#I'm gonna go wash my hair then figure out a fair way to do a materials deposit estimate

[thresholdbb]

My sister: just try it and see

Me: ok lol

*opens commissions and people are actually very interested*

Me: 🥹😭

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Ocean View

Fandom: Superfam, Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: A pair of shoes, a fragmented memory, and a collection of newspaper clippings.

An empty box of cigarettes, a second phone, and a beach house with locked rooms.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Laney Kent, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Chris Kent, Tim Drake

Relationship(s): JayLaney, Clois

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Secret Identity, Social Media, Romance, Angst, Unsafe for Work

Chapter Five: Aphrodisiac

Dinner with Jason was quiet. His beach house seemed different. It seemed more lived-in. Music played softly in the background, and the lights faded through colors. I thought about what my mom said, but I decided I didn't want to ruin dinner. He'd gelled his hair back, and he looked sort of sad. He looked so beautiful in the light, like a painting. "I'm thinking," Jason muttered.

"About?" I questioned.

"I'm wondering if you'll want to have a third date after this," Jason whispered. I reached across the table and lifted his chin with my knuckle. Our eyes met, and I could tell he was serious.

I held eye contact with him for a while. "I'd like to take pictures of you on our third date, and maybe I can convince you to pose nude for our fourth or fifth date," I replied casually. Jason chuckled. I finished eating while I waited for him to stop laughing.

"Do you keep a porn collection of all the boys you date?" he teased.

I shook my head. "I haven't been on dates with anyone else, and it wouldn't be porn," I explained, "It'd have to be overtly erotic for it to be porn. I was thinking of artistic nudity... Stripped down, mature, vulnerable." Jason seemed intrigued as he finished eating and cleared the table.

I helped him wash the dishes, and I smiled. "And for our sixth and seventh dates?" Jason asked. I chuckled.

"I'll let you photograph me in any way you like," I whispered. His eyes widened. After we finished the dishes, we sat on the couch. Just as fast as his sadness seemed to fade, it was back again.

"I haven't been authentic in my dealings with you—."

"If this is about PW clothes, I know all about that. I wasn't going to say anything about it because it was none of my business. It's a secret for a reason, right?" I asked. Jason stumbled as he struggled to find words. "It'll be like I don't know at all."

Jason let out a breath, and I lay my head on his lap. He massaged my scalp. "Thank you, Lane," Jason whispered.

"Jason, I'm bipolar... And not in the figurative sense. I was gonna keep that a secret, but it didn't seem fair for only one of us to have a big secret," I confessed, "Is that gonna be a problem?" Jason continued to massage my scalp.

"That's not a problem at all," Jason whispered, "You're beautiful, you know that? I could barely keep my eyes off of you at the community center... And then we kissed at Peppercorn—... Every time I see you, it gets harder."

He started massaging the back of my neck with his three fingers. "What do you mean?" I asked.

Jason stopped massaging me, and he leaned close. "It gets harder and harder to resist the urge to make love to you," he whispered. I was so caught off guard that I sat up. We stared at one another until I could no longer take the suspense building between us. I leaned forward, and I kissed him. Jason's lips parted, and he spoke, but I didn't hear him. He didn't talk again until I was naked underneath him, my skin sticking to the couch's leather. "Lane, we should take this upstairs."

I wanted to have him as soon as possible. "I left everything upstairs," Jason whispered. He picked me up and carried me up to his bedroom. He threw me down on the bed, and I looked at his beautiful naked body as he opened and closed his drawers and turned the lights on. I watched him slip on a condom, and I propped up on my elbows. He looked frighteningly large in the light, but I remembered how he felt that first time, and I wanted him. He straddled over me and stuck one of his fingers inside me. By the time he managed to push in a second finger, I'd arched into his touch. I wanted him so badly, I thought I'd burst before he started. I opened my mouth, and no words came out. He stopped touching me. Fingering me. I relaxed and sank into his pillows. My dick twitched and bobbed up and down against my stomach. "Want another pillow?"

"No... Just fuck me," I replied. He chuckled and stroked his dick. I closed my eyes, and I felt his lips on my chest and my neck. I moaned as I felt the sensation of him sucking on my earlobe, but I lost my cool completely when I felt him slide inside of me. He pulled back, and in a lust-filled haze, I yelled, "Don't pull it out!"

Jason held my earlobe gently between his teeth as he giggled in my ear. I grabbed my dick and squeezed the shaft to keep from cumming. Precum drooled from my head as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Jason's strokes continued until I couldn't hold back any longer. I came, and Jason kept going. I stroked my dick to keep it hard, but my hand shook so violently that I could only manage to lay back and moan his name.

He grunted heavily in my ear, and he moved my hand. He started stroking my dick for me. I could no longer form words, and I could hardly think as my body shook. All I could feel was the tightening heat of my arousal in his grip. It was so tender, and I knew I was getting close again. Just before I came, Jason grunted and let go of my shaft. He sat up, kneeling on both knees as he pulled me close to him, and he fucked me into the headboard. I pressed my hands against the headboard as Jason held the bottom half of my body off of the bed. I came on my face, and he finished shortly afterward, dropping me down on the bed as he collapsed on top of me. I could feel him inside of me. "Jason, you're still—." He rolled off of me.

"Sorry... I think that was better than last time," Jason whispered. I turned my head to look at him.

"I agree," I replied.

Jason took a few tissues off the nightstand, and he wiped me down. He kissed my cheek and licked his lips. Jason gave me more napkins for my face. I wanted to kiss him, but my eyes were so heavy. "You can sleep. Don't fight it," Jason mumbled, "I'm not leaving... And I'll wake you up tomorrow if you need me to."

"I have to get up at three," I whispered. It was a warning to Jason, but I was already half-asleep.

Jason linked his pinky with mine. "I'll wake you up at three, I promise," he murmured. As far as second dates go, I'd say it was perfect. I was really starting to like Jason.

[flugion]

Hello hello! Please only write if you've finished your tests (hope you did well! If it hasn't happened, good luck again!) Can you write domestic lives as a family hcs for Kuon, Gagamaru, Chigiri and any other characters you want?

Hey Hey! I have finished up my tests and due to a snowstorm, I will be at home. Hope you enjoy these tho!

Kuon, Gagamaru and Chigiri domestic lives headcanons!

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Kuon

With Home life, he does relax much more then anywhere else.

With his family, he loves to just sit on the couch and watch a movie with them

I also feel like somehow his kids are complete opposites to him sometimes. Especially if he had a son

He thinks his son get most of his traits from his S/O

His daughter though would be a most often then not, on the same page as him

If not doing any soccer, I feel as if he would work still something that involves physical work

Kuon would often come home tired, and flop on the couch only to get jumped on by his kids

You would probably have to tell the kids to calm down a bit before Kuon gets dragged away to play. He wouldn't mind either way

Rather if his S/O was a stay at home parent or not, he wouldn't mind.

Him and his S/O would take turns bringing their kids to school

He also likes to cook dinner for his family, even when he's a bit tired

Also has that loud-ass dad snore

Keeps his kid's imagination alive during the holidays rather it be leaving boot tracks around the house during christmas or act as the tooth fairy.

WILL DRESS UP AS A PRINCESS WITH HIS DAUGHTER

Now time for a little tad bit of angst

Kuon had come home rather late that night. He didn't mean to but he had to stay overtime as they were short-staffed at the time. He figured the kids were already in bed, fast asleep. The thought of missing out on his kids more and more does make him upset. The thought plagued him for a bit while he sat in the dark in the living room. He hadn't even heard his S/O walking to the living room. Kuon jumped a it as the light turned one.

"Ah!.. Oh, it's just you sweetie. What are you doing up?" Kuon would ask while you walked over and sat next to him. "You think I wouldn't hear the front door? But..I feel like you're upset. Am I right?" Your question made Kuon chuckle a bit. "You always tell so fast..but yes, I am a bit upset. Mainly cause I've been working more. I've been tired, aching a bit and I just feel like if this keeps up I'm gonna miss out on being with the kids..that's all" That was a quick confession. It made you place a small kiss on his cheek. "Oh, hon, you need a break. Maybe at some point, you can take off and just spend time with the kids on the weekend? I know it may be hard cause of the short staffing but it's worth a shot." You suggested while Kuon just sighed before leaning on you. "Yeah..I'll see what I can do but for now, I'll just relax when I can.." it didn't take long for him to doze off and sleep right there. Guess you slept on the couch last night with him.

Chigiri

To be fair, he never would have thought a family like this. Let alone with kids as well.

He just thought he would commit his life to soccer but here he was, playing tag with his S/O and kids.

Does work but not as much as his S/O. He's proud of them for being the breadwinner of the house.

You both are mostly working while the kids are at school. All your schedules are about the same. You only work a couple of hours more than him.

You've sometimes come home to see his hair done and makeup. You can immediately tell the kids just love giving him makeovers

You and Chigiri get makeovers often from the kids. Yes sometimes either of you forget about the makeout and go out with it still on

Time for some wholesome stuff

You and Chigiri had washed the makeup off your faces. You couldn't help but notice that your husband had been acting happier than usual, not that you were complaining of course. "Someone seems happy..any reason?" You questioned.

Chigiri just chuckled a bit before letting out a light sigh. "I'm just happy to..be with you and be able to do these things. You just never really see these things happening, y'know?" This was a confession that just had you giggling a bit. "What's so funny, hm?" Chigiri teased. "Oh, just you being sweet!"

Before the talking could continue, your kids had dragged both of you two away to continue playing. Mainly playing princesses and tea parties. After a while, you put the kids to bed and decided to relax in your shared bed with Chigiri in your room. He was already changed, laying in bed with a book in hand. You changed and lay next to him. "You wanna read me a bedtime story too?" You asked, teasing him a bit. Before you knew it, he was reading his book out loud. Yes, you did fall asleep to this.

Gagamaru

To say the least, he was also very happy to be a part of this family. It was like a personal dream of his

He's a full-time, stay-at-home dad. He loves taking care of the place and kids while you work.

Of course this is something you both agreed on doing

The way you come home and just have your kids hug you when you get home makes Gagamaru melt. He just thinks he's so lucky!

Ngl, you find it pretty cute when he's dressed up in some cleaning uniform

You have no idea why but it just happens

Would probably find himself also liking you dressed all formal for work

Surprisingly see the whole malewife with him for some odd reason

I just do, im sorry

Now time for some fluffy

You just got home from work to see your kids playing on the front lawn with your husband. It didn't take long though for the kids to run up to you and hug your legs. "Yes, I'm happy to see you two as well" you laughed while Gagamaru walked up to you. "And I missed you as well," you said placing a kiss on his cheek earning a small "eeew" from your kids before letting go and running off to continue playing.

"Long day?" He asked before you sighed. "A bit but it's nice to be home. Can't wait to sleep I tell you" You stated before Gagamaru walked with you to the front door. "Well, you get relaxed a bit and I'll go get the kids ready for dinner, ok?"

You nodded before heading inside and to your room. It's almost surprising how much you both have changed. I bet if Gagamaru met his younger self it would be a bit shocking. Either way, you loved him for him and that's all that matters. To say the least, he basically thinks the same way.

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Hhhh- I hope this is what you meant by the request! Now I will have some lunch cause I skipped it by accident

[illiana-mystery]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for tagging me @eclecticwildflowers!

I have two WIPs going on right now: Chapter 12 of Sugar Baby and Chapter 5 of The Art of Seduction.

Also I am planning on updating He Won't Hurt You and Space Oddity real soon. 😉

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Sugar Baby

"What you cooking?" Alicia asked before Malcolm turned around to face her. Like at breakfast, he was playing SWV on his phone and was humming along before Alicia showed up.

"Oh, well hello," he greeted in a teasing tone. "Glad to see you gave the old man a break."

Alicia laughed unamusingly.

"Yeah, we called a time out so he could catch his breath. He'll be down once he does."

"Good, don't want the boss to hurt himself trying to keep up with a pretty young lady," he playfully retorted. "But to answer your question, I'm making burgers and hand-cut fries. I'm making the pea protein kind though, since you have different dietary needs. Would you like to help?"

"Sure. I have nothing else going on," she replied before the older man began to laugh.

"Well, alright. Wash your hands first though. I know what you two were doing up there."

Alicia playfully rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't raised in a barn," she remarked before walking to the sink. That was when she also got a whiff of the dessert he was making.

"Are you making a dessert too?"

"Yeah, I'm making my grandmother's famous peach cobbler. It's a favorite of Ed's. It was gonna accompany dinner, but since you're gonna be at a friend's house tonight, I thought I would make it now so you can try it fresh."

"Oh, well thank you."

"You're welcome," he said as she walked back over by him. He glanced at her again, which is when he noticed her hair style. It looked familiar...too familiar.

"Say, when did you change your hairstyle?"

"Oh, this? Ed styled it for me after our pool time. He was telling me how your grandmother was a master of styling her and your mother's hair. And he learned from watching her."

"You don't say," Malcolm hummed.

His mind was racing once she said that. This whole time, since Ed started his sugar daddy life, he always made sure that he never let his past life be known to any other his flings. But now, here he was, letting everything slip through the cracks for this one Sweetie.

What kind of spell did she have him under? It must have been strong for him to have the audacity to give her a similar hairstyle his mother had in the 90s.

It kinda made him mad too. All this time he had to keep the secrets his father figure had and refrain from calling him "Dad", just for him to blow cover himself. It wasn't fair and if anything it was foolish.

Sure, he liked Alicia but could she be trusted? What if she was too good to be true?

"Malcolm, is everything okay?" she asked concerned. She could tell he was deep in thought.

"Yeah, everything is fine," he assured her. "It's a nice hairstyle by the way. It really fits your face."

"Thanks," she cooed.

"Alright, watch it with the flattery, son," Ed teased. "Alicia is my Sweetie."

"Eddie," Alicia chirped before she ran over to hug him. "He was just being nice."

"I know," he said before kissing her. "And thanks. I can't believe how much I learned just from observing your grandmother."

"Me either. Alicia told me."

"Do I smell Miss Mae's Famous Peach Cobbler?" Ed excitedly asked.

"No, you smell Malcolm Edward Matthews' Peach Cobbler," the chef clarified. "I know my attempt isn't even close to hers. And I wouldn't dishonor her in such a way."

"Oh, son. Don't say that. Your Cobbler is just as good as hers. I love it all the same," he told the chef before looking at Alicia. "You're gonna love it. I'm glad he's making it now so you can try it fresh from the oven."

"Well, I'm excited to try it now," she said. "Now, go and relax, Eddie. I'm gonna help Malcolm with the food."

"Okay, Alia," he replied before leaving her with a little smooch.

He made his way to his living room afterwards and sat down on the sofa, just pondering what he was going to do while he waited.

He thought about playing one of his records, but that would have given him the urge to pull Alicia away from his chef to dance with her again.

