#and uuh .. barely managed to make them not do it

[ganondoodle]

Have you been assesed for adhd?

nope, though im pretty sure i got it ... or its something similar bc although also not officially diagnosed there is no way im not autistic OTL

the only things i have been .. 'diagnosed' with is anxiety and chronic depression, though both of which by a therapist that got arrested for fraud and harassment (hahaha .. ._.) and im not sure how much weight that can hold both bc of .. THAT and bc i honestly have no idea how much a therapist can do (its been many years since then too) and the only meds he ever offered me where like .. drugs ('herbs')

i have been thinking of asking our family doctor about it but im rather afraid of whatever process i gotta go through to get anything that might help since im sure its also not JUST adhd that causing all this (and ... im afraid it could impact how i am treated ... like if they know im autistic are they not gonna take me seriously anymore or stop me from making choices about myself.. welp theres the anxiety ndfjkgndfknvgfdk)

(and a new therapist is pretty impossible bc theres a really big problem of not enough therapists around ESPECIALLY where i live ... also fear bc of the previous one .. haha ._, )

[hannieween]

stargazing | city lights series | h.js

Joshua should've known the minute he saw you standing outside his door for the first time. Then, maybe he would've gotten the opportunity to make things right with you. But no, he let his hedonistic ways get in the way first. Now, will he get the opportunity to make things right with you?

✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader ✮ genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+) ✮ aus: rock singer joshua, neighbours with benefits ✮ word count: 17k

↣ part i – part ii – part iii – part iv – navi post – other fics

₊🎧: guilty - taemin ♡︎ | dumb - i.m ♡︎ | say you love me - kai ♡︎ | accident - woodz ♡︎ ₊ nsfw warnings under the cut!!

✮ warnings: smut with plot, dom joshua, sub reader, big dick joshua, thigh grinding while joshua is on the phone [i love that cliché let me be], fingering (f), multiple unprotected sex scenes, exhibitionism: being heard by others during sex, brat taming: spanking and a bit of edging, oral sex (f), cowgirl, creampies [yes, plural], pet names: pretty, baby, bunny, sweetheart, princess (hers) this is loosely proofread

part v

Joshua couldn't believe his ears.

He sat there frozen, phone still pressed to his ear. The line had gone dead a minute ago, Jihoon who was on the other side hung up after getting a barely coherent response from Joshua.

He blinked himself back to reality.

Apparently, someone had scouted them from the rock festival a week ago and were in talks with his manager. So Joshua had just learned that Midnight Haze had been picked up to open for a huge band a weekend straight.

Jihoon had called him to confirm the news, and to tell him to get his shit in order to travel overseas.

"Are you alright, bro?" he heard a voice in the distance.

Seokmin was standing in the kitchen, looking out to the living room as he munched on a pop tart.

"Yeah," he breathed, finally getting off the phone. "I'm just shocked, that's it."

"What happened?" his roommate asked slowly, approaching the couch.

"I'm... leaving in a few days," Joshua frowned, the news sinking in. "For a couple of shows."

Seokmin arched his eyebrows in surprise. "Dude, that's awesome!" the younger man slapped his shoulder and squeezed it. "Congrats!"

"Thanks, man," Joshua sighed. "I'm still processing it."

"I can see," Seokmin chuckled lightly.

Joshua checked his phone absentmindedly, he tapped on the conversation he had with you to check if you had read it yet. His knee had started bouncing nervously when he saw he had no reply from you yet. 

Are you pushing him away again?

He got up from the couch and without a word to his roommate he left the apartment and walked straight to the fire exit and went up the stairs.

The rooftop was deserted, as he should've expected. There he stood, breathless and feeling stupid. He was working on his self-deprecating thoughts, but he couldn't help but feel a little dumb as he stepped into the large open space.

It was a special spot, Joshua felt like it was becoming more his thing than yours—given that he rarely saw you in there anymore. So he picked his phone again, and didn't let the several flights of stairs go to waste.

He called his mom, let her know the news. They talked for about an hour, the conversation had moved from the news and turned into a conversation about his life. His mom asked him normal stuff—how he's been, what he's been doing, if he's taking care.

When it was time to hang up, he returned to his apartment with a content smile on his face.

"What are you doing tonight?" his roommate asked, eyeing him cautiously. He'd been doing that the last few days, Joshua didn't know the reason why.

"Uuh, tonight. Tuesday. Nothing, dunno yet. Why?" Joshua sat down on the couch again with a tired sigh. Going up to the rooftop was an incredibly effective exercise.

"Are you interested in going to the aquarium?"

"Aquarium?" he parroted, his attention drawn from his phone. "Uh, yeah. Okay."

"Yeah, I got two tickets for an aquarium night but it turns out that my girl also bought two tickets for another night. So, sharing is caring right?" his roommate smiled sweetly at the brief mention of his girlfriend.

"Oh, oh. I get it," Joshua laughed awkwardly. "Thanks, man."

"So maybe you can take our neighbor for a nice date," he muttered with a cough.

"What?" Joshua choked, eyes widened.

"I know you've been... seeing her. Right?" Seokmin muttered shyly, the tips of his ears glowing brightly red.

"How do you know? Do you even know her?" Joshua asked slowly, not denying anything.

"We've met once. But that's not the point—every time she gets home it's like she whistled and you went running to her," he frowned.

"Did you just compare me to a trained dog, Dk?" Joshua laughed.

"It sounded better in my head. But not only that, I've heard you guys. You're not exactly quiet, and—I mean, how many Joshuas could there be in this city?" Seokmin blinked and looked upward, clearly ashamed of himself.

Joshua scoffed hard. "Sorry about that."

Though he was obviously not sorry.

"Please accept the entrances," Seokmin muttered meekly.

Joshua thought about it for half a minute. "Yeah, okay."

Seokmin exhaled. "I'll send you the link."

"Thanks Dk," Joshua smiled.

"So are you two... dating?" Seokmin asked, a small smile creeping in his face.

"Nope," Joshua replied dryly. "We're just friends."

Seokmin exhaled, leaning back on the sofa. "Wow, okay."

"What?" Joshua frowned.

"It's going to be a little awkward if you're not dating," Seokmin frowned.

Joshua was just about to inquire something back at his roommate when his phone buzzed in his hand.

[16:12 PM] bunny: Can you come over? [16:12 PM] bunny: I'm free now [16:12 PM] bunny: Just let yourself in   [16:12 PM] joshua: omw

He stood from the couch immediately and walked over to the door.

"See?" Seokmin clicked his tongue and sighed. "Just like a whistle."

"Thank you for the tickets, man!" Joshua said quickly as he got out of the apartment.

Joshua opened your apartment door confidently, kicking his shoes off as he closed the door. He already suspected he'd find you in your study, and you were just taking your headphones off and turning in your chair when he walked in.

The room was a great example of the great personality you had: walls covered with bookcases, which housed a lot of your paraphernalia, toys, photos, awards.

It was strange not to see copies of your books with your pen name. Something he meant to inquire about to you later.

"Hi bunny," he muttered warmly.

"Hi there," you stood from your armchair and he was almost taken by surprise when your arms wrapped around his shoulders, dragging him into a needy kiss.

Joshua chuckled in your lips. "Are you horny, princess?"

"Shut up," you sighed, pressing your puffy lips on his again, and again.

Another chuckle was muffled by your mouth, he found it amusing— the times when you were being so needy that you couldn't even talk. You zipped down his hoodie and practically yanked it down his arms.

"Sit," you muttered, Joshua looked at you confused until you pushed him back on the small couch behind him.

Joshua obediently sat on the couch, between your small army of squishmallows which you pushed to the sides as you sat on top of him, straddling him sloppily.

You clashed your mouth with his, kissing him hungrily, your hands grabbing him by his shoulders.

"Shit, baby," he muttered. "Slow down."

"I'm sorry—I just need you so much," you mumbled sheepishly as you leaned down and pressed your wet lips on his.

Joshua groaned, his hands grabbed you by the waist, rendered utterly speechless when your lips reached his neck.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I texted you hours ago," the words escaped his mouth before he could even stop himself and think.

"Was busy," you groaned nervously.

"Baby, slow down," he insisted when your hands slid underneath his white tank top, his skin prickling at the touch of your cold hands.

He grabbed you by the waist firmly, pulling you back without forcing you out of his lap.

"I have something to tell you," he muttered.

Your eyes widened, searching his face anxiously. "What, what's wrong?"

Joshua paused to read your face. "We've been chosen to open for a band this weekend," he could not avoid the smile that crept on his face in pure excitement.

"Oh my god? That's great!" you squealed, almost bouncing on his lap. "When?"

"I'm leaving on Thursday. My flight is scheduled really early in the morning," Joshua replied, his hands anxiously moved to your back.

"Leaving?" your smile faltered slightly. "Oh, I see."

Joshua's eyes were still trained on your features. "What, are you sad I'm leaving?"

"A bit," you said, looking deflated. 

"I'll be back in no time, baby," he muttered with an amused smile. "Or I can take you with me if you want."

You looked startled, and something within him told him he crossed a line.

"Oh, uh. I, uh, 'm not ready and I have so much work to get done before the book release and," you sighed. "Maybe it's best for me to stay? But thank you for offering."

Joshua rolled his eyes. "Baby, I'm joking," he smiled with ease.

You blinked in surprise and slapped his shoulder. "I hate when you do that."

"Do what?" he chuckled.

"When you play jokes on me," you muttered shyly. "I don't know when to believe you."

Well, that makes two of us. His internal voice sulked.

"Sorry, it's fun to see the faces you make," he replied instead.

"Yeah, yeah," you stuck out your tongue to him, which made him smile again. "Well, tell me more about this band you're opening for."

Joshua had his hands still firmly parked on your waist. You looked especially good that day. He didn't know exactly what it was because you were wearing something he's seen on you before, did you get something done on your hair? No, it looks the same.

So what was it?

"It's a huge band, like legendary big," he looked perplexed again. "I don't even know how they picked us. But it turns out that their original openers were canceled for some reason and we were their first choice."

As he spoke, he could notice your eyes wander. To his hair, then to his eyes, you seemed to like his piercings, since you toyed with them absentmindedly as you heard him. He smiled softly when your fingers reached the piercings on the shell of his ear. Like a cat seeing something flashy.

"Apparently if we take a liking to the crowds, we can get picked up for a label and that would also be huge for us," he told you, his eyes trained on your face.

"Oh? That sounds like a good opportunity. Great, actually," you replied, your eyes big in wonder.

"Yeah, it would mean a lot for us. I'm really excited for this," he muttered, your eyes were now in his throat. You did this a lot too, you seemed to like his throat, and he knew why: there was a big hickey below his Adam's apple.

Oh god, the look on his mother's face when she saw it. There was no comment made about it, but there was an obvious dislike about it.

Joshua, in fact, had never let anyone mark his body, even so much as to leave a scratch on him, he didn't allow it. But everyday when he caught a glimpse in the mirror of the lovebites you made on his body, he would remember you.

The hickeys you made in his skin were now fading, they looked like light brownish spots scattered on his neck and chest.

"I'm happy for you, Joshua," you told him with a small smile.

"Yeah, baby?" he purred and he could feel your legs tense up on his lap when he called you that.

"Yeah," you breathed sweetly.

"How happy are you?" he smiled, noticing that you weren't listening anymore.

"So happy," you whispered idly now, leaning forward to capture his lips with your own.

The kiss was brief but soft, your lips were the softer he's ever kissed, and he couldn't get enough of the softness. Joshua released your wrists and your hands instantly slid up his abdomen, a shudder ran down his body when your hands reached his chest and you were taking his tank top off.

"So, so happy," you muttered again dazedly. You landed a few kisses on his lips and then your attention was drawn to his neck, where you started placing open mouthed kisses.

A low laugh resounded in Joshua's chest. "You're not sad I'm leaving?"

"Yes I am," you replied, again, almost in a daze.

"You're sad you won't be fucked this weekend, bunny?" he dared ask, feeling like he was crossing multiple lines.

"What?" you blurted, seemingly snapping you out from your trance. "Joshua!"

He chuckled when he heard your high pitched voice reprimand him. "Answer the question."

"No, Joshua! I will miss you," you replied with a nervous tinge in your voice.

"Why?" he bit his lip.

Lately, he had been crossing the line of being just your fuckbuddy. And he knew that. But something troubled him and every time he tried to press about it, you'd get nervous and brush him off.

"You-you're my friend, you-," you frowned, stopping suddenly and slapped his shoulder harder this time. "Stop playing games, Joshua Hong!"

The tone your voice acquired whenever you chastised him was amusing to him, he even threw his head back a bit as he laughed at your reaction.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop," he said finally. "I'll miss you too, bunny."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah, right."

He didn't get a chance to respond, your lips were on his when he tried to say some quippy response.

He meant it though—although he wasn't sure what exactly he would miss. It was only a weekend.

His fingers found the hem of your t-shirt and yanked it off your body, his train of thought fading to the back of his mind when he realized you weren't wearing a bra.

"Can I mark you again?" you asked eagerly after his hands started cupping your breasts.

"Yeah, go ahead," he replied, not really caring that his skin was healing from the other darkened spots.

You sighed softly in his neck when his fingers toyed with your nipples. "Fuck," you breathed and pressed your hips against his.

"You're swearing more often," he pointed with a smile.

"Sorry," you mumbled back shyly, kissing the spot below his ear.

"Fuck," he tensed up when you sucked his skin on the sensitive area. "Don't worry," he giggled softly.

"Maybe I need to stop hanging out with you," you mumbled jokingly, he could even feel you smiling on the crook of his neck where you landed another love bite.

"Mmm yeah, maybe," he replied aloofly.

"Would you like that, Joshua?" you asked and for a moment he liked that you were asking that question with the same intonation he uses when he asks you things while fucking you.

And to think you almost call him 'baby' too.

"No," he replied shortly. "I wouldn't."

Your lips reached his collarbones and he muttered more cuss words.

"You're so sensitive," you teased against his skin with a tinge of fondness in your tone.

Joshua couldn't make a reply again, feeling like it was self explanatory: his body liked you. Everything you did to him felt a million times better than anything ever did before.

You pressed your core down on his hardening cock and he groaned louder.

"Do you want me to take my pants off?" you asked sheepishly, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Fuck, yes, please," he muttered with a sigh.

You said nothing about him completely forgetting to dom you, instead, you smiled sweetly at him and stood from his lap. Your fingers played with the band of your sweatpants and when you stepped out of them, his mouth parted a little.

Joshua loved how confident you had become. When he first met you and slept with you, your body language was down right timid, which was totally okay to him, he also found it cute. He found it cute to see your fingers would tremble and the stutter was a bit more prominent. But now, you were more playful with him, even flirty sometimes.

"I like that on you, baby," he muttered when all you wore was a pretty lace thong. "Did you wear it for me?"

"Yeah," you replied coyly. 

Joshua swallowed thickly. "Can you show me?"

You silently nodded and slowly turned around to show him. He smiled through a soft sigh when you displayed your nearly naked body to him.

Then, much to his disgrace, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Ignore it," he mumbled. "It's probably Jihoon again."

"What if it's important?" you asked.

"You're right," he replied and fished his phone out of his pocket. "What is it, now?" he growled into his phone when he picked up Jihoon's call.

"Damn, why are you pissy again?" Jihoon said. "I'm calling you to tell you something about the setlist and dynamics because I think we need to rehearse more," he began.

"Can't this wait?" Joshua groaned and threw his head back on the couch.

"This is important," he pressed. "We only have a few days to prepare. Then, who knows what we'll be able to do."

Joshua closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Be quick."

Jihoon started rambling. That was all Joshua could hear, essentially. Just babbling about stage dynamics, setlist order, specific details about lyrics, everything.

Something soft landed on his bare thigh and he opened his eyes to find you rolling his shorts up uncovering his thigh. Then you pressed a knee in the couch beside him and then you sat your pretty, wet pussy on his thigh and your hips started swaying back and forth.

At least you could have some fun through this, he thought.

He felt torn between Jihoon's voice telling him important things about the upcoming weekend's two-night concerts and you riding his thigh. His eyes landed on your forgotten thong lying on the floor and he smiled.

"Are you there? I'm telling you something important," Jihoon reprimanded, getting annoyed.

"I'm here," he replied flatly. His hand slid on your hip to press down on you, indicating that you could go harder on his thigh. Your eyes found him, you looked flustered and hot.

Your eyes widened, your pouty lips and your brow slightly furrowed as you continued riding his thigh.

He moved his hands from your hip and gently teased one of your nipples with his thumb and pointer finger. You bit your lower lip and pressed your pussy harder on the tensed muscles of his strong thigh. 

"Are you paying attention?" Jihoon demanded. "I'm thinking of changing Dawn to be the closing song."

"Mmm, no. I think it's best if we end with a bang, don't you think?" Joshua replied expertly, not caring that he barely heard what his bandmate was saying before that.

"Yeah, you're right. We're playing for a bigger crowd and opening for a heavier band. So maybe we should include more of our old songs, since those are a bit heavier."

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds great," Joshua muttered. His eyes trained on you, a few strands of your hair had stuck on your wet lips and when you exhaled softly, they fell at the side of your face.

"And what about our new songs?"

Your hands were anchored in his shoulders, fingers digging on his skin so hard it hurt him a bit.

But he didn't care, he knew you were close because you started to sway your hips harder and with a certain rhythm, not exactly fast but your mouth was parting the same way it always does when you're almost there.

"What about them?" he replied, trying not to hang up at that minute and help you out.

His thumb started to rub one of your nipples, making your hips stutter in their sway a little and you started twitching on his lap, coming on just grinding against him.

His big eyes lifted to yours, a pleased smile drawing on his face as he watched you come. 

"When should he play them?" Jihoon asked with an obvious tone.

"They should be the first songs of our set," Joshua replied flatly, seeing you come silently on his leg until your hips stopped swaying.

His hand grabbed you by your hip, motioning to move a little and you stilled on his lap, pulling back so that you weren't sitting on his lap.

Then a moan escaped you when he slipped his fingers inside your wet cunt.

"What was that?" his bandmate asked slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Joshua asked back, feigning innocence with mastery.

"I thought I heard—whatever, I'm going crazy," he sighed.

"You and me both, man," Joshua said through a breath, although it was evident to him that they weren't talking about the same thing.

You started riding his fingers and he knew you were enjoying being heard because you started moaning more frequently, small groans fell from your soft lips, your eyes fluttering close when he started palming your clit as you rode two of his fingers.

"So, that would be the setlist. We need to rehearse man, a lot," his bandmate told him reproachfully. "

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, Jihoon," he muttered absentmindedly.

"Now, about the transportation of our things."

Joshua groaned out of frustration and you smiled at him. He looked so cute to you, his pouty lips and furrowed brow. Joshua decided he was going to spice things up a bit, so he introduced a third finger.

"Oh god," you muttered and his palm pressed harder on your clit. "Fuck, that's good."

Jihoon was discussing details about the transportation of their instruments. The tour production of the band they were opening to actually provided them with the sound equipment so he wasn't too worried he had to rent something. So he didn't listen to what his bandmate was saying.

Because you started moaning again, your face telling on your second orgasm. You were determined to make yourself cum again, the movement of your hips changed and you were practically pressing on his hand so hard it started to go numb.

"God, Joshua," you breathed and started moaning, over and over again, cumming loudly on his fingers.

"Is that—are you watching porn?" Jihoon finally asked.

"Nope," Joshua muttered simply.

"Why does that sound like porn?" he sounded scandalized.

"I'll call you later, Jihoon. Bye," Joshua tossed his phone to the side and his free hand pulled you from the nape of your neck to kiss you hungrily as your pussy clenched his fingers hard.

"Having fun, princess?" he asked gruffly on your lips, then he nibbled your lower lip softly with his teeth.

"Mmm yeah," you replied sweetly, smiling playfully at him. "What was your call about?"

"Nothing that important," he said dismissively. "He might've heard you though."

"Oh, god. Really? Did he mention something?" your eyes widened.

"He thought I was watching porn," he smiled amusedly at you.

"God, that's so embarrassing," you replied, biting your lip and then you stood from his lap.

Joshua stuck his soaked fingers on his mouth, licking your slick off of him with a pleased groan. You were standing between his spread legs, so he just grabbed you by your hips to place soft wet kisses on your tummy.

"Can I—can I ride you?" you asked with a tiny voice as your fingers tangled in his dark hair,

"Yes, baby, fuck yes," he groaned and sat back when your hands gently pushed him by the shoulders.

You grabbed the waistband of his shorts and briefs and pulled them down together, undressing him completely.

"Fuck, baby. You're really needy today," he muttered in amazement.

"I was thinking of you today," you explained with a shrug as you sat back on his lap, straddling him on your couch. "Couldn't get you out of my mind."

"Why, what were you thinking of?" he asked, grabbing you by your hips again as your hands found his shoulders again to help yourself not lose your balance.

"I was thinking of doing this," you nodded to his naked body sitting on the couch.

"Mmm so you were fantasizing while writing your book?" he asked as your hand wrapped around his big cock and stroked his shaft. 

"I couldn't even get work done," you nodded with a sigh. "It's driving me crazy."

Your thumb rubbed the precum gathering on the tip and he swallowed thickly as he processed what you just said to him.

You propped yourself on your knees, his hands guiding you down as you held his cock for you to ease yourself down on it.

Joshua groaned, his hands involuntarily clenching on your love handles. You also moaned loudly, shuddering hard on top of him as you bottomed out on his cock.

"So big," you sighed tiredly.

Joshua let out a faint laugh, his hands moving your hips back and forth slightly, urging you to move.

"Okay?" he muttered, his voice already strained.

"Yeah, 'm okay," you nodded, anchoring yourself with your hands on his marked chest.

"Fuck," Joshua swallowed hard and threw his head back slightly, his fingers trying to dig holes into your skin.

You started riding him faster, his hands shifting from your hips to your ass, following your movements as you practically bounced on his cock.  

"Joshua," you whimpered. "Let me kiss you."

That was a bit of a problem for him.

It took him some moments to realize it at first, but when you dipped your head to lock your lips with his own, he moaned. He was just so weak for you, he usually found it so hard to contain himself when he was with you, but when you started landing kisses on him, he just couldn't resist.

You blinked and locked eyes with him, a frown appearing on your face when Joshua pulled his head back with a guttural groan. His hands grabbed your hips and forced them to stop, retracting your wet, throbbing pussy from his cock abruptly.

"Fuck, sorry, fuck. I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, clenching his jaw hard and screwing his eyes close.

"What's wrong?" you asked, reading his face desperately.

"Shh," he shuddered slightly.

You understood what was happening, and when Joshua opened his eyes again, he found you smiling.

"What's wrong?" you asked again when he allowed you to ease back down on his cock.

He licked his lips and shot you a brief look. "Almost came," he muttered shyly.

"From kissing me?!" your voice shot up an octave higher.

He groaned and threw his head back again on the couch and nodded wordlessly.

"Why?" you pried.

Joshua's hands were kneading on your sides, trying to get you to move a little faster, since it seemed that you had forgotten to continue riding him.

"I like it," he replied and his eyes shot you a dark look when you laughed.

"Sorry. I shouldn't laugh, 'm sorry," you tried to regain control of yourself but a big smile spread on your face, you even looked teary eyed for a second.

But Joshua smiled too despite himself. "You find that funny, princess?"

"A bit, yeah. It's cute," you muttered, suppressing a moan when you found a certain angle that you liked, you leaned forward a bit, taking his cock in your walls slowly.

