#and it SUCKS it didnt condition my hair at all and on top of that it stinks

[catsrightnow]

Do I wake up @ 6am 2 buy conditioner so ky hair doesnt reek tmrw....

[krxideprnz-archive]

Idk if my message went through cause my internet sucked, but since he doesn’t have a technical age....

Can I request a sub Mahito x dom reader smut.

He would be such a brat and I live for it.

I just wanna peg his pretty ass into oblivion and just wreck him.

I wanna watch him cry and scream as I deny his orgasim a few times and have him beg.

I wanna break him and watch his pretty face turn red.

Since I’m kinky asf, he would totally have a praise kink and be really into roleplay.

Also I have a mommy kink so yeah...

As to how this all occurs, it’s up to you! And sorry if you got this request from me more than once, once again my internet was pretty crap

Oh my god I really hope this is alright because I just absolutely despise Mahito 😔😔 but I tried to push these feelings away somehow.

I hope you enjoy this hun 🥰

Sub! Mahito x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - master and servant talk/orgasm denial/mommy kink/pegging

A cup of coffee was placed next to you on the table by Mahito, who was currently staying at your place.

Since the the two of you started dating, he insisted on staying at your place, and who were you to say no to that pout of his?

But the time with him turned out to be better than you expected it to be, and he was surprisingly thankful for his new living space. 

“Well aren’t you a nice little servant?” you spoke, jokingly, as you placed a little bit of sugar in your beverage. 

You could see Mahito pause his movement before clearing his throat. 

“Servant?” He giggled, trying to cover up the rush of excitement that filled his body at your words. 

You watched him closely, surely something had happened that got him all excited, and you were sure you knew what it was, ready to use it fully to your advantage.

“Don’t tell me you like it when I call you that?” You smirked, turning in your chair to face him completely.

He swallowed hard before shrugging his shoulders, still an attempt to show that he wasn’t affected.

“I was just surprised”

“Okay, then I order you to leave. Your master has to work now” you winked at him, working to slowly get him to admit he was turned on, even though it was painfully obvious.

Mahito still stood where he was as he spoke; “come on. You know I get turned on when you call me that”

“How am I supposed to tell? You said you were just surprised” you stated, crossing your legs and still looking at him with a exaggerated oblivious look. He sighed, a small pout forming on his face. It was clear that he was becoming impatient, so he decided to finally voice his thoughts;

„Please Master... call me Servant once more“ he finally slipped into his role, bright eyes staring back at you as a small grin graced his features. He pushed all your buttons just right, so you stood up and gestured for him to follow you into the bedroom.

You could practically feel the excitement radiating from his body as he entered your shared bedroom. He stood by the bed, waiting for your next oder like the obedient servant he was.

„Get on the bed, now“ you spoke, watching as he lowered his body onto the matress, expectantly staring up at you.

You began to undress him, relieving him of every arcticle of clothing covering his pale skin. Your fingers traced over the marks covering his body, touching every sensitive spot you know he liked.

He was sighing in content, feeling your digits on his body and your face hovering dangerously close over his, breath fanning over his parted lips.

„Touch me more“ he spoke, Mahito was craving for your touch, desperate to feel your skin on his, but he completely forgot the place he was in. A slap to his thigh was the thing that snapped him out of his daze.

„What was that for, (Y/N)?“

„Know your place. You don’t tell me what to do here. And thats Master for you“ you ordered.

His breath hitched in his throat when he watched you get up and move away from the bed. At first he was scared that you would leave him here since he disobeyed, but soon, you came back with a very familiar item placed in your hand.

He gazed at the strap on in your hand as you walked towards the bed again, hips swaying with each step you took. You also began to undress yourself, exposing more and more of your body to Mahito, who was watching every single movement like a hawk, admiring your soft curves and features.

You threw the fabric to the side and stepped into the strap to secure it around you.

„Look at you getting all excited, I havent even done anything yet.”

You could see his cock begin to harden. You got in the bed next to him, laying on the bed, he still had to do some preparation.

„Well. Serve me first. Suck“ you gestured to the toy.

„Hey come on. Im not gonna-“

„You wanna get fucked or not? You’ll have to be a good boy if you want to“ you spoke, and he hesitantly crawled further down to take the toy into his mouth.

The dildo was covered with his spit as he sucked on it further, his tongue licking over the shaft.

„Prepare it real good, honey, so I can fuck that tight little ass of yours thoroughly.“

His breath got caught in his throat and he gagged when you began to fuck up into his mouth.

Small tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he looked up at you, generous as you are, you let him take a short break to speak.

„Im ready!f-fuck please...“ his dick was dripping precum on the sheets, forming a small wet spot on the soft sheets. You tapped your finger against your chin, pretending to think about your answer, even though you already made up your mind.

„Okay Servant. But one more condition. Ride on this cock like the needy little thing you are“

A faint blush coated his cheeks but he still complied, positioning himself over the dildo before looking at you confirmation. When he saw you nod, he lovered himself onto the toy, taking him slowly until you completely bottomed out.

„Hngh-ah!“ at first he felt nothing but pain, he felt like he was being torn in half by the sheer girth of the dildo, but at the same time he felt unbelievably good, shaking on top of you while youre grinning up at him.

„M-Master--“

„I want you to call me Mommy, can you do that for me?“ you cooed and thrusted up into him. His head fell to the side with a breathy moan as the pain he felt slowly contorted into pure pleasure.

„fuck..Mommy!“

„Yes, let everyone know whos making you feel this good“

He started to bounce up and down on the strap, grabbing onto your shoulders for support.His nails dug into your skin, creating small crescent marks on your skin from the pressure.

Every time the toy reentered him, a loud pleasured moan escaped his throat at the intense sensation. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

„Ah! My legs...“ he sighed when he started to feel a growing pain in his legs from all the harsh moving they had to support. You let out an exagerrated sigh, before turning the both of you around, so Mahito was underneath you, hair fanned out over the pillow, blush coating his cheeks and eyes glossed over. He looked ethereal.

His lips parted with every desperate sound he made, head falling back into the pillow as you set an even pace to pound into his walls. His hole was clenching around the toy, seemingly pulling it even further in.

His mouth fell open in a silent scream as the toy started to kiss his prostate, touching the sensitive spot with each following thrust.

„s-shit! Mommy! G-Ah!“ his eyes closed tightly as he felt his incoming orgasm, the familiar sensation in his body started to grow, threatening to push him over the edge any second now. And you could definetly tell from the way his moans got louder and louder- and his breathing staggered.

The only words that left his mouth were „Mommy“ or „more!“ and mumbled incoherent phrases.

You grabbed his dick tightly, denying his orgasm- and Mahito started to wiggle in your grasp. „Why- just- ngh!“ he cursed as he glared up at you, mad at the feeling of his orgasm dying down.

„You couldnt even fuck yourself until you came on this dick before your legs gave out, its pathetic“ he let out a small whine as he looked away to the side, seemingly emberassed by your statement.

He was about to talk back when you started to move again, tight hold on his erection never loosening. The headboard of the bed hit the wall with your fast movements, pounding inside of his tight ass with fevor.

Mahito felt your thumb touch his leaking tip, rubbing the precum over his sensitive head.

„Can I cum now-ngh..“ he blinked away his tears when your tight grip on him still didnt falter. His head thrashed around as yet another orgasm was denied from him. His cock was now painfully throbbing and your pace only fastened, dragging along his walls and hitting his prostate in the most pleasuring way possible.

„Okay okay... god youre so impatient.“ you rolled your eyes and hesitantly let go of his erection, building him up to another fast approaching high.

It only took him a few more thrusts to feel the familiar feeling slowly build up again.

Your mouth lowered to play with his nipples, wich pushed him over the edge when he felt the sensation of your tongue over his sensitive buds.

He came with multiple high pitched moans of your name, body trembling in bliss as you continued to fuck him through his high.

„Thank you Mommy- I need more of you-!!“ he was still craving for your attention-, the intense feeling of your harsh thrusts.

Tears were building in his eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Who were you to deny your little Servant?

[leossmoonn]

Mornings With You [Klaus Mikaelson]

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pairing - klaus mikaelson x gn!soft-ish!reader (basically didnt put any pronouns and physical descriptions, but i usually dont do that anyways lol)

type - fluff

note - request was: "hey can you do a long fluff with klaus mikaelson<3"

summary - you have a lovely, very fluffy morning with Klaus :))

warnings - none :)

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White light from the sun streamed through the window and curtains. The light landed on the blue bed sheets and onto your face. You felt the warm rays on your forehead and opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to get your eyes used to the brightness. 

You shifted in the bed and yawned, stretching your whole body and sighing. You turned around fully and was met with your boyfriend’s sleeping face. He looked so peaceful. 

You smiled and put your hand up to his cheek, feeling over the stubble on his cheek and his soft skin. You admired his pink, plump lips and messy, dirty-blond hair. You ran your fingers through his hair, swirling strands in-between your fingers. He looked so handsome and hot, even in his sleep.

Klaus stirred in his sleep, waking up from your soft touch. He loved it, though. 

A small smile formed on his lips are he gained more consciousness. He opened his eyes and saw you staring at his lips, to which he chuckled too.

“You can kiss them if you want to,” Klaus said.

You smiled and scooted closer to him. You put your lips on his gently, kissing him tenderly. Klaus put his hand on your back, pulling you in even closer. You rolled on top of him, straddling his waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. Klaus put his hands on your waist and under your shirt, massaging your skin.

You pulled away to take a breath, sitting back on Klaus’s legs. 

“What a lovely way to start the day,” he smiled. 

“Agreed,” you said and interlocked your hands with his. “What are you gonna do today?”

“I’m thinking about visiting the Salvatore boys. I want to see if I can get the white oak stakes from them,” Klaus answered.

You nodded, drawing patterns on his hands. “Spend the morning with me?”

“Of course. What do you want for breakfast today, love?” Klaus asked. 

“Mm,” you hummed, thinking of an answer. “Chocolate chip waffles sound good.” “Sounds good. I’ll make some,” he said.

“Great! I’m going to take a shower first. Wanna join me?” You asked. 

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do,” Klaus smiled. 

You giggled and before you could roll off of Klaus, he got up and carried you into the shower using his vampire speed. You yelped out of surprise. 

He took off both your clothes, turned on the shower, and pushed you two into the lukewarm water. 

“Klaus!” You screeched as cold water hit your back. 

Klaus put on a goofy smile, to which you responded by splashing water at him. Klaus laughed and pushed your body fully into the running water. You grabbed his bicep, taking him with you. You two shared a passionate, sweet kiss under the water before grabbing soap. 

You took a sponge and body wash and lathered up Klaus. You reached on your tip toes to get his face. You gave him a quick kiss before putting shampoo in your hand. 

You put your hands up to his hair, massaging his scalp. Klaus moaned at the sensation and you smiled. You then did the same with the conditioner. He rinsed off his hair before returning the favor to you. 

He took soap in his hands and managed your body. He started with your neck, then shoulders, your arms, sides, stomach, your legs, and feet. The full-body massage felt good and you found yourself leaned into him, and closing your eyes in content. 

He paid good attention to your shoulders, knowing you often had lots of stress there from worrying about him and his shenanigans.

He then went to shampoo and condition your hair. He massaged your scalp nicely, easing your mind and body. You rinsed your hair out and cleaned the rest of your body.

Klaus turned off the shower and you two dried off, and got ready for the day.

You put on a pair of jeans and one of Klaus’s shirts. You and him went downstairs to make breakfast together. You got out the waffle mix, chocolate chips, milk, and eggs. 

You started with measuring the flour and putting in a large mixing bowl and cracking two eggs. While you were mixing them together, Klaus decided to take a handful of flour and throw it on your hair. 

You gasped, “Klaus! We just showered!”

“Looks like you’ll have to take another,” he smiled mischievously.

You bit back a laugh and took an egg and cracked it on his head. 

“Y/n!” Klaus laughed as egg yolk dripped down to his shoulder. 

“Looks like you have to take a shower, too,” you teased.

Klaus took another handful of flour and threw it at your face. You shrieked and grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at his face, too. He grabbed an egg and before he could crack it on you, you tackled him and the egg fell on the floor. You straddled his waist and pinned his arms down. 

“If you crack that egg on my head, I will hide all the blood bags for weeks,” you said. 

Klaus frowned at you, but used his strength to flip you two over. Your heart started to race at our close he was. Your skin tingled from his touch. He leaned down to your ear. 

“You fail to realize that human are also blood bags, and you can’t hide them from me,” Klaus smirked. 

You rolled your eyes, accepting your defeat. “Yeah, yeah. But if you crack that egg on my head, I will shun you forever.”

Now it was Klaus’s turn to accept defeat. “Fine, fine. I would hate if you shuned me. I can’t spend a day without you.”

You blushed, “More like you can’t spend a day without attention.”

Klaus gasped and put his hand on his heart. “You have hurt me deeply, Y/n.”

“Sucks to suck,” you stuck your tongue out and wiggled out from underneath him. 

Klaus smiled and got up with you. You two finished your waffles, dancing around the kitchen while doing so. You two made your breakfast and sat on the couch to eat. You sat on Klaus’s lap, snuggling into him while eating. 

“I love you,” Klaus said.

You smiled and looked up at him. “I love you, too. Mornings with you like these are my favorite. I hope they never end.”

Klaus set a kiss on your forehead. “They never will, love. Trust me.”

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Shikimaru

Edit: YOU RAGITY HOES AIN'T TELL ME ALL OF IT DIDNT POST

Like i said before ik people have different personalities so this is a bold y/n. Side note: guys can feel it when you sit on their lap and 💢 clench💢 da cooter fyi.

"I got a stank ass walk, and a reckless ass mouth and my pussy so tight…"

You danced throughout the house as you swept the floor. It was a hot summer so you were wearing nothing but a crop top and some shorts.

"When he say, "Fuck me" I tell him, "Fuck me good" Chase these niggas? I wish I would."

At this point you were dancing around the home and had completely forgotten about chores you had as you bounced on the couch cushions. As the song went on, you grinded your hips as you lowered into a squat.

When you stood up again, you were a bit out of breath, "Guess I don't have Megan knees." You laughed and continued to pop your ass as you walked to your room.

"Don't stop, pop that cat. Mm, mm, just like that. Mm, mm, shake that shit…"

You twerked to the stuffed animals in your bed as you mouthed the words. For a moment you had to rest as the heat slowly got to you. With one hand on your back you stood in front of your room fan. "Man we really got to get an air conditioner."

"And I really gotta find a way to condition you to lock the door when I leave." You giggle as arms wrap around you. "Ah when did you get back Shiki?"

The man in question, kissed your temple as his hands trailed up your stomach to the edge of your crop top. "Since, "Fuck me good" and I've been intrigued ever since." You roll your eyes, "You can't handle the heat boo."

As the song went over "Or Nah" came on and you grinded against Shikimaru. He leaned back slightly so he would watch your rear against his front, and boy did he like what he saw.

You threw your head back onto his shoulder as you brought an arm back to hold his neck and brought him into a kiss. When you released his mouth, you smirked as he chased after you for more.

"Oh, sorry Shiki, but it's too hot to do anything right now." Shikimaru frowned as he watched you retreat. You hid your smirk as you glanced down at the obvious tent in his cargo pants.

As the day went on you made it your mission to tease Shikimaru. First you made him lunch, two ham sandwiches that, while making, you accidently spilled mayo on your breasts. And of course you didn't wipe it off, didn't want to keep hubby waiting.

To wash away your troubles, you took a nice hot shower but what's this? You forgot your towel? Now you have to go all across the house to get it out of the dryer. Oh well.

Shikimaru clients his empty juice box as he watched your naked form walk past him. No you weren't shaking your hips more than usual. No you bending over wasn't on purpose. Yes the towel was useless as you paraded back to the bathroom with it over your shoulder.

At the end of the day all you wanted was a nice cuddle with your boyfriend. But he was unfortunately playing GTA with Choji and Garra. "What are you doing?" He asked slowly as you sat in his lap. You said nothing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his.

Shikimaru rolled his eyes and continued to play his game. Feeling your legs fall asleep, you innocently wiggle your hips in his lap and totally didn't do it deliberately over his crotch. "Y/n." He warned into your ear and you couldn't help but throb at the sound.

Even with all the teasing you did, you couldn't deny you felt as if you were teasing yourself. Shikimaru focused his attention back on his game. You trailed your nails down his back, enjoying the shiver that went throughout his body.

"What's wrong Nara? Cat got your tongue?" You rolled your hips against his crotch and giggled as you felt him harden below you. Shikimaru sighed, and held his mic to his mouth, "Sorry guys I have something to take care of."

It was barely seconds till his hands were on you. Fingers slipped under the fabric of your pants. His mouth was on your neck sucking bruises onto your tan skin. "You've been mean to me all day y/n." You moaned as he guided your hips against him.

You leaned back and removed your shirt and he quickly latched onto your left nipple. "Nara!" He peppered your chest with bites and licks. A sneaky look came over him, "What's the problem? You made me wait all day, I think I at least deserve this much." 

You take the initiative to place your own marks on his skin, dragging your fingers through his black hair. "I want it now." You said pouting as you bite the shell of his ear. Shikimaru rolled his neck, "Fine but since you wanted to be a little shit you're gonna have to do the work yourself. 

You roll your eyes but do as you pleased. Shikimaru watched as you got on your knees and unzipped his pants. His penis looked back at you and you placed a small lick just to see it jump. 

Feeling like being even more of a little shit, you wrap your mouth only around the tip and suck gently, not missing how Shikimaru's thighs flexed with each lath your tongue left.

Shikimaru placed his hands on the back of your head and pushed you down and you happily obliged. Bobbing your head, you reach your hand down and give your own self attention.

Your concentration varied from your wet regions to the throbbing cock in your mouth and you began to feel dizzy as Shikimaru's hips began to join the action.

Not wanting to make your own self cum, you give one final lick before standing up and climbing into his lap. Shikimaru grabs a nearby pillow and puts it behind him as he lays back and watched.

You stuck out your tongue in teasingly as you rubbed his dick against your opening. With skillful concentration, you slowly sink down with a low growl as he fills you. With a breathless laugh, Shikimaru claps, "Congratulations, truly a worthy performance." 

"Don't be a bitch Shiki." You rock your hips slowly so you could get used to the feeling. Last time you started fast, you couldn't walk without a limp for 3 days. Shikimaru's hands come to your hips and you take that opportunity to start really moving.

