#I FORGOT TO SHARE THIS MORNING!! AAH!!

[echobsilly]

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[gingersxng]

Morning Head

Pairing: f!reader x Mingi x Yunho

Genre: smut 18+

Summary: you wake up your roommates with the best blowjobs they’ve ever had

Notes: roommates, slight dom!reader, kinda sub!yungi, both have dom! tendensies, reader is very horny & so is the boys, big dick yungi, threesome, blowjobs, handjob, deep throating, morning wood, slight somnophilia, swearing, nipple play, dirty talk, swallowing, lots of cum, kissing, stripping, seduction. may have forgot something!

a/n: ovulating is the pits if you ask me, can’t go a single day without thinking all kinds of dirty stuff, so I had to write it down cause this scenario has been in my mind day and night!

Words: 890

Imagine waking up both Yunho and Mingi with a blowjob..

The boys were still asleep in your king size/shared bed when you came back from doing your daily morning routine.

As you approached the bed you couldn't help but admire the sleeping forms of Mingi and Yunho. Mingis duvet had gotten pulled down which exposed his bare chest and toned stomach, his happy trail was well visible (damn). Yunho on the other hand was almost entirely covered from head to toe, only his head popped out. It just did something to you watching them sleep so peacefully, they looked pretty, dreamy. Yunho shifted in his sleep, he pulled down his duvet exposing his chest. The sight in front of you right now was mouth watering, a tingling feeling spread through your entire body like a stream.

You slowly climbed up on the bed and placed yourself between their feet, a tent forming under Mingis cover didn’t go unnoticed by your eyes and it made your pussy clench. With a mischievous grin you slowly lifted the covers, exposing the two men's naked bodies. The sight was breathtaking (not to talk about pussytaking). Mingi's thick, big veiny cock, already full erect and Yunho's long, massive dick rested on his stomach glistening with precum. Your heart raced as you admired the beauty of these two enormous cocks, knowing you were about to pleasure them both.

Without wasting a moment, you leaned over and wrapped your lips around Mingi's shaft, taking him deep into your mouth. Mingi stirred in his sleep, his cock twitching as it felt the warm, wet suction. You moaned softly, vibrating your throat around Mingi's length, waking him up with a jolt.

"Mmm... fuck," Mingi groaned, his eyes blinking open as he realized what was happening. He looked down to see your head bobbing up and down on his dick with your lips stretched wide to take his girth. "Aah fuck" he whispered, his voice was hoarse. Hearing Mingi's words, Yunho stirred awake, his brown eyes widening as he took in the scene. He watched with a mix of surprise and arousal as you deep throated Mingi, your hands gently caressing Mingi's balls.

"Morning boys" you said in a seductive tone, pulling off Mingi's cock with a wet pop. "I'm going to make you both cum so hard." Yunho's breath quickened, his dick throbbing as he felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "Such a tease" he managed to say, his voice trembling. "Oh, I'm a tease, am I?" You smirked, reaching over to stroke Yunho's length. "Then watch me work, boys."

With that, you leaned over and took Yunho's cock into you mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head. Yunho arched his back, his hands gripping the sheets as he let out a low moan. Mingi, still aroused from the initial blowjob, couldn't help but reach over and pinch your nipples, enjoying the sight of your mouth working on Yunho's dick.

You alternated between the two cocks, sucking and licking with expertise. You deep throated Mingi, taking his entire length down your throat, while also paying attention to Yunho's sensitive spots, flicking your tongue over his sweet spot. The room filled with the sounds of wet sucking, moans, and dirty talk.

"Fuck, you're good at this," Mingi grunted, his hand moving to grip the back of your head. He thrusted his hips gently fucking your mouth as you sucked him dry.

Yunho, unable to hold back any longer reached down and grabbed your hair guiding you to take his cock even deeper. "Suck me... suck me harder, ah fuck" he panted with a raspy voice. You complied, increasing your pace moving from one cock to the other, sucking and slurping eagerly. You played with Mingi's balls, rolling them in your palm while also stroking Yunho's length with your free hand. The pleasure was overwhelming, and both men could feel their orgasms build up.

"I'm gonna cum" Yunho gasped, his body tensing. "Me too" Mingi added, his breath ragged.

You quickened your pace, determined to milk every drop of cum from their cocks. you deep throated Mingi one last time swallowing his length as he exploded in your mouth filling it with his hot, creamy load. At the same time you stroked Yunho's cock with urgency, your hand moving in a blur as he shot his cum all over your face and chest.

Both men collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. You sat back and watched them with a satisfied grin, you licked your lips savouring the taste of Mingi's cum. You leaned over and kissed Mingi, sharing the taste of his release with him.

"That was fucking amazing," Mingi panted, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. "you dirty girl" Yunho said, his voice filled with admiration. "I never knew you had it in you." You laughed with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I have many more tricks up my sleeve, boys. This was just the beginning." You wiped off some of Yunhos cum off your face and sucked your fingers clean. You slowly took of your pyjamas top, revealing your round tits and pulled off your shorts too exposing your wet bare pussy. You climbed up between them, their eyes targeted on your naked parts, their cocks aching with hormones.

“Who should I ride first”

[yanderederee]

CaughtOffGuard!

ctw: BajixFem!Reader , nsfw/smut , timeskip/college

Disclaimer!: I don’t feel I m very good at writing active smut, so I apologize if this seems off!

It has been one fucking HELL of a day. Baji swore to Chifuyu he could handle opening the pet store all on his own.

Yes, even though he had an exam an hour before the store opened.

Baji had been up and literally running since four in the morning. And now, just after getting off his shift at the shop, head heavy with doubt about just how shitty he probably did on his exam—- he realized he forgot to leave out food for Peke.

“I’m so sorry buddy.” Baji sighed, tenderly petting the scarred cat while he ate. “Kei?~ are you home?” You could be heard just a wall over. “Yeaaah. Forgot to stop by the store after work though. I‘ll run by the corner shop in a sec, you need anything?”

Circling your way into the same room as your long term boyfriend, you took note of his frazzled mannerisms. As though adrenaline was pushing his husk to do everything at once.

“I fed Peke earlier babe,” you swiveled Baji’s moving form from going for his discarded wallet and jacket. “C’mere! Ain’t seen your cute face all day.”

Before he could wrestle his way free from your tangled limbs, you had succeeded in disorienting him into tripping over his own feet to fall back onto the couch:

Step 1: Complete

“Babbbeeeee,” Baji whined deeply, masked as a powerless growl. “Ain’t got time for this right now. I’m meeting Dranken an’ Mikey down at SS Motor in—-!! aah..”

It was painful. Watching the one you love overwork themselves to a point such as this. You gave your fearsome lover a pouting look, while pressing your body against his with just enough pressure to melt his sore muscles into your own.

“Oh, baby, no you’re not.” You looped your hands under Baji’s loose work shirt, grazing your slightly overgrown nails in detailed patterns over the skin of his back.

A relieved moan escaped past Baji’s ego, his eyebrows knitting together as chills ran down his entire body. Fuckk.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, was better than the feeling of you against his body like this.

Not one to object his queen, Baji batted his glazed over, tired eyes. He opened his mouth, seconds passing, but the words seemed to escape him. Too obsessed with the helplessly lost look in Baji Keisuke’s eyes, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Stay,” you ordered, so, so sweetly.

Taking advantage of his condition, you quickly snaked your kiss into his mouth.

This was the first kiss the two of you had shared in perhaps two days, what with all the late shifts, classes and obligations.

As experienced as you were in kissing Baji for years, your kiss practically emitted steam. Humid in a way that sent the both of you rutting into each-other every way physically possible. Your tongues weld into a mass of muscle and slick, mixing saliva to create an intoxicating cocktail. You only shifted your lips apart enough for the both of you to gasp against each others skin, teeth clattering once by accident but soon felt his bite down against the hollow of your neck. Pressing his canines deeper— until he was sucking your soft skin harshly.

The lazy roll of his tongue teased your thin layer of skin, gently biting you closer. You sighed in content across Keisuke’s ear. Neither of you needed words to understand the other.

Melting even closer against his body, a delicious warmth wrapped tightly across Baji’s hips. Clad only in a pair of shorts, every roll of your hips was genuinely intoxicating. “G-gatta…” Baji made one last pass in protesting against you. To be a responsible adult.

But you purred at his pathetic form, red faced and cross eyed. All for you. You slid your tongue back into Kei’s mouth, swiveling your hips so as to rub your clit as best you can against the outline of his already hardened erection.

“Gotta what, baby?” You asked in an innocent voice, giving his bottom lip a gentle pull in between your teeth. “If you can’t use your words properly, I’ll have to put this mouth to better use,”

And just as quickly, Baji lost all control. He always seemed to lose these damned encounters. Never one to submit, yet never could lift a finger to defy you.

Rubbing gently against him, you slid your hand just far enough under his pants to coat your finger with the bead of precum. Trailing said finger back up and between lips, you moaned softly. You batted your eyelashes down at Baji, kissing him deeply once more. “Let me make you feel better~” you ordered between kisses.

Baji could never deny you.

In skilled strokes, you rid Baji of the clothes on his lower half.

You were guiding Baji’s hands across your body, caressing the skin of your curves with his rough calloused touch, using them like a tool to discard every bit of clothing you had on.

“You’re so beautiful…” Baji breathed gently, never missing your stare. Once your hands let go in guiding his touch, he immediately tangled your hair into his fingers gently, feverishly pulling you down to kiss you deeper.

You may have started this night off with the upper hand, it was simply a fact that Baji was stronger than you. That Baji Keisuke was a true beast that would eventually snap and swallow you whole.

You smiled widely into his bruising kiss, letting your body relax as he took control entirely. “So.. fucking soft.” he bit the opposite side of your neck, allowing the exploration of one hand to gingerly graze over you once more;

from shoulder,

to butterfly bone,

along the rim of your rib cage,

up, to gently brush his thumb over your budded nipple.

“So perfect.” He smiles when looking into your increasingly lustful gaze.

Without further distraction, the tips of his fingers honed straight for your slick sex. “Just so excited to see me, weren’t you?”

He was soon answered by the feeling of your pulsating clit, eager to be touched. Baji chuckled, circling the bud quickly against his middle finger. “You know just how to build me back up again doll,” he moaned, the leaking juices you produced slowly began dripping on his neglected length.

“How bout I fill you up as thanks?”

Baji smirked when you practically cried. “Please?” You pleaded, softly kissing him one more time.

“Anything for you.”

God, and he did not waste any time in doing so. Swirling what juices he had coating his fingers across his leaking tip, he made quick work sinking you down onto it.

It was just the tip, yet neither of you could suppress the overwhelming feeling of finally being with one another. It was so easy to get drunk off of eachother. Impatiently, you pulled him deeper into you.

“Shitshitshit— c-calm down..! You’re gonna make me-“ Baji’s eyes rolled back at the feeling. How long had it been? Since you fucked him like this?

“You’re always running around these days… can’t be mad at me for wanting you all to myself.”

Well, he couldn’t argue that. Still, at this pace, sinking himself to the deepest part of you he could in one slow motion… it was too much. A shiver ran down his spine when the seal of your pussy lips met the juncture of his navel. Locking him inside of you for only a few seconds.

“I’ll take care of you, so try to relax for me, ‘Kay?” You breathed hard. It always took a few seconds for your to adjust to his size, but the added intensity helped. Drunk from it all, he finally let himself become dominated. Baji rested his head against the back of the couch, and laid his hands flat against your thighs, allowing them to do their will.

“Fuck,” he moaned, feeling you clench down on him in praise. “You win.”

“Good boy.” You whispered in his ear, pulling your hips up slowly, and sinking back down at an agonizingly slow pace.

You wanted him to feel everything. Feel his veins trace your insides. How your muscles contracted against his tip. The warmth of your insides stroking him in perfect stride. Everything.

Knowing you could only bare this pace for a few more strokes, you began humping faster. It was instinctive. You craved the act of taking what was yours for so long now, it became impossible to hold back.

“Kei…” only part of his name escaped your lips, begging so sweetly.

Both of you starred down, enthralled by the sight below. Faster, til you couldn’t anymore.

It was harder than it looked. Your legs began to shake, maybe from pleasure, but definitely because it was tiresome work.

Yet still you prevailed. Letting your legs rest at last, you sat in his lap with added weight. The deepest he could possibly be, given the position.

Just as he had thought you were ready to call it quits, your hips began go swivel quickly.

“Oh fuck-“ he gasped. This was it, the pleasure he had been building up this entire time was beginning to unravel.

And you knew it. You smirked at Baji’s agape expression, his eyes rolling back once more.

“Such a good boy,” now clenching your abdomen repeatedly, it was only a matter of seconds. Devilish, he thought. He didn’t need to warn you of his oncoming release, you already knew. You could feel him twitching inside you.

Pairing the intoxicating swirl of your hips and clench of your muscles, with the last bit of strength your thighs could muster, you teased Baji’s dick into pulling out and sinking back into you impossibly fast.

With this amount of work, you knew you wouldn’t finish, but he would, and ultimately that was your goal in all this.

And finally, finally, the tension he’d been trying to prolong finally snapped. With a deep, guttural moan, Baji let himself be heard as you pumped him for all he was worth.

His hands couldn’t stop his rougher hands from forcing your hips closer, furthering himself into you deeply. He clenched his own hips upwards in reply, shuddering as his cum began filling you up.

He didn’t intend to, but it was impossible not to have. The overwhelming urge to be burried inside you was too great. Especially after not participating for so long, this was heaven.

Baji breathed heavily. He didn’t do much work, but he was spent. Resting back into the couch below, he slowly began regaining eyesight.

Your face was front view, beautiful and equally as spent. “Submission looks good on you,” you commented cheerily.

Baji laughed. “Don’t get used to it,” he slapped your ass, harsh, warning a loud yip from you. “You’re mine now.”

[snoopyliker]

sometimes i really want to write posts about alloromantism and romantic love and expectations of relationships set by people and i want to talk about the aromantic spectrum and platonic love and the importance of it and relationships of those that defy what is seen as “normal” and i want to talk about gestures of affection and peoples fear of dying alone and devotion and being completely in love with someone and how thats automatically taken as romantic and i want to share my own feelings regarding these topics as well as sexuality and how that also influences so much about people and how it ties in with romance or the lack of it. but then im like… minecraft tho👀🔥

Aah Pix I forgot you were aspec!! As a fellow aspec if you ever end up writing about these topics I will absolutely love it, deconstructing amatonornativity will always be my favourite thing

And also on the topics of platonic love and minecraft... Jaiden and Roier were my favourite platonic duo and I also love the morning crew's found family dynamic. And actually even the relationship between Fit and Pac so far has felt similar to a qpr to me because of how much their relationship can be read as like, almost alterous instead of strictly romantic? Anyways bless the qsmp for giving us such strong platonic relationships

i dont think ive ever outwardly said anything about my identity so dw i dont think u could forget if i never said anything to begin with LOL

i think the extent of what ive said is “im just me.” i do want to write that post one day since its stuff i enjoy talking about and sharing my feelings on

morning crew is a really nice display of platonic love theyre cool theyre neat

the qsmp with all the characters has showcased so many wonderful dynamics between characters when it comes to family and friendship and its rllllyyyy cool. in what other media do you see children asking adults they trust to be their mom or dad, 5+ parents caring for a single child, literally a group where everyone is referred to by family titles like uncle or aunt or grandma or dad etc its cute. theres so much love in this story and its cool because not all strictly romantic and you can tell neither is treated as superior to the others. family matter friends matter partners matter peace and love on planet earth

[eggedbellies]

Hanahaki pt.5

Day 1-Monday

Well…what a turn of events…

In what little clarity could get through the daze your mind was in now, you can conclude that it’s sometime past midnight. You somehow manage to replace the ruined sweater and undies with light shorts and slim t-shirt, before your sore body drags you back to bed.

And yet, despite the exhaustion, you can’t fall asleep. Too many questions left unanswered.

No this definitely has to be a dream. A very hedonistic one at that.

There’s no way something besides a flower hatched in you. There’s no way they would come by your house. They never do that. And they definitely wouldn’t be sharing the same guilty pleasures like you, hell if not even wilder ones. Why the hell would they be carrying a toy with them everywhere?

The very same toy…that’s inside you right now…

In the dark, you feel so hyperaware of it. The growing pressure inside your uterus intensified for a moment. The very same frustration re-emerges.

If this really is a dream…might as well enjoy it.

Your hand slips in the shorts, it’s not long til your fingers find the handle sticking out of the entrance. You groan as you pull it out lightly…and push it in back.

