#Nah he's just going to stand there with a shit eating grin and give her cryptic answers

[my-castles-crumbling]

reporter - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 385

“Potter!”

“James Potter! Over here!”

“Regulus Black! Give us a smile!”

Photographers and reporters surrounded both teams as they exited the locker rooms after a historically close game. Regulus was exhausted, his muscles like jell-o, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the paparazzi even with the win he’d just managed at the very last second, literally snatching the Snitch from under the other Seeker’s sleeve. But as he paused to watch, James gave a valiant smile and stopped for a moment, grinning and saying to the crowd of onlookers, “The team worked hard. We’re disappointed with the loss, but we were up against some amazing players.”

Annoyance hit Regulus in the gut. Why couldn’t James just walk away? He always had to be so…kind. It was ridiculously attractive. And the way he wasn’t looking at Regulus at all?

Sure, Regulus had been the one to tell him to pretend nothing was happening between them. But still.

“You flew so well,” a woman said warmly, fluttering her eyelashes and getting far too close to James for Regulus’s liking. “It’s a true shame. The other team seems like sore winners.”

Regulus nearly broke his broomstick.

“Nah, they deserve it! They won, they should celebrate!” James replied, not stepping away, much to Regulus’s annoyance. 

“You’re so kind. Your teammates must love having you on their team,” another reporter gushed, his smile so wide his face looked unbalanced.

Regulus ground his teeth together as James shrugged. “Erm. Yeah, my team is great.”

“What’ll you do after this? Are you meeting up with anyone? You must need someone to comfort you through this loss,” a third person simpered, placing a hand on James’s arm. “If you need anyone to help you get through it…”

Yes. That was the line.

“He’ll be going home with me!” Regulus said loudly, pushing through the crowd to stand next to James, his arms folded and a deadly glare on his face. “And trust me, I very much know how to comfort him. Over and over and over.”

The faces of the surrounding paparazzi were nothing compared to James’s giant, shit-eating grin. At a questioning look from someone in the crowd, he just shrugged again. “He really does,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around Regulus and pressing a kiss to his head.

[loveln4]

LANDO NORRIS x ARAB!READER

Love me like a desert rose

Hold me like you can't let go

- Lolo Zouaï, Desert Rose

synopsis: the last race of the year; Abu Dhabi, allows Lando to rekindle a relationship with an ex lover.

warnings: vulgar language, flirting, fluff!!

“Yallah, yallah, yallah!” The girl urged the camels forward, “So, fucking slow.” Her english accent strong, gaining attention from tourists.

Her face was covered with a scarf, her eyes being the only visible feature on her face. She was beautiful, sculpted by the ancient Gods of Egypt, an ancient history major had told her back in London. All she had thought was ‘fucking flirt’ as he then asked for her number a few minutes later.

Though he wasn’t lying.

She truly was beautiful. Her skin was glowy as if it was made from the material of the sun, eyes brown like the dirt our first ancestors walked on, hair long and wavy like the oceans explored by travelers and her cheekbones as sharp as a samurai’s blade.

Let’s just say, someone had made a poem about her and it’s been imbedded in her mind due to the amount of times she’s read it.

“Excuse me.” A man had appeared behind her. She turned swiftly, her eyes gaining his attention immediately.

Her breath hitched. Should she take off the scarf? Reveal herself to this foreigner? “Yes?” She asks the man in front of her.

He was stunned. Her eyes were angled like a foxes, the colour soothingly ‘boring’ but so very familiar. “I—uh—the camels, how much for a ride?”

“For you? Maybe too much.” She turns back around watching her older cousin feed the largest camel. Y/n didn’t know whether to walk off, far enough that this guy doesn’t figure out who she is. “Oi! Ali!” She yells after her cousin, “Give me that camel.” She takes the reins and guides it back to the man and his group.

“Did you change your mind?” The guy jokes with her, “Or you figured out who i am?”

At this remark she takes the scarf off, “Still so full of yourself, huh? Things never change do they, Lando?”

A guy behind Lando laughs, “Fucking hell, Y/n!” Max Fewtrell gives her a hug, “Haven’t seen you in 7 years.” He says after releasing her, “This is where you’ve been?”

“Yeah, I suppose.” She turns to Lando, “So, want to have a ride?”

After two hours out in the heat the group had finally all had a turn riding the large mammal. She was thirsty, forgetting her water bottle back with her quad bike.

“Max, give me some.” She urges the curly head boy to hand the water bottle to her.

“Nah, i’m thirsty.” He takes a big swig out of the bottle, “Sod off will you.” Max says as her hand is left hanging, no water bottle in sight.

She kicks sand on his shoes, “Little bitch.” She mutters as she walks away and grabs the reigns of two camels, “Yallah, everyone follow me.”

They walk five minutes to the vendor and she puts the camels back in their stalls. Lando’s group swarms the fruit and drink stand by the exit hoping for a sip of water.

“You look different.” Lando said to y/n. “You look good—but, different.” He took in the sight in front of him.

“Just say i look like a piece of shit.” She responds to him.

“But—you don’t?”

“I know, i was just trying to see if you’d be a little shit and say how awful i look right now.” Y/n jokes. Nostalgia ran through her body, a small smile coming to her lips.

A water bottle appeared in her vision, Lando holding it out to her, “Drink, Habibi.”

Taking it with a laugh, “Gag. Don’t ever say that to me again.”

“You used to like it.” He bites with a large grin on his face.

“That was when you used to say sensually. Now it just seems weird.” She shrugs as she walks off toward the fruit stand, plucking a watermelon slice from behind the vendors back. “Amo, this is good!” (Amo-uncle)

“Little shit.” He grimaced. She continued to eat and snatched another one that he had just chopped, “You owe me enough money, stop stealing from your poor old Amo.”

Lando had leaned against the structure protecting y/n’s uncle from the hot sun, “So, want to watch me race?” He asked her as he accepted a slice of watermelon for her uncle, “Shukran.” He thanked him.

“Wow, okay Arab king.” She joked, earning a laugh not only from Lando but her uncle. “I can’t, I’m busy.”

“Liar.” Her uncle bit toward her, “She’s not busy, she just says she is.” His Arab accent was strong.

Lando laughed at this exchange between the two family members, “Is that a yes, habibi?”

With a roll of her eyes and slight smile, “Yes okay, but you’ve got to promise me the best seats, yeah? And! You need to stop calling me habibi.”

“Deal, Hayati.”

A/N: wanted something short and messy.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Please don’t be shy, send them through 🩷

[mistreatedangel]

𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, Rafe Cameron.

SUMMARY: valentines day sucked, no matter what you did.

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

WARNINGS: none!

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

divider by @s-hyia & @saradika-graphics !

"God do I hate Valentine times." You complained to Sarah, with your head resting on her lap. As she racked her hands through you hair, humming in a agreement. You always spent this Holiday alone, no matter if you had a boyfriend of not. It was always alone.

"It shouldn't be this bad this year. You know you have me right?"

"What about John b?"

"He'll be fine, it's just one day." She teased pinching your checks with a smile on her lips. "I don't wanna take you from him. That would be messed up."

Rolling her eyes, Sarah adjusted you heads pulling you up to look into her eyes. "It's fine I promise you." She reinsured placing a light kiss on your cheeks.

"I mean you could always ask jj." She teased, moving her eyebrows up and down with a suggestive look.

"Lord no!" You gasped jerking out of her hold, with a disgusted look on your face. "Ew no! He's like a brother Sarah."

"Just saying."

"nope, nope, nope!"

A comfortable silence filled the room, as you rested your head back on Sarah's shoulder in her living room. Glancing back at the tv in—front of the both you.

Like a moth to a flame, Rafe was drawn from his room. Making his steps known as he walked down the stairs with purpose, making sure to make ever step count.

"Ugh here he comes." You grumbled picking at your fingernails. Being around him, even in a big room like this made you nervous. Maybe it was the way he carried him self. Like he was the king of the world. Or maybe it was the fact that you’ve been seeing him behind Sarah and everyone's back. Maybe it was that.

"Sarah." He breathlessly acknowledged, turning his full attention to you. nodding his head in your direction before walking to the kitchen. Examining where the pizza resided. Rolling his neck, before reaching up into the nearby cabinets, grabbing a plate.

"or him. . . no judging if you do. you know I want you to be happy." She shared. Eyeing her brother down, with a look of almost amusement and disgust.

Shaking you head. "Nah he doesn't seem like the type to actually have a valentines in general, nor a girlfriend."

"Never know till you try. Give me a minute, i gotta use the bathroom." She told you, patting your shoulders as she moved to move from the couch. Eyeing her brother down as she walked past him. Not before turning her head in your direction, giving you the same look she just briefly gave her own older brother. Closing the now open pizza box, Rafe left on display.

"So. . . what are you doing for valentines times?" You questioned him. Moving from your once comfortable spot on the couch, that now felt like a gilded cage, on full display for Rafe. From his position, looking over into the living room.

Readjusting to stand nearby, the open island. Leaning across it. To truly take in every detail, for the one and only Rafe Cameron.

"Uhm. . . why do you ask? You want something?" He asked snarky, raising an eyebrow at you, testing the waters. he wanted to know what was going on in your little brain of yours. “Cause what are you doing?”

"I asked you first."

"But I asked you second. So answer." He challenged, staring down into your eyes, with a shit eating grin on his face. That seemed to never leave.

"C'mon Rafe. What are you doing for real?"

"Nothing."

"You sure, cause i could have swear i heard Sofia say you were planning on taking her own the yacht." You accused him, arms crossed. Staring up at the older male, with a frown on your face.

"Why would I do that, when you’re here? Explain that to me." Clocking his eyebrow up with confusion.

"I don't know Rafe. You tell me. Cause last time I heard she was the one you’ve been seeing for the past few weeks?”

"It was a laps of judgment on my behalf, I’m not going to lie. But I told you this, when you asked last week."

"Whatever you tell yourself." You mumbled not trying to hear lies, you believed to be true.

"I'm being truthful for once in my life." He told you, rolling his eyes. Making his way around that counter that was blocking you from him. Shaking your head in denial. No he was a known liar to get what he wanted.

"I promises you, I'm telling the truth." He pleaded with you. Reaching out to grab your arms. He need you within reach before you pulled away more.

"Please don't lie to me Rafe. Please."

"I promise. No matter what you hear it will always be you."

"Even if she made you chose?"

"Even then." He told you truthful, with a small smile on his lips, glancing down at your lips.

"Then have me." You breathless mumbled glancing at his lips, biting your bottom lip.

You didn't have to tell him twice before she crashed him lips with yours, gripping tighter into your hips pulling you up for a more comfortable position. Devouring you lips, grunting into your mouth. Drawing a moan from yours lips, as you fought for dominance. Which you were sadly not winning. He could stay here for the rest of him life. But not only was Sarah's a few doors down, you both were in the middle of the living room.

Breaking away from you, with blown out eyes. Seemly glossed over, trying to caught you breath. Peering down at you with love filled eyes.

"Will you be mine?"

"Do you even have to ask."

[sulfies]

IF I Lead (PT2)

Part 1 here

At least The stars looked the same… one common thing the apocalypse and the medieval times had together was the lack of light pollution.

One of the rare things he could let himself enjoy guilt-free.

He had gone into the town in the morning and walked around discreetly.

It was a lot… all the noise and people assaulted his senses but he needed to get the Vanice and to get there he needed to make money. Not only so he could arrive there but also survive once he did. 

If he guessed the timeline right, he had a couple of years till the apple arrived in Italy, which gave him a long time to plan and get his bearings. It was both a blessing and a curse. The thought of having to wait all that time made his skin itch.

He would find a temporary job in Monteriggioni for the time being, till he got his pocket money and no longer.

He could join the mercenaries,

he really didn't like the idea of being a sword for hire but they were paid relatively well and he could fight and with many of them in town he could be forgotten in the numbers unlike becoming a tradesman and people remembering his face. The less bonds he made with the village folk, the better.

They also hired almost anyone and always needed numbers, he could pass off as a seasoned fighter and most likely they would take him in.

He turned to his side, a small shiver crept up to his body. The guard tower didn't really break the winds of the chill night air and he only had his hoodie as a blanket. He had survived worse so he would make do.

Shutting his eyes Desmond tried to make himself fall asleep. He had a lot to do tomorrow, who knew he would be job-hunting again in his lifetime.

—-----------

As dawn broke over the valley Desmond scaled his tower down, he was leaving his backpack behind in the tower since it seemed like no one was going in it for their rounds. 

Walking around the town he was willing himself to stay calm, he had his two-day freak-out but now it was time to focus.

He made his way up the village and to the side street where he remembered the barracks to be.

He came across the two-story building covered in lumbar with some workers outside, it seemed like Ezio had already begun repairs on it.

Desmond took a deep breath before shaking his hands out. God, when did he become so scared of basic conversations…

Licking his lips he walked closer to the building giving some nods to the workers he passed. 

A young man, standing right outside the door leaning on the frame to the side, noticed him.

In a dismissive attitude, the man spoke to him, 

“What's your business here grandpa?” 

Desmond scoffed but put on a small fake grin. He needed to charm them for a way in.

“Missus said I had to get off my ass so was coming to see if you folk got any need for additional men, or is there now an age limit to holding a weapon?”

The man shook his head, turned to his friend with a shit-eating grin “Oh a forward one isn't he?” He turned back to Desmond “We don't just accept any old fart off the street you know?”

“I should hope not, or it would be bad news for the village's safety. Anything I need to prove I can show it to a man that needs the proof, just tell me who and where.”

The young man looked him up and down a bit then sent his friend a look. Leaning away from the frame he turned to the door.

“I'll ask inside but don't get your hopes up if all you can do is to hold a sword.”

Desmond hummed as the man went in.

His friend was eyeing him now.

 “Lost your old job and the miss booted you?”

Desmond chuckled “Could say so, some had promised a job to me but it fell through and now my lovely warden demands coins.” He looked sheepishly to the side. 

The friend smiled knowingly “You guys moved here then?”

Desmond shook his head “Nah, just me. She doesn't like leaving her mother's side, except to come to fetch my purse of course. Left her back in Venice as I get a footing here”

Men his age were usually married in this time period, a fake backstory would come in handy for him too when it was time to go to Venice and if his ‘wife’ was never here… no one could talk about how they had never seen her. It wasn't too uncommon for men to leave their wives back to find work anyway.

They exchanged more small talk till the door opened and the young man returned, head signalling him to come in.

“He said he will take a look at you.”

Desmond walked in after him taking in the scene. He never got to see the inside of his place in the Animus. Construction was mostly on the outside but there were a few people also inside doing some work, mostly replacing some beams and floors.

Some mercenaries were practicing light moves on dummies to the side but most of them were around the tables to the left chatting and… ofcourse drinking.

He got led through another door at the other end of the hall that opened up to a smaller room with a handful of people inside. They were of higher rank than the people in the main room, he assumed. Their clothes were a bit nicer, faces more hardened.

“Iulio tells me you wish to join us?” One of the men steps up to him, short hair with a small scar across his cheek, his gaze judging his form. 

“Marsilio”

The man holds his hand out and Desmond shakes it. “Dominico” It was close enough to his name that he could get himself to respond to it if called out.

“Isn't it a bit late for a career change?”

Desmond chuckles “I’m not new to fighting, worked as a guard on the outskirts of Florance in my youth. Know how to hold a sword and use it too.”

Marsillio taps on his lip, mirroring where Desmond’s scar would be. “A gift from that time then?” Desmond nods “Good, seeing battle puts you above some of the new recruits… but I can't just accept anyone that walks through the door can I?”

Desmond wanted to sigh, maybe he should just steal some money from the Villa.

“You know basic forms?” “Si, and more”

A small hum of approval. 

The man looked him over with more intent, clearly trying to see if his body was built for the job, and a part of Desmond would take offence if he was denied. He was fit for his age, not a bodybuilder but he had been using the same muscles the same way since his 20s.

“Alright, God knows we can always use more men but you can join as a temporary recruit, no pay till you prove you won't throw your back out when you are swinging a sword.”

Desmond held back a scowl, he knew they were basically hazing him at this point but he had to bear it and play this game. “Good with me, but you better not wait for me to die from age to pay me my due.”

Marsillio let out a laugh and placed a slap on his back “Hah! It depends if you can pull your weight”

Desmond gritted his teeth, he could feel a headache coming in.

“I want you here first thing in the morning by the first bell, you will join the training with the recruits, your previous experience doesn't mean shit to me till you show it”

He nodded “Understandable, Thank you, Sir”

“Bah just call me my name, we are the same age likely” 

“All right Marsillio, I'll be here by dawn”

—------------

The training was… barely worth Desmond's time to be honest. He had gotten there before the bell and the group of ten made their way up to the ring below the villa. They ran some laps in the clearing nearby and were now swinging their swords at nothing. It was busy work mostly. Probably meant to bore the unwilled ones so they quit early.

Monteriggioni had not seen combat in a while and it shoved on everyone's skill. Mercenaries weren't meant to be masters of battle but they could have some more discipline. Mario really paid them all these years for nothing.

Desmond sighed and twirled his blade. It wasn't Marsillio seeing over them today but he recognized the man from the day before, he had the same uniform and was in the back room too so he must have some reputation and a rank as well. But not much since he was stuck having to teach the new members.

“Take a short rest people, then pair up, I want to see some hand-to-hand in the ring after!”

Now that was more fun. Desmond rested the sword on his shoulder as he wiped his brow. He didn't know anybody so he didn't bother to find a pair, whoever was the last pick would be with him and he didn't want nor have a need to make small talk.

“Dominico.” Desmond tore his eyes away to look at his senior. The man walked over to him throwing a waterskin, which he gladly accepted with a raised brow.

“You were not lying about the fact that you know your basics.”

He took a sip of water, refreshing himself. “I have no need to lie about that but I understand the skepticism” since he had lied about everything else.

“Mmhm. Paulo tells me your wife is back in Venice?” Ah, that must be Iulio’s friend.

“Si, ser…”

“Names Vincesco” Desmond repeats the name back. 

“What did you need?” “Ah nothing, came to introduce myself, most of the young ones are too bothersome to make talk with, too prideful for how little they know.”

Desmond hummed in agreement. “They have yet to see real combat, it is expected.”

“That is true, we are in peaceful times”

Both watched the bickering novices. Some lying on the grass, some showing each other around rather than resting.

It was somewhat nice to see them carefree. The small amount of youth back in his compound rarely had time to have fun, they had to do their tasks to survive not live…

“I'll tell you what, show me your skills in the ring today and I'll see if I can put in a word with Marsillio and the rest to get you out of this drag”

Desmond turned to Vincesco with a slight surprise, that would help a lot actually. “I was that impressive at swinging my sword left to right?”

The man chuckles “Nah, hard to make the mundane look good. But I can see from your footwork you know your stuff, we need more battle-ready men and I need fewer kids to babysit.”

“I appriciate that Vincesco…”

“Dont thank me yet, If one of them wipes you into the ground I won't have anything to tell at all” 

Desmond shook his head. He would like to see them try.

[modelbus]

I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee

I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flirting Fools

“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“

The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.

“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.

“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.

“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.

“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.

“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”

“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.

“What’s an acronym?”

Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.

-

“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.

“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.

“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”

“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.

“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”

You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.

“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.

“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”

-

“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.

“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”

“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.

“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.

“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.

-

“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.

“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.

“We are when the when-ers.”

“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.

-

You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.

“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”

“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.

“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.

“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.

You grin, laughing. “Nah.”

-

“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”

“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”

“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”

“Oh.”

-

“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.

“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.

“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”

“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.

“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.

“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”

“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”

-

“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.

“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”

“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”

“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.

“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.

“You.”

-

“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.

“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.

“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”

“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”

“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“

-

“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”

“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.

“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”

“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.

“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.

“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”

“Oh, it’s certainly something.”

-

Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.

“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”

There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.

“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.

“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.

“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.

“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.

“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”

“I’ll just come get you, love.”

“You’re drunker than me.”

“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”

“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”

“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.

“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.

-

“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”

“Tom?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, please.”

“Whatever you say!”

-

<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins

“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.

“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.

“Have you?” You ask Jack.

“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”

“You’d what?”

“No, cause it’s my love.”

“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.” Jack says wisely.

“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”

“So many things. So so many things.”

-

When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.

There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.

"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."

He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.

Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.

"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."

"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."

You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.

"Five more minutes."

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✏ TNAIT 002: No Money, No Problem l.at fanfic

✰ pairing: nerdy!bandboy!anton x cheerleader!fem!reader | ✰ wc: 2.5k | ✰ cw: profanity, sexual themes, lgbt comments | ✰ plot: you find the perfect guy to help you bring up your grades, but he's so shy you wonder if you'll make any progress. too bad you couldn't get his cute little friend instead... [Series Masterlist]

“Dude! What the hell was that?” Chanyoung spat.

“What? Oh you mean making your wet dreams come true? In that case, you’re welcome,” Dongmin chuckled.

“Wet dreams? You’re the one who fantasizes about screwing the whole cheer squad, not me.”

“Stop acting like such a prude. You know you want it too. I saw your little buddy standing up for attention.”

“It was cold as fuck out there.”

“Right…those thoughts were pretty hot though, huh?”

“Shut up…”

“Look you just better make sure you pull your dorky ass together and text that girl before tomorrow. Unless…you’re too chicken,” Dongmin said as he began clucking like a chicken.

“God, you’re such a fucking child,” Chanyoung rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone.

Dongmin looked over his shoulder to watch him text you. “Dear my beloved personified fantasy,” he began. “I’d love to meet you tomorrow at 12 o’clock sharp to help you raise your grades while you raise that skirt,” he chuckled.

“Seriously dude, back the fuck up. I can’t concentrate,” Chanyoung sighed.

hey i wanted to text u before it got too late

i'll be at the library around 8am tomorrow morning

Sent 9:43pm

Chanyoung carefully re-read the messages, double-checking for any missing details.

"Ponytail" Typing...

"Shit!" he spat.

"What? What happened? Did you accidentally send her that video of you whacking off?" Dongmin teased.

"No...she's typing."

"Already?"

it's fine

i'll be up by that time anyway

should i...bring anything?

Sent 9:45pm

"Fuck! What do I say?"

"Gimme," Dongmin grinned as he snatched the phone from Chanyoung's hand.

yeah that sounds great

and nah ur good

just make sure u bring ur laptop...and maybe a notebook

Sent 9:46pm

Read 9:46pm

"Ponytail" Typing...

kk

gnite <3

Sent 9:46

gn

"Ha!" Dongmin exclaimed before giving Chanyoung back his phone. "Too easy," he huffed. "Now, all you gotta do is shave your balls and get ready for tomorrow," he smiled, patting Chanyoung on the shoulder.

