#I fucked up which hand was holding the box oops

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[fairy-angel222]

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He’s been stealing your panties since the week he met you. Collecting them in different pretty colors and fabrics. Using them to jerk off every night with the groan of your name. Stuffing them under his nose or using them to stroke his cock, either way had him cumming to the thought of you all the same.

He takes your stuff and holds them over your head. Watching your tits bounce as you whined and struggled to reach. Smirking widely as he teased, “if you want it back so bad then kiss me.” Blood rushing to his cock when you actually get on your tip toes to kiss him shortly, forcing your lips to stay on his when you try to pull away.

Who pretends to be asleep until he hears your soft moans at one in the morning. Quietly cracking open your door to watch you touch yourself, his hard cock already in hand as you moaned and mewled so fucking prettily. Stroking at the pace of your desperately working fingers till you two orgasm at the same time.

Who ‘accidentally’ sends you a video of him lazily jerking off on his bed, his lip in between his teeth and his other hand behind his head as he looks directly into the camera. The message coming through followed by a small “oops, sorry sweetheart, wrong person”

Who starts getting bolder and bolder even after you suspect him of being the reason for your missing underwear. Leaving slight yet noticeable touches to your ass and boobs whenever he had the chance. Always laughing it off and joking about how soft you were and about how perfectly your tits fit in his hand.

Who calls you up to his room when he’s about to cum, his lips parting in heavy breaths as you walked in clad in your short pajama set. Your eyes widening as he fisted his length, eyes meeting yours with a loud groan as he spilled onto his hand. “Shit, can you grab me that box of tissue?” Letting out heavy breaths with a dark grin.

Who starts walking around the house with nothing but low hanging sweats to get you flustered. Brushing up against you or wrapping his toned arms around your body. His rock like abs against your back as he whispered into your ear. “Well these shorts are shorter than usual.” Loving the way your face heated up for him.

Who starts to make you sit in his lap for everything. Saying that you weren’t allowed to watch tv unless you did it from his lap. Or that you couldn’t seat at the table to eat breakfast unless it was again, on his lap.

Who suddenly wants to spend all his time with you so that you couldn’t go out as often. He wanted you, and would make you his at some point.

Who finally sinks his cock into your tight pussy after teasing you subtly all day. “Waited so long for this.” He grunted, his thumb running over your bottom lip which was swollen from all his rough kissing. “Feels even better than i expected.”

You cried out loudly, small whimpers falling past your parted lips as his hold on your legs tightened. Holding them in place over his shoulders as he fucked into you harshly. Thick cot brushing against your g spot as it hammered deep.

“That’s it, just take it baby. Please mama? Take it f’me yeah?” He breathed, his head in your neck as he licked and sucked dark marks onto your skin. Snapping his hips into yours in oute need, not being able to get enough of the moment that he dreamed for so long about.

“Does that feel good baby?” Watching as you nodded with a teary cry, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off his sheets.

“Look at me.” he groaned, your eyes peeling open to meet his as you both filled the room with your noises. “Wanna fill you up so bad, pussy’s so fucking perfect.”

“S-satoruu— nngh,”

“Oh fuck baby, let me hear my name again.” He breathed, hand snaking lightly around your neck. Your choked moans and babbles getting louder as your stomach tightened. Gojo never slowing his pace as he fucked you dumb.

“Haah, Sat-oruu, ahh,” you mewled, your pussy tightening as your body began to tremble. Gripping onto the sheets at your side at the orgasmic build up.

“Can feel you getting close, squeezing me so tight,” Gojo grunted, lewd squelching sounds filling your ears each time his cock bullied its way deep. “I’ve got you baby, cum f’me.” His hand squeezed down on your throat, your wet eyes meeting piercing blue ones with a chant of his name. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy messily thanked his cock.

“O-oh fuck- ‘m never letting you go you know that? Wanted you for way too long.” His eyes fixed on yours as you shook your head.

You felt so good, and he found him self unable to come to a stop even as he got close.

“S-satoru—”

“C-can’t baby, feels so good, shit— gotta cum in you.” Pressing his lips onto yours to muffle your whines as he gave his final sloppy thrusts. His hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep inside you with a moan. His eyes rolling back as he spilled into you, pumping ropes after ropes of the sticky substance onto your walls.

Gojo pulled away with a satisfied breath, swiping his tongue across his lips with an unapologetic smile at the look on your face. “Sorry princess.”

[glitchfiles]

heatstroke. [ljn]

pairing. mechanic! jeno x (afab) reader

wc. 3.8k+

cw. SMUT MINORS DNI!!, hard dom! jeno, profanity/cursing, outdoor/car sex, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, boot grinding, rough sex, degradation, name-calling (’slut’, ‘fucktoy’), etc…

an. i had this idea in june, but haven't had much time to write until recently. i had to rush a bit because i wanted to get it out before august/summer ends, I just made it lol. if there’s typos… oops… hope you enjoy :3

just before the muggy summer air lulls you to sleep, a series of sharp knocks at your windows jolts you fully conscious. as your eyes snap wide open, you turn to look to see a man standing outside of your car. he can tell by the bemused expression on your face you're struggling to figure out why he's here.

"roadside assistance, you called." realisation washes over your features, and the mystery man can't help but find it amusing how little control you have over your countenance.

you open the door slowly, allowing him time to move back, and groggily step out of the car. rays of sun prick your skin - the floral mini dress you had on left more of you exposed than covered.

"thanks for coming," you laugh nervously.

the sun is blinding, you can just make out the figure before you as you give your knight in shining armour a squinted once over.

his uniform consists of navy overalls and heavy boots; though he had taken the top half of his overalls off and tied the sleeves around his waist, you're sure he's sweltering. the white tank top he wore hugs his broad, muscular torso, which you can't help but ogle at.

"no problem. any idea what the issue is?" as he nears your car, you get a better look at his face. and just as you feared, he has a face to match the body.

his features are sharp, from his jaw to the upturned corners of his mouth to his nose. in contrast, the way his eyes soften up as he smiles at you fills your stomach with butterflies.

you catch yourself then clear your throat before responding. "no, it just broke down. i'm lucky i pulled over in time."

if you were trying to hide that you were checking him out, you were doing the worst job ever.

unabashed stares were far from foreign to him, he couldn’t say he minded them - especially when they were from someone cute.

he takes a quick walk around the vehicle, checking for any external damage. "tyres look fine," he mumbles to himself.

then he stops at the hood to pop it open. a frown settles upon his features as he begins to try to diagnose the issue at hand.

you don't even try to understand what he's doing, you're honestly far more concerned with analysing every square inch of the adonis before you.

"you okay standing out here? it's pretty hot," he turns to you. you had lost track of time, has it been a few minutes or a few hours? "you can sit in my truck, it has ac, or i can get you some water."

"just the water is fine!" you respond, even though cold air sounded like paradise right now actually, "i've always been somewhat interested in cars and stuff." you lied again.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"yeah, my dad used to fix old cars up - he'd make me hand him tools from time to time." you walked closer to him, leaving a few centimetres between your bodies.

"then, you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit? i think i know what the issue is here." you nodded vehemently, unable to stop yourself from forming an eager smile.

only when he walks away do you realise you have been holding your breath. you barely have time to catch it before he's back with two chilled water bottles in one hand and a hefty toolbox in the other. bulging muscles ripple across his arms, the sight puts a fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach.

he sets the box down with a light grunt, then looks at you kindly and with an outstretched arm to hand you a cool bottle. the fact his hand, which you notice is comparatively larger and rougher, brushes against yours only exacerbates your condition.

you can barely look him in the eye as you take the bottle from him; you waste no time before cracking it open and gulping down a considerable amount. his eyes can’t help but follow the droplets of water that escape the corner of your mouth, trickling down your chin, your neck and then your chest before disappearing between your cleavage (which he had been trying to ignore from the moment you stepped out of your car).

“someone’s thirsty,” he mentally slaps himself and comments with a chuckle to ease the moment of tension.

he takes a swig of water before putting on gloves, picking a took out of the box and getting to work.

for a moment, only the sound of distant wildlife in the surrounding area can be heard. leaving you ample time to watch. the way his brows furrow as he concentrates on his job is more attractive than it should be.

“my name is jeno by the way,” he breaks the silence. you hadn’t even thought to ask, you quickly reply with your name. “where are you heading?”

“my friend’s place for a barbecue. this was supposed to be a shortcut, but it ended up leaving me stranded in the middle of nowhere.” he lets out a sympathetic hum before letting a comfortable silence fall between the two of you again.

he hands whatever tool he has in his hand to you and asks, “can you pass me the torque wrench?”

you stare at him blankly then you stare down at the array of tools laid out. the temperature of your body increases even further as he smiles at you knowingly.

“hard to think with the heat, huh?” he chuckles walking past you to pick up the tool you would have never guessed was what he was asking for. “don’t worry about it, you can just stand and watch,” he said as though that wasn’t what you had been doing up until now anyway.

he’s sure you’re not actually interested in cars in the slightest but rattles on about the topic. most of it all flies over your head but you nod and giggle as your gaze trails over the veins on his arms are he tightens bolts.

after a short while, he stands up straight. wiping his forearm over his sweaty forehead he declares he thinks he’s done.

“key?” he plucks off his gloves as you fish it out of your purse and hand it over to him. “glad you know that one.” he teases.

you watch with bated breath as he gets into your car to start it; sure enough, the engine purrs when he turns the key.

he jumps out of the car and flashes you a proud smile that makes you melt more than the heat.

"so...” he starts tucking his gloves into his pocket then he rubs his hands together before placing them on his hips. "how would you like to pay?"

"oh yeah, let me just get my purse. how much was it?." you open your bag to rummage around for your wallet as he tells you the price.

your phone…

sunglasses… 

a pack of gum…

lip gloss…

no wallet.

you smile up at him nervously, excusing yourself to go look in your glove compartment.

jeno follows you around to see you bent over and rummaging around. he loses track of time, too preoccupied with the way your dress rides up to barely cover your ass. he didn't notice how translucent the fabric was until now, he could just make out the outline of the thong you were wearing.

while he blissfully enjoys the show, dread fills you at the realisation you may not be able to pay. you desperately look for stray bits of cash, but you can’t seem to find even a penny in your car all of a sudden.

your frantic search yields absolutely nothing. you take a second to steel yourself before stepping back onto the ground and turning towards him with a doe-eyed guilty expression that makes something stir in his abdomen.

"i swear i had it but-" you mutter, finally moving to sit facing him in the passenger’s seat. he suddenly feels a lot bigger now you're staring up at him and he's looking down at you. "but it's not- i don't have any money so-"

"well, there are other ways to pay." only when the words leave his mouth does jeno realise there is room for misinterpretation but, for some reason, he doesn't feel like correcting himself.

maybe it was the warmth or the stress of your predicament, but your mind began to entertain itself with thoughts that had nothing to do with getting this man that you had only met today his money.

you blinked dumbly, absolutely none of the cogs turning in your brain as you started eyeing him again. starting at the neckline of his tank and then fixating on his deep collarbones momentarily before drifting down.

sweat had turned the white cotton covering his torso almost transparent. the material clung to the ridges of his toned chest and abs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

your mouth went dry; you were eyeing him like a dehydrated desert wanderer who had just spotted an oasis.

“like… how?” you blink up at him as though you don’t catch his drift. the innocence you feign starts to chip away at his self-control.

though he comes off as rather relaxed on the outside, jeno is rather rigid with himself. he had to be to run a business with any success. but at the end of the day, he was his own boss; no one had to know about this.

he glanced around. you were on a road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woodland and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen another car drive past.

he could bend his rules this once for you.

“you’re not just a pretty face, you’re a smart girl, right?” finally, he gives into the desire that had been building inside of him since the moment he laid eyes on you. his charming eye-smile turns into a dark glare; his voice drops a couple octaves. “use your head.”

without another word, you stand up and sink down to squat, reluctant to get your knees dirty. you stare up awaiting further instruction.

“you know transfers are a thing, right?” he laughs sliding a hand over your cheek, feeling a switch inside of him flip. here you were debasing yourself for a man you had just met. “i think i like this much better though, clever girl.” 

he can’t believe you’re doing this.

he can’t believe he’s doing this.

you untie his overalls letting them drop down to his knees and tug down his boxers. internally you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a well-groomed semi-hard cock. feeling it twitch up to attention as you wrap a hand around it. he groans out an obscenity as you begin to tentatively stoke him.

