#I had like two minutes left and was like huh I wonder who wrote this

[rebelfell]

I could tell you this is *really* it, but you’d never believe me… 18+, MDNI 1.7k

older!fem!Harrington!reader x eddie munson

cw: pregnancy/fertility discussions

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“Did you want one?”

Eddie’s voice barely manages to break through the fog your mind had slipped into.

Tangled up with him in the softness of your sheets, cast in the scarlet glow of your scarf-covered lamp, body shiny with a sheen of sweat and your legs still trembling with the effects of the last few hours, it was a miracle your floaty, dopamine-addled brain had even heard.

“Huh?” you asked, lifting your head the full two inches you were able.

He lifts himself from his place between your thighs, where he’s been the last…twenty minutes? Thirty? It’s hard to say. Time has a tendency to stretch and expand when he’s in this mood. 

When all he wants to do is live down there—not even actively trying to get you off, just letting his tongue glide through your folds and play with your clit. Unhurried and engrossed.

Like he has all the time in the world.

Because at last he does.

It was hardly an ideal time to ask, Eddie knew that. But he hadn’t been able to get the question out of his head since earlier that afternoon. Even now, when he was smack dab in his version of heaven, he couldn’t put off the question he’d been wanting to ask any longer.

So he didn’t.

“Did you want one?” he asks again. And then, when your brow furrowed and your head started to shake in confusion, he adds, “A baby.”

“A…baby?” You repeat it slowly, pushing up on your elbows to look at him.

The doe eyes come out in full force as he looks up at you and nods. Round and open and so, so vulnerable it made your chest ache. Even with all the efforts he’d put into making himself look older—the glasses he’d been wearing more and more often, the beard that he was letting grow in—those eyes always gave it away that deep down he was still that scared, eager little twenty-something puppy come to life.

“Why?” you snicker. “You got a friend who can get one wholesale?”

“No,” he snickers back, smoothing his hand over your stomach. A little higher than where a baby would go, but you don’t tell him that. “I was just wondering if you, you know…wanted one.”

“Eddie, I…” You trail off, not quite sure how to answer. Because you’re slowly but surely starting to realize he’s not joking. With a hard swallow, you ask, “Is this about what you found?”

He doesn’t need to nod for you to know it is.

In the midst of clearing out the closet, making room for him to start bringing his stuff over and slowly move in with you over the last few months of his lease, he’d unearthed something.

It was just a shoe box, something that would typically be totally inconsequential. Something you’d stowed on the top shelf in the far corner the first night you spent in this house. Something that only came out for short intervals during particularly heart wrenching bouts of nostalgia.

You hadn’t labeled or decorated it. Hadn’t put anything on it to indicate just how precious its contents were. Nothing more than a tiny “E” in ballpoint ink on the bottom corner of the lid. 

Small enough to miss easily. But Eddie didn’t.

Inside, he found all his notes from that summer folded back up into triangles. A bottle cap from his favorite beer. A guitar pick he’d left out on the patio table one night you’d sat outside looking at the stars while he strummed “Going to California” on his acoustic. He’d had it stuck in his head for days, ever since you told him how Robert Plant and Jimmy Page wrote it for Joni Mitchell.

All the things you felt compelled to keep without fully understanding why.

Near the top were the more recent additions—the blood-stained rag you’d used to bind his hand the day he helped you move. Then the postcard from Berlin Steve sent you that mentioned his name. The envelope with the foreign postage he’d sent your bear in, a copy of Corroded Coffin’s CD.

And the outer packaging of a pregnancy test.

You hadn’t kept the stick itself. That had struck you as a bit too gross. But the box had lain in your wastebasket for weeks, staring at you from atop a pillow of used tissues and make-up wipes and q-tips and emptied toilet paper rolls. And when it finally came time to empty the basket, you found you couldn’t quite bring yourself to tie off the bag with it still sitting inside. 

So into the shoebox it went.

And when you came back up from downstairs, concerned by the sudden lack of thumping that had been near-constant all day, you found him sitting silently on the bed holding it in his hands.

You assured him it had been a false alarm. That the test was negative and that you promptly got your period just a few days after. That you opted not to tell him because you didn’t want him to worry, as you knew he would. That you knew he would have come running without a second thought. And as much as you wished he was there, you didn’t want to do that to him.

And he could understand all that. He really could.

But it doesn’t make him feel any less guilty that he wasn’t here. That he didn’t have a clue it was happening. And it doesn’t make him wonder any less what might have happened if the result had been different. Would you have told him then? Would you have wanted to keep it? Would you have asked his opinion, even knowing he would support whatever decision you made?

You could see his head was swimming with all these questions, getting lost in the whirlpool of them, and grabbed his face with your hands to pull his eyes to yours. 

Stop it, you told him solidly. You don’t need to feel bad about decisions we never had to make.

And you were right. He knew you were right. He didn’t need to worry about doing the right thing, because he could see it in your eyes that you knew he would have no matter what.

So the package went back in the box and the box went back in the closet. And you spent the rest of the day packing and sorting things into piles—toss, donate, storage—until half (okay, a little less than half) of the closet and drawer space was empty and ready for him.

You figured that was that. He didn’t mention it again or act remotely different as you sorted and talked and cleaned. Or when you finally showered and washed the layers of grime and sweat from your bodies only to crawl into the haven of your bed and fall into that easy and tempered, sort of languid lovemaking you both found you liked just as much as the urgent, desperate, carnivorous, animalistic kind of fucking you were prone to.

It wasn’t until he stopped to ask his question that you realized he was still thinking about it.

“Come up here,” you tell him, tugging loosely on a lock of hair by his ear.

And he does.

He slides up to lay beside you, head nestled in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning across your chest as he nuzzles his face against your chin.

You let your nails skim his back, trying to trace the shapes of tattoos you can’t see but know are there. The broadsword on his spine, the barbed vines that wrapped around his bicep, the D20 above his elbow and the bats beneath it.

“Do you want one?” you ask him after a long moment. Muted and wary.

He doesn’t respond right away, taking a beat to chew on his response. And you feel certain he can hear your heartbeat jump to an uneasy rhythm as you wait for his answer. Because what if he does? What if this is it? The moment you come to a real reason this can’t work—that he has dreamt his whole life of a family only to wind up with the person who can’t give him one?

“Honestly, I don’t know…but I’d love to give you one,” he answers solidly, “if that’s what you want. And I’d love there to be more of you in the world.”

“Ed,” you sigh, “I don’t even know if I can get—”

“What if we tried?” he asks, going on before you can dissuade it. “We don’t have to tell anyone we are, we can just…see if it happens. If it does, it does. And if it doesn’t, then…”

“Then what?” you ask quietly.

He shrugs, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile. “Then I’d still have you.”

He rolls onto his elbow and looks up to see the tears just starting to burgeon in your eyes. His hand comes up to brush your temple, following the curve of your jaw that is clenched in thought. The touch of his hand seemingly melts all the tension there, almost like magic, and you feel yourself similarly melting—looking back at this man who loves you so deeply and definitively.

Because you would love nothing more than for there to be more of him in the world.

“So, when are we gonna start…seeing,” you asked with a shy smile. “Right now?”

Eddie’s eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitching he was trying so hard not to break out in a stupid-big, beaming smile.

“Maybe not just yet,” he said, the mirth in his voice shining through.

“No?” you ask, your brows lifting in surprise. “How long are we waiting, then?”

“Well, that all depends…” He ducked back down and returned to nuzzling your neck, lowering his voice to a husky murmur in your ear. “...on when you wanna get married.”

You let out breathy chuckles in between the quick, zealous kisses he began to drop on your skin, the ends of his hair tickling as they brushed the side of your face and fell across your chest.

“Ohh,” you laughed, reaching to lace your fingers with his. “Are you gonna marry me, then?”

Eddie pulled back once more and grinned down at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling his smile was so wide, his expression alight and filled with the purest form of mischief.

“Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

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Standin’ on a hill in the mountain of dreams, tellin’ myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems…

[nkplanet]

FIRST & SECOND

PAIRING: highschool!jungwon x highschool!reader SUMMARY: yang jungwon is your academic rival. the competitiveness between the two of you finally stops when you begin to crack under the pressure WARNINGS: angst (with comfort), toxic parents, jungwon is a little mean, reader skips meals/doesn’t take care of themselves, rushed ending bc i didn’t know how to end this whoopsies WORD COUNT: 1430

NOTE: happy christmas to all who celebrate! and if you don’t, i hope you’ve had a wonderful day anyway. feel free to talk to me about how your day was, even if it wasn’t the best!! 🫶 this fic is my gift to you - enjoy :)

yang jungwon had never been the nicest to you, but it wasn’t like you never reciprocated his snappy comments. sure, you were civil, but the constant competition between the two of you left things tense. even your teachers could sense it, trying to calm things down but failing miserably. you were the highest scoring students in your year, always one or two marks away from each other. some students even placed bets on which one of you would would get the highest scores after exams.

“so,” jungwon drawled from where he was sat behind you, “what do we think this time? personally, i think i’m going to exceed all expectations, and you’ll crash and burn.” you turned around and scoffed, “in your dreams, yang. we both know i’m going to be first this time.”

jungwon simply laughed at you, and you felt anger bubble up inside your chest. it was a math test and, although you were admittedly pretty good at math, jungwon beat you in every exam. his brain was somehow hardwired to remember every single topic you’d ever learned, and he wrote so impossibly fast that he often finished before many were halfway through their tests.

getting home that night, you knew your parents wouldn’t be happy. every time you had an assessment of any kind, they would ridicule you and force you to study until you passed out. tonight wouldn’t be any different.

you were immediately threatened with no dinner unless you studied, a meal which you often skipped in favour of looking over notes anyway. in fact, there were many things that you missed out during the day. you rarely stuck to a skincare routine, as they never fit into your rigorous schedules. it was rare that you really took the time to take care of yourself. although you knew it wasn’t healthy, your parents perpetuated this behaviour to the point where it was now your norm. and so, you began studying. you continued all through the night, almost forgetting to stop for a snack. it was only when you practically passed out on top of your textbooks that you stopped and had some rest.

it seemed when you woke up that your non-stop studying had finally caught up with you. you almost didn’t wake up with your alarm, and panicked after forgetting one of your books. you almost missed the bus but, when you finally got to school and embraced the peace that came with it, a nagging voice in your ear began tormenting you.

“so, almost late today? you’re really slipping, huh?” jungwon teased, leaning on your desk. you glared up at him through your lashes. “i’m not in the mood, yang. leave me alone.” “gosh, so rude. what must your parents think?” that one got you. you but your tongue, despite wanting to both cry and rip jungwon’s head off. you folded your arms and laid your head on them, effectively blocking jungwon out.

he looked confused as he walked behind you to his seat. where was your spark? normally you but him back. were his words really affecting you all that much? he stared at your slumped body in concern, absently flicking through his textbook as an attempt at some last minute revision. you stayed still, not moving a muscle. it was almost like you didn’t care anymore.

in reality, you didn’t. you’d gotten less than jungwon in that test. so much less that you placed fourth in your year. upon hearing of this, your parents went ballistic. they yelled at you, called you a failure and a disgrace, all while you simply sat and stared. you didn’t care anymore. you’d burnt yourself out, and it seemed like you didn’t want to do anything anymore.

people began to take note of your spiral. your teachers, especially, who offered you the minimum they could. you could hear your fellow students murmuring, wondering what had happened for you to fall so far. most of all, jungwon had grown increasingly worried about you. his recent quips (not that there had been many - in fact, he’d laid off a little) had gone unnoticed, and it was like nothing existed to you anymore. your grades continued to fall, as did your rivalry with jungwon.

after an essay, jungwon decided enough was enough. he stopped at your desk, tapping you on the shoulder to wake you from where you were slumped over, sleeping. “what do you want?” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “are you okay?” he asked. you could hear concern in his voice but failed to see how or why he felt that way. what if this was all just a trick? “i’m fine, yang. it’s none of your business anyway,” you retorted, looking away from him. “it’s just- you seem really down. you don’t talk to anyone, not even our teachers, and your grades have slipped-“ “is that was this is about? my grades? you couldn’t care less about me, you only want a competition. well, fuck you, jungwon. i don’t care anymore. i’m not gonna be your stupid punching bag.” he took a step back, looking genuinely offended. “fine. if that’s how you want it, that’s how it’ll be. good luck and good riddance.”

the next few weeks were hard. you’d come to realise that jungwon was the only person you really connected with at school, despite your rivalry. the isolation started getting to you, which was how you found yourself seeking him out. he’d been sat at his desk studying in a free period, and the classroom was almost empty. you walked up to his desk, and he looked up from his textbook.

