#AND i got a new electric heat pillow! thank GOD i can start sleeping in my underwear again

[gaminegay]

eridanus-supervvoid replied to your post “I slipped and fell on some ice today, broke open a christmas present,...”

D: i hope you're all right!

I´m good! my head (and lower back and elbow) hurts a bit but I’m full of xmas ham and red wine and malt+orange soda and holiday peacefulness.

[fundy-simp]

Fundy/GN!Reader - When You’re Ready [1797 words]

Spicy with some fluff! You and Fundy get a little heated and he suggests a game of chicken to help you feel more comfortable. Which if I’m honest this was just me accidentally writing a healthy use of safe words where the safe word is chicken, which is way too funny to me. 

this is spicy, not full nsfw but definitely suggestive and T rated! if you find that uncomfortable in anyway please, I strongly suggest you just scroll past :) if you press read more its no longer my fault that you saw it these wont be common but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Fundy held you close while you both slowly danced around his room, it was silly but exactly what you expected from him. His neck was craned down so his face rested in the crook of your neck. It was getting late, the night calling for the end of your date but the grip he had on your hips told you he didn't want you to leave and you definitely weren't going to argue. It was odd, the dance started innocent, mostly an excuse to hold each other close but then something changed.

You couldn't tell if you were just looking too much into it, or if you were the one making it more heated than it was. But you couldn't stop your mind from realizing how warm his breath felt on your neck, or how one of his hands rested on your lower back now instead of your hip. It made your ears burn, you breath caught in your throat when you swore you could feel Fundy's lips lightly graze your neck. The slight touch brought a shiver to your spine that you know he felt.

Letting out a low chuckle, Fundy kissed your neck that time, his lips were soft against your skin but the contact felt like an electric shock. Instinctively you pushed him away, face bright red and breathing slightly heavy. He just went with the push, pulling his hands away from you and clearly in your line of sight, "Too far?" he asked quietly, you could see the slightest tremble in his hands.

You shook your head, much harder than you meant to, making yourself slightly dizzy, "I- No! No no no! It's not that! I just- I. Give me a moment, please." you struggled to find words while he looked at you with soft eyes, his face was flushed with a soft smile on his lips. After a few deep breaths you started to speak again, "It's not that I don't want to, its just. I... I'm scared?" you stuttered out, you frankly weren't good with kind of stuff at all.

Nodding, he carefully reached for your hands, holding one in each hand as he gave you a concerned look "Scared of what?" he asked, rubbing on the back of one of your hands with his thumb.

You shrug, "I-I don't know how to explain it...?" you started, you felt so dumb for having such a weird relationship with these kind of situations, "I'm. I'm just scared I'm gonna freeze up and not say something when it gets too far..." you say quietly before laughing meekly, "God that sounds so stupid when I say it out loud." you say basically shrinking into yourself with every word.

Fundy didn't allow that though, softly and carefully he pulled you into a hug, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, love." he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want to though! Fundy I. I trust you so much, I just don't want to... Get your hopes up, I guess?" you say, being muffled by his shirt as you shoved your face into it.

He let out a soft giggle, "Trust me, anything we do will be enough till you're ready." his voice was soft and so full of love it made your heart melt. "Here, actually! I have an idea, how about a game of chicken?" he asked, pulling away from you enough to look at your face.

You couldn't help but laugh a little at the idea, but it honestly felt like the perfect idea. "Sounds perfect actually." you reply softly.

He smiled, his sparkling with a hint of pride before he spoke, "Okay it'll be simple, at the start of every new action I'll look to you. If you nod I'll continue, if you shake your head I'll stop that action, and if you say chicken we stop everything entirely. Sound good?" he asked.

You nodded while he led you to his bed and had you sit down. Softly he cupped your face, connecting your lips into a sweet kiss, waiting before moving to deepening it. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, a silent question that you immediately complied too. The kiss started slow at first, both from inexperience and hesitation before Fundy softly pushed you down to lay on the bed.

Quickly you two had to part, both breathing heavily while he moved pulling your legs up and around his hips. Both of your faces were flushed a deep red as he leaned down and connected your lips in a feverish and desperate kiss. His teeth bonking lightly on yours making you both giggle a little before continuing. While that happened he carefully brought his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from you, he looked at you with lidded eyes as his cold fingers grazed the bare skin of your hips.

Suppressing a shiver you nodded and slowly he pulled your shirt off, sitting back and appreciating your body for a moment. You brought one of your arms up to your face, trying and mostly failing to hide your embarrassment. Softly he started to graze his hands over your torso, "God. Y/n you're so beautiful," he said quietly, almost to himself, "everything about you is perfect." he bent down, placing a soft kiss on your neck waiting a few seconds for your response. You nodded, you felt like you'd melt under every touch he made.

Quickly he started to place more kisses, slowly they got more aggressive. When he started to place hickeys on your neck you moved your arms to his shoulders and pushed him up. Like before he went with the push, you looked at him for a second before shaking your head. Even though they felt like heaven you did not want to have to explain hickeys to anyone.

Fundy's eyes soften as he nods, "Of course, kit." he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips before moving to your jaw. He placed several kisses, lightly nibbling at the skin even, making you gasp before moving to your neck again, this time kissing the other side from last time. Slowly he started to grind his hips on yours, sitting up for your reaction, eagerly you nodded as you motioned for him to lean back down.

Happily he complied and as he leaned down to place kisses on your chest, one hand rested on your hip while the other rested by your head, carefully supporting his body weight. You ran your hand through his hair lightly tugging on it, making his hips jerk as he let out a stifled moan. "Fu-fuck, y/n-" he grunted, focusing more on his hip movements now than kissing you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. One hand still in his hair, you took this chance to return the neck kisses. They were mostly innocent, but when you nibbled on the crook of his neck you felt his hips jerk again a gasp escaping his lips, "Y/n, bite me." he said, his voice was low and breathy as he struggled to keep his moans in.

Immediately you do so, pulling him a little closer before biting down on his neck, the moan that left his throat was like music to your ears. The hand on your hip tightened, which made a knot grow in your stomach as you softly licked the mark you just made. Feverishly he moved his hand to the hem of your pants, looking up at you with big eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as the words basically jumped out of you, "Chick-Chicken! I mean- I-" you stuttered out.

Fundy sat up away from you faster than you've ever seen him move, his chest heaving heavily as he spoke, “Shit- Fuck, I-” he stopped for a few seconds, "Are you okay? I didn't do something wrong did I?" he said quickly, you could see the gears turn in head as he tried to figure out where he could have messed up.

"No! No, you didn't! I'm just-" you pulled your hands away from him, hiding your face in them, "I- I'm not ready for, for uh... You know what I'm getting at." you were sure you were going to melt now, both from the heat of Fundy's touches and your own embarrassment.

Smiling, he learned down, slow enough that if you wanted you could stop him but you didn't. He grabbed your wrists and lightly tugged your hands away from your face before softly kissing you, it was sweet and short before he pulled away "Don't worry, I get it. We can stop now if that's what you want."

You took a deep breath, hesitantly nodding, "I'm sorry, I just- I'm not. I'm so sor-" he leaned in and kissed you again, effectively silencing you.

"Babe. It's okay, I promise. My own body is my own problem, as long as you're comfortable I don't care." he insisted as he sat up from you, you gave him a confused look and he just waved a hand at you.

Sitting up you moved and flopped down on the pillows at the head of the bed. You're heart pounded in your ears as you thought about what just happened in the last... actually you're not sure how long that was but you know for sure it'll be in your dreams forever. The feeling of cloth hitting your face knocked you out of your thoughts, when you moved to look at it, you realized Fundy tossed you one of his hoodies.

He flopped into bed next to you as you put it on, his most recent blue merch hoodie, still as soft as the day it came in. "Come here, we're gonna cuddle and sleep." he lightheartedly demanded, his arms open an open invitation.

You crawled into his arms with a light yawn and snuggled into his chest. A light laugh left you when you realized you can feel his hard on, "Seems like you weren't ready to stop." you say, mostly just to tease him.

"Sh-Shut up! Like I said earlier! My body, my problem. Just, go to bed." He huffed, you could basically feel the blush on his face.

A giggle bubbled out of your chest, a smile resting on your lips as you leaned back and placed a kiss on his jawline, “Thank you, love, for everything. It really means a lot.” You said softly, “I love you so much.”

Fundy snuggled into you, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Of course, I love you too.” he said as he started to run his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp as you slowly started to drift to sleep.

[holylulusworld]

My secret Santa

Christmas divider by @firefly-graphics​

Summary: Dean wants your anniversary of the day you met to be special and to confess something at the same time. Will things work out according to plan?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Jack Kline

Warnings: surprises, Dean being a cute bean, fluff, Christmas fluff, cuddling & snuggling

“That’s not the right way,” you grumble, looking out of the window. “Dean, how could you miss the right turnoff. We will be late for Christmas Eve.” Dean nods, not giving away he planned a little vacation for the two of you and needs to give his brother and friends more time to prepare the bunker for you.

So far you are only best friends, well you are more than friends. To Dean, you are the most important person next to his brother. For the first time, Dean would choose you over his brother and that’s a brand-new feeling to him.

“It will be alright,” he husks, giving you a soft smile. “I’ll find the way and bring you home, don’t worry, sweetheart. Trust me.”

“Always, Deanie,” Dean chuckles, even smirks when you lean your head against his shoulder, sighing deeply. “Do you think Sammy will have fun spending Christmas with Eileen? It was a bit sudden he left us behind.”

“Sammy has his reasons,” you nod, still, you are disappointed Sam left his family for a girl he barely knows. Not that you do not like Eileen, but she could’ve come to the bunker and join the ‘bunker traditions’ to celebrate Christmas your style.

That means, food, a large Christmas tree, and silly but also useless gifts like blinking socks or shaving foam salami taste.

“Can we have a larger tree this year? If our moose ain’t around, we need a larger tree,” giggling you poke Dean’s bicep, and he starts to chuckle.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” your heart flutters at the pet name and the way Dean moves his hand over your thigh. “Let me bring you somewhere magical tonight.”

“Alright, Winchester. Be my secret Santa,” giving Dean a wink you snuggle into the passenger seat, closing your eyes for a moment only to doze off.

“I’ll be more than your secret Santa, Y/N…”

“Sweetheart, you need to wake up,” Dean whispers, gently running his knuckles over your cheek. “We are home, Y/N.” blinking your eyes open you look at Dean. He parked the Impala and is now holding out his hand.

“Dean, we’re already there?” nodding he takes your hand to help you out of the car. The first thing you recognize is that snow is covering the ground of the garage. “Why is there snow all over the garage?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out baby girl,” your cheeks heat up when Dean wraps his arm around your waist, exclaiming you are officially on vacation. “May I lead you into the hotel de Winchester, ma’am?”

“I guess having a look around wouldn’t be so bad,” you giggle when Dean stops next to one of the cars to show you a snowman. “What?” you gape at the snowman, holding back a snort as he’s wearing a blue plaid. Someone placed a bandana around his head and, that’s the funniest part, the poor snowman holds a combat knife in his hand instead of a broom.

“That’s a hunter snowman, sweetheart. Made by me with love and talent,” Dean smirks, explaining he needed not two hours to make the snowman look perfect. “He’s a tough guy.”

“Dean, what is this all about?” not answering your question Dean leads you out of the garage to show you the rest of his surprise. “Dean?”

“It’s a surprise, just enjoy, Y/N. Please,” you nod, seeing the silent plea in Dean’s eyes. “Alright, now we will enter the second most important room. The party mile!”

“The tree!” you run toward the Christmas tree, admiring it’s almost as high as the library. “Aw, you used my decoration. Look, there are my grandma’s Christmas bulbs, the ones she made for me,” you sniff.

“I remembered, sweetheart,” Dean watches you round the tree to admire the decoration, its branches, and to sniff at. “There is more, Y/N.”

“I know,” you look around the library, eyes shining brightly as Dean decorated the table with red tablecloths, reindeers, Santa Claus, and his reindeer carriage along with various snowman figurines and a huge bowl with eggnog.

“Let’s have a mug with eggnog before we head toward the ‘cuddle cave’,” you grin when Dean hands you a snowman mug, smirking as the eggnog makes you cough. “Good – huh?”

“Awesome,” you cough, following Dean toward the ‘cuddle cave’. He moves his arm around your shoulders, smiling widely as he opens the door to the ‘Dean cave’.

“Oh-Dean! That’s beautiful!” Dean replaced the large TV with a fake electric fireplace. Soft blankets and fluffy pillows got placed onto the couch and on the table are your favorite sweets and two steaming mugs with hot chocolate. “When did you do all of this?”

“I had a little help,” nodding you blink the tears away. “It’s our special day and I wanted it to be – well, special,” Dean pecks your cheek when you start to cry.

“You remembered?”

“Of course, I remembered the day we met. I was a grumpy hunter in a bad condition, looking for a fight behind a shady bar. You kicked the guy's balls and helped me back up,” he cups your face now, cradling it in his large palms. “Then you checked on me, that soft smile on your lips and that was the moment I lost my heart on you.”

“Dean,” you sniff.

“I love you, Y/N. I know this is sudden and,” you press your lips to Dean’s soft pillows before he can mess his speech up. “I love you too, Dean.”

“Thank god,” huffing Dean wraps his arms around you to rest his chin on the crown of your head. “How about we enjoy the hot chocolate Sammy made and watch your favorite movie?”

“I want to look at the fireplace and drink the hot chocolate. Can we cuddle too?”

“Damn it, I thought you’d never ask,” Dean leads you toward the couch to wrap you in one of the soft blankets. “How did you like your secret Santa?”

“He’s not that bad,” Dean hums, settling on the couch next to you, opening his arms for you to snuggle into his chest. “How about he holds me for a while?”

“You look comfy,” drifting into sleep you feel warm and loved. “Love you, Y/N. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas Dean, I love you too.”

“Do you think she liked the Christmas bunker?” poking his head into the ‘cuddle cave’ Sam smiles at Jack’s question while Dean sleeps peacefully with you wrapped in his arms. “Sam?”

“I think she loved it… and her secret Santa…”

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[haydensdelvca]

hiiiii can you please write a Tremmett fic of them going camping as like a vacation but it’s anything but that!

Camping - Tremmett

Thanks for the prompt! I'll admit it was a bit challenging at first - it had me looking up everything from camping movies to raccoons. I enjoyed writing it though - I really hope you like it :)

Emmett scrolled through the list '30 Fun Date Ideas during the Pandemic' which he'd found online. Both him and Travis had taken 3 days off to treat themselves to some well needed time together. With the pandemic, and the exhausting shifts they had lately, they needed to get away for a few days.

Ideally, they would've liked to spend their holidays abroad, however the pandemic they were currently in made that a bit difficult.

"What about camping?" Emmett asked casually, eyes still on the screen.

"Um, no."

Emmett, surprised by how quickly Travis had come to that conclusion, looked up at him, "Why not?"

"When I said I wanted a vacation I meant a nice, relaxing resort or hotel near the sea not the woods," Travis complained.

"Well do you have any better ideas? You know, considering the pandemic and all," Emmett replied. They had been sitting there for an hour trying to come up with something and had gotten nowhere, there seemed to be some sort of limitation for every idea.

"Yes!" Travis exclaimed, serious for a few seconds until his face dropped into a pout and said, "No, no I don't."

Emmett laughed, shaking his head at his boyfriend "You know... the last time I went camping two people got attacked by a bear," Travis reminded him.

"Yeah, I'm so glad I wasn't on that trip," Emmett laughed, lucky to have joined the fire station a few weeks later.

"Are we seriously settling on going camping? I mean, no toilets, no electricity, no internet. Not to mention it's uncomfortable sleeping in a tent."

"But you'll be with me."

"Ok fine. On two conditions though, we make smores and cuddle in the tent."

"Deal," Emmett agreed, smiling at his boyfriend's antics.

"Ok I think we're almost there, get the map out so we can find that spot we picked out."

Emmett reached back and rummaged through one of the many bags they had packed full of things they probably wouldn't even touch. "Oh no."

Travis flipped his head around to look at Emmett, saying "Please don't tell me you forgot the map."

Emmett gave him a guilty look, saying "I swear I packed everything. I'll try look it up on my phone."

"We're not gonna have any signal over here." Travis sighed, parking the car. He rested his head on the steering wheel, letting out a fake cry.

"Ok, ok, we'll figure something out. We can just start walking and find a decent spot," Emmett rambled, annoyed their trip already had a rough start.

As they walked along the path, not wanting to deviate too far from their car due to having no map, they looked for a spot to take post.

"Do you recognise any landmarks from the photos we saw of this place?" Travis asked.

"I don't know, all the trees look the same," Emmett shrugged.

Travis turned to look at Emmett, shaking his head at how useless the both of them were at navigating through the woods without a map.

"You know, at least I didn't forget the food or some—" Emmett started until he felt himself falling forward, grasping Travis' arm to stop himself from falling face first.

"What the — are you ok?" Travis asked as he helped him get back to his feet whose boots were now covered in mud.

"I'm ok, I didn't realise the mud was covering up a slope," Emmett replied hastily as he looked down at his legs covered in mud. He looked up at Travis who had gone from being concerned to trying not to laugh. "Oh this is going so well," the blonde said sarcastically.

"Am I allowed to say I told you so?" Travis smirked back at him.

As the sun started to set, Travis and Emmett had set up their tent in a quiet place and arranged all their belongings. They began picking up some wood to set up a campfire near their tent.

Suddenly, they head loud music coming from a few metres away.

"Oh no, not teenagers," Travis grumbled as he caught a glimpse of a few young girls setting up a tent in the distance.

"Looks like they had the same idea as us," Emmett shrugged.

"Did they seriously have to come so close to us? Now we have to listen to this obnoxious music on our trip!"

"I hate this music as much as you do," Emmett replied, wishing they had picked literally any other place to put their tent.

Travis froze, suddenly hearing loud moans coming from one of the tents in the distance, coming to a realisation of what he was hearing.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"If anything is going to make this trip any better it's smores." Travis said as he brought the sticks and marshmallows over to the campfire, sitting next to Emmett on one of their blankets.

Emmett smiled, resting his head on Travis' shoulder. "Hey, at least it's a bit less noisy now," he added, while holding his marshmallow over the fire.

"I have to admit, this definitely tops my last camping trip. We didn't even have marshmallows last time." "What is with your obsession with smores?" Emmett laughed, finding his boyfriend awfully cute when he complained about the smallest things.

"Hey, when we're out in the woods, miles away from our warm, comforting home I like to have something that's warm and comforting ok?" Travis replied playfully, kissing Emmett as they laid down, looking up at the stars.

"Is that a constellation? It looks a bit like a horse." Emmett said, finally feeling more relaxed.

"I'm pretty sure you didn't discover a new constellation babe," Travis looked at Emmett beside him, admiring his beauty under the starry sky.

"True, it might just be my imagination," Emmett chuckled.

"Do you hear that? A rustling noise," Travis said as he sat upright once again, looking around. Upon further inspection, he noticed what seemed to be a small raccoon piercing holes in a familiar set of boxes, rummaging for food.

"Oh my god what do we do? It's taking our food!" Travis shouts as he realises what it was doing.

"What?" Emmett exclaimed as he quickly got up too. "Oh shit, this is bad."

Thankful that they had remembered to pack all their comfortable blankets and pillows to make the sleeping bag in the tent more cosy, they entered the tent at around midnight. Travis cuddled up against Emmett, trying to conserve as much body heat as they could.

Every few minutes or so, Emmett would hear noises from outside, and flinched slightly each time.

Travis, realising that each noise was scaring Emmett, held him more tightly and said, "This was to be expected, considering we are quite literally in nature and all."

"I know, I know, I keep thinking some sort of creature's going to come get us. I probably shouldn't have watched Friday the 13th that night with Vic before we came here."

"You probably shouldn't have," Travis chuckled as he opened his eyes to look at Emmett. "So a raccoon took half of our food, there are a bunch of loud teenagers having sex across from us, and we'll probably get lost finding our way back to our car tomorrow morning."

"Maybe we should cut the trip short and just book an afternoon at a spa resort tomorrow," Emmett admitted that they did indeed encounter some obstacles.

"Good idea," Travis smiled.

"You still had fun though right? We did meet both your conditions - smores and cuddles in the tent," Emmett winked as he ran his fingers through Travis' hair.

"Of course I did - how can I not enjoy myself when I'm with you?" Travis replied, closing his eyes as he rested against the younger man.

[backtothestart02]

Don’t Give Up On Me - 4/4 | westallen fanfiction

A/N: The final chapter is here, and the angst is minimal, so I hope you will enjoy the closure that I hopefully brought. Happy 2021! This is the last fic I’ve written and posted in 2020 (in my timezone). More to come in the new year!!

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Chapter 4 -

The next morning when Iris woke up, something strange happened.

It started the way most mornings had, with a sliver of light coming through the thin drapes warming her face and rousing her senses. She was beneath a sheet and a blanket, and her head was deep in her puffy pillow. Barry was beside her in bed just a few inches away, as he was most mornings.

But what was different about today was when Iris opened her eyes and saw her sleeping husband not too far away, she didn’t feel tension wracking every bone in her body. She didn’t feel an impenetrable wall between them. She didn’t feel the need to run away or to scream or to pretend so he wouldn’t feel hurt.

She felt…at peace.

More than that she felt the need to wake Barry up so he could share in this moment with her. A silly thing maybe, but for her it was monumental.

“Barry,” she said softly, almost regrettably, because he looked so content to be sleeping.

He stirred slightly in his sleep but didn’t open his eyes.

“Barry,” she repeated, this time a little louder, and it astonished her because for weeks she’d never been the one to call for him. He was always searching for her, hoping to get through to her, get her attention, make her happy.