“you’re gonna need to do a lot more than that if you plan on giving me my money’s worth.” he tuts down at you, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your head. 

“whatever you want.” the seductive lilt of your voice makes him reel.

“whatever?” his chest rises as he takes a deep breath and forms a light grip on your locks. 

“anything.” you nod.

“then open your fucking mouth, slut.”  his voice suddenly becomes gravelly and commanding as he cranes your head back. you obediently open up for him, wrapping your lips around his tip to lap at the salty fluid that had started to spill out of it.

“hands behind your back,” the look in his eyes is wild as he watches you promptly obey him without reluctance. you want to please him, repay him for his kindness.  

you take the initiative to take him even deeper, creeping down inch by inch deeper with each bob; the more you take, the more drool escapes the corners of your mouth, dripping down in thick strings. you let out garbled moans, sending vibrations through him; his hand instinctively grips your locks, pushing his cock harshly into the back of your throat. you swallow a gag and tears prick your eyes but keep going.

“you’re so good,” he huffs, abdomen tightening, “you do this often? bet you’d let any man shove their cock down your throat, cheap fucking slut.”

you whine around him in protest, he lets you up to speak. you vehemently shake your head and choke out, “only you.“

“just for me.” his thumb softly endearingly caresses the back of your head. “god, what did i do to get this lucky.” he half mutters to himself before shoving himself back into your accepting mouth.

he continues to fuck into your face like you’re nothing but a hole and you take it. his head tips back as he lets out unbridled moans, comforted by the fact there was no one for miles to witness your debauchery, but infinitely turned on by the fact you were so out in the open.

jeno's breathing gets more ragged with each thrust, he hunches forward at the feeling of his orgasm hurtling towards him. if your mouth wasn't currently stuffed, you would smile as you brought a hand up to toy with his saliva-coated balls.

"oh my fucking- i'm cumming." it was the last push he needed before shooting his load down your throat. keeping you locked in place, nose smushed up against his pubic bone. all strength leaves your legs and you fall to your knees, the hard ground digs into your skin but the pain means nothing when he’s groaning about how well you’re taking his cum. you can barely breathe and your head is spinning but you wish you could make him cum again already. 

after a while, he settles down from his high and slowly removes himself. his hand grips firmly at your hair, keeping you in place. 

“what a fucking mess.” he sneers while admiring his work, how filthy you look kneeling before him. spit and cum cover your chin down to your chest; the low neckline of your dress is soaked. not to mention your makeup, black inky streaks ran down your cheeks. “liked taking my cock so much you forgot you had something to look pretty for.”

the look in your eyes was close to piety, unfazed that there was no way you could go to your friend’s house in this state. maybe he’d fucked your face a little too hard and knocked some sense out of you. it was the only explanation for you so gleefully offering yourself to every whim of a stranger; jeno was not a good enough man to refuse such an offer. 

“want more? you know, most of my customers tip.” he says in an expectant tone. “no pressure though.”

“wanna fuck me?” you run a finger up his thigh, skipping being coy - you needed him.

“i don’t know, can i?” he wants to toy with you, however.

“i said you can do anything, didn’t i?” you shuffle closer to him on your knees, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

“anything…” he repeats, dark thoughts run through his mind. a deep, shaky breath leaves jeno’s nostrils as he tries to contain the arousal stirring back up inside of him. he moves his leg forward, situating one of his heavy work boots between your legs; with the grasp he still has on you, he forces your core to come down against it. 

he doesn’t have to utter another word before your hips start moving. you bite your lip to contain the sounds threatening to escape you, shame finally kicking in somewhat. but he was having none of that; a sharp tug at your hair was all it took, he tipped your head back, and all the moans came spilling out. 

“good.” his praise encourages you to circle your hips faster. the panties you have on do nothing to hide how slick you are. 

you angle your hips for more stimulation, your swollen clit growing more sensitive by the second. you haven’t been at this for that long, but he can tell by the way your moans pick in pitch you’re nearly there. 

“close already?” he lifts the toe of his boot, pressing into you harder. “go ahead, cum on my boot. dirty, pathetic slut.” you whimper out pitifully as your orgasm finally wreaks you. 

he leaves you no time to recuperate before tugging your locks to make you stand and smashing his lips against yours. only now does it hit you that you’ve skipped quite a few bases, it’s the first time you’ve felt his lips against your own. 

you melt into his domineering kiss, trying your best to keep up with his lascivious pace. hands grope at your body, smoothing up your thighs and under your dress. 

a whine leaves your lips when his hands roughly squeeze your ass. he wastes no time attaching his lips to your neck, nipping at the skin as he moves to start pulling your panties off, you help him get them off the rest of the way and throw them somewhere into your car. 

deft fingers wander between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingertips. the slightest brush against your raw clit makes you shudder in his grasp.

“gonna use this wet little pussy, just like i did your throat.” he whispered hotly against the skin of your neck, teasing your miserably sopping slit. “and you’re gonna take it like the good fucktoy you are.” 

now’s the point he’d finger a girl open a bit, maybe make her cum again. he’s usually kinder, more careful, less selfish; all that runs through his mind are animalistic thoughts of ruining you. 

you see the moment his resolve snaps completely, pupils dilating as a vein pops up on his temple. with no finesse at all, you’re turned around; a hand plants itself on your back, firmly pushing your torso down, you barely cushion your fall onto the car seat. 

he almost goes right in before the last fragment of sense left inside of him reminds him he’s forgotten something crucial. 

“shit, i don’t have a condom.” he slaps a hand over his face, vexed over the possibility of things ending here.

“i think i might,” you hurriedly reach into the glove compartment. not taking long to produce a foil packet and hand it to him; you turn to see he has an amused expression on his face.

“you remembered condoms but not money?” he snickers. “priorities.” 

you lower your head in embarrassment, begging him to get on with it. he obliges, quickly ripping open the packet and wrapping his cock up. with a deep hum, he slides his cock up between your ass cheeks. your back arches to push your backside further against him temptingly.

your mouths hang open in unison as he slides into you. he releases a long groan as he bottoms out, your tight unprepared hole swallowing him up deliciously. jeno’s body moves on its own, allowing neither of you time to adjust before reeling his hips back and slamming back in. his hands find purchase on your hips as he begins to pound you, digging into your curves for leverage; each thrust punching a choked moan out of you. 

“taking me so well,” he eyes the shameless mess beneath him, skin glistening with perspiration. he’s sure he’s equally as sweaty with the heat, probably more so with how much he is exerting himself; sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, he can feel droplets racing down the sharp contours of his face to drip off his chin. yet he feels no fatigue, adrenaline keeps him going - keeps him fucking into you at a bestial pace. something about being surrounded by wilderness draws out a side of him so despicably feral, a side of him he had never been able to admit to having. 

when he said he would use you, he meant it well and truly. his cock bullied its way deeper into you.

“god! so fucking deep.” you manage to stutter out as he mercilessly crams every last inch of his cock inside. you’re sure he doesn’t mean or care to, but he hits all the spots that make your walls clench around him tighter, sucking him in deeper. 

“i can feel how close you are,” your legs shake, everything becoming more and more overwhelming by the second. his fingers dig into your flesh, holding your squirming body, “like being my fucktoy, yeah? gonna cream all over my cock?”

your legs shake and your nails scrape at the hard cushion beneath you as you bawl out incoherent words about how you’re cumming. your eyes roll into the back of you as the feeling seizes your body wholly. leaving your ears ringing and broken moans tumbling out of you as he drills you through your high.

once you fall, your legs give out and you fall limp on the seat. jeno doesn’t let up at all though. strong hands lay into your shoulders, your body is pressed further into the chair with his body weight. you barely have the space to breathe but he couldn’t care less, not when he was so close to the peak. 

he plants a foot on the car’s sill to anchor himself through a barrage of unrestrained, choppy thrusts. your poor car jolts and whines under their power.

between getting your throat fucked raw and brain-melting overstimulation, you could not form words; nothing that came out of jeno was coherent either, guttural noises of pleasure erupted from him. 

you only find out he’s cumming when you feel his cock twitch inside your sensitive walls. the fact he’s moaning your name between grunts is something you barely pick up; your body and mind have gone numb. motor function is off the table now, the only movement you can manage are involuntary muscle twitches.

jeno stills, basking in the fading pleasure, catching his breath. you’re too out of it to let out a small whine as he pulls out of you, leaving you devastatingly empty. 

“you good?” he pipes up, as you sluggishly pick yourself up. 

“fine, i think.” the heat and exhaustion have evidently defeated you; the look in your eyes is vacant as you wipe the sweat off of your forehead. you fix the straps of your soiled dress and plant your feet on the ground, your legs give out momentarily, but you catch yourself before you fall to the ground. he can't help but burst out laughing.

“look at you,” he takes your hand to steady you. the smirk on his face tells you he’s thoroughly enjoying the fact he’s fucked you to the point you can’t walk straight. “let’s get you cleaned up and home.” 

“thanks,” your cheeks grow hot as you limp toward his truck.

 “next time, bring money. not everyone’s as nice as me.” 

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[th0ti-th0ts]

just desserts

hobie brown x reader, miguel o’hara x reader (implied)

summary: leave it to the big guy to be so damn obvious. if only it wasn't this fun for hobie to mess with him.

or: hobie exploits miguel’s one weakness for some shits and giggles (but also to stick it to The Man).

cw: fluff but hobie makes some innuendos. jealous!miguel, miguel who can't admit his feelings, hobie who knows this and knows he has more game and takes full advantage of this

You’re talking to Hobie when his attention is captured by something behind you. His gaze shifts as he raises a brow challengingly, mouth pulled into a cocky slant. It’s quick, quick enough that most people wouldn’t catch it, but you’re not most people. Not with your reflexes.

“—And I was—Hobie? Something wrong?”

You’ve got his attention again. “Yeah, luv? Sorry ‘bout that, got somethin’ in my eye.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, and gives you a lazy grin. "Distracted me fro' your beauty for a minute."

You roll your eyes as you continue to tell your tale, Hobie listening to you with the kind of careless intensity that only he could pull off. While his flirtatious comments could be construed as something more, he says them with such a dry wit that it's hardly anything more than friendly. As the the two of you meander down the line of the cafeteria, grabbing whatever food spikes your interest, his arm remains a steady presence around you. Again, you don’t think much of it—Hobie's a touchy guy with his closest friends.

“Ya’ ever wonder 'ow these futuristic blokes come up wit’ some o’ these pop flavors?" he asks you, holding a can of soda in his hand as he languid reads off the label. "‘Sparkling orange cream cider with a 'int of lime...'" He pulls a face. "Sounds mad.”

You laugh. “It’s actually kinda good. Peter recommended it to me last time.”

He looks at you, surprised. “Huh." And then, with a hint of suspicion, he asks, "...Which Peter? Ya' can't trust all ov' their taste buds...”

With his arm around you, Hobie steers the two of you around the cafeteria, and you end up accidentally bumping into the person next to you in line. The two of you continue to chat--that is, until you hear someone clear their throat meaningfully. You glance behind you, unaware of the challenging glean in Hobie's cool gaze.

"Oh, hi, Miguel! I don't think I've ever seen you out here before."

He raises a brow. In his hand is a box of the empanadas he loves so much.

"I do... eat, you know."

Miguel's usual dry and blunt manner of speaking has hardly deterred you before.

"Yeah, but I don't think you really leave that dinky, dark room of yours," you say thoughtfully, to which Hobie snorts next to you. His body shakes with the effort to contain his amusement. Your eyes widen. "I—I didn't mean it like that!"

"I know what you mean," Miguel cuts you off. He jabs the empanada before him with tongs, puncturing its shell. His irritation is palpable. Maybe he's having a bad day? "I..." He sighs heavily, surveying the two of you, his gaze lingering on your shoulder. "Just felt like a change of scenery."

"Or at least I did," he mutters, but you don't quite catch it.

"Sorry?"

"Nothing."

"'Ey, 'ey. Look wha' we got 'ere." Hobie, the ever keen observer, steers you around Miguel, to direct your attention to today's dessert on the menu. Your eyes widen at the various flavors of cupcakes before you. You fucking love cupcakes.

"Lemme guess," Hobie says. "You're a chocolate kinda gal?" He snags a cupcake for each of you. Just as he hands it to you though, you're distracted by the sound of tongs clattering.