“hi,” you said quietly, your voice cracking and tears coming to your eyes.

he stood up almost immediately, wrapping his arms around you tightly and leading you outside while you cried into his shirt. he shushed you as you continued to sob, stroking your hair. “it’s okay,” he said countless times, “you can cry.” you pushed away from him slightly, looking up at him with wet cheeks and red eyes. “i’m sorry,” you whispered. his heart broke at the sight of you.“you have nothing to be sorry about. if anything, i’m the one that’s sorry - i shouldn’t have said all those awful things to you. it was wrong of me,” he replied softly. you scoffed lightly, “we both said them, we’re both in the wrong here.” he just smiled at you.

you knew eventually you’d have to explain yourself, so you took a deep breath and looked away.

“my parents,” you started. jungwon tried to cut you off, tried to tell you that you didn’t have to tell him, but you raised a hand and continued. “my parents wanted me to be the best. they wanted me to be really smart, to go on to university and make the family proud. every time i got second place, they’d say these awful things. i just kept working harder and harder until i broke, i guess.” jungwon looked at you with something like empathy in his gorgeous eyes. “just how hard did you say you were working?” “hard,” you replied, “i know it’s not right, but sometimes i- i forget to take care of myself. i felt like i needed to forgo things so that i could be better.” he tutted, pulling you against his chest again. some nearby students gawped at you, and he sent them a terrifying glare. “you need to take care of yourself. this isn’t right.”

you simply sighed and buried yourself further into his arms. “i know, but right now i feel better than i have in weeks.” jungwon pulled away from you slightly, a scared look on his face. “listen,” he said, “i have something to tell you.” you became wary, untangling your arms from his. “i’ve liked you for a while. i guess i teased you to, i don’t know, bury the feelings? but i just can’t keep them in anymore. i really do like you.”

you couldn’t find the words to reply. he started to panic, stumbling over words to defend himself, so you did the one thing on your mind - you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt and kissed him.

he short-circuited, standing stiffly before kissing you back. one of his hands reached the back of your neck, while the other rested on your waist. when you separated, he said breathlessly, "i'm guessing that means you feel the same way?" you smiled at him, a sight he'd never be able to get enough of. "yes, you loser. i really like you too."

[aprilthearcher]

pining and anticipation [roman roy x reader]

word count: 1.1k 

warnings: cursing, sex jokes, idk it’s roman (what else do you expect?) english is not my first language, so there could be some mistakes. not edited. also, the longest elevator ride ever. not my picture.

wrote this while listening to “dress” by taylor swift, so you might want to listen to it too. 

“Are you wearing a tie?”

The silence in the elevator was corrupted by her question. In the second it took him to respond, the only sound to be heard was the soft music playing on the speakers.

“I mean it’s hanging round my neck, isn’t it?” His sarcastic answer should’ve probably gone unnoticed by her because of how much he used them and how usually she heard them, but there was something… off. Roman wearing a tie was off, and his whole demeanour, which she’d started to take notice of just now, was getting weirder. He was stiff. He was never stiff. Roman was always jumping up and down, even on the small space of the lift. 

“Well, yeah, but you never use one,” she squinted her eyes, staring at him and trying to come up with the reason for this new “formality”. Her eyes left his face for a moment to look at the simple, black tie adorning his chest. It was crooked and the knot was not right, almost as if it was completed out of desperation. Her fingers were twitching to mend the mess he’d done while putting it on.

“It’s just a tie, I guess,” Roman tried to sound (and look) relaxed, unfazed by her interrogating eyes. Did she have to know fucking everything? 

“And yet, I’ve never seen you wearing one.”

What was the problem with him wearing a fucking tie for once? Roman thought. She had a problem with them, now? He was wearing one for her in the first place, to try to look more ‘put together’ or whatever the hell that fucking article on the Internet had said. He had spent a solid thirty minutes trying to get the knot right — he was sure he had never put some much effort on something —, but his fingers would all clash against each other, the fabric was getting wrinkled with each attempt he failed, and his screams at the Youtube video that was supposed to help him to “get the perfect Windsor knot” would soon alert the whole apartment complex; not that he’d care but he was getting louder, he had a pounding head to account for that.

“Who are you, my fucking mother now? Interrogating me on a fucking tie? Sorry, fucking tie-police, I’ll take it off then, if it fucking bothers you so much.”

She had always wondered whether “fuck” and all of it derivatives had been Roman’s first words since there was never a day that passed by in which he didn’t — fucking — (over) use them. 

He had started to move around the elevator to shake off the tie, unbuttoning two bottoms of his white, spotless shirt. His hair was starting to get wilder when she grabbed his hand clawing at the piece of fabric. 

“Don’t take it off, it... it... It looks good,” she said lightly. Roman stopped moving, as if he had been petrified all of a sudden. “But, just, let me put it right because this knot, it’s not even a knot, Roman.” Her fingers started moving around his neck, lifting the collars of his shirt after bottoming up only one of the buttons Roman had undone, unravelling the mess he’d done in just a few seconds.

“What if it’s a tie knot of my own creation, huh? Should I call it the ‘Roman Roy knot’, then?” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes in response, a small upturn of her lips getting comfortable in her face. “Yeah, sure, only you would know how to do this mess.” He started moving again so she wrapped a hand around the tie and yanked down, then forward to keep him still. 

“You’re getting all kinky here, (Y/N). I mean, I get it, elevator, me, the man of your wet dreams, and you, in that pencil skirt that hugs your a..”

The back of her hand slapped his shoulder. “Shut up, Roman.”

“Geez, not in the mood, got it. Maybe when we get to my office, I got a new desk I’d like you to…”

She tightens the tie, hard, now sporting the perfect Windsor knot, to shut him up. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, slightly choked, his neck a little bit red. She might’ve done it with just some pressure on purpose.  “I’m into choking too, you know”. 

You could never win with him. One minute he was as stiff as a board, and now he was cracking up sex jokes, one after the other. 

The elevator came to a stop a second after (Y/N) had finished accommodating the tie around Roman’s neck. She peered at him, biting down her lower lip in an attempt to stop herself from kissing his cheek. The pining had her heart about to burst out of her ribcage. 

It was when the elevator’s doors opened that she felt Roman’s hands sliding down to her hips. It made her want to scream. She was sure Roman’s  fingerprints would leave their mark on her skin, no matter the fabric in between. The touch and the look in his brown eyes, shining under the soft glow of the yellow-tinted lights. All of it made her want to scream. The years they spent together and the years they spent apart from each other.

An irritated, low cough broke them apart. About to enter the elevator was Frank. Roman glanced at his face while sporting a smirk on his own. Frank had his eyebrows raised, his eyes set on him and not his daughter. 

“Dad,” started (Y/N), shaking her head. Before she could assure her father any of the thoughts running through his head were incorrect, Roman interrupted her.

“If you excuse us, Frank, we have very important things to do.” 

He guided (Y/N) out of the elevator with one of his hands on her lower back, mirth all over his face when he peeped over his shoulder to take a look at Frank, now inside the lift. 

Frank watched them walking down the hallway, Roman’s hand going lower. He averted his eyes just as the doors of the elevator started to close to not see where it would land on his daughter’s body. He thinks he heard her voice screaming at the man, who responded with what sounded just like a hyena’s laugh. Frank rolled his eyes, sighing in annoyance at both of their antics. Some part of him wanted them to get over whatever fears they’d felt and just get together, or whatever. It was exhausting, the tension everytime they came into the room. The furtive glances at each other when one of them wasn’t looking all throughout important meetings, the petty fights, the name-calling, the yelling and then a second later, the laughs they would share in complicity. Though, he wasn’t convinced it’d changed much, anyways. 

[finnsbubblegum]

First Birthday (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Summary: Pov: You and Joel prepared to celebrate baby Sarah’s first birthday together.

Words count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! This is part 6 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm beyond happy that many of you liked it so I hope you enjoy the next parts. Stay tuned and love you!

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Thank God Joel still treated you the same way before he confessed his love to you that night. You acted like nothing happened and he did the same. 

“Thank you for walking me home, Joel.” Joel always walked you home even though your house was exactly next to his.

“Anytime, darlin’.” This was the second time he called you darling. Your heart jumped.

“I-uh-I forgot to tell you. Sarah’s birthday is coming. I was wondering if we could celebrate together.” He put his hand behind his neck.

“Oh really? It’s her first birthday! We should hold a party!” You jumped excitedly.

“A party? I don’t know (y/n). I mean-I don’t have anyone to invite beside my brother.” Joel put his hands in his pocket.

“I can invite my friends from the cafe. Let’s give Sarah the best first birthday ever. She deserves it.” You bumped Joel on the upper arm.

“Yeah, she deserves the best.” Joel nodded.

“So, what should we do?” He crossed his arms.

“I’ll think about it and we can talk about it again tomorrow.” 

“Okay. Thanks. Good night, darlin’.” Joel kissed your cheek.

“Good night, Joel.” You kissed him back.

You shrieked as you closed the door. Joel Miller just called you darling. After what you said to him and he still called you darling? His words made you sway. And the kiss on the cheek felt different. Joel kissed your cheek every night but today definitely felt different. It felt more loving if you had to describe it. Was it because he called you darling? Was it because he was still nice to you even though you broke his heart? Then you remembered you told him that you weren’t ready for a relationship. You were the one who asked him not to fall in love with you but why were you swayed now? You hit your head to get a grip of yourself. You spent your night thinking about how you could make Sarah’s birthday special. You took out your notebook and wrote your ideas about the cake design, colors, decorations and everything. Trying to neglect your thoughts about how perfect Joel was.

It was another day and you prepared dinner at Joel’s house just like usual. You and Joel had dinner together almost every night since you babysat Sarah. Either you cooked for the two of you, ordered deliveries, Joel brought takeouts, or ate out. But tonight you decided to cook. 

“You’re home early.” You turned to look at Joel who just got home from work.

“Today was peaceful.” He chuckled.

“Dinner will be ready in 10. So you can take a shower first, sir.” You bowed, acting like a maid.

“I’ll be back.” Joel chuckled as he shook his head at your joke.

*10 minutes later*

Joel went down the stairs looking fresh after a shower.

“Smells good.” Joel sniffed.

“You always said that.” You scoffed.

“I’m being honest.” Joel glared at you.

“Well, thank you.” You smiled.

You and Joel dug in and ate the meal you cooked.

“So, I’ve got some ideas for Sarah’s first birthday party.” You took out your notebook.

“Uh-huh. What do you got?” 

“I was thinking of a pink themed kind of birthday party. What do you think?” You squinted your eyes.

“Hmm, how about purple? I’m seeing Sarah as a purple girl.” Joel voted purple.

“Yes sir. Purple it is.” You wrote purple on your notebook.

“About the cake, I have talked to my baker and he has this amazing design in mind. You’ll love it.” 

“I’ll leave it to you, miss.” 

Sarah’s Birthday D-1

You and Joel decorated the house with purple flowers and purple balloons. You used helium for the balloon so it could fly to the ceilings. 

"Never meant to cause you any sorrow~"

Joel sang as he held the balloon pumper as a microphone near his mouth. 

You turned your head right away as you heard a high-pitched voice singing. 

"Seriously?" You put your hands to your waist staring at him. 

"Never meant to cause you any pain" Joel closed his eyes and continued singing.

You inhaled some of the helium and jumped to the couch. 

"I only wanted to one time to see you laughing.."  

You sang and Joel stopped because he was impressed by you.

"I only wanted to see you in the purple rain" 

You started to sing like a real singer on the stage but you were just on Joel's couch. 

"Purple rain

Purple rain" 

Joel inhaled another helium and sang with you together. The two of you burst into laughter. You couldn't stop laughing, your stomach hurts.

"Okay, okay. Stop it. My stomach hurts from laughing." You pressed your stomach. 

"I didn't know you like Prince." You bumped Joel's arm.

"Purple rain is like my jam." Joel squinted his eyes.

"Wait, did you choose purple because of the song? Purple as in purple rain?" You furrowed your brows confused as you joined the dots. He shrugged.

"I..may have chosen purple because of purple rain." He admitted. 

"You're sooo predictable." You shook your head and poked his chest with your index finger.

D-day

The birthday cake was big and purple. It was a two tier cake with pearls and sparkly butterflies around it. You thanked your baker for making Sarah a beautiful birthday cake. 

Sarah wore a purple dress with a purple bow tie bandana headband around her head. You and Joel had bought them a few days ago at the mall. 

"Happy birthday, you cute little girl!" One of your employees from the cafe shook her little hand gently. 

"Whoaa, who is this pretty little girl here?" Another friend from your cafe came to her while baby Sarah was in Joel's arms. 

"Happy birthday, purple girl." Flo came and stroked her head. 

