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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 4 years ago

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I had an idea that won't leave me and now I have to share it with you! Drunk Pigsy and Tang, only problem is that Tang can not hold his tongue when he's drunk and he may or may not tell Pigsy something that the scholar promptly forgets the next morning!

You.... you AND YOUR IDEAS JUST LOVE TO MAKE ME WANNA WRITE DON’T YOU LAKSDMFOIAWEMFAS

The thing about Tang was that he was a talker.

He liked to chat and tell stories and share his knowledge. The way he talked was noticeably captivating, so whoever his audience happened to be, they found him easy to listen to and often enjoyed his company; Pigsy was no exception to that. He’d spent a lot of days listening to him tell Mk Monkey King stories, even if he would deny it to the ends of the earth, he didn’t need Tang getting a bigger head than he already had.

What you had to watch for were the things he didn’t say; because, who would ever think the man who seemed to say whatever was on his mind would be hiding something?

Tang was pretty honest. He didn’t lie or even withhold the truth very often, if at all, but despite that there was still a lot Pigsy didn’t know about him. He didn’t know if he had any family, he didn’t know where he’d lived or what he’d done before he started hanging around the noodle shop.

Part of that was his own fault. He didn’t exactly go out of his way to ask, but honestly he didn’t really feel like he needed too. He might not have known where he used to live, or even if he had other friends than the ones at Pigsy’s shop, but he knew his favourite tea, and that he’d get cold while he was reading so he wore big fuzzy socks in the evenings when he curled up on the couch with a book.

Sure, sometimes he was curious as to where Tang would go when he’d be absent for a few days at a time, but no matter how long he was away, he always made his way back to the shop, so it didn’t matter all that much.

If Tang wanted to tell him anything about himself he would on his own time. Otherwise it wasn’t any of his business.

Unfortunately he was historically bad at dismissing his own curiosity and keeping his nose where it belonged.

________

Pigsy didn’t really drink. He didn’t really like it, contrary to what a lot of people assumed. He’d had a few blackout drunk experiences in the past that hadn’t ended really well, and had never been fond of the inhibitions that came with alcohol since then.

But on special occasions, he’d still have some. Not enough to get smashed or anything, but a small amount, just so he relaxed a little and wasn’t so tense. He could drink a lot without getting drunk, but he knew his limits and usually stopped well before he neared reaching them.

Tang on the other hand, he discovered, was an entirely different story.

The man was almost painfully lightweight, which was something Pigsy never thought he’d actually know because he may not have known everything about him, but one thing he did know was that: Tang didn’t drink.

Except he had, apparently, and now Pigsy was heading to a bar to go get him because Tang had texted that he’d needed a ride--or at least that’s what Pigsy had been able to discern from the almost incomprehensible keysmashing. He’d gotten enough drunk texts from people back in the day for it to be not too much of a challenge. He was a little rusty in deciphering it, but still managed to put together exactly where he was and headed over to pick him up. It helped that the bar happened to be one that he walked by on his way to and from work every day, so he’d recognized the butchered spelling of the name with surprising ease.

It was closer to evening when he’d gotten the text, so he hadn’t needed to close the shop early or anything (maybe Tang had been thinking of that before texting him) and he’d left Mk to finish the cleanup, trusting him to lock up as well so that he could go take care of Tang. Mk saluting him with a determined “I won’t let you down, Pigsy!” almost made him rethink his decision, the kid was a danger magnet, but Tang needed him, so in the end he just decided to trust him, leaving him to whatever shenanigans he’d get himself into while closing the shop, and hope it was still intact by the time he arrived for work the next morning.

Who would’ve thought he’d ever pick something over the safety of his noodle shop.

(Pigsy refused to read into that decision.)

It had been a long day, and he really wasn’t ready to deal with a drunk, least of all if that drunk was Tang of all people, but he’d texted Pigsy out of anyone he knew (not that Pigsy even knew if he even did know anyone else) and he wasn’t going to leave him hanging.

The bar was fairly nice, as far as bars went. Pigsy had been in plenty of worse ones. Still, he couldn’t even begin to guess what Tang was doing inside one. He tried not to let the churning feeling of concern building in his chest get to him as he scanned the building for any sign of his friend.

It was fairly empty, which made sense since it was a weekday. Only about seven people in total in the entire building, as far as he could tell, though he could’ve been wrong, since the lighting was a little dark. There was some music playing at a decent volume; nothing too loud, which was nice. He’d be able to talk to Tang without having to project over the volume.

Eventually he spotted the familiar red scarf. Tang was sitting at the front of the bar on a stool like he always seemed to be. He was half-laying over the surface, either staring at his reflection or the liquid and bubbles in the cup. Maybe both.

Pigsy sighed and headed over.

The bartender was wiping out a cup, as he approached the counter, and Pigsy shook his head slightly when he started to set it down. The man shrugged at his declining motion and went back to his task, leaving Pigsy to slip onto the stool next to Tang.

It took him a couple seconds to realize someone had sat next to him and he turned his head slightly to look at him, blinking a few times, his glasses askew on his face. Pigsy gave a wave and his entire face lit up.

“Pigsy!” he exclaimed, sitting up, and nearly knocking the cup off the counter; Pigsy managed to catch it just in time. Tang grinned at him, completely oblivious of the near-accident. “You came!”

“Well yeah,” Pigsy grumbled, releasing the cup now that he was sure it wasn’t going to be knocked over the side of the counter. “You asked me to.”

“Very gentlemanly of you,” Tang nodded, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of his smile. There was a slight flush to his cheeks and a look in his eye that told Pigsy he wasn’t all there.

“How much of this have you had?” he asked, squinting suspiciously at the drink beside him.

Tang opened his mouth then paused, gaping at him for a moment before snapping it shut and looking genuinely perturbed as he seemed to consider the question very seriously. “Oh, well, I think… I got here, and I had… some?” he asked, then broke into a smile again and nodded. “I’ve had some! Some is a good amount, and it’s the amount that I’ve had.” He looked very proud of himself for knowing that.

Yeah, he was pretty drunk.

Pigsy turned to the bartender, who seemed to be watching them out of the corner of his eye. “You keep track of how many he’s had?” he asked him.

“I told you already!” Tang insisted, sounding a bit offended. “I’ve had some.”

“That’s his second glass,” he told him, nodding towards him. “Bit of a lightweight.”

“I suppose that’s a fair term,” Tang giggled. “I’ve never done this before though, does one build up a tolerance?”

Pigsy thanked the bartender before turning back to Tang who was now just looking at him with his head tilted, cheek resting in his hand, and smiling at him, looking relaxed and happy.

“What are you doing here, Tang?” Pigsy found himself asking with a sigh, when he really shouldn’t have. He didn’t need to know, but... this was Tang, they were friends, right? So he had a right to be worried about him. Knowing the why could make it easier to figure out how to help and hopefully keep this from happening again.

Tang’s good mood dropped significantly at the question, his smile fading. He turned away and wrapped a hand around his glass, pulling it towards himself, and frowning.

Pigsy waited for a while, but he didn’t say anything, just stared down at his drink. Which was… well, worrying. Tang liked talking, for the most part. The days where he didn’t were always concerning. Pigsy had never outright asked what was going on with him when that happened though. Usually he just slid him a bowl of noodles or dropped a blanket on top of him depending where they were, and Tang would smile a little and that would be that.

He had a feeling a bowl of noodles wouldn’t be enough to help this time though.

“Alright,” Pigsy said quietly, making Tang look at him. “You don’t have to tell me. That’s okay. I’m just worried about you.”

Tang's smile came back and he let himself drape back over the counter in a position similar to the one he’d been in when Pigsy had first come over. “Cause you caaaare,” he sang, looking very happy about the fact.

Heat rose in Pigsy’s cheeks and he looked away to hide the most likely darkening colour of them. “Yeah, yeah,” he said gruffly. Then a little quieter: “Course I do.”

He managed about twelve seconds before he was glancing back at Tang.

He was still in the same position just smiling at him.

“What?” he asked, leaning away slightly.

“Nothin’” Tang drawled, rolling his head slightly and swaying back into an upright position, grabbing his drink with both hands. His cheeks seemed a little more flushed. Pigsy wondered if that was just more alcohol hitting his system.

“I thought you said you don’t drink,” Pigsy said cautiously, watching Tang warily as he swirled the contents of his cup, looking like he might drink some.

“I do now,” Tang declared, raising his cup, the movement causing his stool to wobble slightly when he leaned back.

Pigsy caught his arm, stopping him from bringing the cup back to his lips, his other hand coming up to support his back to keep him from falling backwards off the stool, and took it out of his hands before placing it aside and out of his reach.

“Hey!” Tang protested, giving Pigsy an offended look and trying to reach for his cup. “That’s mine--”

“Don’t,” Pigsy said, sharply, making him stop. “You said you decided not to drink a long time ago. Whatever’s going on with you, it’s not worth going back on that.”

Tang scowled, and looked away, shoulders hunching slightly. He leaned forward and folded his arms atop the counter before hiding his face in them.

“Too late now,” came a mumbled response.

“Only if you keep going,” Pigsy said. He noticed Tang staring at the cup and looking like he might go for it again, so he picked it up and drained the remaining contents in one go to keep it out of his reach, and also to get something in him so he could deal with the rest of what was looking to be a long evening.

It wasn’t a heavy drink and burned a little on it’s way down but he’d had a lot stronger. He would be walking home anyways, and this wouldn’t do more than drain some of the tension from his shoulders, which was sorely needed at this point.

Tang’s cry of protest accompanied his action and he set the glass back down on the counter with a bang.

“Why’d you do that?” Tang complained, pouting and looking for all intents and purposes like a kicked puppy.

“So you didn’t get any ideas about having more,” Pigsy said gruffly.

Tang grumbled something under his breath, then looked at him again with another scowl. “I wasn’t going to.”

“Uh huh,” Pigsy said, completely unconvinced.

Tang huffed but didn’t argue further aside from a mumbled: “Meanie.”

That made him smile slightly. “You’re welcome,” Pigsy said.

“I didn’t say thank you,” Tang told him with narrowed eyes.

“You did just now,” Pigsy said back, flashing his teeth in a grin.

Tang, who ordinarily had plenty of comebacks, went red and spluttered. “I--wh--that doesn’t count! I wasn’t saying it! I was just saying it! Wait, no, I meant--” he made a frustrated sound and shot him a look. “It doesn’t count, Pigsy!”

“Sure it doesn’t,” Pigsy said, turning away, and smirking in a way he knew would rile him up further.

True to his expectations Tang seemed to get even redder. “You’re the worst, you know that, right? The absolute worst.”

“Mm,” Pigsy agreed, studying the glass in front of him with a small smile. “I sure am.”

They fell into silence for a moment. An old song played through the speakers, one Pigsy remembered hearing from a radio on an old wooden porch that gave him more than a few splinters in his fingers and feet when he was little.

“Being drunk sucks,” Tang finally decided, breaking the silence.

Pigsy turned to him. “I could have told you that. But it’s not really all that bad unless you drink too much, which you seem to have.”

“I can’t words right,” Tang complained, throwing his hands up in the air and then flopping down over the counter.

“Must be tough,” Pigsy said, giving him a consoling pat on the back of his shoulder.

“The worst,” Tang said, his voice muffled due to the way it was pressed into the counter. Pigsy tried not to grimace at the thought of how many hands had touched the surface. He’d need to make sure he showered when they got back before he got into bed.

“I’m sad,” Tang said suddenly, without moving.

Pigsy stilled.

“Yeah?”

Tang nodded, his face still pressed against the counter.

“You wanna tell me why?”

“Dumb stuff.”

“It’s not dumb if it’s making you sad.”

“I’m dumb,” Tang said.

He didn’t like the sound of that.

“No, you’re not,” Pigsy said, frowning. He’d never heard Tang call himself dumb before, or anything of the negitive sort, even in joking. He was usually bragging about himself, not… whatever this was.

“I am.”

He almost argued further but realized it might be a little pointless to do that with someone who was pretty drunk.

“I’m the biggest dumb,” Tang continued. He peeled himself off the counter and sat up, pressing his hands down on the counter surface. “I--I’m dumber than--than--” he made a frustrated sound when he couldn’t seem to find the right word.

“I’m dumb,” he finally settled on. His hands slid off the counter onto his lap and his shoulders slumped as he stared down at the counter with a dejected look.

Pigsy watched him for a moment, but that seemed to be the end of his outburst. He’d never been good with this kind of stuff, so he just said the first thing that came to mind.

“I don’t think you’re dumb.”

Tang looked up at him. “...really?” His voice was a lot smaller than usual, and he was looking at him like his opinion actually meant something to him.

Pigsy considered aborting, but the way Tang was looking at him convinced him to shove down his discomfort and keep talking.

He sighed, turning to him fully and looked him in the eye. “Tang, you’re the smartest person I know. You know more random facts and history than anybody. You see things a lot of other people don’t, you understand stuff better than most scholars, and you’ve probably read more books than everyone I know combined. You’re not dumb.”

Tang stared at him for a moment, then his lip wobbled and that was all the warning Pigsy had before he was crying.

“Oh, and you’re crying now, okay.”

An emotional drunk then. He really wished he was better at this.

Pigsy reached over hesitantly, and gave him an awkward pat on the back as Tang cried.

“Not that kind of dumb,” he blubbered. He wiped his eyes with his sleeves, nearly knocking his glasses off as he did so. “I know I’m smart that way.”

Pigsy had to huff a laugh at that. “Glad to see your humility is still intact.”

“I’m dumb about something different.”

“And what would that be?” Pigsy asked, his hand still lingering on Tang’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“You’re crying, Tang.”

“That’s just ‘cause I’m drunk.”

“...well, you’re not wrong there.”

“Being drunk sucks.”

“Yeah, we established that already.”

“I’m terrible.”

Pigsy sighed. “You’re not terrible, you’re just drunk and you need some sleep.”

Tang sniffed, pausing for a moment, tears still escaping, then nodded haltingly. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Glad you think so.”

“I’m ready to go home now.”

The warm fuzzy feeling Pigsy always got whenever he referred to his apartment as his home was interrupted when Tang tried to get up and nearly fell over. Pigsy caught him before his head could hit the side of the counter on his way down.

Tang scrabbled for a hold on his shoulders and sorta… hung off him for a moment, looking at him bewildered.

“Careful,” Pigsy chided, his hands firmly gripping his waist so he didn’t slip.

“Does the ground usually spin this much when you’re drunk?” Tang asked, blinking. “There’s two of you.”

“There’s one of me,” Pigsy corrected, heaving him up and pulling his arm up over his shoulder and wrapping his other around his waist. “And only if you’re really drunk.”

“I’m really drunk,” Tang decided.

“Yeah,” PIgsy said. “You’re a lightweight.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, because you aren’t drinking ever again, remember?”

“Oh. Right.”

They made their way out of the bar, Pigsy waving at the bartender on their way out. He just let them leave with a wave back, so Pigsy assumed Tang had already paid for his two drinks. That or the man had somehow convinced him to open a tab on his first night, which wasn’t completely impossible. He’d have to ask him tomorrow when he wasn't so out of it.

Tang valiantly tried to walk straight, but he still ended up stumbling and tripping and leaning all of his weight on Pigsy, not that he minded. He’d rather that, than him falling over and hurting himself. Honestly he would have gone so far as to hoist him up on his back so he wouldn't need to stumble around so much, but Tang was a lot taller than he was, and his legs would probably end up scraping the ground and it would be uncomfortable for him, so walking it was. Luckily his apartment wasn’t too far.

There was a decent amount of people on the streets; there always seemed to be some activity going on in the well lit city, but the walk home was mostly uneventful, aside from Tang pausing to throw up in a nearby garbage can.

“Never drinking again,” he mumbled over and over again once they started walking.

Pigsy figured he’d learned his lesson so he didn’t comment.

“Why does anyone ever drink?” he groaned.

“Cause not everyone is as affected by it as you are.”

“It tastes terrible, and it makes my brain fuzzy.”

“Then why’d you drink it in the first place?” Pigsy asked, shooting him an annoyed look.

That got him to shut up, and he was quiet for the rest of the walk back. Pigsy tried not to feel guilty about that, but he didn’t really succeed.

By the time they finally reached the apartment, Tang was pretty much dead weight, stumbling and finally just basically hanging limply off him, held up only by his arm around his waist as he fiddled with his keys to get the door opened one-handed.

Tang giggled as he fumbled with the keys.

“What?” Pigsy asked, scowling.

“Nothing,” Tang snickered, then tried to untangle himself from Pigsy’s grasp. “I can stand.”

“I really don’t think you can,” Pigsy told him, but let him escape, hands hovering just in case he fell. He wobbled a little, but remained on his feet, so Pigsy unlocked the door as quick as he could and pushed it open before turning to him, ready to help him inside.

“Wait!” Tang exclaimed loudly--much too loudly for a deserted hallway in an apartment building in the middle of the night.