You start slow…up…down…up…down…

With every thrust, you pump yourself bigger, with every hit a new flower. If only…if only…they can see you now…your dedication…

You speed up…you want to feel the same euphoria you felt when they gave you this. You feel yourself inching, petals brushing against your cervix…you mimic their hand placement on your stomach.

That move alone left you with an inhuman sound leaving you. But…you feel so unsatisfied…it’s just not the same without them.

You manage to fall asleep despite your shorts’s waistband feeling a bit tight all of a sudden…

~~~~~~~

The sunlight wakes you in a blur…and then it hits you that you’re late for work.

You scramble yourself from bed to check what time it is on your phone.

1 pm…bombarded with “get well soon” messages…

Silent panic sets in as you rush to the bathroom.

The first thing you notice is that it’s pristinely clean. The bathtub is empty. As if yesterday didn’t happen at all. But the second thing you notice in the mirror is your new belly cutely poking under your shirt. You lift your shirt up and realize you look 3 months pregnant already.

And you see it dispense a bit onward as you hear familiar humming echoing from down the hallway.

Oh no…oh yes…oh no…everything yesterday was real…

Sweating profusely you get yourself ready and you follow the tune

~~~~~~

“Rise and shine!”

They greet you in the kitchen, with a warm smile and an apron on. You completely forgot they had the morning shift.

“Did you rest well, honey? Yesterday really took a lot of you, huh?”

Oh god, make it stop…

“I’m almost ready, can you wait for me in the garden?”

Through the haze you obliged.

-~~~~~~~

You find yourself sitting in the garden, on a tiny table set for two, waiting anxiously.

Isn’t this what you wanted? To be with them? If they really love you, why are you still growing? Maybe they really want proof? Are you going to survive?

“Tada! Sorry I kept you waiting!”

You’re taken away from your worries as they beam again, carrying a tray with pancakes, orange juice and other toppings.

“Aaawww, y-you really shouldn’t have…” you muster the words out.

“Aah this is nothing! I love cooking for people! Besides, you’re going to need all the energy for the following days.”

God, This is both heaven and hell…

You strike up a conversation, filling in on the time you missed out, running away from them. The only blessing you have right now, is just how sore your body still is. Maybe that’s why you have the mercy of a slow start. Still, your mind still feels so fogged. And your still at the mercy of your own body.

“I love what you did with your garden! My dad should really learn a thing or two from you. You know how he is.”

“Oh yeah…is his flower shop still in business?”

“Yup. But the business has really fallen off. Especially with all the new debt accumulated after his surgeries.” They solemnly look away for a bit. “I wish I could go back and work there but…we lost our supplier and I had to take the job we have now”

You see the sadness in their eyes and you feel your heart break.

“Hey can I confess something?”

“…Sure?”

“The flowers that were in the bathtub… I sold them at the shop. I left half the cash I got on your desk! P-please don’t be mad at me”

“I could never!”-you spit out. The more this conversation goes on, the more you feel the waistband getting tighter and tighter.

That’s when you get a bright idea. You always wanted to send them flowers. Hell, your entire house is filled with them…Maybe…

“You know…I always had a problem taking care of mine…I wouldn’t mind if you sold them too…”

“You would really do that for me? We can split the…”

“Keep the cash. I want to do this for you.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence. And before you can react, they jump into your arms, hugging you, thanking you over and over again. You suck in air, your shorts are killing you, you’re on cloud nine.

“Oh gosh, I should get them in my car then! Wait I know there’s a lot of them, is this going to be a few day work?”