What they don't tell you about riding someone, is that your legs get tired quickly and honestly it is hard to keep going once the pleasure builds. And those are facts you could truly relate to as you constantly adjusted your legs. "Wow you really don't have Megan knee's." Shikimaru said as he watched your change position for the 5th time.

You slapped him gently, "Watch your mouth before I give you blue balls." Shikimaru laughed, "You would do that." His grip on your hips got tighter and his hips began to move under you, "Not when I'm making you feel this good."

You place your hands on his chest as you shake from the repeated onslaught of your hips meeting. "Oh god, yes right there please!" Shikimaru was focused on every angle that made you tighten around him. "Right there?!"

You close your mouth to contain your noise but that was no use as a loud whimper still made it through. "Yes, yes, yes!" Your cried as you felt your orgasm getting closer. Shikimaru's hips stuttered as your insides constricted around him. At this rate he wouldn't last.

You move your hips in time with him and you soon cum around his cock. Shikimaru pulls out and settles with simply fucking your thighs till he came on your ass.

You both collapse next to each other, out of breath. Shikimaru, as always, turned to his side and declared he was tired. You smiled as you cuddled close to his back. Before he could drift off completely, you lean forward and whisper, "Real hot girl shit." Which promptly got you flipped off the bed. 

[katsukikitten]

Back at it again since tumblr didnt want me in the tags the first time

Bakugou was irritable today. Not that his irritability was anything new but every little thing set his skill crawling. His forearms littered with threatening pops as he bared his teeth to anyone brave enough to look his way. 

He figured the only way to get his agitation out was to hit something, anything.

 So he headed to one of the two closest gyms from his small apartment to blow off some much needed steam. The local 24 hour gym that was open to the public was a no go, not just because it was always over crowded but also because he got banned after cussing out some damn extras who were snapping pictures of him instead of working out like one should. Leaving his only other option to be the agency's "gym". 

When he first set foot into the sorry excuse of a gym he demanded a better upgrade for it, if they expected to keep him and Kirishima in top shape. Otherwise he would begin to look elsewhere considering other agencies were dying to have the newest upcoming pro hero in their rankings. The agency obliged, delivering his expectations and more in less than a week. Guess being in the top five really did have its perks. 

The ash blonde pulls his shiny new coupe into the parking garage and finds a spot closest to the entrance. He grabs for his water bottle from the passenger seat before exiting the car, locking his black beauty as he made his way inside.  He swipes his fob over the keypad before it beeps while flashing green, allowing him entrance to the back door of the basement. Walking past the long corridor of support labs that had long since closed to get to the gym. The rooms illuminated by the low light of locked computers, secrets and redesigns stowed away behind bullet proof glass. 

Nearing the end of the dimly lit hall he spies harsh light flooding onto the linoleum floor, indicating that someone seemed to be collecting some major overtime. From his experiences at UA he figured each room would be filled to the brim with over eager support, eccentrically yelling at one another over specs and improvements, sharing their love of science at a volume much too high for Bakugou's taste. Shortly after his hero debut he discovered just how wrong he was about the support labs. He had needed a 2am, mid shift, costume adjustment so he came here, expecting the place to be brimming with brilliant minds only to find one person still working. 

So it should be no surprise that at 10:30 at night there was one room that was clearly occupied. Still a rare curiosity takes over the hot head as he peeks into the room while passing, wondering if he will catch a glimpse of you again. 

He found you odd, as you seemed to be nocturnal or better yet maybe you didn't sleep at all. No need for it as your hunger for knowledge seemed to outweigh any basic human need.

Bakugou had only seen you a handful of times, here and there in passing towards the gym at all hours of the day and night. Maybe it was just coincidence that he would find you hunched over something with this gleam in your eye as you destroyed and rebuilt the item over and over again.  

He shakes his head, he doesn't get it. Doesn't get why you dedicate so much time when no one else in your department seemed to give as much of a damn as you did. Or maybe he did get it, maybe it was similar to how he pushes himself so he can be number one, except yours was just for intellectual stimulation. 

After an hour and a half of throwing weights and punches around and becoming heavily drenched in sweat, Bakugou finally calls it a night. Gulping water from his water bottle before wiping at the sheen that collected on his forehead. He sighs out, before catching himself in the mirror. Smirking as he flexes, letting go a few pops. Admiring not only his improved physique but also his new hair style. Sides faded but top long, ash strands looking borderline messy, as if someone had just caught him and a lover kissing heavily in a dark hall during a house party, their fingers desperately pulling at his hair. 

He reaches for the ceiling in a grunting stretch as a yawn forces its way out. He leaves the gym, switching off the lights before making his way back to the parking garage. A furrow of his brow as he notices the light to your lab is still on, maybe you had forgotten to kill the light when you left or maybe you were still tinkering away.  Crimson eyes peer into the room, spying you as you begin to stretch. Your eyes latch onto his as he watches your expression go from concentrated to elated. You jump from your seat, causing Bakugou's brow to furrow more before you're flinging open the door and yanking at his wrist.

"Wow what are the odds?! Well I guess they would be around 4.64% considering you don't normally frequent this gym but I should also factor in your recent ban raising it up to.." 

"Oi, shitty woman, quit the nerd talk!" He yanks his wrist from your small, delicate hands. Totally unsure of what your name is and even if he did know it, he would sooner address you with an insult than your family name. 

"Ah I forget, not everyone loves numbers. But still I am quite lucky tonight." You beam up at him, hair threatening to fall loose from its haphazardly shaped bun, "You're just the man I needed to see, Bakugou." 

He isn't sure why but a faint blush creeps to his cheeks, was it your bright smile that threw him so off guard or was it the way your lips formed around his name?

He sucks his teeth, looking away from you with crossed arms. 

"Well I'm sweaty as fuck, so you really don't need me." He huffs but before he can turn on his heel you're clamping cool black metal to his forearms. You guide him to the door to the testing area of your lab, turning his arms this way and that to make sure your measurements are perfect as you ramble on. 

"No! No! That is the perfect condition for this experiment. I've been working on your winter costume since there are deficiencies with your current one. Since you, and I'm sure you already know, sweat less in the winter there needs to be some sort of counter balance to offset the possibility of little to no stored sweat. Preventive measures could be made sure and you collect sweat from previous activities but 'stale' sweat does not ignite as quickly or as violently as fresh sweat. One could argue that using heavier and denser materials could help aid in more sweat production but this risks overheating should a mission need you inside or a rapid change in environment all together outweight any benefit. So not only are these bracers less obnoxious than your gauntlets, no offense, but they collect 56 to even 62% more of expandable sweat compared to the normal 54% all while reducing the amount needed for ignition. Sure my colleagues could say that's a marginal improvement at best but…" Heat radiates off of him in waves, pulling your eye upwards. You're met with a red hot gaze that seems to rake over your skin. An odd chill runs down your spine as you realize your mistake. 

Nerd talk.  And rambling nerd talk at that. 

All the while Bakugou wonders why your hands are so damn cold and yet they feel good, soothing to his warmed skin. Refreshing even as it reminds him of a passing breeze in the summer or hiding in the shade from the sun.

A bit of heat rushes into your cheeks as you suddenly realize how close you are to THE Ground Zero. Someone who you knew so intimately through paper and yet knew nothing about all at the same time. You knew his measurements, the circumference of his head, his biceps, the number of inches around his thighs. Hell, you had them memorized since the big boss upstairs assigned you his costume and accessories well over a year ago. And yet you couldn't even fathom to name his favorite color or favorite food for that matter.

You swallow thickly, clearing your throat as you move on, dropping his deadly hands as you do.

"Ah, anyway, these bracers are designed to help with not only better sweat collection in both summer and winter but to aid in some stealth missions as they make no sound compared to your heavy gauntlets." You smile at him once more causing his stomach to flip before those small icy hands press harshly into his toned hot back, pushing him into the testing chamber behind diamond glass. 

"I just need you to test them. I need to make sure they can withstand your heat and power." With that you shut him away, quickly trotting to the mic on the other side. Pressing the button to speak as he turns his arms over looking at the smooth black material 

"Now, remember, it takes less sweat. So don't go all out!" At first you worry it falls on deaf ears before he gives a nod your way. Suddenly you are in awe of the power house that stands before you as his expression changes from utter agitation to complete determined focus, all with something as simple as a deep breath out. He focuses on producing enough sweat to ignite, calling on his quirk as if it were an extension of himself. Pooling it onto his skin, permeating the air with the slight smell of burnt sugar before he let's go a small pop. 

But the medium sized explosion he had expected was anything but what was produced.  Suddenly the brace on his arm explodes from the pressure as does the diamond glass in the room. Fear grips Bakugou as shards of glass go flying towards you before you flick your wrist harshly.  

The deadly shards bypass you, glistening shrapnel sinks deeply into the tile floor around you like a piece of jagged art.

And yet you seem unphased, delighted even as a manic smile paints your lips before it sours. Eyes noticing that the bracer barely stood up to the challenge. 

"Fuck…the density still cannot withstand the joules output or force that Bakugou is capable of…" A string of murmurs that remind him all too much of Deku as your fingers curl in the air, calling forth the failed experiment with unseen forces. The blonde long forgotten as you hunch over the workbench, going back to square one. 

Crimson eyes dissect your form and actions as you pull various books and tools towards you with the influence of your quirk, hovering around the work space. 

Suddenly you feel heat radiating behind you when normally you're enveloped in the cool air of the air conditioning, kept extra low in the labs to prevent overheating of parts. You look over your shoulder, suddenly remembering the Pro hero who's beginning to wonder why you're in support with a quirk like that. 

"I know, I know. The last bus and train left hours ago. I'll catch them in the morning." You guess at why he's lingering as you wave him off with your hand. He's caught off guard by your statement before he notices the clock, going to open his mouth to scold before snapping it shut. 

Why should he care if you work through the night? What was he gonna do? Offer you a ride when he didn't even know your name? 

He sucks his teeth biting out as he leaves. 

"Just call me when you're ready to test these again." 

Weeks pass and it's as you never left the lab. Glued to the same spot as he tests the product every other week only for you to grow more and more frustrated with each failure punctuated by shattered bracers. 

And every time he enters the lab room he learns something new about you. He can tell when or if you've left the lab for longer than a few minutes by how tidy the space is or lack thereof. A chaotic circle encompasses you filled with random items that you hope will ignite a spark of inspiration. Anything from books to thin sheets of metal and even to soft fabrics that haphazardly lay atop metal tools. Anything one could possibly imagine was probably there, sitting along-side several empty cups that once held iced coffee. He notices the bags beneath your eyes as they darken with each passing week and he's beginning to wonder if you've ever left as he leaves anywhere between 12 to 3am most nights. 

Tonight is no different as he makes his way to the gym at midnight while you're hunched over his bracers. A part of him wants to tell you to stop being an idiot, to rip you from your little stool and drag you to your bed or wherever the fuck you'll sleep as the other part points out 'why do you fucking care?' So he watches silently, eyes fixated on you until he runs out of glass to look through before he locks himself away in the gym. 

Bakugou puts in his black wireless earbuds before cranking his music up, tossing his phone onto a nearby workbench. He stretches this way and that, reaching for the sky as he looks at his form in the mirror, his hard earned V and bottom two abs wink at his reflection beneath his signature black tank top and his black hoodie. 

His fist connects easily with the heavy black bag suspended by a large chain. The sandbag swings back and forth with a creak with each heavy handed blow. Bakugou loses time with each kick and hit thrown at the bag, each passing song fueling his desire to melt his frustration until his hair is plastered to his forehead. He lets out a steadying breath as his heart roars in his chest,he rears his fist back for a final blow backed by a bit of his quirk. It connects with the well worn leather with such force a weak link in the chain snaps as the fabric obliterates, the 200lb bag flies into the mirror behind it. Shards of reflective glass glitter as they rain onto the matted floor. 

"Fuck." He huffs, stretching and turning to the opposite mirror. Sending a quick snap of his tongue out with the caption "Oops" as the background showcases the decimated gym to Kirishima. He picks up his bag, removing his ear buds to be met with the cool air of the hallway. 

Your light is still on causing him to grind his teeth as his phone reads 2:45am. He's angry enough he chooses to avoid looking into your enclosure as he walks past, fearful his sharp tongue will give him away. He misses you perk up, frantically waving for him to come in before you're at the door, flinging it open to yell out much too loudly in the empty halls. 

"Bakugou!" Your voice is hoarse and cracks from disuse before you clear your throat, lightly jogging to catch up to his large stride, "I've done it!" 

He ignores you, lips pursed in a tight line before your cold hand wraps tightly around his wrist. Pulling him back to the lab with eager steps. He rips away his wrist with a growl and follows you reluctantly, you seem unphased by his harsh actions. 

"I've finally perfected it. I'm sure this time. I was looking at it all wrong. Larger surface area does not always equate to better absorption. Not to mention the pressure for the explosions beneath the bracer is what was causing the failure in the first place. A marginal error that I should have caught earlier. This new design covers less than 15% of your skin but increases…." You ramble but it all falls on deaf ears. 

Bakugou sees that your hair is so loose in its ponytail it might as well be down. The bags beneath your eyes weigh heavy on your pretty features, your skin showing signs of dehydration as it seems to have lost some of its elasticity. Your lab coat is wrinkled and your nametag, that you're wearing for once, is pinned on upside down. He commits your name to memory although he finds it odd that it must be your first name instead of your family name, then again you do hail from overseas. As the two of you walk into your lab he realizes instantly that it has become your main living space. Shards of diamond glass still litter your floor, there is no rhyme or reason to the placement of objects.  Tools, and trash commingle in dangerous piles and stacks around the room. Something knits itself as it floats in the air, wavering a bit when you pause your rambling to yawn.

"Oi nerd!" Bakugou's voice is sharp, authoritative as he grips onto your wrist. Eyes still washing over the room before they land on you. Somehow you're too daft or too tired to pick up on his concern. 

"Yea yea nerd talk. I fucking get it." A half snap from your exhaustion, "Just…" 

You lose his grip before grabbing onto his arm, finding a mesh woven bracer somehow on that disastrous desk. It seems to be made of a soft, elastic fabric as you slip it over his thick forearm after shoving away his sweatshirt sleeve.

"Perfect, your sweat output was pretty close to max earlier. I could smell caramel from the gym. This is going to be so fucking great!" You giggle in delight as the other mesh bracer finishes itself, dropping before you frantically reach for it. He notices your faulty step, your under the breath curse and the long moment your eyes flutter. He almost bites his tongue clean off. 

Again your cool hands find his burning skin as you try to keep your tired brain focused on the task at hand and not how his forearms have grown nearly a half inch since your first encounter. It's difficult not to fall victim to his intoxicating smell as you force yourself to not sway on your feet and collapse into a lovely muscular man. His heat seems to have some sort of affect on you, causing an odd affinity between you both.

"Okay all done! Please give a medium sized blast!" You encourage, shoving him into the testing chamber as he glares down at you. He isn't sure why your chaotic state is bothering him but it does. He rolls his eyes as you slam the door shut. He brings clarity to his mind, focusing on his quirk and how the sweat feels against his skin. How it yearns to be something more, to explode into a whispering flame that may catch something ablaze. 

He gives in, just a little, giving it what it wants, igniting it with a simple thought. An explosion he would have considered large if he were still at UA but since all he's done is grow these past five years, earning him the number 3 rank, it comes to no surprise when the glass shatters yet again. 

Except this time you're too entranced with the smoke clearing, of seeing if your baby you've slaved over has made it through to comprehend the sharp threat. You notice the flying glass a moment too late, flicking your wrist to change the trajectory from what was supposed to be your entire body but your arms are grazed by the razor sharp shards. You grit your teeth, cursing to yourself calling forth a first aid kit. 

But nothing shows up in your peripheral except for a looming presence. One you give your back to in order to find the first aid kit with your gaze, when was the last time you ever had to look at something to summon it? 

Damn it, how could you be experiencing quirk failure from exhaustion right now? Sure it took a lot of brain power for your quirk but it takes weeks of no sleep for a failure plus you had been eating...your eyes glance around the room. You hadn't been eating, or so it says from the lack of any sort of plate or take out aside from your iced coffees with the added protein and carbohydrate shots your body needed to process your quirk with ease. 

Fuck, guess it really was quirk failure. You bite your lip, unable to find that damned kit hoping the hot head wouldn't catch on to your short coming. 

Vermillion eyes watch crimson spots bloom across the white fabric of your coat. He grinds his teeth, searching for the first aid kit only to find it knocked beneath a shelf. He rights himself, stalking your way with a grimace just to stop in his tracks. He watches you slip your oversize jacket off of strong shoulders, toned arms adorned with several thin slices that weep red, but what has really caught his attention was that body con dress. 

Sticking to you like a second skin, but looking somehow comfortable at the same time, he wonders for a moment if you've made it yourself. It's similar to the fabric used to make his shirts, breathable, soft, always smelling a bit sweet like you when they are fresh from the lab. His hand twitches as he can imagine how supple your curves would feel in the delicate yet sturdy material, palm already too familiar with the soft sensation. Red catches his eye once again pulling him from the trance that is your body. He sneers at the cuts as he grabs onto your cold shoulder, shoving you into your chair so he can work on you. You look up a bit shocked with a pinch of anger mixed in and a dash of hurt pride. He takes no notice as he wraps bandages tight around your arms, your eyes locked onto the bracers. The smile on your face cannot be helped as you stare proudly at your work, it was able to withstand so much power and remain not only in tact but unsinged. You grab onto his wrist turning it this way and that, a pen and pad float near by as you take notes. Bakugou cannot hide his astonishment as he watches the invisible hand borrow your neat yet rushed script as it is unable to keep up with your thoughts. You pull the bracers from his arms, fabric begins to tear itself thread by thread before spooling itself, wrapping around wood as if it were a snake. He pulls away, eyes hard as he talks himself out of whatever the stupid "heroic" side of him is saying. He takes a step back and with it taking his warmth. You shiver but you are too busy to notice, teeth chattering ever so slightly but you're too busy studying. He growls to himself. 

Suddenly you're enveloped in a dizzying sweet smell and warmth, it is then you realize that Bakugou had shoved his hoodie over your head. Slinking your arms into the holes to move the hood of the sweatshirt back, quickly realizing the material is not damp as you had once thought. It's warm from his quirks use, material dry as a bone, reminding you of pulling your favorite blanket fresh from the dryer just to wrap yourself in it as rain taps on the window of your apartment. 

Subconsciously you snuggle into it, opening your mouth to state how much work you have to do but instead you have to stifle a yawn. 