“Shhh,” Pigsy said, then: “What?”

“I have something to tell you,” Tang whispered loudly, stepping forward and staggering a little, directly into his chest with a little omph sound.

Pigsy reflexively caught him, hands around his waist as Tang’s arms draped around his neck to hold himself up.

He giggled at the position. “You look taller like this.”

“Is that what you wanted to tell me?” Pigsy asked, giving him an unamused look.

“No, no,” Tang said, shaking his head and snickering. He opened his mouth to say whatever it was, but then Pigsy raised his eyebrow and he started laughing again.

“You sure this can’t wait?” he asked. “It’s late, and I’m sure that you want to sleep.”

Tang was already shaking his head. “No, no, I have to say it now, because I’m never drinking again, so this’ll be my own chance.”

“Tang--” Pigsy started, only to have a finger press over his lips, silencing him.

“Shhhh, shhhh,” Tang said, still giggling a little. “Be very serious, this is important.”

“Right,” Pigsy huffed, resisting to roll his eyes, even as a fond smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I’m the one who needs to be--”

“I said shhhhhhh,” Tang said pressing his finger against his lips more firmly.

Pigsy did roll his eyes at that, but did as he asked and kept his mouth shut, then looked at him expectantly.

Tang looked back, a lot more seriously, without moving his finger.

They’re faces were kinda close, now that he thought about it. Pigsy really had no idea how they’d ended up in this position. Tang’s face was still flushed and his eyes still looked a little wet from when he was crying. His glasses were lopsided and smudged, and his hair a little more rumpled than usual. His breath smelled terrible, but Pigsy didn’t feel any urge to move, oddly enough.

Tang looked him right in the eyes, looking almost fully sober for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice unbearably soft.

“You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Pigsy swore time itself halted.

His eyes darted across Tang’s face, looking for any sign of a joke, or humour in them, but he just kept looking at him with his soft, warm, sincere look, completely… serious.

Pigsy couldn’t say anything with Tang’s finger still pressed over his mouth, keeping it shut, and even if he could’ve he wasn’t even sure if it would have been anything other than a strangled, choked sound. All he could really do was stare at him, shocked, his eyes blown open wide and a raging fiery blush exploding across his face.

Tang finally lowered his hand and placed his arm around his neck again to keep himself from slipping. “I like you,” he said, as if he hadn’t already rendered Pigsy incapable of speech with his previous confession. “A lot.”

Their faces were really close. Tang’s arms were warm around the back of his neck, practically pulling him closer.

“You’re drunk,” Pigsy croaked.

“Yeah,” Tang agreed, still looking at him like that.

Pigsy swallowed, his mouth feeling like sandpaper, his mind scrabbling for a hold, coherent thought long gone by this point. Tang was… confessing to him. Tang had just confessed to him. Tang was also extremely close right now, and he could see every blink and movement of his eyes, and he was still looking at him.

“You don’t have to like me back,” Tang said, giving him a small, sad smile that might as well have stabbed him in the chest.

“Okay,” was the only thing that came out.

Tang didn’t look surprised, his sad smile staying as he finally got his feet under him and released his grip on Pigsy, taking a step back. He stumbled a little, Pigsy’s hands instinctively jerking out to catch him, even though he didn’t fall.

It did remind him just how drunk Tang was right now though. How much of this was even… real? Or was it all just the alcohol talking, making him tell him things that weren’t true for some reason.

(He sure looked sincere.)

No. No, he--no. Not right now. Tang was not in his right mind right now, and it was not the time to be making intoxicated decisions. Pigsy wasn’t exactly completely clear-headed either, and he certainly didn’t want to do anything they’d regret come the next morning.

Tomorrow.

He could figure this all out tomorrow.

Tang had started looking at the ground instead of him at some point, arms wrapped around himself like he was cold.

Pigsy forced himself to swallow and started forward. “Come on.” Any other words stuck in his throat so he just pulled Tang into the apartment after him and closed the door.

Things were mostly silent after that. Tang seemed to be done talking, and Pigsy didn’t know what to say, so they just descended into a silence, aside from a few “careful”’s from Pigsy and a few muttered apologies from Tang whenever he stumbled.

He got him to at least brush his teeth before he guided him back to the bedroom and let him flop face-down on the mattress. A shower would have to wait till tomorrow then, just like everything else. He made a note to wash the bedding, it was overdue for a clean anyways.

Tang rolled onto his back, starfished across most of the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “Do you hate me now?”

Pigsy froze where he was taking his socks off near the dresser. He looked at Tang who was still staring up at the ceiling.

That’s when it hit him.

I’m dumb.

Not that kind of dumb. A different dumb.

I have to say it now because I’m never drinking again and this might be my only chance.

He was the reason Tang had suddenly decided to try drinking out of nowhere. That’s why he wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. His problem was Pigsy. He was worried he’d… hate him?

Pigsy straightened up. “No,” he said firmly. Because he knew that much. No matter what tomorrow brought, he wasn’t going to let Tang think he hated him, not even for a second. “I don’t hate you, Tang.”

“Oh,” Tang said quietly.

Pigsy watched him lay there for a moment, then he was rolling over onto his side and curling up a little, facing the wall, his back to Pigsy.

Pigsy threw his socks in the dirty clothes hamper and headed over to the bed.

After a bit of effort he pulled the covers out from under Tang and then pulled them up again, this time over him so he was covered; he got cold easily at night. He carefully slid Tang’s glasses off and placed them in their usual spot on the windowsill. Tang didn’t say anything when he picked up the pillow and headed for the door.

Pigsy paused as he reached for the lights, looking back at where Tang was curled up under the covers.

He hesitated before speaking softly. “Goodnight, Tang.”

He flicked the lights off and closed the door behind him before Tang could respond, and hoped things weren’t too damaged to fix the next morning.

He grabbed the spare blanket out of the closet and laid down on the couch.

It took him a long time to fall asleep.

___________

Tang woke up with the worst headache he’d ever experienced.

He groaned and rolled over, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in his pillow and go back to sleep, away from the bright, headache-increasing lights that were filtering in through the bedroom window, but despite his efforts to fall back asleep, his mind seemed to be stubbornly awake.

“I’m never drinking again,” he muttered into his pillow. “Why did I do this?”

It only took a second before he remembered.

Right. Heartbreak. But not really since he hadn’t even asked yet. Pre-heartbreak? Or perhaps he was just mourning his complete cowardice. Whatever his reasoning, he’d gone and gotten drunk and couldn’t remember half of what had happened.

He’d… texted Pigsy, right? And Pigsy had shown up and taken him home, though that part was spotty at best. Had he thrown up on the way back? Ugh, this really got worse the more that he thought about it. His mouth tasted terrible, even though he had a dim memory of brushing his teeth, and… something about asking Pigsy if he hated him?

Wow. He was really never touching another glass of alcohol. It was dumb to have even done it in the first place, even after he’d made the commitment not to. He really needed to thank Pigsy for supporting his decision, even after he’d chosen to be an idiot and break his promise to himself. He felt terrible inside and out.

Wait. Pigsy.

He sat bolt upright, which was the second biggest mistake of his life (first being drinking in the first place,) and had to breathe through a pretty terrible increase in his headache.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.”

He was seriously never doing this again.

Once the headache had receded enough for him to see and not squint until he was half-blind, he found his glasses in their usual place on the windowsill next to him, and glanced beside him where Pigsy usually slept, only to find the space empty and his pillow missing.

Tang abruptly felt a little sick. Had he said something? Oh, gods, what had he said? Pigsy was not in the bedroom, and he’d taken his pillow which meant he probably slept on the couch, which hadn’t happened since… well, since Tang was the one sleeping on the couch when he’d first started staying with Pigsy. Whatever he’d done probably hadn’t been good.

He racked his brain, trying to remember what he’d said, but everything was a blur and he was only getting bits and pieces, he could barely even remember leaving the bar, let alone getting home, which meant there was at least a fifteen minute gap in his memory, and he hated it.

“I’m never drinking again,” he repeated aloud, his voice hoarse staring at the blankets draped over his lap.

“That’s probably the eight time you’ve said that,” Pigsy’s voice came, startling him, and making him whip his head around to look at where it had come from. Which was a mistake cause wow did abrupt movement’s make this headache a whole lot worse.

Pigsy stood in the doorway, looking at him. He was wearing his pajamas: a white tank top and gym shorts, and he looked tired, but there was a small smirk on his face.

“Well, it’s true,” Tang managed to snark back before he could stare too long.

Pigsy wordlessly entered the room and made his way over to him. It was only when he got closer that Tang noticed the glass of water in his hands. His throat and mouth were pretty dry, now that he thought about it.

Pigsy sat on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip a little, and handed Tang the glass. “Drink that. Then you’re gonna want some food.”

“Dunno if I’m up for eating,” Tang admitted, accepting the glass.

“Trust me, it’ll help,” Pigsy said as he chugged the glass.

“Well,” Tang said, wiping away some of the water that had ended up at the corners of his mouth. “This is my first, and last time doing this, so I’ll have to take your word for it.”

Pigsy hummed, seeming distracted. He looked tired, and Tang wondered if he’d had trouble sleeping on the couch. Which quickly reminded him that there was a reason Pigsy had apparently slept on the couch, a reason he didn’t know because he’d been an idiot and gotten drunk, which apparently didn’t take all that much for him.

He tapped the half empty glass as he held it, looking down at the contents. “Did I… say anything...last night?” he finally managed to ask haltingly.

When he glanced up, Pigsy was looking at him, expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything, which only made Tang’s nervousness and worry increase.

“I don’t, uh…” he bit his lip. “...exactly remember all that much.”

Pigsy was quiet for a moment. “What do you remember?”

Not a great sign. If he hadn’t said anything, Pigsy just would have told him that and been done with it. Him asking was concerning.

“Not much,” Tang confessed, going back to tapping the glass in his hands, trying to calm down his anxiety with the movement. “I remember you stealing my drink--thanks for that, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Tang swallowed before continuing. “And I remember leaving? A little? Did I throw up on the sidewalk?”

“In a garbage can.”

Tang groaned, pulling his knees to his chest and letting his forehead drop to rest against his knees. “I am so sorry.”

“It happens,” Pigsy said, with a shrug, still looking preoccupied.

He didn’t say anything and Tang watched him for a moment.

“Did I do anything weird?” he finally gathered the courage to ask, not really sure if he wanted to know the answer.

Pigsy looked back at him. “Why do you assume you did something weird?”

“...because you slept on the couch,” Tang said, looking back down at the glass.

Pigsy didn’t respond to that, so he continued.

“Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I probably didn’t mean it. I don’t know what exactly happens when you're drunk. It usually makes you say things you normally wouldn’t,” he looked up at Pigsy. “Right?”

Pigsy was watching him, very still. Then he nodded, once, slowly.

“Still friends?” Tang asked, almost nervously, fearing the answer.

Pigsy’s eyes had drifted away slightly but snapped back to look at him. He studied him for a moment, making Tang more nervous with every second that passed, until he seemed to come to a decision and finally nodded. “Yeah.”

Tang couldn’t quite stop the rushing exhale of relief that crashed into him, his shoulders sagging slightly, and his death grip on the glass he hadn’t realized he’d had relaxed. “Oh, good.” He let out a big breath and then offered Pigsy a smile. “Whatever it was, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Pigsy said, standing up. “It wasn’t anything important anyways, don’t worry about it.”

Not important. He wanted to feel relieved at that, but it didn’t match with the fact that Pigsy had slept on the couch.

“Finish that,” Pigsy instructed him, rooting through the drawers and pulling out some fresh clothing. “Make sure you take a shower, and there’s breakfast in the kitchen.”

“Okay,” Tang said.

“I’ve gotta get to work,” Pigsy said. “You think you’ll be okay?”

“It’s just a hangover,” Tang said, waving his concern aside. “I’ll be fine.”

Pigsy nodded, then hesitated for a moment before nodding again and then heading out of the room. “You can stay here until you’re feeling better. See you later, Tang.”

“Bye, Pigsy,” Tang called, as he shut the door. His own volume made him wince. He hadn’t realized how quiet Pigsy was being. He must’ve known noise made the headache worse. The thought that he was trying to keep it down just so Tang didn’t feel so awful made him smile a little.

He drained the rest of the water and slowly got up to find a change of clothes and take a shower.

Whatever he’d said or done, it hadn’t ruined their friendship, so maybe it really wasn’t anything important. He couldn’t help but feel a mixture of emotions though. On one hand, he was relieved he hadn’t managed to confess like he’d meant to, but on the other hand he hated that he’d chickened out, yet again. Even alcohol apparently couldn’t give him what he needed to say it.

Another day, another aborted confession, it would seem.

Who was he kidding? He had it good, he shouldn’t do anything that could mess that up--mess up the relationship he had. He could keep hating on himself for being a coward because so long as he had Pigsy that didn’t matter.

At least his stunt hadn’t driven him off.

Just another reason he loved the grump.

He groaned, pausing his search for fresh clothes to bury his face in a shirt.

He was a disaster.

~•`~

You bet Mk got up to all kinds of shenanigans and the noodle-shop was probably attacked or something immediately after Pigsy was gone lol

Also, look like this might turn into something longer XD Feel free to scream at me; I’m screaming at myself lskdmfaowef

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years ago

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I got a fever... for MORE COWBELL!

Lol no actually it's for smutty Frank and:

'' i can't stand the sound of your voice, let alone the thought of kissing you. ''

MORE COWBELL AND MORE FRANK I gotcha bby let’s go let’s go 😏 also laughing at myself for writing fluff-central for matt and being in a fluffy mood then seeing this and going absolutely feral

(full disclosure: I am strictly a frank castle stan only now - jon bernthal has done too much questionable shit for me to support him BUT frank castle is a separate entity imo so we carry on)

🔥friday night fever!🔥

He’s an asshole. That’s it, plain and simple. The whole six-feet-of-muscle, devil may care smile, those dark eyes and the crew cut and the way he manages to rake the entirety of your body in the blink of an eye does not make up for the fact that Frank Castle is an asshole.

Or, so you keep telling yourself.

The bar is crowded, too many patrons packed into too tight a space, but it’s a good cover. You’ve been on the run for some time now, the two of you thrown together for no particular rhyme or reason other than the fact that he saved your ass, you managed to return the favour, and some unspoken bond had apparently formed between you two that left you reluctant to leave the other alone.

And he’s an asshole.

You let your eyes dart around the room for the millionth time, keeping them peeled for any signs of trouble. This is your life now, looking over your shoulder, having a gun tucked in the waist of your jeans, keeping the company of an army-trained vigilante who is—

—staring at you.

“Can I help you with something, Castle?” you grit out, rolling your eyes as he refuses to pull his eyes from you. You toss back what’s left in your glass of whiskey, scanning the bar again.

“Y’know, you should just relax, babydoll,” he drawls, leaning his elbows on the table separating you two. “You keep lookin’ around this place like someone’s about to put a knife in your gut.”

“So I shouldn’t be on my guard?” you ask, quirking a brow. “That’s your advice? That’s great, thank you.” Sighing, you push off your stool, snagging your empty glass. “You want another?”

He grins around his beer bottle. “Ya tryna get me drunk, girlie?” he asks.

You roll your eyes, turn on your heel, and head for the bar. Ordering a drink is a battle and a half, trying to hold the attention of the bartender for more than a millisecond before a gaggle of college girls start shouting their own orders, distracting him from your simple request. By the time you get back to your table, Frank has a woman hanging off his arm, scrawling numbers on his forearm with a pen. When you slide back onto your stool across from him, whiskey in hand, and clear your throat loudly, she flinches and darts away, and Frank shoots daggers at you.

“Thanks for that.”

“Sorry, I’m not sleeping in the car tonight,” you tell him. “You owe me from Jersey, still.”

“Owe you?” he repeats, scoffing a laugh. “How can I ever repay you, huh? You want a kiss?”

You make a face, trying to hide the fact that while yes, he’s an asshole, he’s a hot asshole and you’re loathe to admit that the thought of his tongue down your throat isn’t the worst thing in the world. In fact, it’s got your thighs going a little tight, squeezing together beneath the table. “I can’t stand the sound of your voice,” you shoot back, “let alone the thought of kissing you.”

He just grins, the cockiest smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his mouth. “Dunno about that, babydoll,” he replies, and you watch, frozen in place, as he slides from his stool and walks around the table to you. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at me. I know you’re…interested.”

“Interested?” you stutter out, reaching for your glass. “Whatever.”

Still grinning, he comes to stand in front of you, leaning closer, planting one elbow on the table. “C’mon, just one kiss,” he says, and you train your eyes on the ceiling. “Just one, and if you hate it, I’ll drop it, swear on my life.”

You toss back the drink in one go, feeling the alcohol burn your throat on the way down, and slam the glass on the table top. You’re not one to shy away from a challenge, and he has a point: it’ll curb your curiosity, and if it’s the worst kiss of your life, then you can stop thinking about it.