"Shave my what?!"

"Your nuts, bro. So you can get that brain while you use yours," he chuckled.

"You know if anyone else heard the way you talk to me they'd think you were gay."

"I'm just being real with you."

"Yeah...really gay."

"Whatever," Dongmin laughed as he wrapped an arm around Chanyoung's shoulder.

"You sure lucked up, huh?" Abigail chimed as you told her about your little rendevous with Chanyoung. "I've seen him before, but I always kinda thought he was...y'know," she paused to flick her wrist, a motion you very well knew the meaning of.

"No, no. At least, I don't think so. He's just kinda shy."

"Shy? Or more into guys," she chuckled.

"Hey, knock it off. You're the one who told me to get my own guy."

"Actually, you wanted that. If I recall it correctly you said it would be weird for us to use the same guy."

"Oh...right," you blew air into your cheeks as you thought back to that moment earlier.

"Well, just let me know how everything goes for you. And remember, there's a sweet little Aussie boy named Jake who'd be more than glad to help you out," she smiled. "But beware. He's a subby little switch," she chuckled. "Cute and sexy."

"Hopefully, everything goes well tomorrow and I won't need your puppy," you chuckled as Abigail pulled up to your house.

"Fingers crossed that even if he is gay, he's at least useful."

"He's not gay."

"You don't know that for sure," she tilted her head.

"Neither do you," you tilted your head, mocking her.

"Hmm, fair enough. But you owe me lunch if he is," she smiled as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"You're really sure about this," you laughed.

"Uhh...duh."

"Okay well I gotta go inside now before my dad eats me alive," you said as you climbed out of the car.

"Good luck, girlie," she waved as you jogged to the front door, waving back at her.

The next morning, you stopped by the ATM to withdraw 50 bucks before meeting with Chanyoung. "This should be enough for today," you thought to yourself.

"Debit Declined, Transaction Failed," the automated voice chimed as you inserted your card. "What the hell?" you spat before attempting to insert your card again only to see the same message pop up 3 more times.

"Did dad freeze my debit card?" you asked as your mom answered the phone.

"Yes, he did it when you came home late last night."

"I literally just came home from a game."

"I know, but you know how he feels about that."

"Yeah...it's fine."

"What did you need the money for?"

"Nothing, I changed my mind," you lied.

"You sure, honey? I can send the money to you a different way. Just let me know how much you need."

"No, Mom. It's alright. Really. Thanks though."

"Okay, well let me know if you change your mind again."

"M'kay. I will."

"Bye," she said before hanging up.

You needed that money right now more than anything else. However, given the current circumstances, that wasn't an option.

"Hey," you waved shyly as you sat down at a table across from Chanyoung.

"Hey," he said, so softly that you almost didn't even hear him. "So, umm...what did you want to start working on first," he asked in that same sheepish tone.

"Umm, well maybe math. It's an introductory algebra course, but I'm kinda struggling to grasp it y'know."

"Can you show me what you've been working on?"

"Sure," you stood up to move your chair closer to him. "Sorry," you apologized as he jerked slightly. "Fuck, I hope I'm not being too aggressive," you thought to yourself.

"It-it's okay," he smiled softly before scrolling through your modules. "Dongmin and his stupid big mouth," Chanyoung thought to himself.

"So, what do you think we should do first?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"Umm...maybe we could look through one of the quizzes and review the content. It'll be the easiest way to learn."

As brilliant as that idea sounded, you didn't have the time to actually learn the material.

"I'm not trying to sound ungrateful or anything, but is there any way I can get you to do the majority of the work...I just don't really have time to learn this with cheer practice and everything," you cringed at your own words, realizing just how pathetic you sounded.

"Oh, uhh--"

"I'll pay you," you blurted just as you remembered that you couldn't exactly finance this little escapade. "Well...actually--"

"It's fine. You don't have to do anything unless you want to. Let's just look at this as a friendly favor," he shrugged as his lips formed into a shy smirk.

"Huh, really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, turning back to the laptop. "You can watch me work the problems out. Maybe it'll help you learn the material," he said as you leaned over, unconsciously bracing yourself on his thigh.

You listened as he explained the process of solving each equation and watched him scribble notes in your journal. For a moment, you got lost in his eyes. You watched them glaze across the screen through his glasses.

Maybe it was his shyness, or maybe it was something else, but your heart always fluttered when he came around. That was the real reason you stumbled on your words whenever you spoke to him.

It was something about the way he bit his bottom lip when he was focused that made you want to kiss him...

"Ugh!" he groaned as you lost your balance. Your hand fell right into his manhood and you could see it all over his face.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," you pleaded, grabbing onto his shoulder as he hunched over in pain.

"I-it's alright...I know you didn't do it on purpose," he said, grinding his teeth together.

"Umm, do you want me to get something?"

He exhaled deeply before replying, "No, I just have to wait it out."

"I'm really sorry," you apologized again as he continued to take deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut. You reached over to close your laptop. "We can finish this later," you said as he seemed to calm down.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You've already done more than I would've."

"So..tell me something about yourself. Since we're gonna be hanging out a lot more often, we might as well take the time to get to know each other," you said as the two of you sat outside together.

"There isn't really much to know," he shrugged.

"What about past relationships?" this question was triggered by a sense of curiosity and the fact that Abigail was so sure he was gay.

"Well, I've never really dated anyone before," he said, looking off.

"Anyone...well did you at least have a crush?"

"Hmm...there was this one girl I liked, but she only ever saw me as a friend."

"Have you always been into music?"

"Huh? How'd you know I was into music?"

"Shit," you swore to yourself. You didn't hear this from him..

"Oh, well umm I remember seeing you in the orchestra during the first week of school," you were able to save your ass this time, but you had to be more careful. You knew more than you were letting on.

"Oh yeah. Well, actually my parents encouraged me to start playing the cello, but I grew to like it on my own. Heh, I remember one time when I stayed up all night to learn this one piece. It was really important because that would be my first solo performance in high school," you watched as he smiled thinking back to that moment.

"Well I'm sure you did amazing," you smiled.

"Ehh...that would've been the expected outcome," he chuckled to himself. "But I thought it was a brilliant idea to be Romeo before my performance and ended up forgetting half of my solo. You can imagine how that went."

"Not really..."

"Well, it's like I said earlier. She saw me as a friend. So my head was all over the place after that. I should've just waited until after the show to tell her. I was gonna do it anyway."

"Hmm...maybe," you sighed, wondering if he still had feelings for her or had moved on by now.

"Alright, enough about me. It's my turn to ask you some questions."

"Okay, hit me," you laughed at his boldness.

"How many relationships have you been in?"

"Zero. Next question."

"Zero?! How?"

"My parents are pretty strict so I wasn't allowed to date. To them, my grades are the most important thing. But there was one guy I liked. He was a little older than me, but he hated the fact that we had to sneak around all the time," you sighed thinking back to the first real boyfriend you could've had.

"Oh, well I can understand that," he said looking over to you as if he was trying to read your body language, hoping it would expose another part of you.

"So what else did you want to ask me?"

"What made you come up to me? Aside from needing help."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've come to every game and that was the first time we ever spoke to each other. I'm just wondering if there was something that stood out," his shaggy brown hair was perfectly draped across his face, slightly peeking over his round glasses.

"Uhh...well you were a familiar face. I figured you had to be a genius if you were in the orchestra. Y'know musically inclined people are said to be more intelligent," you smiled even though you knew very well that you chose him randomly and could barely remember him on your own.

"Heh, that's what my dad always tells me," he smiled with an expression so pure and sweet you could only sit there in silence.

You felt bad realizing that your only intention of talking to him in the first place was to use him to improve your grades. Plus this little heartfelt conversation started for two reasons--1) you had to buy time to come up with another form of payment and 2) you were not buying Abigail lunch.

If you didn't need him, you honestly wouldn't have looked twice in his direction. Yes, you found him attractive, but that was it. You didn't care about his interests...

"Spill the tea! Is he gay or not?" Abigail squealed as you met up with her in the campus cafe.

"Woah, what happened to 'hey, how did the studying go?'" you laughed.

"Tell me about that after this. I'm starving and I wanna know if I'm gonna be paying or not."

"Well he told me about a girl he liked back in highschool so I think that should answer your question."

"Dammit," she swore before reaching in her bag. " Text me what you want. I'm gonna go order out stuff and I'll be right back, 'kay?"

You nodded as she walked away. You watched her blonde ponytail sway with her movements as she went up to the register. You had completely forgotten about the whole frozen card thing, so you were even happier that she would be paying today.

"Alright, now tell me. Did you suck him off or what?"

"Ugh! No way. I was gonna pay him instead, but my dad froze my cards so I'm just pretending to be his friend so he can keep helping me," this was mostly true except for the fact that you were kinda falling for him.

"Well, you can either keep doing that or at least try to get some pleasure out of it. As cute as my little Jakey is, I just need him for my grades," she smiled, flipping her ponytail. "Do you really think I care about his nerdy life?"

"I know right," You laughed.

"You just need to give that boy your homework and walk away. He's not your study-buddy he's your dorky little fuck-toy and that's it. Don't let him bore you to death with his lame-ass life stories. That is not what you signed up for girl.”

“Honestly. After he fixes my grades I’ll probably never talk to him again.”

“Yeah, until next semester,” Abigail laughed. “I’m not trying to sound like the stereotypical blonde, but I’m too pretty to use my brain. Especially when I have a body like this,” she poked her tongue out as she playfully shook her tits.

“Oh my god! You can’t do that in public,” you hid your face behind your hand.

“Oh baby trust me, there’s a whole LOT you can do in public. It’s only illegal if you get caught,” she winked. “Thanks,” she smiled as the waiter came to the table with your food.

Abby wasn't entirely wrong. You could get away with a lot in public, but someone else is always present. Another witness. Another loose end. Or maybe...a ticking time bomb. Eager to get their way at the expense of your dirty little secret.

Living a double-life has its consequences.

You were so wrapped up in your conversation with Abigail you failed to notice Dongmin who was busy cleaning a table not too far from you. How were you supposed to know he worked here part-time? Like you said earlier, you hardly even knew of their existence before the other night.

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Babycakes

Word count: 3836

Gordon Malloy x Reader

//Warnings: Smut. Drinking. Cursing.

Gordon was always so good at throwing parties. It was like he thrived on it, though he endlessly complained about the clean-up every time.

The first time you even met Gordon was at one of his parties your friend had dragged you to, back at Union Point. She'd left you standing alone in the kitchen as she fawned over some dark-haired man in the corner.

You were just standing there, nursing a shitty beer when he entered, all boisterous and redheaded and freckled, expertly weaving around the crowd and taking up the empty space next to you as he poured some shots. He glanced up at you with a casual “Hey,” as he grabbed a bottle of hard liquor from a high cabinet, looking back down at the shots he was pouring and continuing to peek at you. “You wanna shot?”

“Is the host okay with you stealing his liquor?” You questioned curiously, and he'd laughed at you, shaking his head.

“Thankfully for both of us, this is my place,” he motioned with his free hand. “Shot?”

It was probably better than your shitty beer, and would surely get you to feel something quicker, so you agreed, and he gave you a shit-eating grin, reaching for another mini red solo cup and pouring another shot.

“Ed! Get your ass over here and take this shot, man!”

“I'm coming, dude, chill out.”

You glanced towards the voice to see the same dark haired man your friend supposedly abandoned you for, said friend nowhere in sight.

“Where'd that girl go?”

“No idea man.” He spotted you, and offered a smile. “I'm Ed,” he'd informed, and you nodded, giving him your name.

 “Gordon, by the way.”

“You poured her a shot but didn't get her name?”

“Look, man, I was pouring shots-”

“Dude you're the host-”

“It's fine,” you cut in, glancing between them and trying not to laugh at the argument happening in front of you. “Not a big deal.”

Gordon smiled at you, slipping the little red cup in your hand. “See, man?”

Ed rolled his eyes, picking up another little cup.

The three of you clinked your crappy little cups and threw the shot back, Ed gagging almost immediately as you made an unhappy face.

“This liquor sucks, dude.”

The ginger just smiled again, shaking his head at the two of you. “Weak.” He slung an arm around Ed to tug him away, glancing back at you. “I'll see you around!”

And that was that. Or so you thought.

You were lounging in bed the next morning when your comm started ringing, and, blearily, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey!” You heard a thunk, and the caller cursed. “Hey, it's Gordon. We met last night?”

You paused, looking around your room in confusion, as if the walls could explain this interaction to you. “...Uh, yeah?”

“I looked you up.” A clang, and another loud curse. “Sorry, I'm still cleaning up.”

“You aren't calling to ask me to help, are you?”

He laughed, and you couldn't help but smile a little. “I thought about it, but nah. I actually wanted to see if you wanted to come by next Friday? I'm having another party and you seem chill enough.”

“Chill enough?”

“Yeah. Maybe we can all get to know each other, be friends or whatever.”

You smiled a little wider. “Yeah, that sounds cool.”

“Sweet. Starts at 2100, so I'll see you, babycakes. Malloy out.”

And the rest is history, as they say. He'd invited you to basically every party he'd thrown since, the only exceptions being when you were posted to different places. 

When you took an opening in the Orville's science department, you weren't even sure if he was still there. When he was busy, messages and calls were few and far between, and he'd been pretty busy since taking the posting five years prior. Not to say he didn’t make time for you! He had insisted that the two of you find time at least once a month to catch up, and it was… nice.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t fallen for Gordon over the years. He was cute! Both back when you met him and now, with scruff on his face and his pretty brown eyes. And you learned to love the way that, in some ways, he never really grew up. Gordon was still the party guy you always knew, and he still called you to complain when he was cleaning up.

When you first boarded the Orville, you were greeted by Ed, who gave you a big grin, glancing at the security officer at his side.

“Lieutenant Commander!” He reaches to shake your hand, excited. “Been a long time!”

“It’s nice to see a friendly face,” you laugh at his enthusiasm, nodding at the Xelayan woman behind him.

“Malloy’ll probably be psyched when he sees you.”

You snort, shaking your head at him as he motions you forward. 

“Come on. I’ll show you the lab.”

“Perfect. I’d love to see the place.”

He grins, motioning you along. “How’s headquarters?”

“Same as always. Boring.”

“Well, you’ll get plenty of excitement here.”

“So I've heard. You guys have been crazy busy, huh? Kaylon fights and trips to Krill…”

“You’re listing all the not fun stuff,” he sighs exasperatedly, leading you into the lab.

It’s… pretty bare. You don’t see a whole lot of staff milling about. You glance at Ed, who looks sheepish.

“We’re working on getting it back up to snuff.”

“Right.” You sigh, looking over the small crew, a few of which wave at you.

“Come on.” He motions back out of the lab. “It’s almost dinner and I wanna see Gordon lose his mind when you walk into the mess.”

“‘Lose his mind’ is dramatic,” you roll your eyes as you follow him. “It’s Gordon. He’s almost always happy and excited.”

“It’s different when it’s you.” He shrugs, and you let the suggestion roll off your shoulders.

Ed makes a lot of suggestions after all, and always has. Even when Gordon has had a girlfriend, Ed would have something to say that suggested Gordon wanted you. Asinine.

When the pair of you step into the mess, someone calls out to Ed, and you prepare to duck away, but he takes you by the elbow, dragging you towards the table mostly comprised of strangers.

“Gordon,” he calls once you’re closer to the table, nudging you in front of him.

The redhead turns from his conversation with another crewmember, and he brightens up when he sees you, moving to scoop you into a hug. “Hey, babycakes!”

You groan loud, returning the hug. “It’s been almost twenty years. You can’t drop the nickname?”

“Nope. I like it.” He pulls back to grin at you. “Fits you.”

You can feel Ed’s eye roll as you pull away. “You gonna introduce me?”

“Yeah! Yeah,” he pulls back the rest of the way as you smooth your hands over your uniform.

He introduces you to the group around him, which, of course, just so happen to be the senior officers of your new posting. Joy.

“Babycakes?” LaMarr chuckles at you, and you sigh.

“It’s a long story.”

“No, I’ve heard of you.” You flush. “Good to put a face to the name.”

“Uh… right, yeah.” You nod.

Gordon ushers you to sit, and if you didn’t know any better, you might think he was a little flushed, but you knew Gordon. Come hell or high water, he was never embarrassed.

The next week or so you spend getting settled in. Taking a new posting is hard, from learning the inner workings of a new lab, to getting to know your coworkers, to… hanging out with Gordon.

You can’t help it. Something about him is just sort of magnetizing to you. Always has been. He’s an ass, but also the most sociable people-person you know. It’s nice having him around. He’s the fun and free to your occasionally stuffy and lame. 

He’s taken to hanging around your quarters as you decorate and put things away, blabbing mindlessly about both things you already knew and things you didn’t.

“I’m hosting a party tomorrow,” he offers one day, and when you peek at him, his eyes are fixed on your viewscreen.

You return to hanging the picture of the two of you. “Oh?”

“You’re gonna come, right? 2100.”

You sigh, listening to him shift on your couch. “I dunno, Gord…”

“You have to. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You sigh at him again, shaking your head. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, Malloy, I said okay.”

“Sweet!” He darts up, grinning at you and heading for the door. “Just dress, like, a little nice but mostly comfy. It’s gonna be in the sim, and we’re going for, like, a 1990s club look.”

You raise your brows. “1990s?”

“Yup.” He’s already halfway out your front door. “See you!”

Once you get the picture hung, you settle in to do some research. Gordon and his theming. What did people even wear in the 1990s?

It takes a while, but when you head to bed, you have a pretty good idea for what you’ll wear.

The next workday is slow. The day before your day off usually is, but your nerves around the party don’t help. You’re realizing you haven’t been to a party since Gordon was posted on the Orville, and it’s messing with your head a bit. You’ve never truly been a party person. If you were being honest, you only went to Gordon’s because… well, it was Gordon.

But when the workday ends, you suck it up, heading to your quarters to get ready. You’d settled on baggy dark cargo pants and a shiny tube top. It felt and looked like the right combination of supposedly stylish and comfortable, but looking in the mirror, you’re just a little unsure.

You try to make yourself more sure by doing up your makeup and hair, completing the look with dark liner and hair down and fluffed out. It… doesn’t quite work, but when you look up it’s 2200, and while you can be late to a party, you know if you’re much later, Gordon will come looking.

So, you usher yourself out the door and to the sim. You enter into a dark room with strobing lights, and John catches your arm when you almost run smack into him.

“Woah! Careful,” he laughs, holding his drink up and to the side. “I almost doused you in beer.”

He looks a little weird, in his jeans, tee, and useless open button up, but it fits. A brief glance around, and you notice all of the men are dressed this way. Cheaters.

“It’s okay. Sorry, man.”

“It’s cool! You look good.” He looks around, clearly searching for someone. “Gordon’s at the bar.”

“I didn’t ask where Gordon was?” You scrunch your brow at him, and he grins.

“You don’t have to, man. I know.” He pats your back, pushing you along, and by the time you gather yourself to say something back, he’s gone.

You move towards the bar, Ed passing by as you go and giving you a thumbs up. You just wave him off, settling against the bar next to Gordon, raising your voice over the noise to order a drink from the simulated bartender.

You think you see Gordon look you up and down, but when you turn your head to look at him, he’s looking at your face.

“Hey, babycakes.”

“Hey, you.”

You know he looks you up and down this time. “You wanna shot?”

“Aren’t we a little old for shots?”

He snorts, ordering shots from the simulated bartender. “Nope. No such thing.” “What did you just order?” He smiles wider as a bunch of little yellow glasses are set in front of him. “They’re called lemon drop shots. Perfect for you.” He hands you one.

“Why is it perfect for me?” You give the little glass a curious look.

“Can barely taste the alcohol.”

You raise a brow as he clinks his shot glass against yours, and, on his count of three, you tip them back.

You can still taste the alcohol, but it's more manageable, and you don't argue when he holds another one up for you to take.

The two of you do a few shots, until your face is a little too flushed under the club lights and he’s laughing at you, sliding your cocktail in front of you. “Okay, no more shots for you.”

“We can’t all be heavyweights, Malloy.”

“No, you’re right. You’re right. You’ve gotta be the lightweight.”

“Shut up,” you chuckle, reaching to push at his arm, letting your hand just rest there. You feel warm, and a little unsteady, and he doesn’t move to get your arm off of him, so surely it must be okay.

He’s got more muscle than you remember, you think absently. Working on a starship must have done a lot more for his figure than sitting at a desk did. You don’t realize you’re caressing his arm until he sort of squeaks, and you tug your hand away like he’s burned you. “Sorry.”

“It’s cool,” he tries, but his face disagrees with his words, and you feel awful. “You must really be feeling it.”

You nod numbly, reaching over the bar to ask for a water. It’s delivered to you promptly, and you give the woman behind the bar a nervous smile.

“You gonna be okay by yourself for a minute?”

You wave him off, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Yeah, I’m good. Go mingle.”

He flashes you another smile, disappearing into the crowd, and you practically slump into the bar, feeling awful.

You settle in to sober up by drinking water, and by the time Gordon finds you again, it’s nearly two hours later and about four glasses of water, and, really, you feel fine now, sipping away on your cocktail instead, which is pitifully watered down at this point.

He shoots you a grin, and you bristle a bit at the younger woman hanging off his arm as he orders them both drinks. You watch her lean up to say something, and you solidify your decision in your head as she tells him, louder, that she’ll be right back.

The moment she steps away, you lean into the bar and towards him, peeking up at him. “Hey, Gordy.”

He chuckles at you, giving you a curious look. “You drunk?”

“Nahhh,” you shake your head in denial, earning another laugh.

“You should probably head home.” “Home?” You take a stumbling step back from the bar, and he reaches for your elbow. “No, I think it’s time to dance.”

“You’re gonna fall on your face.” He glances in the direction the other woman went, and sighs in defeat. “Let me walk you home.”

It makes you an awful friend, but, internally, you cheer. Victory!

“What? No no no, you don’t have to-”

“Come on.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you out of the sim as you stumble a bit.

The air outside of the sim feels cold compared to the warmth of everyone dancing inside, and you lean into him, listening to him sigh.

“I thought you were drinking water.”

“I had some water,” you agree, tugging his arm further around your shoulders.

“Uh huh.” “I did,” you insist, slowing to a stop by your door. “Come inside.”

He’s giving you that look again, but you tap your code in and tug him inside, feet firmly under you as you turn to ask if he wants a drink, but inertia nearly causes Gordon to knock you over, and he reaches to steady you by the shoulders.

“Woah! Careful. Sorry.”