“I can at least help you out…while I still can”

~~~~~~~

Before you know it, the day flies by and your living room is free from all the potted plants that preoccupied it. They thank you once again, promising to come back tomorrow.

You finally get yourself back to the bathroom. The once slim shirt is straining, outlining your belly. You have definitely grown to a 6 months equivalent.

Oh you’re so screwed…

Nonny I am loving thuis story this is wild and beautiful and I am just adoring this idea of the slow, inexorable growth the Whole Times... and being loved for my swelling belly... hell yes...

[kuroosweakness]

I just was saw your PowerPoint presentation of kuroo and I was literally crying sobbing smiling when I looked through the 30+ pages😭😭😭

And you literally dont know how much I love this man like love LOVE LOVE 3000

I think I told you before but that Kuroo has a big sis, introvert friend, being born in November, living with dad because divorce parents :") made me feel in love with him so fucking much that I could cry that he sint real ALSO EXCUSE ME I HAVE QUESTIONs TO YOUR PRESENTATION 🤚

I dont know if I'm stupid but where does is say that kuroo is in prep college class kaksosndjsjs WHY IS HE SO SMART ?? Pls I need him so bad right now i struggle with school at the moment, I even struggle to write' beautiful' so or I vee forgot the word 'airport' when I had my english speakingexam 😭

Also that he helped daishou with the " idiot, you are the only one that I love" made me go brrrriajdjand crying in 5 languages

In my eyes he is all smooth and all but when he is in his first relationship ( and that's with you hehe )whatch him being blushy and all sob he could literally cry when you call him 'babe's for the first time becaus wow it's his first experience that somebody calls him with a pet name :o

AND WHERE CAN I HEAR THE CD??? I never heard from the one where he support Kenma with his heair but he would 100% do the same for you. I sometimes dont know if I look good, if my outfit match or my hair etc but he would hype the shit out of you and as you did, he would also do a presentation why he LOVES YOU ;)

Anyway it 11 pm and I actually wanted to go on a morning run and that little kuroo woke up at 5 am just t go jogging motivates me BECAUSE A LITTLE ASS KID DOES MORE SPORT THAN ME AND IM 19 HELP

Also I have a fucking cute husband kuroo scenario and I will share it with you tomorrow because I saw a tiktok of it and I thought thsi could be 100% kuroo

🔮

HII AAH THANK YOU FOR CHECKING OUT MY PRESENTATION HAHA

i promise to reply to the rest of this later (i need to get back to studying, but i didn't want to leave you hanging :')

dec. 24th - hi okay i have to apologize about the fact i forgot about my promise for a quick second :’ 

YES tysm for loving my presentation, i put in a lot of effort :)) 

OH- now that i think about it, kuroo taking college prep classes is actually not canon...i’ve seen a lot of writers and artists in the haikyuu fandom say that he is, so i thought he is too...but after watching the anime and reading the manga, i don’t think furudate stated that he really is college prep classes, sorry about the confusion :’) nevertheless, he’s still very smart!!! :) 

aaah don’t feel bad about your english!!! even as a english speaker, i have to say it’s a very difficult language to learn....i learned when to use a/an like...just 2 years ago lmaoo 

YES!! he’d have such a soft spot for pet names :’(( 

haikyuu nekoma cd: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtwJ8djSD8E&t=317s 

awww yes pls share the husband kuroo content :3 

[seasonsofeverlark]

Everdeen Scrooge

Author: @norbertsmom​

Prompt: Hunger Games Christmas Carol [submitted by @katnissandpeeta125​]

Rating: T

Summary: Several years after the war that ended President Snow���s tyranny over Panem, Twenty two year old Katniss Everdeen doesn’t want anything to do with the new Christmas holiday instituted by the New Panem Government. Can a ghostly visit make her change her mind?

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @mega-aulover​, my friend and beta, and all around expert on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, which this fic is based on. This post includes chapters 1 and 2 out of a total of 6. The other chapters will be posted separately.

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Chapter 1

Katniss expels a puffy cloud of air then releases her bow string. There’s silence for a moment as the arrow flies.

  “You got it,” Gale exclaims as he stands up from their blind. 

  In the distance, gobbling can be heard as several turkey hens flee, a large gobbler lay still in the snow with an arrow sticking out of its side.

  The snow crunches under their boots as they approach it. Katniss pulls out her arrow as Gale picks up the bird by its feet. “This is going to make a great Christmas dinner, Catnip.” 

  “Nope,” Katniss says, shaking her head. “That bird is going to make several meals for the next few weeks.”

  “But,” Gale tries, as he loops the turkey strap around its feet and neck.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll give you your share. You did help me track it, and now you can carry it.”

  “What about Christmas dinner tomorrow?” Gale asks as he lifts the strap over his shoulder.

  “I’m not wasting all that meat on one meal,” Katniss says as they start walking back to town. “I need to make sure we have food for the rest of the winter. Who knows when I’ll get a chance to hunt again.” 

  “Are you coming to our party tonight? You mom and sister are planning to be there. I heard them planning it with my mom.”

  “Nope. I’ve got to get a decent night sleep so I can come back out hunting in the morning.”

  “Come on, Catnip. The new government has given us tons of opportunities, better pay, more affordable food, better houses even. You don’t need to hunt every day. You really need to spend some time with your friends and family.”

  While it’s true that the new Panem government has provided better lives for all of Panem. After the war was over and President Snow was executed, a new government was created with representatives from each of the districts. Katniss still has a problem trusting that things won’t go back to the way they were before the revolution. 

  She and her family nearly died of starvation after her father died in a mine explosion. Ever since, she’s been very frugal with food and with money. Gale used to be as frugal as she is, but ever since he fell in love with Leevy Johnstone, he’s been different. She’s tired of the same old argument. 

  Her best client, Haymitch Abernathy was dead. Gone these past few months. He was a victor and a war hero, but no one paid him no mind because he kept people at a distance. Just like she tried to do. 

  He paid Katniss extra coin for good game meat on a regular basis. She missed the old drunk codger.  When he died not many people went to his funeral, only Katniss, Peeta Mellark, and the old Capitol Escort, Effie trinket attended. 

   “Let’s just get this turkey in cold storage so we can go into town to trade the rest of our haul,” Katniss gripes, ignoring his plea.

  After the oohs and aahs from her mother and sister over the turkey, and disappointment in their eyes from the news of Katniss’ plans for the turkey, she and Gale head to town to finish their trades. 

  With trading at the now legal hob, and other merchants in town complete, Katniss and Gale head to Mellark’s Bakery for their last stop of the day. Even though Seam folks are now welcome in the front of the bakery, trades are still conducted at the back door.

  Katniss climbs the steps to knock on the door, while Gale stands at the bottom of the steps digging around in his game bag for his trade. She wishes she could have gone to the bakery on her own, but Gale said he needs to get something too. 

  The youngest Mellark, Peeta answers the door. Peeta has been in charge of the bakery for four years now, after his two older brothers married girls who inherited their own family businesses. 

  “Merry Christmas, Katniss,” Peeta greets with a warm smile. “Are you here to trade?”

  Katniss is momentarily blinded by his warm easy smile. It always takes her a second to snap back into the moment. She really enjoys when they spend time after their trades chatting, but first there’s trading to do. She needs to stay focused. 

  “Yes I am here to trade,” she says as she holds up a pair of fat squirrels. 

  “You always get them through the eye,” Peeta says, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “She sure does,” Gale says as he walks up the steps behind her.

  Katniss clenches her jaw and levels Gale a shut up look. She needs a good sale. “I know how much you like squirrels, so I got an extra one for you, because I know tomorrow you’ll be closed. I wanted to make sure you have enough game meat to last you-" 

  "One day,” Peeta says, smiling, his blue eyes sparkling.

  Gale covers a laugh from behind her.

  “A lot can happen in one day,” Katniss defends. “Besides, you could always bring a dish to one of your brothers’ homes. I’m sure they could use the extra game meat. How many nephews do you have now?”

  “Two with one more on the way,” Peeta says brightly.

  “See I’m sure they could use the extra meat.”

  “Okay, hold on; let me get the bread for you and some coin for the extra meat.”

  “Perfect,” Katniss says, nodding.

  When her trade is done Gale steps up with a rabbit from his bag. “A small bag of cookies, please.” 

“Sure thing,” Peeta says, taking the rabbit into the kitchen.

  After Peeta leaves, Katniss gives Gale an incredulous look.

  “They’re a present for Posy,” Gale defends. “She’s really into the spirit of Christmas, especially the presents,” he says with a laugh.

  After Peeta returns with the bag of cookies, Gale tucks them into his game bag.

  Katniss and Gale turn to walk back down the steps, but Peeta speaks up before they get very far, “Hey, Katniss. Could I ask you something?”

  Kaniss looks back to Peeta, but he’s looking at Gale. 

  The two men seem to come to some kind of silent agreement and Gale says, “I’m going to head over to the sweet shop for more presents for Posy. I’ll meet you out front, Catnip.”

  Katniss is a bit stunned by their exchange, but shakes her head and walks back to Peeta. “What did you want to ask me?” she asks, hesitantly.

  Peeta stammers for a minute, “Would you, ah,” he rubs the back of his neck and looks down at his shoes before blurting out, “would you go out on a date with me?” He looks back up; his blue eyes plead for her answer as his cheeks turn red.

  “Oh, I-I don’t date,” Katniss stammers out before running down the steps. She runs down the alley between the shops and almost collides with Gale, who could not have made it to the sweet shop and back already.

   "You know you were cold toward Peeta,” Gale tells her.

  “I was not.”

  “Katniss, listen to me. that Merchant is decent folk and you treat him…”

  “Like what?” Katniss asks, narrowing her eyes.

  “Like that,” Gale points to her face. “You need to stop pushing people away. One day you’re going to find yourself all alone.” He walks away toward the sweet shop, shaking his head.

  Katniss brushes what Gale has to say aside. Just because he forgot what life is like when you don’t have enough food to eat, she’ll never forget. She heads toward home without him.

  “Come on, Katniss,” Prim begs from her seat at the dinner table. Her fingers tangled in the ribbon she’s trying to tie. “I need your help wrapping these gifts for the Hawthornes.” 

  “Sorry Prim,” Katniss replies from her spot on the floor. “I need to finish the fletching for my arrows. It’s supposed to be unseasonably warm tomorrow, so I can’t miss a day of hunting when I don’t know if I’ll get another break this winter.”

  Mrs. Everdeen sets the stew she’s been working to simmer and walks over to help Prim out, deftly tying the ribbon in a well-practiced bow.

  “Thanks mom,” Prim says, before turning back to Katniss.

  “But Katniss, tomorrow’s Christmas. You can’t spend the day hunting; you were out there all day today. What about presents?”

  Katniss sets down her work and looks up at her sister. “Prim, You’re eighteen now. You know we don’t need presents, right? It’s just a made-up holiday the new Capitol thrust upon us to get people to spend money on frivolous gifts nobody needs anyway. We can celebrate the new year next week, like always.”

  “That’s not true, Katniss. It’s not a made up holiday. We used to celebrate with daddy. Right mom?”

  “That’s right, Prim,” their mother agrees with a nod.

  “Well, that was a long time ago,” Katniss huffs. “Things have changed, if you haven’t noticed.

   “So you’re not coming to the party at the Hawthornes tonight?” Mrs. Everdeen asks as she ties the ribbon on the last gift.

  “Sorry, nope. I already told Gale I wasn’t coming. I’m going to get to bed as soon as I’m done here so I can head out at the break of dawn and spend all day in the woods,” Katniss explains.

  Prim turns back to her mother. “Mom, make her come with us, please.”

  “I can’t make her go, Prim,” Mrs. Everdeen says as she caresses Prim’s cheek. She heads back to her stew pot and begins to ladle several servings into a crock, leaving just enough in the pot for Katniss’ dinner. “Put the gifts in a sack, please. Katniss has a mind of her own, always has. If she doesn’t want to go, we can’t make her, but I think she’ll be missing out on some good fun.” Mrs. Everdeen looks over at Katniss with a pointed look.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Katniss says. “Someone needs to make sure we have food to eat around here.” And with that, the conversation is over. 

  Prim and Mrs. Everdeen head over to the Hawthorne’s home and Katniss cleans up her work, eats her stew, and heads off to bed.

  Chapter 2

  Katniss is startled awake by the sound of someone stumbling around in the kitchen. She looks across the room and sees Buttercup standing guard on the empty bed. Her mother and Prim are still at the party.

  It’s not unusual for a patient to show up for her mother in the middle of the night, but they don’t usually just walk right in. Katniss slips out of bed without making a sound, signaling to Buttercup to keep quiet, but he jumps off the bed and runs down the hall. Katniss grabs the large stick she keeps under her bed in case a critter gets in. It should take care of any unwanted human as well.

  She creeps out of the bedroom and avoids stepping on the creaky floorboard just past her mother’s bedroom. As she peeks around the doorframe into the kitchen she sees someone rifling through the kitchen cabinets.

  As she tip-toes up to the trespasser, silent as a mouse, she raises her weapon above her head with both hands. If she’s going to strike, she’s going to make sure she does some damage. She takes in a deep breath and the intruder must hear because he straightens up and begins to turn around.

  She hears the stranger say, “You don’t want to do that,” before she brings the club down with all her might. But it doesn’t make contact until it slams into the floor. She must have squeezed her eyes closed before swinging because she has to open them to see how she could have possibly missed at this short distance.

  She looks up and sees the transparent, smiling face of Haymitch Abernathy, District 12’s recently deceased victor. “Nice to see you too, Sweetheart. Got anything to drink around here?”

  Katniss stumbles back, dragging her club with her until the backs of her legs hit the armchair in the living room and she plops down. “H-h-how can you be here? You’re d-d-dead,” she sputters as she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around the useless weapon.

  “Yeah, I know,” he laments. “Thanks for coming to my funeral, by the way.”

  “Of course, you were one of my best customers,” Katniss answers. “What am I saying? Is this some kind of Capitol trick? How are you here? Why are you here?”

  “It’s no trick, Sweetheart,” Haymitch explains. “The dead who isolated themselves during their lifetime are forced to roam the earth alone. My penance is to warn others before it’s too late. You don’t want to end up like me.”

  “I’m not alone,” Katniss squeaks. “I have my sister, and my mother… I have friends.”

  “Sure Katniss. You have them now, but you keep pushing them away. In time, your sister will marry and move away, and your mother will die. Then what will you have?”

  Katniss opens her mouth to answer, but Haymitch raises his transparent hand to stop her. 

  “Don’t bother with the excuses, Sweetheart. I know them all. This is my warning to you. You will be visited by three more spirits tonight. Heed my warning, Katniss. Change your life before it’s too late.”

[jonghoshoe]

Kinktober day 1

Summary: Hongjoong is bored and horny, he figures if he’s gonna break a rule, he may as well drag someone down with him- and that someone is Yunho. 

Pairing: Yunho x Hongjoong

Word Count: 1k+

Content warnings: NSFW, Frottage, Hand kink, Size kink (in both directions), some mild cum-play, cum eating, mentions of fisting, a very brief handjob towards the end, they take turns power bottoming, two pathetic bottoms dicking around ngl. 

(If I forgot something to warn abt pls let me know)

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Hongjoong, is, bored.

He’s not usually this bored, but they had a single stage today and nothing else and it really didn’t take as much time out of the day as expected. It was in the morning, they got back around noon, they have no photoshoots or music videos to work on. The rest of the day is free but nobody had planned anything. 

Some of the members went out for lunch together- he can’t remember who. And Hongjoong would usually be taking this free time to work on music of any kind, whether that means composing or he’s just writing.

The problem though, is he’s also incredibly horny.

And since Y/N insists on having a normal job so they don’t feel like they mooch off the group, and the only doms in the group are out or sleeping, Hongjoong is in a bit of a predicament. 

Which is how Hongjoong has found himself lingering outside the door to the room Yunho is in, he knows they’re not supposed to get off without Y/N, but Yunho is almost as needy as Hongjoong is, and he’s sure that he can get the boy on his side if he pesters him enough.

So, he walks right in and flops down on the bed beside Yunho, who looks to just be on his phone.

‘’Yunnieeeee.’’ Hongjoong drawls, turning onto his side and looking at his companion with the best puppy eyes he can muster.

‘’I know that look, what rule are you trying to make me break this time?’’

Hongjoong huffs, he really doesn’t do it that often, Yunho is just boring and always follows the rules!

Sitting up, Hongjoong swings his leg over the others hip, crossing his arms in a pout once he’s seated. ‘’Well excuse me for being horny! Everyone else is out or asleep and Y/N hasn’t been here in like- a week!’’ He complains, locking eyes with Yunho who’s noticeably changed in demeanour since a minute ago.

‘’Well- what do you want me to do about it? You know the rule.’’ Yunho whines, sitting up from where he was laying as he runs his hands over Hongjoongs thighs to the sides of him. 

‘’I also know that rules are made to be broken! Besides- If we hide the evidence then nobody ever has to know!’’ Hongjoong points out, Now impatiently wriggling on the spot. ‘’C’mooooon Yuyu! Just this once!’’

Yunho stiffens up at the movements, his grip on Hongjoongs thighs tightening as the smaller moans at the touch. 

‘’Y-you know I can’t! I have to be good!’’

‘’Nobody knows you weren’t good if they don’t find out! Pretty pleeeease?’’

Yunho huffs, ‘’And what do you plan that we do then? I can’t dom to save my life and your dick is too small for me!’’

Hongjoong gasps in fake offense, ‘’Rude, not my fault you’re a size queen that could probably fit a whole arm up there.’’ he shoots back.

‘’I did actually- almost fit two but the lube ran out.’’ Yunho mumbles. 

Hongjoong is quiet for a second, taken aback by the statement.

‘’Well, toys are out of the question because we’d definitely be seen getting them. And everyone would notice if the lube is missing- Oh! Idea!!’’ Hongjoong announces with a yell, jumping up and down where he still sits on Yunho.

With a broken groan Yunho grabs tightly at Hongjoongs hips to still him, ‘’What’s the bright idea then?’’

‘’Let’s just like- rut against eachother.’’

Yunho sits there in silence, mouth agape as he blinks, unable to form a response- what can he respond to that with? Aside from the enthusiastic twitch of his dick, which most definitely is betraying him right now. 

‘’Why do you look so shocked? We’re already Y/Ns pups, we can’t exactly be blamed for acting like ones.’’ 

Yunho gasps when Hongjoong punctuates his sentence with a rock of his hips, grip tightening to make him stop, but accidentally pushing Hongjoong right on top of his dick. ‘’F-fine! But you’re cleaning up!’’

Hongjoong grins and bends down, saying a quick thanks before he’s smashing their lips together. 

Yunho moans at the action, hands grabbing helplessly at Hongjoongs back as the smaller begins rutting against him, a quiet whimper escapes him when Hongjoong takes the lead in the kiss, tongue jutting around haphazardly along with his irregular movements.