“Fine.”

He barely gives you a breath of warning before he’s on you. It’s a good thing the bar is crowded, because a shy man Frank Castle is not. He grabs your face in both hands, tilting your head back until he’s satisfied with the angle, and then he’s kissing you.

And it’s…fuck, it’s really good.

His mouth is shockingly soft, just the right amount of teeth as he grazes your bottom lip. His tongue tastes like beer, and something heavier, headier, invading your senses and tingling the back of your throat. Your knees widen for him automatically, and he steps into them, letting you bracket his hips as your hands find his waist, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

One of his hands moves into your hair, threading strands through his knuckles, while the other wanders along your jaw, down your neck, before his fingers wrap around. It’s just enough pressure to have you going light-headed, the combination of this intoxicating kiss and the alcohol buzz in the back of your brain enough to have you trying to squeeze him between your thighs.

Feeling bold, you push your tongue against his when it darts between your teeth, and Frank groans at the movement, rewarding you with a little roll of his hips into you, and you don’t miss the way his jeans are straining a little, pushing into your lower stomach.

When he pulls away, you instinctually go to chase him, and the shit-eating grin has returned, your throat still in his grip. He gives you one last peck, a little nip of teeth before pulling away more. You’re both breathless, admittedly, and without a word, you slip from the stool, wrap your fingers around his wrist, and all but drag him through the bar.

As soon as you’re in the parking lot, he’s crowding you up against the side of the truck, and this kiss is different. You’ve unleashed something, and the kisses grow hungrier. There’s more teeth, more tugging at your hair and yanking your hips into his and growling into your mouth.

And you fucking love it.

When his mouth moves to your neck, you know you’re going to be sporting hickies for days, but you don’t give a fuck, letting one of your hands dive beneath the hem of his shirt while the other fists the back of his head and keeps it against your neck.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, and Frank lifts his head quickly, looking up at you with lust-blown eyes, his lips swollen from kissing you.

“Yeah, babydoll?” he grins, that cocky tone seeping into his voice again. You want to roll your eyes — you really fucking do — but the grin has you getting wetter by the second.

Instead, you grab one of his hands, leading it to the heat between your thighs, and Frank groans.

“Shit,” he grumbles, planting his forehead against your collar and staring down at his hand as he drags his fingers along you. Your leggings aren’t very thick, and you can feel everything, even more so when he shoves his hand down your waistband, groaning loudly when he finds you bare beneath. “Commando?”

You just nod, breath hitching in your throat when his fingers find your clit, rubbing a semi-circle that nearly makes your knees buckle.

“Fuck, girlie,” he grits, pulling his hand out only to suck on his fingers, diving back in once they’re wet with his spit. This time, he dives lower, twisting his palm up and stroking your entrance. You feel like you might fall to pieces. “Pretending like you fuckin’ hate me all this time, ya just needed some attention, didn’t you?” He crowds closer to you. “Did it make you jealous, seeing me with that girl in there?”

You don’t answer with words. Asshole. Instead, you grip the back of his head and drag his mouth back up to yours for another bruising kiss.

He grunts when you bite his bottom lip. “Y’gonna let me fuck you, baby?” he asks, and you breathe out a yes. “Good girl.”

It’s quiet as he yanks open the back door of the truck and you both clamber in. There’s the sound of clothes being shed, the seats being pushed back, and you’re grateful for the late hour, that he parked in a secluded corner of the lot, because as his naked body slides over yours, you think you might lose it.

“I gotta open you up,” he grits, hand diving back between your bare legs. You twitch wider, making room for him, and when he presses two fingers deep inside, you keen, back arching against the seat of the car, nails digging into his shoulder as he finds that spot that makes your vision go white. “Yeah? That the spot?”

He’s relentless, thrusting his fingers over and over until you think your jaw may snap off it’s hinge. You can feel the orgasm barrelling towards you like a freight train, but before it comes, he pulls his hand from you, spits in his palm, and then presses the fat head of his cock against you.

As he sinks in, you think you see stars. Frank mouths at your pulse, teeth scraping your skin, and you hold on for dear life. “Goddamn, you feel good, babydoll,” he groans into your ear, hips instantly picking up the same pace his fingers had. All too quickly, you feel that familiar coil tightening, faster than you’ve ever felt it, and when he grabs your thigh, pins it to his side and thrusts deep, you cum hard, breath caught in your throat and something like his name falling from your lips.

He lasts longer than you expect, fucking you long and hard until he pulls another orgasm out of you, less intense the first, but leaving you scrabbling at the seat all the same. There are long claw marks running the length of Frank’s back, and you’re sure you’ll have a handprint wrapped around your thigh come morning.

He has the sense to pull out before he cums, thankfully — you’re too busy floating on cloud nine — and the warmth of his cum on your stomach yanks you back down to earth, blinking blearily up at him. Frank leans over you carefully, pecking your forehead as he reaches for a stack of takeout napkins stuffed in the back of the driver’s seat. He cleans you as thoroughly as he can, and you just try and catch your breath, but he knocks it out of you as he lays back on top of you, your bodies sticky with sweat and fluid, and then he’s got his hand on your face again, kissing you hard.

“Not gonna make me sleep in the car tonight, are you?” he asks, and you pull back to see that fucking grin.

You roll your eyes. “Asshole.”

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xpeachesncream · 3 years ago

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

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"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

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ltleflrt · 3 years ago

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Hey Carrie! You talked a little the other day about writers' tendency to start a fic too early in the story, and how you see a lot of first scenes that could have been scrapped to improve the story. My question is if you have some tips to recognize while writing that first scene that you are starting too early in the story?

Hello friend!

That's a really good question, and I'll see if I can give an answer that makes sense. I am not a professional, and I'm not educated or trained in this stuff, it's just something that I recognize from years and years and years of voracious reading. And as with all writing advice, I encourage you to take what I'm going to say with a grain of salt and remember that no writing rule is a hard rule, only a guideline.

Also, my advice is going to be pertaining fanfiction, and specifically to AUs. Obviously a published book has an editor with a razor blade going through a manuscript for you, and the problems that bother me in fanfiction crop up in AUs more than Canonverse.

Oh, and every instance of "you" is general, not specific 😜

So I think the main problem that I see is that people are starting with an Info Dump. An Info Dump is not always a bad thing, sometimes it's completely necessary, but it is NOT where you want to start your story. If it absolutely has to be done, it's better to be somewhere in the middle or near the end. When it's something that your characters need to know.

That's an important bit: Do your characters need to know this?

And related to that: Does your audience need to know this for the story to make sense?

And very important follow up: If the answers to the above questions are yes, does the character/audience need to know this RIGHT NOW?

There's a lot of information about your story that YOU need to know. Heck, my notes files are full of sooooooo much stuff that I know about the characters and plot that never reaches the final product.

So when you're reading your first chapter (I say reading, not writing, because sometimes info dumping for your own benefit is good, and then you fix it before you share the story lol), ask yourself those two questions.

So for example:

In an AU where Dean is a tattoo artist, and it's his POV. The story starts with Dean driving to work, and when he gets there he's going to find out that the empty shop next door has been purchased and is going to be a yoga studio. He meets Castiel out front, up on a ladder trying to hang a hand painted sign, and some teens go running buy and knock into the ladder and Dean has to catch Castiel from falling. (Anyone who wants to adopt this idea is welcome to it btw, I would love to read this lol)

The mistake I often see in a first chapter like this is that as Dean is walking to work, there's a whole Info Dump about why he's a tattoo artist instead of a hunter. He'll be ambling along, thinking about his nice little business, and there's info about how his mom died in a fire, and his dad was a jerk, and Dean didn't go to college because he saved his money for Sammy's college fund, and Dean's only passion was art, and Bobby Singer introduced him to a tattoo shop owner who took Dean under his wing, etc.

Question 1, does your character need to know this?: Why is Dean reflecting on his past? Does Castiel need to know this information in order to build a romance with Dean?

Question 2, does your audience need to know this?: Why does this information matter? If Dean's only reflecting on this because you want to make sure your audience knows where the timeline changed and this became an AU, then you're starting too early in your story. Dean doesn't need to know this, and honestly in a lot of cases the reader doesn't need to know this. This is information that should have been left in your notes file.

Question 3, does the character/audience need to know this NOW?: If this information is pertinent to the plot, like maybe there's some trauma there that Castiel might need to know about to develop their relationship, then you don't want to put it HERE, you want to put it in a conversation with Castiel LATER.

If I was writing this AU, I would just start with Dean sipping his coffee, he's kinda tired because reasons, he looks up to see an unusual commotion, and has to drop his coffee and sprint forward to catch Cas. If he's reflecting on anything in this scene, it's going to be whatever made him tired, or how good/bad the coffee is this morning. Since Cas is a new business owner, they can talk about the origins of Dean's business on their first date, because it'll be a relevant response to Castiel talking about the origins of his yoga studio.

And just in general, if Dean's origin story includes a lot of canon elements, like mom dying in a fire, dad being a deadbeat, Sammy being the adorable overachieving Stanford student.... try to hide that info for as long as you can so that the audience is actually curious about it by the time the info might pop up. It's the wild divergences that are more interesting earlier on.

Okay, and then I want to talk about my giant pet peeve for a starting chapter. It's a specific kind of info dump, that often includes the stuff from above, but then goes a step further.

My nemesis, The Daily Grind.

I haven't asked the authors, so I could be wrong about this, but I feel like most of the time when this type of chapter is included in a story it is because the author wants to show the reader that the character's life is boring and meaningless before the plot's inciting incident. I can absolutely see why that might be considered an important detail about the character, but keep in mind if it's boring and meaningless to the character, it's boring and meaningless to your audience.

You know how I said earlier that writing tips should never be hard and fast rules? Well this is in regards to that Show Don't Tell rule, and it's an example of TOO MUCH showing lol

It is possible to do a daily grind in an interesting way, but only if you include a Shake Up right away. And you have to look at the 3 questions a little bit differently.

So for example:

Castiel POV, and he works in an office. His daily routine is to always get up at the same time every day, he goes for his run, he grooms himself, he has his breakfast, he goes to work and talks to Kelly about how Jack's doing in kindergarten for a few minutes before going into his office. Adler comes in to be a prick, Castiel hates him for it, and then he does his reports, has lunch hiding in a corner of the lunch room so that his co-workers will leave him alone, he does more reporting, leaves an hour after his shift technically ends, goes home to a lonely apartment that maybe includes a pet who is the only being that shows him affection, has an unsatisfying dinner of leftover takeout while watching a mindless reality tv show, then he goes to bed.

Ugh.

BORING.

Which, yeah I get it, the point is that his life is boring. But now the story is too, and I've clicked the back button before I can see how exciting it's capable of getting.

Question 1, does your character need to know this?: No. He knows. Poor thing definitely already knows.

Question 2, does your audience need to know this?: Yes, but...

Question 3, does the character/audience need to know this NOW?: Yes, but new question for ya:

Optional Question 4, why does this need to be separate from your plot's inciting incident? The answer to this 4th question is usually that it doesn't.

Chapter 2 of this type of beginning usually shows the shake up of Castiel's day. My advice is to start with the shakeup, and sprinkle in the details of what you would have put into chapter 1 to show the contrast. It's far more interesting to learn how boring Castiel's day is by starting with the shake up.

So, same scenario:

Castiel's alarm doesn't go off for some reason, OH NO HIS ROUTINE IS SHAKEN UP! You're explaining his routine while also stressing him the fuck out because he has to rush, or skip something that he normally needs to do. Action! Interesting! He gets to work late, and has to miss his conversation with Kelly about Jack because she's telling him that Adler's already in his office being a prick because Castiel isn't there waiting for him like he always is. Oh shit, he's pissing off his asshole boss! Conflict! He's so flustered by the shakeups that he misses something on his report, and he gets a call from that new marketing guy Dean Winchester who asks if they can have a meeting about it when Castiel normally takes his lunch. BAM! MEET CUTE OPPORTUNITY! While Castiel is getting all flustered by how pretty Dean is while they talk about TPS reports, he can reflect on how this is both better and worse than hiding from his co-workers in the corner of the lunch room. The rest of the day after that meeting he's thinking about how weird this day is, he still goes home an hour late, he talks to his pet about his weird day when he gets home, and maybe he still eats leftover takeout, but he's not paying attention to the reality tv show because holy shit he wants to count Dean's freckles.

In this example, you're Telling the audience about Castiel's normal routine instead of Showing them. But since it's during a plot heavy chapter, it works!

Lemme see if I can TL:DR this...

As you're reading, ask yourself who needs to know this information, why do they need to know this information, and why is it important for this information to be included early instead of later?

If the answer to any of those questions boils down to "this is backstory" instead of "this kicks off the plot", then you've started too early.

I hope this helps? I'm always nervous about giving writing advice because so much of the time I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm just feeling around in the dark. And I definitely do not ever want to hurt an author's feelings, because this hobby is so fucking hard, and we're all fragile. Even authors who welcome con-crit with open arms will have a weak point that they're unaware of that might get poked wrong and cause a crack, ya know?

I hope anyone who gets this far who might see their own works reflected in my examples understands that I have a lot of respect for their ability to put their work out into the world, and I want them to keep doing it. We're here to have fun, okay? Okay. I love y'all 💜

#ltleramblings #writer's angst #also i think some of these problems can be solved with a prologue #but that's something i'm literally exploring in my current WIP #so I have no idea if I'm doing it right #and i might be breaking all of my own rules with it lol

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bestiesenpai · 4 years ago

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itadori + sukuna, twins + babysitting

This is a mix of headcanons and a fic. Also, I’m going to do this as a ‘reader was their babysitter years ago but now everyone is all grown up and seeing each other again’ type thing. And femme reader!

Sorry if Itadori is a little OOC it just fits the plot, tw: dubconish? Maybe?

Babysitting Yuji and Sukuna was fun and an easy way to make money

They were the twins a few years younger than you across the street, so it was only natural for their parents to enlist your help in watching them

The pay was good, and while dealing with Sukunas practically destructive tendencies drained you at times, it was still fun to hang out with them and grow up together

Yuji was nice and sometimes a bit of a crybaby, whether it be because Sukuna did something or because he just wanted to cry that day

He often told Sukuna off for being bad and messing with you, but a lot of the times Yuji was just trying to save face when he and Sukuna got caught doing something troublesome

Sukuna, we already know is a little devil child and lived to annoy you

Ya know the meme of ‘what do you have? A KNIFE! No!’ that is Sukuna lol he knows he can be good and get your attention that way but where is the fun in that?! Answer there is no fun in that

As they get older and their parents don’t call you around anymore, they do get sad and complain

You’re just older than them that they can’t hang out with you outside of you babysitting them, it’d be weird

So they try to let you go, but you’re always in the back their minds, especially when they see you out with friends or something and they can’t stop looking at you

They’ve always had a crush, always.

And when you go away for college every year, they’re devastated. They come to say goodbye and you ruffle their hair like you used to and promise that you’ll visit them when you come back for break

And let’s be real they mark that shit on their calendar and wait for the day you come back

Sukuna is the one to invite you into the house when you come to visit them on your school break. He can’t keep his eyes off the way you fill out your clothes and the way your ass moves when you walk. You’ve grown up a lot, but so have they.

“Aw, I remember this!” You grin, holding up a picture frame of the three of you together the summer you got braces.

“Yeah.” Sukuna chuckles and closes the door. Yuji is here too, awkwardly sitting on his bed and staring at you with hearts in his eyes. Setting down the frame, you fall back onto the bed Yuji is sitting on. Even as they grow older, they still share a bedroom, and you can see Sukunas messy half of the room.

“(Y/N).” Yuji says softly, grabbing your hand in his. This isn’t uncommon for him, he used to beg you to hold his hand when he was younger. Lacing your fingers together, the smile you send him has him squeezing your hand tightly.

Sukuna had been standing at the door for a while now, fiddling with a stereo trying to pick the right background music. Finally settling on something, you don’t hear the click of the lock on the door and you certainly don’t notice the way the two of them share a look.

“Hey (Y/N).” Sukuna grunts, sitting on your other side.

“Yeah?”

“What’s college like? You’ve been there a couple years, you’re a veteran.” He puts an arm around your shoulder, leaning back and making his chest appear bigger to try and impress you.

“I only just started my third year.” Chuckling, you lean into him a little bit.

“Yeah, but still.”

“It’s way different than high school, that’s for sure. You two will like it when you go.”

“I wish we could go to college at the same time!” Yuji groans, curling himself into your side and pouting. “I want to go to classes with you.”

“Fuck classes, I want to go to parties.” Sukuna cuts in. “College parties must be wild, huh? You can tell us, (Y/N).”

“Some of them are.” Wrapping your arm around Yuji, you adjust to let him cuddle more into your side. Sukuna lets out a loud snort and shakes his head, not believing a word you say.