"Say thank you, babygirl." Joel bounced Sarah and she babbled. 

"You're welcome." Flo gave you a gift box for Sarah and you put it on the table piled with presents. 

Everyone was happy to celebrate Sarah's birthday. They were like a second family to her. She spent every day with them and you at the cafe. And they loved her too. 

“Hey, you old fucker. And hey there you, babygirl. Happy birthday, my sweet little niece.” An unfamiliar man approached the two of you and kissed baby Sarah’s head.

“Tommy!” Joel hugged his younger brother.

“(y/n), this is Tommy, my younger brother. Tommy this is (y/n). She’s uh-she’s my neighbor. She’s the one who came up with all of these.” Joel introduced you to Tommy and pointed around the house.

“Hi, Tommy. I’m (y/n). Nice to meet you. Joel helped a lot too.” You shook Tommy’s hand.

“So you guys-uh-together?” Tommy asked.

“We’re neighbors.” You answered and Joel nodded.

“Okay. If you want to say it that way. I’m sure you guys are more than that anyways.” Tommy raised both of his opened palms in the air. 

“Okay, now I’m gonna mingle and see if I can talk to that pretty girl.” Tommy walked away and talked to a girl, who was apparently to be Flo. 

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” You chuckled.

“Well, you know about it now.” Joel kissed Sarah’s cheek.

“He seems..” You pouted as you were looking for the right word.

“Friendly. Very much friendly.” You smirked.

“Yep, he is.” 

“Why don’t we gather everyone and sing happy birthday?” You rested your hand at Joel’s shoulder then to Sarah’s head.

"Everyone! Joel here has something to say." You gathered everyone's attention.

"What? I thought you were the one who-" Joel whispered to you and bumped your arm.

"Shh.. come on do the speech." You whispered back to him. 

"I didn't prepare anythin'." He panicked.

"You can do it. Come on." You patted his back. 

"Hi-uh-I'm Joel. I'm sure you all know Sarah. She's turning one today. Thank you for takin' care of her every day at the cafe. I really appreciate it. You are all a second family to her. Why don't we-uh-sing happy birthday to my little girl?" Joel was sweating. You could see it dripping to the back of his neck but you just chuckled. You found him cute this way.

*Everyone started to sing*

Joel sang half way and he stopped singing so you turned to him. His eyes were locked to a woman who just came into the house. She was his ex-wife and her current boyfriend. 

"Joel.." You stroked his upper arm. 

"Hold Sarah for me?" He passed Sarah to your arms. 

"Okay." You took her from his arms and held her, bouncing her a bit. 

Joel sighed as he walked towards his ex-wife. He didn't let her see Sarah. He dragged her outside the house avoiding everyone to see the drama that would happen. 

"Everything's gonna be okay, baby. Your dad got this. Let's just be happy and celebrate your birthday. Today's your special day." You talked to baby Sarah and kissed her forehead.

To be continued…

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[falling-star-cygnus]

Heard you’re suffering artblock and want requests so uhhhh—

Alastor helping Lucifer with molting season?

i love you for this, dewflake :0

uhhh, i wrote this and then reread your ask and only just now realized it says art block and not writers block... hope you don't mind?

your pfp tho oml <3

{Alastor sneezes.}

{The feather that had drifted past his nose, tauntingly red, marks for the third occasion he's had to bat one of those blasted things away. Once he could dismiss as an accident, two an unfortunate coincidence, but three?}

{Why, it was practically a challenge!}

{Though... admittedly a messy one. Not to mention sloppy. You didn't see Alastor leaving the velvet from his antlers everywhere, now did you?}

{...that wasn't a bad idea actually. Not everywhere, of course, the Radio Demon had class. But maybe a hearty covering over a certain king of hell's pillow would be enough of a deterrent.}

{Why was Lucifer leaving his feathers everywhere? It was hardly his usual go-to for irritating the deer demon. Before he could dwell too long, however, a familiar chipper voice breaks into his thought process.}

"Oh! Alastor!"

{Charlie, he notes. She's carrying a stack of boxes that's leaning just a little too far forward for comfort and Alastor can't help but use his microphone to tilt them back into her hands properly.}

{Purely so it wouldn't fall on him, of course. Not because he didn't want the princess to hurt herself. That would've made excellent entertainment if he was standing maybe a foot to the left. That's what he'll tell anyone that asks. Until it's true}

"Ack- thanks, Al!" "No problem at all, my dear Charlie. May I ask why you're carrying such a heavy load? With no help for that matter."

{Alastor would've thought her little girlfriend would've leapt at the chance to help. Especially considering he could tell she still carried the guilt of keeping what she truly was a secret.}

"It's no worries! Juuust busy somethings around in storage. Oh, oh! Actually- do you mind checking on my dad?"

{The Radio Demon tilts his head to the side, wondering why in high hell the darling princess thought that that was a good idea. He goes to say as much when-}

"Please, Al? For me?"

{He chokes on static. Somehow, Charlie had managed to peek over her stack of luggage and flash the most horrendous pair of puppy dog- ugh dogs- pair of doe eyes at him}

{It's shameful how fast it works.}

"...obey the five-foot rule." "Yay! Oh, I could hug you right now!" "Do not."

{Charlie giggles, hefting her haul back into the crook of her arm with a nod}

"I would go myself, but this could be a good bonding opportunity for you two! He always gets like this this time of year..." "Oh? And here I thought he was a hermit year round, hahah!"

{Alastor doesn't stick around to see her expression.}

{Unsurprisingly, the feathers become a more and more common occurrence the closer he gets to Lucifer's gaudy apple tower. He'll have to loose Niffty in here sometime soon...}

{The deer half-debates just leaving, the king of hell is more then old enough to take care of himself. But- no, he gave Charlie his word. Not directly, there was nothing making him do this actually. So why does he want to...?}

{Alastor knocks}

"Huh- Uh.. who is it?"

{The door is opening before he can answer.}

"Now, now, your highness, you didn't even let me introduce myself!" "Ughh, what do you want, Alastor?"

{There's something itching at the back of his brain at the sight of Lucifer's unkempt wings. The way the feathers puffed and clumped up in some places, the ceiling high piles of red and white... hm.}

{He invites himself in}

"Wh- hey!" "Our dear Charlie sent me over, of course! Something about your current issue being a yearly problem?"

{It's highly amusing to watch Lucifer waffle around for an answer, starting one sentence just to abandon it for an accusation. It almost makes him laugh as he watches over his shoulder. It's only after a minute of watching that he realizes the king is shirtless.}

{The final piece clicks into place.}

"Oh, I see. You're molting, aren't you?" "How did you-" "I suppose this goes to show even the most powerful of beings have their troubles, hm?" "So you admit I'm stronger then you!"

{Alastor's eye twitches}

"You mean you were doubting it?"

{Lucifer scowls}

{The micro king of hell manages to keep the staring contest going for about 10 seconds before throwing his hands up to viciously scratch at one of wings. The rough movement has the deer cringing and smoothing himself out before Lucifer rounds on him again.}

"Can I help you?" "On the contrary, maybe I can help you."

{His royal shortness barely has time to blink before Alastor is shadow slinking behind him.}

{The Radio Demon shoves at his shoulder until the little king is face down on his bed and ignores whatever noises of protest he manages to make at the sudden treatment.}

"What are you doing- oh. Oh, that feels nice."

{Alastor had sunk his nails into the clump of loose feathers closest to the middle of Lucifer's back and begun to gently scritch at the muscle underneath it; effectively, the feathers ready to fall were taken care of.}

{It feels like hours later of this rinse and dry process before the purring King speaks up}

"You're good at this... you done this for that bartender of yours or something?" "HAH- no."

{The deer contemplates leaving it at that, keeping whatever this calm air is between them going and stable and safe. He's not sure why he doesn't.}

"My ma- my mother used to look after the ducks that came by the pond."

{If Lucifer notices the correction, he doesn't say anything. No, he stays quiet as Alastor dusts his loose feathers into an idle pile.}

"She taught me how to do it." "...she sounds nice."

{The Radio Demon hums, a familiar song drifting through his microphone. He vaguely remembers it as something that would play in the kitchen all those years ago. Hm... didn't his maman say that molting fowl needed more protein? Perhaps then he'll make jambalaya for dinner tonight. Just in case.}

"...she was."

[thepookiestpookiebear]

Twisted wonderland (WIP !!!)

Jade Leech x fem reader | Floyd Leech x fem reader

Can be read as any other gender if you'd like

Not a request but I just wrote this while on a road trip, aka right now. I wrote this in 30 minutes if you can't tell, obviously it's gonna be messy and not proofread

Cw : swearing/cursing, not proofread, Jade, Floyd. Ooc, rushed.

Wc: no fucking idea honestly I don't bother counting

You pant, absolutely exhausted. You had to chase after Grim to somehow force convince him to attend classes, but that little brat keeps running away and hiding. You find yourself all alone in some huge dark hallway, wandering around trying to find Grim.

"Grim ! Grim !! GRIM !!! WHERE ARE YOU ??" You shout, your voice echoing along the walls and high ceilings. "God knows what I'll do once i get my hands on you, you little sh*t.." you mutter angrily.

You're lost, but it's not like you really care at the moment. You're so busy cursing Grim in your head that you can't bring yourself to give a single f*ck.

That is, until you heard the dreadfully familiar voice of Floyd. (Insert oh shit, not good sfx)

"Heya, Lil shrimpy~ whatchu doing here, huh ? Did the little shrimpy get lost ?"

He says, with that menacing toothy grin of his. Sometimes you wonder how the hell his teeth are so white, what kinda toothpaste does he use ? Heck, do they even have colgate in twisted wonderland ? Maybe he uses its twisted wonderland equivalent. But damn, his teeth are whiter than my bedsheets and brighter than my earrings.

After a moment of internal brainstorming, you answer "Yup. Sucks to be me I guess. But that aside, why are you here ?"

His grin widens "that's for me to know and you to find out~" Oh how you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face because BOI you're not in the mood to joke around at the moment. 'Goddammit Grim, you will be the death of me one day..'

"Well, do you happen to know where Grim went ? That little sh- I mean, rascal, decided to play 'the dad who went to get milk' role and disappeared." Holy fucking shit, why is that burj khalifa eel leech whatever the fuck he is guy giggling like a fucking schoolgirl ? (Not that he's far from that actually) .

Giggle not as in the usual giggle he does but the kind of giggle a kid does when he's hiding something. Hmm. That's suspicious, that's weird..*insert sfx*

Well whatever, it doesn't matter what the hell he finds so funny because before you know it, you are gone.

Kaboom.

Abracadabra.

Gone. Gone and left no crumbs

Whoosh.

Because fuck no you ain't getting involved with Floyd or the octavinelle trio ever again. Even if fucking Leona held you at gunpoint and threatened you, you would still refuse to get involved with that slimy motherfucker.

'Yeah no thanks, but when I said I want my back broken I didn't mean it literally.'

*Insert sfx* AwOoP ! JuMpSCarE~

It seems luck wasn't by your side today, as you ran straight into a solid mass.

You groan "Oh fuck me.." you whine. Jade chuckles. Just as you had expected, he's grinning ominously at you while holding Grim in his right hand.

Well fuck, you should've known better. At this point these two leeches are your sleep paralysis demons.

(Would you believe me if I said I actually had Floyd as my sleep paralysis demon once ? It was fucking horrifying.)

"Oya oya, look who we have here, Floyd~ What a coincidence.."

He says, eyes glowing ominously while both of their grins stretch wider than your legs do whenever someone mentions geto or gojo. /j /not j

"Indeed a very unfortunate pleasant coincidence. Come to think of it, why weren't you with Floyd earlier ?"

He quirks an eyebrow "Oh, but i was. You just didn't see me. I was behind you the entire time, prefect."

"That isn't very...reassuring"

You trail off. "Well doesn't matter, can you just give me that thing ?"

You point at Grim, purposely calling him a thing to piss him off.

Grim begs to differ though, "THING ??? IM NOT A THING, IM THE GREAT SORCERER GRIM !!!!-" although that doesn't last long, he is quickly shut up by Jade's stare.

You grin, cockily. Haha take that you little gremlin ! That's what you get !!

But your thoughts are cut off just as quickly by Floyd, "Ehhh ? Shrimpy's mouth is open ?"

"Huh ? What does that have to do with this ?" You say, confused. Meanwhile Floyd quickly shoots Jade a knowing glance, which unnerves you.

"Nothing to worry your little head about, shrimpy~" "indeed, my brother is right, do not concern yourself with such matters."

Much to your shock, Jade wordlessly hands you Grim. Your mouth drops open

"Holy shit, Are you guys okay ? You behave as if you just ate Lilia's food... either that, or the sun will rise at the west tomorrow !"

