#This one I had done kinda late minute. closer to the deadline

[crystalchimera]

Originally posted November 21 on Twitter/X.

Bowser amiibo redraw I did for a collab! :D Probably the best Bowser I've drawn so far.

[deiitsukki]

Marriage & Needs

Featuring: Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

TW: (Angst to fluff, Marriage issues, Neglect, Rough sex, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Kinda Dom!Ace, a lot of begging!)

MODERN AU!!

Note:BTW I AM BAAAAACK!! semester's coming to an end and my schedule is finally becoming finally clear but I'll only be posting one story everyday so I could still focus on my other tasks. I MISS YOU ALL WHAT THE HELL❤️❤️

Ace had always been a man who knew how to get things done. A rising star in the finance world, he’d spent the past decade turning his small investment firm into a respected powerhouse. But success didn’t come without sacrifice. Late nights, early mornings, weekends spent on conference calls—his life had become a revolving door of meetings, spreadsheets, and deadlines.

He had met You 7 years ago, back when his career hadn’t yet consumed him. Back then, they had been inseparable. You had been his muse, his balance. But as time passed, he became more engrossed in his work, and You had slowly become a part of the background. He didn’t even realize how long it had been since they’d shared a quiet evening or a simple meal together.

Tonight was no different. He sat at his desk in his study, the soft glow of his computer screen illuminating his face as he typed away on yet another presentation. Hours ticked by, but he barely noticed the passage of time. He didn’t hear Your footsteps as you entered the room, standing quietly at the door, watching him.

You had always been patient—so patient it hurt. You had watched him drift further away, keeping yout pain locked inside, hoping he would come back to you on his own. But as you stood there, you realized something: you needed him to see you, to understand what his absence had done to you. Tonight, you would find the courage to tell him.

You took a deep breath and walked closer, her voice soft but steady.

Ace barely looked up, his fingers still moving over the keyboard. “Can it wait, Y/n? I’m swamped with work.”

A pang of hurt flashed through you chest, but you kept going. “No, Ace. It can’t wait.” Your tone was firmer, edged with a frustration you’d been holding back for far too long.

Finally, he looked up, his expression showing mild annoyance. “Alright, what is it?” Ace asked, barely masking his impatience.

You took another deep breath, searching for the right words. “Ace… I feel like I’ve lost you. I understand that work is important, but lately… you’ve become so distant. I just want a few minutes with you, to feel like we’re still connected. Like I still matter to you.”

Ace let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. “Y/n, we’re not kids anymore. This is how things are. I’m doing this for us, for our future. You knew what you were signing up for when we got married.”

His words cut deep, and You felt your heart shatter. Your hands trembled as you tried to keep yourself together, your voice a mere whisper. “I didn’t sign up to feel invisible, Ace.”

Ace’s frustration bubbled over, and he snapped, “What do you want from me, Y/n? I’m doing everything I can. Maybe you’re just being overly sensitive.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Ace saw the hurt flash across your face, the tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t say another word, simply turned and walked out of the room, your silent footsteps echoing painfully in the empty house.

Alone in his study, Ace’s anger dissipated, replaced by a gnawing guilt. He thought back on his words, the way your face had fallen, the way you had looked at him as though he were a stranger. Ace realized that you were right; he had been so consumed by his ambition that he’d failed to see what it had cost his marriage. A wave of regret washed over him, and he stood up, following you to your shared bedroom.

He found you sitting at the edge of the bed, your shoulders hunched, wiping away silent tears. Seeing you like that, so vulnerable and hurt, twisted something deep inside him. Without a word, he knelt down in front of you, reaching for you hands.

“Y/n,” Ace murmured, his voice thick with remorse. “I’m so sorry. You’re right… I’ve been blind. I never meant to make you feel this way.”

You looked down at him, your tear-streaked face filled with surprise. “Ace…”

He held your hands gently, his thumb brushing over your fingers. “I’ve been a fool, Y/n. I thought I was doing all of this for us, but somewhere along the way, I forgot what was truly important. I forgot you.”

You watched him, Your eyes softening, though a hint of hurt lingered. “You don’t know how much that means to me,” you whispered.

He stood slowly, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you close. He looked at you with an intensity you hadn’t seen in a long time, a promise to make up for every moment he’d missed. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing over yours, gentle but filled with emotion. You responded, feeling a spark ignite that had been dormant for so long. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer, his touch conveying every word he couldn’t say.

They moved slowly, savoring each touch, each kiss, as if they were rediscovering each other. He poured all his love, his apologies, into every caress, whispering soft words of regret and love against your skin. You felt cherished, wanted in a way that you’d almost forgotten.

He laid you down on the bed, his hands exploring you with a tenderness that brought fresh tears to your eyes, though this time they were tears of joy. They connected in a way that went beyond the physical, rekindling a flame that had never truly died. Every movement, every kiss, was a promise, a silent vow to never take you for granted again.

He stares at you with those Dark Intense eyes of his, filled with softness, His eyes, Those eyes that made you fell inlove with him. He slowly removed your night gown

“My dear wife..” he whispers, with a soothing tone

“You're so...” he said while he unclasps your bra

“so...” he continues trowing your bra to the floor

“so...” he said his hands going down to take off the only garment that was left in your perfect body

“so beautiful.” Ace said complimenting you as he took off your panties with such ease

He presses a thumb in your already wet cunt making you gasp from the sudden contact, Ace continued toying with your clit while showering you with compliment

“Oh my god, Ace please...” you moaned pleadingly “Please what love?” he asked softly “C'mon speak up” he said waiting for you to speak “More please.” You pleaded voice laced with wanting more

Well he couldn't blame you since it's been so long since both of you shared a intimate moment together, he understands why you were so needy for him tonight, by the way you pleads makes his already growing erection painfully hard. God, He missed this, he was more than dumb for neglecting you, and he was thankful you decided to talk to him this night. He wants you too, He needed you too, He means it. and He wanted to show you how much he needed you tonight.

Hearing your plea he removed his thumb in your clit, He places one of his hands in your lower belly and without a warning he suddenly inserted two of his fingers inside your pussy making you gasp in pleasure, you grasp the bedsheet, toes curling as you moaned, His finger pumping in and out of your entrance

“F-fuck ace” you moaned “Faster please” you pleaded again as you swallowed a moan, You feel your orgasm coming, he did too, so instead of listening to you, he slowed his hands from fingering you.

You looked at him almost teary eyed because of the orgasm denial “Why? Ace I said faster” you asked sounding a little upset “Nothing.” He said “I just want to hear you beg” he continued smiling while staring at your eyes

“You're such a meanie ace, please let me cum” you asked staring back at him with a small pout “Please Ace~” you moaned his name, and oh my fucking god he swear he felt himself cumming from the way you moaned his name, oh well he better make you beg later he thought smirking to himself.

“Please Ace, Plea-” your begging was cut off when he suddenly picked up his pace, his fingers fucking you into oblivion, and you moaned, clawing his hands that he was using to finger you “I'm gonna cum ace oh~” you said voice shaking with pleasure “Cum on my fingers, love” as soon as those words left his mouth, your orgasm hit you, your legs shaking as you moaned

He pulled out his fingers from your pussy, you closed your eyes as you gasps for air “That was great.” you puffed tiredly thinking you guys were done, unbeknownst to you, you guys are just getting started.

he stands up walking over to the near couch slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt “Oh yeah?” he asked, and you hummed eyes still closed “well, we're just getting started.” he said, stripping off his own clothes “What?” you asked, opening your eyes to look at him, he was already naked

“Well I want to show how special you are, and how much I missed you.” he said slowly walking towards you, as he reached the bed, he climbed onto the bed, and kneeling infront of you, he took both of your legs pulling you towards him “And you think you're the only who needs to cum huh.” he said chuckling as he lines his hard dick in your still throbbing pussy

without any warning he pushed his cock inside of you making both of you moaned “Fuck Y/n, you're so fucking warm” Ace moaned as he moves himself inside of you, your legs thrown over his broad shoulder, you moaned mindlessly, brain in hazy as you were still recoving from the orgasm you had minutes ago and yet you felt yourself cumming again not on his finger, but on his cock.

“Oh Ace~” you moaned gripping the pillows “please fuck me more” you pleaded eyes swelling with tears because of the pleasure “Please ace” you begged looking up at him with glossy hooded eyes, the way you looked at him made him go feral because why the fuck do you look so fucking hot, the eyes, the small drool on your mouth, the way you begged, and the way you moaned his name.

He couldn't control himself as he moved his hands from your legs to your waist, “Fuck princess don't make me lose my mind” he moaned as he gripped your waist tightly, you are sure by the way he's holding you, you're gonna have a bruise on your waist when you wake up tomorrow.

“Oh fuck darling ~” you moaned as you grope your tits, playing with it. Hearing those words escape your mouth ace suddenly stops slowly pulling out but leaving just the tip inside of you, “What did you say?” he asked bewilderly “What?” you asked back as you move trying to put his whole cock inside of you again but his hands on your waist tightes more making you winced, you looked up at him, eyes hooded with lust “Say it again” he demanded voice deep, you made a noise of complaint but he held you down “Come on love, say it again, so we can continue this” he said to you kissing your neck

“Come on say it” he cooes at you leaving wet kisses in your jaw, “Darling” you purred at his ears wrapping your hands on his neck, Once he heard you call him that and the way you said it made him go mad, the way you riled him up makes him downbad for you, oh the woman you are he thought

“Hell yeah.” he said as suddenly slammed his cock back into your pussy and this made you moaned loudly “You make me so crazy Y/n” he groaned, planting a hickey into your collarbone, “So fucking crazy” he said as he listens to your moanes, He picked up his pace, grunting as he felt your nails digging onto his broad shoulder

“Gonna Cum Gonna cum..” you chanted feeling yourself reaching the climax “Fuck darling I'm gonna cum.” you screamed lust and greed laced in your voice

“Gonna cum too love” he said, hugging you burrying his cock deep in your walls that were sqeezing his big dick “Let's cum together yeah?” he groans delivering his final hard thrust in your pussy

Your moanes were laced with pleassure as you came in his cock that is burried deep inside your pussy. He groans as he felt his cock shoot his load inside of you, he can feel how warm your inside is, He slowly thrust his cock into your pussy making sure that he fills you up nice and full before pulling his dick out

You were both panthing crazy as the both of you lay wrapped in each other’s arms, a comfortable silence between you . Ace held you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his heart swelling with a newfound gratitude.

“I love you, Y/n,” he murmured softly. “And I promise I’ll never let work come between us again.”

You looked up at him, Your fingers tracing soft patterns on his chest. “All I ever wanted was for you to see me, to remember that I’m here, with you.”

He smiled, his hand running gently through her hair. “I see you, Y/n. I always will.”

And as they drifted off to sleep, tangled together under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, they both knew that they had found their way back to each other. Their love, though tested, had emerged stronger, and they would face whatever came next hand in hand, together.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Life Goes On

This if for @buckybarnesplumwhore​

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; grieving, funeral, breeding, handcuffs, warnings are not exhaustive so read at your own discretion.

This is dark! Andy Barber x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You volunteer at the local youth center but when one of the kids meets an unfortunate end, you cross paths with his father. No stranger to grief, you try to help him cope but find it a bigger than task that you expected.

Note: When I started writing, I had no plan. When I kept writing, there was still no plan. And then it just all kinda happened.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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It was too sunny for a funeral. A funeral come too soon.

The service was held out in the sun, rows of wooden chairs and a sombre old priest. You never knew if the Barbers were religious but it was easy to find a holy man in Massachusetts, as easy as those early years of settlement found in textbooks. 

There were no flowers, only two oblong caskets shrouded in black cloth, the name of each of the dead on silver placards, no pictures, no souvenir of who they were.

It was like Andy was already trying to forget them. He was at the front, the grieving widower and father. You were lost somewhere in the middle with his co-workers, there out of propriety more than empathy, and distant relatives who attended out of courtesy, some passing acquaintances who followed the story in the papers more than out of compassion. It was a spectacle and Andy had done his best from feeding the leering onlookers.

You knew Jacob more than his parents. He was younger than you, almost ten years apart. You knew him from the youth group you volunteered for, the same one you'd been in at his age. He was out of place there, he was from a better neighbourhood than the other kids, they called him the rich brat, and he resented himself more for it than he did them.

His attendance kept his mother happy. He didn't like the individual counseling, he didn't talk, so she put him in the group and he talked there. Sometimes. The kids never went on philosophical monologues but they understood each other and shared what they needed to.

Laurie was always late to pick him up. So he stayed to help stack the chairs and you ended up waiting with him, making sure he wasn't alone in the dark. He hated that at first too, until he realised you weren't on the stoop to council or judge. You were just two people, chatting to pass the time.

Sometimes Andy picked him up. He was friendlier than Laurie. Jacob's mother was always in a rush, even on her way home where there was no deadline. She said thanks, maybe, and drove off as she began to lecture Jacob about how he wore his hat. Andy offered you a ride, every time, as if he had some compulsion to be the good guy, the saviour. You always said no, the bus was a five minute ride to your building, fifteen minutes if you walked.

Now Jacob was dead, his mother too. Another tragedy inflicted upon those least likely. Even death didn't stop the whispers, even that venue, the priest's collar, the Biblical dirges, the grim family man in black did not silence them. It sickened you as the service ended and the people rose in a hushed murmur.

Andy left without talking to anyone. The procession of cars would drive through the streets with flags to mark the grieving on their way to the interment. It was as if Andy was doing what was expected more than what he felt he owed the deceased. He was ever the lawyer, formal and curt.

You followed the grey parade. Not out of obligation but out of genuine regret. Jacob seemed like a lost kid, even in death. The rumours, the accusations, the suspicion, followed him. The people didn't watch the dirt fall from the shovel to see him at peace, they watched it as some grand finale to the great show of the Barbers.

When the metal no longer cut and scattered the soil, the crowd thinned out. You stayed as the diggers packed up. You were sad for Jacob, for Laurie. Andy hadn't been there to see the burial. You couldn't blame him but you were surprised. He just disappeared after the service, apparently done with his part in the play. 

You went closer and stared at the new stone that stretched above both plots. Laurie Barber… and her son, Jacob Barber. May they rest. It was as short, as minimal as anything else about the affair. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. You didn't know if Jacob was a bad seed, it wasn't your job to make that call, but he had just been a kid and all that potential was now six feet down.

"Didn't think anyone would stick around," the dark figure stepped up beside you, his steps muted by the grass, "least of all, you."

"I'm sorry, I…" you looked at Andy and then the dirt, "I'll go."

"Wait," he said before you could move, "I thought-- I thought I wanted to be alone for this…" he shoved his hand in his pocket, "but I've been alone since it happened and I'm realising, I'm gonna be alone from here on out."

You didn't say a word. You didn't know what you could say. He'd heard a hundred apologies, a hundred condolences.

"I'm happy someone stayed, that someone cared," he cleared his throat, "thank you."

You nodded and played with the buttons on your cardigan.

"He was too. Happy, you know, that someone cared. I think back now and I realise that you probably saw him more than me. He was always excited to go to the centre but he got in that car and he just… deflated." He shook his head, "maybe this is better. One way or the other, he wanted to get away from me but he never could get away from Laurie. She wouldn't let him go."

He chuckled sardonically but it quickly fizzled in his throat.

"Sorry, I'm rambling…"

"You're processing," you said, "a lot of the kids down at the centre, they lost parents, one way or the other, orphans, fosters… I always told them that they didn't have to make sense because grief never really does."

"Now that makes a lot of sense," he said, "but you shouldn't have to listen to me."

"I shouldn't or you don't think you should say any of it?"

"Hmmm," he hummed, "yeah, maybe."

"I don't get paid to listen to those kids, I just get a time and a place to do so. This isn't different. It's just talking and a lot of that is just figuring things out. Listening is easy, you're doing the hard part."

"Jeez, you come up with this stuff on your own or is there some sort of how-to book?"

You lifted your chin and sucked in your lip. You could tell where Jacob got the bite from.

"Sorry, that was… mean," he said after the silence settled with the dirt, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you said.

"You got somewhere to be?"

"No…" you answered cautiously.

"Do you think you might wanna listen to me a little more? I'll buy you a coffee for the trouble."

"You wanna talk? To me?"

"Better than anyone I do know," he snorted, "they all just give me that dumb look. They pity me, judge me. You don't have to say yes but I started now, if I stop, I'll...stop."

"Coffee?" You glanced over at him, "I'd rather tea."

"I'm sure they got that too," he fiddled with the trim of his pocket, "anytime you wanna bail, let me know."

"If I can handle teen angst, I think I can handle you."

🖤

That afternoon wasted away in the corner of a café. It felt like any other day but for Andy, you knew, it was likely the worst day of his life. Likely a day he wouldn’t forget. You sat patiently until the last of your tea was cold. He didn’t finish his coffee, he hardly even touched it. When you checked the time, he looked down embarrassed.

“It’s late,” he said, “I… I’m sorry for keeping you so long.”

“I didn’t have anything to do. I doubt you did either,” you swept up the paper cup and your purse.

“No, really, I mean, you don’t know me. You knew Jacob and I just sat here and talked your ear off for hours. I--” he looked out the window, “I know that when I go home, the house will still be empty. That’s why I’m here.”

You looked past him as he turned back. You chewed your lip, “Andy, have you looked into counseling yet?”

“It feels… too early for that.”

“Too early?”

“I don’t want to let it go. Don’t want to let them go,” he sucked his hands in his pockets, “if I go, that’s what they’ll tell me to do.”

“No, they’d help you live with it, not forget it,” you said, “but I know, it’s scary. Have you done anything? Read anything?”

“Read?”

“Self-help isn’t for everyone and those dummy books aren’t great I admit, but sometimes a start is better than nothing. What about… a routine? Do you have one?”

“I work, I come home, I sleep, and try not to notice they’re gone,” he shrugged, “and repeat. Lot of overtime.”

“You’re still working?” you went to the door and he followed.

“Well, I talked to you. That’s what I’m going to do about it.”

You stepped out into the evening din and spun to look at him. You crossed your arms and stood across from him on the pavement.

“Well, unfortunately there’s an age limit down at the centre,” you said, “but I could give you a number for an adult group.”

“No, I don’t wanna talk to a group of sad parents and widowers. Just remind me how pathetic I really am,” he scoffed.

“Do you think that what you’re doing right now is better?”

“Do you have a degree in this?” he wondered, “what are you doing down at that youth centre talking to degenerates?”

“I have a certificate that says I’m good at listening, but no, I couldn’t afford a degree,” you dropped your arms, “but, will you come down? Sit in on a session. Just listen… for Jacob? It helped him, I think, after a while?”

“With the kids?”

“Yeah, with the kids,” you said, “maybe it will help you decide.”

“Decide what?”

“If you’re going to keep doing what you're doing; nothing, or if you’re going to try. Trust me, after a while, just sitting there, ignoring it, it gets old and it won’t get better.”

He looked down and stared at his leather shoe as he ground his toe into the pavement, “is that allowed? Am I allowed to do that?”

“I don’t see why not. I have parents sit in all the time.”

“But I’m not-- not anymore,” he gulped.

“You are,” you patted his arm gently, “you always will be.”

“What time?” he raised his head.

“Tuesdays and Thursdays at four-thirty. We do accept late arrivals. Kids come in and out. Usually hang out til seven before I let them go.”

“I think I can make that work,” he exhaled deeply, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For putting up with me.”

You nodded and gave a bittersweet smile, “I miss Jacob too. I might be little more than a glorified babysitter but it means something to me. The kids… they feel like they’re mine sometimes. At least on those two nights a week.”

“Well…” he peered down the street, “you need a ride?”

You chuckled quietly, “you now, I think this time, I do.”

🖤

Andy was early. He took a chair near the wall as the kids flopped on the low sofas and into the colourful armchairs. A government grant had seen an upgrade in the lounge, although the kitchen needed some work as the cooking classes were still short on supplies. Dark circles darkened his eyes and the hairline wrinkles around them added to the hollow effect. He wasn’t sleeping.

You waited for the room to quiet. You greeted the kids and went through the usual ice breaker; one bad thing, one good thing, and one way they could improve the bad. Many of them were reluctant at first, they resisted what they thought were cheesy and inane exercises but they all came around. They were able to voice things that otherwise would be kept to themselves and they were afforded a respectful and often rapt audience.

When you finished, you kept from naming your own three. You looked at Andy.

“I’m sorry, everyone, I’m so forgetful. This is Andy,” you gestured to him, “he’s sitting in with us today. Andy, why don’t you tell us your bad thing, your good thing, and one thing you can do to improve the bad.”

He looked startled but he stood and cleared his throat. He glanced around at the kids and the shadow left his face. “Well, I lost a file, there were free bagels at work, and… I guess I could try to look again tomorrow.”

“Very good,” you smiled, “alright, my turn at last. My bad thing is I spilled tea on my shirt, my good thing is it’s a dark shirt, and my thing to improve is… wear a bib.” You laughed as you audience stay stone faced, “alright, alright, I’ll just be more careful and not run with hot liquids.”

You sat and started with Danica. She was always the most talkative, that encouraged the other kids. Today was no exception and you had to remind her to save some time for everyone else. Erik was next, then Andre, and Shamea. You almost didn’t notice Andy as he stood and sidled against the wall. Not until he was at the door, he looked back darkly and you saw his chest fall heavily. His nostrils flared and he was gone.

You tried not to show your disappointment, tried not to let the kids notice. They were all caught up in the circle and breaking it was never good. Shamea passed the stuffed bunny to Naima and you focused on her. Maybe it was too soon for Andy, you understood that, but you hoped too that he might have found a piece of Jacob there.

Before the kids left, you handed out the coloured markers and they each scribbled down a few words before a high-five. They passed through the open door in pairs and singles, and you bent to add your own note. You tucked the card into your bag and locked up. Jacob was usually the only one to hang around. Not anymore.

You headed out the front door with a wave to Martha at the front desk and took a gulp of the fresh evening air. There was someone sat on the flat stone at the bottom of the broad rail of the stairs. You recognised Andy as you neared, much too big to be a teen.

“I’m sorry,” he dabbed his nose with his sleeve, “I couldn’t… I couldn’t stay in that room.”

“But you’re still here,” you said.

“I didn’t wanna just leave you hanging but… they all remind me of him,” he stood, “I’m sorry.”

“No more apologies,” you opened your purse and searched, “I had the kids put this together. Actually, it was Milo’s idea. He didn’t know it was you but he wanted to send it in the mail--”

“What?” he took the card and opened it. He turned so he could read it in the yellow light of the street lamp, “oh my god.”

“Is it too much?”

“No, no,” he ran his thumb over the ink, “it’s…” he closed it and tucked it into his jacket, “the only other thing I’ve got is the bill for the caskets. It’s… amazing. Thank you.”

“Not at all. They always surprise me,” you said, “most of the time, in good ways.”