He’s actually still pretty close to you, and he hasn’t pulled back, just looking at you like he’s worried.

You’re probably still a little tipsy, but you can't help yourself, and you reach to grab the back of his head, tugging him into a kiss, pressing yourself against him.

You can feel him freeze, hands on your shoulders holding a little harder before they drop to your waist, and, thank god, he’s kissing you back. You nip at his lip and he groans, and, blindly, you take a couple of steps back, one of his hands splaying over the small of your back to hold you close, the other pressing over the bare skin of your waist.

He pulls back from you, and, hey, you can see again, so you keep moving, pulling him towards your bedroom and leaning to mouth at the column of his throat.

He pulls completely away when you cross the threshold, and you whine, watching the way his ears flush when you do.

“You, uh,” it's really cute, watching him try and gather himself, “you should sleep it off.”

“Sleep what off?”

“The alcohol.” He moves towards your clothes to find pajamas, and while your heart warms, you aren’t ready to go to sleep just yet.

“Gordon.”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t turn to look at you.

“I’m not drunk.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, okay, babycakes.”

“No, Gordon, I’m serious.”

“Did you not see yourself stumbling around?”

“Gordon…”

“Look, we can talk about it in the morning.”

“I was pretending.”

He does look at you then, brow furrowed. “What?”

“I pretended to be really drunk.”

“Why would you pretend to be really drunk?”

You flush, suddenly embarrassed, even if your plan worked more than perfectly. “...How else do you get your cute friend to walk you home when you both live on a totally safe starship?”

He stares at you a little longer before he comes back over to you, searching your face, and you groan.

“What are you looking for?”

“Here,” he holds up a finger, “follow my finger with your eyes.”

“A sobriety test? Seriously?”

“Just fucking do it.” He chuckles nervously, moving it side to side in front of your eyes, and you sigh, focusing on his hand to follow back and forth.

“Satisfied?”

He doesn’t answer, pulling you in to kiss you again, one hand drifting to paw at your ass as you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck, gently pushing him to your bed, climbing into his lap when he blindly takes a seat.

When you pull back, he’s gazing up at you, huffing softly and looking at you with unadulterated affection.

He leans to kiss at your neck, and your breath hitches a bit as his hands smooth over your skin, sliding his hand up to knead at your breast, hips bucking up against you as you arch into him.

He mutters an apology against your skin, pulling back to take a breath. 

You feel a bit lightheaded, and, god, could anyone blame you? You have the man you’ve pined after for far too long in your bed, and essentially under you. In fact…

You brace a hand on his shoulder, pushing him to lay down as you climb off him, stripping off your pants and top, leaving you in just your panties, given that you couldn’t find a good bra for the tube top, and his eyes rove over you hungrily, and if you were unsure before, you certainly aren’t now.

You watch him fumble for a second, sitting up and shedding layers until he’s left in just his boxers, eyes dragging over you. 

“You are so fucking hot,” he breathes, and you chuckle a little, moving to push him down against the bed again, climbing over him and settling yourself over the tent in his underwear, causing him to hiss softly, hands coming to grab at your hips. “Fuck.”

“Gordon,” you prompt sweetly, reaching to take one of his hands and guide it to your breast. “Touch me.”

He grunts out another curse, leaning up to kiss you, hard and needy, massaging your skin and gently pinching your nipple.

You grind your hips against him and he makes a strangled noise, hands dropping to your ass again as he pulls back. “Ride my face?”

“What?” You pant softly. “Gordon-”

“No, I wanna fuck you, but I want you to finish. Please? Let me taste you? Let me make you feel good.”

He’s almost begging, and it's kind of hot, so you nod, and he reaches to try and help you rid yourself of your panties, pulling you up his body.

You stop when you reach the headboard, second guessing yourself. Before you can voice your doubts, he’s pulled you down against his mouth, and you cry out, gripping the headboard.

He eats you out like a man starved, and you can’t put your finger on what he’s doing with his tongue, but fuck it’s working for you, and it’s not long before the world around you dissolves into white noise, and Gordon works you through it like a champ, helping ease you down onto the bed as you catch your breath, wiping his mouth absently.

“Holy fuck,” you gasp, looking at his almost sheepish face.

“Is that a good thing?”

You laugh, pushing up and urging him onto his back, tugging his boxers down and trying to reach your nightstand for a condom at the same time.

He chuckles at your efforts, gently pushing your hand away from his waistband, ridding himself of the offending item as you tear open a foil packet, reaching down to roll it over him, reveling in the way he arches into your touch.

“You sure you wanna-”

“Whatever you’re gonna ask, yes, I’m sure,” you interrupt, lining him up before sinking down onto his cock, and his hands fly up to grab at your hips again, grip so hard you think you might have fingerprint bruises tomorrow.

“Oh god,” his eyes drop to where his dick disappears into you, and once you’re seated, he barely manages to rasp out a “Please.”

Never one to turn down such a polite request, you begin riding him in earnest, jolting a little when he reaches to press his thumb to your clit.

You can feel heat pooling in your lower abdomen again, and a choked moan escapes you as Gordon snaps his hips up into you, muttering about being close.

He finishes first, but, to your surprise, you fall off the precipice after him, and he sits up as you do, carefully jostling you as he holds you through it, pressing kisses to your face as you huff softly.

After a few moments, he eases you off him and into your bed, moving to discard of the condom and get you covered up, hesitating at the side of your bed.

“Get in, idiot,” you sigh fondly, patting the spot next to you, and he’s quick to comply, wrapping his arms around you and pull you close.

“So… what… does this make us?”

You tilt your head to look at him, watching him worry his lip.

“...Dinner date tomorrow?”

He furrows his brow, peeking at you. “...Like a real date?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re on, babycakes.”

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Outsiders Prompt fic 1- Aren't you tired of this?

This for @battleslippers who requested prompt #6 and Tim Shepard

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“Heyyy Tim,” Curly was sprawled out on the sofa for the third time this week, glassy eyed and sloppy. Ma was beside him, eyes the sort of bright Tim knew could go from nice to nasty in an instant and for a second he thought he might cry.

He didn’t- of course he didn’t- but he could’ve. Shit, Curly was takin’ this whole situation real hard. He’d always liked his booze a bit too much but Tim figured that was just part of their DNA. This was something else though. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his kid brother truly sober.

“Timmy,” Ma smiled and Tim felt his shoulders tense. There was no good ending to his mother’s brief moments of excitement. He’d survived enough of her tantrums and rages to know it, “come sit with us! Have a drink.”

She’d always liked him the best.

“No,” he tugged the bottle of tequila out of Curly’s hand, “I think you’ve both had enough.”

Ma’s face darkened, “I am your mother. Don’t think you can tell me when I have and haven’t had enough.”

His mother. Right. Maria Shepard wasn’t his mother. She was a child without a childhood. A baby who’d had babies. A monster of her own making.

“Fine,” he knew better than to argue. They wouldn’t make it through the afternoon without her screaming, but if he played his cards right they might get a few more hours of peace, “but Curly’s done.”

She didn’t fight him. She never did when it came to the twins, never had, never once even wanted to. 

“Aw that ain’t fair,” Curly protested, but his voice was slurred and he was too drunk to stand on his own let alone fight him on it. Tim passed the liquor over to Ma, who immediately took a swig. “I wasn’t- wasn’t finished.”

“Oh you’re finished all right,” moving to the side of the couch, he wrapped one arm around Curly's thin shoulders- christ the kid needed to eat more- and hauled him to his feet, half carrying, half dragging him down the hall to his room. 

He dumped him onto the mattress on his side of the room. Angela had propped hers up on milk crates years ago but Curly had always left his on the ground, always slept curled up in the far corner, even when he was a baby, like if only when was small enough and far enough beneath notice he could ever have a chance at resting.

“Aren’t you tired of this?” Tim asked, “The boozin’ and the drugs- don’t say you ain’t tried anything, why else would you be a mama’s boy all of a sudden? Seriously kid, you’re killin’ me here.”

“Nah,” cloudy blue eyes blinked at him, “I’m killin’ myself.”

A shock of panic shot through him like lightning.

“Shut up!” He shook his kid brother’s shoulders half desperately, “You ain’t! Shut up!”

The faintest hint of that troublemaker grin showed on his face, “you can’t stop me.”

“Watch me.”

Curly’s eyes filled with tears. Tim couldn’t say he didn’t expect it. Drunk folk were awful predictable, even though Curly was- per usual- trying to give him a heart attack.

“He’s gone, Tim,” Curly’s voice broke, the drunken grin and sardonic comments replaced with such genuine misery Tim can feel it stinging even him, “they- the socs- the socs killed him. Drowned him in a fountain like-like he wasn’t nice and smart and good-”

“-I know,” Tim doesn’t really do affection and Curly doesn’t usually like it but shit the kid needs something, and per usual Tim is all he’s got, so he pulls him into a hug tight enough to bruise even though its clunky and awkward not a Shepard type thing to do. Those damn socs had already taken one east side kid this month. He’d be damned if he let them take another- even indirectly. He’d be damned if they took Curly. “Shit kid, I know.”

“He was my friend.” Tim knew that wasn’t strictly true. Ponyboy Curtis had always meant more to Curly than a simple friend.

“I know.”

 Curly swallowed convulsively before starting to sob in earnest, tears soaking into Tim’s sweatshirt. 

“It’s ok,” Tim said, knowing it wasn't any sort of ok, “it’ll be alright.”

They stayed like that until Curly finally fell asleep.

[ragingcrier]

inconsequential, slightly unsentimental | five.

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Grace thought she’d walk into an empty house, but instead her mum was home, her head in a bucket as she slumped on the couch. Throwing her bag to the side, she walks over to her mum, moving some of the hair out of her face. She uses the hair tie on her wrist to pull it back into a low ponytail.

‘Mum?’

‘Mm, sweetheart?’ Her mum slurs, her head not leaving the bucket.

‘What are you doing?’ Grace’s voice is gentle; it cracks slightly under the weight of her emotions.

‘Just having a rest, yeah? How was your first day?’

‘Yeah, it was alright, mum,’ she moves her mother to sit up. ‘Let’s get you in bed, hm?’

‘Oh yeah, sweetheart, that would be nice.’

Grace sighs, tears welling up in her eyes as she looks at the state of her mum. Mascara smudged, dried vomit on the side of her mouth, eyes barely open. She goes about getting her to bed, changing her clothes into pyjamas, wiping her mouth. She puts water and some painkillers on the bedside table. She finally allows a tear to drop down her cheek as she pulls the cover up over her mum.

‘Thanks, baby. Dad will cook you dinner tonight, yeah?’

Grace swallows back a sob at her mum’s slurred, soft voice. She could scream, tell her mum to wake the fuck up, Dad isn’t coming home. He’s gone, he’s never coming back, he can’t, he’s six feet in the fucking ground with the worms. Instead, she sniffles and tucks the cover under her mum’s chin. ‘Yeah, Mum. Get some sleep.’

And once she gets back to her own room, she cracks. Sobs and guttural groans of anguish that she doesn’t ever allow herself to feel. Her dad, her mum, Cook, the fog she feels in her mind sometimes. She cries for almost an hour, until her eyes are dried up and red, there’s no tears left. Mascara and eyeliner is smudged on under eyes that haven’t seen a decent wink of sleep in so long. But it’s covered, always covered, everything is covered. Her eye bags, her feelings, her wants, her needs, her everything. Reaching for the pack of Sterlings in her drawer, she lights one, sitting motionless, staring at the wall until she finishes smoking it.

A sudden knocking at the door draws her attention, the knocking doesn’t stop, which means it can really only be one person. Grace drags herself downstairs, taking a long breath before opening the door. There he stands, in that same red jumper from earlier, shit-eating grin on his face.

‘What do you want, Cook?’

His grin immediately drops at the sight of her, dishevelled to say the least. Makeup all smudged, eyes red from crying. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Can you just go.’

‘Woah, come on, darling,’ he throws his hands up in mock surrender. ‘Why the harsh treatment, I just came to check on you is all.’

‘Why do you care,’ her eyes don’t leave his. ‘Stop acting like you care.’

‘I do care. Look, what’s going on with you today?’ He looks offended. ‘Everything was fine this morning?’

‘Do you ever think critically? At all?’ Grace steps out of the house now, onto her front step and into the cold air. Her arms wrap around herself. ‘Do you ever stop to think that not everything is about you all the time.’

‘I think a lot, more than anybody gives me credit for. Cause I’m just Cook ain’t I?’ Cook looks angry now, stepping forward into her space. ‘Nah, it’s not about me, which is why I thought I’d bring you that good stuff you wanted but I guess you don’t want it anymore, aye?’

Her bottom lip trembles as she refuses to meet him in the eye, she doesn’t speak, just looks at their feet. Cook watches as she struggles to hold back tears, her body trembling as she stopped herself from sobbing.

‘Uncle Keith grows it, put in extra when I told him it was for you. He thinks your it and a bit, sweet girl he calls you.’

‘I’m anything but sweet,’ she whispers under her breath. But he hears, always hears her.

‘Yeah, darling, I know,’ he agrees, but it’s not judgemental. His tone… it’s almost understanding. He pulls the weed out of his pocket, quite a large bag of it. ‘Now, we gonna stand in the cold, or are we gonna go in and smoke blow?’

She’s still mad at him, infuriated really. But he stands on her front step with wide expectant eyes, almost like a puppy. He holds the bag out between them, if they both looked down, their foreheads would almost brush.

Grace’s fingers brush his as she grabs the bag, her eyes flick up to look into his before she turns, leaving the door open for him to follow. He shuts it behind him, a soft click. The stairs creak beneath his feet as he trails behind and into her room. Cook sits on the end of her bed, watching Grace at her desk, trying to roll a joint, but he hands don’t stop shaking for even a second.

He walks over to stand behind her, leaning over. His front presses against her back, chin brushing against her hair, his hands gently move hers aside, rolling the joint. He presses a soft kiss to her hair. Cook raises the joint to her lips, reaching into his pocket for a lighter. He turns her spinning chair to face him; her gaze doesn’t leave his face as he lights the joint for her. The loudness in her brain comes to a stop as she inhales, eyes closing, but her hands still shake as she pulls the joint back from her lips.

‘Have you eaten today?’ Cook questions. She shakes her head in response.

He leaves her room, and she wonders what he’s doing, but she doesn’t follow, smoking the joint instead. About ten minutes later he returns, some toast on a plate and some random snacks from her cupboard and fridge.

‘Right, dinner’s served, milady,’ he puts the plate down in front of her. Her eyes fill with tears again at the gesture, she berates herself in her head for being so pathetic. For a second she almost forgets that he shagged Effy in the nurse’s office.

‘Thank you…’ Grace lifts one of the slices of toast to her lips, taking a bite, it’s then that she realises how hungry she actually was. Cook moves beside her to roll another joint for himself.

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Almost two hours later they’re both splayed out on Grace’s bed. He lays upright while she lays sideways, head on his belly as a pillow. They pass another joint back and forth as they stare at the ceiling.

‘So, you gonna tell me what’s got you a right mess?’

Grace doesn’t know if it’s the weed or if he’s managed to somehow worm his way between the cracks in her walls, but she tells him. ‘My dad’s dead, my mum’s in denial, fucking around and drinking herself to death, and I have to take care of her and myself and somehow still go to that dumb fucking college and get the rest of my life sorted out.’

Cook tilts his head to look down at her, his fingers reach out to fiddle with the hair on top of her head. ‘Shit’s fucked, princess.’

‘Yeah, shit’s fucked,’ she takes another inhale of the joint before handing it to him.

‘My mum kicked me out, live at the college dorms. Don’t really care about that,’ he inhales. ‘Miss my brother, though.’

‘Brother?’

‘Little Paddy, absolute legend,’ he laughs, but the joy isn’t there.

‘Shit’s fucked then?’

‘Shit’s fucked. Sorry about your dad, though.’

‘Did you kill him?’ Grace stares at the white paint of her ceiling, so bare, just like the walls.

‘No?’

‘Don’t be then.’ She sits up. ‘Wanna do something?’

‘Uh, yeah?’ He follows, sitting beside her.

Walking over to her desk, she opens the bottom drawer, pulling out her paints and brushes. She sets them up on her desk, putting a bit of each colour onto a palette, dipping a brush in the blue. Cook watches every movement with a curious gaze. Grace moves to the white of her wall and begins painting, she doesn’t quite know what yeah, but the white was becoming too much.

Cook stands up and grabs his own brush, dipping it in paint before moving to stand beside her. He looks down at her smaller form before back to the wall, painting a stroke onto it.

They paint and smoke for hours, until her wall is covered in colours and drawings. They’re both higher than ever, giggling and moving around the room as music plays from her CD player. Somehow they end up dancing together, though not very well. His hands are on her waist as they sway around stupidly. And then he’s moving the hair out of her face, wiping the smudged mascara from under her eye with a gentle thumb. He’s soft, so soft, and she can’t help herself but to lean in. Their lips move against one another with longing and affection, like twin flames, two scared individuals who the world has treated poorly.

Cook lifts her gently, laying her out on her bed as he hovers above her. One elbow holds him up as the other is so gentle, brushing over her cheekbone. Their lips meet again; he peppers kisses along her jawline before trailing them down her neck. Her head tilts instinctually, opening up the creamy expanse of skin.

His hand trails down her body, one squeeze of her breast and then it’s fiddling with the waistband of her pyjama shorts. Then she’s snapping back into sense, gently pushing him away from her, and as much as he wants to fight back, he doesn’t.

‘What, what’s wrong?’ He stares down at her confused.

‘I can’t.’

‘What do you mean? Is it your period?’ He asks. ‘Cause a bit of blood doesn’t bother me, darling,’ he moves to kiss her again, but she sits up.

‘It’s not that.’

‘Then what is it?’ Cook looks so confused, it’s almost adorable, his eyes flickering around the room before resting on her again.

‘I can’t do mindless, Cook.’

‘Mindless, babe? What are you on about?’ He sits back on his knees.

‘I won’t be just another shag on your long list,’ she looks at him, and he knows she means what she is saying. ‘I won’t be a mindless fuck.’

‘Oh, so that’s what you think of me?’ He starts to get defensive, like he always does.

‘What was it you were doing in the nurse’s office then?’

He remains silent, avoiding her eyes. She nods, sitting back against the headboard.

‘I can’t do mindless, Cook, and I don’t think you can do mindful…’ Grace says softly. ‘And I’m not gonna ask you to change for me, I don’t expect it… But I’m also not gonna let myself get caught in the crossfire and burned.’

He listens, but she doesn’t know if he’s actually taking it in. He stares at the drying paint on her wall, not making a sound for many minutes.

‘And what if I prove it to you?’

Grace laughs at him, slumping back further on her bed before she realises he’s being serious. Her smile dropping.

‘Starting now,’ he turns to look down into her eyes. Her breath hitches at what she sees. There’s no deceit, there’s no teasing or cheekiness, just truth, seriousness, and perhaps… she thinks there’s a little bit of fear.

‘Don’t take me for naïve, Cook. Don’t get my hopes up.’

‘Never thought you were naïve, darling, sometimes your intelligence scares me.’

‘Good.’

‘I’ll prove it,’ he stands up, putting another joint in his mouth and lighting it to go. ‘I’ll prove it to you.’ And with that, he exits, leaving her alone in her room that smells of paint fumes and weed… and him.

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[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Chapter 22

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: this is fluff central ok, Henry and Charlotte being cuties (they get it from their dad so they’re a warning), implied smut,

A/N: I am so excited to share this chapter. This is like a day in the life kind of thing. Also a new member joins the Barnes family! I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself!

Series masterlist

“Hey Stark.” Bucky calls from the door to Tony’s lab.

“What’s up terminator?”

“Do you wanna see Steve get his ass kicked?”

“Always.” Tony replies as he tosses the screwdriver he had in his hand. “Why is he getting his ass kicked and by who?”

“Y/N has been cleared by medical and is starting her training today. What Steve doesn’t know is that the cure that Bruce created for the toxin doubled the serum she already had in her system.”

Tony laughs as he walks to the door, already taking his phone out and texting the rest of the team. Both men make their way to the gym as they talk about how they think Steve will do.

“I’m telling you Barnes, he’s gonna win”

“Nah, my girls got it in the bag.”

“Wanna bet on it?” Tony stops in front of the gym doors.

“Oh it’s on.”

They shake hands and walk in, the rest of the team already waiting for your training to begin. Bucky looks at you and winks as he and Tony settle side by side against a wall. Everyone is whispering amongst themselves and making bets on who will win. The odds are in your favor. Henry cheers for you and of course Lottie cheers for Steebie.

“Why is everyone here?” Steve asks as he makes his way towards the mats.

“I don’t know.” Of course you knew why, you just weren’t going to tell him anything.

“Are you excited to get back into training?”

“Steve, you've known me long enough to know the answer to that.”

“Ok,” he chuckles as he gets into a defensive position. “Let’s start easy, it has been a little over six weeks.”

“You got it.”

You try to hide your smirk as he throws a punch, obviously taking it easy on you. For the next few minutes you dance around each other. Every once in a while you land a punch and Steve flinches at the force behind your hits and kicks. At this point some recruits have stopped what they were doing just to watch.

“Alright let’s move on to holds and grappling. Do you want to go first?” He asks.

“Nope. I need to freshen up on how to get out of some holds.”

“Ok.” Steve moves behind you and wraps his right arm around your neck and locks it with his left, not too tight that he’d actually hurt you.

You pretend to struggle and Steve stops, before giving you instructions on how to free yourself. Then he gets back into position. You look up at Bucky and wink. He in turn elbows Tony who starts recording.

“Just think it through. Someone is holding you like this, how do you get out?”

You bring your hands up and take his left arm and pull it out, in a quick motion you bend down at your waist so that Steve is pulled over your back and lands on the floor in front of you. He looks up at you bewildered, you’ve never been able to break any of his holds.

“What the fuck just happened?” He says as he stands up.

There’s cheering and grumbles as people pay up on their bets. You however can’t stop laughing. It takes you a good minute to calm down.

“Wow you should have seen your face.” You say as you start to laugh again.

“How the hell did you do that? Did you put metal in my clothes or something?”

“No,” you scoff before giving him an innocent look. “Did I forget to tell you that the antitoxin Bruce created basically doubled the serum that was in my system?”

“You little shit. You’re a super soldier now?”

“Yeah.” You give him a shit eating grin.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. You shouldn’t have told me that.”

“Why?”

It’s Steve‘a turn to give you a mischievous grin. “Because now that means we have to make your training routine more intense. To help you keep up with your serum of course.” He starts walking away backwards as he laughs at you.

“No, that’s not fair.”