Hongjoong whines when Yunhos hands come down to grab at his thighs, nearly engulfing them whole with their sheer size. His wonder at the size of Yunhos hands is interrupted when said hands are used to roughly maneuver Hongjoong into a different position, a firm hold on one of his thighs as Yunho moves him slightly to the side so he’s now sitting atop Yunhos thigh. 

Hongjoong barely fits both his legs over the one thigh without an uncomfortable stretch, and he swears his brain just fucking short-circuits at the action. 

Hongjoong lets out a garbled moan as his back arches, his clothed cock pressing further against Yunhos thigh as he keens at the sensation, ‘’F-fuck Yuyu-’’ Hongjoong pants out, ‘’I fucking- I’m not gonna last if you keep using those huge fucking hands of yours.’ He whines, grinding down harder on Yunhos thigh, the movement making his knee press against his clothed cock.

Yunho groans and grabs at Hongjoongs thighs, pulling downwards so he can get more friction too, ‘’I-if you cum first aH- y-you’d better not leave me ha- aAH-’’ he moans, barely able to make a coherent sentence. 

Hongjoong nods as he whines, movements not stopping as he falls forward onto Yunhos chest, hands snaking under his shirt to claw at his back as the mixed moans fill the room, Hongjoongs breathy moans and whines bringing Yunho closer to the edge. 

‘’H-hey wait-’’ He pants out, lifting Hongjoong off of him by his hips as the elder groans at the action, trying to balance himself on his knees when he’s let down again. He looks at Yunho with an annoyed glare, the desperation behind it is obvious.

Yunho clumsily begins trying to undo their pants, finding the buttons too difficult he just settles for yanking them down just enough to free their cocks.

They both keen at the sight of them, Hongjoong’s barely as long as Yunhos is wide.

‘’Fuck- Yuyu hurry up-!’’ Hongjoong whimpers, pressing himself back down onto Yunhos thigh as he begins rutting again, drooling at the feeling of their cocks rubbing against eachother. 

Yunho whines as he obliges, a hand wrapping around both cocks as he begins to work at them, quickly abandoning that idea in favour of bucking up into the hold, moving Hongjoong with him as he does.

He gapes in awe at the sight, having to be mindful not to be too harsh with his movements so Hongjoong doesn’t slip out of his grasp. ‘’F-fuck hyung-’’ He whines, ‘’L-look at that- I-i can barely ho-hold your co-cock-’’ he pants, gasping in surprise when Hongjoong cums with a shout, landing all over Yunhos hand and cock. He groans and continues his ministrations before he’s stopped by Hongjoong. 

‘’W-wait’’ 

Yunho is barely cognizant enough to let out a noise of confusion, looking on with teary eyes as Hongjoong pulls himself up and off of Yunho, pushing him back a bit before he bends down, taking the fingers of one of Yunhos cum covered hand and sucking on them with a groan as he wraps both his small hands around Yunhos cock, the taller gasping in surprise at the actions. 

Hongjoong flicks his tongue around the fingers in his mouth, licking in-between them so he can lap up every last bit of cum. Hongjoongs eyes roll back into his head and he whimpers when the rest of Yunhos fingers press into his cheeks as he tries to ground himself, proving unsuccessful as he cums with a moan not a moment later, Covering Hongjoongs hands and even shooting high enough to hit the underside of his chin.

Yunho lays there, panting and in a daze as Hongjoong pulls away from Yunhos hand in his mouth, re-focusing his attention on cleaning his own hands, Yunho letting out a broken whimper when he meets Hongjoongs eyes as the smaller licks and sucks his cum from his hands. 

Hongjoong giggles and leans down to kiss Yunho, the both of them moaning as they taste his cum.

Hongjoong pulls away with a lazy grin on his face, turning to confusion when Yunhos hands come to graze the underside of his chin, he whines quietly when Yunho puts his fingers in Hongjoongs mouth, the scraped off remnants of Yunhos cum invading his senses.

Yunho pulls his hand away after a minute, silently staring at Hongjoong before they share a laugh.

‘’We’re so fucked, aren’t we?’’

‘’Definitely, there’s no way we weren’t heard.’’

‘’Mmh, I think you’re just a glutton for punishment.’’

‘’Okay goody two shoes.’’

[feminaexlux]

Branded

It’s the @lukanette-exchange fic! After a long while it’s here!! @kingsglaivian I hope you enjoy! Also thanks to LBSC and @quickspinner in particular for finding the cool soulmark prompt lol

I am super, super excited to share this with you!

Original prompts: “childhood friends AU, soulmate AU, and an AU of the exchangee's choice.”

∴

It’d been just a few minutes after they first met when she first wrote her name on him.

She had come closer and stared over his shoulder when she saw he’d been drawing something. Was it a drawing? It looked like he had been drawing circles on a bunch of lines. Oh, Maman had showed her how music was written, it was music! “Hi! Are you drawing music?” She had asked cheerfully.

The boy had startled, apparently not having seen Marinette earlier. His pencil had marked across the entire page. “Aah!”

“Oh no!” Marinette whined. “You messed up!”

“Y-you made me do that,” he frowned. “You scared me.”

“Are you drawing music?” Marinette continued asking.

“Oh, yeah, yeah I am,” he said, turning the pencil around and erasing the errant mark. “I think about music all the time.”

“So what does that mean?” she asked, poking at his paper.

“That’s uh… that's…” he thought a bit. “I think that’s D and the next one is F and another D but this one’s higher. It’s a song from a video game.”

“You play video games?! Papa and I play games too!”

They talked back and forth about a bunch of different little things and he completely forgot what he’d been doing. Then it got to the point where Marinette had pulled out one of her markers and started writing her name on his arm. “– and if stays tomorrow it means you found your true love!” Marinette smiled up at the boy she’d been talking to. He looked like he was a few years older. Maybe he was even 10? Maybe he was younger, he looked really kinda small to be 10.

She was at the playground next to her family’s bakery. She’d been running around and playing with a few other kids there, but she saw this one boy sitting by a tree in the shade. He looked like he was alone and Marinette wondered if he’d been bullied. She knew what that was like, even at the tender age of 5. But it was easy to talk to this boy, he was much less Crazy Mean Boy than Kim was. He was more like Nino! And Nino was nice.

“Is that your name?” the boy asked, staring at her neatly written letters. “Marinette?”

“Yeah!”

“So if it stays tomorrow you’re my true love?” He asked, confused. “Mom told me that writing names on other people is bad… But why?”

“Maman and Papa have their names on each other’s arms,” Marinette said. “It’s not bad! Oh but you have to draw over it ‘cause it’s important that you do it,” Marinette added.

“Why?”

“It’s important,” she clarified. It looked like he was going to keep asking why until his mom called out.

“Ay laddie, it’s time to go,” a lady with a long braid said in their general direction. She had a girl on her hip and was walking over to the boy. “Why hello there lass, are ye makin’ friends with me boy?”

“I’m Marinette,” she said up to the lady. She wasn’t Lass, she wanted to say.

Marinette saw the boy quickly pull down his sleeves from his hoodie to hide her name. “Itwasnicetomeetyoubye,” he said quickly, before Marinette could whine about him hiding her name. He ran away to hold onto his mom’s hand. “Let’s go mom,” he continued, pulling his mom away in a slightly embarrassed fashion.

“Don’t ye want to say farewell? We won’t be ashore fer a while son.” Well, she didn’t know at the time he had wanted to run away and hide so the nice new girl wouldn’t be weirded out by his mom like most people were.

“See you tomorrow!” Marinette yelled after him.

She didn’t.

∴

It’d been just a few days after they first met.

Luka scrubbed and scrubbed at the M on his wrist but it wasn’t coming out. He’d scrubbed himself raw at the sink, his flesh feeling tender and his skin close to bleeding. He’d written over the girl’s marker with a pen a few days ago, idly curious if the mark would stay. At least he’d written over just the M, thinking about the nice girl who’d been curious about him.

“Luka?” He heard his mom call out. No, no, no. It wasn’t coming out and his mom would see it and she’d freak out and he’d have to make an excuse or find some of her makeup or something. He’d been told to take off his hoodie by… that man and so he ran back to the bathroom to try to do something about the M on his wrist.

Anarka opened the door. “Luka, my boy what are ye–” Oh no oh no she saw the mark. He put his hands back in the sink and kept scrubbing, starting to cry. “Luka what…” His mom started, initially alarmed and then… and then she came over to hug him.

“Mom what do I do?” He cried. “It’s not coming out!”

“Who'd… no, it doesn’t matter. Luka stop doing that, it’s not going to come out. It doesn’t, lad.” His mom took his hands from the sink and started to dry them. “It stays no matter how hard ye try to get rid o’ it.” She spoke to him with the rare moment of solemnity. “Ye'e been Branded, and there’s nothin we can do about it.”

“I don’t wanna be Branded!” he wailed.

In a quiet, heated hiss Anarka whispered “This is why I told ye to never write names on yerself!” She looked at her son crying and sighed, shaking her head. Luka would realize later she’d been more disappointed in herself that she’d let him get Branded like he did. She thought she warned him, but how could she blame him for something no one ever thought would happen at 7 years old?

Who finds their soulmate at 7?

But it’d be a shackle for the rest of his life. Luka would grow up wondering if this M would ever be part of his life again, whether M would even want to be his partner. If he did find someone else to be his partner, they’d wonder if they’d ever be loved like whoever this M was. “Here,” Anarka sighed. “Ye can’t get rid of that Luka. But ye can cover it. Forget about it now, lad,” she said gently, taking off the wide leather cuff she had on that had covered her own Brand. “This 'ere’s yers now. I’ll get ye all freshened up. Granpa’s waitin for us,” Anarka said, pasting on a fake smile.

Luka hated that man. He was angry and hateful and mean, but Anarka had wanted to see her own Ma again, to have her Ma help guide Anarka in the raising of two children Anarka never originally planned to have. Granma was nice. But Granpa? No. Luka swore to himself he’d never be like Granpa.

His mom put the cuff around Luka’s Brand, looping twice to fit the small wrist better. “All covered up now. Is that fitting, Luka?” He nodded, staring at the “S” on his mom’s wrist.

“Was… that dad?” Luka asked, pointing at the Brand.

Anarka laughed. “It stands for Scotland,” she said lightly. “It stands for the Sea. It’s not yer da, no,” Anarka lied.

∴

It’d been a few weeks since Marinette met Adrien Agreste.

She’d been convinced Adrien was her True Love, and was continually disappointed every morning when his name disappeared off of her arm. “Tikki, it disappeared again,” Marinette sighed.

Tikki shrugged. “Maybe he’s not ready?” The Kwami had seen this before. The Brands were a form of magic that humans had that linked two souls together, signaling that they’d found their soul’s mate. A person would have to write another’s True Name on themselves somewhere, and it would disappear at sunrise if it wasn’t meant to be. Sometimes, though, it depended on if the other person was even capable of loving back. A Brand that had disappeared earlier might “take” later, when the soulmate was ready.

Tikki wasn’t sure if it was a good thing for Marinette that Adrien wasn’t capable of loving Marinette back yet. Maybe Adrien had a different name? The kwami wasn’t going to put forth the suggestion that it might not be Adrien at all. Marinette seemed convinced, and Tikki knew better than to doubt her bearers.

Marinette’s parents proudly wore the names they had on their arms, a very simple “Tom” on Sabine’s wrist and a beautifully formed script of “Sabine” scrawled across Tom’s massive forearm. Of course it simply encouraged Marinette into writing several names on her own arms throughout the years, even if most people found writing names on themselves taboo.

Recently, though, it’d just been Adrien’s.

None of the attempts ever stuck.

“It’ll happen one day!” Tikki said cheerfully. “I believe that you’ll find your soulmate one day. But right now you should get ready for school!”

∴

It’d been a few months after Juleka showed him that the picture curse was broken that he met the girl that’d been able to break it.

“I’m Ma-ma-ma-Marinette!”

He’d laughed a little and it hurt her feelings. Good job, Luka, that was a great first impression. Luckily he was able to apologize and smooth it over.

It tickled him, just a little bit, that he’d met another “M” in his life that he actually ended up liking. He ended up liking her a whole lot, which… ultimately kinda sucked because she’d been interested in someone else. Well, that was alright. He’d been used to the idea that he’d never find “the one” since he technically already had and lost them so many years ago.

But this one? This “M”? She was pretty cool and he found himself more interested than he’d ever been in anyone before.

There’d been one other “M” in his life a couple of years ago before his mom decided to move them all back to France, and Paris in particular. Her name had been Meryl and she was a pretty awesome girl, but she’d been several years older and already in University. She’d still given Luka some attention though, apparently finding it cute that she had a boy doting on her like he did. She was nice and she said he’d look good with some blue in his hair, and it’d been the last thing she said to him before she found herself her own soulmate. It hadn’t been Luka, of course.

He’d gotten into a fight with Granpa over his hair after Luka had dyed it. Juleka joined him by dying her hair purple. Anarka had finally had enough of her and her kids being put down and said she was going to go back “home”. It’d been a hard conversation with Granpa, but after Granma had passed Anarka and her kids had little reason to stick around in their Scottish family house. Anarka’s little wildlings were less little, and Juleka and Luka were both in their tweens to teens, largely old enough to handle themselves now.

Anarka had found some nearly-derelict fishing barge and spent a few weeks with her kids fixing up the ship, making it their new house, and they left Scotland as soon as they could. She sailed the newly christened Liberty back into Parisian waters, claiming the Seine as her new home. She gave a little wink to Luka, a nod to the new “S” in Anarka’s life that her Brand now represented.

It’d been good to see his mom coming back into her old self, the wild, chaotic, free spirit that she’d always been. He was no longer embarrassed of her like he’d been so many years ago. And he had to be honest to himself, the boat wasn’t the first choice he’d make in having a place to come home to, but something about Paris just felt right.

Juleka had been feeling better too. The younger Couffaines had been under their Granpa’s oppressive shadow for too long. And now they were slowly discovering more of themselves over time.

Rose was one of the first friends Juleka had made after coming back to Paris a few years ago, and they were “best friends” since. Today, Juleka showed him a neatly written “Rose” in a flourishing script on the back of her right hand. Juleka apparently hadn’t minded getting the Brand at all. “Marinette did this too,” Juleka smiled. “She’s been drawing names for people who ask. It’s so cool,” Juleka mumbled.

“She’s amazing,” Luka said out loud. Jules gave him a look and even he couldn’t figure out what it meant. “What?”

“She’s got eyes on Adrien, you know.”

“I’ve heard your schemes, I know.”

“I’m on team Adrienette.”

“Alright.”

“She deserves to be happy.”

“Sounds good.”

“It’d be weird if you two dated, anyway.”

“But we’re not dating. She doesn’t seem to notice me.”

Jules frowned at that and grumbled something that sounded to Luka like “she notices and it’s weird.”

He thought to himself, Not where it matters.

∴

It’d been a year since Adrien lost his mother, and Marinette finally said the words “I love you” to him.

Yes, it was a video recording and yes, Felix had apparently gone through and deleted it before Adrien ever got to see it, but she’d done it! She’d done the thing! She could do it again! It had to be easier the second time, right? The second… time.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it. It’d been nearly a full year of her attempting Adrien’s name on her arm, and nothing changed. She’d stayed up and watched it fade out when the sunlight hit it during a few fitful mornings. She wrote his name so often it stopped looking like a word and more like a familiar pattern. Just shapes and no meaning.

Marinette had tried out a few different names over the year as well, just so she’d be certain… in a slightly unsettling way. She kept it discreet, writing on her ankle or in another place easy to cover up in case it was… taking. She’d written “Nathaniel”, once. It disappeared. She’d written “Chat Noir” and nearly sighed in relief (and maybe deep down in slight surprise) when it disappeared. Not that it was his real name anyway.

She’d secretly tried “Nino” once, even though he and Alya had gotten together. It hadn’t stuck. Nino and Alya hadn’t asked for Marinette to write each other’s names down, and maybe… maybe that was actually healthy? Like they didn’t need any external validation in order to really enjoy time spent with each other.

There might have been a lesson in that.

She tried “Kim” and “Wayhem” and “Theo”, even though the last one kinda creeped her out a bit. She tried “Kagami.” Nothing stuck.

There was still one name she hadn’t tried but… but she’d been absolutely terrified of it. Luka had more or less admitted to the world at large that he loved her after he’d gotten akumatized. There’d been genuine affection that was unfiltered, unbiased, uninfluenced by whatever the magic was that made names stay on people. He didn’t seem to mind that she was so, so into Adrien. Even if she wasn’t his soulmate, he’d love her.

S-So she’d be able to do that for Adrien! Yes, that made sense. Yes, that soulmate stuff was all kid fantasy anyway. Even if it was demonstratively real.

But if Adrien found his soulmate and it wasn’t Marinette… what was she supposed to do? Just step out of the way?

∴

It’d been a decade since Marinette and Luka first met except neither remembered that first time when they were young children, even if they’d been in the same place: the park nearby the bakery.

He’d held onto her as she broke down crying about the heartbreak and how tired she was. Luka told her he’d listen and be there and hadn’t lied about any of it. It was why she chose to sit next to him after letting her infatuation go and stepping out of the way for Kagami, watching Adrien and Kagami have their Sweetheart’s ice cream together like it was always meant to be Adrien and Kagami instead of Adrien and Marinette.

Marinette chose to sit next to Luka instead of going home.

She went to bed that night deciding that the whole names and soulmates and True Love thing was just a big huge distraction from what she really needed to focus on, which was getting through school, defeating Hawkmoth, and getting her name out there as an up and coming Fashion Designer!

It lasted all of 3 days until she finally gave into her curiosity and wrote an L in the crook of her left arm before going to bed. She really had meant to write out the rest of his name, but then her phone buzzed and there’d been an akuma alert. She sighed and rolled into action.

Her Lucky Charm gave her a guitar pick. That was a little too on-the-nose, Tikki? Ladybug zipped over to the Liberty, somehow not surprised that Luka was still up and leaning against the Liberty to overlook the Seine, looking cool and thoughtful. Actually, scratch that. He looked a little haggard and worried, and he’d been expecting to see Ladybug. Well, at least it meant she didn’t have to go in and wake him up.

“… you must return the Miraculous after…” Ladybug trailed off, noticing as Luka reached out to take the bracelet that he hadn’t been wearing any of the normal… accessories he chose to wear most of the time, most notably the leather cuff he usually had on. Something bothered her and she caught his hand before he touched the bracelet. She turned his right hand over and looked at the pen mark on his wrist. “Is that an M or an E?”

Luka pulled back his hand immediately, embarrassed. “An… M,” he said reluctantly.

Then Ladybug remembered it’d been incredibly rude of her to ask. “Oh, I’m so sorry I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It's… been 10 years since I got that, I don’t even remember much about it,” he shrugged.

Ladybug smiled, biting back a sudden urge to scream, and offered Luka the snake Miraculous again. “If you agree… I’d like your help, Luka.”

Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Viperion were able to save the night and have everyone able to go to bed on time. She picked the Miraculous back up from Viperion, who seemed to be confused the akuma victim wasn’t who he’d expected it to be. “Anything wrong, Luka?”