"Cute?" Joshua snorted.

"All this time I thought—I was so dumb," you sighed and smiled at something only you appeared to be knowing of.

"What?" he pressed.

"Nothing," you shook your head and started riding his cock faster, earning a groan from him.

Then your hand sneaked in between you and him and started toying with your clit using your fingers. Joshua's eyes trailed down to where your bodies joined and saw your pretty fingers swirling around your swollen bud.

He might've come from the sight alone. He was biting his lip, watching you bounce on his cock, completely naked, making soft noises with your mouth as you appeared to be reaching your release again.

"Oh, Joshua—I'm close," you mumbled, pushing your forehead against his. Your pussy was clenching harder and you stiffened a moan. "Fuck, so close, Joshua."

"Do you want me to cum with you, baby?" he asked, his fingers teasing your nipples softly.

"Yes, god, yes. Please, Joshua," you whimpered.

"Want me to cum inside too?" his voice was low and strained.

"Yeah, oh god, Joshua. Ah'm there," your hips pressed down on him and your cunt squeezed him hard.

"God, fuck baby," he muttered and his hands grabbed you to help you keep moving on his cock as you went completely languid, succumbing to your third orgasm.

You leaned down and pressed your forehead on the crook of his neck, muffling the sounds of your whimpers and cries of pleasure as you came. Soft wet kisses and nibbles on his skin made him moan and cuss, the tip of your tongue swiped a line on his neck to his earlobe and that tipped him over the edge.

Joshua pushed his hips forward, thrusting his cum deep inside you, riding both your orgasms in a frenzied craze, he screwed his eyes shut while you continued to place lovebites in the crook of his neck, your body almost convulsing against his.

He was breathing hard, feeling like he almost passed out right there on your couch, his cock still inside your walls. What kept him conscious was the fluttering sensation on his chest, your heartbeat banging so fast against his that for a second he thought of asking you if you were feeling it too.

Fuck, he would miss this. Even if it was only a weekend.

"Oh, that was intense," you whispered, still shaking from your high.

You nuzzled tightly against his chest, burying your face on the crook of his neck and Joshua wrapped your body in his arms, holding you tightly as you breathed tiredly on his neck.

"Are you going to tell me now?" Joshua asked, not forgetting what you tried to say.

"All this time I thought you didn't like to kiss me during sex," you confessed and then let out a soft chuckle. "But it turns out you do?"

"What?" Joshua exclaimed. "Why would you think something like that?"

"Because you never kiss me—or let me touch you when we fuck," you shrugged slightly.

"Why did you never ask? It's important that you know these things," he reprimanded, pushing his shoulder forward and you moved your body back, understanding he wanted to be face to face with you.

"I just thought that us being fuckbuddies, kissing during sex would be too affectionate, you know?" you mused coyly.

"That's nonsense," he shook his head.

"It's not to me, Joshua," you muttered, eyeing him abashedly.

"You know you can trust me with these things. I'm not trying to belittle your worries, just—I want you to be comfortable with me," he looked upset, and almost disappointed.

"Well, what was I supposed to think?" you countered.

"Not that I don't like to kiss you," he rolled his eyes with annoyance.

"But you do," you smiled eagerly, reveling at the fact that he liked kissing you during sex so much that he could come from it.

"Of course I do," he laughed faintly.

Joshua looked at you expectantly, but you slowly rose from the couch, and let out a sigh when you saw that you had spilled his cum on the couch, and it also dripped down your legs.

"Oh, I made a mess," you mumbled embarrassedly and seemed to look around for something to clean it up immediately.

"I'll sort this out. Don't worry," Joshua told you and nodded. "Go get cleaned up, baby."

"Right," you frowned, your attention drawing back to the cum dripping down your thighs. "I'll be back."

While you took care of that in the shower, Joshua found paper towels in your kitchen and cleaned the mess on the couch and the few drops he found scattered on the floor.

Then he took the liberty to enter the bathroom while you were showering. Joshua had been there many times before to wash up after having sex with you, so he knew pretty much everything about where to find what he needed.

"Are you going to hop in with me?" you asked, eyeing him with curiosity through the glass door of the shower.

"I was just thinking of cleaning up here but," he shrugged, seeing your soap covered body.

You moved from the stream to let him step under it. Joshua was well aware that you enjoyed seeing him shower, even though he didn't even make a show of it, he usually just stuck to get himself cleaned fast.

But your eyes—oh, they were so telling on what was going on your mind. They wandered and roamed all over his naked wet body and he smiled knowingly.

"Are you hungry, princess?" he asked suddenly, bringing your fascinated eyes back to his own.

"Uh?" your mouth parted cutely.

"As in, food, I mean," he chuckled.

"Oh, oh, yeah," you muttered awkwardly.

"Do you want to order something? Or maybe I can cook something for you, if you want," he shrugged as he rubbed soap on his hands to clean his cock thoroughly, which was getting hard under the eye fucking by you.

"You can cook?" you asked innocently.

"I don't like your tone of surprise," he pointed. "Yes, I'm a decent cook."

"Oh? I'd like to, yeah," you replied while pretending to be washing your skin very consciously for the second time already.

"Okay," he mumbled, throwing his head back to finish rinsing off and stepping out of the stream for you to wash off the bubbles from your neck and breasts. You weren't making a show of it either, but Joshua couldn't help but gape at your body too.

Now, he was not entirely sure you weren't making a show of it, since you had rubbed soap all over your tits, bubbles gathered around your nipples and when the water washed over them, it looked so alluring that a shudder shook him hard.

Joshua chuckled breathily, snapping himself out of his trance and stepped out of the shower, fighting a semi-hard on. He was quick to dry off his body with the towel that you assigned him the very first time he showered in your apartment.

He had grown a fondness to this. Something so simple and ordinary as washing up. You didn't have any particular way of doing it but he found it cute. He liked the mundanity of it all.

"Take whatever you want. You have free rein," you offered as Joshua stood in your kitchen.

"Do you follow a special diet?" he asked, appearing to be focused on his task. "Are you picky about something?"

You told him a brief summary about your food preferences and he listened intently, starting to gather ingredients from your cupboards and fridge.

"Okay, princess," he sighed and started to busy himself in making you a full meal.

"Do you need some help?" you offered meekly, feeling a bit idle in your own kitchen while he got to work.

"Um, I need these chopped. Can you help me sweetheart?" he asked with an aloof tone and nodded to the cutting board.

You instantly melted at the tone he used to address you. "Sure," as you did so, he eyed you curiously. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"Not at all," he assured.

"Okay. That's done. What next?" you handed him the cutting board and he diligently put the chopped veggies on the large pot and covered it, lowering the heat and sighed with satisfaction.

"That's it baby, thank you. Now we wait," Joshua said, setting a timer in his phone before gathering the used cutting boards, knives and such to put them on the sink.

"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll do the dishes," you stammered, grabbing one of his wrists to stop him. "You cooked, I'll wash."

"Sure about that, princess?" he asked. "I can do both, no worries."

"Move aside," you commanded and then batted your eyelashes at him before adding. "Please."

He smiled amusedly. "Okay."

He didn't leave the kitchen, he just stood there while you washed the dishes neatly. You looked over your shoulder at him to find him leaning on the kitchen counter, you turned around to continue washing the dishes, smiling with a blush on your face.

A yelp in surprise came out of you, startled when Joshua's hands clutched your waist over the soft fabric of your silk robe.

"Careful, bunny," he muttered softly when you jolted slightly. "I don't want you cutting yourself on that."

You were just rinsing the knife you used, and moved it to the drying rack. "You startled me," you replied shortly, trying not to show how flustered you already were.

"Sorry about that," he moved a hand from your waist to brush your wet hair from the back of your neck with his fingers, leaving your nape exposed.

He pressed his lips behind your ear, inadvertently getting the scent of your soft skin and wet hair. The scent was sweet, he could almost taste it in his tongue, it left him feeling something akin to a punch in his chest.

"Joshua, I'm in the middle of something right now," you mumbled, but you sounded amused, almost as if you found it funny that he couldn't keep his hands to himself for longer than half an hour.

"So?" he replied in a similar fashion to you.

And to really make his point across, he pressed his body on yours firmly, making you inevitably feel his semi-hard cock lodged in your ass.

"Joshua–"

"Hurry up," he muttered in your ear, teasing you with soft kisses.

He only heard you smile, but was so busy trailing kisses down your shoulder that he didn't get to see it again.

"Okay," your voice was rendered to a whisper. You finished rinsing the last cup and put it neatly on the rack. But then you scooted to the side to wipe something on the counter, clearly dodging his advances to tease him a bit.

When you heard a groan from him you didn't dare look back at him, but you laughed at his evident impatience.

"Calm down. And you say I'm needy," you teased. "Honestly, you should look in the mirror, Shua."

A gasp left your mouth when you were suddenly turned in your feet and pushed back in the kitchen counter that dug into your smaller back.

"You're becoming more confident with the tone you use with me, princess," he cooed with a playful grin on his face, his pierced eyebrow arched a little before he dipped his head to capture your lips with his own.

"I'm sorry," you replied in a whisper, but deep down you were excited to see where this was going.

"You know I don't like liars," he muttered darkly in your lips before swiping a line in your lower lip, making you whimper pathetically in response.

He nibbled your lower lip gently as his hands found the knot tying your robe blindly and tugged at it loose.

"You're so sure about that, Shua. But you seem to like me," you countered, your whole body recoiling in a thrilling shudder at your own audacity.

He stepped back a little, he looked in complete fascination, as if you had slapped him silly for a second before he broke in a throaty chuckle.

"What's gotten into you today, princess?" he asked with an amused look. "You've been so bratty lately. Do you miss being punished?"

"I do," you breathed into his lips, pressing your own against them a couple of times before adding: "And now that you're leaving I'm going to miss it more."

You felt his smirk with your lips, his breath landing lightly on your mouth. He had already parted your robe, making your breath hitch embarrassingly when his hands slid in your naked waist.

"You're trying to make me punish you. You know that doesn't work with me, baby. So why try?" he tilted his head to the side a bit, the smirk never fading from his face.

"Oh, but it does work, Joshua," you whispered, your jaw trembling ever so slightly when one of his hands slid on your back, fingers caressing gently on your skin. "It has worked every time."

Joshua seemed at a loss for words. This was a first for him—being so enthralled by someone that he didn't know what to say. It made him feel challenged, and he liked that a bit too much.

You found the strength to start toying gently with the piercings on his earlobe, knowing it was a weakness for him. His eyelids fluttered briefly and he tried not to smile.

"You were right, Joshua," you muttered with a sigh. "I do feel a little sad that you're not fucking me this weekend. But, think of how bratty I'll get. I don't think I can be that patient for you."

"Careful, princess," he muttered again, but this time, he was deadly serious.

"Are you going to miss my body too, Shua? I can play with my toys all I want, but what are you going to do?" you continued with a honeyed tone, being cautious to avoid his darkened gaze.

One, two, three seconds passed, and as time progressed and your words hung in the air, you knew it would be bad for you. But in reality, Joshua was just racking his brains for something to say, since you almost had punched him with your words.

Then, the timer in his phone reached zero, the alarm went off, distracting his attention and breaking the silence in the kitchen. He turned away from you to get the alarm to stop and turned the stove off.

"Turn around," he muttered as walked back to you.

You bit your lip to avoid him seeing your triumphant smile as you turned your tummy to face the kitchen counter.

"Bend over," his next instruction was cold, devoid from all the warmth and gentleness he used before.

Bent over the kitchen counter, you started to get a fiery anxiousness over what was coming. His hands gently caressed your ass over your panties when he pushed the robe up your back, making you sigh your nervousness away. 

Then you felt his fingers tug on the band of your panties to move them down to your knees.

And, something you weren't expecting happened. Joshua pushed one finger into your core, a whimper fell from your lips and your muscles tightened in response at the sudden intrusion.

"So wet already," he tutted. "I love this about you, baby. Your pretty cunt is always ready for me, even when you know what's coming for you."

He sounded serious, but on the inside, Joshua was far from disappointed. He was deeply awed by you, almost to the point he knew he had to be crazy.

"Joshua," you breathed against the cold surface of the kitchen counter.

"Mmm, yes baby. That's my name," he introduced a second finger in your warm gummy walls and you gasped. "Do you say my name when you play with your toys?"

"You know I do," you replied despite the blazing tingle sensation in your ears and cheeks.

"Are you going to say my name when you get fucked by someone else while I'm gone?" he asked and you knew by his tone he was not playing.

"I'm not fucking anyone else! Just you, Joshua," you replied instantly.

Joshua dragged his fingers out your sopping walls and landed his hand firmly in your ass, the wetness of your arousal in his fingers leaving a tickling feeling over the pulsating soreness in your skin.

You yelped loudly in response, screwing your eyes shut and fingers clenching into fists at your sides.

"That's right, princess," he purred softly. "If anyone gets to fuck you, is me," he rubbed a hand over the sore area.

"Yes, yes!" you squealed mindlessly. "Only you."

You let out a mewling sigh when he ran the pads of his fingers in your folds, caressing softly before slipping his fingers inside your walls again.

He leaned forward, placing a loving kiss on your bare shoulder. "What made you think you could even imply otherwise?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.

Your eyes fluttered shut, holding onto the cold counter to try and control your shaky breaths.

"I asked you a question, princess," he cooed.

"I'm sorry, I-"

Again, he pulled his fingers out of your throbbing walls to land another slap in the same spot he did previously, it made you jolt and groan through clenched teeth.

"Don't," he muttered. "I don't like lies. You know that."

You nodded and then pressed the side of your face on the hard surface of the kitchen counter.

"You wanted this, baby," he cooed, marveling at the sight of your glute starting to redden in the recently hit area.

Joshua continued to tease your cunt with his fingers, then introducing a third one, massaging your walls, pressing on them with his knuckles when he crooked his fingers inside you.

"Oh god," you breathed, your eyelids fluttering when your arousal trickled down your thigh.

"Shit, princess," Joshua muttered in his fascinated trance. "I don't think I'd ever seen you this wet. I suppose that thinking of fucking other cocks while I'm gone gets you this wet, is that it baby?"

"No! I just said that to s-spite you," you stammered quickly and then screwed your eyes shut to brace yourself for another spank.

"Then you're saying that teasing me gets you wet," he laughed faintly when you whimpered at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out of you to land another slap in your ass.

"Fuck," you cussed through clenched teeth.

That one resounded harder than the last, so hard that Joshua believed that your neighbors would hear. Does his roommate hear this every time he's with you doing this?

"Mm?" Joshua pressed, while caressing your sore ass briefly before resume fucking you with his fingers, sighing in satisfaction at the sight of you completely bent, ass red and your cunt displayed for him, soaking wet.

"It does," you mumbled.

"You like to get in my head, is that it?" he wondered aloud, hoping to get a reaction from you. "Do you like to incite me with your bratty behavior?"

"I do, I like all of it," you breathed, then bit down your lower lip.

"Don't bite your lip," he warned. "You're going to hurt yourself."

Joshua raised his hand to land another firm slap in your ass. Both of your glutes were tingling, sore and hot. You groaned in both pain and in pleasure when he introduced his fingers in your throbbing core again. The sight of his wet fingers disappearing in your pulsating walls was fascinating to him. And you, being so completely subdued by his control was even more arousing.

"You're being so good right now, bunny," he praised with his honeyed voice. "I wish you could see yourself."

You only moaned in response, feeling silly to even give a full coherent response. You only were able to angle your ass up for his fingers to reach deeper in your walls, letting out a puffy breath through your wet and chapped lips.

"Oh, my pretty girl. Are you fucked out already? Do you like being fucked with my fingers, sweetheart?" he smiled when he saw you were nearly drooling, your mouth agape and eyelids fluttering shut.

"Uh-huh," you breathed.

"Is this why you misbehave?" he pressed, but even you could hear that he was smiling.

"Yeah," you replied in the same manner.

He chuckled, completely entranced in your fucked out babble, drooling, soaking wet on his fingers, which he pulled out to deliver another spank on your red glute, earning a lewd yelp from you.

"Baby, are you close?" he asked. "I'm barely fucking you with my fingers, do you like being spanked that much?" he asked when your walls started cramping down on his fingers.

"Mmm-mmph," you nodded with your head pressed against the counter. "Feels so good," you replied in a whimper, it was not only the fact that he was teasing you with his fingers, or the pain from the spanking.

You were absolutely drunk on him controlling you, talking to you in that way, acting possessive over you.

He pulled his fingers once again and you lifted your head from the counter when you saw out of the corner of your eye that he had dropped to his knees.

An embarrassingly lewd sound escaped from your gaping mouth when he licked a stripe from the side of your thigh to your wet folds, his hands firmly grabbing you by your sore ass for him to bury his mouth on your cunt.

You cried out his name, not caring that it was the middle of the day, you were in close proximity to the door of your apartment and the walls to the hall outside were very thin.

He hummed in response, reveling at the sound of you calling his name out loud. His hands were kneading at your ass, pushing you on his face as he ravaged your core, giving it broad strokes with his tongue, tasting you, getting drunk on you.

"God, Joshua!" you cried out lewdly.

Just when his tongue started to push in your core, making you moan and tremble in pure bliss, he stood up, yanking his mouth from your throbbing cunt.

You let out a whimpering groan, expressing your disapproval. Joshua you felt genuinely amused, but you didn't see any sign of it, his nose and lips covered in your slick that he wiped away with one hand.

Joshua leaned forward as you lay on the counter and you stilled when his lips pressed wet kisses where your silk robe didn't cover your back, your shoulder and neck.

A pathetic moan spilled from your lips, your body alight from the soft kisses he planted on places no one but him had ever touched before.

"Did you think I'm letting you cum that easy, baby?" he purred, planting a kiss on your shoulder. "You're cumming when I say you can, you know that."

Joshua couldn't ignore the glint of triumph he caught in your eyes. A thing was for certain: you learned his game, you won.

His hand rubbed the area where he had spanked you, it was red and it felt some tingles. He felt you shudder slightly and you dropped your forehead back to the kitchen counter.

"You like being spanked," he cooed softly. "You enjoy being tied too. Maybe I should change my tactics, since you're misbehaving so much lately."

That sparked your interest, you budged a little to sneak a glance his way, the sight of it was so cute that Joshua almost breaks right there and then.

"Should I punish you by giving you the cold shoulder?" he mused softly, introducing his fingers back into your walls and you let out a moan in eagerness. "You seem to like giving me the cold shoulder, maybe I should start doing the same to you."

But it was you that broke first.

"No, please don't," you raised your head to see him. "I'm sorry Joshua, I won't do it again, please."

His fingers came to a stop inside you, pulling them out slowly to then fix your panties back to their place. "On the table, now."

You swallowed thickly, but didn't waste more time and walked over to the table with Joshua closely behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and sat your body down on the cold surface.

Luckily the table was sturdy and it didn't budge when Joshua set your body down brusquely.

"I'm having a hard time believing you. Why do you give me the cold shoulder, bunny?" he asked, his tone silky and taunting. 

But in his eyes you saw another thing, was it frustration? You leaving him aside was something that troubled him deeply, he knew that he couldn't press you too much about it because you always seemed to steer the conversation away from it.

"I can't tell you, Joshua," you whispered and the air was robbed from his lungs when he knew you weren't in the subspace anymore.

"It's okay," he responded and his gaze softened immediately. "If you can't tell me I won't bring it up again."

"Oh, Joshua," you sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"No, don't be," he faltered. "Are you safewording, bunny? We can stop right now."

"Nonono, don't stop," you muttered quickly, bringing a hand to his nape to pull him into a heated kiss.

"Baby-," he pulled away but you shushed him with another kiss.

"Please don't stop," you urged in a broken whisper.

"I'm confused," he admitted.

"Just know that I don't push you away over something you do," you muttered faintly, looking at his eyes but your gaze was shifty. "You don't do anything wrong."

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, feeling his chest contract at his words, why did he feel so unsettled by this?

"I do, I trust you Joshua," you replied immediately.

"And you know you can safeword anytime," he continued.

"Yes, I would've safeworded if something was too much for me," you nodded.

"I'm not doing anything that pushes you away?" you shook your head silently. "Okay, that's all I need to know."

Except that wasn't true. Joshua was still clinging to the question around your sudden disappearances. He was sure it got something to do about the stuff you said about your exes: you didn't stick around.

But he's not your ex, he's not even remotely something close to even having a title in your life. You don't introduce someone to your friends and say 'This is Joshua Hong, my fuckbuddy.' So, why should you treat him as anything more than that?

"Joshua," you called to him, tearing him from his thoughts and cupping his beautiful face in your hands, locking your eyes with his. "I won't push you away again. I promise."

"You don't have to make promises with me," he muttered and instantly regretted it.

Because he wanted this, he wanted you, no messing around, no lies. He wanted your honesty, your secrets, everything.

"But I want to. Let me," you whispered, he could see the honesty in your eyes, but also, a glint of desperation in them.

"Okay," he conceded. "It's a promise, then."

Joshua held in his breath, he was an idiot.

"Joshua, I..." you whispered, your fingers were now fidgeting with the hair on his nape, as if that was meant to soothe you, not him. "Give me time, and I'll tell you when I'm ready."

"Baby, you're allowed to keep your secrets," he emphasized. "I just don't like to feel like it's my fault that you disappear."

"It's not," you said and seemed to relax, the tension around your shoulders eased.

"Then I have nothing more to worry about," his fingers grazed your chin fondly. "Okay?"

You nodded, offering him a sweet smile that twisted his guts. "Okay."

"You scared me, baby. Don't do that again," he reprimanded softly with a sigh, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I'm sorry," you muttered. "I know, I'm so, so sorry. I panicked. I ruined the moment."

"Don't worry. Your comfort comes first," he said softly. "It's a good thing that you stopped me, but just try to remember to safeword. Even for things like this."

"I will. Thank you," you whispered.

"Are you sure you're okay, baby?" he whispered. "We don't have to keep going. We can skip to aftercare, it's alright."

"But I want to keep going," you muttered back in a tiny voice. "Do you still want me?"

Joshua still felt confused, but one thing yanked his mind from the lingering question: you being so restless, so utterly vulnerable and exposed to him made his heart wrench.

He wanted you in ways that he couldn't explain.

"I always do," he replied before kissing you.

His hand found the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling on your hair to kiss you hungrily.

The atmosphere between you had changed and Joshua felt it, he didn't have to ask you if you felt it too this time.

What Joshua didn't know is that your heart was beating like crazy. So completely lovesick because you were becoming more and more transparent with your feelings and at the same time, you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him you're in love with him.

Instead, your hands were zipping down his hoodie again, sliding it down from his shoulders. This time Joshua forgo his tank top, so he just shrugged out of his hoodie, and you helped him step out of his shorts.

You grabbed his hard cock with one hand and he sighed softly in your lips, shyly giving it a few pumps with your hand. Darting a look up to find his big doe eyes trained on your face, making your stomach jolt in nervousness.

"What?" you breathed.

"Lie back, princess," he muttered, blinking lazily at you with a smile on his face.

The curtains in your apartment were wide open, letting the warm light from the sunset pour inside and reach the round table where you were lying down, still wearing your robe and panties. The splits of the robe parted and exposed your naked chest for him.  

Joshua could've sworn he never laid eyes on someone so beautiful. Removing the fact that you were nearly naked, he still thought you were so pretty; your puffy soft lips, your wide eyes looking fondly at him.

He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs again and put them aside somewhere.

"Joshua?" you called in a small voice.

"Mm?"