So he quickly ruled that out before he looked up at some of the pictures on the wall. A short smile appeared on his face, before his mind was flooded with more good memories. Memories that led him to suddenly thinking about Wanda.

He hadn't thought of her in years, but for some reason, now he was. So subconsciously, he pulled part of his rug up and unlocked a padlocked tiny door to a small compartment underneath.

Inside was an old scrapbook that hadn't been touched in years. It was covered in dust, but he could still clearly see the picture of him and Wanda on his old childhood swing that was placed in the little compartment behind the cover.

Her striking crystal blue eyes were still highlighted on the old photo, even more than his. It almost brought a tear to his eyes.

Carefully, he picked up the book, closed the door back, and readjusted the rug. He blew the dust off and then began to look at the photos.

His smile lingered on his face as he went down this bittersweet path down memory lane. It was hard to look at what he used to be, how young and vibrant he was, but also how harmful he was to Wanda.

He knew he led her on and deserved her betrayal, but it still hurt all the same. Especially since she included pictures of him and Lou when they were still friends and roommates.

Sometimes he wondered what life would have been like if he just forgave them and remained friends.

But that ship had sailed years ago.

And he still didn't think it was fair for them to get their happily ever after years ago when he didn't.

But the question was...was he now getting that happily ever after he so desired now with Alicia?

Guess time would tell.

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The Art of Seduction

The next morning, the sound of a joyful hum filled the room, while a nicely thin crepe was placed on plate.

It was a sound that was quite unusual coming from the usually stoic man, but quite welcomed by him. He smiled as he noticed how well the pancake sat on top of the gold-finished, white china that once belonged to the late Madame.

He treasured the plate as well as all of the other diningware he inherited from her, sentimental items that she knew her son wouldn't have wanted. But she did love how much he liked her plates. He always smiled and had a nice comment about them when he saw them.

Her taste in the plates and utensils was reminiscent of his dear mother, Joan. But he wasn't privy to her old sets due to them all being in lost in a fire that also claimed her life.

The thought always crossed his mind when he focused too much on the plates. But he would always remind himself that he had the Madame too and he appreciated her much more than Dmitri for the short time he knew her.

After he snapped out of his inner musings, he decorated the crepe with creme and berries abound. Carefully, he wrapped it and then placed two eggs next to it, cooked sunny side up.

He wasn't really sure how you liked your eggs, but that's the way he liked them. The last thing to fix was his vitamin-enriched milk, a luxury he still had despite the war. And he was more than excited to share it with you.

Once poured, he put everything on a wooden tray and made his way upstairs to surprise you. He wasn't sure if you were awake or still asleep, but he figured the sight of him carrying your breakfast would make you smile either way.

Just his luck, you were slowly waking up and didn't even realize he wasn't laying by you anymore.

Then you saw him standing before you and your eyes immediately lit up. A smile followed and then a giggle before he smiled back at you.

"Monsieur, breakfast in bed?"

"Yes, good morning, Mademoiselle," he softly said before he put the tray in front of you. "I hope you enjoy."

"Oh, good morning to you too," you chirped before giving him a kiss. "You're too sweet, Monsieur. I've never had a man make me breakfast in bed. And everything looks and smells delicious."

"Thank you," he said with a blush. "I made your breakfast the way my mother used to make it for me as a boy."

"Aww, how sweet. Your mother must be a really good cook."

"She was," he quietly said.

"Oh, well I'm sorry for your loss. She must have been a great woman because she raised such a thoughtful son."

Jopling's blush deepened, although the guilt in the pit of his stomach started to rise. He knew she wouldn't think that if she knew he killed people for a living and did the shady bidding of the dirty rich in Zubrowka.

And if anything, his mother would be ashamed of what he became. But the money and power that came with this new position was just too inticing to not fall into the dark underbelly of his once promising investigative career.

It was that sudden guilt that made him walk away without another word, although you stopped him before he could get far.

"Where are you going, Monsieur?" you softly said.

"I was gonna leave you to eat," he quickly answered as his deep conscious kept telling him that he didn't deserve you.

"Oh," you softly replied in a sad tone. A tone that broke his icy heart.

"Unless," he started as he looked back at you. "You want me to eat breakfast with you."

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. I don't want you to eat alone."

"Okay, I'm gonna go get my food," he said before leaving to fetch said food.

Alone, you took another look at the delicious food before you and gently took a piece of the crepe.

Your fork was decorated with the wrapped piece of pancake as well as two blueberries on one prong and two strawberries on the other three.

Your eyes reveled in how nice it look again before it was placed on your tongue, chewed, and finally swallowed.

A satisfied hum left your lips before you dug in some more. You were in delectable heaven as you munch away at half of the crepe.

And it was quite the sight to behold for Jopling.

He hadn't cooked for another, let alone a woman, for so long. So seeing you enjoy his cooking brought another smile to his lips and deep blush to his cheeks.

"I'm glad you're enjoying your breakfast," he said to get your attention.

You jumped but then smiled at him after swallowing another bite of crepe.

"Yes, it's delicious. Thank you so much."

"You're very welcome," he said before he joined you in bed with his own tray of food. You smiled at him after he adjusted with the tray in front, then kissed his cheek.

He kissed your cheek back then began to eat his crepe.

"Mmm, I really impressed myself with this breakfast," he bragged as you giggled and leaned against him.

"How did you know I liked sunny side up eggs?"

"Lucky guess," he replied. "A very lucky guess."

You laughed.

"Monsieur, you spoil me," you chirped. "I could get used to this."

He laughed.

"If it meant having you in my bed, I would make breakfast for you every morning."

"Then I would oblige. After all, I would never reject the offer to be in your bed," you playfully said. "But I need to have my own clothes...because I totally didn't think of that before I came here last night."

"You can wear some of my clothes," he quickly suggested. "I think you would pull off most of my threads."

"Oh, Monsieur," you started with a deep blushed face. "You're too kind. But I accept. Thank you."

"Of course."

[yrluvjane]

A Perfect Fit (II)

James Potter x muggle reader

Note: (Mature content in bold!) (Part I) / (part 3)

"Harry! Don't forget to wash your hands!" Y/n yelled at the top of her lungs. James entered the house once more, leaving the door open.

"Great, here." Y/n said as she handed him two small suitcases and grabbed her white handbag and two grocery bags.

"Give me those." Y/n's best friend, Nicole said, as she took the bags from Y/n and threw them into the back seat of Y/n's car.

"Careful, my glasses are in those." Y/n said tiredly as, Nicole dismissed her with a wave.

You may be wondering what all the rush was but it was currently 9 in the morning and they had two hours to get to the Potter household, where they would celebrate Harry's sixth birthday.

"I'll got get the little rascal," Nicole said, walking back into the house. "You have 15 seconds to hide before the tickle monster choses his next victim!"

Y/n turned to face James and closed the car's boot. James smiled at her and reached for her hand. "What's going on? You seem...distracted."

Y/n stared at the James, eyes narrowed in thought, "How is it we've been dating for four years and not once have I met you parents?"

James raised an eyebrow and let a small grin tug on his mouth, "Are you nervous?"

"I am not nervous, I just think it's not fair you've met my parents loads of times and this my first time meeting yours."

"Your parents are great-"

"-You're only saying that because my father never wastes an opportunity to embarrass me."

"My parents will love you, there is nothing to be worried about." James assured, cupping the side of her face in his hand and kissing her forehead.

"I think there are lots of things to be worried of." Y/n mutters just as Nicole walks out with a pouting Harry on her shoulders.

"Dad! Tell Aunt Nicole I'm not a baby!" Harry whines.

"But you are! You're just a witow baby." Nicole teases in a baby voice, pinching his little chubby cheeks.

"No! I'm big!" He defends crossing his arms with huff, while Nicole buckles up his seat belt. "Stop snogging, we're gonna be late." Nicole comments, Y/n sticks her tongue out at her, causing the other to do the same.

James walks over to Harry's side and kisses the boy's head. "C'mon Prongslet, that's no mood to welcome your birthday with."

"Aunti Cole started it!"

"Aunti Cole won't be giving you any presents if you blame her again." The older woman retorts making Harry shut up with hopeful eyes.

"Okay, i'll go check over the house real quick and be back." Y/n replied as she ran back, making sure all the windows were closed, light's and stoves switched off and locking the doors.

"All ready?" James asked as Y/n sat at the drivers seat and switched on the engine. The car roared to life whilst they buckled up.

"Here we go." Y/n muttered unsure as she drove out the driveway and into the road; starting their two-hour journey.

An hour later, Nicole and Harry were out cold, leaned over each other in an adorable way. (James definitely didn't sneak a picture)

That left James and Y/n the only ones awake. And James didn't know if it was the tiredness creeping on him or the heat of the noon sun but he couldn't help admire every feature of Y/n's gorgeous figure.

His eyes, hazed with love and awe, roamed over her hair, the wind brushing through it, the light casting an illuminated outline over it.

Her hands, nails painted and filed, fingers drumming over the steering wheel. She had one hand over the wheel, the other clasped with James'. His thumb stroked her knuckles basking in the feeling of soft skin.

"Alright, baby?" Y/n asked looking over at him.

"You're so beautiful." He muttered, bringing her hand to his lips, kissing the back and trailing kisses over her palm, Y/n chuckled and grabbed his chin. She gave the empty road a last look before guiding his head towards hers' for a small yet sweet peck.

"You're not so bad yourself." She teased with a smile. Y/n faced him once more noting his tired dopey eyes. "Rest." She said as she brushed his hair back and rested his head on the car seat.

"I don't wanna leave you alone."

"I'm be fine, James. Only fourty-minutes left." She reassured and though James tried to resist his sleepiness and protest, he failed.

In a blink, Y/n's voice gently coaxed him from sleep and once he opened his eyes he met the large, brown doors of his family house.

"Nicole, Nikki, wake up." Y/n nudged the sleeping girl as she unbuckled Harry's seat belt. Harry stirred in his sleep as Y/n brought him up and hoisted him at her hip.

"I'm up, I'm up." Nicole commented groggily as she rubbed her eyes.

James got up and unlocked the truck pulling out the suitcases and handing Y/n her handbag, shutting the boot and locking the car.

The three of them of made their way to the door and knocked. "You didn't metion you lived in castle, Potter." Nicole raised a brow.

"It's not a castle." James muttered, pink dusting his cheeks. "Sorry didn't hear that, what did you say?" Nicole teased but just before James could answer the door swinged open revealing a woman in her mid-fourtiee, who Y/n identified as James's mother.

"Jamie!" The woman squealed as she tugged James in a crushing hug, " 'Jamie'?" Snorted Nicole, who got jabbed in the rib by Y/n.

"Hello, mum." James greeted his face red but still lifted with a smile.

"You must be Y/n!" Mrs. Potter says with a large smile and a point of her finger.

"Thank you for having us Mrs. Potter."

"Euphemia, and please my house is yours."

The older lady pulls Y/n into a hug and kisses both of her cheeks, "and there's my grandson! Oh, he's sleeeping." Mrs. Potter noted, she pushed Harry's hair aside, and kissing his forehead.

"Nicole?" She tries with a smile as Nicole nods with a chuckle and also gets a hug. "Come on in! Fleamont will be back shortly, he'll be wanting to see all of you. I can see your all tired, why don't rest till dinner, hmm?" She suggests.

"Jamie, if Y/n doesn’t want to sleep with you, she can have the room across from yours. And I'll show Nicole her room."

Nicole takes her bag from James and follows Mrs. Potter.

"C'mon, Harry's rooms is up here." James says as he leads Y/n to a large, classically decorated room with a heavily pillowed bed in the centre.

James walks of to the side placing Harry's spiderman suitcase near the small wardrobe.

Y/n leans down and gently rests Harry on the bed, the small boy squirms and whimpers. "Shhh." Y/n whispers patting his bed back to sleep as James covers him with the large duvet.

Y/n removes his glasses and places them on the bedside. She grabs some of the large pillows and lies them on each of his sides so he doesn't fall off.

Y/n and James both turns kissing his head before leaving the room, shutting it gently.

James wraps an arm around Y/n's waist, leading her towards his room, the other hand carrying their suitcase.

"It may be a little...messy." James warns sheepishly as they take a turn and meet Mrs. Potter.

"Was just showing Nicole her room. I'm so happy to have you here. James and Harry have told us so much about you." She says as she hugs you once more, he face pulled into the biggest smile you've ever seen.

"All good things I hope." Y/n joked, looking up at James, chuckling at his flushed face.

"Mum-"

"Nonsense, I should've had you bring her over years ago." She emphasises, "I have a right to meet the woman who so wonderfully helped raise my grandson, don't you think? The boy turned out to be the sweetest, kindest boy I've seen." Euphemia complements and it's Y/n's turn to flush.

"Everytime Harry comes over, he spends most of his time telling me of all of his adventures with 'Y/n and Aunti Cole'. The boy absolutely adores you, you were the perfect woman to fill the place of Harry's mother figure. Thank you." She says, slightly tearing up as Y/n hugs her.

"It was nothing." She says, running her hand soothingly up and down Euphemia's back. "We are all so lucky to have Y/n in our lives." James says as he brings Y/n into a side hug and kisses her head. "We really are." James adds softly as Y/n tries to object.

The older woman laughs wiping her eyes. "Well, I won't take more of your time. I'll call for you, when dinner is ready."

James leads Y/n to his bedroom and just as she enters with their suitcase in hand, his mum calls him.

"Yes, mum?"

"Don't forget the silencing charms." She winks, as James stutters and reds profusely. "Mum!"

"What? We don't need to hear you concieve my next Granchild." She says laughing. James only stares at his mum's retreating figure in silent shock.

"James?" Y/n's voice comes, muffled.

"Coming." He calls, entering the room and shutting.

-

Y/n flops down the soft, moaning at the feeling of James' soft pillows and covers hitting her face.

She turns on her side and stretches like a cat as James walks out of the bathroom in a new dressing.

"You need to change love." James comments, holding a hand out, to help get Y/n out of bed.

She jumps out and pushes her hair behind her ears. "Do you like this dress? I got for this occasion, specially." She says brushing down the sides of the green dress she's wearing.

"You look beautiful in everything. Even that tomato suit you wore at Halloween." He laughs as you wince.

Sirius and Nicole had teamed up to get Harry to want to go as a vegetable, thankfully their Harry dearest changed his mind last minute and chose to go as Spider-Man, leaving her and James to go as Catwoman and Batman.

Y/n smirked at the memory of her skin tight catsuit. "That wasn't the only thing you loved that night."

Her cheeky smile met his flushed cheeks.

"Be honest, do you like the dress?" She asked. James sighed and let his eyes roam over the dark fabric.

"I don't like green." He said honestly, "But you make it look beautiful." He added.

"What about these necklaces?" She asked toying with gold chains wrapped around her neck.

"Y/n..." James pleaded but she only pouted. James faced his feet taking off his socks, not wishing to meet his girlfriend's sad eyes. He heard Y/n sigh deeply causing his heart to clench.