Well, what would make her happy right now would be if she could look into those beautiful green eyes of his and see him smile just for her.

“B-” She stopped herself and considered another way of waking him up, or…not waking him up?

She shifted her body slowly over to his side of the bed, his warmth emanating off him. Just as she was reaching for his arm to wrap around her body, those beautiful eyes of his opened up.

“Iris?” He blinked, his voice somewhat scratchy from literally just having woken up. “What…What are you doing over here?”

“I…”

Suddenly, she felt embarrassed and debated shifting away, but no. She wasn’t going to do that. She hadn’t opened up about absolutely everything last night to put distance back between them in the morning light.

“I called your name,” she backtracked. “You didn’t wake up.”

He frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I was just gonna…cuddle, see if that worked.” She shrugged her shoulder.

He smiled slowly and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close until she was fully enveloped in his heat.

“That always works.”

Iris smiled to herself, loving the feel of her body perfectly cradled in his frame, his nose deep in her dark tresses as he inhaled her scent, and his lips grazing her neck as his arm fell snugly around her torso.

“I love you, Barry.”

She could feel his smile and the tingling of his toes beneath the covers when he answered her,

“I love you, Iris.”

She felt his adam’s apple bob and ran her fingers back through his hair to pull him still closer. His hand slid up over one covered breast when she did so, and their legs tangled together.

He groaned when their lips met, and she bit his bottom lip.

“Iris.”

She pulled away slightly, then turned her body so she was facing him and returned to his heat. She straddled one leg over his hip and cupped his face, blessing him with one more kiss before she determined to say what she needed to.

“Thank you for last night,” she said, and he started to smile. She rolled her eyes. “Not just for that.”

“But you are thankful for it,” he teased, lowering his hand around her waist almost to her butt cheeks.

“Focus, Bartholomew.”

His hands stilled, then returned to their previous position.

“I’m listening.”

“Good. Because I know it was hard, listening to everything I had to say. There’s a reason I kept it all buried. I didn’t want to hurt you, and I didn’t feel that my feelings were valid.”

“Iris.” His voice choked. “Your feelings are always-”

She covered his mouth with her fingers.

“Let me finish.”

He pursed his lips, then relaxed his face, waiting.

“I didn’t think my feelings were valid until I talked them through with you, until you really let me speak, and you listened. And just a few minutes ago when I woke up, I felt so…at peace. I felt like we reconnected, and not just physically,” she was quick to add, even though he had no intention of changing the subject. “Do you feel that way too?”

He nodded and ran his fingers through her hair.

“I do. Just you wanting to cuddle with me first thing in the morning is huge, Iris. It feels…well, it feels like-”

“It used to be. Before everything.”

He attempted a small smile.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think everything’s fixed,” she continued. “I’m still dealing with the ptsd of the Mirrorverse, and one really great, deep, emotional conversation in addition to love-making doesn’t fix everything, as much as I wish it did.”

“Tell me what to do,” he said, and she knew then that he’d been half-wishing everything could be back to normal after the night they’d had. “Just name it, and I’ll do it.”

“Call me out.”

His brows furrowed. “Huh?”

“Don’t let me sink back into the person I was before last night. I need you, Barry. You’re my rock. I’m not going to get through this without you, so I need you to be my anchor, my foundation, the lifeline that keeps my heart beating.”

He pressed his forehead to hers.

“I’ll always be your lifeline, Iris.”

“I mean it, Barry,” she continued. “There’s giving me the space I need and giving me so much space that I drown in it and can’t find my way out.” She sighed shakily. “I don’t want to drown anymore.”

He opened his eyes and pulled back to look into hers.

“Hey, you won’t. I’m here for you, Iris. Everything you do and say and think, I’ll be right by your side reminding you that we’re a team, and I love you.”

She smiled softly.

“I love you, too.”

Her smile started to widen.

“What?” he asked, and his own smile was like electricity fueling hers.

She wiggled her toes underneath the sheet in excitement.

“I’m going to get a haircut!”

…

Barry sat at his desk at CCPD, writing his love letter to Iris for that day, and wondering what about a haircut had gotten him so worked up?

He was sure it was just Iris’ literal way of moving forward with a new look, but he really didn’t want her to be doing it because she thought it would help him differentiate between his wife and her mirror image. Because if he was faced with the challenge now, today, he was sure he could tell them apart, even if they were wearing the same clothes and hairstyle.

His workload had been high all day, but he’d hardly been able to focus. He’d had to restart his letter five times, because it had moved from romantic to worrisome each time he had attempted to write it.

As the seconds ticked away, he knew there was only so much time he could spend on this letter or he’d risk not even seeing her when he dropped it off on his break. Except you’re the Flash and can go any time you like…

He ignored that logic. He wanted a moment with her, to see if she’d read his letters and if she was really okay or if she needed him to intervene the way she’d asked him to do earlier that morning in bed.

A soft jingle started to sound from his phone, and he saw it was a text from Iris.

I got the cut! Want to see?

Almost dropping the phone, he flashed over to the Citizen. He found Iris alone in the office and almost fell flat on his face.

Iris had gotten a haircut, that was for sure. Her long, dark tresses were gone. Instead, she donned a cut even shorter than when he’d come out of the speed force. In fact, it looked a lot like Nora’s hair had when she’d been with them.

His eyes filled with tears.

“Well? What do you think?” she asked, not sensing his emotional state right away. “Do you like it?”

He didn’t move. Then she saw the sheet of paper in his hands, and her eyes lit up.

“Oh! Your love letter! Let me rea-”

“N-n-n-no!” He sidestepped her, and she frowned. “It’s not finished yet.” He shoved it into his pocket. “I’ll bring it by later.”

She pursed her lips, then asked, “Barry, is something wrong?”

“What? No. No, of course not. Your hair, I mean…it’s beautiful, and Iris… It’s Nora.”

“I know,” she said softly, taking his hands and pulling him into the office. “I brought her picture with me.” She perched herself on the corner of her desk. “Having you by my side, Barry, that means everything. I don’t doubt you anymore. I don’t think you prefer my mirror image.”

“You don’t?”

She shook her head.

“But I needed something for me, something I could see every time I looked in the mirror that would tell me to fight for a better future and not hang onto delusions or sadness or any negativity that could keep me from becoming the best version of myself.”

“And that’s Nora.”

She nodded. “She deserves the best version of me.” She squeezed his hands. “So do you.”

“Oh, Iris, I didn’t mean-”

“I know, honey.”

She dropped his hands and curled hers around the collar of his shirt, pulling him down slowly so she could give his lips a lingering peck. But when their lips touched, all the worries that had been bundled up in Barry since he’d first heard about the haircut were released in a boundless boost of positive energy and relief. What had intended to be a short kiss on Iris’ end turned into an intense, passionate make out on Barry’s.

“Mm, Barry.”

Her hands slid over his jacket and pulled him closer. He lifted her up on top of the desk and spread his hands over every curve as his mouth devoured hers, their tongues tangling and driving moans out as they fought to close the distance between them further.

Iris had just tipped her head back to allow him access to her neck when the sight of a certain intern with her jaw practically on the floor came into view.

“Oh, my God, Allegra!”

She quickly pushed Barry away and stood back on her feet, adjusting her skirt and wiping what she thought was all of the smudged lipstick from her face as well as Barry’s.

“I’ll see you later?” he asked, grinning.

She nodded hurriedly. “Go!”

And in a flash, he was gone.

“Things must be good at home,” Kamilla remarked, coming in behind Allegra. She pointed to her own upper lip when she caught Iris’ eye, and Iris quickly turned around to remove the final smudge of lipstick.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Things are…things are good.”

Kamilla came around the desk after shooing Allegra away and put her hand on Iris’ shoulder until their eyes met, because only they had been in the Mirrorverse together and known its anguish.

“I’m glad,” she said softly and smiled.

Iris relaxed and smiled back.

“Me too.”

The two got settled in the office working, and soon enough Allegra came back acting as if it had never happened and got to work too. Barry zipped by at one point to deliver a particularly sexy love letter to her, which she tucked away and privately read when the girls weren’t around. She read all the other love letters then too, the ones she’d been too afraid to read because she wasn’t sure if she could bear all the love from her husband when she had been partially blaming him for her current circumstances and feeling guilty about it.

But the letters were so beautiful, so romantic, and they touched a place so deep inside her that she knew everything was going to be all right.

When she got home later that day, Barry was already there making dinner.

As soon as she was out of her shoes, she went to him. Up on her tippy-toes she drew him to her and kissed his lips.

He smiled and asked, “You want to pick up where we left off?”

Instead of answering directly she said, “I read your love letters, Barry.”

He smiled until he realized she’d used the plural.

“Love letters?”

She nodded. “I loved every word.” She paused. “I’m sorry for shutting you out these past weeks.”

He shook his head and stepped away from the stove so he could focus entirely on her.

“Don’t be.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead.

“We move forward together from now on, yeah?”

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.

“Absolutely.”

After a few beats, he said, “So, uh…dinner or the other thing?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Dinner,” she said, pulling away to laugh and pat his chest. When she looked back at him, he was pouting. “But maybe after,” she said with an innocent shrug as she made her way to the stairs and tiptoed up them to change.

Barry was left watching her and smiling long after she’d disappeared.

A warmth spread through his chest to every part of his body.

Everything was going to be okay.

They were Barry and Iris.

They didn’t give up on each other.

...

*will be posted on AO3 and FFnet when beta’d.

[nalgenewhore]

“E, I’m here,” Lorcan called out from her front hall. “How’re you feeling, love?” 

A pathetic groan was her answer, “Having a uterus is ass.” She heard him snort and a couple moments later, he was appearing in the doorway to her bedroom, a sympathetic tilt to his head. She pouted at him and he laughed, entering her room and walking to her side, where she was curled in the fetal position around her hot water bottle. She noticed the shopping bag he had in his hand and nodded feebly towards it, “What’s in there?” Hellas, her dog, lifted his head from where it had been resting on her hip, whining softly.

Lorcan glanced down at the bag and started pulling out stuff he had gotten her, placing them on her desk. “Diva Cup spray, super pads, the Kodex type, and pantie liners, Midol, you ran out,” he mentioned to her as he put the bottle of pills on her nightstand, just within her reach. “That chocolate thingie you forgot at the store yesterday, remember, you cried when you realized you forgot and the store was closed.” There was a smirk on his lips and that hurt more than she thought it could. It wasn’t funny.

Tears pooled in her eyes at the memory, “You don’t have to say it like that.” She sniffled and he looked up, his face stricken. “You don’t have to be a massive dick about it.” Hellas barked slightly, growling at his owner’s distress and the source of it, her stupid boyfriend.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, E, I just-” There was a slight edge of laughter to his voice and it cut deep into her. 

“If you’re gonna be like that, you can just leave, I don’t need someone making me feel worse than I already do about things I can’t control.” With that, she turned to her other side, furiously trying to stop her crying. She despised her period, hated how sensitive she was, hated how every movement had her wincing in discomfort. The hot water bottle wasn’t so hot anymore and she groaned, knowing she would have to get up to refill it and she knew that the move to vertical would make her nauseous and dizzy. 

The mattress shifted and the duvet was pulled up as Lorcan settled behind her, tugging her slowly enough so that she could push him off if she wanted but Elide let him pull her to his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist snugly but not too tightly. “I’m sorry, E. I shouldn’t have said it like that, I know how much you hate your period and I wish I could make it all go away, mahasani.” 

“Och,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “You asshole, stop making me cry.” 

Lorcan laughed and the sound vibrated through his chest and into her back, “Do you forgive me?” 

“Yes, I forgive you,” she said, the smile on her face swept off when Lorcan pulled her hot water bottle away, “What the literal fuck do you think you-” 

He chuckled as his warm hands slipped under her hoodie and pressed into her stomach, exactly where her cramp was. “You’re feisty today.” 

“Yesh, well, shedding your uterus will do that to a gal,” she said, no bite in her words as his hands rubbed her stomach, just enough pressure directly below her belly button that her discomfort was soothed away. Elide sighed and relaxed fully against him, her head falling back onto his shoulder. “Mmm, that feels nice.” Her hands found their way into Hellas’ thick fur, stroking softly.

“Yeah?” he asked and she felt his smile in her neck. 

“Mm-hmm.” She sighed and her eyes fell shut, “I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.” Lorcan practically glowed with pride, Elide hardly slept while during her cycle, her pain kept her up even after her meds. “Thank you, baby,” she whispered as she let slumber drag her under. 

When she woke up, the snow was still falling outside and her lamp was casting a soft glow about her room. Her arms were wrapped around Hellas, the Husky sleeping soundly. Lorcan was nowhere to be seen and she was covered in a pile of warm blankets. There was something heated on her stomach and she felt around, realizing it was her electric blanket that she thought she had lost. 

Elide heard someone moving around in the main room of her apartment and slowly swung her legs out of bed, noting the glass of water and two little pill stamped with ‘Midol’. She smiled and noticed her pain wasn’t as bad, electing to leave them there as she stood and put her glasses on before she slowly shuffled out of her room. 

Lorcan was standing in her kitchen, and he turned when she shut her door, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Hi, there. Feeling better?” 

Elide nodded and approached him before wrapping her arms around his waist. “Yeah, I thought I lost my electric blanket.” 

“Oh, that? I got a new one ‘cause I know how much you loved your old one.” He said it so casually but Elide squealed in delight. 

“You did?” 

Lorcan laughed, “Yeah, you were full-on sobbing when you couldn’t find it.” 

Elide sighed, the sound wavering as tears pricked her eyes again and her throat tightened. “We don’t need to talk about that right now.” He smiled and wiped her tears away, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Ok?” 

“Ok.” He nipped her bottom lip and pulled away, “You hungry?” 

“Fucking starving.” She laughed and looked around him to where there was a plate of grilled-cheese sandwiches and a mug of steaming tea. “How did you know that’s what I wanted?” 

Lorcan grinned and dropped a kiss on the top of her head, “You know, your cravings are really predictable, E. It’s the same thing every month.” 

She pouted and crossed her arms, “I’m not that obvious about it.” Lorcan rose a brow as he passed her her mug of tea, huffing a laugh when she sipped and sighed in bliss. “I don’t care how obvious I am, this tea is worth it.” 

Lorcan chuckled as he grabbed her plate of sandwiches and guiding her to the couch, where there was a pile of pillows and blankets for her. “Sit down, babe. I got something for you.” 

“Oh?” she questioned, scrunching her nose as she curled into the corner of the couch, her tea held securely in her hands, the steam wafting from it fogging her glasses. “What’d ya get?” 

“You’ll see,” he told her as he crouched in front of her TV and joined her shortly after. Lorcan pulled her legs over his lap and rubbed her thigh with his thumbs. 

He turned his head and looked down at her, waiting till she looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you for coming over.” She rested her head on his shoulder, batting her eyes at him.

“Even though I’ve made you cry, I think, twice now?” 

Elide laughed and nodded, “Even if you’ve made me cry twice now. So,” she put her tea on the coffee table and nestled into his chest, “What’s your surprise?” 

He pressed a sweet kiss on her forehead, “Close your eyes, princess.” She was buzzing with excitement as she bit her lip and closed her eyes, her lashes brushing against her specs. 

She opened them when she heard the first note of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S theme song and she cried out in happiness, “What. They took it off of Netflix, how did you find it, I can’t believe you found it, I’m-” She cut herself off to clap along and then laugh, falling back against him. “I’m so happy right now, you cannot even imagine.” She held his hands to her chest, squeezing them periodically as the show continued to play. 

It had taken him days to find the complete box-set of DVD’s for Elide’s favourite comfort-food show. She had been so sad when Netflix had taken it down and moped around her apartment days afterwards. 

She’d told him she hadn’t cried but he knew that she had definitely burst into a puddle of tears when she couldn’t find it and had ranted to him about how Netflix and Apple were evil corporations that didn’t care about their customers and only thought about making the most money after she had found out that to buy the entire show would cost her over one hundred dollars. 

It’s ridiculous, Lorcan! It’s criminal, is what it is, how could they do this to their customers? Why would they do this to me, I’m a good person, I’m environmentally conscious, I’m vegetarian, I don’t have a car and walk or take public transit most places, I am a tax paying citizen, I’m never late to pay my bills, I’m a fucking kindergarten teacher, for Anneith’s sake, my dog is a rescue, why would they do this to me? 

Now, he wasn’t watching the show at all. Instead, his eyes were on Elide, the woman that he was sure was the one he would marry, the love of his life, the sun to his days, the stars and moon to his nights. His throat tightened as she eventually drifted off, her grilled-cheese left untouched on the coffee table. “Iyótaŋčhila, Elide Lochan.” I love you, Elide Lochan.

“What’d ya say?” Her voice was thick with sleep like warm honey sitting in a glass jar.

Shit. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck, she had been asleep, she had fallen asleep on his chest and he knew it because Lorcan Salvaterre knew what it felt like to have her sleeping next to him. “I, I just…” he trailed off, his heart slamming in his chest. Elide slowly pulled herself up, her eyes wide and her brows raised. Lorcan bowed his head and rested it on her clavicle, “I love you, Elide.” 

“You do?” Elide’s voice was thick with tears once more and filled with wonder. “You love me?” 

Lorcan raised his head, their noses brushing as he nodded, “Elide Syeira Lochan, I love you.” 

She gasped and her eyes lined with silver. Elide brushed her thumb over his high cheekbone, “Kamav tut, I love you too, Lorcan Ohitekah Salvaterre, I love you so gods-damned much.” His eyes were brimming with tears as he smiled and they spilled down his cheeks and so did hers, “Stop making me cry, bengalo.”

Lorcan’s lips pulled into a wide smile as he laughed and it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard as he kissed her slowly, “I’m sorry, E. Will you forgive me?” 

“Hmm, I think I’ll have to think on that, my love, your offences have been rather egregious lately,” she mused, tilting her head up to brush her lips against him. Elide cackled when he stuck his bottom lip out and made his eyes wide and sad. 

“Pretty please?” He pouted and somehow made tears pool in his eyes, though she knew that they were fake. “With sugar on top?” 

Elide huffed in a joking way and rolled her eyes, “Oh, I guess I can find it in my soul to forgive you.” 

“Thank Hellas for that.” 

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Translations: I used Lakota (Sioux) for Lorcan’s mother tongue and Romany for Elide’s!

Lakota:

Mahasani: Term of endearment, translates to ‘my other skin’ 

Iyótaŋčhila: ‘I love you’

Ohitekah: Lakota name that means ‘fierce or war-like’

Romany:

Kamav tut: ‘I love you’ 

Bengalo: Idiot 

Syeira: Romany name, means ‘princess’ 

@myfeyrelady @kandasboi @schmlip-scribble @the-regal-warrior @highqueenofelfhame @westofmoon @empire-of-wildfire @rhysands-highlady @city-of-fae @shyvioletcat @alifletcher2012​ @tangledraysofsunshine​ @ttakeitbacknoww​ @tswaney17​

[zodiacal-dust-and-curls]

Take Care

A/N: I wrote this for me. It’s been a hell of a weekend. No other proofreaders, so all mistakes are my own. Enjoy. 📷 by: @gwilymleefan

Warnings: Talk about menstruation, a lot. Pain. Headaches. PMS. 

Word Count: 2.2k

“Love, you need to wake up.” Gwilym whispered as he pressed kisses into your hairline and brushed your hair away from your face.  It certainly wasn’t the worst way to wake up.

At least, that’s what you thought until you shifted your hips to try to get up. That’s when you felt it, the all too familiar slide that came every month. It had decided to be three days early.

“Love,” Gwil said a little more urgently, “Y/N, I think you need to get up and take a shower, okay?”

Slowly, you opened your eyes to see a set of furrowed brows and a hard set mouth. “I’ll just change the sheets real quick and -”, you couldn’t help the yawn that broke out. You knew what had happened, and you just wanted to clean up and get this over with.

“No. love.” He cut you off while you were still trapped by the yawn. “I’ve got the sheets.” His eyes softened as you finished sitting up in bed.

The grimace that crossed your face as you sat up couldn’t be stopped. The cool, slick feeling of your underwear against your skin was both unpleasant and unwelcome. You would have rushed to the shower, but your sheets were already stained. What was the point in rushing while half asleep and possibly injuring yourself to save a scrap of fabric?

“ ‘M sorry, dearest.” Your eyes were tearing a little. “I swear I’ve been keeping up. It’s early.” You looked up into Gwil’s eyes. Everything about his expression had softened since your first glance at him.

“Don’t worry about that right now, okay?” He slowly reached out to caress your cheek. “Have a shower. I’ll change the sheets and then we can just relax like we were supposed to. Yeah?”

You nodded as you stood to escape to the bathroom. Gwilym took advantage of the large shirt you wore to bed and used it as a tether to pull you into him as you passed. He pressed one chaste kiss to the crown of your head before releasing you.

Gwilym watched as you retreated into the adjoining bathroom and waited for the sound of running water before setting to work.

A quick look at your backside in the mirror proved that your shirt had escaped this little episode unscathed. Well, you said ‘your shirt’, what you meant was ‘shirt you stole from Gwilym the moment he got home from filming in Australia and had never given back’. It was fine, he’d assured you. He would much prefer to see you enjoying it, than to look at it hang in his closet every day.

The underwear you’d worn to bed that night were now trash. There would be no saving them, so you were left to mourn the loss of your favorite pair. They weren’t overly cute or sexy, but they certainly weren’t the ugliest you owned. They had struck the perfect balance between functional and comfortable, and were even suitable for date night if you were in a hurry.