The two simply smile and walk away.

Well, that was confusing..

[whatthefishh]

Feed Your Ego

I was going to name this 3 Is My Favourite Number but I thought that was too on the nose lol. Instead I listened to Ego by Raye one too many times while writing this so-

Possibly the sluttiest thing I've ever written. Inspired by that tiktok of Santi and Frankie walking to the beat and making eye contact - you know the one.

NSFW Warnings: PinV (x2), creampie(x2), poly(?), PWP like literally what fucking plot, M/F/M, reader is fem, use of the word 'daddy', slight edging

(My face while writing these warnings as if I wasn't the one who wrote this thing 0.0)

The drag of Santiago’s hard cock through your quivering channel is all you can feel, the rest of your nerves essentially numb to the way he’s hitting your cervix on each hard thrust. It doesn’t help that he’s spewing absolute filth at you while doing so, palms pressing on your thighs, bending you in half at the middle.

“Louder, baby, let me hear you, let him hear you,” Santi groans as your moans escalate past recognition. “Oh, you liked that? She liked that, Fish.”

You clench down on his dick again as he continues thrusting, Frankie’s face coming into view above you as you lay in the center of the bed. 

“Wait your fuckin’ turn, Fish,” he growls at Frankie. You want to say something snarky back, something about how this was his idea to begin with and he can’t go acting all possessive now when you’re in the middle of coming for the third time that night. The first two times were on each of their faces; Frankie apparently had wanted to taste you the minute Santiago suggested this whole thing. 

Frankie only smiled at Santi’s remark. His hands came up to pull yours down from their place on Santi’s biceps, where you were gripping him like a lifeline, his hands encircling your wrists to pin them down next to your head. 

“You look so good like this, querida,” Frankie says quietly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to break out. 

Your reaction wasn’t lost on Santiago, who seemed to have taken this as a motivator to start fucking you with increased vigor, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, his thumb finding its way to your clit as he pressed up against something wonderful inside you. Before you knew it, you were coming, eyes closing in the wake of the burning white ecstasy it left you shaking with, hands still pinned down. You felt a soft touch on your neck and shoulder, repeatedly pressing down, only realizing belatedly that it was Frankie leaving feather light kisses on you. 

With a few more erratic thrusts, Santi’s hips stalled as he filled you up with his cum, groaning loudly with his head hanging back as he found his release. As he pulled out, Frankie let go of your hands, your body curling in on itself on instinct to keep him inside the way you know he likes. 

The boys were talking as you slowly came back to yourself, their voices blending together in their low tones. Your eyes adjusted and focused on Frankie, his face coming closer as he cupped your cheek, lips moving in quiet praise. 

“You okay, gorgeous? Still wanna continue?” he asked softly. 

“Uh-huh,” you managed with a short nod. 

It was clear enough for him, kissing your nose before flipping you over and adjusting your body to his liking. You landed on your knees, head resting on your folded arms with your ass in the air. Frankie’s hands came up to massage and pull at your cheeks, cupping them before spreading them to watch as Santi’s spend dribbled out of your puffy pussy. 

“Jesus, Pope, this is a lot,” Frankie scoffed. He wasn’t going to need any extra lubrication it seemed. 

When Frankie lined up his dick, after catching the bits that leaked out with his tip, he started to push in, only for you to moan and try to wiggle away from him. Putting pressure on your lower back to keep you in place, he continued to push forward slowly as you turned your head to moan into the sheets. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Thought you couldn’t wait to have ‘Big Dick Morales’?” Santiago laughed at your attempts to escape, fingers twisting the bedding. Cooing at you, he lifts your chin up as Frankie bottoms out, placing soft kisses on your face. “How does he feel, hermosa? Tell me.”

“Yeah, tell him how good I’m stretching you out,” Frankie pulls all the way out, the drag of him still slightly burning but his thrusts back in pull out a punched out breath from you on every pass. 

And even though you’re so wet and stretched from Santi, you find yourself still struggling to take Frankie. Santi continues to hold your face as you whimper and pant into his mouth, listening to your pleasure build. 

He couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of desire once again at seeing you look so fucked out so soon by his best friend. The crinkle of your brow as you bit down on your bottom lip, the shaky breaths you were letting out, fingers grabbing, clenching, twisting the sheets tighter and tighter. 

Kissing you again before letting go of your face, he leans back against the headboard, tired from his efforts. His cock sat between his outstretched legs, your face not too far from his as Frankie continued to fuck into you, his movements jostling you forward on each stroke. 

Frankie slaps your ass to bring you back to the present, and you briefly remember his demand, calling out to Santi,”so good, he feels so good.”

Your eyes meet his even as you grip the bedding, Santiago’s eyes flicking back and forth between yours and behind you, likely meeting Frankie’s searing gaze, before settling on yours with his brows resting heavy on his face. His cock stirs at the sight again, slowly coming back to full mast at the way you keep eye contact. 

Santi gets an idea.

“Look how pretty she is, Francisco, takes your cock so well-”

“Fuck, Pope-”

“No, keep fucking her Frank, but she has to keep her eyes on me, though, or else you stop, got it?”

Frankie groans at his words, gripping your hips a little tighter, thrusts a little harder, “Fuck!”

He starts pounding into you with wild abandon, your eyes threatening to close at the new wave of pleasure assaulting your senses but the commanding look in Santiago’s eyes as he raises his eyebrows challengingly at you keeps them open. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, Santi’s spend mixed with your arousal being pushed out of you. 

Frankie’s thrusts were hitting something deep inside you, the drag of his length making it hard for you to breathe and you felt yourself slipping, eyes shutting for the briefest of moments. 

“Stop!”

The fucker.

Frankie grunts as he comes to a stop, pulling out of you begrudgingly. His iron grip on your body serves to show his restraint as your eyes fly open to glare at your beau.

“Please.” It doesn’t sound kind, or even remotely what you know he wants from you. 

“Please what, bebita? You closed your eyes. What did you expect?”

Frankie is breathing harshly behind you, like an animal kept behind bars. His hands flex and he lets out the softest of whines. 

“C’mon, gorgeous, be good for us,” he joins Santi in berating you. 

They fuck you til you can’t see straight and expect you to comply? Insane. Ridiculous!

Whining out of frustration, you hang your head and mutter another please and I’ll be good.

Santi tuts. You lift your head to look at him and beg again. “I promise.”

He looks to Frankie and nods with a single brow raised, looking like the devil himself. Frankie’s hands flex again as he slips easily back inside your fluttering hole, groaning out expletives while doing so.

He picks up speed rather quickly, pounding into you just right, and this time you’re determined to keep your eyes on Santi, determined to prove him wrong, to rise to the challenge he set out for you. And maybe this is why you loved him so much, because he constantly challenged you, never backing down from a fight. You did, you loved him so much-

Santiago leans forwards to cup your breast, tweaking your nipple while he gently bites down on your bottom lip and tugs on it. Your eyes fall shut of their own accord, your body being played by his dirty tricks. 

He doesn’t even say anything this time, just holds his palm up in the air and Frankie pulls out, falling into line behind Santi like a good soldier. Santi was always pulling the reins around the boys, whether it was intentional or not, but right now Frankie was as obedient as they come.

Whimpering and resting your forehead against his, the bastard laughs at you.

“I thought you wanted this, bebita. You promised you’d be good, don’t you want to come?”

Frankie leans down to press kisses between your shoulder blades, rubbing his hands up your sides soothingly while Santi gets on your last nerve. You had to swallow your pride if he was going to let you come tonight. Time to bring out the big guns.

“I-I’m sorry, daddy, I’ll be good,” you say in a soft voice, so sweet it could kill him. Opening your eyes to catch his, you watch as his eyes turn several shades darker. Cocking his head to the side, he smirks and nods at you, knowing you’ve matched his game with your own dirty play. You rarely called him ‘daddy’, only when you really wanted something and wanted to bypass his usual line of protests until he finally caved and gave in to you, as usual. 

“Okay, pretty baby, let’s try this again, hmm?” 

They must have some sort of silent communication going on because as soon as he finished speaking, Frankie rammed his cock back inside you and began a punishing pace, causing you to moan loudly. You were so pent up from before it didn’t take you any time for the coil to twist in your lower belly again at full force, Frankie’s thick girth and powerful thrusts hurtling you to the edge quickly.

In your periphery, you see Santi’s hand moving over his own hard length again, fist moving faster and faster - how long was he teasing himself for? Moaning louder at this realization, you started pushing your hips back against Frankie’s desperate to come before Santi was able to play you again. 

“Keep your eyes on me, you look so good like this. My sweet, pretty baby.” 

Your face is telling enough for him, he knows you’re close and so is Frankie by the way he’s pistoning in and out of you, gaze ultra-focused on where he’s disappearing inside you. Your moans are coming out uncontrollably now, bordering on pathetic and whiny. 

“So well behaved now, you wanna come for me?” 

Frantically, you nod. Somewhere, behind the rushing noise of your breaths and blood behind your ears, you hear Frankie groan out a fuck, please, Pope followed by a rush of rather harsh sounding Spanish, likely aimed at Santi. 

“So close, daddy, please t-touch- fuck, touch me” you pant out desperately. You’re cock drunk at this point, willing to spew whatever nonsense he wants you to say for his little show, you just need to come. And by the way Frankie’s hips are stuttering, he’s waiting for the call, too.

“Fish seems to be doing just fine, whatdya need me for?” He’s smiling at you so smug, knowing he holds the power right now. All you can do is whine for him in response, eyes crinkling at the edges from the effort of holding off your looming orgasm. 

He takes pity on you and begins graciously, generously, gloriously strumming your clit. 

“Go ahead, baby, come for us,” Santi relents, fisting his own cock tighter to completion.

Finally, you think before letting go to the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking you, arms unable to keep you up, and you crumble to the mattress and wail into it. Your pussy clamps down tightly on Frankie’s cock as it stutters through the last few thrusts, some of your mixed slick dribbling out. 

“Come on it, yeah, shit- ahhh,” Frankie growls, pushing his come deep into you as he collapses on your back, sweat slick curls stuck on his forehead.

In your tired daze you catch Frankie pulling out of you and laying your body down to rest comfortably while he went to get the wet wipes you had set aside for this exact scenario beforehand. While waiting for his return, you blindly pat on the bed next to you where you think Santiago is. A hand clasps yours and he brings it to his lips, kissing it languidly.

Frankie returns, smiling at the sweet display of affection and proceeds to clean your mess. 

“So uhh… where do I sleep?” Frankie asks, a goofy grin on his face as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. 

[the-ace-with-spades]

WIP Wednesday for multiple hangster fics because I wrote a bit during my train rides this weekend but won't be able to write more for a while...

snippets for the hangster a/b/o mpreg fic, with arms wide open (idea overview here)

Bradley is—he’s tired. Constantly tired. His feet feel like they are filled with water, his calves look like they’re filled with water, he’s had a nosebleed and bleeding gums this morning, and whenever he closes his eyes, he keeps seeing spots for a couple seconds after opening them again.

He’s been trying not to complain too much, Mav and Ice would panic if he did, but it hasn't been the easiest few weeks for him. 

Something on his face must have shown as he grabs the two copies left on his desk because Nat just takes them off his hands as they enter the corridor outside the office, and gives him a pitying look. “They’re really giving you a hard time, huh?”

“It’s genetic,” he says dryly and Nat snorts.

She’s still smiling softly as she asks, “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Not really, no,” he admits. Even the idea of seeing Jake makes him nauseous. “I’ll have to, at some point, even just so we can get some things clear. I just, I’d prefer to do that after the fact.”

“You think he’ll just—wait, until then?”

“I—I don’t know,” he replies. He knows Jake — or he had thought he knows him — and he’s not one to be predictable. He likes to think that the Jake he knew, that Jake would try to make it right, even if it is too late for it now that Bradley knows how he truly feels.“He said he doesn’t want any of it so, not talking, it’d be easier for him. He’s just not—”

“—the type to do things the easy way?”

****

It's a different office and a different secretary, not like the ones Bradley remembers. The secretary is far younger than the one Ice had when he was a teenager, who had been older than Ice, and the office is far bigger and far more formal. He’s come here wearing his uniform, thinking it’d make it easier to move around base in it, and he’s so glad — he’d have looked so out of place if he just arrived in jeans and a shirt.

“Can you call him and tell him it’s his son?”

This is stretching it, he knows. Bradley’s been Ice’s nothing, on paper, Ice as the head alpha of Bradley’s pack, an archaic thing not considered for much in today’s world, being the only connecting part for them. He might have been his kid, years and years before, but now, Ice probably wouldn’t have much but nostalgic empathy and leftover possessiveness for Bradley.

“Son?” the secretary asks. “He doesn’t have a son.”