“You need a ride?” he checked his watch.

“I don’t live far,” you waved him off, “but I always appreciate the offer.”

He nodded and frowned, “and if… if I didn’t want to be alone? Would you grab a burger with me? Have you eaten?”

“Not since lunch, I, uh… I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you said.

“You gotta be up early?”

“Nah, not too early.”

“What do you do? I mean, outside of this?” he turned and directed you to his car.

“Data entry,” you sighed, “it’s not very exciting but I work remotely and the pay is decent and I still have time for the kids.”

“It’s a living,” he said as the door locks clicked and you grabbed the handle, “no judgment. Trust me, being a lawyer, it’s really not as glamourous as it seems.”

🖤

Andy’s routine changed. He came around every Thursday and listened. After a few weeks, the kids figured out who he was. They didn’t treat him any differently and even invited him to join in on the teambuilding games you arranged. He wasn’t bad help as you welcomed a few new members from the group home.

That night, you weren’t feeling great. Even the kids hadn’t helped much. You were exhausted and nauseous. You blamed it on the late night shawarma. You said goodbye to the kids and packed up. Andy stacked the chairs without you asking, even when you told him not to.

You leaned heavily on the table and checked your phone before slipping it into your bag. You wiped your forehead and shivered. Some gravol, ginger ale, and sleep would be your indulgence that night.

“You okay?” Andy asked.

“Stomach thing,” you rubbed your middle, “nothing major.”

“You don’t look great,” he said, “well, I don’t mean it like-- are you sure--”

“Oh, gee,” you slid past him and out the door.

You ran to the restroom across the hall and into a stall. You wretched and the acid seared your throat. The bile bubbled in the toilet water and you shuddered. You heaved a few more times and rinsed your mouth in the sink.

Andy was waiting for you in the hall, “let me drive you tonight,” he insisted, “even if it’s just a block away.”

“I can’t even say no,” you grumbled as he handed you your purse.

“What’s wrong? You eat something?”

“I think,” you groaned as he held the door open and the cool air outside chilled the sweat on your neck, “urgh, I hope it’s only that.”

You got to his car and fell heavily into the seat. You slumped against the console as he started the car. He paused as the engine idled and felt your forehead. He nudged you back against the seat and turned his hand to press the back of his fingers to your cheek.

“You got a fever,” he said, “I don’t think it’s food poisoning.”

“Oh, those kids carry bugs like rats,” you muttered, “just take me home, I’ll get over it.”

He pulled out of his spot and you closed your eyes. You leaned against the window, frigid against your forehead and hugged yourself. You dozed off before he even turned out of the lot, the belt keeping you from folding over entirely.

🖤

You woke up between fresh linen. The sunlight was soft in its early hues. It wasn't your bed. You rolled onto your side and your stomach ached from how empty it was. You pushed back the thick duvet, you were sweating. You didn't remember more than the car ride and a few fuzzy glimpses of the bottom of a bucket. 

You were cold again and pulled the blanket back. The door was open and Andy filled it as if he'd heard your grumbles. He stood at the bottom of the bed in a pair of plaid pants and a blue tee.

"Why am I here?" You asked. 

"You fell asleep. You're sick. I couldn't just leave you outside your building," he said, "how are you feeling?"

"Bad," you replied curtly, "I can go," you sat up, "stop by the pharmacy, go hide in my own bed."

"You should stay here," he insisted, "just until the fever breaks."

"Really… ugh," you moaned as your belly clenched, "Andy, I should--"

"Lay down?" He came around and caught your shoulder, "I used to call in sometimes when Jacob was home sick. When he was a lot younger and… I stir up a man cup of noodles."

"You don't have to--"

"It's completely selfish," he interrupted, "it's been a long time since I had someone to take care of or at least it feels like it."

You were light-headed as you tried to stand but he kept you from getting to your feet, "I guess I can stay a little longer."

"Don't act like I don't owe you," he tutted, "now relax. I'll get you some soup. You need something in your system. I got some anti-nausea pills in the cupboard, too."

"Thanks but you don't owe me anything. I'm gonna owe you big."

"Why don't we just call it even then," he backed up, "seeing as that's my bed and my couch, it's really not made for sleeping." He stretched his arms and his shoulders cracked, "especially at my age."

🖤

You stayed another night. You tried to convince Andy to let you take the couch instead but he was a lawyer and rarely lost an argument. It was easier to eat by the evening but you were still dizzy and you couldn't stop yawning. You'd never been so tired.

Despite your uneasiness at overstaying your welcome, you slept more heavily than before. Your guilt didn't keep you awake for long as you sank into a deep sleep and you woke slowly, a murmur escaping your lips as grogginess weighed you down. You were still so very tired but it was already morning.

You stretched and your wrist caught. You winced and tugged at your arm. You sat up in horror as you stared at the metal cuff attached to the hoop drilled into the headboard. You tugged until your arm hurt and your hand throbbed. What the fuck.

"Andy! Andy! What--"

"Shhhhh," Andy hushed you as he entered, "it's okay, you're okay."

"No, I'm not. What did you do?" You pulled again and the metal pinched your skin.

"You're going to hurt yourself," he said calmly.

"Unlock it. Let me go," you struggled as you kicked off the blankets, "Andy, what the fuck?"

"Hey, don't talk like that. It's...nasty."

"I don't understand," you began to pant, "why are you doing this?"

The panic crawled like tendrils up your neck and back. You twisted and pulled but the metal cuff didn't budge. You felt the bed shift and Andy grabbed your shoulder. He forced you down, pinning your other hand beside your head.

"I'm taking care of you," he said, "don't be so ungrateful."

"I can take care of myself. Let me go, please."

"No, you need me," he snarled, "like I need you."

"Andy, you're wrong--"

"Stop!" He covered your mouth, "stop! You don't know what you need. Now be still. Be quiet." He squeezed until your jaw hurt, "don't make this difficult."

He slowly lifted his hand and you didn’t move. You stared at his hand then looked at his face. There was a desperate anger in the depths of his oceanic eyes. He sat back and his jaw clenched as he watched you.

"I'm going to make breakfast. Be good. You need to eat." He backed off the bed and went to the door, "I mean it."

He left you and you listened until pans clinked and clanged in the kitchen below. You folded your thumb against your palm and tried to wiggle free of the cuff. It was too tight. There was only one other way out and you couldn't do it alone.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!" You screamed, "someone help me!"

The footsteps hammered up the stairs and Andy stormed in. He grabbed you and clamped his hand over your mouth again.

"Listen, no one can hear you, you got that? Windows are soundproof, but I really don't want to hear it so it's up to you if I gag you."

You blinked and your lip trembled against his hand. Your eyes rounded and you nodded stiffly. He tore his hand away and sighed as he clapped his hands on his legs in frustration.

"Good," he said quietly, "now, let's just hope," he stood and strode to the door, "that the bacon didn't burn."

🖤

You fell asleep again shortly after eating, even with the adrenaline and panic surging through your veins. You woke again in the afternoon. Your limbs were heavy but the fever was gone and your stomach felt better but you were still terribly tired. 

Andy was there. He had a leather file in his lap as he looked over papers and scratched his beard. He sensed your movement and looked over at you.

"Hungry?" He asked, "you slept through lunch."

"No," you smelled your sweat on the duvet, "but… can I have a shower? I haven't...since I got here."

"A shower?" He closed the folder and stood. He set it down and pursed his lips as he thought. "Fifteen minutes," he said as he dug around in his pocket, "I'll be here."

He unlocked the cuff and you rubbed your wrist as you sat up. He stayed close as you rose and stayed between you and the bedroom door as he pointed you to the bathroom.

"I don't have much for you to wear yet but you can take another one of my shirts," he said.

You nodded and closed the door between you. You closed your eyes and pressed yourself to the wind. How was this the same man that you spoke to that day at the cemetery?

🖤

He slept beside you that night. You were on your side, your arm bound again by the cuff with the pillow between it and your head. You were uncomfortable, more so with him against your back. He wore only a pair of boxers. You shied away when he undressed and never looked at him again.

You dozed despite your nerves. You couldn't shake the drowsiness. You just felt more and more tired. When you opened your eyes, his arm was around you. He ran his fingers over your stomach, fingers crawling beneath the baggy tee shirt. You shivered and he nuzzled the back of your neck.

"I was thinking… well, I've been thinking for a while now, how happy we could be," he said, "I'm still young enough to try again, do it right and you… you're young, ready." His hand brushed up to your chest and he cupped your tit, "you're kind, you're caring, you're...beautiful. You’re my second chance."

“Andy,” your voice was brittle as your pulse beat furiously, “what you’re doing, it’s not right. You need to let me go.”

He went rigid and his hand stopped. He unsnaked his arm from around you and the springs coiled as he fell heavily onto his back. In the silence, you could only hear his steady breaths and a low growl.

“No, I’m helping you,” he said, “like you’ve helped me.”

“Andy, please,” you eased onto your back and looked over at him, “this isn’t how you fix this.”

“How do I?” he snarled, “huh? How? You don’t know!” he sat up and glared down at you, “you can’t know.”

“You think hurting me is helping me? That’s what you’re doing.”

“No, no, no,” he bent his legs as he grasped his head and gripped it as if it would crack, “No! I haven’t hurt you. I feed you, I keep you clean, I… I take care of you!”

“Andy,” you reached over shakily and touched his bare shoulder, “this isn’t what I want and I know you don’t want it either. You want someone who really loves you--”

“You love me!” he turned so quickly you yelped. He gripped your jaw tightly as he held himself against you, “you love me,” he pressed his lips to yours and you murmured in surprise, “you love me,” it was a maddened chant as he pulled back, “...love me.”

“And--”

His hand flew up to smother you and he lifted himself over you. His knees pressed to your legs until they parted and his other hand explored your curves through the rumpled cotton. You squeaked and tensed against his touch, your wrist chafing from the cuff.

“Shhh,” he hushed as he pushed the shirt up.

He kept his hand on your mouth as he slid down your body and left a trail of kisses along your torso as he unveiled it. He bunched the tee above your chest and bent to dote on your tits. You shuddered and pushed on his head as you mumbled into his palm.

His fingers tickled along your side and hooked into the side of the drawstring shorts he gave you. He tugged until the string snapped and edged them down as he continued to tend to your chest. You kicked around him and felt his bulge as he leaned into you.

He ripped his hand away and sat up. He grabbed the waist of the shorts and wrenched them down your legs, quickly taking his between them again. You wriggled and batted out at his chest as his thumbs pressed against your hip bones and his hands crept down to knead your thighs.

“I can start again,” he brushed his fingers down your vee and you trembled as they danced along your cunt.

“No, Andy, please, you can still stop--”

“Shhhh, honey,” he pushed between your folds and you gasped, “it’s okay. I’ll still take care of you,” he glided over your cunt and made you twitch, “and the baby.”

He poked along your entrance and you whined helplessly as you reached to the cuff and pulled with both arms. Every muscles in your strained as you tried to break free of the headboard. He pushed a finger inside of you and you cried out.

“Andy, stop, please, no--”

He added another finger and slipped them in and out of you as he purred. You looked at his face and it sent a chill through you. His eyes were dark and clung to the movement of his hand, his brow set and his jaw squared with his intent. He wasn’t the grieving widower, he wasn’t the man lost and lonely, he was a monster.

“That’s it,” he turned his hand and flicked your clit with his thumb, “you want me. I feel it.”

You looked away as your wetness spread to his knuckles and along your folds. He kept his thumb moved as he curled his fingers inside of you and the pressure built as the tip of his touch. You gritted your teeth and shook your head helplessly.

“No,” you whispered, “no, no, no…”

He took his hand away suddenly and you felt empty. He lifted himself on his knees and rolled down his boxers. You didn’t look at him, you couldn’t, you only saw the silhouette of his nudity.

He pushed your thighs apart and spread himself over you, his elbow just beside you as he felt around between your bodies. His hot breath grazed your cheek and he kissed it firmly as he angled his tip between your folds. Your thighs clenched around him in a futile act of resistance as he found your entrance.

He pushed inside slowly and brought his other arm up beside you. He forced your head straight and you squeezed your eyes shut. He cradled your head between his hands and his lips brushed yours as he spoke, “open your eyes. Look at me.”

“Andy,” you murmured as he slowly got deeper, “please--”

“Look at me,” he demanded, “look at me!”

Your eyes snapped open and met his stormy blue ones. He bucked his hips and impaled you completely. You exclaimed and grasped his thick bicep in shock, your other hand balled above the cuff. Your legs bent around his thick thighs as you tried to stop him.

“God, you feel so good,” he purred as he began to rock, “don’t I feel good too?”

Your lashes fluttered away the rising tears and you sucked your lip in to keep from making a sound. You could look away as he held your head straight, his hand clamping around your jaw as he other arm bent beneath yours.

The room echoed with the noise of his flesh slapping yours as he sped up, his grunts and groans interlaced with the sickening symphony. You quivered as his pelvis rubbed against yours and stoked the heat in your core. You could not hold back the illicit response of your body as he ravaged it.

Your breath grew heavier and he gulped it down as he kissed you again, forcing his tongue between your lips as he devoured you. The whole bed moved in time with your body and the headboard knocked against the wall as his thrusts came closer and closer together and he buried himself as deep as he could with each tilt of his hips.

He drew his mouth away and pressed his cheek to yours as his muscles tensed and he puffed into the pillow, “this is it, honey. It all starts here.”

“Ah, please…” your voice fizzled and smothered your moan against his shoulder as your body spasmed. Your legs bent around him firmly as you orgasmed and your body arched beneath his desperately.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “that’s it. You take me so well. See… it was meant to… be.”

His breaths grew more rampant with his rhythm. His hand slipped down to cradle your cheek and his thumb stroked your flesh tenderly as he dipped into you over and over. His deep groans grew louder around you. He jerked into you sharply and his motion stuttered. He gripped your hip and held you down as he sheathed himself in your walls. 

He quaked as his hips slowed and he flooded you. He exhaled and as his lungs emptied, the strength left him entirely and he lowered himself over you weakly. His body pressed yours into the mattress, your sweat and his turned sticky as the air settled over you.

He stayed like that for what felt like forever. He moved slowly to lift himself up and he sat back, watching his dick slide out of you. Your thighs shook as your legs splayed around him. You felt his cum leak from you and he dragged his fingers along your cunt and scooped it back into you, coating his fingers in as he pushed them past your entrance once more. He smiled at the wet sounds of your cunt.

“That felt like the one,” he said, “but we can try again...”

He pulled his fingers out of you and admired the slickness that glistened over them. He reached down and gripped his dick, half-soft and spent. He winced as he began to stroke himself and let out stifled moans between his teeth.

“Maybe this time,” he purred as he angled himself inside of you again and lifted your legs against his torso. He bit his lips as he trembled, his cock oversensitive and overworked, “as many times as it takes, honey.”

[strikethematch18]

Dadzawa x F! Reader - Over Worked & Tired Part 1

It was now reaching the hour of at least 3 in the morning in Japan and you still hadn’t finished your paper proposal that you have been working on for hours on end. It certainly didn’t help that it was weeks overdue with only a few days until the end of the semester for your college courses back in America. 

You’re an American based student attending U.A. High, but also completing your bachelor’s degree at a college back in the states. Highly intelligent, as you were a member of Class 3-A and still in high school but only have one more semester until you finish your B.A. in English, about the same time you would graduate high school. Unfortunately, the time difference between the US and Japan has screwed with you reaching deadlines and a symptom of overusing your quirk is a lack of focus, something that you didn’t even tell your homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa. You were determined this was something you could do on your own.

Lately, you’ve been feeling like you have something to prove, almost like you’re somehow less than your peers as if your quirk wasn’t as useful or not powerful enough. As if your instant ability to feel empathy and affect emotions as well as being trained in formal combat in a similar fashion to Aizawa and his scarf. In fact, he was the one who worked with you and trained you with it. 

None the less you still felt like you were on your own with this and felt like you had to overdo yourself in training exercising. Quite frankly, you were on the serious verge of burn out, you wanted nothing more than to just curl up in your bed and watch a little TV after a nice hot shower. But non the less you had to push those desires aside to finish your college semester out strong.

You take another drink of your contraband energy drink, as a student at esteemed high school U.A. things like those were highly frowned upon as they were enhancing your energy to perform due to their abnormal amount of caffeine. Right now, you didn’t give a damn, you were going to be up all night and had early morning training with Aizawa and you are exhausted either way. Just trying to pull these long nights to finish on time. The dark circles were aware to you and your sluggish movements during the day meant a lot more effort on your quirk.

The door to your dorm room was still open allowing light from the outside room to shine into your room as well as your small little desk lamp providing you with a little bit of light for you to write and research on your laptop. You had a light but warm blanket wrapped around you as you were cold and it was around you very similarly to Aizawa’s sleeping bag come to think about it. You were generally cold a greater portion of the time but this felt a little different than normal, you were starting to become congested, never a good sign.

You sighed as you dropped your pencil on your papers and took your hands and rubbed your face and sat there for a moment just resting them there. You could hear footsteps down the hall and took it as someone getting up to go to the kitchens for something, it was an often occurrence. It did slip your mind that teachers would take shifts to do monitoring at different times in the night just taking a stroll down the hallways making sure everything was alright. Honestly, most teachers just slacked on it most of the time so it wasn’t a regular thing. It didn’t really dawn on you that the footsteps were getting closer to your room and the kitchen was the opposite direction. 

Usually, hallway patrols took around 10 minutes for teachers to complete which is why they were skipped so often, but Aizawa actually decided to do his tonight. And to his surprise, he saw one door open compared to the rest closed. His first thought was thinking about what was wrong and quickened his pace. But when he reached your door he couldn’t help but examine your hunched over posture wrapped in your blanket and head in hands, surrounded by loose papers, post its, pens, books, and laptop.

He knew you had a little extra course load normally but he didn’t realize it was something you would be doing well into the night, he just figured you were about to balance everything extremely well as you never complained and usually performed well in classes. However, thinking back to the last week you have seemed a little more tired and in a daze resulting in more quirk effort. The overuse of quirks segment of your student file was blank and he never made the effort to find out. 

He continued to stand at your door for another minute and saw the can of energy drink beside you knowing you were a good kid and wouldn’t resort to something as foolish as that without it being a last resort. Aizawa briefly knocked on your door to alert you of his presence. He did have a soft spot for you compared to Midoria or Bakoguo so he was a little more gentle with you.

“Hey kid, what are you still doing up?”

Startled out your state you did a small jump in your desk chair, “Just trying to write this essay. It’s a few weeks overdue and the end of the semester is soon so I need to get this in.”

He took a few steps into your room and stood behind you, “12th-century convents and monasteries in Italy. Hmm, that doesn’t sound very interesting. What kind of class is this for?”

“It’s for my Origins of western though class, medieval through the renaissance. And trust me, it really isn’t, especially when you can’t focus on it at all,” you replied.

“You’re having trouble focusing?” he asked genuinely concerned, he had never heard those words come from you before.

You put your face back in your hands and simply said, “Quirk overuse.”

Aizawa was taken aback for a short moment, you were never one to complain or let someone know when there was something going on, “God kid how long has this been going on?”

“This time? At least since last week.”

“This time? So this isn’t something new?” he was a little shocked since this was the first time he heard of any of your overuse symptoms. 

“God no, there’s also an extra degree of fatigue and the occasional headache. Night terrors are kinda common too.”

“Shit Y\N why have you never mentioned this before?”

“It just never seemed to be all that important really, I’ve handled it by myself for years why start before now?”

“When was the last time you got a decent nights sleep, you’re starting to look like me. You’ve even got the whole blanket thing going for you,” he asked looking at your form sitting at your desk as you shifted in your seat to look at him.

“Uh, you know, that’s a really good question and it’s been long enough that I can’t fully remember. To be truthful, I just want to finish this so I can take a warm shower and go to sleep.”

When you looked at him he got a better look at you. To be truthful you looked horrible and he started to feel bad because it was evident you were working yourself to death, and keeping up with both school lives on top of his added one-on-one training sessions were taking a toll on you. He had also noticed the congestion in your voice, that was never a good sign.

He put his hand on your forehead and you leaned into even though it felt cold to you it still felt nice, “Kid you’re burning up, you have a fever, why don’t you stop for the night and get that shower you want and you can crash on my couch tonight so I can keep an eye on you.”

“With all due respect sir, I need to finish this, my professor has been on me for weeks on end on this. I have to finish it tonight. And I couldn’t possibly bother you with just congestion and small fever.”

Aizawa sighed and took a seat on the edge of your still made bed, “Listen, kid, I’ll let you finish. I'm going to sit here until you're done and you’re coming with me.”

You put your head down as you knew there was no way out of this one. He took a book off your nightstand and began reading it as you continue your work. It took you about 2 more hours and he had managed to doze off wait for you. You look back at him sleeping quietly and simply close your laptop for the night and lay your head down and close your eyes for just a second truthfully, you felt horrible. In the absence of your typing, Aizawa woke up and saw you with your head down and got up and put a hand on your shoulder feeling the elevated body heat from your fever radiating through you. 

He quietly sighed and in his general monotone voice said, “Come on kiddo let’s go, grab some comfy clothes and you can shower back at my room.”

You compiled and went to stand up but immediately the word was spinning and you had to grab onto the desk to steady yourself. He had immediately put a hand around your waist and only your shoulder not wanting you to fall in your sick weakened state.

“Okay, new plan, We’re going straight to my room, I’ll just give you some clothes and you can take a sitting down shower. I don’t want you to exert any more energy and risk you falling and hurting yourself, so I’m going to carry you, is that okay?”

You gave a small nod and he put one arm under your knees and one on your mid-back and you put your arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest feeling small. And quite truthfully, Aizawa did notice you were a little nighter and a little bonier than he expected before, almost as if you had been skipping meals.

Walking with you down the hallway still wrapped in your blanket ha=e quietly asked, “Kid I need you to be honest with me, are you eating?”

You give a small groan in response, “I accidentally forgot for a few days I’ve just been too busy and didn’t realize.”

Aizawa sighed and realized how work-oriented you are, stopping for nothing and not accomplishing things for your health, “I’ll make you some soup while you’re in the shower okay, then will you please eat a little bit of it?”

You simply nodded your head in his chest resulting in a lack of verbal response.

Once making it back to his living quarters he opened the door and was greeted by a cat waiting for him to get back. He closed the door behind both of you and took you to the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet and told you to undress and take a shower, and he would leave clothes and some towels for you in a bit. 

As you did that and carefully sat down at the bottom of the shower and turned the water on you immediately felt the warm water hitting your skin rinsing some of the sick away and you let out a small cough, which didn’t go unnoticed by your teacher leaving a pair of black sweatpants and a charcoal grey sweater that will be much too large for you but are clean clothes you should find comfortable.