“No… no, I’m glad I was able to help. I’m okay,” he said, clearly still a bit frazzled. Ladybug furrowed her eyebrows at him and he eventually sighed. “I guess I’m worried about a… friend. She’d been going through a lot so I’d been… I’d been waiting to see if she’d either call me or… or God, I don’t know,” he laughed, a little bit in disbelief. “I almost thought she’d been akumatized tonight. I’m so glad it wasn’t her. But it kinda makes me feel like crap for even thinking that.”

“It’s kind to be worried about your friend. W-Which friend by the way?” Ladybug asked. “I could pay her a visit if you’d like?”

“I don’t know if she’d appreciate that, actually,” he sighed. “She can kill me later if she wants, but yeah it’d be great if you’d check up on her. It’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Instead of being worried that Luka was worried over her, she asked “Is she your M?” Ladybug got blindsided by her own question, but she only felt the impact and implication after she asked it. “Oh no, no, I’m so sorry I’ve been so rude.”

He blew out a breath. “I wish,” he mumbled. “I don’t know,” he said, his tiredness making him slightly more obvious about being miserable. “I guess I could know for sure by writing out her name.” That was said like he had been convinced it’d disappear…

“I’m pretty good at writing out names. If you want I could write… the rest of her name out on your arm?” Ladybug offered impulsively.

“… Sure,” he agreed. He watched her as she grabbed a nearby marker and wrote out Marinette on his arm. “Wow, that… looks pretty dead on to her signature.”

“Pfft,” Ladybug laughed. “That’d be the worst identity reveal ever. Marinette’s signed a few things for me too, I’ll have you know.”

“You might have a future in crime with your forging skills if you ever decide to stop being a hero,” Luka chuckled.

“I’ll stick to saving Paris, don’t worry,” Ladybug giggled. “You do have to write over it yourself if you want it to stay. I mean… if she is… you know…”

Luka nodded. “I know. Probably a long shot. Thanks,” he said.

“I’ll check up on her. Thank you for caring, Luka,” Ladybug smiled. “And you know, I’ve got a good feeling about this one,” she said quietly, biting her lip while tapping his arm. “I’ll be off. Have a good night, 'Bug out!”

Ladybug landed in her bed and detransformed. Tikki floated back to her little nesting spot while the kwami watched Marinette pull out her phone.

hey luka just got a visit from LB! thanks for thinking of me

Marinette looked down into the crook of her arm, grabbing a marker and filling out the rest of Luka’s name. She’d recognized that M on his arm.

Had it really been 10 years when she first met him? It was kind of funny that she didn’t remember until now. He hadn’t given his name back then but she remembered the disappointment the next day when her new friend didn’t show.

Had it really been a whole year of writing… the wrong name on herself?

It’d been months since Luka told her she’d been the melody in his head. Months.

And she had spent a week in heartbreak over the wrong boy.

It’d just been a few days since she decided she was going to let Adrien go. And she found her soulmate after that? How lucky was she? Marinette looked up at the sleeping Tikki and squinted suspiciously. Maybe she was Lucky™, except that she had apparently met Luka when she was 5.

Marinette stared at her phone, watching the minutes go by. She wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight.

The sun rose after an agonizingly boring time of rolling back and forth in her bed, too excited to go to sleep but too tired to do anything productive. She kept checking the name on her arm and it’d still been there all throughout the night, but now at first light… she was… scared. She closed her eyes and covered her head with her pillow, half dreading what she’d see if she looked down at her left arm where she wrote his name.

“It’ll be there,” she said to herself, feeling more certain of that than anything. The warmth of sunlight hit her left arm. She lifted the pillow off of her face but kept her eyes closed. Slowly she opened one eye.

His name was still there. “It’s you,” she whispered, feeling the tears fall from her eyes.

She launched herself out of bed, turning into a little hurricane of activity. She threw her jacket on and ran downstairs, kissing her Maman and Papa on the cheek and telling them she’d be out for a while. They’d been too surprised to see her up at the crack of dawn to complain much, just insisting that she take her phone with her and that she wear proper shoes.

She ran down to the subway entrance and guessed the nearest station where Liberty would be moored, taking the subway train there. She emerged from an entrance about 10 minutes later, ignoring the confused looks the other commuters shot her since she’d been a mess of pigtails and pajamas. She ran toward the Liberty, climbed up and leapt over the railing onto the ship when she saw that the gangplank wasn’t extended.

“Marinette!” she heard Luka’s alarmed shout. She knew he’d be up. She knew it! He ran over to her. “What the heck–” He’d been wearing a different hoodie, a long sleeved one that covered up both his arms. She frowned at him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.

“You’re up early,” she said.

“S-So are you! And you’re-you’re here? What’s wrong?” His voice had dropped from a high pitched panic to his deeper, concerned tone in the span of two words.

She took off her jacket and extended her left arm. She saw him flush but start pulling up his hoodie from the hem, taking it off and tossing it aside. He turned his right palm up to show her the name written across his forearm.

Their names had stayed. He breathed out. “Did Ladyb–” She cut him off, her hands on either side of his face to pull him down, planting a kiss on his lips. They pulled back a second after, looking at one another in surprise.

“It’s you,” she said, resting her forehead against his shoulder. To be honest she’d been embarrassed that she’d just kissed him in the disheveled state she was in, having left to see him as soon as she got out of bed, but she felt giddy and… right.

He pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her to hug her tight. “And… it’s you.”

[bluerosewritings]

Tarts and Kisses | Riddle x Fem!Reader

[Originally posted on “The Heart Mirror” on Wattpad]

Riddle stared at his phone, biting his lip. The red head wasn't usually one for late nights - if things were going his way, he would have finished going over his notes half an hour ago and would now be sleeping. Unfortunately, things were not going his way.

Because of rule 373 of the Queen of Hearts - 'if one is unable to be near the person of their affection, they must partake in a form of communication at the 9th hour of the 5th night' - the two of you always called each other at nine o'clock every Friday. The two of you had also decided to alternate who called who each week, this week being your turn to call.

Yet you hadn't called.

At first, Riddle had brushed it off as you being distracted. Sure, he was a little annoyed that you hadn't properly adhered to the rules, but whenever you hadn't in the past you usually had a proper reason.

So when Riddle watched the clock hit ten, he began to worry. Surely you wouldn't have taken this long to call? As menial as the calls were, you'd told him often how you "loved just hearing his voice". Maybe you fell asleep? But wouldn't you have told him how tired you were?

Unable to take it any longer, Riddle left his room. As he passed by the dorm lounge, he caught a glimpse of Trey out the corner of his eye.

"You're back late, Trey," Riddle said, slowing down his pace, "are you finished with the food for tomorrow's Unbirthday Party?"

"Hmm? Oh, Riddle. Thought you'd be asleep by now." Trey replied.

"Unfortunately, no. I'm on my way to check on (y/n)," Riddle frowned, "she missed our Friday call, and I... need to make sure that she has a proper reason."

Trey smiled, knowing how soft Riddle could be when it came to enforcing rules on you. Then realisation dawned on him.

"Ah, Riddle, she won't be in her dorm," Trey explained, "I asked her to help me with the last of the Unbirthday Party food, but we had an accident... nothing major. But it probably distracted her."

"I see... thank you, Trey. Make sure nothing happens while I'm gone."

"W-Wait, Riddle...!"

—

You pushed the tart to the back of the fridge. After closing the door, you looked over at the other treats lined up on the cafeteria kitchen's windowsill. Trey had said that they would be better there instead of the fridge.

Next, you walked over to the oven and peered at the tray of cookies. Rows of hearts, spades, clovers, diamonds and roses were hardening nicely from what you could tell. Since you'd left them until last, Trey had said to just let them cool and he'd ice them in the morning. That just left...

You turned around and grimaced. The giant pile of flour and the wrapping they exploded from taunted you. Where did they keep the broom again...?

Before you could begin your search, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your body. You turned around to see who it was only to have a pair of lips crash against yours mid-turn.

At first you panicked, then your eyes noticed a familiar heart-shaped cowlick. Relieved, you relax into the kiss, wrapping your own arms around your boyfriend. When you sadly pull apart, Riddle presses a kiss on your cheek. You smile and nuzzle your face into his neck, allowing him to press a third kiss on the top of your head.

"You worried me." Riddle mumbled, stroking the back of your head.

"Worried?" You frowned. "Why?"

Riddle sighed. "(y/n), it's nearly 11."

"Wait, what?" You pulled away from the hug and went over to your bag. Once you fished your phone out, you cringed at the time on the display. "Oh, Riddle, I'm so sorry..."

"As you had a genuine reason, I'll let you off the hook this time," Riddle said kissing your other cheek, "however, next time it'll be off with your head. Understand?"

You giggled. "Yes, my Queen."

Before you could lean in for another, the oven timer went off. Remembering the cookies, you cursed and grabbed the oven mitts.

Riddle watches as you start unloading the cookies onto a cooling tray, his eyes brightening with amusement as you start moving the rose-shaped ones.

"Did you do these one?" He asks.

"That obvious?" You chuckle, feeling your cheeks light up slightly.

Riddle shakes his head, smiling. "We don't usually have rose-shaped cookies for the Unbirthday Party, so I figured you must have thought of it instead of Trey. They're cute."

"T-Thanks." You stammer.

You push the rack backwards towards the rest of the treats. Riddle takes the oven mitts off you and puts them away as you make room for all of them.

"Is everything meant to be on the side?" Riddle asks when he's back by your side.

You nod. "Trey said only the tarts had to go in the fridge. Everything else was better off on the side to cool - I was just making sure the cookies were easy to reach, since they need to be iced in the morning..."

Riddle hums in response. "If you want, I could help you move everything to Heartslabyul. That way-"

"No!" Riddle looks at you, confused. "I-I mean, I don't wanna risk dropping anything! Since, y'know, w-we won't have any time to remake it..."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded quickly.

"Very well..." He said, not full believing you but deciding not to push it. Maybe you were just tired.

You sighed in relief. Riddle already seeing the rose cookies was already a bit of a let down, but as long as he didn't see what was in the fridge, it wasn't all for nothing.

Your eyes caught sight of the flour pile again. "Oh, shoot, I forgot about that... Riddle, do you know where they keep the cleaning broom?"

Riddle followed your line of vision and saw the pile. It was almost up to his ankles, with parts of their bags sticking out. This must of been the accident Trey was talking about - flour bags all exploding on the ground.

He took a look at your face and decided it was best not to ask. Now that he got a good look at you, there were bags under your eyes. You really were tired.

"Allow me." Taking out his magic pen, Riddle chanted a short spell.

The flour and paper bags lifted off the floor. With another flick of his wrist, two of the bins opened and the levitating items sorted themselves into them.

You let out a sigh of relief and kissed your boyfriend's cheek. "Thanks. I really didn't want to deal with that..."

Riddle chuckled, catching your hand in his. "I could tell. Was there anything else? Or can I walk you back to your dorm now?"

"You may." You say with a smile.

You threaded your fingers between his as the two of you set off. While you tried to listen to what you boyfriend was telling you, a mix of tiredness and thoughts of tomorrow were making it near impossible. Even as you kissed Riddle goodnight and waved him off, all you could think about was his future smile at your present.

—

The horns sounded off. "Our great leader! The Crimson Ruler! Announcing Dorm Head Riddle!"

"Dorm Head Riddle! Hip hip hooray!"

He really did look like royalty, you thought, watching Riddle walk down to the head table, crown balanced on his head and cape fluttering behind him. As according to the laws of the Queen of Hearts, Trey as vice dorm leader was to his left and you as his girlfriend were to his right. Not wanting to risk any chance of him seeing your gift, you shifted your legs slightly to block the bag as best as you could, Riddle luckily being too preoccupied with checking the decorations to notice your fidgeting.

"You all have your teacups?" Cater nudged you and you quickly grabbed your teacup's handle. "Today is nobody's birthday, so to this Unbirthday Party! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Rang out across the field.

You took a sip - earl grey for this month - and looked over at Riddle. His gaze was directed towards the selection of tarts Trey had made; berries and cream, raspberry almond crumb, brown butter apple. You saw the flicker of confusion in his eyes. Figuring now was the perfect time, you placed down your cup.

You pulled the bag onto your lap. "Riddle?"

Riddle turned to you. "Yes?"

Surprise lit up his face when you emptied the bag. Carefully, you held out a strawberry tart towards him. The tart was slightly smaller than the others, with the strawberry slices carefully arranged into the shape of a heart.

"Sorry if I seemed a little off yesterday," you said as he takes the tart off you, "I just didn't want you to find out. You're always so kind to me, helping me out even when we weren't dating... I wanted to do something for you in return."

A soft smile grew on Riddle's face. You swear you could feel your heart jump out of your chest when you two made eye contact, the adoration in his eyes making you melt. The kiss he pressed against your cheek didn't help.

"Thank you." Riddle seemed to whisper in your ear.

Riddle pulled away and placed the tart on a plate. Carefully, he took out a knife and cut out a slice, placing it on his plate.

"Shouldn't Ace do that for you?" You asked, remembering the Queen of Hearts rule 41.

"I'd rather do it myself." Riddle replied, prompting a small blush grew on your cheeks.

While Riddle tried to keep his adult composure, inside he was like a gleeful child. Cutting away part of the tart, Riddle couldn't stop his heart rate growing at the thought of you making this especially for him. It tasted different from Trey's - a little heavier, but somehow sweeter. So sweet. It was addicting.

He glanced over at you. You were watching him nervously, smiling when he caught your eye. Spearing another part of the tart, he brought it to your lips.

"Say 'aah'." Riddle wasn't usually one for public affection, but he felt it was only right to share the tart with you. The red glow on your face was nice too.

The tart hadn't tasted exactly how you thought it would, but watching Riddle immediately return to finish off the slice before cutting off another. As he offered you another taste, you wondered if Trey would let you help with baking again.

[koko-bopp]

Long Wait

park jimin x male!reader

word count – 5.9K

genre – SMUT | soft-angst-fluff

warning(s) – TOP!reader, BOTTOM!jimin, Daddy kink, dressing room sex, passionate sex, fingering, Tinnie tiny ittie bittie little bit of angst.

synopsis – first of all, highly appreciate the requester for using 'mate' ilysm. Also, I'm so fucking sorry for taking so long.

Park Jimin's boyfriend has been in the army for quite some time now, so hearing that he was getting discharged, Jimin was willing to jump at every opportunity to see the love of his life. Though, [Y/N] wanted to surprise Jimin, maybe in more ways than one.

"He should've been discharged today," Jimin said, "He should've called me."

BTS had just finished their concert, and not for Jimin to brag on their behalf, but it was safe to say that this one was their best performance yet. Thought part of him felt that little bit of sad ting at the fact that they were performing in your home city. He expected himself to be happy, that he got to live a small piece of the things you liked about your city, but it wasn't the same, well, since you weren't even there to enjoy it with him.

If anything, it had been two years since Jimin last physically saw you.

You were completing your military training. Jimin, he wasn't gonna lie, was at first against the idea. Two fucking years? Jimin was barely able to survive two days without you, let alone two years. But eventually, he allowed his boyfriend to do so.

He was already feeling like shit since, fucking hell, what does a man have to do to get a few loving cuddles while the love of his life is absent, but also because you were supposed to get discharged earlier today.

You promised to call him and get him to pick you up the day you were leaving. It was the deal you were forced to agree to by your loving boyfriend before you left. Though he was yet to receive the said phone call.

"Maybe they kept him back, Jimin," Jin said, his breath kind of uneven, considering their concerts aren't just them standing for a few hours. But Jin was hoping smiling at his friend would give the other some sort of comfort, "C'mon, if a man that good looking were to enter an establishment, I'd keep him back for a little longer just to stare at him too."

Jimin smiled a little. It was nice how Jin was able to raise people's spirits.

But a small sigh left his lips a minute after, he just wasn't in the mood to be all comedic and cute. He watched his friends enter the shared make-up rooms but he looked up at Jin before he could enter, "I need a second alone. Is that fine?"

"Of course," Jin said, smiling, "I'll tell the managers you're going to the bathroom, but there's an empty dressing room in room 1-13B. I'll cover for you."

Man, if it wasn't great to have people who care.

It took him a while, considering there were employees entering and exiting the room, but they were just doing their jobs, so Jimin didn't really mind.

1-13B, he found the white painted door, though, wierdly, the door was open in the slightest. It confused the blonde, though maybe the person who was in there last forgot to close the door.

Though, his nose picked up on a familiar smell as soon as his hand reached for the door's knob, it was protective, yet ocean-like; almost calming in a way. Jimin knew what the smell was. "No... No fucking way."

He didn't hesitate to throw the door open. Worst case scenario, it was someone who had the same fragrance as you.

"Jagi!" Jimin jumped at you as soon as he saw your eyes, you sat on one of the uncomfortable make-up chairs waiting for him like a gentleman, only to be tackled by the man you call your boyfriend.

"Baby," you sighed in relief, all the saddeness of not having Jimin in your arms were gone. "Fuck. Jimin, I missed you so much."

Jimin wanted to weep out of joy. This was the first hug in two years that the two of you shared. The first time in two years you were so close to Jimin. The first time in two years that you were in each other's embrace? He wanted to feel this moment; he moved himself onto your lap, his arms around your neck, your arms wrapped securely around his waist, but both your faced buried in each other's shoulders just to stop yourself from crying.

Two years was too long.

There had to be tears.

Jimin pulled back, not enough for him to be released from your grip, but just enough for him to take a hold of both your cheeks in his hands, "Baby?" Jimin said softly, the break in his voice almost noticeable, "Baby, please look at me."

Crying was out of the option now, but you did it all the while complying to Jimin's request. The blonde man's heart swelled seeing the love of his life in tears, no matter if they were out of contentment or gloom.

"Jimin. Fucking kiss me already," You almost demanded. It wasn't aggressive, considering the tears staining your face and small droplets falling onto your white shirt to make it transparent, it almost made it thankful to hear.

Your boyfriend complied with a grin, his lips locking with yours roughly.

You could taste the flavour of his raspberry lipgloss on your tongue, the both of you moving around to remember every inch of each other's bodies. Jimin trailed his fingers across and up your chest and arms, feeling the bare and clothed skin before heading up to grip on your perfect strands of hair. Hearing the low grunt that left your mouth when he bit on your bottom lip was everything he'd wanted, a egoistic smile on his lips when he noticed that your hands too had a mind of their own, following whatever pattern they wanged across Jimin's back, thighs and ass, not only to keep him on your lap for as long as you please, but it was the only way that could keep his as humanly close as possible.