"Can we—can we skip foreplay?" you breathed. "I really need you right now."

Joshua complied wordlessly, being that he also ached to do just that. Grabbing your legs to hoist them up his shoulders, he aligned his cock with your core, he sent you a look before he sheathed himself in your walls to his hilt.

He let out a puffy breath in pure delight as soon as his cock was surrounded by your walls.

"God, Joshua," you sighed.

He would never get tired of this, hearing you call his name.

He started moving, dragging his cock back to push it right in, picking up a pace instantly. He was hitting you so hard and deep that the sounds of skin slapping against skin, paired with the soft moans you made and Joshua's own groans flooded the room.

Joshua looked down where your bodies joined, a low guttural moan bubbled in his throat when he saw his cock disappearing on your pretty swollen cunt.

"Mmfuck. You feel so good baby," he muttered in a fucked out slurry tone, his eyes trailing back to yours. "So tight and warm."

"All for you, Joshua," your reply reverted him back to the thing he always says to you and that made him smile broadly at you.

"Just for me," he breathed, the air leaving his lungs once again but now knowing that your eyes were looking adoringly up at him. "Why is that?"

"Because 'm yours," you mumbled with a small smile that let out a moan.

"All mine. That's right, baby," he breathed, pushing in and out of you in steady pace, barely holding onto the fragile threads of reality.

Joshua has never felt something so otherworldly. He thought he might be going insane for a split second. The warm light pouring from the windows bathed what your robe didn't cover, your bare skin exposed to him, your adoring eyes looking at him.

Then, he suddenly leaned down, motioning for you to hook your legs around him, as you did, his arms wrapped around your body to hoist you hip, so now that the only part of your body pressed to the table was your ass.

You cried out in both pleasure and from the unexpected motion as he continued ramming his cock in and out of your cramping walls, hitting so deep in a spot that felt just so good you inevitably started moaning lewdly.

You instinctively hid your face on the crook of his neck, nibbling at his soft and marked skin. You placed open mouthed kisses on the spot below his ear, making him plunge deeper in you.

"God, ahh—baby," he called with a hoarse voice. "Fuck–I'm close. Are you close too?"

"No, 'm not there yet, Joshua," you mumbled breathlessly, pulling your head back to see his furrowed brow.

"You want me to cum inside, sweetheart?" he purred with a lazy sigh.

You nodded, and he enjoyed the frenzied look on your face because he knew you went wild when he talked to you in that way.

"Do you want me to keep fucking you until we come again and again?"

He smiled at you when you shuddered visibly. You nodded and gulped hard. "Yes—god, yes! Please, Joshua."

"Gonna fill your pretty cunt to the brim. You're gonna take it all, right baby?" he continued, enjoying the frenzied look in your eye when he talked pure filth to you.

"Yes, yes, yes," you nodded frantically. "I want everything, Joshua."

You cupped his face with your hands and pulled him into a hungry, passionate kiss. He groaned helplessly in your mouth, feeling like you were playing dirty with him, because he couldn't hold out anymore.

He pushed his hips against yours lazily, his hands cupping your ass to push your body impossibly close to his own as ropes of cum spilled inside your pulsating walls.

But he continued fucking you aimlessly, your body now clinging to his. One of his large hands grabbed you by the back of your head to kiss you harder, swallowing your moans of pleasure as you came with him.

"Joshua," you breathed in his mouth. "Oh, god–fuck. Joshua!"

"I know, I know," he replied lazily. "You're taking it so well, baby."

Then you did something he wasn't expecting. You moved your arms from his shoulders and propped yourself on the table, splaying your legs wide for him.

A low moan bubbled in his chest, his glazed eyes at your body splayed on the table for him, making him follow you by leaning towards you and lowering his hands flatly on the table too.

His gaze fell again where your bodies joined and groaned loudly, clenching his jaw as he felt his cock getting harder at the sight of your cunt sopping wet with his cum. The base of his cock dripped with a  ring of your cream around it.

"Umffuck, fuck baby," he groaned mindlessly. "You look so good like this."

It was at this moment that you knew why he liked watching you come. You always thought he looked insanely hot when fucking you, but this time something was different. He looked as if he was trapped in a trance—his gaze was out of focus, lust lidded eyes, leaning his head back while pushing his cock in and out, biting his lip and moaning out incoherencies.

He was ruined, so ruined.

"All yours," you responded in the same craze as his. "I'm yours, yours, Joshua."

He moaned gutturally and nodded with his head, his thrusts had long ceased to be controlled and calculated, as he was growing tired but drowning deep in you.

"Baby," he called. "Kiss me."

You pushed your body with your arms and reached out to him, wrapping one arm around him to capture his sweet lips with your own, a hand pushing him by the back of his head to pull his head as humanely close to you.

"Mine," he breathed in your lips.

You nodded and pressed your lips against his softly.

"Give me one more. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" he asked in a broken mutter.

Joshua smiled sweetly at you just nodding your head, completely unable to utter a word.

"You're being so good for me," he grunted, pushing lazily in your walls. "Fuck, so perfect. You're gonna give me one more? Cum for me again, baby."

You groaned loudly and nodded frantically. "Yeah," you mewled.

"Rub your clit. I'll cum with you," he muttered and smiled again when you complied with zero hesitation.

But you brought the hand that was on his nape to his lips and he understood immediately, and took the pads of your fingers inside his mouth to coat them with his drool along with a groan.

Then you gently pressed the now wet fingertips on your clit and started flicking swiftly, you knew it was game over for you again.

You threw your head back a bit, jaw going slack as Joshua continued fucking you open on your table, grunting and cussing over and over again as your walls started cramping erratically around his cock again.

"Uum fuck-k," you gasped, your muscles contracting erratically. "Joshua, god–Joshua!" you cried out harder. "I'm cumming, I'm–gaah!"

Joshua moaned in response, but continued ramming his cock inside and out, not wanting to tear his eyes off you, writhing on your table, crying out his name for the whole building to hear.

It didn't take much for you to drag him over the edge again, it was just so irresistible, and it felt so good to be in there with you; both so drunk on each other.

"That's it, baby. Take it all," he whispered, completely lost in you, so much that he couldn't believe that he was already cumming for the third time that day. 

Joshua blinked lazily as he pushed his hips sloppily, dumping his load inside your walls with a blissful groan and faint babbles about how good you were for him, calling you his over and over again.

You were breathing hard, rendered speechless, your arm supporting your body was shaking slightly as you stopped writhing from your high.

"Joshua," you whimpered, signaling for him to stop.

"Too much, sweetheart?" he cooed, reading your face with his eyes.

You nodded wordlessly and he complied immediately, his hips coming to a stop, his chest heaving and completely covered in hickeys and sweat.

"Hungry now?" he smiled weakly.

"Mmyeah," you mumbled clumsily.

"Let's go wash and then we eat," he nodded back to the bathroom.

"Get out of me first," you smiled playfully at him.

He sighed a smile, his eyes glinting with something you couldn't place. He reached out beside you on the table and motioned you to lie back again.

Then you noticed he had reached out for our panties he discarded on the table and hooked them on your ankles, sliding them up your legs and you lifted your hips for him to fit them properly.

"Thanks," you muttered happily.

"D'you still have questions for me, sweetheart?" he asked out of the blue, his hands beside you hovering over your body on your table.

You blinked a bit surprised. "Yeah," a frown appeared on your face. "Why?"

"How about," he booped your nose with his finger, "we eat, and we go somewhere you can ask away all you want."

"Why, I can ask you right now," you shrugged slightly, the small smile remaining on your face.

"I'm jus' saying since we can't be around each other for two minutes without having sex," he chuckled breathily.

You giggled sweetly and his heart clenched again. "Alright, mister. It's a plan."

Then you booped his nose and he smiled.

Joshua was actually a really good cook, not 'decent' as he said. However you didn't eat on the table, you both sat on your couch and ate to your heart's content.

The tv was on, but none of you were watching. You sat with your legs extended on the side and Joshua sat on the sofa beside you.

Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with the lightest smile on his face. You would laugh and roll your eyes at him, trying to play hard at his suggestive looks.

Maybe it was the fact that you were both half naked in your living room.

"What?" you finally managed to ask after he looked at you for the third time. Or when you caught him looking for the third time.

"I think I'd never seen you eat a full meal 'till now," he replied, eyes on his bowl, scratching with his chopsticks at nothing.

"Yeah, I'd never seen you eat either," you nodded with a small frown.

"You're cute," he muttered shyly. "You pout when you chew on your food."

You giggled. "No, I don't. Now you're just inventing stuff," you joked, but you couldn't ignore the fluttering in your stomach.

He rolled his eyes. "Right. Forget what I said. You actually look like a monster that's been starved for decades."

"That's more like it," you smiled at him.

"I'm never giving you a compliment again," he smiled, leaving his bowl on the side. "Want more, sweetheart?"

"I'm full," you left your bowl on the coffee table as well. "Thank you, Joshua."

"Don't thank me," he replied, leaning back on the sofa.

His legs were spread, a hand resting on his thigh and the other propping his head.

You swallowed hard and looked away. But he noticed, he stood up and squeezed his body on the couch lifting your body to place you on top of him.

He was smiling knowingly. "You're insatiable, princess. Did you know that?"

"What are you going to do about it?" you asked coyly.

"How about we just make out?" he laughed in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you breathed.

Joshua chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you deeply, smiling between your lips.

Joshua Hong, you idiot.

When his roommate gave him the tickets for the Aquarium night event, he failed to mention that it was an event intended for couples mainly. So the look on his face might have given him away immediately when he led you inside.

"You know, if you wanted to go out on a date with me, at least give me the courtesy of letting me know beforehand. I could've dressed better," you smiled impishly as you looked around the entrance of the place where the first thing you saw was a heart shaped sign that said: 'love is in the water.'

"I didn't know it was for couples," he admitted.

You gave him a look, and his heart sank. Why couldn't he just say that this was an actual date?

Maybe because this was not his style.

If it were up to him, he would have taken you somewhere else, and perhaps under different circumstances, he would have told you beforehand that he intended to go out with you seriously instead of dragging you on an impromptu date.

"We can leave," he put in quickly.

"No, it's okay. I don't want to leave," you reassured him. "I like aquariums."

"You do?" he pushed his eyebrows up.

"Yeah!" you smiled, pushing the door and holding it open for him.

He was dumbfounded still by the mess he brought you to.

"What else do you like?" he asked, walking beside you through a corridor that looked more like a glass tunnel crossing through water, fish darting away above, the soft light illuminating the path you walked together painted a soft blue glow on your skin.

"I'm asking the questions tonight, sir," you arched an eyebrow playfully.

"True, sorry," he returned the smile. "What do you want to know?"

"I know your birthday, your favorite color, I know that you go out with your mom on Sundays... Do you have siblings?"

"Only child," he muttered simply. "It's just me and my mom."

"Oh," you frowned cutely.

"It's fine, don't worry," he shrugged.

"O-okay," you nodded. "Is guitar the only instrument you play?"

"So you do have a list of questions, huh?" he asked jokingly. "I play the piano too."

"You know I do have a list," you quipped with a grin. "Will you show me one day?"

He smiled sweetly. "Sure."

You returned the smile before standing in front of large tanks showing pink jellyfish. You cooed cutely, looking mesmerized at the exhibit.

Something irked him. His hand itched to grab yours, to lace your fingers with his and stroll with you hand in hand. He wanted to show you off to the world, as though you were his entirely.

But instead of that, he just took out his phone and snapped a photo of you deep in your trance watching the jellyfishes floating in the water tank. You never noticed he did, but that was his plan all along.

"I always wanted to ask," you eyed him shyly, walking to the next tunnel, through the reefs and fishes swimming away. "Were you taught to tie rope?"

Joshua snickered. "Why do you want to know?"

You smiled through your blush. "I just can't imagine you learning from a tutorial on youtube."

"What's wrong about that?" he laughed. "I did learn some things on the internet. But before that, someone taught me."

Your eyes sparked with interest, turning away from the colorful schools of fish darting gracefully between swaying seaweed to face him. "And who–who was that?" you stammered a little. 

"An ex," he put it simply.

"Girlfriend?" you mused, trying to sound uninterested.

But Joshua noticed, his eyes fixed on your face as he nodded. "Former dom. Long time ago, bunny."

Your eyes widened, your mouth even dropped in the tiniest 'o'. "You used to have a dom?" you whispered, but couldn't hide your disbelief.

"For a while," he replied simply, not caring much about sharing his past with you, he wanted you to know all about him, so he felt like he could be more open.

"Did you like being a sub?" you asked nervously.

"It was alright. Fun, short-lived," Joshua shrugged.

"Why did you change?" you pried.

"I prefer having control," he sighed with a gentle smile.

"Mm yeah, that I do know," you smirked, looking up to the water ceiling, your eyes following each fish that swam by. "Would you let me dom you?"

Joshua's laugh reverberated across the tunnel, he even threw his head back a little.

"Don't laugh!" you mumbled sheepishly. "I'm serious."

"Sorry. I know you're serious," he replied, bringing a hand to your back as he walked beside you. "You just took me off guard."

"Why, you don't think I can do it?" you pressed, although you felt like it was quite obvious.

He ran a hand through his black hair, pushing it back. "Honestly? I don't know. But if it's something you want to try, we can do it some time. I can teach you a few things."

"Is there anything you want to try with me?" you mused, glancing up at his big doe eyes and the water ceiling on top of him.

"Mmm, dunno. I think I might be down for anything you want, honestly," he confessed, then paused. "Is there anything you want to try, bunny?"

"Mmm," you hummed and Joshua smiled when he noticed you've been echoing him a lot lately. "There's a lot I haven't experienced. Car sex, mirror sex, butt stuff," you laughed then looked down meekly before adding: "Threesomes."

"Do you want to have a threesome?" he asked, looking around to make sure no one heard his voice over the soft music playing through the speakers.

You shrugged. "I mean, only if you want, obviously," you gave him an abashed look.

"Huh," he smiled broadly. "I don't know how I feel about that," he admitted through his smile.

"If you don't want to, it's fine. It's just something I thought might be hot, y'know, being... shared," you stuttered quickly, scratching the back of your head awkwardly.

"I think it will take me a while to be ready to share you with someone else, honestly," he mumbled shamefully, standing before a large exhibit, where the vibrant hues of exotic fish shimmer under the gentle illumination.

It looked something like watching a meteor shower, Joshua thought. The fish were darting in all directions, glittering in the dark ocean depths, and he almost fell into another trance, seeing you enveloped in a silvery aura in the dim lights.    

"That's fine," you smiled nervously. "We can try other things."

"Maybe in some other time we can try," he conceded.

"Never done it before?" you asked, your cute eyes reading his face.

He rolled his eyes with an uneasy smile. "I've done it before, princess. A few times."

"Then why...?" you frowned slightly.

You didn't get to finish your question, instead you shook your head and turned to face the underwater life, letting yourself be drawn by the next exhibit. Joshua gravitated naturally around you so he followed closely.

"Maybe we can try it when I don't feel as... you know, possessive," he mentioned offhandedly, looking away from you to the ceiling.

"Joshua, it's okay," he heard you smile and his eyes trailed back at your face. "We don't have to do it now. I don't think I'd be able to try it with anyone else that isn't you."

That sent a strange fuzzy feeling down his body.

"Yeah? Why is that?" he mused.

"I dunno," you mumbled sheepishly, avoiding his gaze while you twiddled your fingers around the necklace you wore. "I feel safe with you, Joshua. You don't mock me for my inexperience, or make me feel bad in any way when you teach me things. And I trust you would take care of me in anything we try together."

There was no one around inside the small exhibit, in fact, the large glass wall showed nothing but water, since the lonely beluga had already swam out of sight a couple of minutes ago.

"That's the only thing I care about," he replied, the feeling coiling in his throat had robbed his voice. "Your trust in me."

You raised your eyes back at him, there was a glint of emotion in them Joshua couldn't quite place. You gaped slightly, as if wanting to say something but fell short of courage.

But then your eyes trailed down to his lips, then back at his eyes and he understood what you meant. He knew you were shy about a lot of things, not just things revolving around the physical, so he decided to initiate.

"C'mere," he muttered, wrapping one arm across the small of your back, pulling you close to him as the other hand cupped your chin.

Joshua slowly captured your lips with his own, feeling his heart melt under the softness of your skin, the taste of your sweet breath as you sighed in his mouth. 

Joshua Hong, you idiot, his internal voice reprimanded again.

He should've known why he was feeling this uneasy.

He should've known the minute he saw you standing outside his door for the first time. Then, he would've gotten the opportunity to make things right with you—to ask you for a date, to get to know you better, to win your heart over.

But no, he let his hedonistic ways get in the way first. Now, will he get the opportunity to make things right with you?

"Joshua," you breathed. "I–"

"You don't have to say anything. Please," he interrupted, afraid you were about to pull back, to tell him something witty that drives the moment away from him.

But you tangled your fingers in his tousled black hair, stopped at the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, teeth clashing and breath hitching, both of you desperate to tell each other without words what you couldn't yet say to each other.

"I really, really like when it rains," he murmured against your lips. "In fact, whenever it rains I go for a walk. Same with snow. I used to be a choir boy and used to stay up all night reading the Percy Jackson books."

You began to laugh heartily into his mouth, his hand was cupping the side of your face, as he pressed feathery kisses to your lips in between choppy phrases spoken frantically.

"I like pastries and ice cream," he laughed a little at himself, but held you firmly to his body, as if for support. "I like to play slow music when I feel stressed. I like midnight walks when I feel lost."

His fingers clenched lightly around your hair, his face scrunching up to fight the uneasiness of sharing stuff about him with you.

"I also like to drive. Whenever I need to think I drive somewhere. I think that's why I related to you that night we first talked on the rooftop," he murmured hastily, as if trying to get the words out before he couldn't contain himself. "You have your rooftop, I drive my car."

You smiled against his lips, feebly trying not to cry from the flood of feelings that overwhelmed you.

"I..." he faltered for a second. "I really like sleeping next to you. I like doing normal stuff with you, not just sex—cooking, doing the dishes, grocery runs, all of it. I really like doing the laundry, we can do that together someday, would you like that?"

"I'd love that, Joshua," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

"Yeah? I also want you to go to more of my concerts, I liked seeing you singing in the crowd," he muttered with a strangled sigh.

"Just tell me when and I'll be there," you replied, completely enthralled by him.

"I don't know right now, just—I... want to be there when you publish your book," he mumbled, swallowing hard.

Joshua didn't let you give him a reply, he kissed you again, afraid of his own emotions, afraid of what you would say. He felt vulnerable and he didn't like it.

But you saw that. You could see it in the way he struggled to get the words out. And you understood that so well, better than anyone.

So you followed the kiss, feeling elated, almost to the point that your knees threatened to give out, but his arm held you tightly close to his own body.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked both gruffly and dazedly. "I think there's a live jazz band or something."

"We're a little late for dinner, I think. And we've been listening to the band all along," you told him with a faint chuckle.

"Really?" he responded aloofly. "Then, in that case, can I take you home? Or do you still want to look around?"

"You can take me home," you replied, caressing his cheek with a thumb.

"Sleep together?" he mused with a small grin that didn't fully show his teeth.

"I'd love that," you replied, melting at seeing his smile, turning his eyes into crescent moons.

"Okay," he whispered, letting himself be overtaken by the unrested feeling in his chest. "Let's go then."

And true to his word, the tension in Joshua's features had relaxed, and he almost looked excited when you got back to your apartment. He quickly went to him to grab a change of clothes and his toothbrush.

"Hey, you're back," Seokmin welcomed him as Joshua pushed to his apartment's door. "How did it go?"

Joshua came back from his bedroom with his arms full of clothes and a hand grabbing his toothbrush.

"I suppose it went well?" Seokmin let out a low chuckle as Joshua nodded and walked to the door. "Just try to be quiet tonight? I really do need a peaceful night's sleep."

"Sure thing," Joshua muttered, totally not listening.

When he came back to your apartment, you seemed to be tidying up your bedroom a bit. It didn't need tidying but it was a fixation of yours, since you were trying to hide your nervousness away.

"Hey," you muttered. "That was fast."

"I just needed a few things," he shrugged, but in fact, he didn't want to waste a second with you. "Besides, it takes like thirty seconds to get to my room from your apartment."

"Oh, that reminds me!" you almost jumped from where you stood in your bedroom and hurried to your little studio and came back with a naked manuscript, handing it out to him with a smile. "Here."

"Is this what I think it is?" Joshua took the very heavy pile of white sheets all neatly bound with stitches. "Did you bind it yourself?"

"I did. How did you know?" you asked bewildered.

"Just a guess," he smiled softly, wrapping a hand on the sewn binding and tuning the first blank page to find the working title of your book.

He turned the second page, where he found a handwritten note in your hand that read:

dedication: to...

"Is this annotated too?" his widened eyes turned to yours and you nodded eagerly. "This is so cool," he sighed.

But not only that, as he turned the next page, he also found small doodles on the corners, next to side annotations.

"I'll give you a full review when I'm back," he smirked.

"You will? I'd love that Joshua," you cooed softly, and he finally tore his eyes from your manuscript, left it aside on the nightstand and wrapped an arm around you.

"Of course I will, baby," he pressed his lips on the tip of your nose.

When it was time to go to bed, it felt like another world to be so comfortable and normal with each other. It almost turned his stomach when he couldn't help but feel a crushing affection for you.

He brushed his teeth at the same time you did, pushed each other to use the sink, and laughed together. When it was time to put on pyjamas, he simply undressed, keeping only his briefs on, and smiled at your bunny pyjamas.

You yanked the covers of your bed open and climbed on one side of the bed, looking at him expectantly. Joshua took the space beside you, slipping an arm beneath your body to drag you close to his chest, hugging you snuggly. 

You caressed his bare chest with one hand, over the red hickeys and the older brown ones and smiled softly. Your hand trailed up to the side of his face and craned your neck to reach his lips with your own.

He breathed out in both pleasure and bliss to kiss you so tenderly, both so tired to even go past kisses but wanting to.

"G'night Joshua," you whispered in his lips, pressing one final one before snuggling your face against his chest.

"Good night, bunny," he muttered, kissing the crown of your head before closing his eyes himself. 

In the morning, you woke up first to find him sleeping beside you. Your stomach twisting nervously as soon as you laid eyes on his relaxed features.

He was lying face up, so you had enough space to rest the side of your head on his chest, which he felt and lazily threw an arm around you, his fingers reaching for your head to tangle in your hair.

"You talked a lot last night, sweetheart," he muttered with a light laugh.

"Oh, god," you sighed. "'m sorry."

"Don't worry. It was fun," he responded with ease. 

"What did I say this time?" you darted a look to his face, his eyes were close and seemed to be half asleep still.

"I couldn't get anything this time. Well, just one word," he laughed and that seemed to shake him awake.

"Which was...?"

"Jellyfishes," he muttered and giggled softly.

"Pfft," you huffed with a smile. "Oh, god. Really?"

"Mmm-huh," he hummed softly, his sweet voice reverberating in his chiseled chest.

"Sorry, Josh," you mumbled.

"I like it, bunny," he muttered lazily.

Truth be told he almost took his phone and recorded you talking in your sleep. But he refrained since it was just a crazed desire that might be misunderstood deeply.

"M'kay," you hummed.

"I have rehearsals in a couple of hours," he mentioned with reluctance. "But I want to see you before I leave tomorrow, is that okay?"

You lifted your head to see his face, he blinked lazily at you, his face relaxed and when his eyes locked on yours, he smiled slightly.