"Well...I've got one more thing..." She said and following was the sound of shuffling. "James?" He heard her call.

James shut his eyes, taking a deep breathe and lifting his head before opening them.

Y/n's dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a set of lacy white lingerie and a fake pout. "You don't like it do you?"

She turned around and shook her head as she took of the jewelry, giving James a perfect view of her back form.

In one swift movement James stood in front of her, he slipped his hands under her thighs, meaning for her to wrap them around his torso.

"You planned that?" He asked, moving them to the bed and laying above her. "Maybe." She teased and moaned when James ground down on her.

"Got me all hard while we're at my parents house." He groaned, slipping off shirt as Y/n pushed his pants down with her foot.

James attached his lips to Y/n's neck sucing and licking purple bruises all over. He trailed his kisses to her collar bone, between her breasts, down her stomach and just over the band of her panties.

He pressed a kiss to her clit, right over the fabric, causing her to moan and arch her back.

"James!"

"Tricking and teasing me like that." He tutted.

Y/n huffed and in one quick move, she had James on his back and her sitting on his very revealed erection.

James groaned as Y/n moved her hips against him. "Fuck, Y/n!"

She took off the pieces of clothing that limited their touch and pleasure as James' hands gripped onto her hips, "Gonna ride me, darling?" Jamss taunted but stopped short when Y/n unclasped her bra and let it fall off, throwing somewhere cross the room.

Even after four years of this, James was still always stunned by her beauty, he didn't think there would ever be a time where he got used to this. Her.

She leaned over letting her breasts lay against his chest, and brought her lips just over his. James squirmed in his place, desperate for friction. "Still in a taunting mood, Potter?" She asked.

He brought his lips to her pushing his tongue through and claiming every inch of her mouth. Y/n pulled away with a smirk, her hair falling over and framing her face.

She placed little kisses over his collarbone before pushing back and grabbing his cock, causing him to give out an involuntary moan.

She rubbed his precum over the tip before raising her hips and let him slide in slowly. They both moaned, James had a hand in her right hip and another in between her legs, a finger circling her nub.

"James..." Y/n breathed out as she rocked her hips back and forth.

Y/n breath hitches when James presses her down onto him and his hips rock up. A curse leaves her mouth that soon turns into whimpers and soft moans as he moves with her.

One of his hands travels down but she pushes it away. He groans. He's close, she can feel it.

His voice grows darker, his moans louder, and in her own body, the knot tightens. It tightens and tightens and when his movements begin to lose control, become more erratic with each thrust, it doesn’t take long for her to see stars in front of her eyes.

"James..." She pleas coming, soft and trembling, back arching and blabbering his name over and over.

James follows shortly after and fuck, he just know that the image of Y/n overcome with pleasure will always stun him to silence.

The waves of Y/n's orgasm wash over her and suddenly she lacks any strength to hold herself up any longer.

James wraps an arm around her when she sinks down to rest on his chest. He’s still breathing heavily, even when his fingers trace lazy lines on the skin of her body.

She smiles.

James moves closer and places a peck on her lips. "Hi." She replies softly, revealing the tiredness in her voice. "I love you." He whispers kissing her temple. "Me too." She says with a lazy smirk as James barks out a laugh.

"You love yourself too?" He jokes laughing as she nods with a grin, "But I guess I love you too."

"You 'guess'?" He questions with an amused brow. Y/n rolls her eyes and gets up, "I'm going to go shower."

James groans.

"And if your done moping, you can join me."

.

. @h1storicbabe @mastermindmiko @summer-noir @nevillescomslut

. This didn't meet my expectations, I'm so sorry 😭😭

[herbgerblin]

For fic prompt: #27 Magnulia!! <3

“Can I stay here tonight.”

Anonymous asked: Magnulia + 49. "Stay."

Gonna go two birds with one stone with this one lads!

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Julia: you guys live twenty miles away! and he got here in like! 10 minutes!

Killian: Yah he booked it out the door the second you called him

Carey: I'm surprised he didn't just run the entire way

Julia could feel a warmth bloom in her chest at the thought, so she stopped texting and shoved her phone into her pocket. She paused at the stairs that led down to her basement, and adjusted the towels and clothes that were stacked in her arms. Then she peeked in and scanned the room.

From her vantage point, she could barely make out Magnus's figure in the far corner, opposite the stairs. Or half of him at least. The other half was crouched behind a washing machine.

A washing machine that had, not two minutes prior, blasted him with a surge of water stronger than a fire hydrant.

Fortunately, the water was no longer gushing as it had been. But now the floor was completely soaked, and most of the electronics were disconnected, for fear of an electrical shock. A flashlight angled from the top of a bookshelf illuminated the young man, as he leaned back to pull out a curious piece of plastic from the back of the machine.

Julia chided herself, internally She liked Magnus, and from Killian and Carey's message, she felt pretty certain that Magnus liked her too. They weren't dating, but they weren't not dating. They hadn't put words to the thing they were yet. They had been spending a lot of time with each other for the past month. Julia was starting to feel like words desperately needed to be had.

"Knock knock," Julia said, knocking on the door frame with her free hand. "I grabbed some towels and the biggest clothes I could find." She descended the stairs, stopping at the very last one. "You'll have to come over here, since I'm wearing socks and don't want to get into—"

She gestured at the large puddle currently soaking the carpet.

Magnus, almost too quickly, stood up at the sound of her voice. His movements sent flecks of water flying in all directions. In his mouth was another small flashlight, which was a little blinding to look at head-on. His tall, broad frame cut a dark silhouette in the otherwise empty room. To anyone else, he'd look like a phantom.

To Julia, he was no scarier than a firefly.

He took the flashlight out of his mouth and marched over to her. His sopping boots made a terrible suction noise with every step. The basement air felt cool in the nighttime, and Julia worried that all the water made it much colder. She held out a towel the moment he came within reach.

"That's fair," Magnus replied, taking the towel graciously. "I'm already soaked to the bone. Can't get wetter than this." He plopped it on his head to dry his hair. Julia shuffled in place just a bit.

"The clothes are mostly pajamas," she said. "I'm afraid you'll have to make do with my old volleyball t-shirt. Sorry for not turning off the water before you got here."

"Oh, that's okay!" Magnus said, cheerily. He kept the first towel around his neck and grabbed another one to wipe his arms. "I did get here kind of fast."

An understatement, Julia thought. "Got any clue what's wrong?"

"I think the drain box in your washing machine got backed up. That would explain the--" Magnus gestured at the giant puddle on the floor. Julia nodded. He continued, "Best case scenario, you need a new washing machine. Worst case scenario, you may need to call a contractor for a better look at your water pressure."

“Shit, my budget is kind of tight at the moment," Julia said, biting her lip. Her father was across the country for a tradeshow that week, so she couldn't call him up to lend a hand. "Guess it's trips to the laundromat for a bit."

“I know a couple of warehouses that you could shop around from," Magnus said. "As far as plumbing is concerned, I can’t do the switch myself, but I could go to the hardware store and find the right parts. That might save you some money.”

Julia felt that familiar warmth bloom in her chest once again. She wanted to refuse the kind offer since he'd already gone out of his way here and now. But something told her not to. Instead, she asked, “And how would I pay you back for this?"

“Well…” Magnus mulled it over for a second. “A healthy helping of the Waxmen family quiche would cover a solid portion.”

Julia gave a teasing tilt of her head. “Would a glass of sweet tea and a slice of the Waxmen family apple pie sweeten the deal?”

“Most assuredly," Magnus said, smiling right back. And then he sneezed.

Julia remembered that they were standing in a drafty, dark, and wet basement. She backed up a couple steps and exclaimed, "Oh gods, Magnus. Come on upstairs! You're still soaked!"

"Oh. Yeah, I am," Magnus said, looking down at himself like he'd also completely forgotten. He shook off a few more drips of water and followed her with slow, creaking steps out of the basement. "I found the valve for the washer and turned it off, so you should be able to use water in the rest of the house."

"You're a godsend, you know that?" Julia asked, looking back. She meant it casually, as one does. But the smile on Magnus' face was so lovely, that it made her turn back around and hasten her steps. She had it bad. Bad bad.

They emerged into the hallway, into the warmth and light of the rest of the house. Julia deposited her bundle of clothes in Magnus' hands, then dipped into the kitchen to test the water in the sink. Magnus stayed behind to remove his soaking boots and socks, depositing them politely by the doorway.

“You should take a shower while you're here," Julia called to the hallway. "It's pretty late for cooking, but I'll definitely have a quiche ready tomorrow. You want some hot chocolate?"

"I'd love some," Magnus called back.

Julia whirled around the kitchen, grabbing mugs and cocoa powder and other things. She felt like if she stood still, she would burst like a firework. She wasn't ready to dwell on why she felt that way. So this minor task was a good distraction.

She nearly leaped out of her skin when she caught sight of Magnus in the doorway, still holding the clothes. Still somewhat soaked. He stared at her like he was taking a test he hadn't studied for.

“Um, it’s pretty late right now," he said, sounding much quieter than before.

"It's pretty late right now," Julia repeated. She glanced at the time on her oven. It was late. And he was still at her house.

Magnus cleared his throat. “I wouldn't...I'd hate to impose...usually I...can I stay here tonight? I mean--I can drive back, it would be uh...or, I can always hop over to Merle's, it's not much farther from here, and I'd--"

"Stay," Julia said. Magnus stopped talking.

Julia took a step towards him. She wanted to wrap her arms around those burly shoulders, soaking wet after trying to fix an unruly washing machine, that he had dropped everything to come and assist her with, in the middle of the night. For now, she reached up and gently swiped his messy hair from his eyes. At her touch and her words, Magnus' terrified, uncertain stare melted into delightful admiration.

"My home is your home," Julia said, and meant every word.

[greenlikethesea]

2 and Jargyle for the writing prompt (cause they’re both the chill I wanna see where you might take it)

2. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

For reasons that will be revealed in the next part of the jargyle, I'm taking this a different route. I'm gonna write a little Fair Ithilien snippet! This is set in fall of 2005 -- Jamie Wheeler (Mike and El's kid) is 3.

When Jamie was first born, Jonathan had it all covered. Muscle memory from helping Joyce with Will as a baby, Jonathan was good at covering basic needs. He flew out to Wilmette for the first two months of Jamie's life to make sure El and Mike, you know, actually slept. (He keeps such weird hours anyway, so it isn't as though he'd be harming his health any more than it already.) When Mike drove him to O'Hare in those last days of August, he admitted that they wouldn't have survived those first two months without his help.

But the toddler years are upon them, and this is squarely Argyle's territory.

In almost every way, Jamie Wheeler is Mike. She's got sharp features, a prominent nose and hair so dark it's almost black. But her eyes are all El's, and they stare up at Argyle, wide and glittering, as he makes a cat's cradle with his nimble fingers. She doesn't have a whole lot of words yet, but El and Mike are not worried -- they figure she'll catch up once she's in school.

"How'd you do that?" she squeaks.

"Watch and learn, little lady," Argyle says.

Jonathan's fine. He is. He's so happy that Argyle is truly integrated into his weird, blended family. There's a part of him that wishes Hop was still around to see this truly comical interaction -- the world's tiniest child and a very large, long haired man, both playing a game that Hop himself likely played as a child. Jonathan's content to watch them, make sure that Argyle doesn't get too enthused and forget that she's small. But still, it hurts a little that he's not the fun uncle. He's never been fun. Super serious Jonathan.

"I have to go potty!" Jamie bellows suddenly, and hops off her chair to toddle toward the bathroom. There's a pause where they both make sure she makes it in okay; her shout of "I'M OKAY!" is their cue to not pay as much hawk-eyed attention.

"She's a hoot," Argyle says.

"Sure is," Jonathan says. He isn't sure if she's said three words to him today.

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

There's a mischievous glint in his eye, which makes Jonathan feel more embarrassed that yes, he is jealous. Argyle's widening grin means he's found out, too, so Jonathan just sighs. "Happens with every kid eventually."

"Nah, I'm just the fun uncle," Argyle says. Jonathan's stomach flips, a happy swoop. Even though they've been on the same page, finally, for a while, it still makes him feel gooey whenever Argyle is acknowledged as Jonathan's partner for life, whether by himself or others.

"Kids love a fun uncle," Jonathan says.

"Yeah, they do, but they also love a serious uncle," Argyle says. "She goes to you for the stuff she needs help with."

Jonathan doesn't necessarily feel consoled. He shrugs. "She doesn't really need my help nowadays."

Almost as if on cue, Jamie's little voice wafts into the room. "Uncle Jonathan?"

"She doesn't need your help?" Argyle says, grinning.

Jonathan gives him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Shut up." A little louder: "What's up Jamie baby?"

"Help me wash my hands." she says, a bit too loudly -- she's still mastering indoor voice. Then, as an afterthought: "Pleeeeeeease." Still learning manners, too.

"Notice how she's not asking me to help her with that," Argyle says. "She trusts you."

Jonathan sighs. "We're not done talking about this." But he's smiling as he walks toward the bathroom. "I'm coming, I'm coming..."

[angelatsumu]

hq eyeliner hc's [nsfw]

hey babies! back again with another hc type deal with some of my favorite boys!

boys are: tendou, matsukawa & bokuto <3

basically just brain rot about boys would letting me do their eyeliner <3

warnings: slight dubcon with tendou, puppy!reader, oral (f!receiving), cockwarming, fingering, not proofread

requests are open! please send some requests for anything !!

t.satori

boy definitely loves whenever his good puppy does his eyeliner

let's be honest he does it himself usually

you'd come trotting up with the mischievous look on your face, eyeliner in hand.

he just smiles, sitting on the bed and you stood over him.

a smile grows on his face as he feels you crawling into his lap, straddling his waist.

