#I spent an hour on a phone call with gf about how I felt ripped off while nervously laughing as I am an adult but I feel so stunned

[pixie-skull]

homemade meme, number 11, as WTFF! What the Flying Fridge! I finished this game and feel disappointment that this game studio rushed KNOWING there would be a third movie.

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Getting Back with Jax Teller Headcannons

*gif not mine*

Ohhhh man

Ohhh boy

Ohhhh jeez

When Jax looked up, a crow eater planted firmly on his lap, her lips stretched in a wide grin against his, and he saw you across the room

Homeboy knew he fucked up

He stood up, dropping the crow eater on her ass

He expected you to run out

He was already prepped to chase you

But instead, you swallowed down your drink, dropped the glass on the bar, and walked over to him, face calm

But as you got closer, and Jax tried to tell you that she just jumped him, it meant nothing--

--he saw your eyes

And he knew he was doomed

“Don’t bother coming to get your shit,” you told him, “It’s all getting fed to the fire tonight.”

And then you walked off

He was so stunned, he didn’t even chase you

Instead, he retired to his dorm with a handle of bourbon and quietly panicked for the rest of the night

In the morning, hung over and nervous, he made Juice drive him to your place

The first thing he noticed was the fire pit in the middle of the driveway, and when he got closer to inspect it...

...Yup--that was his shit amongst the soot and ashes.

Great.

When he knocked on your door, your best friend answered--

--and verbally ripped him a new one

“I knew you were no good for her,” she’d concluded, “but she said you loved her, and she loved you, so I kept my mouth shut, but now,” she leaned in, sneering over at him, “I get to say ‘I told you so’.” She leaned back, her eyes full of hatred. “Fuck off, biker boy.”

So he did

For now.

But he came back, after a nap, a shower, and a meal forced upon him from Gemma

You were outside, dragging a garbage bag to the end of your driveway, and Jax had a feeling his non-flammable shit was in that bag

He hopped off of his bike, taking a breath

“Baby, I can explain--”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, one hand on your hip. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I don’t want you anymore, Jax. And clearly you don’t want me; we’re over.”

“No,” he felt his heart constrict in his chest, and he took another breath, trying to calm himself, “That’s not true. Last night was--baby, it was a mistake! I was drunk, and high, and--”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said, walking past him, dragging the bag with you, “I’m not Tara or Wendy or your mom, okay? You fuck up with me once; that’s it. You don’t get to just bat your eyes and get forgiven.”

“Well what do I need to do, then?” He asked, heart pounding. “Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes

“No, I’m serious,” he went on, reaching out to you

You stepped back, avoiding his touch, and Jax nearly fell to his knees at the action

Shit shit shit

“Please,” he said, dropping his hand, “Baby, please. I need you. I know you’re not Tara or Wendy or any fucking crow eater-- I love you. I’m in love with you, and I need you.” He say your eyes soften, and he kept talking, hoping his words could thaw you. “I’ll do anything to prove that what happened last night will never happen again--I swear.”

Sighing, you dropped the bag

“I can’t have you out here disrespecting me,” you said, “I can’t be afraid to turn my back on you because I don’t trust you--”

“--But you can,” he swore, “You can trust me, Y/N, I promise you can.”

You sighed again

You loved Jax, you did, but you couldn’t tolerate his shitty treatment of you

“I’m not one of your guys,” you went on, “Just because you have that patch and that gavel, doesn’t mean everything you say or do is law.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I know. Just... Please, let me make this up to you. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, and Jax knew you were considering it

Finally, you spoke:

“Fine. But I need you to fuck off. I need some space from you, at least for a few days.”

He nodded, ready to agree to anything

“I’m serious, Jax. I don’t want to see you, or Juice, or Chibs, or Gemma until I’m ready.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

“And I need you to send me my things,” you went on

Jax deflated at that--giving you your stuff back, the clothes, makeup, books and other shit you’d left at his place or his dorm--seemed really final

“We’re not getting back together just because you said so,” you told him, “So as of now, we’re still not together. But if you listen, and want to try to get back to where we were... I’ll let you.”

Jax swallowed. He could do that.

He would do that

Hell, he’d do anything for the slim chance to be with you again

It hadn’t even been a full day since you’d dumped him, and he was already desperate for you

So he agreed

Per your instructions, he mailed you all of your things

He also didn’t see you or speak to you for five long days

(It was hard, but keeping Gemma from getting her claws into you was even harder. But he manged it)

On day six, you asked him if he knew anyone who could fix your water heater

Jax was at your place with a tool kit and Happy within the hour

“Anything you need,” Jax told you, “Just call me. I’ll always be here for you, darlin’“

So you did--and Jax kept his word

When you needed something fixed around the house, Jax was there

When you were hungry at work, he would bring you lunch

If he was on a run or busy with club stuff, he’d send one of the guys or a prospect in his stead

He checked in on you throughout the day, asking if you needed anything and listening when you complained about your coworkers

A month into this, you kissed him on the cheek when he showed up at your job with a bouquet of flowers just because

Jax could have passed out, he was so happy

The real test came a few weeks later, when you asked him if he’d go to your best friend’s house to rid her of a pest

When Jax got there, he was surprised to see that the pest was her ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend

Apparently she was involved in some kind of love triangle

It took everything in him not to rub her drama in her face, but he didn’t

Instead, he got rid of the gf and actually sat down with your friend and told her she deserved better than to be some asshole’s side chick

She cried into his shoulder

When he got on his bike to leave, she stopped him

She only had one thing to say, but it meant the world to Jax

“I was wrong about you”

That night, you let Jax back into your bed, and he spent the entire night showing you how much he loved and missed you

He told you, too

And though you didn’t say “I love you” back, he knew you did--

--he could feel it

You didn’t let him stay the night, though

You handed him his jeans with a smile

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” you said

Jax spent most of the next day checking his phone, hoping to see your name flash across the screen

All the guys knew he was waiting for you call

So they couldn’t help but fuck with him

Opie stole his phone and hid it for a good 30 minutes, which resulted in them wrestling in the middle of the bar until Gemma hit them both over the head with her purse

Juice--on orders from Clay--blocked the cell service at the club house for 15 minutes, and the guys took a shot every time Jax cursed in anger at the situation

They were drunk for the rest of the afternoon

Bobby, Chibs, Hap, and Opie all pretended to get calls from you, making Jax so frustrated, he almost pulled his hair out of his hair

But then you called--for real

And everything in Jax’s world felt right

“I was thinking,” you said, your voice sweet and warm in his ear, “I don’t think I’m ready to get back together with you yet...”

His heart sank

“...but maybe we can go on a date?”

And so Jax started courting you all over again

Dates

Gifts

Sex that ended in you gently kicking him out

It was frustrating, but he was determined to win you back

Plus it was kind of nice starting over with you

Jax felt like he learned new things about you--and himself--through the process

And then, one day, when the two of you ran into one of your coworkers at a restaurant, you introduced him as 

“Jax, my boyfriend”

And that night, you let him spend the night with you

In the morning, Jax woke you up with kisses, crawling over you and covering your body with his

And he knew, as you wrapped your arms around him and whispered “I love you” back to him

--that he would never do anything to lose you again

And as time went on...

...he didn’t

Lessons, it seemed, were learned. 

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[sarcastically-defensive17]

Hey, so I really like your work so I have a request 👀 maybe you could write Luke and reader being best friends but both having deeper feelings, they're roommates but they fight over Luke's gf bc he says that she needs to move out bc his girlfriend wants to move in and she doesn't like reader so she ends up leaving and running with Crystal but she asks to not tell anyone (except Mike for obvious reasons) that she's there and Luke is really worried but he and reader end up together, pretty please

I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! Sorry if I didn’t do it justice, but I hope you like it!

Also I’m so sorry that the layout went weird! I posted it from my computer and now it looks odd on the phone!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Love? Love. - L. Hemmings

"If she gets those fake blonde extensions wrapped around my straightener one more time, Lucas, I will rip them out myself."

He simply sighed, focusing more of his attention on his phone rather than his best friend.

Y/N and Luke has been best friends since they were 17. They kindled their friendship on the very last day of year 12, such as she did with Calum and Michael.

Since that day, as they sat in the barren English Room and discussed everything and anything that came to mind, her and Luke had been inseparable.

She was the Bucky to his Steve, the Yang to his Yin, the regular sized human to his giant stature.

Well, until Suzanna stepped into the picture.