"Yeah, of course it is okay," you replied. "You don't have to ask that."

"Mmm," he hummed thoughtfully but then, he asked. "Do you like French toast?"

Joshua cooked breakfast humming a joyful tune and you helped in what you could against his protests. But he couldn't help but feel elated at you being beside him, helping him cook breakfast.

When it was time for him to go, he leaned back on your door, before opening it so you could cup his face with your hands and kiss him tenderly. He didn't want to go, he wanted to spend all day in bed with you, making out with you, fucking you silly and then taking care of you.

"I'll call you when I'm free, okay?" he muttered in your lips, his heart going crazy when you swiped a line on his lower lip with the tip of your tongue.

"Okay," you replied, pressing more kisses on his lips, making him giggle.

"If you're going to be like this every time I go away, I think I'm just going to go away more often," he joked.

"Shuddup, Joshua," you whined, slapping his shoulder playfully.

"Alright, alright," he giggled sweetly.

"See you in a bit, then?" you asked in a high pitched tone, which he made note of.

"Yeah. See you in a bit, baby," he returned the smile to you, before grazing your cheek with his knuckles to then lean down to kiss you goodbye and turned to leave.

"Joshuji, you haven't been sleeping well?"

Joshua looked over at Jeonghan, who was ravishing a plate of fried rice with a focused expression in his face.

"Why you ask?" he frowned, the question came out of nowhere, since they had been chatting over seemingly nothing important a minute ago.

"Your eyes look swollen," his best friend replied, rubbing the air in front of his own eyes. "Have you been crying?"

"What. No, Han," he shook his head. "I just had a long night, that's all."

"Mmm," he hummed and nodded his head, his fluffy dark hair dangling in his forehead.

Joshua wasn't lying. He really did have a long night. Not by choice, though, he just felt really restless. With upcoming concerts, rehearsals and pending conversations with you, he couldn't find peace in his thoughts.

Rehearsal was totally botched by his inability to focus, because no matter what he did, his thoughts would revert back to you.

[18:21 PM] bunny: I'm still in the middle of this book interview, I'll let you know as soon as it's over. 😊

Jeonghan's eyes narrowed when the phone buzzed on the table and Joshua practically jerked awake from his daydream and his hand flew to look at his screen.

"Who's that?" his best friend inquired.

"No one," Joshua muttered quickly.

He had asked you an hour ago if you were free for him to go see you. And as always, you were in the middle of something. You did tell him in passing that you had a live stream with a popular pair of content creators that invited you to talk about your upcoming book.

[18:21 PM] bunny: Maybe by 8 pm. Is that okay with you?  [18:21 PM] bunny: I don't know yet. They were wrapping up half an hour ago but still going 🫥 [18:21 PM] bunny: They're not even asking me things anymore. They're talking to each other  [18:21 PM] bunny: I think it's good that I don't have to show my face 'cause the don't see me texting you

Joshua smiled, but his joy was cut short when Jeonghan's head blocked Joshua's line of view, taking a peek at the phone in his hands.

"Stop it, Han," he muttered, pushing the smaller man out of the way.

"Oh, you have a girlfriend!" Jeonghan cooed, then stopped and his shoulders went slack. "Wait, you have a girlfriend? Since when? And how did that happen?"

"I don't have a girlfriend," he replied tiredly. "Mind your business."

Jeonghan chuckled. "Oooh, I see," he muttered and resumed eating his food.

But his best friend said nothing else. And that might have sent Joshua on a spiral.

"What?" he muttered reluctantly.

"Nothing, nothing," Jeonghan responded, looking at his food.

"Tell me," he pushed.

"Is this what's got you in a bad mood?" Jeonghan's lithe fingers pushed the empty plate on the table.

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Impatient. Barely touching your food, barely talking."

That much was true, as well. His plate was still half full, and he was not a man to leave food on his plate, but he simply did not have the appetite to keep eating.

"It's just—I'm sorry, Han," Joshua muttered and sighed heavily. "I can't think straight. You're right, I didn't sleep last night."

Jeonghan breathed a low chuckle. "Ah, I'm always right, Shuji," he joked but faltered when Joshua sent him a dark stare. "You wanna talk about it?"

Joshua dropped his chopsticks and pressed his elbows on the table. "No. I don't know—I haven't told anyone about this."

Jeonghan dropped his playful act upon seeing the torn expression on Joshua's face.

"What's wrong?" Jeonghan's serene brown eyes studied Joshua briefly. "Something bad happened?"

"No, not at all," he shook his head briefly. "I don't know."

Joshua sighed and called for the bill.

"You're not gonna tell me?" Jeonghan asked in bewilderment.

"No. Fuck, I don't know. I can't focus," Joshua's transfixed eyes landed on the table before him.

"Pfft," Jeonghan leaned back on the chair. "I'm exhausted of being everyone's therapist. No wait, scratch that, I hate that I have to fucking wait until you explode and have no one else to run to but me."

Joshua met his eye for the first time. "Oh, you're for sure not talking about me," he chuckled darkly. "Fine, I'll tell you but you're going to shut your mouth until I'm done talking."

Jeonghan followed Joshua out of the restaurant after they had paid the bill.

"I'm listening," he pressed.

"I'm... seeing someone," Joshua muttered, and felt every cell in his body protest against continuing. "God, this is insane."

He stopped abruptly on the sidewalk, making Jeonghan bump shoulders with him.

"I need a drink," he blurted, running a hand over his black hair.

Jeonghan looked wearily at his friend. "Let's go to mine. It's closest," he nodded towards the end of the street.

Jeonghan handed him a short glass with whisky on the rocks.

"Thanks, man," Joshua muttered, frowning a little over his best friend's hospitality.

"Don't mention it," Jeonghan said, popping a can of beer.

Joshua took a large gulp of whisky and slid the empty glass on the coffee table. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees.

"I don't know how else to say it," Joshua muttered, still wearing an empty expression on his face.

"Just say it," Jeonghan shrugged. "How bad can it be?"

"I'm fucking my next door neighbour," he blurted, cringing internally at every word, scrunching up his face.

The ice-cubes in Joshua's now emptied whisky glass shifted and for a whole minute that was the only thing he heard after muttering those words.

Joshua's big doe eyes lifted from the emptiness and found an expressionless Jeonghan.

"That's not bad," he said finally with a shrug. "Is she married or... why are you so pent up about it?"

"No, she's single. She's... driving me insane," he dropped his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes harshly.

"Why? I don't get it," he heard his best friend ask.

"It started two months ago. And I didn't think it would lead anywhere, I really thought she would just get tired of me and–," he sighed and brushed his hand over the air as if trying to push you out of his mind.

"I'm getting the bottle, hold on," Jeonghan said, rising from his sofa.

Jeonghan brought the whole bottle to the fancy coffee table he had in the middle of his living room. The apartment was obnoxiously large and every piece of furniture looked carefully selected. Like the coffee table in front of Joshua's knees.

"Thanks," Joshua said as he downed his second glass of whisky.

Joshua was particularly resilient when it came to drinking. So he wasn't worried about getting drunk. He could keep going all night if he wanted to.

But no, he made a promise to go see you first.

Joshua let out a sharp breath when the whisky warmed his throat.

"At first it was just casual sex, just fun. But it's becoming more serious lately and I don't know how to stop," he blurted the last words with a clenched jaw.

Jeonghan waited, perhaps because he didn't know what to say or because he saw that his friend was still gathering his thoughts.

"I don't know what to do," he concluded in a faint murmur, running the tip of his finger over the rim of his glass.

And like a work of magic, his phone started buzzing again, vibrating furiously against the glass table.

Joshua frowned, looking deeply obfuscated at the phone screen. You were calling him.

"You're not going to get that?" Jeonghan said, evidently knowing that it was you who was calling, since Joshua's display had that photo he took of you and your contact read only one word: 'bunny'.

"Yeah," his voice was rendered to a whisper. "Give me one minute."

Jeonghan nodded and stood up from the sofa, pretending to be busy himself elsewhere.

"Hi there," you told him and he could tell immediately that you were in a chipper mood than usual.

"Hi bunny," Joshua muttered, a smile instantly spreading on his lips. "How was the interview?"

"It was fine. It's just a pair of kids with a bunch of questions about the book. They were fun, it dragged on, though," he could hear you munching on something while you talked to him.

"Mm, yeah. I noticed," he muttered, his eyes briefly scanning his surroundings to make sure Jeonghan was out of earshot. His friend was nowhere to be seen.

"And you? How was your thing with your friend? Are you home right now? Why don't you come over and we talk here?" he could almost picture your sweet smile and the way you act shy when you prompt him to do something.

"I'm at his house right now," he replied shortly.

"Oh, really? What are you guys doing? Am I interrupting?" you asked nervously.

"We're actually talking about you," Joshua smiled deviously despite himself.

"What—no you're not. Stop playing or I'm hanging up," you said and that reminded him why he was in this mess.

He played too far.

"Can I call you in an hour, bunny?" Joshua asked abruptly.

"Sure. Let me know if you're coming by later, will you?" you asked. "I want to see you before you leave."

"I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye," he muttered and could feel his own face contorting into a frown.

"I'll hold you to that statement," you sighed into his ear and he knew you were smiling.

"You won't have to, baby," he lowered his head as he spoke to the phone in a low tone, as though he didn't want the walls to hear him. "I promise."

"Alright. I'll leave you with your friend. See you in a bit, then?"

Joshua smiled when he heard what appeared to be a new tradition between you two.

"See you in a bit, bunny," he muttered and hung up.

Joshua looked around again, but this time he found Jeonghan standing in the open kitchen, eyes big, mouth wide open in a smile. Because of course he was listening. Was he hiding all this time? Joshua imagined his best friend hiding behind the kitchen counters.

Joshua let out a heavy sigh and returned to his position of hiding his face in his large hands.

"You are down horrendous," his best friend punctuated each word.

"Fuck off," Joshua bit back, his voice muffled by the palms of his hands.

Jeonghan returned to his sofa, curling into a ball. His friend looked shocked, but almost giddy. Like a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

"Seriously, Joshua," his jaw dropped a little. "Why are you here? I thought you were all wind up because you wanted to end things with her. But here you are, actually whipped."

"I am not whipped. I can't believe you were eavesdropping," he groaned in defeat. "I'm here because I can't find an appropriate way to tell her."

"What, you don't know how to speak your mind?" his friend asked, sounding dumbfounded. "That's a first. Why can't you just man up and tell her? By the way you talked to her I can only assume it's mutual."

Was it mutual, though? Every time he tried to initiate the conversation or said something remotely romantic or affectionate you seemed to turn away from him and change the conversation. 

"I don't know if it is—mutual, I mean," Joshua declared and a shudder shook his bones. "I've tried to tell her, but it's never the right time. It's confusing. It happened so fast and I wish I could've done things differently with her."

"Leave then," Jeonghan shrugged with ease. "Don't waste your time and hers. You know better than that, Shuji."

"I know, I know," he muttered with a weary sigh and slowly rose from the sofa, dragging every inch of his body up. "Wish me luck."

Jeonghan followed him with his inquisitive eyes. "You'll do the right thin—you fucker, you're not planning on following through with this?"

Joshua's cheeky smile gave him away fast.

"Fuck, you're going to regret this," his friend followed him out the spacious apartment. "Well, you know where to find me."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the drink, Han."

When he finally got to your door, he thought of all the times he's stood there, all the times you answered—and the times you didn't. It felt to him like he spent more time standing outside your door than in his own apartment.

"Hi bunny," he smiled when his eyes landed on your face.

He suddenly forgot his hysterical episode earlier. He forgot everything he was planning to tell you. Something inside him wondered when the time would come when he would stand in front of your door to tell you that he is falling in love with you. But he could push all his feelings away.

All to have another night with you.

Even if it killed him a little.

✮ a/n: hellooo! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

so

so

i'm sorry this chapter was so long!!! i had so much fun writing from joshua's pov and it just went out of my hands — this fic is so self-indulgent i love it

so if you liked this part please let me know? (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

happy new years everyoneeee! ilyyy

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AAHHHHHHHH OMG

Vlad held tightly on Monoma's hand as he whispered his apologies for failing him as a teacher when Monoma revived. WHO SAID THAT-

Also:

I CAN'T NOT WRITE ABOUT THIS (I probably should've cropped to only the students part oops)

Kendo was always a straightforward person who managed to be compassionate and headstrong at the same time, and Yayorozu looked up to Kendo for this reason. She had never seen the fighter so... anxious before. All over the place, incessantly cleaning and shaking like a pile or bones about to fall over. Worst part is she wasn't the only one, most of her classmates of Class B were just as bad.

"Uhm... Kendo?" Yayorozu spoke, hands up like she was trying to calm a dog, "I understand you are anxious for Monoma's return, but I don't think he would appreciate seeing his friends so frazzled because of him." She put her hands atop Kendo's shoulders, attempting to still her in place.

"He- I appreciate your concern Yayorozu, thank you- I do. It's just,, he gets out today and we want to make the place look nice, make him feel comfortable- I don't know." Kendo rattled the words out of her mouth.

"Kendo hun, you can't even speak a proper sentence, you need to sit down a relax- you all do." Yayorozu looked around at the classmates nearby.

"Yeah man!" Kirishima interjected, "I'm sure Monoma would like it MUCH more if you guys were all looking okay when he got back!"

Honenuki looked at the loud man in their common area from where he stood in the kitchen. Kirishima had originally come because of Testsutetsu, but he had left for a bit and told Kirishima to stay down here. It was kind of the man to care about the rest of the class, despite not being close.

"I guess." Honenuki slowed his hands. "But we're mostly doing this because that nerd's a neat freak. Hates when there's dishes in the sink-" he disappeared from sight as he squatted down to grab something from the cabinet "hates when the table starts getting messy from us putting our crap on there-" he rose with a pot in his hand and gestured for Yayorozu to grab some tea, he's heard from Kendo how she loves her tea. "I mean you should see his room! Cleanest one out of all of us."

Tsurabura and Shiozaki stared at Honenuki. As one of Monoma's closest friends, he took the news about Monoma especially hard and has barely spoken the last several weeks, even with the news that Monoma was alive and recovering. They didn't know whether to be surprised or not that the first time he spoke today, it was to call Monoma a nerd and a neat freak.

"Uuh, I could go for some tea!" Tsurabura raised his hand and walked over to the kitchen with Shiozaki behind him.

"Man I didn't know Monoma was so clean! Didn't seem like the type- NOT THat he seems dirty or messy or anything, just that- he-" Kirshima quickly backtracked.

Kendo saved him from continuing, "It surprised all of us too when we moved into the dorms." She didn't care for having any tea but the two of them might stay longer if she didn't. None of Class B really wanted the two there when their classmate arrived, for multiple reasons.

The main reason wasn't that Monoma wouldn't want it- though that was definitely a reason- but actually because no one in class A knew that Monoma had died and came back to life. As far as they were aware, he was in bad condition and had to stay in the hospital a while. No one had the heart or the emotional stability to talk about it, so their Class A friends were left unaware- and when Monoma returned, there was a chance it would be brought up or something that would clue Yaoyorozu and Kirishima in on what had actually happened on the battlefield- and that would be a whole can of worms they didn't want to deal with.

So they made tea, and Kirishima and Yaoyarozu convinced most of the class to have some and calm down, though it didn't help much with their nerves. If anything, being all together in the common area made them more nervous, together but no Monoma. Monoma who died. Monoma who is only coming home today because of sheer chance.

"Thank you so much for the tea Yaoyarozu," Kendo set down her cup "and for being with us this whole time, the two of you. But you really don't need to stay. We'll be fine now."

"Are you sure?" Yaoyarozu put her hand on top of Kendo's and gave a quick glance to the others.

The Class B president gave her friend a smile and put her other hand on Yaoyarozu's.

"Yes."

Sometime after Yaoyarozu and Kirishima left the Class B dorms, saying their goodbyes, everyone was startled at the sound of their dorm doors opening again. Everyone turned their heads to see their homeroom teacher come through the door and stop when he noticed all the stares. A moment passed before the doors opened a bit more and the blond copier walked through them, saying nothing but staring back at all of them.

One moment passed. Then two. Then Tsunotori suddenly got up, leaped over the couch and ran over over to Monoma and hugged him with such force they almost fell over.

The two kneeled down to the ground and stayed there, Tsunotori crying so loudly it could be heard from the floor upstairs. The others ran over as well, letting the tears fall as they finally, finally got confirmation that their friend and classmate was okay. He was alive, is alive.

Okay so I haven't read the manga so I don't know jack, but IMAGINE with me

Monoma died in the war. Not like forever, but like how Bakugo and Uraraka (she died right? Or was close) died. How he came back to life I don't know but IMAGINE

i love this idea, and it is also ruining my life. thank you.

SPOILER WARNING

i legitimately worried that Hori may have killed Monoma off because of how long he was gone. like i heard that he got a statue, and before i saw the actual panels, i thought it was because he had straight up been killed and it was something built for him in memoriam.

that said, i love this concept (and also OUCH).

i image that, in a Monoma death au, he would have been stabbed while being taken down by the twice clones - knife straight through the lung. Monoma would die, and Aizawa would sit there knowing that he dragged two (TWO) children students straight to their deaths. it would be terrible and traumatic and great. it would probably be Copy that brought him back; his own quirk, desperately latching onto another to drag the breath into his lungs.

he wouldn't remember it, not properly. but when Monoma slept, he'd dream about choking on his own blood.

[primalsouls]

sweet like dreams

xiao x gn! reader

⚠️ : nada.

theme: fluff, a little teeny tiny bit of angst i think???

note: would i ever write angst? no. why? i suck. lmao also this was supposed to go up in the morning but i never got to finish it until now because i fell asleep ☠ oopies uuh anyway enjoy, thank you for reading, and i hope you like it! :D i appreciate every support! :) ily 🥰

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[Y/N] watched the stars twinkled above them in the dark blue sky. The moon shined brightly over the land of Liyue. No sounds other than nature reached their ears. They were in awed at the beauty the scenery gathered before their eyes. Since it was night, there was no one else in balcony. Or at least they thought so.

"What are you doing here?" A voiced demanded beside them. [Y/N] jumped at the sudden appearance of the adeptus next to them. Their eyes widen a bit. Xiao starer at them with narrowed eyes, arms crossed over his chest and brows knitted down as he waited for their answer.

[Y/N] relaxed a bit under his piercing his gaze, already used to it. "Just... stargazing." They said, hands on the rails tightened their grip. Xiao rose a brow. "I can't sleep, either." They admitted, side eyeing the view below them. The atmosphere grew silence as before, but with a little tension. They squirmed under his glare. Usually, Xiao would turn away from them after making small talk, if it was treated as one, and watch over the lands of Liyue but they never felt his eyes come off of them. Clearing their throat, [Y/N] looked back at him. "Was I interrupting you or something?" They asked. Xiao didn't give an answer. Their eyes locked with his amber ones. Fingers gently tapping the wood of the rails.

"Come sit on the roof with me." Xiao demanded, finally averting his gaze from the other, but the sole reason was to hide the blush decorating his pale cheeks. [Y/N] blinked and tilted their head, a dumbfounded look on their face. "So you can see the stars better. Nothing else." He added in quickly. Xiao turned his back on them, now being the one who felt tensed under their gaze. It was rare for Xiao to invite someone, a mortal no less, to hang with him under the stars. [Y/N] found it adorable. Xiao barely asks them to hangout, it was mostly the opposite and whenever they asked they get a cold response yet he still goes anywhere with them around Liyue. Except the harbor, of course. When he received no answers, yet, Xiao scoffed. "Forget i-"

"I'll come!" [Y/N] exclaimed happily, cutting him off. They had been so busy freaking out inside their head that the yaksha wanted them to watch the stars together on the roof. Xiao was taken back. He didn't know why. Perhaps he expected them to make up a lie. He wasn't sure but deep inside he felt... glad they accepted his offer. The adeptus shrugged, hoping his blush didn't darken as he extended his arm out for them. [Y/N] smiled brightly and took his hand. Xiao pulled them closed to him and took them to the roof. They landed softly, taking a seat next to each other.

The atmosphere grew silence once more. But this time being a comfortable vibe. The breeze felt cool against their skins. The nature sounds and their breathing was all they heard. The moon being their only source light and how it illuminated on [Y/N]'s figure, giving them a glow on their skin. Xiao watched didn't watch the stars. He focused only on one. And they sat beside him, entranced with the starry night sky. Their [e/c] eyes shined brightly like the stars. The same eyes Xiao liked to lose himself into. They made him feel safe whenever he stare into them. So full of wonder and curiosity. Curiosity that almost got them terribly hurt one time. It was the time they first met.

[Y/N] being too caught up in finding an artifact around the ruins that they failed to knowledge the ruin hunter who readied itself to launch missiles at them. They only managed to look around the area when they heard a cry coming behind them. Their eyes landed on someone as they plunged the hunter from the front with a polearm. [Y/N] was able to clearly see their savior when he jumped in front of them, back still turned on them. They were lucky to be alive due to Xiao patrolling the ruins before he left for the inn. [Y/N] remembered Xiao scolding them for being reckless, not surprised how mortals didn't value their lives and they tuned him out after the first few sentences, too focused on wondering who he was.

[Y/N] had learned that Xiao was an adeptus who made a contract with Rex Lapis to protect Liyue from unwanted enemies, thanks to the boss lady of the Inn who informed them when they stopped by to rest. They also learned his favorite dish was Almond Tofu. It was there that they decided to make the dish and offered it to Xiao as a thank you gift for the save from the ruin hunter. Of course, Xiao being Xiao, didn't came to them the first time they stepped foot into the balcony. They brushed it off, though, believing he was out patrolling again but in reality, he watched them from the roof.

And now, there they were. Both sittinc together under the stars. It felt comfortable and safe. No dangers. No voices eating Xiao up. That was what made Xiao fall for them. [Y/N] made the voices in his head disappear. The cries and screams no longer guilting him. But whenever they left for a commission, the voices would return. He made them promised him to call his name incase they was facing danger. There were times Xiao question their relationship, if he calls it one, and ask himself... does he deserve it? This one good thing in his life? He didn't want to hurt [Y/N]. And he didn't want to be hurt once they part from this world. But those thoughts never last long in his head. Not when he felt a hand interlocked with his. He was met with the same [e/c] eyes, now filled with concern.

"Xiao, are you okay?" They asked, their voice soft and gentle to not break the silence. The yashka blinked, taking a deep breath as he glanced at their hands. A familiar fluttering he had felt on previous days whenever he was around them was in his heart. He nodded.

"Why'd you ask?" Xiao questioned back.

"Because I was talking to you but you didn't say anything? I looked over and you were staring at me. So, I wonder if I said anything bad or something?" [Y/N] said. Xiao shook his head, his eyes now focused on the actual stars.

"Just... had a lot in my mind." He muttered. He was glad their hand didn't let go of his. He liked the warmth it provided. [Y/N] frowned. Whenever he had a lot on his mind, it made Xiao distant himself from them for a few days. They didn't want that. So, they slid a bit closer to the adeptus, knees touching. It made Xiao glanced at them with a brow raised. They only smiled genuinely at him. His eyes fell to their lips, tracing them over, wondering hos they feel against his own. And without a second thought behind those amber eyes, Xiao reached over, cupped their cheek with his free hand to keep them facing him and locked his lips with theirs.