[hotpinkhoshi]

let me (m) | park chanyeol

pairing: park chanyeol x f! reader

genre: little angst, fluff, smut

word count: 2.5k

summary: after a rough day in the studio, chanyeol knows a surefire way to make himself feel better. 

a/n: umm hi everybody! i know this may not be what you’re used to or what you expected if you haven’t been following my blog. i’ve been captured by park chanyeol, and i’m still coming to terms with it but i desperately wanted to try to write a cute fluffy drabble for him. it ended up at 2.5k and a little smutty. also, i haven’t been writing as much as i’d like to lately, so... forgive me if you can tell that i’m a bit rusty!

You first noticed something was off when Chanyeol was quiet entering your shared apartment. Normally, he’d be calling out for you or for Toben, or perhaps singing softly to himself. More often than not, he was in an exceptional mood when he got off work and finally came home to you. 

But today was different. Chanyeol simply walked through the front door and locked it behind him, setting his keys onto the wooden table set up in the entryway. You stood in the kitchen, halfway done chopping up the veggies you needed for tonight’s dinner. Toben was curled under the kitchen table, more than happy to be left on his own with his favorite stuffed toy. 

“Yeol? Is that you?” you called, after noticing that he didn’t greet you as normal. 

“It’s me,” came his reply, his tone low and without inflection. 

You listened as his slippered steps carried through the apartment into the kitchen, setting your knife down and wiping your hands on a towel. When you turned to look at Chanyeol, you could read it all over his face. 

Chanyeol didn’t often have bad days. He had long days, tiring days that drained his energy near his breaking point, but he rarely had days that had his mouth fixed into a frown and a crease settling deep between his brows. Today seemed to be one of those days. 

“Oh, babe,” you said, your own mouth turning down into a sympathetic pout. “What happened?”

Something about the way he looked, ears sticking out from under his beanie, enormous hoodie draped over half his body, and his pink house slippers just made you want to melt into a puddle. The pathetic, yet adorable expression was just the cherry on top. 

“Mmph,” he grunted, closing the distance between your bodies to wrap his arms around your waist. He ducked down, burying his head into your neck. “Don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbled as you circled your arms around his torso. 

The whine in his voice let you know that whatever had him so pouty was nothing serious. More than likely, it was a particularly difficult day in the studio, one of those sessions where nothing seemed to come out right.

You stood there for as long as he needed you to, letting his warmth envelop you completely. Bit by bit, you felt some of the tension leave his body. No words were needed as he relished in the comfort that your presence brought him. 

“Baby,” he finally said, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. “Can dinner wait? Kinda just want to cuddle with you for a while.” 

Years into your relationship, and he could still make your heart swell as if you were still in the midst of falling in love. Even something as simple as a kiss, expertly placed right at your sweet spot, was enough to have your pulse racing. 

“Of course,” you answered, arms sliding around to his front so you could clasp his hands in yours. Once he’d pulled away enough for you to see his face, you leaned up on your tip toes to place a kiss to the freckle on his nose. 

You let Chanyeol lead you back to the bedroom where he didn’t bother flipping the light switch, just tugged you to the bed. After he flopped onto his stomach, you stifled a giggle and climbed in after him, snuggling up to his side. 

In the process of maneuvering into the desired cuddling position, Chanyeol’s beanie slipped off to reveal his wildly messy hair, making him look all the more kissable. Especially with that little pout and puppy dog eyes he was giving you. 

“How was your day?” he asked softly. He had scooted down the bed, his face resting against your stomach as his arms looped around your waist. 

You shrugged and rested your hands on his broad shoulders. “It was good. Missed you, though,” you told him honestly. 

Chanyeol chuckled, his breath tickling your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. “I always miss you.” 

“Yeah?” you asked. 

“Mm. Can you play with my hair?” 

Your lips quirked into a smile as you slipped a hand up the nape of his neck into the soft waves of his hair. The man might have been a head taller than you and be able to pick you up as if you weighed nothing, but he had no shame asking for you to rub his back or play with his hair when he couldn’t sleep, or needed some extra comfort. 

“Is everything okay?” you whispered. 

Chanyeol hummed, eyes still closed, and you felt his shoulders shrug. “Just wasn’t a good day. Thought I could finish the song today but I just couldn’t get it right.” 

You could hear the disappointment in his voice, directed at himself alone. He was hard on himself when his creativity didn’t cooperate with his plans, and you absolutely understood. In his industry, he was constantly working towards a deadline no matter how inspired or drained he was feeling. 

“I’m sorry baby.” You slid your fingers through his hair, petting the back of his head softly. Chanyeol brought you closer and nuzzled into your tummy, his eyelashes tickling your skin. 

“S’okay,” he whispered. 

A few minutes of silence passed between the two of you, just enjoying each other’s company in the quiet of the home that you shared together. Your eyes fell shut after a while, though your fingers continued to card through Chanyeol’s hair. 

Just as you were nearly drifting off, you barely registered the feeling of his body shifting, ever so slightly. Then he was pushing your shirt up, revealing a larger expanse of your torso. 

Goosebumps formed as Chanyeol pressed his lips against your skin, soft and featherlight. You shivered, your eyes fluttering open. 

“Yeol.”

“Yeah?” 

“What’cha doing?” 

You felt him smile mid-kiss. “Mm, I’m just cuddling.”

Running your tongue over your teeth, you stifled a gasp when his touch traveled lower, dangerously close to the waistband of your leggings. 

“Baby,” you whispered, lifting your head to stare down at him. 

You were met with a mischievous stare, that glint in his eye telling you everything you needed to know. Maybe he’d had a bad day, but Chanyeol was a man that knew what he wanted. There was usually little to no room for persuading him otherwise. 

“What? You don’t like it?” 

A kiss under your bellybutton had you swallowing instead of answering at first, the movement of your fingers in his hair coming to a halt. 

“Oh, no, I do. I just… didn’t think you’d be in the mood. For this.” 

Chanyeol only hummed and shook his head, dragging his lips down even lower. His arms untangled from under your body, big hands traveling along your sides, warming you up with his touch. 

“Can I?”

His voice was quiet, a seemingly innocent question. If you had answered no, that you simply weren’t in the mood or you were too tired, you knew he would back off. But for him, the answer was always yes. 

At first, you’d been embarrassed how quickly he could have you spreading for him, folds dripping with arousal and voice begging for him to touch you. But Chanyeol had quickly shown that you had no reason to be bashful around him. 

“Mhm,” you replied, hips lifting as your leggings were peeled from your legs. “But I wanna make you feel better.”

Chanyeol looked up at you then, his big eyes twinkling with stars and the sweetest smile on his lips. “Trust me, this will make me feel better.” 

His smile was so contagious that you found yourself laughing softly, fingers trailing down to the tips of his ears. You squeezed the cartilage playfully and wiggled your hips as warmth traveled through your entire body. 

As always, Chanyeol took his time. He liked to build you up, make you quiver for him and beg, before finally diving in and giving you what you wanted. It drove you insane in the most glorious way. 

You got comfy, enjoying the gentle kisses he was peppering onto your stomach and hips, his hands gripping your sides to hold you in place. At this point, he knew your body and the way you liked to be handled. He knew you loved when he put his hands on you and handled you however he pleased. 

“Legs up,” he whispered, at the same time he scooted down the bed until his head was between your thighs. 

You obeyed, lifting each of your legs to hook them over his shoulders. When Chanyeol went down on you, he liked to press as close to you as he could, have your thighs pressing so tightly into his face that you could feel each clench of his jaw. And you couldn’t complain. 

“My pretty girl,” Chanyeol muttered, as if to himself, as he leaned in to kiss your thighs. 

“Do you have to tease?” you asked, huffing softly and jerking your hips. Just ten minutes ago, you hadn’t been in the mood in the slightest, and now he had you squirming and praying for him to get on with it. 

Chanyeol chuckled, the deep tone sending tingles down to your fingertips. “I just wanna enjoy you. Is that okay?” 

It was a sweet sentiment, but you knew him well enough to know that it was mostly because he wanted to drive you crazy. “I guess.” 

For a few more minutes, Chanyeol dragged it out, though you were grateful when he pulled back briefly to remove your underwear. His kisses got closer and closer to the place you needed him most and you found yourself breathing heavier, pulse racing with anticipation. 

“Baby,” you started to whine, just as Chanyeol flattened his tongue to lick a stripe up your center. You gasped, then groaned, fingers digging back into his hair to squeeze tightly. 

The act encouraged him. He delved in and got to work, latching his mouth around your clit while flicking his tongue back and forth at a quick, practiced pace. You were loud, now, your moans and whimpers echoing throughout the apartment. 

Chanyeol alternated between sucking and licking your clit, all while he held your thighs around his shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh to keep you in place.

“Right there, oh-” you whined. “Feels so good, Yeol, you’re so good…” 

Maybe this was why he had been so adamant about tending to you, rather than letting you take care of him. As much as you wanted to get on your knees for him and cheer him up, you knew he needed this. He needed to be reminded that he was a man, capable of anything, including making you come with just his mouth. 

Words were tumbling from your lips, praises of his mouth and his tongue, the way he was making you feel, and how much you loved him. It seemed the more you egged him on, the faster he went, the more determined he was to send you towards your peak. 

You lifted your head and stared down at him because you loved to watch, and you were not disappointed. Chanyeol’s face was buried between your thighs but his eyes, they were open, staring back up at you. 

“That’s it baby, fuck. You’re the best. Right there, yeah,” you whispered, gulping as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth. 

There was determination in his eyes, a dangerous and exhilarating stare that you had come to know very well. You could feel the pressure building and the heat practically radiating off your skin the closer you got to the edge. 

You started to squirm, both trying to draw yourself closer and further from the overwhelming pleasure at the same time. Chanyeol didn’t miss a beat, tightening his arms around your thighs and shoving his face deeper into your heat. 

“I’m g-” you stuttered, fingers clawing at his hair, the hood of his sweatshirt, his sleeve, until both hands found the back of his head and gripped it firmly. “I’m gonna-” 

Chanyeol hummed against you, the deep vibrations like a shockwave straight through your entire body. The tension snapped and you cried out, nearly sobbing from the euphoria he’d given you in such a short time. 

Your body jerked with each wave of pleasure, back arching off the bed and hips wriggling despite how hard he was holding onto your flesh. His mouth never stopped licking and sucking, creating obscene noises that only made your orgasm more intense. 

When it all became too much, you found yourself bending away from him, pushing at his head to avoid overstimulation. There was a time and place for that, and to be honest, he didn’t have the stamina for it today. 

So he just kissed your skin, gently stroking your thighs and kissing over your stomach as you came down from your high. Your chest heaved with deep breaths and when you opened your eyes, you found they had been clamped shut so tightly there were stars in your vision at first. 

Once he was hovering over you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss. You tasted yourself and smiled, not ashamed to enjoy it. When you pulled away, Chanyeol tucked his face into your neck just as he had earlier, though this time he felt a thousand times lighter. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered with a gentle kiss under your ear. 

“No, thank you,” you replied with a laugh, ruffling your hand through his hair. 

Chanyeol chuckled into your neck before he flopped back over onto his back, a blissful smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling. 

“At least I know I can be the best at something today,” he confessed, glancing over at you with a smirk. “Just call me the pussy eating champion.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you told him, though you found yourself giggling while you dressed your bottom half.

You turned over once you’d pulled your leggings on, settling onto your stomach so that you could prop yourself onto your elbows. There was an obvious tent in his joggers, proving to you that eating you out was just as pleasurable for him as it was for you. 

But when you reached out for his belt buckle, Chanyeol opened his eyes. “As much as I would love that, I’m starving.” 

“You’d rather eat than have me suck you off?” you asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. 

Chanyeol just shrugged and climbed off the bed, reaching for your hands. When he pulled you to stand, his eyes were full of the kind of adoration that could only exist between two people that were truly, deeply in love. 

“Later.” 

The rest of the evening you spent in the kitchen, finishing dinner as a team and eating on the couch while you found something mind numbing to play on the TV. You didn’t end up returning the favor, but neither of you seemed to care too much as you dozed off together on the couch, limbs and hearts intwined. 

[sunshinetoshi]

been thinking of akaashi angst with you were beautiful by day6 for the song event hmmm

akaashi x reader (1.4k words)

i don’t want you to hurt but can’t help it

tw: angst (breakup)

A/N: ouchies. thank you anon for sending this in 💓💓 i hope you don’t mind i used the english version but i linked the original version!! also i don’t know how much this goes with the song exactly but i started writing and it kinda wrote itself?? that’s why it got long asfajkd. i feel a bit rusty writing PAINFUL angst but i still really liked this one and i had fun (even with the pain lol). oh and they're out of hs and have jobs etc. but i didn't put 'timeskip' cause i didn't put details of his job or anything :))

Time felt like it stood still when he was with them. Their laugh was a ballad he was entranced by, never wanting it to end. Holding them in his arms for even a few minutes instead felt like a few hours. That’s what made him even more sure that he wanted to spend forever with them. Infinite happiness when he was with them.

The problem however was when he wasn’t with them. Time can be excruciatingly slow. Especially when you spend it alone.

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Akaashi entered the apartment. As usual he was sure not to make too much noise as he set his keys and work things away before making his way to the bedroom. Closing each door with care and shuffling around the bathroom quickly and quietly. And finally he was able to climb the bed and lay next to you.

He smiled at your sleeping face, to say you were beautiful was an understatement. He hovered over to kiss your forehead as he’s done every night these past two weeks. He was about to press his lips to your forehead when he frowned at the dry tear stains on your cheeks. He reached out and traced them, guilt building as he predicted the reason for your tears.

You stirred and took a deep inhale as you awoke. “Keiji?”

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry for waking you,” he finally kissed your forehead.

“It’s okay,” you said sleepily. You pushed his hair back and smiled at the face you’d been missing. “How was work?”

“Fine, we can talk about that in the morning.” He softly grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm. “Were you crying, love?”

You were quiet for a bit and you snuggled closer into his chest, “Yeah, but I’m okay now.”

“Are you sure?” He knew you weren’t.

You breathed in the fabric of his shirt, relaxing at the smell of clean laundry. And even in your tired state you thought about how it was strange how you two used the same soap and detergent but his clothes in particular still smelled like home. “I’m sure, baby. We should go to sleep, you’ve got an early morning don’t you?”

That only made Akaashi feel worse. Early mornings and late nights. That was his work schedule recently with the new project and pressing deadlines. And his team was just talking about how this was going to become the new normal with all the success happening right now. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and couldn’t ignore that voice in the back of his head. The one that always filled him with uncalled-for dread. What if you two couldn’t survive this new normal?

That fear gained more ground with each night the following week. It was evident you were crying yourself to sleep each night. Yet in the mornings when he asked, there was always a different excuse. Watching a movie, seeing a heart-warming trending video, etc. You never told him what he already knew. You were crying because you two hardly saw each other anymore. You missed him. He knew he missed you.

One night he came home and the bedside lamps were still on, light illuminating the crack under the bedroom door. And he could hear you crying.

“Baby?” His voice came from behind the door.

You quickly wiped the tears from your face as the door swung open, wondering how you didn't hear him enter the apartment. You attempted a smile at him as you wiped your nose with your sleeve. “Hey, love!” You looked at the little clock at Akaashi’s side of the bed. You didn’t realize how late it was.

He sat on the edge of the bed next to you. “Hey,” he rubbed your knee and when he spoke it was gentle. “Are you okay?”

“Of course! You’re home,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and went in for a kiss.

But the tears that fell as you two kissed betrayed the words you said.

When you pulled away he wiped your tears dry, angry it wasn’t the first or last time he made you cry. “We need to talk about this, Y/N.” A pause. “We haven’t been doing okay.”

You shook your head but he cut you off before you could even begin.

“Love, you’ve been miserable this past month..And it’s all my fault.”

“Hey, no it’s not. Don’t talk like that Keji. I’m okay really I-”

“You’re not!” The volume of his voice shocked both of you. It contrasted greatly with the silence that came after.

“Being with me is hurting you.” His head hung low.

“Keiji.” your voice was sharp, causing him to look at you. “Stop telling me how I’m feeling, okay? You’re beating yourself up for nothing. I said I’m okay. We’re going to be fine, this is just a bump in the road.”

“This isn’t just a bump. These are my normal hours now. How are we going to be fine? We can’t even talk about how much we miss each other, Y/N. And how does crying yourself to sleep each night qualify you as being okay? You don’t deserve any of this, you deserve better.”

You wipe at the tears that won’t stop falling. “You think better is when we’re not together?” The way your voice cracked broke Akaashi’s heart further.

“It’ll be better for you,” he whispered.

You scoffed, “It wouldn’t be. Why is that your first way of addressing this? Do you know I haven’t been telling you I missed you because I’d rather miss you and know I’ll wake up with you next to me than have a trial like this end what we have. Don’t you feel the same way?”

He rubbed his eyes in distress, “Of course I’ve thought about that but-”

“But what?” Your eyes widened at the way you spat the question out. Your features softened, hating the way the air was tense. “Baby, we can work through this, together. If this is what comes with your job then we’re going to make it work. It’s exactly what we talked about all that time ago,” you said as you wrapped your hand around his, “We’re building our future.”

You smiled remembering all those talks through the years, how the conversation always ended with a nod toward the future. But after those memories glazed over you your eyes settled on Akaashi, who was refusing to meet your gaze. “Baby?”

He didn’t say anything as he pulled his hand from your grasp. In his heart he believed he was making the right choice.

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Time is fleeting. It was something Akaashi didn’t believe when he was with you, frozen in a state of paradise. But now he agreed. How was it that months had passed since he broke your heart?

And while work kept him busy he still constantly thought about you. One day he found himself flipping through the photo albums you left when you moved out. You really were the most beautiful person he had ever met, inside and out.

It happened so quickly. He almost wasn’t mentally present but he knew it was real when he heard the dialing tone. He prepared himself to reach the voicemail machine, wondering what he could say. Or if he should just hang up now.

Then he heard the line connect.

“Hello?”

It was like he was reinvigorated with life when he heard your voice.

“Hey bab-” he stopped himself. Old habits do die hard apparently. “Hey, Y/N.”

The line was quiet for a while but he could hear your breathing.

“How are-”

“Don’t.” Your voice trembled. “Don’t ask me how I am.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” For everything.

“No, Keiji. You don’t get to apologize. You don’t have the right to call me. You’re the one who broke up with me. You’re the one who didn’t want to fight for us. You-you can’t. God, I don’t even know why I picked up.”

He felt instant regret when he heard you crying. It seemed making you cry was the only thing he could do. He wiped at his own tears.

“I know..trust me I know. I just..I hope you’re doing well.”

It was a while before you spoke again. “Akaashi, I hope you’re doing well too but please..please don’t call me anymore. I don’t think I can handle it.. Maybe you were right about us, I don’t know. But I know I can’t do this, this phone call. Please..” Your voice cracked. “Goodbye, Akaashi.

-----

You hung up the phone and brought your hand to your mouth. You stared around your relatively new bedroom and it seemed bigger than it did a few minutes ago, scarier.

Even when you were with the love of your life you experienced loneliness. Now he was gone and you were forced to face solitude. And you hoped with all your heart that what they say is true. Time heals all wounds.

songfic event is now closed [regular requests are open <33]

[kindahoping4forever]

You Were Digging Plants, I Dug You // Ashton Irwin

This concept started a while back as a prompt fill and then I got stuck, used the prompt for a different piece and then that allowed me to get unstuck. (Yay!) Thank you to @cal-puddies​ for cheering me on while I figured it out (no jokes about it being too long, only clown emojis so you KNOW shit’s about to go down tbh) and also to @ashtonangst​ for her rallying when I gave her a sneak preview. 

Warnings: Boyfriend!Ash (back to basics, pals), what I can only describe as Domestic Thirst, Gardening!Ash, Hammock!Ash, literally so much thirst, brief reference to exhibitionism and bondage, unprotected sex in an established relationship, oral sex performed on a male

Word Count: 3707

Masterlist // Taglist // Ko-Fi

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You walk into the kitchen and sit your breakfast dishes in the sink, smiling to yourself when you see that Ashton has already swooped in and washed the pans you left sitting on the stove “to soak.” It was a rare occurrence for you to be up before him but you were working from home on deadline and had gotten up unreasonably early to finish up a project in time. 

With your responsibilities out of the way earlier than usual, part of you had hoped you’d find your boyfriend still in bed so you could sneak in a few extra zzzs, maybe some cuddle time. But as you survey the kitchen, you spot his keys and sports bottle on the counter, indicating he’d already been out for a run, which is typical. You fill a glass with ice, pour some coffee over it and pad off in search of Ash.

You’re not surprised where you find him: out back, indulging in his newfound favorite pastime: gardening. You’re not sure how or why this hobby started but he absolutely loves it and you've come to appreciate it too: it’s hard not to get swept up when he’s excited about something. He currently appears to be in the middle of a heated confrontation with his green beans so you decide not to bother him just yet and you settle into a chaise lounger with your coffee.

You close your eyes, lean back in your chair and bask in the morning sun for a while until you reach for your glass and feel an empty table. You frown in confusion and open your eyes to see Ashton standing over you, happily taking a sip while checking his phone. 

“Well good morning to you too, THIEF,” you jab. “You know, there’s a whole pot inside if you want coffee.”

He shrugs and takes another sip. “Don’t want coffee, want your coffee.”

Undeterred by the offended look you’re giving him, he sits on the edge of your chair and rubs your thigh. He asks you how your work went and you chat about your mornings, passing the iced drink back and forth between you until it's finished.

Ash sits the glass back down on the table and leans in to give you a quick peck before resuming his work. You attempt to deepen the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck and trying to pull him closer but he chuckles against your lips and breaks free.

“The clouds are starting to move, baby, I need to finish up before it gets too hot,” he explains, gesturing at the sky.

You run your hands over his arm as he gets up to leave. “But I missed not getting my wakeup call this morning,” you whine playfully. Since you started working from home, your favorite part of the day had quickly become seeing which one of you would be the first to suggest the morning start off with a little fooling around.

“Gotta get those stakes in the ground for my tomatoes,” he replies, squeezing your hand as he stands next to your chair, selecting a new playlist to accompany his work.

“You’d rather pound wooden stakes instead of your own girlfriend?” You tease, mockingly striking a sexy pose.

“Well especially now that you’ve referred to my sincere lovemaking as ‘pounding,’ ” he deadpans. You playfully kick at him from your chair but you’re a split second too late and he’s already walking back out to the garden. 

You leave him to his work and return a while later with your laptop and another coffee, planning to get some work done while enjoying the nice day and your boyfriend’s company. But as you sit your things on the table, one glance over to the garden makes you realize you’ve walked into quite the distracting environment. 

Judging from the pair of 8 foot wooden poles that are now protruding from the ground and the amount of sweat soaking through the back of his white t-shirt, Ashton has been hard at work. You're impressed by his progress but as he climbs onto his step stool to place his last stake, you realize it’s the perfect stage for you to drink in all the things you love about the way he’s built and you find your mind and eyes wandering. 