“It’s a rookie mistake, it happens to everyone. I’ll see you tomorrow on the running trail at 6:00.”

“In the morning?” You practically shriek which only causes him to laugh more.

“Captain's orders.”

You curse him under your breath as Bucky walks up to you and throws his arm around your shoulder.

“Tough break, Sugar. I’ll miss you in bed.”

“Haha, if you think you’re staying in bed while I have to run, you're dead wrong.”

“Cute but not gonna happen.”

“I’ll drag your ass by your arm.”

Bucky laughs as he steps away from you. “You’re cute when you’re threatening me.”

You glare at him as you follow him out of the gym.

“How much did you make on the bet?”

“Enough to take my girl out somewhere for date night.” He smiles at you before holding the gym door open. “What do you say? Just you and me, tonight?”

“It could be nice.”

Charlotte sat on your bed while you got ready. She even helped you pick out a sundress for the occasion. You held up different accessories and she happily pointed to the ones she liked best. Then the chaos happened. Charlotte was informed that she wasn’t going on this date with you and Bucky. In your defense you told her Henry wasn’t going either. But not even the promise of spending the evening hanging out with Steve was enough to stop the waterworks. Not until Bucky made it worse with his promise to her.

“Doll,” he was carrying Lottie into the living room with you trailing behind. “If you let me and mama go out alone, we’ll talk about getting you a sissy.” The words slipped out before he realized what he had promised.

That was enough to get Lottie to stop crying. Her face was still slightly red but she was smiling now.

“A sissy? Pwomise?”

“We’ll talk about it. But that sissy won’t be here for a while anyway.”

“Is kay.” She wipes away her own tears as she smiles at Bucky. “Can wait wit bubba and Steebie.”

“No doll, I mean-“

“James, you've done enough damage. Why don’t you quit while you’re ahead?” You murmur.

“Yeah, you’re right. Ok doll, have fun with Bubba and Steve.”

During the whole conversation Steve had been sitting in the living room. You could tell he was trying to suppress a laugh.

“Come on sweetheart, let your parents go so they can talk about that sister.”

“Bye mama, bye dada.”

“Bye sweet Angel. Henry,” you turn to watch him walk out of his room with a few toys in his hands. “Hey bubs, have fun and we’ll see you later ok?”

“Ok, can I stay up later than bedtime?”

“We’ll leave that up to uncle Steve.” Bucky says as he opens the door to leave. “Make sure you listen to him. Love you guys.”

“Love you too.” Steve answers with a chuckle.

“Aww look at our oldest child taking care of his siblings.” You joke as you take a picture with your phone. Steve was on the couch with Lottie in his arms and all of Henry’s toys on his lap.

“Bye mom, have fun talking about having a sissy.”

“Oh we’re going to talk and we’ll talk so hard.” You wink as Steve grimaces. With a laugh you walk out the door hand in hand with Bucky.

****

The date had been simple but fun. A movie, dinner and then drinks at a bar to end the night. The fun part was the teasing. At the movie theater Bucky chose the seats at the back where you could make out in peace. During dinner he made sure to keep a hand on your thigh, slowly moving up or giving a gentle squeeze. When you got to the bar you were both handsy and riled up. So much so that you pulled Bucky out of the bar and found the first dark alley you could.

“Is this what you want, sugar?” Bucky murmured against your lips as he trapped you between himself and the brick wall of the bar. “You want me to fuck you right here? Can’t even wait to get home.”

“Stop teasing.”

“Me teasing?” He pulls back to give you an incredulous look. “You’re the one that couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the bar, Sugar.”

You smile up at him as your arms come up his chest and wrap loosely around his neck.

“I can’t help it when you look this good.”

The complement didn’t get the reaction you thought it would. You felt Bucky tense.

“Buck-“

“Don’t panic. We’re being watched.”

You turn your head just slightly so that you can look out of the corner of your eye and you gasp.

“I said I was sorry already. Sugar, don’t be mad at me.” Bucky pleaded as you walked into your apartment.

Steve was there with both kids in the middle of a game of candy land. All three of them look up at you.

“Dada.” Lottie runs towards Bucky, while Henry gets up to hug you.

“How did things go here?”

“Everything‘s fine. How was date night?”

“It was great up until the end, when Bucky decided to scare the crap out of me.”

“I already said I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“How would you handle it if you were in an alley and someone said ‘don’t panic, we’re being watched.’?” You were looking at Steve with your arms crossed.

“Why were you in an alley?”

“Oh you sweet summer’s child.” You mutter before you give him an eyebrow wiggle. “We were going to have a conversation.”

“Oh, ew. I don’t need to know these things.” Steve gives you a disgusted face.

“Anyways,” Bucky continues. “We have a surprise for the kids.”

“A suwpwise dada?”

“Yeah doll, we have a surprise for you and Henry.”

“What is it?” Henry peeks around you to get a better look at his father.

Bucky walks back to the door and opens it and brings in a small crate. He sets it on the coffee table as both Henry and Lottie look inside to find a small white fur ball curled up on a blanket.

“We found a kitten while we were out on our date. She didn’t have a home so she’s going to stay with us.” Bucky explains softly.

Henry stares in amazement at the new addition to the Barnes family. Meanwhile you walk out and grab the few bags of supplies you’d picked up.

“This is what Bucky was referring to when he said we were being watched.” You murmured to Steve.

“What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one yet, we have to pick one out.” Bucky says as he settles on the couch. “What do you think Lottie, do you like the kitten?”

“Is not a sissy, dada.”

“I know, doll, but it’s going to take some time to get a sissy.”

“Kay.” Lottie said with a frown. She gives the crate a side eye before walking over to you and holding her arms up. “Uppies mama.”

“Come here sweet Angel. Did you have fun with Steve?”

“Yeah, pay wit Steebie and bubba.”

“Are you ready for bed my sweet girl? You sound tired.”

“Mmhhmm.” She says as she nods before laying her head on your shoulder.

“Let’s get you into bed then. Do you want a story?”

She nods. “An hugs.”

“And hugs, you got it.” You say as you walk back toward the bedrooms.

“Alright let’s think of names.” Bucky says.

“How about snowball?” Steve offers but Henry shakes his head.

“Winter?”

Bucky grimaces.

“Snowflake?” Henry says.

“How about… Alpine? Al for short.” Bucky offers as he scratches the kitten’s head, she meows in approval.

“Alpine. I like it.”

“Me too.”

Steve and Henry both agree before the former stands.

“Alright you guys I’m gonna go. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye uncle Steve.”

“Thanks for watching them.”

“Of course, they’re my favorite people.” Steve smiles and walks out with a wave.

“Can Alpine sleep in my room daddy?”

“Yeah, I think she’d like to have some company after being all alone. Let’s get her bed set up in there.” Bucky hands Alpine to Henry, who holds her close to his chest.

Bucky grabs some of the items in the bags and follows Henry, who is walking at a very slow pace as he holds Alpine. In his room Bucky sets down a cat bed in a corner and then places a blanket over it. He leaves some toys on the floor before turning to Henry.

“Alright kiddo, the bed it set. Tomorrow we’ll go over what we have to do to take care of her, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Do you want a bedtime story?”

“Yes, please.” Henry says as he sits down on his bed, the little ball of fur tucked into his elbow.

Bucky picks up the chapter book they’ve been reading together and sits down next to Henry. He starts where he left off and reads until Henry has slowly drifted off to sleep. Alpine claiming her spot at the end of the bed.

****

“And they lived happily ever after. The end.” You finish reading the book Lottie had chosen.

With a kiss to the forehead you start to get up as quietly as you can thinking that Charlotte is asleep.

“Mama?”

“Yes my sweet Angel?”

“Dada a pwince an mama a pwincess.”

“You think your dad is a prince and I’m a princess?”

“Yeah.” She replies sleepily.

“Why is that?”

“Cus dada an mama is pwetty. An dada lobe mama and mama lobe dada.” She says as she points at the drawing of the prince and princess holding hands.

“That’s right mama and daddy love each other very much. And we love you and bubba very much too.”

She gives you a sleepy smile. You sit there another few minutes playing with her hair until her breathing finally evens out.

In the hallway you find Bucky waiting for you. He follows you happily into your shared bedroom and when the door is closed, Bucky is on you.

“James.” You whisper yell as you laugh when he throws you on the bed.

“If I remember correctly, we were about to have a very important conversation in the alley before we were interrupted.”

“Oh yeah, what were we going to talk about again?”

“Not much.” He shrugs as he hovers over you. “I was gonna make you yell my name so that everyone knows you makes you feel so good.”

“Hhmm. I'm willing to hear your argument.”

“Bubba?” Lottie giggled as she walked into Henry’s room.

This was a normal game for them, hide and seek. It was a lot more challenging considering Henry could disappear. That was never an issue for Lottie who is determined to find her older brother.

“Buuubbbaaaa.”

Lottie is searching around his usual hiding spots when a small meow gets her attention. Her little brows pinch in confusion at the sound as she turns around, unable to find the source. Another meow comes from the corner of the room and Lottie carefully walks over to where she thinks the sound is. As she closes in, Henry appears in front of her with Alpine in his arms. Lottie jumps back and starts laughing.

“Bubba!” She shrieked between her bout of laughter, while Henry joined.

“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Is kay.” Lottie replies while eyes the kitten in her brother’s arms.

“Do you want to pet her? Her name is Alpine.”

“A-pine?”

“Yeah, let’s sit down, come on.” Henry moves to sit on his bed and watches as Lottie hops on.

Her little hand reaches for Alpines head but she’s a bit rough and Alpine hisses. Lottie whimpers and pulls her hand back, her bottom lip wobbles.

“It’s ok Lottie. You just have to be gentle like this.”

Henry runs his hand over Alpine’s head in a much more gentle and slow manner. Then he takes Lottie’s hand and guides her. All of the attention makes Alpine purr as she leans into the touch happily. For a few minutes the kids stay just like that. Sitting on Henry’s bed and giving Alpine all of the attention and cuddles she could want.

“Hi my sweet babies.” You said from the door getting both of their attentions. “Do you want to go play outside for a while?”

Lottie and Henry look at each other as if they’re having a silent conversation.

“Can pay on swings?”

“Of course sweet Angel.”

Lottie gives you a beaming smile before hopping off of Henry's bed. You chuckle as you move to let her get out.

“But on some basketball shorts, it’s hot outside and wear your sunglasses.”

“Ok.” Henry says as he moves to his drawer.

Lottie is in her room already digging through her basket to find the perfect sunglasses, she never leaves the apartment without them. Her growing collection is thanks to Nat. She turns around and proudly displays her selection. Purple flower shaped shades with purple lenses.

“Great choice. Alright, let’s get you changed.” You say as you show her the tank top and shorts you chose.

Lottie happily stands on the bed as she begins to take off her shirt. You give her the tank top, which she puts on inside out at first. Like the big girl she is, Lottie puts on her shorts, also backwards before you point it out and then help her put on some sneakers. You then quickly put her hair up into two pigtails. She leads the way into the living room where Henry and Alpine are already waiting.

You grab the small backpack with water bottles and snacks and watch as Haney ticks Alpine in one arm while holding on to Lottie’s hand.

“Alright my sweet babies, let’s go have some fun.” You say as you open the front door for them.

The rest of the afternoon the three of you spend it at the small park area.

Today was the day. Charlotte was having her bed changed into a big girl bed, her words. She was ecstatic as she stood by the door to her room and watched her dad move some things around. Henry had lost interest quickly enough and announced that he would go find you. With a look over his shoulder, Bucky couldn’t contain his smile as he watched Lottie, she waited patiently and gave Alpine some very well deserved head scratches.

“Do you want to help me out, doll?” Bucky says as he begins to remove some of the unnecessary pieces.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, come here. Do you see that screw driver?” Bucky points to it but Lottie grabs a pair of pliers. “No sweetheart that one.” He points again and this time she grabs the right tool. “Thank you. Now this is a flathead screwdriver.”

“Fathead.”

“Flathead.” Bucky enunciates.

“Fathead.”

“Well, we aren’t getting anywhere with that.” Bucky says as he continues to work on the bed.

Lottie talks his ear off as she tells him about going to the park and petting Alpine. Every once in a while she’ll actually hand him a tool after he points it out for her.

“Alright doll, you now have a big rip bed. Why don’t you try it out?”

Lottie obliges quickly and happily by getting up on it and jumping a few times. She lets herself fall backwards with a laugh. Bucky kneels on the floor beside the bed and pushes some of her loose hair out of her face.

“Is it Lottie approved?”

“Mhm. Big bed cause am big.”

Bucky chuckles. “That’s right but you’ll always be daddy’s little girl.” He says before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Bucky turns and begins to clean up the mess he’s made while Lottie slips off the bed and walks towards one of her play chests. She’s rummaging around until she finds what she wants.

“Dada can paint? Pease?”

Bucky turns to see her holding her little play makeup kit that Wanda got her for her birthday. Lottie specifically was holding out one of her many nail polish bottles.

“Oh doll, I’m not good at that stuff. Why don’t we go see if mama can do it?”

“No want mama. Want dada to paint.” Lottie said. Her eyes were wide but sad and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“Ok I’ll paint your nails. But you can’t be mad if they turn out bad.”

“Tank you dada.” Charlotte throws herself into Bucky’s arms in order to hug him. Then she sits on her bed and sticks her foot out before wiggling her little toes. “Can paint dada’s too?”

“You want to paint my nails?”

Lottie nods, way too excited for her own good. He sighs because he knows that there will be no way out of this and he’d do anything for her.

“Ok, you can paint my nails.”

Lottie claps and urges him to hurry up.

******

Henry walks away from the mess Bucky is making in Lottie’s bed to find you in the kitchen. You’re currently reading through recipes for a few side dishes. The team has decided that it’s a lovely afternoon to have dinner outside.

“Hi mama.” Henry says as he walks into the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“I am deciding on what I should make for dinner with the rest of the team?”

“Why do you call them team?”

“Well, they are my team.” You say, a little confused at his question.

“I know but that’s when you go to work. Aren’t they our family too?”

You smile at him. Even with everything he went through he had a huge heart.

“You are absolutely right. I just don’t think about it that much because you can be a team and a family. As long as we’re together. Now, do you want to help me make something for our family dinner?”

He nods as he walks around the kitchen island.

“Go get the step stool so that you can see better.”

“Ok.” He moved around quickly and brought over the step stool you kept in the kitchen so that he could be at a better height. “Where do we start?”

“We start with cutting some potatoes so that we can boil them.”

“Will you teach me how?” He tilts his head to get a better look at you.

“Absolutely. We’ll make a chef out of you.”

For the next hour or so you work with Henry on how to properly use a knife and ignore his comment of him already knowing how to use one. You prep all of the ingredients together, Henry helps you mix them together. Toward the end you are both covered in flour after he accidentally knocked over the mixing bowl. Both of you had trouble breathing but weren’t sure if it was because of the flour or the fit of laughter.

After cleaning up the mess you and Henry continue working together. That is until Charlotte walks out to the kitchen.

“Mama look, dada painted.” She held her hand out so that you could see her perfectly painted nails. They were painted with a sparkly hot pink nail polish.

“Oh my, your nails look so pretty.” You gush and she only seems to get more excited. Then she calls for her dad to come out.

“Made dada look pwetty, mama.”

“You did? But your dad is already pr-“ the words die on your tongue as Bucky steps into the kitchen. You are at a complete loss of words and your mouth hangs open at the sight before you.

He sends you a glare that rivals those of him as the winter soldier. It seems that Charlotte had given him a full makeover. There was a headband on his head and multiple colorful clips and elastics creating small versions of pigtails. Bucky’s face wasn’t any better. Lottie had also used the makeup kit Wanda had gifted her. He had purple eyeshadow eyeshadow and pink blush and even a bit of lip gloss. But the cherry on the makeover sundae was the manicure, if you could call it that. It was hard to miss even if you were sitting in pitch black. In a very messy style, Bucky’s nails were the same nail Lottie had. Even better still was when you looked close enough, the pink also stood out against the black metal of his left arm.

“Oh Lottie,” she looked up at you excitedly and waited to see what your thoughts were. “You did such a good job. Daddy has never looked prettier.”

Lottie shrieked in delight and she clapped and wiggled in her spot. Henry was laughing so hard he almost fell off the step stool but you turned around just in time to catch him. Before Bucky could disappear you took your phone out and took a few pictures of his makeover. You even convinced him to take some pictures showing off his manicure with Lottie.

“If you show anyone these pictures we’re going to have some trouble.” Bucky murmurs but Lottie hears him.

“Habe to show Steebie and Sammie and Tony and Buce and Cint so can make pwetty too.” She argues.

“Why don’t we just take your makeup kit with us? I bet they’ll let you make them pretty anyways.”

“Kay.” She beamed and ran back to her room to prepare her kit. Alpine follows her every step back into her room.

Henry couldn’t stop pointing and laughing at his dad, so much so that he was on the floor. You however were looking at him with so much fondness and love that you might burst, it confused him a bit.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re such a good dad and I love you so much.” You informed him as he walked closer to you.

Bucky only managed to give you the same shy smile he did whenever you told him the same thing. It was still hard for him to accept the fact that he was a father and that he was doing a good job. He looked over your shoulder to find Henry giggling as he got up from the floor to return to his post next to you.

“You also look so pretty right now.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and stood on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss.

“And now you do too since you got some of my lip gloss.”

“Mama doesn’t need makeup to look pretty.” Henry argues and you can’t help the ‘aaww’ that escapes you before you’re hugging him instead.

“Want hug too.” Lottie had walked back out with one of her backpacks stuffed with her makeup kit and probably more hair accessories. She dropped it though and ran towards you so that you could pick her up, which you did.

The time cooking went by quickly and it was just the four of you, and Alpine, having a good time in the kitchen. When it was time to head out to have dinner, Bucky decided to leave Lottie’s work untouched. Of course it caused a lot of teasing by the guys but by the end of it all of them were also done up in signature Lottie style. Even Henry and Vision ended up painted to the heavens. Everyone laughed and joked and you, Wanda, Pepper and Nat took many pictures to have as evidence or blackmail.

There was no better place to be in than between shared laughs and conversations amongst your team or better yet your family.

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Underfell Sans x Reader

chapter: 7. 2 (Continue cause it was too long.)

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"Thanks man. we worked on it today literally till the last second."

sans chuckled at that.

"So are you n the bunny a thing?" He asked teasingly, "Cause I think she's into cats."

You laughed and shook your head.

"Nah all for show, she wanted to piss off her ex annnd she ended up leaving with his new girl so i think she won." You replied.

You both seemed to pass by a shop stand and sans moved towards it.

"Here i aint see you eat anything, want a cinnabun?" He asked, seeming to be buying some anyway.

"Oh uh sure." You moved over and an older bunny handed you both a cinnabun and she looked at you before grinning.

"YOU! You must be the one my lil bun was talking about! Nice to put a face to the name, human. I am Lorena. Stay at the inn as long as you like." She said with a no and you found yourself getting flustered.

"I am still willing to pay, you know." You muttered.

"Nonsense! someone willing to go out their way for one of my own? might as be one of my own." She said with a nod before shooting you and sans away.

Sans chuckled though he seemed to look distant bringing the bun treat to his teeth shredding a bite away.

You looked at the treat in your hand before bringing it under your mask ripping a shred from it as well which seemed to make sans snort at you.

You ignored it, feeling the sweet buttery cinnabun melt on your tongue. Your eye and socket widened and you felt your face warm up very quickly.

oh sweet hell…Tori really did ruin cinnamon rolls for me.

Your bones seemed to warm up and you decided you would just give the rest of the treat to the kids.

"What, you don't like it kid?" Sans seems to sneer amused.

"Ah nah it's good, just sweet, too sweet."

and reminds me too much of a certain goat milf.

Sans seemed to nod dropping the subject and you pulled your phone to store away the treat. Before you could put it up red magic formed around it and it was snatched from your hand and in sans hand suddenly making you jump.

His phalanges tapped on the screen before he handed it back to you.

"Here. In case ya need something." He muttered and you took the phone back seeing his contact name.

skelapunmaster

"Seriously bone man?" You chuckled out as you looked at the contact.

"What? is fucking true anyways." he hummed out.

"This gotta be a punishment of some kind cause that the worst." You teased, causing the skeleton to grin more.

"tibia fair that ones overused." He shot back

"Snow way it was worse than that." You chimed

"Watch it kid, don't start something you can't finish, I won't be very ice to you." Sans shot back and it caused you to snort some

"Wanna see a chicken strip?" You asked suddenly and it seemed to confuse him because he gave you a questioning look. You pulled out one of the chicken tenders from the kids meal bags.

"See! What's that look for? You werent picturing an actual chicken stripping were you?" You teased feeling your teeth stretch. Sans stared at you before bursting into laughter

"That was fucking shit." He wheezed.

"Well it worked." You chuckled before seeing the inn in place.

"Welp, i'll see ya around kid." Sans said and when you turned to say bye he was gone.

"Fucking d i c k h e a d." You huffed before going inside.

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One Night (14)

"Why are you always late?"

Satoru flashes a smile at Utahime and takes his seat against the wall. Why is it there are never any cushions in these meeting rooms? Yaga must pick these rooms out to be as uncomfortable as possible, so the meetings go fast. "I'm here, aren't I? Real question is why are you two here?" He gets the sorcerers employed for Jujutsu High, but why is the Tokyo school here? Didn't they just leave? Frankly, he's sick of seeing Gakuganji's face.

"I called them here because the blackouts last night also reached Kyoto." Yaga picks up his cup and takes a drink of what Satoru assumes to be tea. Or maybe sake. Who knows.

"No shit?" Satoru chuckles. "That's wild. It got that far?" He can't wait to tell Kagome.

"This is not funny," Utahime says between clenched teeth. "Whatever curse or curse user that caused that last night is strong. Too strong. It was not the power grid failing."

"At least," Yaga interjects, "That's what the civilians have been told so they don't freak out. That Tokyo and the other cities were testing out the power grid and made a mistake. It simply took them a while to fix the oversight." Yaga blows out a breath. "Did you check it out?"

"... Check what out?"

"The influx of cursed energy," Gakuganji says. "Something that strong must be a special grade. It had to be a curse, then."

Satoru clucks his tongue. Utahime fidgets with her fingers. He frowns. Is she seriously freaked out by this? "So, what's the plan? You want me to find the cause of the blackouts and then what? What if it is a sorcerer?"

"Then we need to apprehend them and bring them in for questioning. Make sure they aren't up to no good," Yaga says. "And stop grinning so damn much. What the hell are you so happy about?" Yaga makes a grand sweeping motion with his arm. "Because of the idea of another stronger sorcerer?"