You glance to your right, only for Hobie to end up smearing some of the cupcake's icing across your cheek. You blink in surprise.

"Hey!"

"Oops." An amused smirk stretches Hobie's face. “Made a mess o' yourself, looks like it."

"You're the one who did it!"

Hobie puts his palms up, stating solemnly, "All's wort' it in pursuit of something sweet."

You glower at him, rubbing your cheek. "Did I get it?"

He shakes his head. "Nope." You rub again. "A lit'le to the left. Nope… Is a bit like finding a needle in a 'aystack for you, innit? Lemme help.”

Hobie’s thumb comes up to your cheek, swiping the suspect away. You scrunch your nose up, to which he makes a satisfied noise in his throat.

"Almos' regret doin' that. Ya' pull off the 'cream on ya' face' look."

You roll your eyes at the obvious innuendo, smacking his chest. “Hobie. Not in public!”

He shrugs unapologetically.

CRCKK.

The sound of cardboard crumpling meets your ears. The both of you turn around.

“Ay, chingados,” Miguel curses at his crushed box, meat and veggie filling from his empanadas splayed across the ground. He kicks the box away, before slamming his hand onto the counter. Hunched over, a hand tensely massaging his brow as he mutters, “Maldito sea. Estoy harto de ver esta mierda amorosa."

You raise a brow. You think you hear Hobie mutter something to the effect of, "Stickin' it to the big guy one step a' a time," and you're certainly not sure what that means. Miguel stops only when he notices you and everyone in the cafeteria watching him. He straightens up, and clears his throat before summoning his AI.

“Lyla, just have someone bring food to my room,” he grumbles.

"Roger that," she says.

And then Miguel is stalking away before either of you know it.

You watch his retreating back curiously. "I wonder what that was about..." you think aloud.

“No idea,” Hobie drawls. Of course, it's a lie, or as Hobie likes to think of it, a covert truth. He salutes in Miguel's direction.

Leave it to the big guy to be so damn obvious. If only it wasn't this fun to mess with him. And... Hobie glances down at you. If only you realized how much power you held over him.

Both of them, really.

—

translations:

estoy harto de ver esta mierda amorosa = i'm sick of seeing all this lovey-dovey shit

the other phrases are just a bunch of cursing lmao

[jenoslutie]

a slutty noel! | l.jn

❥ Synopsis: Your best friend Jeno wants to give you your Christmas present!

❥ Pairing: Jeno x Reader

❥ Genre: Smut

❥ Warnings: Jeno has his cock in a box yall, Jeno fingers readers ass!!, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but it is not mentioned), literally not much for this one oops

❥ Word Count: 1020

a/n: y'all i rushed this and rewrote the whole thing cuz i hated it before (i still hate it now but i hope u enjoy!!!) also big thanks to @lowkeyjaemle for the cock in a box idea HAHAHA love u lots

“Merry Christmas!” Jeno greeted, holding the door open with a sheepish grin on his face. “Jeno, Christmas isn’t for another week” you giggled, following him into the small cabin the boys had rented out for part of the winter break. 

Out of all your friends, you expected Jeno to be the one who’d tell you what was going on with the rest of the boys and their weird way of jumping your bones every moment you’re near any of them. That was until you followed him into his room and Jeno quickly ran into the bathroom with no words. 

You waited inside the small room until Jeno was done with his business, walking around the room and looking around at the little decorations the owners had laid out around the room. Moments pass and Jeno finally opens the bathroom door but this time he’s smiling at you with a big sparkly pink present with a darker pink ribbon wrapped around it. 

“Open the box.” Jeno smiled wide, holding the box incredibly close to his crotch area. You chose not to think anything of it until you opened the box and it was filled with loads of pink crinkle paper. “Jeno what the fuck is this?” You giggled, “Did you just get me paper for Christmas?” You rummaged through the box, dropping most of the crinkle paper outside of the box and that's when you see it.

Jeno had his dick in the box. 

The part of the box pressed closest to him had a hole cut through it which his dick was sticking out from. Buried away at the bottom of the box was a bottle of strawberry flavored lube. “Like your present baby?” Jeno’s smirk grew wider than before, carefully pulling the box away from him and wrapping his hand around his cock. You nodded in response and he closed the distance between you. Cupping your chin with his free hand and pulling you in to kiss him. The kiss was experimental at first, testing the waters with how far you’re willing to go but as soon as he feels you trying to deepen the kiss he’s not holding back. Pinning you up against the closest wall and kissing you rough and passionately. 

Jeno pulled away from the kiss. Staring into your dazed eyes with a smirk “How about you show me how much you like your present hm?” You didn’t need to be asked twice, immediately you pulled him towards the bed.

“What’s the lube for?” You questioned, sitting down on the bed, pulling Jeno closer. He only gave you a puzzled look in return. “What do you think? I’m gonna fuck your ass baby” Jeno chuckled, kind of offended didn’t assume so already. 

“Jeno, you know I’ve never done anal right?”

Jeno is the notorious ass man in your friend group so after finding out you’ve never done anal before, he was half ecstatic, half annoyed. If you wanted to try anal you could’ve just asked him. He’s with you 99.9% of the time either way. 

“I’m about to change your life what the fuck” And he’s rushing you out of your clothes and onto all fours. You heard the sound of the bottle of lube being opened followed by the feeling of the cold lube being poured onto your ass. “You want me to finger your ass a little first?” The question was rhetorical but you whimpered a little ‘yes’ feeling Jenos finger around your rim, applying the tiniest bit of pressure and before you know it, Jeno has two fingers fully sheathed into your ass. 

“Can I move my fingers baby?” You nodded in response, not trusting your voice to do you any justice. The feeling was odd at first but as Jeno began thrusting his fingers in faster you couldn't help but moan out at the feeling. Letting Jeno fuck your ass open with his fingers until you were moaning and grinding your ass back against his hand. 

But your pussy looks too pretty and wet for it to just be ignored like this! So being ever so kind, Jeno wasted no time before ridding himself of his clothes and lining himself up to your slit. 

“Fuck baby, your pussy looks too pretty to not fuck right now. I promise I’ll fuck your ass after this” And hes in you, shoving his fat cock into you so hard you’re almost positive the boys (if they’re home) can hear your moans echoing through the small cabin. 

“You like that? Getting fucked by your best friend? Taking his cock in a cabin where any of your other best friends can hear you? But you’d like that won’t you? You’ve already fucked most of them anyways.” Jeno was babbling in your ear. Drunk off the way your pussy wrapped around him so fucking tight. You weren’t any better than him either, mind clouded with Jeno only. But of course that wasn’t enough for Jeno. 

“You want the guys to hear you? Moaning so loud like a fucking slut baby, Making me think maybe they should be in here watching me fuck you stupid. Moaning so fucking loud for me.” He pulled you up so your back was pressed against his chest as he pounded into you from behind. Bringing a hand down to rub your clit, whispering absolute filth in your ear, more than enough to have you seeing stars, cumming around him while he fucks into you, chasing his own high. 

“Gonna let me cum in you? Hm? Have you leaking my cum for days?” He got a chorus of ‘yes’ in reply and that's all he needed before he was holding you close and emptying his load in you. Flopping onto the bed and holding you close as the both of you caught your breaths. The smell of sex and the strawberry lube filling the room, reminding you of how this even happened. 

“Weren’t you going to fuck my ass?” You question as you escape your post-orgasm haze. Jeno merely chuckles, pulling out of you and flopping over onto his back. 

“Next time baby” 

tagging my wifey @jenomov IF you made it this far into this mess of a fic HAIHDIOAHSI

[castiwls]

champagne problems - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you."She would've made such a lovely bride. What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said'

Requested; @arcticwisteria

Notes; No the first time i heard this song I IMMEDIATELY thought of dean :( Also this is quite sad oop but I kinda flipped the prompt so its not the woman saying no but instead its the man it just fitted better in my head. requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The tension in the room was thick. The clock ticking seemed to echo throughout the room getting louder and louder with each passing minute as you both sat in silence. For the first time in your relationship, you had no idea what to say or do. You felt helpless as you sat at the kitchen table, your hands clenching and unclenching rhythmically. “So,” You lay your hands flat on the table looking up at the man sitting opposite you. “This is it? Three years down the drain.” You nodded. You couldn’t help the bitterness that seemed to lace into your tone as you spoke.

The realistic part of your brain knew that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t Dean’s fault that his childhood had messed him up so much that now as an adult he struggled with any relationship. You’d know what you were getting into when you’d first began this relationship. You’d known the baggage that came with loving Dean Winchester yet you’d pushed it away because you were so utterly in love with him.

Yet in this moment, you were wondering if you’d possibly made a mistake. If maybe you’d been so blinded with love that you’d overlooked one too many things. 

“Are you gonna say anything?” You flatted your hands on the table looking up at him. Dean’s gaze was locked on the wall behind you. “Dean! Say something…please.” Your voice broke off slightly at the last word. Dean’s eyes finally moved to yours and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to glisten slightly. 

“I can’t marry you. I…I can’t” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before letting out an airy laugh. “I thought I could. I’ve thought about it for so long but…”

“But you can’t actually do it.” Your hands played with the small red box in your hands. You’d found it on accident a month ago. He’d hidden it in baby’s glove box and that’s where it had lay, slowly collecting dust for the past few months. “You bought the ring, but you can’t actually ask me.” You stared incredulously at him.

Placing the box beside you, you reached out to grasp one of his hands. “What if I asked you?” 

Dean stared at you for a moment. His expression unreadable. “No. He spoke quietly his gaze locked on your hands. “What?” You felt your eyes widen slightly at his bluntness. Dean took a breath before his eyes moved from your hands to your face. He placed his hand over you. “No. I can’t marry you. I thought…I thought the answer was a yes. Sweetheart believe me I did.” He softened his gaze as he watched your eyes slowly begin to fill with tears of their own.

“So what changed.” Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke. You wanted nothing more at this moment than to kick and scream to your heart’s content. “I realised I am far from husband material. That’s what.” A frown pulled at his lips. 

“How do you know that? You are a perfectly good boyfriend. If you weren’t I wouldn’t be sat here right now.” You swallowed trying to hold the tears which threatened to spill back. Dean let out a breath before slowly letting go of your hands. “Because I know I’m messed up alright. And I refuse to burden you with that. Being your boyfriend means you can walk away, I can let you go.” Dean rubbed a palm across his eyes, wiping away the tears which were slowly beginning to fall. “If we get married i can’t let you go.” He finished, his voice dropping to merely a whisper. 

You sucked in a breath, feeling the damn behind your eyes slowly begin to break. “Letting me go?” You shook your head. “No. No, I am not walking away from you Dean. I’m not walking away from us.” You said firmly feeling your face dampen with your tears.

You watched with bated breath as the man opposite you slowly rose from his seat and moved beside you. “Your gonna find someone else. Someone else who's gonna love you and who’s gonna get down on one knee and make you so happy.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You're gonna get that apple pie life I know you’ve always wanted. But I can’t be the one to give you that.”

His thumb slowly stroked your cheek as his eyes slowly travelled across your face almost as if he was mapping it out. “I’m sorry.” He whispered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

Your hand gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. After a moment he pulled back. “I love you.” Dean smiled at you, tears slowly falling from his eyes as he stood from his seat. 

It killed him inside to walk away but he knew he had to. He could never be what you needed and with him in your life, you would never find what you needed.

[strnilolo]

oops

summary: the blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge is put on pause when you accidentally injure yourself.

word count: 883

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of knives, mentions of hospital visit, use of y/n, she/her pronouns, only proofread twice, lowercase intentional.

an; thank you guys so much for the love on my last two posts! please send in requests, i would love to hear what ideas you guys have.

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driving to the emergency room instead of filming a vlog with the triplets was not how you imagined your night going. everything was perfectly fine when you started filming, you and nick weren’t allowed to hear, matt wasn’t allowed to see, and chris wasn’t allowed to speak. all was well, until you needed to cut open the bag of cake mix for the boys to use.

before the chaos..

“okay we need to get a bowl” you loudly explain the first step to the boys, unaware of your volume. chris grabs your shoulders and ushers you to lower your voice, to which you attempt.

“matt don’t move, i’ll get it” you hastily run over to matt before he can get to the cabinet containing the glass bowls.

“n/n hush, we can hear you” matt laughs standing back as you get the bowl yourself.

“what??” again, as loud as you can be without physically yelling.