She is 5"7, coated in fake tan that was applied by somebody with the vision of Stevie Wonder and fake blonde extensions that accentuate how beautiful she would be, if she toned down the Geordie Shore look.

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if her personality would be able to shine brightly through the thick foundation, if she had one, that is.

"Thank you for pretending to listen to me, I appreciate it so much," she rolled her eyes.

For the past few weeks the air in the house had been incredibly tense.

"Y/N?" He asked, his voice hesitant. "Can I talk to you about something?"

She couldn't stop her eyes from lighting up. This was the calmest her and luke had been with each other in almost a week, and she would take any chance to talk to him in a civilized manner.

To be honest, the idea of talking to him did nothing to quell the overflowing feelings she had for the man.

"Is that even a question? You can always talk to me, Lu," she sat opposite to him on the lounge, pulling her legs up underneath her.

He was nervous. That was obvious in the way he raked his fingers through his blonde curls. Suzanna constantly hounded at him to cut his hair but Y/N knew how much he loved his hair.

She couldn't deny that she adored the ringlets that decorated his soft locks.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a little bit," he rung his hands together, spinning rings on his fingers. "I, um, I'm gonna need you to move out."

He mumbled the last few words, sighing softly when she asked him to repeat it. It's safe to say, she was at a loss of words.

"You - you want me to move out? Why?" Her eyebrow was cocked, and she tilted her head to the side slightly.

Luke couldn't help but admire how much she resembled a puppy dog. He always found her to be a mix of adorable and purely beautiful. Which is part of the reason he forced himself to say yes when Suzanna asked to take a larger step in their relationship.

He had spent so much time fighting his feelings for Y/N. Suzanna helped, but he still needed to force himself to deny his feelings in favour of the smaller ones he had for his girlfriend.

He was cruel, he knew it.

"Suzanna and I were talking, and we’re ready to move in together. And she couldn't move in here because of-"

"Because of what? Because I can't stand the woman that has cheated on you multiple times?" Y/N was angry, that much she knew. She couldn't believe the audacity. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Well I would love nothing more than for my girlfriend and my best friend to get along but you make it so difficult for Suzanna to get to know you," he snapped pinching the bridge of his nose between his long fingers.

"I gave her a chance before she slept with one of your mates, Luke. As far as I'm concerned, you should have gotten rid of her months ago when she did it a second time."

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" His eyes were narrowed and the blue orbs held the same lack of patience she had seen a lot over the past week.

She opened her mouth to retort but couldn't find the words to say. Truthfully, she was shattered when Luke told her about his relationship, but she decided to be the bigger person and let go of the idea that Luke could be hers. Their friendship has lasted too long for that to be a possibility.

Luke's comment set her off.

"Oh so I am meant to happy for you, with the Geordie Barbie who fucks another guy regularly, but you couldn't be happy for me with Daniel?"

"Daniel was an asshole!"

"And so is Suzanna!"

They were both on their feet now, staring each other down with a ferocity they hadn't seen since an argument in their teenage years.

Sure, Daniel was a bit of an asshole, but Luke knew he was in the wrong for hating the man so fiercely. The moment he had finally worked up the nerve to ask Y/N on a date - a real date - Daniel swept in and the two were together for almost a year until he started getting more controlling.

The last straw was when Daniel flipped because of the close relationship Y/N and Luke shared and Luke threw a punch at him.

"You're jealous," Luke scoffed, his blue eyes aimed anywhere but at her for he knew his anger was unwarranted but he couldn't bare to face the truth about his relationship.

"Excuse me?" She cocked a brow again and he had to glance away quickly as his eyes fell on her for a second.

"You are jealous that I can keep somebody around and you haven't been able to keep anybody around for almost a year." His brows were pinched tight together and he squared his shoulders.

It was easy for Y/N to notice the slight hunch in his posture, a symbol that he was immediately guilt stricken by his words.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that I can't settle for somebody who doesn't deserve me," she barked out a sarcastic laugh, slamming her hand on the bench to grab her keys.

Luke opened his mouth to retort, but she fixed him with a glare so angry that he physically recoiled.

She slipped her vans on at the door, grabbing her bag off of the hook where she organized all of her daily belongings. She was meticulous and Luke had always admired how neat she was compared to his disorganized chaos.

"You wanted me gone? I'm going. Don't bother contacting me til you wake up to yourself," she stomped towards the door, pausing as she pulled the wood open. "I'll have my stuff gone by the end of the week. Tell Barbie to keep my straightener. God knows she fucked it anyways."

The door slammed behind her and the entire house instantly felt as if the warmth was gone.

She went straight to Crystal's house. The woman was packing for the impending move to a new house; one which her and Michael would share.

"So he wants you to move out so that thing can move in?" Her voice was laced with disgust.

All of them despise Suzanna. The woman had hurt Luke more times than they could count, she blatantly ignores or insults both Y/N and Crystal for fear of any sort of threat in her relationship, yet she regularly cheats on him.

Go figure.

Y/N made a noise of agreement around her glass of wine. The minute she had stepped in the door Crystal had phoned Micheal and ordered a Girls Night, to which Y/N profusely demanded that she would make it up to the couple whose date night she disturbed.

"He better hope I don't get my hands on him, Y/N."

"It's not worth it Crys," she sighed, swirling the contents of her glass in a circle. "I've been basically invisible in that house since the Barbie started coming around."

Crystal pulled the girl into a hug. Not many knew of her hidden feelings for Luke, but Crystal figured it out after a week of knowing the pair.

"I'll cut her extensions and glue them to Luke's eyebrows."

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Exactly a month had passed. Y/N had ordered Crystal and Michael to not speak a word of where she was because she didn't want to see Luke. Instead, she found a small apartment to live in, while she gathered her wits to find a better place.

She knew it was petty, but she didn't have the care to feel guilty.

Luke on the other hand, was going insane and harbored so much regret surrounding his decision that he couldn't bare to think straight.

Moving in with Suzanna did nothing to make the home feel less empty. Y/N had made sure to collect the rest of her things while Luke was out.

She knew his schedule inside and out and used it to her advantage.

Luke wanted nothing more than to see her face. To hear her voice. The time apart made him realize just how deep his feelings went. The same feelings he had spent many years attempting to bury.

Now his only fear was that he would never get the chance to tell the woman how much he needs her in his life.

That, and how he would manage to get rid of the woman who he had caught sneaking out of their house at all hours of the night.

He didn't know what to expect when he entered his house to hear pornographic moans echoing from the bedroom.

He didn't feel angry. He didn't feel sad. He didn't even feel betrayed.

In fact, he couldn't contain his laughter. After all, catching her in the act of cheating on him simply opened the window for him to break up with her without the guilt.

He simply walked towards their bedroom door, which was ajar, and entered with no hesitation.

He was met with the sight of a bare assed male and a moaning Suzanna.

"I'm breaking up with you," he had a wide smile on his face, already planning his next actions with severe determination. He pulled his long curls into a small bun at the back of his head, “Please get out by tomorrow?"

He didn't leave room for her to argue, instead choosing to snatch his keys off of the bench and exit the house while Suzanna called him from behind.

The minute his backside hit the seat of his Jeep, he had the key turned in the ignition and he was dialing Crystal's phone number.

If anybody knew how to get in contact with Y/N, it would be the woman she had the closest bond to.

"What do you want, Luke?"

"Is Y/N at your house?" He asked quickly.

He was met with silence for a moment. He knew that Crystal knew where she was, but he also knew Crystal would most likely be reluctant.

"Why should I tell you? Want to go kick her out of her own house again?" He heard the malice in her voice.

It was obvious that after a month the pain would still linger. He deserved to be spoken to in such a way.

He knew he had a lot to make up for.

A deep sigh sounded through the receiver, and Crystal took another moment to reply.

"She is going to kill me for this, but I swear, you better be taking your breadstick ass over to apologise or I will kill you myself," she recited the address for an apartment not far from where Crystal and Michael now lived, and hung the phone up without another word.

He arrived at the apartment block soon after, and rushed up the stairs - not having the patience to wait for the elevator.

Number 304 shone brightly in his vision, and his heart tugged at the thought of seeing Y/N again.

He knocked with such urgency that caused the girl inside to jump out of her seat.

The door swung open and before she could close it in his face a converse covered foot was wedged between the door and the frame.

He cringed at the pain but refused to move it.

"What do you want?" Her voice was hard, and his stomach lurched at the sound. Even if she was mad, she still sounded more melodic that he ever could.