You watch closely as he stretches his body to reach the top of the post and when you see the way his t-shirt is pulling between his shoulder blades, you’re reminded of how you were deprived of dragging your nails down his back that morning. Your eyes travel down and you consider how much you love his ass in light wash denim and how tight the material fits over his thick thighs.

Before you get too far fantasizing about bouncing on his thigh, Ash begins hammering the stick into the soil and your focus is drawn to his arms flexing with each strike; the rolled up sleeves of his t-shirt leave his glistening muscles and tattoos on display. You shift in your seat when you notice his long fingers curling around the rod and you start thinking about how much you wish they were wrapping around something else, like your throat or his own cock.

Your filthy daydream is shattered by the vibration of your phone, alerting you to a text message. You manage to tear yourself away long enough to type out what you hope is a coherent reply and when you look back up, he’s almost done tying the vines of his plant to the newly installed stake. He furrows his brow and you can’t help but recognize it’s the same look of concentration you saw on his face last week when you watched him tie your wrists to the bed frame.  

You zone out until you see he’s on his way to return the toolbox and stool to the garage. You feign interest in what’s on your computer screen and somehow manage not to watch his ass as he walks away.

When Ash returns 10 minutes later you nearly burst out laughing at the absurdity of your situation. He’s traded his jeans for a loose pair of athletic shorts, lost his shirt entirely and is heading towards you with a giant bag of soil effortlessly hoisted over one shoulder and a large ceramic pot on the other.

“Just about finished there, handsome?” You ask, hoping the desperation you were feeling doesn’t come through in your voice.

“Not quite,” he says, oblivious to your need and instead bubbling about his project. “Those lavender seeds you picked out were delivered this morning, I wanna pot a couple of those for you.”

Your body is frustrated knowing you’ll have to wait longer for his attention but your heart sings at how happy this all makes him and how eager he is to share it with you. “Sounds good,” you smile at him. “I have a couple things to finish up and then maybe I'll make us some lunch.” 

He sits in the seat next to you, beaming, setting up his supplies at the table. You both get to work but it takes less than five minutes for you to let your eyes wander over and observe him leaning over his pot, working with his large hands.

You feel a varied wave of emotions watching him. In one moment, seeing his hands firmly pat the soil with an open palm, you feel the urgent need to have him recreate that action on your ass. But in the next, the gentle way he’s handling the seeds reminds you of how his hands tenderly dance over your skin when you’re laying in bed, satisfied and talking softly to each other. 

Ashton feels your gaze on him and looks up, eyes sparkling. “This’ll be so much fun when it blooms, baby, you made a good pick,” he exuberantly chats while you gather up your things. “Soaps and teas and candles… we’re gonna make so much fuckin’ cool shit.”

You smile fondly at his excitement and lean down to hug him from behind as you pass by. “You’re cute, you know that?” You press a kiss to the tattoo on the back of his neck and head inside.

You putter around the house, doing mundane things like plugging in your computer and seeing what's available for lunch but you can't keep your mind from wandering, filling with thoughts both erotic and soft. You thought this started just from disrupting your usual morning routine with him but it’s spiraled into the most distracting thing of all: you're horny but now you're horny with feelings.

You poke your head out the backdoor to ask Ash if he’ll be ready to eat soon but he’s not at the table where you left him; you laugh when you walk further into the yard and see him sprawled out in his hammock with his eyes closed.

“The second I leave, suddenly you’re done working. I’m starting to think that was all just a show for me,” you joke as you get closer.

He smiles at the sound of your voice and opens his arms, swinging one leg out of the hammock, placing it on the ground to stabilize it, indicating for you to get in.

“Ew, you’re all sweaty, though,” you tease as you carefully climb in.

He snorts as if to say “yeah right” as you curl up into his side and rest your head directly on his bare chest. He strokes your hair, you draw designs on his skin with your fingertips and you both lay quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the fresh air and the presence of each other. 

“Everything’s looking great out there, Ash,” you break the silence to compliment him. “You’re really working hard and it shows. I love that you love it so much.” You lean down to press a kiss to the coin tattoo on his side.

You can feel the pride and appreciation radiating from him as he kisses the top of your head. “Thanks, baby. It’s been a lot of fun exploring something new.”

“I can tell... And watching you out there today kinda made me want to have some fun exploring too,” you say with a flirtatious edge to your voice, your hands starting to dance down his chest.

He giggles with delight, “That’s so fucking lame!” He cradles your chin up to him and kisses you sweetly. “You only get that cheesy when you're really worked up; I thought I felt you eyeing me out there but I didn’t know it was that bad, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know how you expect me to react, all sweaty and muscle-y and shit,” you playfully slap his chest and defend yourself. “I’m sitting there hoping you’ll be done so I can shower with you and instead you want to plant something for me? How am I not supposed to be dripping?”

Ashton laughs heartily and it reverberates throughout your entire body as you lay on him. You love the sound but you love the taste of him even more so you press your lips to his again. The two of you lay there, cuddled up together in the hammock, lazily making out for a lot longer than you would’ve expected, given how badly you’ve been wanting him all day.

Eventually, his hand ends up under your t-shirt and your hand finds its way down his shorts. Neither of you are in a hurry to speed things along; he leisurely palms your breasts, occasionally twirling a nipple. You lightly stroke his cock, enough to get him hard but not so much that he’s eager for this part to be over. It’s a comfortable, casual groove you fall into; enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies and the desire that mounts with each murmur escaping from both your and his lips.

You continue like this for a bit longer until his hand travels down your shorts and he feels how wet you are for him; the groan he lets out against your lips makes your stomach flip.

“Fuck, baby, you do need it, don’t you?” He teases you, fingers dipping in and out of your folds. “Poor thing, have you been soaked like this all morning? Think I’ve spoiled you, can’t even go a few hours without me.”

You moan into his kiss and together, you get yourself out of your shorts and panties. Ash tosses his own shorts to the side and you can tell he’s trying to mentally run the logistics and figure out which position is best suited to hammock sex; you’ve admittedly spent a fair amount of time thinking about this and you spring into action, cautiously rearranging your bodies, aiming to get on top. 

The bed starts swaying as you move and he instinctively puts his leg on the ground to stabilize it like before; you nod your approval and are able to safely straddle him. He rubs your thighs affectionately and offers, “This seems a little ill-advised, let’s go in and I’ll fuck you in the shower like you said.”

You lean down to kiss first his lips and then over his jaw and neck. “You’ve done so much work today, babe,” you reply, already a bit breathy. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

You sit up and slip him inside you; you take a moment to close your eyes and savor the sensation of him filling you, stretching you out. He’s right, you must be spoiled. You had him just last night and yet you’ve been craving this feeling and you’re so relieved to finally be experiencing it again.

You tentatively start moving on his cock, trying to test the limitations of your current location; he swings his other leg out the other side, giving you a bit more steadiness to work with but you still pay close attention to your movements. A couple bounces has the hammock making questionable noises so you decide on a kind of slow, rocking motion to start off with.

“This good for you, Ash?” You check, biting your lip to hold in a moan, wanting to get an honest opinion from him.

“Mmm hmm,” he murmurs, hands running all over your ass and thighs. “Don’t kill us, don’t kill my hammock and I’m good with anything, baby.” You roll your eyes at his noncommittal attitude but judging by the way he’s licking his lips and his fingers are digging into your skin, it seems to be working for him just fine. 

You lean back, bracing yourself on his legs to get a different angle; you close your eyes and moan as he hits deeper inside you, causing you to arch your back. You feel his hands trying to pull your shirt up but he can’t quite reach. “Wanna see those pretty tits, baby,” he rasps. 

Ashton holds your hips, helping you balance as you sit up and pull your top off. You look around slightly, considering your surroundings as you throw the clothing to the ground. You lean in and lowly ask, “That wall is high enough that no one can see, right? I’m not trying to give a peep show to the neighbors.”

“Oh sweetheart, they’ve definitely already seen the show when I’ve had you pressed against the upstairs window before,” he jokes, massaging your breasts now that you're close enough.

You shake your head amusedly and resume moving. You circle your hips a few times but the bed shifts a little more than you’d like so you try a slower grind. You discover you’re able to achieve a wonderful friction on your clit if you keep at it while you’re leaned in to him and you can’t help the sounds that begin pouring from your lips.

Ash pinches your nipples, watching with rapt attention as you work yourself up. “Love seeing you like this,” he breathes. “So hot watching you use my cock to get what you need.” 

You scratch your nails over his chest and he hisses; you whimper softly in return and lean in more, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. “Want you to get what you need too, handsome,” you pant against him, increasing your pace a little.

“What I need is for us to get off before one of us gets so rowdy we end up flying out of this hammock,” he cracks, desire and amusement lighting up his eyes.

His hands roam from your chest to your ass and he grips your cheeks tight. He experimentally rocks up into you, causing you both to gasp. He gently moves against you again and you slowly follow his pleasurable rhythm while remaining careful not to upset the hammock.

The languid pace makes for a torturous buildup to your orgasm but you do feel it building. You can tell that Ashton isn’t nearly as close as you are so you attempt to slow your hips again but he grabs your ass tighter and drives his cock into you deeper. “Go ahead and cum, baby, I know you need it,” he encourages. 

You moan softly and arch your back again, finding that friction you need. He sneaks his hand between your bodies and presses his thumb to your clit and it only takes a few rubs to set you off. Your eyes close and your mouth wordlessly babbles as your body tenses and your pussy throbs around him; his touch both intensifies and soothes your feelings as he quietly intones, “Good girl, baby, yes. Fuck, look at you. Such a good girl.”

You bask in the pleasure you’ve been waiting all day for and eventually your body begins to relax; you brace yourself on his chest, taking a moment to collect yourself. He tenderly rubs up and down your arms and you open your eyes to grin at him warmly, silently thanking him for his patience.

You bend down, kissing along his jaw and you euphorically chirp, “Love your cock… love you.”

He chuckles at both your words and at your kisses tickling his skin. “I won’t take offense to the fact that my cock ranks first on your list.”

You smirk at him and slide gracefully down his body, letting him slip out of you; you promptly use your tongue to begin cleaning the evidence of your release off his cock and he curses under his breath appreciatively. You take him in your mouth and bob as enthusiastically as your location will allow. 

You can immediately tell by the way his breathing has changed that this will be more than enough to finish him off and it’ll be relatively soon. You pull off and rest your head on his hip as you stroke him steadily. “Feeling good, handsome?” You coo, enjoying the way he seems to shudder under your touch on every downstroke.

“Love your mouth… love you,” he quips, in a voice that is somehow simultaneously amused at his own joke and nearly blissed out from how you’re working him.

You giggle at his wisecrack and lean over to take his balls in your mouth; your tongue dances over the seam and he yelps deliciously, hands rushing to grip your hair. You pull off with a pop. “That’s what you get for being a smartass while I’m trying to make you cum.”

Before he can protest, your tongue is on him again, licking over the drops of precum that have dribbled down his shaft and he’s groaning your name. You brace your hands on his thighs and start to sink down to swallow him into your throat but he’s pulling you back up by your hair before you get very far. “Too close, baby,” he warns.

Heeding his advice, you decide to instead suckle at his tip and jerk him off again; you open your mouth and flit your tongue along the ridges of his head and as you run over his slit, he makes an obscene noise you can’t get enough of.

Ash alerts you of his orgasm with a squeeze to your shoulder and a strained chant of “Baby… baby… fuck…” and it’s enough for you to quickly get your mouth back on him in time to feel his cock twitching against your tongue as he starts to cum. He grunts quietly in time with your head’s movements and you cheer him on with an eager “mmm” for each spurt you swallow down.

His breathing begins to slow and you contentedly hum as you release him from your mouth and peck your way back up his body. You rest your head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat settle and he plays with your hair, satisfied and lost in thought. 

A minute or so passes before you pop your head up, inquiring, "Ready for lunch now?"

Ash lets out a gleeful cackle. "Got what you wanted, now you're ready to move on, huh?"

You shrug, carefully navigating your way out of the hammock and collecting your clothes, tossing his shorts to him. "Thought you knew by now I'm only here for your body," you smirk as you get dressed.

He stands up and steps into his shorts, pulling you in to him as soon as he's done. "Same," he teases, managing to both smack your ass harshly and also kiss you lovingly.

Ashton swings his arm around you and you turn to walk towards the house together; you've only gotten a few steps away when you hear a cartoonish metallic crash. You both whip around to see the bed of the hammock freely swinging off of the frame that has both collapsed and become uprooted from where it was secured.

Your hand flies to cover your mouth and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, waiting to see how he'll react.

Ashton puckers his lips and shifts them from side to side as if he's contemplating how irritated to be. Finally a devilish look crosses his face and he quips, "Well… I guess the good news is: if just watching me plant things got you this horny, it'll be fun to see what you'll want to do to me after you witness the actual hard work I'll have to do repairing this."

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[cal-puddies]

Needy || Poly!Lashton

the general idea of how this plays out came from an anon, but ya girl @kindahoping4forever was a rockstar as always.

Poly! Lashton: the blow job || daddy’s home || cream pie || take the pleasure, take it with the pain || all at once this is enough || caught in between || take my heart, hit the back || daddy issues || needy || only you know the way that I break || picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

Ash and Luke are lounging on the couch together when you get home. You drop your keys on the table and walk in. 

“Hey guys, I’m heading to bed.” You say, turning to go to your room. 

“Baby, come back here.” Ash says. He holds his hand out and you walk over and grab it. Ash takes in the look on your face, the pure exhaustion with whatever you had going on outside of the house. “Just wanted to say goodnight.” He stands to wrap you in his arms and kiss you. 

“You want me to come?” Luke asks, not picking up the same thing Ash did. 

“No, that’s ok handsome.” You lean over and kiss him. 

You wake Luke up in the morning, it’s early and you need him. You need something. You kiss the back of his neck pressing yourself against him. 

He turns his head to you. “What’s up baby?” He asks sleepily.

“Need you Lukey.” You say, pulling him onto his side. You hook your leg over his hip, guiding him inside and then very hungrily kiss him. 

He’s confused, but it doesn’t stop him. He slides his hand up your thigh to pull you closer. He slowly rolls his hips against yours. You keep your eyes shut, because it doesn’t open you to the typical conversation you and Luke have when you do this in the morning. 

He can tell you need something, he doesn’t know what or why. So he settles for giving you what you asked for. 

He watches as you lay next to him after, staring at the ceiling, twisting a few strands of hair around your finger. 

“You ok?” He asks. 

You blink a couple times and look over at him, painting on as much of a smile as you can muster, “I’m good Peachy, thank you. Just thinking about breakfast.” 

“Do you want me to make you something?” He asks. 

“Mm mm. I’m just gonna go make some coffee and eat some cereal.” You shrug. 

“Ok.” He nods. He doesn’t press the issue because he doesn’t know how. 

You climb out of bed and pull on an old t-shirt of Ash’s and walk out of the room. You quietly make your way to the kitchen where Ash is reading a newspaper and drinking his version of coffee. You’re a little surprised but you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. 

“You’re up early.” He mentions, setting the paper down to watch you move through the space. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You shrug. He watches as you make a second pot of coffee for Luke when he gets up but you help yourself to his pot. “You’re home kinda late.” You mention, looking at the clock. 

“Working from home, too much going on in the office to focus and I’ve got a deadline.” He explains. 

“So don’t bother Ash today… got it.” You smirk at him. 

“I’ll have a little more flexibility being here than if I was in the office baby girl. You just let me know what you need. Luke still sleeping?” He checks. 

“I think he was gonna go back to sleep.” You shrug. 

“Come to the office with me.” Ash says, nodding his head in that direction. He folds the paper and tucks it under his arm, grabbing his coffee mug and your bowl of cereal. You follow behind him, carrying your own coffee. Ash sits at his desk, putting your cereal bowl in front of him. 

He nods you over and taps his lap. You take a seat and grab your bowl and rest against Ash while he starts working. He lets you sit quietly, every once in a while pressing a couple kisses to your neck. Once he finishes reading through his emails, he slides his hand up your thigh.

“I don’t think you’ve ever had me over this desk, daddy.” You giggle. 

“Oh, is that what you want?” He chuckles. 

“Honestly, who wouldn’t want that?” You grin. 

“Mmkay but you gotta stay quiet, don’t want you waking Lukey up.” Ash moves the cups and bowl to the nearby bookcase, and then pulls you into a kiss. “What has you needy so early, baby girl?” He groans, feeling between your thighs. 

You nip his lip, “can’t a girl just want daddy to rail her over his desk first thing?” 

He nips your earlobe, pulling your hand to rub on his cock, get him worked up like you, “you gonna be trouble for me all day?” He murmurs. 

“Maybe.” You tease, “I’ll try to be good, daddy, promise.” 

“I don’t believe you at all baby girl.” He grins. His cock grows harder in your hand and soon he’s pushing you over the desk, pushing the shirt up over your hips, you hear him spit on his hand and he rubs it on your pussy, you hear him do it a second time and you know it must be for his cock. You shiver as he slicks the tip through and push up on your toes as he pushes all the way in. “This what you wanted?” He asks. 

“Yes,” you moan quietly, “just harder and faster.” 

Ash takes note of that, you’ve had mornings where you’re into it but never making that kind of request. Something's up. He doesn’t dwell on it though, he starts to pick up the pace, hitting his hips hard against your ass. 

He spanks you once and you whine out “yes daddy.” 

“Stay quiet baby, you promised.” He reminds you, he lands another hard smack to your ass and you yelp. He grabs your shoulder and yanks you up, then wraps his hand around your mouth, “you promised.” He punctuates with particularly hard thrusts. 

He uncovers your mouth, looking for an apology. “Sorry daddy.” You whimper quietly, pushing your hips back to meet his. 

“Stay quiet.” He whispers, kissing you quick and pulling your lip between his teeth, he pushes you back down over the desk and presses his palm in the middle of your back to stop you from moving, “your pussy always feels good, baby girl.” He grunts.

“I’ll never get enough of your cock daddy.” You whine quietly. 

“Wouldn’t want you too… fuck.” He moans, “really should be filling you with cum more.” He smacks your ass again.

It’s quiet from there except the skin on skin and soft whimpers leaving your lips and quiet groans from his. You didn’t have Ash to yourself a lot, but fuck you love when he treats you like this. “Daddy… I’m gonna cum.” You whimper. 

“Yeah? Milk my cock baby girl.” He groans. He feels you tighten around him, and he powers through, harder into you, you’re biting your arm to keep quiet. “Good girl.” He moans, spilling his cum into you, pushing his hips tight against your ass one more time. He leans over to kiss the back of your neck and you whimper, “thank you, gorgeous.” He whispers against your skin. “Let’s go get cleaned up and then daddy needs to get to work.” He murmurs. 

But after you're both cleaned, he pulls you back to the office, pulling you into his lap, he kisses your forehead and senses your hesitation, but he misreads it. “I don’t fuck my babes like that and then not cuddle them.” He murmurs.

You kiss his scruff covered jaw and mumble “I love you,” before snuggling into his chest for a bit. 

Minus the weight in his lap and against his chest, Ash forgets you’re there. Neither of you say anything to each other for at least an hour and then he’s pushing away from the desk to get more coffee. “You’re welcome to stay with me.” He murmurs, walking hand in hand with you to the kitchen. 

“I’ll probably see what peachy’s up to, but thank you. I appreciate it.” You hum, standing on your toes to kiss his lips. 

“You know where I’ll be.” He murmurs, holding you against him, kissing you again. 

He heads back to the office and you head back to your room. “Peachy.” You smile softly, he’s just barely awake and checking his phone. 

“C’mere baby girl.” He pulls the blanket down and pats your spot in bed. “Ash didn’t text us.” He frowns, putting his phone down on his chest. 

“He’s here, he didn’t go in today.” You mention. 

“Oh… is he ok?” 

“He felt like he’d get more done here. I saw him at breakfast.” You shrug. 

Luke grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles, “you ok baby?” He whispers. 

“I’m good.” You nod. 

“Ok, just wanna make sure my girls good.” He murmurs. 

“Thanks bubba.” You smile at him. 

He kisses your knuckles one more time before getting out of bed. He wanders to the dresser for a pair of athletic shorts and then he heads out of the room. He’s only gone a few minutes, and he comes back with his coffee and a bagel, and a bottle of water for you. You take the lid off and take a few sips before putting it on the bed side table. 

Luke turns the tv in your room on, you thought he’d turn on a video game but instead he flips through the different streaming services and finds something to watch and he pulls you toward him, resting your head in his lap. He runs his fingers through your hair, or rubs your back absentmindedly while finishing his breakfast, your fingers dance over the exposed skin of his leg. 

He grazes his fingers over your ass, letting them ever so lightly touch your pussy. You'd think it was an accident if he didn’t do it more and apply more pressure when you shifted onto your stomach and spread your legs a bit.

He does it again but applies full pressure and a little rub. And then he’s tracing his fingers along your pussy until you murmur “please.” And he splits your lips and toys with your clit, for a bit, watching your body when your fingers tighten around his shorts, he pushes two fingers in. 

“So wet today baby.” He murmurs. 

“Just wanna feel good Peachy.” 

“And I just want you to feel good.” He agrees, pressing his thumb to your clit. He likes that you’re melting into him due to the way he’s touching you, you aren’t like this enough, not for him. When he has you with Ash he has to share you, and Ash gets these kinds of reactions. 

He keeps it on the slower side, prolonging the orgasm so he can feel your nails dig into his thigh and your hot breath on his skin, watch your body react, listen to your whines. So you need him, and just him for a while longer. 

“Luke…” you moan. Using Luke was intimate and you both knew that. You didn’t usually use his name, a nickname, or Lukey, but usually not Luke, and he adored that. “Please.” 

The whine was music to his ears, because it was about him and what he was doing to you. He reaches his other hand over to caress the top of your head, “feel good?” He coos. 

“So good Luke.” You look up at him briefly and then grab for his cock, but he stops you. 

“This is about you princess, not me.” He murmurs. “I want this for both of us.” He assures you. 

He picks up the pace, deciding it's time for you to cum, he’s held it off long enough. Your hips work against his fingers to finally get the release and you bite into his thigh and whimper. He lets his wet fingers continue to slide over your clit, just lightly, watching the continued shocks roll through you. 

“So good, love.” He murmurs, pulling his fingers away to suck clean. 

“Thanks Lukey.” You murmur. 

“Watching and hearing you orgasm has to be one of my favorite things to do.” He strokes your head, “I’m so glad that you’re with me. It’s nice to have you here. You’ve been so busy.” 

“Yeah.” You nod pulling away and laying your head back on your pillow. You pull your phone from the night stand and look at it, noting the time. “It’s nice to be home.” You agree, softly. 