Had the cold of the lab always kept you awake, were you starting to actually feel the weight of your work only because you were warm? 

"I think it's time for bed, nerd." 

He places his hot palm on the back of your neck in a power move as he speaks. He enrages you and entices you all at once as your face snaps up to meet his gaze, your own eyes burning holes into him. He smirks down at you, deciding in this moment that he really likes you.  

"I'm taking you home. Get your shit." He squeezes your nape as a warning. He isn't taking no for an answer.

"I'll take the bus and train in the morning, three hours is child's play." Hitting his hand away, trying to return to your work. He scoffs in response. 

"You sure are oblivious for someone so smart. Tomorrow is Saturday." He crosses his exposed arms, unable to hide his smug smirk as realization washes over your stunning features, "That means the bus won't be in the business district til 10am." 

"I think I'll be okay." You say after a moment of silence, "I've waited longer. Or I could walk..." 

"Will you?" He retorts, "Your office says otherwise." 

You follow his gaze, your entire office in disarray, as if a bomb went off. 

You guess in a sense one had gone off. Biting your lip as you mull it over, eyes finding Bakugou's file shuffled across your desk, spying your own hand written cliff notes. 

Stubborn your script reads, you sigh admitting defeat as you wave your hand over the file. It tidies itself, papers folding neatly back into the Manila folder before you snap your fingers. 

Bakugou watches items soar around the room, books fighting and bickering over their order, pens and pencils long forgotten in corners of the room race back to their place on your desk. Papers flutter and fall into the trash or shredder in defeat as plastic cups sink into the plastic bin in the corner. The diamond glass follows suit as your own hands grab onto the bracers, giving them a gentle squeeze before you access an invisible drawer on your desk, hiding away your project before pushing it back. Wood flush against wood as if there were no drawer at all. 

A question burns on the tip of Bakugou's tongue, it dies in his throat for now as a new one is born. 

"That Kirishima's faceplate?" The question comes out in the form of a bite, for some reason the thought of his more likeable friend coming in here as often as Bakugou has set his blood boiling. 

"Ah yes, I just got this assignment from the big boss. Kirishima's new unbreakable breaks his faceplate everytime. Otto had it before me, which was odd. He is more of a reverse engineer. Taking an unknown material and figuring out how it works." Your eyes linger over the empty office across the way, "But he's been out and Kirishima can apparently no longer be on the back burner. Especially now that I've finished with the company's top hero." 

His heart melts just a bit as he watches a smidge of pride form in your dazzling eyes. He scoffs to change the topic.

"Come on, shitty woman." He guides you to the parking garage. 

Once there he acts out of character. At least what you would believe to be out of character as he holds open the door to his car for you, waiting for you to step in. 

"What?! I ain't fucking kidnapping you but I ain't letting you weasel out of this shit either." He growls, waiting impatiently by the door. You step in as he gently shuts the door behind you. He steps in himself, the engine purrs to life as you give him your address. 

"That far out? And you were gonna fucking walk?" He laughs, "Hell no, never again. You'll call me before you do that next time." 

"I don't have your number asshole." You grumble to yourself but he grabs your unlocked phone from your hands, plugging in his number and calling it. 

"There now you do." He locks it and puts it in his cup holder, demanding your attention. No longer can he keep that burning question to himself, "Why are you on support?" 

It puzzles you for a second before you realize he means it as a compliment to your quirk and not an insult to your intellect. 

"Oh that's easy. Being a hero wouldn't benefit me, it's too restrictive. I'm more of a…." You ponder on your words, vigilante was wrong, you wouldn't take justice into your own hands for the sake of others and villain was too strong, "Chaotic neutral. My moral compass is pretty grey and being in this lab benefits my need for knowledge." 

Bakugou glances your way, respectful of your honesty while your eyes become heavy watching the street lights blur, the hum of the engine pulling you deeper into relaxation.  There was something about a car ride that took you back to your childhood days in America.  The outskirts of the city would quickly wind into back roads lined with corn stalks that scrapped the sky. 

The street lights slowly became fewer and farther in between as the black coupe took you further from the heart of the city, soon more stars began to dot the sky.  You see just the tip of his zodiac constellation, it stirs a question within you. 

"So why do you want to be a hero?" You keep your eyes focused on the backdrop that lies beyond the tinted glass, missing Bakugou's knuckles turn stark white. 

He doesn't speak and that's answer enough for you.  

It took him an hour to get to your side of town, an hour. One you had said you would walk, one you mentioned you had walked before. He pulls up the sidewalk by your building, turning to you. 

"We're here…" His announcement turns into a sigh as he sees your slumped form. Head limp but thankfully not leaning on the glass as you're snuggled into his hoodie. You're murmuring how you need to update your measurements in your sleep causing Bakugou to roll his eyes. He pulls away to parallel park. He debates, should he wake you? 

No, who's to say you wouldn't attempt tor eturn to your work? He sighs, pocketing your phone and pulling the lanyard out of your purse that has, what he assumes,your house key on it. 

Katsuki's blood runs ice cold in his veins as realization sucker punches him square in the chest. He had NO fucking idea which apartment was yours. He turns your key over and over but why would that have the number on it? 

"Fuck." He would have to pray your mailbox was both clearly labeled and inside. He shoulders your purse before scooping you into his arms, sure to cradle you like the princess you are. 

He steps through the automatic doors, relief washes over him as a wall of mail boxes greet him. Better yet, they were neatly labeled with names AND apartment numbers.

But it is not long lived as his red eyes rake over the names, the family names, last names. He only knew your first and of course, of fucking course the Gods would laugh at him as panic rises in his throat. You had to have the most common first initial didn't you?  He had spotted it six times already but none of the last names seemed out of the ordinary, if anything they were all ordinary, run of the mill Japanese last names. Nothing foreign about them. 

"Fuck." He murmurs, plan B wouldn't work either, he can't just try out every fucking apartment with your first initial, how weird would that be, some guy shoving keys in random doors with a passed out woman in his arms. 

"Fuck." He cusses again. Was he going to have to take you to his apartment? Fuck, fuck fuck! He couldn't do that, the press slunk around his apartment like vultures, even at this hour.

"Oh you must be the guy that's been keeping her up so late at night." A voice sounds behind him, he turns towards the sound. A smaller young man smiles at him as if he and Bakugou share an inside joke. 

"Quite nice of you to bring her home, and get her mail." He laughs softly reaching for something in the desk, he approaches slowly, "But she must have forgotten to tell you she lost her key a couple of weeks ago. She always asks me to get the mail instead of paying the lost key fee. Don't blame her though." 

The desk clerk, Wantanabe, rambles on as Bakugou's sharp eyes watch closely. Silently thanking the Gods' for their blessing as he watches Watanabe slide the spare key into your mail slot. He commits your last name to memory, but more importantly 5C burns into his retinas. 

"...she hasn't been home in four weeks,  so she has a lot of mail." That snaps Bakugou back to the present, a small stack of mail is presented to him. He stares down at your form unable to keep the scowl off of his face. The dark circles beneath your eyes seem to become darker by the second. 

"Thanks." He growls through gritted teeth, snatching the mail as best he can without disturbing you. He looks for an elevator and when he sees he will have to climb five flights of stairs he wonders if this is the reason you don't come home often. 

Soon enough 5C is staring Bakugou in the face. He is hesitant, even if he does bring you home safely he wonders if you would misread his actions. As the saying goes, no good deed goes unpunished. Still his hands move quickly, sliding the key into the door and unlocking your mysteries. The apartment is sizable for the area, clean at least what he can see from the light of the hall flooding in. He flips on a switch with his elbow, he expected harsh light but instead ambient string lights that line the ceiling illuminate the space in a warm light. A three chair island with a marble water fall looks out into the living room, a large sectional couch swallows the space, a TV atop a nice entertainment table while books litter the coffee table and one part of the couch. The apartment feels as if it had been warmed by the sun through the drawn curtains but not overly hot, it feels cozy really.  As if Bakugou could imagine himself spread out on the grey sofa while you're curled against him, half dozing half reading your book. 

The thought jarrs him, he feels too close to you now, feverish almost as he rips your key from the door, shutting it softly before placing the lanyard onto the kitchen island. He spies a hall and passes a full bath, then a freshly vacant guest room to see a final door closed that he assumes is the master. He flips the switch and again light snakes around the ceiling washing the room in this comfort. He can understand the soft yellow lights considering you spend forty plus hours beneath harsh, bleaching white lights. He pulls back the comforter as best he can and lies you down gently. He removes your red bottom heels and praises the Kamisama when he sees you do not have on tights not that he would remove them anyway. You snuggle deeper into his hoodie, smiling as you do, dreaming of whatever little scientist's dream about. Katsuki imagines it's all math, measurements, molecular structures, nerd shit. You begin to murmur in your sleep.

"...gotta update his chart…" 

"Fucking nerd." Bakugou smiles to himself, you look peaceful even as your mind races with reminders. Another snuggle deeper into his hoodie, he goes to reach out to push hair from your face and stops himself. 

"What the fuck am I doing?" He growls aloud, he doesn't know you. Barely figured out your last name and that was by both chance and stupidity on the desk clerk's. He heads for your bedroom door, stopping with his hand gripping the handle. He peers over his shoulder before killing the switch, flooding your room with darkness. 

He shuts the door and with it the odd ache that's growing in his chest. 

[obsessive-ego]

summer nights suck

musical beetlejuice x reader

just some fluff

it pays off to be pals with a cold undead bastard 

It's been hot and muggy all week, you couldnt really afford air conditioning so you had to just suffer, tonight was you're and Beetlejuice's shecdualed movie night, normally you wouldn't complain, infact you adored his presence, but you couldnt exactly hang out in your current attire, a loose tank top, and short boxers, not really leaving anything to the imagination. Beetlejuice was a creepy, gross, prev, but yet, it worked for him? You really weren't ready to open that can of worms.

Getting dressed into something more appropriate, yet comfortable for the heat, you head into the living room.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

Your loving room fills with smoke, making it hard to see, trying to wave some of the smoke away, it was amazing how this never set off the fire alarm.

Two large familiar hands reach from the thick smoke and grab your arms, yanking you into the soft belly of the demon you summoned, you lean into him, he was so delightfully cold.

"Hello sweets, you miss me? Looking real good, loving those shorts sugar, real sweet of you to dress up for me~"

His praise always made you shiver, the ghouls hands slowly begin to run and down your arms, the motion was enough to make your legs weak, on instinct you pull away, clearly embarrassed, the demon cackles at your reaction.

"So babes, other then your sweet little rump, what else is on tonight's menu?~"

You tap away on your phone "I'm ordering pizza, if you want to sc-" you were cut off when beetlejuice grabs your arm, looking back at him you could see the excitement buzzing through his hair, you snort with laughter, his excitement was always so contagious.

While waiting for the pizza guy, beetlejuice goes on and on about all the cool scares he did while the two of you were apart, his stories were always a blast, you could listen to him go on for ages. Your little conversation was cut with the ringing of a door bell, the ghoul grabs your arm and pulls you to the door, excited to show off infront of you

"You just stand there and look good babes, let the master show you what's up" Beetlejuice cracks his knuckles before opening the door

"Pizza for L/N?"

"Right here man"

The ghoul reaches for the Pizza, making eye contact with the delivery guy, he dehinges his jaw as a swarm of bugs come crawling out of beetlejuices mouth, and down his body, the delivery guy shrieks and runs off, you flinch at the site of all those bugs, the ghoul laughs his awful cackle, with the snap of his fingers all the bugs vanish.

"I LOVE That beautiful sound, so what do ya think sweetheart, 1 to 10, how was my perfomance?" He turns to you with a big toothy grin

You smile "I guess an 8? It was really gross"

He gives you a fake pout "just an 8? Guess I need to go harder next time" he shrugs.

Movie night goes off the same as always, very fun, without thinking you lean against Beetlejuice trying to keep cool in the heat, he caught on right quick, draping an arm around you shoulders, he nearly melted when he herd your content sigh, the whole movie he was a soft pink all over.

"I'm gonna go to bed Beej, if you wanna use the ps4, you know the drill" you yawn, waving him goodnight as you head to your room.

Beetlejuice frowns at this, kinda bummed you left his side, he was really enjoying your warm, soft body, he huffs, getting up from the couch, maybe he could keep this going.

Changing into your pajamas, you hear a knock at your bedroom door, you quickly finish, and open the door, there stood beetlejuice, hair a soft green, with bits of purple and pink mixed in, he was hard to read when there was a mix of colours.

The ghoul, as if to read your mind, slicks back his hair "so I was thinking doll, maybe we can help each other out" he leans to your level with a smug grin.

You narrow your eyes at him, expecting a very lewd suggestion.

"So I was thinking, since it's so hot, and your so hot, we should sleep together tonight" he says while strolling into your room and sitting on your bed looking as smug as ever.

"I scratch your back, you scratch mine, I'm cold, your hot, maybe we could help each other out sugar" his voice drops to that low gravel that made you shiver.

" I dont know beej, I dont-"

"No sexy stuff, I swear, cross my undead heart"

You stare at your feet, a heavy silence fills the room, yeah it felt really good to lean against, he was so nice and cold, and yeah you've dreamed of cuddling up to him in bed more then once.

"Okay" you mumble

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh sugar, I knew youd say yes" the ghoul jumps off of the bed, buzzing with excitement "ladies first" you gestures you to get into bed, slipping into the covers you can feel BJs eyes glued to you, your heartbeat hammering away in you ears.

With a snap of his finger the ghoul's clothes disappear, leaving him in nothing bit a pair of black and white striped boxers.

"Like what you see?~" he purrs with that smug look you adore, he chuckles at how embarrassed you looked, he loved how easy it was to make you a flustered messed.

He slides in next to you, your bed was a twin, so there really wasnt much room for personal space, the demon pulls you close so your head was on his chest and your body pressed up against his belly. The immediate contact with such a cool surface made you sigh, it felt so nice on your heated skin. "Feels good doll?"

"Yeah" you mumble, not really wanting to give him the satisfaction, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his cold hand slip under your shirt and start rubbing your back.

"I'm a man of my word sugar, no sexy stuff, that's as far as I'm gonna go, unless you wanna go farther?" His voice drops much lower as if to be seductive, but the wiggling of his eyebrows was silly enough to make you snort out a laugh.

"Its fine Beej, you feel really nice, thank you" looking away from his face, clearly embarrassed about this whole situation, you notice the hair on his chest was bright pink, you smile at that, you weren't 100% sure what pink ment, but he always seemed to wear it when you two were together, so maybe comfort? Who knows.

Your snapped from your thoughts when the lights go out, beetlejuice must have done that, he pulls you closer and with a soft whisper he cooes "night y/n".

Bonus

You wake up in the middle of the night in a panic, forgetting beetlejuice was sleeping next to you, you sigh in relief, once you remembered.

Then it clicks, you feel the hand on your back, another tangled in your hair, and a third holding your hand, you nearly shrieked till you remembered he could do that, once you slowly realize you're okay you sigh, laying your head back onto the ghoul's chest, it was odd to hear no heart beat or breathing, but what you did hear from his body made your jaw drop.

He was purring, like a big cat, it sounded almost like a lawnmower, you didnt know he could do that, did it mean the same thing as it ment for cats? That he was happy? It was really cute, and nice that you'll have something to tease him with. You smile at his sleeping form, and cuddle back into him falling back to sleep.

[here4theheartbreak]

Debuting and Dating (2Seok)

⭒ AO3 Link Here!

⭒ Relationships: Hoseok x Seokjin (2seok)

⭒ Genre: smut

⭒ Rating: Explicit

⭒ Word Count: ~3.6k

⭒ Tags: smut, PWP, getting together, idol-verse, loss of virginity, makeshift sex toys, face fucking, barebacking, coming untouched, dirty talk, clothed sex, semi-public sex, almost getting caught, bottom!Jin, top!Hoseok

⭒ Summary: Jin's had a crush on Hoseok since he met him, and it finally paid off. Now if only he could get more than a minute alone with him.

⭒ A/N: This fic is for @thebtswritersclub​ January Prompt - New Beginnings/Beginnings. 

The first time that Jin saw Hoseok he was both intimidated and in awe. The way he moved, the professionalism, the maturity for his age; Hoseok was the perfect man in Jin's eyes. Unfortunately - Jin knew he didn't have a chance with him. In addition to being absolutely perfect, Hoseok was also likely absolutely straight. That, and he seemed to hate Jin with a burning passion. Not that Jin was surprised. He wasn't that good of a singer and his dancing was horrendous; more times than not after practice Hoseok would need to pull him aside and work with him longer. It was embarrassing in and of itself, and made far worse with the fact that Jin's crush wasn't going anywhere.

It wasn't until a week after debut that things came to a head. Jin and Hoseok were - as usual - stuck in a practice room far later than the other five as Hoseok went over a few moves that Jin had been struggling with. Jin was near tears, exhausted and ready to quit. The response from the potential new fans hadn't been all that good - with the negativity outweighing the positivity in Jin's mind. He was a failure and he knew it. Though the fans weren't all specifically calling him out for being bad at his job, there were enough.

"Why do you even bother?" Jin asked softly as the two sat on the floor during a few minutes of rest.

"Hm?" Hoseok glanced up from his phone.

"Bother with me. I'm no good."

"You debuted."

"Being dragged along by everyone else."

"Namjoon can't dance perfectly either," Hoseok said simply.

"Right, sure. So he's in the back with me. But he raps perfectly. And he writes most of the music. And he's the leader. What can I do that can't be done by someone else in the group just as well if not better?"

"Cook?" Hoseok said, trying to smile.

"Yoongi."

"You're a good singer."

"Jimin's just as good and can do all my parts."

"You've got the looks."

"So does Taehyung."

Hoseok remained silent for a moment. Jin looked over, surprised to see a sad look in Hoseok's eyes.

"What?"

"I know one thing that you do that they can't."

"What's that?"

"Beat yourself up like this. You're good at your job, Jin-hyung. And even if you weren't... We all love you and want you to succeed. You deserve so much. I'd be heartbroken if you left. I mean we, we would be."

"I won't leave you guys," Jin said. He sighed and rose, his knees wobbling a bit from exhaustion. "One more time."

Hoseok nodded and hopped up, seemingly full of energy once more. They went through the moves four more times, and Jin thought maybe was improving. Until the fifth. Brows furrowed, he counted under his breath as he stepped to the music. He could feel Hoseok watching him, having asked him to do this one on his own. Step, step-- Jin's knee finally gave out on him. The world tilted as he went down, throwing his arms out to brace for the impact.