"Nah." Satoru interlocks his fingers and stretches his arms out. "No need to go looking for the source. I know who did it."

"Was it that woman of yours?" Gakuganji asks sharply.

Satoru grins, flashing his teeth. "Kagome may have been a catalyst." He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "But the cursed energy was all me."

"... How was she a catalyst if the cause was you?" Utahime scratches her cheek and gives him a befuddled expression. Shoko snorts next to him and shakes her head.

"You really made it everyone's business?" Shoko says, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"I mean...it's not like I meant to do it. Shit just happened." He swipes his tongue over his teeth, trying his best to keep the grin off his face, but he can't. That energy massage was something else. At least they know now that the blackouts only happen when she gives him a massage. Satoru covers his mouth with his hand and turns his head to the side. Damn. Now he's thinking about earlier in the alley. She wanted to suck him off, but he didn't want her squatting so close to the ground, so they improvised with him, holding her upside down instead.

He should buy her a truckload of skirts and dresses to wear.

Utahime looks to Shoko and then at Yaga. "I don't... I don't understand?" She looks at Mei Mei, who giggles.

"Satoru was having sex," Yaga deadpans. "Explains that shit-eating grin of yours." He stands and grabs his drink. "And stop smiling so damn much," he gripes. "Unbelievable."

"You're disgusting," Utahime exclaims. "There's no way sex is that good, that it causes two blackouts."

"I mean, I caused more than two. If it reached Kyoto, then it reached the other cities too." Satoru bites his tongue, but his face hurts from grinning so much. Just thinking about Kagome makes him all giddy and shit. Is it lunchtime yet? Man, it hasn't been an hour, and he already misses Kagome.

"Disgusting."

Satoru shrugs. "Not like your opinion matters. So, we good here?"

Utahime splutters and clenches her fists. Gakuganji holds out a hand, cutting off her retort. "What kind of person makes you, of all sorcerers, lose control?"

"Ummm... I'm not sharing sex tips. Aren't you a little old?"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M ASKING!"

"Pfft. Whatever. Either way, I ain't got anything else to add." Satoru stands and stretches his arms above his head. "Go back to Kyoto." He heads out of the room with Shoko hot on his heels. Satoru waits until they are a good distance away and then stops to address her. "What is it?"

"Are you kidding me?" She fishes out a lighter and lights the cigarette. "You bring her—"

"Kagome."

"Kagome," Shoko says, tightly. "You bring Kagome around everyone else, but I don't get to meet her?"

Satoru sighs. "Well, we can't do it tonight. We have plans. Family plans. It's not my fault your ass is slow."

Shoko growls in the back of her throat. "If I could, I would choke you."

"Pfft." Satoru laughs. "Even if I turned off infinity, you're too short to reach."

"Oh, fuck you."

Satoru pulls out his phone and huffs. Why isn't it lunchtime yet? "Maybe tomorrow you could come over for dinner or something. How's Tsumiki doing, by the way? I've reached out, but she says she's fine, but I don't know if I believe that." Satoru slides his phone back into his pocket. He's on his own today as far as getting around to his missions. The first years get Ijichi today.

"Actually, she is fine. More than fine. Gave her the green light to go back home, but I don't want her going back to school just yet. Physically she is fine, but she could be overwhelmed if she starts school back up right away." Shoko blows out the smoke. "You know, Kagome would make a great healer. I couldn't even heal Tsumiki, and she did it in an afternoon. Why are you making that face?"

"I'm not making any kind of face," he retorts, resuming his strides down the steps. "You seriously following me?" Doesn't she have work to do? He has work to do. The more missions he gets done now, the more time he can spend at lunch with Kagome and Koushi. His fingers twitch, so he stuffs them in his pockets. Kagome said she was going to show him something later.

Demons.

Those don't exist, but he is curious to see what she comes up with. Maybe a powerful curse?

"Why can't she be a healer here? You know how lacking we are."

"Yeah, you should get good," he replies absently.

"I'm going to strangle you."

"You can try," he sings songs. "It's the higher-ups I don't trust." He slows down so Shoko can catch up. "When Kagome came here the other day, she showed off some shikigami skills." He pauses at Shoko's nod. Right, someone probably filled her in. "And right after that, someone tried to pull a hit on her. Maybe the dude was telling the truth about not looking for trouble, but he also went after her, anyway."

"Back up... what?"

"Kami, Shoko, keep up. Kagome went with me on a mission the other night and a curse user was there. Not sure if the bounty is to take her alive or not, but it's out there. I don't want her under the higher-up's noses any more than she already is. Couldn't get him to talk, so I killed him to send a message."

"I want to say she'd be too valuable as a healer... but with her being attached to you and birthing another six eyes and limitless user..." Shoko blows out a breath and then takes another drag of the cigarette. "Yeah, guess it's best not to." She cuts her eyes at him. "Though you can admit it. You just like her being at home, which is odd to me. Thought you wanted strong allies."

Satoru wrinkles his nose. "I do want strong allies and I also like knowing my wife is at home, safe."

"You aren't married, right?"

"Not yet. I'm getting the ring custom-made, but it's a given. Just a matter of when." He presses his lips together. "You think she would want it before she starts showing?"

"... She's pregnant?"

"I mean, I hope so." The amount of times he came in her last night, she should be.

"Dear Kami." Shoko puts her cigarette out on the back of her hand. "If you two have any more like Koushi, the higher-ups may actually fall over dead."

Satoru looks up at the sky and smiles. "That would be wonderful."

"Why am I here?" Megumi asks. Satoru rolls his eyes behind the blindfold and claps Megumi on the back.

"Because it's a family lunch, and I asked Kagome if she could show you some shikigami techniques. She's the strongest user I know."

Megumi blinks. "Kagome-san? I heard from the others that she made one that looked like you... but I have ten shadows. It's a little different."

"Not that much. I'm sure you can learn something." Satoru opens the door and slides his shoes off. Ryu's loud voice booms throughout the house, followed by Himari's laughter. They round the corner to the kitchen where Ryu is boasting about some great feats and juggling the kitchen knives, while the old man stares on in boredom. "Uh? What are you doing?"

"SATORU MY FAVORITE NEPHEW!" Ryu collects the knives and sets them down on the counter. He beams at Satoru and plants his hands on his hips. He's wearing... jeans. Since when does Ryu dress down and wear actual jeans and a casual shirt?

"I'm your only nephew."

"THAT'S WHAT I SAID!"

"Stop yelling," Father complains. "No one even invited you." He rolls his eyes. Himari laughs and places a hand on his arm. Satoru zeros in on the movement. The hell? Kagome makes a face and jerks her head towards Himari and his father. Himari moves her hand, only for the old man to grab it and place it on his chest.

Satoru clucks his tongue. He just lost his appetite.

Kagome shakes her head and bounces Koushi. She walks over to him, and he immediately wraps his arms around her, drawing her and Koushi in for a hug. "Those two are really hitting it off," she whispers.

"It's a little revolting." Damn, she looks really good in her priestess getup.

Kagome exhales. "Be nice." She turns to look at Megumi. "Hi, Megumi. I'm glad you could join us. Lunch isn't quite ready yet, but Satoru told me you're a shikigami user?"

Megumi nods, though he takes a slight step back. Satoru stifles a laugh. Megumi is still wary of a baby?

"Okay, great. Satoru, you and I need to head out real quick, but I figured while Satoru and I are gone, Megumi, you could practice with one of mine." She purses her lips together. "Scratch that. I'll just give you one."

"Give him what?" Satoru asks.

"A shikigami, of course. You're family and I haven't given you a welcoming gift yet," Kagome continues, gently pushing Koushi into Satou's arms.

"... You can do that?" Megumi blinks. "Do you mean like you have a talisman?"

Kagome shakes her head. "No, nothing like that. Here, hold out your hands."

Megumi shoots him a look but holds out his hands. Kagome holds her out in front of her. There's an influx of energy. Ryu quiets down for once and Koushi turns his head to stare at Kagome and Megumi. Satoru chews on his tongue. Is that an egg?

"Uh, Kagome-san? I don't—"

Crack.

"It's a gift. Though I don't know what will come out of it."

Megumi stares at the brown and white egg in his hands. A head pops out of the top. Koushi lets out a stream of giggles. Satoru leans over to the side and stares at the cat shikigami. It's small and doesn't look like much... but he moves his face closer.

"It's a baby," Kagome explains. "But it should grow in power relative to you, since it imprinted."

Megumi's eyes widen. The cat shakes off the rest of the shell and then jumps into Megumi's shadow. Satoru turns his head at Kagome. When he asked her to help Megumi, his mind didn't even entertain the notion of her gifting a shikigami. This is... for once, he is at a loss for words.

"THAT'S MY FAVORITE NIECE!"

Kagome chortles. "I'm glad your opinion of me has improved." She looks over her shoulder. "Satoru and I will be right back. Don't eat without us." She smiles at him and motions for him to follow. "Megumi, make yourself comfortable."

Satoru snorts. Megumi sits down at the table with the old man and Himari, and summons the cat shikigami from his shadows. It prances around on the table and holds out a paw at Himari. Satoru shakes his head and then follows Kagome out of the house. "Where's Gramps?"

"Oh, he's still talking to some people. I helped with the blessings earlier." Kagome leads them to a... well house. The hairs on his neck raise. Something isn't right about this well. It doesn't feel cursed, though. Kagome grabs a big ass yellow bag and slides it on. It's bigger than her.

"What's in the bag?"

"Oh, I got some gifts for Sango and the others."

"... Sango?" Satoru hums and rocks Koushi. "Baby, we're in a well house."

Kagome rolls her eyes. "I know that. You wanted to see demons, so I'm going to show you some. However, Sango isn't a demon. She's human." Kagome frowns. "Hopefully she's still alive." She perks up and holds out her hand. "Come on. You need to be holding on to me when we go down the well, so the magic works. I already undid the seal earlier."

Satoru shifts Koushi to one arm and takes Kagome's hand with his free hand. "I just want you to know that this is super sketchy and I must be in love with you to be jumping down a dark well to potentially see actual demons."

"It hasn't even been a month." Kagome pauses. "I'm sure it's just infatuation."

"Ehh, I don't think infatuation feels like this." He peers down at the well. "Would it be better for you to drop the bag and then I just carry you and Koushi instead?"

Kagome hums, pulling her hand away to do just that. "I would usually travel alone." She drops the bag down the well and then holds out her hands for Koushi. Satoru waits until Koushi is settled and then picks Kagome up bridal style.

"So, I just jump, huh?"

"Scared?"

He snorts. "Not at all. Just never had the urge to jump down a well." He rolls his tongue over his teeth as he hops down. Blue lights up the area and the energy feels ancient. Satoru clucks his tongue. An open sky?

"Set us down and take the bag up. I'll hand Koushi out to you."

Satoru nods, though his mind is on high alert. He picks up the bag and hops out of the well. It's quiet. Too quiet. And far too open. He pulls his blindfold down and then turns back to the well to get Koushi. Kagome climbs up the ladder and then stretches her arms out in front of her.

"Ready?" She slides the bookbag over her shoulder. Satoru frowns. Where are they?

"I can carry that," he insists, but Kagome shakes her head and sidesteps him. "Kagome," he says, leveling her with a look. "Let me carry some of the burden."

She blinks. "Okay." She slides the bag off and sets it down on the grass. Satoru holds Koushi out to her and then slides the bag on.

"So, where are we going?"

"To the village." Kagome smiles down at Koushi, who looks around at his surroundings.

"Is this another world?" He walks next to her. His fingers flex at his sides.

"No, this is the feudal period," Kagome says casually. "You're sensing some low-level demons. They won't bother us."

Satoru glances at her from the corner of his eye. "Did you just say we time-traveled?" The energy coming from the forest sure doesn't feel like cursed energy either. Maybe she's telling the truth about demons.

Kagome hums.

Satoru opens his mouth and then frowns. That does not feel like a low-level demon. He steps in front of Kagome and Koushi. A man in a bright red outfit and white hair comes running towards them.

Dog ears?

"BITCH WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!"

Bitch?

"You want to repeat that?" Satoru growls out. Kagome touches his arms, but he's too pissed off right now. He doesn't know who this man—demon—is, but fuck him.

"That's InuYasha," Kagome says.

"... What?" Him? She married a demon?

"Who the fuck are you?" InuYasha snarls. "And why the fuck would you bring this fucker here?" InuYasha's eyes darken and his lips curl back at the sight of Koushi. "You fucking bitch," he spits out. "All this time you led me to believe you were infertile and yet you show up with a kid?" He barks out a laugh. "You were taking those damn herbs, huh? What, I wasn't good enough for you?"

"That's not..." Kagome falters, moving closer to Satoru's side.

"That's enough," Satoru says. "Apologize before I break your neck." He drops the bag behind him.

InuYasha scoffs and pulls out his sword. Satoru narrows his eyes. Not a cursed tool, but its energy is similar to InuYasha's, so maybe a demonic one then. "I'on know why you came here with his fucker, but after I kick his ass, you're going right back where you belong." InuYasha cracks his neck. "He can keep the kid."

Satoru narrows his eyes and flashes in front of InuYasha, punching him in the face. InuYasha swings, but the sword doesn't connect. He continues to swing at him while Satoru continues to throw punches. He should rip his head off. The sword glows red and with one hit; the sword nicks Satoru's arm. He grits his teeth and kicks InuYasha in the gut. InuYasha huffs as he jumps back. His fingers tighten on the hilt and when he swings the sword, the wind picks up... and Satoru's heart drops.

That fucking idiot!

He turns and rushes over to Kagome and Koushi, gathering them in his arms. The attack leaves three long cracks in the ground, where Kagome and Koushi were just at. Thank Kami, that attack was slow or else... Satoru squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. He doesn't want to dwell on it.

"Shit! Kagome, are you okay?"

"Don't you fucking address her," Satoru bites out.

Koushi sniffs and then cries. Satoru blinks. Crap. All this time, and he's never heard Koushi cry before.

"InuYasha, sit," Kagome says.

There's a thud followed by a yell. Koushi stops crying. Satoru turns his head and stares at the spot where InuYasha was at.

"You can put me down now," Kagome says, but Satoru shakes his head. He could have lost them. "Okay, but we still need the bag." Satoru glances back.

"Do you have a binding vow on that bag?"

"A what?"

"Never mind." He shifts Kagome in his arms and uses blue to attract the bag to him.

"Oi!" InuYasha climbs out of the crater. "I'm not done talking to you."

"Sit." Kagome sighs. "Just go straight and we should reach the village. There's someone there I want you to meet."

Satoru nods, not trusting himself. His body screams at him to finish the job. He pauses and turns to look at the crater. "Koushi, red."

Koushi blinks and then holds out his hands in front of him. The red is huge and far from precise, but it hits InuYasha right as he climbs out to the crater and sends him flying a few feet back. Koushi laughs and claps his hands.

Satoru smiles. "That's my boy."

***

A/N: Happy Fri-yay. I listened to the new Megan thee Stallion song and I'm so happy she was able to get Yuji's VA to do the intro lol.

This meeting actually happened way earlier than I planned, but as usual, I plan and the characters throw my notes out the window. There will probably be another fight before they leave because Satoru is itching to do some permanent damage and InuYasha is pissed that Kagome showed up with someone else.

Kagome didn't react to 'bitch' because InuYasha said it a lot over the years and he's a dog demon, so it's harsh to human ears but not so harsh to demon ears.

We'll probably also get another How To Tame Side Story. Main story hasn't been updating as frequently because I've been trying to see where the manga is going and how much of the 'canon' I want to throw out or keep lol.

Take care of yourselves! Get some rest and I hope you have an awesome weekend.

[noisycandytrash]

Beneath the Mask - Chapter two

What if Leonardo fell in love with a zaunite rebellion leader?

Hey, this is the second chapter, still just set up for the OC meeting Leonardo

CW: major character deaths, trauma, abuse mentioned

The rest of the walk goes slower when they lose the enforcers, lost in the crowd of Zaunites. “That was close, too close” Azal speaks up after a little bit of silence “we need to be more careful next time, no bragging about stealing shit”

Ira scoffs “nah, Azal, those enforcer chumps are rookies to this, these are our streets, we should show them”.

Azal looks slightly more serious as his sister “no, really, Ira, that was sloppy, I can’t let anything happen to you, in all those scraps we get in, I’m always just worried about you, kiddo” to which Ira just responds with a murmur.

In hopes to lighten the mood Ira picks up a handful of the sludge that covers the ground of the Pits “I’ll show you sloppy” and proceeds to chuck the slop at his facing, making full contact.

“Ugh, gross, you little shit, come here” and proceeds to chase her back to their home, while they scream and laugh, but not before they wrestle in the mud a few times, some people from inside their homes tell the two to rather crudely shut the fuck up. They reach the doors to the shack they call home, and they make a weak attempt to wipe off all the mud before going in.

Their mother, Rishi, and Nemia look up at them from their piles of papers on financial, rent and medical information to look at Ira and Azal with shocked expressions. Azal and Ira just look at them with big shit eating grins, until Azal speaks “what’s up fam” pretending to not notice the fact that they are bloody, bruised and covered in mud.

“Where the hell have you guys been?” their mother speaks up, concern sewed through every single words, “they’ve been getting into trouble again” Rishi sighs heavily and rubs his fingers into his forehead, “you guys have to start being more smart and” before she can finish her sentence Azal drops the bag of money they received selling the items they stole onto the table, it’s not a grand amount of money, but it will make life easier for a little bit, some of it spilling out of the bag onto the table, stopping, resting, over the financial documents.

While Azal was being scolded, Ira made her way over to Zerro , who was on his mattress, a makeshift IV drip standing next to him. She takes his hand wordlessly and runs her hand through his hair, he makes attempts to give her a weak smile. Ira thinks to herself that he gets skinnier everytime she sees him, as if whatever illness he received from the toxic fumes that have taken over their streets and is invading their home is slowly sucking all the light from him.

Ira goes to cook a dinner of onions and boiled slump rat that Rishi and Nemia had caught earlier, and discussions go back to normal until their father comes in and grabs a plate, sitting down at the head of the table. Things turn tense and nobody wants to look at their father, or breathe too loudly. A few times, when Vander has noticed bruising on Azal and Ira not from streetfights, he has come over and threatened their father. The last time resulted in a pretty nasty beat down on their father, which has stopped things for a while, but family dinners are still tense, not wanting to tick him off again.

The rest of the evening goes somewhat smoothly, reverting to the same topics of money and financial stress, their father drunkenly yelling but no more than that. They go to bed soon after, Ira takes some time to read before bed, reading a book that she took from their recent heist, Wuthering Heights by Charlotte Bronte. Recently, Ira taught her family how to read, after learning herself, as they never were given the opportunity before. After reading a portion of it, the candles were burnt out and they went to sleep, all hundling up on the grimy mattress that took up a lot of the space in their small shack.

The next day started out like any other, everyone woke up out of their bed early in the morning and went to work hungry. Nemia came up to Ira and Azal where they meekly sat with Zerro, who was struggling to breath, making raspy sounds with every breath. Nemia sat down beside them both and quietly placed a supportive hand on Ira's shoulder, smiling slightly at Azal. Rishi stood, hovering over the three of them, but smiling supportively, as they both knew that Zerro’s sickness had been the hardest on them.

“Are you two gonna be alright?, Rishi, mom and I need to head to work” Azal slimed widely, still petting Zerro on the head, and Ira leaned into Nemia's supportive hand and smiled up at her big sister.

“Yeah, just gonna take Ira to Benzo’s, and then go to Vanders, see if he has any work for me, he usually just pays me to be there, I guess my charm lures the customers in” Azal tried to flex his muscles as he said this, but it just caused everyone to laugh, even Zerro tried to produce a weak chuckle.

Nemia and Rishi stood up, still chuckling, and joined their mother at the door. “Alright we’re off then. You two little shits don’t get into any more trouble with enforcers or anyone else. What are the rules?”

Ira and Azal sigh and roll their eyes as they repeat “don’t look at anyone, don’t touch anything and don’t get into fights, even if they start it”

The three of them wave goodbye and promptly leave the humble abode, with a thud as they hit the sludge of the outside, the door quickly shuts.

“Alright, Ira, we should leave before dad wakes up to get to work. He’s more irritable in the morning” they both agree and rush out the house, making small talk on the way to Benzo’s.

The rest of the day went without injury, Ira spending the day fixing items that people had brought in, playing around with Ekko, and cleaning up messes that she and Ekko had most likely caused. Vander came in towards the end of her shift, and Ira was told to leave.

As she was skipping out the house, Vander placed a hand on her shoulder and got down to her level. “Just so you know, kiddo, there's always space in my home for you and your brother and family if you so choose” to which Ira just nodded and left. It wasn’t the first time Vander had proposed something like this, but Ira always just nodded silently. As much as she would love to live with her friends and Vander, Zerro could barely breathe, let alone move. Vander has always been there, always been there for her family, Ira didn’t understand why, but she appreciated the father figure role being filled by someone other than an alcoholic asshole.

She quickly made herself scarce, but listening into their conversation, she found out that topsiders are looking for the kids responsible for the Piltover heist. Outside, she finds Claggor and Mylo and quickly runs to them, to which they both pat her on the head.

“Hey guys, thank god you came, I was dying of boredom in there” Ira throws her head back in dramatics

“You’re being dramatic, at least you don’t have to listen to Powder’s whining all day.” Ira smacks Mylo for his comment, Claggor quickly changes the subject “how’s your brother doing?”

Ira face falls and her shoulder slump “oh you know, he's holding out.”

Vander comes out after seemingly a heated conversation, Mylo and Claggor put a hand on her shoulder and walk off, waving goodbye.

Vander takes longer to part from the young Ira, Ira has always thought that whenever he looks at her, there are so many things he can’t bring himself to say, but she doesn’t know what. He parts from her wordlessly, seeming to have a battle in his head that one side seems to win everything single time.

It wasn’t long before Azal picks her up from Benzo’s shop and they walk home together, avoiding enforcers and deciding to run across the roof way instead. They get home and open the doors, expecting a warm welcome from their family, only to find the house empty. There’s confusion and fear so suffocating it could be cut with a knife.

A few more hours pass without anyone returning from the factory, and the house is hauntingly empty, nobody wanting to speak up their fears. Until finally, Ira decides to break the silence.

“They should’ve been back by now” she speaks up, barely even a whisper.

“Yeah. I’ll go check at their work” Azal tries to give her a supportive smile, but nothing can be said to console their worst fears. The pressure in the air is suffocating, Azal and Ira go outside, Ira leans against the wall as Azal disappears into the green mist. She tries to breathe in whatever fresh air she can salvage, only to end up bent over, in a coughing fit from breathing too deeply. A depressingly long time goes by with Azal being gone, only for him to return.