“he means shut the fuck up” nick shouts grabbing your head, forcing you to look at him. you laugh, almost falling over in the process. chris grabs the box, reading the instructions to hopefully get the actual baking started, when you grab the knife needed to cut open the bag of cake mix.

“here let me cut it open” you grab the bag from chris, taking it and the knife to the trashcan so you don’t make a mess. holding the bag in one hand, you bring the knife to the side you were holding, your first mistake. slicing the plastic open, you immediately are hit with a stinging pain in your finger.

“oh fuck” you drop the bag onto the counter, taking your headphones off.

“guys i cut my finger open, holy shit” you begin to panic, holding the wound on your finger as blood drips at a rapid pace down your hands, onto the floor.

“what?” matt rips off the blindfold that was once over his eyes. chris and matt rush to you, leaving a confused nick, still jamming out to his music.

“what happened” nick shouts, now also rushing over to your aid.

“ i was trying to cut open the bag for chris and i cut my finger” you try to explain as calmly as possible, failing as a tear makes its way down your face.

“let me see it” matt grabs your hand, but you jerk back instinctively.

“y/n i have to see how bad it is, i need to know if you need to go to the hospital” anxiety on high, matt snaps at you, grabbing your hand once more. nick places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“okay, this is going to need stitches, let’s go. chris turn off the camera, and get in the car” matt rushes you all to the car, grabbing paper towels on the way out to stop the bleeding.

now all three of you sit in the car, you in the passenger seat so that matt can see you, while chris and nick are in the back seat, leaning forward to make sure you’re alright.

“did i ever tell you guys i hate blood” you laugh tearfully, squeezing the napkins over your finger.

“y/n you worked at a hospital when you were younger, how do you hate blood?” chris leans over your shoulder, watching your bleeding hand cautiously.

“an ANIMAL hospital, chris, it’s completely different” you correct him, closing your eyes to stop yourself from thinking about your injury.

“we’re almost there, as long as i don’t get pulled over you’ll be fine” matt grabs a few paper towels from his lap, urging you to change out the ones that are around your finger.

“matt do not get pulled over for this, im fine. stop speeding” you hand the paper towels to nick and shove your hand into his lap.

“i don’t want to do it, i’ll throw up”

rolling his eyes, nick begins to unwrap the paper towels from your index finger, revealing the severity of your injury, or lack there of.

“it’s not too terrible, it’s deep but not long. you should only need a few stitches” nick finishes wrapping your finger, and rubs your arm to comfort you.

arriving at the emergency room, you are immediately seen, as you’re actively bleeding, and the doctor tells you and the boys that you got lucky. the cut will only need to be glued shut, and bandaged.

finishing your wound, the doctor tells you to stay away from knives and to be more careful.

“how did you cut yourself, you weren’t even blindfolded?” matt laces his fingers with yours, the hand that you didn’t cut, of course, and leads you to the car.

“very carefully”

“well now we know, don’t trust y/n with knives, or sharpe objects, or around blood, even though she worked at an ‘ANIMAL’ hospital” chris mocks your emphasis on the word animal, lightly shoving you towards the car.

“HEY! she’s clumsy she could have tripped over that branch and DIED” nick dramatically places an arm out to stop you from ‘falling’.

“i’ll never live this down will i?” you roll your eyes, stepping aside so matt can open your car door.

“nope” matt smiles, making sure you’re fully in the car before shutting the door.

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[tubbytarchia]

Actually I'm gonna need a little insanity thread for all the rancher things I love as I watch their POV for the first time. I'll publicize this when I'm done with ep5

TLDR: Heavens, it is a long list. I cannot tldr this

Them running around in circles, completely lost after their first deaths whilst also not expressing even the slightest bit of anger (esp Jimmy because you know)

Them expecting the other to know how to build but neither of them can

Tango building a box of a house and Jimmy being absolutely smitten by it continuously

Tango praising Jimmy with full genuinity for bringing back... a bucket of water

Them cradling one little chicken like its their offspring before they can get more

Jimmy standing behind the door, calling for Tango in order to surprise him with cows.... god help my heart

Tango declaring them as team ranchers to immediately admit he might not be a very good rancher. This is good and cute because I love to see them struggle yet have unbridled support towards each other

Jimmy being cornered by Joel and Etho so Tango leaves to save him (or so he says at least!)

Jimmy ushering Tango into their house as Tango yells for help due to his hunger and being chased by mobs, and then Jimmy giving him two melon slices because that's all he has (They are so pathetically poor which only accentuates the wholesome and cute factor)

Jimmy accidentally picking up Tango's baked potato and then handing it back to him so they can eat together while Tango basically foams out the mouth because he's so hungry

"Welcome home honey"

Them celebrating being able to feed themselves to any degree

Tango all "I built that wall, it's ugly, continuing the trend" only for Jimmy to immediately proclaim that he likes it

Jimmy catching on that Tango can be a great builder actually and confronting him about it like he's just been cheated on

Tango blocking their entrance to prevent more cows from leaving for Jimmy to then admit that he was the one that broke the door, oops

Tango watching Jimmy escort two goats from a distance "he's doing great"

Them in total confusion wasting way too much time trying to figure out how to get goat horns as they're huddled in their house with said goats strolling around (and them continuing to get butted casually as they go about their normal activities) before eventually choosing to waste much more time by trying to do the same thing outside

Unrelated but Pearl of all people being the first person to come to them with genuine help rather than to fuck with them like everyone else

In the face of all their struggles, the thing that seems to bring the absolute most joy to Tango and Jimmy by this point is obtaining a silly little goat horn

The fact that they both got the exact same goat horn!!!

"I need stuff for tools, and I need stuff for Jimmy"

Tango defending their base's looks despite proclaiming to be a bad builder, because god, I want him to be doing that just because of how much Jimmy praised it

Nobody replying to their goat horns, but THEM replying to each other!! (They also toot at each other later when frantically looking for each other agh!!)

This time Tango interrogating Jimmy as if he's been cheated on because Jimmy went into the deep dark without his approval

"The R survived"

"Tango snap out of it; Tango's having a moment" *Tango yelling and groaning and grunting and laughing continuously*

"Tango, Tango, let's think about this. Let's think about this!" "Hold me back" "Tango, listen to the horn" Jimmy calming his deranged husband aw

Tango burying his head in a corner refusing to look at his beautiful ranch in complete ruin even as Jimmy coaxes him

Jimmy and Tango kind of begrudgingly accepting Scar trying to be nice but Jimmy still valiantly defending the foot tower before it burned to the ground

Their son/daughter :( (Tango refers to the Warden as a she one episode and a he in another. Their child was an icon...)

Tango expressing that he's proud of Jimmy for having stayed alive so long and Jimmy replying "It's all down to to you. Hey, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you"

Maybe Jimmy really didn't have a water bucket on him but it was so funny of him to casually turn to Tango whilst on fire and go "can you put me out?"

Jimmy being comically kidnapped??? (Actually being put into gay baby jail instead) And asking Tango to help save him

"You're still here? It's over. Go home. Go." (insert a bunch of crying emojis)

Other stuff: I think by virtue of Jimmy being a real tall guy, his character is usually depicted as taller than Tango's if not significantly so. As such... Tango calling Jimmy "little man" tickles me greatly and sounds like a very fond pet name

Briefly brought it up earlier but goddd. I will absolutely hc that Tango only became proud and defendant of his work because of how much Jimmy liked what he built. And Jimmy always being there and calming Tango in his crazed outbursts <3 Tango is such a goddamn creature isn't he

And the uhh... Tango dying quickest out of anyone because of a creeper, to then express that he was proud of Jimmy for doing well even though he got them killed the first time around, and then Jimmy unceremoniously dying to an Enderman to end their series for good... As funny and poetic as it is, god, the canary curse fuckin hurts!! And yet there were hardly times that Tango showed disdain towards Jimmy, and then never genuinely. He knew their series could end quick with Jimmy as his soulmate and even when their positivity faltered, their support towards one another never did

For having read all this (or maybe just glancing and scrolling)... some unfinished rancher doodles just for you that I made while watching their POV

:)

[zeestarfishalien]

Oops, John Constantine Found Family

[Day 1 dpxdc week 2023; John Constantine // Found Family // Oops]

• John Constantine/Box Ghost/Lunch Lady

John curses the Infinite King the first time he’s asked out to dinner.

It’s ridiculous, the parents of the little ghost child are loud and obnoxious and…definitely not endearing in the slightest. He’s sure he’ll be sick of the word “beware” before the end of the night.

But it is and he’s not.

He agrees to another dinner, more to prove to himself that this would never come anywhere close to working. He doesn’t get nice things and these two are just so…ridiculous and it’s so different from how his entire life has been, one nitty-gritty moment after the next; dooming his soul for power and favors.

But they aren’t turned off by his life or his rude demeanor. They like him and they show it. Against all odds, they just work.

And to think it all started with the end of the world…

~•~

John hates when he’s the last call, the hail mary pass, for the end of the world. Most of the better options for solving problems take time to put together, which is something few on the Justice League seem to understand and even fewer (read: None) seem to remember when a big threat comes about.

Since it’s potentially the end of the world, what’s one more time selling his soul going to hurt?

Possibly a lot this time. The King of Restless Dead holds sway over those that fall in the in between. They are historically stronger than most demons and spirits and on par with most deities. And since it is a title one by conquest most of the time the one to take over the throne is more powerful than the previous holders.

Now John really isn’t all that keen on joining the King’s legions but like he’s mentioned previously, end of the world and all that.

It’s a fitting enough end for him, he thinks and he hopes that his planned contract doesn’t have any loopholes for the King to take advantage of. Loosing the King of Restless Dead, King of the Infinite, King of the space between worlds, upon Earth for them to wreck havoc would probably cause Batman to revive John just so he can kill him again.

So it’s with a heavy heart and skyrocketing blood pressure that John starts chanting the words to bring the King of Ghosts to Earth, this Earth here and now. He’s got to be specific. Every single word matters…

…

John doesn’t know what he was expecting. A terror of the night? A horrific figure or possibly some sort of Eldritch entity that nearly melts his brain with its very presence?

Not a teenager that’s for fucking certain.

He’s not…he’s not certain what exactly he’s seeing as a funky little girl with blue skin and pigtails hikes herself up to peek over the teen’s shoulder.

He opens his mouth, probably to spit out some snarky comment or another but something in the teen’s eyes stops him. Then the overwhelming power hits him with the full force of a speeding freight train.

His lungs are too tight, too full. He can’t breathe, he can’t even twitch a bloody muscle under those glowing toxic waste eyes. The teen tilts his head, assessing John, weighing his tattered and bloody soul.

“What do you want, Laughing Magician?”

And that’s a fucking title. The King has his fucking title in hand with just a glance at him. The teen is all seriousness despite the little girl floating up to rest her upper body on his head like being The King just means he’s a glorified babysitter. She’s unaffected by the roiling waves of power washing off of him and crashing into John repeatedly.

He swallows and chokes on it because his throat is suddenly too dry. He coughs a few times before sinking into a bow.

“Oh King of Restless Dead and all those trapped in between death and life, I came seeking your aid to save this world and its inhabitants.” He doesn’t dare look up no matter how crawly his skin feels or how the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

“Ohhhh. Oh yeah, I was keeping an eye on that but then Boxy asked me to babysit the tyke here. It’s that bad already?”

John has to fight every cell in his body not to look up at the King and give him a taste of the incredulous look on his face.

“We’ve lost several heroes already and countless civilians. Superman is stuck in recovery after an attack, he can’t be out there. Wonder Woman has a broken leg and Batman is no-“

“Okay, okay I get it.” He interrupts, “It’s bad. I’m on it. I just need one thing in return.”

“My soul?”

“Ewww no.” John finally does look up at that just to catch the genuine disguston the teen’s face. “I need you to watch little Boxy junior here while I take care of this. She’s too young for the battlefield.”

“But I’m not qualified to take ca-“

“Thanks!” The King plops the little ghost girl on John and she grabs onto him while he’s too shocked to respond. It’s a good thing she’s a ghost and can fly since it takes him entirely too long to wrap his arms securely around her.

She’s studying him furiously and seems to find him suitable since she eventually grins and introduces herself.

“I’m Box Lunch. Who are you?”

“John,” he answers and that’s all he planned to give her but she stared him down with her beady little red eyes, waiting. “John Constantine and as His Majesty said, I’m also sometimes called the Laughing Magician.”