It never came. Hoseok had rushed forward, catching him and keeping him upright, their chests pressed together. Jin opened his eyes, surprised to find himself nearly nose to nose with Hoseok.

"Thanks... Sorry."

“Don’t worry about it. You’re exhausted. Come on, enough for today.”

Jin shook his head. “One more.”

“No. You’re falling over. Once more and you might collapse. Come on, let’s go shower and head home.”

Jin nodded, letting Hoseok guide him to the shower room. He sat as he stripped, his muscles barely able to keep him up. His legs were cramping in the worst way, and each movement was agony. Though he kept his groaning silent, Hoseok seemed to notice. He crouched down, working his strong, slender fingers into Jin’s tight calf.

“You’re hurting, huh?”

Jin hissed, falling backwards onto the bench. “Sorry—“

“Don’t apologize,” Hoseok said. “I get it. Just relax. Let me help.”

Hoseok began to work his muscles loose. It went from agony to calm to pure pleasure as his hands moved cleanly over Jin’s legs. He rose, sitting on the bench to work on his thighs. Jin’s eyes were closed.

Hoseok chuckled. “Glad I’m good at this,” he said.

Jin opened his eyes and looked down. Much to his embarrassment, Hoseok was looking pointedly at his crotch. Wearing only boxers, it was obvious he had an erection, tenting the front of his shorts. He scrambled up, covering the tent as well as he could.

“I didnt— I’m not— I don’t—“

“Breathe,” Hoseok said simply. He rose from the bench and approached Jin. “Do you get hard during massages normally?”

Jin considered lying. Saying yes would help him escape trouble, but lying to Hoseok felt bad. His hesitation seemed to be all Hoseok needed.

“I thought so. So it’s me then?” Hoseok asked, as if Jin had given an answer. Jin lowered his gaze.

“I’m sorry.”

“Silly thing to apologize for. You should ask me out instead.”

Jin’s head snapped up quick enough to make his neck ache, his eyes bulging. Hoseok laughed. He stepped a little closer to Jin, shifting so his chest was pressed against his arm. It took Jin a second to realize what he was doing. His cock, just as hard as Jin’s, was pressing against his hip. Hoseok shifted, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I’d say yes, spoiler alert,” he whispered.

Jin’s heart may have stopped. The world seemed to go a little fuzzy as every sense he had focused on the feeling of Hoseok’s cock, sliding over his hip. It felt big. It was hard. It seemed - if Hoseok was being honest - to be Jin’s fault he was in that condition. So, being polite, it would only make sense…
Jin let his hands drop from his crotch. He turned, cupping Hoseok’s cock through his shorts. Hoseok gasped, smirking a little.

“Is that a yes to the date then?”

“Mhm,” Jin breathed. He began to stroke Hoseok through his shorts. “Do you think we’re alone?”

“Hm… Nobody else would need the shower room,” Hoseok said.

“Good.” Jin sank to his knees. “I should fix the problem I caused.”

He pulled Hoseok’s shorts down, his heart skipping a beat and his stomach knotting up when his cock was revealed, hard and curved, thick in all the right places.

Jin had no idea what he was doing. But Hoseok needed pleasure and dammit he’d do it. He wrapped his lips around the tip, moaning at the salty sweet taste. Hoseok gently pressed on his head, urging him forward. Jin relaxed, letting more slide into his mouth, sitting heavily on his tongue.

Hoseok fisted his hair, guiding his head back and forth.

“That’s it. Suck on my cock, Jinnie. Make me come.”

Jin moaned happily around Hoseok’s cock. His own throbbed in his pants. He reached down and squeezed himself through his shorts. Hoseok pulled him off his cock, and Jin instinctively went forward, sticking his tongue out to lick at the silken tip, dribbling clear precome.

“Perfect,” Hoseok cooed. “Made to have a dick in your mouth.” He drove two fingers into Jin’s mouth, stroking his tongue all the way back.

“Do you have much of a gag reflex, pretty cocksucker?”

Jin shook his head no, letting himself drool around Hoseok’s fingers.

“Good.” Hoseok removed his fingers and grabbed his spit slicked cock. He rubbed it over Jin’s plush lips. “Can I fuck your throat?”

Jin nodded eagerly.

“Just open your mouth. I’ll do the rest.”

Jin obeyed, opening his mouth wide. Hoseok slid his cock over his tongue before fisting his hair. He slammed him forward, his cock driving past Jin’s throat. Jin gagged hard, eyes watering. His cock jerked and dribbled precome as Hoseok began to pump his hips, his cock sliding almost all the way out before slipping back down his throat.

He held still, balls pressed to Jin’s chin as Jin struggled to breathe around his thick, throbbing cock.

He reached down, beginning to jerk off.

“Don’t,” Hoseok growled, pulling his cock out to let Jin breathe. “When I’m inside you - in any way - I don’t ever wanna see your hand on your cock.”

“Please,” Jin begged. “I gotta come.”

“Then you come with something in your holes like a good boy. Either from my cock or your fingers... Or...” he drifted off. “Here.” He walked over to their bags and dug in his own, pulling out a hairbrush with a smooth plastic handle. He pushed it into Jin’s mouth. “Slobber on it.” Jin did as requested, sucking it like a cock. While he did, Hoseok pulled his shorts down just over his ass, keeping his cock covered with his boxers. He spat in his hand, rubbing it over Jin’s hole.

“I’m gonna open up this hole soon,” he commented. Jin moaned around the brush. He nodded. Hoseok pulled it out. “Relax.”

He lined up the handle to Jin’s ass and pushed.

Jin moaned happily, his ass opening for the makeshift toy until it could go no deeper. Hoseok bunched up their shirts, balancing the brush.

“There. Now you can bounce on it like a cock while I use you. Come from that.”

He stood back up, watching Jin start to ride the brush for a moment. It wasn’t perfect, but it hit his spot and made his cock dribble, so it worked. He opened his mouth, letting Hoseok slide back down his throat. He began to fuck his face, not holding back.

Jin’s cheeks burned both from lack of oxygen and from the pornographic clicking, gulping noises he was forced to make as Hoseok used his throat like a sex toy. He continued to ride the brush, chasing his orgasm.

A little surge of pride struck him when Hoseok shuddered. “I need to come. Hold your breath and swallow.” Hoseok said. He drove deep and held Jin’s head. Jin obeyed, swallowing around his cock. He felt it jerk, gagging I instinctively. The thick come filled his throat, forcing him to swallow or choke. Above him, Hoseok moaned his name, shivering as he came.

Jin reached back, fucking himself hard and fast with the brush until his orgasm hit, cock spilling down his thigh. He moaned, coughing as Hoseok pulled out, one final rope of come dribbling over his tongue. His entire body shuddered as his orgasm washed over him, as well as the lack of oxygen. Hoseok crouched, immediately hugging him close.

“That was amazing,” Hoseok whispered.

“Still on for that date?” Jin asked.

Hoseok grinned against his shoulder. “Of course… Come on, let’s clean up.” He helped him up and out of his messy shorts, leading him to the shower.

 The two quickly became inseparable. Though they kept their relationship under wraps from everyone but Namjoon, they spent as much time together as possible. Whether it was training after the group choreography sessions, going to lunch or dinner together, or taking ten minutes to make out in one of Big Hit’s broom closets, Jin could not get enough of his beautiful boyfriend.

 Their relationship progressed naturally and quickly. Nearly eight months into their relationship, the two were crawling out of their skin. They were both eager to take the next physical step. Unfortunately - getting time alone to take that step was near impossible. Jin didn’t want to rush it. He was losing his virginity, and it would be special. Hoseok was understanding though, admittedly, impatient as well.

One weekend, Jin crawled quietly into bed with Hoseok. Not a new thing; they often spent evenings kissing quietly while the rest of the group slept in beds far too close for comfort. But Jin had a different plan tonight.

 As the shared quiet kisses, covered up to their necks with Hoseok’s blankets, Jin pushed his hand down the front of Hoseok’s shorts.

“Take me,” he whispered against his mouth, cupping Hoseok’s thickening cock.

“Here?” Hoseok leaned back, staring at Jin, wide eyed, in the darkness.

Jin nodded. He stroked Hoseok slowly to hardness. “If we move slow enough the bed won’t creak. I need you, I— I know you want it too and I’m tired of waiting.”

Hoseok nodded. He kicked his boxers off, pushing them further down the bed. Jin rolled over, pressing his bare back against Hoseok’s chest. He felt Hoseok slide his shorts down just over his ass, keeping them up in the front.

He reached under the mattress, finding the little bottle of lube he knew Hoseok kept there, and passed it back.

The click sounded loud in the room, and Jin kept his eyes open, searching the other members’ beds for any sign of movement. He bit down hard on his lip when Hoseok began to rub his opening, the cool lube sending chills down his back and bringing his flesh into goosebumps.

Hoseok’s fingers were long and skilled, pulling his tight rim open, slow and steady. preparation. Within minutes Jin was swallowing down his moans, biting on the pillow to remain silent lest he wake the other members. Hoseok’s breathing was almost infuriatingly steady; only the persistent nudge of his cock bumping against Jin’s leg as he stroked it gave away his arousal.

“Please—“ Jin finally whispered, glad for the snoring and shifting of their members to bury his weak sounds.

“Be silent,” Hoseok returned. His fingers disappeared from Jin’s hole, only to return with more lube. Jin cocked his knee higher, letting Hoseok shift and kick one leg between his. His tip bumped Jin’s virgin hole.

“Ready?” Hoseok’s question was nearly a breath. Jin nodded quickly.

Hoseok hesitated until a member moved, their bed creaking, before he pushed at Jin’s resisting rim. They both gasped.

Jin chewed at his lip to remain silent. Hoseok worked his cock forward agonizingly slow, burying it centimeter by centimeter in Jin’s ass. He felt like he was being split in two. His own cock throbbed in the confines of his shorts, balls already aching for release.

“Just push it in,” Jin hissed. “I can take it.”

Hoseok nodded against his shoulder. He reached up, covering Jin’s mouth with his hand. Jin felt his hot breath on his shoulder, then his teeth, gripping firmly in a bite. The persistent tip disappeared... Before his hips snapped forward.

He buried half his thick, bare cock in Jin’s ass. His teeth dug painfully into Jin’s shoulder, muffling a deep grunt.

Jin shouted into Hoseok’s palm, tears of surprised pleasure pain springing to his eyes. They both went still, waiting to see if anyone woke. When the normal sleeping sounds of the members continued around them, Hoseok began to push more in. He kissed the spot he’d bitten, letting his hand drop from Jin’s mouth and instead rest on his belly.

Jin shuddered softly on each press. Hoseok’s cock was splitting him open in a way he’d never imagined. The steady throbs and twitches seemed to bump his prostate directly, urging weak droplets of precome to dribble into his boxers. He wanted so badly to strip them off and roll Hoseok over, settle onto his cock and ride him until they both were exhausted. But it was impossible. The risk of getting caught - while arousing to both - was too high.

Jin sighed contentedly when Hoseok’s balls pressed tight against his ass, the final few centimeters of his cock now holding Jin’s hole open. The two began to shift slowly, shallow thrusts that wouldn’t make the springs creak, moving in time with other members’ snores and noises.

Jin began to milk Hoseok’s cock, shifting and clenching, bearing down and relaxing. Hoseok’s fingers bit into his belly and he smirked.

“Feel good?” He breathed.

Hoseok huffed against his ear, nipping the lobe before kissing it.

“I’m going to wreck your hole the second we’re alone,” he threatened.

Jin’s cock throbbed. “Yes—“

Hoseok pulled halfway out and drove in, the squeak of the bed mixed with a member shifting a few mattresses over. Jin flailed, struggling not to cry out.

Hoseok chuckled darkly. “Yeah, just like that... But you’re gonna scream for me.”

Jin huffed, nodding quickly.

“‘M never coming anywhere but this hole,” Hoseok continued. His fingers dug into Jin’s stomach and hip when Jin began to wiggle and clench more quickly.

“Never— Ah!” Hoseok’s hand clamped over Jin’s mouth, silencing him.

Next to them, Jimin sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked around blearily. Even in the dark, Jin could see his scowl; he’d definitely heard that.

The two held their breath until Jimin laid back down and was still, only relaxing when he hadn’t moved for a few minutes.

They began to move again, doing their best to muffle their noises in the bed or each others’ skin. Hoseok’s cock seemed to swell the longer they went; Jin’s ass beginning to ache from the constant steady pressure and onslaught.

Hoseok found a lazy rhythm that let him give Jin deeper, longer strokes. Jin panted into his pillow, his cock throbbing, aching for release. He reached down to stroke himself but Hoseok grabbed his hand, pinning it to his chest.

“You come on my cock.”

“Please—“ Jin whispered. “I need—“

“You will come on my cock. I watched you come on my fingers last week. I know you can do it.”

Jin nodded. They went still for a moment when Namjoon shifted and rolled in his bed, afraid their quiet arguing had woken him. While they laid still, Hoseok began to tense and relax, causing his cock to twitch and shift deep inside Jin.

When Namjoon settled back down, Hoseok began to move more freely, covering Jin’s mouth with his hand once more. He angled his thrusts to bump Jin’s sensitive prostate, driving him closer and closer.

It felt like ages that Hoseok’s thick cock was buried in Jin’s hole, teasing and edging him but never quite letting him get there. Jin knew he’d be sore, but couldn’t bring himself to care. It was the most delightful torture he’d ever experienced.

Four times, six, on the eighth time of dragging him right to that edge, Jin sobbed brokenly, muffled by the pillow.

“Please—“

“Just let go,” Hoseok whispered. He pulled out and hesitated until Namjoon snored loudly before slamming in. Jin squeaked, his cock throbbing. Hoseok repeated the action twice more. Jin’s stomach knotted. His balls drew right to his body, goosebumps breaking out over his skin despite being covered by a few blankets and sweating already from the strain.

His cock twitched. It began to spurt rope after rope of come into his boxers as his entire body convulsed. His stomach began to ache and his balls felt like they were being squeezed dry as his orgasm continued, Hoseok’s cock bumping his prostate and milking it for all it was worth. He could hear Hoseok huffing, just barely over the sound of his own racing heart. His rim was sore, lower back burning as the muscles in his ass fluttered and clenched rhythmically around Hoseok’s shaft.

He worried he was hurting him until Hoseok’s breath caught. His fingers dug almost painfully into Jin’s hip.

“Take it,” he huffed. His balls began to throb against Jin’s ass, matching the steady twitch of his cock deep inside him.

Jin’s eyes rolled back. He gave a full body shudder even as his orgasm began to fade. Hoseok was finishing inside him, no condom, filling Jin’s sore, used ass full of his come. Jin couldn’t hide his smile as Hoseok’s cock twitched with each rope splashing inside him.

“Give it to me,” Jin whispered, his smile growing when Hoseok shuddered. “It’s where it belongs— Oh—“ Hoseok pushed impossibly deeper, his entire body shivering once more.

“There you go,” Hoseok whispered against ear. “All full of my come.”

“Thank you—“ Jin was cut off when Hoseok turned him as well as he could still buried in his ass, and kissed him hard.

“If you two are finished, can you fucking go to sleep?” Came Jimin’s sleepy voice. Jin squeaked, looking over at him.

Jimin was peeking out from under his pillow. “I don’t care,” he whispered. “I’m not mad. I just wanna sleep.”

Jin laughed a little and nodded. “Sorry we woke you.”

“Go back to sleep now, we’ll be quiet,” Hoseok said.

Jimin nodded. He smiled a little. “You two are cute together. I’m happy you found each other.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” Jin whispered.

Jimin rolled over, wiggling deeper under his covers and sighing.

Hoseok grabbed Jin’s hip, gently pulling out. Jin grimaced, soreness setting in.

“Sorry,” Hoseok said. He pulled Jin’s boxers back up. “You should change.”

“In a minute,” Jin said. He rolled over to face Hoseok and cuddled up to him, kissing him once more.

“Was it good for you?” Hoseok whispered against his mouth.

“Perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Hm… Same to you. You should go back to your bed though, before we fall asleep.”

“Let’s just sleep together,” Jin sighed, wrapping an arm around Hoseok. “The others do.”

“Think it’d be okay?”

“I wanna sleep with you,” Jin said instead. “Who cares. We need to come out to them all soon.”

Hoseok nodded against his shoulder, wrapping his arm around his middle. “We do. We’ll talk to Namjoon tomorrow. Get some rest, hyung.”

“I love you,” Jin mumbled against Hoseok’s chest. The silence drew on for a moment as Jin listened to his steady heartbeat.

“I love you too,” Hoseok finally said in return. Jin couldn’t hide his smile; that was the first time Hoseok had verbalized that particular phrase. As he drifted off to sleep, Jin realized he felt more at peace than he’d ever felt before. The group was doing well, we finally felt like he fit in, and he’d found the man he hoped to spend the rest of his life with. It was perfect.

[gemstoneconstellations]

Could you do a fic where reader is suicidal and was gonna jump from a building but was stopped by sero? I been having a hard time lately....

I couldn’t ignore this ask and wrote something real quick. No beta (may edit later but I want to post this now). I have major depression as well so I can feel that. And with everything going on, I’m sure it has been really hard on others with this condition. Having my dog actually helps motivate me to keep taking care of myself. She can’t talk back, but having someone to talk to helps. If you need someone to talk to you can talk to me. Reach out guys, we’re all in this together.

Word count: 1135

You stared down at the ground. The distance below made your eyes dizzy, you took a small step back as you sucked in a shaky breath. The cold night air hurt your lungs, breaking that numb feeling you have had in your chest for what felt like forever. Just one step away from it all to be over. You tremble as you work yourself up to take that final plunge. 

You don’t want to die….. But you don’t want to live either.

Every day there seems to be less holding you back, nothing to keep you connected to a world that just doesn’t care. A forgettable existence. 

“Oh hey.” Your body jolted when a voice came from behind you. A person was walking over to you, a helmet that looked like a tape dispenser on his head and a paper bag in his hands. Cellophane?

The tape hero came over to you, lifting the visor of his helmet and smiled. “I thought I was the only one that knew about this place.”

“Huh?”

Cellophane took a seat on the edge of the building, his feet dangling as he dug into the paper bag. “I come here on my midnight snack break all the time, especially now. Something about the autumn air makes it even better. Feels clearer and crisp. Work doesn’t usually let me take a moment to enjoy views like this so I take it in when I can.” He pointed up to the sky, you glanced up to see the clear sky.