Once you’d shed your clothes, you stepped into the steaming shower to cleanse your skin. Gwilym had promised a lazy day in bed no matter what yesterday, so you decided to go ahead and go through your usual routine. Nothing like a complete refresh to try and improve your mood.

Just as you were about to step onto the rug, you were struck with the realization that you hadn’t brought any clothes with you. But before you could call out, you spotted two folded squares of fabric on the counter. Gwilym was truly a God send sometimes.

He’d managed to find you favorite pair of lazy shorts and a duplicate of your previous underwear, that somehow were the exact same cut from the same manufacturer but weren’t as comfortable.  You quickly situated yourself and redressed.

Gwilym was reclined on the newly changed sheets reading a book while waiting for you. “How are you feeling, love?” He quickly shut the book to look up at you, his brilliant blue eyes magnified behind his glasses.

“It’s all starting to hit me now that I’m awake.” The cramps had hit in the shower, nothing too severe yet, but you were sure they’d get worse. “Can I just go back to bed?”

“Of, course. Come here.” He lifted his arm and invited you in.

You didn’t waste one second and quickly clambered in to your bed to cuddle up to his side and pillow your head on his chest. The sheets were warm, probably from him. The great thing about Gwilym was that he was a living space heater. It even extended into his hands, which gave you an idea.

“Dearest?”

Gwilym hummed in response, not quite ready to take his eyes off the page.

“Will you rub my hips?” You made sure to put on your classic puppy eyes as you peered up at him through your lashes. The pain wasn’t too bad yet, more of a dull ache than anything. But you just wanted to try to quiet the pain as early as possible.

“Yeah.” He kissed your forehead. “Let me finish this chapter, and then I’m all yours.”

You waited patiently for him to finish and decided to distract yourself by watching him. Gwilym was absolutely lost in his book, it seemed. His brow rose and fell at certain lines. His bit his bottom lip and released it, only to press his mouth into a hard line at whatever event was occurring, The hand that he had on your hip seemed to tap impatient beats on your skin or swirl in anticipation of what would happen next.

Finally, he closed the book and set it on his night stand along with his glasses. “Okay, love. Come here.”

You rolled so that your chest was pressed to his and his hands quickly found they’re way down your sides. You pressed a kiss to his chin as you settled yourself more comfortably.

“So what seems to be the problem?” His eyebrows rose as he waited for your response, his hands already applying pressure where he knew you were always the sorest.

“Just aches.” You hummed out. “Enough to keep me up.”

“I’ll gladly help put you back to sleep, but it’ll cost you.” You could feel the words rumble through his chest.

“Cost me?” You elongated the last word for dramatic effect. “Name your price. I shall pay it.”

“You have to keep me entertained. I have to stay awake and my hands are too busy to hold a book for me to read. So it’s up to you to keep me conscious.”

“Gladly.” You took a few moments to think of how to entertain Gwilym. He’d been reading Robin Hood to prepare for a new role. You didn’t know much about it, but you did know that the best way to entertain him was to get his thoughts on it.

“Tell me about the new role. I know it’s Robin Hood, but I know nothing else.”

Gwilym let out a chuckle at that. He hadn’t had the news for long, and you’d been so busy in the days since, that of course you didn’t know much.

“Well, I will be voicing good Sir Robin of Loxley.” He dug his thumbs into the meat of your hips at that moment and enjoyed the sigh of relief that left your lips. “But luckily, it’s mainly voice acting. So I don’t have to learn any choreography for fight scenes.”

You hummed your ascent “So tell me about the interpretation. What do you think of it so far?”

“I think it’s going to be very interesting. I’ve never seen this side of the character before.” He paused to adjust his technique on your hips. Deciding to switch to gentle kneading and using his natural heat tendencies to help relax the muscles.

He continued to give you his thoughts on the character and the job. You held on for as long as you could, but after about 15 minutes of the killer combination of his hands and voice, you were out like a light.

When Gwilym felt your body go lax with sleep, he pressed one final kiss to your hair and picked his book back up. Moving carefully, as not to wake you.

You woke up a few hours later to intense pains rolling from your belly button to your knees. Gwilym had left you on his chest, which helped keep warmth on your midsection but was not helping with the new pain in your chest. The one thing you never missed was the pain that came with your time of the month. It always slammed into you upon waking, as if you needed to be reminded that you were currently being punched in the uterus by life.

To relieve the pressure on your chest you pushed yourself off of Gwilym with a loud sigh. Nothing was improved by being removed from your favorite heat source, at least not emotionally. Physically, your chest thanked you for getting off of it and your back seemed to release a little with the mattress underneath it.

“How are you doing now, love?” Gwilym was still reading. He seemed to be much further along than earlier, but just as engrossed.

“Worse.” You felt your bladder finally wake up and decided it was time to get fully up. “I’ll be back.”

Your trip to the restroom could best be described as a horror show. You were hit with nausea upon getting vertical and turning on lights set your head down it’s own pounding path. Today was going to be rough.

Luckily, you kept all your meds in the cabinet and quickly took them. You also found your electric heating pad, which was great because you no longer had the desire to be touched by anyone.

Gwilym didn’t stop you as you stumbled through the bedroom. He knew where you were going. Despite what you thought, he was very much used to this schedule of events. Even if he thought you’d have a few more days before it started, he was still ready to get through it with you.

He found you on the couch, electric cord running from under the biggest blanket you owned to the wall and surrounded by enough pillows for him to know that you were not going to share. Gwilym sat on the chair next to you and started reading while you tried in vain to go back to sleep.

“Will you read to me?” Your soft voice seemed to float from the pile of fluff that contained you.

Gwilym merely nodded and started on the next line. He kept his voice gentle as he could. The room was quiet enough to have an echo and that wouldn’t help your headache.

You listened to his story and actually stayed awake through the entirety of what he had left. It was a good book, you’d have to read the beginning some day.

Eventually, your meds kicked in and the pain lessened. Your head quit throbbing and the nausea from cramping died down enough for you to finally feel hungry. You couldn’t imagine how poor Gwil felt. He’d been up longer than you and trapped with you without any real breaks.

“What do you want for -” you looked at the nearest clock. It was only 10 am, your day must have started much earlier than you thought. “Brunch?”

“I had a quick cuppa and toast while you were in the shower, love.” He could read you better than his book. “Make whatever you want and I’ll have the same.”

You stood and went into the kitchen to start your breakfast. Your stomach growled to tell you to hurry up, and your neurons decided that something sweet, maybe chocolate, sounded good. So you reached for your favorite pancake mix and chocolate chips and started mixing.

Thirty minutes later, you’d made enough pancakes, scrambled eggs, and tea for the both of you. Before you could call his name, Gwilym walked into the kitchen. He didn’t approach you immediately, still unsure of if your no-touching rule was on.

You walked up to him quickly and threw your arms around his waist. He reciprocated immediately and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Scared me for a minute there this morning, love.”

“I know it’s gross and awful and I’m so so sorry.” you spoke so quickly that your words seemed to trip over themselves and run together.

“It’s alright. I’m always more than happy to take care of you.” He pulled back just enough to pull your face to look at him by your chin. “I wish you’d let me do it more often. You stay so busy and on top of everything in both of our lives. It’s nice to know that you can depend on me when you need it.”

“Of course, I depend on you, dearest. Who else would put up with me and my moods?” You smiled up at him, a true smile that could hit your eyes now that your least favorite side effects were muted. “But for now, let’s eat. You can take care of me again later.”

Tag List: @rogers-wristbands @deakydeckme @gwilym-may

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT. AU) pt.3

03: To be tested

Summary: Going through a multitude of tests, Y/N’s allegiance is thoroughly questioned which leads to new surprises for two very mythical brothers.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst

Word count: 4320

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST  

Thank you for being in the story: @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara Howell, and @mutuallynotmutual as Alyssa!

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Voices, giggles, feet stompers. That’s what forced Y/N to groggily open her eyes and look to her clock. Sure, the sun is up and the birds are out on their branches singing, but when Y/N saw it was barely seven in the morning, she groaned while hiding her face in the pillow.

The chatter didn’t stop, slowly unnerving her until her hands formed fists and a rage burned within. She was definitely not a morning person and being woken up so early and inconsiderably had tipped her over into a screaming blur.

She screamed into her pillow, using her balled up fists to take her anger out on the mattress she enjoyed much better with her eyes closed. She screamed until her throat turned raw and scratchy as if she swallowed a handful of razor blades the night before. She had been up far too late as well, drowning herself in pain and endless what if’s, only fueling her sleep deprived fury.

But she couldn’t take it out on those around her. Not again. It’s how she lost all her previous friendships. She swore she’d be a good Kappa sister, not only to herself but her mother as well.

She made a promise and she had every intent to keep it.

Giving up on her slumber, Y/N rolls to her right side and turns to the window. She lets her legs dangle from the bed, keeping her head still on the pillow to collect herself. She had to put back the brave mask to bear today, knowing she can’t let people see the weakness she hides from the world. Sighing, she pushes off with her right elbow and sits up. Running a hand through her hair, she stands and makes her way to the bay window.

Looking out the window, she sees most pledges are gathered outside the house already, obviously keen on getting done with tasks of the day. While she’s not as excited, she’s determined. Y/N is determined to earn the spot she’s been given and prove everyone, herself included, that she’s right where she belongs.

Despite her will to be a good Kappa sister, she can’t help her wandering gaze as it sets on a particular window of the next door frat house. The window is open, giving her a clear view of a shirtless man sleeping on his stomach, hugging a pillow close to his chest. She squints, looking at his very thick and round ass peering under the sheet he chose to cover his body with, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. She knows it’s wrong, but she’d like nothing more than to touch the butt.

She giggles to herself, remembering watching Nemo as a kid and that “I WANNA TOUCH THE BUTT” scene, imagining herself as the curious fish just wanting to squish the big butt in her sight.

Lost in her little fantasy, Y/N shook her head slightly, reminding herself that would be against the rules and reeled herself in. She must not let the very attractive and probably charming twins derail her from all the plans she’s spent too long working on.

She pulls the curtain to change, not wanting to risk Grayson waking up and getting a free peep show. If anything, he’d at least have to pay for it and not necessarily in cash.

’Stop the sinful thoughts’, she mentally shakes herself up once more, putting on her clothes.

A pair of black jeans and a green hole sweater, the right sleeve slopping down her shoulder and revealing a bit of skin. She decides on lacing her green converse with pearly white shoelaces, to match not only her outfit but the house colors too - the aesthetic of it all to put her on the top. Letting her hair down, she puts her make up on - nothing too flashy, but enough to accentuate her eyes and give her lips a little protection from the oncoming autumn cold. A book bag for class over her shoulder and she’s prepared to take on the world.

Or so she thought.

Unlocking her door, Y/N walks down the stairs, finding the first floor flooded with sorority girls. All the girls lower their voices, looking at a very irritated Blair who approaches Y/N.

“You’re taking your sweet time this morning.” Blair folds her arms across her chest, cocking her head to the right as her eyes narrow.

“I didn’t realize we have anything scheduled for the morning.” Y/N replies calmly, trying to soothe her inner bitch and stop herself from saying things that would surely get her into trouble.

“If you stayed last night, you’d know.” Blair spat, looking Y/N up and down, thoroughly judging her outfit. She could feel the daggers Blair’s glare intended for her, but no matter how hard she tried…she just didn’t care.

“No one said it was mandatory.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, hearing a tiny gasp from the crowd that’s gathered around them. It didn’t seem like anyone had ever talked back to Queen Bitch and Y/N had to physically stop herself from openly rolling her eyes at the current head of their sorority.

“No one said it wasn’t.” Blair sneers, turning her back on Y/N, narrowly missing Y/N rolling her eyes at her for real this time. If she hadn’t, she would have blown an aneurysm.

“Before class, we will test your knowledge.” Blair walks out, everyone filing out after her, so Y/N follows too. She stands in the front yard with the rest of the pledges, waiting for instructions.

“You’ll each get a buzzer to hold in your right hand.” Sara approaches Y/N, handing her the buzzer and connecting a small wire to her left index finger. She smiles sweetly, hoping it reassures Y/N for the round and it does.

“The buzzer is connected to a source of electricity, so every wrong answer will quite literally shock you.” A series of surprised gasps and whispers spreads like wildfire around Y/N, but she just clicks her tongue, nodding to herself.

She wondered if hazing is a thing and she definitely considered this hazing. She’s not as surprised as the girls around her, rather annoyed. Queen Bitch is definitely a mad Targaryan…No doubt left in her mind about that.

“Silence!” Blair shouts, getting a few pissed off ’shut up’s’ from the sleepy frats next door.

Y/N chuckles at the vein popping on Blair’s forehead as she shouts a couple of insults their way, deciding the frat might not be so bad after all. Hell, she’d pay good money to see what happens when they actually do mess with Mrs. Uptight.

Y/N looks up, noticing Ethan being one of the vocal ones and he certainly noticed her too for his shouting immediately stopped and was replaced with a tiny wave and a nervous rub at the back of his neck.

Averting her eyes to Blair, Y/N can tell everyone noticed that wave was meant for her alone but she won’t comment on it. In fact, she’ll pretend it never happened.

That’s the sensible thing to do, she thought.

“You have to get two answers right in every category, meaning you get ONE chance of a slip up.” Blair explains, emphasizing the words unnecessarily in Y/N’s opinion. She wasn’t impressed by Blair at all, especially not her mean girl attitude.

She started her questions, kicking two girls out right off the bat. Not only did the poor girls get shocked twice, but also cut from the sorority.

It wasn’t pretty.

The rest did pretty well, a couple of them getting shocked in the process, but none of them got more than one wrong per category.

It was finally her turn. She didn’t feel nervous, nor intimidated at all. She felt ready.

Blair stuck her hand into the bin, drawing the first category.

“Harry Potter?” She frowned while Y/N smiled, knowing she’d be set for this category. If there’s anything in this world she knows everything about, it’s Harry Potter. She spent countless hours reading every book, watching every movie and all with her mother. It was one of the things they bonded over and that always helped settle disputes between the two - every fight ending with a movie marathon and late night giggles. Ignoring the ache of fond memories flowing through her, Y/N swallowed thickly and batted her eyelashes quickly to stop her eyes from watering.

“Ugh, fine. First question is: What age do the students of Hogwarts school of magic and witchcraft get their owl?”

“Eleven.” Y/N responds confidently, noticing a crowd of more than one sorority and frat gathered for the show. She didn’t have to look for the infamous twins, knowing they’re both watching her. It makes her sound insane or self-absorbed, but she could feel their eyes on her. She didn’t understand where their interest came from, but she knew she was on their radar. It felt oddly…exhilarating, but also terrifying. She stands to lose everything if she dares to pull on that thread.

“Second question: What was the last horcrux?”

“Harry Potter himself since a small part of Voldemort’s soul hid inside him on the night he killed his parents and tried to kill him too.” Y/N smirks, watching Blair’s face turning red. Revisiting her favorite fandom and making Blair fume? It’s better than winning the lottery.

“THIRD question: What is Voldemort’s real name?”

“Tom Marvolo Riddle.” Y/N replies confidently with Tom’s signature British - muggles disgust him - accent, the crowd cheering her on. She felt her heart leap inside her chest with the support, feeling self conscious of more than just her looks.

Their looks started to burn - like a lover’s touch. She had to physically remind herself to breathe and she mentally facepalmed at the sound of her own voice.

Blair drafted the second category, smirking in satisfaction.

“Second category: Greek mythology.” She sends a glare Y/N’s way, expecting her to fail. Little did she know that is one of Y/N’s guilty pleasures. She’s always loved history and myth, but she found herself invested in Greek mythology in particular - taking interest in certain gods and goddesses.

“First question: What was Apollo the god of?” The question didn’t throw Y/N off at all. She loved the legends and the thought of it all being real. With risk of sounding insane once more, she truly felt a connection to the myths. At times, she even dreamed of what she deemed Mount Olympus.

“Not only is he considered the epitome of beauty, but he is also a god of music, poetry, arts, oracles, archery, herds and flocks, diseases, healing, light, sun, knowledge and protection of young or youth, whichever way you prefer it.” Y/N hears a loud clap before she’s even done, attracting her attention to the hollering Grayson on the porch. His smile is wide, almost as bright as the sun and Y/N can’t help but wish she could see it up front. She’s only ever saw him from afar, never up close and no matter how hard she denies it, she’d like to change that.

“Second question: Which of the gods tried to negotiate with Hades on his release of Persephone?”

“That’s easy. It was Hermes, Persephone’s and Apollo’s brother. The god of trade, thieves, travelers, sports, athletes, border crossings, a messenger to the gods and a guide to the underworld. He worked side by side with Hades in the underworld.” Y/N’s eyes flicker to the frat house, seeing a very smiling Ethan whispering something in Grayson’s ear.

Not weird at all.

“Fine. Third question: Who was Chaos? Better yet, Hecate?”

“Chaos was the origin of everything and the very first thing that ever existed. It was a primordial void, which everything was created from including the universe and the Greek gods. It is believed Chaos was a female, but of course, we can’t know that for sure. As for Hecate, she was a goddess of witchcraft, magic, crossroads, ghosts, and necromancy. Many deemed her dark, connecting her to Hades but I believe it’s why they’d never work. She wanted to awaken those he had welcomed into the underworld. If anything, Hermes would be a more suitable choice.” Y/N lets out a deep breath, hoping it was enough to satisfy the harpy before her who was hoping she’d fail. She was probably praying it happens.

Blair nods, humphs and pulls out the last category.

“Kappa Delta. First question: When was the sorority founded?” Blair’s voice is void of snark, but filled with a sense of giving up. She’s aware no self-respecting Kappa pledge would ever fail a Kappa Delta quiz.

“October 23rd, 1897.” Y/N is quick with her response, awaiting the second question Blair delivers right after.

“Sorority flower?”

“White rose.” Y/N smiles, knowing she’s already passed this round.

“Our words?”

“Ta Kala Diokomen - Let us strive for that which is honorable, beautiful and highest”, Y/N decided to prance, using the Latin and English for the words she knows by heart. “You passed. Congratulations.” Blair fakes a smile, getting one in return. The difference is, Y/N’s fake smile is much more believable.

Y/N finally exhaled, feeling the tension dissipate as Sara took off the shocker from her finger.

“Congratulations. A step closer to being a sorority sister.” Sara is genuine, her kind eyes showing interest in friendship with Y/N even now, before she knew her truly. A small part of Y/N was afraid of it, letting anyone in would mean she’d have to talk about all the heaviness her heart has grown accustomed to. She’d have to share the burden and she wasn’t sure anyone would like the same weight on their shoulders.

“Thanks. I - uh, gotta run to class. I suppose we will be tested some more after?” She assumed, correctly considering the excited nod Sara gave her. Sighing, Y/N smiles and says her goodbyes, turns on her heel and sets off.

Plugging her earphones, she prepares to blast some music when a hand on her shoulder startles her into a scream. Unlucky for the person behind her, Y/N’s elbow flies backwards on reflex, digging into the person’s stomach.

She turns around, meeting a bent over frat whose groans alert her.

“I AM SO SORRY!” Her voice cracks, going too high too fast.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.” He apologizes, looking up and slowly straightening up. No words leaving her mouth, Y/N stares up at the dashing man before her and her heart physically aches with his beauty.

“Consider us even.” Y/N smiles softly, allowing herself this small crime of looking into his eyes, falling in love with the swirling brown and the green ring encasing it. She wanted to see him up close, but she never thought he’d take the very breath from her lungs when she did.

He’s inhuman, godly even.

“I really like the outfit. Green. Kind of my favorite color.” He smirks at Y/N, observing her flushed cheeks with a sense of pride. He loved knowing the effect he had on her, making his job of making her fall for him a lot easier than he originally thought.

She looked down on her outfit, as if she forgot what she wore in the first place but also to hide her blush from the overly-confident frat.

“I’m Grayson, by the way.” Outstretching his hand, Grayson awaits her own to take it, letting his hand remain in mid air longer than he’d ever done so before. No girl let him wait, certainly not as long as he did now and most definitely never had he ever been rejected before. But there she is, not even shaking his hand and it bruised his ego, no matter how hard he tried to act unbothered as he let it fall to his side.

“I’m gonna be late for class.” Y/N excuses herself, forcing her legs to move away from the man she wanted to explore and not abandon. Her entire body, every cell, every molecule ached for him and she couldn’t even understand why. Not when she knew he would fuck up her entire life.

“I’ll walk with you.” Grayson follows after, deciding to let the previous incident be forgotten. He smiled widely at her, noticing her frown deepen, but it didn’t put a damper on his cheer or the light that seemed to surround him.

Ethan felt different. He was like twilight, a little darker, romantic and enticing, incredibly magnetic.

Grayson is more like breaking dawn, fresh and open, alight and angelic, promising and charming.

Both of them felt like adventure, a dream of sorts. Trouble most of all.

“Sure.” Y/N mumbles, facing forward.

“So, uh…You really know your mythology.” Grayson speaks up, half complimenting her, half prying. One of the basic information he needed is who she’s descended from. Higher the rank, stronger the magic in her blood is. Stronger the magic, lesser his chances of deceit. And he couldn’t fuck this up. Not when she’s the last one, his final chance to go back to a home he could barely remember now. It’s been so long since he last saw what he so craves for. Too long.

“I guess. I’ve always felt a want, a need to know more and Greek mythology kind of called to me.” She admits sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t find her nerdy and annoying. Once she started to talk, she’d never stop and that would be counterproductive when it’s a guy she likes.

Likes? Get it together, Y/L/N!

“What’s your favorite one? Which of the gods do you feel most connected to?” Grayson continues, pushing her for valuable information as a smile etches onto her face and he knows he’s got her in a better mood than before. He knows she’d open up. Most often than not, every of the descendants felt the connection to their bloodline, knowing their names even if they didn’t read up on the gods before. Every one of them mentioned Hermes and Apollo, the third name usually being the information he was looking for.