Ira’s eyes desperately searched for her four family members that went to the factory, only to just see Azal standing there, looking down at the ground. He was swallowing back tears, and his eyes were glassy.

After standing there for a few minutes, his sister's desperate eyes searching him for an answer, he eventually managed to choke out “there was an explosion in the factory”.

He quickly retreats back into their home, leaving Ira outside, Azal cries inside as Ira cries outside. They both pretend they can’t hear the other, but the truth is, the sounds of their siblings' heartbreak make them each cry harder. Eventually, Ira comes into the house and whispers “we have to keep up everything, the payments and stuff, we can go on more heists, and we’ll look for more work”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be okay, we have to be okay” Azal puts a supportive hand on Ira as they both retreat to their empty, still house, laying on the mattress. They both closed their eyes and tried to sleep, finding little luck. They just spent the rest of the night both staring up at the ceiling.

[accioecho]

TKEM novelization pt 3

Chapter 3 - “The parallel world”

Most of these excerpts are translated bits from the books. Under cut because this got long. ↓��

First meeting

>> Chapter 3 begins with a tired, somewhat annoyed Tae Eul in her car on her way home. She didn’t expect the day to turn out the way it did. That day’s murder discovery only meant one thing: a mountain pile of work awaiting her, extra hours and night shifts to pull off for the next few days. To top it off, that night’s traffic was awful.

The spooky shock upon seeing her “double” self in the rearview mirror is quickly replaced by complete amazement at seeing an elegant white horse in the middle of Seoul’s gwanghwamun square’s rush hour traffic.

And it wasn’t a regular looking horse too. It was the kind of horse only seen in graphic novels /comics (manhwa). The horse was exuding grace and the man on top of it didn’t seem like an ordinary man either.

>> On Gon’s side, the confusion upon discovering this familiar yet different Seoul is quickly replaced by joy. Joy at finally meeting the woman whose picture he saw countless times (lol stalker vibes much?)

He thought he would only feel happiness upon seeing her, but he didn’t realize how much he had longed for her. His curiosity about her went deeper than he thought.

>> He’s not sure what she’s reprimanding him about, he’s not really listening. He’s still coming to terms with the fact that she’s real. That she exists.

>> Somehow she didn’t think the big white horse was the only reason the crowd was gathering around them. Gon had the kind of looks to attract people’s attention. Okay, she would give him that. He was handsome. Although it wasn’t important right now.

>> Ever wondered what he was thinking when he says “I’ve finally met you, lieutenant Jeong Tae Eul”?

The only piece of evidence left of that night finally appeared in front of his eyes. The elusive person that he has waited so long to find, that he had longed for all these years was finally here. The more he stared at her, the more Gon was overcome with emotions. He wanted to hold her and never let her go.  

>> That moment. Gon wished that moment lasted for an eternity.

>> Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, his gaze was so intense, the hands that grabbed her were so frantic / earnest that she wondered if he wasn’t just plain crazy.

She wanted to be angrier, the situation certainly called for it. She could’ve even used her fists, no one would’ve blamed her. But for some reason she found it difficult to be angry.

>> Still astounded, she willed herself to try to calm her heart. “Can’t you see my ID? I’m a police officer. What are you doing?”

>> Even if this wasn’t the right time nor the right moment, Gon couldn’t help but feel laughter bubbling up. He still couldn’t believe that this civil servant officer that he only saw in picture form stood in front of him.

Given that this was technically their first meeting, she probably was taken aback and confused about the whole ordeal. Rather than trying to calm her though, he preferred giving way to his happiness and laughter, which probably made him seem more terrible than he really was.

Misc.

For those who are wondering, we are on page 53 out of 307 of volume I. Still a long way to go!

[beom-pyu]

i can't swim, idiot ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ choi beomgyu

choi beomgyu x fem!reader , tags: best friends to lovers au , beomgyu is annoying(ly cute) , fake dating? nah... fake married? bingo! , reader is so fed up with beomgyu how is he still alive , fluff , black cat x golden retriever dynamic ??? , hinted bisexual!beomgyu happy pride month , hinted pining , nsfw , some cliche moments bc who doesn't love a good cliche

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a wife and "mrs" , cursing , playfully (?) threatening each other's lives , soft dom!beomgyu , sub!reader , pool sex , unprotected sex , marking , praise , creampie , cum eating , morning sex <3 , cunninglus (fem receiving) , overstimulation , dry humping , big dick gyu community please gather

a/n: another summer fic for you lovelies!! <3 i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i had fun writing it! (not edited yet!)

song recs: island - youha, spotless mind - jhene aiko, nature feels - frank ocean

wc: 10.7k+

[I THINK WE JUST GOT SCAMMED.]

“wait, wait, wait. you did what?” 

you slowly lower your lukewarm cup onto the cafe table before taking out your airpods—no music is playing, but you want to be 100% sure you heard him right. your best friend shoots you a lopsided grin from across the table, stirring his drink with the chewed straw in between his fingers.  

“i entered us into an exclusive giveaway for married couples to win a trip to greece for a week?”

one by one, you can feel your brain cells begin to die off at his words, your eye twitching while beomgyu smiles innocently at you. 

“beomgyu, i’m going to ask you a simple question and i want a simple answer.” pinching the bridge of your nose, you inhale for a second before meeting his eyes with the most exasperated gaze you've ever worn in your life. “why?”

the brown-haired boy is all too quick with a reply.

“why not?” beomgyu shrugs, his tiny grin morphing into something menacing on his lips—as if this is the funniest thing that has ever happened to him in all of his 22 years of life. 

you have the sudden passing thought to throw your coffee at his face, but that’s a precious $6 you’d never get back, so you refrain from doing so. instead, you take a slow, deep breath and momentarily close your eyes.  “god, if you’re out there, please, please give me patience.”

“i’m pretty sure the phrase is ‘god give me strength’,” beomgyu retorts from his seat across from you, sipping annoyingly on his nearly empty caramel frappe.

you blink at him once, twice. “if god gave me strength, you’d be in a casket right now.”

beomgyu simply cackles at your response, feigning a scared face with his hands up like he’s being held at gunpoint before he continues to laugh at his own mockery. you kick him under the table, successfully wiping that wide smile off of his dumb face.

“what was that for?” beomgyu whines with a pout, reaching down to rub his shin. a few heads turn to see what the ruckus is about and you shoot them a polite, apologetic smile and bow before turning back to mr. drama queen. the kick wasn’t even that hard.

“did you even think about what would happen if we actually won? we don’t have the time nor the money for a resort in greece.”

“oh, calm down, y/n. you know no one ever actually wins those things, right? they’re all scams.” beomgyu waves you off with his hand before bringing the green straw back up to his lips, your ears bleeding at the sound of his obnoxious slurping. you can’t stand his face.

“and how are you so sure of that?”

“because i entered that nickelodeon giveaway thing when i was 11 and never heard back from them.”

you blink at him again, thrice this time—just in case you’ve been transported into a different dimension and a stupidity demon has possessed your best friend’s body. nonetheless, beomgyu is still grinning idiotically as he chews on his straw, tilting his head at you like a maltese.

“please be so serious right now.” 

“i am! plus, even if we do win—which we won’t—and it’s not a scam… shit, that’s a free trip to greece!”

the joy on his face boils your blood to no end. he’s truly dense; you can’t believe you’re insane enough to call him your other half. everything on earth must be balanced out, you suppose—the yin to your yang.

“have you considered the fact that we aren’t married?” you cock your head at him, hands folded on top of the table, speaking slowly as if you’re talking to a child… hold on, wait—you literally are.

“shoot—could’ve fooled me!” beomgyu lets out a puff of laughter. “we might as well be.”

you blink at him again.

“please don’t ever say that again. i think i just threw up in my mouth.”

beomgyu rolls his eyes before snatching his phone out of his pocket with the speed of light to show you the flier he had screenshotted. he shoves the phone in your face, tapping incessantly at the bottom text of the photo.

“look. it says all expenses paid.” 

you stare at him with a silent ‘so what?’ and beomgyu sighs dramatically as he lowers his phone. he has the nerve to be exasperated with you? you’ll never understand where men get the pure audacity.

“so you’re going to look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t pretend to be my wife for a few days so we can get a free trip to greece?”

you look him straight in the eye. “beomgyu, i’d rather be burned on a stake.” 

“yea, 'cause you’re a fucking witch,” he mumbles under his breath, trying to hold in his laughter. you don’t know how much more patience you have with him, so you simply exhale, checking the clock on your phone.

“i don’t have time for this—i gotta get to my lecture,” you huff out, standing as you grab your bag that sits by your feet. beomgyu pitifully whines, looking up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes known to man.

“would you seriously not do it?” 

it’s now your turn to laugh, picking up your coffee to take a big sip. you’re gonna need the caffeine. 

“those things are scams, gyu—you said it yourself! see you later.”

☆

nights are oh, so serene, you think, as your head hits your fluffy pillow later that night. you’re freshly showered and tucked under your covers, snug as a bug in a rug as you doze off to the lovely scent of your hibiscus air freshener and the quiet waves of your sleep sounds machine. there’s no need to count sheep—you’re completely drained from all of the walking you had to do today. all of your classes just so happen to be on opposite sides of the campus, and you’re sure your step counter is on the verge of exploding by now.

your mattress feels even comfier today, a slight breeze coming through your cracked window, balancing out the heat from your thick duvet. it takes no time at all for you to be tugged under by the lust of sleep, drifting off to a perfect dreamland full of bright colors and open fields and your blaring ringtone.

wait.

your ringtone?

you don’t even bother to open your eyes, patting around your bed for your phone before you feel the cool screen against your fingertips. it takes a few failed swipes to actually answer, mumbling out a half-asleep “hello?” as you lazily press the device to your ear.

“hi, my wonderful bff. my world, my girl, my bro, my home-shizzle! hypothetically, on a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if i told you that the greece trip thing wasn’t a scam? and that we won? and that we leave in 2 days? hypothetically.” 

the silence is incredibly loud.

…

“eleven.”

[NEWLYWEDS.]

three months ago, if you were to tell yourself that you would be adorning a fake amazon wedding ring with your best friend’s arm wrapped around your waist as you stand inside some modern insurance firm being interviewed as a newlywed couple—well, you probably would’ve admitted yourself into the nearest asylum.

you don’t know what choices from your past led you to this moment, forcing a smile as a middle-aged woman with the cleanest-cut bob you’ve ever seen enthusiastically shakes your hand before moving on to beomgyu’s. he seems completely unfazed and the thought alone irks your soul to no end.

truthfully, this is all your fault. if you would’ve just told beomgyu that you are not going to pretend to be his wife for a week, you would’ve never ended up in this situation in the first place. but can anyone blame you when he offered to pay for your coffee every single day for the next 6 months, and wash your car, and take out your trash for as long as you ask him to? 

right! any sane person would’ve said yes, too!

so here you are as mrs. choi (gag), laughing along as the lady cracks a few jokes, complimenting beomgyu’s silky hair and your bright smile before sighing dreamily.

“my goodness, aren’t you two just the cutest newlyweds i’ve ever seen! how many months has it been?”

beomgyu looks down at you with a soft smile; anyone who is meeting him for the first time would’ve taken the gaze as something filled with pure adoration and undiluted love… but you know him. you see the way his eyes sparkle with mischief, the annoying quirk of his playful grin, and the pure amusement that washes over his features at your subtle glare. 

he’s having way too much fun with this. 

you pinch his side hard, a small bout of victory washing over you as he flinches.

deserved.

“we’re coming up on three months now?” beomgyu speaks through slightly gritted teeth before looking back up at the short woman, sending a charming smile her way. she squeals, bouncing on her heels and you bite back a grimace at the sheer volume.

“we decided to travel a bit before settling down and buying a home here in seoul,” you speak robotically, following the exact script you both came up with in your notes app on facetime last night. beomgyu hums in affirmation, tapping your side in a silent “good job”.

“awe! how sweet is that? what a wonderful idea to travel together while you're still young and nimble, unlike this old lady right here.” the lady honks out a laugh as she points to herself with her thumbs. you glance over at beomgyu who seems to be having the time of his life and—the regret of saying yes quickly settles deep in your bones. “you pair are such a lovely and beautiful couple!”

her high-pitched and overly enthusiastic voice pierces your ears and you can already feel the headache coming on.

“well, what can i say? it was love at first sight. i knew i had to make her mine and see the world with her as soon as possible,” beomgyu smoothly recites, gazing back down at you with the same look as before. you feel the bile rise in your throat. the words are so foreign to your ears, it’s almost jarring. the lady doesn’t even notice your discomfort and continues on and on about how cute you both are, how you remind her of her niece, and how beomgyu should totally be a model.

you force the fakest smile ever as beomgyu pinches your side, a cue for you to speak up. resisting the urge to punch him for pinching you (even though you had done it first), you simply nod along with an artificial laugh, your hand coming up to rest on his chest in faux infatuation.

ew. 

“marrying beomgyu was the best decision i’ve ever made. i’ve never been happier.” 

you swear you feel your eye twitch as the lady coos—she claps her hands excitedly, her short bob bouncing with the movement.

“how heartwarming! i’m sure this trip will bring you even closer, shedding a new light on the glitter of your love for decades to come!”

you and beomgyu are silent for a beat—because what the fuck is she even saying?—before awkwardly laughing, nodding along in hopes that she’ll wrap this up quickly. the lady’s smile doesn’t falter for a second as a stiffness fills the air, clapping her hands again as he ushers you two towards the lyft.

“better get a move on so you don’t miss your flight! i hope you have a wonderful time, lovebirds! and congratulations once again!”

the car is absolutely silent as you both settle in after all of your luggage is loaded up. beomgyu has this annoying, close-lipped smile on his face, his lips pursed like a duck—he’s so obviously trying to hold in his laughter as you grumble under your breath, snatching that stupid plastic ring off of your finger. 

you glance at him before rolling your eyes. “go ahead.”

in the blink of an eye, his boisterous laughter fills the car, high and squeaky, and you silently empathize with the lyft driver who subtly turns the radio up to combat the intrusive noise. beomgyu’s doubled over, patting his leg as he gasps for air, eyes squeezed shut; and as much as you hate to admit it, your own lips quirk up into a small smile at the sound. curse your best friend and his contagious laughter.

“i can’t believe we just did that,” beomgyu heaves out before another round of giggles leaves his lips. he reaches up to push his hair out of his face before wiping at his eyes dramatically. 

“i didn’t think i had it in me,” you agree, giving in to the grin that slowly spreads across your face. you make the horrible decision of meeting beomgyu’s eyes, and it takes less than a millisecond for you both to aggressively burst out laughing, bodies falling against each other's as your limbs grow weak.

“no, that was the funniest shit ever, i swear. we sold it.”

“for a second, i actually thought you were really in love with me.” your laughter slowly dies down as beomgyu lifts himself off of you, his chest rising and falling quickly as he attempts to catch his breath. you’re sure you don’t look any better—you definitely have abs after all of that.

“i just had to pretend that you were i.u,” beomgyu admits with an overexaggerated dreamy look off into the distance. you’re quick to fall into another fit of laughter but for a different reason this time.

“i.u doesn’t date freaks.”

beomgyu’s lips dramatically pout as he crosses his arms over his chest like a little kid, scoffing at your comment. “why do you always have to crush my dreams?”

“i don’t always crush your dreams. only when they’re stupid.”

“so… always?”

“no—yes.”

beomgyu’s quiet for a moment, turning his head to look out the window. his eyebrows are slightly furrowed, but the expression quickly smooths out as he turns towards you, uncrossing his arms to play with the fake ring on his finger.

“i’m not taking the couch.”

“what?” 

“it’s a couple’s suite. i’m taking the bed since i’m the one who entered us in the first place.”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes again—your mother had told you that one day your eyeballs would get stuck in the back of your head, and right now, that idea didn’t seem so bad. beomgyu’s teasing smile is anger-inducing, and you think you might rip it off if you have to look at it any longer. 

“what happened to chivalry? i’m your wife now, so as the man, you have to give me the bed.”

“fuck chivalry! you’re mean to me. i owe you nothing,” beomgyu huffs, squinting his eyes at you.

“i’m not mean to you,” you immediately defend, hitting his arm for even making such heinous accusations. beomgyu gasps, reaching up to hold his arm where you made impact.

“see? mean!”  once again, the dramatics are almost admirable—there’s no way that hurt. he’s been hitting the gym with his roommate taehyun lately, and you’ve seen the way he’s bulked up from the scrawny shrimp boy he used to be in high school. if anything, the hit hurt you!

“let’s play rock paper scissors, then. two out of three gets the bed.”

beomgyu huffs, but obediently holds up his fist. “fine.”

three games pass by in a blur.

“you cheated!” he whines, pointing his finger at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

“how did i cheat? just admit you suck ass, mr. couch.” your triumphant smile results in another whine from the loser next to you, putting his fist back up for a rematch. “no, i already won!”

“you’re lucky i love you.” beomgyu’s quick to give up, a tiny smile appearing on his face at the way you pretend to gag at his words.

those butterflies in your stomach are only because you skipped breakfast that morning—totally not because of the soft gaze he sends your way, mindlessly playing with the plastic ring on his finger as you two fall into a comfortable silence. totally.

☆

this sucks.

today is the first time you’ve ever ridden in first class, and you can’t even enjoy it because of the exhaustion running rampant through your veins. there’s a reason why you picked all afternoon and late night lectures; why you avoid any invitations to go out for breakfast with your friends; and why you have blackout curtains on all of your windows. you are not a morning person, whatsoever, and with that 8 a.m interview and your flight at 10 on the dot, you’re absolutely beat.

for starters, pretending to actually be in love with your best friend in front of a lady who cannot speak at a normal, human volume is more taxing than swimming from portugal to australia with no breaks. you swear. second, beomgyu has apparently never ridden an airplane before and therefore has no idea what airport etiquette is. 

(“you have to put all of your electronics in the bins, okay?”

“when i go through the x-ray thing, will they see my underwear? oh my god, no, will they see my dick?”

“no, they won’t see your dick, beomgyu.”

“but how do you know they won’t see my dick? sick fucks.”

“they’re literally doing their job, beomgyu.”

“they can do their job without looking at my dick!”

“they aren’t going to see your dick!”

the lady in front of you covers her kid's ears as she shoots you two the nastiest glare you’ve ever seen. you both bow in apology before you flick beomgyu on the back of his neck.)

you can barely keep your eyes open as you watch some marvel movie on the little screen in front of you, fighting to at least stay awake long enough to order dinner. it’s futile, though, because you’re already blacking out every few minutes, head lulling side to side like a bobblehead. 

you finally give up the battle, reminding yourself that there will be endless food at the resort, so you settle yourself into your plush seat, resting your cheek against your neck pillow. from this angle, you have a perfect view of beomgyu who’s in the secluded seat next to you, and—oh.

he looks… he looks softer than usual, only illuminated by the natural light emerging through the circular windows. his hair is slightly mussed from his fingers, his long fringe hanging over his eyes in such a way that he has to keep shaking it out of his vision. he has his earbuds in, watching the sky through the tiny window next to him with his bottom lip in between his teeth—a habit he’s had since he was young. you know he’s thinking, lost in his mind abyss by the way his fingers fidget with the end of his shirt, his leg shaking incessantly.

“hey, gyu,” you call out quietly so as to not disturb anyone else around you. his music must’ve been turned down low, seeing as his eyes find yours at the call of his name, taking an earbud out to hear you better. “you okay?”

if there’s one thing you know about your best friend, it’s when he’s nervous. it shows with the way his leg doesn’t stop moving, even as he nods out a yes in reply to your question, seeing his jaw move as he grinds his teeth together. 

“the plane keeps shaking,” he whispers, eyes wide and worried as a little bit of turbulence rocks the cabin right after he finishes speaking. even in your tired state, you can’t help but laugh softly at his animated expression, shaking your head.

“are you scared?” the teasing tone in your voice is apparent—beomgyu rapidly shakes his head in disagreement, but you see right through him as his hand grips the armrest, eyebrows knitted together. everything in your nature tells you to tease him, rile him up a bit, poke fun at him—but he genuinely looks concerned, and you’re too tired to come up with anything witty to say. instead…

“it’s just turbulence. you’re okay, gyu.”

you watch the way beomgyu relaxes ever so slightly, nodding his head as his grip loosens. you send him a little smile, not bothering to wait for him to smile back before turning your head the other way, finally letting sleep pull you under.

[FREE MARGARITAS.]

you don’t get a single moment to look around the resort because as soon as you both lug all of your things into your suite, you’re told a romantic, candle-lit dinner on the beach just down the hill has been reserved for you two as a welcome gift by the company. you’re not complaining of course, but you still would’ve liked to at least get acquainted with the area before indulging in everything.

it takes you an hour and a half to get ready; partially because beomgyu’s showers take forever. he’s in there singing along to some random 70s hits playlist, having the time of his life, while you take the time to look around the suite. 

it’s huge, to say the least. a single pod building that sits on a hill full of others alike with pristine white walls and elegant decoration—it’s almost 3 times bigger than your own apartment and you can only imagine how much all of this would’ve cost. wide, open windows line the walls with marbled tile underneath your feet, the furniture ranging from white to beige to a palette of blues, mimicking the colors of the beach in the distance.

outside is a wide patio with a glistening pool and comfy lounge area, complete with a loveseat and a swing. it has the perfect view of the coast, the sun already lowering behind the horizon. it’s absolutely breathtaking, and you make sure to take plenty of pictures, even posting a few on your instagram story (without tagging beomgyu, because you’re pissed at how long he’s taking in the bathroom.)

by the time he comes out, his hair is blow-dried and pushed out of his face with a headband. he looks like casper the friendly ghost with the white facemask he adorns and you stifle a laugh at the thought. 

you force yourself to dismiss the way he only has a towel wrapped around his waist, chest completely bare as he strides over to his suitcase—he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge your presence as he pulls out the most formal thing he can find, dropping it onto the bed.

“you gonna shower or what?” he asks over his annoyingly broad shoulder, hands reaching down to undo the towel around his waist. a yelp leaves your lips at the sudden movement, covering your eyes as you rush towards the bathroom.