“The stars?”

“This is probably the only spot in the city area you can see them. It’s not dense over here, a lot of the people in this neighborhood are elderly so lights are out by 7 pm. Well except for Mr. Omashi. He runs the shop a block over.” He patted the spot beside him and held out something wrapped in paper. You could see steam coming off it. “I always buy some of his buns before going on break, but he always gives me extra since I helped him when his shop was being robbed this one time.”

You hesitantly lower yourself down, taking a seat but keeping a distance from the hero as you grabbed the warm bun. The hero kept rambling on about stuff you can find in the neighborhood. “You’re not going to ask?” You mumbled quietly.

He took off his helmet and tilted his head, tussling his messy hair. “Sorry, what was that? The helmet kind of blocks out sounds sometimes.”

“Nothing.” You turn back to the bun, unwrapping it and taking a bite. Burst of sweet and sour pork juices fill your mouth. You savor the taste, humming. It was delicious. You swallow and instantly go in for another bite, stuffing yourself.

The hero laughed, unwrapping a bun for himself. “Good huh? Mr. Omashi has been making food like this for forty years now. He keeps his shop open till really late since there is a bar nearby. Pretty smart, I know if i was drunk i would want some of his food for sure.” He hands you another one and you graciously take it. “Though it’s been kind of hard on him lately with his age, he’s looking for someone to work the night shifts for him or he won’t stay open past 8.”

It was quiet as the two of you ate. Just having a normal conversation with a hero making small talk on top of the roof of a building. He looked up at the sky as he chewed and you followed suit. Oddly, the stars seemed to twinkle more brightly. It’s like you are looking at them for the first time. Your body is warm and toasty inside. You felt a bit at peace as you watched a cloud slowly move to reveal the moon. “Pretty.”

“I know right? Have you been here at dawn? Didn’t know the sky could change so many colors. But it’s the best in spring.” Cellophane took the wrappers and threw them back in the paper bag before getting up. 

He dusted his pants off and held out his hand to you. “Break time over, here, I’ll walk to your house. It’s dangerous for someone to be out here alone at night.” His tone was light and thoughtful, but still sounded like he wouldnt take no for an answer. You took his hand and he helped you up. True to his word, he walked you home and didn’t leave till he saw you enter your house.

You went to bed and for once, you actually fell asleep within a couple minutes. When you woke in the morning, the disappointment of waking wasn’t there. You didn't notice it as you got out of bed, going to the bathroom. Your hair was a mess and your breath smelled like meat and morning breath, your tongue felt as gross as it smelled. When was the last time you showered? Showering felt amazing and not a chore. Today was the lightest you felt in a long time, like you could actually keep going.

Walking around the neighborhood was different, things were more vibrant. Your eyes moved from one small detail to the next. They landed on a help wanted sign in a small shop window, an elderly man placed some food in a heated display case. You took a step forward.

~

You slowly felt yourself making more of an effort to care for yourself. The thoughts still come and go, but it was easier to ignore. You found yourself standing on the edge of the same building again, looking towards the ground. A month ago, you could have been down there. A month ago, you could have been gone from the world and missed out what you didn’t know was around you.

“Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Cellophane plopped down beside you and held up a bag. “Candied sweet potatoes? They’re fresh and hot.”

You smiled, sitting down with him and took a piece of the hot snack. “Yeah, thank you.”

The two of you sat there, making small talk, this time adding more to the conversation. Once the sweet potatoes were all gone, your hero stood and held out his hand to you. A reassuring smile on his face. You took his hand, but didnt let go. “I didn't come here for the view last time.”

His smile didn't falter. “I know. But you did this time, that’s what matters. You got to come back again to see the sun rise in spring, it’s gorgeous.”

Your eyes welled with tears but you quickly blinked them away, smiling back, the muscles in your face felt stiff as you did. “I… look forward to it. I’ll bring my favorite snacks next time.”

“Good, now let’s get you home.”

[softboyscully]

Public School Stuff I Wanted to Share

public school is both beautiful and horrifying am i right

so ill just go by the grades i guess

Kindergarten, first year

i did kindergartden at a catholic school in a relativly big city so this one’s got some shit

we went to church every wednesday, me and best friend (lost track of her when we moved, wish we’d stayed in touch, she was awesome) would giggle the whole time, pretty sure we made fun of jesus once, can’t remember why, possibly the hair

i had the nicest teacher, she was (as i remember her) young, blonde, and super sweet, that was the first and last year i ever had naptime

SPEAKING of naptime

i never slept during it

once i found what i remember being a nut of some sort on the ground, probably came off someone’s shoe

i grab it, turn to sarah (my best friend), say something about putting it up my nose

sarah, apparently having common sense, says, “no dont do it!! we’re supposed to be sleeping!!”

i put it up my fucking nose

try to get it out, just push it farther in

im crying a little bit now, that shit hurts

go up to my teacher

“you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“i have a nut up my nose and it wont come out”

teacher tries to get it out, but it wont budge

just. sends me back to my mat

that was it

the art room was tiny

like re-purposed broom closet tiny

there was a copy of the mona lisa in the hallway, someone had drawn ray bans on it with a pencil, never got replaced

there was a creepy-ass basement i went down to after school, we ate cheeseballs and sandwiches with some kind of meat, mayo, and that kinda yellow bread

someone broke his leg down there once, think an older kid threw him at the ceiling or something

we learned how to play Silver Bells with actual bells in music class

Kindergarten, second year

i remember these two teachers as the evil step sister-type look, but it might be my little kid imagination

but seriously they were horrible

we learned stuff in a room that was more middle-school styled, except everything was green or black and it was v dark

me and sarah attained a new friend, john

honestly i think we would’ve stayed friends for a while if i didnt move away

i have two vivid memories

one is of me really wanting to go home, so i walked by the teacher’s desk and did a fake sneeze

they laughed at me and told me to go sit back down

the other is  john leaning his chair back and then falling, so me and sarah went to help him back up

it was funny, so he did it again

and again

me and sarah were laughing, had the time of our lives

after the maybe fifth time the teachers said “john can get back up by himself. sit down and stay there.”

one of the reasons we moved was bc i got sent a letter from my fourth grade buddie

most of the words weren’t spelled correctly, many letters were backwards

my mother was horrified

ofc now we know it was probably a learning disability 

1st grade

this is when i moved

beginning of school i was ASTOUNDED we didnt have uniforms, one of the best things ever to happen to me

nothing wrong with this teacher, she was cool

thing is i was a little shit

told everyone my dogs died (they did but i was maybe three when it happened, i remember it not)

all my personal narratives were bullshit (only one sticks in my memory, wrote it about celebrating christmas AND hanukkah with my dad’s friends who were jewish, i have never even met those friends)

had a crush on this kid, best friend (she was terrible and helped wreck me emotionally) told me to kiss him in music class. me being a stupid ass bitch, i did it, aND HE GOES TO THE TEACHER AND CALLS ME OUT. at the end of class she gets both of us to stay for a bit, AND I DENYIED EVERYTHING. i walked across the fucking classroom, kissed him on the cheek, ran away giggling, told my teacher i didn’t do anything, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT. i’ve embarrassed myself further with this child but thats another story

2nd grade

i loved this teacher but honestly he was absolute shit

like. all he did was play the guitar and sing with us

never actually taught us stuff???

middle of the year, my mom goes in for a parent-teacher conference, he tells her i dont pay attention is math.

“what do you mean?”

“she doesn’t listen, she just takes out a book and starts reading.”

“........have you.... tried taking the book away?”

“sure, i could try that.”

“o....kay”

he also told her i’d be a girl who’d grow up to love spellcheck (which i do lmao)

like ???? why not just??? teach me to spell????

there was this one dude who one day showed up, gave me a pink stuffed cat, and then asked me where i lived

funniest thing was he lived on the same street as me

something that is vivid in my memory is showing up to class one day and realizing that i was wearing my regular clothes over my pajamas

also we had fish

every day someone else was in charge of feeding them

one of the times it was my job, i grab the fish food and walk over to the tank only to find all of the fish floating on the top

i screamed “THE FISH CAN FLY?!?!?!?!?!”

everyone ran over, all of us scarred for life when Mr. G walks over and goes in the most normal voice ever “no theyre dead”

we held a funeral

the cause of death is still undetermined

3rd grade

this year just draws a blank for me

all i know is that whoever the teacher was, they neglected to teach me how to tell time from a clock

also we learned the Cotten Eyed Joe dance in gym around here

4th grade

i had two teachers this year

one was the same one from 1st grade, the other one was a total bitch

made a girl named hannah ball her eyes out once, never apologized

i was (and am) and avid reader, so my reading skills were high above average

instead of being proud of me she told me i was weird, not normal, and too smart for a 4th grader, so i MUST be cheating. 

she was the start of a lot of self confidence issues for me ngl

this was around the time i went and got tested for ADHD (me and my grandmother almost broke down on the highway but thats another story), Mrs. M (the nice one) was super supportive when i told her why i was leaving early but Ms. S (bitch) told me ADHD wasn’t real and i just wanted to be special for once

she sucked, Ms. S

5th grade

this is getting super long so this’ll be the last one i do

but my teacher..... Mr. F was A+++++

he legitimately taught me math

we had i guess like,,, a buddie class we switched with sometimes

the teacher of that class was Mrs. R, who had crazy red hair and many freckles

at one point she referenced a meme and my entire class started screaming

also there was another Mrs. S (to differentiate this one will be called Mrs. Su)

she was kind of crazy

she was the astronomy teacher and she told us many times that the moon landing was faked

once she handed out sunscreen and had everyone put it on their whole body (this was in december, fyi)

Mr. F also hosted an ‘archeological dig’ which sounds cool but in reality he had a bunch of arcade prizes from his childhood buried in little flower pots we dug into with plastic spoons

also heres some stuff i cants pinpoint the time of/happened in multiple grades:

someone held a who-can-scream-the-most-like-a-goat contest

a guy named Makenzie won

remember we planned it while the teacher left the classroom so the teacher walks back in and one by one everyone in the room starts screaming, there was some applause, a few kids got a standing ovation

we cleaned out our desks in the middle of the year, i found 3 socks and a dog treat in mine

like how the fuck did any of those things get there

and where’s the fourth sock

b o t t l e f l i p p i n g

but no seriously there were at least five water bottles stuck in the ceiling in the cafeteria

my sorta friend charlie was obsessed with paper airplanes

one time he might’ve broken the world record for longest time in the air but he was counting in his head and it was at recess so there was no video

four square and gaga ball would be played no matter the setting, time, or conditions and it was super competitive

like if you could get to king in four square you got the everlasting respect of everyone

and everyone was super educated on four square special rules, special plays, that kinda shit

no but guys i grew up with bus stop, candy store, haunted house on mondays, haunted mansion on fridays, zombies was fair game unless it was Zach, Ryan, Chrissy or Vee

me and one other guy named andrew were the only known pjo fans, had the time of our LIVES making refrences

“HEY ANDREW IM NOBODY”

“I HAVE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU, NOBODY, COME HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH”

“hey annabeth, i thought you looked like a princess when i first saw you. i printed out a picture you sent me casually and kept it with me. i snuck along on a quest so i could save you, endangering myself immensely. i held the sky for you. when you talk about your crush on luke, i get jealous. beckendorf understood, but hes dead.”

“ikr we’re literally the best of friends”

“RIGHT”  

also the first time we finished mark of athena we were in the same classroom and we individually dropped the book, stood up, looked at each other, and screamed “WELL FUCK YOU TOO RICK RIORDAN”

[merrysithmas]

Just realized that Boris and Theo were drunkenly and desperately making out post that whole chaotic and heartbreaking scene in Vegas that started with Boris getting viciously beaten by his dad.

What followed that beating was Boris and Theo fleeing with Popper to the playground and getting shitfaced/having stress-fueled hysterics, then going to Theo's house where Theo tried to tenderly clean Boris' wounds. After that they move to pool where they beat each other up, only to awaken next to one another in bed the next morning (after having made out all night).

Exhibit A (boris getting beaten): trauma

"Abruptly, tossing his head, Boris said something sharp and turned to leave. Then-- so viciously I almost didnt have time to register it-- Boris's dad snapped out like a snake with the cane and whacked Boris across the back of the shoulders and knocked him to the ground. Before he could get up-- he was on his hands and knees-- Mr. Pavlikovsky kicked him down, then caught him by the back of the shirt and pulled him, stumbling, to his feet. Ranting and screaming in Russian, he slapped him across the face with his beringed hand, backwards and forwards. Then-- throwing him staggering out into the middle of the room-- he brought up the hooked end of the cane and cracked him square across the face."

"I smelled blood on him before I saw it...his nose was pouring and his shirt was dark with it... his face, I saw, was a mess: swollen eye, and ugly looking hook-shaped cut on his forehead that was also pouring blood.

" 'Boris! We should go home.' He raised an eyebrow. 'Home?' 'My house. Whatever. You look bad.' "

Exhibit B (the playground): stress hysteria

" 'He's killed people. He beat a man to death down the mine once.' 'Bullshit.' 'No, it's true. In new guinea it happened. He tried to make it look like loose rocks had fell and killed the man but we still had to leave right after.' I thought about this. 'Your dad's not, um, very sturdy,' I said. 'I mean, I can't really see--' 'Nyah, not with his fists, with a, what do you call it'-- he mimed hitting a surface--'pipe wrench.' I was silent. There was something in the gesture of Boris bringing down the imaginary wrench that had the ring of truth about it."

"Before long, we were staggering with laughter, blundering around on the gravel on hands and knees. Drunk as I was, my mind felt high and cold and strangely clear. Then at some point-- dusty from rolling and scuffling on the ground-- we were reeling back home in almost total blackess, rows of abandoned houses and the desert night gigantic all around us, bright crackle of stars high above and Popchik trotting along behind us as we weaved side to side, laughing so hard we were gagging and nearly sick by the side of the road."

Exhibit C (Theo's house/the pool): ptsd from their dual traumas

" 'Here,' I said, pushing the dog aside, dabbing the bloody place on his forehead with a damp cloth. 'Hold still.' Boris twitched away, and growled. 'The fuck are you doing?' 'Shut up,' I said, holding the hair back from his eyes. He muttered something in Russian. I was trying to be careful but I was as drunk as he was, and when I sprayed perfume on the cut, he shrieked and socked me on the mouth. 'What the fuck?' I said, touching my lip, my fingers coming away bloody. 'Look what you did to me.' 'Blayd,' he said, coughing and batting the air, "It stinks. what'd you put on me you whore?" I started laughing, I couldnt help it."

"We stumbled outside-- shedding our clothes, hopping one-legged out of our pants as we went-- and jumped in the pool: bad idea, I realized in the too-late toppling-over moment before I hit the water, blind drunk and too wrecked to walk. The cold water slammed into me so hard it almost knocked my breath out."

"He was a white blur in the dark, cheeks hollow and black hair plastered on either side of his head. Laughing, we grapple and ducked each other, even though my teeth were chattering and I felt way too drunk and sick to be horsing around in eight feet of water."

"Boris dove. A hand clamped my ankle and yanked me under, and I found myself staring into a dark wall of bubbles. I wrenched; I struggled. It was like in the museum again, trapped in the dark space, no way up or out. I thrashed and twisted, as glubs of panicked breath floated before my eyes: underwater bells, darkness. at last-- just as I was about to gulp in a lungful of water--I twisted free and broke to the surface."

"Choking for breath, I clung to the edge of the pool and gasped. When my vision cleared, I saw Boris--coughing, cursing, plunging toward the steps. Breathless with anger, I half-swam, half hopped up behind him and hooked a foot around his ankle so that he fell face-forward with a smack."

" 'Asshole,' I sputtered, when he floundered to the surface. He was trying to talk, but I struck a sheet of water in his face, and then another, and wound my fingers in his hair and pushed him under. 'You miserable shit,' I screamed when he surfaced, heaving, water streaming down his face. "Don't ever do that to me again." I had both hands on his shoulders and was about to dive on top of him-- push him down, hold him for a good long time-- when he reached around and clasped my arm, and I saw that he was white and trembling.

" 'Stop,' he said, gasping, --and then I realized how unfocused and strange his eyes were.

" 'Hey,' I said. 'are you okay?' But he was coughing too hard to answer. His nose was bleeding again, blood gushing between his fingers. I helped him up, and together we collapsed on the pool steps, half-in, half-out of the water, too exhausted even to climb all the way out.

Exhibit D (the morning): the immediate next paragraph

"Bright sun woke me. We were in my bed: wet hair, half-dressed and shivering in the air-conditioned cold, with Popper snoring between us. the sheets were damp and reeking of chlorine; I had a shattering headache and an ugly metallic taste in my mouth like I'd been sucking on a handful of pocket change."

in conclusion they snogged in traumatic, desperate clinging grief.

[missyslittlepet]

((Requested - Lil bit of the ol' Heartman smut 😏. Soooo im going to start with an apology lmao. I'm awful at writing smut and I don't usually do it, however, someone has to. I think we can ALL agree that we want some nsfw Heartman content. I assumed the person who requested was a girl but if not I'm so sorry and I hope can read around parts that dont apply. Enjoy you horny bunch! 😉👍🏻💙))

Well You've Certainly Caught Me With My Pants Down...

"These are a set of packages that were delivered in the early hours of the morning. I would be very grateful if you could pack them away for me while I attend to other matters. The contents within are imperative to my research and I ask that you handle them with the upmost care." Heartman gestured to the pile of packages by his feet.

"Of course, when have I ever not taken care with your orders? What matters need attending to today then?" You questioned him picking up two of the parcels.

"Oh the usual..." Heartman smiled.

You remained silent waiting for an actual response.

"Data logging, image processing, research analysis..." A faint blush had started to cover his cheeks and he shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. He finally cleared his throat after a long pause before continuing.

"I won't keep you with the boring details, you have a lot of work to do; as do I. I will be in my room although I doubt you will need my help. It should take you longer than the nineteen minutes I have remaining so I will see you after I return from the beach yet again." With a quick nod he left swiftly, the door shutting behind him automatically.

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, what on earth was all of that about and why was he in a rush to get away? You watched the door for a few more seconds before shrugging it off and decided it was just Heartman being Heartman.

Your brows furrowed slightly as you looked at the deliveries. The containers were immaculate considering the hike needed through the mountains to get to the lab. No rust, no scratches... very strange. You grabbed the smallest package first. The microchips inside were destroyed completely despite the perfect condition of their container. You placed them aside not looking forward to what you would find in the rest of them. One after another were filled with destroyed items, incorrect orders and some were straight up empty.