“Oddly enough…the same ones I was asked about today. Mostly Chaos and Hecate.” She bit her lip nervously, glancing at Grayson who stopped in his spot and his lips parted.

One part of his brain screamed about wanting to be the one to bite her lip himself, the other one screamed about the possibility of the last descendant being a direct heir of the most powerful titan Chaos who had created all the gods and goddesses since the beginning of time. And Hecate…she must have been her last living root to Mount Olympus.

“Are you alright?” Y/N stopped too, turning to Grayson completely with a worried twinkle in her eye, mirroring the worry etched in every line of her pretty face.

Grayson knew he couldn’t let her see him freaking out, not out in the open. Not yet. He couldn’t tell her the truth without his brother, not so early on. He owed Hermes a fair playing field after all they’ve been through together. If he told her now, she’d either consider him a loon or do the unthinkable - believe him.

“Yes, I just remembered I forgot a book back at the house. I’ll see you around, pretty girl.” Turning on the charm, Grayson winked at her only to get an annoyed eye roll in return.

“Bye.” She turned away from him, giving him one of his tiny waves over her shoulder, walking fast in the opposite direction.

The classes seemed to drag on and Y/N’s mood dropped with the weather. She could hear the thunder rolling in with the dark clouds. Very ominous indeed. The rain certainly didn’t help. She stood at the door, knowing stepping a foot forward would result in her immediate drenching as the rain turned into a storm, hail occasionally joining in.

“Fuck my life.” She muttered under her breath, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. Tired and hungry and now she has to walk back in the rain. Not her best day.

“Need some help?” An umbrella snaps open above her head, an arm circling around her until it rests on her shoulder. Looking up, she finds the other twin, the twilight had embraced her.

“I may or may not be trapped here, yes.” Y/N admits, pressing her lips together and peering up at a smirking Ethan.

“Very damsel in distress of you.” He points out, raising a brow before tugging her closer to him. The thunder roars as they step into the rain, walking quickly back to their houses in each other’s embrace. It’s the last thing she thought would happen today, but she couldn’t find it in herself to regret the close proximity and company she decided to keep.

Getting closer, Y/N halted with a gasp.

“What the actual fuck?!” She groaned, noticing the pledges in front of the house with no rain gear whatsoever.

“Think you’re being tested again.” Ethan whispers in her ear and she rolls her eyes at him just as she did at his brother earlier.

The testing process should last a week, so why is this my second test in a single day?

“No shit, Sherlock. I gotta go. Mind giving me a head start?” She pleads silently, hoping Ethan wouldn’t mind and with a reassuring smile and a nudge on his behalf, she runs out into the blasting rain and joins her future sisters in the muddy lawn in front of the Kappa sorority.

“Nice of you to join us.” Blair whistles, adjusting her umbrella as she remains on the stairs and away from the mud. She can tell Y/N’s already riled up, ecstatic about her drowned rat look.

“Test two: team work!” Blair exclaims, the rest of the sisters clapping in the background much to Y/N’s disapproval.

If this isn’t hazing…You can get a pneumonia out here.

“Split into two groups, grab an end of the rope in front of you and…Pull.” Blair’s wicked smile unnerves Y/N, but she can’t let her win. Not today.

“Wanna be on my team?” She turns to a kind offer, finding Alyssa - the girl she met in her bedroom on the other end of that voice.

“You’re a pledge?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised for she believed Alyssa is already a sister and she didn’t even see her in the morning tests.

“Nah. Just gotta join in as a punishment for saying hi to one of the KDRs.” Alyssa’s eye roll and clear disgruntled opinion of the whole thing makes Y/N chuckle, nodding.

“Then, I’m all in.”

She grabs onto the rope, stepping up to be the first in the line. Making a loop around her hand with the rope, she sets a foot forward to prepare for the tug. She takes in a deep breath and pulls hard, with all she’s got. To her surprise, so does the rest of her group, ending in a very short, one tug sort of a victory as the other group falls face forward into the mud and screams.

“Oh my God.” Y/N chuckles, covering her mouth as she looks to the poor pledges that ended up covered in dirt and what not.

“High five champ!” Alyssa offers a hand which Y/N gladly grabs, fist bumping right after their high five.

“Those of you who carry mud for a face can leave. The rest will face their final challenge tonight. 8 PM at the bottom of the stairs. Don’t be late.” Blair looks to Y/N with the last warning, but for once, Y/N shrugs it off. Finding herself in a group hug, she lets herself feel the rain on her skin and the warmth of her sister pledges. She laughs loudly and without a filter, genuinely enjoying the moment as it is - messy, unexpected and certainly needed.

She can feel the look of probably every frat in the house, knowing they’re losing their minds over a group of girls in wet, tight, probably even see-through clothes hugging it out and dancing like lunatics on the front lawn. But she didn’t care.

For the first time in years, Y/N felt happy and at peace.

Washing the mud off her and getting dry clothes, Y/N put on a warm jumper and leggings with bunny slippers before going down the stairs…and just in time.

“Third test is the test of honor. If you pass this test, you will be welcomed into our sorority as a Kappa sister. But the test of honor is one many fail.” Blair smirks, glancing at Y/N with a devilish glint in her eyes. She definitely had it out for her, no doubt about it any longer which only made Y/N’s resolution stronger.

Clapping her palms together, a bell rung and the front door opened.

Every girl’s eyes widened, some of them salivating at the sight. Y/N on the other hand nearly had a heart attack once she spotted them both.

Ethan and Grayson, along with the rest of their frat, stood in nothing but their underwear - all of them flexing an incredibly good physique. Every muscle is defined, well rounded, strong and crawling with veins just under the surface. Most of them still wet from the rain only gave way for imagination and none of the thoughts were pure in the moment.

Blair cleared her throat, snapping her fingers for attention.

It didn’t work on Ethan or Grayson as they both set their sights on Y/N, eyeing her with their handsome smirks in place. Y/N? She just focused on her breathing and the tingling sensation in all the right places after what her eyes just witnessed.

“Each of you get a single frat to paint their bodies. Do that without hooking up and you’ll pass.” Blair states, turning her head to Y/N. “Except for you. You get two - twins come in a package deal.” Her eyes flickered between Y/N and the twins, making sure she knew what she’s in for.

Oh, shit…

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Hypothetically, HYPOTHETICALLY, if someone were to write a Saiki Kusou no Psi nan crossover with assassination classroom. In your opinion, what would be the funniest, clever or most mysterious way to integrate him into class 3-E? (Assuming you've read/watched the series that is).

(this took way too long because i ended up binging the whole series for ‘research’)

Summary: Saiki tries to hide his psychic powers from the assassination classroom when he finds himself in their world.

Saiki needed to stop getting himself into these situations. He didn’t know which gods felt the need to torment him like they did, but an angry letter of complaint to their office wasn’t enough to make up for what happened.

It started as soon as he woke up. Approximately 0.0076 seconds after he got out of his bed, Saiki had noticed something wasn’t right.His limiter had fallen out during his sleep, and was now partially under the pillow. His bed and the better chunk of his room were submerged in sand, which went on for miles. Using his clairvoyance, Saiki still couldn’t see any people for a good 50 kilometres. He had found himself in the middle of the desert.

“Yare yare, I must’ve teleported.”

He then had tried teleporting to his house, but he couldn’t find it. He went through the whole neighbourhood, but his dad and mom didn’t seem to… exist? He even checked the whole country, But popping up all over Japan attracted the attention of a few parties.

And that eventually ended up with him here, With a government agent prattling on about whatever threat the world faced. After revealing his telekinesis on a surveillance camera (thankfully they never found out about his teleportation), the government of Japan had noticed him, and had immediately dragged him to a secret government bunker, talking about how they knew he had special powers. Not that he was listening. Instead, he was worrying over what had happened to everyone he know. The latest theory he had come up with was he had hopped a dimension. It only happened once before, and ended with him running from powerful espers from the 7th division of Claw. He soon realized it would take a day to get back to his normal dimension when he was trying to get back, so that was probably the minimum amount of time he’d have to spend here.

“What a cliche trope”  Saiki sighed. “I’ll just have to play along, I guess”

“-the reward is 30 billion yen to kill that yellow monster. Will you do it?” The annoying side character agent, who introduced himself as Shiro, finished.

Saiki rolled his eyes. Even if he’d rather spend the day taking advantage of this universe’s coffee jelly, he knew he couldn’t escape the plot. If he tried running, he would just get dragged back into it for some stupid reason, or he’d be pulled into another, more ridiculous, story. It was the only thing that could beat him.

A nod confirmed his alliance.

“Excellent! I’ll get you prepared.” Saiki’s mind-reading abilities told him Shiro wasn’t the most mentally stable, but he figured he’d have a few episodes before Shiro went full crazy.

“Time to get you enrolled in the assassination classroom.”

—

(Somewhere in a sketchy government facility)

A bloodstained report smacked onto the desk of the prime minister.

“We have intel.” the spy who had delivered the file spoke, with his toque shading his eyes, and you could only see his dark pupils drilling down into your head.

“What’s it aboot?” The prime minister’s eyes had seen his fair share of wars, they were dark and unbreakable like a beaver’s den. He pulled the files toward him, examining the files with the intensity of as if they were tickets to a professional hockey game.

“The Japanese have been keeping secrets from us, sir. They have been hosting a dangerous octopus creature, who says they’ll destroy the Earth next March.”

“Those bastards.” The prime minister stood up from his desk, causing his chair to scrape the floor as it moved away from him.

“When I’m done with them, I’ll show them no mercy.” He furrowed his brows. “I’d bet a toonie they thought we couldn’t help because we’re a ‘peaceful’ country. I’ll show them… when we BLOW UP THAT MONSTER OURSELVES!!”

“How do you plan to accomplish that, sir?”

“Heat seeking missiles. We aim it right at the students so that damn octopus can’t escape, then we bomb the whole thing with anti-teacher pellets.”

“Sorry for doubting your plan, sir.”

“Sorry for making you doubt my plan.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

—

“I hear we’re getting another student transfer, Kayano!” Nagisa stopped to chat with his fellow student on the way to their mountain school.

“Do you think they’ll be normal this time?” Kayana said.

“Doubtful” Itona appeared. “The only transfer students we have are freaks. I had tentacles, Ritsu’s an assassination machine, and Karma has too many problems to be ‘normal’.” he listed the transfer students’ ‘quirks’ on his fingers.

“You might want to stop insulting me,” behind Itona, Karma stood. He smirked, then said “But I wouldn’t disagree.”

Everyone made their way to class, where KoroSensei was waiting.

“Hello class.” He tittered. “ The new transfer student comes today, and he has ALREADY challenged me to a fight, so we’re moving quite fast. Ooh, telekinesis? How intriguing!”

After staring at the note intently, KoroSensei held it up, showing japanese kanas spelling out the time and place for meeting, along with the students known powers.

“Now please be patient, everyone. The student should arrive right–”

The door to the classroom blew open. Shiro stepped into the scene, with Saiki a few seconds behind him, yet already regretting it.

“Hi.” Saiki said.

Stepping into the classroom, The minds of the students told Saiki about the previous fights of different rivals of Korosensei. All of them had failed, obviously. They tried to kill him, got beaten badly, then learned the value of friendship and working together. It seemed that was what was expected of him as a transfer. Saiki could at least help speed the process up.

‘Alright,’ he thought, ‘ I guess I have to do it.’

He held up his hands in surrender.

“Oh no. You are too strong, I can see it now. There is no way I can beat you. I’m so sorry, Shiro, I guess I’m giving up.” He walked off to the empty seat in the corner of the classroom, right next to a window. He smirked. A few more hours and he’d be out of this classroom .

“W-What?!” Shiro sputtered, stepping closer to Saiki with an intent to murder, “You’re supposed to fight. Get up and KILL HIM!!” he reached to grab Saiki’s shoulder’s before Korosensei’s tentacles pulled him away.

“You’re not allowed to hurt any of my students, Shiro.” Korosensei said, smiling. “Please excuse yourself from this classroom.”

Shiro left, albeit slowly. Saiki’s recently created plan was going well.

As Korosensei started the lesson, a student with flashy red hair (‘Karma Akabane’ Saiki noticed) leaned over to talk to him from the other desk.

“So, I heard you had telekinesis.” Karma face was two inches from Saiki. Saiki couldn’t really deny his powers here. He nodded.

“Interesting!” His face was now just an inch away. “Can I have an example?”

Yare yare. Saiki waved his hands, and a spoon flew into his hand from a nearby lunchbox. Letting go of it so it could float on its own, the metal spoon bent before Karma’s widening eyes. He let out a gasp,  making everyone turn to see the spoon that was levitating thanks to a certain psychic’s powers. Now he had an audience.

“Wow! I guess it’s true. How much power do you have?  Can you lift a car? A train? Could you fix the moon?”

“Why would I need to-” Shoot. That was close to revealing himself as an outsider. His telepathy showed him the broken crescent moon that all the class was thinking about. Could he fix it? He would have to take out his limiter and turn it back seven years, though it wouldn’t be hard theoretically. But if he said yes, that would mean they would ask him to fix it. It also wouldn’t make sense to how he could fix a whole moon and not defeat a yellow octopus man. Lying was the better option here. “I mean, no, Nothing bigger than spoons.”

“Um, okay.” The whole class was staring at him now. He could tell they were suspicious. He just had to switch the subject, and then they would forget.

“So what are those weird pink balls on your head?”

Shoot. He had forgotten to telepathically suggest they were hairpins. Being the center of attention was too dangerous.

“They’re my hairpins.” Everyone seemed to accept that, thank the gods.

“Wow! Can I pull them out and see them?” one classmate reached for his head.

“No.”

Yare yare. He might not survive today.

—

As Saiki was being tortured by the students of 3-E, Korosensei was sitting read The Great Gatsby. Even when he was thoroughly enjoying his book, his nose caught the faint smell of chemicals. Normally this wouldn’t be the biggest issue, but the chemicals were a fuel-oxidizer mixture, they were up in the air, and they were coming closer at a rate too fast to be a plane. Missiles, then. He could smell out the steam of infrared electricity, so they were heat-seeking missiles, specifically. Why would anyone send heat-seeking missiles to him? He didn’t produce that much heat, so the missile would more likely go to actual people like-

The children.

They were aiming for the schoolchildren, to keep him here. Korosensei couldn’t smell it now, but he bet there was also an anti-sensei missile searing through the sky towards him.

How could he solve this? He needed to stop the missiles, firstly. Should he tell the students? No, that would only worry them about problem with an obvious solution.

He flew off from his desk in the classroom. At Mach 20, disabling the missiles would be easier than stopping them physically with his lack of strength. Then he would have to bury them in the ocean, or maybe space. Speeding up to the closest missile, he noticed a Canadian flag design on its side.

“Canada, hmm? It’s always the quiet ones.”

He tried to open up the hatch to the missiles wires, but his tentacles burst as he touched the metal plating.

“Anti-sensei plating.” that made it harder. He could go back and grab his napkin to hold it, but he couldn’t navigate the wire system accurately with such a huge handicap. The only option was to evacuate the students and hopefully get out of the missiles range.

He flew back to the classroom, where a certain psychic was sitting.

Of course, Saiki knew about the missiles. With a quick check using clairvoyance, he counted 3 in total. Heading straight for them at about Mach 15. There was enough explosives to decimate the whole mountain. Korosensei may try and save all his students, but there were only 20 seconds left. He wouldn’t make it.

Korosensei quickly shoved his students out the door of the classroom.  He talked quickly as he persuaded them out of the building, but he was too agitated to fully explain the situation. Now there were 15 seconds. The missiles could be seen before Saiki and rest of the students were all outdoors. Everyone immediately realized what KoroSensei had been trying to do, and started to sprint, but no one here was fast enough to escape except Korosensei, and he would not abandon his students. 10 seconds. They seemed to realize the couldn’t outrun their death, so they just stood, motionless, wondering what would happen next. Less than 5 seconds left.

—

Saiki knew he had to do it. They would question it, and ask him why he hadn’t used his powers. But even if he hated confrontation, and talking, and socializing, that wouldn’t matter if they were dead. His rule of not interfering would be broken, but he could make an exception. No matter what excuse he made to himself, he knew he wouldn’t run away.

Two seconds left.

Saiki calmly stepped forwards to the missiles, putting himself in front of all his classmates. His hands stretched out before him. Like they were frozen in time, all three missiles slowed to a stop, five feet away from the students they were to kill.

But that was only a temporary solution. Taking out his limiter, Saiki set the missiles to seven years in the past. Plates of metal materialized to take their place, and fell to the grass. The clattered onto the ground unceremoniously

No one spoke.

“Wow.” Karma was the first to break the silence, “One question. How?”

“I’m uh… not from around here.” Saiki fiddled with his hands too much to be normal. He’d rather get hit by a missile than be asked awkward questions in front of a crowd.

“You’re American??!”

“No, that’s-” Why was everyone so stupid? “A bit farther than that.”

“You’re an alien!!”

“No…(Yare yare) well, close enough.”

“So why?” Nagisa asked. He seemed to have completely recovered from the shock of certain death, and now stood in his usual pose. Not cocky or reserved, but unfazed.

“Why what?”

“Why would you lie?”

“Because then you’d ask me to kill KoroSensei,” This much talking and honesty was getting uncomfortable. He might end up teleporting away from his problems.

“You can?”

Korosensei had gotten over the attempted bombing of his students and his regular smile was now imprinted on his face. “Now now, class, I’m sure he wouldn’t be able to,” he coughed. “So you aren’t remaining to study with our class?”

“No, I have 20 hours left in this universe”

“So you’re staying with us until then.”

“I was going to go and grab some coffee jelly from-”

“Great! We can teach you some assassination moves!”

They started to forcefully drag Saiki up the mountain, back into the classroom.

“So Saiki,” Karma said, in a cheery tone, “Can you fix the moon?”

“Yes, I’m powerful enough to.”

“Will you fix it, please?”

“No.”

[yoonminnow]

Show Me

→ pairing | jimin/reader → word count | 6,099 → genre | idol au, slice of life, smut → summary | You and Jimin are spending some quality time together after his world tour when he discovers a new toy of yours and takes an interest. → warnings | idol!jimin, sex toys, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, squirting, fluff if you squint 

“God, it feels so weird to be home again.” Jimin breathes out as you both step through the front door to your apartment.

He promptly drops his duffel bag on the ground by the door and toes off his shoes.

You hadn’t seen Jimin for over a month as he embarked on a month long world tour, and even before that he had stayed at the shared dorms with his band members to cut down on travel time for rehearsal.

“It even smells nice in here. I’d leave more often if it meant you’d clean up, y/n.” Jimin shoots back to you as he throws his keys on the kitchen island.

“Is that any way to talk to someone who just drove two hours to pick your ass up from the airport?” you joke back.

Jimin takes a step closer and wraps his arms around you, looking down as you push your lower lip out in a mock pout.

“You’re right, you’re right. Did I say thank you, by the way?” Jimin questions, rocking you slightly from side to side. “I know you’ve been busy with school and work.”

“You really think I’d let you take a cab here after being away for so long?” you laugh. “I was so excited to see you that I couldn’t get any work done anyway, so really you did me a favor.”

“Well, I’m glad to be of service to you then. Seems like you owe me one.” Jimin smirks as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck for a quick kiss.

“You know,” Jimin murmurs into the side of your neck, making you sigh out in content, “you wouldn’t have to drive all this way if you’d just move in with me in the city.”

You roll your eyes, even though Jimin can’t see it.

“I told you,” you start. “I don’t want you paying for me. Plus, I like this place. Your apartment is too big.”

“Hence me trying to get you to move in with me. It gets lonely in there.” Jimin pouts his lips into your neck, still giving small pecks.

“Jimin…” you scoff lightly in response. “ You’re in that apartment like three days out of the year with your schedule. I’d see you just as much as I do now even if I lived there.”

It’s not that the thought of living with Jimin is unappealing. In fact, you often dreamt of a life where you could wake up with him in the morning every morning.

A life where you could snuggle in with Jimin as the sun was peeking through your blinds.

He’d stir from sleep when you’d touch his cheek, and then with a quick kiss and a stretch you’d try to escape to the kitchen for some coffee before he catches you by the wrist and drags you back under the warm covers.

But the reality of dating an idol has a sobering effect on your daydreams. Jimin’s schedule keeps him busy from morning until late in the evening. He travels constantly, leaving for weeks, or recently, months at a time.

Jimin asked you to move into his apartment about 2 years into your relationship. You hadn’t even entertained the idea before he suggested it because you just assumed it was impossible with his fans and company to live with a girlfriend.

He told you he didn’t care about the potential consequences. He told you he wanted to see you as much as he could, even if that just meant rolling into bed with you for a few hours of sleep before he had to wake up and leave again.

Jimin was always the more emotional one in the relationship though. You knew that he wasn’t thinking properly about his career and what he was putting at stake if you two were to let down your guard.

You also had to protect your own heart. In your town you had your routine, your friends, not to mention your sweet discount you get at the restaurant you frequent far too often.

If you were to move in with Jimin you would lose that, and probably end up being lonelier without him there.

Jimin knows all this. He is so in tune with your thoughts that when you made the decision to keep living in your own place he wasn’t even upset. He told you that your independence is one of the qualities that made him fall in love with you.

To be fair he said the same thing about your ability to quote That 70s Show at a moments notice, so you aren’t sure how much weight that compliment holds. Even so it was a relief that the decision didn’t cause any conflict.

Even if he accepted your decision that still doesn’t stop Jimin from bringing it up constantly with the hopes that he will sway you.