He feels like a fraud as he says, “Name’s Bradley,” but he doesn’t have much choice.

She looks at him for a minute and he relents from fidgeting from foot to foot. Finally, she picks up the phone handle and with one button, connects to the office behind her. The rooms are soundproofed so he can only hear her parts, not even a whisper coming from the office door.

“Sir, there’s an unscheduled visitor asking to meet you. Yes. I know, yes. He’s a lieutenant. I know, sir. Didn’t say.” She pauses, glancing at Bradley again, and he waits in silence. “He claims he’s your son, sir, your son Bradley. Yes, Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir.”

Bradley clears his throat and she suddenly straightens up, blinking idly at the phone, not a word leaving her mouth for a couple of minutes..

“Sir?” she speaks up, eyes glancing toward him, confused. “I understand.” She puts down the phone and tilts her head at Bradley, frowning. Then, slowly, she tells him, “Admiral Kazansky will see you now.”

He takes a minute to process, staring at the door to Ice's office long enough for the secretary to clear her throat.

He wants to throw up all over again.

snippet for slow down (you're doing fine) chapter 7

Jake had never wondered why Bradley liked to come to an empty bar to relax but he supposed nostalgia had something to do with it — either because of his dad or because of his godfather — military bars tended to look similar.

It was the center of the problem, Jake supposed, him either never wondering why Bradley did certain things or being too insistent for his, their own good that he needed to know why.

Jake sat down in front of him, on the other side of the booth, crossing his arms and leaning on the table. Bradley glanced up at him, raised an eyebrow, and went back to filling out paperwork. Like he hadn't given Jake back the ring Jake thought he had lost forever years ago a few nights ago. Like he hadn’t admitted he knew Jake wanted to marry him barely a few nights ago.

Like he didn’t break and mend Jake’s heart when he gave him that envelope.

“Did you really play Danny from Grease in high school?”

Bradley put the pen down and frowned.

“How do you—It was Mav, wasn’t it?” he realized, shaking his head and sighing. He was smiling softly, head slightly tilted like he wanted to avoid Jake’s gaze but couldn’t — he looked lovely, rosy cheeks, loose curls on his forehead and all. “Before you say anything, I’ll remind you that I know you like Dolly Parton.”

“I stand by that, she's a star,” he answered without shame, smiling back. “You never sing any of the songs from it. You know, You’re the One I Want or Summer Lovin’ and all that.”

“It’s Nights, Summer Nights," Bradley said and Jake grinned because he really did sound like a theater kid. "And most of them are duets, don't exactly translate well while done solo, even with a crowd.”

He turned his gaze down back to the table but he didn’t pick up the pen and Jake observed him when he said, “I sold the ring.”

A barely-there flinch of his eyebrows and licking his lips was all Jake could notice before Bradley said, “Good.”

the (sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot chapter 8 snippet

"Have you done something like this before?"

"No," he admitted.

“You said—”

"I told you I flew in an F-14, not that I piloted it."

In fact, the closest to piloting an F-14 he came was playing the flight simulator — it was their main source of entertainment after his top surgery and when Ice was on house arrest when he had cancer. He read the nine hundred pages of NATOPS for the Tomcat only because they wanted to keep the game realistic as much as possible and for hours, Bradley had listened as Ice, and sometimes Uncle Slider, explained to him how it looked in reality. They had shown him the differences between the NATOPS and the sims because he missed flying, but he had never thought he would have to fly an F-14 and was doing his hardest now to remember those days.

The idea that Bradley could fly this museum piece solely on the knowledge he gathered from a former Tomcat pair, few short flights as the backseater when he was fourteen, and the days spent in a civilian-grade flight simulator was already far-fetched — but this wasn't going to reassure anyone, so his mouth stayed shut.

"And you want to—"

"You see any other choices here? If so, be my guest," he offered. “Last chance to swap the seats.”

"You're going to kill us," Jake remarked and honestly, Bradley preferred to die trying than just give up. He was raised better.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, honey."

He resisted the urge to bang his head on the board in front of him and tried to remember what was next.

[archiveikemen]

"Mobius Chord" Main Story Prologue: Chapter 5

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— Someone read an article I wrote and gave it their appraisal. 

The realisation left me feeling unexpectedly happy, shy, and even embarrassed. 

Koto: … ehehe.

Ever since leaving the agency, I had the recurring thought about whether I was doing the “right thing”.

I originally started my career in hopes of supporting hard working artists from behind the scenes, inspired by the time I spent with Lit. 

But as my days were filled with inexplicable headaches, tinnitus, and the merciless demands of my job, I decided to let that dream go at last. 

Still, there were plenty of times I wondered if that was the right choice to make. 

But somehow, Haru-san’s words cleared that uncertainty. 

Koto: Hearing that made me really happy, Haru-san. … Huh? Haru-san!? 

I looked around flustered, and Haru-san was nowhere to be seen. 

Koto: No way. Did I imagine all that? Was Haru-san a little dwarf or something…? 

Hijiri Fujishiro: Haa? You think that giant Haru-nii’s a dwarf? You’re as idiotic as ever! 

Reiya Sanjo: Wow, it really is Koto-chan…! 

Koto: Huh. Eh? EEEEEHH!? 

I nearly fell over in shock as two familiar faces peeked into the club room through the doorway. 

Hijiri: Yo, idiot Koto. Been a while. 

Hijiri Fujishiro, a piano prodigy who was a year younger than me. And…

Reiya Sanjo: We haven't been in touch even once recently, but how have you been?

Reiya Sanjo, my childhood friend since elementary school.

Koto: W-wh-what? Why are you guys here!?

Hijiri: Whaddya mean “why”? Don’t treat us like we’re spirits. 

Reiya: Haru-san sent us a message saying “Koto has been located”, so we came over half-believing it. 

Koto: “Located”... why the word choice? 

Hijiri: That’s Haru-nii for you. He’s always been a little special. 

Reiya: You’re helping out as a staff member for the party, huh? That makes me look forward to it even more. 

Koto: News sure travels fast…! I mean, yeah, but I’m mainly on the preparations side of the team. 

Reiya: Then will you be at the party on the day itself? 

Koto: I was told that if everything goes smoothly, it’s up to me whether to stay or leave…

Hijiri: Nuh-uh. You’re not allowed to leave. You’re gonna stay for at least the first 15 minutes.

Koto: Oh, um… 

(I probably shouldn't mention the opening act yet.) 

Even though they were the concerned party, I was hesitant to mention something that hasn't been officially announced. I repeatedly opened and closed my mouth, holding myself back from saying it, when… 

Reiya: Oh— um, right. You see, thanks to Miyamoto-san’s connections… yeah. 

Hijiri: What’s with that tone!? It’s hard for us to keep going if we don’t believe that our talents are what's pushing us forwards. 

Hijiri: I mean, yeah our debut has a little prestige added to it, but still— 

Koto: Eh? You’re officially debuting? 

The unprecedented crisis in the entertainment industry severely impacted Lit. 

Although they managed to hold a few live shows and participated in some band collaborations, they had yet to announce anything about a CD debut. 

Reiya: Ah— umm… pretend you didn't hear that. 

Hijiri: Oh come on, the news will be made public next week anyway. What’s the big deal? 

Hijiri: Plus, Koto used to be part of Lit. Even if she wasn't, she probably would’ve heard about it from Kei already. 

Koto: Huh? Kei-kun? Why him?

I blinked in surprise at the mention of an unexpected name. 

Hijiri: Ha? … Koto, aren't you… Kei’s girlfriend…? … Or did you guys break up? 

Koto: … What?

Reiya: Nah, wasn't it just a one-sided thing on Kei’s part? Besides, Koto-chan’s popular. 

Koto: HUH!? What are you talking about!? 

For some reason, the conversation took a dramatic twist and started turning into an unbelievable story I didn't even know about. 

I held my head, struggling to keep up with Reiya-kun and Hijiri-kun… 

[moonjun-aus]

Hello! My debut came a little later than expected lol. 2024 barely started and oh, wow, my life is crazy! BUT!! I decided to share this story I wrote based on a dream as to not leave you all empty handed for so long. Hope you all enjoy!

Private Show | 1k words (Junhui x afab!reader, idol x idol, smut, mentions of inexperience)

Summary: Jun loves to put on a show. You love to watch.

You arrived a little earlier to your planned date with Jun at the dorms, as two idols, you had to enjoy fully the times you could see each other. Most of the guys were out already and the ones who were not— Mingyu, Minghao and Chan— were getting ready to leave for their own stuff.

Going straight for his room door, you knocked a couple of times. Yet, no response came from the other side. So, you simply opened the door and, oh well you were flabbergasted to say the least.

There he was, your boyfriend Jun, laying down on the bed. Shirtless, with his phone in one hand. And the other hand was…

“Oh fuck!” Jun noticed you and jumped up, as you immediately turned away covering your eyes to further push the embarrassment away.

“Sorry, sorry! It was all you could say, “I knocked, and you didn’t answer.”

You hear the bathroom door slamming and turned back. He was in such a hurry he left his phone unlocked. You know you shouldn’t, but you did peak a bit wondering what he was watching and masturbating too. Feeling preemptively a little hurt he’d be watching porn; yet you were pleasantly surprised to see yourself on his screen.

A fancam of your group’s newest sexy comeback. That’s hot, you thought. You and Jun hadn’t been dating for very long, only five months, so you hadn’t been together that way yet. Not only because of the duration of the relationship, but also because of your inexperience. You wanted to take a bit slow.

But you certainly didn’t stop your mind from wandering while watching his fancams or fan edits. And you were immediately turned on he’d do the same. So, taking slow wasn’t exactly very easy at that moment.

You snapped off your thoughts as Jun reappeared, looking like he took a quick shower. Unfortunately for you, he was back at wearing a shirt and keen on acting as nothing had happened.

Knowing that addressing would embarrass both of you unnecessarily, you went on with your movie date. Midway through the movie—that you were barely paying attention to— your mind wandered back to the scene. Usually between the two of you, you were the shyest one when it came to PDA. But you decided: not today, you’re not!

After coming back from drinking some water in the kitchen, you paused the movie and he turned to you, expecting some make out session in the horizon surely.

“Hey, Jun. I want something to ask you.” You gulped, then he did the same. “Do you often masturbate to videos of me?” You said as fast as you could. Scoups would be proud, you chuckled mentally.

“Huh? What did you say?” His eyes gave him away: he already heard you.

“I know you do,” you decided to tease. “But that’s not the point of this.”

“Oh? What is it then?” Jun turned fully to you, taking your hands in his.

“Can… Can I,” your confidence a bit lost as his fingers massaged yours, both of you knowing exactly what he was doing. “Can I watch you?”

“You want to watch me, masturbating?” He whispered. He seemed taken back, perhaps he was expecting another question. You’d never know. “Well, you know I don’t deny putting up a show but… You really want to watch me? Did I turn you on?”

“Well, duh.” You shrugged. “But it’s fine if you don’t want to. I know it’s very personal and…”

“For you, I can do anything you ask, babe.” He interrupted you. “Go sit on the beanbag. Your show will start.”

So that’s you did. You watched as he closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, his brown hair messy, his blue sleeveless shirt and black sweatpants. You were getting so shy, and he hadn’t even started anything. But you were thankful that 10-minute-ago you were brave enough to ask for the scene, because when he started massaging his member, through his pants, you knew you were in for the time of your life. No performance would ever compare. Unless it’s a collab between us, you thought. But that was for another time. Right now, you wanted to simply enjoy that man.

And, oh, he did make a show for you. His strokes started slow, focusing mainly on the head of his semi-erect penis, as he lowered the sweatpants and underwear to reveal it to you. The size of it was surprising, despite you already having your thoughts; the reality was indeed better.

He kept changing his speed, teasing himself for your entertainment. His low grunts almost making up your name. But you knew he would play hard to get a little bit. If you wanted to hear him moan, you’d have to give him more motivation. You stayed in your seat, your thighs closed together, feeling the pool forming up in your panties. You no longer wanted to watch only. You wanted to kiss his beautiful lips, kiss his neck with the veins popping. Lick his dick up and down. Take him in your mouth, as he deserved.

“Babe, come here.” Jun finally said, motioning to you with his left hand. “I need… ugh… inspiration.”

Like the good girlfriend you were, you didn’t waste time getting your cute ass across the room and sat down on the sofa next to him.

“No. Sit here,” he grunted, tapping his thigh. “I want you to hump my thighs. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded. But, to his surprise, you stood up. Not that you wouldn’t do it, but if he needed inspiration, you’d give it to him. You slid your black panties off your legs, without taking your skirt, and only then you straddled his thigh.