“you’re disgusting!” you yell before slamming the door shut, locking it for good measure. his cackles ring throughout the suite and you flick him off from behind the wall—he can’t see it, but you want to at least get it out of your system.

halfway through your shower, you realize you forgot to bring your clothes into the bathroom to change. you blame this all on beomgyu—half because somehow every inconvenience in your life is all his fault and half because you just want a reason to ignore the way you keep thinking about how toned he’s gotten recently. you mentally make it your mission to shut down every single gym in his vicinity.

you wrap your towel tight around your body before cracking the door open, the cool air from the a/c attacking your skin like icicles. poking your head out, you scan the room for any sign of your counterpart, but the room seems to be completely empty. you wait a few seconds, just in case he decides to make any unannounced appearances before deeming the room safe enough to enter. the coast is clear.

you rush over to your suite case, unzipping it to find an appropriate dress, deciding on a white one to match the white button-up beomgyu had pulled out. you grab your makeup bag, as well as your perfume and it isn’t until you stand back up to find refuge in the bathroom that you notice the figure in the doorway. you jump in surprise, a small scream escaping your lips as you wrap your arms around yourself defensively. 

“you fucking stalker,” you huff as he doubles over in laughter. 

“oh my god, you should’ve seen your face,” he gasps, holding his hand to his stomach as his entire body vibrates with cackles. despite the venomous glare you send his way, your eyes can’t help but catch onto the fact that beomgyu cleans up nicely. 

you’ve gotten so used to beomgyu’s endless collection of sweatpants and hoodies that the thought of him looking like an a-list celebrity never once crossed your mind. the top few buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing the smooth expanse of his chest, appropriately decorated with a few layered necklaces. it seems like he decided to trade out his usual dangly earrings and ear piercings for simple studs that shine when the chandelier above you hits them. 

those black dress pants hug his legs in a way that makes you swallow, feeling your body grow warm at the way he tucks his hands into his pockets. he cocks his head at you curiously, a jesting smile on his lips—he looks infuriatingly good, to the point where you have to physically rip your eyes away from him.

“like what you see?” he badgers while he strolls into the room, as if he can see right through your little facade. you scoff, holding your stuff tight to your chest as you flee towards the bathroom again. 

“what happened to privacy?” you make sure to completely ignore his previous question—he can tell all too easily when you’re lying, and you really don’t feel like being teased relentlessly tonight.

“what’s the issue? you’re my wife now, aren’t you?” his voice is provoking, playful as you burn through him with another intense glare.

“beomgyu, i promise you, i will drown you in that pool if you say another word.” and then you happily slam the door shut in his face.

“no, you won’t! you love me too much,” he singsongs from behind the door. all you can do is roll your eyes because—yes. yes, you do.

☆

you don’t think you’ve ever seen beomgyu act so… gentlemanly ever since he tried to get his 6th grade crush to like him back—but this time, without the weird phrases he stole from western movies and the electric blue braces that lined his teeth.

he’s committed to this husband act; pulling your chair out for you and pushing you in after you take a seat, kissing the back of your hand (you kicked him under the table at that), and even telling you that you look, and you quote, “absolutely stunning, baby.”

you hope your discontentment isn’t showing too obviously through your forced smiles and giggles, that plastic wedding band around your ring finger uncomfortably sticking to your skin. 

you can’t deny the fact that the dinner is really nice, though. never in your life would you have thought you’d be drinking expensive wines and eating 5-star cuisine on a beach with your childhood best friend—you’re pretty sure 14-year-old y/n would’ve complained about how it should’ve been choi soobin from 4th period instead of beomgyu, but you’ll take what you can get.

in all honesty, it simply feels like a normal dinner out with your best friend. you both still laugh and joke as usual, reminiscing on the time when beomgyu forgot to take out his retainer before his band performed at the school festival in 10th grade, resulting in a slurred rendition of sk8er boi by avril lavigne and a crowd full of giggling onlookers. (if you had to threaten a few people to leave beomgyu alone about it afterward, then so be it.)

the thing is, it’s not hard to let go around beomgyu. you’ve known each other since you were in diapers; defending beomgyu from bullies in elementary, attending all of his self-made band’s concerts, and hanging out on your rooftop eating popsicles and gummy worms. you could complain all you’d like about his teasing, his constant, exuberated nature, and his inane questions, but there’s no one else that you’d put your life on the line for, other than the puppy-like man in front of you.

his eyes sparkle with the reflection of the candlelight as he rambles on about how he genuinely thought planes did a loopty-loop before taking off and your heart aches with a sort of warmth you’ve been trying to dismiss for so long. 

the dinner ends all too quickly, and by the time you down your last glass, you realize you’re slightly tipsy. you’ve always been a lightweight, but you really didn’t think you drank that much—you must’ve been too distracted by beomgyu’s crazy stories to acknowledge the waiter constantly filling your glass after every few sips. at least it was free.

you slightly wobble on your heels as you take a stand in the sand, a little noise of surprise leaving your lips as a warm hand meets your hip, swiftly steadying you. you look down and automatically recognize the amazon ring, your head turning to meet beomgyu’s gentle eyes.

“don’t tell me i have to carry you all the way back.” and even though it’s a joke, there’s a layer of genuineness in his tone as you stumble again.

“‘m not that drunk,” you reply with the slightest of slurs, quietly giggling at the simple image of beomgyu carrying you bridal style to the bed. now that would truly sell the act, for sure. beomgyu shakes his head with a small smile, but his hand doesn’t leave your waist as he guides you back towards the suite, his touch firm and sturdy. 

you’re almost across the beach when you stumble again, but this time, your heel actually gives out as you trip, a tiny yelp leaving your lips right before you hit the ground. you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact—but it never comes.

“yep. i’m carrying you.”

you crack an eye open to see beomgyu with an amused smile on his face, both of his hands holding onto your hips. turns out you weren’t even close to hitting the ground at all… okay, maybe you are drunk.

“piggy back ride?” you ask with a little giggle. you’re reminded of that time beomgyu had to give you a piggyback ride all the way back home from the park after you sprained your ankle trying to do a backflip off of the swing in elementary school. what a time.

beomgyu rolls his eyes fondly, but gives you a little nod, letting go of your waist to kneel down by your feet. “give me your foot.”

you give him a quizzical look, cocking your head at him in pure confusion before he pats his thigh, motioning towards your leg. still a bit out of it, you hold onto his shoulder as you lift your foot, feeling a weird sensation rush up your spine at the way he gently holds onto your calf to slip your heel off of your foot. he does the same to the other without a word, completely unfazed by the way your mouth remains slightly ajar in shock. his fingers are gentle and soothing against your skin, despite being mildly calloused from his guitar back home.

it’s enough to throw you off, swallowing as his eyes meet yours again. his eyes are incredibly soft as he smiles up at you—he motions towards his back with a quiet “hop on”.

you obey, only faltering slightly as your arms sling around his shoulders. with the new proximity, you can smell his cologne, something sweet and woodsy. his hands grab onto your thighs—one decorated with high heels hanging off two of his fingers—before hiking you up a bit. he begins walking, saying something about how he thinks there’s 10 tons of sand in his shoes by now—and if he notices you’re too distracted by his hands on your legs to process what he’s saying, he doesn’t mention it.

☆

the view is absolutely breathtaking through the glass tall windows of your suite, the rays bouncing off of the pool as you watch beomgyu wade in the water, his eyes shut. it’s weird seeing him like this—fully relaxed, calm, and still. 

it seems like ever since you met beomgyu, all chubby-cheeked and busy-bodied, he’s always been on the move. whether it be to sprint down the road to meet you at the corner so you can walk to school together, or high in the air as he jumps on your trampoline… and even when his body is physically still, his mouth still runs a mile a minute, talking about anything and everything in the entire universe, letting his thoughts run wild around you.

as much as you truly do adore his silly side, him being the main reason why you were able to break out of your shell in the first place, you can’t help but be slightly fascinated with this alternate side of him.

it’s morning now; the yellowish-white hue of the blinding sun bounces off of his skin as he soaks up the moment, his brown hair getting so long it falls down the back of his neck in soft layers. you feel like a creep, watching him like this, but something about the entire atmosphere makes your eyes unable to look away as you slowly sip on the complimentary margaritas. 

your best friend has always been attractive—that’s one thing you cannot deny. he’s had his fair share of flings, and partners (and even a throuple once) throughout the years while you’ve only endured a few situationships here and there. he’s been called handsome his entire childhood and well into his adult years, taking the compliment in stride. he never let it get to his head or fuel his ego, though; for some reason, that fact makes him even more appealing.

he’s always just been your best friend, and you both are incredibly okay with that label—you know each other best, and that’s all that really matters. never mind the way his eyelashes flutter like monarch butterflies, or the way his cheeks flush when it’s too cold outside, or the way his leg bounces when he’s excited or nervous, alike. you try to ignore the way his laughter always manages to make the sun come out, and the way he always orders for you at restaurants because he knows you aren’t a fan of talking to strangers, and the way he seems always to know what you need, right when you need it.

he’s truly the yin to your yang. but there’s something else bubbling under the surface that you aren’t quite sure you’re ready to acknowledge yet. 

a loud call of your name grabs your attention, your vision focusing on a grinning beomgyu waving you down from the edge of the pool. you don’t even have it in you to huff at the prospect of moving from your comfortable lounge chair, standing up to make your way to the large patio. sliding the door open, you poke your head out, immediately feeling the muggy air of midday wrap around you like a heated blanket. 

“get in with me! the water is super warm,” he calls, motioning you towards him with his arm, the action flicking water everywhere. you frown a bit, looking at the pool behind him before meeting his eager eyes again.

“you know i can’t swim, idiot.” 

beomgyu’s smile doesn’t falter for a second as he shrugs, holding his hand out.

“then i’ll do the swimming for you.” 

the offer is so light-hearted and casual—it shouldn’t make your heart lunge in your chest, your gut twisting with anticipation at the simple implications of his words.

you’re already in your bathing suit from the mirror selfies you took for simply the aesthetic—a simple blue bikini tied tightly around your frame. you really don’t want to waste your time here; when else will you get the chance to stay in greece for free with your best friend? 

so you let your feet carry you to the stairs of the pool, your fingers wrapping around the metal railing as you slowly step in, foot by foot. by the time you’ve made it waist deep, you begin to feel the fear creep into your bones.

“i won’t let you drown, y/n,” beomgyu laughs as you suspiciously eye the deep end of the pool, unable to even see the bottom of it. your hand tightly grips the rail as beomgyu wades his way toward you, holding his hand out for you to take. “i promise. just hold on to me.”

you nibble on your lip as your eyes flicker down to his hand, feeling the water move gently around you. drowning has always been one of your biggest fears, and because of that, you’ve always stayed far away from any body of water capable of swallowing you up whole. 

but beomgyu’s eyes are warmer than the water, the most delicate of smiles resting on his soft features. there’s no room to be scared—not with the way his hand is so grounding as you take hold of it, squealing a bit as he tugs you closer. 

“do you trust me?” and when he speaks, his voice is just barely above a whisper, his face so close to yours that you can individually count his eyelashes. his margarita-tinted breath fans over your lips and you find yourself unable to cringe away, nodding cautiously in response. 

your hands tightly grasp his shoulders as he wraps a strong arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he uses his other arm to swim deeper into the pool. his doesn’t let up, even slightly, his grip sturdy around your figure as he utilizes one arm to keep you both afloat.

“here, wrap your legs around me,” he speaks, tapping your thigh under the water. you’re sure your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline, your mouth bobbing open and shut like a fish out of water.

“wha… huh?” you question oh, so eloquently, the rumble of beomgyu’s laughter transferring against your skin. his nose crinkles up in the way it always does when he finds something to be a bit too entertaining, his eyes forming those pretty crescent moons as his eyelashes tickle his cheeks.

“it’ll make this easier. i’m not trying to carry a dead weight,” beomgyu speaks as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. you’re still dumbfounded, blinking at him blankly—so he decides to take matters into his own hands, reaching down to situate you against him by himself. “there, that’s better.”

a persistent heat surges through your stomach as your brain slowly registers the position. beomgyu’s arm tightens around your waist as you adjust your hips in a way that makes your clothed core brush against his bulge. you almost see the way his eyes darken, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his bottom lip. it’s quiet, still as the distant sound of the beach’s waves and the gentle trickle of water fills in the silence. 

your arms slowly come up to wrap around his neck—you don’t know what possesses you; some weird entity that makes beomgyu’s lips look all too kissable, and his eyes sickeningly alluring. his adam’s apple bobs as his eyes flicker across your face. you don’t register the way he slowly wades you both toward the wall of the pool, effectively caging you in as your back gently presses against the tile.

you have the chance to run, to push him off of you, and go back inside—to pretend your core doesn’t pulse with want as he presses his entire body against you. his chest is warm and his eyes are blown out, and you can say no.

but you don’t want to.

his eyes search yours for something before they trail down to your lips, his hips meeting yours in a way that renders you slightly dizzy with the proximity. 

“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop, right now,” he whispers, his fingers leaving a ticklish feeling against your exposed skin under the water. you swallow.

“i want this, please.” and his lips are on yours before you can take another breath.

it’s nothing gentle; as if he’s been starved for your taste for all of eternity. the kiss is bruising as he nibbles on your bottom lip, his tongue meeting yours as you gasp into his mouth. he takes control easily, his hips moving against yours as the water moves around you, the sound mixing in with your quiet moans and beomgyu’s sparse grunts. 

he swallows all of your sounds, holding you down against him as he bucks up into your core, his dick hard and heavy in between your legs. you squeeze your legs tighter around his waist as you match his movement to the best of your ability. you’re nearly unable to think straight as he kisses the oxygen out of you, your mind growing hazy as pleasure shoots up your spine when he rubs against your clit just right.

beomgyu breaks the kiss to dive into your neck, sucking and biting small marks onto your unblemished skin before kissing over the soon-to-be marks. he can’t keep his mouth off of you as he trails his lips under your jaw, over your clavicle, nipping at your cleavage. your own voice sounds foreign in your ears as every lick and bite shoots straight to your core, feeling that knot in your gut tightens with every thrust.

“think you can cum just like this, hm? just from humping my cock?” beomgyu pants against your skin as his lips brush over your cheek, his breath fanning your ears. the head of beomgyu’s clothed dick catches onto your slit for the slightest of seconds, and you have to clench all of the muscles in your body to not cum on the spot.

“ye—yes, please don’t stop,” you whine, tilting your head back to invite his lips back to your neck. you’re sure you’re leaving marks on beomgyu’s shoulder blades from how hard your nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind—if anything, it makes his hips work faster against yours, pressing you full-on against the pool walls. 

“so good for me, fuck.”

beomgyu kisses up your neck, a low groan leaving his lips at the way you’re bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat, clawing at his skin as your pussy clenches around nothing.

“gyu, ‘m—can i cum? please, please, please.” you can’t hold on anymore—not with the way beomgyu laughs against your skin, his free hand reaching up to grab your chin, forcing your lips against his again. he licks into your mouth with fervor, your teeth clashing together. your spit-slicked lips slide against each other, wet and messy, and he finally decides to take pity on you.

“go ahead, cum for me, baby.”

your brain goes blank as you finally come undone, blindly sinking into beomgyu’s lips and his faltering thrusts. your entire body tenses up as you moan against his lips, feeling like a ragdoll in the way he leaves soft kisses against your lax mouth. a low, rumbling groan emits from his chest as his hips still, twitching against yours subtly. he exhales once he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

it takes a second for you both to catch your breaths and when you finally blink your eyes open, beomgyu’s puppy-like eyes are already on yours.

“you okay?” his voice oozes with a type of concern; care that feels all too intimate. his pupils are blown wide, alluring and deep as they scan your face. you nod with a small sigh, leaning forward to drop your head onto his shoulder. you feel his torso shake with a chuckle at the action, feeling an unnamed emotion run through your chest.

you don’t pay any mind to it, though. not while you're ruminating in a cum-contaminated body of water.

“we should probably call someone to clean the pool.” and the laughter that bubbles out of beomgyu’s mouth is enough to distract you, just for a moment.

[I DO.]

it’s a weird, strange domestic feeling waking up to a fluffy head of brown hair resting on your shoulder, caged in by gentle arms around your waist. beomgyu’s always been a cuddler, and a week ago, you would’ve cringed at the simple thought of indulging him.

but now, a warm feeling blooms in your chest like a hydrangea as your fingers slip into his mussed hair to play with the strands. you’ve been cowed by your emotions, unable to fight off the fond smile that climbs onto your lips at the sight of the teddy bear-esque man clinging to you in his sleep. 

you don’t know what to do with all of these butterflies swarming in your chest, flapping against each other, kicking up a sandstorm of admiration that runs wild through your veins. he’s your best friend—and at this point in time, you know he’s more than that.

it’s crazy to think that romantic feelings can accumulate overnight, and you’re starting to suspect that maybe these feelings have existed all along. he’s the only one capable of rendering you speechless, whether it be from the crazy things he says or the way his eyes sparkle with a sense of youthfulness that tethers you two together. he’s the only one who can make you feel so carefree and in the moment—you don’t worry about the future or what’s to come with beomgyu. you simply enjoy the now, soaking up his blinding smiles and outlandish stories.

he’s waking up, you realize, as he mumbles under his breath, nuzzling closer to you. his lips brush your neck, his hair tickling your cheek in a way that makes your nose scrunch up with a small giggle. you feel drunk despite the fact that all of the alcohol has long dispersed in your body overnight—you blame it all on the fact that the sun sits high in the sky, shining kindly through the wide, open windows. it lights beomgyu up in a way that squeezes your heart painfully, the white sheets strewn across his waist making him look so soft and gentle.

“good morning,” you mumble with a tiny smile as beomgyu begins littering faint kisses against the expanse of your neck, brushing over the previous marks he’d left there yesterday. he simply hums in response, his arms loosening from around your waist to trail up the side of your body—his touch is so delicate, you let yourself get lost in the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as he softly nips at your skin. 

he situates himself so that he’s hovering over you and you open your eyes again, feeling the sudden urge to shy away from his gaze. you’ve never seen such a look in his eyes—something so heavy and raw. as if he’s prying you apart and putting you back together again. it makes a shiver run up your spine.

“good morning, beautiful,” he finally replies and you can’t help but giggle again—you feel like a teenager, the way your stomach flutters at his morning voice, all deep and raspy and sultry. his brown eyes are half-lidded from sleep, his skin warm as his fingers brush your cheek.

the tension in the air isn’t incredibly prominent—it still lingers but with a less demanding presence. it’s natural and easy in the way it always is with beomgyu. existing with beomgyu is just so uncomplicated. 

you feel yourself melt into the sheets as he presses closer, molding himself into you perfectly—as if he was destined to be right here all along. his nose brushes yours as he leans in, and when his lips touch yours, any thoughts clouding your mind immediately disperse, making room for the sun itself. your arms come up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you, feeling his heartbeat against yours. you feel safe, lax, content; all things good in the world. 

his lips are unrushed as they move against yours, silently speaking a thousand words as he cups the side of your face, his hips subtly moving against yours. you sigh into his mouth, tilting your head to deepen the kiss—you don’t care about morning breath or the fact that you probably look a mess with your ridden-up shirt and tired eyes. and beomgyu doesn’t care either, licking into your mouth as if you’re a rare delicacy, grinding down against your thin panties. 

he’s half-hard in his pants, desperately rubbing against you to chase whatever pleasure he can get. it’s endearing almost, the way he moans into your mouth as you reach down to slip your fingers past his waistband to trail a light touch over his dick. his voice is deeper than normal, stirring something inside of you that makes your legs clamp around his hips.

“i want you, gyu,” you breathe out once his lips finally leave yours, pumping him slowly. his lips catch in between his teeth as your fingers run over the head of his dick, feeling your fingers coat with sticky precum.

“hm? gotta be more specific than that, gorgeous,” beomgyu teases despite the way he’s slowly thrusting into your hand, smiling down at you in a way that usually would’ve pissed you off—but right now, it only makes your pussy drip with want. 

“i want you inside of me. want you to fill me up,” you whine out as his fingers rub your clit over your panties, moving lower to press against your damp entrance. his resolve crumbles all too quickly as you peer up at him with your doe eyes, lips parted as you whine softly, moving your hips against his fingers. 

“fuck, okay baby.”

you let him move away to strip himself of his sparse clothing as you pull your shirt over your head. the butterflies return quickly as you realize this is the first time you’re seeing each other completely unclothed and—oh god. he’s huge. your half-asleep state didn’t realize the sheer amount of dick between your fingers, but now that you’re seeing it in the morning light, you aren’t even sure if it’ll fit.

beomgyu makes his way back over to you, his fingers hooking onto the band of your panties to drag them down your legs. his eyes are almost predatory as he takes in your glistening folds, unable to stop himself from running his fingers over your cunt, collecting your juices.

“you’re dripping,” he awes, his eyes flickering up to yours with a small smile. a heat rushes up your neck, shyly covering your face with both of your hands. beomgyu’s small laugh resonates throughout the room, feeling his clean hand come up to gently move your arms away.

when you meet his eyes again, they’re filled with a sort of fondness that makes your head spin, makes your heart stutter—it’s horrible and you can’t help the small whine that leaves your lips as his fingers return to your cunt, slightly dipping into your hole, soaking them even more.

“i want you to look at me. can you do that?” beomgyu gently requests and you’re nodding before you can fully register his words. he flashes you a proud smile before he brings his wet fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean of your juices. an airy, surprised moan leaves your body against your will at the sight, and his smile broadens. “you taste amazing, baby.”

his middle finger enters your entrance with no resistance, and you feel yourself clench down as he curls it upwards to gently explore your walls. it’s all too much and not enough all at once. he’s going incredibly slow, as if you two have all the time in the world, but you can’t wait. you need him now.

“please, just fuck me. ‘m ready,” you demand through a whine, pleading with your eyes, an action that effectively softens beomgyu's gaze. he doesn’t remove his finger, but instead adds another alongside it, his thumb coming to brush against your clit. you buck against his hand with a small moan as he moves up your body, trailing kisses from your hipbone, to your breasts, and finally your lips.

it’s a chaste peck, but it’s enough to leave you wanting more, chasing after his lips once he pulls back. you whine at the loss, already feeling your brain turn to mush with the way his fingers slowly drag against the walls of your cunt, his thumb just barely applying pressure to your swollen nub.

“are you sure?” 

“yes, yes, ‘m sure. want your cock, gyu. just—” you’re nearly hysterical as your hips grind down on his fingers. you can already feel the frustrated tears brimming your eyelashes, reaching up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your lips brushing against his. “please, please…”

“shh. it’s okay, baby,” beomgyu coos, pressing a few soft kisses to your lips. you quietly gasp as he removes his fingers from your hole. he kisses your cheeks all too delicately, his forearm resting by your head to steady himself. “i’ll take care of you. just relax.”

you almost cry happy tears with the way you feel the head of his cock tease your hole, dipping in but not fully entering. his lips find yours again as he drags his dick in between your sopping folds, swallowing his low moan at the feeling. “my perfect girl. so pretty, so wet for me.”

when he pushes in, your arms tighten around his neck, your enter body locking up at the intrusion. you feel like a virgin again, his girth stretching you open almost uncomfortably. his thumb rubs your hips to soothe you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss to distract you from the feeling. he stops for a second, letting you get used to his dick as he peppers kisses across your face.