He trails his lips up the length of your neck and peppers your jaw with small kisses.

“Wouldn’t you love to be able to do this every night?”

“You know I would, Jimin.” you sigh. “If you weren’t in a different country practically every day.”

“It’s not everyday.” He laughed into your collarbone. “God, you smell so good. I missed the way you smell so much.”

Jimin begins nuzzling into your neck, peppering kisses and nipping lightly at the thin skin. You can feel your body heating up from the kisses already.

You hadn’t realized you were moving backwards until your back is pressed against the wall of your living room. Jimin’s body presses insistently into yours as his hands begin to wander up your sides, pulling your shirt up with them. His hands settle on the bare skin of your waist before he lifts you up.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, hands finding purchase in his soft black hair.

You can feel the beginnings of Jimin’s hardness press against your crotch in this new position. Your arousal takes over as you grind your hips into his. Jimin pulls his head away from your neck to breath out an incredibly strained moan that shoots straight down to your core.

“Bedroom. Please, now.” You attempt to get out in between kisses.

Jimin laughs at how desperate you sound, but obliges instantly. He wraps his hands under your thighs as he pulls away from the wall and walks you to the bedroom.

Jimin throws you unceremoniously onto the bed, and is quickly on top of you pulling kisses from your already swollen lips. You part your legs to give him more room, and he fills in the space by grinding his now fully hard erection into your core.

“Ah fuck, baby.” you breathe out as you toss your head back onto the pillows and close your eyes.

Jimin groans into your neck as he rolls his hips hard into you. You think for a moment that you could probably come from this alone before you hear rustling in the nightstand drawer beside you.

Jimin had reached in trying to pull out the bottle of lube from your collective stash, which in any other instance would be completely fine except… “Woah, what’s this?”

Fuck.

“Fuck.” you say aloud.

Jimin pulls out a small pink vibrator from the nightstand drawer with a curious look on his face, and you are sure your face was turning a similar shade of pink watching this unfold.

You had completely forgotten you had stored your new toy in that drawer with the intention to relocate it before Jimin got home from his trip.

You were not really the type to share your solo escapades with your partner, even if that partner was Jimin. Which was why the heels of your palms were now pressed so hard into your eyes that you could see stars.

“So, can you just put that back and pretend you never saw it while I go melt into the floor?” you ask Jimin without removing your hands.

“When did you get this?” Jimin asks. Curiosity being the only tone in his voice. No mocking or suggestiveness.

“Uhm, when did your world tour start?” you ask back, hoping that was enough of an answer for him.

He hummed in understanding as he turned the toy over in his hand, and Jesus Christ could this get anymore mortifying.

“Have you used it?” Jimin looks up at you with curious eyes, but now something else glints behind them.

“Well, yeah a couple times. I had to get used to it at first.” you answer honestly.

To be fair you had bought it on a whim.

You were on Amazon late one night and needed to spend ten more dollars to get your add-on-items shipped. The ‘Personal Electric Vibrating Massager’ came in the mail two days later along with a twelve pack of razors and a cute pair of fuzzy socks.

You hate the color pink, but it was two dollars cheaper than the purple vibrator, and you weren’t about to pass up that kind of a deal.

The toy was no replacement for the real thing, but sadly your ‘real thing’ had been multiple oceans away at that point, and you did what you had to do for your sanity.

The whole idea of this was not something you considered sexy, nor did you think Jimin would take any interest in it. But the way he was looking at you now made you begin to think otherwise.

“Jimin?” You ask meekly when he seems to be mulling something over in his head.

When he acknowledges you again his voice had dropped in pitch and his pupils had grown to cover the deep brown of his eyes. The tilt of his chin downwards made him look that much more predatory.

“Would you show me?” he finally asks.

Your eyes grow wide at this.

“Show you?” you parrot back. “Show you how I.. how I use it?”

Jimin nods, licking his lips. “I bet you’d look so sexy.”

His bluntness caught you off guard. He was usually quite subtle with talking about sex, and certainly had never asked for something like this.

Even so you felt yourself heat up from the idea of exposing yourself for him. The thought of him watching you touch yourself, something that had always seemed so private to you, really was enticing.

“Ah, I don’t know Jimin.” you shake your head, though truthfully, the idea was starting to sound exciting. “I don’t think I have the confidence.” you admit, more to yourself than to him.

The idea of Jimin being turned on by the thought of you masturbating was enough to get you worked up, but the thought of performing for him made you a bit nervous.

Jimin shifts his weight back between your legs so he was pressed into your center. He lowers his lips to your ear.

“Really, babe,” he breaths into your hair,  “I think you’d look so sexy playing with yourself for me.” Jimin emphasizes his thoughts with a hard roll of his hips, causing you to exhale harshly.  

“I thought about it all the time on tour.” he continues, steadily rocking himself against you.

You try to pay close attention to his confession, but your mind is hazing over with arousal.

“All those teasing snaps you sent me in bed. Fuck.” He bucks his hips into yours again, clearly recalling some of your snapchat conversations. “You would leave me so hard wanting to see more of you.”

You admittedly had sent Jimin some suggestive pictures of yourself when you were feeling particularly lonely. You never sent full nudes, or anything with your face, but generally after your showers you would send him some mildly revealing pictures.

Apparently you had underestimated their effect if the twitch you felt through Jimin’s jeans was anything to go by.

“Sometimes I’d imagine that you’d touch yourself after taking those for me. Is that true?” Jimin asks with genuine curiosity.

“I did.” you admit shyly. “I’d send you pictures when I was lonely and was thinking about you...”

“Thinking about me what?” Jimin urged.

“Thinking about you fucking me.” Your voice shook. “Thinking about your cock, and how much I missed the feeling of it filling me up.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot baby.” Jimin’s head dipped into the pillow. “I can’t even tell you how badly I wanted you to show me. Just the thought of you playing with yourself while thinking of me would get me so hard.”

Your eyes roll back. You had never considered that Jimin might be into watching you get yourself off. You always figured he was more interested in taking charge of your pleasure, but this confession was really fueling your desire as well.

“I thought about asking you to send me a video.” Jimin admits while running his hands down your sides.

“I’ve always wanted to know if you used your hands, or you had toys. If you liked to play with your clit, or finger yourself.” When he reaches the back of your thighs he hikes your legs up so that your hips were more open to his thrusts.

“Fuck, Jimin.” you moan. The visual he was painting was only second to the feeling of him grinding his hard cock into your center.

“Does that sound like something you could show me, baby?” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes. God, Jimin. Fuck, I’ll show you.” you moan, getting lost in his touches.

As your desperation comes close to bursting you feel a hard object being pressed into your hand. Your eyes must have slipped close when Jimin was speaking to you, but upon opening them you see Jimin has pushed himself up onto his left hand, distancing your bodies.

You looked up to your own hand to see that Jimin was pressing your vibrator into your palm.

“Be a good girl then, and show me how you want to be touched.” Jimin breaths out. “Then I’ll fuck you however you want.”

Jimin pushes up off the bed so he was on his knees staring down at you. His eyes rake down your body before moving back up to your face to lock eyes with you. In all your time of being with him, you’re not sure you have ever seen him look quite this intimidating.

You keep your eyes locked with his as you bring the toy down closer to your core. You feel like you may not be allowed to break eye contact.

You bring the toy over your clothed center as you click on the button at the base of the vibe, activating the toy’s lowest setting.

Your eyes finally break contact with Jimin as they close tightly in response to the spike in pleasure. The cover of your jeans causes the vibrations to spread all through your core.

“That’s it, baby.” Jimin praises, seemingly satisfied with your response.

He slowly makes his way off the bed to the armchair that he repositions to be at the foot of the bed. You watch as he lowers himself down and promptly spreads his legs, elbows resting on his thighs. A possessive energy rolling off him in waves.

You run the vibrator up the length of your covered slit as you let your legs fall open even wider, knees nearly flat against the bed. A strained moan falls from your lips as you ghost the toy over your clit.

“Does it feel good?” Jimin asks, a hint of breathiness in his voice.

“Yes. Fuck, Jimin, it feels really good.”

“Then why don’t you get naked for me, baby girl. I’ll bet it’ll feel better.” Jimin drawls.

You whine in response to the pet name before placing the vibrator to the side.

First you sit up to slip off your shirt. You had forgone a bra today, and can hear Jimin intake a quick breath when your breasts fall from the bottom of your shirt.

Next you lay on your back to unbutton your pants. Your fingers fumbling slightly due to your excitement. You lift your hips to get the jeans past your hips and pull the jeans off of your ankles before tossing them to the side.

You are left in just your underwear, a pair of light blue boy shorts that you had unknowingly begun to soak through with your arousal. You look up to Jimin who is eyeing the patch of wetness from your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet, y/n.” Jimin says, sitting back in the chair, legs spread wide. “Do you get this wet when you’re playing alone?”

“No.” you admit quickly. “I think I really like that you’re watching me. It’s making me so wet.”

“Will you show me?” Jimin asks, running his hands through his hair.

You nod before scooting closer to the foot of the bed, legs spread open. You’re pushed up on your hands so you can watch Jimin’s reaction. When you reach the end of the bed you reach down with one of your hands to pull your panties to the side. Your arousal has already soaked the crotch of the panties and has left a sheen along the lips of your core.

With your index finger keeping the panties pushed to the side you run your middle and ring finger up your slit, feeling the tips of your fingers get coated in your arousal.

With your chin still tipped down you glance up to gauge Jimin’s reaction. His gaze is focused on the way your fingers moved against yourself. Moving up and down your slit, but not slipping inside.

You noted that his breathing had become labored. This was clearly turning him on a lot. His reaction was what encouraged you to push further.

Without prompting you slip both of your fingers into yourself, your wetness making it easy to push up to your knuckles.

The initial stretch feels so good after working yourself up so much, and you can’t help but let out a small whine at the feeling.

You keep your eyes locked on Jimin, not wanting to miss his reaction.

Upon watching you push your fingers inside, Jimin lets out a choked moan. He immediately reaches for his covered length and grips the base tightly. He lets his eyes drift up to your face to find that you had been watching him already.

“Do your fingers feel good, baby? Because, fuck they look good stretching out your tight pussy like that.” he says to you as his eyes jump between your face and fingers. “God, I can hear how wet you are.”

Jimin’s dirty words hit you hard as you clench around your fingers and choke on a moan, your eyes shutting in pleasure.

“Goddamn, you’ll make me come in my jeans if you keep going like this.” Jimin laughs, running a slightly shaky hand through his hair.

Seeing Jimin so fucked out starts to make you feel a bit powerful, which prompts your next move.

You look down at your own fingers, provoking Jimin to do the same.

Once his eyes are on your hands you slowly pull your fingers out of yourself, involuntarily clenching as you pull out. You bring your fingers up in between yours and Jimin’s faces before spreading your fingers to show how the wetness strings between your fingers.

You can see Jimin is dazed by your boldness, and you take advantage of his speechlessness by popping your fingers into your mouth to taste yourself.

Jimin moans at the sight of you licking your juices from your own fingers. “You’re going to kill me.” he breathes out.

You giggle at his state before scooting yourself back to the head of the bed, propping your back up so you could keep your focus on Jimin. As you sit back you pull off your underwear, now completely naked and on display.

You let your wet fingers travel back down to your center before rubbing circles into your clit. With your other hand you pick up the vibrator you had left on the side of the bed.

Jimin watches you closely as you bring the toy down to your now naked center.

When the vibrator makes contact with your clit your hips jump slightly, and a high groan leaves your throat. You had turned up the strength on the toy and the sensation felt very intense.

“You sound so good, baby. So fucking needy.” Jimin praises from the end of the bed. “Why don’t you grind your needy clit into that toy. I want to hear you moan.”

  “Jimin”, you whine pushing your hips up into the air to grind your clit harder into the toy. Jimin’s breath hitches slightly as he ghosts his hand over his clothed erection. His brows furrow as he watches you writhe in front of him on the bed, and you can see his restraints start to fall the more you play with yourself.

You lock eyes with Jimin while your hips grind into the vibrator and allow yourself to let out a breathy moan. Jimin’s hips practically jerk up into his hand in response.

“Ah, fuck. You look so amazing like this”, he groans. Jimin begins to palm himself through his jeans while he watches you.

“I want to see you fuck yourself with your toy, baby. Show me how you do it when you’re all alone and thinking of me.”

Your eyes roll back in response to this. You had never thought putting yourself on display like this would have been so exciting, but the way your body reacted to Jimin’s encouragement shows otherwise.

You run the vibe up the length of your slit to gather some of your wetness as lubricant before pushing the tip of the toy into yourself. With eyes closed you imagine Jimin pushing into you rather than the toy as you would if you were alone, and the stretch instantly fills your body with pleasure.

“Ah, fuck Jimin,” you sigh as you slowly push the toy further into you, allowing your body time to adjust. You lift your hips slightly off the bed to give Jimin a better show, and once you feel comfortable you begin to pump the toy slowly in and out of yourself.

You were wetter than you thought you’d be, and the way the vibrator presses up against your g-spot already had you almost panting.

You use your free hand to begin running lazy circles against your clit while imagining it was Jimin’s hand doing the work. Your body writhes in the sheets, hips pressing up to meet the toy while you imagine Jimin’s hard cock pumping into you. You knew you probably looked desperate, but it had been so long since you had gotten this amount of pleasure, and you knew it was due to the added thrill of Jimin being present.

A strained groan causes you to open your eyes and pull your focus away from your imagination to look at the completely fucked-out real life Jimin seated in the armchair at the foot of the bed.

He had sunken deeper into the chair, one hand in his hair pushing loose strands out of his face, and the other slowly palming the now painful looking bulge in his pants. It was almost tormenting having Jimin physically in the same room as you, but not touching you.

You wanted to feel him so badly, or even just see him, but he had yet to take off even a single item of clothing. Your core ached for more, and you could see that Jimin’s resolve was practically in shambles. He just needed a bit more of a push.

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about, baby?” You almost purred the words at Jimin. His fogged eyes moved from your sex, up your body, finally settling on your face before he nodded.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, baby girl.”

You hummed in pleasure before continuing.

“I’m imagining your cock fucking into me. It’s been such a long time and I bet I’d feel so tight for you, don’t you think so?”

Jimin tightened his hand around his shaft in response, his eyes hazy as he watched you push your vibrator in and out of yourself.

“It’s been so long, baby,” you continue “and I missed your cock so much. Will you show it to me so I can imagine how it would feel inside of me?”

You push your hips up to give Jimin a good view of you working yourself. All the while you watch him with glazed hooded eyes.

“Please baby, I need it so much.”

“Fuck,” Jimin stutters. “You want to see my cock, baby girl? You’ve been so good for me. You want to see it so you can imagine how it would feel?”

“Yes, Jimin. Please” you moan as you rock your hips into your toy.

Jimin stands up from his chair to walk over to the side of the bed. One hand grips his length from outside his jeans, and it isn’t lost on him that you can’t take your eyes off of his bulge.

He walks to the side of the bed, standing over you as you continue to grind yourself onto the vibrator. Hazy and fucked out, you turn your head and lift it off the bed so you can press a kiss to the base of Jimin’s hard length through his jeans.

You feel his cock twitch against your lips. Not wanting to wait anymore you let your hands leave the toy so you can reach up and undo Jimin’s belt, but Jimin softly slaps your hands away.

“If you want to see my cock than you have to be a good girl. Don’t stop touching yourself.” Jimin chastises.

You whine slightly in response, but bring your hands back to the toy.

Jimin seems satisfied with your obedience, and he soon obliges to your wishes. His hands travel up his belt buckle, swiftly undoing the clasp and sliding the leather strap away from his jeans.

You watch as his veined hands undo the button and zipper of his jeans, licking your lips in anticipation.

When Jimin slides down his jeans and underwear he only does so enough that his hard cock can spring free, slapping against his stomach before he takes a hold of his length in one hand.

Having Jimin almost entirely clothed while you were laid out fully naked and on display for him makes you feel vulnerable in a way that you had never felt. Your nerves buzz with anticipation as he stands over you.

An overwhelming desire to taste him prompts you to turn your head again to deliver a wet kiss at the base of Jimin’s cock. He sighs as you continue to let your lips and tongue lave over the underside of his shaft.

Having been on edge for too long, Jimin can’t resist lowering the tip of his cock to your lips, which you eagerly welcome into your mouth. You circle your tongue teasingly around the tip before sucking harshly, making Jimin keel forward and thrust down into your mouth.

You choke slightly when Jimin’s cock hits the back of your throat, but are able to keep your head bobbing down on his length.

You bring the hand that had been controlling the vibrator up to press against Jimin’s hip to control his movements better.

Jimin, noticing that you were lacking one of your hands, decides to help you with your toy.

He shocks you when he reaches down and takes a hold of the toy that you had been holding in place and begins to pump it into you.

“Ah..ah, fuck Jimin.” you pull off of him to say. He fucks you with the toy faster than you had been doing previously, and the pleasure makes your head spin.

“You can take it, baby.” he assures you. “Keep playing with your clit. I want to make you come like this.”

You nod, eyes scrunched closed in pleasure. As you reach back down with your one hand to find your clit, you use your other hand to guide Jimin’s length back to your mouth.

Jimin’s eagerness was apparent as he rocks himself into your mouth deeply as he continues to fuck you with your toy.

The pressure of your climax starts to build up in your core. Your fingers and the added pleasure of the vibrator pressing into your g-spot rapidly bringing you to your end.

You were losing yourself in the chase for pleasure as you lift your hips to meet with Jimin’s hand fucking the toy into you. You moan desperately around Jimin’s length as your climax bubbles to the surface.

“Fuck, y/n you’re so perfect. Are you going to come for me?” Jimin asks, watching the way your body shakes with pleasure.

You hum in confirmation around Jimin’s length before pulling off as your orgasm hits. Your voice raspy once you are able to choke out your moans.

“Fuck, Jimin. Please, please don’t stop.”

You clench hard around the toy, it’s vibrations against your walls propelling your orgasm. You grind your clit against your fingers as you begin contracting around the toy. Your whines turn high as the vibrations from the toy extend your orgasm past what you are accustomed to.

You feel another sensation build as Jimin presses the vibrator deep into you, and you instinctively grab Jimin’s wrist to pull the toy out of you.

As the toy slips out of you, you feel a stream of liquid coat the inside of your thighs and the sheets under you. Each contraction from your orgasm results in another gush of liquid, but in your heightened state of pleasure you can’t even bother to try and stop it.

Your eyes open slowly as the sensation of your contractions start to calm down. Your breathing is labored, and you realize you still are gripping onto Jimin’s wrist.

Your eyes drift down to the large wet spot between your shaking legs before your hands quickly come up to your face in embarrassment, dropping Jimin’s wrist in the process.

“Holy shit, that’s never happened before.” you confess to the palms of your hands. “Well not that much, and not with anyone, I’m so…”

Your rambling is cut short when Jimin ducks his head down to kiss you, hard.

In contrast with your embarrassment Jimin must have been turned on by you squirting as he wastes no time pushing your back flat onto the bed as he climbs over you. He only breaks the kiss when he is settled in between your legs, holding his cock by the base with one hand.

“Fuck, that was so incredibly hot. Why didn’t you ever tell me you could squirt?” Jimin says, practically vibrating on top of you.

“Please, I need to fuck you so badly y/n. Can you take it? I’ll start slow for you, baby. I just need to feel you.”

“Yes. Please, Jimin. I can take it.” you assure Jimin before taking a hold of his shaft and running the tip of his cock along your soaked slit. The sensation causes Jimin’s hips to jump forward, forcing the head of his cock into you.

“Shit.” Jimin curses as he pushes deeper into you. “How are you this fucking tight?” Jimin’s eyes scrunch up in pleasure before his head drops into the crook of your shoulder.

Jimin’s cock was a similar length to your vibrator, but considerably thicker. The stretch of him causes pleasure to shoot up through your body, and you clench hard around him in response.

“Ah, y/n, don’t do that. You’ll make me come.”

“Sorry, sorry.” you breath in deep to calm yourself, but it is short lived as Jimin picks that moment to pull out almost completely before rocking his length back into you. The pleasure hits you so deep that you think you might come again just from his thrust alone.

“Goddamn, Jimin. Your cock fills me up so well.” You moan, trying not to clench around him.

“Yeah? My cock is making you feel good, baby girl?”

You always knew that praise fueled Jimin. He loved getting compliments, especially during sex.

“Fuck, so good, Jimin. I think I can come again.” you admit.

“Ah, good. I want to feel your tight little pussy come on my cock.” Jimin growls out as he slams his hips into you.

You moan deeply as you feel your core tighten. Jimin was usually more bashful with his dirty talk, but it seems like tonight he can’t hold back from letting his thoughts spill from his mouth.

Jimin’s hips roll into you fluidly, repeatedly pressing against your g-spot. Soon your walls start their tell-tale contractions.

“You close baby?” Jimin questions, reaching a hand down down to your collarbone and squeezing slightly around the base of your neck.

“Yes, fuck, yes I’m so close.” you say breathlessly.

“Then I want you to touch yourself.” Jimin commands.

The tone of his voice makes you follow his directions without question. Your hand immediately finds its way to your clit.

It’s still sensitive from your first orgasm, and touching it causes you to whine and clench around Jimin.

Determined to please him, you attempt again to press your fingers against your clit. As you continue the pain eventually turns back into pleasure.

“Come on, baby. Can you come for me? I can feel how tight you’re getting.” Jimin urges, rolling his hips up against you.

“Jimin. Jimin, I’m going to come.” you mindlessly chant.

“That’s it baby, soak my cock. I want to see your cum dripping off of me.”