“Can I touch you, Junnie?” You asked, as you started to grind very slowly. You were focused on his hard cock so much, that that was enough stimulus for you and didn’t let you focus on grinding on his thigh.

“Y-yes… please,” he answered, already taking your hand in his and guiding to his dick.

He used his own to guide you for a bit, with you keeping your grip rather loose. He was showing you how he liked, and you were being the best student. When he took his hand away, you decided to show off what you learned by watching him. Your grip on his dick tightened only slightly and that was enough to make him sigh. You sped up a little your movements, soon making your boyfriend start to moan like an angel.

When he was about to come, his pleas got desperate, burying his head on your neck, nipping at it. When he came, you were curious to taste him, so you licked your fingers clean of his cum.

“Jun… I have another question for you.” You whispered in his ear, as he took a couple of deep breaths.

He only managed to make a “hmm?” sound, so you continued, while you kissed his sweaty neck.

“Can you fuck me now?”

[irondad-defensesquad]

Cake Boss

Also on AO3! A little something I wrote for Tony's birthday! Only this is more focused on Happy and Peter, lmao. DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY OR PETER AND HAPPY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

“What is going on here?!”

Peter yelps, dropping the burning cake pan, obviously just worsening everything.

“I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you”– Happy groans –“what did you do this time?”

“I-I’m sorry! I just… I was trying to bake a cake thanks to this Youtube video but I think I messed up the ingredients and I didn’t realize it was burning until–”

“A cake? What for?”

“For Mr. Stark’s birthday!”

Happy’s glare softens a little.

“I just wanted to do this one thing for him, after… after everything he did for me. But I screwed up. I just know how to screw up, huh?” Peter sniffs, but he doesn’t want to cry in front of Happy. “I’m really sorry. I’ll- I’ll clean this up. Just promise me you won’t tell him? I don’t want him to know.” I don’t want him to get mad at me for messing up his things again.

Peter decides to grab the broom which is somewhere in the kitchen, but Happy stops him.

“Kid,” he sighs. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

“I-It’s okay. I guess I’m just not good at baking.”

Happy looks around the kitchen, the ingredients still on the counter, the dirty dishes flooding the sink, the smell of burnt chocolate…

“... We’ll fix this,” he reassures.

“Huh?”

“I’ll help you clean this. And… we can try again.”

“Try what again?”

Happy rolls his eyes. “The cake.”

“Wait… you’re gonna help me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Why?”

“Because you have a big heart, kid. You want to do this for Tony, and I appreciate it. So, I want to help you.”

Peter blushes, still not used to Happy complimenting him.

“Um… o-okay.”

“Just follow my lead. You’ll do fine.”

“Okay.”

Happy grabs an apron. Funnily enough, it’s written “Cake Boss” in it. Peter has never seen anyone wearing that before.

Peter just wanted to bake a chocolate cake. Tony seems like the person who enjoys it, and Happy confirms it. Thankfully, there are still enough ingredients, so they won’t have to buy more. Happy mostly tells Peter to hand the ingredients, such as flour, sugar, eggs and butter. The man manually mixes them with an eggbeater. He does it with so much ease, without letting anything slip out of the bowl. Meanwhile, Peter preheats the oven the way Happy told him.

When he’s done, he watches Happy.

“Since when do you bake?” Peter wonders.

Happy just shrugs.

“Have you ever baked Mr. Stark anything?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while, though. His birthday cakes are always ordered. But I’m sure he’s going to love this more than any other fancy cake he’s had.”

Peter hums, a bit uncertain.

“Sometimes I feel like… nothing I do will be enough to thank him.”

Happy stops stirring.

“Peter, you don’t have to owe him that. Just you being here already makes him so happy.”

“I just wish I could at least bake.”

“You’re learning. And even if it’s not for you, I’m sure you’re good at other things.”

“Yeah…”

“You like building things, right?”

“I guess.”

“Maybe you could build Tony something.”

“... I actually did that as another gift.”

“Yeah?”

“Not telling you what it is.”

Happy smirks. “Sure. Again, Tony is going to love everything you give him.”

Peter might feel some more confidence.

They actually divide the cake into two. It’ll take about 20 minutes for them to be ready. Peter washes the dishes while Happy dries them. They have plenty of time left. It’s not yet night and Tony might return at 8 PM.

The smell of chocolate is nice. It might remind Peter of his childhood. Uncle Ben knew how to bake. It was fun when he, Peter and Aunt May baked together and played around with the baking mix.

Then, Happy takes off the cakes and leaves them to cool. After that, he tells Peter it’s time for the buttercream. Peter offers himself to chop the chocolate, but Happy does that instead. After heating it in the microwave, Happy now instructs Peter to handle the buttercream, by gradually adding the other ingredients. Peter mixes it repeatedly. He doesn’t feel tired doing it but he might be doing it too fast since Happy tells him to slow down a bit.

After that, Peter does everything well. Even if it’s just the buttercream, Happy praises him.

“Yeah, you’re getting it,” he says.

Peter blushes, smiling shyly.

With it ready, they kind of sandwich the two cakes together. Part of the buttercream fills the middle, while the other is on top. Happy even drizzles it with some chocolate shards.

Wow.

It looks amazing.

“Wow, Happy… you saved the day,” Peter tells him.

Happy pats Peter’s back. “We did it together.”

It’s quite rare seeing the man living up to his name at all.

Peter takes a quick photo before Happy puts the cake in the fridge.

Indeed, like Happy said, several gifts and a big birthday cake were previously provided.

Only this time, there aren’t a lot of people. Other than Tony, Peter, and Happy, Pepper, Rhodey, and even Vision are present.

Tony looks happier than ever before.

And his eyes sparkle when Peter and Happy grab their smaller cake, singing the birthday song.

Tony makes his wish, blowing out the candles.

He looks like he’s going to cry.

“You really baked this for me?” Tony asks.

“Ah, you know, Happy is the cake boss.”

“It was Peter’s idea,” Happy ruffles Peter’s hair.

Tony cuts the first piece…

And he hands it to Peter of all people.

“What? Me?”

“Yes, you!”

Everyone cheers. Peter is red like a tomato.

He tries the cake… and unsurprisingly, it’s delicious.

They give Tony all the gifts they personally chose. Some are big, others are medium-sized…

Peter’s is inside this little box.

He already feels lesser than everyone.

That is, when Happy gazes at him and winks, encouraging him to give his gift to Tony.

Peter is the last one to approach his mentor, trembling a little.

Tony doesn’t even care about the size, he’s so excited.

He carefully unboxes it…

Everyone is taken aback by the heart-shaped, glowing blue light.

“W-Well, uh, it’s not as good as yours… and this is more decorative… but I hope it makes you feel safe the way you make me feel safe,” Peter says. “Happy birthday, Mr. Stark.”

Everyone awes. Tony is legitimately shedding tears.

He squeezes Peter in a hug.

“Kid, I love you so much,” Tony tells him. “You’re literally the best.”

Peter laughs. “I love you, too.”

He really feels… home.

And he’s so glad that Tony feels at home, too.

[bloogers-boogers]

what are ur thoughts on cartmark :D? (sincerely, rarepair girlie who fell in love with them after reading 2 of the 9 fics about them)

I had wrote the whole thing and it fucking erased I never felt this upset 😭😭😭

Okay im gonna try writing the whole thing again my god ! 💔 I was already in my feels with what I had written and poof gone to the gutter 💀

Cartmark is great! They we’re a rare pair of mine too alongside gary x cartman (i’m still trying to figure out why I shipped those two)

*I can’t believe it I’m literally crying rn wtf pls feel my pain rn fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck😭*

I can see the ship with the mixture of Kyman in it (just cause im a hoe for the ship and somehow have to get those two involved in some way jsjsjs).

I see those two pairing up against/ destroying a relationship; that relationship being Kyle’s and Rebecca.

Cartman wanted to get Kyle to break up with Rebecca while Mark joined in cause he didn’t see Kyle as the man he wanted his sister to be with.

So they plotted together, and as such they got closer. Cartman was feeling all these new things about Mark as time went on; he began wondering why his heart pounded rapidly when they began to share things unrelated to whatever they we’re plotting, every time he leaned next to him Cartman could smell the laundry detergent he’d use for his clothes.

And with Mark, I always seen him as the type of guy who’d think he’s straight as a ruler and before he knows it he’s there noticing the most smallest changes Cartman did to his appearance.

“… You cut your hair slightly from the side huh?”

And Cartman yelps in surprise, “Huh?” Cause he would never imagine someone could be capable of noticing something so small.

After more time they’ve realized they haven’t done much when if came to breaking up the pair, just having gotten to know each other better joking around, sharing certain hobbies, qualities and stuff like that. So they laugh it off awkwardly once they pointed it out.

Now actually making a plan and having it done, following it was the next step. However Rebecca barged in Mark’s room crying madly saying how Kyle had broken up with her and began cursing him out like a bitter ex already while Cartman was still in the room listening.

You’d think he’d be happy as he had got what he wanted without doing absolutely anything. However, he felt the opposite; upset cause that meant there was no reason to hang out with Mark anymore.

They both went silent, knowing this was finally the “end” as they walked outside because it was getting late and Cartman needed to get back home.

Mark stopped him grabbing his hand gently, Cartman flinched in surprised by the gesture, stunned by Mark’s brown big beautiful eyes aswell. His cheeks bloom a tint of red and that’s where Mark realized how stunning Eric looked under the dark starry sky. He was left in almost in awe before snapping back to reality.

He straightened his posture and cleared his throat, “this was quite a splendid machination we got done.”

Eric smiled somewhat relieved and cocky, shaking his head in disbelief, “stop your blabbing smart guy.” He let go, and Mark was already missing the warmth of Eric’s hand.

This is were things began turning interesting!

After a long night, Cartman did his usual and went to the bus stop the next morning and waited for the rest of his friends to arrive.

Surprisingly he had got there first, and 35 minutes in he was starting to wonder why any of his friends hadn’t arrived yet that’s when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“There’s no school today, fatass, I’m surprised to see you here.”

Cartman turned around and looked at Kyle, breathing heavily as he was taken by surprise, not that he was scared of course!

“Though I’m not surprised either,” Kyle crossed his arms looking at him with boredom.

Cartman arched a brow confused, gripping on to his backpack, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Kyle shrugged before letting his shoulders loose, and his arms to the side, “I don’t know, you been spending a lot of time with Cotswolds lately you probably missed our message saying there was no school today.”

Cartman stared at Kyle silently, “is that’s why you’re here..?”

Kyle frowned before kicking some snow, “no, I’m just here cause I was passing by, im gonna go see Ike in like two hours he has a baseball game today so- I figured I’ll just get something from the store and… shit-” he grunted by the nonsense he was spitting, rubbing his face with frustration, “that’s none of your business fatass!”

Cartman frowned, “I didn’t tell you to blabber all your life to me, jew!” Then his eyes widen when he realized what Kyle said, “wait… how did you know I was hanging out with Mark?”

Kyle cheeks reddened, he scoffed, “it’s not like you we’re being secretive about it.”

Cartman’s cheeks redden with embarrassment as if was exposed and caught in some naughty act. Cartman immediately changed the subject and pinned the attention on Kyle, “heard you broke up with Rebecca.”

Kyle was about to speak, Cartman notice he was, but Kyle close his mouth tightly shut before storming off.

Cartman was left a little confused but headed home.

Mark on the other sides was gutted, he laid in his room floor thinking endlessly of Eric and the new found feelings he was experiencing. And somehow grief knowing it was all onesided as he knew Eric was in love with the ginger boy across his street.

He cursed internally cause he now found another reason to dislike that boy, but couldn’t even pin entirely the blame either.

He sighed wanting desperately to be open about his feelings but he couldn’t even do that cause his father would never approve of it.

So in school he conformed himself with watching Eric from the sidelines oblivious to Cartman’s side glances.

Cartman was feeling sick to his stomach every time he felt Mark’s gaze on him, the boy thought he was being slick with it but Eric notice right away when he first started staring at him, and even that was cute and dorky.

And in a blink of an eye he was found kissing Kyle in the janitor’s closet however the burning feelings he had for him weren’t as passionate as they we’re before and he didn’t know why it felt different. It wasn’t as he imagined it being, he thought he’d be the most happiest boy alive having his long time crush making out with, initiating it too! He should be rabid of excitement!

But he’s not… and his mind wondered to Mark, and the time they spent together doing absolutely nothing but fooling around and sharing shit they thought funny.

He sighed pushing Kyle away slightly, the redhead stared at him; his eyes saddened in realization, “you like him don’t you..”