“I feel so whole with you around, you know?” He whispers. 

“I feel that too.” You nod, turning your head away to blink back tears. You let out a sigh and get up, heading for the door. “I’m gonna go check on Ash. Make sure he doesn’t need anything.” You turn to say. You can tell this hurt Luke, you basically blew him off when he was being open with you. “Love you Peachy.” You blow him a kiss. 

You take your time wandering back down to Ash, stopping in the kitchen to mix yourself a cocktail since it was little after noon. You wander into the office, “Hey.” You greet. 

“Hiya.” He grins. “Lazy day today?” He asks, noting you haven’t changed. 

“Yeah.” You shrug. 

“And what are we drinking?” He checks. 

“Vodka soda.” 

He lets a very brief look of concern cross his face. “And what can I do for you?” He smirks. 

You cross the space and sit on his desk in front of him, spreading your thighs. “Just came to see if there was anything I could get you for lunch.” You give him a mischievous grin.

“Did you have something specific in mind that you wanted me to eat?” He counters with a dark smirk. 

You put your arms behind and rest back on them, “I can probably think of something if you don’t know what you want.” 

You watch his eyes flick to between your thighs. “I know exactly what I want.” He runs both hands up your thighs and once again pushes the shirt up over your hips. He leans up to kiss you, and then pushes his chair back so he can get on his knees. He pulls you to the edge of the desk and settles both of your legs over his shoulders. He locks eyes with you as he starts to kiss up and down your thighs. He eyes your pussy briefly before taking the first lick. 

He’s had you enough, he can tell you’ve cum recently, but he can’t tell whether you did that yourself or Luke did it. Luke’s cock wasn’t used though, he determines. He takes his first lick, you sigh, and tangle your fingers in his hair. You taste like cum too. But he keeps it to himself, noting something is definitely going on with you. 

He takes his time, thoroughly kissing and licking along your lips before sliding his tongue between them to get to your clit. Ash was a pro at this, the teasing and the build up. 

“Want my fingers baby girl?” He asks. 

You moan, “no..” you push his hair off his face, “no, just your mouth please… so good daddy.” 

He goes back to work, tonguing over your clit, licking around your opening, sucking at sensitive skin. Ash moans against you, into you. He pulls away and smacks your thigh, “go to the couch.” He nods toward the leather couch in his office. 

You sit, thinking he’ll get on his knees on the floor in front of you, but he kneels next to you on the couch, and leans in to kiss you, he reaches down and grabs your ankle, spinning you and pressing you onto your back into the cushions. He lays on his stomach, propping your hips up toward his face and he licks over your slit again, and then lets his tongue trail lower. 

You whimper as his tongue flicks over your tighter hole. “Daddy… fuck.” 

His tongue slowly circles it, getting you to relax. “I was wondering if you’d like that.” He murmurs, moving his tongue back to your pussy. “Want more?” 

You choke out a moan, he takes it as a yes and your head spins knowing there is literally nothing he wouldn’t do to please or take care of you, especially if it was in his control. 

Then he’s taking his time, teasing that hole with his tongue, pressing his thumb in circles over your clit. He starts to move you. Sitting himself up, pulling your hips up to meet his face, almost inverting you. But you don’t mind. Because all you can feel is his tongue, and his thumb and the pleasure they are delivering. 

You have exactly zero power in your position and it strikes how incredibly vulnerable you are, Ashton literally has all the control as he holds you this way, rimming you, pressing his thumb to make sure you orgasm. 

You relax, letting everything go that’s been going on. You can’t tell your family about Ash and Luke, they’d never understand. But they know you’re seeing someone and that someone is going to have to make an appearance soon. And Luke and Ash are doing their best to navigate your ever changing moods lately, but Luke's face when you walked out of the room earlier was stuck in your mind. 

There’s a whiny moan that you eventually realize is yours. “C’mon baby, where are ya? Cum for me.” Ash coaxes. 

“Yeah…” you whine, letting your mind go blank, because you can, so you can just enjoy this moment with him. With Ash wanting to give you something he hadn’t before. And you needed to give yourself to him like this, it’d been awhile since you let him have full control. “Daddy.” You whimper. 

“There you are.” He murmurs, he sucks your clit, applying more spit before going back to his previous set up, preparing for your orgasm. You grab into the soft leather of the couch, and let out an obscene moan. His tongue and fingers continue their work softly as he works you through your orgasm. He notices you’re tired, that something else seems to have been released too, and he lays you back down in a more comfortable position and slides up next to you, holding you close for a minute. “Thanks sweet girl.” He murmurs, kissing your cheek. 

You hum, staying next to him as long as you can manage, and you reach back to scratch his scruff. “You want real food?” You murmur. 

“I’ll wait till dinner, thanks though.” He kisses your cheek again. “Love you.” He says softly, thinking you need to hear it. 

“Love you too.” You whisper, “you probably need to get back to work.” 

“I do, but didnt wanna leave you if you needed me.” He explains. 

“I’m ok. Thanks Ash.” 

“Stay as long as you need.” He kisses your lips and pushes up from the couch, he watches you roll on your back and stare at the ceiling, the far off look on your face tells him you are anything but fine, but he’s gonna leave it alone for now. 

You lay there, listening to Ash type, talk to himself a bit, shuffle some papers, and make a phone call or two before you get up. You wander over to him and kiss his cheek, and then silently leave the office. 

You sit by yourself in the living room awhile, needing the time alone to collect yourself after letting everything slip away with Ash. You knew you needed to check in on Luke and make it up to him, the way you walked out earlier. Once everything is tucked away again, safe in its little compartment, you head for the stairs. 

You stand in the doorway of your bedroom, Luke’s playing a video game, typical for a lazy day for him. “Hey Peachy.” You say quietly. 

He gives you a side eye, and you know you’re in trouble. “Hey.” He grumbles. 

“Don’t be like that, Peachy.” You murmur, crossing the space to climb on the bed. 

“How am I supposed to be, then? We were having a nice moment and you get up to go check on Ashton, which by the way, lunch? I wouldn’t constitute going down on you as lunch. If I’m not enough for you, just fucking say so.” His nostrils flare. 

“I deserve that. I shouldn’t have walked out of here like that when you were being sweet to me.” You move closer to him, resting a hand on this thigh. “I love you Luke, you know that.” You whisper, “you’re enough for me, and I wanna make it up to you.” You slide your hand over his shorts, resting it just above his cock, “c’mon Peachy. You can forgive me.” You pout. 

He glares at you awhile longer and then he relaxes a bit, taking in your cheeky smile. You apply pressure down on his cock, and he sighs. He lets you push him back against the headboard, and he helps you pull his shorts down so you can release his cock. You lean in to kiss him, he bites your lip, to show he’s still annoyed at you. 

You spit in your palm and wrap your hand around his cock. “You’re such a good man, Peachy, do you know that?” You say quietly, straddling one of his thighs. “Made it so easy to slip into this relationship. I don’t think I’ve ever been loved as unconditionally as you love me. And I couldn’t love you more. I know I’m so lucky to have you baby boy.” You murmur. 

Luke’s rock hard in your hand, so he’s having a reaction to you, even if he is still a bit pouty. He lets out a little whine as you squeeze his balls. 

“You always make me feel so good Peachy, and so so sexy.” You admit. “We always have a good time. Remember that night that I was on top of you and Ash was watching and I came so hard for you? Fuck that was so good Peachy.” You murmur. 

You lean in and kiss him and he holds your face this time. “You’re being sweet but you know you owe me an apology.” He whispers. 

“Luke, I fucked up, walking out on you earlier, I know that.” You aren’t giving anything away to him. “That’s why I’m here handsome. Want you to know I appreciate and love you. I’m sorry.” You hum.

Luke lets out a strangled moan and you know he’s enjoying this more than he lets on. “I know baby girl.” He relaxes. 

“I didn’t mean it the way it came across, love. You are stellar at knowing how to make me cum, and so hot? You know that? Like how am I supposed to resist you when we’re in public. So tall and handsome as hell. But when we’re in bed? You never miss a beat. It’s always about making sure I cum. You get off on it and it’s… incredible, never too full of yourself. I love that, makes me wanna be a better lover to you.” 

It takes no time from there to get him to cum, and you lean over to suck every last drop of cum from his cock. He’s a moaning mess, tangling his fingers in your hair as you do. 

“Taste so good Peachy.” You moan, lifting your head from his cock. Your work your hand over him a few more times, squeezing the last little bit of cum from him. You lean over and lick the last few beads from his tip. “So pretty too.” You murmur, sitting up to look at him. 

He cups your face, “thank you baby girl.” He sighs, “needed that.” He admits, and you know by the softness that he’s not talking about the orgasm. 

“I’m sorry if I made you doubt that. I wasn’t thinking when I walked out of here earlier.” You give him a half smile. 

“You came back to make it up to me and apologize, I can’t be mad about it.” He leans in to kiss you. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Luke.” You respond, leaning in to press another kiss to his lips. 

You sit quietly for a while, looking at him, he’s looking at you. Eventually he goes back to his game, and you sit next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. You’re starting to feel the sheer exhaustion from your days activities, going between both the men in your life, cumming as much as you had. 

“You should go see what Ash wants to do about dinner.” Luke murmurs after about an hour. 

“Hmm? Oh,” you say, looking up at him, he kisses your forehead. 

“He’s gonna want real food after eating you for lunch.” He chuckles. You look at him, “I’m fine baby, thank you for coming back.” He whispers, “but you really should go check on daddy.” 

“Ok.” You lean up and kiss him one more time before getting off the bed and heading back to the office. 

You walk in and Ash grins at you, “I thought you were gonna be good today.” 

“I actually just came to see if you wanted anything specific for dinner.” You murmur. 

“We’re gonna order in, I know you must be tired.” He chuckles. He watches the questioning look cross your face, “C’mere.” He pats his lap and you make your way over to him, he pulls you so your straddling him, “want you to take a break, baby girl, I know you’ve been going between Luke and I all day.” 

“I’m…” you start, but he presses his lips to yours. 

“It’s ok. I know somethings up. And I can tell you aren’t ready to tell us. But I just wanna remind you that Luke and I are here for you, love, and we’ll listen and help in any way we can.” He keeps eye contact so you know it’s serious. “Take a break baby, you can rest here or go up to my room if you wanna be alone.” He kisses your forehead. 

“Thanks Ash.” You press a kiss to his lips. 

“Of course, love.” 

You sit quietly for a bit, and then let your hand trail down his chest, you can feel him, he’s hard beneath you. “Want you in me.” You whisper. “Just… in.” 

He looks at you and nods, “I’d like that too.” He agrees. He pulls his pants down a little to free himself, and you slip him inside, finding a comfortable way to have him before resting a hand in his chest and your head on his shoulder, falling asleep.

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hello lovelies ! i’m bøffy , i’m 20 years old , prefer she/her pronouns , and currently reside in the pst timezone ! uhh . . . i am posting this intro at nearly 5 AM my time , and i would be almost willing to bet it’s littered with errors and it’s . . . probably a bit all – over – the – place since this is very much a new muse ! however , with that being said , if you give this a like , i will definitely contact you via tumblr ims or d!scord ( 𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓪 / 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓪#1384 ) to plot !

[  jasmine brown  . 21  .  cis female .  she/her  ] just saw MALEAH AMICK dragging their suitcase up the steps to CABIN 1B  .  good luck living with HER  ,  i hear that that they’re INDECISIVE  ,  FORGETFUL ,  SOCIABLE  & CREATIVE  .  Apparently they’re the ATTACKING MIDFIELDER .  let’s hope the upcoming season doesn’t affect their JUNIOR year of ART EDUCATION .

STATS:

name: maleah amick .

nickname(s): leah .

age: twenty one .

gender identity: cis female .

pronouns: she/her .

sexual orientation: bisexual / biromantic .

birthday: 26 february 1999 .

zodiac sign: pisces .

myer-briggs: esfj .

pinterest: coming soon !

HISTORY:

               born on the 26th of february 1999 in orlando , florida , maleah was the youngest of the three amick siblings . her mother worked as a prestigious board – certified pediatric surgeon at a local children’s hospital , and her father worked as a high school mathematics teacher and volunteered as the school’s unpaid soccer coach , a move that saved the program from ending due to budget cuts ( he claims he was roped into the position as a first – year teacher with no seniority , but while he’s reluctant to admit it , he eventually grew a passion for the sport he had previously known little about ) .

               with her mother’s long shifts and emergency work – related calls , she ultimately became closer to her father and two older brothers while growing up . most knew her father as a man who towered over them at 6’7” , ordering his team to run laps or practice drills ; however , maleah knew him as the man who would crawl around the living room floor playing barbies with her or would prepare fruit and herbal teas as she twirled around dressed as a princess , declaring it time for a royal tea party . just as easily , she could be found exploring the great outdoors or playing whatever sport was currently in season alongside her brothers .

               she practically followed in her brothers’ footsteps . as they approached high school , each brother chose one sport to specialize in , hoping to secure a position on a college team and eventually on a professional team . maleah did not have professional athletic goals , but although she had immaculate grades with limited effort put towards academics , she knew extra – curricular activities were important for college applications . thus , when it was maleah’s turn to choose which sport to pursue , rather than having to weigh the pros and cons and make her own decision ( or perhaps , fearing that she would make the wrong decision ) , she simply chose the sport that her brothers had previously chosen : soccer .

               her high school coach knew the perfect position for maleah . years of informal practice with her brothers in the backyard had enhanced her skills . she had learned how to evade skilled high school defenses by pretending as if she was heading in one direction before bolting in the other .  soccer was one of the few areas in life in which she possessed enough knowledge to make quick and effective decisions ; she could read the field and immediately determine the best course of action : dribble , pass , or shoot . ultimately , she possessed the vision and the creativity necessary to secure playmaking and goal-scoring opportunities for her team .

               with a line of college scholarships , both academic and athletic , waiting for the attacking midfielder’s choice ( unfortunately , none from either of the schools her brothers played for ) , the time came for maleah to make a decision . as deadlines for summer practices , class registration , and tuition payments crept closer , she finally determined a means of deciding . she numbered her offer letters , 1 through 13 , and allowed a random number generator to make the decision for her . thus , mere chance ( or perhaps fate ) led maleah to hollis university .

               her first semester at hollis was . . . rough , to put it lightly . while most freshman shed a few tears as they watched their parents’ car drive off into the distance , homesickness lingered in maleah’s life . coasting through high school with limited effort had done her zero favors ; with no effective study skills , her grades dropped dramatically . between soccer and trying to salvage her grade point average , a social life was virtually out of question . ultimately , she found herself on academic probation , unable to play soccer , for her second semester of freshman year at hollis .

               luckily , she was able to develop effective study habits , and even discovered along the way that maybe pre – med was not the best major for her . when asked what she wanted to do , maleah gave an entire list of generic answers – “i want to help people” and “i want to make a difference” came up quite often , but nothing specific enough to point her in the right direction . thus , she changed her major almost every semester , desperately seeking for the right fit . in the meantime , though it took several letters petitioning her temporary removal from the team , she was able to resume playing soccer during her sophomore year .

               as junior year approached , maleah was almost certain that she was back in her coach’s good graces – no longer viewed with a sense of skepticism . she had proven herself capable , finding her name on the dean’s list nearly every semester and assisting her team in numerous wins throughout the soccer season . however , with hollis’ soccer teams’ restructuring , maleah can’t help but question if her coach views her as a valued athlete or a liability .

PERSONALITY:

               two words : social butterfly . almost to a fault . even if someone has expressed quite literally zero interest in talking to her / getting to know her , she will still make an attempt . kind of a . . . people – pleaser , in a sense , she just wants to be well – liked ?

               avoids ! conflict ! at ! all ! costs ! generally just . . . tries to avoid people or situations that upset her . not very prone to like . . . yelling or crying , but those close to her can definitely sense a change in her demeanor when she’s upset ? just . . . a lot more tense , probably lots of eye – rolling and just . . . subtle , quiet signs that she is over whatever the problem is .

               kinda . . . chill , mellow , easygoing ? she very much lives in the moment , and tries not to stress too much about the future . always down for a drink , a party , whatever – genuinely just around for some fun and some friends !!!

               the kind of person who genuinely gets excited over like those fun facts and jokes that are on popsicle sticks and whatnot – absolutely must share the information with everyone within earshot . honestly , those jokes are very . . . on point with her own personal sense of humor jflakdsj .

HEADCANONS:

               she suffers from a terrible case of youngest child syndrome . ultimately , without guidance , she’s terribly irresponsible . she’s always having to run extra laps because she sets her alarm too late to make it to morning practices on time . she’s always receiving overdraft fees for spending more money than is available in her checking account . forgets everything – from homework assignments to names to grabbing her keys before locking the door on her way out . just . . . imagine a child asking for an adult’s help and her looking around until she comes to the realization that “ oh , shit , i am an adult ” .

               she’s practically always doodling – in the corners of notebooks , on napkins while eating lunch , on her clothing , on her own skin . she loves making art , particularly drawing or painting portraits or nature . ( ultimately , she only decided to incorporate this into her choice of major after hollis threatened to not allow any further changes to her major ) .

               she has a . . . unique sense of style . she has a passion for thrifting and upcycling . practically lives in hoodies and t – shirts that she has purchased from secondhand stores and cropped herself . always adding cool iron-on patches to her clothing . she should be listed as your emergency contact if you’re prone to ripping your clothing because she can definitely fix it .

               she probably thinks she’s good at trash-talking on the field , but she actually sounds like a second grader ( and that’s being kind ) . if you looked at her browser history , there’s probably at least one record of her actually googling “ best soccer trash talk ” .

CONNECTIONS:

friends !! friends she’s met through courses throughout her adventures of attempting every major possible , mayhaps soccer friendships that continue off the field , mayhaps that complicated emerging new friendship state for some who are new to hollis ! unlikely friends ! best friends !!! quite literally those unbreakable ride – or – die friendships !

muses !! i feel like every artist needs that little dose of inspiration , even if it’s simply the inspiration of a work – in – progress portrait throughout the duration of camp ! complaints of “ stop moving ! ” and her stopping every ten minutes to ask what they think and probably at some point , her flinging a brush dripping of paint in their direction (if things didn’t end in an all – out paint fight djlfakds ) .

enemies !! honestly i’m sure there is ?? so much ?? potential for this , bt . . . mayhaps someone’s just . . . fed up w her irresponsibility ? thinks she doesn’t take her soccer position seriously ? maybe someone doesn’t think she takes anything seriously ( they wouldn’t be . . . wrong tbh ) . maybe someone from cali takes that “ california vs florida ” feud a little too seriously jflskdja . idk there’s always bound to be personality clashes !

exes !! relationships that ended badly , so she actively tries to avoid them and who even knows what happens when she’s forced to acknowledge their existence at some point at this camp !!! maybe relationships that ended on mutual terms so they’re still p chill with each other ?? maybe ended relationships that never quite got closure so there’s still unresolved feelings !!

hook-ups !! they are . . . college students . they are . . . college students stuck at a camp all summer . idk i feel like this one is pretty self – explanatory jflakds .

honestly i am tired & want to sleep , bt genuinely i am up for & open to anything ! good influences , bad influences , unrequited crushes , requited crushes , idk the world is y(our) oyster !! these are . . . rlly just some ideas to get the whole process started bc i am actually terrible at . . . thinking of plot ideas on the spot . always open to jst . . . doing a thread and seeing how things naturally flow too !

[thechocoboos]

Coffee Shop AU

Choose your ending coffee shop au!!! (It strays from coffee shop au)

Pairing: Prompto/Reader/Noctis

Words: 2600

Genre: Slice of life, fluff

Coffee. The world’s biggest gift to the average college student. At least, that’s what everyone said. By that logic, you should absolutely love coffee, given your late nights doing homework and last minute studying.

However, that was completely wrong. In fact, you despised coffee. It was disgusting, tasting like a bitter, burned beverage that made your entire face morph into one of pure hatred as your tongue recoils in a mixture of horror and disgust.

Gods, you hated coffee, but goddamn did you love cafes. In fact, your best friend worked at one, so the free teas and lemonade-reminiscent sweet drinks combined with the smooth atmosphere left you as a frequent visitor (It also helped that one of your best friend’s coworkers was a cutie).

You preferred to visit at night and in the evenings, but you wouldn’t mind going at other hours. However, today’s visit was one of your regular 9 PM visits as you worked feverishly towards a 10 PM deadline for your least favorite class.

The cafe was empty; there weren’t a lot of visitors around here at night, which was very lucky for you and the cafe’s workers. Still, you paid no mind to anyone else as you typed away, using the distant sounds of cups and mugs clinking as the perfect background noise to focus on your work.

It was not to last, as someone threw their body down in the seat across from yours with a loud sigh, drawing your eyes away from the bright screen of your laptop.

Your eyes narrowed, your foot reaching out to kick your best friend’s leg. “Shouldn’t you be working, lazybones?” You asked, your voice teasing as you smirked.

Noctis cracked an eye, “Shouldn’t you be working?” He asked, eyes flickering to your laptop with a shit-eating smile. “Which essay is that? The one due tonight or… yesterday?” He nudged your leg with his own, smirking at you.

“I am working, dumbass.” Your eyes flickered back to your screen, your fingers slipping back into their methodical typing as you tried to continue where you left off. You paused just long enough to give Noctis another sharp kick to the shin.

 “Ow--ow, fine, I’ll get up…” He laughed slightly, hauling himself out of his seat.

“Yeah, Noctis! You better get up! Ig said he’d stop by for a surprise inspection tonight!” You heard Prompto’s familiar whine behind the counters as he feverishly wiped up spilled coffee and that one stain that never seemed to come out.

“Don’t worry, Prom,” You called, regardless of the pounding in your chest at the sight of him. “You work hard enough for the three of us. If anyone’s getting in trouble, it’s this lazyass.” You nodded towards Noctis, earning a mock glare from him.

Prompto was easily the primary reason why you came to this cafe. Yes, free drinks from knowing him and Prom was great, but nothing beat seeing Prompto everyday. He was a sweet guy, always doing his best at both his job and being a good person. Sometimes he even gave you and extra cheese danish on those longer nights, free of charge. It always made you blush.

You only knew him through Noctis, who had dragged you here one day after class claiming that he could score you two some free drinks from work. Of course, that was the one day Ignis--a sucker for the rules--was working register, meaning no free drinks despite Noctis’ promise.

Still, Prompto was on bar that day. He had greeted Noctis with a massive grin as he shook a couple of drinks, and later as you collected your own drink, introduced himself as Noctis’ best friend and closest confidant, Prompto Argentum.

He was cute. You couldn’t count the number of times you wanted to walk up to him and ask how he was doing, or had the urge to count every single solitary freckle on his face. His blue eyes were always bright and eye-catching; you swore you could drown in them.