An action so forbidden to Xiao. And just out of nowhere. Was he thinking? No. Did they mind the kiss? No. It made their heart melt. But it was just not something Xiao would initiate. Being who he was and how he was. He had told them before he didn't understand human emotions. How they work and what they do. But he watched many couples at the Inn interact with those affections they shared amongst themselves. Maybe... He wanted to understand. And he wanted to understand it with [Y/N]. It was what he told them after the kiss. Both left flustered and faces red. No eye contact as they both replay the scene and tried to memorize each other's lips.

Before [Y/N] could say anything, Xiao beat them to it.

"You taste better than I thought you would." He said bluntly. The words threw them off. Leaving them more of a blushing mess than he was. "Sweet... like the dreams." Xiao whispered, being the first to glance back at them after the kiss was given. [Y/N] stuttered out a reply, locking their eyes with Xiao's, smiling bashfully.

"You mean like a-almond tofu?" They teased, sending a wink towards him. Xiao huffed, letting go of their hand to fold his arms as he closed his eyes.

"Don't get too head of yourself." He said quietly, turning his head away to stop them from seeing the blush creeping back on his face.

"Ooh," [Y/N] pouted. "Well, tomorrow, we'll have an almond tofu date. Then you'll see who's sweeter." Xiao rolled his eyes, a faint smile on his face as he listened to their idea of a date.

[koushou]

Could we get uuh,,, Todoroki x f!reader who is insecure abt their looks bc they look more "boyish" than most girls? 😳 As much as I love being an androgynous queen, I get insecure sometimes, esp when it comes to guys liking me

this is my first ask im 😳💕💕

beautiful

pairing : todoroki shoto x f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none really, like the teeniest suggestive ending, just todoroki being like the best bf ugh 😩

a/n : thank you so much for requesting anon!! i tried my best, im so sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted but shoutout to all the androgynous queens you’re amazing !! <3 (also can you tell im terrible at titles pls)

shopping mall dates with your friends were always something you looked forward to, shoto knew this well. so why had you come back to the dorms empty-handed?

The familiar ringtone playing from your phone woke you up from your slumber, as bright sunlight shone through your windows where the curtains did poor job of providing you with any coverage. You opened your eyes and would’ve immediately shut them if not for the music still coming from your phone on your nightstand.

Swinging a hand blindly over, you felt the cool screen of your device and brought it close to your face, as an all too familiar contact name displayed on the top of the screen.

Grumbling slightly, you pressed the answer button and brought it up to your ear.

“Y/N!! Are you still sleeping??” You almost wanted to hang up right then and there from the cheery girl’s voice ringing into your ear. 

“Mina, it’s-” You glanced over at your alarm clock on the same nightstand, “-literally 9 in the morning, what do you want-”

“Come on! You remember we have another shopping day today, right??” 

You rubbed your eyes and rolled over in bed on your side, away from the blinding light illuminating through the glass windows.

Shopping dates with your girlfriends in Class 1-A took place almost every weekend, something you always looked forward to. Hero training was stressful, everyone was always striving to further improve and expand their quirks and skill, almost never having time for any sort of break. 

Truthfully, you had forgotten about your planned day with the girls today, since it had been a pretty tough week, with work piling up on top of one another, heck, you were barely keeping up your grades. 

“Oh...right.” You ran your fingers through your somewhat messy, medium-length hair, attempting to comb it slightly and getting rid of the small knots that had been formed in your sleep.

“Hey, don’t tell me you forgot - anyways, we’re meeting up downstairs at 10, so see you later!!” 

“Yeah, alright.” 

Quiet beeps signaling the end of your short call with Mina, you sighed and wondered how the alien girl managed to stay so hyper in the morning, not that you were surprised anymore. 

Sitting up in bed, you let out a yawn and stretched out your body, excited for the day to come. 

On some days, you just wanted to sleep in and have a day all to yourself in the comfort of your small dorm room, but these shopping sprees with the girls always took your mind off any troubles on your mind.

Throwing your blanket to the side lazily, you get up from your bed and groggily made your way to the bathroom, phone still in hand. Flicking on the light switch, you cringed at the sudden brightness.

A notification noise sounded from your phone, a smile spreading across your face as soon as you saw who the sender was - your one and only white and red haired boyfriend.

Unlocking your phone, you were met by a few text messages from your lover.

shouu <33 : good morning love, have you woken up yet?

shouu <33 : you’re going out today with the others right? i wish you could come and be with me, but i hope you have fun.💗

Your heart could not handle this level of cuteness in the morning.

Turning on the water to get ready for your morning shower, you typed out a reply to your boyfriend.

                                                             good morning shouto 🥺 i just woke upp

                      imy so much as well, i promise i’ll be with you when i get back!!💕

You stripped off your clothes and hopped into the shower, the water more on the warm side, exactly how you liked it.

After about 20 minutes, you stepped out with a towel wrapped around your torso, the cool air hitting your legs, making you shiver slightly. You made your way over to your closet in the corner of your room, picking out what clothes to wear.

It was scorching hot out, and you were feeling lazy, so a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts seemed like a good choice.

The time was about 9:40 when you had finished brushing your teeth and mindlessly slapping on some sunscreen, you didn’t want to become tan, after all.

Internally crying, you shoved your wallet with your credit card inside your small purse you usually brought when you went shopping, making a note to yourself to cut down a bit on your purchases. 

You knew that promise was going to go out the window as soon as you step foot in a store, but hey, you always felt better after coming back to the dorms with bags of clothing in your hands.

Deciding to head down to the common room earlier to grab a quick snack to eat, you received another message from your phone.

shouu <33 : i’ll be waiting for you, love.

shouu <33 : are you sure you don’t want to use my father’s credit card? i don’t think he would really care if it gets maxed out, you know.

You giggled at your boyfriend’s message even though you knew he was being 100% serious.

                                                                                   shou...bby, i cant do that-

shouu <33 : alright then, be safe and text me when you get there, okay?

                                                                                                            i will! ily <33

shouu <33 : i love you too :)

When you reached the common room, you were met by pink, black, green, and brown haired girls.

“Y/N!! Good morning!!”

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N-chan, ribbit.”

“Oh hey Y/N!”

You smile at your energetic friends, Mina, Momo, Tsu and Uraraka, who were all lounging on the couches. 

“Good morning, guys.”

Mina lets out a whine, “Where is Jirou? That girl is almost always never on time-”

“What’s that, Mina?”

A voice from behind the girls spoke, causing everyone to jump and turn at the same time. 

“O-oh good morning Jirou-”

The purple haired girl stood behind the couches, and your eyes scanned over her outfit. A white, loose short sleeve hung around her shoulders, paired with some black shorts. A simple outfit, yet she made it look so much more appealing.

She charged towards Mina, who was now desperately hiding behind Uraraka. It was then that you finally took notice of the other girls’ outfits, and suddenly became all too aware of your own.

Mina, with a pink shirt tucked into her jeans, a black belt as a finishing touch. Her curves showing perfectly, all in the right places. You would expect her pink hair to be messy and puffy, but it was tamed, neatly brushed, and reminded you of soft cotton candy. 

A cropped maroon top, with black jeans, complementing Momo’s smooth, black hair which was put up in a lower pony tail than usual. Her gentle features sure to attract admirers wherever she went. The way her dark bangs framed her face, the way her smile was bright, genuine - an appearance of a true, proper lady. 

You glanced down at your own outfit, trying to smooth out wrinkles in your own shirt. No genius was required to see that you obviously stood out in your group of feminine friends, you being the only female with short hair and a different style.

It wasn’t that you hated the way you looked, but it made you think sometimes that you weren’t as attractive or liked as much, compared to your friends.

“Well then,” Uraraka clasped her hands together, interrupting your thoughts, and grinned. “Shall we get going?” 

You all cheered, getting up and ready to head to the shopping mall. 

Mina locked her arms in yours and dragged you out of the doors, grinning at you while the other girls trailed behind.

“Come on old ladies! We’re gonna max out our cards!!” She yelled at the sky once you were outside, the hot summer air hitting your skin immediately. 

“Hey, who’re you calling an old lady?!” You smacked Mina’s arm, making her stick her tongue out at you.

“Fine, whoever gets there last is an old lady!!” 

Your pink haired friend takes off toward the mall which was located about 20 minutes away from your school, with you laughing and running after her, followed by your other female friends.

The negative thoughts you had on your mind previously vanished as you all ran after one another, not giving a care in the world to the questioning looks passersby shot your ways. Spending time with your friends always somehow managed to brighten your mood, regardless of whether they knew how you were feeling or not. 

And your love for them could never be put into words.

6 girls arrived at the Misako Mall, panting, out of breath as they bought water from a vending machine.

“Oh-” You pant, fumbling with the buttons on the machine, inserting a few coins in and watching as the bottle falls to the bottom. 

“Ura-ha..ha...Uraraka, you’re an old...ha...lady!” Mina teased the gravity-quirked girl in between breaths.

“Yo-you’re so mean, ha, Mina,” Uraraka coughed, sputtering as she practically shoved the water bottle down her throat, drinking half of the bottle in a few seconds.

“Slow down - ribbit - Ochaco-chan,” Tsu patted the said girl’s back, making sure she didn’t choke.

“Well, guys, where do you want to go first?” Momo spoke up, after you guys rested a bit on the benches in the lobby. 

“I kind of wanted to check out the accessories in that shop we passed earlier,” Jirou scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, nodding towards a shop near the entrance of the mall.

You all turned to look at the store she was talking about, not surprised to see the exterior of the shop decorated in dark, emo-style accessories - exactly Jirou’s style.

“I want to go there too - ribbit,” Tsu nodded in agreement, this time shocking the group, since Tsu had always seemed to be into more cuter accessories. 

“I was actually interested in that one over there,” Momo tapped her chin thoughtfully, gesturing towards a high-class looking store on the second floor of the mall. 

“That looks nice! I really like that white dress they have in the front,” Uraraka stared dreamily at the level above you guys, and an idea popped into your head.

“Why don’t we split into pairs? That way, we can all check out the stores we want to and meet up back here when we’re all done!” Your suggestion earned approving nods from the rest, all of you agreeing to text in the groupchat you had when you were finished in your stores.  

Tsu and Jirou, Momo and Uraraka, and you and Mina walked off into different directions of the mall, chatting excitedly.

You and Mina decided to first go into a casual-styled store filled with jeans, tops, jackets, etc. 

Walking into the store, a friendly cashier at the counter greeted you guys, who you both smiled back at.

Thankful for the cool air conditioner providing a contrast to the burning weather outside, you scanned the racks for anything that caught your eye.

“Oh! Y/N look here!” You turned to where your pink friend had ran to, spotting her a few aisles down.

Making your way towards her, she holds up a light pink, off the shoulder top decorated with small flowers and a lace ribbon in her hands eagerly.

“Do you think this would look good on me? I really like the color!” She beams at you, holding the clothing item up to herself, admiring it in a tall mirror nearby. 

You study it for a second, before smiling back at her and nodding excitedly in agreement.

“It suits your skin color so well too! You should go try it on!”

“You think so??” She grins at you happily as you chuckle back in response. 

“You should pick out some clothes first, then we can go to the changing rooms together!”

“Okay, let me look around a bit more!” You walk off to the other side of the store, studying any clothes that may peak your interest. 

A striped red, orange, and white button-up shirt catches your eye, hanging on one of the racks. You take it and hold it up to your torso, satisfied with the way it looked. 

Keeping it around your arm to try on later, you decide to pick out a few more clothes to try on to avoid making multiple trips to the changing room. Just as you were about to turn around and continue your search for more clothes, you felt a figure approach behind you. 

“Hey, uh, sorry to bother you but I thought you were really pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

A voice made you turn around, and you were met by a man who looked a bit older than you. 

He was standing right in front of you now, his eyes staring at...the top of your head?

You cleared your throat awkwardly, not expecting the sudden question. 

“Oh! Thank you, but I have a boyfriend already, I’m sorry-”

The man’s eyes finally focus on your face, before laughing at you.

Wait, what?

You furrowed your eyebrows at the still laughing man, who looked down at you like you were a mere piece of dirt below him.

“I’m not talking to you, you’re not even pretty?” He scoffed when you gaped at him. 

“I’m talking to the hottie behind you,” He grinned and stared past you to whoever was standing there.

You slowly turned around, expecting to see some random stranger behind you, but you were met by a puff of familiar pink hair.

“O-oh, Mina...” You mumbled, not wanting to make eye contact with your friend, disheartened from the man’s words.

You were never one to get bothered by anyone’s words, especially not from a stranger, but this one hit you differently.

“What did you say to my friend?! You wanna repeat that, huh?!” Mina yelled at the man, steam almost emitting out of her pink ears. 

“Woah, calm down, pinkie, I just wanted to get your number - I didn’t know she was your friend.” He chuckled, and glanced at you again.

“Just saying, you could do so much better.” It was like bullets, the man’s words, aimed straight at your heart.

Storming up to the man, Mina slapped him directly on his face, leaving both of you in shock.

“Say that again, I dare you!!” You ushered Mina away from the furious man despite her protests of wanting to beat him up.

“Hmph, who does he think he is?!” You stopped walking when you guys were a good distance from the stranger.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your emotions and not make a fool of yourself in a public space.

“It’s fine, I-I don’t really care,” Sighing, you gave Mina a small unconvincing smile, which she saw right through.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Don’t listen to him! He’s just blind,” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

You chuckled softly, trying to change the subject, “I’m fine, come on, let’s go try on our clothes.” 

Mina sighed, eyeing the one top you had on your arm. “You only have one shirt? Don’t you want to try on more?” 

You scanned the racks around you guys, randomly picking a pair of black plaid pants, flashing your friend another smile. 

“It’s okay, there’s not much I like here,” You grabbed her arm and led her into the changing rooms, chuckling at her pile of clothes hanging over her arm. 

“You sure got a lot, Mina.”

“Their clothes are really nice!!” 

Mina and you went into rooms besides each other, and you could hear the girl squealing while trying on her clothing.

Instead of trying on your clothes immediately, you slumped against the white door, taking a deep breath, the man’s comments still on your mind.

You’re not even pretty.

You could do so much better.

Wrapping your arms around your torso, you looked in the mirror on the wall across you, taking in your appearance.

There were few things about you that would seem appealing to any man, and you should’ve gotten over the stares people give you wherever you go by now, but it was hard.

It really was.

Of course people would be attracted to Mina first, or anyone in your friend group, for that matter. She was outgoing, kind, bright, and feminine. 

Tears poking at the corners of your eyes, you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand before they fell. 

Why couldn’t people just accept who you were?

Why couldn’t people accept the fact that you were happy in your own body, and that you loved yourself the way you were?

The common stereotype that all females had to be feminine, had to be proper, you were tired of it.

A loud knock from the other side of the door you were leaning against sounded, and you jumped a little, before hearing your friend’s cheery voice. 

“Y/N! Are you finished? I want to show you the top!”

“Oh- One second!”

Quickly tidying up your appearance to get rid of any hints of your silent breakdown, you unlocked the door and looked over Mina.

You were right.

The light pink color of the top really did complement her skin color well, her slender shoulders were exposed, and the lacey ribbon around the collarbone area of her shirt gave it a finishing touch.

Gasping, you admired how good it looked on her, while she giggled and jumped excitedly in place.

“It looks so beautiful on you Mina!!” You gave her a small hug, giggling along. “It’s like it was made for you!”

“Thanks!! What about your clothes?” She nodded towards your top and pants still sitting in the changing room, untouched.

You coughed, “Oh- uh give me a second, I still need to try on the top,” She nodded and pushed you back into the room eagerly.

“Show me when you’re done!”

You nodded and smiled back at her before walking back into the room and locking the door behind you.

You had already lost all interest in shopping today, but reluctantly changed into the striped button-up shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror. 

It was okay, nothing really special, and you certainly wouldn’t be spared any second glances from anyone. Not that you cared, you were already in a happy and healthy relationship with Shoto.

Shoto.

A thought suddenly popped into your mind. 

What did Shoto think about your appearance? Coming from a rich family, it was only natural that he would be into proper, feminine females. 

Why was he even dating you? Does he actually mean it every time he calls you beautiful?

Maybe you should change your hairstyle. Or the way you dressed. Maybe then, Shoto would love you.

Maybe then, he would think you’re beautiful.

Running your hand through your short strands of hair, you suddenly didn’t want to be here anymore.

You wished you were in the safety of your dorm, under the blankets where no one would have to look at you.

You were probably an eyesore, walking around everyday at school, getting judgmental looks from left to right.

Shaking your head, you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, straightening yourself back up.

Unlocking the door again, wanting to get this day over with, you were met by a excited Mina as she looked over at you. You noticed that she had changed back to her own shirt.

“You look great Y/N!!” She hopped excitedly over to you as she admired your top.

You shrugged, glancing down at your top. “I mean, it’s okay, I guess.” 

She raised her eyebrows at your response, asking worriedly, “Do you not like it?” 

“Not really, it’s kind of plain.” Sighing, you picked at the sleeves and wrinkles of the shirt. 

“Oh,” Mina pursed her lips together, cocking her head to the side. “That’s alright, then. What about the pants?”

Truth was, you had forgotten to try on the pants while you were inside, and you didn’t want to risk purchasing something you weren’t sure would look good on you.

“Oh-uh, I didn’t like that one too much either,” You glanced back at the item still hanging in the changing room.

“Oh no,” Mina pouted. “Are you going to buy anything?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. “Guess not.”

It wasn’t really that you didn’t want to buy anything, you just thought that at this point, it didn’t matter what you wore.

Because, you weren’t as feminine as other girls.

"Give me a second to change back, and we can go to another store.” She looked like she was about to say something, but decided to close her mouth and nodded instead.

The remaining time you spent with Mina was just her jumping around stores excitedly and you mindlessly staring at clothes you wouldn’t ever buy.

It was about 2 in the afternoon when you all decided to meet back up, ready to head back to school.

You realized that you hadn’t bought a single item in the past 4 hours spent in wandering around the mall. 

“Y/N! Did you not buy anything?” Momo asks worriedly as you and Mina approach the other two pairs in the lobby.

You shook your head at the tall girl, sighing, “Nothing really caught my eye today.”

“Oh, we can walk around a bit more together if you’d like!” Uraraka offers, holding a large bag in her own hands.

You smiled at her words, shaking your head again. “No, it’s alright! I’m sure we’re all tired, let’s head back.” 

“Gosh, this weird man came up to us earlier and had the audacity to call our little Y/N here unattractive??! And then proceeded to ask for my number??” Mina huffed, clenching her fists dramatically at the memory.

You chuckled awkwardly. “Mina, you didn’t have to slap the poor man.”

“Poor man? By the sounds of it, he hasn’t learned his lesson yet.” Jirou speaks up, cracking her knuckles, eyes darkening. “Where is he?”

You laughed. “Jirou-”

“Oh dear, that’s terrible.” Momo patted your shoulder. “You’re very beautiful, Y/N, you know that?” 

You smiled at the kind girl, letting out a deep breath. 

“I understand where he’s coming from, though...” You mumbled quietly.

“Did you say something, Y/N?” Uraraka asks from next to you.

Shaking your head quickly, you link your arms with the brown haired girl, grinning at everyone. “Let’s head back now!”

Pushing open the large glass doors, you were met once again by the humid air, the sun’s rays burning down on your exposed skin.

The girls chattered happily about their new purchases, peeking inside the others’ bags and taking a couple out to show.

Even though you walked in the middle of Uraraka and Momo, you couldn’t help but feel left out, not having any new clothing to wear.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nudged Momo, making her turn around and look at you.

“Hey Yaomomo, what’d you get?”

She smiled and opened her bag for you to peek inside, and you almost had to close your eyes from the amount of bling inside,

Bling, meaning dresses decorated in gems, with a few jewelry pieces and other accessories. Of course, there were a couple casual wear on the bottom of the bag.

“Oh, I’m not even surprised anymore,” You pretended to huff at Momo, turning the other way.

“You’re so classy and fancy, Yaomomo, are you trying to flex your class on me?” 

She laughed, slapping your back lightly. “Oh sorry, I just can’t help that I’m so rich and proper.” 

You tensed up at her words. Of course, you knew she was being sarcastic, but her use of words hit the same spot in you again as earlier. 

“Hey guys...” Mina starts, wiggling her eyebrows.

“What?” An ominous feeling settles in all of your stomachs. 

“Last one to the dorms is an old lady!” 

All of you groan, watching as the pink alien girl takes off once again, having no choice but to follow behind.

6 girls arrived back at the dorm building, panting once again. 

“Mina- ha, I swear to - god,” You breathe out, pants coming from all six of you.

Mina just giggles at you as you all arrive back in the common room. Your classmates are sprawled out in different places throughout the room, and their heads all perk up simultaneously at the new arrivals. 

Bakugou were surrounded by Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero, as always, trying his best to swat them away. 

Tokoyami and Aoyama were chatting in the kitchen, while Iida, Midoriya and Shoto hung around the TV, watching whatever movie was put on.

Ojiro, Koda, Shoji, and Sato were nowhere to be seen, you guessed they were up in their own rooms. 

“Oh, hey guys! Welcome back!” A certain red-head’s voice chirped from the middle of the room, flashing you all his big smile.

“Hey Kirishima!” Mina smiled back at the boy before making her way up to her own room to organize her newly bought items. 

Momo, Tsu, Jirou, and Uraraka followed after her, while you made your way over to where your boyfriend was on one of the other couches. 

“Hey, love.” Shoto smiles at you softly as he opens his arms for you to give him a hug. 

“Hey Sho,” You happily accept your place in his arms, tired from the long day you had. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you as well,” He plants a small kiss on the top of your head. He was about to say something else before a realization dawns on him.

“Love, did you not buy anything?” You gulp, afraid that your boyfriend would see through your feelings and ask you what was wrong.

“Oh- uh, I just didn’t feel like anything caught my eye today!” You shrug, hoping that he would accept your answer and move on.

Of course, Shoto could be dense at times, but he is everything but stupid.

He always knew how you adored these little shopping sprees with your girls, and never once had you arrived back empty handed. On top of that, your vibe just seemed a bit...off.

“Can we go to your room and cuddle? I’m a little tired,” You look up at him, to which he responded by giving you a small kiss and chuckling.

“Of course, let’s go, love.” 

After saying goodbye to Iida and Midoriya, you both made your way to Shoto’s dorm, immediately flopping down on the bed after stepping inside.

Shoto laughed softly at your eagerness, wasting no time and following in after, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you flush against his chest.

The warmth and vanilla scent of your boyfriend was enough to calm you down and get rid of any past bad thoughts you were having earlier that day.

You felt him bury his face inside your hair, inhaling softly your shampoo from this morning. Normally, you would’ve swooned at the action, but it somehow made you feel uneasy. Insecure.

Shriveling away a little from his body, you were met by a very confused Shoto staring back at you.

“...Love?”

You bit your lip, not sure how to explain why you seemed uncomfortable.

“I-,uh, Shoto?” Your eyes made contact with his as he hummed in response. You decided it was now or never.

“Do you...think I’m pretty?” Biting your lip anxiously as you awaited his answer.

Confusion flashed through your boyfriend’s face. What kind of a question was that?

That was what he wanted to ask, until he noticed the tears forming in your eyes, and worriedly sat up, bringing you with him.

“Of course I think you’re pretty. You’re beautiful, darling.” 

Not convinced, you sniffle before asking again, “Really?”

He furrows his eyebrows together, lifting you up and onto his lap so you were straddling him now, both of you in a sitting position.

“Did something happen, love? Why are you asking me these questions?” He reaches up to wipe a stray tear that had slipped its way through your eyes with his thumb. 