“C’mon (Y/N), you can be honest. I bet all you do at these parties is drink and fuck.” Neither Sukuna nor Yuji have ever spoken to you like that before. Your relationship was always kept PG-13 at most, a few gross crude jokes about making out and having sex when you were younger, but nothing vulgar.

“Well-” Your face flushes with heat, and Yuji is quick to sit up and look at you with owlish eyes.

“Is that true, (Y/N)? You fuck at these parties?”

“Guys!” Slapping a hand over your now burning face, you don’t miss the way they chuckle. “How is that any of your business?”

“C’mon, we aren’t kids anymore! We can talk about this stuff!” Sukuna scoffs, and the arm around your shoulder shakes you from side to side. “Just tell us, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, we’re older now.” Sitting up a little straighter, Yuji’s hand that was holding yours let's go and settles on your thigh. Biting your lip, you look between the two identical boys. Their stares are unwavering and nearly enough to make you too embarrassed to speak.

“Yes, I have fucked at these parties-” As soon as the words leave your mouth Sukuna lets out a holler and laughs, jostling you further.

“I knew it!”

“What’s it like, (Y/N)?” Yuji questions, and his hand squeezes your thigh tightly. The two of them have fully encased you, making it impossible to squirm out of their hold or escape their eyes.

“I don’t know if I should tell you.” They aren’t the same young kids you used to babysit. They’re fully grown men now, still growing into themselves but old enough that if you saw them at one of your college parties, you wouldn’t bat an eye.

“Please!” It only takes Yuji a little more pushing to get you to crack.

“It’s not that great a lot of the time, really. The boys at my college aren’t the best lay if you can believe it.” Rolling your eyes at the memory of your most recent escapade, you relax a little bit. “I mean honestly, how is it impossible for them to find the clit when I literally point right at it?”

“What a joke!” Sukuna chuckles, and his arm drops to settle around your waist. His fingers splay across your ribs, cupping just under your breast. “(Y/N) if you were with us we could make you feel ten times better!”

“Yeah, okay.” Laughing lightly at the proclamation, you think nothing of the way Yuji wraps his arms around your hips. He’s got a pout on his lips and his fingers start to dip beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“We’re serious.” He says, eyes scrunched up a little from how intense he is. “We love you (Y/N), we can make you feel better than anyone else.”

“You love me?” Quirking a brow, you look at both of them. Yuji always said he loved you when he was younger, but Sukuna had always denied it with a fierce blush on his cheeks.

“We do, what about it?” There’s the telltale blush on his cheeks. Sukuna can see your smirk and it pisses him off, so much that he pushes you down to the bed.

Wrestling with Sukuna was a pastime the two of you enjoyed when you were annoying one another. He’d push you, you’d push him, and then the two of you would end up in a mess of limbs on the floor. This time felt no different, and you fought back like you always did. Wriggling away from him and trying to pin him down, you somehow ended up in the middle of the bed with Sukuna sitting on your legs.

“Ha, I win.” He says breathlessly. It wasn’t a fair fight to be honest, he and Yuji had begun working out ever since they hit puberty, so his strength easily outmatched yours. You easily conceded and tried to sit up, but Sukuna didn’t budge.

“Let me up.” You try to yank your legs out from under him but he just pushes more of his weight on you. Yuji is on the bed as well, sitting near your chest and looking at you with that same starry eyed look. He’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the way your shirt clings to your chest, the outline of your bra clear as day for him.

“(Y/N), will you let us show you how good we can make you feel?” He asks, licking his lips nervously. His hand settles on your stomach, palm hot and itching to feel your breast. You don’t answer, and they take that as a green light.

Sukuna is the first to take his shirt off, flexing the muscles he’s worked hard to get. Yuji follows suit, and they take their pants off as well, leaving you the most dressed person in the room. There was an argument brewing in the back of your throat, saying that it was wrong to do this since you’d known them for so long. But now, seeing them as they wanted to be seen, burgeoning men that clearly had a desire to be with you, that argument seemed silly.

“What-” You start, and the word catches in your throat for a moment at what you’re about to say. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh baby.” Sukuna lets out a low groan, an almost sickening grin stretching his cheeks. “We’ve done a lot of research.” His hands are already working your bottoms down your legs, leaving you in your panties.

“(Y/N), lift your arms.” Yuji whispers, tugging your shirt off. They’re both silent when they see your nearly naked body; something they’d fantasized about many times. Leaning down, Yuji kisses you abruptly, and that sets Sukuna off to take your panties off as well. Yuji takes your bra off, placing it with the large pile of clothes on the floor.

Climbing off your legs, Sukuna forces them open, nearly kneeing Yuji in the face when he pushes your legs up.

“Shit. Look at this.” Yanking Yuji by the shoulder, they both settle between your legs and stare directly at your cunt. In that moment, you’re reminded of their inexperience and lack of knowledge, and it’s almost innocent.

Spreading your lower lips with two fingers, Yuji leans forward, puckers his lips, and spits onto your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

Innocence, gone.

“What should we start with first?” Sukuna asks, giving you a once over.

“What do you want to do? I know you always talk about tasting her.” Yuji, always so polite, scoots back and lets his brother take up all the space between your legs.

“Thanks little bro.”

“You’re only older by two minutes.”

“Best two minutes of my life.” Laughing, Sukuna slaps your thighs with both hands and moves to lay on his stomach. “Just relax, (Y/N). We’re going to take good care of you.” Yuji is also laying down with his mouth hovering over one of your nipples.

“Yeah (Y/N).” Yujis breath fans over your nipple, and his eyes are torn between looking at you and looking at your chest. “We love you.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuji #yuji itadori smut #yuji itadori x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna x reader

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eartht137 · 3 years ago

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FOR THE BETTER pt. III

Oh curvies I have another part to put up for you. I'm hoping this is enjoyable please feel free to leave feedback, I need it lol. Not too much to say about this chapter except here ya go. I had fun writing more about Lois in this chapter and giving her perspective a bit about the whole "friendship" so let me know so I can improve. Alright read away love ya MMMMwwwwahhhhh!!!

Summary: Clark and Y/n have been spending a lot of time together. Y/n has asked Clark to invite Lois along but she hardly ever shows up. Y/n doesn't think much of it, but she should, because Lois wants time with her man and Y/n is in the way. How will Clark handle the distance though?

Dark Clark Kent x Black!Plus Size Reader

Over the next few weeks you and Clark spent almost everyday together, and you were starting to feel a bit bad that Lois hadn't been able to join, but a handful of times. Clark spent every moment he had available working to get you to fully trust him and you finally relented to having movie night at his place.

"Hey bestie." You greeted as you removed you jacket.

"I was thinking, I want to take you out one day." he commented from his couch as you began moving around his kitchen to start making dinner.

"Uh, no." You said calmly.

"You do realize I've only seen you your uniform, casual clothes, and pajamas. I've never seen you dressed up."

"Well tough luck Kent," You said pointing a big metal spoon at him. "I don't do dress up." You said sticking your nose in the air.

"You don't do a lot of things." He complained under his breath. You held the cooking spoon to your chest and calmly walked in front of him. "It is my job in my life and the next to give you the biggest amount of grief and shit since you made the decision to bulldoze your way into my blissful loneliness." he erupted into a fit of laughter as you spoke in your overly proper accent. "Furthermore, I shall repeat my earlier sentiment. I don't do dress up. Now, Mr. Kent, I am preparing our meal and you shall behave if you want dessert." You said holding you overly proper dramatic demeanor.

"Dessert?" He asked biting his lip, his mind traveling to dangerous thoughts.

"Oh yes, a quite delightful dessert-a mortal weakness of mine." You said in a dramatically evil way, rubbing your hands together as if you'd created something diabolical.

"Oh god here we go." Clark said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"CHOCOLATE!!!!" You both yelled out together, you added and evil laugh at the end and walked like Igor to the stove, rubbing circles on the glass.

"Yes, yes, bake my pretty's and we shall take over this world-TOGETHER!!!" You definitely had Clark in tears of laughter. A slow clap brought him out of his euphoric laughter. You both looked and saw Lois standing in the door way and she didn't seem too happy. You assumed it was because of work.

"Hey Lois." You said cheerfully not really noticing how she was looking between you and Clark.

"What's going on?" She asked folding her arms across her chest.

"It's movie night." You said excited that she was there. "Come, come. I show you." You said getting back in character to cheer her up. You Igor walked with her back to the kitchen making her laugh even though she was upset and didn't want to. You opened the stove and showed her the dessert. "Shh shh, no one must know of my plan." You said rubbing your hands together evilly.

"What plan?" She asked confused.

"To take over the world with CHOCOLATE!!!" You said throwing your hands in the air adding the evil laugh at the end.

"Go, go you must go and prepare yourself." You said shooing her away.

"Prepare myself?" she asked even more confused.

"For movie night. A night of terrifying, horrible, scary-wait, what are we watching again?" you asked Clark. He said a movie you hated and you immediately deflated laying on the floor in tantrum style. "You said we wouldn't watch that one. No wait, its our viewer of honors turn to choose. Lois, you don't know how great it is to have you for movie night!" you said jumping up genuinely excited. She couldn't help but smile because she could see you didn't have bad intentions, but the same couldn't be said for Clark. She really didn't know what his deal was. She questioned him from the beginning when he began to talk about you and your work. She didn't think much of it at first, even when he invited you for dinner at his mom's, she honestly thought he was just being nice because you were a loner in his class, but when the movie nights and friend outings overshadowed their relationship, that's when she realized something else was up. She saw the long stares and smiles at you, she remembered when he used to look at her that way. The only thing that kept her certain that he still loved her was that he hadn't told you his biggest secret. Your gasp startled them out of there stare down.

"I forgot the whipped cream." You said urgently.

"There's some in the fridge." Clark said pointing at the refrigerator. You put your hands on your hips and glared at him.

"Is it cool whip?" You asked waiting for his answer and his silence was answer enough. "Its alright, I'll go get some."

"You most certainly will not. I'll go get some. I'll be right back."

"Woah dude, you're forgetting the cash." You said fishing in your pocket for money. He chuckled, ruffled your fro, and left. "Dude, I said not the mop." you said fixing your hair.

"So..." Lois said a bit awkwardly as you walked back to the kitchen.

So, how's everything at the Daily Planet going? Clark was telling me you were on this really big blow up article. I can help. I can go and get info that way you don't have to and you can spend more time with Clark." You said with a smile.

"Yeah, lets talk about that, spending more time with Clark. How about you back off a bit and not spend so much time with him."

"Oh-I...." You trailed off feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-I....I didn't know, honest, but you're absolutely right. I'm so sorry." You said genuinely feeling bad that Clark hadn't been spending time with her as you thought. You respected that she needed him and even though you tried to avoid it, you figured something like that would happen. "Should-do you want me to leave?" You asked not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"No, stay, just....I need him too. Tonight's okay, but just a couple of weeks? I need him to myself." she said hoping you'd understand.

"I completely understand." you said continuing to prepare the meal for the evening. You really wanted to leave, but you didn't want to make everything awkward. When Clark made it back, Lois was able to keep up the act, you weren't. Clark could tell right off something was up, even when you kept saying you were okay, he could tell you were lying. Once dinner was done, you all sat quietly watching the movie Lois had picked. Soon he and Lois had fallen asleep together on the couch. Taking that as your moment, you tried to leave as quietly as you could. You were just opening the door when you heard him stir awake.

"Y/n? Where are you going? Its too late."

You quickly rushed out and left without saying a word. That was the last he heard from you for almost 3 weeks. You didn't show up for class in person, only opting to take the online course for awhile, and you wouldn't answer his texts or calls. One evening after not getting a response, Clark was fed up and he was ready to confront you about your sudden absence. When he got to your door he saw that it wasn't fully closed. He heard your muffled cries and made his way to make sure you were okay. He saw you burying your face in the pillow trying to quiet your cries. His arms wrapped around you like a blanket and you immediately began to calm down and feel better. After awhile when you calmed down, you tried to get up, but Clark held you still. He went and got you a glass of water and aspirin. He made sure you got everything down safely and he hovered over you not giving you room to escape.

"Are you okay?" He asked still caging you in. You nodded. "What's going on? Why have you been avoiding me? I thought we were friends? I would've been able to be here to help you but you shut me out and I want to know why?"

"Clark, really? Right now?"

"You're damn right, right now."

"You can't spend everyday with me and neglect Lois, its not right. She needs you to be there for her and you can't do that hanging around with me." You said trying to get from under him.

"She said something to you?"

"Of course she did, I assumed she'd spoken with you, I just didn't want to upset her or cause problems."

"You didn't want to upset her? Oh right, but you didn't think of how it would upset me, your friend?"

"Clark, are you even listening? Lois needs you she-"

"I'm not talking about Lois, I'm talking about you and me. You don't shut me out like that. Did you even consider what I would think or feel? Did you think of maybe coming to me and talking about it?"

"N-no, I-"

"No you didn't, you were being selfish!" He yelled making you feel bad. You'd never seen him so upset and you immediately wanted to make it right.

"Dude, I'm sorry okay. I just felt so bad that I was coming between your relationship, I just didn't want to upset her."

"Once again, we're not talking about her, we're talking about you and me. I'm trying to make you understand that what you did was hurtful."

"-and I'm explaining why I did it. I was asked to step back, so I did. What more should I have done?"

"You should've come to me! You talk to me and tell me what's going on."

"Clark, yes you are my friend, but that is mad disrespectful and I won't disrespect her. She came first, I'm just the little lost puppy you picked up okay? You can't neglect her you will lose her." you tried explaining to him. He stared at you for a second, before storming off. He went and stood on your patio to cool off and you took him a drink as a peace offering. When you handed it to him, he grabbed your hand in his.

"Don't ever do that again." He chastised before pulling you into a big hug. That night, you both cooked dinner together and sat to talk a bit more.

"Clark, I know you might not want to talk about it anymore, but I really do think you need to talk with Lois. She needs you more than you know."

"She doesn't need me, she hasn't needed me for a long time. We don't even sleep together anymore. I can't even remember the last time we had sex." he said taking a long swig of his beer. You shifted a bit uncomfortably. That was a huge no-no topic for you and you fought to keep the image from crossing your mind. You already felt bad for the very vivid dreams you'd been having about him, so vivid they'd jerk you awake.

"You really should talk to her." you whispered. "I-I have something I wanted to tell you."

"Oh yeah?" he asked curious.

"I met someone, we're just getting to know each other now, but I really like them. They're super awesome and super sweet, and before you ask, its not the guy from class." you said smiling and finally looking at him. You noticed that he looked pissed. His jaw was tight and he wouldn't look at you. "Dude you okay?" he sat silent for a moment too long. "Clark, what's wrong?" He didn't say anything, he just got up and walked out of your apartment. It was his turn to ghost you and you didn't speak with him again until you decided to go back to class in person and you'd hoped whatever was bugging him had passed. When you walked in class, he didn't even acknowledge you and you were hurt. You waited back after class to at least speak to him. Once everyone cleared out you tried talking to him.

"Hey, how've you been?" you asked carefully.

"Oh I've just been, trying to spend time with Lois as requested." He snipped at you.

"O-kay well, just wanted to check on you." you said turning to leave, but he grabbed your hand.

"No, don't leave. I'm sorry, its just...it been a really long day and I haven't talked to my friend in weeks. Come on, lets go to the office." He said leading you back to the back. You both sat back there catching up and joking.

"Well I have a favor to ask, and I promise you don't have to if you can't or don't want to, but I wanted to ask if you and Lois would like to come on a double date with me and my new partner this weekend."

The look he gave you quickly made you rethink asking him that question.

"I mean you don't have to, I understand if you have plans."

He stood stone still staring at you for way too long, then he smiled.

"Yeah, we'll be there. What time and where?" He asked.

What you'd missed was the deviousness dripping off of his voice because his smile made it seem like he was being nice. You gave him all the info and hugged him before waving goodbye.

"Dinner this weekend huh?" Clark said to himself. "Dinner is going to be very nice." He said before getting his material together for his next class.

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kingexpl0sionmurder · 3 years ago

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Date The Hell Out Of You - Kaminari Denki

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 16+ (Fluff) Words: 1,575 Warnings: I have opinions about comic books so don’t come at me. I think it’s a very mild argument anyway so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but if you feel offended pls know it wasn’t my intention to bash on Batman lol. AN: Hellooo here is my contribution to this months bnharem collab! The theme is Co-Workers and I just wanted Denki and a bookstore so you get this short and fluffy little thing. You’re welcome! Please check the masterlist below for everyone else’s works and heed each pieces warnings before you dive in!

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“You cannot sit there and tell me that you think Batman is better than Iron Man. I refuse to believe it.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest and glaring daggers at his best friend.

This had become like a routine to Kaminari, ever since he’d started working at the bookstore, which had been almost a year ago.