"You've got to be joking." You laughed angrily.

The porters knew how irreplaceable these items were, that's why you requested the best porters available. You huffed and threw the final empty container aside. Heartman was not going to be happy about this.

You quickly made your way to his room in order to break the news to him.

You made it to his door and started explaining the situation as the doors slid open.

"You'll never guess what! Some idiot has sprayed the containers with repair! Everything inside is either destroyed or missing. Why do they even both-" You stopped dead in your tracks. His bed was in direct view of the doorway and there lay Heartman on top of it. One hand grasped the bed sheets, his knuckles white from the strength behind the grip. His mouth was open in what would have been a moan as his other hand frantically stroked his hard cock.

Heartman's eyes grew wide as he froze like a deer caught in the headlights. There was a tense silence for what seemed like forever, neither of you quite knowing what to do. It was him who finally moved to cover himself with a pillow. His face was bright red and he struggled to make eye contact with you. Your mouth still hung open as you tried to get your body to function again. You knew you should run out the room but your legs just wouldn't cooperate.

Heartman's voice was shakey when he finally spoke up.

"Well, you've certainly caught me with my pants down." He forced a laugh and the sound of it snapped you out of your daze. He pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge of his bed making sure to keep the pillow secure against himself. Then his rambling began

"I'm so sorry you had to see this, I never intended for this to happen. Just with my condition its so hard to... it has just been so long and I- I thought you would be busy with the packages! I never thought that- I can't imagine how traumatic this mus-" He fell silent.

Sometime during his ramblings your feet had carried you to his bedside. You stood over him now and he looked up at you with uncertainty. Something about the way his face had looked caught up in pleasure and the way he had unbuttoned more of his shirt than he normally would stirred something within you. He was attractive on the average day but now... after seeing what you had just seen... you couldn't stop yourself.

You slowly leant down and pressed your lips to his. His eyes went wide for a second before he slowly kissed you back. Cushion forgotten, his hands found your waist tugging you down so you were sat in his lap. You could feel him grow harder against your thigh and it spurred you on. You continued to kiss and nip his lips while your fingers raked through his hair and clung to his half unbuttoned shirt.

Heartman's AED beeped frantically as his heart pounded.

"Ten minutes until Cardiac Arrest."

You pulled back from his lips and pressed your forehead against his.

"We only have ten minutes." You panted as you looked at him. His glasses were knocked askew and his lips were red and swollen.

"That's all I need." He growled quickly flipping you over so he was on top of you. Gone was the awkward nerd you had come to know. He quickly slipped the AED from his body and lay it next to the pair of you on the bed.

His lips found their way to your neck while his hands frantically fumbled with the buttons on your shirt and jeans. When you were finally rid of your clothing he pulled back to admire you. The lustful glint in his eyes softened slightly and he reminded you more of the Heartman you knew.

"You are the most beautiful thing in this world (f/n)." His hand slowly ran over your chest stopping to allow his thumb to brush over your nipple.

The small gesture made you moan louder than you had expected making you blush. You arched your back pushing yourself against his hand. He took the hint and cupped your breast in his hand, massaging it gently. He would have done that all day if he could but the beeping of his AED and the rhythmic throbbing of his cock reminded him of the lack of time the pair of you had.

His fingers trailed down quickly to the warmth between your legs. He chuckled quietly at how wet you had become. Without much warning he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed himself inside with one quick thrust. You yelped and clung to his shirt, pulling him down so you could kiss him passionately. Heartman groaned at the feeling. It had been so long since he had last done this and the pleasure he was feeling was so overwhelming. He could have finish there and then but he wanted to make the most of what little time the pair of you had. You weren't given any time to adjust before he began thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. He buried his face into the crook of your neck allowing him to suck on the sensitive flesh there.

Your nails dug into the skin of his back as he pounded into you. His heavy breathing and moaning in your ear pushed you closer to the edge. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasised about this. He was a catch and his dorky charm was endearing. You didn't think he would be quite this rough but you loved it.

"Five minutes until cardiac arrest."

Heartman frowned and waved his hand muting the device.

"(F/n) I'm so close." He groaned pushing himself up to look down at you.

One of his hands reached between your bodies and rubbed small circles over your clit making your whole body shake.

"Please don't stop!" You moaned moving your hips in time with him.

The added motion pushed him closer and his thrusts became erratic as he chased after his release.

It wasn't long before the two of you reached your climax together.

With a final moan he finally collapsed on top of you panting heavily. You instinctively wrapped your arms gently around him as he caught his breath.

Once he pulled out he lay next to you, making sure the AED didnt fall off the side of the bed in the process.

"That was... wow. Thank you." Heartman chuckled pulling you into his chest. "I forgot how good that could feel."

"I'm glad that I barged in now, you used to do that a lot with me in the other room?." You grinned tracing patterns over his skin.

"I wouldn't say a lot... but there has been occasions. " He laughed pressing his lips to your forehead.

There was a few moments of bliss before you felt him stiffen up. He sat bolt upright eyes wide.

"The packages! You said they were destroyed?!" He shrieked in confusion.

Suddenly his machine flatlined and Heartman fell backwards lifeless against the bed. He really shouldn't mute his machine.

You couldn't help but laugh and prepare what you would say to him when he returned. Something told you that it would be a very strongly worded letter sent to the porters and, if you were lucky, another round of fun.

[imnotinclinedtomaturity]

Love Yourself: Chapter 35

title: Love Yourself summary: A lot of things about Dan’s life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he’s got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He’s currently lacking inspiration, he’s rather lonely, and he’s stuck in a rut. Dan’s been going to the same coffee shop for years. It’s quiet, it’s quaint, it’s near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that’s he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista. chapter words: 5.5k story words: 289k (so far) chapter: 35/? rating: e warnings: language, alcohol, sex mentions, some bi/homophobia, eventual explicit smut, some depression, consensual d/s undertones genre: singer!dan, coffee shop au, barista!phil, slow burn [[ao3]] [[first chapter]] [[previous chapter]]

a/n: hello all! apologies for the VERY long wait. i had this chapter in basically this exact same condition a MONTH ago and didn't post because i intended to be nice and add to it. however, i kept NOT, because tbh i'd always planned to end the chapter here, and didn't want to end it here just because of the long wait, and then the wait became longer... and then it became a whole cycle.

but i had an impulsive moment tonight, and basically demanded the ever-lovely elizajane's attention and cleaned it up for posting. i knew i'd just sit on it for ages if i didnt post, and the odds of adding it to it was probably low. now that it's out there, the odds of me moving forward and writing shoot up dramatically haha.

thank you each and every one of you for your never-ending and ever-present support. i love how patient and enthusiastic you are, even when i make you wait literal months for a chapter. my work life has been very hectic lately (i'm applying for a big thing this fall and it's a lot of time and effort and writing), but i promise i'm dedicating actual time in the next week to actually sitting down and sketching out how i want to get from here to the intended ending. i want everyone to experience the ending i have in my head for this fic, and i wanna figure out how to make that happen for all of us. 

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Taking a break from the world and enjoying each other’s company was a wonderful decision. And sure, they had spent half the day working, but they’d been working together. In bed. Alone.

This was a development that Phil was very okay with. For one, working in bed was a lot more comfortable than the chairs at B&G. And while skype calls were better than the coffee shop, where Phil was at least able to sit on his sofa instead of a stiff chair, they didn’t hold a candle to this setup. Because in this new arrangement, Phil had been able to reach out and touch Dan anytime he’d wanted. And Dan could touch him back — in fact, Dan had spent the majority of the day touching him back.

Plus, once they’d finished their work, they’d been able to set computers and journals and pens aside and focus on each other. Three hours, a nap, and another round of making out later, Phil was feeling… content. He couldn’t quite place the feeling. It was domestic and warm, nice in a way he hadn’t ever really experienced before. In a way he very much wanted to experience for as long as possible.

It had been a solid twenty minutes, maybe thirty — Phil couldn’t see the clock from his current position — since Dan had settled in Phil’s arms again, arm looped around Phil’s bare waist, head tucked into Phil’s shoulder. For a while, Dan had been tracing faint, tickling designs on Phil’s side, but somewhere along the way, the movements had stopped. Phil was beginning to wonder if Dan had fallen asleep again. It wouldn’t have been that surprising; in fact, it might have been the only explanation for Dan being this quiet and this still for this long. Quiet and still weren’t exactly Dan’s normal behavior.

Curious, Phil grazed his fingers up and down Dan’s arm, keeping his touch light enough that it wouldn’t wake Dan if he was asleep, but just enough that Dan would still be able to feel it if he was in fact awake. Phil was surprised when Dan let out a quiet hum. Stilling his fingers, Phil turned his head to peek at Dan’s face. His eyes were closed, but his lips were quirked up into a small smile, giving away the fact that he was undoubtedly awake. Awake — and maybe, just maybe, happy. Phil’s mouth twitched up into a small smile of his own — Dan’s happiness made him happy.

“That felt nice,” Dan murmured, just a smidge of petulance in his voice. Phil took the hint and resumed gently stroking Dan’s arm. “Good boy,” Dan mumbled, so quiet that Phil could barely hear him.

Chuckling, Phil bit back a quip about how Dan was the good boy here, because now didn’t seem like the right time for that. Now was too soft of a moment to have a serious conversation about it, and it certainly wasn’t the right moment to… derail with sex. It was too nice. So instead, Phil relaxed quietly and let his fingers draw aimless paths from Dan’s shoulder to his wrist, enjoying the moment.

“This is nice,” Dan murmured again, this time sounding nothing but pleased as he wiggled closer to Phil, his head burrowing ever so slightly deeper into Phil’s shoulder and his grip tightening just a hair.

“It is,” Phil agreed lowly, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment.

A beat of silence passed between them, and Phil wondered if Dan was just as reluctant to break the reverie as he was.

But the silence couldn’t last forever — Phil didn’t expect that it could. A few minutes later, Dan was tilting his head up to look at Phil, his eyes already filled with dread. “I’m beginning to feel a bit badly about ignoring the rest of the world, though.” Dan didn’t sound like he felt guilty, his voice the same serene, easy tone as before.

“Get up on the count of three?” Phil offered, stilling his hand on Dan’s bicep.

“I don’t feel that bad,” Dan whined with an exaggerated eyeroll.

Phil giggled at the adorable manchild in his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of Dan’s head, his fingers once again resuming their path. “You can count at whatever pace you want, silly old bear.”

Dan’s gaze softened, and his lips shifted from an immature pout to a playful smirk. “Fine, but we’re starting at negative five,” he compromised smugly, sounding sure that he’d gotten the best of Phil.

“Deal,” Phil agreed readily. His desire to move Dan was half-hearted at best, really only driven by Dan’s ambivalent efforts to get up.

Dan, apparently satisfied with Phil’s response, settled his head back into the crevice of Phil’s neck, and looped his arm snugly around Phil’s stomach. Burrowing his head closer to Phil’s chest, Dan murmured a quiet and unconvincing negative four.

It took Dan fifteen minutes to count to zero, and another ten to get to three. True to their agreement, though, Dan pushed himself up and out of Phil’s arms as he called out the last number. Seeming to capitalize on his momentum, Dan swung his legs to the floor and climbed out of the bed, swiping both their phones off the nightstand.

“Is it time?” Phil asked, unable to curb his reluctance, even as he caught his phone when Dan threw it at him.

“It’s time,” Dan confirmed, still standing by the bed. He didn’t sound any more pleased about it than Phil felt, but he was already in the process of unlocking his own phone, so Phil figured there was no escaping reality at this point.

Pressing his thumb to the home button, Phil unlocked his phone, only getting as far as his home screen — where there were approximately fifty thousand notifications — before he was sidetracked by a sharp what the fuck from Dan.

For a second, Phil was torn on what to do first. It seemed like every app had at least a dozen notifications — and some had literally hundreds. His finger froze, debating if he should open his email or twitter or instagram or tumblr or messages or whatsapp or —

Jesus, even Phil’s calendar app had notifications. That never happened, not outside of previously-discussed meeting invitations at least.

“What in the actual fuck?” Dan muttered, drawing Phil’s attention up; Dan, and his confused distress, seemed like a better place to start than the notifications anyway. Everyone else in the world could wait — and not just because they weren’t right in front of Phil.

“What is it?” he asked, trying his best to keep the apprehensive fear out of his voice (and doing a bang up job of it, he was certain).

“I— someone— last night—” Dan stopped and started several times, his voice growing higher and higher pitched with every attempt, his eyes still focused on his screen. Each start gave no more insight to his increasing distress than the last.

“Dan,” Phil urged, his voice just this side of commanding. He was nervous and increasingly worried, and his anxiety was already getting the best of him.

“There’s— picture,” Dan finally spat out, voice strangled, panicked.

Realization — and his own fair share of fear — washed over Phil, a deep sense of dread churning in his stomach as his mind flashed through image after erotic image of what could have been photographed from last night: Dan blushing at the table while they talked about rimming, Dan straddling his lap in the club and grinding down, Phil pressing Dan against the bar and feeding him limes in the most suggestive way possible, Dan grinding his arse into his crotch and dancing on a crowded and anonymous dance floor…

Phil’s imagination was saved the effort of conjuring up more wonderful but wildly inappropriate memories by Dan thrusting his phone into Phil’s face, far too close for Phil to actually focus on the image on the screen. Calmly, or at least in some version of what Phil hoped seemed calm but probably wasn’t, Phil plucked the phone out of Dan’s hand and held it at a reasonable distance, preparing himself for the worst.

His eyes adjusted, and he took in the picture.

The first thing Phil noticed was that the photo was dark and grainy, but there was no mistaking it was them, not with Dan’s brown curls and dark clothes, and Phil’s dark quiff and brighter outfit. Still, it was far better than any of Phil’s fears — it wasn’t from the restaurant or the club or the dance floor, they weren’t grinding or kissing or teasingly touching each other.

The picture didn’t scream platonic friends, but at the same time, there wasn’t anything explicitly confirmatory about it. There were no obvious hickeys, no lips pressed against lips or throats or collarbones, no hands straying to explicitly private parts.

There was still a shred of plausible deniability.

Oddly enough, the picture seemed to capture the same thing Dan’s new lyrics had — the softer, more romantic and gentle part of the night, the part where they’d sunk into each other. The part where they were full of lust, but undoubtedly full of something else, too.

No, the photo wasn’t some dirty, grainy shot of them at their horniest. It was taken from the back, which explained why they hadn’t noticed the photographer — although the absurd amount of alcohol probably explained that equally as well. They were stopped at a crosswalk, standing side-by-side on the corner, their arms looped around each other’s waists.

Or, well, Dan’s arm was looped around Phil’s waist. Phil’s arm was a bit — a lot — lower. His hand wasn’t so much gripping Dan’s hip as it was the side of his arse.

The placement of Phil’s wandering hand wasn’t great, but compared to their faces…

Dan’s head was tipped sideways onto Phil’s shoulder, chin angled up so his mouth was very obviously accessible for Phil’s. Phil’s own face was turned to look at Dan, bent down at an unnatural angle, his expression a blurry picture of fondness.

Phil couldn’t help but wonder why the photographer — whoever they were — shared this moment, and not the one immediately after. The moment where Phil was nearly certain he’d closed the small distance between them and kissed Dan’s begging lips.

It looked coupley, of course it did, it couldn’t not. But there was room to spin it.

Probably.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Phil schooled his face into a neutral expression and lowered the phone — not that it mattered that much; it wasn’t like Dan’s phone was big enough to hide Phil’s entire face, and Phil was certain that his initial expression hadn’t been the most… composed of all reactions he could have had.

“Okay,” Phil said shortly. His one-word response was clipped, monotone. Drawing a deep breath, he tried his best to sound a bit more alive, a bit more positive, when he continued. “Could’ve been worse, all things considered.”

There. That was a true statement.

Dan raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, shrugging his shoulder in a noncommittal I guess fashion. He snatched his phone out of Phil’s hand and studied the picture for a second longer before looking back up to Phil.

“You can’t tell if either of us are hard, I guess that’s something,” Dan finally conceded. He pursed his lips, his mouth scrunching to one side as he stared harder at his screen.

“True,” Phil agreed, genuinely thankful for the small victory — he knew he’d been at least semi-hard for a large part of the previous night, and he was pretty sure the same went for Dan, too. Phil’s branding could handle some drunk walking and cuddling with a friend (or someone more, his audience didn’t need to know the specifics). He wasn’t sure how well his branding would mesh with stiff cocks and hot lips and groping hands, though.

Twirling his own phone between his thumb and forefinger, Phil trained his gaze on Dan’s face, carefully watching for any minute hint of emotion. Dan’s expression was steadfastly neutral, albeit pinched, though, making it nearly impossible for Phil to read what Dan was thinking.

“What next?” Phil finally relented when the silence went on for too long. The desperation to do something — whether it was responding to every single tweet they’d been tagged in or deleting every contact who’d messaged them about the picture — was gnawing at Phil’s nerves and his fingers were itching to do anything at this point.

Antarctica could be nice, Phil thought. At least penguins were cute. And probably easier to please than excited fans.

Dan sighed, dropping his attention back down to his phone. “I reckon we should start by seeing what people are saying,” Dan mumbled, already tapping about on his phone as he collapsed back onto the bed, his back leaning against the headboard, his side pressing up alongside Phil’s. “No point in talking ‘bout what we want to do until we know what everyone’s thinking.”

“Great,” Phil agreed, an uncharacteristic note of sarcasm creeping into his response — maybe it was from being around Dan so much, or maybe it was the only way he could cope with the severity of the current situation. “Reading through all my twitter mentions is exactly what I want to do right now,” he huffed, punctuating his complaint with an eyeroll.

Dan and his sass were definitely beginning to rub off on him.

Whining aside, both Dan and Phil opened their twitters. Phil swiped directly over to his mentions, impatience getting the best of him. Almost all of them mentioned Dan too, and a not-insignificant portion were in response to the original tweeted picture of them. Phil had learned from experience: the more people responded to the source of gossip, the more people the gossip reached.

As Phil scrolled through his tweets, he gathered that most people's reactions were positive — ranging from excited keyboard smashes to multi-tweet threads of encouragement, support, and firm warnings to respect his and Dan’s privacy. Somewhere in between the extremes, though, were a bunch of overly intrusive, speculative tweets that had Phil groaning. There were tweets that tried to guess at the context of the photo, tweet threads that in-depth speculated on the nature of his and Dan’s relationship, back-and-forth tweets arguing about the timeline of their romance.