"puppy's doing so good, hm~" he teases as you wiggle your hips in his lap, trying to get a better look at his eyelids for the eyeliner placement. his hands find your waist, gripping lightly as you wiggle a bit more, earning a low groan from your lover. a blush rose to your cheeks as you felt his growing semi against your backside, hand shakily continuing to apply eyeliner to the right eyelid. a huff leaves your lips when his hands move to smooth over your thighs, spreading instinctively to give him better access to your needy heat. he notices, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. you finally manage to complete the first eye, and just as you were moving toward the second, tendou managed to get his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat. you paused, studying your sly boyfriend's face for faltering. knowing your gaze, his eyes remained closed with a coy smirk on his face as his hand began to slowly rub between your folds, gently grazing your clit with each stroke. "hmph," you whimpered, retreating backward so you sat on the edge of his lap, hands just out of reach from your cunny. Tendou lets out a sigh, hands finding your hips and dragging you back into his lap, hard-on pressing into your heat intentionally. "finish what you started, puppy, or i wont be nice." you blushed at his words, craning your neck to begin work on his second eye. Tendou's fingers skillfully swipe aside your panties to collect your slick, spreading it over your clit with a pleased groan. Your cunny clenched around nothing as you whined, arching your back so your bodies pressed closer together. "puppy~" he scolded teasingly, pressing tight circles into your clit as you began to writhe beneath him. "tori, no fair," you whined softly, trying your hardest to focus on the last swipe of eyeliner. just as the pencil met his eyelid, tendou's two fingers penetrated your tight hole, walls immediately fluttering around him as your climax came closer. you whined once more, pressing your hips further onto his fingers in a wonton attempt to get some release. "i warned you~" tendou scolds, fingers moving at a punishing pace as his freehand circles around to rub tight circles into your swollen clit. "please, i-i'm so close~" he would rolls his eyes if they were open at your whining, and you knew that as your legs began to shake, body growing hot as your boyfriend continued to pleasure you. just as you feel that tight coil about to snap, tendou's ministrations on your needy heat cease, and he peaks an eye open to take in the disappointed look on your face. tears start to form in the corners of your eyes as you needily press your thirsty cunt into his hand, making a sloppy attempt of fucking his fingers. Tendou groans in annoyance, swatting at your clit which sends a jolt through your body. "eyeliner, pup. that's all you asked for." you know he's teasing but you can't help but cry a little at the thought of him doing this to you again. just as you go in for your second attempt, tendou's fingers are working you again. his fingers are crossed this time, giving you an irresistible feeling that with any clit stimulation would send you barreling to the edge. you begin to protest, not wanting to be edged right now—you were so sensitive for him, and this he adored more than anything—but tendou shuts you up. "you don't get to tell me no until you finish the fucking thing you begged me to do," he huffs, smirking at the whimper and feel of your salty tears on his skin. tendou loved you, but he loved being mean, too. finally, you finish the swipe across his eyelid, hoping that tendou's merciless behavior ceases, but he has other plans. his eyes flutter open, immediately pinned on you as his free hand once again finds your clit, rubbing figure-eights that have you seeing stars. the way you're squeezing him is driving him crazy, and all he knows is that he needs you to cream for him. your legs start shaking and you collapse against his chest, crying out his name as your orgasm washes over you in waves. his hands never stop pumping in your addictive cunny, and tendou smiles

down at you as if to say, "we aren't done yet".

m.issei

he let you do it when he saw you watching a tiktok of some dude saying he wanted a girl to sit in his lap and do his eyeliner

the issue wasn't that you were allowed to do it, it was that he knew your plan and he played dumb the entire day about it

i mean mans knows you did his eyeliner so that he would get all horny and fuck your brains out, but mans plays the long game

issei just really wants his puppy to beg to be touched like the touch-starved girl she is

"you've been following me around all day, y/n". his voice almost sounds annoyed, but you know that isn't the case. your boyfriend lived for how needy you were with him, but he enjoyed the occasional front to seem less whipped. "i am your puppy, after-all," you retorted, as slight blush at your own words on your cheeks. issei pauses, turning around to see you standing there with your hands crossed over your chest, pout in full-effect. he grins, eyes raking over your form slowly before he rolls his eyes and turns around once more. "if you're gonna stand there, at least help me put the dishes away," he snarks, and you sigh, being the obedient girl he knew you to be. as you're putting the last few dishes into the dishwasher, you feel issei's palm press into your lower back. a sigh leaves your lips as he takes place behind you, leaning so his lips were against your skin. "how about you get a better look at this eyeliner between your legs, hm?" an audible whimper leaves your lips as your tease of a boyfriend backs away, feigning innocence as he looks for an imaginary beverage in the fridge. "issei~" you whine softly, making your way over to him. he glances at you with a smirk on his face, eyebrows raised in fake surprise. "Hm, so horny puppy forgot her manners~" He's teasing and you know it, but you can't bother with games when he stands before you like this, grey sweats hanging low on his hips and hair disheveled. you try to pry your eyes from the prominent dick print, just enough to not get caught, but matsun's chuckle gives it away. matsun closes the fridge, moving to tower over you before backing you into the counter. "staring is impolite, puppy." his arms take place on either side of the counter, caging you in as you let out a whine. he notices your neediness, especially in the way you move your thighs together to create friction for that desperate clit of yours. your lover smirks down at you, shaking his head as he immediately drops to his knees. "you might wanna hold on, puppy~ " before you can process his words, issei's gotten your panties off, forcing them into your mouth. He raises his shirt you're wearing, eyes marveling at your cunny. he breathes in your scent like it's his last breath, licking his lips hungrily as he does so. issei hoists your right leg over his shoulder, sliding in closer to your needy heat. matsun's tongue licks a fat stripe between your folds, warm muscle sending involuntary chills down your spine. his eyes peer up at you, watching your face contort as he delicately presses his tongue into your clit, slowly drawing circles there. a gutteral groan leaves his lips as he feels your slick covering his mouth and cheeks, moving his tongue to lap up the entirety of your cunny at a faster but precise pace. your hands take purchase in his hair as he circles your clit once more, paying close attention the shuddering of your body with each stroke. his hands have a tight grip on your legs as he uses his left to hoist your left leg over his shoulder, rendering you helpless to his will. he pressed your further into the counter, groaning as you involuntary buck your hips against his tongue, desperate to feel his hot muscle inside your cunt. "behave, puppy," he scolds you, continuing to sloppily lap up your wetness as he feels your body quake beneath him. he needs you to cum, so desperate to satisfy his needy puppy after denying her for so long—for him. issei moves his tongue to your entrance, circling sloppily before pushing the muscle into your pulsing walls, and the pull on his hair tells him all he needs to know. matsun's tongue thrashes within you, moving at just enough speed you're seeing stars and losing your grip on your release. he manages to slide a hand between the two of you, massaging your clit with gentle rigor, and moaning into your heat, using the entirety of his tongue to lap up your slick. with a final pinch of your clit combined with the pressure of his tongue thwarting inside you, your orgasm washes over you and you're seeing white, nothing but issei matters as your hips buck wildly

against him. he grins into your cunny, knowing he's done well for his puppy.

b. koutaro

loves the eyeliner in the boys lap trend!

would probably see you doing it one day, and he's like hm?

and then he sees a tiktok of a dude saying he loves when his girl does eyeliner in his lap, and he's like uh, yeah?

so he sends you the tiktok, and you're more than happy to fulfill his fantasy or whatever

he, being the needy boy he is, suggests cockwarming while doing his eyeliner. (bo loves cockwarming doing anything but that's for another day)

"come on, puppy, please~" he whines, legs spread with a hand down his grey sweatpants. you sighed, your strong will wearing thin whenever your boyfriend gave you the puppy dog eyes. bo' loved you and he was constantly looking for ways to keep you guessing, keep you excited about his touch. he knew he never had to try very hard, but still he enjoyed the chase of it all. you clambered into your boyfriends lap, sinking onto his length slowly with a wince. he grinned at your faintly pained expression, knowing his girth always took you off guard. you sat in his lap, smiling at his excited features and he blushed softly under your gaze. it took everything in him not to tear you apart, completely disregarding the eyeliner. as you got situated, your velvety walls clenched around earning light whimpers from your beloved himbo. he grimaced, knowing he didn't want to ruin the intimate experience at hand. "please just start, puppy," he whined, wriggling under your touch as he grew restless. you smirked at him, enamored by your easily excitable boyfriend. you reached to start the first swipe of eyeliner on his left eye, straining in his lap to reach his eyes. as you approached, bo couldn't keep his eyes off of where you two were connected, and that made you blush. "kou, please close your eyes," you huffed and he obliged. his hands instinctively found your waist as you wiggled in his lap once more, his cock twitched inside you at the slight movement. a soft whimper left your lips at the sensation as you struggled to remain focused on the task at hand. with the first swipe across his eyelid, kou thrusted lightly into you, growing too restless to sit still. "bokuto~" you whimpered, withdrawing your hand and lightly pinching his cheek as you shifted attention to the other eyelid. "hurry up and finish so I can fuck you, puppy~" his tone was gruff and urgent, and you blushed, nodding softly. needless to say, the second swipe took no longer than two seconds and your brains were fucked out instantly.

admin: i hope you all enjoyed!! also, thanks for 99 followers <3

[bakubub]

In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

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Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

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Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

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[mxchellesworld]

company

Spencer Reid x Reader x Luke Alvez

Synopsis; where Spencer invites someone into your bedroom

Warnings; smut, degrading/praise, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), spanking, creampie, if i’m missing any let me know

a/n; woo hoo part 2!! hope yall enjoy the continuation to this little blurb:)

requests are now open

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"Strip and get on the bed on all fours. Luke you take her mouth, I don't wanna hear her whining."

You didn't waste any time in starting to unbutton your dress shirt., shifting your eyes from both men in the room. Both of them watching you like their prey as your outer layers started shedding.

"Stop."

Your hands left the buckle of your belt and went straight to your sides, "Did I do something wrong?" you questioned.

"No bunny you didn't do anything wrong," Spencer said looking down at you. He let his hand travel down from the curve of your face to your shoulder, pulling on the strand of your bra until it fell limp to the side.

You could feel the second pair of brown eyes watching the interaction in awe. Both you and Spencer shifted your eyes over to Luke. The growing tent in his pants and heavy breathing giving him away.

"Alvez I think you should do the honors of taking these off. It's only fair since you look at them so often," Spencer spoke looking the other man up and down.

Luke shifted over closer to the both of you, crossing his arms. You bit your lip at the sight of fabric stretching over his biceps.

"Reid are you sure. We don't have to do this if either of you is uncomfortable."

Spencer let out a dry chuckle at his friends words, "I'm far from uncomfortable but our little bunny might be," he said looking back down at you.

The way you kept rubbing your legs together was a tell of your impending arousal.

"She knows her words if she wants to stop. Tell me them again," he said tapping the side of your cheek.

"Yellow for slow down or change what we're doing. Red means stop Sir."

"Good girl bunny," Spencer praised with a genuine smile, "Now are you gonna keep her waiting?"

Luke kneeled on the bed a few inches away from you gazing in your eyes. You nodded with a smile leaning back on your elbows, spreading your legs as in invitation to the bigger male. He spared Spencer one last glance before letting his hands go to the buckle of your belt.

With steady, strong hands he quickly undid it and moved on to the button and zipper. Soon enough he was tugging your pants down your legs. A groan left his lips at the noticeable wet patch on your cotton panties.

You both looked back up and Spencer for directions on what to do next. You figured Luke was waiting out of respect for being invited in. He didn't really seem like the type to wait for what he wanted.

"All fours bunny and keep that mouth open, tongue out." From that position you were level with the bulge heavy insides Lukes pants.

Spencer spoke up but it sounded distant. You could only guess it was from the chair in the corner of the room.

"Don't hold back now Luke, she's all yours."

Your insides churned in anticipation. Veiny hands came into view as Luke started fiddling with his own belt and pants. You looked up at him and noticed how his jaw was clenched. Shallow breathes leaving his chest.

Your eyes widened once he pushed down his briefs. His cock was thick and tan, veins running along the whole thing leading up to the tuft of curly hair at the base.

One of his hands was in your hair while the other was guiding his length to your awaiting mouth. The salty taste of precum hit your tongue making a moan leave your throat. Slowly he guided it in your warm mouth. Teasing and testing strokes as a preparation for what was to come.

From the corner you could hear another zipper coming down and the ruffling of clothes. You ached to look back and see what Spencer was doing but at the same time you didn't wanna miss a minute of the sight above you.

Luke, who was able to see the view of his taller counterpart was ready to give a show. With both hands placed sturdily in your hair he moved his hips with a quicker rhythm in and out of your mouth.

The sound of his curses and groans went straight to your aching cunt. You could feel the arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Fuck," you heard come from the man above you, "taking this dick so well babydoll."

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head at the praise. The noises stuck in your throat doing wonders, adding extra stimulation onto the cock deep in your throat.

"God you're so greedy bunny," came from Spencer. His voice got closer until you felt a large warm hand on your behind. You felt the slap before you heard it. Causing another moan to leave your mouth.

You felt a dip in the bed as he settled behind you. A second slap was placed on your other cheek, quickly followed by his hands groping your covered core. His fingers dipped into the sides of your panties tugging them down your thighs.

His slender digits could be felt running through your folds, spreading your arousal. Your hips kept bucking up into his hand as he kept on moving it whenever he got close to where you needed him most.

You knew tears would come to your eyes in no time. Not just from the gagging you were doing but from the constant loss of touch on your needy, weeping pussy.

In a sign of mercy Luke pulled his cock out of your mouth to give you a chance to suck in as much air as you could. A trail of spit from where you lost contact stuck to your chin.

"Did you need something bunny," came from the teasing voice behind you.

You turned your head and looked at him with needy eyes, "Please fuck me Sir."

Luke tugged on your hair, bringing your head to his thigh, "Is my cock not enough for you princessa?" he spoke, accent dripping off his tongue, "you just need every hole filled to be satisfied huh."

Spencer landed another slap to your backside causing you to whimper, "Of course she does. Nothing but a greedy slut whenever cock is around."

Without warning you felt the tip of his cock slide through your folds, coating himself in your essence before sliding in your tight heat. The groan he let out was gutteral. You could feel his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled out and pushed back in.

Luke took this as a sign to slip back in to your mouth. His grip on your hair was anything but soft.

All three of your moans filled the room and probably drifted on to your poor neighbors. The sound of skin slapping and sticky wet sounds echoed off the walls.

"That's it bunny taking both of us so well. Just a little hole for us to fill up," Spencer said drilling into your sopping cunt.

"I'm so close princessa," Luke huffed out, "gonna cum deep down this little throat."

Spencer felt your walls clench at Lukes words and let out a chuckle. With one hand he reached down and spared some attention to your neglected bud. Quick circles caused the heat in your tummy to grow.

Suddenly Lukes motions stopped. Your nose was met with the dark curls as he shot his load in the back of your throat. His groans were like music to your ears. You watched in awe as his chest heaved up and down. The sweat dripping down his neck was visible where his shirt was unbuttoned.

"Swallow it princessa," he said commandingly looking down at you with his lust filled orbs.

There was little hesitation in following his orders. You stuck your tongue out as proof of compliance. He leaned down and met your lips in a rough kiss.

"Such a good little whore for us bunny," Spencer rasped behind you.

You nodded your head, tilting it back for Luke to continue his trail of wet kisses down your neck, "Please wanna cum Sir. Need it please!"

"What do you think Luke? Does she deserve it?"

Both men chuckled at your insistent whines and mewls.

"Go head princessa be a good girl and cum on his cock," Luke whispered before biting on your collar bone.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you felt the waves wash over you. Curses of Spencer's name left your lips as you fell limp onto Lukes lap. The former finishing soon after, ropes of his warm seed filled your insides. He pulled out sitting back on his heels watching the sticky cum drip out of your stretched hole and down your thighs.