“Ohhh, so you have lots of names like Danny does.”

“Danny?”

She sends him a flat look.

“You’re kinda slow aren’t you.” When he doesn’t respond she lets out a big sigh, something she definitely doesn’t actually need. “You call him King and use one of his titles but you don’t know who he is?”

Now that’s an answer. And an alarming one at that. Just how high in the ghostly courts are her parents that she can casually call the King by name?

“I uh…” he fumbles a moment for words. “News and info about your world doesn’t cross the veil to here very well.”

“Oh…” She says it like she didn’t realize that. “Oh yeah, that’s Danny’s world. I’ve never actually been to a living realm that wasn’t Danny’s.”

“Not even when you were alive? Or were you from His Majesty’s world?”

She levels that unimpressed look at him again before sighing the worlds biggest sigh. Highly entertaining coming from someone so young and so small.

“Come sit with me.” She floats to the floor and snags his hand to drag him down too. “I will teach you Silly Magician.”

He follows, not sure how to tell her no thanks without upsetting her, so he goes along with it.

~•~

By the time that The King in all his teenager glory popped back in, John and Box Lunch were snuggled into a nearby couch with John reading to her from a spell book (it’s the only thing he had on hand and he made sure to only read the kid safe parts to her).

And the rest is, as they say, history.

More accurately the continuation of John’s very very strange life but details, details.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: By chance(short 1)

In which Jungkook gets to know his soulmate and can't help but fall deeper and deeper in love.

Tags/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Idol!Jungkook, slight angst, major fluff, no one asked but I still deliver, Jungkook having impure thoughts oops

Length: short/mid

Belongs to: By Chance

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"Did you order this much?" He laughs to himself as he brings in all the takeout boxes. You jump up to help, nodding eagerly, your phone now discarded on his couch. You've visited him after he'd asked if you wanted to spend some time with him- get to know him, seeing as you're soulmates.

"I haven't eaten all day - and honestly, I paid for it, so who cares! Those cinnamon bites will still taste good tomorrow morning for breakfast. And before you ask, I do plan on taking this stuff home with me if we don't finish it." You shrug, bringing the other boxes Jungkook couldn't hold into the living room.

"How much do I owe you?" He asks, already taking his phone out, and you just lick your finger after having opened some boxes to look what's what, shaking your head.

"Your honest opinion on the chicken, really. I've never ordered those, but they do look very hot right now, not gonna lie." You say, sitting down before stretching your legs. Your shorts reveal a tattoo on your leg that seems to travel high up- he's spotted a glimpse of something up to your rib when your stretched earlier, rising fabric of your shirt having also revealed a sparkling butterfly hanging from a silver piercing decorating your belly button. It makes him wonder how much more you hide away from his eyes, what might be there to discover for him.

You seem to be such a free spirit- an uncaged bird, open, colorful, exciting. You're infectious too, your bubbly nature easily making him feel all happy and relaxed. And he swears that's not just his soulmate bond speaking. He truly believes he would've at least developed a crush on you no matter the circumstances, really. You're cute, a little wild, testing him as if to see if he's able to tame you. You're exactly his type, not just physically.

Your beauty is simply a bonus- a pretty soul safely tucked into an equally pretty body.

"I love them, even if they're a little greasy. I've got a horrible love for fried foods." He laughs, sitting down to eat across from you.

"Would've never guessed." You smile. "Not to insult you, really. But I always thought every Idol, you know, is obsessed with dieting and staying away from anything that could have more calories than a carrot." You say, before holding a hand towards your mouth, eyes wide. "Oh my God, that sounded so rude, fuck!" You shake your head. "Now I cursed, I'm sorry, fuck- I mean not fuck, shit- I mean-" you whine to yourself putting your face in your hands while Jungkook laughs across from you.

"You're fine, really, it's okay." He reassures. "I'm not that sensitive, and honestly, a lot of idols do be like that." He shrugs.

"Maybe? I mean, I probably shouldn't even bring that topic up. I don't wanna be nosy." You say quietly, stealing a piece of chicken from him before you freeze in your motions. "Oh God I should've asked- why am I like this?!" You scold yourself, and he smiles brightly towards you.

"You're cute, nothing wrong with it." He flirts.

You look at him a little playfully suspicious before you continue eating. "If you're aiming at getting into my pants, I might have to disappoint you, mister." You say, and his eyes widen while he stops chewing for a second. "In front of you sits a very awkward virgin that's not even sure if she even likes sex, or kissing, or anything of that nature really. I'm just putting it out there, lay my cards on the table, I guess." You shrug before taking a sip of your soda.

"May I ask why?" He wonders respectfully, wiping his fingers on a napkin close by. "I'll respect your decision, obviously. I'm just curious, I guess." He clarifies, and you shrug.

"You've got every right to be." You nod, licking your lips. "I guess every guy has always been so.. pushy with it to the point where I didn't want to do it simply just to spite them." You explain, not looking at him. "Wanted to see how they'd react if I said that I didn't want to. You know, neither kiss nor have sex. Like a test, to see if they're any good." You tell him, and he nods.

"And none ever passed the test?" He asks, making you shrug as you look at him now.

"I mean, there's one who's on a pretty good road of maybe being the first to do just that." You say, and he smiles charmingly, fingers playing with his lip ring for a second before he turns serious again.

"All jokes aside, I really am okay with that." He says. "I didn't invite you here to fuck you, nor do I ever plan on doing that. Putting up a facade to tangle you into something, I mean. I'd fuck you if you'd want me to, just to be clear here." He tells you, reaching over to steal a few sips of your drink.

"Well, you stole an indirect kiss now, so that gonna be some points added to your fuckboy-ness." You say, crossing your arms- unaware probably that he now gets a very attractive sight of your cleavage now.

"We can easily make it a direct one too, if you want." He flirts again, and you stay quiet for a second, almost making him apologize- until you actually speak again, softly.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind.." you mumble.

"You don't have to push yourself." He tells you calmly. "I'm sorry if it felt like I was trying to convince you. I'm only joking around."

"No-" you start, looking everywhere but him. "-I, don't know, I actually do wanna try it with you. See if I like it." You say. "But, you know, only if you're up for it too."

"I'd be dumb to say no to kissing a pretty girl like you." He shrugs with a boyish smile before he gets up from the floor and squats down in front of you, his hands on your knees as you're still sitting on his couch. He chuckles at your shyness a bit before he slowly leans upwards, making sure to check until the very last second for any signs of you becoming uncomfortable. But that moment never comes, and when his lips make contact with yours for a short peck, your hands find his to hold onto, making him smile into the kiss before he parts from you. "Good? You're free to say if it wasn't, I'm really cool with that." He says, and you nod.

"Never really knew what to expect from a kiss, really." You shrug. "But it's nice. I liked it." You nod.

"Wait that was your first kiss?!" He now asks, and you nod.

"Wasn't that obvious? I thought I made it obvious." You laugh, and he laughs as well.

"I mean, I understood the virgin part, but I thought, you know, a pretty girl like you would've at least been kissed before." He says, and you playfully hit his chest, making him fall dramatically on his butt.

"Oh come on now prince charming, go eat your greasy chicken." You tease, making him grin.

Yeah- he really believes he's gonna fall for you. Maybe he already has.

Either way- he doesn't mind one bit.

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[anonymouspuzzler]

taking a break from the wall of Lobotos to provide some miscellaneous Psychic 7 doodles!!! wait no there's one Loboto in there oops. oh god he's broken containment

(alt text/image IDs under cut!!)

[Image 1 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Ford doing a V-sign with his right hand, wearing baggy high-waisted shorts cinched with a belt and a checkered flannel with the sleeves rolled up, over which is a t-shirt reading "GOD CAN'T KILL ME!"]

[Image 2 ID: Two black-and-white drawings of Ford. In the first, he is posing with one hand on his hip, wearing shorts with a belt and a button-up under a t-shirt. The t-shirt reads, in a flaming text box, "MY FATE IS MY OWN NEITHER GOD NOR THE DEVIL CAN SAVE OR DAMN ME". The second drawing shows him from behind, gesturing to the back of the t-shirt with two thumbs; it reads, "BUY DREAM FLUFFS TODAY!"]

[Image 3 ID: A bust-up black-and-white drawing of Ford, wearing a life vest and giving a thumbs up, wearing a hat that reads "THE ATTITUDES OF WOMEN AND FISH TOWARD ME ARE TOO VARIED AND COMPLEX TO BE ACCURATELY DESCRIBED ON A HAT".]

[Image 4 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Ford and Nona in a rowboat being propelled psychically. Ford is on one knee with one hand on his chest and the other gesturing outwards, singing, "WHENNN THE MOOONNN HITS YOUR EYE LIIIKE A BIIIG PIZZA PIE THAT'S AMOOOREEEE". Nona, leaning on her cane and smiling placidly, thinks, "ohh I can't NOT fuck him".]

[Image 5 ID: An extremely tiny traditional pen drawing of old Bob Zanotto. He is just stood there.]

[Image 6 ID: A black-and-white single-panel comic of Cassie and Ford. Cassie, towering over Ford and leaning with her elbow propped on his head, tapping his forehead with her other hand, smirks and says, "If she's your girl why is my stamp on her plot-important letter". Ford, looking frustrated, replies, "We are in the same polycule".]

[Image 7 ID: A black-and-white single-panel comic of Loboto and Cassie. Cassie is standing behind Loboto, holding his left arm in one hand and holding up a butter knife near his head in mock-threat, smirking mischievously and saying, "Not gonna snitch and tell anyone we broke you out for dinner, right?" Loboto, toppling backwards and looking horrified, replies, "I AM SO SCARED OF YOU".]

[Image 8 ID: A drawing of Puzz, wearing a turtleneck sweater and overalls with her hair in a sloppy bun, smiling and waving lovestruck up at Cassie, who towers over her and looks down with mild interest. Cassie is nearly twice her height.]

[Image 9 ID: A color illustration of Cassie, wearing a long orange dress patterned with ants crawling in lines, a peach shawl patterned with black-and-white illustrations of bees, black flat shoes, a choker and necklace patterned with a bee charm and honey-colored hexagonal gemstones, and a warm yellow beret with an embroidered bee. Her hair is in a bun at the base of her neck and held together with honey-wand styled hairpins. She is carrying a wicker picnic basket, with a bottle of wine and a green-and-yellow checkered cloth sticking out of one side.]

[Image 10-13 IDs: A greyscale four-panel comic. In the first panel, young Bob is talking to Otto at the latter's workbench; Otto is removing a pair of goggles, looking over his shoulder at Bob and smirking knowingly. Bob, blushing and shrugging, avoiding eye contact, says with a nervous grin, "I just think Helmut's cool! It's not like I lie awake at night, thinking of him". The next panel cuts to Bob, doing just that; the third pulls in closer on his face, and the final shows him blushing furiously, saying, "Uh oh."]

[aidaronan]

64 for the spotify wrapped/steddie ficlet thing💕💕💕

So I guess I mixed up these two numbers and you should've gotten the Scary Kids song I used for this fill yesterday lmao So I'm actually giving you #24 because.. oops? At least I managed to actually do a ficlet this time. 64 24 Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

You're in the Walls That I've Made

Tags & Warnings: Angst, spice, angst with a hopeful ending Memories come to him in dreams that won’t let go. Dreams of milky skin slick with sweat, of bodies moving together in the heat, in the cold, in every season between. Teeth sinking into skin, hands tangling in hair and tugging rough. When Eddie wakes up, he swears he can taste Steve on his lips, that he can smell his scent clinging to the pillows, that he can almost imagine that exact way he felt around him. Inside him. Beside him. Fuck, it haunts Eddie all these months later, that he had that hand in his and dared for a fucking second to let it go. But he did. Stumbling barefoot into the kitchen, he rewinds the tape in the answering machine propped up on a stack of unpacked boxes. He listens to the only saved messages. “So it’s about three in the morning and I can’t sleep,” Steve says, voice distorted by phone lines and countless replays. “I told you to go, and I love you and I… I want you to go is the thing. I want you to get out, and I want the whole world to know Eddie Munson can shred or whatever. I want you to be happy, fuck, Eds. I do. But…” There’s a long pause that drags on, filled only by dead air and the quiet mechanical sound of the reels spinning. “But I-” Then the beep of the message cutting off. Eddie counts the seconds before the next message starts. He could mouth along to every word now, match every little rise and fall in Steve’s voice. Every frantic syllable. “I don’t know how to… I want you to go, but I also want to nail your feet to the goddamned floor, you know? Eddie, I can’t. I can’t— ” Steve chokes on his words. “I guess it’s three in the morning so I can pretend it was sleep deprivation or whatever that made me say something so selfish right now but…” Another pause. Click, click, whir. An inhale Eddie can hear even on the tinny tape. When Steve says the last three words, his voice is raspy and soft and worn.