It was too much to keep reading, and besides, Phil had well gotten the gist of it all by now. He glanced over at Dan, mainly to see his reaction, only to find that Dan was scrolling through a hashtag that Phil had only noticed in passing, not fully registering its popularity.

#Phanconfirmed

“There’s a hashtag?” Phil asked wearily, despite the fact that between his feed and Dan’s screen, the answer was obvious.

“It’s trending,” Dan confirmed, his voice still flat as he scrolled through page after page of tweets. “Worldwide,” he added.

“Fuck,” Phil mumbled, incapable of much else at this moment. Dan might have been hung up reading tweets in the hashtag, but Phil was pretty certain he didn’t have it in him at this moment in time. Closing out of the app, Phil switched over to his calendar, then his voicemail, then his messages.

Just from the badges on the apps, Phil knew it’d be bad. All things considered, though, he wasn’t nearly as prepared as he should have been. “I’ve got eight missed calls, five voicemails, and three virtual meeting invites from my manager,” Phil said, half to himself and half to Dan. “And a rather demanding text.”

And those weren’t even counting the ones from PJ and Martyn and his mum. Now definitely didn’t seem like the moment to deal with those.

“Shit,” Dan cursed under his breath. “I should probably check mine, too,” he conceded, this time a little louder.

Phil tore his eyes from his screen — he didn’t particularly want to keep staring at Marianne’s assertive call me asap message anyway — and watched as Dan tapped through his own phone and message apps.

“Sixteen calls, nine voicemails, and ten texts from Louise,” Dan read off unnecessarily, still sounding like he was in a state of shock. Tapping back to his full message list, Dan continued, “Adaline texted five times, too. I’m sure those aren’t hunting for gossip at all,” Dan huffed, dropping his phone and burying his face in his hands.

Phil made a sympathetic noise. His brother wasn’t much of a gossiper, but his whole family knew Martyn was more likely to get dirt out of Phil than anyone else, so he was willing to bet his brother’s texts had the same intentions as Dan’s sister’s.

Dan rubbed his face, clearly agitated. “Fuck, I don’t even want to think about what my parents are saying — I kind of put a moratorium on discussing my love life with them.”

As much as that statement piqued Phil’s interest, he couldn’t bring himself to focus on it right now; his mind was too focused on his own parents — and the fact that he'd barely gotten around to telling his mum anything. He’d shot her a text while they were waiting to board their plane to New York, just a vague message about how she might be seeing his name pop up in celebrity gossip columns and yes he was dating someone and no he didn’t have time to call her and regale her with the details right then. That definitely wasn’t enough anymore, not given the fact that there was now actual photographic evidence of Phil intertwined with a very obviously famous boy that his mum would definitely recognize. So Phil filed Dan’s stray comment about keeping his parents and love life separate into the discuss later part of his brain.

Turning his focus back to the problem at hand, Phil tried to search for a solution. “We should call them, right? Our managers, I mean,” Phil asked, uncertain and unconvinced with his own suggestion. “Or should we talk about this first, just us?”

Dan clicked his phone off, chucking it haphazardly into his lap, and rolled his head to face Phil. His face was still tense with stress, his eyes lit up with something far too close to regret for Phil’s comfort.

“I’m sorry I was all over you last night, I feel like this is my fault,” Dan lamented, his eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds. It wasn’t an answer to Phil’s question, it was just an… unnecessary apology.

“Hey,” Phil said softly, nudging his shoulder against Dan’s and tipping his head up with gentle fingers on Dan’s chin. Their gazes finally met, and Phil pressed a sweet kiss to Dan’s forehead. “Last night was just as much me as it was you,” Phil assured him.

“Yeah, but I was the sloppy, needy one who practically begged his boyfriend to take care of him,” Dan rebutted, his face still filled with far more remorse than Phil ever wanted to see on it.

“Shush,” Phil admonished kindly. “You may have been a bit needy, but I was more than willing to take care of you, baby. I don’t want you to ever feel bad for asking for what you need, I want to give it to you no matter what.”

Dan’s eyes snapped shut again, his breath coming a bit heavier than it had been a minute ago. A tense moment passed before he finally spoke.

“Fuck, Phil. You can’t just say shit like that,” he grumbled, eyes batting open and boring into Phil’s. “Not if you’re not willing to fuck me, anyway,” he added, a hint of a smirk toying at his lips.

“Later, babe, after we deal with this.” Phil kissed Dan’s forehead again, this time letting his lips linger for a few seconds before pulling back and letting Dan’s chin dip back down. Gaze trained on the top of Dan’s head and eyes tracing the messy curls, Phil’s mind drifted back to the problem at hand.

Fiddling with his phone in one hand as he searched for what to say next, Phil’s mind fumbled through vague, half-formed ideas. But before he could articulate any of them, the harsh, unexpected vibrating of his phone derailed his thoughts. Even as he glanced down, Phil could already guess that the call was from his manager — in hindsight, the buzzing really shouldn’t be that surprising, given all the other missed calls.

“I can let it go to voicemail,” Phil offered, making no move to answer the call. “That way we can talk first.”

“No, it’s fine,” Dan sighed. “Stalling won’t make things any easier. Just… figure out what she’s thinking and don’t agree to anything major, and I’ll do the same with Louise and then we can figure it out together.”

“Mmk,” Phil hummed in agreement, swiping to answer the call at the last second. “Hi, Marianne,” he greeted when the call connected. His voice had none of its usual enthusiasm, and his attention was only half focused on the call — the rest of it was watching Dan dial his own call, presumably to Louise, as he made his way to the bathroom and shut the door.

As much as Phil wanted to know what was happening with Dan’s conversation, the separation was probably for the best. Phil was certain that he wouldn’t be able to focus on his own conversation if Dan was still in the room.

Marianne didn’t beat around the bush; there were no pleasantries, no polite inquiries about his trip to the US. Instead, she jumped right into the crux of the drama.

“Phil, I didn’t push you to address the rumors when Dan came out,” Marianne said, her voice stern and leaving no room for discussion. “But you cannot ignore two scandals in a week.”

“I —” Phil started, intending to push back. But even as he pieced together his rebuttal, he knew she was right. His silence would only fuel the rumors, and besides, he felt like he needed to tell his audience something. In the past, he’d always been open about his friends, had always regaled his audience with tales of his travels, had always acknowledged any drama he was dragged into.

Phil sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he was definitely going to have to do something publically. “Fine, you’re right. What do you have in mind?”

“The sooner you respond, the better,” Marianne answered immediately, sounding like she’d already thought this through — and she probably had. Unlike Phil, she’d known about this for almost the whole day, not a handful of minutes. “I think you should move your liveshow up to tonight. You should probably start by saying that you’re in New York with Dan, even though that’s well obvious at this point.”

Phil huffed a laugh, but Marianne continued without pausing.

“You can let the picture come up naturally — I’m sure plenty of people will be asking about it. Don’t just answer the first one on a whim though, wait until you find one that you feel comfortable answering. One you think can be a good opening to the topic. And then you can tell your version of the story.”

“Okay,” Phil said slowly, his mind already fast-forwarding to the liveshow, spinning the story different ways and imagining how his audience might respond. Sighing, Phil asked the question he knew Marianne would answer anyway, but that he just wanted out of the way at this point. “I know you have an opinion about what I should say, so let’s hear it,” he mumbled, resigned. At this point, he had no idea what he should do, and he was open to just about any suggestion.

“Of course I do,” Marianne said. Phil bit his lip, waiting with bated breath to hear her assessment. “But,” she continued after a second’s pause, “this isn’t just about your career, it’s your life. And it’s Dan’s life, too. Whatever you say, it needs to be what’s right for the both of you, and I can’t answer that.”

“I — yeah. You’re right. Thanks,” Phil said gratefully before running through the logistics of the liveshow. One of his favorite parts about working with Marianne was that she wasn’t overly controlling, especially when it came to stuff that would actually impact Phil’s personal life.

“So…” Marianne broached tentatively. “Do you think you know what you want to do?”

Phil cast his gaze about the room, his eyes catching on movement from the hallway; the bathroom door was opening and Dan stepped out, one hand aggravatedly rubbing down his face.

“Not yet, Marianne,” Phil answered, his eyes trained on Dan. “I’ll figure it out before I go live tonight, though.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed politely. There was a brief pause before, “Phil?”

“Mmm?” Phil hummed in response, thrown off by the uncharacteristically tentative tone.

Marianne took a deep breath. “Do whatever you think is best,” she said, strong and sure. “You have my full support.”

“Thanks,” Phil murmured, taken aback by the sincerity of the moment — he always had known Marianne cared for him, she’d been his manager for years after all, but their relationship was always based on business. They weren’t like Dan and Louise, they weren’t friends first and professionals second.

The unconditional support, while perhaps surprising, was certainly welcomed.

“I’ll let you know what we decide,” Phil promised softly. After saying goodbye, he hung up and turned to Dan, who was already off the phone with Louise and hovering near the entrance to the bedroom.

Phil tapped his phone against his thigh, his nervous energy needing some outlet. He glanced down and saw that the screen had gone back to the last thing he was looking at before the call came through — twitter. “So Marianne wants me to—”

“Do your liveshow tonight,” Dan finished for him swiftly. He moved further into the room, sitting back on his side of the bed. “Yeah, I gathered.”

Turning his attention to his phone, Phil navigated back to his profile. He clicked on the picture and gave it a good, long stare, trying trying to analyze it objectively. Trying to see it through his audience’s eyes.

Trying to decipher his own feelings about it.

“What do I say?” Phil asked, holding his breath. His own indecisiveness aside, he needed to know where Dan’s mind was at. Phil knew Dan hadn’t wanted to get into the specifics with their audiences, but, well, things had clearly changed. And now, Phil had no idea what to expect — he wasn’t sure if Dan would want to hold onto that shred of deniability, or if Dan’s newly-loud bi-pride would mean he’d want to fully embrace the implications of the picture.

At this point, Phil wasn’t even sure how he wanted to handle the picture. Objectively, he knew the most on brand way spin it: find the most platonic, innocent angle and double down, deny any sexual or romantic implications. He didn’t need to say it out loud, didn’t need to hear Marianne say it, to know it was the most AmazingPhil reaction he could muster up.

But even as he played out the fabricated story in his head, he was pretty sure he hated it.

Phil glanced up at Dan, waiting with bated breath for his reaction. For several seconds, the world was silent; it was just Dan biting his bottom lip, his eyes trained on the photo on Phil’s screen, and his face betraying absolutely no indication of what was going through his mind. Finally, his gaze flitted back up to Phil, his eyes clouded and unclear. “That I was drunk and cold and you were taking me back.”

Phil quirked an eyebrow, a million follow-up questions immediately badgering his mind — the same follow up questions that everyone would have. Where were they before? What had they been doing that got Dan drunk? Were other people with them? Was Phil drunk, too? Had this happened before? Were they going back to the same room? Was Dan this touchy with everyone when he was drunk, or was that just Phil?

Dan shrugged but didn’t avert his gaze. “That’s enough of an answer. If people want to assume that back meant to a shared room, fine. If they assume it’s to a different room in the same hotel, fine.”

“Mmm,” Phil hummed noncommittally, just enough to show Dan he was listening.

Dan’s eyes shifted to the desk, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Phil had known Dan long enough to recognize his thinking face, so he waited, swallowing back all the questions he was tempted to ask. Finally, Dan continued, once again meeting Phil’s gaze, a spark of resolution in his eyes. “I don’t want to lie,” he said firmly. “But also, the past few days have been… a lot. Significant. I wanted to… let them stand alone. And my relationships — I’ve always tried to keep my personal life private, but I also haven’t exactly ever been forced to ever own up or deny them.”

Phil nodded slowly. “That’s fair,” he agreed, his words like molasses. He understood Dan’s points, he really did. He was so, so thrilled that Dan didn’t want to hide this relationship — a distinct change from the relationships Dan had described having with other boys (and most girls, for that matter). Nervously, Phil cocked his head. “And, hypothetically, what if I’m forced to confirm or deny?”

It was an entirely unnecessary question, really. Phil was planning to do a liveshow — the audience was always entirely separated from him, there was never a way for them to know for certain which questions Phil had and had not seen. Unless literally every single question was about Dan, Phil’s hand wouldn’t be forced.

But still… Phil wanted to know. He needed to know where Dan stood, where his mind was at right now. So Phil stared at Dan curiously, brow cocked and head tilted, until Dan finally responded.

Once again, Dan shrugged, but this time it wasn’t as… apathetic. This time, it was just… resigned, maybe? Phil couldn’t quite tell; he didn’t like not being able to read Dan’s body language.

“I’m not gonna dictate what you should and shouldn’t say to your audience,” Dan said, lips pursed. “If you feel backed into a corner, say whatever you want. I know you’re not gonna fuck me over.” Dan rubbed his hands over his face, nervous energy lacing the movement. He dropped his hands and looked back at Phil. “Like I said, I don’t wanna lie, but I also don’t wanna make you feel like you have to tell your audience anything in particular.”

“So just to be clear,” Phil started, a smile creeping onto his face and into his voice. “If — for some reason — I have to say yes or no, it’s okay if I say either?”

“Phil.” Dan’s voice was low and uncharacteristically sincere, his pupils blown wide, and his hand twitching like it was fighting back the urge to reach for Phil’s. “I’m having an amazing time with you and I’m...I’m in this... for the long haul,” Dan’s gaze flickered to the side, resting on his black notebook next to his leg. His words were slow and deliberate, like he was carefully selecting each one.

Phil couldn’t tune out the butterflies that were beating against his stomach, and could barely bite back an overly enthusiastic me too.

But Dan ploughed on before Phil could say anything, and maybe that was for the best. “I’m having trouble imagining a world where it’s not eventually completely obvious what you are to me, so...” Phil’s mind jumped to all the possible whys behind that statement; he couldn’t help it. Dan’s lyrics and album theme flashed through his mind, but so did Dan’s instagram posts and flirty tweets.

Dan’s eyes finally shifted back to Phil’s, determined, tenacious. “So I’d rather not lie,” Dan said, sure and confident. “If they know something for certain, I’d rather it be the truth. Because I don��t want to spend the rest of — of —”

Dan’s gaze dropped again, and Phil bit his lips, holding back a smile as he imagined what the rest of Dan’s sentence might be, what it might mean. Everything Dan had said today seemed half shared, just a small portion of what Dan seemed to want to say. Phil didn’t want to be overly presumptuous, to pretend he knew what Dan was thinking, but he felt confident in his guesses to the end of at least a few of Dan’s sentences.

Dan opened and closed his mouth, over and over, not speaking. Finally, he sighed, and Phil expected him to say something, anything, concrete — more because Dan was strong willed, and less because Phil couldn’t predict what he might be thinking. But instead, Dan rose up off the bed and headed for the bathroom, halting just before the door. Eyes trained on the floor, Dan muttered, “If you have to say something, say whatever you want — I trust you. I’d just prefer it to be the truth.

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Insatiable Part 1

Dark! Jefferson x Reader (she/her)

Requested by Anon

Warnings: PLEASE ADHERE TO THESE AND DO NOT @ ME WITH YOUR BULLSHIT BECAUSE YOU CANT NOT READ SOMETHING THAT WILL TRIGGER YOU.

Sex pollen, pre meditated administration and abudction, stalking, masturbation, DUBCON.

I'm trying not to make this extremely dark and noncon but since this turned into a multi part story, I'm not sure what other parts will contain. I will post warnings accordingly.

Author Note: I didn't plan for this to turn into a multi part and I'm not sure how many parts there will be. I hope Anon likes it. Thank you for the request, I love my dark mysterious boy so much 😏 On mobile so typos are apologized for in advance. Feedback is greatly desired.

Jefferson knew from the moment he saw her in the bookstore that he had to have her. He had discreetly stalked her for weeks after their first encounter, mapping her patterns, the places she frequented, the people she talked to. He knew where she lived and where she worked. He knew the name of the bar she went to every Friday night, even the type of drink she ordered. An expensive brand of scotch, neat. He expected her to be a fruity with an umbrella kind of girl. Curious. He had become addicted to her, craving her like a drug and he hadn't even spoken a word to her yet. 

Now he stood over her unconscious body. Slumped, bound to a chair in the center of his living room, her hair hung in her face. He wanted to brush it out of the way but he didn't want to wake her just yet.

Soon she began to stir, her eyes fluttering as she lifted her head. A groan escaped her throat only to be stopped by the scarf gag tied around her head. She blinked, shaking the hair from her face, and her eyes widened at the realization that she was now captive in this man's home. 

Her mind raced with a frame by frame replay of how she ended up in this position. She remembered bumping into him at the grocery store, his pearly white grin as she apologized for being so distracted that she didn't see him, his notice of the contents of her cart and offer to have her over for dinner. It was the least she could do after hitting him with her cart, he had said. She remembered accepting and showing up to his elaborate mansion, in awe of such a big home for one man. He had prepared a dinner of steak, roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes from scratch, and cherry pie. She had complimented his cooking abilities and his almost flustered reaction to being given a compliment. She remembered looking around his living room, running her hand over the keys of the grand piano as he poured her a drink. Scotch, neat. She didn't connect that the drink was what she always ordered at the bar in memory of her late grandfather who always partaken of the beverage after dinner every night. He had feigned surprise when she sipped it expertly, not making a face at how strong it was. He had smiled when she told him the story as to why it was her favorite drink. 

The last thing she remembered was the purple flowers sitting in a vase on top of coffee table. The flowers were stunningly beautiful, something she had never seen before. She had bent to smell them and everything went black. 

She looked at him with wide eyes, jerking and n the ropes that held her to the chair. She screamed into the gag, the thickness of the scarf cutting off much of the sound. 

He slowly walked toward her, his black boots heavy on the hardwood floors. He stood, towering over her, and she cowered back as his hand reached out to stroke her hair. 

"I'm very sorry that you had to wake like this" 

His voice was velvet, calm and collected. As if this wasn't a strange situation for him at all. That scared her. 

"It's very important for you to remain calm until you understand the effects of the flower. Therefore I had to bind and gag you. You really can't be running off into the night in your current condition."

She furrowed her brow in confusion, looking up at him. Fear still filled her eyes but he noticed the glint of something else forcing its way through. He grinned and that's when she felt it. The warmth in her core, the tingling between her legs and the dampness in her underwear. She was aroused. She began another attempt at screaming, but he placed a finger to his lips. 

"Shhhh, Darling. There's really no need for that. I'll remove the scarf if you promise to speak calmly. Can you do that?"