Your eyes were still drawn to him, months after officially meeting him and even hanging out with him on occasion (always with Noctis). Even now, your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the slope of his nose, trailing down to catch his cupid’s bow and the soft curl of his pink lips…

Tap tap

You jolted, eyes flickering to Noctis. He was leaning on your table, smirking at you. He had knocked against the wood to get your attention and his eyes held a teasing glint as he smirked. 

“Sorry, what was that?”

Noctis’ smirk only grew. “I said, do you want to grab some late night pizza with me and Prom after we close? My treat.”

You blinked, your eyes flickering back to Prompto, whose cheeks were flushed from his flustered cleaning. Pizza… with Prompto (and Noctis)... It didn’t sound half bad. Maybe you could finally say more than two sentences at a time towards Prom?

Prompto looked up, his blue eyes catching your own for a moment. He threw you a smile. You could barely return the action before ripping your eyes away from him to respond to Noctis. 

Noctis had an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Don’t fucking say it.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Noctis smirked, crossing his arms. “Now, are you in or what?”

You glanced back at Prompto, and then to your unfinished paper. You could.. Probably get it done in the next half hour. Maybe. Looking back at Noctis, you gave him a nonchalant nod, “Sure.” You said calmly, despite your burning excitement.

Noct smirked, returning to his shift with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You were barely aware of the last two paragraphs to your paper, turning it in without even a second glance. Your mind was too focused on pizza with Prompto (and Noctis, of course. You swore you weren’t forgetting about him). The idea was both nerve-wracking and exciting.

By the time Noctis and Prompto finished closing, it was easily half past 10. You didn’t mind, it gave you time to try and figure out what you would talk about, how you could interact with him, even time for you to run through a couple of greetings in your head. 

Of course, they were all ridiculous and you gave up rather quickly. You were simply too nervous to even think of a few proper topics to talk about.

“Alright, you ready?” Noctis called to you, already folding up his apron.

You looked up, catching Noctis and Prompto’s eyes as they walked out from behind the counter. “Yeah, just gotta pack up,” You called, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. It half worked; there was still a nervous little trill that hung onto your last word.

It didn’t fool Noctis. “Hey, Prom, you wanna go ahead? I’ll help them pack up.” He said, nodding towards you.

Prompto smiled, the sight making your heart stutter for a moment. “Sure thing, Noct!” He headed towards the door, throwing a smile towards you before disappearing behind the glass door.

As your stomach flipped, you realized that you probably wouldn’t make it through the night.

Noctis leaned against your table as you threw your laptop into your bag, collecting your notebooks and pencils haphazardly. “You need to calm down,” Noctis told you, watching you with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m plenty calm.” You proceeded to drop half of your pencils.

Noctis only rolled his eyes, leaning down to help you pick them up. As he tossed the last one into your bag, he stood up straighter, crossing his arms and looking at you with a strange look on his face.

It wasn’t a look that you caught from him often. It was something soft, mixed in with indecision. You were caught a little offguard, your eyes silently questioning him.

Noctis let out a sigh, “Look, you really like Prompto--”

“No, I don’t!” You were quick to disagree, despite the bright red blush that rushed to your cheeks.

Noctis smiled slightly, “Okay, fine, you don’t like him,” He said, despite the look in his eyes that clearly stated “You’re infatuated with the guy”. He paused, “But you are kinda freakin’ out.”

You tried not to acknowledge his words, but he noticed your hesitation as you zipped up your bag. “I’m just… I don’t want to scare him off.” You managed a slight laugh, fiddling far too much with the zippers on your bag. “He seems… really nice, you know?”

Noctis watched you silently for a moment with that same strange, soft look on his face. One hand reached out, covering your own for a moment to stop the jingling of your bag’s zippers. “You’re not gonna scare him off,” Noctis told you, suddenly much closer to you now.

You looked up, surprised. For a moment, the two of you were inches away. His blue eyes were so serious as he looked at you and you felt more vulnerable than ever before. “How do you know?” You heard yourself whispering, your heart pounding in your chest.

Then the moment was broken.

Noctis smirked, stepping back and snatching your bag as he backed away. “Well, you haven’t scared me away yet, even though you are one hell of a weirdo.” He grinned, turning around and heading to the door.

“Wha--I’m plenty fucking normal--hey!”

Together, the two of you caught up with Prompto, Noctis bumping his shoulder against yours with a warm smile along the way. You tried to suppress the butterflies that it triggered, trying to ignore your pounding heart every time Noctis’ hand brushed against yours.

    ------

You both caught up with Prompto fairly easily, his bright smile and freckled features turning your legs into jello. 

“Hey, did you guys get everything?” He asked, smiling.

You only managed a nod, desperately trying to keep your cheeks from turning bright pink. 

“Sure did, although this one did knock their pencils everywhere.” Noctis smirked, tapping your head with one knuckle.

You tried to quell the blush that came rushing forward in your cheeks as Prompto smiled at you, “Ugh, that happens to me all. The. Time! I usually end up losing more than I can find.” He whined, his freckled face pulled into one of mock exasperation. The sight made a tiny smile bloom across your face. 

Only when Noctis nudged you with raised eyebrows did you notice that you were staring again, and thankfully Prompto hadn’t noticed.

The three of you entered the pizza establishment a moment later, heading to the Noct’s favorite corner booth. Noctis was quick to toss himself into one side, lounging with his feet up and throwing you a distinct smirk as he claimed the entire seat to himself.

“Don’t worry,” Prom told you from his spot opposite of Noctis, “You can sit with me!” His smile was so bright and friendly that you couldn’t help but smile back. “After you?” He offered, smiling and stepping aside to let you slide in. The genuine kindness in his voice and his welcoming manner made your stomach flip once again as you were taken aback at how sweet he was. It wasn’t often that you met a young man like that, and you were falling head over heels for him.

By the time you pulled yourself together and managed to will your panicked emotions away long enough to speak, Noctis and Prompto were neck deep in a conversation about King’s Knight, arguing about which character was the most powerful.

“No way,” Noctis snorted, “That tactic is weak! Even the devs say so--”

“Actually, it’s not a bad strategy…” You interrupted, coming to Prom’s defense. It was almost instinctual, and you almost regretted it the second their heads swiveled in your direction. Despite your cheeks heating up, you tried to continue. “Especially if you take the longer route and circle back, you can totally get some extra damage thrown in there and wipe the other side out,” You tried to say, stumbling over a couple words.

It was silent for a moment. “You play King’s Knight?!” Prompto gasped, leaning forward towards you with wide eyes. 

You swore your brain almost short circuited. Being so close to Prompto’s face was dizzying, his blue eyes so much brighter up close. “U-uh, yeah, sometimes--”

“O--M--G.” He whipped his phone out, clicking frantically. “What’s your username? We totally have to battle!” His smile was so big as he looked at you, phone in hand, as though you were suddenly the only person in the room.

You were taking too long to respond, only being brought back by a sharp kick from Noctis. You silently thanked him with a grateful look in your eye, pulling your phone out and shyly relaying your username back to Prom. “I don’t play too often but I do have fun with it,” You said, managing a small smile.

Prompto beamed, “And that’s what counts, right, Noct?”

Noctis laughed, “Yeah, says the loser--”

Prompto grinned, a determined glint in his eyes. “Oh, you’re so on.”

And with that, you three entered an intense game of King’s Knight. As you all played, you guys managed to keep the conversation flowing and you managed to say actual sentences to Prompto. Prompto was genuinely interested in what you had to say and think, and the way he looked at you made you feel like an actual human being with worth. It wasn’t often that anyone besides your best friend, who you’ve known for years, ever gave you that look. It made your heart beat just a bit faster at the thought.

Noctis sometimes nudged your foot or gave you a little teasing smirk. And when you weren’t looking, either too infatuated with Prompto or too wrapped up in King’s Knight with your cute little focused face, that same, soft look fell over his features as he looked at you.

Meanwhile, you and Prompto surprisingly talked a lot. At first, it was difficult to get over your blushing and shyness, but as you spoke more and more with him, you realized that he was every bit as dorky as you were. You found yourself talking easily with him, joking around with Prompto and Noctis together as if you hadn’t been freaking out earlier at all.

About an hour into the dinner, half a pizza, and three rounds of King’s Knight later, Noctis let out a rather dramatic yawn and stretch, starting to get up. “Well, guys. I’m beat. All that hard work earlier really wore me out, so I think I’m gonna head home.” 

Prompto looked alarmed, “Oh, shit, I didn’t notice you were so tired, Noct,” He started getting up, looking concerned for Noctis. “We can get you home--”

"Oh no, please, stay,” Noctis waved Prompto off. “There’s still half a pizza left, and you guys are having fun, don’t let me stop ya.” He yawned again, standing up and placing a wad of cash on the table. “Feel free to order another pizza or some more drinks, guys. I’ll text ya later.” He threw you two a lazy wave as he began to leave.

You looked at his retreating back, part of you longing for him to stay, or even to go with him. And yet, you glanced at Prompto, who turned away from Noctis and was smiling brightly at you. Prompto was a sweetheart to begin with, and you genuinely did enjoy talking to him.

You realized right then that you had a choice to make, to either leave with Noctis, your longtime best friend who left your heart pounding, or to stay with Prompto: your cute, barista crush who always had your cheeks blushing and left butterflies in your stomach.

Prompto’s Ending

Noctis’ Ending

[rpgmgames]

September’s Featured Game: Ghost Hospital

DEVELOPER(S): Lev, Kip, Rose, Tredlocity, C, Bittersweet ENGINE: RPGMaker MV GENRE: Adventure, RPG WARNINGS: Anxiety, Body horror, Implied child harm SUMMARY: Ghost Hospital is a game about anxiety, depression, despair, mental rock bottoms, and, of course, ghosts. You play as Robin, a twelve-year-old girl who has an anxiety disorder and is very much alive in this hospital meant for beings that are not alive. Frankly, her anxiety was already bad enough before she landed in a hospital full of dead people, the still-shambling shells of ancient ghosts who try to take her down for a sweet taste of life, and the hospital directors hellbent on keeping her contained, and more importantly, away from the reason she's REALLY there. Thankfully, you have your new friends Jay and Sarcastic Ghost- Jay is a ghost about your age, and still a very new arrival to the hospital, and Sarcastic Ghost…well, he's an amorphous blob of a ghost, who talks a lot despite not having a mouth.

Download the demo here!

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

Introduce yourself! Lev: Hey, my name is Lev! I'm an artist and storyteller, and though I've wanted to make games for a long time, this is my first serious attempt! Most of my work is about my experiences in mental illness. Kip: I'm a freelance artist being allowed to write cheap jokes in ghost form. Rose: I'm a freelance writer and editor for the game! I also work on dialogue and story drafting. Tredlocity: My name is Tredlocity! I do some character designs and writing in the game! C: c / ghoul is a character designer, comic artist and Halloween enthusiast. They're currently apart of several indie game teams and are writing the webcomic, This Dark Forest of Ours. Bittersweet: I'm Kendall (AKA Bittersweet), and I'm the resident music person (one of two, technically, but the other left the project unfortunately.) This is my first (and thus far only) major soundtrack composition project, but thus far, it's been a satisfying one!

What is your project about? What inspired you to create your game initially? *Lev: Ghost Hospital is a game about anxiety, and the game was born out of an idea to put someone in the shoes of someone with clinical anxiety and depression without going for the prototypical 'horror game' or 'walking simulator', giving more game-friendly, practical narrative and gameplay examples of how it effects people.

How long have you been working on your project? *Lev: The game started development in late 2016 as a thesis project for college. At its inital completion, it was more of a beta or proof of concept than a demo- in its current state, it's far closer to what we have envisioned for the final project.

Did any other games or media influence aspects of your project? *Lev: Absolutely! The biggest influences are OFF, Yume Nikki, and Sweet Home, and a lot of Gameboy Color graphics and aesthetics- namely, Pokemon GSC and the GBC Zelda Games.

Have you come across any challenges during development? How have you overcome or worked around them? *Lev: RPG Maker is a versatile engine, but still fairly restrictive, so getting all the effects I wanted to work was challenging. Mental illness and real life have been taking a toll on development time, too. Getting things to work took teaching myself some javascript, and after being in serious development for this long, I've found ways to motivate myself to keep working. Having other people checking in on you helps, too.

Have any aspects of your project changed over time? How does your current project differ from your initial concept? *Lev: In its very first inital pitch, it was much closer to Yume Nikki, being more atmospheric and serious. At some point in character and world development, though, I couldn't bear to make it a stoic adventure, and with most of the stuff I already take inspiration from, it's hard for me to not put jokes into the media I make, anyway.

What was your team like at the beginning? How did people join the team? If you don’t have a team, do you wish you had one or do you prefer working alone? *Lev: At the beginning, it was just me working on everything. The first people I brought on board were my concept artist, Kip, my writer, Rose, and my musician, Bittersweet. I can't do music on my own, and I knew from word go that I wanted this to be the kind of game with a strong story and a lot of unique NPCs.

What is the best part of developing the game? *Lev: Call me biased, but the most fun part is making the art for it. It's hard for me to motivate myself to keep working if I'm just using default placeholder sprites, I have to make new NPCs to keep myself interested. It's not the most convenient, but it's fun to do, and it actually really does help with my workflow.

Do you find yourself playing other RPG Maker games to see what you can do with the engine, or do you prefer to do your own thing? *Lev: Oh, absolutely. RPG Maker games have a bad reputation for being very cut-and-paste, and there's a lot of those out there. But it just takes a bit of effort to make yourself and your game stand out, and it can be done absolutely beautifully! The latest one I've played was Hylics, completely surreal and wonderful.

Which character in your game do you relate to the most and why? (Alternatively: Who is your favorite character and why?) *Lev: Robin is a sort of proxy character for myself, so...I'm a bit biased on her. I love Jay a lot, too, he's kinda the friend I wish I had in elementary school when all this first showed up, haha. *Tredlocity: As someone who faces anxiety on a daily basis, I relate to Robin a lot. Though I would say my favorite character is Jay, since he can shoot plasma and has blue hair. *C: I'm partial to Coop [upcoming character], not just bc I designed them but bc I love big sister types. *Rose: I also relate to robin and jay! i try to control my anxiety while remaining positive and hopeful about situations. *Bittersweet: As an anxiety-riddled person, I relate immensely to Robin. However, my favorite character by far has to be Carna. (There's another character I'm particularly looking forward to when the full version of the game is released, though~)

Looking back now, is there anything that regret/wish you had done differently? *Lev: Honestly, there's a few things I wanted the game to be able to do at the start that I wasn't able to make happen. I spent a LOT of time trying to get it to work without having to go in and code it myself, and I wish I'd been able to take a step back, remind myself that this is my first serious project, and just stop worrying so much about what, in the end, would've been a minor detail, anyway.

Once you finish your project, do you plan to explore the game’s universe and characters further in subsequent projects, or leave it as-is? *Lev: Chances are I'm gonna leave it alone, but if I go back, I HAVE had a bit of a 'Ghost College' AU where they're exploring a haunted old library on their college campus instead of being trapped in a ghost hospital. It'd probably be cool as a point-and-click adventure, but it wouldn't exactly be a canon exploration of the postgame.

What do you look most forward to upon/after release? *Lev: I'm actually working on a few other projects, so being able to work on those more freely would be great, especially considering I'm really bad at keeping my own limits in mind, haha.

Is there something you’re afraid of concerning the development or the release of your game? *Lev: Mostly, I'm afraid that making a game about a subject like this, as a minority and with other people in my team that would be considered minorities, that releasing this game to the mainstream public would get me a lot of negative attention from people who think that people like us don't belong in the gaming sphere. It's pretty nerve-wracking, but after the positive reception of games like Undertale and SLARPG, it's getting easier to convince myself that I should be more afraid of people just generally not liking the game, haha.

Do you have any advice for upcoming devs? *Lev: Have someone to work with! DEFINITELY have someone to work with. Even if it's just a friend to bounce ideas off of or someone to ask if you've been working on the game, having someone else involved helps a lot. And specifically for RPG Maker- if you can, replace your default font with a different one. It's a minor detail, but it goes a long way towards making your game feel more original. *C: Always have a backlog of different projects. I have about four or five ideas constantly on rotation so I don't burn myself out on just one. *Tredlocity: My advice for any creatives is to start small, and just get it out. Feedback is a great motivator, and the only way to get better at something is to keep doing it! *Rose: I think some good advice is to write a few drafts of whatever it is you're working on in order to see which version you'd like to continue! let your work have different scenarios and situations based on various elements you insert or take out of a story, game, or other piece. *Bittersweet: Don't pressure yourself to a dead-set deadline. I know, you want to get this project out eventually, and if you're on a roll with development then all the power to you, but if you're struggling, don't let it burn you out. That's just unhealthy.

Question from last month's featured dev @toxicshroomswamp: How do you feel about your main character(s)? What piece of life advice would you give them? *Lev: I love my main characters, I love them like my own children. I would probably tell Robin that she'll learn to handle everything, it won't be so scary forever. I'd tell Jay that stopping for a minute and thinking is way more important than it seems. I'd tell Sarcastic ghost to shut up.

We mods would like to thank Lev, Kip, Rose, Tredlocity, C, and Bittersweet for agreeing to our interview! We believe that featuring the developer and their creative process is just as important as featuring the final product. Hopefully this Q&A segment has been an entertaining and insightful experience for everyone involved!

Remember to check out Ghost Hospital if you haven’t already! See you next month! 

- Mods Gold & Platinum

[angelandbee]

BTS Imagine | Werewolf AU! (Part 2-3)

As you come home from work you grab some leftovers from you fridge, put them in the microwave and flop down on the couch. After wrapping yourself in a blanket you mindlessly turn on the television in your small apartment and take the first bite from your dinner. You hear it starting to rain outside and your lights flicker for a moment. To be honest, it doesn’t scare you one bit. You only moved here about six months ago and by now you know that the electricity here doesn’t seem to work properly. Your phone bleeps and lights up, signaling an incoming message. You pick up your phone to check it. Meanwhile a news reporter announces that the amount of dead animals in the forest next to your town has rapidly increased and that sightings of a large animal were reported.

Jung Hoseok

Word count: 1153

You open your message and see it’s your best friend Hoseok. Ever since you moved away for work you haven’t had much time to meet with him. So instead you now text each other every night when you’re done with work. He asks how your day was and you text him back that your day went like shit. One of your colleagues missed a deadline and put the blame on you. Hoseok asks if you’re free next weekend and suggests to come over. Lucky for you, you are.

You finish your diner, take a shower and go to bed. It’s the middle of the night when you wake up from weird noises coming from right outside your house. Carefully you peek through your curtains but don’t see anything, besides a dog running off into the darkness. Since the noises stopped you decide to go back to bed.

When you walk outside the next morning, ready to go to work you see your front door is completely ruined. By the looks of it a large animal has been scratching the wood. However, there aren’t any large animals that live in your area that could have done this. The idea of someone doing this on purpose gives you chills, but since you don’t want to be late for work, you lock your door and leave.

It is already dark when you come home and you’re completely exhausted. Good thing it’s Friday night, so you won’t have to worry about work for two days. You step out of your car and completely freeze in your tracks. Your whole garden is trashed and no living plant was given mercy. You eventually walk a little closer and notice a wet spot against the wall next to your front door. Judging by the smell someone or something most likely peed against your house. That’s it, you’re calling the police.

When they finally arrived 15 minutes later, you didn’t need to tell them what you called for. While they where inspecting your front yard you heard them talk about the large animals that were seen recently. About then minutes later, when they were done one of the police officers walked up to you and explained that since you live relatively close to the forest this probably was done by an animal and that you should consider putting a fence around your property. You sighed, feeling completely exhausted when they left you with that and entered your house. You contemplated whether you should stay at a friends home for the night, but since no one broke into your house you eventually decided against that idea.

Wanting to wash the day off of you, you take a shower, before heading to bed. While putting on you pajamas you hear a loud crash coming from you living room downstairs. You quickly pull your nightgown over your head and grab the first thing you see on your way to the source of the sound.

Standing in the living room with your laptop raised above your head with two hands you search for the intruder. When you see something hairy pop up from behind the couch you run at it and smack it in the head with your laptop as hard as you can. When you hear something crack you realize you probably just broke your brand new laptop. Meanwhile the hairy intruder falls down on the ground with a painful yelp and you turn on the lights. Carefully, with your ruined laptop still in one hand you walk around the couch to see who or what is in your house. When you finally see it you drop your laptop to the ground in surprise.

Before you on the ground lies your best friend Hoseok, who just mere seconds ago looked like an enormous wolf. The wound on his head that you made by hitting him seems to be healing already, but he still seems a bit out of it.

“H-hoseok? …Is that you?”, you carefully say while withholding yourself since there is glass on the ground.

Your best friend looks you in the eyes with a confused look.

“Is it Saturday already?”, he asks.

“Uhm… Almost…”, you respond.

“Wait, what happened to your window?”

“Well, something jumped through it. Most likely the same thing that messed up my garden.”

“Oh… I’m so, so sorry… I think that was me…”

“Well, go on.”, you tell him, more irritated than shocked or scared right now.

“So, I was going to surprise you by visiting a little earlier, but when I picked up your scent I probably wanted to get closer to it and lost control over myself.”

“Hold on, so what you are saying is that you tried to come over earlier and in stead started scratching my front door and digging holes in my garden?”

“Kind of… Yeah…”, Hoseok says slightly embarrassed.

“Then are you also responsible for peeing against my house?”

“Did I?!”, Hoseok says with a shocked face.

“What, are you telling me it was some stray dog?”

“I… I think I might have wanted to mark my territory because there were other wolves nearby…”

“Oh my god! If I hadn’t seen you change from a wolf to my best friend just now I would have thought you were pulling some stupid prank on me. But now… I don’t know what to think of this anymore. It’s just too much.”

“But I can smell curiosity on you. Don’t you want to see my wolf form properly, without hitting me in the head this time?”

“Of course not, you idiot! What the hell, dude!”, is the first thing you yell at him, before changing your mind: “Well… Uhm… Kinda…? I think? Yeah, I guess I would like to see it… But after you clean up the glass!”

Hoseok hums, pleased with your answer: “Okay, take a seat. I’ll clean up the glass. That’s the least I can do to make it up to you.”

You sit down on the couch and silently watch Hoseok clean the floor and blocking the broken window. When he is done he turns around, facing you with glowing yellow eyes. You see his spine starting to grow and his ribs expand, meanwhile hair covers his body and a tail comes out from behind him. Within seconds there is a huge black wolf standing in your living room, in stead of Hoseok. A bit scared, but more intrigued you carefully move your hand forward to touch his nose. When you confirm that the wolf is indeed the friendly, lovingly Hoseok you start scratching him on his head and behind his ears. You give a yelp when he suddenly jumps on the couch next to you, but you soon realize that all he is doing is putting his head on your lap so you can continue petting him.

That night, you fall asleep with a big, fluffy wolf on your lap.