“No reason-” You started, but your boyfriend’s piercing gaze told you he wouldn’t take that as an answer.

Taking a deep breath, you avoided his eyes as you began to speak.

“Today, when we were at the mall, a man came up to me, called me pretty, and asked for my number-”

Shoto raises his eyebrows, to which you wave away quickly.

“-I thought he was talking to me, but turns out he was speaking to Mina, who had been standing behind me. He then called me-” You cleared your throat, a bit anxious for your boyfriend’s reaction. 

“He said that I wasn’t pretty, and that Mina could do so much better than being friends with someone like me...” Your voice trails off as you felt Shoto’s grip on your waist tighten.

“He...what?” You could’ve sworn you saw flames flicker behind Shoto’s eyes, his left and right hands heating and cooling on your sides without thinking, to which you yelped a little, surprised by the temperature change.

His eyes softened, looking down at your waist and rubbing it softly. “Oh- I’m sorry, love, I did not mean to hurt you.”

You shake your head, smiling at him. “You didn’t hurt me at all, Shoto.”

He exhales deeply, looking into your eyes. “Baby, you’re the most beautiful, kind, amazing girl I’ve ever met in my life. Don’t ever listen to what anyone else says, you’re absolutely perfect the way you are.”

Shoto plants a deep kiss on your lips, tears threatening to spill over at his touching words.

When you pull away, there’s still a lingering thought in the back of your mind. 

“Don’t you ever wish - that you had a more...you know...” You rubbed your eyes, sniffling as the first few tears made their ways down your cheeks.

Shoto tilts his head to the side as he pulls you closer to his body, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. 

“A what, love?”

“You know, a more...feminine...girlfriend?”

You nervously glance at him, waiting for his response. 

There’s silence for a moment, and your heart drops. 

“Who ever said that girls have to be feminine?” 

You directly look into his eyes for the first time that evening, confusion plastered on your face.

Shoto has a soft and loving, but firm expression as he speaks. 

“I don’t care if you dress, or appear differently than other girls. There is no “correct” way to look if you are a certain gender. You’re absolutely beautiful no matter what you do, or wear.” He leans forward to peck your lips once again.

“But...when I look at someone like Yaomomo, she’s just - so much more attractive and proper than someone like me...”

Shoto sighs, tilting your chin down to look at him.

“Proper? What’s not proper about you, Y/N? Your hair? Your clothing choices? Baby, you could wear a trash bag, have long hair - or even shave your head bald, I’d still fall in love with you all over again.” 

You giggle a little, making him chuckle, seeing that he successfully cheered you up a bit.

“I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and I’ll continue loving you, forever. Please don’t ever feel like you have to compare yourself to other girls, because you’ll always be the prettiest girl in my heart.”

Your heart felt like it was on the verge of bursting as you leant forward, kissing your boyfriend deeply. It was like all your emotions were expressed through that kiss. It was almost as if Shoto’s loving words washed away every single insecurity that has ever passed your mind in your whole life.

“Thank you so much, Shoto. I love you, so, so much.” You both grin as you placed your foreheads together, noses brushing against each other. 

“I want you to say it, love. Tell me you love yourself, and that you’re beautiful.” 

Your face heated up from the request, placing your hands on Shoto’s shoulders and trying to push him away, only to have your wrists caught by his strong hands as he leaned closer. 

“Come on, Y/N, I’m waiting,” he smirks at your flustered expression. 

You pouted a bit, before taking a deep breath, embarrassed from Shoto’s intense stare.

“I-uh- I love myself the way I am, and...I’m beautiful.” You squealed and cover your face with your hands after finishing your sentence, not used to those words coming out of your mouth.

A laugh escapes Shoto as he pries your hands away from your face, placing a kiss on your nose. 

“That’s right, love. What do you say we go shopping tomorrow, just me and you?” 

Your eyes brightened at the idea, and Shoto could feel butterflies flooding his stomach. 

“Yes!! I’d love that, Shoto,” You threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, burying your face into his hair.

He chuckles in response, leaning back and studying your face for a moment, making you confused.

Then, he takes your arms and pushes you back until your back is pressed against the bed, pinning them above you. His body hovers over yours, as his knee sneakily moves up to place itself between your thighs.

“But right now, let me show you just how beautiful you are, darling.”

[shadeswift99]

TnT Heals All Wounds

Words: 912

People: Bdubs, Zedaph, Impulse, Tango (no shipping)

Summary: A conflict of interest between the Boomers and Team ZIT leads to Zedaph and Bdubs becoming increasingly bitter toward each other. However, on a day when Impulse and Tango both turn out to be “too busy” for either of them, they’ll have to blast through the barrier and work things out on their own. (based on an anon ask on @hermitcraftheadcanons​)

"No way! We've had this meeting scheduled for weeks!" Bdubs crossed his arms and scowled, the ends of his red bandana quivering with fury.

Zed stuck his tongue out and grabbed Impulse's arm, tugging him closer towards his front door. "Well, I just need this one thing tested quickly, so you'll have to wait. I'm sure they won't mind doing a tiny favour for an old friend, right Tango?"

Tango opened his mouth to speak, then startled as Bdubs enthusiastically interrupted him. "Nuh-uh, Zedaph, he's booked! Take a number and get in line!" Bdubs stepped in front of Tango protectively, shuffling him in the direction of the shopping district.

Tango and Impulse made eye contact across the gap.

"... Actually," Impulse started, grinning softly and disentangling his arm from Zed's grasp. "We're both kinda busy today."

Zed and Bdubs froze in unison. "What?"

"Yeah, we're going end raiding together!" Tango slung his sword across his shoulders and readied some rockets. "We both need more shulkers, and it's a pretty good way to de-stress."

"But I need you to -"

"But we had a -"

"But I thought you said -"

"But we've been planning -"

"It's really quiet out there, in the end," Tango monologued over both of their protests, "Quiet, and peaceful, and -"

"- just a really nice place to spend an afternoon," Impulse continued, walking backwards away from the fuming pair. "I'm sure you'll figure something out in the mean time. Cya!" He activated his rockets and soared off into the distance, Tango following shortly after.

A long, awkward silence passed.

"Well if you hadn't ruined the schedule -" Bdubs growled.

"Well if you hadn't been so pushy with your ‘schedule’ -" Zedaph retorted.

Both trailed off into silence again as the anger and words drained away.

They knew it wasn't really each other they were mad at, just like they both knew that the thing they were wasn’t even ‘mad’ at all.

Zed sighed and sat down heavily on the doorstep. "This turf war stuff has really been keeping them busy, hasn't it." He ran his finger through the sand at his feet, avoiding eye contact.

Bdubs sat down too, taking a moment to rub at his tired eyes. "Yeah, me too. It's demanding stuff, all this war and keeping up with the Mayor's orders and everything.... We haven't had time for a Boomers meeting in months."

"I haven't even seen Tango or Impulse in months. I've been busy and they've been busy and it just - it just never happened, I guess..." Zed sniffled slightly and wiped his hand across the scuffed sand, obliterating the lines he'd made.

"...Hey, Zed?"

"Yeah?" Zedaph looked up, just barely.

"I could test your cave contraption, if you want. I usually test the stuff Tango makes for the Boomers, it couldn't be too hard to test yours, especially if it doesn't blow up like that other stuff does." He chuckled.

Zed thought for a moment, then perked up. "You know, I hadn't actually thought of making it explode before... That's a great idea!" He brushed off his hands and leapt to his feet. "I'm going to need you to test it before and after I make the modifications, and I'll need to know how different amounts of tnt affect the results - come on, I think I have a spare lab coat around here somewhere!"

Bdubs' face lit up. "Tnt and a new outfit? Oh, well this is just too good to be true!" He bounded toward the iron door and let himself be pulled into Zed's eccentric landscape of damp stone and colourful wires.

High above on the top of Zed’s mountain, Impulse and Tango quietly high-fived.

"I knew they'd come around eventually," Impulse whispered, mischievous crinkles around his eyes.

"...icky purple dirt high-five, won't come off for days -" Tango broke from muttering and wiping off his hand to peer down below. "Yeah, it didn't feel right, having them at each other's throats all the time. Hopefully they're having fun and working things out now." A deep boom vibrated through the mountain, followed by two synchronized shouts of glee.

Impulse winced. "Hopefully their working together won't be too risky for the health and safety of the server."

"Yeah..." Tango looked thoughtful. "Hey, we really should make more time for them after this, though. They were right, things have been a bit busy lately."

"Well, they wouldn't be so busy if some people would just let nature take its course and let the mycelium spread-"

Tango punched his arm and laughed, almost falling off the mountain as he dodged the return blow. "Not a chance, pal, not a chance. I think I can manage to clear my schedule without filling it up with stinky purple dirt."

"Fine, have it your way." Impulse smiled. "I better get back to harvesting - uh, to doing things. Boomers meeting after this?"

"Yeah, in a couple hours. I still need time to go find out what explodificating nightmare-machine Zed's got cookin' up in there." Tango looked longingly at the iron door.

"Not right now! Remember, we're not done 'end raiding' yet!" Impulse warned.

"Oh, right, uuh... Watch out for that shulker!"

Impulse dodged the nonexistent shulker shot and took off, soaring towards his base. "Thanks for the heads up, buddy!"

"Not a problem!" Tango called after him.

He winced at how loudly his voice echoed across the sand, but he had a feeling that the noise of explosions and reconciliation would be more than enough to cover the sound.

[petitelepus]

MTMTE Helex and 30

WARNING; CANNIBALISM, EATING SOMEONE ALIVE, GORE, ROBOT BLOOD, ENERGON, DO NOT READ IF YOU GET SICK EASILY!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

"Alright, team!" Tarn started, getting every Decepticon's attention to him. The feared leader of the famous Decepticon Justice Division looked at his team as he took the remote and clicked the huge projector on, showing their next traitor.

"Our next target is infamous coward ChainWreck. Like their name suggest they left their position as a front liner back at war and-" Tarn stopped suddenly and looked around the room. A second passed and he squinted his optics and turned his glare on one of his men.

"Dammit, Helex!" Tarn shouted and the huge con saluted his leader. "Yes Tarn?"

"Where in the name of almighty Megatron is your Conjunx? This is the third meeting they are late of!" The purple con shouted and Helex was honestly just as clueless as his leader was. "I don't know? It's not like I'm glued to them 24/7."

"Maybe you should be so then you wouldn't lose your Conjunx!" Tarn snapped and took a step back, quickly taking some calming inhales before looking at his teammate again. "I'm sorry Helex, I shouldn't have snapped like that. That wasn't fair of me."

"It's alright." The huge smelter said but he frowned and that didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team.

"Uuh, this doesn't belong to me but is everything alright with you guys?" Tesaurus asked and Helex frowned. "Nothing out of ordinary."

"C'mon Helex, this is a safe space." Kaon said and Vos spoke in Primal Vernacular and Kaon smiled a little, "Vos is right, you can tell what's in your mind."

"It's just...!" Helex frowned even deeper and grounded his denta together in frustration. "They have been avoiding me and been distant... And I fear they might be... Planning to run away..."

"Helex..." Everyone looked at each other sadly. The big guy was really in love with you, but if you truly wanted to get away... It would break his spark. But there was the big IF in the room that had to be handled.

"With all due respect, you do know what we must do if they have strained off from our holy mission?" Tesaurus asked and Helex nodded. Leaving Decepticon Justice Division was simple. You didn't. But if for some magical reason you decided to really leave for good then you would do it with your spark extinguished for good.

"Yeah... Just..." The huge smelter nodded and quickly wiped his face with his smaller set of hands, "Let me do it. I don't want anyone else to dimmer their spark..."

"We are here for you if you need us."

Helex smiled. He was truly lucky to have such an amazing leader, team, friends, and perhaps even family. Suddenly the door to the room slid open and everyone turned to look who dared to enter but they saw it was you.

"Hi guys." You greeted them and they all blinked in shock. You were covered in energon from helm to pede but worst was your face. Everyone looked at you and you kinda just whistled there like you were picking flowers and not covered in gore.

Helex felt his spark freeze and he quickly got up and ran to you, grabbing your arms with his bigger hands and your face with his smaller pair.

"Primus, what happened to you!? Are you hurt, what happened?! Who hurt you!?"

"Nothing! You should see the other guy. He is the one you should worry about," You snapped and your Conjunx let go of you and you frowned. "What did you do?"

"I got the traitor. ChainWreck? Dealt with him." You said and every Decepticon in the room blinked. ChainWreck was a huge tank and a coward? Yes, but you claimed that you had handled him all by yourself? You were barely as big as Kaon, how would you have managed that?

"You say you took down a tank, all by yourself?" Tarn asked suspiciously. You nodded and smiled, "The guy never saw me coming."

"Pardon my attitude, but I find it hard to believe you." The purple con said, "Don't get me wrong, I believe he didn't see you, but that you took him down yourself? I think I need proof."

It was clear that Tarn was suspicious of you, but you just rolled your optics, "You get your proof but first...!" You turned your attention back to your Conjunx and smiled happily.

"Happy Anniversary hot stuff!" You cheered and Helex stared at you with his crimson optics wide as a smile slowly rose to his face. "You remembered?"

"Of course! How could I forget the day you and I promised to be with each other until the day we wouldn't be?"

"But... If you remembered then why have you been avoiding me?"

"I was planning your Anniversary gift! I wanted it to be a surprise." You said and with a click, you opened your subspace and pulled out a gift packet wrapped in blue paper and tied with red ribbon.

You gave the gift to your lover and he took it happily. It looked just like any other gift-wrapped packet... if only there wasn't energon dripping from the packet's bottom seams.

"What the frag is in that packet?" Tarn asked but Helex and you completely ignored your leader as you stared at each other's optics.

"Proof of my loyalty and my love." You murmured just loud enough so everyone could hear and Helex's optics softened. Tarn blinked. "No, seriously, what's in the box?"

"Go ahead hot stuff." You nodded, "Open it."

The huge smelter looked at the box in his huge hands and used his smaller set of arms to open the lid. What he saw made his optics widen and spark swell in his chassis.

"You got me ChainWreck's brain module!" He gasped as he picked the module with his smaller hand and lifted it to the light so he could inspect it in its full glory. "It's even perfectly removed from the helm!"

"Only the best for my Conjunx" You cheered and Helex didn't wait any longer, he swiped you into his bigger arms and kissed you on your energon covered lips. The rest of the DJD averted their eyes, giving you the privacy you should have asked for, but were too horny to do so.

"You taste absolutely delicious...!" Helex growled when you two pulled back and you practically purred at him with your yellow optics gleaming, "Must be the fuel pump I ate."

"You ate the fuel pump? That's the juiciest part of the mech!" Your huge Conjunx smiled and you grinned back at him. "It was so plump, I wish I had you there sharing it."

Other Decepticons looked almost sick but Tarn toughened up and looked at you. "I hate to break the sweet moment between you two, but we must address the matter. Did ChainWreck suffer?"

"Oh, he did suffer. Really badly, might I add." You said and your leader blinked, "Don't tell me you-!"

"Oh, nothing like that Tarn!" You swatted your hand over air and the feared Decepticon sighed in relief. You smiled, "I ate him while he was stunned by my stun gun."

"He was alive!?"

"Oh yeah, they're the best when they scream." You licked your lips at the memory and rubbed your stomach. "So warm and juicy."

"I think I'm getting sick..." Tesaurus grumbled as he held his own stomach. That was so hypocritical of him, he put cons and bots alive into his blender and he was getting squeamish for you eating a traitor.

Vos said something, but you weren't fluent in Primal Vernacular like the rest of the DJD. Kaon took the Pet and left when the brain module was pulled out. But there was this another question that popped up.

"You didn't think I'd betray our Holy cause?" You looked almost hurt as you asked and Helex felt horrible for even thinking about it for a second. You frowned and grabbed his huge hands to get his attention and finally, he turned his optics back to you.

You smiled, "I’ll always be here for you, but if anything was to happen to me I want you to eat me. And of course, I expect you to offer yourself for me to eat if it goes another way around."

"That would be my honor. I can't imagine a better fate than being eaten by my loving Conjunx."

"Primus, are you two hearing yourselves!?" Tarn shouted in the background but the two of you completely ignored him.

"I didn't get you anything..." Your love said, sounding disappointed in himself but you smiled and pecked his hands. "It's okay. When you're done eating that brain module then perhaps... You could eat me out?"

"Why won't we share the brain and then eat each other?" Helex grinned back at you and you giggled as blush ghosted over your cheeks. "You huge flirt! Are you sure you're not on? Because you're making me feel hot~!"

"That's it!" Tarn snapped, "Everyone out! The meeting is over! And you two better shut your room door properly or I'm writing a warning to you two!"

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Last Resort.

How we coming along guys?!

...

Reactor levels are at critical! All available energy has been channeled into the high pressure inlets.

Great! Now all we need to do is hook Keebo up to the cannon!

Awesome work! Now I have one last job for you two...

Get out of here and get the people somewhere safe.

B-But the reactor’s unstable! If we leave now, there’ll be nothing to-

Who do you think you’re talking to! I’m Miu Fucking Iruma! If anyone can keep this shit under control, it’s me!

But...on your own...?

Sure on my own! I could do it with my damn eyes closed!

You really mean it, don’t you...? Alright then...We’ll make sure everyone makes it out ok!

Remember Iruma. You put a single foot in the wrong place, it’s goodnight for all of us...!

Don’t worry...I won’t...!

[Meanwhile, on the top of the Tower]

*pant* *pant* Where...!? Where is she!?

She has to be around here somewhere...

Ah! Up there!

...

*Mii-Yu is hovering above the tower, laser arm cannon prepped, and hovers down to be level with the group.

Tsumugi: Change of plan M11-YU. Get to destroying the tower after you kill those three!

Affirmative!

Uuh...! Ain’t that bad!?

No...this is what we want...! Even if we can’t take her in a fight...I’m not going to let Tsumugi control her...!

*Kaede takes a firm step forward.

Come at us!

!!!?

If what Miu said was true...all we have to do is remove that ahoge from her head, correct...!?

Yeah but that’s easier said than done!

Don’t think too hard about it! Just keep her busy!

*Mii-Yu soars towards the trio and aims her arm cannon. She charges it up and fires. Kaito and Kirumi barely avoid the blast.

Ngh!

!!!

*Kirumi quickly gets back on her feet and darts her way towards Mii-Yu. She reaches out and grabs her leg.

Kaede! Grap the other leg!

Got it!

!!!??

*While Mii-Yu is distracted with Kirumi, Kaede rushes up and grabs Mii-Yu’s other leg.

Kaito! Get the antenna!

HIRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!

*PEW!*

AAAACK!

*Before Kaito can grab the ahoge and rip it off, Mii-Yu suddenly shoots a laser beam from her eyes and almost fries him!

*PEW!* *PEW!”

AAH!

DRGH!

*Kaede and Kirumi barely manage to avoid the laser themselves when Mii-Yu turns her head and blasts them too.

Ngh! This isn’t working! What do we do!?

...!

*Mii-Yu aims her cannon at the other two when suddenly...!

Huh?

!?

Choppers!?

*About 5 attack helicopters suddenly appear off the edge of the tower and start shooting at Mii-Yu. The one closest suddenly has it’s side door open.

Hey! Look over here!

Sh-Shuichi!?

What are you doing here!?

The Future Foundation got an SOS call from Miu! We’re here with backup!

!!!!!

*As Shuichi explains himself, Mii-Yu suddenly whirls around and charges up a laser beam from her eyes, aiming it directly at the attack helicopters.

NO!

NGH!

*Before the laser can shoot any of the helicopters down, Kaede tackles her and knocks her out the way, grabbing her head and aiming it elsewhere.

...!

Wah! WAAAHAHAAAH!

*Mii-Yu suddenly becomes airborn and carries Kaede up with her. She then grabs her and throws her back down to the ground!

EEEEK!

KAEDE!

I GOTCHA!

*Before Kaede can go splat on the ground, Kaito rushes up and slides, successfully catching her!

!!!

AAHH!

AAAH!!

*However, as he does, Mii-Yu suddenly aims downwards and shoots the ground near them. A shockwave is created that blows them both back, almost knocking them off the tower.

AAAAH! I-I just realized how high up we are!

Kaede! Hold on, we’re coming!

*The helicopter with Shuichi in it pilots itself to the edge of the tower, ready to catch Kaede and Kaito should they fall.

Ngh...

Come on! Get up!

*Kirumi helps Kaito to his feet. Kaede clambers to her.

COME ON MIU! WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG!?

You called!?

*As if by fate, Miu suddenly appears on the top of the tower.

Miu!

Hey! Shuichi! Get down here and help me out!

Right!

*The chopper with Shuichi in it flies down and Shuichi hops out.

What do you need me to do?

...

Take him and hook him up to this massive fucking gun!

W-Won’t that kill her!?

Nah, trust me, she can take it. It’s an electro-cannon, not a laser.

!!! *ZRRRT!* *ZRRRT!*

GUYS! IT’S NOW OR NEVER!

RIGHT!

RAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!

*Letting out shrill battle cries, Kaito, Kirumi and Kaede all lunge at Mii-Yu and grab her. The robot flies up, just able to take their weight, and tries to shake them off!

Don’t let go! Whatever you do, don’t let go yet!

NGH! S-Stay still...!

Come on Miu...!

I’M TRYING!

*Miu steers the cannon and locks onto Mii-Yu, still trying to shake off the other three.

NGH!

RGGHG!

NNNGH!

...Aiming...! Aiming...!

THERE! LET GO NOW!

WAAAH

AAAAGH!

ARGH!

*At the same time, the three of them let go of Mii-Yu and fall with a thud to the ground below.

!!!?

TASTE THE RAINBOW MOTHERFUCKER!

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!!!!?!?!??!

*Miu launches the supercharged Last Resort at Mii-Yu, and it hits her dead on!

...!

*She falls from the sky and lands with a clank on the ground.

...

...

...

Are you three ok!?

*pant* *pant* That was...WAY too intense!

Did...Did we win...?

...

...Only one way to be sure...

*Miu cautiously approaches Mii-Yu and reaches out to grab her antenna...but before she can grab it.

...

!!!!!

UGH!

*Mii-Yu springs back to life and punches her in the stomach!

MIU!

*PEW! PEW! PEW!*

AAAH!

DUCK!

*Mii-Yu suddenly starts going haywire and starts shooting at everything in sight. With almost no additional effort, she shoots down all attack helicopters in quick succession. She then turns sporadic lasers towards the rest of the tower. Kaede and the others all duck for cover behind the turret.

N-No...! It didn’t work!

What...what do we do now...

...?

*Shuichi suddenly gets a call on a walkie talkie. After ducking away from the lasers, he answers it.

Ms Kirigiri said she, Uchui and Mona have evacuated everyone from the base of the tower...! She says we should retreat.

B-But what about the Tower!?

Face it Kaito...it’s over. The tower’s done for.

...

...

...

...

...No...I’m not finished yet...

Miu?

*Miu suddenly gets to her feet.

I’m the entire reason that this whole mess started...if not for me, there’d be no need for the Future Foundation to act...

If not for me...Mii-Yu wouldn’t have ended up like this...I’m not about to let this end, or the guilt’ll eat me away...

Miu! What are you doing!?

*Miu emerges from cover.

Where’re you going!?

You fool! Are you trying to get yourself killed!?

If you stay here any longer, you could die! Call another chopper and get the hell out of here!

What about you!?

I’m gonna stay and sort this out...! I won’t run away...!

Miu! Wait! You can’t-!

...

...!