He took his lunch break at the same time most days, anxiously hoping you had a break at the same time as well. It wasn’t because he thought you were cute (he totally did, honestly), he just enjoyed your company. You had some loud and unique opinions on a lot of things, and he was thoroughly entertained when you went off like this.

“Well they’re both billionaires with no special powers, just a lot of cool gadgets, right?” Sero pointed out, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head, his bento sitting forgotten on the table.

“You’re right. But Tony Stark has a sense of humor. Batman is such a stick in the mud.” You made a face from your spot across from them, your chopsticks resting over your cup noodles, the utensil keeping the lid closed so they would cook.

“Yeah, but in terms of physical strength, Bruce Wayne has got Tony beat.” Sero sat forward, picking up his chopsticks again. “Tony relies on his tech. In a hand to hand fight, Batman wins every time.”

“Tony is smarter, though.” You sighed. “Look, do I need to direct you to read the Civil War series? It’s only like 7 issues. I can lend them to you.”

“It’s got Spider-Man in it.” Kaminari supplied helpfully. “He’s your favorite.”

Sero chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Maybe it’ll change my mind.”

“Trust me. Batman is lame, he’s got some interesting villains though.” You finally moved to eat your ramen. “What about you, Kaminari? Any opinions?”

Shrugging, he finished off the last bit of rice in his bento. “I don’t know, I’m not huge into comic books. I like Deadpool, though.”

“That’s so on brand.” Sero chuckled. “He’s a ridiculous dumbass, just like you.”

“Hey!”

“Listen, Deadpool is probably one of the funniest antiheroes. He breaks the fourth wall so often, it’s my favorite thing.” You grinned at him. “I think it’s a perfect choice.”

Kaminari could feel the blush creeping up his neck at your words. You thought he was funny. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Clearing his throat, Sero stood up. “My break’s over. Can you check on the YA section when you’re back on, Kami? Some kids were in here earlier and I think they moved all the Twilight books around.” His teasing grin told him that Sero had not missed the way he’d reacted to what you’d said to him.

“Sure thing, boss.” He gave him a salute. “I’ve got like 10 minutes left.”

Sero packed up his bento and shoved it back in the breakroom fridge and left, leaving Kaminari alone with you.

Kaminari opened his mouth, spitting out the first thing that came to his mind. “But here’s the real question.” He pointed at you with his chopsticks. “Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

Kaminari was crouching down, putting the last copies of ‘Breaking Dawn’ back on the shelf when someone walked up to him.

“If she’s Team Edward you’re going to have to call up Aoyama and ask him to hook you up with some body glitter.”

He glanced towards his right, smiling at the scuffed black boots belonging to his other best friend, Shinsou.

Kaminari stood, staring at the cat sticker stuck to the side of the reusable coffee cup that his perpetually tired friend always had with him. His gaze then flicked to his face, his customary grin back on his lips. “You think he can help?”

Rolling his eyes, the purple haired man shifted on his feet. “Of course. He works for some makeup place, I bet they have loads of glittery shit.”

Humming, Denki let his gaze move back to the shelf, making sure everything looked okay. He threw his arm around Shinsou and began walking back to his own section (he was in charge of The Classics, okay?) leaning into the taller man. “I’ll pick you up some black eyeliner while I’m at it.”

“Please do, I’m almost out.” He snarked, before his smirk fell and he sighed. “Look, you need to do something about this crush you have on Y/N.”

“I do not have to do a thing, my friend. I am happily content sitting over here and pining away quietly.” Kaminari threw his arm out dramatically. “Leave me be.”

“Quietly?” Shinsou snorted. “Look, man, I just mean, I’ve been seeing Monoma hanging around her a lot, I just don’t want you to miss your chance.”

Kaminari stopped walking. “Monoma? But he works in the reference section, where they sell those ‘for dummies’ books!”

“Maybe he read ‘Flirting for Dummies’ and now he has a clue. You should look into it yourself.” Shinsou’s raised eyebrow caused Kaminari’s frown to deepen.

“I know how to flirt, Shinsou.” Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t you need to go back to Science Fiction and get some work done?”

Sipping his coffee, he fixed Kaminari with a look. “Since I am such a wonderful friend, you’re going to swap me on Saturday and work my section, which is conveniently right next to Manga and Comics, where Y/N will be. You are going to make a move or so help me, I am going to beat you over the head with a copy of ‘Wuthering Heights’.”

“Why that one? Why not something longer, like ‘Don Quixote’?”

“Do you want it to hurt?” Shinsou asked, looking entirely done with his shit. “You’re ridiculous. Just do something, otherwise Monoma might get a date before you do.”

Kaminari cursed under his breath. The thought of you laughing and smiling at Monoma’s terrible jokes rubbed him the wrong way. “Fine. I’ll think of something.”

Seemingly satisfied, Shinsou patted him on the shoulder. “I believe in you.”

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“How come you and Sero always have these fancy looking bentos for lunch?” You asked, sliding into the seat across from him.

Kaminari paused with his rice halfway to his mouth and looked up. “Our roommate. He’s like a mother hen, he always packs us lunch.”

Looking impressed, you raised an eyebrow. “He sounds like a keeper.”

Chuckling, Kaminari sat back in his chair. “Yeah, he’s a handful, but under his extremely aggressive exterior he’s a good guy.” He gestured to your ramen. “Maybe I can get him to make you one. All I have to do is tell him you eat cup noodles for lunch every day and he’ll have a heart attack.”

“I like my ramen, okay? It makes me feel like Naruto.” You raised your arms and grinned. “Believe it!”

Rolling his eyes fondly, he turned back to his lunch, poking at his tamagoyaki. He’d been working in the section beside you all day, listening to you gush over the newest shipment of manga you’d received, shoving books at him and making recommendations. He’d been trying to work up the courage all day to get off his ass and ask you out, and he was failing spectacularly.

“You know, if you want to be like Naruto, you should be eating tonkatsu miso with the little narutomaki in it.”

You blinked at him, looking surprised. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

This was it. His chance. “We should go get the real thing sometime.” He swallowed thickly, his palms sweating. “Like, maybe tomorrow night?” He closed his eyes, waiting for you to respond.

“Kaminari, are you asking me on a date?”

The fondness in your tone had him opening his eyes to see your expression. You were blushing, biting on your bottom lip as you stared at him.

“I mean, yeah. A date. If you want to, I mean.”

He was seconds away from backpedaling, his heart climbing up his throat and on the verge of escaping his body. The anticipation was killing him.

His nervousness and fear of rejection was all for naught. Your face lit up, a genuine smile gracing your lips. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I would love that.”

A breath he didn’t realize he was holding escaped his lips. “Yeah, okay. Awesome.”

You giggled, leaning your elbow on the table, resting your cheek against your palm. “Did you think I’d say no?”

Feeling a little ridiculous, he blushed and nodded. “I was worried you might. I’m an idiot and you’re...you.”

You scoffed, kicking him under the table lightly. “You’re not an idiot, Kaminari. To be honest, I thought you’d never ask. I guess Shinsou wasn’t lying.”

“About what?” He sat up straight, frowning. “I’m going to kick his ass. What did he say?”

Snorting, you shook your head. “He might have mentioned that you liked me. I wasn’t sure though.”

“Are you kidding? Was I not being obvious enough?”

“You flirt with everyone, I didn’t think I was special.” You teased. “I’m glad he was right, though.” You turned back to your noodles.

“You are though. At least you are to me.” Grinning, he nudged your foot with his. “I’m going to date the hell out of you, Y/N. Just wait and see.”

His heart swooped in his chest when you looked back at him across the table. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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redwinterroses · 3 years ago

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RIIIIIIIIIGHT SO.

I just finished chapter 13 of Dog At The Door and holy hot cross buns batman if you're not reading this fic you NEED to. It's literally one of the best written fics I have ever read in my life and I've been reading fanfiction for over 15 years, lol.

I went back and reread the entire fic to lead up to chapter 13 and I decided to treat it like I used to treat things I had to read in college so I took notes as I went and please I am warning you this post is incredibly long. Almost 3k words. PLEASE do not hit that "read more" button unless you're good with having to scroll past it all and also spoilers ahead. Proceed with caution.

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Rereading Dog at the Door reactions (spoilers, obviously):

· Doc finding Ren’s body to be cold and for a second thinking he’s actually dead—my heart

· “That’s Ren, alive and kicking.” Oh…no, Doc. No it’s not.

· The first “Where is my hand?” hits different the second time through

· Gah the ice and winter imagery ALL over the place—my English degree brain wants to watch and see if that shifts to warmth at any point as we go? Thoughts for future Red to think.

· It’s fascinating to me to see Doc constantly thrust into the prey role. This is a guy who is very much not that person normally, but something about the Red King is beyond anything he’s really encountered before—or at least not since Dinnerbone—and it pushes him into an entirely new role that he clearly chafes in

· “I should get back to work on your new arm soon,” he says, making a mental note to add claws to the fingertips. Honestly Doc why tho. XD

· “It feels like something Ren would want him to do.” </3

· Side note: I just watched Doc’s freaking hour long shulker farm vid, and that’s making it a lot easier to hear his voice in this fic

· I’m more curious about the hand.” New Ren laughs a bit at his own words, as though there’s something funny about that phrasing. I MISSED THIS LINE THE FIRST TIME THROUGH

· The bead curtain being cursed hippie treasure XD

· The fact that Doc just so quickly accepts that Ren is gone—maybe not permanently, but at least for now—is kind of heartbreaking. Because you know he hasn’t really accepted it, he’s just… deciding not to feel anything about it. Just nod and move on and pretend you don’t need to stop and cope with the possible/probable death of your best friend and the fact that Someone Else is wearing his skin. That’s so sad.

· “high-fiving the finished hand with his own metal hand.” Aww… Doccy.

· “He shoos away the images of New Ren holding him up by the throat supervillain-style and turns around.” Hmmmmmmm want that fanart. Scary New Ren/RK is good stuff. (post-chapter-13 Red popping in with a WHAT THE HECK)

· “that makes him seem like a ghost in Ren’s body.” YA KNOW. LIKE HE IS.

· Okay side note time: why is the Red King here? Ya know? Like – in 3rdLife the idea of a possessing spirit of bloodlust makes some sense. But why stick around? Was RK trying to escape the 3L server, or was this not deliberate? At what point did he take over from Ren—at Black Heart Altar? In which case, was the whole idea Ren’s to begin with, or was he influenced? Maybe it happened the first time Ren died? The Red King took over then—or at least started to? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts…

· Wait more theories—what if RK is connected to the ????? entity that spoke to Martyn when he died? In which case, cMartyn said he was considering making that canonically a Watcher (he ended up not doing it, but he also didn’t do anything that contradicted it either). I’m not saying RK is a Watcher… but boy he sure does stare a lot, don’t he.

· Holding the screwdriver like a dagger—mmmm

· Okay funny thought: all this frost, RK’s gonna need to be real careful about rust lol. And straining the metal, tbh, all that freezing and thawing is going to have an effect but the rust idea is making me laugh

· Until I realized it would look like blood and it’s not funny anymore

· “Renbob is in the beanbag stuffed next to the driver’s seat” right so is this where Renbob sleeps because I have been wondering—

· “something about having two people look like Ren when neither of them are makes Doc stop to take a shaky breath” *sob*

· “Renbob clears his throat, looking up at Doc with a smile that is so obviously fake that it hurts.” Ugh the LOT of you stop repressing everything you’ll give yourselves a collective hernia

· “he’ll probably have to break the news to the other hermits, too, Iskall and False and all the others.” All these painful lines I somehow missed the first time through

· Awww warm air comes in when Renbob opens the door—with the flowers and everything, Renbob is so easily associated with spring, I love this contrast.

· Aaand there it is, yup, RK is shocked to see his face on Renbob, and Renbob is shocked to see that this is so clearly Not Ren.

· They both recover pretty quickly, though. Survivors, both of them.

· RK calls Renbob their “ferryman” and I’m not sure if I was supposed to get “crossing the river Styx” vibes from that But I Did. (does RK think he’s dead? That they’re all dead?) (post-chapter-13 Red here with a little bit of wordless screaming.) (and also a bit of pride that I picked up on this.)

· “And what a help you’ve been! Fixing me up, replacing my hand.” Hi yes, 911? there’s a dagger stabbed into my feels.

· “he’d rather remember rage than see another person’s heart break.” Dang that’s such a raw line. Oof.

· ”the Red King says, his voice hoarse with tears.” Really interesting that this blood deity can feel such emotions—like, anger or even fear, I can get. But to see this entity upset to the point of tears is fascinating.

· “There is a crown on Doc’s workbench.” Right, yeah so like—is RK unwillingly manifesting these artifacts? Because that’s wild, man. …how long before he manifests an “enchanter”?

· “I’ve never seen it [the crown] clean before.” Okay that definitely implies that maybe RK didn’t come around until after Black Heart Altar?

· “The Red King has the crown in his lap when Doc turns back around, claws gently tracing over the engravings, leaving frost patterns behind.” I really wish I had art skills because there’s this image in my head of a drawing of the crown held in RK’s hands, with his face (one eye glowing, one in shadow) reflected in the surface, and frost patterns following behind a claw that’s daintily tracing the surface. But I can’t draw so—

· RK asks for a change of clothes. What was he wearing when they rescued him, I wonder? The Red King outfit with the fur capelet? Or Ren’s Stargazer outfit? Which begs the question: where does Stargazer fit into all this? Was Ren’s return to Hermitcraft RK free, but when he came so close to dying to Sith, RK found that as a gateway to take over? (Post-13 Red here, Looking Intently at this note.)

· Awww… the image of a one-legged RK clutching new clothes to his chest and hopping down to change in the bathroom… That’s weirdly endearing. He’s less menacing when he stands up somehow. Less lurking, maybe.

· Oooohhhhh he messed up his back sleeping on the floor. Gotcha.

· Doc keeps telling himself (and RK) that saving him and working on these parts is “the right thing to do” and while he’s not WRONG I just want to see him realize that it’s not only the right thing, it’s realistically the only thing, because if he didn’t, then he’d have to deal with the fact that he’s lost his best friend and we can’t have that.

· “I don’t need to eat” ummmmmm no hold on this definitely implies that RK is possessing a dead body and I’m not okay with that where is Ren

· LOLOL “I can’t stand to see [you do] this” is such a raw line to be about watching Doc eat cereal with his hands

· “The voice doesn’t belong to who he thinks it does.” Ugh, Doc. This isn’t the first time he’s lost a close friend to Something Else, something otherworldly.

· “All of them are waiting for him, waiting for him to do something more, something better—” aaand there it is. Doc’s characterization in this fic in a single sentence.

· Doc waking up and thinking he’s seeing Ren and RK’s hesitation and the gentle “I’m not Ren”—OH MY HEART

· RK’s coffee = Renbob’s friendship bracelets

· Randomly can I just say that I love how RK’s dialog is all in italics? It concerned me at first because I thought it was going to keep pulling me out of the narrative, but instead it really just feels right. Also I’m looking forward to the moment when he says something and it’s not in italics because it’s REN and oh my lands please give this to me I beg you (post-13 Red here with a bit more mindless screaming)

· “watch your tongue with me, Atlas, because I’m the one person you can pass the sky to.” Okay okay okay—English studies brain coming out. This suggests that there is a burden RK and Doc can share: something Doc is currently struggling against that only RK can help him with. In the moment, I don’t know if this is really fair of RK to say—after all, Doc does technically have Renbob too, if we’re just talking about Doc’s unhealthy coping mechanisms. In fact, if that’s the context, then Renbob is a much better fellow-Atlas because he and Doc have known each other much longer and they’re both dealing with the loss of Ren. BUT, knowing about the upcoming conversation where Doc and RK both realize that they’ve lost someone (Ren for Doc, Martyn for RK) this line suddenly has a lot more weight. Again, I don’t think that in that moment RK quite has the right to pull this zinger. But in later context, it turns out to be true after all. They are the only two with this particular shared pain.

· Doc upset with himself because he can’t get over his “stupid hang-ups” DOC MY LAD. “I’ve lost my best friend, you’re in his body, and I don’t know how to process any of these emotions” is not a “stupid hang-up” PLEASE stop blaming yourself for everything!?

· “I’m so tired” in the middle of his nightmare—oh my gosh. That hurts so much for some reason.

· I also very much wish I had the ability to draw the image of Doc with tears on his face, staring dead-eyed down at his workbench while RK looms over from behind, pinning his wrists to the table with one metal arm and one frost-bitten one, a look of exasperation and concern on his face. Why can’t I draw the things

· “How do you know Etho” “I watched him die.” OW ow ow ow ow

· Doc takes this as calmly as only someone used to living in a world where death has low consequences can. Oh. Oh—that means… huh. Doc isn’t used to losing people permanently on any basis, especially not death. So no wonder he doesn’t know how to process Ren being gone (I can’t bear to write “dead” there). He literally doesn’t have context for it… and what context he DOES have is like—I mean, Etho and Bdubs came back. Ouch.