:33333 and that’s all I got for now bby🫵

[the-poets-might-disagree]

well I've never written fanfic before, but the pic on the left made me think of a short story, so I wrote my first one (or something like that), if anyone happens to like it, I'll be more than happy ☺️ if not, well, I've had fun with it 😂

"They're almost here!" I shout as I see a text popping up on my screen, toothbrush in my hand, hurrying to get ready. I check the clock quickly, it's 1:10 in the afternoon.

"They're almost here!" I shout as I see a text popping up on my screen, toothbrush in my hand, hurrying to get ready. I check the clock quickly, it's 1:10 in the afternoon.

"Huh?" he asks, while the water's running in the shower.

"G says they're here in twenty!" I shout a bit louder this time, while he steps out of the shower and wraps a tower around his waist.

"That's okay, you just get dressed and I'll take care of the rest" he smiles at me while running his fingers through his wet curls.

I finish washing my teeth while watching him in the mirror as he goes into the bedroom, opens the cabinet and grabs a brown shirt with straps on it, puts on his shorts then leaves the room.

As I catch myself smiling, I shake my head and take a minute to calm my nerves. This is all so crazy. We've been only going out for a couple of months, catching each other here and there whenever possible, but now that he has spent the last few days in town I haven't left his place at all, which he hasn't even settled into yet. There are still a couple of boxes everywhere but he leaves in two days again so he invited his friends over to check the place out this afternoon. We have spent the whole morning in bed, only to realize it was time to get ready.

I put on a little sunscreen, mascara and lip balm then go into the room to try and find a dress in my mess of a bag- I clearly wasn't prepared for staying over this long.

"Yellow or blue?" I look at him showing up both options while he grabs a couple glasses in the kitchen.

"I like the blue one" he says with a smirk and I instantly know he thinks about undressing me two nights ago when we got back from a Rufus Du Sol concert.

"Blue one it is" I smile as I tie my hair and double check if the dress is still good to wear for a second time. I join him in the kitchen.

"Music?" I ask while he's putting some snacks in bowls.

"Yes, please!" he grabs his phone, opens spotify, then slides the phone across the counter for me while turning on the bluetooth speaker. (No wonder the back of his phone is broken - I think to myself.)

I'm not really comfortable yet playing my own favorites so I just browse through the songs he recently played and put a Dylan song on.

"They're here" he says and I can see the widest smile appearing on his face while we watch as a car pulls up front. He walks to the door to open it, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. He told me how important his old friendships are for him so I know it's a big deal I'm meeting them, not counting that one time we ran into Giullian at an event in New York for a couple minutes the other night.

- - - - -

"Who wants another beer?" I ask as I get up to go into the kitchen. A couple hours have passed, while we were just laughing, listening to music and the guys sharing old stories. I slide the terrace door and walk to the fridge, and only when I turn to grab the bottle opener I realize he followed me back and is standing behind me.

"Are you having fun?" he asks with that smirk that I can't get enough of. His face is blushed, clearly tipsy. He steps one step closer, our faces almost touching.

"Yes, you?" I check, trying not to overanalyze if his friends like me or not.

He grabs my face with both hands, kisses me with his eyes closed, and nods twice. He seems so calm, so happy, and I'm glad I get to see this side of him.

We return to the poolside, I hand the beers out, and while he sits down I realize what a beautiful sunny afternoon it still is and how lovely he looks enjoying and soaking it all in.

"Guys, look here!" I tell them as I snap a pic, just making sure I'll never forget this moment. His smile says it all. ♥️

[hyperionshipping]

Confessions

A/N: Ohohhoheheh. Back to my roots. Wrote this out on tumblr and not docs. Silly little thing and.... maybe me committing to something. Or not. Totally not. Gotcha!

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"Is it really that gay to think and want a dream about a co-worker? Just like, one dream. Everyone thinks it." Elias looks up from his paperwork, eyes flicking to Angela. Her lips curl in what must be a knowing smile, but Elias looks back down to the papers, frowning to himself as he moves two to a new pile. "And, anyway. I'm so... unfulfilled." he laughed at his own choice of words.

"Sweetie, do you hear yourself?"

"No wonder Cam needed these sorted... this is from 2005." he mumbled. "What, Ange?"

"I know you heard me," she crossed her arms. "Come on, who is this mystery man?"

Elias sucked in a breath, exhaling through his teeth. "No one here," he lied, stretching in his seat. "Well, no one here here. It's someone who runs the museum."

"Do you hear yourself?" she repeated. "You didn't even try with that."

"I am not telling you!" Elias looked at her, shaking his head for emphasis.

"Is it Booth?" There's playfulness in Angela's voice. She knows it not. She would know. But watching Elias's face was fun for her.

"BOOTH!?" Elias yelled, blinking at her. "Booth? Really? Him? No! No way!"

Angela was giggling. "Well, you're awfully defensive."

"No! It is not Booth! Plus he has a crush on someone else." Elias immediately regretted the words, backing up to correct himself, saying that he himself did not have a crush.

"Now you gotta say." Angela sat down, looking at Elias. "This is getting hotter by the minute!"

"Oh my god don't say it like that!" Elias felt his cheeks start to burn from embarrassment. "This is-- you're harassing me. I'll report this."

"I'll stop if you tell me who."

"Angela, please!"

"I can keep guessing, sweetie. There aren't that many eligible bachlors," she looked at Elias once more, eyeing him. "And even less that I think are you're type."

"Wh-huh? You can't tell "my type" from looking at me!" Angela quirked a brow, and Elias sunk back into his seat a little. "Okay. Maybe you can."

"So, should I start listing my guesses or--"

"Hodgins," Elias muttered sinking further into the chair. He hoped Angela would drop it now. He felt like he was caught in the middle of a great big lie.

"Who?" Angela laughed. "I didn't hear you."

"Hodgins..." Elias still mumbled, wishing he could disappear in that moment. "It's Hodgins. I've..." he trailed off, not wanting to talk more.

"Hodgins?" Angela practically yelled it, and Elias tried to shush her. "I knew it! How long?" Elias shook his head, refusing to answer her.

As if Elias's day could get any worse, Hodgins himself walked in, a file in his hands.

"Oh you're kidding me," Elias hissed.

"How long?" Hodgins asked, looking to Angela. "I heard my name. I mean, it took a minute to get these for you Angela, I didn't think it was that long."

"Oh, that wasn't about you. Well, it was," Angela had a smile on her face Elias hated and he was glaring at her. Hodgins looked to Elias who immediately tried to look like he wasn't about to murder Angela.

"Right." Hodgins exhaled, going to explain something Dr. Brennan had found on the latest victim, handing Angela the file. "Is there something I'm missing?"

Elias jumped to talk. "Angela was telling me about a really dumb thing and I said it reminded me of you. And we were joking how long it'd take you to do something similar."

Hodgins gave Elias a confused look, and looked to Angela who, was trying hard to not laugh. She mouthed to Hodgins they'd talk later as Elias shot her a glance swiping his finger over his neck.

Hodgins left the room, with more questions on his mind.

"You cannot tell him!" Elias cried out. "Angela, please. Please. I don't wanna ruin anything."

"He'll find out eventually, Elias. I've seen you staring."

"Okay! Lying! But that's later. Please, Angela. Hodgins is a good friend. I don't wanna ruin anything with him." Elias looked at her, eyes pleading with her. "If I lost my friendship with him because he didn't feel the same, or, it made him feel weird, anything like that I wouldn't know what to do."

"Alright, fine. Okay. I won't tell him. But he's gonna learn on his own sweetie. You don't hide it that well."

"I just... I can't tell him now Ange. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I need to go digitize these..." she flipped the file open quickly. "Oh! It's a bit of a tattoo. This'll be fun. Bye, bye, Elias."

"Bye." Elias inhaled deeply, and once Angela left, he yelled into his hands. He was so utterly fucked.

[shamelessrabbithole]

'Why is it appealing to watch someone's life so closely?'

💎 here to answer you anon.

Overall answer I guess is I don't know. But that's not really the answer you're looking for anon. So if I really think about it.

I guess when something is left up for interpretation, it becomes really interesting especially if youre interested in that someone or something. The guy down the street doesn't interest me. I'm not interested in him. But a crush interests me and I might look him up all over Instagram which I think is very common for people lol. Or you suddenly become really interested in a topic like how people become interested in a criminals upbringing in that one crime show you watched. You wonder why certain events happened. Just to give an example of things people will go down a rabbit hole for. But you never get an exact answer so some is left up for interpretation. Which is interesting. It attracts your interest.

Cameron Monaghan is interesting to me. Noel Fisher is interesting to me. Even JAW sometimes too. Steve Howey is not. But let's just talk about Cam.

It all started with his character. And how him and Noel were able to create that love on screen. Which is interesting because they're both straight . And you try heavy to see if they are awkward with one another on screen but they're really good. And so you're left to interpret what Behind the scenes are like. So then you follow Cam on IG to follow the cast and see he does other stuff which is interesting because what is he like in his other works then? Or how is he in REAL life then. But then you find he never posts his family. Nor really anything personal. So then you are left wondering who they are. Because is he famous from nepotism, on his own. only to find out no one knows about his father. Hmmm?? Anyway, then you see him date a few girls over the years but hes still very publicly likes other models photos. Which is interesting because... is his gf okay with that? Is he a fuck boy and I just missed it? What do others say about him? BUT no one really says anything about him?? Huh... he's public AND private. And WAIT. Did he just take two different girls to Joshua tree one month apart???

Okay so like. You see the rabbit hole ^^ I just wrote down? It just kept building. And it let me interpret so much. And left me with many questions and THAT is interesting. I have a life outside of his life lol . Following up with Cam doesn't take hours necessarily. Just a few minutes of my day MAYBE. So not a hobby. And I've said this before. I bet if I knew him, I really wouldn't care about his life as much because I would have answers that are probably not anything crazy. Also I think that many people that have parasocial relationships with celebs aren't really thinking about them as people. But as character that live as a specific version in their head.

Hi 💎 thanks for your response. If this is the kind of answer the previous anon had been looking for, then I’m glad you were able to provide it for them.

[alheria]

Fresh wind on a hot day (3/9)

*Hey, it's Buck! I really wanted to wait a day or two before texting, but turns out I can't stop thinking about you. U free on Sunday? I almost suggested a hike, lol. Not with that ankle, huh? Next time then! How does chilling on the beach sound? 🥰*

Jim couldn't stop reading the message over and over again, every time feeling fucking butterflies wreak havoc in his poor stomach.

Buck asked him on a date.

Not even five hours after they parted their ways.

Took him nearly twenty minutes to respond, overthinking every single word he wrote to make sure it didn't somehow sound stupid. Which totally made him feel like a teenager interacting with their first crush. So what? It was reasonably overwhelming that he managed to impress someone so much, they wanted to see him again on their next day off. And the fact that person happened to be a handsome, likeable Alpha firefighter only added more stress to the raging anxiety fire.

Street couldn't even remember the last time he was on an actual date. Perhaps it was the awful one last year. Tan was bothering him for ages to meet with some gay cousin of his good friend, so to once and for all make him shut up, he agreed. It was a horrible mistake. That Alpha dude, who was apparently a very respectable neurosurgeon, clearly wanted to own a what he called "a rare object" in a form of a jacked, intimidating Omega working a manly job. This statement, voiced barely fifteen minutes after they met, left the officer utterly speechless. He was baffled by how confident in his deep arrogance that man must have been to say such offensive bullshit with absolute nonchalance. Just...wow. Tan was obviously fired from any further matchmaking, and all Jim's following encounters were purely physical because he had no mental strength left to deal with some people's stupidity. He really hoped the upcoming one won't be another disappointment, which was an odd thing to suspect since they already spent a significant amount of quality time together. Still, Street was nervous. 

The next three days of doing absolutely nothing productive, because he was on that stupid medical leave, were a constant struggle as Jim couldn't fully focus on anything, too distracted by his Sunday plans. It was not clear what the exact idea was until Saturday evening, so various speculations filled his forced freedom. Not a single was correct, but at least the daydreaming killed the time.

Beer and sunset was what Buck suggested. How convenient, those were Street's two favourite things. Unfortunately, it also meant the firefighter wouldn't come to pick him up before the afternoon, which equalled lots of silly anxiety amplified by Luca being at work, thus not providing much-needed distraction. Fucking hell.

To muffle the ruckus in his head, the officer had to turn for help to the ultimate brain-numbing activity: watching reality TV. It's something Chris made him do on their days off before she moved in with Amelia and even after, the habit stayed, doing wonders to his noisy brain. So, hopefully dressed adequately for the occasion, he sat on the couch and fully immersed himself in a silly show until someone loudly knocked on the door, startling him terribly.

Fuck.

He lost track of time.

Nervously shaking only a teeny-tiny bit, Jim opened the door and almost whined when his stomach did a flip. No way that guy looked better than last time. How is that even possible?! Why is he so damn hot?!