He chose to jump straight to the point, not wanting to leave room for her to reject him before he could confess.

"I have been in love with you since a few months after we met. I realised it when we were at your house, and you were doting over your baby cousin," His eyes were basically smiling, as he retrieved the fond memory. "Since that moment, I have done my best to push down how I feel about you, but I am sick of hiding it. I just broke up with Suzanna. I walked in on her with another guy, but I can't do this without you. I can't go back to that house for another minute without you there."

She was at a loss for words. He spoke so fast that it took a moment to piece his sentences together, and when she did, she couldn't help the confused look that coated her features.

"You- what?"

"I broke up with Suzanna," he had a wide smile on his face that she couldn't comprehend.

"Finally?"

"Yes. And, I have been in love with you since we were 18."

"Are you sure?" She cocked her head again.

The action made his stomach erupt in butterflies. He truly adored how she could look so cute through a simple gesture.

Y/N was genuinely confused. She knew how she felt about Luke. The month apart from him hadn't done anything to stop those feelings.

She truly had feelings stronger for him than she had for any of her past relationships. If she were to think about it, she would even say that she loved him.

"How could I not be sure?" He pinched his brows together in confusion. He grabbed both of her hands in his, leading her into the house and to the lounge where they both slumped down.

She stammered, "Where did this even come from? How?-"

He moved his hands to the side of her face, framing her confused expression.

She didn't know how to feel. For so long, Y/N had longed for Luke to notice her in such a way, and now that he is admitting that he has felt the same way about her that she had about him for so long, she was truly at a loss of words.

His eyes were full of pent up emotion. He didn't necessarily look sad, but he looked the most apologetic she had ever seen him, and she had been there through many emotions with the man,"Y/N, I'm sorry. Not just for what happened last month, but for everything I have done. I'm sorry I couldn't work up the courage to confess to you so many years ago, I'm sorry I let my jealousy ruin your relationship with Daniel, I am sorry I wasted time with other girls just to try and deny how much I truly adore you, and I am sorry that I ever thought I would be happy choosing anybody over you. I can't stand to live without you, and even if you have zero feelings for me in the same way I feel for you, would you please come back-"

She pulled his hands from her face and put her own on his before crushing her lips against his in an urgent moment of passion.

The contact was full of so much emotion, and it was the most loving kiss she had experienced from any of those who she had kissed.

It was intimate, but not rushed. Simply lips against lips; no pushing to move it deeper.

They pulled back after an unknown time, and she bumped her nose against his.

"I can't tell you how long I have wanted to do that for," she told him, feeling most of her anger melt away along with her confusion.

Instead, they both felt a love that they hadn't felt before.

"Come back, please?" He was ready to beg. Hell, he was ready to not go back to that house until she was ready to go with him.

"My name's still on the lease, you can bet your thick ass I'm coming back. But if I see one blonde hair extension, I will go on the warpath," she smirked at him, staring at his plump lips.

"I'll make sure it's spotless for your return," Luke beamed at her, feeling his nerves both escape his body and ignite at her touch.

"Good. Now get back over here and kiss me some more."

[ill-skillsgard]

Henry’s Birthday Weekend - Friday Night - His Mistress

Warning: 18+ sex toy play/mentions of cheating/marital conflict/mature language & themes. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: Hi! What started as a fun little idea has turned into something much longer than expected (surprise, surprise). I feel like Henry’s birthday deserves to span an entire weekend and be full of unexpected surprises and sexiness. So here it is... Friday Night.

Read more Henry x Mistress imagines here > Masterpost

You fiddled with the shoulder straps of the bra, making sure they didn’t cut into your skin. The oxblood lace didn’t cover much, but that was the point. The garter belt around your waist matched the red of the bra, although you wouldn’t see the finished product until you clipped the garter straps to a pair of stockings. Those were waiting behind the purchase counter.

Satisfied with the set you chose, you slid the lock from the door and peered out with a smile in hopes Henry was paying attention. He looked up from his phone and gasped like you had strutted out nude.

“Babe! I told you, I don’t want to see it yet!” Henry covered his eyes with his free hand.

“Okay, okay,” you withdrew into the change room, locking the door behind you. “I think this is the one.”

“Great. We’ll pack it up and take it home.”

Henry held your hand with his right and the bag from the lingerie shop in his left as he escorted you to his car. He opened the door for you, waited until you sat down, shut the door and circled to place your purchase in the trunk. Before sticking the key in the ignition, he reached between his legs under the seat and pulled out a small box wrapped in pink paper.

You instantly glared at him.

“Henry! It’s your birthday, not mine!” You berated.

He smirked and passed you the box. “It’s a gift for me.”

“Then why are you passing it over?”

“Well, because... It’s also a gift for you. But mostly for me.”

When you woke up that morning, you got the feeling Henry’s version of a birthday celebration would have a lot to do with giving you gifts. The lingerie was one thing. He could justify that it was for him, but the pink box confused you. Until you ripped open the crepe paper wrapping, you glowered at the item in your hand. Then you turned over the box, and it all made sense.

Henry’s smirk developed into a beam he couldn’t reel back. He adjusted in his seat, slicked back his hair and played with the knot of his tie as a distraction.

“Wow. This is—okay, I can see how this is sort of a gift for you.” You held up the box and giggled.

It was a palm-sized vibrator in cotton candy blue with a flat side and an insightful diagram on the back of the package. Henry pulled out his cell phone and waggled it.

“I can control it with my phone.”

“I see that,” you sang.

“You’ll wear it for dinner. Along with the set and those heels I bought you last week?”

His uncertain tone propped your eyebrow. “Oh, I will, will I?”

His large hand slid up your knee and ruched up the fabric of your pencil skirt to squeeze your thigh. “Yes, you will.”

All ambiguity in his voice melted away, and the expression left on his face was one of sternness. When Henry bucked up, straightened his tie and asserted himself, he passed well for threatening. It reminded you of the way he carried himself at work and how his subordinates took him as seriously as a bomb set to explode. It was his birthday, after all.

“Yes, sir,” you agreed.

“Good girl.”

Out of nowhere, Henry decided it best to drop you off at home to get ready for the night. Before he left, he instructed you again to wash up like he meant to eat off your skin, wear your new lingerie set under your outfit and stash the vibrator between your legs. Then, after a long kiss goodbye, he gave you a wink and left you to stew in the excitement.

You laid out the night’s outfit, showered, shaved, and prepared for an evening of secret naughtiness, humming as you went. The vibrator rested in its package on the foot of your seldom-used bed. It called out for inspection as you towelled off from your shower. You plucked it from the packing foam and caressed the smooth finish with your thumb.

There was a button on the vibrator and a small, oval-shaped magnet to help lock it into place. Before you touched the raised nub to turn it on, your work phone rang. It skittered across your vanity table with each vibration until you picked it up, scowling at the screen as though it had slapped you.

Mary Deaver calling

Whenever Henry ignored work calls or forwarded them away, it redirected them to your work phone. It was standard practice, and you were used to receiving client calls during odd hours, but Mary’s name gave you a dreadful empty-gutted sensation. For a moment, you considered ignoring the call, but that would be unprofessional. You had to keep a cool head and answer the call just like you would for any other person.

“Good afternoon, Henry Deaver’s office.”

Mary chuckled from the other end. “It’s funny how he has you answering the phone as though you’re in the office.”

“I beg your pardon, Ms. Deaver?”

“Oh, so you know who I am?”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek. “Mm-hmm. Caller display, ma’am.”

“Henry isn’t in the office. Where is he?” She asked.

You glanced over at your bed, covered with gifts from Mary’s soon-to-be ex-husband. It filled the hollowness in your gut with a warm trickle of satisfaction that rose and rose until your chest was alight with amusement.

“Usually, I’d be able to answer that question for you, ma’am, but today is Henry’s birthday, and he’s out of the office.”

“I know it’s his birthday, you twit. I’m his wife.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m sorry, Ms. Deaver, but Henry has taken the day off. I think I heard him mention golfing.”

“It’s Missus Deaver. And I’ve called his buddies. He’s nowhere to be found.”

“I’m sorry, Mary. I’m under strict instructions not to bug Mr. Deaver today.”

Her scoff grated your eardrum. You held the phone from your face, glaring at it as though spit had come flying through the earpiece.

“I want his girlfriend’s number.”

“Mary—”

“Give it to me. I know he has one, so don’t play dumb. He told me.”