· “Twenty-five.” The Red King makes the number sound like a threat. Yet another banger line I missed the first time through. Imagine waking up and thinking you’re in 3rd Life again but instead of 14 players there’s almost twice that many and you think you don’t know any of them.

· I still don’t quite understand the “when was etho added/should have known there was something different” bit or why RK is so emotional about it… but I have trust that it’ll make sense at some point. (post-13 Red: ...is this something about the fact that he thinks he's dead...so he thinks Etho has died before? Like, that 3rd Life wasn't Etho's first hardcore? ...I feel like I'm almost grasping this but I'm missing an element somewhere.)

· And now a sword. RK. My man. You need to stop manifesting things—especially when they scare the ever-living daylights out of you.

· I absolutely adore the in-universe lore that Fire Aspect is a PvP enchantment because it threatens dropped loot, and yeah I very well might steal that. (Along with something I read at one point who-even-knows-where that Knockback is a coward’s enchantment, because I love that too.)

· He really shouldn’t. / Doc picks up the sword by the scabbard and hands it to him, hilt extended. Doc you already trust this guy so much and you don’t even know it—but is it just because you still subconsciously trust the face he wears? Or is it something deeper?

· Ugh, the “I was supposed to kill someone for him” conversation/scene is SO FREAKING GOOD

· “I don’t want it. Not like the crown.” Why, though? Why doesn’t he want it? Because it’s more to do with death than kingship? OH. Oh, I hadn’t even considered that. I’ve been thinking of RK as this like, god of blood and vengeance but maybe he’s not. Maybe he hates the bloodshed (“the blood! It’s drippin’ in me eyes… I’ve been blinded by the violence…”) just as much—more?—than Ren did/would have. Huh. That’s a new facet.

· Oh my heart the “have you ever lost someone and it was your fault” line. Dagger to the feels. Dagger to the feels.

· This like… “I’m on a roll and even though I know I should stop I really don’t want to” mode? Man. That’s relatable. Especially when you’re working to avoid dealing with something else.

· “Not making it for you—it’s for Ren” oh ouch ouch ouch the denial suddenly breaks through it’s okay, Doc I’m with you on this

· The second time reading through it’s far clearer that Doc has a blind panic attack here—when he starts rambling that Ren’s coming back, he’ll be there for season eight and RK goes to…do whatever he was going to do and Doc just blanks out. The manic productivity should have been a warning sign, the poor guy is crumbling.

· “Doctor” and “he’s not sure he deserves that title right now” UGH Doc needs a hug someone please hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. Someone please hug me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

· “his hand on his throat” over the scar from the Red Winter axe? </3

· “I did do that. I have done that.” RK admitting to it actually having been him in Doc’s nightmares?

· Okay sorry the conversation about beating Dinnerbone will never not be funny to me

· RK mentions that people used to call him m’lord or Ren, and then mere minutes later you have “Ren. You couldn’t save him because of me, could you?” He knows exactly what’s going on here. Not maliciously, but he’s no dense-head, he’s put the pieces together. (post-13 Red: MOST of the pieces. Most of them.)

· Watching Doc slowly stop fighting his nightmares—like, the first time, he fights. The second time, he accepts it but still struggles. And this time… this time he gives up before it even starts. That hurts, man.

· Good grief the whole “get my head chopped off” / “you really don’t want that” bit. O.O I’m not sure what emotion I’m feeling but I’m Feeling An Emotion.

· “Snow’s new. Dream’s not.” </3

· …Doc’s not gonna be a fan of snowier-snow after this trip…

· "Dr. M77" Actually he’s Doc Monster, RK, but we’ll let it go. XD

· OKAY BUT THIS EXCHANGE? The “how are you feeling” / “better” / “you’re a bad liar” / “I said better not great” that’s such a good exchange and I don’t know why every other time I’ve ever seen it used they stop at the lying accusation? Doc with the snappy comebacks, man.

· Aaah, Doc and RK, two establishment bros bonding over a shared disdain for hippies.

· The bit about the fella who wore an iron helmet and called it a powdered wig—fear is in my heart. *shoves Scar into an obsidian box and blocks it closed*

· “Who was Ren to you?” </3

· Doc is more than willing to spread the flames, to sear his loss into RK’s bones. / The king’s face stops him. Ren’s face stops him. Holy CRAP is that a good set of lines. So much going on there, and ALL of it good.

· Again. I wish I could draw. I would draw RK sitting on the edge of the bed, gently hugging a collapsed-in-on-himself Doc. </3

· “And I hate the devil that forced us apart, that mixed my blood with his.” *adds another layer to Scar’s obsidian fort*

· OKAY STARTING CHAPTER THIRTEEN I made the mistake of logging into Tumblr earlier and saw people screaming so I’m sure I’m not ready for this but here we go

· Oh no RK has been hippie-ified

· “You started a paramilitary organization because you have hay fever?” *dies laughing*

· Ugh I need to go back and watch s6 I’ve only seen the tail end of Mumbo’s side of things and there’s so much I don’t know.

· HAHAHAHAH I do know the trident bit though—

· Wait he said Scar

· PANIC

· “Kingslayer. bloodthirsty. Time King. The coward. And the mastermind behind it all, the loyal soldier to the very end, the whole damn reason either of us are in this mess.”

· HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY—

· “Is this the afterlife I deserve? After everything, this is the hell I’m going to endure?” I AM SCREAMING

· Doc pinned to the wall with ice, struggling to breathe—I CAN’T WHAT IS HAPPENING

· ((You know I’d get through this a lot faster if I stopped pausing to write reactions—))

· “A break in the ice. A whisper of spring.” Symbolism. Symbolism.

· “Ren was dead when I found him again,” NO I REFUSE TO READ THIS

· “don’t use the hand I built you to hurt yourself” DOC. SIR. MY HEART.

· RK don't run, RK get back here—what are you—

· I

· JUST

· ACTUALLY

· SCREAMED

· AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

· *several long moments of just breathing*

· *rereads*

· Holy crap on a garbage cracker with an extra serving of what-the-heck sauce

· REN

· Okay lol okay hahaha calming down

· I literally threw myself back in my chair away from the computer reading that last paragraph. I don't usually... physically react to things I read. LOL. Heh. I’m. Ah. I’m not emotionally invested in this or anything.

· Holy crap.

· Okay. Okay. Okay.

· Um.

· Great chapter, guys. Awesome stuff. Really good. I’m absolutely okay right now and it’s all totally fine.

· …please enjoy your break and get lots of rest and I very much look forward to the return of this fic you have no idea.

· I need to go breathe for a little bit.

EDIT: no, you know what--I'm not going to be a nice polite fangirl over here and quietly hope y'all see this I'm straight up tagging you, @fluffy-papaya and @betweenlands. THANK YOU but also how dare.

#The only reason I'm even posting this is for my own remembering later #and i guess if fluffy or solar want to see my mindless ramblings -- go nuts #long post #redwinterreacts #redwintertalks #dog at the door

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ahkaahshi · 4 years ago

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when they’re drunk + when their s/o is drunk [hcs]

pairings: miya atsumu x fem reader, oikawa tooru x fem reader, akaashi keiji x fem reader

genre: just some good ol humorous content

warning(s): some slightly nsfw content/implications, swearing, alcohol consumption, hq guys (atsumu) goin stupid

when he's drunk

is actually a heavyweight

but when he’s drunk, he’s drunk drunk

like, literally will not remember what happened that night because all the drinks just hit him all at once and he's like oh, fuck

he’s pretty fun when he’s drunk though

definitely the life of the party

expect lots of hollering @ you and @ his boys

and dancing (if he throws it back, you better catch it or else he’ll question your loyalty to him)

also gets super horny for you when he’s inebriated

will grab your ass, have his hands on your waist, or shower you with sloppy kisses while he praises you in a way that makes you laugh because of how gone he is

“(f/n), yeerrrrr soooooo fuckin’ hot, like, giiiiirrrrrlllll who gave ya the permission ta slay like that?”

overall, he's a good time, very entertaining, 10/10

when you’re drunk

will stay nearby to make sure nobody tries anything weird

will gas you up like that one girl in the bathroom always does (you know that one girl, I know you do. and if you are her, just know you’re doing great things)

“yer lookin’ so sexy tonight, baby; love that li’l outfit on ya.”

will hold back your hair if you throw up

but will also tease you for not being able to hold your liquor the entire time

will 1,000% clear the dance floor for you if you wanna show off your drunken dance moves because you’re his s/o and he’s so proud of you

he is a certified party animal but knows your limit and will cut you off before you go past it (you’ll thank him for this later)

but if he says he’ll be the designated driver so you can go crazy, uber or ask samu to drive y'all lmao you can’t trust him to stay sober

cuddles with you if you have a hangover the next morning, but, again, teases you so much you end up kicking him out of bed anyway

when he’s drunk

thinks he’s a heavyweight but is actually a lightweight lmao

seriously can’t hang when he’s drunk

gets super flirty (but only with you) and will whine until you give him attention

“(f/n)-channnnn, lemme make out with youuuuuu!”

cue iwaizumi, hanamaki, and mattsun in the back like why tf did we agree to go bar hopping with this mf

and if you’re not there, he’ll send you drunk texts all night long that are very spicy

but he has his brightness turned like all the way up and big font on his phone, so everyone can see he’s thirsting for you

definitely should not be texting such things in public places

makki takes his phone, screenshots the texts, and sends them in the group chat with mattsun and iwaizumi so they can roast him

if he’s at a house party, he’s in the living room, kicking ass on super smash bros (he plays better when he’s drunk???)

or he’s asleep on the couch moments after telling everyone he was going for another drink to “prove he can handle his alcohol”

gets very cuddly and clingy, and you have to constantly keep his hands under control or else he will put you at risk of public indecency

sleeps like a rock when he gets home

when you’re drunk

will dance with you a lot to make sure everyone gets the idea that you’re off the market

will not hold back your hair if you throw up

instead sends iwaizumi or one of your other friends to help you while he utters reassurances from a safe distance

will 100% have sex with you wherever if the alcohol has you feeling a certain kinda way

is the guy who says “that’s my girl” when you take another shot like a champ

tells you you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world even if the night’s got you lookin a hot mess

you smack him after you sober up and see yourself in the mirror

“takes care of you”

this means putting you in the recovery position, leaving a trash can by your side of the bed, and frantically texting iwaizumi at 4am when you wake up and puke a lil

tries and fails to make toast for you that isn’t completely charred the next morning

when he’s drunk

first of all, he isn’t

actually is but adamantly denies it

wait until he’s a few more drinks in and mention it again

“you’re drunk, keiji.”

“lol yeah.”

has a moderate alcohol tolerance and knows his limit very well

can be either one of two ways: 1. chilled out and smiley or 2. chilled out but brutally honest without a filter

bokuto is very scared of 2., and anyone in their right mind should be

however, no matter which mood he’s in, he’s always very sweet with you

gets a little handsy but can control himself

will not dance or be loud, but will hang out and maintain his role as team mom even if he can barely see straight

his bokuto and (f/n) radars are still fully functioning, and he knows where y'all are at all times

is infuriatingly good at beer pong

most likely places to find him: a. sittin in the corner, chillin; b. in the kitchen, munchin; c. at the bar, making sure bokuto doesn’t order more drinks after he specifically told him not to; d. on the couch, takin a nap after passing the mom baton to you or tatsuki

when you’re drunk

will watch with amusement as you dance your heart out

will be nearby to steady you if you can’t walk straight so you don’t fall and hurt yourself

and if you do, he already put bandaids in your purse ahead of time

will hold your hair if you throw up and will rub your back while offering you kind, comforting words (though he often mixes in some warnings and words of advice)

king of complimenting you, but will also be honest and tell you if your makeup is smudged. also fixes wardrobe malfunctions

knows your limit and will make sure you don’t exceed it

tells you he’s going to get you another drink; brings back water

will accept any drunken love and affection from you but will not have sex with you until you’re sober because he doesn’t want to feel like he’s taking advantage of you

will snuggle you all night long if you want him to

there will be painkillers, water, and rice on your bedside table in the morning by the time you wake up

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madswritingvoid · 4 years ago

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Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ SEE YA MINORS, smut but like soft smut, oral sex (m), masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming, blood, vampire stuff, Max Phillips is a warning lol

A/N: Yes I 100% think Max would want his name in your phone to be Vamp Daddy and no I will not be taking questions about it at this time. BUT here’s another smut piece about my vampire husband, because I love him.

(Tagging @jettia because apparently she likes pain and wanted to read this if I ended up posting it)

Max Phillips is annoying. Not a joke, or an exaggeration, just a fact. He’s smarmy, sleazy, sneaky, manipulative, seductive, exhausting, and all yours. As much as his “management style” (re: turning everyone into vampires), may seem unethical or out-of-the-box, he really knew how to turn a company around. Surprisingly, when he isn’t being a total frat boy asshole, he’s also a pretty awesome boyfriend.

Yeah, sometimes you gotta remind him that no Max that isn’t funny or say that again and it’s a stake to the heart and the dick, but overall you know you love him and he loves you. He’d kill for you, literally. So when you hadn’t received your morning “show me your boobs, babe” wake-up text, you knew something was up.

With his cocky attitude and air of self-assurance, you’ve never seen anything really make Max sweat. Not until two nights ago when he said his bosses, the big bag vamps, were coming down for a branch visit today. You glance over at your phone to check the time and saw it was almost lunchtime for you both and decide to shoot him a quick text.

You: I know yours came in today but how’s my big bad vamp doing? xxx

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: :(((((((((((((

You: Is someone in the need for......

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: yes

You: an afternoon delight?

You: You could have let me finish, but okay.

Grateful you were working from home today, you sent off a final email and decided to take a half day, knowing Max would really need some help to relax.

You slinked off to your bedroom and changed out of your work-appropriate but very casual matching sweat set to slip into one of Max’s favourite sundresses you have- a deep cranberry with black lace around the bottom and on the chest highlighting your boobs, Max’s favourite, and the length hitting just above your knees made it “easy access” in his words. You keep your natural Zoom meeting makeup on and opt for a quick swipe of your favourite deep red lipstick to match the dress, ready to make Max’s afternoon.

Walking into the familiar office building you can immediately feel the energy is off. Not that it wasn’t always weird, since almost everyone in here was dead, but today it was even worse. Too quiet, too cold. You almost wanted to crack a “jeez, who died?” joke to lighten the mood, but you got the feeling today was not the day and walked right into Max’s office.

“Awww baby, what’s all this?” You coo as you glide over to him. What a sight he is. He’s sitting in his big office chair with his head right on the desk, long arms splayed out in front of him making his big hands hang over the desk’s edge. A total look of defeat. Hearing your voice Max’s head shoots up and immediately you’re hit with a classic Phillips pout, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Baaaaabe,” he whines while making grabby hands at you until you’re finally within reach.

Pulling you into his lap, he buries his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the column of your throat as your hands make their way into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Maxie, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You’re only met with a heavy sigh as he takes his head and burrows between your boobs, “Everything,” he mumbles against your chest. “They loved my presentation, but hated the office,” he grumbles.

“Well, that’s easy to fix, we can go out this weekend and get some new decor to liven up the place,” you grin and start really going to town on his scalp making Max almost purr and lean into your touch more. Before you could offer more support he started shaking his head, motorboating you but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“No babe,” he sulks, finally lifting his head up to meet your eyes again, “they hated everyone in the office. Said Andrew was weird and Dave had an ‘offputting’ quality. He’s dead! Almost all of us are dead! What do they expect? And that’s not even the worst part!!!” He moans, “he hated everyone, but liked Evan?” You actually gasp, no one likes Evan. He’s so mopey and annoying, especially after Max bounced back from Evan almost murdering him, showing up to work the following Monday as if nothing happened. “Oh baby, that doesn’t make any fucking sense, I’m so sorry,” you soothe him as your hands move from his hair and start to make their way down to his belt.

Realizing what you’re doing, Max’s whole mood changes. Smirking, he puts on a much more playful pout, “yeah baby,” he coos, “it’s been real hard. But now that you’re here something else has got real hard too, and I think I know how to fix that.” You slide off his lap and onto the floor quickly, Max lifting you up for a moment to slide his now folded suit jacket under your knees in a surprising moment of kindness. Pressing a kiss to his knee as a thank you, you make quick work of his belt and pants and pull out his hardening cock. As you begin to stroke him slowly you make eye contact and spit right on his dick, making him groan.

“Love you baby, let me make you feel good,” you say before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling you tongue around him and licking the salty precum that was already leaking from him. As you continue to work more of him into your mouth, you can feel Max absolutely melt into his leather chair and take whatever you give him. “That’s it baby, always so so good, always know what I need,” he praises and you moan around his length, the compliment going straight to your core.