The three of you layed on the bed waiting for your breathing to even out. The silence was comfortable until Spencer spoke up, "Lets clean you up bunny." A noise of discontent left your lips as you started to get up.

"I guess I should head out then," Luke said running a hand through his hair.

You and Spencer shared a look before you replied, "I mean you could go..or you could stay. We have a pretty big bathtub. Right Sir," you said looking back up at Spencer.

"Right we do Bunny," he said leading you into the bathroom, "Choice is yours Alvez," he called back with a knowing smirk.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: Things finally explode between you and Nate, and Pietro decides to get to the bottom of whatever is going on between you and Wanda, though in usual Pietro fashion AKA not subtly at all

warning/s: none.

author's note: this is very beefy, i must admit, but i think you'll all enjoy the outcome 😂💘

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Dinner with the Maximoffs wasn't as strange as I envisioned. Her parents were sweet and the twins did their best to make me feel comfortable. Wanda still seemed mildly frustrated whenever Pietro and I would talk though, and I figured she may have thought I was lying when I told her I didn't like him like that. I hoped that wasn't the case.

After dinner, Wanda took me upstairs to show me her bedroom. I'm not sure how to describe it other than it seemed so Wanda.

"I'm guessing red is your favourite colour," I said when I saw the hints of scarlet in her bedroom. On her walls, in her bedding, on her pillows. Just like her car and her jacket, they were all bright and very her.

"Great observation, Sherlock," she teased with a sly smile.

I returned the smile, sticking my tongue out at her playfully, before having a walk around and coming across her massive CD collection and CD player. Her music taste was actually quite similar to mine, which I definitely didn't expect. It just made her ten times more attractive to me which wasn't good, but oh well. I was here for a good time, not a long time. And my crush on Wanda Maximoff would surely be the death of me.

"D'you have any CDs at all?" she asked, joining my side when she noticed me staring at the shelf.

I crossed my arms, glancing at her. "Don't get me wrong. I'd love to collect them, but it's just so much easier to have Spotify, y'know?"

My intention wasn't to make her laugh, but God I was glad I did when her eyes crinkled and the sound rang around the room, making my heart pinch with adoration.

After giving me some of her pyjamas, the two of us got ready and brushed our teeth before I realised she wanted me to share bed with her.

"You wanna watch some TV before bed?" she asked, clearly not registering my hesitance to slide into her Queen-sized bed.

I swallowed hard. "S-sure."

She turned on the TV at the end of her bed as I slipped in beside her, still a bit rigid as I kept a fair distance from her.

"What you feeling? Comedy? Drama? Horror?"

"Anything is fine with me," I said, still tense.

She hummed in acknowledgement before leaning down on her pile of pillows behind her, edging closer to me. My heart was hammering in my chest as her hair tickled my arm from where she was laying.

"You comfortable?" she checked in, leaning backwards so her head was upside down to see me. "I have more pillows if you need them."

I offered her a small smile, hoping it disguised my nerves. "I'm good."

She nodded before flicking through the channels and eventually settling on reruns of The Office. It took time, but I eventually overcame my initial shock of sharing bed with the girl I had a major crush on and instead relaxed, getting comfortable under the covers.

After watching some TV, we called it a night and fell asleep quite quickly, the day taking its toll on us. For once, I wasn't panicking about doing something stupid. I simply fell asleep, trying to ignore the heat she emanated from beside me.

It was a peaceful night – her bed was super comfortable – and I woke up to the sound of Wanda moving about in her bedroom.

"Shoot, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked when she saw me moving about under the blankets. I tried to blink away the sleep as she continued, "I was gonna wake you soon. School starts in an hour."

I rubbed my eyes, yawning, before sitting up and seeing she was practically already dressed. That meant she would have been up for a while, meaning she would have seen me fast asleep. God, I hated when people saw me sleeping. It always felt so weird.

"It's okay," I got out tiredly, before running a hand through my hair.

"You sleep well?" she asked, spinning around in her chair, her makeup half done. "I tried my very best not to use you as a teddy bear."

She was joking, but I felt my neck grow warm at the thought and damn, it was just way too early to be flustered.

"Yeah, I slept great," I settled, feeling her gaze on me. "Thanks again for having me over."

"Anytime," she said, and something told me it wasn't just a friendly response but that she actually meant it. Maybe it was the kind smile on her lips as she said so. "Just like last night, if you wanna use anything in the bathroom, go for it."

I gave her a thumbs up, taking a moment to wake myself up a little more, before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned to Wanda's room, I saw she'd already made the bed and had laid my clothes on top of it.

"I've got a shirt you can borrow," she said when I grabbed my jeans.

"Oh, I can just wear the same thing again, it's no biggie," I told her, already grabbing my shirt.

She pouted before grabbing a shirt from her closet. "Just hold on. You'll love it."

In no time, she came out from her closet and held out a Paramore tee shirt on a hanger towards me.

"I got it from the last concert I went to," she explained. "I thought you'd like it."

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Wow, Wanda. Really? You don't mind?"

She nodded, shaking the shirt as emphasis for me to take it. I did, having a look over it and smiling to myself.

"I'll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow," I promised, taking it off the hanger and holding it with my jeans. "Thanks."

"You can keep it," she said, scratching the back of her head apprehensively. "I've got loads."

"Oh, no, I can't do that," I began to deny, but she shook her head.

"It's fine, I'm giving it to you," she said, before smiling sweetly. "I'm sure you'll look better in it anyway."

Again with the warmth spreading up my neck...

"I doubt that," I quipped with a small smile.

"Go! Go get changed," she said, already pushing me towards the door. "I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."

I snickered, letting her shove me into the hallway, before heading into the bathroom to get ready. The shirt was oversized, so there was no need to be worried it wouldn't fit. It was actually really nice, plus I liked it that extra bit more knowing Wanda gave it to me. Though I knew I wouldn't keep it. It was hers and she was just being nice.

When I finished making myself look presentable, I headed downstairs and found the twins at the kitchen counter, chatting between themselves. Their chatter ceased when I walked in, with Wanda biting her lip and looking me up and down with satisfaction.

"I was right," was all she said, making me nervous. "You do look better in it than me."

—

The day after that, I did as I said I would and returned Wanda's shirt to her, washed, folded and ironed. Knowing she wouldn't accept it without a fight, I left it in her bag when she wasn't looking during class.

I should have expected her to approach me at my locker afterwards.

"It was supposed to be a gift," she said, and I saw her pretty face reflected in the mirror hung inside my locker.

I turned around, already knowing what she was talking about.

"I told you I couldn't accept," I said politely, giving her a small smile. "I appreciate it though." She seemed disappointed which obviously didn't help with my feelings for her, so I took a leap and added, "Maybe I can get my own at their next concert. In the summer, right?"

She picked up on what I meant and smiled, stifling a laugh. Running a hand through her hair, she met my gaze and I found myself frozen in place as always, unable to look away. I wondered if she knew what she was doing when she did that, knew that she was giving me heart palpitations every time her lips turned into a playful smirk and dark eyes studied me curiously.

My eyes drifted to her lips subconsciously and she must have put on some lip balm or something, prior to finding me just now, as they looked shiny and pink and just so damn kissable. Nate was one lucky guy.

—

Having faced issues with Nate three times now (AKA the three times he happened to launch a football at my head), I'd figured I wouldn't be seeing the last of him. He was a dick, meaning he had a natural inclination to piss people off, particularly me. But I never thought he'd go for Y/BF/N.

We were chilling by our lockers, chatting about his film project, when his books suddenly got knocked out of his hands and he was shoved against the lockers. I straightened up when I saw it was Nate, looking pissed off as he had Y/BF/N's shirt bundled in his fist.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, trying to shove him off, but he merely pushed me back.

"This isn't your business," he said to me before glaring at Y/BF/N, who was quiet with panic. "You. You've been hanging around my girlfriend and I don't like it."

The colour drained from Y/BF/N's face as Nate slammed his hand to the lockers beside his head, startling him.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from Wanda!" he ordered, and students were starting to pick up on the fight that was clearly about to break out. "You fucking hear me, you nerd? Stay the fuck away!"

Poor Y/BF/N nodded his head, eyes avoiding Nate's. Meanwhile, I was angrier than Nate probably was. Y/BF/N had done nothing wrong. Maybe Nate had just seen Wanda hanging with me and because Y/BF/N was always with me, assumed the worst. Either way, this was no way to handle the situation and I was not gonna let this dick threaten my friend.

"Get the fuck away from him, Nate," I said through gritted teeth, glaring a hole into the side of his head.

Nate barely glanced my way. "I told you this isn't your business, honey."

"Five seconds," I said, standing behind him as a crowd began to form. "You've got five seconds or I'm gonna kick you."

He seemed to ignore me as he tightened his grip on Y/BF/N's shirt, only pissing me off more.

"Five," I began to count down, the grip on my books tightening with nerves and anger. "Four."

He still didn't look my way, just kept slapping Y/BF/N's face to scare him.

"Three, two, one," I said quickly, tired of giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Without waiting anymore, I kicked him between the legs with full force, watching as he instantly let go of Y/BF/N and doubled over. Everybody began to laugh, some making 'ooh' noises, but the consensus was clear – it definitely sucked to be Nate right now.

I tried not to laugh as I watched his face scrunch with pain, turning red. I was starting to appreciate my choice of wearing my doc marten boots today.

"No more balls for the guy who keeps throwing them at my fucking head," I got out, jaw clenching.

He looked up, his face crossing with realisation as he recognised me. In response, he glared in my direction, but it didn't faze me.

"Come on, Y/BF/N," I said, looking to my startled friend. "Let's go."

"What on Earth is going on over here?!" a teacher's voice rang out in the distance, and I groaned internally.

When I turned to leave, I heard Nate from behind me, grunting with dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' dyke," he mumbled under his breath, and I paused, clenching my fists.

"Y/N, don't–" Y/BF/N tried to stop me, but I was too pissed to care.

I spun around and punched Nate square in the face, feeling good as his smirking face scrunched in pain and his back hit the lockers from the impact.

"Woah!" a teacher came out of nowhere, shoving herself between us and pushing me away from him. "What the hell is going on here?!"

I shook my hand to ease the pain on my knuckles, though the pain couldn't stop the grin on my lips as Nate raised his hands to his face, holding his busted nose. Students were going crazy, egged on by the potential fight, and for once, I didn't mind the attention. Nate had that coming for a while now.

"Everybody back to class! Now!" the teacher yelled, glaring all around her, before her eyes settled on Nate and I. "You two. Nurse's office now."

Nate glared at me behind his bloody nose and, once again, I tried not to laugh. Y/BF/N patted my back, amazement written on his face, before letting me leave with the teacher and an unusually silent Nate.

—

Kicking Nate in the groin and punching him in the face wasn't something I did to get attention, yet that's exactly what happened. Word of the incident spread around the school quite quickly, so much in fact that even students from other grades became aware of the situation and were approaching me to tell me how awesome I was. The whole thing was definitely strange, but I could tolerate it.

What I couldn't tolerate was having Chemistry after lunch and wondering if Wanda knew.

Would she hate me for punching her boyfriend? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when she walked into class and sat next to me, I felt everyone's eyes subtly watching us as if waiting for her to explode at me.

I'd been given an ice pack for my bruised hand after my visit to the nurse's office earlier whilst Nate had been treated for his broken nose (the fact that I'd broken it was hilarious to me, since I knew I wasn't even that strong). The principal had a very angry yell at us both in his office, neither of us willing to reveal the premise of our fight, before giving us detention every day after school for two weeks straight as punishment. Of course, Nate got his two weeks at a different time to mine for fear I'd punch him again (he definitely didn't like that, but he couldn't exactly say that to to principal).

I didn't bother using the ice pack in Chemistry for fear Wanda may ask what was up. I successfully managed to hide my hand and as a second surprise of the day, Wanda mentioned nothing about the incident. Not one thing about her boyfriend, about Y/BF/N, about any of it. I thought she might hint at it, trying to get me to bring it up. But she didn't which made me think she actually had no idea it even happened. Had anyone told her? Had he told her? Nah, probably not. His fragile masculinity probably caused him to change the story to something else so he didn't look like a wimp in front of his girlfriend.

Whatever it was, I was safe for now.

Thinking I'd got away with a confrontation from Wanda, I went about the rest of my day as usual. Well, that was until I was replacing some books in my locker at the end of the day and saw Wanda at her locker behind me, arguing with– yep, you guessed it. Nate.

Y/BF/N was collecting some books from his own locker beside me and we both exchanged looks as we saw the two lovebirds in a heated argument. Just when we were about to leave, someone cleared their throat from behind us, making us turn around.

Wanda was stood there, backpack hanging from her shoulder, beside Nate, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hi," he started quietly, making Wanda clear her throat. He glanced at her before looking to Y/BF/N. "Look, man, I'm really sorry about earlier. I was wrong about what I said. We cool?"

I tried not to laugh at the way Nate was being forced to apologise by his girlfriend. Y/BF/N glanced to me with questioning eyes, so I simply shrugged.

"I guess...," he finally answered Nate, still a little awkward.

Nate nodded before looking to me. He still had his reservations, judging from the twitch in his expression, but for Wanda's sake, he kept his cool.

"I'm sorry for treating you badly," he said reluctantly. "With the football and just generally."

God, it was so hard not to laugh in his face right now. His nose had gauze taped to it and it made him look like an idiot. I fake coughed to disguise my smile, before meeting his gaze.

"It's, er, cool," I said, not in the mood to be an arsehole to him, even though he deserved it. I'd punched him – I think we were equal for now.

He nodded, before staying quiet. Glancing to Wanda, he waited for her to say something. She rolled her eyes and nodded for him to leave. When he was gone, she sighed tiredly.

"I only heard about what happened after Chem class," she said, mainly to me, a guilty expression on her lips. "I'm so sorry he acted like a jerk."

I chewed my lip, unsure what to say.

"It's okay, Y/N here took care of it," Y/BF/N said, smiling with amusement at me. Okay, well now she definitely knew.

"Yeah, sorry you felt you had to do that," she said with a grimace. "I guess he deserved it though."

"Kind of," I agreed, before noticing the regretful frown on her lips. "He apologised though. It's already happened. I kinda broke his nose... No point in dwelling on it."

She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah..." Her eyes fell to my bruised hand before lifting it gently. I winced at the ache, but let her hold it, studying the purple bruise painted across my knuckles. "That looks bad."

It felt good punching him though, but I wasn't about to say that since it was her boyfriend I was talking about.

"It's alright," I said dismissively, shrugging. "Nate kind of got it worse. I'll live."

The pad of her thumb stroked the bruise gently and I held my breath, the feeling of her hands holding mine sending shivers up my arm. Her eyes flickered to mine, softened with guilt, before she let go of my hand.

"I should head home," she said after a pause. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Y/BF/N said for both of us, sensing my loss of words.