Jimin pulled away to breathe. Both your breaths rigid and uneven from the clashing of tongue and teeth.

He looked at you with glossy yet loving eyes, softly giggling at the shiny and magenta-tinted lipgloss stain pained on the corner of your mouth.

You chuckled gently too, the rippling action from your lover doing causing the affect, "What's funny?" You asked, still out of breath.

Jimin smiled, bringing his thumb to the space in which the gloss had spread, caressing the perfect skin, "I'm waiting to wake up from this dream," Jimin admitted, his voice low and delicate, "I missed you so much more than I thought..."

Your gazed into Jimin's eyes, the small confession making you smile, "Thank you."

Jimin chuckled, "For what?"

"For waiting. You didn't... You didn't deserve to wait so long, and it probably hurt you more than me..."

Jimin swallow hard, bringing his hand that was buried in your hair to your cheek, caressing it softly, "No, no, baby. Shut up."

And he made you, colliding his lips back onto yours.

You didn't stop yourself from squeezing Jimin's ass, feeling him accidentally buck into you but also the sound of a gasp leaving his lips was a pure symphony to your ears.

One of your hands reached up to his soft hair, running your fingers through the blonde strands to first learn the pattern before taking a handful to pull on.

Your lover gasped again at the action, his neck both forcefully and willingly on display for you. It made a smirk appear in your lips, before bringing them down to sink bites and kisses along the skin.

Sure, Jimin had touched himself while you were gone, you can't expect a man with a stressful career and a want for sex to not masturbate while his lover is away. Yet, he hadn't been touched, being that you were the only person who he'd allow.

Jimin let you leave wet kisses along his neck, his breath hitching softly with every other touch you left.

You let go of Jimin's hair, instead placing a hand on his back as you lifted him up from off your lap and placed him roughly on the table, make up products falling off the surface and onto the floor. Not that it bothered you, you had better things to take care of.

Jimin gripped your shirt, grabbing a fistful of the fabric to clash your lips onto his for the third time, doing his very best to rob that feeling of love and lust he craved for too long.

He was panting harsh when he pulled away, looking at you through lidded eyes, "Please touch me," Jimin said, practically moaning at the feeling of your fingers tracing his thighs.

"Hm," you hummed, a smirk on your lips as you watch your boyfriend's breath become rigid, but you couldn't stop yourself from chuckling when you pressed your palm against his hardening bulge, "What was that, love?"

"Fuck, daddy–" Jimin breathed out, his hips bucking forward at the harsh contact, his nails digging into your biceps. "Please, please, Daddy. I want your cock. Please."

"When was the last time this ass was fucked, baby?" You asked, popping off the button of his skinny jeans.

"T-his morning," Jimin replied almost immediately, "I– ahh– I was so horny and I got the dildo and–"

"Such a dirty boy." You pulled off Jimin's pants, chuckling lightly at his confession, "Come a bit forward for me, love. I need to prep you for my cock, right?"

Jimin nodded obediently, doing as he was told but also wrapping his arms around your neck to bring you close to him.

It caused a smile to play onto your face, though you bought two fingers up to your mouth to coat them with your saliva, seen as you didn't want you hurt your boyfriend.

"Ready?" You asked.

Jimin nodded, and a loud gasp left his lips, followed by a moan and his hands comimg up to grip your stands of hair, "Aah! H-hmm!"

"Huh, you really did miss me, baby boy. You're is sucking in my finger so well," You laughed softly.

The fake compliment in your tone made Jimin even hornier, but his hips bucked so hard when you placed in another finger. His breathing becoming that bit heavier. Two fingers pumping in and out of his ass at a pace that made him so fustrated and so satisfied at the same time. It was like you knew that if you'd go any faster, he might actually cum. But you knew for sure, it had been so long since Jimin came from your cock or fingers.

"You know what?" You asked, very much being rhetoric, but Jimin's heavy eyes met your playful ones, "I think you can take three fingers, baby."

You didn't wait for him to respond properly, he got his words cut off by his own moan and his holes being stretched.

"Daddy! Oh god, please go faster, please! I need to cum." Jimin begged, bringing you close as you stood so close to him, your three fingers doing their job as you watched Jimin drool and moan.

He looked so sexy all submissive and fucked-out for you. You didn't know how you went on two years without the love of your life, but not having Jimin for that long was torture on his own.

"You want to cum, baby boy?" You knew he did, the precum spewing from his tip was enough for you to figure that out without his response.

"Yes, daddy!" He gasped, "Please, I want to cum so b-bad!"

He was almost crying, so desperate and dirty for a release.

You extracted your fingers. Slow, but quick enough so Jimin wouldn't accidently cum.

You watched your boyfriend moan out a sob, his eyes glossed with tears at your actions and his cheeks flushed from how hot and needy he was. "B-But–"

You gripped Jimin's chin, smiling softly, "Were you close, baby?"

He nodded without a second thought.

"Turn around," You said, "You're going to take my cock like a good boy."

[phantasmguardian]

Starter for @vicis The sun shone through the cracks of a framed window. Its rays warming a figure that laid still within a bed of scattered clothes and sheets. The figure turned as he felt that warmth reach his eyes, the light becoming too much in the end, forcing him to stir awake. 

He blinked a few times before slowly sitting up with a yawn. 

It was morning already? Must’ve been a good sleep then. The man gave one good stretch before forcing himself out of his warm bed. His kimono from the night before, slipping from his slim shoulders and hanging from his waist by only a loose sash. It was a long night last night, one where he was too tired to change out of his ‘formal’ clothes. A whole day, booked with clients who came far for his company. Craving for his attention just as much as his soft touch. 

He sat himself in front of a mirror, looking through the drawers of his vanity to find his comb. 

A smile graced him once he found the small wooden tool, eager to comb out the tangles. He slowly ran the comb through his long and soft violet locks. Every now and then small clacks ringing through his luxurious room from the wooden comb accidentally  hitting the two different sized horns that protruded from the top of his head. 

It was quiet mornings like these that he grew so accustomed to, and how his day would often start. Wake up, get out of bed, brush his hair out, then get himself washed, dressed, and ready for the day. Though this was his usual routine, he did have some mornings where he wouldn’t wake alone. A stranger from the night before would wake with him sometimes. And though they were strangers to each other, he always welcomed that lingering company. It made him feel...wanted in a way. A different way that he wasn’t used to. Though sadly, those mornings were a rarity for him, and much like today he’d woken alone. 

He sighed softly to himself, replacing the comb with his own delicate fingers; letting the strands of hair fall and slip through his claws. 

A knock on his door disturbed his thoughts as a voice came ringing through,

“Tonight is showcase night, remember to look your best!” followed by the sound of footsteps walking away to the next door, repeating the message. 

He hummed, turning to look at himself in the mirror, looking over his sharp yet feminine features. 

Aah, I almost forgot about tonight’s event. He thought as he began pulling out all of his hair accessories and makeup from the drawers. Better get things ready soon. He told himself. Though the event took place later in the evening, it would take hours for him to get ready. Being a courtesan was no easy task, after all. 

The town was always bustling with activity. Yells could be heard overhead from merchants trying to sell their wares. Either valuable trinkets, or different types of freshly caught game. 

The streets were littered with people of all ages and types coming to or from these merchants, while others were simply roaming, wondering where to spend their hard earned pay. Would they want a fancy feast from an expensive shop, or a simple grilled kabob at one of the many stands that stood high on the sides of the streets? Did they feel like they needed a change in their fashion, be it for work or for an important occasion? Perhaps they seeked refuge in an Inn from the hot sun?

All needs were met here in this busy little town of Hiho, and all were welcomed to either partake or share their business. May they be human or demon, or anything in between, there was no judgement here. In fact, Hiho was known to be one of few successful towns that harbored both humans and demons. Most became ghost towns due to lack of business while others fell victim to civil wars. Hiho stood above and away from those problems and instead thrived off of its taboo. 

Speaking of taboo. One building in particular at the most outer edge of the town, away from most of the friendly stores, stood out. From it’s colorful and intricate design, to the influx of people that were drawn to it. A building surrounded by others that catered to drunks and gamblers. A building that people would deem the focal point of the red-light district. A brothel with a kanji symbol dripped in gold. It read, Tsumi. 

The sun was at its highest point now, and through a familiar window the demon from earlier was adding the final touches to his hair. Tied up neatly, it was held in place with a pair of cyan chopsticks. On one side, his hair fell neatly over his shoulder, while the other had a thinner lock of hair slipping through his floral headpiece that held another pair of jeweled chopsticks betwixt the arrangement of flowers and ribbons.  

His bangs hung the same as always, though the longer ones at the sides looped down and around his long pierced ears to meet with the rest of his hair that was tied up.

Not too much changed with his face. His skin was always clear enough that pounds of makeup was not necessary. And his face structure, though it was sharp, was delicate enough that any would mistake him for a woman at first glance. 

The furthest he would go with makeup would be for his eyes. Having them lined perfectly with different layers and shades of blues, purples, and pinks. And for added measure, a light pink stain for his lips. 

Next, his clothes. A traditional kimono that he wore loose enough for a slit to appear at his knee, helping him move easier, and where the top half would hang comfortably around his naked shoulders. 

Its design and colors match that of his headpiece. The base was a lily white, and the edges of the kimono were an ombre of plum and a dark violet, much like his hair. Splashes of blues were mixed within pink floral patterns, and all was tied together with gold that outlined fine little details. 

This kimono was by far his favorite compared to the others. 

Putting on the last bit of his accessories, the final ones were a pair of gold ankle bracelets that hung over the top of his bare feet, connecting to a ring around his mid toe. 

There, now he was all done. With a final look in the mirror, he adjusted his headpiece, making sure it hung snuggly around his horn, then opened his door and left behind his room that he will perhaps be inside again soon enough. 

The demon made his way down the stairs and past a few rooms. Ones that were either occupied already by some of his companions with clients, others with parties inside filled with laughter, and some still vacant or being cleaned up. 

He wondered, where was he going to fall into today. 

Rounding a corner, he finally reached the large entrance where people were lining up to meet the girls, and some boys of the brothel. Like usual, he paid no mind to it, just passing through to reach the main room where most of the workers would meet and chat with customers before their time was bought. Unbeknownst to him, catching a few eyes with his passing. Whether of envy or want, he wouldn’t know until his time was paid for. 

The main room was huge. It took up most of the first floor of the brothel since it was where everyone gathered. The wooden floors were covered with pillows of all colors and sizes to make it a comfortable visit. And a stage was at the end where either courtesans would show their musical talents or drunkards would begin serenading the love of their life that would’ve met five minutes ago. Though those were entertaining, he preferred the first. Zoning out the rest just to hear the tranquil music. Ah, to just have that and some tea. It would be so lovely. 

Finally spotting a free corner, he made his way over to it, settling himself down on a very large and fluffy green pillow. 

It wasn’t long before he already had a couple of men at his feet, sitting beside him. 

“Did you want a drink with me?” one asked while the other played with the hem of his sleeve, 

“Gods, you’re the prettiest demon girl here.” 

He chuckled lightly to himself, his nose twitching at the smell on them. It was clear they had come from the bar next to them, and also very drunk. 

“Maybe one drink,” he smiled before turning to the other. A claw coming up to move the hair away from his face while gliding the claw down the side of his cheek “Considering you both have already begun without me.” 

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Twitter ー Kanato Sakamaki [2019 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Kanato Sakamaki (@DiaLoverKanatoS) in 2019.

Shuu l Reiji l Ayato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin l Kino

January 4, 2019

> It’s snowing. If only it the snow was cotton candy instead

> Or perhaps it would be sweet and delicious if I pour some syrup on? I’ll ask Reiji

February 14, 2019

> Hey, where’s my chocolate? You’ve got some prepared, right? I am supposed to get chocolates today. I won’t forgive you if you somehow forgot. ...Aah, but there’s other sweet and delicious options as well. If there’s no chocolate, I shall indulge in your blood instead

February 22, 2019

> Meowー meowー

> There’s a cat. I’ve seen her drop by quite often as of late

> I suppose I should give her a name

> Nothing comes to mind. I’m irritated now. Why do I have to wreck my brain over something like this!?

> Whatever, she can simply be ‘cat’

February 28, 2019

> I know her too. She’s cat (@Laito)

> No. Her name is cat (@Laito)

March 7, 2019

> Sure. Let’s use your head as the ball (@Ayato)

March 14, 2019

> I’ve awakened. There’s this nice, sweet smell in the air

> There really were cookies in the kitchen. Reiji does know how to be considerate every once in a while it seems

> I’m digging in

March 18, 2019

> Let’s sew their eyelids in place (@Reiji)

March 28, 2019

> Taking his words literally like that, just how much of an idiot are you? I get sick thinking about how I have to call you my older brother (@Ayato)

> You’re at fault for telling bad jokes. Just give me back my snack already. If it’s not in the kitchen, where have you hidden it then? (@Ayato)

> Of course I want to know! Hurry up and tell me! (@Ayato)

> 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 (@Ayato)

April 1, 2019

> Give me back my peanuts! If you don’t hurry up, I’ll cut you into pieces!

> It’s Shin. Don’t claim you couldn’t tell?

May 24, 2019

> I held back today and only ate two of the three cakes I bought. Please praise me.

> Nothing else? I only ate two cakes, you know? Don’t you feel bad for me? Please tell me I don’t have to hold back

>  You truly are a fool to speak those words of praise just because you’ve been asked to. If you are incapable of thinking with your own head, there is no reason for you to be a human, right, I’m sure you would be much more suited to become my doll instead

> Rest assured. Even if you become a mute doll, I’ll still love you

July 3, 2019

> A weird letter arrived. It’s addressed to me and Shuu. Do something about this

> Why do you ignore me when I’m the one who came to talk to you? Hurry up and answer! (@Shuu)

> Don’t ignore me! (@Shuu)

> You’re right. It’s the same crap from last time. I don’t have the time to waste on these stupid things. You guys just do something about it. Goodbye (@Kou)

> I don’t have the follow the rules (@Kou)

> You’re in no position to talk to me like that (@Carla)

> Q. Who is the one person within the Sakamaki household who you don’t want to get involved with?

A. Ayato, Laito, Reiji, Shuu an Subaru

> Q. Which types of clothes do you often wear?

A. A lot of them have ribbons on them. Don’t you think they fit my cute appearance perfectly?

> Q. Share your current mood!

A. I’m forced to do this thing so I can barely contain my anger. I want to drink some sweet blood. I want to just gobble her up right now

July 7, 2019

> I wish sweet juice would start pouring from the faucets at our house. #TanabataWishes

August 6, 2019

> These kind of nights drive me crazy

> Please don’t leave me by myself

> Embrace me, let me hear your voice, tell me you ove me

> Thank you very much

August 7, 2019

> Why are you taking your sweet time? Hurry up and get ready

> Why? We’re participating in the festival of the Death starting tomorrow morning. I’m inviting you. You don’t have to question anything, but simply follow my lead

> Well then, let us go. To the festival celebrating death, okay?

August 16, 2019

> Please buy some pudding. Not just any regular pudding. I want the kind that has plenty of whipped cream and fruits on top. I’m in the mood for some pudding à la mode right now. (@Subaru)

--> I don’t know if this actually originated from France or if it’s a Japanese thing but they used French to make it seem fancy. xD Either way, in Japan ‘pudding à la mode’ refers to pudding topped with whipped cream and fruits.

August 20, 2019

> This party hall has this sickly smell of flowers wafting through the air, it makes me want to throw up. I wonder if this is the fragrance of death?

> However, I think the smell of your blood while you are alive is the best. Are you happy?

September 10, 2019

> You’re acting like a baby (@Kino)

October 16, 2019

> It’s the season for the sweet, delicious roasted sweet potatoes. Please prepare some right away. (@Reiji)

> Eh? You won’t even though I just said I want to eat them? Why not? I can tell you’re just making excuses to brush me off. Please don’t try and blame it on the fact you’re busy (@Reiji)

> Reiji (@Reiji)

> Hey, Reiji (@Reiji)

> Reiji, come on! (@Reiji)

> Very well. I’ll have Ayato and Subaru do that. (@Reiji)

October 29, 2019

> Fufufu, are you surprised?

> Basically, I just want you so, so badly. If you didn’t hear me, I’ll tell you as many times as you’d like.

> Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

October 31, 2019

> I was mistaken for someone participating in the costume event

> The dark cricles underneath my eyes aren’t make-up

> It pissed me off, so I stole all the candy which was supposed to be the prize for the winner

> I received some candy from Azusa

> It’s a cupcake decorated like a bear

> I suppose Azusa can make himself useful every once in a while

November 5, 2019

> I won’t let you do that. Hurry up and come to the trial! (@Ayato)

--> I’m not sure why, but they seem to be doing a parody of Alice in Wonderland on this day. xD

> What nonsense are you spouting? How are we supposed to continue without the White Rabbit? If you’re too slow, I won’t have mercy and just chop off your head (@Ayato)

November 8, 2019

> Hey, you over there?

> I’m sentencing you to death

> You just responded to my call, right? It was unpleasant so I’ll chop off your head

December 19, 2019

> If I were to lock you up forever to ensure you are mine, burying you underneath the snow might not be bad

December 24, 2019

> Merry Xmas

> A christmas cake or gingerbread cookies are no match for you. So please, scoot a little closer

[jadekitty777]

Umbrella

@chiherah drew the cutest Fair Game sketch of Clover and Qrow sharing an umbrella at my request. And thus, I got inspired.

Rating: K+

Pairing: Qrow/Clover

Word Count: 1900

Ao3 Link: Umbrella

Summary: It’s pouring out and Qrow has no umbrella. Luckily, the cute, new guy at the apartment complex is willing to share his. [Modern AU]

~

Qrow liked to think of his mornings as chaotically organized.

That is to say that he got up at 6:40 sharp every morning, spent 5 minutes on downing a burning cup of instant coffee, 12 minutes on his bathroom routine, and was out the lobby doors of the apartment complex by 7:02 to catch the 7:10 bus that was two blocks away. He had it down to an art, always was on time without failure every day; and though he’d probably benefit from turning his clock back even five minutes to avoid rush, why change something that wasn’t broken?

Problem was, being so precise with his schedule didn’t leave for any opportunity to make last minute adjustments. Like, for example, grabbing an umbrella. Or a coat.