Not being able to take it anymore, you snake the hand not pumping the part of him you can fit in your mouth, you slide your hands underneath your underwear and start circling your clit. You moan around his length again and Max slightly bucks his hips, sending him farther down your throat. “Fuuuuuck yes, sweet cheeks, that’s it,” he can’t stop it now as his hips start a shallow bit steady rhythm as he fucks into your mouth. Letting him take what you need you slide two fingers into your dripping pussy, using the heel of your hand to keep rubbing your clit while you pump your fingers.

The only sounds filling the office are Max’s groans and the wet noise of you fucking yourself on your hand. You can tell Max is close because his pace quickens and you can hear the chair arm rests groan under his tight grip until he gives one final thrust, shooting his load right down your throat. Making sure you don’t waste a drop, you continue softly sucking the tip of him as you start to chase your own high until Max uses his vampire speed and strength to take your hand out of your underwear and move you back into his lap. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and stare with lust filled eyes as Max takes the hand that was just inside you and cleans your fingers of the slick covering them.

“Now sweets, you’ve been so good to me, I figured letting you cum on my cock would be an appropriate thank you,” booping your nose he gives a little tug to rip your panties right off and sink you down on his still hard length. Your eyes roll back and you let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, you were already so wet from earlier he was able to push in with no resistance. “There it is champ,” he chuckles, “here’s your reward.” Putting his hands firmly on your hips he starts to move you up and down on his length, his hips meeting you with each thrust. All you can do is throw your arms around his neck to hold on, chanting his name as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“Had s-such a bad day baby,” he growls, “but this- this pussy always does the trick,” you clench at the praise causing him to thrust a little harder. Knowing your so close to falling over the edge, you decide to give Max another treat, “B-baby,” you whimper, “f-feels so good. I’m so close, b-bite me,” his hips stutter before his pace resumes again. Grabbing your jaw he makes you meet his eyes and asks, “fuck, I love you, but are you sure? You don’t have to-” he groans as you clench around him again, your walls fluttering as the coil continues to tighten. “Yes! Fuck,” you babble, “I’m gonna come baby please,” you run your fingers through his hair and pull his face into your neck.

Feeling how much you’re gripping his length, Max licks across your pulse point and gives the area a little kiss before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Once you feel his fangs break through, the coil snaps, and you absolutely gush all over his cock. You continue to moan as Max works you through your high as he continues to drink from you. Tugging on his hair twice to tell him to stop, Max stops thrusting into you and licks over the bite marks, his spit healing them instantly. Kissing your neck again you hear a mumbled, “thank you baby,” as Max wraps his arms around you.

You sit there for what feels like forever, him still seated inside of you while you go back to massaging his scalp. Noticing the time you attempt to get up, “Max! Honey, your lunch break has definitely been over I should go home,” his grip tightens around you as you get hit with puppy dog eyes again. “You could go home,” he agrees, “or you could just stay right here with me inside of you while I finish this report. I’m the boss, I can always leave early for my baby,” he gives your ass a gentle slap causing you to clench around him again. Groaning, he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “besides I’ll definitely want to have you at least one more time before we go. Why don’t you have a little nap on big ol’ me?” He jokes, but you can’t bring yourself to make a come back, already feeling your lids grow tired from what just happened.

Nuzzling into his neck, you give his skin little kisses, “sounds good baby,” you slur, “sounds real good.”

#max phillips x you #max phillips x y/n #max phillips x reader #max phillips #bloodsucking bastards #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagines

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stvrs13 · 3 years ago

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Enough

Ellie x Reader

summary: Y/N has enough with Ellie her bestfriend, talking and thinking about Dina cuz she secretly sees Ellie more than a bestfriend.

warnings: you being jealous with Dina, maybe angst, swearing

The small speaker plays a song around Ellie's house, you were trying to draw her eyes as she enjoyed reading her comic, she looks so peaceful and gorgeous. You felt something for Ellie more than a friend and hopefully she feels the same way but Dina seem to caught the red head's attention " what ya doin? " she asked. " nothing " you sighed. She then look at your paper and smiled. gosh that smile. "nice, and who's eye is that? are you finally inlove? " she teases and smirked. dumbass you thought.

she then puts her comic down the table and said, " do you think Dina likes me back? " she randomly questions. " i mean yeah, your perfect y'know? any girl can like ellie williams " you said looking at the paper. she furrowed her brows. " who? " she questions. " i thought we're talkin about Dina. " you said, still looking at the paper. " i mean how can you tell any girl likes me? " she ask curiously. realizing to what you said earlier, you scratched your head and blush, " uhm " you never really know if there are girls who like ellie, you just said that to give her a little clue that you like her. " i dont know maybe someone out there. " you laughed awkwardly. she just smirked and look at her drawing.

" what are you thinking now? " you looked at her, only to see her blushing while looking at her drawing of dina. you rolled your eyes and just continue to draw some butterflies. " yo, should i give this to her? " she asked. " whatever you want, ellie. " now getting a little annoyed. am i jealous? you thought to yourself. she didn't seem to catch that. better not be.

She keeps talking about Dina... how pretty she is, the way her eyes shine when she look at the sun, her smile, her body, her voice, the way she talks, ellie thinks she's perfect.... fuck,you had enough

You slammed your hand against the table and she look at you, confused. " are you really that obsessed with her? are you ellie, huh? are you?! " you slightly yell. she furrows her brows, " what are you talking about? " she asked. " dont play stupid ellie! " you stand up from your chair. " what's your problem? " her voice getting serious. " what's my problem? dina! dina is the problem! you literally hangout with her all the damn time! and when we hangout all you do is talk about her! gosh ellie, can you just give yourself a minute to stop talking about dina?! "

you walk back and forth on her home. anger taking over you. jealous. " if you wanna be with her then go! be with her! dont bring me into this bullshit! " you yell. she looks at you, anger filled in her gorgeous eyes. " we're not even dating why are you saying that? " she said sternly. " i didn't said we're dating! " you practically yell right infront of her face. She furrowed her brows, " well it sound like- " " forget ellie, forget it. " " y/n- " " i said forget it ellie! im going home. " you yell and grab your stuffs, she look at your actions and was about to speak but you slammed the door shut. leaving her hanging.

when you arrived at home, all you do is cry, wishing that the girl would love you back and regretting that you said those stuffs to her. you shouldn't have said that, it literally ruin your friendship with her. and that, you both never talk again...

a/n: my apologies. sorry its short lol, i kinda lost motivation and idk this is probably cliche, anyway how are y'all? hope u guys stay safe and dont stop simping for ellie 😉 maybe stop it cuz she's mine 🤣 nah jk jk ok bye 🙌

#ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou2 #the last of us part ii #tlou ii #the last of us part two #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams imagine

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 4 years ago

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Freckles

Request: Hii!! It’s me again :) Can i request a Fred x reader were the reader is staying at the burrow and she loves drawing people, so one day she decides to draw Fred without him knowing and it sort of ends with Fred confessing? Thank youuu

A/N: Not to be dramatic, so this is the cutest fucking thing ever, thank you so much for requesting @florencxs I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: You absolutely love drawing people, especially a particular Fred Weasley, which becomes obvious when you stay at the burrow for the summer, and he catches you drawing him.

You were sitting on the couch in the main room of the Burrow, sitting in front of the fire, and doodling in your sketchbook as you waited for inspiration to strike you with an actual subject to draw. You were the only one in the main room, the rest of the Burrow residence either asleep, or in the kitchen finding something to eat, Fred included.

You were invited to the Burrow by Fred and George. Earlier in the year, you were talking about not being excited to go home, because your parents were never really home and you would most likely spend the Holidays alone. So as soon as they could, Fred and George sent a letter home asking if you could stay during the holiday, and of course Molly said yes.

You were disrupted from your drawing when Fred walked into the room, looking at you before trying to peer over the edge of your notebook.

“What cha doing?” Fred asked, pouting when you shut the book which made you laugh.

“Just doodling, nothing interesting” You said, brushing it off.

“Well that's a lie, you’re always interesting” Fred said sitting in the spot across from you while a blush dusted your face.

You weren't going to lie, you had a crush on the older Weasley twin, ever since second year when you accidentally tackled him as you were running from Filtch after you dyed Mrs. Norris Purple. It was harmless, easily reversible with a spell and pet friendly, but that didn’t help to water down his rage at all. Still, it was worth it because it was how you were introduced to the Weasleys in the first place. Now in your sixth year, you and the twins were nearly inseparable, though your crush on Fred remained.

You opened your mouth to answer Fred’s compliment, but were interrupted as Molly entered the room, followed by everyone else.

“We’re off to Diagon Ally to do some last minute Holiday shopping, would you two like to come?” Molly asked you and Fred

“I’m alright, thank you!” You said smiling at Molly

“I think I’ll stay back as well” Fred said

“Alright, well we’ll be back in a few hours, you know where everything is if you need it, have fun” Molly said, and with that, her and everyone else left though the fireplace, leaving you and Fred alone.

“Is it cool if I hang out in here with you? I need to work on an assignment. Snape, assigning reading over a holiday. It should be a crime” Fred said, making you laugh and nod. You had been assigned to read the same book, something about different herbs and their properties, but you had finished it earlier in the week.

“Sure, I don’t mind” You said, watching as Fred got situated on the other side of the couch before opening his book. You watched him for a second, before opening your sketchbook and opening to a new page, inspiration suddenly striking you.

About half an hour had gone by and you were currently working on getting the freckles on your drawing just right, your eyes darting from Fred, to your page, and back again, but you still couldn’t get those damn freckles right.

You placed a few more dots, looking up to make sure you placed them correctly before making eye contact with the man you were currently drawing, causing you to jump a bit in surprise.

“Its hard to focus on reading when you keep checking me out” Fred joked, causing your face to heat up but you played it off by rolling your eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself Weasley, I was looking at..... The wall” You said like a question, just saying the first thing that you saw.

“....The wall” Fred said, more like a statement.

“Yep” You said, not giving into his look of disbelief.

“You mean to tell me... you’ve spent the last half hour drawing that wall” He said pointing behind him. “The only wall in the whole house with absolutely nothing on it by the way.”

“Yeah, Its very complex” You said, continuing worth your lie, trying your best to look him in the eye.

“Huh, well can I see your complex recreation?” He asked, causing your face to heat up even more.

Shit

“No, its not done yet, and I haven't gotten the blankness quite right and- Hey!” You stammered, suddenly stopping when Fred snatched the book out of your hands and turning to your most recent drawing, which of course, was of him.

You didn’t even try to grab the book back out of his hands. It was too late. He had seen it. He was currently still seeing it. You were screwed. This was it. This was the end of days, the day he found out that you liked him and-

“You drew this?” Fred suddenly asked, snapping you out of your trance. The softness of his tone surprising you.

“Well, yeah” You said, not quite sure how you were supposed to respond.

Fred held the sketchbook, eyes looking over every fine detail as a smile crossed his face.

“Do you like it?” You asked after a moment of silence, not sure how to feel about his reaction.

Fred's eyes finally met yours and suddenly you realized how close you were together, Fred having moved closer when he stole your book.

“Yeah, I do” He said, looking back at the page “The way you’re able to pay attention to every detail, how you are able to see the pieces of a persons personality poking through, how you make every line seem so delicate but so intent. Its amazing” He finished, looking back at you.

There was a beat of silence as you both looked into each others eyes, before suddenly yours darted down to his lips and back. His eyes did the same, but his gaze lingered for longer, it was more intentional.

“Y/n, can I-” Fred asked, but you didn’t let him finish, you knew what he was going to ask. So before he could complete his question, you closed the space between you two and placed your lips on his.

Fred took no time to respond to the kiss, moving his hand to the back of your neck to bring you even closer together. Meanwhile your hands moved up to cup his face, reveling in the feeling of his lips finally being on yours.

After a moment, you pulled away, needing to get some air, not being able to hide the giant smile on your face, which Fred mirrored.

“We’ll about time” Fred said, making you laugh before swatting his shoulder.

“You weren’t giving me many hints ya know” You defended.

“We’ll I didn’t know if you liked me or not! But now thanks to your amazing drawing skills I do” He said, making you smile.

“Well I’m glad you like it, even though its actually of George” You joked, causing Fred to make a horrified face

“It is not!” Fred said as you laughed hysterically.

“No Its you I’m kidding, George had much better hair” You said, continuing the joke before being tackled onto the couch, Fred poking your sides and making you laugh.

“Take it back!” Fred said, not letting up on the tickling attack as you tried to squirm away.

“Okay! Ok, your hair is better” You said, Fred finally stopping and looking at you, a smile on his face.

“That’s what I thought” Fred said, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You’re so full of it” You laughed

“Nah, you love me” Fred defended, a smile on his face.

“Its truly a curse” You replied, making Fred laugh before he ducked his head to re connect his lips to yours, the notebook now long forgotten on the floor.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I never know how to end these so sorry if the ending sucks lol. Feel free to leave any requests you may have!

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Bar Crossed Lovers - One Shot

a/n: i truthfully couldn’t think of a better name, so please enjoy the bad pun. idk wtf this is, but it’s friends to lovers with a little bit of angst, and of course smut. hope you enjoy! 4.8k

He wasn’t sure how it happened. The two of you were the last ones at the party, and he had offered to help clean up. It was genuine, a friend helping another friend tidy up after a night of drinking with others. How he ended up in your bed, inside of you for hours, well, that was trickier to understand. You weren’t sure how it happened either, but you weren’t complaining. It had been a while, and he was there. He didn’t stay the night. There was no confession of love or feelings, it was just sex.

Neither of you talked about it. You both just figured it was a drunken mistake, or maybe it wasn’t a mistake. You both clearly needed it, but it wasn’t something to make a big deal out of. It was when you both worked next that it got a little awkward. You both were in early for set up.

See, you and your friends all worked at a bar. Some of you were in grad school, and some of you were just working there until you figured out what it was you really wanted to do with your life. It was good and easy money. It’s how you met Harry in the first place. He was already behind the bar when you clocked in. He was polishing the glasses that were fresh out of the dishwasher.

“Hey.” You say, as you pull out the cutting board and limes.

“Hi.” He sets a glass down and looks at you. “How are you?”

“Good, how are you?” You say, without looking at him.

“Good.”

You nod your head and hear him scoff. You put your knife down and look at him. He was still looking at you, arms crossed.

“This doesn’t need to be so weird.” He says.

“I agree.”

“So why are you acting like this?”

“Because I don’t really know what to say to you. How do we continue as normal? Do we let our friends know what happened?”

‘I don’t see how it’s any of their business, Y/N.”

“They’re gonna know something’s up, Harry.” You point to the splotch on your neck and his face flushes.

“It’s been a few days…”

“You didn’t exactly do it gently.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t tell you to stop.” You blush and turn back to your limes as he continues with the glasses.

“We were drunk and we did what a lot of people do when their drunk.” He shrugs.

“I figured that’s why you stayed back, because you wanted to hook up.”

“Well, I genuinely felt bad that our friends didn’t throw any of their garbage away, so I wanted to help.”

“You’ve always been nice.” You chuckle. “Maybe too nice.” You shake your head at the memory of that night. You feel a slight surge go through you, but you try to shake that away as well.

“You weren’t exactly complaining the other night, babe.” He grins and you swat your rag at him. “Gotta be able to joke about it.”

“It is sort of funny, been friends for a while and all of a sudden we just hook up.”

“I don’t blame you, I am pretty irresistible.”

“Harry.” You sigh.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Just lightening the mood, that’s all. Look, it doesn’t need to be a big deal. It was a nice hook up.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“But that’s all it was, right?”

“Right.” You put all of the limes into the container and grab a few lemons. “I don’t like you as anything more than a friend.”

“Same here.”

“But…I wouldn’t hate if it happened again.” Your cheeks had to be beat red at this point.

“Neither would I.”

“Really?” You look at him.

“Sure.” He shrugs and lifts another rack of glasses to the counter. “No strings attached sex? I’m game.”

“I just don’t want our friendship to get fucked up, that’s all.”

“I agree. We should make it clear if we’re hanging out to hook up or not, and if it gets deeper for someone, then it should stop.”

“Right, because I’m just dying to be in a relationship with you.” You say sarcastically.

“Aren’t most people?”

“Jesus.” You nudge him and he chuckles. “We would also need to stop if one of us meets someone else. We would need to be upfront about it.”

“What about other hook ups?”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like on Tinder or something?”

“I don’t need to know about that, just…make sure you wrap it up.”

“Deal.” He grins.

After that, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You often found yourself getting distracted at work, and so did Harry. Almost every night you worked together you’d end up having a quickie in one of your cars. Your friends eventually found out too. It wasn’t hard to figure out since you both got caught in the bathroom at one of their places one night. You all had a good laugh about it and just explained it was nothing more than hooking up. Everyone was pretty cool with it.

You had just finished hooking up at his place when you were getting your clothes back on.

“You know, you don’t have to slip out just yet.” He says as he pulls his boxers back on. “We were watching a movie.”