You sighed, mock-patience dragging out your breath until she stopped talking. “I can’t give you any information about my boss’s personal life. Please, Mary, I’m just trying to do my job.”

“I don’t want to get angry, girl, but you’re not making it easy. Can’t you see what he’s doing? He’s cheating on me, and everyone is allowing it to happen! They’re all patting him on the back and running circles for him. Would you think a fellow woman would recognize this and come to my defence? No!”

All you needed was another repeat of Mary’s hailstorm of insults, and the thin strand holding you back from screaming would snap. You listened as she droned on about women helping women, but she was pandering to the wrongest ear possible.

“Mary,” you cut her off. “You’re separated. You’re both locked in a divorce settlement. I can’t treat you like his wife when I know that’s not true.”

The line went quiet. Then, a bubbling of laughter popped against your face. “You know... I was going to make it easy for him, but not anymore.”

“Miss—”

The line hacked off, and you stood in the middle of your bedroom, staring at the black screen of your phone. With a heavy sigh, you opened a new message to Henry and told him about the call you had received. He replied within seconds.

She’s called me twenty times. I think I should just answer. She probably wants to wish me a happy birthday.

The last thing Mary said to you before hanging up fastened on the edge of your lips. Did you want to ruin Henry’s entire day by relaying her cryptic threat? On any other day, you would have told him the unabridged truth, but not on his birthday. Not after the wonderful morning and before the evening’s promises took flight.

She was angry as hell and asked for your GF’s phone number.

Awkward.

Very much so. I gotta say, Henry... I’ll be thrilled when she gets it through her head that you’re no longer husband and wife.

Why? What did she say?

She just demands information on you. I told her you said not to let anybody bother you and that you MIGHT be golfing.

That’s good. And I know, baby. I’m sorry. All I can do is work through this as fast as I can.

I know.

After the call, you didn’t feel sexy and titillated as you had after your shower. But you couldn’t let it cut holes in the night’s plans. You had to suck it up, breathe deeply, and remind yourself that divorce proceedings were a long and stressful process, and you had jumped aboard of your own free will. You signed up for this.

When Henry pulled up to collect you, the incident was long from your mind. You’d taken a couple of hours to reset, dress and figure out the most comfortable spot to hide the vibrator in your panties. At first, the toy felt too foreign for comfort, like a pad that had no business lining your underwear. But the longer you spent with it pressed against your most sensitive spot, and the more you thought about how much fun Henry would have teasing you, the more you disregarded its existence.

Until you got in Henry’s car, and he pulled up the phone application, you forgot about the object stowed away in your undergarments.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Making sure it works before we head out,” Henry replied.

He pressed a button, and a fine buzz tickled to life. You clenched your legs together, eyes round and wide as Henry giggled and asked, “is it working?”

“Yep,” you peeped. “She workin’.”

Dark amusement moulded a leer so devastating on his face, and you wanted to forget the dinner and go back to the condo to have sex instead. Henry couldn’t stifle his entertainment.

“Okay, I’ll turn it off,” he said, and then nudged the cursor up, increasing the intensity.

“Henry!”

“How’s that feel, baby? You like that?”

“Stop, stop, stop, stop.” You clutched the edges of your seat.

Henry relinquished, turning the toy off and pocketing his phone. “Oh, my God. This will be so fun.”

Your boyfriend had been correct. The night was full of teasing and low whispers detailing what he wanted to do to you after he got you back home. At the dinner table, you sat with your fingers gliding up and down the stem of a wine glass, awaiting the buzz to startle you.

After the waiter took your menus away, Henry casually reached into his pocket and set his phone in his lap where he could navigate in secret. The vibrator hummed to life, and you flinched, causing the wine in your glasses to tip back and forth. The rumble between your legs heightened, then dissipated, only to peak again and again and again. Up and down, low to high, back and forth until you shot him a playful, accusatory look.

“I can’t believe I... I agreed to this. Um. Oh... Oh, Christ. Henry.”

He anchored his cheek to his propped fist, his other hand under the table playing with the app. To on-lookers, it would appear Henry was staring lovingly into your eyes from across the table which was normal behaviour for him, but his trigger thumb was happily teasing you from afar.

“How about we keep it on low for a while? You think you can handle that?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you breathed out.

As promised, Henry lowered the strength to the first level. Yet, even that setting shook your core with devilish waves.

You lifted the wineglass to your lips and calmly took a sip, though you were anything but calm. The sensation dug into you, culling forth wetness that absorbed into the gusset of your new panties. It was time to start playing back.

“Wow, I don’t think anything has ever made me this wet before. Honestly, I feel like I’m sitting in a puddle.”

Henry masked his intrigue with a snort and a long sip of wine. “Is that so?”

“I’m not kidding, Henry. It’s like the Falls down there. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do anything with you after if you... If you—”

That same darkness from before overrode his face, a rare expression that unsettled your emotions. Henry leaned over the table to stroke the back of your palm. “Who said you have a choice?”

You flashed your teeth. Henry was playing a rather lewd game by firing off a warning shot. Tonight was about what he wanted, and not what you doled him. It’s what he wanted for his birthday; to be the big, bad man with the power. But there was no way you could resist rocking the boat.

“Henry, please. The sommelier is coming right this way. You have to—”

“Let him come,” Henry shrugged.

He reclined—a cool, calculated smile on his face, pupils dilated.

The tinkle of piano keys mixed with the low murmur of guests was enough to muffle the sound of the vibrator, but only just. If you pressed down on the chair, the toy would hum louder and garner attention. You had to clench your thighs to stifle the noise. Henry knew you struggled and took his time discussing the night’s wine choice with the sommelier. The man was enthusiastic about Henry’s assessment and played favourites with your table.

Talk of cherry notes, oak and nuts were a poor distraction. You cared not for the history of the region the grapes yielded from nor the casual brushing from one topic to another, unrelated one. The man had to leave, and Henry wouldn’t allow it.

The purring between your legs felt more like a hiss after long. Pressure built up in your groin, and you were unsure if you had to pee or if you were on the brink of a powerful orgasm. Whatever the sensation, you pushed your chair out, nodding at the two men.

“Excuse me. I have to use the washroom.”

Henry’s mouth snapped shut as he watched you leave your seat and walk toward the restrooms. When you were out of sight, you let your expression slacken. By the time you entered the lady’s room, the vibration had stopped. You halted, waited for a second and scoffed when the toy stirred again.

You waited a minute in the restroom, washed your hands and picked the lint off your outfit as you composed yourself.

In your rush to return to your roguish boyfriend, you pushed open the door and clipped a man’s shoulder. He recoiled in the hall, whipping you an offended scowl before his eyes took you in. You recognized the man, but couldn’t place him in your memory. You forgot about the toy going haywire in your underwear and went pale.

“Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?” The man asked.

A prickle of alcohol from his mouth tainted your airways, and you realized the man you’d hit with the door was one of Henry’s colleagues. A man named Frank, whom you hoped you would never have to see again.

“Yeah, I do know you! You’re from the hotel.”

“Um, no. I don’t—I don’t work there.”

“But you did!” Frank exclaimed. “I couldn’t forget your face.”

“Oh. Well, thanks.”

“What’s a little server girl from the Southside doing up in my neighbourhood?”

You backed away, shrugging, and chuckling your nerves down. “Just on a date. Sorry, I should go.”

Then you turned and shot off to your table. Henry spotted the worried look on your face and waited for you to sit down before asking questions.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Mm-hmm, yep. Oh, except that Frank guy you work with is here, and he saw me in the hall.”

Henry’s chin wrinkled, the faint dimple glimmering as he drew in his eyebrows. “Frank? Frank, who?”

“I don’t know. Could you please stop the thing now?”

It was too late. Frank spotted Henry from across the dining room. “Henry goddamn Deaver, is that you?”

Frank’s voice carried over the music, earning several queer looks and murmurs. You tapped the table frantically with your finger as the man lumbered forward into the eye of the dining room.

“Henry, please. Henry. Now. Turn it off. Please,” you hissed.

He fidgeted with his phone, turning up the strength by accident in his haste. You made a face like swallowing a shot of lemon juice. The rumble gyrated and continued to do so until the very moment Frank bumped into your table. It ceased, and you let out a frustrated breath, covering your face with one hand to mask your identity.

“Hang on just one hot minute now. Southside, you’re not on a date! You’re trying to shake me like last time. And Deaver! What the hell are you doing out this late? Isn’t it past your bedtime? Won’t Mary wring your neck?”