Qrow stood in the foyer that acted as a go-between to the lobby and the outside world, sourly staring at the sheets of rain coming down in thick torrents from the sky. As he pulled out his phone, hoping by some miracle he had three minutes to spare, he stepped aside as he heard the door open behind him to get out of the way of whomever it was.

7:02 AM laughed back at him.

“Shit.” He grumbled.

“Everything alright?”

He jumped, looking over to the person who’d joined him in the foyer. Brunette hair, teal eyes, and an easy-going smile greeted him in return. He instantly recognized him as the new guy who’d taken Maria Calavera’s old apartment when she’d moved out into assisted living earlier on this month (A fact he was a bit salty about – he liked that old codger). Qrow also happened to already know his name because, by habit one day, he went to go get Maria’s mail for her and found a new name etched on the box: Clover Ebi.

He’d caught a few glances of him in passing, but this was his first up-close contact and the realization hit him hard over how unforgivably handsome he was.

“Uh, yeah.” He avoided his gaze when he realized he was staring. “Just, forgot it was going to rain, is all.”

“Oh. That’s unfortunate.”

Qrow snorted. “Buddy, that’s my middle name. Anyways, see ya.” He offered him a wave before walking into the storm. He ducked his head as the rain instantly assaulted him, feeling cold spikes hit along the back of his neck and exposed arms. He sighed, crossing his arms and hunching over as he started his miserable walk to the bus stop, knowing he was going to be drenched by the time he got there.

Or so he thought, until a shadow fell over him, the rain blocked from above.

“You know, I had thought you were going to go back up and grab a coat at least. You’ll catch your death of cold going out like that.”

He tilted his head up, spotting the turquoise umbrella with little, happy aquatic creatures patterned along it, then to the one who had offered it. “Don’t have time. I’ll miss the bus.”

Clover’s smile hadn’t faltered, even as he was pelted by the rain. “Where ya headed? I’ll walk you there.”

Despite the chill in the air, he could feel heat creeping up his neck. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?”

Wow, real grateful. Good job Qrow. A+ social skills.

But if it offended the other, he didn’t show it, stepping closer so he could hide under the umbrella as well. “Actually, I’m running early. I don’t mind, really.”

“I uh, well, sure, thanks.” He said articulately, his sociability surely continuing to impress.

“Lead the way.” As they started down the street, shoulders nearly touching, he offered. “I’m Clover, by the way.”

“Qrow.” He replied. With his profile now in his sight-line, it made him realize his left ear was pierced, a little silver shamrock twinkling there. Huh, cute. “Soo,” He drawled, feigning obliviousness, “You just moved in, didn’t you?”

“Yep, all the way from Montana.” Clover replied.

“Montana?” He felt his eyebrows shoot towards his hairline, easily picturing lush forests and grand mountain ranges and snow fall ten feet deep. He had to wonder if the guy also had a deer head mounted on the wall and a bearskin rug in his living room. “That’s quite a move. Why’d you come out all this way? It not like Wilmington is the Los Angeles of North Carolina.”

Clover laughed. It was a very nice sound that had Qrow’s heart pattering harder than the rain along their nylon shelter. “That’s an interesting way of putting it. Honestly though? The beach.”

“Okay, fair.” He conceded. Wrightsville Beach was less than an hour away from here, and was the one of the east coast’s most beautiful tourist attractions for a reason. The stunning, deep blue water and wide sandy banks were easy attractions to an appreciative eye and had a calming effect on the soul.  Back during his more insomniac years in Uni, Qrow would oftentimes head down there just to capture the sunrises on his easel.

“I’ve always loved the sea, so when my job offered a relocation opportunity out here, I knew I’d be stupid not to take it.” Clover continued. “Kind of hoping for some time off to rent a boat, maybe do some fishing.”

Well, now the aquatic creatures above them made more sense.

Qrow stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to keep them warm. “You fish?”

“I know, it’s about the most boring thing you’ve ever heard, right?” He joked.

He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, focusing more on the cracks in the concrete as he hesitantly admitted, “Actually, I uh, I bird watch.”

Immediately as the words flew out of his mouth, he regretted them. Of all the things he could have said! What was he thinking, telling this cute guy about his dumb, weird hobby? Now, he probably thought he was about as drab as a broken lamp.

“Really?”

…So then why did he sound so awestruck?

Qrow swallowed his nerves. “Yeah, my parents were ornithologists and they were a little obsessed with their work. It’s why they named me and my sis after birds. Raven hated it.” He did another shoulder roll, feeling that blush creeping up on him again. “But my parents were always so fascinated and one day I decided I wanted to try and see what was so special about ‘em and well, I didn’t care for all the science and stuff, but I liked watching them fly and build nests. I even learned how to do a few calls.”

“Really?” Clover’s eyes widened. “Can I hear one?”

“What? No!” Now he was positive the blush was on his face.

“I won’t laugh, I promise.”

He just shook his head even more vehemently.

“Alright, then I guess I’ll just have to improvise.”

What?

Clover cupped a hand over his mouth, took a deep breath, and then let out a series of loud squawks. “Caw-caw! Caw-caw!”

Qrow watched him a moment, briefly flabbergasted, and then just started to laugh. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“Bird-calling.” He replied innocently.

“That is not bird calling.”

“Well then,” He lent forward in the small space the umbrella offered, his smile coy. “Guess I got to learn from the master.”

Yep. He was red a tomato, for sure. “Alright, jeez, you swindler. I’ll do one.” Ignoring the way Clover’s face lit up like a damn Christmas tree, Qrow regretfully unearthed his hands from their temporary warmth. He thought over which one to do that was both easy for him but also impressive. “Okay, this’ll be a canary.”

He’d learned how to do that one in high school, and it taken him months to get it just right. The moment he did though, he belted it out randomly in the halls, enjoying the slight chaos it caused the other kids as they tried to find the source of the noise. Just like he used to back then, he pressed the pinkies of both hands to his lips, curled back his tongue a bit, and whistled through them, vibrating his vocal chords just enough to make the sharp trill of the bright yellow bird, the sound easily piercing over the falling rain.

Unlike his classmates though, Clover wasn’t fooled by who had made the noise. “Wow.” He breathed. “That was spectacular.”

“Ehehe, not really.” Qrow rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes really.” He knocked his arm gently with the umbrella stem. “Don’t cut yourself so short. I bet that was hard to learn how to do.”

How was this guy so nice? Helplessly, he scrambled to respond, “I mean, not as hard as the seagull.” At the other’s sudden, eager grin, he gave a firm, “No.”

“Aah, alright.” Clover surrendered, “We’re almost at the stop anyways.”

Qrow glanced forward, spotting the familiar black structure just a few feet away. As the approached it, he ducked under the curved roof that functioned as a blissful shelter form the rain, and turned back to the man who had gotten him here, realizing this was probably goodbye.

He was surprised by how disappointed he suddenly felt.

“Uh, thanks, for, you know.” He said, gesturing around himself as words again failed him. There was a reason he never took public speaking in school.

“It was no trouble, really.” Clover replied, that easygoing smile back on his face.

He crossed his arms, rubbing the exposed skin idly. “Guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah – oh, wait.” Suddenly, the other stepped into the shelter with him, flipping his umbrella upside down and leaning it up against the bench. Then in one smooth motion, he yanked the green hoodie up and over his back, running a hand through his hair to fix the little quiff at the front.

Qrow’s brain short-circuited because whoa, muscles.

Clover held it out to him. “Here, you can borrow this.”

“Huh?” He looked from those nicely toned arms to the offering to his eyes, suddenly catching up to the situation. “No, I couldn’t.”

“I have time to go back and get another. Besides,” He winked, short circuiting Qrow’s brain again, “It’s not like you don’t know where I live.”

Oh. Oooh.

Qrow was experienced enough to recognize the gesture for what it really was: a surefire guarantee that they’d run into each other again.

Now how could he ever refuse that?

“Suppose I do.” He quipped back as suave as he could. He took the hoodie, pulling it on. It smelt like pine, heady and rich and despite their similar heights, it still dwarfed his leaner frame. Some of the other’s body heat still lingered in the fabric and he couldn’t help but melt into the much-needed warmth. He fingered one of the strings, trying to remain casual as he subtly offered, “I’ll return it tonight. Around…?”

“6:30.” Clover rested the umbrella back on his shoulder, expression just as sly. “Maybe we could catch some dinner too?”

Qrow felt his stomach flutter, face easing into a grin. “I’d like that.”

“Then it’s a date.” As he stepped back out into the rain, he winked at him again. “See you soon pretty bird.”

“See you.” He returned, watching the other leave, eyes scanning along his backside and appreciating the view.

Despite the dreary beginnings, it was shaping up to be a great morning after all.

[jujywrites]

Neil/Eva + band au, maybe? + 13

(send me smut prompts?)

First Impression

AO3

FF.net

or keep reading

Roxie was out, somewhere, because it was Friday night and she had the best control over hangovers out of the four of them. Rob was already asleep in his room. Which meant that Eva was alone in the hotel’s tiny seating area, and meant that she didn’t slug Neil when he tipsily walked in and said, “I think we should probably do it before we break up the band with all this tension, y’know.”

She set down her book and gave him a flat stare, voice equally flat.“Neil, what the hell are you talking about.”

“You an’ meeee,” he sang out, wobbling his way to the chair across from her. “Should, uh, sleep together.”

She held back a snort. “I’m not drunk enough for this and you’re definitely not drunk enough for this. What tension?”

“I’m sober enough to knowhudime asking,” he said, glasses sliding down his nose. “And bad Eva, no biscuit! Liquor and consent don’t mix at all…”

He was still dragging out the last word when Eva realized she was staring at his eyes and forced herself to stop. She shifted, crossing one leg over the other. “Yeah, sure.”

“Haah?” he said, sounding remarkably like the protagonist of the anime she’d gotten him hooked on the other day.

“Sure. Let’s. I mean, I want to.” She’d been wanting, for a while. Ignoring it because of all the horror stories regarding fraternization. And then, after their latest gig… “Hell, I kissed you first. I should’ve been the one making moves.”

“Well, too late!” He grinned. His glasses slid further.“They don’t call it liquid courage for nothing.”

“True.” She held his gaze then, the need to hide it gone, and when his cheeks started to go red, she stood.“Yours or mine?”

He stammered as she walked over, but took the hand she held out.

“Never mind. At least I know mine’s decent.”

“Rude,” he whined as she tugged him along. “H-Hey, my glasses are gonna–”

She grabbed them just in time, hooking them into a jeans pocket. “I’m tired of them,” she retorted, tossing her head. “They’ll just get in the way.”

She almost forgot to set them aside before he helped take her jeans off.

Somehow they got each other undressed in between making out. His hands went to her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, and she pulled away from his mouth to tease him but a moan slipped out first. “So you’re a boob guy, huh?”

“False dichotomy,” he said into her neck. “Besides, I’m an everything Eva guy.”

Well then. She tried to catch his mouth again, but his hand sliding down her stomach threw off her aim.

“C-Can I, first…?”

His hand felt so hot between her legs. “Okay,” she gasped, involuntarily pressing into his palm. “I mean– please, y-yes–”

Two fingers slid in easily. He said, “oh, you’re wet,” and that made her wetter, and his thumb found her clit–

“Oh my god,” she hissed, “god, not yet!” But she clamped around his fingers and made too loud a sound for the small orgasm taking her over.

He gave a broken moan, removing his fingers slowly. “That’s so hot, I can’t even, fuck, Eva…!”

The only thing on her mind was more. “In me now, damn it.” She got her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, shuddering as he entered her.

He froze halfway. “We didn’t get a condom.” It was almost one word, into her mouth.

“Pill! I’m on the pill, it’s fine, just fuck me!”

“Thank god,” he said, and she agreed, and then he started moving.

A keening moan left her, her legs spreading wide on their own.

“Wanted this for so long, fuck, I can’t stop…!” He was panting against her shoulder, moving hard and fast.

She met him sporadically, the hot pleasure making her weak. “Don’t. And—god— how long?

“Since I first saw you? No, when you sang, your voice—” He clutched at her shoulders, laughing shakily. “I’m not gonna last. I’m, oh, I’m close…”

“Yeah?” She whimpered, reached down to her clit. “Go on, it’s okay, let me feel you—aah!”

Her whole body seized up, her fingers dug into his scalp, and the gasping desperate moans in her ear were the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard him make.

“Eva,” he said, over and over as they both came down; she held onto him even tighter, arms and legs wrapping him up.

***

Later, after they’d made a cursory attempt at cleaning but before she reluctantly saw Neil back to his room, he broke the afterglow quietly. “What I said about when I first saw you… Um. It’s not like I was trying to get into your pants ever since. I mean. I actually like you. Liked you, before…” 

She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, secondhand embarrassment creeping in at his fumbling. “I know. I’ve encountered… more than my fair share of guys who only wanted a roll in the hay with me and… you were never like them. Ever.” The look in his eyes at that made her feel vulnerable, so she poked his nose to reset him and continued, “Seriously. There wouldn’t be a band if you had been.”

The more familiar smirk showed, briefly. “Oh, I could tell you’d drop me without a second thought if I misstepped. Part of why you caught my eye, since I guess it’s honesty hours. Luckily I impressed you enough.”

“I was singing with Roxie in dive bars,” she said, extra deadpan. “Impressing me with the idea of an actual band was a pretty low bar.”

Thankfully, he let the pun opportunity slide. “You wound me,” he said with a pout. “Especially since we’re still performing in dive bars.”

“We have a van now. I’d say that’s an upgrade.”

“Good ol’ Eileen…”

She giggled and sung a snippet. “Come on Eileen–”

“I swear what it means, at this moment–”

“You are everything,” they sang together.

“And on that note,” she said, smiling despite herself.

“Yeah. I should go. Keeping up appearances and all that junk.”

She splashed her face off while he dressed, and felt bold enough to kiss him good night before he left.

***

The next morning:

“Jeez, took you two long enough,” Roxie said, jogging past them in the parking lot to the van.

Neil half-choked on his smoothie.

“How did she know?” Eva whisper-shouted, fighting off the blush that threatened at Rob’s eyebrow raise.

“Long enough to– no, I don’t want to know,” he said, shaking his head and following Roxie.

“It’s the glow,” Neil drawled.

In lieu of slugging him, she confiscated his smoothie.

[lilyvandersteen]

Out of the Blue: Chapter 11

Cover art: @redheadgleek​

Beta extraordinaire: @hkvoyage​

Links: AO3, FF.net 

Author’s Note:

All's well that ends well :-) Thank you for coming with me on this adventure, and please let me know what you thought of it. I love chatting with my readers :-)

Chapter 11: Isabelle’s Wedding

"And will you promise me, never to enter into such an engagement?"

 "I will make no promise of the kind."

(An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen)

Blaine hadn’t been expecting any reply to his e-mail, but got a terse note back. Message received. All right, then. Moving on.

He threw himself into his work. By now, he’d pretty much become Cooper’s right hand, well-versed in the tricks of the trade, and maybe not as good at networking as his brother was, but a lot more efficient when it came to all the practical stuff.

And he liked the work. Coop did ads for all manner of things, so it never got stale, and each new contract brought fresh challenges Blaine could sink his teeth into.

Coop had carefully sounded him out over the summer to know if he considered staying on at Anderson Advertising after he graduated. “I’d give you half of the shares. We’re a good team, aren’t we, bro?”

Wow. Things were serious when Coop didn’t even call him ‘squirt’. But it was true that they worked together well, and complemented each other. So Blaine readily agreed to stay on, provided he could do other jobs on the side whenever an opportunity presented itself.

The week before his classes at NYU would start again was grueling. Long hours, clients from hell wanting to micro-manage things though they didn’t have a clue what they were doing, lots of fetching and carrying and sorting out small disasters before they could become big.

“Hamptons this weekend?” Blaine asked his brother on Friday, while locking up the warehouse.

“Sure, sounds great. Oh, but tonight, you’re on your own, ‘cause I have a date. I’ll come to the Hamptons on Saturday, all right?”

Blaine shrugged. “Fine.”

He drove to the Hamptons in Coop’s convertible, enjoying the wind in his hair. He’d been uncomfortably sweaty all day, and couldn’t wait to jump into the pool.

Once he arrived at the house, he started stripping immediately, grimacing at his sweat-soaked clothes. He hesitated for a second, and then peeled his underwear off, too.

Much better!

The Uptons next door were on a cruise anyway, according to Coop, so Blaine could do as he pleased. And that included jumping straight into the swimming pool without hunting for his speedo first. Humming happily, he strode out of the house, stopping at the parapet for a moment to soak up the sun and enjoy a soft summer breeze on his skin, and then diving into the pool.

Aah, bliss!

He’d barely done two laps when he heard someone next door, calling for ‘Kurt’. Could it be?

He swam to the side of the pool and looked into the neighbours’ garden. And yes, it was Kurt! He had his back to Blaine, but he’d recognize that quiff and that profile anywhere.

Kurt was wearing tiny yellow shorts that hugged his butt beautifully, and a T-shirt with flamingoes on it. It was the most casual outfit Blaine had ever seen him in, and it stirred feelings in him he desperately tried to squash.

He hasn’t noticed me. I should get inside and put some clothes on before I talk to him. Or I could just forget about him entirely and stay in the house until he’s gone.

Quickly, he hoisted himself out of the pool and grabbed a towel, meaning to head inside and get dressed, but his subconscious had other ideas. Before he knew it, his feet had led him into the neighbours’ garden, and he’d called out, “Kurt?”

Kurt turned around, and his mouth fell open when he took in Blaine’s state of undress.

Just when Blaine internally started berating himself, he caught a glint of heat in Kurt’s eyes, and he noticed that Kurt’s shorts had become just as snug in front as they were in the back.

Oh. Oh! I can work with that!

Blaine gave Kurt his most seductive smile and unobtrusively pulled his towel a little lower.

Kurt’s Adam’s apple jumped up, and his voice sounded high and thready when he greeted Blaine.

Blaine couldn’t help but feel a bit smug about the effect he had on Kurt, though he kept the conversation general and light.

And then there was that other voice again, and a tall and handsome guy, who looked vaguely familiar, sauntered up to them.

Suddenly, Blaine felt very underdressed and foolish again, and jealous of how Tall and Handsome moved into Kurt’s personal space as a matter of course, putting an arm around Kurt’s shoulder as he introduced himself to Blaine.

Elliott. Where have I seen him before? Oh, yes, at that very first wedding, officiating, right?

Much as he wanted to resent Elliott for barging in on his tête-à-tête with Kurt, he couldn’t, because the guy was so nice and welcoming. And apparently, a fellow NYU student, who also took Music History, albeit on Mondays, and was in Steve’s study group.

Before Blaine knew it, he’d agreed to join them for dinner, and was walking back to his own house to get dressed.

He could feel eyes following him, and with a grin, he loosened the knot of the towel, letting it fall off him entirely just before he slipped into the veranda.

Go on, take a look. You know you want to.

K&B