...You know...whenever I talk about taking responsibility, I usually mean something else...

Guess my final enemy is you, huh Mii-Yu?

Not bad...

!!!

MIIUUUUUU!!!

*Kaede screams as Mii-Yu lunges at Miu, and takes what would be a fatal swing, as Miu steels herself to take the blow.

???: NO!!

...!

...!?

*There is suddenly a large shockwave in the air as Mii-Yu’s blow is suddenly blocked.

???: Not again...!

...?

*Miu stands up straight and looks at who defended her...

...

K-...Keebo...?

...

Hehehe...

[salamanderskin]

Cold Hands, Warm Tea (Caduceus)

Cr//iti/cal R/o/le fanfiction m/m Fjord is becoming aware that his feelings for Caduceus are beyond ‘platonic healer friend who mentors him in a new faith’. It’s harder to hide it when Caduceus is sick and miserable.  A fluffy getting-together sort of sickfic. This one got away from me into 4k of plotless snz and fever because I will go down with this fjucking ship.  Someone please give this a title. 

It’s still strange to have a home to call their own. Strange, but nice. Their own sitting room where they can drink as much as they want, as late as they want, without the intrusion of strangers. Caduceus’ cooking is better than their usual fare on the road. Fjord likes that he can take his boots off and armour off and feel as safe as he ever feels. 

It’s late. The fire is low, the lamps are lit and the remains of dinner on the dining room table have been pushed aside for a game of cards. The only real early bird of the group is Caduceus, who has long since turned in. Caleb is in his room with  a book, Jester is in her room with the Traveller. That leaves Beau, Yasha, Fjord and Nott around the table with some time on their hands, for once, and a lot of shit to talk.  This suits Fjord just fine. He needs a distraction from the changes in his life, something to occupy his thoughts from the Wildmother, and from Caduceus. When he’s giving as good as he gets with Beau, he’s less likely to ask a stupid, revealing question like, “Have you ever been in love? How did you know?” 

They glance up as one when they hear feet on the stairs- a distinctive tread that speaks of a heavy frame that moves lightly. Fjord knows it intimately and looks up with a smile as Beau calls “Caduceus, that you?” 

 “Yeah, it's me.” The firbolg’s voice is deeper than usual and soft. Fjord feels his heart warm at the sound of it. It is a voice that always brings kindness. 

It is unusual to see Caduceus wearing more than a light jacket over his silk shirt. Right now he is wearing a blanket from his room around his shoulders like a shawl, gathered in one fist around him although it’s barely cold in the house. His long hair is loose and mussed, making an untidy, rose-coloured halo. 

“I'm not disturbing anything, am I?” Caduceus asks, ever polite. 

“Not at all. What are you doing up?” Yasha inquires.

The firbolg sighs and sits down on the remaining empty chair. “I'm having a hard time sleeping. I think I might be getting sick.”

Before Fjord can query, the firbolg draws a deep, unsteady breath and gifts them with an expression that is uncharacteristically uncertain- brows lifted, lips parted and gaze hovering near the ceiling-  followed by a soft miserable,. “Uuh- ishhhoo!” of a sneeze. He directs it over his shoulder and returns his attention to them with a sheepish sniffle.

This earns a  “Whoah, alright, we believed you already,” from Beau and a “gesundheit” from Nott. 

Fjord rises and comes to look at him, arm on his shoulder. “What kind of sick, 'Duceus?”

“I don't know, it doesn't matter. I just thought some company would be better than lieing in bed awake.”

“Why don’t you ask Jester for some healing?”

Caduceus wrinkles his nose. “Oh, no need to interrupt her tonight. I’ll see if it develops into any-” His voice goes airy and a tone higher as he tries valiantly to finish his thought “into-anyth-ii-ng-ISSHoo! Heh, excuse me.” 

Fjord cringes and averts his eyes as Caduceus whisks out a bit of cloth and turns to wipe his nose with a sorry sounding sniffle. 

“You sound shitty.” Beau pats the firbolg firmly on the back- a little too firmly, since it makes Caduceus start and cough. This is high sympathy and affection coming from her, and they all know it.

It makes Caduceus smile at least. With his blanket shawl and his long limbs tucked into the slightly too-small chair, he looks worn and sleepy. Fjord watches him shiver, swallow, wince as though his throat is sore. Then Fjord feels like a creeper for watching so closely. It’s been getting increasingly hard not to stare at their companion, no matter what state he’s in. 

“This is medicinal.” Nott holds out her flask of liquor. “And it’ll knock you right out. Best thing if you can’t sleep.” 

 “No thanks.” Caduceus shakes his head, predictably. “Maybe just some water.”

That Fjord can do. He manages not to leap to fetch it, but he’s glad he’s the one who moves first because that means he’s the one who gets to brush his fingers against Caduceus’ as he passes the glass, he’s the one who gets “thanks, Fjord,” and a grateful smile directed his way.

What he’d like to do, when Caduceus sniffles again and rubs his eyes in sleepy discomfort, is to bring him to bed and lay with him until the shivers ease. To give him the same warmth Fjord had received from him when Uk’Otoa’s nightmares raged. Fjord hadn’t felt shy then, but he feels shy now. So instead opens another bottle of ale and deals the cards between himself, Nott and Beau while Yasha chats to Caduceus. Eventually Caduceus clears his throat. “Think I’m going to turn in now. Thanks for the company.”

“Sleep well,” Yasha says. 

Fjord ads, “Night, ‘Deuces. I, uh, hope you feel better.” 

“Hah. Me too."

………………….

Fjord pauses at the door of Caduceus' dwelling, straining his ears for sounds of movement. He doesn't want to wake his friend if Caduceus has managed to drift to sleep. 

Jester, in full cleric mode, has already come and gone this morning, having given Caduceus a healing spell, a potion and a plate of cookies which remain uneaten. Fjord recalls her face scrunched in a pout of disappointment that her spell didn't immediately return to their friend to fighting fitness .She reported that his fever is down from blazing to merely uncomfortable, leaving him drowsy and restless 

"And I was gonna sit with him and read, and sing to him and stuff, but I could tell he didn't actually want me too. He's just suuuper tired right now so if you go see him you gotta be quiet," she told Fjord, eyes serious. "He might like to see you though, you could talk about Wildmother stuff."

"I think I can manage that." Fjord agreed. "If he gets worse, I'll definitely let you know."

So here he is, feeling a little awkward hovering on the threshold of Caduceus' bedchamber.

Fjord has been spending a lot of time in the tower garden but has never had cause to step into the little wooden shelter Caduceus prefers to an actual bedroom in the house. He doesn't want to invade his friend's privacy, but is desperately curious nonetheless. He wants to know everything about Caduceus. 

He knocks very gently and waits for a response.

"Hey." A soft voice and the sound of a body rolling over. 

"Don't get up-" Fjord begins, but the door opens for him.

Caduceus Clay greets Fjord with a pleased smile that is at odds with the gaunt look of his face. Fjord's not sure how someone with fur can be pale, but Clay has managed it, with the exception of a flush of colour high on his cheekbones. His eyes are over-bright and his poor nose looks chapped and sore from rubbing. 

"Fjord!" Caduceus says fondly. "What can I do for you?"

That selfless, innocent question is so utterly Caduceus that Fjord is stopped in his tracks. It's a lucky thing because when Caduceus wavers, suddenly lightheaded, Fjord is right there to catch him with both arms and bring him in for a hug which is more about keeping him upright.

"Whoah!" Fjord stumbles and swears, straightening them both. "I got you"

The Firbolg takes his own weight back but doesn't disengage from the embrace. His head drops to Fjord's shoulder as he takes a deep breath. The warm huff of air makes Fjord shiver. 

"Oh- sorry- think I stood up too quickly." "Looks like it." Fjord agrees. "Fuck. Come on, sit down." 

The firbolg has only a low futon mattress on the wooden floor, as simple and spare as the rest of the room. The rest of the space is filled with the pots containing seedlings he had determined required a little extra nursing- a sentiment that today describes Caduceus himself. Fjord lowers them both onto it and turns to give his companion a closer look.

He pushes the firbolg's hair from his face and feels fever heat radiating through his fingers and where their bodies touch. Jester's right, he's not in any danger, but he looks miserable, an expression so unfamiliar on his good-natured face that all Fjord can do is hug him again. 

"Mm. S'nice." 

It's more than nice. Fjord closes his eyes, breathing in Caduceus' scent and savouring the moment. They rest in the embrace for a long minute until Caduceus sniffles softly and first and then more insistently.

"Uh oh.." he murmurs, pressing a hand under his muzzle.

"You okay?" Fjord queries.

"Yeah- just-" His expression goes vague and then crumples into a fit of sneezing.

"-ISSHoo-!! hhisSShww!- ISSHwww!" Soft and with hardly a breath between them. 

All Fjord can do is watch and feel the tug on his heartstrings as Caduceus sneezes and sneezes, shuddering hard as he smothers them into his elbow.

He surfaces, apparently finished, and manages to murmur a "ugh, scuse me-" before he is overtaken again. 

Eventually he is able to blow his nose and stop the fit, giving Fjord a sheepish look over the handkerchief followed by an exhausted groan.

"I'm so sorry. Looks like Jester's spell is -snf- wearing off."

"Bless you." Fjord sighs. "You sound rough."

"Yeah." Caduceus agrees softly. That's typical Caduceus, too, neither dissembling nor seeking sympathy, merely accepting the fact. 

"Can I do anything?" 

"Hmm, I don't know." He shakes his head. "I can't think." 

"What about some tea? You always drink tea." 

His ears perk up a little as he considers. "Yeah. Good idea. I- I might need you to heat the water. I don't have any spells in me at the moment."

Fjord agrees at once. He notices Caduceus' tea set and kettle on a little stand but without any means to set a fire underneath. Fjord doesn't have any warming spell himself so he takes the kettle down to the kitchen to heat it the old fashioned way.

When he returns he is surprised to find his friend wandering the garden. He has put on a knitted sweater but his hunched posture still speaks of chill.

"'Duceus?"

"Hey." And a smile.

"What are you doing up?"

The firbolg clearly needs a second to think, visibly reaching through the fog of fever. "Getting some herbs. For the tea." 

"Oh. Can't I do that for you?" 

Caduceus nods vaguely. "Got to get the right ones. For healing. I'll get them. I'll teach you for next time."

Something irrational in Fjord's chest says there won't be a next time, because I'm never gonna let you get sick again. He doesn't know how he'd manage that, of course, but the sentiment remains. That said, it might be good to learn some healing herbs. If nothing else it'll give him a reason to spend more time up here.

Caduceus turns away from his harvesting to sneeze weakly into his cupped palms. He finishes with a whole-body shudder that makes his teeth chatter with cold.

"You should be in bed." 

Thank the Wildmother, Caduceus doesn't argue the point but gathers the handful of leaves into his palm and looks towards his room. "Yes. Yeah. Sorry, I got- distracted- there." 

"It's okay. Come back inside and we'll make that tea." 

Fjord loops his arm around the firbolg's waist to lead him back. He feels Caduceus lean on him in a way that suggests dizziness or maybe just fatigue. He feels the heat bleeding through the layers of their clothes. If it's making Fjord uncomfortable from the contact then Caduceus himself must be miserable with it, even if he's currently in the shivering phase. 

Fjord adds the herbs to the teapot, while Caduceus seems very glad to settle on the bed once more. He collapses all the way down and curls in on himself as he shakes with chills. Even with his hands in his armpits and his legs tucked up like a child's, he can't seem to get warm. Fjord pulls the blankets around him and that helps a little, but he still lets out a soft whine as a wave of chills passes over him. 

It just about breaks Fjord's heart. He goes to sit on the bed as if drawn by a tether, his arms going to Caduceus' back and rubbing heat into him through the blankets. 

"Hey. Hey. It's okay. What do you need?"

"M'okay. M'just cold." 

"The tea's ready. Can you sit up and drink some?"

Caduceus Clay and his family make tea not exactly for a living, but as a byproduct of their profession and their faith. Under normal circumstances Fjord would never dare to make a cup for him, but these are far from normal circumstances. It's not that he thinks Clay would judge his tea-making, exactly, but he wants so badly for the firbolg to think well of him. 

It seems unlikely that Caduceus can taste anything at all right now. He sits with his back leaning against the wall and their thighs touching on the bed. He holds the cup under his nose and breathes the stream. His slender, slit nostrils flare slightly, like a cat's, snuffling more and more rapidly, until he has to pause between sips to scrub the heel of his hand underneath his muzzle. It doesn't seem to be helping much. 

"Can you h-hold this for me?" 

He thrusts the cup at Fjord with a waver in his voice that makes Fjord take it automatically. 

"Thadks-" it's an octave higher than Caduceus' usual bass, drawn tight by a flurry of panting breaths. "heh… ehh…. heh'ISSShooo!"

"Bless you!" 

Caduceus waves a hand vaguely, pressing the other up against his nostrils. "Scuse-" He manages. Oh, his eyes are watering. He looks desperate and sniffly and full of cold, and Fjord can't do very much about it but watch as his breath hitches- hitches- 

"Chiiishhhoo!" And again, eyes slamming shut as his body jackknifes forward. If he'd been holding the tea, it would have been everywhere, that's for sure.

"hah-CHIIShhoo!" 

He surfaces with a watery, apologetic sniffle and takes the teacup back. "Nggh. Thanks, Fjord." 

"Bless you." It seems inadequate for how tired Caduceus seems. 

"Thanks." He says again. He drains the rest of the tea before any other mishap can befall it, and slumps tiredly to one side. This leaves him with his head leaning heavy against Fjord's shoulder. 

"Is that okay?" 

"Of course it's okay." Fjord soothes. He can feel the fever heat from the firbolg's brow and the back of his neck as he shivers. It's not unpleasant, he just wishes he could will it away. What he can do is reach his hands around and smooth the back of his fingers against the firbolg's cheek. He hopes for it to be soothing but his friend jumps in his arms, pulling away with a soft whine. 

"Sorry! Sorry!" 

"Your hands are c-cold."

"They're really not." Fjord sighs. "Come on. Lie down again now." 

With a little hauling and shifting of blankets he is able to settle Caduceus back on the mattress. It's not that 'Duceus is resisting, he's just lax with fever, and seven feet of Firbolg is a lot to manhandle. It's worth the effort to see him sigh in relief, even if it is punctuated with sniffles as he rolls over to bury his face in the pillows. 

Fjord steps back for a moment and takes stock of his patient. Caduceus lies on his belly, smothered by blankets that are not too thick to hide the occasional shudder running through his form. All that beautiful hair is vibrantly, ridiculously pink against the white cotton, tangled from all the commotion. His ears peek out from the strands, low against his head in misery. 

Another set of sniffles from within the covers, then an uneasy "uh oh-"  heralding another sneeze. It doesn't come at once but teases, leaving Caduceus to scrub his face miserably into the pillow and make soft, frustrated sounds on each exhale until he finally works up to a cleansing, "HeYSSSShhuh!" that makes Fjord cringe for his poor throat. 

"Fuck…" Fjord sighs, and tries not to listen as the firbolg blows his nose. It's a sniffly, uncomfortable sounding affair. He tries not to think of Caduceus' physiology as animal, exactly, but his slit nostrils are somewhere between a cats' and a cows', and hardly seem designed to handle the congestion.

"Ugh, I'm sorry Fjord. I'm no good to anyone like this." 

That's the last straw for Fjord's beleaguered heart.

Before he knows what he is doing, he finds himself crawling the length of the mattress and gathering the firbolg into his arms. There is a rush of heat and sweat from the lifted blankets but it is more than worth it to get Caduceus' head cradled against his chest, the weight of his body draped slack across Fjord's legs and curling into the warmth of him with another shiver. 

It feels so Goddamn good that Fjord's chest gets tight. 

Caduceus has gone very still.  The shivers stop as their shared body heat blossoms under the blankets.

"This is… new" He says tentatively. 

"But good, right?" 

"Yeah. It's nice. It helps a lot, actually. I think I needed a hug." 

Of course he does. Caduceus has always been tactile, ever ready with a hug and a kind hand. He never pushes it on anyone else, meaning that Jester gets the bulk of his physical affection. He grew up a big family and then has been alone for a long, long time. No wonder he craves a little comfort when he's not feeling good. Fjord feels like an ass for not recognising it before. 

In a bid to make up for lost time, Fjord presses a kiss to the crown of his forehead. Caduceus shivers again, but perhaps not with cold.

Inevitably, Caduceus’ sickness intervenes again, lest they forget what had brought them together this way. 

"Uh, Fjord…" 

Fjord has seen this cycle enough times to correctly interpret that hazy, ticklish squint and groping hand. He passes a clean hankie just in time for Caduceus to tuck it over his muzzle and shiver a soft, miserable "hhisSShww!"

He can feel Caduceus shudder with it, feel how much it takes out of him in this fevered state. 

The firbolg recovers more slowly now and his eyes remain unfocused. Gods, his pupils are like coins. 

“I think my fever’s up again.” Caduceus adds helpfully.

Fjord snorts. He may not be a healer but the heat radiating from the firbolg's skin is like sitting beside a brazier.

"Shall I call Jester?" There must be more magic they can pour at this problem, surely?

"Needs to save her spells. In case something happens." Caduceus explains. "She's coming this evening."

"Okay." Fjord doesn't like that much but apparently there is nothing to be done. Caduceus is selfless but he isn't a martyr or a fool. If he says there's no quick cure, Fjord believes him. It just really fucking sucks. 

He wishes he had picked up some healing magic along the way, but that wasn't what his patron had in mind, so he does what he knows how to do. 

That involves a cold cloth for the firbolg's brow and another to wipe down his neck and chest. Plenty of water to drink and another cup of tea, cold this time. Ensuring Caduceus always has a handkerchief to hand and a fond blessing when he sneezes. 

Caduceus lies placidly through all of this, a ghost of a smile on his lips in spite of it all. How he remains so good-natured, Fjord will never know. 

Fjord considers leaving him to get some sleep, but when he makes the suggestion Caduceus manages a very good impression of a wounded puppy even as he says, "Oh. Sure." 

So they end up together in the bed again. 

Caduceus is far too warm to snuggle in, but he lies on the mattress with his head resting on Fjord's arm so that the half-orc can smooth his sweaty hair back from his neck. It's almost perfect. Almost wonderful. It's been a long time since Fjord has lain with anyone like this. He watches the Firbolgs eyes weigh shut with a deep tenderness he hardly knew he was capable of, and presses another kiss to that burning brow. 

"You comfy? As you can be?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I-" Caduceus raises his head, looking up at Fjord with big pupils, fever flushed cheeks and a peculiar determination. Looks like Caduceus is steeling himself for something. 

" 'm far too loopy to think now." The firbolg begins, placing each word as if he has to retrieve them individually from the fog of fever and they lay them out before him. "But this is really nice. We should do this again...so I can… enjoy it properly." 

A long speech from someone hazy and half-asleep. Fjord feels his lips tilt into a delighted, probably goofy, grin. He is very glad Caduceus can't see it from this position.

"Yeah. I'd like that too." 

No reply this time. Caduceus Clay is asleep and snoring softly on his chest, and Fjord couldn't be happier.

[a-s-levynn]

5, 1, 80, 22, 84, 47, 53, 18, 94, 48

*I totally used a pseudo random number generator :p *

Thank you so much for asking this many!! I love this list so much. Also random number generators are valid with a long list like this.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? I just answered it!

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? Well it atually was yours here on tumblr. But other than that: “It is really delicious” from my brother

18: Do you believe in karma? Oh i do. Well i usually don’t call it that but the idea is the same. I think the world balances itself out in it’s own way.

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? I did, it was fun but i don’t know if that was the company or that i was really far from being sober. It’s kind of a miracle non of us drowned that night really. Also that lake is just... okay it wasn’t that bad back then but now i wouldn’t put my hand in it even in a rubber glove. I’d probably wouldn’t do it again, definitely not while sober and i try to stay that way these days. But it was fun.

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Douxie. I don’t think i have to say more than that.

80: What size shoes do you wear? US             UK             EU 8.5             6.5            39             Which is funny given that i’m not that tall (160cm)

84: What is a saying you say a lot? Uuhh... i don’t know? Maybe that “I’m not a smart kid” or “I probably can’t say anything smart about this/that” or something along these lines. Oh yeah i used to say that “For everybody their own fate is the hardest” but i don’t think i said it in a while to anyone.

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? Oh come on... i want to hear their music not have sex with them. Okay i probably wouldn’t kick quite a few of them out of my bed but i have no idea? Most of them whom i like have family and kids and it is just weird to think about this? Can i trade the sex to a drink of their choice and an hour of conversation?

I’ll put the rest under the cut, because it’s starting to get long. Also the next two questions are a bit more personal and i’m more comfortable with them this way.. Well i could have chickened out of them with way shorter answers but than what’s the point doing these ‘ask me’ things? One of them is about my sexual orientation, it’s long, it contains somewhat stronger language and it mentions sex? I have minors among my followers now so i’m trying to be considerate okay? If you are small don’t read it!! Or whatever. Who am i to talk?

53: Do you save money or spend it? The thing is that my mom can’t really send me money for quite some time now so now i have to manage to stay above water somehow by myself. I save money when i can and rarely spend it on anything else but essentials. Well i pay for one game monthly but that’s it. Sometimes yeah i buy small things but i have to keep a strict check on my balance. I just don’t make enough at the moment to save and spend as well. There are months i barely get out above or at least on zero. All depending on how many days i can work the given month and how many discounts i can catch. So yeah. I’m actually too broke to spend money most of the time.  

48: What’s your sexual orientation? Uuh now this is a hard one. I don’t even like to talk much about it that often but i can be a little bit open sometimes about things like this. I don’t really like labeling myself as this or that because i’m not exactly well versed in the terminologies especially these days. And they are limited in meaning and i really don’t feel like looking it up all of them because ultimately it as important as what i ate for breakfast. Meaning it’s not important at all. At least for me. I know it is important for some and i respect that. You do you, let me do me. We are cool. I get that people need short codes to absorb information easier. Or triy to identify themselfs easier. I’m people too. I just don’t consider myself a person sometimes. I’m just me.

But i talked about enough nonsense already so i’ll try to give you a brief picture why i was and still am a little bit confused with sexuality for time to time. Mind you it really doesn’t bother me that much, it is what it is, it’s a part of me and it will stay that way. And it isn’t a big part of my everyday life anyway. But maybe some of my followers feel similarly, and this can assure them that they are not alone or something? I don’t know. I just feel like i’m at a point in my life when i can somewhat coherently write this down, because i know some key points.

In addition, i’m born female, but i really couldn’t care less about my gender. I don’t mind being called ‘sir’ wich happens on occasion, i don’t care if i’m considered along with the guys in a group or if i’m treated as a lady for that matter. I go as a female in general because of simplicitiy’s sake but i really don’t care.

So first as an unassuming wee teenager i thought i’m bi because i didn’t make a differenc between girls or boys. But then not much later i realized i practically could sleep around with anyone if i’m in the mood which comes and goes like a tidal wave. Just not as often. So then i though i must be pan obviously. But to be perfectly honest i really do not care about the person i’m with or if i’m with anyone at all or just by myself. It’s more like: my body needs a release but that’s pretty much it. Sex doesn’t really gives me emotional satisfaction, but almost exculisvely physical. I do not have an actual emotional respose to sex. I don’t mind it, far from it but it just... it’s almost like eating a toast or something? If that makes any sense?