She nodded and he reached up to pull the scarf away. 

"What did you do to me?" She asked, voice high pitched with panic "What do you want?"

Jefferson chuckled and shook his head. 

"I didn't do anything, Darling. You did this to yourself when you smelled my flowers." 

"What do you mean?!" 

"The flowers, better known unscientifically as the Rose of Midnight, give off a certain type of pollen" 

"What the hell does that mean?!" She asked

"The pollen from the dark roses cause a reaction in the person who touches or inhales it. They become incredibly aroused for a period of time and nothing can quench their desire."

Jefferson smirked at her and she squeezed her legs together. 

"You're feeling it now, aren't you? Your skin is flushed, your cheeks have become pink. Your eyes are clouded. Your breathing...it's becoming more shallow by the second."

She shook her head

"Oh Darling, there really is no use in denying it. It only gets stronger"

She bit back a whimper as he ran a finger across her cheek. 

"I'll be more than willing to help you alleviate some of that pressure you're feeling, if you wish"  Jefferson lowered his hand to cup her chin "Or I can leave you tied to this chair for the rest of the night, only to suffer. It's your choice."

"You're insane!" She spat, glaring at him

"Defiant, are we?" He chuckled "Suit yourself." 

Jefferson spun on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him. She sat there, legs trembling as her arousal grew. Her mind was screaming at her to find a way out and she struggled in the ropes. Jefferson knew what he was doing, however, and the bindings were inescapable. After several minutes she gave up. The heat grew between her legs and she groaned, wiggling in the chair and rubbing her thighs together. What she wouldn't give to touch herself right now. 

"Jefferson!" She cried out after nearly thirty minutes of debating with herself 

He walked into the room and raised an eyebrow. 

"Ready to accept my help, Darling?"

"You wish" she glared "I need to use the bathroom"

He frowned, looking her over. 

"Please" she pleaded 

He untied her and led her down the hallway, a hand gripping her arm tightly. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. He shook his head when he heard the click of the lock. 

She instantly dropped her pants to her feet and began rubbing her clit vigorously. She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from moaning as she came. Panting, she leaned against the wall, her legs shaking. 

"Fuck" She muttered under her breath 

She was still horny, now even more so than before. She thrust her fingers inside her wet hole and pumped them in and out until she came a second time. Still, she was unbelievably aroused. She gave up with a whine and pulled her pants up. She opened the door and scowled at Jefferson. 

"Feel any better?" He asked, boredom dripping from his tone

She didn't say anything. He stepped to her and grabbed her wrists. 

"Touching yourself isn't going to help" he said

"I-I didnt-" 

Her defense was cut short by Jefferson lifting her hand and taking the two fingers she had used to get herself off into his mouth. Her eyelids fluttered as he sucked on them, the taste of her arousal lingering. 

"Do you want my help or not?" He asked 

"I-i-" She stammered, looking up at him "Can you make it stop?" 

"No, unfortunately the pollen needs to wear off on its own." 

"How long will that be?!" 

"Depends. Varies from person to person, usually. Could be a few hours, or it could be a few days" 

Jefferson chuckled as her eyes widened. 

"I can, however, help you relieve some of that pressure. Sure you can do it yourself, but do you really want to be standing in that bathroom with your fingers shoved inside yourself for who knows how long?" 

She shook her head. 

"I didn't think so. Shall I lead you to the bedroom?" 

He extended his hand to her and she nodded, taking it.

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I haven't vented here in awhile...

A few days ago, I was on top of the world. I got a puppy that is perfect, my best friend started speaking to me again and knew everything about me moving so all my anxiety seemed to drip away, my cats and dog were both clean bills of health from my work (vet), and soon I'd be moving out to avoid bad memories and learn to be more reliant on myself.

And then Valentine's Day hit.

The entire night of 2/13 - 2/14, my cat was acting up. She was up and down every hour, making me also be up and down every hour and I had just worked a 12.5 hour shift that day and had to work again the next morning.

At this point, I was under the impression that my roommates liked me. Because I love them; my best friend and her boyfriend.

Valentine's Day morning I am hit with normal depression, but I deep conditioned my hair the night before and was generally okay.

I did my makeup kinda pink and red and put on a floral red cardigan over my work clothes.

The first sign of the impending Fuckening:

I made my usual coffee and then spilled it all over my hand.

My eyeshadow fucked itself all over my face because it was too loose and when I rubbed it off, my face started to glitter.

I walk outside and see a GIANT SMASHED IN FRONT END ON MY CAR. I've already only got 5 minutes to get to work.

My frustration manifests into a literal scream when I lock myself in my car and stressed tears pour from my eyes, my makeup stays in place though.

I drive to work, my car makes horrible groans.

My boss says he got nothing done and let's me know I need to call the cops to report the incident.

The cops arrive an hour later at work and force me to stand in the cold while they do fuck all.

They say "hurr theres no paint left behind we cant do anything even though you have an exact location and short time frame of when this could have happened (between the time I moved my car that morning and then went to work) and also its clearly a truck or van maybe but do your OWN investigation and call us if you find anything durr"

Work is extremely busy and I dont get everything done.

I text my best friend to express my panic of my car getting smashed. No response, nothing.

I get home that night and no one will talk to me or look at me. I feel the unbearable blanket of loneliness on me as they giggle together and don't even acknowledge that I exist.

Cut to 2/15:

I start packing the easy stuff: cups and plates, little techy things from the living room, because I didnt have big enough boxes to pack up anything in my room.

I realize I packed up stuff they like to use, but figure that's okay because they have a better sound system in their room and they know I am leaving on Monday.

Still radio silence even from my best friend. Also from him. (Her boyfriend).

I get home from work, stress pouring off of me. Neither of them looks at me or talks to me.

I lock myself and my cats in my room and cry quietly while they enjoy a date night and my best friend repeatedly exclaims that she would like to hang out with some other people..

My therapist says she thinks my anxiety is making me paranoid.

But I am terrified that something happened and now they hate me.

I feel like my soul had been sucked out and I've been kicked repeatedly in my gut.

My best friend..

I'm not her best friend. I'm just a nuisance.

I dont know why I ever thought different.

[lovemesomesurveys]

[[ Random Survey Questions // By @x-hallie-x ]] 1. When was the last time you realized something about yourself, your abilities, or your financial situation that left you feeling disappointed? Uhhh. Well, I’ve been disappointed in myself for quite some time. I don’t like the personal I’ve become these past couple years. I just feel like such a failure. I don’t like that I’ve completely surrendered to my health and just have really given up. I don’t take care of myself like I should. I self-sabotage. I sit and mope and throw pity parties and I don’t do anything to try and make things better. Some things are out of my control, but some things aren’t. Even the things that are, they could still be better managed. I have no idea at all what I want to do with my life. I just can’t seem to get it together. What scares me is that I just don’t have the energy or motivation to care and the longer this goes on, the worse things get. It has really had an effect on my health.

2. Generally, are you more likely to blame others or yourself for problems you experience? Oh, definitely myself. I’m very quick to blame myself for everything.

3. What is one thing about your life that you don’t ever see changing, even if you might wish it would? It’s hard for me to imagine a time when things won’t be how they are now. I can’t envision myself being at a point where I’m happy and doing something with my life and I have finally have it together.

4. At what point in your life have you been the most social or had the most friendships? And at which point have you been the least social? My early 20′s. I had a few friends and I actually used to have a social life and did things. Hard to believe now. Over the past couple years I’ve become a complete hermit crab. I haven’t hung out with friends in almost 2 years, which is wild. I had a friend I saw at least once a week, sometimes more back when we were in school. I had another friend I saw every couple weeks or so, too. Now to have gotten to the point where I haven’t seen them in almost 2 years... it’s crazy. It’s the same with my cousins that I used to be close with, too. I even became withdrawn and distant from them. I have no social life now. Outside of my immediate family that I live with, the only other people I see are doctors.

5. Do you prefer to have a few close friends or a bunch of random acquaintances? Which would describe what you have now? I liked having my few close friends. Now I don’t have any.

6. Do you journal? Generally, what do you write about? Do you find it helpful to get your thoughts out that way, or do you prefer another form of self-expression? I used to write in a journal all the time in middle school up until I was in the 10th grade. I had a Xanga I wrote journal entries in as well in high school. Now the closest thing I have to that are these surveys. These allow me to vent and ramble and sort through some of my feelings.

7. Do you like eating foods that other people have cooked for you, or do you prefer to have control over your meals? Well, I don’t cook apart from Top Ramen and things I can zap up in the microwave, sooo I have no problem with other people cooking for me. My parents and brother are great cooks. I also really enjoy takeout.

8. Have you ever been somewhere and REALLY didnt like a food that you were expected to eat? How did you deal with this? Are you someone who is likely to suck it up and be polite or refuse and save your taste buds? When I was a kid my grandparents made us grandkids eat our vegetables and we had to eat everything on our plate. I hate most vegetables, so it wasn’t a pleasant experience.

9. What is one way in which you compare yourself to others? In this comparison, do you regard yourself as better or worse off than the people to whom you usually do the comparing? I compare myself to others quite a bit. Like I see people my age and younger who seem to have their life together, at least more than I do. They have jobs and families of their own and they’re doing things they want to do. Not to say they don’t have their own struggles, but it just seems like they’re farther ahead in life than I am in many ways. I look at myself and I’m almost 30 with no direction, no aspirations, still living at home, never had a relationship (nowhere near a real one), never had a job...

10. What is something you’ve been particularly grateful for lately? That I have my family because without them... I really don’t know what I would do. I couldn’t keep going without them. I’d be a hell of a lot worse without them. These past couple years have been really hard and I’m just grateful that I have them by my side. They put up with so much. 11. What kind of change or opportunity would be the biggest help in your life right now? Well, I think seeking therapy would be a good start. If I did that and it was helping, then I could hopefully be an active participant in my life again at some point and start really working on things.

12. Is there one emotion that you experience more often than any other? Is there an emotion you rarely ever experience? I’d say I battle depression, but it’s not even a battle anymore because it won a long time ago, but yeah that. I feel irritated and frustrated quite often, too. 13. How mature would you say you are? What qualities do you think make a person mature? I’m not sure how to measure that, exactly.

14. When was the last time you believed there might be something seriously medically wrong with you? What was the ultimate diagnosis? Now? I’ve felt that way often throughout my life. I’d always think the worst and assume something was wrong. Sometimes there was, sometimes there wasn’t. I am currently dealing with health stuff and have throughout my life.

15. What is one illness you are afraid of having? Do you know anyone who has faced this illness? I am afraid of possibly getting cancer. I have had family members who have battled cancer, so it is in my family.

16. How do you tend to behave when you’re sick? What kinds of things do you like people to do for you, if anything, to help you feel better? I just sleep a lot and lie in bed...which is really what I do a lot of the time so I guess it’s not all that different. I sleep more; though, when I’m sick. I’m also moody and irritable, but that’s also not much different than how I always am. ha.

17. If you’re someone who rarely eats breakfast, is there a reason for this? If you do usually eat breakfast, are there any other meals you avoid or skip for any reason, and why so? I’ve never been much of a breakfast person. My body doesn’t like to eat early or when I first get up. I sleep in late, sometimes until like 4 in the evening, so by then it’s like late lunch and dinner time, ha. But even when I did used to get up early for school and such I’d maybe have a granola bar if anything. I like to just have my coffee and then after I’m finished I’m usually ready for something about an hour or so after, especially because like I said, I sleep in pretty late. I do like breakfast foods a lot, though.

18. When was the last time you did something you were proud of? Were other people proud of you as well? Does it matter to you whether or not other people care about your accomplishments, or is your own satisfaction enough? The last thing I did that I was actually proud of myself for was graduating with my BA. Towards the end of getting my degree, I was so burnt out, overwhelmed, stressed, and just to the point of being done with everything. I was also dealing with some health stuff back then, which made things difficult. There were many times I wanted to just give up. Despite all that, I kept going and pushed myself to finish school and get my degree. It’s been almost 4 years now since I’ve graduated, and I’ve done absolutely nothing. Ya’ll know the rest of the story (see question 1). I feel like it was such a waste now. I also hate to admit that I don’t even want to do anything in psychology, which is what I got my BA in. I am not cut out for that. I have no idea what I want to do. I think about all that money that went into getting that degree and for what? I actually wish I would have thought long and hard after I graduated from community college before continuing on to get my BA. Truthfully, I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to do with a psychology degree, but I was so interested in it and I kept thinking/hoping it would just come together and I’d figure it out. I kept thinking I had to get my BA and not going to school wasn’t an option for me. I just really, really wish I would have thought more about it and maybe even took time off after community college. I was just afraid that if I didn’t keep going and took that time off that I would never go back. I put that pressure on myself that I had to do it. All the good that did me, though...

19. What is your least favorite thing about the season you’re currently experiencing? Are you okay with most types of weather, or are you only happy under certain conditions? Well, it’s supposed to be fall but California is still experiencing summer it feels like and I hate it. Summer is just miserable to me. I’m like, wtf it’s fall can this warm weather please go away now?? We’re still getting mid 80s and that’s still too hot for me. We’re in November now, like seriously??

20. Have you made any changes to your style or “look” lately? How often do you change your appearance, hairstyle, fashion, etc? Or is it a pretty constant thing? No. I don’t have the energy or motivation for that. I really need to get my hair done, but sigh. I last got it done in August. :X I was really good about getting it done once a month and keeping it nice, but I suck at that now just like with everything else.

21. What are some things you do to feel pampered? Getting my hair done. It feels good after it’s done and my hair looks all nice and pretty. Sigh. I really need to make an appointment.

22. What was the last thing you felt hopeful about? Do you think there’s a good chance of whatever-it-is working out in your favor, or not so much? I really don’t know the last time I felt hopeful about anything.

23. In what ways are you prone to black and white thinking? In what ways do you see more in terms of color or gray? I mean, I’m generally pretty open minded and I know there’s more than one side to some things and it’s not always just one thing or another. I guess when it comes to my life and health, I see things more gray.

24. Are there types of people you will simply never understand (not necessarily ~empathize with) no matter how hard you might try? Are there people you seem to understand almost immediately? Oh, definitely. I don’t even really understand myself I feel like, so. You can’t possibly understand everyone. There are just certain opinions and beliefs that I just can’t understand.

25. When was the last time you tried something you’ve never tried before? How likely are you to break from your routine and try new things? A crispy chicken sandwich from Burger King, ha. That’s about as adventurous as I get, guys. I don’t try a lot of new things and my life is very routine.

26. Have you ever “recovered” from anything? What does “recovery” mean or look like to you? Uhh, well physically, yes. Like from surgeries and other stuff. I can’t think of another example of recovery, though.

27. What are some ways your childhood differed from those of others around you? Do you think this difference was harmful or advantageous in the long run? I mean, apart from being in a wheelchair, I feel like I had a pretty typical, “normal” childhood. I was still able to most things. I really enjoyed my childhood.

28. What is one thing you are really good at compared to most people? What about one thing you are really bad at compared to others? I don’t feel I’m really good at anything, honestly. I am your basic, average girl. I’m really bad a lot of things compared to others, even when it comes to just being a functional adult.

29. Do you think people are “all good” or “all bad”? What would make someone qualify as “bad” or “good” to you, or do you simply not think in those terms? Even the best of people have their bad traits. No one is perfect and everyone makes mistakes. I’m tired now so I can’t dwell more on that right now.

30. When was the last time you did something out in nature? Do you notice a dip in your mood when you don’t get enough of the Great Outdoors? When I went to the beach this past summer. I’m not an outdoorsy person at all, but I do love the beach.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. does not like sweet things very much and hates ugly fishes robin hood lefty eyebag 😅

Oh no, that sucks about your phone! Hope it is good now and not damaged badly.

Hahahaha yes we talked about your favorite fruit! And you said BANANAAAAAAAA was one of them 🤣

Yeah I'm not sure what the number is but I was able to set up an appointment today before work, so I am finishing this and will leave soon for the eye doctor.

No no ahahahahaha I am dead again. Have you ever watched courage the cowardly dog?? If you have, do you remember the old lady, Muriel??? That's how I imagined what you described hahahahaha with a cane and probably iced coffee in the other hand 🤣🤣

Ooh I see. Is that why you said you are sensitive to noise before? Or is the repetition of sounds just bothersome to you?

Are you going to do surgery for it then?

I used to make notes and detailed stuff about the characters before. But now I just cram everything in my brain. You should write a story about Wanda receiving anonymous messages from a curious george and she slowly falls in love with them hahaha just kidding

Ah that's interesting what your friend said. I think you answered my next question, cause I was going to ask if you were a sub or dom in the relationship, and if you were a top or bottom.

I guess my next question would be, how do you write it?? The description and details is so good, it's crazy. Also, do you get flustered after you write smut?

- CuriousGeorge

hello hello you!

how are you today? and how was your eye doctor appoinment?

the phone is okay, thank god.hahaha. i blow air with hair dryer then put it in rice overnight and it works fine now. :D

hahaha yeesss BANANAAAAAAAA!! *screams like minions"

hahaa yeah i might be like her when i got old. n if i can stay alive till that old, the doctor wouldn't let me drink coffee anymore for my heart.lol. but i know which show u meant.

hmm i dont know if i'm sensitive with noise has anything to do with my hearing problem. buuuutt it's a different condition that i think i have it. It's called Audio Processing Disorder. you can google it. i didnt mean to diagnose myself with it but when i read about it, i have all the symptoms. I'll send u a link of a post in instagram about it that i saw. Here is the link:

maybe someday i will have the surgery. well, you know how expensive medical can be here in US. the doctor wants me to get hearing check again in a year to see if it gets worse that fast or not n see it from there.

hahaha that would be a nice story to write. is wanda going to be a married woman in this fic idea too? :D

oh well, when i was with my girlfriend, i was the top. n but neither of us dom or sub. but if i can be with a woman now, i would love to be with a top dom one. so in conclusion, I'm a switch that lean more to bottom n sub. i dont mind to top n if i have to dom, i probably the soft dom. :D

how do i write my smut? i just try to write it whatever that's in my mind. i write what i thought i would see as if it's in a tv or something. i write what i think that my eyes pay attention to or where my sights change focus to. n i try to write as detail as i can so when people read it they can feel it as if they r in the story or at least as if they are watching it like a movie.

also thank you for the compliments, i appreciate it. I just love writing in details, that's why my fic usually long no matter what type of story it is. i'm glad u enjoy all the details :D

next questions?

Cheerio!