Dinner proved to be a noisy and informal affair. Kurt and his friends didn’t stand on ceremony. They just grabbed the take-away box with the food they wanted and dug in. Rachel didn’t stop talking for a minute, and in between bites, the others chimed in, too.

Blaine ate ravenously. He’d skipped lunch again because he’d been kept so busy, and he felt so hungry he could eat a horse.

The only one who noticed his less than dapper table manners was Kurt, who quirked an eyebrow at the sauce smeared all over his cheeks and his chin and gave him a paper towel to wipe his face clean.

Oops, totally forgot about making a good impression. Yep, Mr. Sloppy here, sorry about that…

Blaine tried to make up for it with a charming grin, and got a small smile back, which he counted as a win.

After dinner, there was singing. Blaine enjoyed the group songs, and loved jamming with Elliott, but the absolute highlight of the evening proved to be Kurt’s solo.

From the very first line of the song, Blaine was blown away by Kurt’s voice, which was clear as a bell and so pure that it brought tears to his eyes. Kurt’s performance was heartfelt and deeply moving, and Blaine felt himself falling more in love with him with every word he sang.

When it was Blaine’s turn to sing, he picked an old favourite of his, Teenage Dream. His eyes found Kurt’s, and he sang every word to him.

Kurt’s expression started out as polite interest, but his smile grew warmer and bigger with every verse, and when Dani took over from Blaine with a bluesy ditty, Kurt came towards Blaine of his own accord.

Soon, they were chatting like old friends and getting on like a house on fire, because of course Blaine had read Patty Lupone’s memoir, and of course Marion Cotillard was his favourite Vogue cover, that went without saying.

They talked until they were hoarse, and Blaine volunteered to go to the kitchen to get them both a glass of water. When he got back, Kurt had conjured up a blanket from somewhere, claiming he felt cold, and Blaine took that as an opportunity to put his arm around Kurt and cuddle in close.

Kurt shot him a thankful smile and shared the blanket with him for the rest of the evening.

Blaine was hardly aware of others being present besides themselves, having no eyes for anyone but Kurt. This was everything he’d ever wanted ever since he’d first clapped eyes on Kurt: this amazing guy noticing Blaine and liking him, and wanting to get to know him better.

When Kurt dropped his head onto Blaine’s shoulder, and started yawning, first discreetly, and then jaw-breaking yawns he couldn’t hide behind his hand anymore, Blaine knew that the polite thing to do would be to say goodnight and go home.

He threw a furtive look at the others, and found Mark grinning at him and winking.

Blaine grinned back, and shuffled around until he and Kurt were lying down instead of sitting, Kurt’s head on Blaine’s chest.

Blaine softly stroked Kurt’s hair, and Kurt nuzzled closer and made a content purring sound.

Within minutes, Kurt was out like a light. Blaine tucked the blanket in around him, and then just luxuriated in the feeling of having him so close-by and so trusting, grinning dopily at the ceiling and humming along whenever one of the others sang a song.

He didn’t fall asleep until long after everyone had gone to their respective bedrooms, feeling too jittery and hyper for his brain to slow down.

He half-woke early in the morning when Kurt got up to pee, but didn’t fully wake until a delicious smell wafted into his nostrils.

He sniffed appreciatively and opened his eyes.

Kurt was no longer with him on the sofa, but he wasn’t far away, bustling around in the kitchen. And baking, apparently. He was just taking a tray out of the oven, and the way his shorts stretched around his booty was as mouth-watering as the treats he’d made.

Blaine adjusted himself in his shorts and got up, stretching to get the kinks out of his back.

“Nice view,” said Elliott, waggling his eyebrows as he passed by Blaine on the way to the kitchen, and then “Ow!” when Dani poked him and hissed, “No hitting on other people’s boyfriends, you’ve got your own!”

Blaine beamed at being perceived as Kurt’s boyfriend. He saw everyone trickling in and grabbing cinnamon buns, so he hastened to take one too before they were all gone.

He took a big bite and closed his eyes as flavours exploded in his mouth.

His first bun was gone in mere minutes, but when he took a second, Kurt lifted it out of his hands again.

Before he could start pouting, Kurt handed it back to him, now dripping in glaze. And mmm, that made the bun ten times better still.

It must have been that level of perfection addling Blaine’s brain that made him suddenly blurt out a marriage proposal to Kurt.

Everyone took it as a joke, including Kurt, but the scary thing was that Blaine meant every word. He’d liked Kurt from the beginning, because he seemed to be the whole package: gorgeous, stylish, smart, witty, a great cook and a caring person, who went out of his way to help his friends. Last night had proved that they also had very similar tastes in music, movies and fashion, and that they shared the same views on relationships and life goals. And yes, it had taken Kurt far too long to notice Blaine, and there had been plenty of misunderstandings and road blocks on the way, but they’d established a connection now. They really clicked, just like Blaine always knew they would. It felt amazing, and Blaine never wanted to spend a day away from Kurt anymore.

Calm down, tiger! Slow and easy wins the race. You’ve made progress last night. Definite progress.

That seemed to be on Mark’s mind too when he asked what was going on between Kurt and Blaine.

If Blaine had any hopes of Kurt acknowledging this growing bond between them, they were dashed at once when Kurt brushed off the question and didn’t even look in his direction.

Quietly, Blaine excused himself and went home.

Kurt gave him some extra cinnamon buns to take with him, but he couldn’t muster up any enthusiasm about that.

Have I been misreading things again?

It was all the more confusing because Kurt smiled sunnily at him and told him to come over again that evening, and when Blaine mentioned his brother, nonchalantly said Coop could come along too, as if it didn’t matter one way or another.

The mixed signals made Blaine’s head whirl, and as soon as Cooper was awake, he discussed it with him.

“Well, I wasn’t there, so I can’t say for sure,” Coop hedged, “but there certainly seems to be something going on between you two. You know what, I’ll invite the lot of them to dinner tonight. If you’ll do the cooking. Then I can observe the two of you and tell you what I think. All right? We’ll do that. But for the record, squirt, I think you’re doing great. Just, don’t mope tonight, okay? Even if he’s being confusing, running hot and cold. Keep your cool and make sure you’re the most charming, interesting and sexy guy in the room.”

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Hottest Billionaire Under Forty.”

“Hey, you’ve got a lot going for you, squirt, and I’ve seen Kurt looking!”

Blaine sighed. “But Elliott’s going to be there too, and the guy’s this glitter rock vampire. Wears eyeliner and earrings, has plenty of tattoos. Cool factor through the roof! How can I ever compete with the likes of that?”

“Blaine.”

“Yes?”

“Who did Kurt talk to all evening last night?”

“Me.”

“That’s right. So don’t put yourself down. You have what it takes to get his attention. Make yourself so irresistible that this Elliott doesn’t even make a blip on his radar. Wear those red chinos of yours that do wonders for your butt, and DON’T gel your hair.”

Blaine saluted his brother. “Aye aye, sir.”

That evening, when Kurt and his friends arrived, they brought a spectacular dessert, and it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Kurt had made it. Was there anything he couldn’t do?

As he had promised his brother, Blaine didn’t mope, not even when Kurt sat far away from him at the table, or joined Cooper’s team to play Pictionary.

After the game, though, he took his chance to sit next to Kurt when Rachel gave up that place to go check out Cooper’s karaoke machine.

He jumped up again at once when Kurt asked if they could talk in private, and led the way into the garden.

Apparently, Kurt felt bad about misjudging Blaine, and wanted to clear the air between them so that they could start over.

Well, that was encouraging, so Blaine reassured Kurt as best he could, and then asked him to dance, right there in the garden.

He got so swept away by the romance of it all that he kissed Kurt mid-dance, and then jumped back, horrified at his lack of impulse control. Kurt didn’t seem to mind, though. He kissed Blaine right back, and they stayed in the garden until it got too cold.

Blaine walked Kurt back to the house next door, and then drew him in for one more kiss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Kurt asked, a little breathless.

“You will. If this is not a dream I’m about to wake up from.”

Kurt’s eyes danced with mischief. “Want me to pinch you, honey?”

“I want… I want so many things. But I’d better shut up and go home before I scare you off.”

Kurt framed Blaine’s face with his hands and moved in until their foreheads touched. “Relax. I’m not easily scared. You can blurt out as many marriage proposals as you like. Fair warning, though: one of these days I might say yes. So don’t ask unless you mean it.”

Blaine huffed out a laugh. “Oh, I mean it. Marry me, Kurt?”

Kurt tapped his nose playfully. “One day, maybe. Keep asking. Good night, honey.”

Blaine was reluctant to open his eyes the following morning, convinced that it had all been a dream, but when he arrived in the kitchen, Coop was there and demanding “Deets, bro!”

Blaine blinked at him sleepily.

“You disappeared with Kurt and didn’t show up again all night. So, what happened? You didn’t elope, did you? Cause I’d have to disown you if you cheat me out of a wedding!”

Blaine filled a mug with coffee, drank deeply and then sat down at the table, helping himself to a piece of toast and buttering it. “Don’t worry, there was no elopement. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He’d added strawberry jam to the toast and eaten half of it before Coop spoke up again. “But something happened, right?”

Blaine felt the corners of his mouth tilt up of their own accord.

“Spill!”

Just then, Coop’s cell phone started ringing, and when he checked the caller ID, he laughed and answered the call at once. “Hey Kurt! You’re on speaker phone.”

“Hey Cooper! I just realized that I have your number, but not Blaine’s. I forgot to ask last night.”

Blaine made a grab for Cooper’s phone, but Coop held it out of his reach and laughed again. “Now why would you be needing my brother’s number, Mr. Hummel? What are your intentions with him?”

Blaine groaned, “Coop!”

“Oh hey, good morning, honey!” said Kurt’s chipper voice.

Coop mouthed “Honey?”, but Blaine made a throat-slash movement and gestured for him to hand the phone over. Coop didn’t, though. He put it behind his back and wagged his finger reprovingly at Blaine.

Kurt’s voice floated out of the speaker again. “To answer your question, Cooper, I was hoping to ask Blaine out on a date.”

Blaine, grinning ear to ear, jumped Coop and tried to wrestle the phone away from him. After a short struggle, he managed to grab it, and ran away. “I’ll be in my room if you need me, Coop!”

As soon as he was in his room, he said, “Good morning!”

Kurt laughed. “What did you do, steal your brother’s phone?”

“I borrowed it. Tell me more about this date, please?”

“Well, how do you feel about going for ice cream this afternoon?”

K&B

After that first date, many more followed, and for months on end, Blaine felt like he was floating on air because he was so happy.

The proposing had become their inside joke, and whether or not they were together, the last thing Blaine said or texted each day was “Marry me, Kurt?”

Kurt always answered with some kind of quip, or with a kiss, but Blaine kept hoping that one day, he’d actually say yes.

They were both extremely busy, Blaine with school and work, and Kurt with school, work and the preparations for a high profile wedding. Isabelle, his boss at Vogue dot com, was getting married, and insisted on having Kurt as her wedding planner. Seeing as it would be a high society affair, with over three hundred big name guests, Kurt was determined to make it a wedding to remember.

“If all goes well, maybe I’ll be asked to plan other weddings,” he told Blaine. “I mean, professionally. Getting paid for it and all. I’ve planned loads by now, but those were always favours to friends and family, and if anything, I spent money on them instead of earning any.”

“You’d like to do this as a job?”

Kurt nodded. “Maybe not exclusively, but I love planning events.”

Blaine discussed this with his brother, who promised to network on Kurt’s behalf at Isabelle’s wedding. Coop knew Isabelle from his modelling days, and they had several friends and acquaintances in common, so that would be a good start.

Coop took Blaine to the wedding as his plus one again, but this time around, Blaine didn’t protest. He was actually eager to go, and see his boyfriend in his element.

Thanks to Kurt’s flawless taste and planning and Isabelle actually having a decent budget to work with, every aspect of the wedding was perfect, down to the minute details. Blaine smiled to himself as he took in the overall effect.

Isabelle looked splendid in a voluminous dress and a hat that looked like a bird flying away, and the ceremony was moving.

During the reception, Blaine let Cooper flit through the crowd schmoozing, content to stay on the sidelines and observe. Only… That led to him hearing a conversation he was definitely not meant to overhear, between Kurt and Isabelle.

“I must say, Kurt, you’ve outdone yourself!”

“Thank you, thank you! And thank you so much for inviting Cooper, who’s been talking me up to everyone he knows! I’ve already had ten people ask for my business card because they want me to plan their wedding, too.”

“Oh, of course I invited Cooper. Who else would buy me a Solange Azagury-Partridge necklace as a wedding present? Everyone else has bought me boring gifts.”

“Useful, you mean,” Kurt laughed.

“To you, maybe. A necklace is far more useful to me than a set of Japanese knives. Those will just collect dust in the kitchen.”

“How tragic… Thank heavens Coop bought you something you like!”

“Hmm… So you’re in demand as a wedding planner now, huh, thanks to Cooper? I bet you’re glad now that he accepted that fake invitation of Brittany’s that forced you to organize an actual wedding!”

“Oh, that wasn’t the first time I planned a wedding. That would have been my dad marrying Carole.”

Blaine paid no attention to the rest of their talk. He’d heard enough. So that wedding HAD been fake! And Blaine HAD been right calling them out about it!

Anger swelled inside of him like a balloon, and as soon as Isabelle moved away from Kurt to talk to other guests, he grabbed Kurt’s arm.

“Oh hey, honey! What… Are you okay?”

Blaine glared at Kurt. “No, I’m not!”

Kurt’s eyebrows went up. “I know it must be boring for you, but I’m working tonight. I need to keep an eye on things, and stay here until the party’s over to make sure everything goes as planned.”

“Oh, it’s not that.”

“Then what?”

“I heard you, just now. Brittana’s wedding was fake! Exactly as I thought! And you made me feel horrible for calling them out!”

Kurt’s eyes flashed. “Well, you WERE horrible, Mr. Snob! Dissing all my hard work and calling it cheap!”

“You tricked my brother into spending a fortune!”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I doubt it even made a dent. He’s a billionaire. We gave him a party to remember in return, and he was perfectly content. The only one who was a stick-in-the-mud about it was you!”

Someone cleared their throat behind them, and they turned around.

“Father!” said Blaine. “What are you doing here?”

“Manners, boy! I was invited. So this is the twink who’s got his hooks in you? Hmm. Not a very good influence on you if he’s got you screeching like a fishwife. If you really have to pick a guy instead of a girl, why don’t you choose one with breeding? One with a pedigree instead of a mongrel. The Smythes have brought their son along. Sebastian. He’s a barrister, I believe, and he’s also chosen the gay lifestyle.”

Blaine pinched his nose and told himself to stay calm. “Nobody CHOOSES to be gay, Father.”

“Hmm. I’ll send Sebastian your way.”

Edward Anderson didn’t wait for an answer and walked away.

“Well, I’ll let you and the pedigree dog get acquainted, then,” Kurt said. “Careful, though. If he’s the guy I think it is, he’s been harassing several waiters, copping a feel and offering them money to give him a blowjob in the backroom.”

“Kurt, I’m…”

But Kurt was gone before Blaine could apologise, and when Blaine followed him, he was stopped by a tall guy with green eyes and a smirk.

“Blaine, if I’m not mistaken? I’m Sebastian Smythe. Pleasure.”

“Hi… Yes, I’m Blaine. Excuse me.”

Blaine wanted to step away from the guy and go find Kurt, but Sebastian grabbed him by the arm. “What do you say we go to the restroom and get better acquainted?”

“Uhm, no, thank you. Excuse me, I have someone to see.”

“When your father pointed you out to me, I thought, nah, not my type, but then I saw your ass and I thought, well…”

Sebastian goosed Blaine so firmly that he yelped.

A moment later, Sebastian was the one in discomfort. Kurt had come back and had taken Sebastian’s ear in a death grip, hissing, “Okay, that’s IT! Out with you!”

Kurt stalked out of the ballroom, tugging a whimpering Sebastian after him by his ear.

Kurt escorted Sebastian out of the building, only stopping at the reception desk of the venue to tell the security guard that Mr. Sebastian Smythe was on no account to be let back in.

Then he went back upstairs without even acknowledging Blaine, who had followed him and tried once again to apologise.

Uh-oh. He’s really mad.

Blaine stole back into the ballroom with his tail between his legs, standing quietly against a wall and observing again, but he no longer enjoyed it.

And then he saw his father talking to Kurt, and they both left the room. What was going on?

He debated following them out, but decided he’d done enough eaves-dropping for the day, and angered his boyfriend enough as it was.

Kurt wasn’t away for long. His face was impassive when he entered the ballroom again, and his shoulders stiff.

Edward Anderson followed a little later, his face a thundercloud. He looked around until he spotted Blaine, and headed straight to him.

“I forbid you to marry him. Understand? I will cut you off without a cent!”

Blaine raised his eyebrows. “Haven’t you done that already when I went to college?”

His father’s face turned puce. “You…”

“Yes?”

“There’s no arguing with either of you, is there? Stubborn fools! I offered the twink up to four million dollars to stay away from you, but he said no.”

Blaine smiled thinly. “We don’t need your money. I’ve enough of my own.”

His father froze. “You are NOT to marry that twink. If you do, neither your mother nor I will ever speak to you again.”

Blaine quirked an eyebrow and drawled, “That would be a terrible hardship.”

A vein on his father’s forehead swelled up to the point where it could explode any moment. “Are you mocking me? Ugh, I’m washing my hands of you. From now on, I only have one son. Goodbye.”

Blaine watched his father go.

Well, that happened… But surely, if Kurt refused Father’s offer, that means he won’t stay mad for keeps, right?

Right at that moment, he felt someone encircle his waist and hook their chin over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey.”

Blaine turned around in Kurt’s embrace and nuzzled his cheek. “I’m not. Good riddance, really. Cooper is all the family I need. And you, if you’ll have me.”

“Always. Even when you’re being a blockhead.”

Blaine beamed at Kurt. “So you’re saying yes?”

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. “To what question would that be?”

Blaine plucked a ring box from his inside pocket, opened it so Kurt could see the ring, went down on one knee and asked, “Kurt Hummel, will you marry me?”

Kurt pulled him up again and kissed him, then held out his hand for Blaine to put the ring on. “Yes. Yes, I will. I can plan the wedding, right?”

Blaine laughed, and then squeaked when his brother lifted up the both of them like they weighed nothing, twirled them around and boomed, “You’d better!”

When Cooper put them down again, he grinned and said, “I get to be your best man, right, Blaine? I’ve got LOTS of fun stories to share!”

Blaine groaned, and then grimaced when Kurt laughed delightedly and said, “I want to hear them all!”

Cooper clapped Kurt on the shoulder. “You will, bro-in-law! So, tell me, what do you guys want as a wedding present? Pick something fun, please!”

Kurt tilted his head to the side. “Hmm… Maybe a nice honeymoon? I’ve always wanted to visit Europe. London, of course. Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Buckingham Palace, Harrods, afternoon tea at the Ritz. Paris, to go see the Louvre and Versailles. Milan during fashion week. What do you think, honey?”

Blaine grinned. “Just the platform? Let’s do a whole Harry Potter tour! And go to Legoland!”

Cooper whooped. “Awesome! You get cracking on planning the wedding, and I’ll book you the perfect honeymoon. It’s going to be so much fun. Can I come too?”

“No!!”

THE END