Then it was Henry’s turn to hide his face. “Frank, would you lower your voice? The whole restaurant is looking this way.”

Frank’s brow knit together while he tried to fit the pieces together. He stared at you, then at Henry, then back at you. The lopsided grin between his red cheeks flattened.

“What’s going on, Deaver?”

“I’m having dinner. It’s my birthday.”

Frank thumbed at you. “This your side-piece?”

You, mortified, let Henry handle the reigns of the conversation. Without a comment, you downed your wine in one large gulp in hopes the alcohol might wash away your embarrassment.

“No. This is my whole piece. I’d introduce you, but you’ve already met.”

“No shit, you’re banging the cutie from the coffee shop now? What about Mary?”

Henry’s cheeks, already pink from wine, then turned red. “We’re divorced.”

“What!”

More eyes locked on your table as you sank into your chair and wondered if it would be rude to fill your wine glass up to the brim. Henry turned his pursed lips out, rubbed four fingers across his forehead and sighed. “Frank, good Lord, can’t you be quieter? Do you have a megaphone stuck in your throat?”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me, Deaver? I swear we just saw each other, and you were happily shackled.”

“This,” Henry remarked. “This is why I didn’t tell you. Because I don’t need attention and public humiliation.”

“Frank!” A woman’s voice, equally voluminous as Frank’s cut through the tension.

Frank’s face drooped, all zeal rushing away. The woman beckoning him motioned him along with an impatient wave of her hand. It was his wife, you presumed, and she had her coat on.

“Fuck me, Deaver. You got life sorted, don’tcha? Hot little girly-friend, no more ring. When the hell are we getting together to celebrate?”

“I’ll have my assistant call you,” Henry said.

Frank waved his club-like hand, missing your face by a bare inch. You recoiled in your seat and blinked a few times to showcase your concern.

“Bullshit, Deaver. I’ve heard that one before. Come on. We gotta get together and go to the titty-bar or something. You’re single now!”

Your boyfriend opened his mouth, but no words tumbled out. Instead, he chuckled while shaking his head and motioned at you.

“Frank, I just told you I’m not single.”

The large man swung his eyes at you. He scanned you up and down, smirked and tapped the table with one hairy knuckle. “You’d let this old boy go with his friend to the rippers, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

You stared at Henry now, daggering him with sarcasm and a fake smile. “Oh, yeah! Henry can go to the strip club with you, Frank. I’m sure he’d love that.”

Henry covered his face with both hands. “I’ll call you Frank, but it looks like your wife wants to leave.”

“I’ll be waiting for that call, Deaver. And if you don’t... The phone goes both ways. I won’t let up until you say yes!”

“Okay, Frank. Have a good night.”

Frank placed his mit on your shoulder and squeezed you. “And you too, honey. I hope to see you again very soon.”

There were too many things you wanted to say at once. Henry fiddled with his apologies but came up speechless. He spread out his hands in a tabletop version of a shrug, snickering to himself at the absurdity of what had just happened. You wanted to be angry, but your mouth quirked, and soon, you were laughing.

“Want me to pen you in a date with Frank? I’m not well-versed on what adult entertainment establishments exist around here, but I can do a little research, and—”

“Please, stop. That was so, SO embarrassing.”

“Yeah? Try having a vibrator on your junk going ballistic while bumping into that hurricane of a man!”

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” Henry muttered.

“What wasn’t a good idea?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I—hold on.”

Henry fished his phone from his pocket. Was Frank already calling him? He squinted at the screen and scrolled his thumb up twice before clicking something.

“What is it?” You inquired.

The vibrator whirred to life. Your back snapped straight as a blissful smile poured over Henry’s face. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth. The edge of the table made a good spot to hold on to while he played with the settings on his cell phone.

“No, I take it back. This was the best idea I’ve ever had.”

[kkpopdroptop]

date night

you're juno's gf living in the states while he's off in south korea focusing on music and doing SMTM6

"Hey Juno!" Woodie excitedly hopped to his teammate, clapping a hand over his shoulder as they walked past the exit. "So guess what happened! I finally convinced Wonjae to get a drink with us tonight! You ready to go?"

Juno shrugged, "Go on without me, I can't tonight."

"What!" Woodie pouted, stopping in his tracks. "B-but, convincing Wonjae to get drinks with us took me forever!"

"Get drinks with Killa, Mezz or Hash, they'd be down for it." Juno suggested. Woodie stomped his foot on the ground and asked for a good reason to skip on drinks.  "Ok fine, I can't come because I got a very special date with a very special lady."

"You have a date?" His friend yelled, making Juno nod in response. Woodie's expression suddenly turned excited, "A date! A date with with a real, live person?"

Another nod. Wait, should he be offended?

"Why didn't you just say so!" He began shooing Juno away from the studio, pushing him in the direction he was walking. "Go ahead, don't let me be in the way of true love!"

Juno laughed at the sudden mood change and chuckled to himself as your name popped up on his phone.

(y/n) ❤️: I'll be home in 30, be prepared for date night;)

You spritzed on your favorite perfume, smoothing out the silk of your dress and flouncing your hair a bit before running your fingers through it. You spent an hour doing our hair and makeup and now all you wanted to do was sleep now that you were done, but more importantly, there was someone waiting for you.

juno ❤️: ready whenever you are

The screen of the laptop lit up, your fingers immediately clicking on the Skype app and calling your one and only. After a couple rings, you were greeted by the handsome face of your boyfriend, "Hey Baby."

"Hey there Handsome." You smiled through the camera, your boyfriend's face coming through the screen clear as day. He looked just as handsome in a clean and crisp black button up with his hair slicked back and his face freshly shaved. You missed the smell of his aftershave, of his cologne, of his everything back in California.

But you were both sure that your long distance relationship would work out, that you weren't going to be another broken up couple with millions of miles between them.

"How's my girl doing?" He smiled, his pearly whites shining in the camera. You told him about your day at work, nothing out of the ordinary or exciting at all, so you asked him the same back. "Tired, but now that I get to see you, I'm not anymore."

You smiled as you took a bite of the pasta you made for yourself, trying to carefully not smudge your lipstick as Juno ate his meal too. You got up to get some more wine for yourself as you heard a low whistle.

"Damn, my baby be lookin' sexy just for me." Juno took in the sight of you in that silk dress, drooling over every single curve and line of you. He bit his lip and looked down for a moment, unsuccessfully trying to hide his grin.

You twirled around in your dress, the motion making the slit in the side of your left leg flaring up as you spun. You couldn't help the bashful smile on your lips as you noticed your boyfriend getting flustered.

He fixed his hair back with a happy smile as you eventually sat back down in front of your webcam, "God I just want to be with you right now and rip that dress—"

"Juno." You cut him off with a scandalized shake of your head. You felt your cheeks blush slightly as he winked at you again. Before he could insert another remark about ripping your very expensive dress off, you changed the subject, "How was Show Me the Money today?"

"Good, we had rehearsals and team bonding over food. We're filming the main battles tomorrow, so we have the rest of the day to relax and prepare. Woodie wanted me to get drinks with him and Wonjae, but I told him I had a date with a very special someone."

"You should have invited them over! I really want to meet them someday."

"Hell no, inviting them to date night? This is our thing, Baby." He grumbled. "And I already see them for eight plus hours of filming and rehearsal in between for the show."

"Not date night, but another time. I wanna meet your teammates and your friends and everyone." You picked at the last of your pasta after you finished your sentence, knowing what you just implied.

"I'll introduce you when you visit over here."

You stayed quiet for a moment before speaking up again, "That's not going to be for awhile and you know that, Juno." He always talked of you visiting him in South Korea, but you didn't want him to pay everything for your measly, small visit. You also knew your boss wouldn't let you off for two weeks, you were damn good at your job and she wasn't going to let her best worker off for more than three days.

"I told you, I'll pay for your airfare and everything and you can stay with me for a week or two till you go back! Baby, please."

You shook your head, "I told you, my boss needs me at work." Silence filled the space as you drank the last of your wine. Neither of you were looking at each other, until you spoke up again, "I miss you, and I know it sucks right now and I can't visit you, but soon, we'll be together again." You hoped for him to look up, and he did just that.

"I know."

"I'm sorry." You felt guilty for dampening the mood, for not being able to visit him, for putting him through all this. You felt your eyes water. Were you a bad girlfriend?

"Hey hey hey," he said softly, catching your attention. "You're not a bad girlfriend, don't be sorry about anything. We'll be together soon anyways."