Fuck, that’s all it took for you to tip over the edge. You feel your thighs grip around Jimin’s waist as your walls clench around his cock.

He fucks into you a few more times before pulling out to rub the head of his cock over your clit. As you continue to contract, you feel the liquid start to sprinkle onto your thighs. You can’t stop the moans that are spilling from your mouth, this orgasm being even longer than your first.

“Fuck, fuck.” you hear Jimin chant at he continues to rub the head of his cock over your soaked clit. You lift your head to watch just in time to see his hot cum fall onto your clit and mound, mixing with your own wetness.

You both are panting, trying to catch your breath.

You feel exhaustion start to weigh on you the longer you sit back on the bed.

“Jimin.” you slightly plead.

“Yes, little minx?” he retorts, and you scoff.

“Well not that I’m entirely opposed to being covered in cum, but I’m pretty immobile right now.” you state, as you lie flat on your back trying not to make a mess.

“Ah, right.”

Jimin promptly gets up to go into the bathroom. When he returns a moment later he dawns a warm washcloth. He slowly wipes down your lower half with the washcloth before wiping himself off.

“Damn, maybe you should leave more often if that’s what the homecoming sex will be like.” you say lazily, face turned into the side of the bed.

Jimin responds by whipping at your butt with the corner of the washcloth.

“Ow! Wait stop, I was kidding!” You jump up from your bed holding your buttcheeks in defense.

As Jimin winds up the washcloth for another attack, you swiftly grab a pillow from your bed and throw it at him.

Laughing lightly, he smacks the pillow away only to see that you have grabbed the vibrator off the bed and are wielding it as a mock sword.

He laughs again as his head tilts to the side. “What are you going to do with that, peg me?”

“As if. You’d probably enjoy that.” Jimin snorts at that. “I figure the circumference of this is about the same as a human’s windpipe.” you threaten.

Distracted by eyeing the toys size, Jimin swoops behind you to lock you in a back hug, trapping your arms against your chest.

His hands sneak under your armpits so that he can tickle you. You try your best to throw him off, but end up dropping the vibrator to the floor in a fit of laughter.

“Damn, I’ve been disarmed!” you exclaim.

Jimin snorts at your antics.

“Come on, killer. Let’s hit the showers.” He says as he waddles with you towards the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah fine. You smell like airplane anyway.” you say as you lean your head back onto his shoulder.

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Red Queen Fan Fiction - Growing Up

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This is set in the same universe as the Fade Modern AU, to be found here:

A New Place

Growing Up

The Dinner

Roman Holiday

The Wedding

A/N: This is actually a prequel

Find this on wattpad and on AO3

Mare POV

I wake up with a gasp. I squint at the sunlight, quickly occupied with making sure that I’m home and that I’m alone. The relief about this is embarrassing, meaning I’ve believed I really could’ve done something very stupid last night, like going home with my date, or bringing him here. It would’ve been easy, since I’m the only one at home for the next nine days while my parents and Gisa are on vacation in Mexico, my brothers having already moved out. And here I am, staying behind in the void between graduation, college and all that’ll come after, to decide what I’ll do with my life. But instead of finding myself, I hug my pillow at 1 pm, confused over boy issues.

I still feel his warm hands on my waist, his lips on my neck and mouth. He tasted of the fruity cocktails we had. No point to deny it, a look in the mirror assures me he’s left his mark on me. Oh great, as if I don’t look wasted enough. My hair, with its ends recently dyed purple, is a shaggy mess and my make-up’s all-over the place. From the bathroom, I glance over my shoulder, as if Cal would magically appear after all. But no. Despite how it seems, despite the hangover lingering in my stomach, head, and muscles, I did say no to him. The memories are coming back. It came very close to it, because if I’m honest, I have considered spending the night of our fifth date with him, especially during the event. If only he’d never told me about that.

In the end, I decide for a run to chase off last night. Funny that I literally try to run away from my problems and decisions to make, but I guess physical activity is better than playing around with my phone. I don’t fool myself with pretending I’d look up colleges or jobs again, because I know I won’t. I mean, I’m sure I want to spend this year with work and travel, even if it’s another kind of procrastination. But I know I’m not ready, and this is the best chance to live on the road and see the world, as I’ve always dreamed of. Then I’ll have enough time and freedom to figure out if I want to study electric engineering (“that’ll mean a lot of extra learning, Ms. Barrow, do you have the stamina for that?”), politics (“not many career options there”), or something “reasonable” and wholly boring like economics.

I won’t feel bad for choosing freedom when the savings of my family, myself and my scholarship allow me to take a gap year – maybe I’ll even earn some extra money during the time. But that isn’t the reason, that is –

I curse. Just when I’m at the door, I realize I don’t have the key. Great, that’s the reason. I’m not even responsible enough to think of locking and unlocking the flat myself, as I’m still used to someone else being at home. It’s strange to be alone here, although loneliness hasn’t kicked in yet. I have my friends, even Cal, and for now, having the place to myself has been fun. But I gulp at imagining several months without my family. My lovely, chaotic family who always –

The bell rings, just when I’ve grabbed the key. I sigh, rushing to the door. Who I meet isn’t some post guy or neighbour, but my brother Shade, with his baby daughter in his arms. Their sight alone lifts my mood immediately.

“Hi,” he greets me. “Is everyone here?”

I grin. “You got the week wrong. They went on vacation three days ago.” I stand akimbo. “There’s only me.”

“Oh.” He flushes and curses silently. How controlled he is, since although the baby’s only a few months old, he doesn’t curse in front of her. “Well, I’d hug you, but I don’t have a hand free.” He winks at me.

“I’ve missed you too,” I say, a little sarcastically. “Wanna come in?”

“I see you’ve been almost out anyway, and what’s the point if there’s no one else? Let’s have a walk, Clara will like it too,” he says and even baby Clara smiles back at him.

He hugs me once we’re on the corridor and he’s put Clara back in her basket. It’s irksome, but I still have to go on my toes to reach his neck and he laughs at it, which quickly turns into a yawn. While I’m at it, I use the chance to rub his head. “Tired dad, hmm?” I tease.

“You’ve no idea,” he murmurs and sighs, then picks up Clara and walks ahead out of the building. “Could be worse,” he admits. “She only wakes like three times a night, and Diana’s already decided to adapt to her sleeping rhythm. Which means my girls sleep basically all day.”

His girls. There’s always this spark in his eyes when he talks about his girlfriend Diana, or now of their daughter, and I can’t not be envious of his easy and beautiful and perfect relationship. “Where’s Diana now?” I ask.

“Ill, down with a summer cold. I thought I give her some time to rest where she won’t fuss over Clara instead of herself, and go visit the family.” He tries to smile but actually, he looks regretful. Like he missed the chance to fuss and worry over a sick Diana. I assume he sees something in that, that Diana, who’s a very austere person at first glance, opens up to him the most. And because she makes the same eyes at Shade as he does at her.

Yet, despite the apparent stress and worries, he looks so happy, on top of it all. He has a cool girlfriend, lives with her in their own flat, has a job, attends college and now has a baby to take care of as well. All of him screams “responsible adult” at me and tells me how I lack, how I fall flat in comparison. I wish I could be like him, so determined, without doubts.

But I also miss the not-so-long-ago days of our childhood and our pranks and parties and fun together with Kilorn. Kilorn had the ideas, Shade planned, and I executed them. Now, I think we’re still the same people deep down, but Shade managed to move on and grow up while I’m stuck.

“Mare?” His face is a question mark, he must’ve talked to me before.

“Oops, I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head to hide the flush. “What did you say?”

He squints at the sunlight as he looks down the road. “Would you like some ice-cream?” he asks.

“Sure.”

“Good. Is the shop still on Yew Street around the corner?”

“Yes – “

“Cool, will you hold Clara for a second?”

“Umm, what?!” I gasp. “And you didn’t ask what I’d like.”

He winks at me. “Trust me. I think I can still guess your favourites.” And thus, he shoves the basket into my arms and dashes off.

Trust me, huh? I move us to a bench close-by. A slightly bigger thing to trust me with his child. Fortunately, she’s asleep. Please God, let her stay that way. It’s difficult enough to wield the big basket in my short arms, I couldn’t deal with a wailing babe as well. A really cute babe though. So tiny – compared to anyone else at least. Shade said something about her being a big baby once, but looking at her small fingers and features makes me almost forget how terrible I am with children. Almost.

Her eyelids flutter. Damn –

“Already done, Mare!” I hear Shade call, extending his hand with the ice cone.

“Thank you so much!” I exclaim with relief. He’s bought me mango and cherry, truly what I would’ve ordered for myself. Although I’m hungrier than that, with a very empty stomach that two balls of ice cream will hardly fill. Suddenly I’m glad he didn’t notice that. I’d feel bad if he bought me something larger, and idiot me didn’t bring money with me either. Shit. I know he has to be frugal with money, yet I let him invite me. Better I offer him dinner later on, if I manage to prepare something halfway delicious.

Shade’s attention is back on the baby. She has woken up, but instead of crying, she smiles at her father rubbing her belly and grabs for his fingers. It’s lovely. But I also see the rings under his eyes, or how my skin has gotten much darker from time in the sun than his. Shade doesn’t have time to spare with hanging out in the sun, I remember. Maybe this is the first free time outside he’s had in weeks, and he chose to spend it with me. Let’s make it worth it.

I start to talk about my graduation, Kilorn, Gisa, and the stuff our parents were up to lately. He laughs frequently, but glances back at Clara every few seconds, his hand always close to her body.

“Now, what about last night?” he asks out of a sudden, almost jokingly.  Like he’s unaware what a delicate topic this is, not even guessing it when I stare at him with an open mouth because I don’t know how to begin.

“It was fun yesterday,” I say. “I went out, with Cal. We’ve been on dates for a few weeks now, and … and …” Shade nods in understanding, but he has no idea. Not about how good it felt to have this boy smiling at me like I was the most desirable person in the world, how a touch of his chased away all my insecurities – for a moment at least – and lit me up with confidence, only to let these feelings extinguish and crush with his off-hand revelation that then filled me with bitter guilt.

My cheeks heat, my eyes water. No. I don’t want to remember, but –

Suddenly, I’m in Shade’s arms, listening to his sorrys. He even has a hanky ready for me. “Shh,” he mutters, “shh, Clara, everything’s alright –”

I jerk away. “Did you just call me ‘Clara’?!”

He goes red as a cherry. “Umm … did I? Sorry Mare, I must be used to it already, hehe.”

I cackle, or try to, because it hurts with my tearstained face. The drops won’t stop rolling and I hold on to the new hanky Shade produces. He continues to hold my hand while Clara, in her basket, looks up to me from the ground.

“Cal is …” I begin, “I mean, yesterday, he told me about his own plans. He starts college soon, and now he’s found out his half-brother will study at the same one. They’ll have a family dinner soon, a premier for them. That all sounded odd, of course, but I didn’t prod openly. So I wondered whether he and his brother have the same age, and then he looked embarrassed and nodded. ‘It’s a long and complicated story, Mare,’ he said. ‘Nothing to be proud of.’ And I thought, ‘oh saucy details, cool that he trusts me with them’, ignorant fool that I was.” I sniff. “He explained that his mom was his father’s paramour, and when she got pregnant with Cal, his father divorced his first wife. Months later, the ex-wife sent a letter with a photo of their newborn son and called her ex out terribly, but then she wouldn’t let her child meet his father or brother.

“Over the years, the relationship improved little and they got actually very worried about … ‘Maven’, since his mother didn’t seem like the best of people. And that,” I stress, “was the moment I went from curious to shocked.”

“You mean,” Shade guesses, „Maven as in your ex-boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Exactly him. And Maven even told me about his horrible mother, the father he never sees, and the half-brother he doesn’t know!” I bury my face in my hands and hanky to mute my sobs.

Maven, my first crush and boyfriend, with who I shared our first kiss and first sex. During the last year of middle school and the whole of high school, he meant the world to me. He understood all of me, the doubt and the dreams, the dark days and the light, and I hoped to be the same to him. Yet, in the last months, there grew a distance between us. He became extremely ambitious, almost obsessed about getting into a certain college. He was much less open to me, even when I would’ve needed support to find my way, too, or to decide whether a gap year was the right choice. I knew he had problems with anxiety, more severe than the melancholy lingering in me, but never before did that separate us. I didn’t want to leave him because it was too hard to deal with him, but in the end, three months ago, I decided to make a clean cut before my travels and his studies put also a physical distance between us.

“I felt bad about it, about breaking his heart, immediately. And now, imagining he learns I dated and made out with his estranged half-brother?” My voice goes up with a wail, and Shade pulls me closer again.

“It’s okay, Mare, you’ll see,” he whispers. “Don’t ... feel guilty. You aren’t, well, indebted to care for him.”

“But – “

“Nor do you have to erase him from your life. Maybe offer him another goodbye, like invite to your farewell party?” he proposes.

I snort. “As long as Cal doesn’t show up there too.”

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Well, how they reunite and maybe become a family isn’t your problem to solve either. Look, you could also chat with, ah, both of them while you’re away? Perhaps it’ll work out with a little distance.”

I nod, knowing how reasonable his ideas are. And possibly he’s right, and all will work out. But knowledge won’t heal my heart, not Maven’s. Nor will it make an apology to Cal.

“I really like him, you know. Cal, I mean.” I sigh. “Of course, I’m aware it can’t last while I’m abroad. And that was okay, because he started as a mere distraction. But now …” I shrug. “Sometimes, I think it’d be nice if he came with me. Or if we met every now and then, if possible. He has the money for it.”

Shade snorts.

“Yes, you can get annoyed about that,” I admit.

“That’s not what I mean,” he objects.

“Oh?”

“No, I wondered if he’s aware what it’ll mean for you to travel alone.”

I straighten. “Don’t.”

“Mare – “

“No, Shade, I’m not a baby,” I insist. “I want this, and I always did. I might be irresponsible, reckless, and up in the clouds at times, but I’m not a naïve fool. I know what I’m getting into, that it may be dangerous, or that I’ll have to sleep under a bridge for a night, or wear my clothes for a whole week. But that’s the challenge of freedom, and I’m excited for it.” And despite my former tears and the hangover, I smile. “I’ll be on my own, and I’ll miss you, but the prospect fills me with confidence.”

He sighs and embraces me. “Sorry, I totally understand that,” he says. “It may sound a little odd, but Clara felt like a challenge too, before she was born. Diana wanted her so much, but she was insecure too. And we had to encourage each other all the time, assuring us we’d make it.” He sighs deeply.

“I think you’re doing great,” I say.

He smiles weakly. “Thanks. But once she was born? Everything changed. She was laid in my arms, Dee couldn’t stop crying, and I thought, ‘damn, you can’t fuck this up.’ Now we had all the responsibility for this little person, to raise her and make her happy, and it was just … too great.” He swallows and looks down at his child. “Great as in good, but also …” He hesitates.

“I know.” I nod. As in heavy, huge, incomprehensible.

He inclines his head. After a while, he adds, “so, besides all that, I need to keep her safe, and myself and Dee too. I can’t just do what I want, I have to think of her first. I can’t be on my own any longer.

“But that doesn’t mean what you’re doing is irresponsible in any way, Mare. You’ll look after yourself. You may f… make mistakes or not, but you’ll learn a lot anyway, and not before you’ve done it. You have to dare it first, as we had to dare to have Clara.”

I smile. “I knew you’d phrase it better than me.”

“I major in philosophy.” He grins and gives me a shove. “We have new priorities now, and live away from each other, but I’ll always be your brother.”

“My favourite one,” I say and hug him.

A/N: Sorry this rather alludes to Marecal than being about them. i hope I didn’t wake false expectations and enjoed anyway ^^°

Thanks to @clarafarleybarrow @moikorolrezni and @inopinion for advice!

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Chapter 8: The Long, Looping Scrawl

TUSK LOVE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO Today 9:08AM

Lavender Thunder: soooooooo good news and bad news Lavender Thunder: the GOOD news is that gustav isn’t arrested and the cops have cooled off and nobody else is dead Seaman: that is pretty good news Lavender Thunder: yeah well Lavender Thunder: the bad news is that kylre isn’t going to be around anymore Lavender Thunder: and that I think we might need to find some new jobs Lavender Thunder: the Moondrop is gonna be out of commission for like Lavender Thunder: kind of a while

•

Jester, from where she stood next to the couch with her hands over Fjord’s ribs, watched Molly make his way through the front door and into the living room. “What does ‘a while’ mean?” she asked as he approached. “Like…how long is that, exactly?”

Molly collapsed onto the sofa opposite them and shrugged. “My best guess? Probably over half a year,” he said glumly. “It’s mostly to raise funding. Gustav says that he’s got to pay off a heavy fine to the city for all the endangerment his ‘employee’ caused before he’s even allowed to start rebuilding, and then there’s the cost of repairs and the cost of new furniture and the cost of new equipment. Not to mention how long it’ll take to actually fix everything. You should keep an eye out too, Fjord,” he added with a nod to the half-orc, “word on the street is that Fletch will also be closed in the meantime. Gustav or Desmond will probably send out some kind of notice later on today.”

Fjord sighed. “Yeah, I figured something like that might happen.”

“What are you going to do in the meantime, then?” Jester asked. “And what’s everybody else doing?”

“I’m not sure about myself yet,” Molly shrugged. “I know Gustav and Desmond are going to stick around and oversee reconstruction. Everyone else is taking time off to travel and visit family. The Sisters are going back to Felderwin for a bit, and Bosun says he’s going to go backpacking through the countryside. Yasha also took off to do…whatever it is she always does. And Ornna’s taking care of Toya now, though I’m not entirely sure what that entails.”

“I take it that Kylre’s out of the picture, then?” Fjord asked.

“Yeah, what exactly happened to him, anyways?” Jester asked. “You need should be less vague over text.”

Molly’s expression immediately went dark. “It’s…not great, dear. Kylre…well, after the authorities determined that he was a fiend, they elected to…to…”

Fjord sat up as best as he could. “What, Molly? What did they do?”

Molly’s shoulders sagged. “They took him to the Zauber Spire,” he said. “They’re banishing him to the Nine Hells.”

“What?!” Jester shouted. “What do you mean, banishing?”

“I mean that they’re going to send him there for good,” Molly mumbled. “According to what Gustav told us, the police decided that because he’s a fiend, he should be sent back to where ‘his kind’ reside. Whatever the fuck that means.”

Fjord reached out a hand as if to comfort him, and then thought better of it.

“Fuck, Mol,” he said instead. “I’m…I’m sorry."

Mollymauk shrugged listlessly. “It’s no fault of yours,” he said. “It was just…shitty. Complete horseshite.”

They sat there in silence for a few more moments. The distant sound of cars honking drifted up from the streets and through the window.

“Well…” Jester tried eventually, “…at least everybody else is okay?”

Molly snorted. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, at least there’s that. I guess…I don’t know, I guess in a weird way, life will go on. Just without one of the troupe now, and with a lot of dumb financial problems.”

“Fuck…yeah,” Fjord sighed. “This means I gotta find a new place to work. For the time being, anyhow.”

Jester’s eyes went wide. “Oh, shit!” she said. “Does that…does that still mean we can move in? Or are we going to have to wait a bit, now? I mean,” she added hastily, “it’s okay if we do, totally cool—”

Fjord reached for her hand, and she relaxed.

“It’ll be fine,” he said gently. “As soon as my damn ribs get better, I’ll ask around and see what’s available. Maybe there’ll be something I can pick up at the Leaky Tap, or somethin’, and we can go from there. But…Molly, will you be alright?”

Molly hesitated. He thought for a moment about his bank account, and then considered how tired he was.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “Maybe?”

Jester, despite the mood, giggled. “That doesn’t sound very responsible of you,” she said.

He gave her a half-smile. “We managed to negotiate the rent down for this year, and I’ve got plenty saved up. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually spend that much money.”

“It’s true,” Fjord agreed. “He eats at the Moondrop all the time and gets people to buy him stuff that he sells.”

Molly grinned. “I’m a financial wizard,” he nodded. Then he paused, and added, “but maybe I should look into finding a roommate. If you two decide to go ahead with the apartment plan, that is.”

“We’ll see,” they both said at the same time.

“Alright, you two, alright,” Molly laughed. “Keep me posted. I’m gonna need time if I’m gonna scout someone out that snores less than Fjord. Honestly, I don’t envy you, Jester.”

She started giggling again. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll make Caleb find me a silence spell that I can cast on him every night.”

“Hey!” Fjord protested, and then winced. He settled for sinking back down onto the cushions and pouting. “It’s not that bad, is it?”

“It’s really bad,” said Molly. “It’s literally the loudest sound in the entire world.”

•

“That can’t be enough,” Nott commented as she peered over Caleb’s shoulder. “Look at how much water there is! That little cup is nothing.”

“It’s the right amount,” Caleb sighed and turned around to face her. “Believe me, I have done this hundreds of times before.”

“How come?” she asked. “Did you go camping a lot as a kid?”

They were both kneeling in the bathroom, positioned on the tiled floor next to the edge of a very full bathtub. Caleb had begrudgingly dipped into the month’s budgeted water usage, telling himself that he’d take less showers, and after heating the bath with a few magic spells, they were both currently blanketed by a thick layer of steam.

That smelled, rather strongly, of vinegar.

“Not exactly campfires,” Caleb said lightly, “but I suppose that works. Anyways, this is the best way to remove ashy smells from our clothing. I feel terrible, ruining them like this in battle. Especially since your dress was brand new, Nott.”

The little goblin shrugged. “It’s fine,” she said, “I don’t really think they’re ruined.”

“I am sure that you do not, though others may have differing opinions.”

“They always do,” she said solemnly. “I always ignore them.”