-Hi there. Ready? -Buck asked softly, a wide smile instantly brightening his handsome face. 

Nope. Not at all. Can we cancel and forget we ever met?

-Yeah. -Street lied, quickly going back to grab his almost forgotten phone. -You alright Buck? You look tired. -observed upon returning, without thinking cupping the younger man's cheek and gently rubbing it as he examined the darkness prominent under the blue eyes. 

-Might get better in a sec! -informed the firefighter, pulling the Omega into a long hug, with nose pressed to his neck, deeply inhaling the comforting scent. Jim could clearly feel when the tense muscles slowly started to relax in the tight embrace. -I had the longest shift ever yesterday, can't wait to forget all about it. People can be really stupid sometimes. -explained vaguely once they parted.

-Tell me about it. -Jim rolled his eyes, turning away to lock the door. -Most of the people I get to "meet" are not only stupid, but also armed. Idiots and guns do not mix well. -he sighed, shaking his head in disapproval. -Let's go?

The whole drive to the beach, they talked about everything and nothing, mostly work related anecdotes interrupted by Buck's shockingly bad singing. It felt so natural to be around him, like if they met years ago, not a few days. There was no tension, no awkwardness, just pure comfort between them. Even on arrival, as they walked towards their destination and the Alpha casually held his hand, it didn't feel weird at all. Which was actually strange, since the officer was not used to the romantic part of intimacy, never experienced anything "relationship like", so this whole situation should be throwing him off. But it somehow wasn't.

They sat down on a blanket thrown over the sand, cracked open the cold beers and in complete silence enjoyed the beautiful view of an orange orb vibrantly glowing from behind the pinkish clouds, hanging over the horizon, nearly touching the line of calm water splashing lazily near them. The wind was a little chilly at this hour, although nicely refreshing, ruffling their hair with its slow gushes as their shoulders met, exchanging pleasant warmth. Watching that breathtaking sunset next to the most incredible person he's ever met was truly a dream come true. A dream that seemed too good to be reality. 

-Buck, why are you single? -Street blurted out of the blue, unable to contain curiosity any longer. He had to know what is wrong with that seemingly incredible man before they moved any further with this relation. 

-Ugly truth? -the firefighter chuckled after taking in a fairly deep breath. Street only nodded in response. -Well...for the past few years I've been hopelessly in love with my best friend and work partner Eddie. Ever since we met, and he introduced me to his amazing kid, Chris, I desperately wanted to be a part of this beautiful family, have those two incredible boys all to myself. Even if it meant giving up on my dream of having kids on my own. Eddie is a Beta, y'know? He had a wife, but she died last year. Anyway, for the longest time I've been hiding those feelings to not ruin our friendship, until one day I started noticing we've gotten closer than any friends should be. Around five months ago, I finally stopped lying to myself and everyone in our team, for whom it was obvious there is something between us. I told him how I truly feel, and he said that despite having feelings for me, he's not ready to start another serious relationship just yet. That's why I am single, Jim. I was too busy waiting for Eddie to change his mind. To let me love him. 

And, oh.

Jim could feel his heavy heart drop all the way to the ground.

And then Buck grabbed his fucking hand and squeezed it so tenderly it almost made him cry like a fucking baby because suddenly it started to feel like he chose him over the possible love of his life and all the chaotic thoughts of being a temporary replacement or a rebound or whatever else instantaneously vanished.

-I'm done waiting. -the Alpha smiled, fondly looking at the cop with those bright, blue eyes, and Street just melted. -Few weeks before we me met, I decided it's enough. My patience has officially run out, and I am more than ready to move on. -he assured, probably sensing or even seeing the Omega's already fading distress. -What about you? Why are you single, Jim?

Oh Lord. Why didn't he think beforehand that this question might absolutely shoot right back at him? Dammit.

Ugly truth, huh?

Very ugly indeed.

-I...almost killed someone once. -he whispered after gathering the much-needed courage, his jaw impossibly tense as he stared at the darkened waves. -It was back at the police academy. Everyone except me in my class was either a Beta or an Alpha, so they were giving me a pretty hard time, trying to force me to quit because apparently Omegas have no place in the force. I was changing by my locker one day when out of nowhere that one especially obsessed with harassing me fucker showed up behind my back, said "Maybe I should make you my obedient little bitch." and bit my neck. Hard. I fucking lost it. Next thing I remember is him lying on the ground, blood all over my hands, his face beaten into a pulp. They told me he developed a severe brain bleed, couldn't become a cop afterwards. And I couldn't trust any Alpha anymore, in fear they will try to forcefully make me "normal", an obedient little bitch. -revealed, quickly wiping a single tear rolling down his cheek. -If I am not interested in Betas and wary of Alphas, who do I date, huh? -Jim laughed nervously, not daring to gaze at the other man out of  unnecessary embarrassment. He's never told that story to anyone but Chris. She was furious.

-Damn, and I thought, I'm a hot mess. -Buck whistled, swiftly pulling the cop into his arms. -Guess we both are. -sighed, resting his cheek on the top of the other man's head.

-Not quite. I'm definitely hotter. -joked the officer, shifting himself to look at that pretty, slightly concerned face.  

-I'll give you that one. -chuckled the firefighter, capturing Street's lips in a quick kiss. -Fuck, Jim, you make me wanna keep you.

-You like damaged goods? -the Omega snorted in response, entangling his fingers into those soft blond strands.

-Duh! -Buck exclaimed. -No one should pretend they're perfect. It's really cool that you're not afraid to share your truth. -added with a wide smile, making Jim feel dizzy from all the affection he's been receiving. There is nothing more pleasantly overwhelming than being held by your crush while they tell you they wish to be with you. Nothing.

-Keep me then. -he offered. -I enjoy you Buck, a lot, actually. Even though we barely know each-other, around you I finally feel truly respected and...safe. It's not like I'm one hundred percent sure we would work, but I'd love to at least try. You don't have to respond... -tried to explain, but got promptly interrupted by a rather possessive kiss. -...right now.

-Are you for real?! -shouted the younger man, gazing at the officer in pure disbelief, his watery eyes sparkling with raw happiness.

-Do you seriously want me to repeat those most cringeworthy words I've ever said? -Street frowned, trying very hard not to blush after realizing what he's just shamelessly confessed. Buck laughed in response before leaning down to kiss his boyfriend one more time, stopping for a second to whisper:

-I'll take it as a yes.

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They stayed on the beach until it got dark and too cold for sitting there in thin hoodies, the chill crawling under their skins despite being in close contact. Driven by the desire to go somewhere warmer, the two of them literally stormed through the apartment door, like some horny teenagers unable to stop touching even for a moment all the way back there.

Plastered to the wall, Street could barely breathe as their tongues mixed, unbelievably hungry and equally needy as their lower parts. Already hard in his pants, he hopelessly thrust into Buck's matching erection, causing him to growl and suddenly break the kiss.

-Carry me upstairs? -Jim immediately requested, wrapping his muscular arms around the taller man's neck, gently brushing the silky hair.

-Didn't you say you would let me do it only that one time? -chuckled the Alpha, firmly grabbing onto the sturdy hips while gazing into those foggy, starving eyes looking at him expectantly as they stood there pressed together, their dicks desperate to get some heavenly friction.

-Well, in my defense, I didn't plan on seeing you more than once. -revealed the cop blushing subtly. He certainly didn't predict they would meet ever again, let alone start dating, and was pretty sure it was a mutual feeling. Because who could've possibly predicted them instantly clicking? No one.

-Ouch! -Buck whined dramatically before obediently slipping his large palms under the beefy thighs and effortlessly picking his boyfriend up. -Are you aware you're not the lightest person in the world?

-Aren't you firefighters supposed to be like...super strong? -teased the Omega, tightening the legs around his lover to put pressure on their aroused cocks while the younger man hurried them to the bedroom. -You're gonna save on gym with me.

-I have free gym at work! -the firefighter giggled, carefully putting Jim back on the floor. -I do like that you are so ripped tho. It's really fucking hot. -added, unexpectedly pushing the officer onto the bed that creaked dangerously under his weight.

-Did I perhaps hit a nerve? -Street hummed after quickly recovering from the initial shock of being violently shoved. Buck only snorted in response and swiftly took off his white hoodie, soon joined by the bottoms on the ground. Gloriously naked, he then climbed over his fully dressed boyfriend and instead of helping him get rid of the itching material, focused on marking the round jaw with kisses. The cop whimpered in annoyance, desperately needing complete skin to skin contact, not merely a hint. His hands erratically wandered along the uncovered spine, gently caressed the warm flesh as his lover made him squirm, bruising the extremely sensitive neck. But still, it was simply not enough. So, he grabbed a fistful of golden hair and yanked them. Not too hard to cause any pain, but enough to grab attention.

-Buck, sweetheart, if you don't start fucking me anytime soon, I'll probably lose my mind. -he groaned, looking right into the visibly darkened, slightly surprised blue eyes that instantly widened upon hearing Jim's complaint. 

-On it. -assured the Alpha, and as promised began to undress him, starting with the hoodie. Once it was gone, Street shivered from the rapid change in temperature, the colder air unpleasantly licked the burning skin. Seeing the tremble, the firefighter started kissing his chest, tender pecks one by one led a trail all the way to the strained pants he easily pulled down, revealing the soaked underwear hiding the prominent erection. Jim was so hard it was physically uncomfortable. A loud moan escaped him when the suffocating penis finally got some air. Even louder one when Buck confidently licked it from the very bottom up to the leaking tip. The moment it disappeared in its entirety inside the velvety mouth was so intense, everything instantly went dark. He could only feel the utter ecstasy and hear himself produce the most shameful, erotic sounds forced out by his dick being skillfully sucked. There was no doubt he would not last long. The orgasm was approaching quickly, fueled by two fingers entering him in preparation for the main event. When they spread open, that did it, came on the spot, pressing deep into Buck's throat.

-Sorry. You okay, baby? -Street asked, seeing the younger man cough once he pulled away, his eyes visibly watery. -C'mere. -he ordered, extending an arm towards his boyfriend, who eagerly lied down on the heavily breathing chest, inhaling the familiar scent until the fact he was yet to release started bothering the recovering officer. -I'm pretty sure I mentioned something about fucking me. -he whispered suggestively, laying a gentle kiss on the sweaty forehead, more than ready to resume the fun.

That's all Buck needed to hear. Joining their lips, he pushed himself up and shifted to comfortably fit between Jim's spread legs. Without them parting, the Alpha lined his coming back to life penis with the loosened opening and effortlessly slid right in, completely filling the incredibly hot, twitching insides.

-Fuck, you feel so good. -he huffed, withdrawing a little before thrusting back in, his moves shallow to avoid falling out of the immensely wet hole. The Omega could feel his cock harden again as the other man began the unrushed rhythm and leaned down to bury his nose in the fragrant neck, nibbling on the skin from time to time. It was ecstatic, having such a sensitive body part played with, marked subtly by someone he truly cared for. He wrapped his arms around Buck and lightly grazed the arching spine while the firefighter's penis rubbed the throbbing prostate. Their mixed groans and moans started to slowly increase, but neither of them was interested in ending it fast. The new couple wanted to enjoy themselves. So, in tight embrace they leisurely followed the blissful release's path until the friction became unbearable, overwhelmed all the senses and forced the powerful orgasms out.

Later on, they curled up together, aching terribly, however insanely happy. Street had a hard time dozing off, tormented by disbelief in what has happened over the past few days. He met a guy in the weirdest situation possible, randomly saw him at the bar on the same day, slept with him, and then, after barely one date, became his fucking boyfriend. How crazy was that?! And even though it surely sounded insane, Jim didn't care in the slightest, being reverently held by a man who made him laugh was all that mattered, and he couldn't wait to get to properly know him.

The first "new" thing he learned was that he did not like waking up alone in someone else's house. Still half asleep, he rolled over, reached for his phone and with a good yawn checked the time. 9:17. Now it made sense - Buck's shift started over an hour ago. He couldn't believe he slept through him getting ready for work, and that he was even allowed to do so. Maybe they were together now, however, it was quite odd to let someone you barely know stay in your home without supervision. At least that's what Street thought. Not really keen on doing anything after having quite a night, it took him another forty minutes to get himself out of the comfortable, pleasantly smelling bed into the shower and then downstairs for a coffee. To his surprise, on the kitchen island, a single key lied next to a vibrantly pink note neatly folded in half with his name written on it, containing the cutest, most heart-warming message he's ever received:

Dearest boyfriend ♡

Work :(

Stay as long as you want!

Close the door pls

Jim couldn't stop a fond, intrusive smile from growing as he kept looking at the piece of paper.

That man's adorable sincerity surely will be the death of him.