You let out a small smile, hope and love blossoming in you chest again, "Soon."

"Soon." He nodded, staring back into the camera with the same love right back. "Love you."

"I love you too." You leaned forward, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you just stared at him on your screen. The wine might have made you a little bit buzzed, but you were still in control of your mind and everything. You noticed Juno look down at his ringing phone, a small laugh escaping his lips before he shook his head. "What happened?"

"Woodie drunk texted me," he started, one drunk text appearing on his screen after another.

Woodie!! Gochild!!: 

juNOOOOFLOOOOO, MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOEL WIFE WORLFFFFFF [9:23PM]

JUSR KIDDSING, YOU'RE BASICALLY MY HYUNGGGG [9:24PM]

YO'RE SO HANDSONE HYUNGGG,

SOORRY IM INTERRRUPTIG YORU DATE NIIGH WIT YOR GIFRLFRIEND, SHE'A A LUCKT LADY ;)))))) [9:25PM]

ALso wonjaae And hashie and killlaagamz arent here, AND I don'TTT AVE A RIDE HOMEEEEEE,,  hep pleseee [9:25PM]

Juno let out a long sigh at the words of the last text, "Baby, I am so sorry." He started typing out a response to his friend, already cursing him out in his head in all the languages he knew. "But I think Woodie needs a ride home and all the guys ditched him."

"It's okay." You hiccupped. "I promise, it's alright." You emphasized, but even your boyfriend could easily tell that you were sad about ending your date early. "Make sure Woodie gets home safe."

"But Baby—"

"Hey don't feel bad for cutting off our date, Woodie's more important right now." You could sense his apprehension and the guilt in his eyes. "Even if we were out in Seoul at some fancy restaurant for date night and Woodie—or any one of your friends—called for a ride because they were too drunk to drive, I would end our date and make you drive to wherever they were to take them home."

Juno looked up at you on the screen silently, a small smile coming on his lips, "What? Their well-being matters to me too, they're your friends."

He shoved on his jacket as he continued to stare at you in amazement, a look of awe in his eyes. "Why are you such an amazing girlfriend?" He picked up his laptop and brought it over to his kitchen counter, trying to continue the call for as long as he could.

"Because I have an amazing and loving boyfriend." You confidently flipped your hair back and smirked. "Now go take care of your friends."

"Yes Ma'am." He saluted to you, you heard the jingle of his keys in his hands. "I promise to call you after I take him home."

"Good night, Mr. Westside." You teased with your nickname for him, even putting your fingers in the W-formation. "I love you."

"Love you too, Mrs. Westside." He said right back, a cheesy smile on his face.

"Bye." You added, the same cheesy grin on your lips as you clicked the red 'end call' button. The screen went black on your end, the Skype mainpage highlighting the most recent call with your boyfriend till you minimized that page and found yourself staring at your screensaver of you and him together.

Soon, you thought to yourself.

The smile on Juno's lips couldn't be erased even as he trekked all the way to his car and started for the bar Woodie was at. Thoughts of you two together filled his mind, happy memories of nights staying up late listening to his newest track, him watching you study for your classes, waking up together in the same bed and laying there for hours till your stomachs growled in unison. He loved you with all his heart and he knew you felt the same.

"Woodie! Woodie!" Juno called out, mumbling a stretch of curse words under his breath as he walked through the busy bar. He called Woodie's phone over and over till he heard the familiar ringtone at the end of the line of booths.

"Hyung!" A lone figure sat slumped in a booth, empty bottles of soju and money shoved under basket of peanuts on the table next to the ringing phone. "You're here!"

Juno helped his friend to his feet, gently draping Woodie's arm over his own shoulders, "We're going to the car, let's go home."

"Did I ruin your date? Hyung, I'm so so so sorry!" He wailed, leading to a number of spectators' eyes on them as they walked out of the bar back to the car. "I didn't mean to mess it all up for you and your date."

"You're fine, Woodie. (y/n) understands completely." He eased his friend into the passenger seat, buckling his belt and circling around to the driver's side.

"So her name's (y/n)?" Woodie sat up straighter and pursed his lips eagerly. "Tell me more about her. Do you like her? What does she look like—is she pretty? Was it love at first sight when she walked in? Are you in love with her already?" The barrage of questions came rolling through as Juno drove, each thought running in his mind becoming nothing but you.

"Yeah."

"Yeah what?"

"Yeah, I like her. Yeah, she's beautiful. Yeah, I fell for her as soon as I saw her, and yes I'm in love with her."

[sapphicscholar]

Adored your post w/head scratching as a fight ender. Could you do a short with this idea for one of your pairings/groupings? Maybe Supercorp (thought I'm not sure what they'd fight about?) Maybe Kara tells Alex it works and she tries it with Director Sanvers on one of her gfs is just like o_O wat are you doing?

Hi, dear, I posted your chapter on AO3 here!

[Refers to this post: https://sapphicscholarwrites.tumblr.com/post/165150100055/catanacomics-times-i-want-you-to-scratch-my]

A/N: Because last time T on AO3 pointed out that I should let my girlfriend’s prompts skip the line (and she admitted that this anonymous prompt was actually hers submitted while I was down in the gym)…you get this fluffy fic faster than usual bc apparently I’m whipped (and may or may not have been promised head scratches in return for a fast turnaround)

So…the promised smutty chapter is coming in just a day or two, but that one required rewatching JDT’s “Pony” dance a few times…for research, obviously for research (very professional and such)

Chapter Text

“Your feet are so cold,” Kara huffed as Alex wriggled her toes under Kara’s legs. The cold didn’t affect her, but she wouldn’t be a good little sister if she didn’t complain.

“Shh, you’re a human furnace. Just warm them up for one minute?”

“Ugh, fine,” Kara relented, stealing back the carton of ice cream from Alex in retaliation. Now that they were caught up on Homeland she could devote all of her attention to finding the brownie bites still left in the carton. “So how are the girlfriends?” she asked between mouthfuls of chewy brownie.

“Good, good. All the performance evaluations at the DEO are due next week, so Lucy’s been a little…snippy recently. But it’s fine; we know it’ll be over soon enough.”

“Oh gosh, you know what is, like, a guaranteed way to end fights with your girlfriend?”

“Wait, are you admitting that you and Lena fight?” Alex gasped. Kara always gave her such shit for how much she and Maggie and Lucy bickered. It was, for the most part, fairly good-natured, their own way of showing each other that they cared without being overly sentimental about it. But next to Kara and Lena, who seemed to play the part of the perfect, well-mannered couple…well, the contrast became a bit obvious.

“I wouldn’t call it fighting…”

“But you just did.”

“Hmm, I’m choosing to remove myself from this narrative.”

Rolling her eyes, Alex figured she might as well forge ahead: “Did you fight about kale? Did you tell her you got her a green juice and then hand her a mint chocolate chip ice cream shake again?”

“That was one time!” Kara huffed. “How was I supposed to know someone would be excited about drinking something made of kale and broccoli and cucumbers?” She shuddered at the memory of being forced to try one. Lena might have been able to get her to enjoy sweet potato fries, but the rest was a step too far.

“Yes, yes, so are you going to tell me about this miracle cure for fighting or will I only learn after three easy payments of $29.99?”

“You’re so funny,” Kara deadpanned. “But since you’re my sister…I guess I can tell you even though you’re rude.”

“You love me.”

“Despite the rudeness.”

“Definitely because of it.”

“This is why you bicker so much with your girlfriends.”

“Eh,” Alex shrugged. “We work.”

“Yes, yes, you’re all very cute together, even with the sarcastic comments and short jokes.”

“Thank you. Now tell me your magic trick.”

“Head scratches.”

“Excuse me? They’re not dogs.”

“I’m not suggesting you scratch their ears, Alex,” Kara huffed. “C’mon, remember when I was first getting used to being close to people and you would tickle my back?”

“Yeah, I’m not saying it’s not nice! I’m just saying, it’s something you do when you’re already all in a good mood together, like if you’re cuddling to watch a movie or go to bed or something.” Alex shook her head at just how far she’d come. If someone asked her a year or two ago where her life might be today, her answer would probably have involved a lot about the DEO, a few references to time spent with Kara, maybe some of Kara’s friends too. But to think that she’d have a girlfriend? That she’d have two girlfriends? That she would have learned to not simply tolerate intimacy but to crave it, even in the most banal of circumstances—a simple touch of hands while walking down the street, an arm looped around her waist while she poured her coffee, two quick kisses before they all headed out each morning for dangerous jobs—well, that would have been simply unthinkable.