“But don’t go.” The tape beeps again. There’s nothing new after that. Then again, there wouldn’t be. Eddie hasn’t had the phone lines hooked up yet in house he’s been building, the house with room for two. He does have electric though, at least in the kitchen. Which means he can make coffee while he thinks about the dreams. And he can lean against the unpainted cabinets and sip the coffee during the small window he has before all the contractors show up. He can also let his hand slip into his pajama pants while he stares at the framing of a half-wall leading into the living room, can close his eyes and remember counting the beauty marks on Steve’s back while he plunged into him over and over again, while he held Steve’s hips and watched the sweat ruin his perfect hair. Fucking stupid. That’s always how Eddie feels after he comes. Fucking stupid that he left. Fucking stupid that he hasn’t called, that he hasn’t told Steve he haunts him like a ghost, that he’s building this house with walls that can hold him too. Eddie wipes himself clean with a kitchen towel and scrubs a hand over his face, feeling the scarring on his jawline—proof that he can be brave. He just wishes he could remember fucking how. He changes clothes and plays the messages again, unpacking one of the boxes, putting a slew of pictures into actual honest-to-God frames. There's a picture of Eddie and Corroded before they split—half to college, half to Cali to form a new band that would eventually get Eddie build-a-house money.

There's a nice prom night 8x10 of Eddie and Chrissy after Supergirl somehow literally pulled her back from the grave. There's the Hellfire Club too in all it's 1986 glory.

Eddie fills frame after frame with memories old and new. But he saves the big collage frame for last, saves all the pictures he’d bought it for so he can put off the way they'll make him feel, so he can savor them at the same time. Even holding them tastes bittersweet on the back of his tongue.

They're all Steve. Group shots, Polaroids, photo strips from the mall. Some are with the kids, some are with the girls or the whole crew. The one Eddie fits into the slot dead center though? That’s just the two of them, casual enough Eddie won’t have to pay off any of the construction crew, or so it looks anyway. Because as casual and just-friends as he and Steve seem to be in the photo, they'd had their hands in each others' pockets behind their backs, arms crisscrossed, skin warm where they'd touched. The tip of his thumb aching, Eddie finishes bending all the little metal tabs that hold on the back of the frame, realizing as soon as it's done that he’s put the whole damn thing back together upside-down. It startles a wet laugh out of him, breaking open an ache that has never left his chest.

An ache that spills and spills, bottomless, gnawing, maddening. It takes the sharp edges of his car keys digging into his palm for him to realize he’s grabbed them. It’s a mile or so to the nearest payphone. His tires squeal on the pavement. His brain squeals in his skull. Hands shaking, he drops half his change onto the concrete, but he knows the goddamned number by heart. He dials it perfectly.

Ring.

Ring. “Hello,” Steve says, and Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. For several long seconds, he thinks he might not be able to talk after all, that he got this far only to fumble it in the end. His tongue feels two sizes to large. His throat too small.

"Hello?"

Eddie sucks in a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, summoning the Eddie who once faced the hoard, who chose to die and lived. Who chose to die and loved.

When he speaks, it feels like he's trying to use muscles he hasn't used in centuries, coaxing them back into motion so he can rasp out a single sound, swift as a spear slicing through the night: “Steve.”

[eastwindmlk]

Written for @struttingstag prompt: Two-Way Mirror, March 8th Word Count: 1099 (Oops)

The lantern that lit his desk has started to flicker precariously, signalling the coming of morning. Tapping it with his wand, Sirius hoped to revive the light for just a little while longer. Just long enough for the sun to rise and allow him to continue reading. Pulling the throw blanket tighter around himself in an effort to banish the chills. 

Which would have worked fine if the chills hadn’t been from fatigue; his very core was too tired to keep himself warm. Just a few more pages, just a few more charms. Surely, he could crack this! 

He managed to become an animagus at sixteen, for fuck’s sake. How hard could modifying a communication spell be? 

The ball of his hand wiped at his dry, itchy eye while he squinted at the seventh book on just such charms, which offered him little to no useful insights. Flicking through the yellowed pages, his fingers stained with splotches of ink trembled for another hit of nicotine. 

Reluctantly, he placed the book on his desk and dragged his feet over to the window, nudging it open with his toe before slumping down against the window sill. Maybe a fag would clear his mind.

If only he had not started two days before James’s birthday, he could have allowed himself a wink of sleep. Some fresh eyes. As it stood, he had grossly overestimated his own ability to manipulate this old spell. 

A little shudder of pleasure ran through him after a long drag filled his lungs with the hot smoke. The instant relief of an itch being scratched. The glowing embers light up the next page. 

His tired eyes roved over the words, in search of something—anything—that might help him complete this task. Hastily brushing away the ashes that tried to stain the page, a grey smudge now highlighted what he assumed was another useless passage. 

Still, he dutifully scanned it.

Grey eyes lit up suddenly, and a rush of excitement nearly made him toss the book out the window when he finally found it. Under the smudge, no less. 

Scrambling to his feet, Sirius made it a few steps before realizing the fag was still hanging from his lips. Carelessly flicking it out the window before practically tumbling over Peter’s record player while he scrambled for his bed. 

Delicately retrieving the box he had squirrelled away under his bed, a surprise for his boyfriend came gifting time. Eyebrows drawing together in concentration, wand poised between his fingers, he followed his notes. Meticulously shaping the magic and weaving it in carefully. 

A triumphant smirk on his lips as the complicated configuration took hold, and just like that, he was done. Heart racing at the prospect of presenting it. --- Come evening, the Gryffindor common room was filled with laughter, the clinking of bottles of Butterbeer, and Tom Petty playing in the background of it all. Everyone was waiting for the guest of honour to arrive. 

As per usual, though, James had been the last one to leave the pitch. Slaving away over a set of strategies. What did not help either was the fact that they’d sent Lily to fetch him. The pair of them clearly took their time. As was evident by the fact that they tumbled through the portrait hole, giggling and flushed. 

James was flustered when the room erupted in shouts and cheers, sheepishly wiping away a lipstick stain from his neck. Sending their girlfriend a look of betrayal as she stood there and laughed. Pulling him into an embrace and leaving another mark on his cheekbone. 

It did not take long for their eyes to meet and for smiles to be shared. Sirius lifted his flask of gin in salute, quietly waiting for the masses to get their hugs and congratulations in. They would have their time soon enough. 

While James made his rounds, Lily wove her way through the sea of students to wrap an arm around his waist. “Did you get done what you wanted to?” She asked with her lips against his temple. 

“It almost killed me, but I did,” he confirmed, petting his jacket and producing a light rattling sound from his inside pocket. Turning his head into another kiss, their lips locked together as they both smiled. 

Her finger brushed his cheek as she pulled away to look him in the eyes. “I knew that if anyone could do it, it would be you,” Lily told him proudly, claiming one last kiss before a familiar cough caught their attention. 

“Can I get some action too?” James asked, making both of them laugh. 

Sirius wriggled his eyebrows at him, reaching out to run his fingers along a love bite that was starting to blossom just under his collar. Enjoying the way he shivered under his delicate touch. “How about your gift first?” 

He watched his boyfriend’s eyes light up, as he knew they would. Despite always insisting on not needing a gift, being there with him was enough. However, the way he would get emotional when given a gift told a completely different story. 

Pulling two carefully wrapped packages out of his pocket and handing one of them to James and the other to Lily. The latter studied the brown paper curiously, looking up at him with eyebrows drawn together. 

Before the redhead could ask, there was a confused sound from James. “I hate to break it to you, Pads. But I don’t think you’re supposed to gift people something they already own,” he questioned and smiled apologetically. “Not to be ungrateful or anything, I thought I lost it so...” Rolling his eyes, Sirius motioned to Lily with a theatrical swoop. “Maybe if we didn’t dawdle...” Which earned him a sharp look from his girlfriend, who made a point of cruelly ripping off the paper. Revealing another mirror, this one smaller. Made to fit in a purse. Her hand paused with the balled-up paper still firmly in her grasp. 

James leaned in, peering at it with a puzzled expression. “Is that?” 

Sirius nodded in response. “I thought it might be nice.” He pulled out his own and traced along the edge, the enchantment crackling to life as both their mirrors grew warm and glowing in their hands. “I tinkered with the enchantment; I hope you don't." His sentence was cut off by a pair of power arms wrapping tightly around his chest. 

“I love it! It is bloody brilliant. You are brilliant!” Lips crashing together clumsily, noses bumping, and glasses dug into cheekbones. But he would not want to be kissed any other way.

[shion-yu]

Day 22: "You didn't use my cup, did you?"

988 words for @sicktember, an Elliot and Alex tour story. No TWs.

Elliot didn’t usually drink, but after their show tonight he very quickly downed two beers and now was on a glass of wine to relax. He’d been sick all day, coughing even between singing verses and feverish with chills that made him feel strangely cold even under the hot stage lights. He was not going to cancel a show, he never would, but that didn’t stop him from looking like absolute crap. The audience had filled in multiple lines for him, which he’d gratefully thanked them for from stage all the while feeling more and more useless as the show went on. Now, finally, it was over. They had one day off tomorrow before their next show, and Elliot planned on sleeping for the entire day and a half before he had to be on stage again. He just needed to wind down, first.

The glass of wine he was sipping was finally hitting him, and Elliot was just starting to relax when Alex swooped in, stole his drink and BAM, there went his relaxation.

“Alex!”

Alex turned in surprise at Elliot’s shrill voice. “What?”

“You didn’t use my cup, did you?” Elliot said, his tone entirely defeated because he knew for a fact that Alex had. Alex looked down at the glass of wine in his hand and swore.

“Fuck. Oops.”

Elliot dropped his head in his hands with a groan. “Great, now we’re both going down.”

“Hey, I have a pretty good immune system,” Alex said, but he didn’t really believe it was going to help him when Elliot was clearly at the peak of contagiousness right now. He grimaced. “We have Emergen-C on this bus somewhere. I’m gonna go chug it.”

“Please do,” Elliot said miserably. 

Unfortunately, and predictably, the Emergen-C did nothing. Elliot slept all day as promised and Alex told himself he was just feeling run down until he woke up the morning of their next show with a scratchy throat and a low grade fever. 

“I told you,” Elli out said accusingly when he saw Alex at sound check fumbling with a bottle of aspirin. “You look like crap.”

“No thanks to you,” Alex muttered. “I can still play.”

Elliot, who was also still working through the tail end of this cold, snorted loudly. “Yeah, I know. Me too. Doesn’t mean it’s gonna be fun. Gimme some of those.”

They popped aspirin together like it was some strange ceremonial pre-show ritual. The show was… rough. Decent enough. But they both stumbled off stage with fevers, skipped the encore, and spent the rest of the evening passed out on the bus thanks to hefty swigs of NyQuil. They shared that cup too, but it certainly didn’t matter at this point.

“This is your fault,” Alex whined, coughing pathetically and openly. He didn’t bother to cover his mouth at this point, since it was just the two of them on the bus and it wasn’t like Elliot could catch more of his own cold.

“My fault?!” Elliot exclaimed incredulously. “You’re entirely, 100% at fault here.” He plucked a tissue from the box they’d been sharing, which was already running dangerously low despite replacing it only hours before. The sinus pressure when he blew his nose made his eyes water.

“It’s your fault for being so weak to catch a cold first,” Alex elaborated grumpily. Elliot ignored his accusation and scrolled through local takeout menus on his phone until he found a place that, at least by their pictures, appeared to make a proper thom yum soup. It was the only thing he was craving right now. “Do you want food or not?”

“Crab rangoon.”

“That is absolutely not sick food,” Elliot said. But he ordered it anyways, knowing Alex didn’t give a shit what was sick food or not. What he really wanted right now, was for his mom to make him her grilled cheese and tomato soup that no matter what, he could never recreate despite it being wonder bread and American cheese slices. He wanted Cliff to hold him, give him more sympathy than he really needed, and to fall asleep watching reality TV in bed together. But instead he was stuck on a tour bus in Nevada with Alex far away from any at-home comforts.