They finished hanging up their fancy attire on the neck of the showerhead, then left the bathroom and shut the door tightly behind them. Caleb moved towards his bed, flopped down and buried his face into the pillow. He felt a light weight sink into the mattress near the space by his foot, and he shifted slightly to give Nott more room.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Bitte. Gods, I am exhausted.”

“Me too,” she said. “I don’t even feel like doing anything today.”

“What a night that was, eh?” he asked, muffled but with a mild chuckle. “Certainly more than what I was expecting.”

“I don’t think anyone could have predicted a giant toad monster would turn a guy into a zombie and then fight us in an abandoned warehouse,” said Nott.

There was a beat of silence.

“Ja okay,” he said. “Point taken.”

There was a longer silence after that, in which Nott sprawled upside-down off the edge of the bed and closed her eyes. Caleb shoved his face further into the pillow, and tried to think of a happy place. Or at least, a sleep-inducing one.

Then:

“Those were some pretty good pancakes, though.”

Caleb turned his head. “What?” he asked.

“Those pancakes,” Nott repeated. “That Molly made us. Those were really good.”

He blinked. “Er…yes,” he agreed hesitantly. “They were rather nice, yes.”

“And it was really nice of him to let us use his bathroom,” she said. “And it was nice that he gave us clothes, and blankets, and made us tea. Even if it was creepy tea.”

Caleb nodded slowly. “Yes?” he said. “That is…true. Er…is there something you have to say about all that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “There is. Last night was just…really nice. I liked it.”

“Despite the death and monster and fighting?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

She nodded. “Yeah. To be honest, I don’t think that stuff really matter too much.”

“Was? Why is that?”

Nott smiled. “Because we have friends now,” she said. “A lot of them.”

Caleb rolled over onto his back and stared up at the chipped ceiling. He considered this.

“Ja…I suppose we do.”

Nott’s smile widened. “I like them,” she said. “It was fun before, with just the girls, but after everything we all went through together, it sort of feels like…I guess it sort of feels like this whole group is a family.”

Caleb felt something flicker in his chest. He tamped it down immediately.

“I see,” he said eventually.

Nott giggled. “It’s okay if you don’t want to agree with me. I know the truth, anyhow.”

“Do you? What is that?” he asked, almost dreading the answer.

Nott closed her eyes again. “You like them too,” she said.

For a long, long while, Caleb thought of something to say.

And then, when nothing came, he closed his eyes as well and eventually fell back asleep.

•

“Beauregard!” Jester shouted, bursting into their apartment, “are you awake?! I am home! And ready to…”

She trailed off and looked around the empty kitchen. The lights were off, and the windows drawn shut, leaving only thin trails of light creeping in around the curtains. She dropped her purse, and the plastic bag that held her dress onto the floor, and took a few steps forward.

“Beau?” she called, quieter this time. “…Beau…? Are you there?”

Almost immediately, something began to stir at the back of her mind. Something heavy, and unbidden, and unnerving, and old. She felt her hand unconsciously reach into her pocket, and clutch a small metal object on a thick leather cord. She traced her fingers along its smooth surface, and relaxed slightly as a familiar warmth washed over her.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax further, and had just recovered her signature cheery smile when her eyes caught a single piece of paper lying on the kitchen table.

She ran towards it quicker than she probably would have liked. She immediately began to read the long, looping scrawl across its surface.

Jes—

I went to take care of some shit. I’ll be back tonight, but I’m not sure if I’ll be ready to talk to you about it ‘til later. I trust you more than any of these other assholes we call friends, so please don’t be upset if I don’t say shit when I return, alright? And please, please don’t ask any questions. I promise that the second I’m ready, I’ll tell you everything.

See you later,

Drunkmonk

She stared at the frustratingly short letter for a few more seconds. She flipped it around, saw nothing, then flipped it back over.

“Beau will be back tonight,” she whispered. She took another deep breath, and nodded. She carefully folded the page and slid it into her pocket.

“Did you hear that, Traveler?” she asked the air in front of her. “Beau is fine! She’s just running errands. And, and she said that she trusts me! Isn’t that cool?”

Jester was still, and silent for a moment. Her ears twitched as if listening to a far-off song.

“I agree,” she said eventually. “Also, thanks for helping out earlier with Fjord! I’m really glad he’s okay. And I’m really glad you were there for us.”

Another pause. Another strange, silent hum.

And then she laughed and nodded brightly. “That’s a great idea! Come on, I think I remember where I put it. We were on chapter nine, right?”

And then she skipped into her bedroom, leaving the door wide open behind her.

•

TUSK LOVE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO Today 6:19PM

Seaman: good news yall! Seaman: Wessick says that the Tap’s looking for an evening bartender, and he says ive got the job! Seaman: which ALSO means yall get a friends and family discount for karaoke Seaman: probably Lavender Thunder: HECK YEAH Lavender Thunder: THAT’S AWESOME FJORD Lavender Thunder: why didnt you tell me that to my face though we live in the same house Seaman: i wanted to spread the happy news all at once Molly Seaman: also I still cant move and you went into your bedroom Seaman: sue me (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: that’s AWESOME (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: FJORD IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU Seaman: thank you Jester NottSoBrave: fjord you need to respond more energetically than that NottSoBrave: you shouldnt leave a lady wanting NottSoBrave: otherwise someone could snatch her up Lavender Thunder: oh and what do you know about women? NottSoBrave: i happen to BE a WOMEN NottSoBrave: woman NottSoBrave: whatever NottSoBrave: oh also Caleb says congratulations Seaman: thank you Caleb Seaman: and thanks for the relationship advice, i think? Seaman: don’t mention it Seaman: hey beau and yasha, what’re you going to do? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: beaus busy right now (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: but im sure she’ll answer later! Lavender Thunder: ditto for yasha Lavender Thunder: that’s just how she do NottSoBrave: how mysterious NottSoBrave: why are they gone? NottSoBrave: is yasha a spy? is Beau a spy Lavender Thunder: yes Lavender Thunder: theyre spies

Nott looked up from her phone screen, stared at Frumpkin dead in his clear blue eyes.

“Hear that?” she said. “I knew it.”

“Spatz!” Caleb called from the kitchen. “Come on, your noodles are getting cold!”

“Coming!” she yelled back. She gave Frumpkin one last solemn nod, then tossed her cell onto the covers and scuttled out of the bedroom.

•

Beau arrived home that night well after sunset. She shut the front door behind her as quietly as she could, but frowned and looked around suspiciously when she noticed that all the lights were still on. Then she saw the living room couch, and her gaze softened.

Jester was laid out on the cushions, fully dressed and fast asleep. There was a tray on the coffee table in front of her, piled high with pastries and sporting a now-chilly cup of hot chocolate. A note next to the tray read:

For Beau!

She sighed. “You little weirdo,” she said, “you didn’t have to wait for me.”

She slid her backpack onto the carpet and carefully lifted Jester into her arms, bridal-style. She made it all the way to Jester’s extravagant canopy bed, and was almost done tucking her in, when she stirred awake.

Jester’s eyes slowly peeked open. Her irises glowed in the darkness.

“Beau?” she mumbled. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Jes,” she said. “I’m back.”

Jester’s brow furrowed slightly. “You…your face is messed up.”

Beau reached up, felt the tender skin around her bruised eye and split lip. She shrugged and gave Jester a faint smile. “It’s nothing,” she said. “I fell.”

“That’s a lie,” Jester murmured, and closed her eyes. “But it’s okay. You said you trust me, and I trust you too. You can tell me whenever you’re ready.”

Beau was silent for a moment. Then she sighed. “…thanks, Jes,” she said eventually.

“I’m glad you’re home,” came the sleepy response. “I’m glad you came back to me.”

Beau scoffed. “Of course I did,” she said. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”

There was no answer. After a moment, Beau pulled the blankets up to Jester’s shoulder, turned around, and went back to her room.

•

And then, after that, life more-or-less returned to whatever semblance of normalcy it had once held, for most of them.

For most of them.

•

TUSK LOVE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO Today 10:22AM

Lavender Thunder: guysssss Lavender Thunder: whos around??!!?? Lavender Thunder: im bored out of my goddamn mind Lavender Thunder: and yashas still gone (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ughhhh sorry mollyyyy I have class now (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: and Fjord too right now Lavender Thunder: ah its arlight dear Lavender Thunder: anybody else? Drunkmonk: i hate you, so no Drunkmonk: but actually im also doing stuff right now Lavender Thunder: fuck off Lavender Thunder: nott and Caleb? NottSoBrave: calebs working at the library toady NottSoBrave: and I don’t want to hang out with you Lavender Thunder: wow alright then (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: Nott!! Apologize to Molly!! NottSoBrave: sorry Lavender Thunder: gee thanks Lavender Thunder: anyways have fun doing your stuff yall Lavender Thunder: i guess ill ,, read a book or something

Molly lowered his phone.

He was seated on his bed, wrapped up in his silk pajamas, staring out the window at the bright and bustling city landscape beyond.

This was a strange feeling. Here he was warm, and comfortable, and the sunlight gently caressed his skin with its soothing morning rays.

But today he should have been at the Moondrop. Today he should have been in the dark backstage performer’s lounge, helping the sisters with their makeup, or watching Desmond tune his instruments, or failing to stack crates as high as Yasha could, or riffing with Bo or giving Toya piggy-back-rides or pestering Ornna or chatting lazily with Kylre or learning about sound equipment from Gustav or even bemoaning the lack of proper lighting above his dresser mirror as he tried to apply his favorite glittering eyeshadow before the afternoon shows began.

Instead, he was here.

For the first time in his entire, extraordinarily short life, Mollymauk Tealeaf felt alone.

And he realized now, with rising dread, that he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

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New Years Reunion - Part Three Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Word Count: 1,852 

Triggers: Some swearing

Gender of Reader: Fem.

*Part One and Part Two can both be found on my page *

Summary: Y/N gets a visit from her best friend and fellow IT co-star, Finn. Y/N thinks that her and Finn’s friendship is purely platonic, but could all that change when they both stay at Wyatt’s house for New Years along with the fellow IT cast?

Writers Note: Wow so everyone seems to be really enjoying this series so I’m thinking that I might keep it going for a bit longer. There will be at least one more part after this one but let me know if you want me to extend it past New Years Eve because that could be kind of fun.

Also, considering it’s not even been 48 hours since I started this blog and my writings already getting over 200 notes is insane! Thank you for all your support, whether you’ve been here since part one or not.

Enjoy Part Three and have an amazing day :)

You woke up. The morning sun streamed in from the glass double doors beside you. Dazed, you began to get up, only to realise Finns arm was around you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you noticed six figures lying on the floor in sleeping bags. You and Finn were the only ones on the couch, you must’ve both fallen asleep there.

    “Morning, Y/N.” Jaeden said groggily, still half asleep.

    “Morning, Jae. Are the others still all asleep?” You whispered, trying not to wake Finn.

   “They are, and judging my the looks of things, some of us had a pretty good sleep.” He smirked and nodded his head at Finn, who still had you in an embrace.

    You coughed awkwardly, “We both must’ve just fallen into this position when we fell asleep on the couch, or something.”

    “Mmmhm,” Jaeden raised his eyebrows slightly, “What actually happened was that you fell asleep on Finn during the film, and then he managed to get you into this cuddle position.”

You began to blush, Jaeden continued, “Then it got late, and we were all getting into our sleeping bags, but Finn didn't want to move, he was smiling like an idiot too. He even made me go get a blanket for you both, and then a pillow because he was worried your ‘head would get sore’.”

You tried to hide your smile by covering your mouth with the blanket on your lap. Finn stirred in his sleep, only to wrap both his arms even tighter around you, causing your stomach to flip. Jaeden snorted, you awkwardly changed the subject.

    “So tomorrows New Years Eve.” Your pulse had been racing ever since you’d woken up.

    “It sure is, are you excited to find out our plan?” Jaeden asked, apart from this time he didn’t whisper, resulting in Jack awakening next to him.

It didn’t take Jack long to catch on to you and Finn. He scanned his eyes over to the couch to you both, and began to chant;

    “Y/N and Finn, up a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” This obviously woke up everyone in the room, including Finn.

You felt him move his arms slightly before opening his deep, mahogany eyes to see you. Everyone was watching you both. As Finn began to strengthen an intake of his surroundings, he quickly moved his arms away and sat up. You felt disheartened.

It was 7PM now and you were sitting at Wyatt’s breakfast bar, reading your book. Everyone had gone out shopping for the day, accept from you, Jack and Finn. Jack was trying to cook in the kitchen and Finn had gone for a nap in his room, you hadn’t had much of a chance to speak to him today.

After burning yet another pancake, Jack sat down next to you.

    “You look sad.” He observed.

    “I’m fine.” You lied, bluntly.

    “You know, I know.” He began, you stayed silent, “I can tell you like Finn, everyone can, you just need to admit it.” You continued to say nothing.

Jack resumed talking, “He’s just really shy and shit, when it comes to girls. What you need to do is just be straight with him. Just be like ‘hey Finn you’re really fucking hot, date me now please’. That's what I always say to him. I mean, it technically hasn’t worked yet, but he’d probably appreciate it a bit more if it came from you, instead of me.”

    “I just can’t admit I like him.” You whispered, “If I admit I like him then I’ll only get disappointed. He doesn’t like me, plus even if he did he’d get over it quickly, he’s way too good for me. Like I look in the mirror and all I see if this girl staring back at me, she isn’t anything special. He’s so amazing and talented, and what am I? I’ll never be good enough for him.” You felt your eyes begin to sting, you really didn’t want to tear up in front of Jack.

Just when you were about to let everything out Finn came in, smiling to himself. He clapped his hands together.

    “Right,” He began enthusiastically, “The others are all out having fun, so why shouldn’t we.” He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you through to the living room. Jack followed.

    “Dude, if you and Y/N are going to be having that much fun I can leave?” Jack smirked.

    “Not yet.” Finn winked at you. Did he really just say ‘yet’? 

He pulled you down with him onto the couch and turned the TV on. Holding your hand, and the remote in the other, he pressed play. An upbeat instrumental began to play.

A title appeared on the screen;

“The Friendships the IT Cast Built on Set”

You opened your mouth, confused, but Jack stole the words right from you.

    “What the fuck is this?” Finn’s smile only grew wider.

    “This,” Finn began, “Is a montage of behind the scene clips from the movie. It’s to show how close we’ve all gotten during filming.”

You could see yourself on screen right now laughing with Sophia, at Jaeden, who’d just tried to do an impression of you. You remembered the happiness you’d felt spending all summer with them all.

Finn continued, “It was going to be part of the bonus features on the DVD but they cut it. Luckily, I managed to get a hold of it, I was going to save it for the others coming back but I need to show it to you now.” A clip of you and Finn hugging, after filming a scene came on, you couldn’t hold back your smile.

The three of you sat and watched the clips, well you tried to but you were too busy staring at Finn. His eyes were bright and shiny with excitement, he had the biggest smile on his face. You watched as he laughed at the screen, seeing him this happy made you feel happy - like you had an emotional connection. Seeing him sad would make you sad.

Jack snorted, “Dude, do you remember that day though? We literally couldn’t of pissed anymore people off if we’d tried!” Finn laughed with him.

All of a sudden Finn went quiet and paused the TV. He turned to look into your eyes and began to squeeze your hand. As soon as he did this, you felt sparks shoot up your arm.

    “Y/N,” He whispered, so quietly you could had to strain to hear him, “I don't want you to panic, but I overheard what you were saying to Jack in the kitchen.” You inhaled sharply, you’d just ruined a friendship.

    “The reason,” He stopped to take a breath, “The reason I wanted to show this to you was because of the next clip that's about to play. No ones ever seen it before. When they filmed this clip of me, on set, I made them delete it straight away, which they did, but then they managed to retrieve the file. As they were putting this whole thing on a disk to send to me, they added this scene too.”

Jack was on the edge of his seat, he had no idea what was happening. You could tell Finn was nervous as he moved his finger to the play button of the remote, and clicked. A video began of Finn, alone in the shot, talking to the camera, with the IT Quarry Scene set in the background;

    “What do I think of Y/N? I mean, where do I begin. Firstly, she’s probably the most talented actor I’ve ever worked with, not only that, but she’s the best friend I’ve ever had. When I’m filming a scene with her, it’s electric. When I’m spending time with her, it’s beyond electric.

“Not only that, but I’ve got to thank her for putting up with me and constantly laughing at my jokes. Like legit, I could make the worst joke ever in front of twenty odd people, who wouldn't even blink in response to the punchline, but I know that from across the room I'll hear that same familiar laugh.

“When we’re together, I can’t do anything but smile. Her being happy makes me happy, her smiles contagious. In all my life, I've never felt so connected with someone.

”I love all her habits, like how she scrunches up her nose when she's cold, and how she bites her lip when she’ s thinking. I notice all these things that make her unique.

“I don’t think people realise, when they see this movie, just how much it’s meant to me. If this film had never been made, I would have never met such a talented, funny, kind, and amazing,person to get to call my friend. 

“Someday I’ll tell her all this, she wont believe me though, she can’t see how amazing she is, but I can. Everyday, she surprises me more and more, I’m so lucky to have someone who makes me as happy as her. There’s no one quite like her. She's literally perfect in every single way...

“Shit. Sorry, what was the question again? Oh god, let’s redo that...”

Finn hadn’t watched the TV at all, he’d been completely been fixated on you. You were speechless.

    “Y/N,” He began, “I never want to hear you say anything like that ever again. Every single word I said there was true.”

    “Finn, I..I..”, You stuttered, “I don’t know what to say, I can’t find words.”

    “Well, you don't have to.” He leaned in and kissed you. Your lips were warm, your whole head was spinning, waves of electricity rushed through you. With his lips still pressed on yours he moved his hand to your face, cupping it. You began to move your hand to his hair, when you heard a thud coming from the doorway.

You both pulled away and looked over. Sophia, Wyatt, Chosen, Jaeden and Jeremy were all standing at the door with their mouths wide open. The thud had come from Sophia dropping her shopping bags.

    “Okay but what the fuck did we miss when we were out?” Wyatt asked, breaking the silence.

    Jeremey smirked, “Well, who turned the heat up in here?”

    “Shut up dude, you’re ruining their moment!” Chosen hissed.

You looked from the door and back into Finn’s eyes. You moved in to kiss him again, this time harder, like you didn’t have a single care in the world.

The room erupted with screams and cheers. Jack jumped onto the couch and hugged you both, the rest of the group followed, so that you were all piled on top of each other on the one sofa, sharing one big group hug. Finn didn’t let go of your hand at all.

    “I just love you guys so much, I LOVE YOU!” Jaeden shouted from the bottom of the heap. Everyone cheered.

     “You know what though,” Jack sighed, “Next time I’m just going shopping, I’ve been a right fucking third wheel.”

Everyone laughed in agreement.

It was the perfect end to the day, probably one of the best days of your life.

Writers Note: So I hope this was okay, Part Four will take place on NYE which should be fun, I’m going to miss writing this series a lot

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Hi guys! A little fire-breathing flying reptile informed me it's going to be Alice's (aka thegreatorangedragon's) birthday on Feb. 16, and I was wondering if someone might be able to drabble a little something for her? There's no truer friend to the folks here and champion of Everlark authors, and I know she'd love to see something. (Bonus points if someone can give her a puzzle to figure out... I'm sure you've noticed she's a clever one). Thanks for everything you guys do.

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Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this little one shot. Rated S-E-X. For sex. There be smut here, folks. Sorry if I ruined the surprise. Thanks to the girls who run this awesome blog and make cool stuff happen. Pbg

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It started out as a joke. A way to pass theawkward time while listening to the sound of my neighbors through the thinwalls. But I can’t deny anymore that I wish the sounds Peeta and I are makingwere real. I don’t know what to do about it. He’s been my best friend for aslong as I can remember.

Since I moved into my place, Peeta and I havespent most Saturday nights in the studio apartment, scarfing down tubs of cheapudon noodles or greasy slices of pepperoni pizza, watching various movies fromall different eras and genres.

But a few weeks ago I got a new neighbor. A veryloud, sexually active one. Apparently said neighbor also has standingappointments on Saturday nights. Whether it’s for money or not, I’d rather notknow. The neighborhood I live in is a bit seedy, so it’s a possibility. But inany case, the first time it happened took us by complete surprise. I wasstuffing my mouth with cheese fries from the bar on the corner, Peeta besideme, a beer bottle tipped up to his lips, when it started.

The moaning and wailing were enough to make melose my appetite, and Peeta looked white as a sheet. I tried to laugh it off,but it didn’t take. Peeta wouldn’t look at me, and to be honest, I couldn’thave looked him in the eyes either. I turned up the television, tried to watchthe movie. Tried to ignore the knocking and cooing and ‘yes, right there, ohyes’s’, but it seemed the more I tuned them out, the louder they became.

It didn’t help that we were sitting on mycouch-slash-daybed. Where I sleep. Where that would happen on thisside of the wall.

The second week was much the same. Peeta and Istared at the TV for the forty-two minutes it dragged on, both silent and stillas hunted prey. The third week, however, I decided I’d had enough. I walked overto the wall and beat my fist on it. The noises stopped, and I flashed Peeta atriumphant smile over my shoulder until my neighbor started beating on the wallin the same rhythmic pattern as me. Startled, I jumped away, heart pounding.Then they started up again with the moaning and groaning.

My fists balled up and my eyes narrowed to slitsas I shot daggers through the wall. If I had x-ray vision, I could havemurdered them with my death glare. “Just ignore them, Katniss,” Peeta said fromthe daybed. My eye felt like it was twitching. Ignore them? It was all Icould do not to think about making those sounds ourselves, and he wanted me tojust ignore it? I turned slowly to face him, my face full of disbelief. Heshrugged his shoulders and said, “They have to stop eventually.”