Wanda held my gaze once more, eyes half lidded as they glanced down. Before I could even question what she was looking at, she waved goodbye and left.

"She's either starting to realise what a dick her boyfriend is or she's just really into you," Y/BF/N said, patting me on the back. "Maybe both, who knows?"

—

"You definitely cheated," I told Y/BF/N once we finished yet another round of air hockey. "Nobody wins six times in a row like that!"

He laughed at my expression. "Tell me, dear Y/N. How would I cheat? The concept of the game is simple, really. It's not my fault you're terrible."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "Seventh time's the charm. C'mon."

He chuckled, about to put more money in the machine, before his eyes got distracted by something behind me. "Well, would you look at that. The Maximoff twins are here."

"Very funny," I said with a knowing look. "You can't throw me off like that. We've established I'm already terrible. Now c'mon. Let's go!"

"I wish I was joking," he said, shaking his head.

I scoffed, not believing him, and turned around to prove him wrong, but I was surprised when I saw Wanda and Pietro walking into the arcade we were in. They seemed to spot us instantly, waving in our direction before approaching us.

"Fancy seeing you here," Pietro teased with a smile as they stopped before us.

I cracked a smile as Y/BF/N joined my side. "We're hanging out. And you?"

Wrapping an arm around his sister's shoulder, he tugged Wanda close to him. "Sibling bonding time."

Wanda rolled her eyes at his childishness, but I could tell she found it endearing all the same.

"Well, if you want, you can hang with us," Y/BF/N offered, and we all looked to him, myself raising a brow his way. He seemed to sense my reluctance, it egging him on as he grinned at them. "Y/N doesn't mind. Do you, Y/N?"

I swallowed hard as I looked between the twins. "'Course not."

And that's how I found myself playing arcade games with the Maximoff twins that Saturday afternoon. It was actually pretty fun, with Pietro being as competitive as I was and Wanda being the sweetest loser with everything she played. It was so adorable, but I ended up letting her win some games of skee-ball just so I could see that cute nose scrunch of hers as she realised she'd won.

"You gonna let me win like that, too?" Pietro caught on as he took his sister's place in playing against me. He had a mischievous grin on his lips and I felt my mouth go dry at what he was implying.

"You wish," I said, playing it cool, though I wondered if he cared that I clearly let Wanda win. He wouldn't read into it, right?

Pietro took his go as he spoke. "So, I heard what happened with you and Nate at school last week."

I closed my eyes, cringing at the reminder. Pietro merely laughed.

"You kicked him super hard, right?" he asked excitedly. "I heard his face went so red with anger that you could fry an egg on it! And don't forget that punch, goddamn what I would pay to have seen that!"

"Pietro!" Wanda scolded from behind us as her and Y/BF/N played air hockey. "Don't be a tool!"

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as Pietro continued to laugh. Y/BF/N joined in whilst Wanda tried to hide the smile dancing on her lips.

"You're not even together anymore," Pietro called to Wanda between laughter. Wait, did I hear that right?

"You and Nate broke up?" Y/BF/N asked with disbelief. "Our grade's 'it' couple broke up?"

Wanda ran a hand through her hair to distract from her flittering eyes. "He treated you horribly last week. Both of you." She glanced my way before looking at her shoes. "He was a jerk. It was long overdue... Also, I would have broken up with him there and then had I known what he'd said to you. I'm sorry he said what he did."

She stared at me with apologetic eyes and I wasn't sure what to say or do other than nod awkwardly and look away. The fact that she'd broken up with him put a smile on my face though.

"I just think it's awesome," Pietro admitted, before saluting playfully to me. "Thank you for your service. I knew you were awesome, but this is a whole new level."

I sighed, attempting to hide my smile, before straightening up to play. Pietro and I played some skee-ball before I decided to have a go at the claw machine. Wanda was at the one beside me, attempting to win herself a fluffy black cat plush toy. She'd had three goes before giving up, admitting to defeat.

"Typical Wanda," Pietro teased. "Giving up when the going gets tough."

She punched him in the arm, making him jump and rub it. That elicited a smile from her, making me laugh at their immaturity.

"How about Wanda and I go and get a table in the diner next door whilst you finish up winning whatever it is you're trying to win?" Y/BF/N asked, looking to me, as if assigning blame.

"I already told you, I'm not leaving this machine until I win at least one thing," I stated stubbornly.

"The amount of money you've put into the machine won't make up for whatever you win," Y/BF/N teased with amusement.

"Just go," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I'll be there soon."

"I'll wait with her," Pietro said, resting a hand on my shoulder, making me shrug him off jokingly. "See you soon," he added with a laugh, to his sister and Y/BF/N.

When they left, I looked to Pietro with an amused smile. "I don't need you to look after me, y'know."

He shrugged and looked through the glass of the claw machine. "I know. But I stayed to give you some advice, princess."

"Oh, really? And what advice is that?" I asked, before putting some coins in the machine to have another go.

"People usually tend to win these things for people they like, right?" he asked, nodding to the plush toys in the machine.

"Or for themselves," I corrected with a curious smile. "Take Wanda for example. How badly did she want that cat?"

He crossed his arms, smiling with amusement. "You could win it for her, y'know."

"What?" I asked, half paying attention as I attempted to grab a teddy bear.

"Win the cat for my sister and give it to her?"

I ended up dropping the teddy from the claw as I looked to Pietro with shock. He laughed at my expression, leaning against the machine.

"You do like her, right? Otherwise this is awkward," he added as an afterthought, looking down and smiling to himself.

My jaw hung open. "I– er– I never really– I don't–"

"She must definitely like you," Pietro noted, glancing at me.

I licked my lips as I found my words. "Did she," I cleared my throat, "did she say something?"

"Well, no," he said, "but she looks like she wants to murder me every time I hang out with you."

"That's just a coincidence," I said, shaking my head and looking back to the machine. "She's not–" I thought about, before shaking my head again. "No."

I appreciated Pietro's help, but Wanda definitely didn't like me like that. She was just protective of her brother and friendly to me. It didn't mean anything.

"Look, you don't have to listen to me," he said, straightening up and looking at the machine as I slotted another coin in. "But you could give it a shot. See what happens."

I glanced at him, his blue eyes watching me knowingly, a matching smirk on his lips.

"Fine," I gave in, hoping it wouldn't backfire. "Let's see what happens..."

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Because I couldn’t resist asking for another prompt:

Showering together

- Thorne Jamison x Peter Vincent

It's been forever since I've written these disasters together!

Now, sadly, I have to follow tumblr's guidelines, or else I'll get in trouble, so this is strictly fluff.

On with the fic!

--

"You look a fuckin' mess, sweetheart." Thorne said instead of saying hello or asking if Peter was alright.

Peter, for his part, glared at him and shoved past to get into the suite, removing his filthy, leather jacket, and shaking out his hair, ash and dust coming from it. "Well, when one is out and about, killin' a roamin' gang of vampires to keep people alive in this city, you're gonna end up gettin' dirty."

Thorne shrugged, fair point. But hey, he wasn't the one who decided to become a real-life Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Hm, he wondered if he should suggest to Peter that he should dress a bit more like her, he was sure that the actor could pull off her looks. "Nice." He said quietly to himself, which got him a look from Peter.

"What's nice?"

"Your ass in those jeans, for one." Thorne smirked, walking over and giving him a pinch, making Peter stand up straight with a squeak. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, then we can chill or somethin'."

"It's three in the mornin', shouldn't you be sleepin'?"

"If I was, then why did you bother coming here?"

"I figured you were still up, considering that text you sent me." Peter said, and Thorne grinned wickedly before making his way to the bathroom.

Peter entered a second later, now without boots and socks, down to just his impossibly-tight jeans and a shirt that might have once been designer but clearly became a hunting shirt. He raised an eyebrow at Thorne who had just kicked off his sweatpants. "You joinin'?" He asked.

"I'm up for giving you a wash." Thorne winked and tossed his shirt across the room, missing the hamper by a foot. "Now, strip."

"Yes, sir." Peter stuck out his tongue and quickly got out of his clothes, and they entered the standing shower together.

Thorne hummed something to himself as he moved behind Peter, grabbing for the shampoo. "Gonna make you nice and clean, not havin' a dusty, bloody Vincent in my bed tonight."

"Must you be such a cock about things? I'm trying to have a nice time." Peter huffed.

"You know how we are, sweetheart. Close your eyes and relax." Thorne lathered up the shampoo and started to rub his fingers into the taller man's hair, hearing a small, pleased moan as he started to lightly scratch his scalp.

He worked it into those thick locks and leaned forward, kissing the back of Peter's neck. "Did you lick some serious butt tonight, Peter?" He asked.

"Kick. It's kick, Thorne, for heaven's sake." Peter snorted, knowing that the musician did that on purpose. "And I did, took out four of 'em."

"Good boy." Thorne replied and had him rinse his hair before grabbing for the loofa and the bodywash. He looked over Peter's body as he helped him clean up, happy to not see any new bruises, just the old one from a previous hunt.

And a few bruises that were from teeth and rough fingers that Thorne was proud to have left there.

As he finished up, he looked up at Peter, a little smirk forming on his lips as he leaned in, kissing him on the lips. Their arrangement of just being fuck buddies was seeming to slip, or at least gain new rules, but neither spoke about those things, never confirmed nor denied the changes.

This was one of those things that wasn't going to be addressed, do fuck buddies shower just to shower and make sure the other is okay?

Probably.

[transsexualhamlet]

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blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

Guren, probably. Compared to a lot of my other fandoms I honestly give most of the characters a fair chance, I write things for nearly every main character and a lot of side characters. But yeah, Guren's just. Guren's my guy. He's the blorbo. My dear departed husband who is a fictional war criminal

Runner up blorbos would probably be Yuu and Mika, though they just don't need any more attention since they're. Yknow. The main characters and tend to be overrated and mischaracterized so much it gets annoying! But they're mine and no one else is allowed to look at them except my beloved mutuals. Stop doing it

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

Asuramaru. Asuramaru my baby girl. I've always considered asuramaru transfem bc of the way that their presentation goes from shorter hair and plainer clothes in backstory to a literal dress and hair longer than their entire body even tho they're technically supposed to be a guy i just. I don't care. Asuramaru what a girlboss<3 The she<3 I get so much cuteness agression from that fucking idiot I want to rumple her hair and put her in the washing machine and give her blood snacky snacks

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

SHINOA MY GIRL AND YOICHI MY BOY. Yoichi my BOY he is literally my main kin in owari no seraph and I. Hgmghewihg. I'm a lil embarassed about that however. I hate how the fandom treats him because he's literally the most dangerous person on the squad like no fucking contest. He's the only one who figured out manifestation on his own, he's 10 times better at handling his demon than anyone else, his emotional control is off the CHARTS, he needs so much fucking therapy, I just. Dude. Did u guys forget about the whole. The. When chapter 51. Yoichi will get his time and you're all going to regret calling him an uwu baby when he does

And shinoa. I may not relate to her as heavily as I do with some of the others, but I want to rip her from kagami's cold dead hands and give her an article on comphet and also just. A hug. A long hug. She's a kid. She's the youngest one on the squad, I think. She's been given shit from the moment she was born and she has not had one fucking moment to be herself and yet she managed to have such a hilarious badass personality. She's also the same height as me and therefore we are siblings and she is me. I love Shinoa i lllvoe shnoia

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): oh god I have. Several of these. So #1, Aiko. This girl

You know, the girl that gets one episode in battle of nagoya and then fucking dies. I, love her, she did nothing wrong, she deserves the world and she is so pretty. I also think she and Mito are kissing btw. Girlboss x girlboss.

Also. I think I win "obscure fave" because I was so adament not to make an actual oc that my other glup shitto is. I grabbed a guy who literally had a single throwaway line- not even his line, just mentioning him, and gave him a whole character arc and backstory.

This little guy here who gave Mika a death glare. I just realized now that I looked at this again he's calling the name dai. I thought HE was Dai. Well he's Dai now, who else is gonna correct me? Him and the kid Ferid dropped (who i named florian) are heavily featured in my giant ons rewrite as GIANT plot devices, given their own arcs, and used to further the arcs of Crowley and Mika especially, and to give a current insider's perspective of Ferid's Child Trafficking Business. Dai is actually a spy for the demon army in my fic, it's... yknow, I'd better not just start rambling I never even actually wrote half of their stuff but I love them dearly.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

God, both Mika and Guren fit here perfectly.

It's soooo funny how most Guren stans nowadays are some version of Mika antis, and most Mika stans nowadays are some form of Guren antis. I love them both and they're both my horrible terrible fucked up poor little meow meows. On an intellectual level both of them did SO many things wrong but also your honor. They did nothing wrong. Shoves the catastrophe behind my back. They have so many issues to work out I DESPISE them /pos but if anyone else says a SINGLE WORD against them they're catching my hands

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

I loooooooove torturing guren it is my absolute favorite activity I love putting him in the guren plinko over and over like beast dazai i love watching him suffer and be in pain it's so fun because he's my favorite and i love him. Also though god what I would do to make him happy

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Ferid. He's the reason i'm homophobic /j BUT SERIOUSLY ISTG I AM GOING TO PUNT THAT MAN INTO THE FUCKING ABYSS I LOVED WATCHING HIM BURN ON THE STAKE WHY'D THEY HAVE TO TAKE HIM OFF I LOVED WATCHING HIM GET CARRIED AROUND AS A SEVERED HEAD WHY'D HE HAVE TO GET HIS DECREPIT ASS BODY BACK

im going to create another one because I think it's funny: Blorbo-In-Law (character you know and like but aren't the expert on, however one or more friends does in fact legally own this character): Shinya. I like shinya just fine, I love shinya, but he's just not the kind of guy I can relate to nearly as much as guren and I know some of my beloved mutuals just know him so much better. But I know Shinya has a strong, dedicated fandom who is absolutely giving their lives for that man on the daily. Like. He gets NOTHING and I feel so fucking sorry for u guys lol

i WENT OFF on this one didn't i

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swatches | sirius black

summary: you had loved sirius black for longer than you could remember. through two wizarding wars and a harsh time in azkaban: you were head over heels. what happens when he misunderstood your relationship? everyone lives au lowkey as it should be! 

pairing: Fem!Reader x Sirius (post books so they’re slightly older)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: misunderstandings, mention of pregnancy/getting pregnant

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Two wars. You had survived two wars against the most powerful dark wizard ever and had no inclination to tell your longtime friend you loved him. You'd been head over heels for Sirius Black for the better part of two decades yet opted to keep your feelings to yourself – stating something about the timing not being right. But if not during a war – nay, two wars – when would the time be right? You'd been with other people, trying to get over the raven-haired beauty yet no one ever made you feel anything close to what you did with him.