Park Jimin

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You open up the message you just received. It’s from the shelter you volunteer at! You often take in animals that are looking for a new forever home. This time your friend who works here sends you a picture of a cute wolf-like puppy. Based on the picture you can’t imagine it would take long for the dog to be adopted. Your friend tells you that the dog was found with his left front paw in a beartrap, but since he’s so young they expect him to recover in no time. When he’s recovered they’ll spay him and he is ready to go to a new home.

Before you can agree to take him in your friend is already begging you to take him in. Apparently the last five foster homes couldn’t handle him. You try to ask why, but the only thing your friend says is that they couldn’t give an explanation.

Well, that’s odd… You take another look at the cute pup and decide to give it a shot anyway. The poor thing probably was just scared because he was in pain.

The next morning someone from the shelter arrives with a fluffy pup who has his tail between his legs.

An hour later after trying out different names for the dog you give up and let it curl up in a safe corner. You walk into the kitchen and prepare some dog treats for him, to see what he likes. When you approach him with it however, he barks and growls at it. You’re starting to see why the other foster homes couldn’t handle him. You put the treats down in front of him and grab some food for yourself. When you do you suddenly feel something soft circle around your legs. You look down to see the puppy at your feet, excitingly looking at your food.

You sigh: “Alright, fine, fine! You can have some!”

As you bent down to give him a small piece of your sandwich, he instead grabs the bigger part and runs off with it.

“Hey! That’s mine!”, you scream after him.

You sigh for a second time. Well, at least he’s getting out of his shell…

It’s a week later and the puppy, whom you’ve learned responds to the name Jimin, seems to have taken a liking to you. Of course, he still refused to eat dogfood, and kept you awake every night by howling at the top of his lungs, but besides that, he’s the cutes thing ever! Heck, you might even decide to adopt him for real. Sure, it would be considered a foster fail, but Jimin is just too cute!

You give Jimin a plate of human food and sit down on the couch. You’re not hungry yourself, so you’ll just watch tv until you get hungry.

About half an hour passes and you are completely lost in a documentary about myths and folklore. A part about a werewolf sighting starts and you see a vague clip of seven wolf like figures. Some appear to be quite big and others you would describe to be more of Jimin’s size.

Jokingly you call out to him: “Hey Jimin, aren’t you part of that pack of wolves?”

When you look at where you placed his food, you see nothing but an empty plate. Before you can look for the cute puppy you hear a crash in your kitchen and you immediately turn around to look in that direction. You let out a high pitched scream when you see a naked young man in your kitchen, holding a plate to cover his privates. The shock on his face is bigger than yours. You quickly regain your posture and grab a cushion for protection. For fucks sake, there is a naked stranger in your house!

“I’m warning you! I have a dog, and he is very dangerous!”, you yell at him.

The naked man’s face went from shocked to apologetic as he takes a small step forward.

“No! Get away from me! Jimin! Attack!”, you scream the last part at the top of your lungs.

A few seconds of silence pass before you realize Jimin is not here. Frightened you take a step back, holding the cushion in front of you as if it was a weapon.

“What did you do to Jimin, you naked freak! He is just a hurt puppy!”

When the stranger slowly raises his left arm, while holding the plate with is right, you finally notice a scar and some loose wrappings around it. You realize the wrappings are exactly the same colour as the wrappings around Jimin’s broken paw.

The man suddenly makes a sad face and lets out a whimper.

“It’s healed now… Please don’t spay me?...”, at the last few words he tilts his head to the side and gives you puppy eyes.

It’s at that moment you can start to put together all the pieces and your eyes go wide in disbelief.

“No… No way… Jimin?”

“…Yes?”, he softly responds.

“Why are you naked?”

“Because I wanted to make you something to eat, but I couldn’t do that in my wolf form?”

Suddenly there is a knock on your door. You tell Jimin to stay put and quickly open the door a little bit. You see it’s the old lady that lives next to you.

“Dear, are you okay, I heard yelling!”, she says as she tries to push the door open further.

As she does however, she catches a glimpse of Jimin standing in your kitchen and stops. Instead she gives you a knowing smile and tells you to have fun before leaving again. Your face turns tomato red at her comment and you slam the door shut.

“See what you did! Never mind adopting you, you’re going straight back to the shelter!”

Jimin suddenly looks very sad and you feel a pang of guilt.

“…I thought you liked me…”, Jimin says with tears in his eyes.

He quickly opens the back door and goes back into his wolf form and runs out into the streets. You try to go after him, to tell him you didn’t mean it, but you quickly loose sight of the small wolf.

That night you cry yourself to sleep, you didn’t know Jimin meant that much to you. When you get up for work the next day you feel tired and sick. While making yourself coffee you see Jimin, in human form knocking on your kitchen window. You open the door for him and give him a hug while you cry your eyes out on his shoulder.

“Hey, Jimin, I do like you.”

~ Bee

[kassandra-lorelei]

can you do a fic where something goes wrong with niles' green card or american status somehow and max asks/convinces cc to marry niles so he can stay?

Here we are at very long last, my friend! I’m so very sorry it took so long to get this one done - my bestie @missbabcocks1 and I did the first half together (and kind of an interim chapter not shown here due to smut), and then it took me a while from being busy and from not feeling my absolute best to getting back on this. But it’s all done, and I hope you enjoy it

@holomoriarty

The chair she was sat in, hard and uncomfortable in front of the official’s desk, made her feel like she’d gotten in trouble with the principal at school or something.

She wasn’t in trouble - at least, she wasn’t yet. If this Immigration Officer (or whatever title the scrawny little man in front of her held) decided that her answers weren’t good enough, then she would be.

The things she did to get what she wanted sometimes!

She could still remember the look on the butler’s face, rendered speechless by her agreement to marry him to stop him from being deported. It was just like Niles to forget about his own visa deadline until it was too late!

And it was just like Maxwell and Nanny Fine to ask her to step in and help.

But she’d had an ace up her sleeve - the one thing she knew she could get out of agreeing to keep the bane of her existence in the country.

She remembered herself saying the words that had sealed the deal.

“That’s my price, Butler Boy. I want you to get me pregnant.”

Niles had looked kind of…well, more than startled when she’d said that. But he’d agreed, so now it was official.

It would be a deal, she kept telling herself. Like a business deal, only with a little more nudity involved. They’d stay together for a few years to make it look convincing to Immigration Services, then they’d quietly divorce. She’d get the baby she felt she was running out of time to have, and he’d get his permanent residency.

Everybody was gonna win out from this, right?

All she had to do was make sure this thing went off without a hitch. The Immigration Officer was ready to start, and she had to be ready as well.

She was certainly ready for everything else.

So, she let the questioning begin, allowing the official to ask her everything she could ever possibly know about the butler.

And know things, she did. The answers came out with barely any hesitation at all, and she knew it was all correct. It was…weird, the fact that the person she clearly knew best was the one who annoyed her the most.

She felt that little tidbit of information about them might garner more questions if she mentioned it though, so she kept it to herself.

It was a relief when it was finally all done, and she could leave at long last.

Her “fiancé” was waiting for her outside, and they put on a little show because they knew the Officer was watching from just inside the office doorway. They took each other’s hands as they greeted each other and exchanged a quick (prepared for) peck on the lips, before turning to leave, still hand-in-hand and talking about anything but the interrogation they’d both just faced.

Of course, that had all been a front. Once they were clear of the building, the hands were dropped and the conversation went straight to where they’d just been.

“Did the allergy one come up for you?” C.C. asked, remembering how she’d been more than certain in her answer.

Niles nodded, apparently just as sure, “Yes - I told them that you were allergic to sage, crucifixes and holy water.”

C.C. scowled. She should’ve seen that coming.

Luckily, she knew exactly what to say in retaliation.

“Hm, sounds like someone doesn’t wanna live up to his end of the bargain,” she said casually, an edge to her voice that let him know she could cancel the whole thing at any time. “One would’ve thought you couldn’t afford to miss a chance to get laid, Hazel. It happens so rarely, as it is…”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the butler stiffen as he halted in his tracks. Up until that moment, they’d been on their way to a hotel she’d booked for them, for the express purpose of trying to conceive. They’d both figured it was best to start trying as soon as possible, so an attempt straight after their meeting with the Immigration Officer made sense.

Again, it was like a business deal. They’d arranged a date and a time, a location, and there might be profitable results once they were done.

And they were both getting a good deal out of it. If Niles behaved himself, that was.

He certainly looked white - like all the blood had drained from his face at the meaning behind her words. He knew damn well that if he didn’t live up to his end of the agreement and at least attempt to give C.C. a baby, then she would break the engagement and he’d be out of the country faster than one could say “illegal alien”.

For extra effect, she half-folded her arms, resting her left elbow in her right palm and giving him a perfect view of the ring that he’d given her.

“An old family heirloom”, he’d called it. Said it would look more convincing for Immigration. She’d been inclined to agree, and the ring was beautiful, but she hardly thought it necessary, considering this was just a business deal.

Well, it did also make a pretty good bargaining chip whenever she needed him to apologise for being his own idiot self, too.

Much to her surprise, Niles wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tightly. They were still in the proximity of the Immigration Office, so this could be part of the show they were putting on, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find herself…kind of allured by the possessiveness of the gesture.

“Now, whoever said that?” he said, arching an eyebrow, and trying to look debonair (but failing miserably).

C.C. rolled her eyes at him and they kept moving, his arm never leaving her waist for a moment. She had to get used to it (and it still felt kinda good), especially if he was about to do far more than that.

“I said it, Dust Buster. Or are your eyes getting so worn out and ancient now that you literally can’t see who said it?” she waved a hand teasingly in front of his face. “It’s me, Scrubbing Bubbles - the next notch-on-your-bedpost-to-be, probably bringing the grand total up to two.”

Niles took her wrist and lowered it out of his face, “I’ll have you know, in my time I’ve been something of a ladies’ man.”

C.C. raised a critical eyebrow, “Oh yeah, you’re a regular Casanova! Also, for the record, the phrase “in my time” is perhaps the oldest you’ve ever sounded and that truly is saying something!”

They continued in a similar vein all the way to the hotel.

To anybody else in the world, they would’ve looked like an ordinary couple. It was only in the mind of the producer about how false it all was.

About how in a few years, she knew it would be over and the deal would be complete.

……………………………………………………………………

“Does it say anything yet?”

C.C. rolled her eyes for what felt like the twelfth time in the last minute or less, before settling them back on the pregnancy test in her hand. She felt like she’d better check it anyway, even if Niles’ last round of insistent asking had only just happened and the answer had been “no” then, too.

Since getting started on him trying to live up to his end of the bargain, she and Niles had both spent most of their time either at work or at her penthouse. Making it all look good for the Immigration people (who were still sniffing around, even though they’d practically been a couple, they’d done so much together) was ten times easier when he was living there with her and sharing a car ride to work.

A lot of things had felt easier with him living there, really. She was woken up every morning to the smell of a cooked breakfast, there were always freshly washed and ironed clothes for her to wear (dry cleaning had taken forever before, on some weekends), and she always had somebody to talk to – either about her workday, or just in general, and that last point was made all the better, considering how well-matched they were in terms of wit.

They ate their meals together, they walked Chester, they patiently sat through anything the Immigration people had to say or ask about when they came around (and made fun of them once they’d left).

It had gotten…comfortable. And comforting. If she was going to admit it to herself, she’d say that the penthouse hadn’t felt so welcoming in a long time.

So much like a home…

But before her mind could get too secure in that thought, it reminded her that it had also led to them getting in a lot of attempts at conceiving. It had been practically…no, not practically. Every night since he’d been there!

Just the thought of…well, all the things that they’d tried and done in that time, really…was turning the warmth from thinking about breakfast for two instead of for one into her feeling a little hot under the collar, so she discreetly shifted in her seat just before she answered his question.

“Not yet,” she told him, trying not to sigh too loudly as she watched him pace up and down the back of the sofa. “Just slow it down, Dust Buster. It takes a while for these things to show up.”

Niles looked at her, let out his own sigh, and rounded the corner of the sofa to come and sit next to her.

“I know that! I’m just…eager to find out if our-”

“Little endeavour?” C.C. finished for him, letting a smirk play about her features.

The butler feigned offence for a brief second, but then it morphed directly into a smirk of his own.

“Well, I’d hardly say little,” he waggled his eyebrows, waiting for her to roll her eyes again (he was probably keeping count at this stage) before he went back to his more serious business. “But yes, I’d like to know if it worked.”

“You’ll find out soon enough…” she peered at the little plastic stick again, before having to squint at it even closer. It looked like…a line was appearing? Was there a line appearing?! “Hey, I think I see something coming…!”

That caught the butler by his eagerness, his eyes widening as he shifted even closer, “You do? You’re not toying with me, are you?”

C.C. lowered the stick into her lap and looked at him, unimpressed, “Oh, come on, Niles; why would I do that?”

It was kinda weird, but the longer they’d spent time together talking and thinking aloud about having a baby (everything from names, to activities they’d do with the kid as they grew up, to bantering the pros and cons of who they’d look like) the more excited they’d both become at the prospect.

And they both knew it, too, even if Niles apparently just had to make a little joke about it.

“Sorry. I know you wouldn’t, really,” he looked sheepish for a moment, but it quickly turned into his usual quipping. “And I know that I should count myself lucky, too. Most in your species tend to kill after successfully mating.”

Of course, being around each other practically every single day for the last couple of decades had heightened C.C.’s ability to fire back a zinger whenever he tossed one to her. But having him live in the penthouse with her had honed that ability to a fine, sharp point.

“Day ain’t over yet, Butler Boy,” she deadpanned immediately, keeping her eyes on the test. Something was definitely happening there. “Now keep quiet a second – the result’s coming through.”

And something really was coming through. Before her eyes, the little screen was changing…

To reveal the two little lines that would tell them both all they needed to know.

C.C.’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart start to speed up.

It was real. It was real, and it was really happening.

“It…” she was trying hard to take in air and not to let her jaw drop too far at the same time, all the while reaching up to cover her mouth with one hand. “It…says I’m pregnant…!”

Niles looked like he could immediately burst into happy tears, “You…you mean it?!”

“I absolutely do, Hazel!” C.C. cried in return, leaning towards him so that he could see the screen. “Check it out for yourself!”

The little strangled yelp of overwhelmed delight that the butler gave told her that he’d seen the result.

“See?” the producer smirked, nudging him in the ribs. “Proof that there is life in the butler’s little footmen yet!”

Not that Niles appeared to be paying attention to the attempt at banter. He was still staring at the test in awe, his eyes glistening.

“I…I don’t quite know what to say! I…”

He slowly looked up at her, meeting her gaze and holding it steadily.

“We’re having a baby.”

C.C. didn’t know what it was – the way he’d said it, or the reality of the situation really sinking in, but it suddenly felt to her as though the gravity in the room was suddenly getting weaker and stronger at the same time…

She could only nod at him weakly, “Yeah…we are…”

She didn’t know who leaned in first, but as soon as their lips brushed, and then started more than brushing, it became clear what the whole thing with the gravity was about.

She let the test slip out of her hands onto the sofa, before using them to bring Niles closer as she reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. His automatically went around her middle, and held her tightly to him, like he didn’t want to let go…

And the only clear thing that could make its way into C.C.’s mind was how much she didn’t want him to. Decades of apparently being enemies and dancing around whatever was really going on suddenly seemed like a waste of time, in comparison to what they were doing right then and had spent the last few weeks doing there in the penthouse. Years of being told what to do by her mother, and following expectations handed out to her by the people she’d surrounded herself with all became meaningless. It had hit her that she really didn’t have to care about any of it!

And she didn’t think she’d ever felt better.

Something, perhaps at long last, had snapped.

All that was left to do was see what happened when she tried to move things forward.

Not that that felt easy.

It nearly didn’t come out, even as she pulled away from him and just said it, “Uh…you know how we…agreed that after a couple of years of being married, we’d divorce, and then everything would go back to the way it was?”

Niles briefly pursed his lips tightly before he answered, “I couldn’t forget it.”

C.C. took in a silent breath before she continued.

“Well, what if we were to…not do that?”

The butler stared back at her, close to gaping, “I…I’m not completely sure that I’m following you…”

“What if we were to, after the baby was born and had grown up a little bit, just…stay married?” she let her eyes drop away to the floor, feeling her cheeks growing warmer. “Kind of like as a forever thing…”

Before he could respond, her mind suddenly worried that maybe she wasn’t making herself clear enough and she found herself talking even more.

“I’ve…really liked doing this. Being like this – like a proper couple, with you. And thinking about how in a few years it could all be down the toilet…that terrifies me, Niles! Somehow even worse than admitting to any of this! I don’t want to be woken up in the morning and not have your snoring be the reason! I don’t want to go to work and know that at the end of the day, it’ll just be me and then me and the baby going home in the car! I don’t want to eat a crappy microwaveable dinner by myself and go to bed feeling miserable! I’ve done all – well, most – of that already, and I’m sick of it pretending I can keep doing it! I want to marry you, and I want to stay married to you.”

The silence that followed also felt like it needed filling, and C.C. ran a hand through her hair in agitation as she imagined him saying no.

No to staying together for longer than their agreement. No to trying to be a real couple and then a family after that.

No to her. Not that she didn’t understand, if she herself was the reason.

“I mean, I completely get it if you don’t want to,” she said, keeping her eyes on the floor so they couldn’t meet his. “You only went in for this as a favour, and I’m not exactly anybody’s first choice to spend their whole entire life wi-”

She never finished what she wanted to say, because Niles had brought her face up to his and kissed her again before she could.

And when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, “Maybe you should rethink that last statement of yours.”

At hearing that and upon letting it sink in, C.C. felt like she was finding out she was pregnant all over again. Her heart was ready to burst in her chest, and her smile was growing increasingly wider.

“You…really mean that-”

“If you hadn’t just blurted out everything that has been going on in your head for God knows how long, I’d have been sat here quietly frightened of the exact same thing that you were,” Niles explained, sounding as relieved as she felt. “I don’t want any of this to end either, Babs! I want to wake up in the morning with you right there beside me, only to have you complain that my snoring shook the bed so hard that you fell out! I want to go about my workday knowing that any minute, I’ll get to bring your lunch and find out how many theatre assistants you managed to tear to shreds in the last few hours! I want to be a parent with you, and put our little one to bed at night, knowing we’ll all wake up the next morning and do the same thing over again! I want to be married to you. Nobody else. And, visa or none, agreeing to this whole thing in the first place was the best decision I ever made!”

C.C. could feel her own eyes welling up with tears by the time he was finished, “Me too!”

They fell into an embrace after that, both starting to sob more than either of them would probably admit to later. Neither probably knew how long it lasted, either – not that they cared. It was a comfort that they both needed, and it gave them time to cry out anything they had to.

When it finally did end, they leaned in for another quick kiss, and Niles used his thumb to wipe away a couple of stray tears still on C.C.’s cheek.

“There, now…wouldn’t want you to melt before the wedding,” he grinned.

“Oh, shut up, Scrubbing Bubbles,” C.C. sniffed, before managing another smile. “We…we really are going to be okay, aren’t we?”

Niles took her hands and gripped them, “We certainly are. Immigration Services won’t know what hit them.”

The producer didn’t even have to think about that one, “Probably me, if they try and insist on talking like every word we’re saying is a total lie again.”

“I’ll have to make sure I hold you back from doing that,” her fiancé replied, briefly squeezing her hands tighter before apparently realising something. “Oh! That can be our first activity as a couple!”

C.C. had to laugh a little at that, imagining him tackling her to the ground to stop her from fist fighting the next Immigration Officer that they saw, “Well, maybe not our first…!”

Of course, he took it to mean something else entirely. The interested smirk on his face told her that much.

“Hm, I think I know what you’re getting at,” he wiggled his eyebrows again, and nodded down towards her stomach. “Want to get some practice in, before our little one is old enough to ask for a little brother or sister?”

C.C. looked at him, mostly serious, and entwined their fingers, “I was actually thinking more along the lines of calling and inviting my family to lunch, so that we can tell them all the good news.”

That took Niles down a peg or two, very momentarily. But she knew he wouldn’t actually mind, he was just having some of their usual fun before he found out more details.

“Hmm,” he pretended to be put out, but quickly turned it to feigning potentially-interested thought. “…Does that invitation-and-news-telling-session include your mother?”

She grinned back at him immediately, “You bet your best pots and pans it does, baby.”

Getting the chance to potentially make her mother go into cardiac arrest cheered him up, for sure. Letting a beaming smile cross his face, he let go of her hands to reach up and kiss her on the forehead.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he declared, before getting up to go get the phone.

C.C. relaxed back into the sofa, watching him go and picking the pregnancy test back up. She couldn’t help smiling to herself at the way everything had gone – the last couple of weeks or so had been better than she could’ve ever imagined, and she huffed out a laugh to think that at the beginning of them, she’d tried to keep it like a deal she’d made for the company. It had been ridiculous for her to even try to do that, knowing (after having admitted it to herself) how much more comfortable and warm her life felt with Niles right by her side.

With their family just starting, and a whole new adventure of a future stretching out in front of them. Just like anybody else, visa-seekers or not.

Even if other people didn’t think so, they were an ordinary couple. It wasn’t false. This wasn’t a business contract.

It was something far more important and long-lasting than something like that ever would be.

[veridian-nougat]

day four of zutara week

with exactly nine minutes to spare, i have the first chapter of my fourth fic for zutara week, with the prompt “turtleduck” by @zutaraweek​. 

this is going to be a multi-chapter fic, as i’m really intrigued by the idea and don’t wanna make it just a one-shot. the first chapter is up for day 4 of zutara week, and i’ll post new chapters every weekend until it’s done. this chapter kinda mentions turtleducks, but the entire fic will be more zutara-centric. rated t for language.

read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15533478/chapters/36058761

Zuko moves into his dorm room junior year two weeks early.

He had to pull a helluva lot of strings to make it happen, and of course pay an extra seventy bucks per day, but he thought it was worth it; anything to escape his batshit crazy family for a bit longer.

He was the first male in his family for four generations to not pursue a law degree at Harvard; instead, he decided to go halfway across the country from their law firm and home in New York to major in English and Political Science in Illinois, at a public university at that. The University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign may not have been the best school for his majors, but had a good reputation nonetheless, and was the perfect slap in the face to his father.

Arriving at school a good fourteen days before official move-in day guaranteed Zuko a while to settle in before his annoying roommate would come in, or so he thought. Zuko didn’t like that he wasn’t at PAR this year; he had been at Saunders and Babcock his past two years, but he found Allen to be adequate all the same. A lot of Zuko’s friends his age lived in apartments by then, but university housing was less stuff to deal with; no need to buy furniture and stuff. He also thought it odd that his only choice was in a building specifically coed by room, but maybe that was the only available space. He had made his decision pretty late after all. Zuko only hoped that his male roommate preference was accommodated.