Elliot sighed and made the order. By the time the food came, he was too sleepy to really care about eating anymore but forced down a few mouthfuls before passing out in his bunk, Alex having done the same above him. They were halfway through their tour, and this was just a bump, Elliot told himself as he drifted into unconsciousness. It’d be worth it - it already was worth it - he just had to weather this damn cold.

He wasn’t sure where they were - probably somewhere past the Arizona border - when he woke up to something cold on his face. Elliot whined and pushed the coldness away, shivering. “Cliff, leave me alone,” he mumbled.

“Keep it on,” a voice that wasn’t Cliff growled. Elliot slowly opened his eyes and realized it was Alex crouched beside his bunk with a wet washcloth. He stared at the younger man in confusion. “Your fever is bad,” Alex explained gruffly. “If you’re awake, take some more Tylenol.”

Elliot didn’t have time to answer before Alex climbed back up into his bunk and shut the curtain. He picked the washcloth off his face, in shock even half asleep as he was that Alex had decided to help him. He knew Alex was uncomfortable with that sort of thing - probably why he’d escaped back up to his bed so quickly - but the gesture, small as it was, made Elliot feel surprisingly loved. He took the Tylenol obediently and then bundled himself back under his blankets, shivering but feeling just a bit better knowing that even if he didn’t have quite what he wanted right now in terms of care, he had someone.

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 13 of 21 Questions

(LAST UPTADE FOR TONIGHT MORE ON WATTPAD)

better interface on wattpad + the fanfic on wattpad is updated till chap 27

Given that the blonde's birthday was on a Sunday, Alex was obviously still awake when the clock hit midnight and she was officially turning twenty years old. She might have been expecting her best friend to casually come into her room and wish it to her, but she was far from imagining what Lily had actually planned for her. As Alex's bedroom door was gently opened, she could see Lily trying to keep her balance as she was holding a huge box in her hands.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Alex asked, confused with what was about to happen. 

"Me?" Lily replied innocently, "I'm merely here to wish you the best birthday of your life and give you a small present of course."

Alex wasn't buying anything: the "small present" was as tall and large as a chair. As Lily put the box down, she was looking expectedly at Alex.

"You wanna open it?" Lily was definitely excited to see her friend's reaction.

Alex hesitantly nodded and stood up towards the box. She carefully unwrapped the bow at the top and started removing the wrapping paper. When she was about to actually open her present, she dared look up at Lily who was simply standing and smiling at her. Eh, fuck it. Not like I'm gonna die. Well, she should've thought better because she may have had a minor heart attack when the top of the box was removed and confetti exploded in the room while the famous "Happy Birthday" melody started playing.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you Alex", Lily started singing. "Happy birthday to you my best friend in the whole world that I love very much, happy birthday to you!"

As Alex – covered in rainbow confetti – was looking dumbfounded at Lily, she realised what just happened and her eyes began to tear up. She didn't know why this was her body's reaction, but this was honestly usual for the girls: they both had always been very sentimental when it came to birthdays and showing love to one another that they knew that the best thing to do was simply to hug the one crying – which Lily did – and then tightly hold each other for a few minutes.

After her tears had dried, Alex composed herself and did her best to get an explanation. 

"Girl, what the actual fuck. I thought a bomb was exploding right to my face."

"Oops, I should've asked for less power I guess," Lily laughed at her miscalculations. "But don't worry, the others are completely harmless to your life!"

"What?" Alex snapped her head towards Lily. "What do you mean the others?"

"Well, you weren't expecting me to only give you this, were you? You know me better than this honestly, what kind of best friend am I if I don't give eight presents to my favourite person for our eight years of friendship?" Lily shrugged while rhetorically asking.

Alex didn't know what to say. Eight gifts? What is this girl on? As her friend was about to protest about the crazy amount of gifts she was going to receive, Lily quickly put her finger on Alex's mouth to prevent her from talking.

"No objections accepted. You can't say anything about it, they're already all in the house so at the end of the day, you'll have them all one way or another!"

Lily's serious expression showed Alex that she wasn't taking no for an answer. This was an important mission: making Alex's twentieth birthday one of the best twentieth birthdays in the history of twentieth birthdays. 

~~~

Apart from almost inhaling and choking on some confetti that were still on her bed, Alex's night had been relatively peaceful. She was quite sceptical when she woke up around ten o'clock and couldn't hear anything – Lily was probably going to sleep until noon so Alex was ready to enjoy a couple of quiet hours before her best friend would start her "birthday mission".

When Alex arrived downstairs, she realised that she had spoken too soon as Lily was actually awake and cooking two metres away from her. The confusion on Alex's face was obvious. 

"Since when are you awake and functional that early?"

"Oh hi! You're right on time." Lily was completely dodging the question. "I went to buy your favourite and the pancakes are almost ready!"

Lily's smile was so genuine that Alex thought she was seeing an angel. As she looked towards the kitchen counter, she realised that her favourite actually meant her favourite drink from Starbucks – a Caramel Frappuccino – and the fact that Lily was cooking felt like a once in a lifetime miracle. Lily had never been the best cook but she knew how to perfectly make the girls' favourite meals.

"À table bestie," Lily said as she was putting the pancakes on a plate and looking for chocolate sauce. "I hope you like number two!"

Number two, meaning present number two, reminded Alex about the crazy plan her best friend had. Alex herself didn't even know eight things she wanted for her birthday, how in hell had Lily found so many ideas?

~~~

Presents number three and four had been given to Alex at the same time. She was returning from the bathroom when she found her painting brushes lying on the floor. As she followed them up the stairs and to her room, her jaw dropped as she saw the cutest stuffed animal ever holding a painting brush on her bed. Alex carefully grabbed the Tenderheart Care Bear and a gigantic smile appeared on her face.

"Aww fuck he's sooo cute". If Alex had been texting, her immediate reaction would be the crying emoji. She could only call her best friend to confirm the reason for this display. "LILY, come here right now!"

Turns out that Lily was actually very near as she had been standing in the doorway for the last couple of minutes, the same innocent smile she had harboured earlier still present on her face. Alex immediately decided that the stuffed animal would be her new companion when she would paint and declared it as her "assistant painter" which Lily found adorable . The brunette was delighted that for now, her gift ideas had been the right ones. She was excited to give the rest of them and couldn't resist giving Alex another one.

"Oh by the way I found one of your tops in my closet this morning, if you wanna get it back", Lily said to make the birthday girl go where she wanted her to be.

"Girl I swear if this is the one I've been searching for weeks, I'll murder you and this is my day so I'll have every right to." Alex was definitely not suspicious of Lily's change of attitude and her only goal was now to get the piece of clothing back – although it was absolutely not one she knew about.

As Alex quickly walked to Lily's room, she thought that the top folded on Lily's bed was the one she was talking about. However, as Alex unfolded it to check if this was the right one, a confused look could be seen on her face.

"What–" Alex went back in the hallway and bumped into Lily who had been taking her time to join her. "What is this? A prank? It's not mine and I'm honestly hurt you never told me you had Let's Trip merch"

"I said what I said,'' Lily replied as she looked away while laughing. "It's yours, not mine."

It took a few seconds for Alex's brain to understand what her best friend meant and when she finally got it, she jumped on Lily to give her a hug.

"Fuck, I– I just love you so much." Tears were starting to form in Alex's eyes. "I don't deserve you for real, thank you for being the best friend ever."

Alex had been given the famous Let's Trip merch, the one with the rainbow on it. She had fallen in love with it when the summer collection had dropped, but she hadn't wanted to spend too much money on the triplets when she was saving it to maybe go on their tour – maybe her money could now be used on the next merch drop either from the triplets or Chris’s brand FreshLove.

~~~

After they had eaten, Alex refused Lily’s offer to put everything away and do the dishes so she shooed her best friend away from the kitchen. Lily was actually glad for Alex’s stubbornness because it enabled her to prepare the next gift Alex would receive.

Lily came back to the kitchen when Alex had finished to clean and suggested something surprisingly calm compared to everything that had been happening today:

“Alex, my beloved, why don’t you go into the living-room while I make us some drinks?”

“Sounds weirdly peaceful but yeah,” Alex agreed. “Can I have hot cocoa, please?”

Lily hummed to notify Alex that she would make her the drink she wanted and got started while the blonde went to sit on the couch, not expecting what was already waiting for her.

“LILYYY!” Alex dragged out the last vowel. “Are you seriously gonna make gifts randomly appear all day?”

“Yep, and you know you can’t stop me!” Lily laughed at the comment as she sat on the couch and put the two cups on the table next to the mysterious box.

With a confused look and a nod from Lily, Alex took the box and shook it a little as to guess what was inside. When she heard the noise of small things as well as plastic, Alex was intrigued and eventually removed the wrapping paper before letting out a gasp.

“Oh my god, girl! They’re so cute I love them sooo much!”

Alex had in her hands the famous lego flowers and she couldn’t contain her excitement. She was so happy that Lily knew her so well and immediately went for a hug before forcing her best friend to build them now.

This was the best day Alex could have ever asked for and the smile on her face was enough proof for Lily to know that she was contributing to her best friend’s happiness. Therefore, the afternoon was spent reminiscing about the girls’ childhood and friendship while drinking hot chocolate and building lego flowers for each other – it was a set of two small bouquets and they decided to exchange the one they each built.

After this crafting moment, the two girls decided to put on one of their favourite movies: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. It was more a background noise than actually watching the movie because Alex and Lily knew it almost by heart, but Alex was still sceptical when Lily spent so much time on her phone. Is she texting Matt again? Alex wondered. Although she was over the moon that her friend was successfully keeping a friendship, she still hoped that Lily wouldn't get too attached in case she ended up getting hurt. Matt did seem like a good person in Alex’s eyes, but she couldn’t help feeling protective of her friend even though she was half the reason why Lily and Matt started texting in the first place. Little did Alex know, Lily was absolutely not talking to Matt for once and was preparing the final gifts that were to be given tonight.

The evening arrived and Lily was being even more secretive in Alex’s opinion. The brunette looked like she was waiting for something as she kept checking her phone.

When the doorbell eventually rang, Alex realised that Lily had probably been waiting for guests or food that was being delivered. Well, both of the guesses were true as Lily went to open the front door and Alex’s parents walked in with bags of food in their hands. To say that Alex was shocked was an understatement: she was frozen still on the couch. Alex hadn’t seen her parents since her brother’s birthday is February and speaking of the devil, her brother came running through the door. When he spotted his sister, he gave her the biggest smile possible as Alex stood up and went to hug him before hugging her parents right after. She had missed her family a lot and was absolutely not expecting them to be there with her today.

Alex took a glance at Lily who was talking with her “second” parents and gave a wink to her best friend as if to signify that this was part of her birthday gifts. Indeed, Lily had been texting Alex’s parents for the past couple of weeks in order to plan this and the brunette was very proud of herself for managing to achieve this for Alex.

~~~

After they had finished eating what Alex’s family had brought, it was time to blow the candles on the cake and open the presents. Alex’s brother went to get a small package and an envelope before putting them on the table in front of Alex. The envelope almost made Alex happier than the actual package because she loved when her family would write her birthday cards. However, this year, the birthday card was not alone in the envelope and it would give Alex a reason to be even more excited to open it last.

“Okay so, the package is really soft,” Alex stated after taking it in her hands. “Might be clothes I’d say?”

No one replied as they all wanted Alex to see for herself what was inside. And the result was the famous FreshLove green crew neck that Alex had fallen in love with. The huge smile that appeared on her face showed how over the moon she was to receive this as everything had been sold out so quickly. Alex had never known that Lily had managed to order something but she was explaining that even she was shocked to have succeeded in the “FreshLove war” when the collection was dropped. As to be able to pay less shipping, Lily had ordered it to Alex’s parents’ house as the taxes were surprisingly cheaper in another state than the girls’.

Alex was therefore already overjoyed from her present and couldn’t wait to open the card. As she did so and read what everyone had written, her family was looking at her with expectation while Lily was a bit confused with what they seemed to be waiting for.

“Hey stupid, forget the card”, Alex’s brother said. “Look at what’s inside with it.”

With a middle finger dedicated to her brother, Alex still listened to him and pulled out two pieces of paper linked with paper clips. When she read what was written on it, her jaw physically dropped and she let out a gasp.