He'd served years in Azkaban, convicted of some of the most heinous crimes against muggles and the reason behind his best friends death, but you knew he was innocent. Sirius Black was a lot of things but a traitor was not one of them. Now, years later, he was finally free – an innocent man to the world. Once the dark lord was defeated again, and things started to calm down, 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't needed for the order anymore so you insisted on helping Sirius clean it up.

Though you couldn't wash away the painful memories of his childhood, it didn't mean you couldn't try. Harry was old enough to live on his own now but after years apart he and Sirius wanted to catch up on lost time. The first order of business you planned was putting that horrid painting of Mrs. Black in the basement. It took a lot of spells to detach her from the wall but the relief that came across Sirius' face once she was gone was worth it. The two of you worked together tirelessly to bring brightness into the home for the first time since it was built. The Black family tree tapestry was peeled off and replaced with a fresh coat of white paint and a photo wall.

Photos of James, Lily, Marlene and other friends lost over the years lined the wall and memories flooded your senses. There were moments in time captured that reminded you of easier days. Your times at Hogwarts. Your summers at the Potters. You, Sirius and Remus, admired your handy work on the wall. You three had lost so much but the thankfulness you felt to still have each other was beyond you. Sirius wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. Remus excused himself to spend time with Teddy, leaving you and your love alone. "Should we start clearing out some of the rooms?" You suggested despite not wanting to leave Sirius' side just yet.

He hummed in confirmation before (rather reluctantly) letting you go. The house had been empty and cold for years so in an attempt to revive it Harry, Remus, Tonks and baby Teddy were due to move in. You two started with the guest room that would become a nursery for Teddy. Magic made cleaning much easier but being around Sirius meant more time joking around than actually being productive.

"This whole bloody house smells like dirty boxes." He said with a huff and a wave of his hand to open the window.

The two of you sat for longer than you'd like to admit trying to put a crib together the muggle way. Soon you gave up and used magic, much to Sirius' dismay who insisted "it'll just be 5 more minutes". With a wave of your wand, the walls were coloured a soft sage green compared to the drab mud brown it was before. Things were finally coming together.

"Do you wonder what it's like?" Sirius asked as he set a few toys out onto the shelves.

"What what's like?" You asked from your spot at the bookshelf.

"Being a parent." He clarified.

You shrugged and put down your copy of ABCs with Merlin. "I suppose... I kind of assume I won't have kids. I'm too old now."

"Nonsense!" He replied quickly.

You raised your brows and crossed your arms. "I know you're about to mention something about Moony but shall I remind you he didn't carry the child?" You countered.

"You make it sound like you're ancient." He scoffed. "Don't rule it out, darling."

You let out a laugh and returned to your task of sorting the shelves. "It takes two to have a baby and I don't exactly have a lineup of people wanting to impregnate me.”

"I sure hope not." He said incredulously. "Now, what colour should the walls in the master room be?"

You furrowed your brows. What on earth did he mean by I sure hope not? Instead of letting yourself dwell on it later, you decided to outright ask him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He looked perplexed. "What? The colour of the master room?"

"No, no... that you sure hope there isn't people lined up for me?" You said crossing your arms a tad defensively.

Sirius, to put things simply, had a habit of being rude sometimes without realizing it. So, you were expecting a backhanded comment about your looks or a joke about how long you've been single. "Well, wouldn't exactly be the best for my odds." He said with a chuckle. "Now, the room colour." He repeated holding the swatches up.

"To hell with the swatches Sirius! What are you talking about!" You all but yelled at him. Was this a joke? Did he find out you were in love with him and decided to subtly tease you about it? How had he even figured it out? You felt yourself going into overdrive. You were going to kill Moony. He had to be the one to tell him after all!

"The swatch is for your room too so it does matter," Sirius said bewildered.

"What?"

"What?" He repeated making you huff. He could be so frustrating sometimes.

"What do you mean my room?"

"Well, it's gonna be our room." He clarified.

You were surprised if that's what you could call it. Sirius thought you were moving in? And sharing a room with him? What on earth was happening? "Sirius, I'm not living here? I thought it was just you, Harry and Moonys family?"

"What? Why? It's meant to be a family home!" He protested with a pout that reminded you of the ones he wore as a student not getting his way with Professor McGonagall.

"We don't have room for me if Teddy has his own room. He'll need one as he grows up." You explained.

"That makes no sense! We would share a room."

"Why the hell would we share a room? We're adults we can't just be dormmates like we're kids." You said and he gave you a disgruntled look. “We've been sharing beds for 20 years why does it matter now?" He rebutted and crossed his arms.

"Don't you want privacy?" You asked.

"For what? We're dating so I don't see why you're being so weird about this."

Now that shocked you.

"DATING?" You shouted and he chuckled softly as he took a step towards you. "Since bloody when?"

"Well, we've had a weird relationship for 20 years I just assumed? Two wars change people." He said and you gaped at him.

"Bloody hell Sirius." You said rubbing your temples. This was not how you expected to find out your feelings were returned. Was this his loneliness speaking? His trauma?

"I'm sorry if I overstepped in thinking that..." He said rubbing the back of his neck and losing his confidence. He became sheepish under your scrutiny. Maybe it wasn't so outlandish of him to assume that. You two did kiss and cuddle a fair bit more than the average friends. But Sirius had always been fond of physical affection with his friends and you chalked it up to that. You honestly never expected him to feel the same way you did.

"I-" You began before swallowing down in an attempt to collect your thoughts. "-You weren't wrong. I just never really thought you'd feel that way about me."

He scoffed. "I've felt that way since we were in 5th year!"

"That makes no bloody sense! You hooked up with half the damn school but didn't look at me." You scoffed back.

"Because I was trying to hide my feelings like a dumb teenage boy! It killed me seeing you all over Peter so I deflected the only way I knew how." He countered. You rolled your eyes. You and Peter had gone out twice before realizing you were better off as friends.

"You don't get to do this Sirius. You can't just say you've liked me for more than 20 damn years and not made a move." You said pointing your finger at him accusingly.

"Need I remind you I was in prison for half of it. And I just asked what colour you want our room to be." He replied with a huff.

You were silent. He wasn't wrong after all but in your overflow of emotions, you chose to place all the blame on him. "I..." You looked down. "I'm sorry. I just always thought I wasn't your type."

He took a step closer and gently held your shoulders. "It's my fault for not letting you know how utterly in love with you I am."

Hearing those words come out of his mouth shot electricity through your body. It was a euphoric feeling you could definitely get used to feeling all the time. You looked up at him and cupped his cheek softly. For the first time, you realized the way you looked at him was the same way he looked at you: with utter love and devotion. You were so worried about not letting your feelings for him spill that you didn't realize you'd been dating the man of your dreams this whole time. The man you'd longed for but thought was unattainable.

"I love you too..." You said through happy tears. "I have for so long."

"Now darling, what colour for our bedroom?" He said with a perfect smirk and a kiss to your temple.

It took two wars but you and Sirius were creating the silly little family you always dreamed of.

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taglist: @writing-wh0re​

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"“I’m moving.” He froze, glancing up at his friend. The other boy’s eyes were gleaming with suppressed sobs, breath hitching and jaw clenched. “Mom got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

Inspired by this prompt by @givethispromptatry

Sand and shells crunched under the belly of the kayak as it ran aground. With a wobble and a curse he tumbled into the water, paddle floating away from him and kayak shooting off in the opposite direction.

"Fuck."

He scrambled to collect both, tossing the paddle up onto the beach and grabbing the handle at the bow of the kayak to tow it onto shore.

"You're late."

He rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to see Warren in all his cut-offs and sandals glory. "And you're early."

Warren crossed his arms. "I'm literally the most on time, dude."

"Whatever, just-- Help me grab the stuff."

He popped open the watertight chamber in front of the seat and reached into the belly of the kayak, all while Warren struggled to pull the backpack out from under the cage of bungee cords at the front.

"Just unhook them, dude," he said, his cellphone and two unopened cream sodas finally in hand.

"Don't tell me how to do it."

"It's not going to--"

"Shit!" Warren yelped, recoiling and clutching his hand.

"Told you."

Warren flicked him off, but turned to do what he said anyway.

"Come on, suns gonna start setting soon." He grabbed his backpack from Warren and stuffed the drinks and his phone inside.

"What? Afraid of some gators?"

"No," he said. "Rather a gator than my dad."

Warren grimaced. "He still got you on that curfew?"

"Yup."

He picked his way through the mangrove thicket that cut the beach off from the rest of the spoil island. The roots of the black mangroves jutted up like fingers through the sand and the stilts of the red mangroves tried their best to snag his feet as he ducked under the sprawling web of an orb weaver hidden in their midst. Thankfully, it cleared out past the initial wall of foliage, becoming more barren with only the occasional thicket.

He remembered when his dad had led them through here the first time and explained that the mangroves kept the spoil islands standing. That when hurricanes and storms threatened to wash them away, their roots would act like a little army, keeping off any barrage and harboring whatever took up shelter under them.

He frowned. His dad and him hadn't come out here since--

"Fuck, fuck, fu--" Warren sputtered behind him, high-pitched.

"Web?" he asked, glancing back to see Warren flinching away from a tree.

"Yeah, fuck--" Warren brushed his arms off frantically and patted at his hair. "Fucking spiders all over the fucking place, man. They call it Mosquito Lagoon, but it really should be spider god damn la-- Fuck!"

"Nice one, ‘spider god damn la-fuck’ really has a special sort of ring to it."

Warren shot him a glare and dusted off his shoulders and the front of his shirt with quick flicks. "You owe me for psychological damages..."

"Come on, we used to come out here all the time."

"When I was like ten! And with your dad!" Warren cowered away from another web that sprawled from a lone tree. "And I didn't have as much free real estate for a spider to like, you know-- Crawl all over me or whatever."

"Free real estate?"

"Yeah, you know the whole--" Warren gestured vaguely. "The meme."

"God, please stop," he groaned. "That shits like, what, twenty-seventeen? That's like ancient history, man."

"It's a classic."

"Sure," he muttered. "A classic."

"Whatever, man, you're just not cultured."

He scoffed. "That's definitely it."

The other end of the island unfolded into a drop-off, all coquina and shells packed tightly together and built up into a mound that cut off abruptly into nothing. It was the highest point of the island-- of most of the spoils out here honestly-- even though it's small cliff had been eaten away and eroded over time, shrinking and shifting as the island shrank with the waves.

Dropping his backpack, he sat and dangled his legs over the edge, shoes knocking back against the coquina with a scratchy rasp. Warren plopped down beside him, keeping his legs folded and away from the plunge. Not that it was much of a sheer cliff. Only about eight feet down at the most, but enough that it felt like a lot. Compared to the average of three feet below sea level for the rest of the mainland; eight feet felt pretty fucking huge.

The tide lapped at the base of the island, the water hissing and coiling, writhing and alive where it squirmed through the holes bored through the coquina face and back out with a soft crackle. Crabs, tiny and mottled, darted in and around the rocks and he could see finger mullet, their scales flashing as they turned and twisted with the waves.

"You tied up your kayak, right?" Warren asked.

"Naw, but it should be fine. I pulled it up pretty far."

"I'm not sharing if you get stuck out here."

He frowned, shooting Warren his best puppy dog eyes. "You'd leave me out here?"

"Yes."

He chuckled. "Fair."

Seagulls drifted in lazy circles far overhead, the occasional cry working its way down to them as the birds banked with the wind, following the gusts up to where they could catch a glimpse of a meal beneath the water. One wheeled down in a sudden arc, wings folded close to its side as it plummeted, beak first, into the water with a snap and then back out with a spray.

"Man, tough luck..." Warren said. "Hate whenever they miss. Makes me feel kinda bad."

"They're just gonna go do what the rest do and steal some fries at the jetty once they realize it's easier than doing this."

"Yeah, but it's like-- I don't know, man. Just wish he'd get a win."

"You don't even know him!"

"I feel like we have a connection." Warren pointed at where the seagull had gone back to patrolling the waters. "Me and seagull number one thousand and three, we're like this--" He crossed his fingers.

"Shut up," he snorted.

They watched the seagull try again and fail.

Warren started up a running commentary after the third attempt, cupping a hand over his mouth to imitate the slight grain of a sports announcer's microphone as he dramatized the whole thing. When the seagull finally managed to snag a fish Warren cheered, arms thrown up in a touchdown motion that he copied with a grin.

"Hell yeah, dude!" Warren high-fived him.

"Where's all that enthusiasm for when you're at my games?" he asked.

"Come on, dude, you know I always cheer the loudest. You're just too far out on the field to hear me."

"I'm sure that's what it is."

"Whatever, man-- What'd you bring anyway?" Warren grabbed his backpack and began rummaging through it. "Oh shit! Gummy bears, dude! And the good kind, hell yeah!"

"Yeah, grabbed them before I came here. That's why I was late, idiot."

Warren tore open the package. "Crimes forgiven, man. This is worth it."

"Give me that--" He pulled his backpack out of Warren's lap. "I also got some soda, but I guess all you care about is your precious little bears."

"Naw, naw-- Hand that over."

"Rude much?"

"What? You want me to kiss you on the lips for it first, bro?"

He laughed. "Now, that would be the polite thing to do."

Warren puckered his lips at him and then snatched the soda. "Fuck off."

"Not even a little kiss?" he teased.

"You dragged me out to spider-fuck-nowhere, while it's ass fucking hot out and where it smells like rotting fish taint-- Just to watch the fucking sunset, when we could have sat on my roof and done the exact same thing-- You expect a kiss for that?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Bro code."

Warren snorted. "Hand me a bottle opener, dip shit."

He popped open his own bottle and passed it over to Warren, who struggled for a moment before finally getting it with a triumphant 'whoop'. The mixture of saccharine flavored soda and the slight rotting stench of algae, and whatever else the lagoon had to offer, wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't terrible. It was familiar.

It was homely in it's off kilter sort of way.

"So, why'd you bring me out here anyways?" Warren asked.

He sighed and kicked his heel back against the coquina. "I’m moving.”

Warren sucked in sharply and he glanced over at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the water below his feet. "Dad got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

"Dude…"

"I didn't know how to tell you. I just--"

"Is that why you decided it'd be a good idea to sneak out and go to that dumb party with me?" Warren asked, frowning.

"I figured it would be one of the last chances I had to do something fun, you know. Here. Before I just-- Leave all this shit forever. I mean, we're moving to fucking Ohio, man. Where the fuck am I gonna find a party on an island out there?"

"Right…"

"And look, fuck my dad--"

"Jake--"

"No, fuck him-- He didn't even--" he huffed. "Things were looking up, man. Varsity lacrosse in sophomore year, that's huge, dude. And I wasn't just the fucking loser kid in the back of class anymore and he just--"

"Works rough here, dude..." Warren cut him off, sighing. "Space programs taking a shit. Whole island's taking a shit, really. Plenty of people left the first time NASA tanked, remember? It's just… it happens, man."

"So, you're just fine with it then?" he asked, brows furrowing. "We're never going-- I'm never going to see you again and you're just okay with that?"