****

Katara moves into her dorm room junior year two weeks early.

She was informed by her RA, a lovely but often stoned guy named Ethan, that her roommate was also moving in early. Of course, she had to find seventy dollars to pay each day she was early; that would be a struggle. But, it sort of equated to money she would’ve had to pay for transportation in late August; plane tickets were almost four hundred dollars cheaper a couple of weeks early. Going to school in the states was hard when your family all lived in India. Her father barely even let her go, but Katara’s uncle who had gone to grad school at UW Madison assured her very worried and overprotective dad that it was worth it to have a four-year degree from an American university, and that he would pop in on her often from his home an hour or so away.

It was her third time leaving home for school, and she didn’t make any false promises about visiting during the year like she did the last two times. Holiday flights were expensive, and she wasn’t planning to waste her hard-earned money on two weeks back home. Sure, it would be nice to see her dad and grandmother, but she didn’t have much other family there, and she would rather spend her time with her brother in Minnesota anyway.

Getting to school two weeks before everyone else was relaxing; she wouldn’t have to deal with antsy freshmen and their anxious families. Most of Katara’s friends lived off-campus, but there was no way she could buy everything she needed to from India and get it to her apartment on time if she wanted to. School dorms were a lot less hassle.

Katara was kinda dumb this time around. She got held up during their family “vacation” to Chennai for her cousin’s wedding, and was busy with her duties being the only girl cousin in their generation, and got randomly placed as she missed the deadlines for housing registration. Hopefully she wouldn’t get paired with someone annoying, or worse, a boy! Her father would never allow it, and she’d be back home before she could say another word.

****

Katara and Zuko arrive in front of their room at the same time, with identical expressions of shock and confusion etched on their faces. It takes a second for each of them to give the other a once-over; Katara carefully eyeing a tall, vaguely Asian guy, and Zuko staring blankly into the wide brown eyes of an average height Indian girl who was dressed too Illinois-y to be fresh off the boat.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Zuko finally huffs out a breath and says “I guess Ethan said I was coming early too?”

It’s less of a question, since the answer’s obvious, but Katara gives a slight nod regardless. Her congenital hospitality and politeness kick in, and she carefully balances her suitcase before sticking out her right hand and smiling gently.

“Hi, I’m Katara,” she introduces herself. Zuko notes her slight accent, filing it away for later. He precariously sets down the duffle he was holding and returns the handshake professionally, as he was taught at the ripe age of seven. He states his name as well, also noticing her firm and steady grip, and is intrigued.

“Guess we’re roommates, then.” Zuko states the obvious in hopes of making conversation with the girl he’s going to live with for the next eight months, but she just makes a noncommittal noise.

“Sorry,” she adds as an afterthought. “Jet lag is absolute hell, and I’ve just been on an eighteen hour long flight. I’ll be pretty grouchy for the next week.” Zuko simply nods, pulls the key out of his pocket, unlocks the door, and gestures for her to go in.

“Ladies first,” he mutters under his breath, but all annoyance vanishes in a moment when she looks up to smile gratefully at him. God, that smile. Zuko was going to be in for a rough year.

****

Katara walks in the room she’s sharing with Zuko (a boy!), and hauls her one and only suitcase into the center of the room. Zuko steps in a moment later, but he has a few more possessions, with a large suitcase, smaller hand luggage, and duffle bag.

“Which bed?” she asks, and he shrugs.

“Would it be okay if I took the one closer to the A/C?” Zuko is used to very cold winters, and loves sleeping with blasts of cold air under warm blankets. She nods, and struggles to get her luggage up onto the raised bed.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Zuko offers, always the gentleman, and grabs the suitcase and easily lifts it onto the bed. The help, she was expecting. Zuko seemed like a nice enough guy from the two second interaction they’d had, and she could see the muscles he had along his biceps and forearms. What she’d most definitely not expected, though, was the bottom inch or so of a tattoo on his lower back as his shirt rode up. That looked far too similar to the tattoo she had on her right shoulder blade. It wasn’t a common tattoo at all, or so she thought, because turtleducks were a pretty uncommon imaginary creature. The only reason she’d gotten one was in honor of her mother, who loved to read, and one of Katara’s most cherished books as a child was the one her mom read to her about turtleducks. She decided on the spot that further investigation was needed. Even being awake for nearly thirty-six hours, spending eighteen of them sitting squashed between a mother and her baby and an old, corpulent man, Katara knew how to make a plan.

[sunnysidewrites]

College barista!Seungcheol

Based on this prompt: I know I keep coming to the cookie shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need these for my sanity

@officialseungcheol hey hun it’s me, your secret santa!!! I’m so sorry for being late aaaa but I really hope you enjoy this trainwreck!!! I had so much fun drafting this I got so soft omg and I tried to get a feel of what you liked, and I decided to go with a college!au bc you said you liked that!!! We’re finally free from finals so this seemed to fit ❤️❤️💞💞 Merry Christmas honey!!! I hope you spend it with loved ones and have a lovely time so much like yourself!!! it was so fun talking to you and I hope to continue that 🎁🎁🎄🎄🎄🎄 lemme know what you think!!!!

warnings: there’s probably way too much winking and ur gonna burst from too much soft :///

You’re a mess

Well, aren’t we all hun

But you’re pretty sure you’re a deadline away from flipping that cafeteria table across the room

You should have listened to your gut instinct to not tackle your college’s 2 hardest science classes in a single term but here you are suffering they’re also all labs :’))))

It’s way too late for that though!!!! Finals are only in 1 week!!!!

And you are fully ready to tear out all your hair

So,,, many,,,, papers,,,, and projects,,,,

And what’s a better way to relieve your stress through binge eating?

You particularly like eating sweets to satisfy your sweet tooth cravings

You’re always swinging by that little quaint cafe shop fifteen minutes away from your dorm

“I’m also getting some exercise” you tell yourself as you munch on your 9th cookie and counting

Wow. relatable.

The first time you entered, you were there to try out some freshly baked cookies and bought a drink with it

So let’s just say the reason why you keep reentering the cafe isn’t solely because of the bomb treats

“Next, please!”

Your eyes were still on the menu above as you were walking towards the counter

When your eyes finally dropped down you were gonna legit fall bc a beaut like that???? Actually exists???????

His wide doe eyes were looking back at you expectantly, his mouth slightly parted open in a slight grin

“Are you ready to order?” He playfully teased, his smile growing a little more

I’ll have you cheol ;))))) a whole meal

You try to shake yourself out of your trance and proceed to order your classic warm gooey chocolate chip cookies with your drink

This b thinks he’s so slick when he asks for your name

“Y/N”

“Pretty name as the person ;) ;) ;)”

You’re taken aback and you’re trying to ignore your brain internally screaming at you

Your eyes shift to his name tag and you squint and lean forward a little to read the small text

“So is… Seungcheol”

All he does is give you a smile and moves toward the person at the coffee station, so you take that cue to leave with your cookies and find a table

As you get settled down and play on your phone, you occasionally glance up to check the progress of your drink

And ya know,,,,, eye candy,,,, it’s not just the food that’s a snack amirite ;))))

Wow ok i gotta stop lmao

And every. Single. Time. he’s there looking back at you

He even throws in a lil wink wink and you’re like lksddfjkdfkjdl i am only here for my drink

And that was your eventful first encounter with the infamous Choi Seungcheol

The stress didn’t end there though!!!

Finals were inching closer by the second and you were going ballistic over the stress

So you did what anyone does:

STACK ON THEM TREATS

It’s only been a day since you were last in the shop but you were really craving sweets and the lil cafe was now your go-to for everything

As you were walking, you felt just a lil spark of hope that maybe,,,, you would meet him again but you brushed it off as not very likely

Surprise!!! He’s there again!!!!!

He raises his eyebrow at you with a playful smirk and watches you make your way to the line

You order 5 of the same cookies and he’s like oh jeez

“You ate 5 yesterday too,,,, are you okay?”

“loOK ITS FINALS AND I AM NOT GONNA GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT”

And he’s like dude slow your roll

You’re just hammering down those cookies the rest of the week and at this point cheols is Deeply Concerned

“Y/N, you’ve been here every single day for the entire week, not to mention you order 5 at the minimum….. You need a break”

It’s Sunday, which means your finals start tomorrow on Monday

And you’re just an entire wreck like plS I NEED. MY. COOKIES.

“You don’t understand man i need these as my f u e l”

While he’s giving you your change, he nonchalantly shrugs and says, “Well, these cookies here aren’t the best,,,, if you really want it to hit the spot, I know a bakery a few cities away. It would top this place anytime”

And you’re like ,,,,,,,,is this,,,,, a,,,,, date,,,,,,,,,,

“I’ll take you up on that,,,,”

And he’s like :))))) oh here’s my number and he scribbles it down on a napkin

You text him later that day and you’re like “u better not back out of that offer >:( i take my cookies seriously”

Him: “oh sweetie i won’t ;))) hahaha see what i did there”

You: “bye i’m not going anymore”

And then he panics but at least he wished you good luck on your finals lmao

Once you are DONE with hell week, you immediately jump on your plans

“Ok look i just finished finals 3 minutes ago and we are leaving”

“You’re lucky i didn’t have any plans today”

“It’s also bc u like me and u would show me anytime :))))”

You see the lil … pop up and stop a good 5 times and you start freaking out like oh no did that scare him????

But all he does after a solid 7 mins is just send “meet me at the bus stop in 10”

The adventure to the bakery starts and you honestly had a blast

Getting to know him on the way there and back was just so refreshing

You thought he was a playboy but the way he introduces you and the owner there tells you otherwise

You spend the rest of the day trying out 20 different cookies even though you still feel really bad bc they were all “on the house”

And the owner may or may not have told seungcheol “they’re a keeper ;)))))”

and he’s like bro stop

he can’t help but look at you fondly as you gush over the assorted cookies and his ears start turning red

By the time you’re on your way back home, it’s well into the night and you’re about to crash not just from the sugar but from the overwhelming stress of the week

you start to doze off aND HE!! PUTS YOUR HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER!!!!! SIISDJJSJSJHS

He’s fangirling the whole way back what a cutie :’((((

he gently wakes you up and he uses you looking sleepy and disoriented as an excuse to “guide you” and puts his arms around you

You’re way too exhausted to think anything about it so you just accept it and it’s also bc you would have probably fell flat on your face getting off the bus if it weren’t for him steadying you sooooo

He insists on walking you all the way to your dorm even though his is in the opposite direction and you’re like sigh fine but only bc it’s late

When y’all come to a stop in front of your building, he seems to be much more shy and reserved in contrast to the bold, flirty persona in the cafe

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at you all shyly

“Well, I hope you enjoyed the bakery today,,, I did”

“it was amazing. But you were wrong about it being my favorite”

And he looks at you really quizzically bc it looked like you fell in love with the place so you continue

“You don’t work there and I won’t be able to see you” you kinda mutter and he looks stUNNED

Before the full regret hits you, you step in and give him a quick peck on the cheek and he’s literally frozen the whole time

“Merry Christmas, Seungcheol” you rush to say and then give him a quick wave before zoOMING OUTTA THERE

He watches you disappear in the building and it takes him a full minute to process everything

He can’t stop the gigantic grin from spreading on his face with a soft smile

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

[tipsyrosay]

all i want (is you) | myg

pairing: yoongi x female reader featuring jungkook

genre: office au // fluff

words: 2699

a/n: yoongi has been making me feel things and jkdgfsdfgh

 A rampant knocking sound on your cubicle desk seemed to be blessing your ears. With a nonchalant wave of your hand, you raised your hand to brush off whatever that was bothering you. But whatever it was, it just couldn’t seem to take a hint.

“Knock, Knock guess who’s here?” you could recognise that nasal voice anywhere. You swore if he were to prank you once again, there will be no hesitation in pulling out his hair. After all you were doing him a favour, leaving him with less hair to colour, ultimately helping him save his money. Such a theory you conjured, you really had to give yourself a pat on the back for such critical thinking. The relationship the two of you have could simply be described as ‘annoying co-workers that have to put up with one another’. There was no such thing as peacefulness whenever the brat is around. A chuckle escaped your mouth and with a turn of your chair, you continued keying in the relevant data needed for the report your supervisor has been reminding – more like threatening you to hand in.

“Are you, by any chance, ignoring me?” With clenched fists and a tight jaw, you took deep breaths. The annoyance turned anger was boiling inside you and it would land you a seat in your supervisor’s office if you didn’t hold it in any longer. Telling yourself that completing the report was more of an important task at hand than putting up with that brat’s tactics, you furiously typed out the remaining content required.

“Hey, has anyone told you that not replying is kinda rude or have you been stunned to silence by my handsomeness?”

“I swear to god, can you just leave me alone for one seco—”

“Language, Y/N, I expect you to mind your language and be on your best behaviour. See me in my office in 5.” Your supervisor shook her head as she strutted her way to her office, leaving you all grumpy and slouching on your chair. Wow, thanks so much Jungcock, you thought to yourself as you made your way to her office.

With heavy steps that carried your reluctance, you bumped your head into a solid surface. A frown painted on your face, you look up to find the source of pain, only to find a pair of dark brown disinterested eyes looking right back at you. Refusing to back down from the stare down, you only tilt your chin up and continue to stare at the person in front of you. Nicely styled ash grey hair, parted to the side with a tinge of blonde. Ears adorned with multiple piercings and numerous rings on his fingers screamed gorgeous in your face.

“Are you done staring?”

Just when you thought you were being discreet at your ogling, he just had to expose you. Right in front of the entire office. Plastering a not so genuine smile on your face, you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Who said I was staring?” You couldn’t believe what you just said, but believe it or not you just did and it felt like the air just stilled. Oops. Before you could continue, he simply brushed past your shoulder and walked away. Wow, that was rude, the thought lingered in your head, as you turned around, speechless, watching him get away.

The next few months passed by rather quickly, as deadlines for upcoming projects came closer and closer. You were so glad that cooperative and considerate colleagues surrounded you during this tedious season where the company receives many deals, thus there needing to always work overtime. That brat, Jungkook, was one those colleagues. Even though he annoyed you till you wanted to steal his snack stash that he thinks no one knows about, you were grateful that he still completes his work before the deadline and does not give you any trouble when it came to work, not like you were ever going to tell him that. But seriously that brat never fails to give you a headache each time he opened his mouth.

On a Saturday night, where you could have been comfortably laying on your bed with a serving of nachos with cheese and apple cider as your companions, here you are, stuck at a company outing. You had nothing against company outings, rather you loved them for the endless time you get to spend with your colleagues outside of work and free food of course. But it was a Saturday night, and all you wanted was to cuddle with your blankets and watch the episode of Friends that you had missed the previous week. Here you are, stuck with Jungkook, who has been talking your ear off for the past 15 minutes. You decided to take a break tonight, reminding yourself to just ignore Jungkook’s annoying ways and let it be.

“Y/N, I forgot to share with you the other day but Yoongi is so hot, until I feel the need to melt in his presence. Do you understand how I feel?” It took you a hell lot of effort to not cringe in Sana’s face when she excitedly whispered this piece of information in your ear. Sure, we all have our moments where we aggressively fangirl over the opposite gender but Sana really overdoes it at times—all the time. One minute, she fangirls over Minho, the resident playboy of the company, to Jaebum, the manager and now she has found a new target. Oh well, it’s going to be a long night. You resist the urge to smack her on the shoulder, for her to get a hold of herself.

Yoongi? That name didn’t seem to ring a bell, now that you come to think about it. As if reading your mind, Sana beat you to it.

“How can you not know who Yoongi is? I mean it’s not like I expected you to but anyways he’s the CEO of our company and his feline eyes are to die for.” You watch as she rambles about how great this Yoongi guy is and how she plans on making a move soon before the week ends. Sana is a great friend, you must give it to her. No one can pull off all-nighters like her and still look gorgeous and her usual bubbly and helpful self. But when she goes into her fangirl mode, the itch to get her out of it is real. Before you could say more, the sudden clinking of cups and presence of another shut you up. The scent of peppermint with a musky undertone attacked your nostrils, prompting a sneeze. You take a moment to cover it up but you forgot to mention that ‘being an embarrassment’ is your middle name. Smiling your way out of this mess, you wanted to dig a hole and bury your existence with it. Count yourself dependable to make a fool of yourself every time you’re out.

“Do you need any help?”  You swore you felt goose bumps when you heard a raspy voice. I think Sana’s getting to me, you thought to yourself, wanting to hit yourself in the head when you realised that someone was expecting a reply from you. Licking your lips in awkwardness, you looked up.

“Oh, um, I’m all good. Thanks for asking.”  You manage to utter out. It tugged at your heart that he looked oddly familiar. Those eyes. Shrugging it off, you return to chugging down the sumptuous wagyu beef burger that you were holding.

“I wasn’t asking.” He grumbled out a little too loudly, catching your attention. You were about to retort until a hand reached out and turned you around.

“Y/N, why are you so clumsy? Look at the mayonnaise all over your mouth.” He leaned forward, using his thumb to rub away the excess sauce as his other hand rests on your cheek. You took in his expression, watching as he handles you delicately as if you were fragile. Shaking your head out of his grasp, you cleared your throat.

“Look what we have here, I didn’t know Jungkook was so chummy with our Y/N”, Sana exclaims as she playfully nudges your shoulder. Truthfully told, you were a little taken back by his display of ‘affection’ earlier. Shying away from the attention your colleagues were showering you with, you smiled bashfully with eyes darting from the table to the ground.

Little did you know, Yoongi was watching you the whole time.

Things between Jungkook and you fell back to its usual routine after that night, as if he didn’t casually stare into your eyes with such affection, an emotion that you were never on the receiving end of. The two of you bickered like there was no tomorrow over the most trivial matters. Moreover, you felt like the bickering intensified to the next level, with him storming off during one of your many arguments. Initially, you were unable to notice the change but Sana brought it on herself to enlighten you.

“Is it just me or jung the cock has been more annoying lately?” Pushing her shoulder lightly, you scoff at the absurdity of her statement. You watch as she pours the hot coffee into her cup.

“Clearly you have yet to see how annoying he can be then”, you brushed her off easily with raised eyebrows. Sana comes closer with her cup of coffee, as her breath fans your neck, whispering words into your ear, with a smirk plastered on her face when she pulls away to the sight of you, a blushing mess.

“My office. Now.” A voice cuts your conversation, interrupting what Sana was about to tell you next. You swore you saw drool by Sana’s mouth. Muffling your laughter at the sight before you, you attempted to purse your lips. But you gave into temptation as bursts of laughter escaped from your mouth. That was until you realised another presence in the pantry alongside Sana and yourself.

“You better be in my office by the time I step in”, as his finger points at you while he adjusts his tuxedo.

“Wait, was he pointing at me or you?”, but before you could even finish your statement, he left the pantry.

“What’s with his habit of interrupting people when they speak?” You managed to huff out with narrowed eyes and pouted lips. He’s lucky he’s cute.

“I heard that.”

Before you knew it, your legs conveniently brought you to your destination, bringing your attention to the letters engraved in silver.

MIN YOONGI

It somehow registered in your mind after a whole 5 minutes that this was the guy Sana was raving about for the past 1 week. You weren’t surprised, to be honest. He was exactly her type. Stormy eyes and a smirk that graced his lips each time you saw him. You didn’t need to see him to know who he is. He was the talk of the company. Everyone always seemed to be whispering and gossiping about a particular Yoongi and how much of a tsundere he is. But honestly, you couldn’t care less. After all, the two of you didn’t know each other and it’s not like you wanted to get to know him anyway—-

“Are you even listening to me?”, you watch as Yoongi waves his palm in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Anyways, I was about to propose an idea to you.”

An idea that will be beneficial to the both of us.

“What makes you think that I am even interested in listening to this idea of yours?” You watch as his eyes take in your words. You took the opportunity to take a step forward and take proper look at him. Just when he was about to mutter a response, Jungkook barged into his office, bringing with him a whole load of materials on his hands.

That’s exactly the reason

You should have taken a photo of his expression at that moment, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes take in the proximity between you and Yoongi. He managed to mask it with indifference and started to laugh his heart out as he placed the materials on Yoongi’s desk.

“When I told you to get a man, I didn’t think you would take me so seriously”, was all you could make out between his laughter. Wow, that stung.

Jungkook has always teased and insulted you on countless occasions but it never felt as personal as the one he just shot you down with. It was times like this that reminded you of your hatred towards that brat. He never failed to make you feel small and inadequate. Though many people have come to the conclusion that his actions are a result of his inner desires of wanting to court you, you couldn’t be gladder to laugh in their faces and tell them how wrong they have been. Because that’s definitely not how a person that likes you would talk to you.

“Watch your tone Jeon Jungkook, you are speaking to my girlfriend.”

Wait what, who the hell does he think he is to be calling me his girlfriend?

“Yoongi, tell me what’s goi—” You reached out to tap his shoulder but he grabbed your wrist and faced you instead. Before you could even ask what was going on, he hesitantly stroked your cheek with his finger as he pulled you in for a hug. You bit the smile that was beginning to form on your lips as you breathed in the strong yet comforting scent of peppermint.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud but the smell of peppermint on Yoongi, you liked it a lot. Forgetting all about Jungkook, you stay in his arms, as he tightens his grip on your waist, kissing your forehead. The slamming of his door and a string of curses spewed out was all you needed to, to know that Jungkook had left, and possibly never annoy you again.

After several moments of silence, Yoongi had withdrawn from you, eyes never leaving you. Storm meets peace. You were overwhelmed with emotions you have yet to experience, and from all people, you didn’t expect to feel it for Yoongi. A guy that you barely you even know, let alone the ceo of the company you’re working for.

“I like you, a lot actually. In case you didn’t notice, we always bumped heads at company outings. I went the extra mile to organise all these gatherings and made sure Sana would invite you, so I would be able to see you.” You swore you saw him panting right after all that, possibly from anxiety as his eyes nervously dart from yours to the ground. To be honest, you felt yourself running out of words, a first-time occurrence. Suddenly, you felt suffocated in his office.

“I’m flattered, really. But I don’t really know what to say. We barely even know each other, all I know is your name and your job. I’m not turning you down but neither am I giving you a ‘yes’ for an answer”, and with that you let out your honest opinion that was nagging at you. Yikes, you must have really made it all awkward now, with the both of you standing in silence, taking in each other’s response. Okay, this is just the perfect moment to slip out of his office, before the silence kills you. Collecting the materials from his desk, you tugged at your pockets before a mutter of ‘I’ll get going’ escapes from your mouth. He couldn’t just watch you leave. Leave without hearing him out.

“We’ll take it slow. We’ll do anything, it’s all up to you. That’s if you’ll have me”, that alone caused you to stop in your tracks. The sincerity dripping from his words moved you, and ushered you to face him and hug him back. And that was all Jungkook needed to hear before his legs moved on their own accord and his tears fled their confines.

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