Peeta was wrong that night. Probably becausethey knew it bothered me, they kept at it, going well past midnight with theirantics.

It’s now week four, and right on time it begins.I roll my eyes at the familiar sounds of misused furniture and unnecessarilyvocal cries of pleasure. I have a feeling they’re doing this to spite me now.

“I’m going to have to move!” I shout, stuffingmy head into my throw pillows to block out the noise.

I feel Peeta’s hand on my back. “Let’s just havesome fun with it. We should give them a taste of their own medicine,” he says.I tense underneath his palm, which now feels like it’s branding me. Does hemean what I think he means? Peeta and I have been friends for a long time and,yes, he’s scorching hot with his broad chest and big shoulders, true blue eyesand blond hair that falls in waves across his forehead. And his smile - full,pink lips that surround perfect white teeth. I never have to picture it becausehe’s always wearing one around me. And when I look up at him, it’s there. Ifeel my panties melt to my skin now that I’m seeing that smile in a new light.Does he want to fool around with me?

My heart stops and then starts a million timesfaster while we stare at each other. Something passes between us, and thesparkle of mischief in his eyes grows as he stands up and positions himselfnext to the shared wall.

“Come on, Katniss, this’ll be fun,” he says,almost laughing at something I don’t understand. What is he doing? I watch, captivatedby every motion he makes as he presses his ear to the wall and starts makingsex noises. He stops after only a few seconds. “Don’t make me do this alone,”he says, turning his head to send a wink my way. I know my body interprets itas something more than friendly because my melted panties disintegratecompletely.

Almost like an out of body experience, I floattowards him, pressing myself against the wall just like his, my head turnedtowards him. The hard surface against my breasts feels incredible. I squeeze myeyes shut and inhale a quick breath. It doesn’t escape me that I’m turned onenough to feel pleasured by a piece of sheetrock. And that my best friend hasdone this to me.

In my mind, I know I should stop, suggest goingout and probably find a new place to have our Saturday night hang outs. Ishould avoid this altogether. It’s just not a good idea to go down this roadwith him. What if it’s a dead end or a catapult that sends us so far from wherewe’re comfortable that we never recover? But then he starts moaning again andthe thoughts vanish quicker than the thin material of my underwear.

When I open my eyes, they immediately find his.I’ve never seen them so intense. They’re deep water blue, and I feel likedrowning tonight. I start making my own noises. I’m quiet at first, a littleembarrassed by what I’m feeling, but then he smirks and something flares tolife in his gaze that makes me grow louder. He joins me and I can’t take myeyes off his mouth when he moans. I inch closer to him, pretending the frictionfrom the wall is Peeta’s solid chest. God, I want it to be.

When our shoulders touch, everything stops.Sounds, movements, time. I don’t think either of us is breathing. I wantnothing but to feel him. Taste him. My lips feel like they’re reaching for himand, against my better judgement, I don’t stop them. I press them against his,softly, and I can feel it down to my toes. It’s just as heated as if we weretangled up in each other on the couch. That’s when I know that we could havesomething amazing. Tender with a side of explosive.

I move my lips against his, wanting to turn theheat up to a roar, but I freeze when he doesn’t kiss me back and pull away,unable to look him in the eyes. I messed up! My world is about to come crashingdown around me, and suddenly the sounds coming through the wall are painful. Iwant to scream at my neighbor to stop it.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stutter, plastering my palmagainst my forehead. “I, I don’t know what got into me. Please-”

His mouth crashes into mine, cutting off myfloundering apology. I don’t think. I just feel. I go with it, and the urgentway his tongue parts my lips goads me on. Within seconds, he’s backed me upagainst the wall, caging me in with his hands as his mouth plunders mine in themost deliciously provoking way.

I reach up to his face, hands trailing down tohis neck, beneath his collar, needing to feel his skin under my palms. But thebuttons are restricting my access. I pop the top one, waiting for him to backoff, to tell me to stop, or at least slow down. But he doesn’t. I push the secondone through the hole, then the third. Down until his shirt is open and hischest and abs are exposed. I want to see him, but I for the life of me I can’ttear my lips away from his, so I’ll have to feel for what they look like.

My hands are greedy little suckers, taking theirfill of his muscled chest before my fingertips trail down the ridges of hisabs, focusing on every delicious indention. When they hit the waistband of hisjeans, he let’s out a groan that rivals the neighbors’ and tilts his hipstowards me.

“Please tell me this is real,” he moans beforeattacking my neck with his wet lips. I press my head back, and the force of thewall pushes my breasts into him. “Fuck, Katniss, I want to touch you.”

I don’t know how he finds the coherency tospeak. I know I can’t, so in reply I take his hands off the wall and guide themto my chest. We both moan this time, the feeling of it too incredible to holdback. His hands cup my t-shirt covered mounds with just the right pressure ashe rubs his thumbs back and forth across my aching nipples. It sends a thousandkilowatt jolt of pleasure straight between my legs. Death by electric shocksounds like as good a way to go as any tonight.

I want my hands on him, too, and they wanderthrough his hair on a trail down his shoulders, underneath his arms and aroundhis lower back, cupping his ass. I still haven’t opened my eyes for fear itmight break this erotic spell.

Acting purely on touch, I squeeze and pull himagainst me, feeling the hard length of him on my belly. I want him inside me,desperately. Pounding me against the wall at my back. I’m so far gone, I don’tcare if the neighbors hear us.

“I want-” he starts, then cuts it off with agrowl when I drive my hips against his. “I want to do so much to you. Withyou.” He hisses when I do it again, letting him know with every thrust that I’mwith him. I want this, too. “I’ve wanted to for - aahh fuck,” he pants,“a while.”

With that knowledge, I still my hips and flickthe button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down. “Take my pants off, Peeta,” Itell him as I dip my hand into his boxers and pull him out. His hands move withlightning speed, yanking my yoga pants down to my ankles. I step out of them,still in my socks, but as Peeta hauls me up to his chest and my legs wraparound his waist, I couldn’t care less.

“Are you sure?” he rasps, stopping long enoughto look into my eyes. I marvel at his control. He’s right there. My gazeroams his beautiful face. Thoroughly kissed lips, eyes as dark as midnight,hair arousingly disheveled from my own hands. I can feel his chest heaving fromexertion, matching my own. I love that I’ve done this to him, and when I stareback, his expression is so open I can see straight to his soul. He wants me tobe certain. He doesn’t want to ruin us. We’re on the same page, I think, andstopping now wouldn’t undo any damage we’re likely to feel. At this point it’sall or nothing.

And I want it all.

I lean in, grazing my lips against his as Iwhisper, “Yes.”

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts out, positioning himselfat my entrance, wet and throbbing for him. “There are so many things I want doto you, but right now-”

“Please, Peeta,” I beg, feeling the tip of hiscock so close to being buried inside me. I have never felt such a desire to befilled before. I’m unprepared for the size of him as he pushes into me. It’sthe kind of sweet pain that steals my breath right out of my lungs. Then hislips seal over mine, and his long, drawn out groan breathing the life rightback into me.

“Incredible,” he rasps, pulling out beforepushing back into me. “You feel better than I ever dreamed.” He adjusts hisarms around my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as he picks up a fasterpace. He presses his face into my shoulder as he pounds me, and all I can do ishold onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

“I can’t… I can’t let go of you, Katniss. Touchyourself. I want - oh, fuck, you feel too good,” he almost shouts intothe air. “I want you to come with me.”

I let go and try to do what he wants, butbetween the angle of my body and Peeta’s frantic thrusting, I can’t beconsistent. I try to tell him, but my breathing is so ragged all I can say is“later.”

“Fuck it,” he says, moving us away from thewall. He hurries to the daybed and drops me onto it, my back hitting themattress and bouncing me up in the air. I watch him strip off his jeans andboxers, then climb between my legs. His shirt still hangs open, exposing thecenter of his chest to my greedy eyes, and the perfect v of his lower abs thatlead down to…. Holy shit that was just-

“Oh!” I cry out as he lifts one leg over his shoulderand plunges back inside me, filling me for the second time in minutes. Histhumb finds my clit and he goes to work on it, playing it like the tiny,precise instrument of pleasure that it is.

“Take off your shirt,” he says, and I somehowfind the wherewithal to whip the cotton over my head. “Fucking perfect. I knewthey would be.”

The apartment falls silent except for our wet,slapping arousal as Peeta drives deeper inside me with every thrust. I watch ashe bites his lower lip and his breathing becomes erratic. It’s almost as eroticto watch him as it is to feel him, and experiencing both is about to send mevaulting over the edge.

“I’m gonna come so hard,” he says throughgritted teeth. “So….fucking….hard.”

One last flick of his thumb over my clit has mywalls pulsing around his cock. His eyes fly open and lock onto mine, rightbefore I squeeze them shut from the force of the pleasure that washes over me.I’m not new to sex, and I’ve brought myself to completion more times than I cancount. Always with quiet moans or subtle whimpers. But with Peeta, I’m ascreamer. The way he makes me feel is unlike anything I’ve ever known. He’sfilling me body and soul, practically obliterating anyone before him, and damn sureeliminating anyone after him.

I force my eyes open to the feel of his hipsbucking even harder. He lets out a loud groan before I welcome him with openarms to collapse on top of me. We’re a sweaty mess of tangled limbs and pantingbreaths, and I’ve never been more alive.

He rolls to the side, slipping out of me and Ican feel the evidence of his climax between my thighs. I release a deep,satisfied sigh and look over at him. His skin is flush and his right arm isslung across his forehead, hiding his eyes from sight. My gaze trails down hisfirm pecs and flat abs, contracting with his calming breaths. His bare lowerhalf is on display, and even though I just had the best orgasm of my life, I’mready to go again.

As I drag my eyes back to his profile, a tinyseed of doubt settles in my chest. He still hasn’t moved. The seed sprouts theidea that the reason he can’t - won’t - look at me is because we fuckedup. Literally and figuratively.

“You regret it,” I whisper into the stillness.He moves his arm and his eyes find mine, his brow creased in confusion.

“What?”

“You regret what we just-”

“No! I don’t regret anything. God, Katniss, I’vewanted you for so long, this-” he moves closer to me and pulls me into hischest, sliding his fingers through my hair lazily. “This is like a crazy dream come true.” A beat of timid silence passes before he speaks again.“I was afraid you regretted it. I couldn’t stand it if I looked at you and sawdisappointment.”

“Disappointment? I could never be disappointedover the best orgasm of my life.” I try to make light of the heaviness I feel,but it feels wrong. I reach up to pull gently at the tips of his hair. I needto have my hands on him, anywhere, to be grounded to this moment. “Given to meby my one and only best friend,” I add, feeling completely insecure about myability to convey what it meant to me.

“Is that what we are?” he asks solemnly. I seethe spark of hope begin to fade in his eyes and I can’t stand it. I can’t lethim think this was a one time thing, but I’m terrible when the ball is in mycourt. So I toss it back to his.

“What do you want us to be?”

“Together,” he answers with certainty. Like he’sgiven it so much thought that there can be no other way. It’s the same for me,though I haven’t questioned it for quite as long as he has. But I don’t needyears to know that I want him this way. Always.

He kisses me, and it’s sweet with an underlyingheat that promises more. Who knew that the neighbors I loathed so much- “Hey!”I say, sitting up on the bed and startling Peeta. He slaps his hand over hisheart and mutters a curse word, following me into an upright position. I wouldlaugh that I scared him, but I just realized the neighbors are silent and it’snot even 9 P.M.

“Listen,” I tell Peeta, pointing at the wall.His eyes narrow confusingly at me, then I see the moment he understands.

“Did we out sex them?” he whispers, like it’s asecret we were trying to mess with them. Whomever they are, I can’t be mad atthem now because their antics brought our feelings to light. I can, however,gloat that we beat them at their own game.  

“Well you know what they say,” Peeta says as hishand sneaks up my stomach to fondle my breast. I bite my lip to keep fromletting out an embarrassingly loud moan at the simple touch. Looking at him, Iraise an eyebrow, inviting him to go on before I peel his shirt down his armsand push him onto his back for round two.

A sexy smirk lifts one side of his mouth. Amouth I can’t wait to have on me. “If you can’t beat ‘em…”

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Chapter 4 - A New Dawn

Jingyu slowly opened his eyes, focusing on the ceiling. He glanced to his left, making sure his Zhou Zhou was still there. He was, curled up under Jingyu's arm, facing him.

I will never get tired of waking up to that angelic face, thought Jingyu. He took a moment to gaze at ZZ's features, and appreciate how beautiful this man was - even when sound asleep.

They had gone to sleep shortly after Zhou Zhou had finished eating, around 3am. Jingyu glanced outside. Either it was an overcast day, or it was still early. Not wanting to disturb Zhou Zhou, but needing to pee badly, he slowly eased his arm out and got out of bed.

Dammit! Why does my cock have to get hard when needing to pee badly?!

Jingyu hovered over the toilet and expertly aimed in spite of the situation. Once done, he brushed his teeth and walked back to the bed. Weizhou had squirmed over to the place Jingyu had been.

Taking my warm spot, ah! Well, let him sleep, he needs it.

He decided to not get back into bed, and turned to go start a shower.

"Come back to bed." a voice commanded.

"You need your rest, I was going to hop in the shower."

"I feel really great. Thank you for taking care of me last night. Now get under the covers and let me take care of you." Weizhou's corners of his mouth turned up when we saw Jingyu's tented boxers.

Jingyu eased into the bed, at the same time forcing Weizhou to roll over and face away from him. Jingyu then pulled Weizhou in to spoon, his chin coming to rest on Weizhou's shoulder, his arm around Weizhou's waist.

"I appreciate the gesture, but I can wait. You need to get fully better before you climb back up on this horse." Jingyu grinned saying this.

Weizhou playfully slapped the arm around him. "You think highly of yourself. You're more like poodle-sized." Weizhou then wiggled his butt against Jingyu's crotch.

Jingyu's eyebrow arched. "That's not what I was hearing the last time we had sex. I remember you grunting and breathlessly saying 'it's so big'...." and he thrust forward into Weizhou's rear a couple of times.

Weizhou couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Jingyu ran his hand up Zhou Zhou's shirt, slowly feeling his abs, then his pecs. He leaned in and whispered in Weizhou's ear, "I've missed you so much."

The breath on his ear, and the touch from Jingyu, sent electric shocks throughout Weizhou's body. He groaned and pressed in closer to his Jingyu. The arm on his chest pulled him in tighter. He reached around and grabbed a handful of Jingyu's butt, and pressed him in closer. He then felt Jingyu's lips on his neck, kissing his way up to his ear, and then tonguing and nibbling his earlobe. He thought to himself...

This guy knows every button on me, and he joyfully presses each and every one!

Jingyu, as if reading Weizhou's thoughts, slowly moved his hand down ZZ's torso and underneath the waistband of his underwear. When his hand wrapped around Weizhou's cock, he slowly thumbed the tip while firmly gripping the shaft. Weizhou let out a stuttered breath at Jingyu's touch. Jingyu could feel Zhou Zhou's pulse, and it was like his cock was the source of all his body heat. He also discovered a large amount of precum.

"Wow, babe. You're leaking like a faucet. That's so fucking hot to me..."

Weizhou was turned on, and he felt like his body was like a loaded gun with a hairpin trigger - ready to shoot at the slightest touch.

"It's never happened to me, when I was with others before. You're the only one that can do that to me."

Jingyu pleasingly moaned as he stroked Little ZZ slowly, letting the juices act as the natural lubricant that they are. At stroke number two, Weizhou's hand grabbed Jingyu's wrist and firmly stopped him.

"I swear I'm about to cum in literally 3 strokes."

Jingyu smiled. He loved having this effect on his Zhou Zhou. It was like a kid with putty in his hands. His other arm, which was around Weizhou's neck, moved slightly down to Weizhou's left nipple. Jingyu lightly pinched it.

Weizhou took a sharp breath in. That was when Jingyu stroked ZZ's cock again, letting his thumb trail over his cockhead and tweak the underside. The rest of his fingers grabbed Weizhou's testicles and gently squeezed.

All of the previous motions happened in the span of a half second, but sent Weizhou off into nirvana. He was barely able to yell out, "You fucker!" when the orgasm hit him. His body tensed up like a large board, and then like a storage shed of fireworks going off, his whole body trembled as the waves of electric pleasure rolled across him. His climax danced along a knife edge of pain and ecstasy, as each wave hit him resulted in a charge of cum shooting forth from his cannon. This lasted for about 15 seconds.

Jingyu just held on tight and enjoyed the show. Zhou Zhou's cock reflected Weizhou's attitude towards him - it was swollen large, red, and looked very angry. Jingyu was amazed at how a layer of perspiration appeared out of nowhere on ZZ's face and body. He was even more amazed at how many rounds came shooting out of the cannon. If someone had walked and saw all the cum, they would have guessed it came from at least two guys.

Once the raging battle had ended, Weizhou just laid there, paralyzed. Small pockets of shooting still going off in different locations of his brain. He was aware that his right big toe was twitching, his breathing was ragged. He stared at the ceiling, unable to move his eyes. Jingyu's big grinning face came into his view.

"So I see I still have the touch, ah!"

He couldn't even muster enough energy to stay angry at the big fool. He nodded and rolled his eyes up.

"Yes. Yes you do. Oh god, you do..."

He reopened his eyes to see Jingyu smugly smiling at himself, obviously proud of his abilities.

He whispered, "Come here."  When Jingyu leaned in, he pulled him closer for a deep, passionate kiss. Once done, he said, "Your turn." and moved to start pulling Jingyu's boxers off.

Taking the boxers, he started cleaning up the mess of cum on his belly and chest. Jingyu protested.

"Hey!"

"You make the mess, you pay the fine!" Weizhou grinned back. Then, with surprising energy, he rolled over and pinned Jingyu down, by laying on his chest. Faces close, Weizhou lock eyes with Jingyu, and kept staring while his free hand slowly ran up Jingyu's leg to his cock. As if daring to break eye contact, Weizhou then took Jingyu's cock in his hand and slowly started to stroke. He could see Jingyu's eyebrows waver at the sensation. Every so often, Weizhou would end a stroke with cupping Jingyu's balls and gently pulling. The precrum began almost immediately.

Jingyu broke first, eyes rolling up and head falling back onto the pillow. "God that feels so good, Zhou Zhou."

Weizhou smirked. He gently turned his head downward and took Jingyu's cock into his mouth. He heard a loud gasp, followed with an "Oh god!". He felt hands gently grab his head, fingers running through his hair, feeling the shape of his ear.

Weizhou's tongue flicked the tip on each beginning stroke. He knew Jingyu's buttons as much as Jingyu knew his. He let his spit accumulate and run out, coating Jingyu's cock, running down his balls. Weizhou got his middle finger wet, and slid it under Jingyu's balls, towards his hole. He then lightly traced the circle with his finger before slowing pushing in.

"Oh fuck..." he heard as a response.

He moaned, generating vibrations in his mouth that translated to Jingyu. He felt and tasted another spurt of precum emit out. Jingyu's hands started to move around Zhou's head faster.

Weizhou pushed in deeper with his finger, to the second knuckle. Jingyu moaned loudly. Weizhou picked up the pace, swirling his tongue at the apex, and at the bottom letting it flick out and lap Jingyu's balls.

He knew when Jingyu was close. The hands on his head each grabbed a handful of hair. Weizhou's body could feel the tautness of Jingyu's legs. When he saw Jingyu's testicles retracted to become saddlebags to his cock, climax as imminent.

Weizhou wanted Jingyu's cum, and Jingyu knew it. His hands tightened their grip on his hair, and forced Weizhou's head to stop moving, as he hit his climax. String after string of ropey cum came blasting forth from his cock into Weizhou's throat. Weizhou could hear Jingyu's grunts follow in time to each cum shot. After the fourth, Jingyu's hold relaxed, and his body collapsed from it's tensed state. Weizhou swallowed, and looked up at Jingyu's face. It had gone completely flushed red. Jingyu glance down at Weizhou, both sharing a grin, and cupped Weizhou's chin with his hand and pulled him up for a deep kiss. When the kiss ended, Weizhou laid his head on Jingyu's shoulder, his body on top of him. Each of them sat in silence for a moment, Weizhou lightly tracing the vein down Jingyu's arm, Jingyu gently stroking his fingers up and down Zhou Zhou's back. Jingyu's breathing slowly returning to normal, Weizhou could feel Jingyu's heartbeat slowing as well.

"That was......new." Jingyu broke the silence.

Weizhou knew what he was referring to - the finger. "I......hope you didn't mind, and it was enjoyable?"

Jingyu was silent for a moment, before replying. "I did, and it was. Immensely. I had no idea it could be that enjoyable."

Weizhou grinned and turned his head up, resting his chin on Jingyu's chest and looked at him. "Good, because.........you know the promise you made that I could ask for anything if I quit smoking? Well, I want to top you."

Jingyu's eyes shot down to meet Weizhou's. He knew this would come up sometime, and suspected that was what Zhou had wanted for a while. While it was never discussed between them, their relationship had just naturally evolved into Weizhou bottoming and Jingyu topping. But he had been struggling with a way to talk about it with Weizhou, and hadn't figured out how yet.

"Would......you be ok with that?" Weizhou pressed.

"Of course, Zhou. I had wanted to let you know that for a while now, but could not find the words to say it."

Weizhou grinned. "I had suspected. I just didn't want to be wrong, and throw what we have going into jeopardy."

Jingyu smiled and pulled Zhou in for another kiss. "If we're going to be together, and I mean really together, we're going to have to find a way to communicate better."