“Yeah, for like five seconds.” You laugh. “I need to get going, though.” You slip your shirt on and lean across the bed to give him kiss on the cheek. “I have a paper I need to work on, you know how it is.”

“I do, you came here to distress.” He smirks.

“And I did.” You give him one last kiss before grabbing your keys. “See you at work tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

Harry makes his bed back up and throws a load of laundry in the washer. His phone pings with a few messages from Tinder, but he’s found himself checking and responding less and less. He was having great sex with you, why go out and get it somewhere else? After finishing up some homework of his own, he texts you.

Harry: how’s the paper going?

You: almost done!

Harry: let me know if you want a reward ;)

You: miss me already? Lol

Harry: just parts of you

You: very funny

Harry: ;p

You: if I say yes will you go down on me?

Harry: I’m on my way

Having sex with Harry was great, but it was starting to take up a lot of your free time. He was the one that would text you for the booty call more often than you would, which surprised you. You didn’t question it because it was nice to feel wanted. Every time he kisses the back of your shoulder as he drilled into you, or as he had you bent of the bed, or even when his head was between your legs, you enjoyed being wanted. But you wanted to be wanted for things other than sex. You wanted to have excuses to get dress up and go out on nice dates. You worked long hours and your grad work kept you busy too. Sometimes you just wanted to be swept off your feet, not swept off to the bedroom.

One night while you were working, a group of young men came in. They all sat down right at the bar instead of getting a booth.

“When can I get you guys started off with?”

“Pitcher of beer, please.” One of them says to you. He was handsome, very handsome.

“You got it.” You smile.

You found yourself chatting with him a bit in between other customers. His name was Noel, and he worked at a publishing company. He and his coworkers were celebrating finishing a large manuscript edit. Harry noticed you flirted, but to be fair, you flirted a lot. So did he. It was how all the bartenders got more tips. There was something different about this, though. You seemed genuinely interested in what this guy had to say.

“We have to get going soon, but I’d love to keep getting to know you. Your grad work seems really interesting.” He writes his number on the receipt. “Call me sometime.” He smiles.

You bite your bottom lip and tuck the receipt copy into your apron. You had butterflies in your stomach. This was good, this was really good. What a cute way to meet someone. You and your other friends giggle about Noel. You were definitely going to call him.

“Coming back to mine tonight?” Harry asks as you both work to close down the bar.

“Sure.” You smile.

Your willingness to hook up with Harry had gotten less and less frequent. You had called Noel. You talked for hours. You had a lot in common. You had gone out on a couple of dates with him, and they went really well. It was time to tell Harry your hook ups needed to stop altogether.

“Slow your roll, I didn’t come over here for that.” You laugh and push him away. He was kissing on your neck the second you came over to his place.

“What did you come here for then?” He gasps facetiously. “Are we hanging out for real?”

“Yes.” You both sit down on his couch. “I have to tell you something. I’m…sort of seeing someone.”

“Oh.”

“I haven’t slept with him yet, but I’d like to. We’re not official yet either, but I feel like we probably will be, so this needs to stop. Is that okay? Still friends?”

“Course it’s okay, and of course we’re still friends. Thanks for being so honest.” He smiles.

“Thanks for being so cool with it. I know I’ve been sort of distant in that sense lately, but I’ve just been trying to figure out how I feel. I really like this guy and I don’t wanna screw it up.”

“I get it.”

You hug him and kiss him on the cheek. The two of you settle in with a movie, and then you leave. Harry went to bed aggravated as all hell. He liked hooking up with you. He was hoping the conversation you had earlier wouldn’t have come so soon. You had been doing what you were doing for nearly three months. How could you have gotten bored with him? You always praised him in the bedroom, how could you want someone else to fuck you?

You and your friends would be all hanging out after work, and you’d be bringing Noel to formally meet them. You had been seeing him for a few weeks now. You hadn’t gone all the way with him yet, just making out and some heavy petting. You weren’t sure what the holdup was, but you didn’t mind taking it sort of slow.

He comes into the bar just before close and sits down. You squeal when you see him. You come around from the bar and kiss him on the cheek.

“I just need to change quick in the back, and then we can head to Michelle’s.”

“Sounds good, take your time.”

You kiss him on the lips quickly and then head to the back to change. Harry catches this and squints at Noel while he wipes down the bar. Noel gives him a half smile and Harry returns it. Tonight was going to be interesting to say the least.

After a few drinks, you all settled in on a game of Scrabble. It would be lame or boring if you weren’t drinking.

“Challenge! Challenge! No way that’s a word!” Michelle says to Harry.

“Is too!”

“It’s a slang term, no slang!” Chris yells in her defense.

“Where in the blood rules does it say you can’t use slang?! If it’s in the dictionary, it’s a fucking word! That’s ten points, write it down.” He crosses his arms, and Michelle groans.

“I’ve never seen so many people get worked up by a game of Scrabble before.” Noel chuckles. “This is great.” He kisses you on the cheek.

Everyone seemed to really like Noel so far, but you wanted Harry’s opinion too. You notice him get up to refill his drink in the kitchen, so you get up to do the same.

“What do you think?” You whisper.

“About what?” He whispers back.

“Noel.” You giggle.

“Oh.” He rolls his eyes. “No offense, but I don’t really wanna give my two cents on your boyfriend.”

“Well, he’s not exactly my boyfr-“

“Either way.” He sips his drink. “Not something I feel super comfortable with.”

“I just wanted to know if you liked him so far…if I bring him around more often I’d wanna make sure you were comfortable with it.”

“And what if I wasn’t?” He had back you up so you were leaning against the counter. “You know me, I’m a real attention hog.” He smirks and walks away from you.

Harry missed you. He missed you like crazy. It had been a month since you last hooked up and he thought he was gonna go crazy. Never in a million years did he think he would be the one to catch feelings, but he did. Noel was probably a really nice guy, but he was now competition, and if there was one thing Harry didn’t like it was competition.

He had to watch as Noel would come in on the late nights at work to come pick you up, when that used to be him to make sure you got home safely. He had to listen when you would giggle with your other friends about the dates he would bring you on. It was torture.

One night it was raining, so Noel invited you over for a wine and movie date. You loved cuddling with him. About thirty minutes into the movie, and most of your glass of wine drank, you were making out on his couch.

“Y/n>” He breathes. “Want you.”

“Want you too.” You groan.

You were ready for him now, he had waited long enough. It also kind of turned you on to just be so comfortable with him to want to do it on his couch. He slipped your pants off and undid your own. You reach into your grab and pull out a condom. He happily slides it on. He fingers you, only for a few moments. When Harry would finger you…you shake the thought from your head. You can’t compare them right now.

When Noel pushes inside you, you were expecting it to feel incredible. It wasn’t like his dick was small or unsatisfying, but there was something that just wasn’t doing it for you. Maybe it was the way he wasn’t paying any attention to your clit, or the way he would only lightly kiss your neck, or that he wasn’t pulling at the roots of your hair. Shit.

“Y/N? Are you enjoying it? You’re like a million miles away.” He frowns.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I was feeling it…but…”

He pulls out of you and discards himself of the condom. You pull your pants back on and sit with him awkwardly on the couch.

“Is there something else I could have done?”

“Maybe, but I don’t think it would have made a difference.” You sigh. “I really like you Noel, I don’t know what my problem is tonight.”

“Is there someone else?”

“No.” Maybe. “At least, I didn’t think there was, but now I’m so sure.” You look at him. “I’m so sorry, I think I should go.”

He nods and sighs.

“I really like you too, but I don’t wanna force anything between us. Take all the time you need.”

You throw your arms around him and hold him tight. Noel was literally the perfect guy, what was wrong with you? You leave and drive around for a bit. You wanted to kill Harry for running through your mind. You didn’t want to date him, and you hadn’t really thought about him sexually since you stopped hooking up. You never thought about him when you kissed Noel, so why was it when you were finally getting intimate that he popped into your head?

You were suddenly filled with rage and you gripped your steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned white. You found yourself driving towards Harry’s apartment building. You get out of the car and slam the door closed. You had no idea if he was going to be there, and you were getting soaked, but you didn’t care. You had a bone to pick with him.

You bang on his door and ring the buzzer over and over. You hear him yell “hang on” a couple of times.

“Y/N?!” It looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was damp and the shirt he had clearly just put on was sticking to his still wet chest.

“You have some nerve, Harry Styles.” You brush by him as you walk into his place.

“Sure, come on in.” He says to himself. “Do you need a towel, you’re dripping?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine like this.” You cross your arms and looks at him.

“Alright, I really don’t have time for this, so you wanna explain the attitude?” He cross his arms now.

“I just tried having sex with Noel and I couldn’t because of you!”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That was the last thing he expected you to say.

“What?”

“You…you…you ruined me!”

“I ruined you? What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, for started, when he fingered me, it felt like he was just jabbing, and his nails weren’t exactly short. Your nails are always perfectly filed.”

“It’s common curtesy.”

“And he only did it for a few minutes. Then, he didn’t even rub my clit. You always did that while you fucked me.”

“Because it makes you feel good.”

“Exactly!”

“Did you tell him?”

“What?”

“Did you vocalize what you wanted?”

“No…I didn’t have to with you.”

“Not everyone’s like me. Sometimes you have to-“

“But I don’t want to! I just want someone that knows what they’re doing! I don’t want it to be a race about who can get off the fastest. I want someone’s body on mine and just be in complete and utter ecstasy for a little while! And it probably would have been fine. Maybe I would have gotten vocal with him, but you wouldn’t leave my mind! You ruined me, Harry.”

“Yeah, well, you ruined me too.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah.” He scoffs. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you be with someone else? To give all your attention to some guy that wasn’t me?! Do you know how hard it’s been trying to respect your relationship, and not drag you into the back room to fuck you senseless?”

“I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”

“Neither did I.” He looks away. “But I do, and I have pretty much since you ended things. I started to really miss you…as more than a friend.” He rubs the back of his neck. His phone starts to ring. “Shit.”

“Do you have plans?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go.”

“No.” He answers his phone. “Hey…no, I’m actually glad you called. I have to cancel last minute. One of my friends is upset over some guy who’s been a real idiot. Yeah…I’m sorry.” He hangs up his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“Yes, I did. I was gonna try to go out on a date since it seemed things were getting serious between you and Noel…”

“So you just canceled on that poor girl who was probably getting ready?!”

“Well, I never said I was perfect! You of all people should know that, it’s probably the reason you didn’t more than my dick, right?”

“You didn’t want more from me!”

“I did, I just didn’t know it!”

You groan loudly, completely frustrated with the entire situation.

“Wait, so you had sex with him tonight?”

“What?”

“Like right before you came here? He fucked you?”

“Only for a couple of minutes. He could tell I wasn’t into it.” You look away.

“Well, I’m not fucking you tonight, not unless you shower.”

“You really think I came over here for that?! I came here to yell at you!”

“For no fucking reason! Oh, boo hoo, you think I ruined you for all other men. Maybe Noel was just a dud in the sack. Maybe that’s why he was single.”

“So you would have just easily jumped into bed with me if I wanted?”

“In a heartbeat, but not if someone else just touched you. I don’t even wanna think about it.” He makes a disgusted noise. “It should have been me, it should always be me.”

“That’s how you really feel?”

“It is. How do you feel?”

“I want you, but I also want the dates and the romance. I don’t want the booty calls, Harry. It’s nice being wanted, but I wanna go out and do things. I like getting brunch and going to movies, or going to other bars, or-“

“Okay! We can do that, we can do all of it, Christ. I’d do anything if it meant you were mine again, even though you were never really fully mine, but I had a piece of you once, I want all of it now.”

“I want all of you too.” You start walking towards his bathroom. You knew it very well.

“Where are you going?”

“You asked me to shower, so that’s where I’m going.” He follows you in there and you stop short. “You…kept my body wash?” You snatch the travel size bottle and show it to him.

“Smells good.” He shrugs. “Didn’t wanna waste it.” You make a sweet pouty face at him. “Shut up, you know where the towels are.” He says and closes the door behind him.

After your shower you find him lounging on his bed. You have your towel secure around you.

“All Noel free?”

“Mhm.” You giggle and sit on the edge of the bed where he was laying.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t take that the wrong way. I just would’ve felt weird…” He sit up against the headboard.

“No, it made sense. I wouldn’t wanna hook up with you right after being with someone else either.” You look over at the empty space beside him. “You know, in the three months we were hooking up we never had a sleep over.”

“Is that your way of asking to spend the night?”

“Got a t-shirt I can sleep in?”

He hums his response and gets up. He goes into his dresser, and tosses you a shirt. You put it on and hang the towel up.

“Wanna just watch something on Netflix and cuddle?” He asks.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He smiles and puts the TV on while you crawl onto the bed. He throws an arm around you and rubs your back as he searches for something. You settle on some random movie. You bury your face in his chest and throw a leg over his.

“Why do you always do this?” He chuckles.

“Do what?”

“Any time we start a movie you get all needy.”

“You said you wanted to cuddle, this is me cuddling.”

“This is your knee getting very close to my dick.”

“Can you blame me? Haven’t had you in so long.”

“You say that like it’s my fault.”

“If I hadn’t ended things you never would have realized you liked me as more than a friend.”

“Y/N.” He sighs. “How could you not tell? Have you ever had a casual hook up so passionate before?”

“I just thought you were really good in bed.” You chuckle.

“Well, I am. And like I said before, I didn’t really realize how I felt until after it was over, which is super shitty.” He looks down at you and cups your cheek. “You’re special to me. You always have been, think it’s why we’ve been such great friends.”

“You shouldn’t keep so much to yourself.”

“Tomorrow, after work, I’m taking you on a date. I don’t care how late it is, I’ll find a place to take you. Show you off to everyone, make ‘em all feel jealous.”

You smile as he leans in to kiss you. He push you down into the pillows and hovers over you. It felt so good to have his lips on yours again. You couldn’t believe how much you missed it, or how natural it felt. You tug at his shirt and take it off. His lips move to your jaw and to your neck. He sucks on your skin harshly and your nails rake down his back.

“This what you needed?” He whispers in your ear before he sucks on another spot.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Feels so good.”

He gets your shirt off and strips down to his boxers. He kisses down your chest, making sure to pay attention to your breasts. He kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, sucking on where he pleases. When his tongue meets your center you buck your hips up towards him.

“You know you’re not supposed to move. Or did you forget?”

“Maybe you should remind me.”

He grins and presses a hand down on your lower stomach. You gasp when his tongue laps around you again. Your hands grip at his hair when he starts to suck on your clit. You moan out when you feel two of his fingers slip inside you.

“This is how you like it, right?” He says against you.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers curl up against your spongy front wall. He sucks even harsher on your clit and you feel like you’re going to lose it.

“Harry.” You cry out.

You feel him groan as you come to your release. He removes his fingers and sticks his tongue inside you to fully get a taste of you. He had missed it so much. He was sort of getting carried away, and started eating you out again. His thumb creeps up to your clit to rub circles into it. Your head was thrashing against the pillow, and you were sweating from what he was doing to you. No one did this like Harry. Once you come again he slowly lifts his head. He was out of breath and his chin was glistening.

“Get on your stomach.” He breathes.

You grin and flip over. He grips your hips, and pulls you back to him. He slips his boxers off and then slips inside you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“You like my cock buried inside you?”

“Yes.”

You gasp when he starts moving in and out of you. His hand grasps at the roots for your hair. His skin was slapping against yours. It was like the two of you had never been apart. You move your ass back against him to get in sync with his pace.

“Still so fucking tight. You feel amazing.” He grunts.

Harry tugs your hair harshly to pulls you back to him. Your head rolls back against his shoulder. One of his arms snakes between your breasts, and his other moves so his hand can rub your slit as his thrusts in and out of you.

“Taking me so well.” He says into your ear. You turn slightly to kiss him. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and bite down on it. “Fuck.” He breathes.

“Harry.” You whimper.

He could tell you were close again by the way you were tightening around him.

“Where, shit, where can I come?”

“Inside me, obviously.”

He rubs your clit faster and you grab at his hair. You cry out before he pushes you back down on the bed. He flips you over and slips back inside. His hand grips your throat in just the right way. You both make eye contact. He thought you looked beautiful like this.

“Shit.” He groans and fills you to the brim with his hot come.

“Oh my god, Harry.” You moan.

“Like that?”

“Love it.”

He pulls out of you and you clamp your legs together so you don’t make a mess. You hobble to bathroom to clean up and then come back to him. You collapse on top of his chest. He plays with your hair and kisses your forehead.

“So…you really wanna be with me?” He asks. Someone had to speak first.

“Yeah, I do.” You look up at him. “You wanna be with me?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll have to call Noel tomorrow to let him know it’s officially over.”

“Same with the girl I’ve been talking to.” He kisses your forehead again and looks at you. “And you’re really gonna spend the night?”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Good, because I’m about ready to fuck you again. Got an entire month to make up for, babe.”

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