“No, I get it, but trust me, it works! It was like a pause button or something. We were sitting next to each other, and she was a bit annoyed because I maybe…well, it doesn’t matter.”

“What’d you do?” Alex asked, narrowing her eyes as she tried to figure out exactly which of Kara’s guilty looks was playing about her face today. It didn’t look like the “I forgot my strength and broke something expensive look,” especially since Lena was rarely mad about things that were replaceable. It was sort of close to her “I ate the last of something delicious and feel bad because someone was mad but not bad enough to regret my choices” look, but something was…off about it.

“Um, I ripped her bra in half…for the third day in a row.”

“Ah,” Alex sighed, rolling her eyes and feeling rather lucky that the only time she’d had to repair any clothing after sex was once when Maggie had overenthusiastically ripped at a silk blouse, popping off half the buttons. “So she was mad but not that mad.”

“Oh…no, she was pretty mad. Did you know she only wears La Perla? And holy cow, Alex, have you seen how much they charge for a pair of underwear? It’s like…like, they better be made of gold or something! Or bulletproof. Or really comfortable…”

“Okay, okay, so moderately mad,” Alex conceded.

“Anyway, we were sitting next to each other on the couch, and she was venting, and I just leaned over and started running my fingers through her hair because I know she likes it. And suddenly…poof, the conversation just stopped! She sort of closed her eyes and relaxed and it was like she couldn’t even remember why she was mad.”

“And you don’t think that’s…bad for your relationship do you?”

“No, I mean, it’s not like with Mon-El, if that’s what you’re asking. Because I still remember why she was mad, and I know to be better going forward. But I didn’t have to hear the lecture, and I made her happy, so win-win!”

“Huh…I don’t know.”

“Trust me!”

—

And Alex figured it wouldn’t hurt to try Kara’s advice. After all, this was hardly a fight worth having. Lucy was just in a bad mood because several departments were late about turning in their performance reviews, so she’d been stuck at the office far too long after skipping her lunch break for a meeting, and she’d taken it out on her girlfriends, snapping at them for being distracting when she needed to work from home because there “aren’t enough hours in the day, and you two don’t have to be so loud when you make out!”

So Alex slipped in behind Lucy at her desk and apologized in a soft whisper, careful not to disturb her anymore. But while Lucy continued ranting about incompetence and no one letting her get any work done in the office or at home, Alex leaned forward and ran her fingers through Lucy’s hair, scratching lightly the way she knew Lucy liked when she curled up on the couch, her head in Alex’s lap and her hands resting on Maggie’s thighs.

“What the fuck?” Lucy asked, admittedly getting sufficiently distracted to stop muttering about how loud her girlfriends were.

“Um…is this not helping?”

“Helping what? You’re just messing up my hair.”

“Oh, I, uh, I thought it would help you relax…”

“Why would that be?”

“Ooh do mine instead!” Maggie yelled from across the apartment, bouncing slightly on their bed as she grinned at Alex. “If she doesn’t appreciate it, she shouldn’t get to enjoy your magic hands.”

“I didn’t say I don’t enjoy Alex’s hands,” Lucy huffed, “but they were a surprise.”

“Yeah, right, sorry,” Alex mumbled, quickly extracting her hands and going back over to the bedroom where Maggie had now sprawled across the bed face-down, her shirt hiked up so that Alex could tickle her back. “One sec, okay?” Alex whispered to Maggie, pulling out her phone and sending a quick text to Kara: “Your trick does NOT work!”

She was too frustrated to reply when Kara sent back: “Works like a charm whenever Lena is mad. I’m sticking by it. Maybe you did it wrong?”

—

The following Sunday, after the performance reviews had finally all been submitted and Lucy had gotten to sleep in late two days in a row, things felt like they were finally back to normal—at least close enough to normal that Alex was looking forward to having Kara and Lena over for brunch, rather than dreading how much time Lucy would lose with it.

But, of course, she should have suspected that things were going too well. And she absolutely should have recognized the mischievous glint in Lena’s eyes when she turned to look at the Danvers sisters sitting side-by-side on one side of the table. “So,” she began, a smirk playing about her lips, “I hear you two have some trick for soothing your girlfriends. Care to share with the class?”

“What’s this, Danvers?” Maggie asked, not even bothering to hide her grin.

“I don’t have any tricks,” Alex huffed. “Kara does.”

“Way to throw me under the bus!” Kara pouted.

“It’d hurt the bus more than it’d hurt you,” Alex countered.

“So what is it the great Kara Danvers does to put Lena in a good mood?” Maggie asked, looking at the blushing blonde.

“I mean, I think we all know the answer to that one…” Lucy trailed off, figuring she would stay on her best manners and not point out the obvious today.

“It’s not that! No, I just…first of all, how do you know?” Kara asked, turning to look at Lena.

“You literally texted Alex about a magic trick that you do whenever I’m angry.”

“Oh.” Kara fidgeted, playing with her glasses and trying to look innocent. “It’s nothing really…it’s just, you know, when you’re mad, sometimes it helps if I scratch your head.”

“Oh my god, is that what you were doing?” Lucy asked with a laugh, thinking back to how startled Alex had been when she called her out on it.

“Maybe…”

“Ooh, try it on me next!” Maggie called out, raising her hand up and volunteering.

“You’re not mad?” Alex checked. She’d worried a bit that it might sound deceitful. “Any of you?” She turned to look at Lena.

“No,” Lena assured her. “It’s part of being in a relationship. You figure out the little, easy ways to put your partner in a better mood, and they end up being the easiest ways to end the fights that don’t matter as much.”

“Wait…what do you do for me?” Kara asked suddenly looking curious.

Lena just laughed and shook her head. “A good magician never reveals her tricks.”

While they were cleaning up, though, Maggie sidled up to Lena at the sink. “It’s food, right?”

“Duh.”

[haikyuulovercompany]

Hiii! I'm the anon you gave the name Aika~ and i really love your writing style!! Thank you so much!! If it's not a bother, and if you have time.. I was thinking if maybe you could do a scenario where it's Suga's birthday and Aika gathered the courage to introduce herself to his teammates/friends (who didnt even know suga had a gf already) so they could help with his surprise?

I would have been perfect if I had done this request in Suga’s birthday, but well, I lost my chance. Good to have you back!!! I hope this is what you expected! 

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Sugawara Koushi and her hadn’t been dating for long. They had beentogether for only a couple months, but God, didn’t they really love each other?

Since the day Sugawara had caught her singing in an empty classroom hehad been nothing but a dream come true for her. He always insisted that it was fait. Hesaid that he had followed her voice like a trail, and it led him to the girl hewould fall in love with.

“I heard yourvoice, and I had to follow it. I can’t explain why, I just felt like doing it.You hypnotized me.”

Every time he told her that, Aika thought of those ancient tales wherethe mermaids sang to attract foolish sailors to their deathly claws. She obviously wasn’tgoing to hurt him, but it was kind of magical that their own story hadsimilarities with an old tail.

And so, she wanted to do something for him. Something special. Shewanted to make him as happy as he made her. So when she realized his birthdaywas only in a couple of weeks, she knew what she wanted to do. She would throwhim a surprise birthday party. She would make sure to get his favorite food,and to get a cake decorated specifically for him. She made the list ofeverything she needed, and presented it to her mother.

That was the easy part. The difficult one was to get his friends to go. Notbecause they were incredibly mean people, but because Koushi still hadn’tintroduced her to them. They were training almost all the time, and they hadtheir own school, and family life to attend. And the little free time Koushihad, he spent it with her. There hadn’t been a right time for him to introduceher to his team.

But thanks to her plan, she would have to introduce herself, whichwasn’t an easy task.

She knew their faces because she knew who was the Karasuno volleyballteam, and she knew their names because Koushi had mentioned them a gazilliontimes. The only problem was that she didn’t know which name belonged to whom. 

Then, she needed to find a right time to talk to them. At school, Sugawarawas almost all the time with them. She couldn’t approach any of them if he wasthere because she wouldn’t be able to tell them about the surprise party. Therewas problem number two.

And problem number three, she was terribly awkward with new people. Shewas the worst when it came to people. 

She wasted a whole week hunting her boyfriend’s friend all over school.Every time she spotted one of them, they would meet immediately with Sugawara,or she would simple lose all courage in her to walk up to them.