“Is it true? Like– it’s not a joke?” Alex asked as she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“What is it?” Lily wondered as her friend was acting weird and she was beginning to get worried.

With the smallest voice possible, afraid that she would wake up and it wouldn’t be real, Alex announced to Lily that they had two tickets to see the Sturniolo Triplets in Atlanta next month. Facing everyone else sitting at the table, the two girls knew it was indeed not a joke when Alex’s parents and brother were just fondly smiling at them. Alex and Lily directly went to hug the authors of this magnificent gift and thanked them a dozen times.

“Well, we knew how much it meant to you and it turns out that your brother has quite good luck buying tickets for whatever”, Alex’s mum explained before asking her husband for confirmation. “You remember when he managed to secure us those tickets for the Elton John concert?”

“Yeah I do,” Alex’s dad replied. “And we hadn’t gifted our second daughter with something for years, so both of you deserve this.”

“Wait–” To say Alex was surprised was an understatement. “You did something nice for me and didn’t simply go with the flow like every year? Who have you become?”

Her brother just laughed at her comment before hugging her. Truth be told, he may have been expecting Lily to start realising how great of a person he was with this gift. Obviously it had first been to make his sister happy, but if he could have a bonus of getting his feelings reciprocated with this good gesture then, why not? Unfortunately for him, Lily had never seen him as more than Alex’s brother and maybe a brother to her as well – Lily didn’t have any siblings so she was compensating with her best friend. Moreover, although it was not an actual crush per say, she had had a certain someone on her mind. Someone who was growing on her day by day and occupying quite a lot of space in Lily’s brain – and maybe heart…

~~~

After Alex’s family had left, the two girls were going upstairs to sleep when Lily called for Alex before going into their respective rooms.

“I don’t know what you’re doing but it’s not over. Don’t you know how to count? Because I do.”

It took Alex a few seconds to realise what Lily was talking about and she started counting on her fingers while whispering each gift she had received.

“Well, I did get eight so I don’t know what you’re on bro.”

“Technically the last one was my gift bringing its own gift so– I have only given you seven and you deserve the eighth before the clock strikes midnight.”

Lily motioned for Alex to follow her into her room and when they were both sitting on the bed, Lily gave a piece of paper to Alex. It had been rolled up and secured with a ribbon, similar to Middle Ages style. Alex immediately knew what she was getting: Lily’s famous birthday letter that could make anyone cry. Lily always knew how to choose the right words and amongst the billions of combinations possible, hers was the most beautiful and elegant one.

Knowing her mental state every year after reading it, Alex first thanked Lily with a hug before going back to her bedroom.

Lily loml🌻

Btw you’re in charge of buying tissues bc it’s your fault my box will end up empty

Ofc! Sorry for the inconvenience

I love you, sleep well<3

Have a good night and love ya too🫶🏻

After Alex’s message, Lily could feel a frown appearing on her face. She knew the effect her letters had on people – especially easily emotional ones like her best friend – but it technically wasn’t her fault. Lily simply wished to convey the feelings she had to the people around her and it seemed they were so well expressed that anyone reading her words would be able to also read Lily’s heart, which was open and free to look inside.

She then thought about the people whose birthday was coming up soon and whom she wanted to write to as an unfamiliar face came into her mind: Matt. Would he appreciate it if I told him how important he has become to me in the half year we’ve known each other? Would it be too much? What could his reaction be to a close stranger admitting their feelings out of nowhere? Does he think of me like I do? What do I even feel? Lily shook her head as nonsense was getting into it. Matt is a dear friend to me and I love writing to my friends.

Lily was a bit confused as she was dealing with the way her relationship with Matt worked. They had been texting for six months and a half, plus had called once a few weeks ago. He had a soothing voice. The type of peaceful and calm voice you’d wanna listen to on a podcast. She tried not to dwell too much on what she was feeling for Matt because Lily knew that she would definitely end up overthinking their friendship or whatever it could turn into from her point of view if she kept it up like that.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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you're the sweetest thing (I ever did see)

Pairing: Darwin Núñez x fem!reader Words: 1764 Warnings: flirting, kissing, making out A/N: This started as @kostasstsimikass and I exchanging fic ideas based on the new kit photoshoot and it snowballed from there in my Google docs. Oops.

In which Darwin needs a little push to finally talk to the pretty stylist

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Following the photographer’s instructions was not just hard because of the language this time around. Darwin had to keep asking Luis to repeat them in Spanish and even that barely registered whenever he saw the swaying of her ponytail behind the photographer. 

“Are you even listening?” Luis asked him when he noticed Darwin looking away for the hundredth time in the span of a minute. 

“Hmm?” Darwin replied, tearing his eyes away from the pretty stylist currently knelt on the floor as she hemmed Harvey’s trousers. 

“Guess that’s a no,” the Colombian chuckled. 

“Sorry,” Darwin mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up in shame at getting caught staring. Luis clapped him on the shoulder with a grin.

“No worries, mate. She’s cute, you should ask her out.” 

Darwin’s response died on his lips as the photographer called for their attention once more. 

+

She couldn’t help but look over in the direction of the monitor or the set as the photographer gave his directions. The corners of her mouth tugged up involuntarily at the sound of laughter as butterflies flitted around in her stomach when she peeked past the photographer and saw Darwin’s body shake with laughter. 

“He’s single, you know,” a voice came from behind her, startling her so much she dropped the hanger she was fidgeting with. 

“Fucking hell, Trent..” she muttered, bending down to pick it back up, “You really gotta stop sneaking up on people,” she added with a glare. Trent just smirked and shrugged. 

“Just sayin’,” he replied. 

“Don’t know what you’re on about,” she mumbled, cheeks burning at the fact that she’d been caught checking out one of his teammates. The chuckle he gave her in reply only made her feel more embarrassed. 

“I’m gonna… go and do my job,” she managed to utter as she walked back to the rack holding all the outfits for today’s shoot, silently willing for the floor to open and swallow her whole. 

“We gotta get them together. How has she not seen the way he looks at her?” Andy commented as he came standing next to his teammate.  

“I know, they’ve been making eyes at each other since the summer,” Trent said as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat. Both defenders were quiet for a moment as they watched the Liverpool striker and the stylist continue sneaking glances at one another.

“I have an idea that might just work,” Andy said, face lit up with mischief. Trent’s face broke out in a matching grin as Andy shared his plan in hushed tones.

“Do I even wanna know what youse two are up to?” Jordan asked as he walked past them, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

“Nothing to worry about Hendo,” Andy replied, sharing a look with Trent who nodded in agreement. The Liverpool captain sighed, shaking his head as he watched the two defenders walk away.  

+

She was busy putting all the accessories used in the shoot back in their cases when she heard the unmistakable voice of Andy outside of the storage room. 

“Come on lad, your mother raised you better than that. She’s been doing the heavy lifting all day.” 

Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she turned around, seeing Andy and Trent push Darwin forward with a box of the new kit in his arms before shutting the door behind him. 

“What-.. Robbo!” Darwin said as he stumbled. She was quick to grab hold of the box in an attempt to steady him, fingers brushing against his. A spark of something made her pull her hands back as if burnt, looking up at him as he dropped the box. She saw something like shock flash across his eyes and for a brief moment she wondered whether he had felt it too. He quickly broke eye contact, bending down to lift the box back up and placing it on the table to her right.

“Sorry. My friends are silly,” Darwin said, carefully forming his lips around the syllables. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s okay. Thank you for helping,” she replied. 

Darwin nodded and walked back to the door, his heart in his throat. He couldn’t deny the very obvious spark he’d felt when their hands had brushed. Had she felt it too? She must’ve, right? He shook his head, trying to make sense of the jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings, reaching for the doorknob and fully expecting the door to open. Darwin tried again, but to no avail; the door remained closed. It was then that a realisation dawned on him.

“Hijo de puta,” he muttered under his breath, banging on the door, “Robbo! Open please!” 

“Ah sorry mate! Lost the key, we’re trying to find it. Just sit tight and uh, maybe get to know each other,” Andy shouted back. Darwin gave the door one more angry hit with his fist, resting his forehead against it. He felt her hand on his shoulder, her touch unsure but wanting to offer some consolation. Darwin turned around and looked at her, watched her words die on her lips. He couldn’t stop looking at her lips, remembering the way they would tug up into a smile. Her tongue darted out to wet the bottom one and he could swear the ground underneath his feet shifted. 

“You-..” she started, clearing her throat, “you’ve got an eyelash-.. Here, let me.” Her touch was so gentle as she brushed a finger over his cheekbone, Darwin was afraid to move. He had to refrain himself from leaning into it.

“Make a wish,” she whispered, holding out her finger. Darwin couldn’t help the quirk of the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes before blowing the eyelash off her finger. 

“What did you wish for?” she asked, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. He chuckled and shook his head.

“If I say, the wish won’t come true, no?” His reply earned him a chuckle in return as she shrugged. The movement caused a strand of hair to fall onto her face. Before he knew what was happening, Darwin brushed it behind her ear, fingers lingering as they came to rest on her jaw.

“Muy linda,” he whispered, more to himself really. 

“Tú también,” she replied, voice soft and hushed. Darwin was pretty sure his heart skipped a beat at her reply. He hadn’t meant for the compliment to come out, let alone for her to hear it. But her replying in Spanish, in the language he longed to hear most days, just to be reminded of home, made his heart soar. She wrapped a tentative hand around his wrist, his hand still against her cheek. He could see her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his mouth and felt like he was being pulled closer towards her, like a bee would be pulled to the  prettiest of flowers. He saw her eyes flutter closed as their faces were mere inches apart, lips parting, and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Can-... May I?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, his forehead resting against hers. Her eyes remained closed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she nodded. Darwin gently lifted her face with the knuckle of his forefinger before brushing his lips against hers. The contact was only brief and faint, but it felt like someone had lit sparklers inside his soul. She made the tiniest whimpering noise when he pulled back, sending his heart into overdrive. Her fingers fisted the material of his jersey as she pulled herself closer to him, chasing his lips. It made Darwin stumble backwards every so slightly, now leaning against the door. Their lips found each other once more and an urgency seemed to take hold of her. The kiss was no longer chaste; it was a slow burning fire, an admission of a shared longing that preceded today. Darwin moved a hand from her face to around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Her hips rolled against his and it nearly brought him to his knees as her perfume surrounded him, the mix of fruit and something so uniquely her instantly reminded him of summer. 

Darwin tentatively licked against the seam of her lips, a quiet moan escaping him at the sound she made when she parted her lips to let him in. Breaking the kiss, Darwin moved his hands down to the backs of her thighs, picking her up without any hesitation before spinning them around so her back now rested against the door. She sighed into the kiss when their mouths found each other again, her legs hooked around his hips. The kiss took on a slow urgency, the both of them needing to be closer still. Darwin couldn’t help but smile against her skin as his lips moved to her neck, hearing her gasp as he pressed a delicate kiss right below her jaw. 

“Darwin-...” she sighed, not finishing her thought but instead letting out the tiniest moan as he gently sucked on a spot behind her ear. The sound went straight to his groin.

“I’d love to discover all the noises you make, hermosa, but there are too many people outside,” he murmured, face still half-hidden against her neck. He heard how her breathing stuttered at his admission, couldn’t help the smirk at her gasp when his hands found their way under her jumper, just above the waistband of her jeans, as his fingers traced slow patterns across her skin. She directed his mouth back to hers, kissing him with a hunger that told him all he needed to know –that she felt the same way. 

Darwin was quick to realise someone was about to open the door when he heard the key in the lock. He carefully lowered her, but held her against him as he kissed her again. The sound of wolf whistles and hollering finally broke them apart. Darwin looked down at her, saw her bite her lips once more before she reached up to kiss his cheek.

“Come find me after the shoot,” she whispered in his ear before turning around to leave the closet. Darwin felt the corner of his mouth tug up in a smile as he watched her go. His teammates cajoled and teased him, but he didn’t care. Most of their words went straight over his head anyway, but he knew they were teasing him. At least now he had motivation to remain focussed on the photographer: the quicker the shoot went, the quicker he’d get to see her again. 

The end of season exhaustion combined with end of year teacher exhaustion turned writing this into a marathon, not a sprint. This fic would not have seen the light of day without @kostasstsimikass and @emilielfc -girls I love you more than I can put into words. Thank you for always feeding the brain rot

Please let me know what you think, whether it's just an assortment of emojis or a keyboard smash: I treasure both equally

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!