“fuck, it feels like you’re splitting me in half,” you blurt out and beomgyu can’t help but laugh softly, his forehead resting against yours. “i think i can feel you in my throat.”

“can you stop making me laugh so i can fuck you stupid, please?”

his words are lighthearted, but the thought of being fucked to the point where you can’t even speak has you shutting up in no time. you whine quietly as beomgyu continues pushing into you until he’s fully situated inside of your cunt—you’re fluttering around him like crazy, feeling the faint pain slowly dispersing into pleasure as he kisses your jaw.

“you can move now,” you mumble, and beomgyu wastes no time pulling out, almost all the way, just to snap his cock back into you with a force that rocks the bed slightly. you can’t cover up the choked-out gasp that leaves your lips, eventually turning into a stream of moans and whines as he quickly sets a brutal pace. 

his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust, your mind clouding over as pleasure fills your bloodstream, your pussy clenching around his thick cock. he places one last kiss on your lips before sitting up, both of his hands moving wrapping around your thighs. you’re so wet that his dick easily glides in and out of you, wet, squelching sounds filling the room as you drip around him. 

“you’re so tight, god. letting me fuck you raw like the needy slut you are,” he chastizes, groaning as he pulls your body in to meet his hips. his strokes are so deep, you already feel yourself nearing your high.

“yes, yes, yes. need you,” you cry out, hands gripping the sheets. “so big, gyu. ‘s too much, i can’t—” 

“you were the one crying for my cock, so you better take it.” his sudden demeanor change sends a tingly rush up your spine, leaving your brain a muddled mess. his bangs have fallen into his eyes, his cheekbones flushed with a slight pink from the physical exertion and the warmth of the sun beaming through the windows. his stomach contracts with every thrust into your wet heat, low moans and sharp gasps leaving his lips as his eyes fall shut, his head lolling back at the feeling.

your core throbs, gut tightening with every passing moment—at some point, he brings his fingers down to circle your clit, whimpers leaving your mouth at the overwhelming feeling of it all. you clench down around him, hand stretching out for something, anything; and it only takes a few seconds for beomgyu to notice. his fingers interlace with yours, giving your hand a grounding squeeze.

“gonna fill you up—gonna make a mess of this pretty pussy,” beomgyu pants out, a low moan leaving his lips as his hips slightly stutter.

“‘m gonna cum, gyu, ‘m cumming,” you babble out, your head rolling to the side as your eyes shut, the immense pleasure coursing through your body becoming all too much. somewhere through your muffled ears, you hear beomgyu praising you for taking him so well, but by that point, you’re already gone. 

the moan that leaves your lips is nearly pornagraphic, your fingers clawing at the sheets as your orgasm washes over you. all the air is punched out of your lungs and beomgyu thrusts deep into you before settling there, a low groan leaving his lips as his dick twitches inside of you.

“fuck, baby, i love you. i love you so much,” he breathes out as he cums—you feel the hot streaks of his cum painting your insides, shooting places you weren’t even sure existed inside of you. it leaves your mind hazy, unable to even process the way he pulls out, his cum dripping out of you and onto the white sheets.

the feeling of a hot, wet tongue against your entrance makes your hips buck up—you let out a surprised gasp that’s quickly overtaken by a whimper, your hand reaching to entangle itself in his hair.

“wait, gyu—fuck, i’m sensitive,” you whine, feeling your eyes brim with tears at the overstimulation. his tongue flicks against your abused cunt as he cleans up his own cum, fucking it back into you with his tongue. 

“you can take it, baby. i know you can,” he pants against your pussy before his lips encircle your clit, sucking and nibbling ever so slightly. you can’t control the noise leaving your lips, whining and moaning as your legs clamp around his head. beomgyu simply chuckles against you before two of his fingers enter your pussy, teasing and prodding at your sentive walls.

“gyu, i can’t, i can’t…” you sob, tears running down your cheeks as the overstimulation sends painful shocks up your spine. you’re gushing around his tongue, the sheets beneath you completely soaked through. your brain fights against itself, your body unsure of whether to press closer or pull away. you can’t think about anything other than beomgyu’s fingers and mouth, eyes squeezed shut as your body racks with sobs.

“yes, you can. cum on my tongue, pretty girl.”

and you do, your back arching as you moan loudly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as your hips frot against his face, waves of pleasure washing over you, drowning you. your entire body trembles with shocks as your mind goes blank, flopping back onto the bed as you attempt to catch your breath. tears are still running down your cheeks—your entire body feels like it’s floating. you’re completely wrung out. that was probably the hardest you’ve ever come in your life.

you don’t even register beomgyu’s soft hands on your cheeks as he wipes your tears away, his lips pressing against your forehead, your nose; anywhere his lips can reach. it’s grounding as you slowly come back down to earth.

“you did so well for me, baby. so, so perfect. so beautiful. you took it all, i’m so proud of you.”

you blink your eyes open at his words, feeling those butterflies flock with the way he’s watching you so attentively, his eyes flitting across your face quickly. 

“i didn’t go too far, did i?” beomgyu’s voice is almost nervous, low and quiet in your ear as he strokes the side of your face. you crack a small smile at how cute he looks, reaching up to brush some of the hair out of his eyes.

“no, not at all. i liked it,” you reassure, your fingers trailing down his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. he visibly melts into your touch at the words, shoulders slumping in relief. 

“thank god,” he breathes out, slumping on top of you—you half-heartedly protest, but the weight is nice, loving the way it feels to have his chest rise and fall against yours, his head resting in the crook your neck. you wrap your arms around him with a little giggle, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“you big baby,” you tease. he’s completely unbothered, though, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before settling against you again.

“only around you.”

the quiet is relaxing, hearing the calm waves of the beach down the hill and the slight buzz of the air conditioner. as much as your brain wants to believe that you imagined it, his words from a few moments ago ring like a mantra in your head. words that make your chest tight, and your mind spin, and your stomach flutter. having him in your arms like this makes you sure that what you heard wasn’t made up in your mind.

“you said you love me.”

a beat of silence.

“hm?” he hums inquisitively as if he didn’t hear you correctly the first time.

“when you, um—when you… came…” you whisper the last part, feeling the vibrations of beomgyu’s laugh fill your own chest.

“you’re still shy after all of that?” beomgyu asks incredulously as he lifts his head to look at you. a tiny, playful smile sits on his lips and you pout, nudging him softly.

“stop changing the topic!” beomgyu laughs again as he relaxes back into your hold.

“okay, i did say i love you. because i do. i love you.”

the words hit you deeper this time, now that your mind is clear—he sounds so sure of himself, and the confidence seeps into you, confirming your own feelings that have been threatening to spill over these last few days.

“i love you too.” you pause for a second. “ like, love love you.” 

beomgyu chuckles against your skin, his arms tightening around your frame as he nuzzles in closer to you, despite already being skin to skin. he’s cute, you think.

“i’d hope ‘love love’ is what we’re talking about right now,” he speaks almost sarcastically and you lightly tug his hair for being a smartass—you get the opposite reaction you were searching for though because beomgyu dramatically moans at the action just to rile you up even more.

“oh my god, you’re insufferable,” you huff, but the smile on your face is telling enough as he lifts his head once again to meet your eyes—his hair is all messy and strewn about, lips bitten red and raw, cheeks flushed; and that fact that you’re in love with your best friend full sinks in. he’s everything to you.

“but you love me.”

you sigh.

“yea. i do.”

a blinding smile breaks out on beomgyu’s lips as he leans in to peck yours a few times, your body melting as he kisses you with so many emotions, it makes your heart get caught in your throat, your skin buzzing with contentment. 

he pulls away, sitting up to climb off the bed, searching for his sweatpants.

“come on. time for me to do my husband duties and run you a bath.”

“you’re still comitting to this, huh?” you giggle as you sit up too, watching his figure retreat towards the bathroom. beomgyu turns slightly, the smile on his lips absolutely menacing.

“so? i gotta practice for the future.”

your future, you brain tells you.

and that idea isn't so bad, you think.

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[stevieschrodinger]

“You’ve changed,” Carol pops her gum, every snake on her head is turned and glaring at Steve.

“Yeah,” he replies stoically, “yeah, I have.”

Carol rolls her eyes at him, “so what? That’s it? One summer and you’re too good for me now-”

It’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes. He’s aware that Robin has come up to stand next to him, their knuckles brush together and Carol obviously catches it, raising an eyebrow, “Really? You’re fucking Buckley?” She hisses at him, all her snakes weaving gently like they’re waiting for the strike, laser focused on Steve.

It ruffles his feathers, he can’t help that, but he keeps his expression neutral, “yeah, well, what I do doesn’t concern you.”

She hisses again, an actual hiss, forked tongue and fang making an appearance before she stomps off, no doubt to find Tommy. Rob moves closer, pressed together fingers to shoulder, she tilts her head so that her snakes can greet him. They nose Steve’s cheek gently at first, uncertain, before Steve nuzzles them and then they all join in, Steve’s face being licked by dozens of happy tongues. Robin giggles, “dingus.”

All of Robin’s snakes sit low, relaxed, all lovely shades of copper and bronze, just like the scales that decorate her cheekbones and eyebrows. Carol’s are venomous green and always look like they’re hunting for prey.

Steve looks down; she’s done something to the scales, glitter, or something, but it looks pretty. Steve before wouldn’t know how to do this; how to give a simple honest compliment to a friend. Old Steve only said things that were shitty, just to make him feel better about himself, “looks nice, the,” Steve gestures vaguely to the space next to his own eyes, where white downy feathers lie flat to his skin, “shiny. I like it.”

Robin grins up at him, “we could do you, silver would look good?”

“Nah,” Steve looks around again, “I’d never get it out of- hey is that Munson?” Steve asks, frowning as he watches the guy clop along, hooves poking out from the ends of his ragged jeans. It’s Munson, Steve already knows, obviously, but he looks really different, “his horns are in,” Steve realises.

“Yeah,” Robin agrees sadly.

It takes a second for Steve to put it together, “oh shit, Chrissy.”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t realise they were so close...were they..?”

Robin shakes her head, “just really good friends. Her family...they wouldn’t let him go to the funeral.”

“Well...shit,” because that is shit. He knew Chrissy and Munson used to hang out all the time, didn’t know if they were a thing or whatever; didn’t care then. That was before this summer and Robin at Scoops and the shit with Max and her brother and the fall of king Steve. He knows the kids know Munson; knows they really like him. It’s not fair that Chrissy’s family wouldn’t let him go, just because of what he is. Just because he lives in the trailer park with the rest of the Demons.

He sits with the kids at lunch, just ignores all the looks he gets. He doesn’t need to do much, just sits and eats and listens as the kids prattle on about nerd shit. When Munson comes in, shoulders slumped and picking up a tray to join the line, Steve’s eyes are drawn to him. Dustin spots him too, the kid looks sympathetic, but his tail’s wagging away at the sight of his friend, “gonna’ go say hi to Eddie,” Dustin slides off the bench, ears pricked in Eddie’s direction.

Unfortunately he walks straight into Tommy Hagan, “watch it pup,” Tommy snorts, sets his ridiculously wide shoulders and lowers his horns as he pushes Dustin hard enough he stumbles a few steps.

Steve wants to rip the ring right out of his nose, he gets up, wings spreading and white feathers fluffing in a threat display. No one fucks with the kids. Dustin whines out a little puppy growl, “fuck off Hagan.”

“Watch your fucking mouth <i>dog,”</i> Tommy tries to push him again, but Steve gets in the way, shoving Tommy so hard he nearly goes over.

Steve’s vaguely aware that he’s pissed enough that the light around his head is brighter than usual, and he’s glad when Tommy struggles to look at him, blinking at the glare, “fuck this, whatever.”

“Thanks Steve,” Dustin says, before loping off to go and stand with Eddie. Turns out Eddie was watching the entire thing, and his and Steve’s eyes briefly meet, Eddie’s slitted pupils contracted against the light, but he doesn’t look away until Dustin tugs at his jacket.

Steve sits again, curious now, “Max?” she looks at him as she’s ripping into beef jerky with her fangs, he indicates the tiny baby horns sticking from high up on her forehead, “they grow in when something bad happens, right?”

She swallows a huge piece of meat in one go, “not necessarily bad...just, you know. Enough to change you. I hope I’m fucking angry when mine happens.”

“Yeah?”

She hums, gnawing on the meat, “makes em spikey.”

Steve looks at Eddie, his horns curl back and down, like a ram, all smooth and dark, almost containing his fluffy curls, “and what do Eddie’s mean?”

Max looks over, then looks back, shrugging, “grief, I guess.”

Eddie’s sitting alone a week later, and Steve feels like he has to check in with the guy, at least, “I’m just going to say hi to Munson.” Robin smiles up at him, squeezing his fingers, “what?”

“You’re just...that’s a good thing, I’m proud of you Steve.”

He rolls his eyes to hide how that has made him feel, tickling the chins of a couple of her snakes and making her giggle as a distraction before he heads over. Eddie’s got a book open on the table and he’s scribbling in a notebook, “Dungeons and Dragons, right?”

Eddie blinks up at him, “how the fuck do you know that?”

Steve takes it as enough of an invitation to at least perch on the opposite bench, “I do listen when the kids talk. Sometimes.”

It gets a little half smile out of Munson, a fang poking out that’s kind of attractive. His pupils are black slits, but the iris is a lovely, honey brown. There’s flames moving in the depths, shifting shades of brown. The whole thing is kind of attractive, Steve can’t help but notice. Eddie seems to have suddenly grown into himself over the summer. His wings look bigger too; stronger, dark black and leathery, folded neatly against his back.

Steve can feel his own wings tipping, feathers fluffing. He can see them moving out of the corner of his eye, wing joints dipping low and wing tips fluttering, and can’t help but look betrayed by them.

Eddie’s wings spread in answer, large, joint tips held high. Dominant.

Well, shit.

Somewhere far away, Steve is very vaguely aware of Robin producing a wolf whistle and then Dustin’s puppy howl joining in.

He wants the ground to open up and swallow him when Eddie raises an eyebrow, “something you want, sweetheart?” His fangs flash.

Steve figures he’s all in, he can’t hide what his body apparently wants, and half the school has probably seen this little display, “are you, you know, doing anything later?”

“Yeah,” Eddie leans closer over the table, resting on his elbows, “hopefully I’ll be <i>doing</i> something alright.”

“Come over. Six ish,” Steve manages to get out before he flees for his life.

Eddie has him pinned to the door and is kissing the life out of him before Steve really registers what’s happening. Eddie’s a bitey kisser, and it’s all Steve can do to keep up. Eddie grips both Steve’s wrists in one hand, pins them above his head and Steve just...melts. Lets Eddie have it, the control, the everything. Eddie grabs a handful of Steve’s feathers and tugs...ever so gently. It’s enough to summon a moan of pleasure from Steve.

“Bed,” Eddie growls against his mouth, fangs pressing to Steve’s plush lip without splitting skin, “please, tell me we’re going to bed.”

Steve nods frantically, and Eddie gets the memo and lets him go, following as Steve takes the stairs two at a time.

Eddie’s skin is pale and dotted with tattoos. The happy trail from his tummy button is soft brown fur, it spreads out to his hips, his goat legs ending in shiny black cloven hooves. The leaking, red head of his penis is starting to emerge from it’s furred sheath. Below it, Eddie’s ridiculously large balls hang heavy; it makes Steve’s mouth water. Steve is delighted to find Eddie had a tiny little wisp of a tail; it’s barely long enough to cover the tight pucker of Eddie’s asshole, and it wags, brushing against Steve’s fingers, as Steve investigates the tight ring of muscle with a dry fingertip.

It wags faster when Steve starts to rub gentle circles. Eddie tolerates Steve’s touches for a moment before spreading his wings and manhandling Steve onto the bed. Steve has to spread his wings to they don’t get smushed under him, and he lands with a happy, “oof.”

Eddie’s on him immediately, kissing and licking and sucking at every square inch of bare skin. He works his way down, kneeling on the floor and hooking Steve’s thighs with his arms before dragging him down the bed. Steve’s thighs land on Eddie’s shoulders and before Steve knows it, his ass is being lifted, cupped in Eddie’s hands, as Eddie spreads him and finds Steve’s hole with his mouth.

Steve cries out in pleasure, Eddie’s tongue is sinuous and broad and he works it into Steve’s hole, licking and moaning. Eddie’s eyes are closed, and Steve can’t help but look down his own body to watch, some of Eddie’s face obscured by Steve’s own erection. There’s the soft noise of Steve’s wings shifting, and Steve white knuckle grips the covers, fighting the urge to just straight up fuck himself down onto Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie’s ridiculously long, talented tongue.

“I want to hold your horns while I ride you.”

Eddie’s eyes blink open, and he pulls back, smirking, “that can most definitely be arranged.”

Steve shifts, giving Eddie space to get on the bed, Steve climbing over him before he even really settles. Eddie fur is soft on Steve’s thighs, and the curve of his goat legs means Steve has an extra comfy dip to sit in.

Eddie’s bare cock is hard and leaking everywhere, the skin red and shiny and flush, his sheath completely rolled down now, a little furry pouch at the base. If they get the chance to do this again, Steve wants to nuzzle those heavy looking balls.

Eddie grips him by the hips, his wings come up too, the joints resting against Steve’s ribs for extra stability. Steve flares his own wings for balance, pleased when Eddie’s eyes flick across to drink in the snowy white feathers. Steve slips a hand between his thighs, gentle where he holds Eddie’s turgid flesh, and slowly eases his body down. He’s wet and messy and open from Eddie’s tongue, and the pointed shape slips in easy enough. Eddie’s big though, big enough that the stretch burns a little, quickly soothed by the copious amounts of pre come Eddie is leaking.

“Okay,” Eddie breaths, “not even so much a question. His fingertips are digging into Steve’s flesh from the effort of holding still, so Steve puts them both out of there misery and starts to rock, leaning forward a little to grip Eddie’s horns, pinning him to the bed.

The soft tickle of Eddie’s fur against Steve’s ass is wonderful, the feel of wing leathery wing wrapping tight to Steve is even better. Steve’s wings curve down to lay over Eddie’s without his permission, and Steve catches Eddie staring at where the white feathers sit next to the black skin.

Eddie likes it.

Steve likes it too.

Eddie reaches down, wrapping a hand around Steve’s dripping cock, giving Steve something to fuck into as he rocks up and down. If Eddie minds Steve using his horns for leverage, he doesn’t show it. At all.

Steve pulls a hand up, slaps it over Eddie’s eyes, “I’m close. It’ll get bright, I- I- Eddie. Eddie I’m gonna’ come-”

Eddie pulls Steve’s hand away, “I can take it,” he says, breathless, something big tugging at Steve’s rim, more pressure trying to push inside, Steve wants it, knows it’ll make him come.

The pressure breaks, slips past Steve’s rim with a pop, Steve is suddenly so full, so stretched, the room is bathed in bright light but Eddie watches him anyway, slit pupils made paper thin to stave off any damage. His mouth hangs open, forked tongue and fangs on display.

Steve’s come paints Eddie’s stomach as his orgasm pulses through him, ass grinding into the soft fur in the cradle of Eddie’s hips. He can feel wave after wave of heat as Eddie comes inside him; it feels endless.

Steve is panting and sweaty as they come down from it together, Eddie fingers skating carefully across Steve’s skin, shifts to his wings to pet his feathers, when Steve tries to shift though, Eddie freezes, eyes wide with shock...and then pleasure as he ruts upward uncontrollably, movements sloppy, Steve can feel the hot pulse of more come inside him.

Steve too; he can’t move, Eddie’s cock lodged inside him.

“What is that?”

Eddie frowns now, and then he looks away, suddenly very uncomfortable. Steve doesn’t like that look on Eddie’s face, “I think I’ve knotted you,” he mumbles.

Steve’s not even sure what that is, “how long does it last?”

“I, ah, don’t know, it’s never happened before.”

Steve wriggles his hips, enjoying the tug of Eddie’s knot at his rim, likes the hot splash in his gut as Eddie ruts helplessly, coming again, skin flushed pink and eyes sliding closed with a moan of pure bliss.

“Never?”

“No,” Eddie pants out, blinking up at Steve once he gets himself under control again, “it, it only happens when we find out mates,” Eddie breaths the words out all together, and his eyes slide away, like he’s embarrassed.

Steve tugs him back by the curve of his horn, makes him look at Steve, “you think my wings bow to just anyone?”

Eddie looks thrilled when he realises what Steve must mean, smile big and happy before it collapses back into itself, “but surely you, I mean, what about another Angel? What about...you know, a real life? A family?”

“What, you think a life with you wouldn’t be a real one-?”

“You know what I mean-” Eddie hisses as his half deflated knot suddenly slips free. Steve groans, and is very, very fucking aware of the flood of come that drips right back out of him.

“We can have kids, if you want them.”

Eddie swallows, he doesn’t seem a jot bothered by the small lake of bodily fluids that must be soaking into the fur of his crotch and thighs, “adoption, or something?”

Steve nods, “if you want to. But I am an angel. I’m a literal vessel Eddie. If you want babies, I can carry them.”

Eddie blinks up at him, slitted pupils turning wide with surprise as he looks up at Steve, “I didn’t know that, thought you guys were vessels for, holy light, or something,” Eddie’s eyes are filled with fire. Not gold, like Steve’s, but a shimmer in his natural brown, hidden until you know where to look. It’s beautiful.

Steve nods, “we don’t even have to have sex, it’s just a little bit of my soul, a little bit of yours-”

“I don’t-” Eddie looks away, again, swallows thickly, “I don’t have one.”

Steve has to pull him back again, gently, this time, a soft touch to Eddie’s cheek until he finally looks back up at Steve through his lashes, “is that what they tell you?”

Eddie nods, Steve shakes his head.

“It’s not true baby, you have one, I see it, burning bright.”

Eddie smiles, clearly pleased, rolling them so they can snuggle together, their wings hanging off either side of the bed. They kiss. Soft and slow, the very tinniest hint of Eddie’s fangs. Steve loves the brush of Eddie’s fur against his legs.

“Your light...that thing go away when you’re sleeping?”

Steve laughs, “nope.”

Eddie sighs, “you’re the big spoon then, no way in Hell I’ll be sleeping with that nonsense shining right in my face.”