She grew anxious the next Monday. Sugawara’s birthday was that weekend,and she still had a party with no guests. So she putted another plan together.She only needed her boyfriend to be away from the gym for a couple of minutes.Then she would have them all together in one place for her to invite them.

And that was how she had ended up hidden outside the gym where she knewher boyfriend trained every evening. A parade of boyish voices laughing,talking, joking with each other made their way into the installation. Needlessto say, her heart was beating out of her chest, and her stomach hurt. She wasthere. She needed to do it.

She waited a good half an hour to send the message that would throwSugawara out of the gym as if he was a rocket ship launching into space. Or soshe hoped. If he didn’t, well, it would be kind of heart wrecking.

She hit send, and waited. She stared at her phone waiting for the littlecheckmarks to turn blue. Almost ten minutes later, they did. And short afterthat, she heard Sugawara’s voice.

“I’ll be gone for a couple minutes. It won’t be long.” Hurried stepssounded against the wooden floor, and then the door of the gym opened with aloud smack, and hurried steps sounded again. She waited for a minute, and withher own heart in her throat she stepped out of her hideaway. She was nervouslike she had never been, but at least she now knew her boyfriend truly caredabout her.

She knew she didn’t have much time. She went into the gym with no sound.The first to notice her were the only two girls there. They looked to each otherbefore the tallest made her way to Aika. 

“Can we help you?” she asked. Aika swallowed hard, and stiffly nodded.“You can tell me, what is it?” 

A couple of heads turned her way before she could answer.

“Oh, look, another girl!” one voice said. Now everyone was gazing at her.

“She looks familiar,” another voice added.

Suddenly the whole team was heading her way. She took one step backwardsfeeling overwhelmed. A bunch of sweating guys was glaring at her, waiting forher to talk.

“You’re scaring her,” added one of them. “Take a step back. Give herspace.” Every single one of them obeyed with no complain. Almost all of themwere smiling unbothered by her presence. “Are you a third year?” the same guyasked.

She only nodded.

“That’s why you look so familiar to me. I’m Sawamura Daichi. Nice tomeet you.”

“I’m Aika,” she managed to say. So he was the captain of the team, andwho would practically be Sugawara’s best friend. Good to know. “Nice to meetyou, too.”

“Tell us, Aika-san, what brings you here?” Daichi asked. 

She stood quiet trying to find her words. They probably didn’t even knowSugawara already had a girlfriend. She had never asked him about that smalldetail. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. Without answering Daichi, she pickedout her phone. A message from Sugawara shone bright. 

‘Where are you?I’m looking for you like crazy!!’

She panicked, and quickly answered. All eyes still on her, all of themstill confused. 

‘I moved to thelibrary five minutes ago. I can’t find it.’ That would give her more time, butnot much. And she couldn’t keep worrying him like that. 

“I’m… well, I don’t know if you know but, I am…” she stopped andsighted. She had to hurry. She only had to say it, and that was the end of it.“I am Sugawara’s girlfriend, and I—

A sea of screams and questions stopped her mid sentence. If everyone wasalready glaring at her, now they were watching her with eyes wide open, andwith their jaws on the floor.

“Suga-senpai has a girlfriend!?” one practically shouted. “No oneknew!?”

“NO!” another two shouted as well. 

She looked at her phone. 

‘I’m going to thelibrary. Don’t move. We’ll find it.’

She panicked even more.

“Please, hear me out. Please,” she asked, anguish all over her face. Noone listened to her, though. They were all still in shock being as loud as theylungs let them, throwing questions into the air. Her voice was practically afade echo, background noise.

Shimizu picked this up immediately, and softly gasped. She clapped acoupe of times trying to attract everyone’s attention. And for Aika’s surprise,it worked. Those delicate claps had been enough to shut the noisiest guys shehad ever met.

“Aika-san still has something to say,” Shimizu said, and as if they hadpractice it tirelessly, they all turned to her at the same time.

Her phone started to vibrate. He was calling her. ‘Fast, make it fast,’ she thought.

“This weekend is Sugawara’s birthday, and I want to throw him a surpriseparty, okay? But I need everyone’s help. He’s coming back to the gym in no timeso I can’t stay.”

“How do you know where he is?” the bald guy asked.

“I send him a message telling him someone stole my school bag, and he’slooking for it, and looking for me,”Aika admitted as she shook her phone in the air. The bald guy gasped amused.

Her phone was ripped off of her hands. “You don’t have password? Cool,”said Daichi as he pressed the keys of her phone. In no time he returned it.“You already have my phone. Text me, we’ll get that party going. You can counton us.” He finished with a smile. 

“We’ll be there!” a guy with a small blonde highlight confidently toldher. She smiled.

“Thank you so much. It was nice to meet all of you.”

“Thank you for coming, we hadno freaking idea Sugawara had a girlfriend!” the bald guy said. 

“Please don’t tell him I was here. You still don’t know me, okay?”

“OKAY!” all screamed again. She made a little head bow, and got out ofthe gym before they could leave her deaf. 

She kept smiling to herself. That had been somehow easy. She hadexpected a mixture of personalities, and probably they were completelydifferent from one another, but at least they were all nice guys. She had beenscared of meeting them, and it had been a piece of cake.

She only hoped they like her back. It was too soon to tell since theyhad met briefly, but she guessed she would discover if they got along until theweekend. She had a hunch they would.

She returned to her hiding spot, and started to move the bushes whereshe had buried her school bag. One the straps had got stuck with a twistedbranch, and she was doing the worst job possible in getting it out of there.

“Aika! Finally!” She turned around mouth agape dropping her bag. Shethought she had a little more time. Sugawara was strolling towards her. “I toldyou to wait for me in the library,” he said when he was with her. He wasn’tmad, but she could tell he was slightly annoyed.

“I freaked out. Sorry,” she answered trying to think about any goodexcuse. She needed the perfect lie to justify what was she doing outside thevolleyball gym.

“What are you doing here scraping the bushes?”

“Ahm well,” she looked to the bushes, and back to him dumbfounded.

“Is your bag there?” 

The switch in her head snapped, and her brain was on again. She couldfeel the bulb inside shinning. “Yes!” she blurted. “I left the library in ahurry because someone told me they saw a couple of guys throwing a bag to thebushes, so I came.”

“What?” He frowned again. “What kind of douche were those guys.” 

Aika shrugged. “I don’t know, but at least I found it.”

“Let me help you.”

Sugawara walked passed her, and got his arm deep into the bushes. Aikacould see how some branches scratched his arm leaving delicate red lines alonghis white skin. He was unfazed by it. In a second he had her bag with him. 

“We should find out who were the assholes who did this.” Now he wasgenuinely pissed off. Aika shook her head quickly.

“No. No. Forget it. I don’t want to. I’m glad I have my bag with meagain. I only want to leave this incident behind.”

“Are you sure? What if they do it again?” 

“I think it was a random prank. For all we know they might have mistakenmy bag with someone else’s.” She had talked fast. She wanted the lie to beover. She hated to lie to him.

“If you say so,” he finally concluded. “I have to go back to practice. Sendme a message when you get home, please.”

“Of course.”

Sugawara looked around, and once he was sure they were alone, he cuppedher face and gave her a small peck on the lips. He smiled at her, and joggedback to the gym.

Aika almost dropped to the floor. 

That had been so close.

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EXTRA:

Her house was full with the volleyball team. The same parade of loudlaughs, and loud voices had moved to her living room. Even the same two girlswho had approached her in the gym were there. Now she knew which name belongedto whom. 

They all had done as she had asked. They arrived in time, and the oneswho arrived a little earlier helped her with the decorations as they got toknow each other better. By the time Sugawara arrived to her house to have theirusual movie-night date, all of them received him with a big ‘Surprise.’ 

His face had lightened up, and he was left momentarily speechless. Aikawas bubbling with happiness. She had got what she wanted. Sugawara’s smile wentfrom corner to corner adorning his whole face with genuine joy. She had neverseen a smile so wide, and complete like that one.

She was taking out more beverages from the kitchen when Sugawaraappeared. Just as she had thought, they all drank and ate like an army.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked him leaving the sodas unattended for asecond. 

“No one really stole your bag, right?”

It took Aika a second to process what he was talking about. She shook her head. “No. I needed you out of thegym for a couple of minutes.”

“I figured.” Sugawara walked up to her, and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”  

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Thank you for the request! I hope you liked it!