"It's not forever!" Warren said, throwing out his hands. "There's planes, man! It's the twenty first fucking century. We got phones, dude. We'll stay in touch."

He grit his teeth and looked down.

"Jake, bro. C'mon-- Look at me."

He met Warren's eyes.

"It's gonna be okay, dude." Warren said, smile wide, and he could see the little falter at the edges, but he didn't call him on it. "Look--" Warren held up his bottle. "We'll cheers on it."

"Cheers on what?"

"To staying in touch, to meeting up in the future. To staying friends and all that, I don't know."

"To you finally getting a boyfriend?"

"Actually, you know what, I'm not going to miss you at all."

"Come on--" he grinned, nudging Warren with his shoulder. "You'll miss me."

"Yeah," Warren chuckled, looking down with a small smile. "I will..."

His fingers tightened around the glass bottle in his hand, bottom lip threatening to worry between his teeth. "Look, let's do your dumb cheers thing before it gets too sentimental or whatever."

Warren sighed, seeming to shake himself off before raising his soda bottle above his head and towards the slowly setting sun. "To us."

"To us?" He wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that kinda cheesy?"

"Just shut up and do it."

"Fine..." he grumbled with a grin, raising his bottle to clink against Warren's. "To us."

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//photo credit// me and my phone c. 2020 //

[bumbershots]

LOVEFOOL

Author’s note: HELLO! This is my part for the Valentine’s Day challenge that @1dffchallenges put together. Make sure to keep an eye out for any other pieces published by other authors. Enjoy! And happy Valentine’s weekend! (:

Summary: Harry agrees to go on a blind date set up by his friends in hopes that it will help him move on from an unrequited love.

Word count: 3K

Challenge prompt and dialogue: blind date set up by friends. “I don’t want this to end...”

There’s a first for everything. Harry’s had his fair share of them at the age of twenty-seven. First time on an aeroplane at the tender age of six for a family holiday in Rome. First kiss on his home town’s park with someone he deeply cared about. First time in a recording studio. First time going on tour. The first night spent alone in his new and barely furnished home. The first morning he laid eyes on the girl next door. The ugly heartbreak after she got married, certainly felt worse than his first one.

Life is full of firsts, Harry knows that, and he wishes to have been the first to sneak his way into Jane’s heart, all those years ago.

"You love her" it almost sounds like an accusation coming from Jeff, though the last thing he wants is to make Harry feel guilty. The musician doesn't reply, he shrugs, eyes never leaving her no matter how deep into the ocean she seems to be. "Does she know?" Harry shakes his head in denial. "Did you bring her along just so you could tell her?"

"I enjoy writing music with her, that's why she's here," his tone leaves no room for more questions, the manager knows and sighs defeated. Harry stands from his spot on the beach and heads back inside the house, alone.

Is he being that obvious?

He reviews the past few days and wonders where he slipped, nothing rings any bell. Harry completely and conveniently forgets how he doesn't nag her for having a smoke after dinner, instead he just opens the window and stands close to it, or how he's been making her a cuppa everyday at noon. But it was the time when Jane asked him to help her French plait her hair when something clicked in Jeff's brain, the way Harry beamed at such a simple request left no room for questioning. Yet he asked him, because there was that tiny chance of it all being part of the manager's imagination, but when he looked back on it, the little things now made more sense to him and in a way he always knew.

They've been in Port Antonio for two weeks now and everything was going just dandy, Harry was writing more than ever, the first week he had a new song every day, he even polished the old ones and had a tune for his favourites, thanks to Mitch's help. When Jeff Azoff got there earlier this week, he spent a good two hours talking to Jeff Bhasker about how much of a good idea the trip was.

"Harry is on a writing spree." He complimented Azoff's client, it was nothing but the truth. However the reason for it all, was now heading back to the house to join the others after a good surfing session.

Jane went straight to take a shower, ready to rinse all the ocean's saltiness from her body, thinking how wonderful it would've been if her own worries could be washed away with her tangerine shampoo. In contrast to Harry's good spirits and excellent mood, her own cloud of trouble seemed to follow her all the way from London. She still hadn't heard from her husband, so it is safe to say he was still upset about her going away to work in Harry's album. It was impossible for her to forget the argument they had, at first thinking it was a joke on his side, insinuating that they were ‘shagging behind his back’.

After her shower, wearing comfortable clothes, Jane joins the others for supper but keeps to herself, still with the dichotomy about calling Alex or letting him be. He will eventually come to his senses and apologise. 

What if he doesn't? 

The thought alone of her clothes being packed in boxes by the time she gets back home almost makes her cry, perhaps she can call or text him just to test the waters. It is ridiculous how she seems to be more mature about this than him.

"Penny for them?" Harry's voice brings her back to the now empty dining room, the voices from the rest of their party can be heard from the living room.

"God I'm sorry H, lost myself out there for a moment," she is embarrassed, with him, the others and herself for letting this situation get under her skin. And she's also avoiding talking about it, with Harry or anyone. "I was just thinking about the tempo for Sweet Creature."

"Liar," he hates to be shut down by her more than anything. "Is it because I didn't let you eat the last peanut drop the other day?" It would've been easier for her to say it was, than to address the actual reason. But Harry hasn't lied to her, ever.

"No love, although I was a bit hurt because of that, it's actually this thing with Alex we are, I don't know, he was upset with me and said some things," Jane couldn't finish, her speech was cut short by a quiet sob and Harry was quick to pull her from the chair onto his lap and hold her tight. His own heart speeding at the sight of her distressed.

"When was the last time you spoke to him?"

"Two weeks ago." Her voice barely whispers on his chest, "he's being a wanker to be honest, just because he's not going on tour with any of his bands I'm supposed to be a stay at home wife!"

"Why don't you explain this to me, from the beginning, please?" He asks rubbing her back soothingly, and she spills it all, the having kids now or never argument, to her wanting to have a proper wedding party and finally the latest fight where Alex suggested an affair going on between her and Harry, the latter had to do his best not to put the option on the table, since her husband so kindly suggested it. Might as well, he thought. "It all sounds like a big misunderstanding, I know you're a great communicator sunshine, so it baffles me that you've let this go on for so long." He's got a point.

"You're right, but I feel like it's his turn, you know?" Jane's done weeping, but remained on her friend's lap and arms, head resting on his shoulder. "He's always forward, mature, a proper thirty year old except when it comes to arguments where we ought to reach an agreement," she plays a bit with the cross hanging from his neck, a scowl on her pretty face. "Like with the children thing, we only stopped arguing when I said that maybe in two more years we could have one instead of, you know, my early thirties." It's good that she can't see how upset Harry is.

"You gave into that one, he should do the same but it's his choice," Harry sighs and can't believe what he's about to say. "Take the day off tomorrow, call him or FaceTime, Skype whatever you choose, but have a proper conversation with him." She wants to argue and say it's not necessary to be absent the whole day, she can spare a few hours. But she will need time to think about what to say, make her point clear so they are on good terms until she goes back to London.

"Fine, but if he is still acting like a dickhead afterwards, I'm not going to let it into my head anymore, we will continue to bask in this great work environment going on here." Jane states, pulling away from his embrace just enough to give him that stern look she uses when trying to make a point, and Harry nods with a warm smile, the one she never gets tired of seeing. "I'll call it a night now, gonna be asleep in seconds now that I've got that out of my chest." She stands from his lap, missing his warmth instantly. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime honey pie." Harry says before leaving a kiss on her left hand that burns her skin from then till morning.

Jeff joins the musician in the dining room right after the girl walks away to her room, he takes a seat across from him and scrutinises the look of adoration his friend still sports once she is out of the room.

"She'll never know, if you never tell her." Jeff is right, but the thought alone of going through that again scares him to death. Or so he says, because there's a part of him that is fond of the thrill it makes him feel.

"It's not like I haven't tried, just last year I told her," Harry remembers that night vividly, how pretty she looked even with her makeup all smudged under her eyes. "I'm not sure if she heard, it was too loud like where we were at the time." He was also pissed out of his mind.

"H, there's nothing wrong with being in love."

"I'm not saying it is, but even if she did love me I– I would find a way to hurt her. Anyway. she's happily married now, it's too late." Saying it out loud doesn't hurt him any less like he thought it would. Harry sighs in defeat before rising from the chair, "she's everything to me, I wouldn't mess with her head by confessing my feelings, deep down I always knew she deserved better and now she has it and that's good enough for me." The musician disappears through the corridor where his everlasting love did just a few minutes ago, he paused for a moment outside her room, pondering whether to barge in and just follow his instincts, kiss her like he should've done after winning that award back in 2014.

Harry shakes his head and goes straight to his room, he reminds himself that it was time to let her go. It's for the best. He is not good enough for her, he can't even write a song for her, about her. He mustn't love her that much then.

What Harry doesn't know is that he can't write a song about her because he loves her too much, the poor lad can't even figure out where to start. But he's about to get rid of that curse in a day or two, he just needs to be patient.

The reward for it came, all of a sudden Harry wrote too many songs about her until she inevitably became aware of the situation they were in. Harry vowed to stay away from Jane’s life after recording the album. He dated people that didn’t remind him of her, and even moved temporarily to Japan. But despite all his efforts, four years later Harry still finds himself thinking about her, everything seems to be tainted by her. The music he adores, the new dinner recipes he cooks, the books he chooses to read.

Completely out of options he agreed to this blind date his friends set up for him.

He arrives at the modest restaurant they so kindly chose for the occasion. “All you have to do is wear something nice and show up.” Alexa reminded him over the phone last week.

This is a new first for him, it is also exciting, to take a seat at a table for two conveniently placed at the back, pretend to pay attention to the menu but let his green eyes avert to whoever approaches. Harry is having a great time, he knows that soon his date will arrive. He wonders what they’ll be like.

According to Alexa and Pixie, the person arriving is the perfect match for their young friend. Harry can only hope they like Vietnamese cuisine because that’s apparently this place’s special offer this week. If he’s lucky enough the date will agree to share a starter and perhaps two main courses, that way he doesn’t have to choose between one or the other.

“Here’s your table.” Harry hears the waiter speak and his gaze meets a very familiar figure standing beside him. It can’t be.

“Excuse me, there must be a mistake, I’m waiting for someone else.” Harry protests.

The waiter shakes his head and shows him the notepad with some specifications written down. “Nothing wrong, got specific instructions from Miss Chung, a lady will come in to say is here for Geldolf’s blind date, you are sitting at the table they reserved. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.” He is quick to explain and disappear.

Jane sits because there is no way she can stand any longer, her legs are about to give out from the commotion. This was not the blind date she was expecting either. It’s been at least four years since she last saw Harry. The night after he finally admitted being in love with her, waiting for a reaction, anything from her, after what seemed like hours but was only ten minutes later, he walked out of her house and entire life, leaving her confused and upset.

“How’ve you been?” she asked after confirming that Harry wasn’t going to up and leave.

“Pretty fantastic, until you arrived.” He’s never spoken to her like that before, with so much affliction in his tone. “What are you doing here?”

“I was set up on a blind date by Pixie—

He interrupts her. “That’s fucking convenient, did you all went to this much trouble, just to mock me? I thought they were my friends, you know, that even after everything, they cared about me.” Harry stops, his voice breaks, he’s so angry, hurt and confused by the situation. “Did your husband come along, to witness my humiliation too?” He looks around, trying to find the man of Jane’s dreams.

“I wouldn’t know if he’s here, haven’t seen him since we got divorced three years ago.” She snaps before hiding behind the menu from a gobsmacked Harry.

The words he’d been waiting to hear were finally out of her mouth. Unlike the million times he dreamt about this happening, Harry is not sweeping her off her feet and running away into the sunset holding her hand. Instead he reaches out to touch her arm, testing the waters. He waits for her to lower the menu and surprisingly there are no tears in her eyes. Perhaps only a bit of sorrow that is quickly replaced with confusion, at how fast her heart raced after Harry’s touch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is back to oozing the tenderness he reserves just for her. Jane nods.

“But can we share a rice bowl and Pho noodle soup?” 

“Yes, and dessert too!” Even after four years Harry’s sweet tooth hasn’t changed, Jane sighs before the waiter is back to take their order.

Keeping a conversation between the two of them is not hard at all, even if it is an awkward topic —her not so recent divorce. “We didn’t have anything in common anymore, there were so many fights every single day. When I finally suggested the separation, he seemed relieved and I felt like a complete fool.” Jane remembers the sigh of comfort that came out of the man she once loved with all her heart before that rainy afternoon, when she finally decided that she’d had enough. “He left that night, hadn’t seen him since, his lawyer took care of everything,” a sour laugh escapes her lips, Harry’s eyes are full of sympathy for her. “I’m sorry for ruining your blind date, I know you’ve never been to one before.” Of course she did, she knows him better than anyone.

“This has to be the greatest date I’ve ever been to.” He speaks without a second thought. 

All those years Harry spent away from Jane were not going to be in vain. He was not going to neglect the feelings he still had for her. That affection he felt for her, only her. Harry shifts in his seat, this is not at all how he planned it, in a restaurant full of people on fucking Valentine’s day. It almost seemed like a tacky move.

But after all this time of pining for her, hating her and himself at times. Harry was brave enough, it was now or never, he didn’t want to wait any longer, not after his friends schemed and executed this soppy plan to bring the two soulmates together. Before she could take the final bite of dessert that Harry kindly left for her. The world stopped.

“I don’t want this to end...” Harry says with a dimpled smile she can’t look away from. “I’d like to take you out on a second date, a third, fourth, fifth. Believe me when I tell you, I have planned up to a thousand of them.” He takes her hand in his and can feel her pulse race along his own. The smile splits his face again, because he knows, he feels, he sees it in her beautiful eyes. “Janey, you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to. I know there is a name for this emotion, I’ve written songs about it, but now I don’t think it’s a word big enough for us.”

She squeezes his hand and breaths out a laugh, tears of joy brimming out of her eyes. “Let’s call it love, until we come up with a better name for it.” Harry agrees and just then, Jane brings up his hand to her lips. 

His skin tingles where she kisses him for the first time and he beams at her.

There’s a first for everything, and although it feels like it for Jane and Harry, this isn’t by any means the first time they confess their love for each other. It was always there, in every laugh they shared, every song they wrote together, every touch. It was on Harry’s unwavering devotion, on his impatience and selfless actions throughout the years.

They were bound to be together, their story didn’t begin on that initial blind date, it did years ago after he caught a glimpse of her shiny black hair on the morning she moved into the house across the street.

Harry drives her back to her new flat on the other side of the city, enjoying every minute of the long ride, happy to hear her ramble about her newest obsession with romantic novels and burst out laughing after Jane confesses that sometimes she doesn’t finish reading books she likes, just to pretend the story keeps going. With a quick kiss to the back of her hand he completely agrees.

No tale is more compelling than one that never ends.