And then there is on side of the swing with the fact that i’m really not getting romantic feelings for anyone. I tried so hard when i was younger but it’s just not there. I thought i had crushes in like elementary and highschool but later i had to realize it was just like... either some innocent form of admiration or purely physically sexual interest? I mean i can see when a person is handome/pretty or nice; funny and charming and all, and i realize i like that in people but that’s it. No butterflies in my stomach or whatever. But i intellectually do understand romance, i get why people like “romantic” things and such. I get it, they are nice but.. i don’t know, i don’t feel it. And then back to the other side of the swing. It happens that i look at someone and go hell yeah you look nice, i’d gladly let you fuck me or i’d fuck you without a second guess for that matter. And act upon these thoughts have been known to happen. But then again i always have this weird feeling afterward that i should feel something about the person i was with but.. it’s missing? Like completely. It doesn’t matter if it’s a complete stranger or someone i know. And it makes me feel weird, a little sad and a tad disgusted about myself. In addition i actually really do enjoy flirting with people regardless of the outcome. If something comes out of it then why not if i have a mind for it at the time but if it’s just almost inncoent fun, even better. That way i’m not going to feel weird about myself. And then there are times when i can’t even think about people in that regard without feeling nausea. I mean these periods can last for months or even years. And at times like this i just don’t want to be tuched in a way like that or tuched at all. I just want to be left alone.

So i just adapt to whatever my brain and body negotiates for the next period of time and act and behave accordingly of course within reason. Maybe this is why i’m out of the dating and partner finding scene for years now. I don’t care about having a partner right now. I have a few friends and that seems enough for now. I might be somewhere on the A spectrum in some regards but i wouldn’t dare to outright say that either because reasons above. I don’t know, you guys can label it if you feel like it but i’m okay with it as it is.

So put it simply: it’s just really fucking confusing sometimes, but hey this is how i am, to my knowledge i never actually harmed anyone with it, so it’s all good, you know.

[saiilorstars]

Princess

Ch.3: March

// Part 1 • Part 2 // 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female OC

Chapter Summary: As time passes, whatever is happening between Chloe and Bucky seems to solidify. During a birthday party, 2 very different thoughts come to each of their minds. Chloe wonders when exactly is Bucky's birthday while Bucky wonders when, oh when, will he get to dance with Chloe?

Taglist: @ocfairygodmother​ @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel​ 

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A/N: I literally have no idea where this came from but it did and now here it is :))

"I can't believe Steve had the audacity to be born on the 4th of July!" Chloe wouldn't believe it even though she learned that piece of information a very long time ago. It was simply too ironic. She shifted her body on the ground but there was no possible way to be comfortable in the training room's dirty ground. She was just too tired to stand up. "The nerve of that guy, honestly." She smirked when she heard the heavy footsteps coming towards her.

"Please don't bad-talk my best friend." Soon enough, Bucky was towering over her with a staff in hand. "And get off the ground, will you?"

Chloe propped her upper body up with her elbows. "Make me."

Bucky pointed the staff at her, his warning look doing nothing for her. So, naturally, he poked her left shoulder until she lost balance in her left elbow and she fell flat on her back. Now he was the one smirking.

"That's not funny!" Chloe huffed and pulled herself up from the ground.

"Got you up, didn't it?"

"I really hate you." Chloe reached out for the staff but he pulled it behind his back. "And I meant what I said about Steve. Like, is he serious?"

Bucky very seriously nodded his head. "I think it's pretty serious, yeah."

Chloe shook her head at him. "You are really something, you know? But that's an argument for later. For now..." she sauntered up to him with a innocent smile on her face. "The party — your thoughts?"

"My thoughts about a party that Stark's organizing?" Bucky raised an eyebrow at her. "You're kidding me, right?"

Chloe rolled her eyes at him. Her fingers started dancing their way up Bucky's arms until they came to rest on his shoulders. "I meant...what do you think about going to this party together?" She knew it was a testy question that could potentially lead to some disagreements, but she had to ask.

The question quickly unsettled Bucky. "Chlo..." He pulled away from her but made it seem like he was simply putting the staff back in its place. "We agreed on how this would work best for now."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm also not suggesting a full-on public date." Chloe folded her arms over her chest. "I still owe you dinner, after all." Bucky looking back at her with a smirk did make her relax a bit. He wasn't upset. "Look," she brought her arms to her sides as she walked towards him, "I know that this—" she gestured between them, "—is fairly new and you don't want to bring a lot of attention to yourself so if that's it then...okay. I just had to ask."

With a sigh, Bucky turned around. "Hey, it's my problem, not yours. Everything is always about me and, yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. I'm sorry."

Chloe shook her head. "I don't need an apology. I get it, trust me. Your health comes first," she brought a hand up to his cheek. "But I will see you at the party, right? Tony's making it—enforcing it, really—a 1940s party."

"Of course," Bucky rolled his eyes.

"He says we all have to come dressed for the part. I'm excited." And it showed on Chloe's face too. Her eyes dazzled once she started going on about the opportunities to get dressed up for the occasion.

Bucky let her go on until her face would turn purple from how fast she was rambling. Nobody would take the fondness from his eyes. He would love to take her to that party as his girl. He had no doubt that she would look like an absolute angel in whatever she decided to wear.

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When Tony announced his proposition to host the surprise birthday party, everyone immediately presumed it would be something over the top. Seren specifically warned him not to even try doing something along those lines. Steve wouldn't want it and much less desire such attention.

The party was within the compound's ground and even then Tony still managed to go above and beyond. For one, the damn party wasn't even inside, it was out on the grass. And truth be told, things did look very nice. Twinkling string light bulbs hung from one wooden pole to the next, adorning the corners of the party. Several tables were set up but what really got one's eyes was the clear dance floor in the middle. An old fashioned band was playing softly with the tune that only the 40s could produce. Everyone was dressed as if they were actually in the 40s.

"It looks nice," Chloe hummed with the sight she and Seren had before them.

"Yeah, Tony outdid himself," Seren nodded. "And he kept it subtle. I will give him his credit. I just hope we got the clothes right..."

Chloe did a double take at her own dress. "I mean..."

"I can confirm that they are indeed," Bucky came around to greet them but more specifically to get closer to Chloe to see what she had chosen to wear tonight. He wasn't disappointed in the least.

She wore an off the shoulder, sky-blue satin dress with a v-neckline. She chose no necklace and inadvertently (he presumed) showed off an exquisite view of her neck. Her long tresses of curls had somehow been tucked into shoulder-length do that he often used to see on the girls back then. A soft pink shade stained her plump lips and cheeks. She looked like an absolute doll.

"Really?" Chloe was unusually doubtful of her appearance. "Seren and I...we're not the most normal of girls..."

"You're telling me," they heard Seren say, "You have an alien tech piece in your head and I'm actually an alien."

Bucky couldn't help but laugh. "Well, nobody can tell a thing. But listen, the, uh, birthday boy was asking for you."

"Really?"

Chloe barely held in her snort at how obvious Seren was being. If Bucky saw it too — unless he was suddenly blind — he didn't make it clear.

"He's inside," he nodded to the compound behind. "Must have missed him but I'm sure he's waiting for you."

"Uuh...I guess I should go find him..." Seren started backtracking. Her hands came to press against her dark emerald dress. "Chloe, do I look okay?"

"Yes," Chloe assured her. "Green is your color, now go!" With a beam, Seren hurried off. "She's hopeless," Chloe said afterwards with a heavy sigh. "One of the smartest woman I know and it vanishes all for a guy."

"Well..." Bucky swayed his head, the smirk coming to his lips like an automatic instinct.

Chloe whacked him on the chest. "Don't even try it with me. If I remember correctly, you were pining for me."

Bucky had two options and the first one involved wasting time bickering over something that was clearly true. Being in public, especially at a party with the rest of the team, meant their time together was extremely limited. They had to be very careful how they acted in front of others, they had to watch their words too and how loud they were about it.

"You look beautiful, doll." He wasn't going to waste any second.

Hearing his words had Chloe's faint pink cheeks turning brighter. "I got the appearance right, then?" She gently patted a tucked curl near her right ear. She didn't want to say it so bluntly that she tried her best to look like one of the girls Bucky would see in his time. Maybe he would think it was stupid or something.

"Absolutely," Bucky nodded. "If you'd been in the era, you would've had all the boys after you."

Chloe chuckled. "Really?"

"Look at you — who wouldn't want a dame like you?"

"I am so close to swooning right now," Chloe laughed out of sheer embarrassment. She brought a hand up to her mouth in hopes of keeping her laugh quieter. Her other hand came to rest on Bucky's arm, an act that she wouldn't consider dangerous. "Is this how you would get girls in the past? Because if so..." her face scrunched as the struggle to say the truth got to her, "...well done," she said through gritted teeth.

It was Bucky's turn to laugh. "I accept all congratulations."

"You jerk!" she whacked him on the arm. "Egotistical jerk!"

"Hey honey, I'm just taking the compliments you're sending my way."

Chloe shook her head at him. Of course he would say something like that, and of course she wouldn't mind it. "You look handsome tonight too." Because like her, he'd gone back through time with an old dark blue suit. Chloe truly appreciated how nicely it fit that she had to remind herself to not stare so much. "God, this party is going to kill me. Thanks a lot, Steve."

Bucky smiled. "I don't think this is his fault."

"Mhm," Chloe folded her arms over her chest. "So, when's your birthday?"

"What?"

"Your birthday, when is it?"

"Why the sudden interest?"

"Because I want to know when I have to start planning your surprise party."

"Ah, I don't think so," Bucky shook his head. Unfortunately, he was long past celebrating his birthday now. He was genuinely happy that Steve could still celebrate his. "I'm not very much into it anymore."

"Not even for me?" Chloe pouted. "I promise I'd make it a fun party."

"Oh, I know that you would."

"C'mon, give me a clue or something."

"There's no point, Chloe. Don't waste the night trying to find the date."

Chloe huffed, clearly put out that he really wasn't going to tell her anything. She looked past him towards the dance floor. There were a few people dancing already, amongst them Sam — of course — and Wanda who had the unfortunate luck of being his partner. Chloe almost laughed. Her eyes then flickered back to Bucky.

"Ask me to dance," she said quietly.

Bucky looked over his shoulder to the dance floor. "Oh Chlo..."

"Don't tell me 'no' please," she touched his flesh arm and gave it a light squeeze.

"You know I don't want to say 'no'..." Bucky hated the disappointment that crossed her angelic features, "But it'd be too much display."

"C'mon it's just dancing. Look at Sam and Wanda over there," Chloe discreetly nodded at the pair who were having the time of their lives trying to figure out how to dance to the different tune. "No one would think twice when they saw us. I don't know how to dance your music but I sure would love to learn it from you."

Bucky smiled at her. He'd love to dance with her just like he used to in the old days. Holding her and swinging her to the music. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

Chloe sighed. She didn't want to argue, not when she knew that he was just being cautious. "Okay," she patted his arm. "I'll just...be around then." Bucky nodded. It was the best thing to do for them. She smiled briefly at him then walked off.

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Tony Stark knew how to throw one party. Even though the rhythm of it was, at times, a bit too fast for Steve, he did make it clear that Tony had done a good job.

"I just can't dance like that," he told Bucky but it wasn't that big of a secret.

"Well..."

"Be quiet! I don't need the commentary; a simple nod will do." Steve exhaled deeply and gazed out to the dance floor. He had tried his hand at the swinging steps but it seemed like he needed some more practice.

"Ah, you'll be fine if just go out there again. I'm sure Dimples wouldn't mind another round," Bucky was barely able to hold his smirk in. "It's a good thing she's got some extra alien strength because stepped-on-toes from you is a whole other world of pain."

"Ha, ha," Steve rolled his eyes but Bucky could see the flush in his best friend's face. He had not planned on making a fool out of himself in front of Seren but, as usual, things didn't go his way.

"You'll be fine," Bucky clapped his shoulder. "I've only been here a few months and even I know what's going on. Just go, apologize, and then ask her to dance again. Something tells me she'll say 'yes' again."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

Steve turned to Bucky, his expression deadpanning. "I know there's something going on between you and Chloe."

Because he was a master at a straight face, anyone else would think they'd just made the wrong assumption. "Come off it, punk. Me and Winters?"

"Yeah, you and Winters," Steve mimicked his tone. "I'm not an idiot. First, you stop the sessions and you're even worse with the attitude. Then, you start the sessions again and you actually start smiling again. Seriously, I'm not an idiot."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Steve studied his best friend's face but it seemed like something on the dance floor had caught his attention. "So, you're okay with the fact Stark is now dancing with Chloe?"

Straight-face begone. Bucky knew there was no way in hell Stark would ever try something with Chloe but he wasn't going to stand there and say he loved watching Chloe giggle as Stark twirled her around. She'd definitely found a dancing partner and it wasn't him.

"Ah, it's a good thing you're not involved with her because that—" Steve pointed a finger at Chloe and Tony, "—would definitely piss me off."

"Go find Dimples or something," Bucky muttered and moved on himself. He didn't want to be angry, he didn't want to be upset at all but it was a mighty hard thing to do when Chloe looked like she was having the time of her life. If he'd said 'yes' to her earlier, that would've been him making her giggle. He would've had the privilege of dancing with her. It was his unfortunate luck that Chloe didn't even realize he was watching them.

She was just having fun dancing.

"Is this how you dance with Pepper?" she couldn't stop laughing, even more so when Tony yanked her up to him.

"No, she would've smacked me for trying to spin her in the first place," he answered calmly.

"You're terrible!"

"But a good dancer." Tony had the audacity to smirk at her. "Admit it."

"You want to know something? This song isn't even from the 40s," she smiled sarcastically. "Last time I heard, Fernando came from the 70s. You're about 30 years off."

"I like the song." And just for show, Tony had dipped her.

Chloe laughed loudly again. "Show off."

"Definitely." Tony pulled her back up. "But also a good dancer."

"Yeah, I guess so." Chloe wouldn't say that as much of a good dance he was, she would still rather dance with someone else...someone who was wan't all flesh.

~ 0 ~

As the night progressed, the party went on as planned. There were drinks served and the traditional birthday cake along with gifts here and there. The night was soon winding down but the music wasn't. Chloe, however, wasn't part of the dancing anymore. She'd moved away after dances with several people.

She'd come into the kitchen for a genuine break on her phone. She was all comfortable when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind.

Bucky let out a howl of laughter when she yelled with true fear. She whirled around with the angriest of faces. "Son of a bitch, it's you!"

"Ooh, my girl's got a colorful vocabulary," he reached out for her arm only for her to smack him twice on the chest.

"That wasn't funny!" She breathed heavily until something struck her. "Did you say...am I...?" She tucked a curl that was beginning to loosen up on the bottom of her hair. "Am I your girl?"

Bucky straightened at the question. He didn't even realize he said that so casually, so...automatically. He supposed he'd believed that was true a while ago. And looking at Chloe's face, he couldn't bear to take it back, not even to calm the nerves that had risen in the last few seconds.

"Yeah, if that's okay with you," the words nervously tumbled from his mouth.

Chloe seemed surprised but thoroughly enlightened. "Y-yeah, I just didn't think you thought of me like that."

"What—"

"You've just always been deflective about...us, which I totally understand!" Chloe ended up exclaiming. "This thing's not very...normal." She swallowed hard. "I never want to place labels where they don't belong."

"You have to understand that if I'm deflective it's not because of you..."

"Oh, I know, it's not that big of a mystery to know that you still think with that mentality." Again, I'm not accusing you, I'm just...treading lightly."

"Being cautious," Bucky understood that perfectly but he hated that Chloe had to force herself to act that way because of him. "You know that you don't have to go through any of this."

Chloe sighed. "Bucky—"

"You really don't. Of all the things wrong with me, being blind isn't one of them. I see heads turning your way all the time."

"Oh c'mon—"

"I'm serious!" Bucky walked her up against the kitchen isle. His hands came to rest on her waist, keeping a tight grip around them so Chloe wouldn't try to get out of the situation (literally). "You know back in my day, there was always one girl that all the guys drooled over..."

"Oh, and let me guess, you got her?" Chloe smirked even when he gave an understandable sway of his head. She laughed. "Of course!"

"I'm not making up excuses but she was really pretty..."

"And you were the alpha male," Chloe rolled her eyes upon the smirk that crossed Bucky's lips. "Seriously..."

"She was the alpha woman," he shrugged. "And in this situation, in this era, you are the alpha woman."

"Now we're getting somewhere I like," Chloe smirked just as proudly as Bucky had seconds ago.

He chuckled. "Of course you would, but the point is that you're the alpha woman which means all eyes are always set on you. Me, however, I'm nothing like that anymore. I have an endless baggage that you have no business being dragged into. You don't need to be here, Chlo. You can be out there—" He pointed behind him in the party's direction, "—having fun."

"I did have fun," Chloe said with a casual shrug of her shoulders. "But I'd have more fun if you were out there with me. I don't care about this alpha nonsense. That's so last century. You're in my time now, sweetheart." She dragged her hands from his chest to his neck. "And in my time most girls don't date a guy because they need to, they date because they want to. Because they like the feeling of doing things like this..." She pressed a feather touch kiss over his lips. "Among other things." Her body was pressed against when she went in for a rougher kiss. "So it's about time you stop thinking that I'm here because I need to be. You make me feel good. I want to make you feel good too."

"I do," Bucky gripped her arms, for one moment deliberating whether or not to step away from her. "Really good sometimes, actually."

Chloe did not hesitate to smirk at him so openly. "Only 'sometimes'?"

He had to pick the girl with the mouth, didn't he? He sighed. "Chloe..."

She giggled. "I'm kidding...for the most part. C'mon Bucky, let's not do this. In all these words we've said, I'd like to stick to the parts where you said I was your girl and where I said that you make me feel good. Are those not the best parts?" She came to lean against his chest, leaving her arms draped over his shoulders. It was unclear if her expression had softened purposely or not. Either way, Bucky knew he was a goner.

"Yeah," he ultimately agreed with her. "I guess I just have to try harder to be someone you deserve."

"I think you're doing a fantastic job," she smiled up at him. "You've been working hard to recuperate but it's going to be a long process so...maybe taking one night off wouldn't hurt you." There went that soft look again. Maybe it was done on purpose.

Either way, once again, Bucky lost. He took her chin with his fingers and placed a light kiss on her lips. He loved her smile afterwards. She should always be smiling. "How about we dance?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

Bucky nodded. "I think it's about time I take my girl out for a dance."

Chloe barely contained her excitement and the only reason she eventually did was because she had a brand new idea. "I'd love to...but not out there."

"What? But I thought that's what you wanted—"

"Are you kidding me? My reputation is ruined after that dance with Tony! I'm going to have one very important conversation with Pepper tomorrow and it'll involve my deepest condolences for her feet!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at her. "You didn't look like the dancing was bad."

"Yeah alright, but I still don't want to dance out there."

"Then where...?"

Chloe grabbed her phone on the isle then took his hand. "My room."

"What—" She had already tried pulling him but, of course, that wasn't possible until he would give in. "Chloe, I don't get it. You were so upset earlier that I didn't want to dance out there and now you don't want to dance outside?"

Chloe shrugged. "I change my mind a lot. I want you all to myself. Got a problem with that?"

"...no, I absolutely do not." It was at that moment that Bucky finally let her pull him away. "Hopefully nobody notices that we're gone."

Chloe snorted. She brought him into her room and walked up to her dresser. "Oh please, they're all too drunk."

"Steve can't get drunk."

"Yeah, but he's not exactly focusing on us tonight. Not while Seren's in that dress — you're welcome, by the way!"

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her. "You did that for us?"

Chloe was all too smug about it. "For her, of course, but making sure she looked good meant that Steve wouldn't pay any attention to the whereabouts of his best friend tonight."

Bucky stared at her long and hard while she went through her phone. "That is...sneaky...and attractive."

"Of course I am." She finally found what she was looking for on her phone and planted it on her dresser. "And so we'll have all the time in the world for dancing."

"I like the sound of that but I'm not sure there's enough space for a proper spin..."

Chloe chuckled. "It's alright, I'm kind of done with 40s music for now, but I'm still going to hold you for that dance later on. I'd rather show you some of my favorite songs..."

"And what would those be?"

Chloe pressed her finger to her phone and had 'Everybody Wants to Rule the World' playing. "1985," she swayed on her own for a few moments. "Everybody wants to Rule the World. Iconic."

"Never heard of it," Bucky's 'joke' was met with a deadpanning look that brought his laugh.

"You must have missed it while you were, uh, brainwashed." She held her hands out for him to take.

"Must have..." He grabbed her hands but slowly let his hands wander to her waist while Chloe's draped over his shoulders. "Different," he said after a moment of just swaying. "Everything's so different, even simple things like these."

Chloe nodded. "I'm sorry, but I promise to show you the best songs of the decades. And, if it makes you feel better, I wasn't even born when this song came out. I heard it way afterwards."

Bucky chuckled. "Yeah, it does make me feel better. The lyrics, though...they're a bit..."

"Serious? Yeah," Chloe shrugged. "It's all about power, what people desire..." She looped her arms around his neck. "What do you desire?"

For the first couple of minutes, Bucky said nothing. He stared at her with an unreadable expression. Ever since he had a more clear mind, he really didn't know what he wanted besides getting rid of everything Hydra packed into his head. It wasn't all that simple anymore. He wanted more. It wasn't a clear list of what he wanted but he knew — he was absolutely sure — that it would heavily involve Chloe.

The music sounded like it was louder with the silence that fell over them but Chloe didn't press for an answer. She quite liked the moment of simple dancing. While others often claimed she loved attention — which wasn't a complete lie — this wasn't a different type of attention she was receiving. It didn't make her feel like she was on display. Her insides felt like they would turn into putty if Bucky didn't stop any second now. Was this what an actual dance felt like? Your partner was supposed to look straight through you? Through your firkin soul?

"Whatever I desire, it'll include you," Bucky finally answered her. An immediate smile crossed Chloe's lips. He leaned closer and left a soft kiss on her forehead. His lips lingered over her skin when he asked, "What about you?"

"Mm, I'm not sure." But the way she smiled indicated the opposite.

"There's gotta be something. What is it?"

"Well, maybe there is something."

"What is it?"

"I...want to know when your birthday is."

Bucky blamed himself for not seeing that one coming. Chloe giggled when he spun her around so that her back was against his chest. "Why so much interest in that?" he murmured against her ear. "Can't you go asking the computers or something?"

Chloe felt his arms gripping her waist. "Yeah, but I want to hear it from you. C'mon, are you afraid of the party I'd throw you? Because if it's that, rest assured that I would tailor it to your likes."

"I just don't see the importance of it when I'm like 90 years old."

"Aw, you're cute..." Chloe reached up to pat his cheek, "You think you're only ninety years old."

"I'm leaving it at that number!"

"So you have vanity issues. Not surprising since you used to be an alpha male."

"Chloe..."

Chloe started humming to the song and focusing more on swaying. For a minute, Bucky let it be. He couldn't get enough of their moment. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Chloe tilted her head back and lazily smiled up at him. "Much better than dancing outside."

Just as she said that, the song ended but they continued to dance as if it hadn't. They didn't need the tunes.

"You were right," Bucky agreed. Simply unable to help himself, he kissed along her shoulder.

Chloe loved the sensation of his lips pressing against her skin. "I'm always right," she hummed. "Learn that. It'll save you a lot of arguments in the long run."

Bucky laughed. "Whatever you say, doll."

"And you should start..." Chloe wiggled her way from his arms to turn around, "...by telling me your birthday."

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Nope!"

"Let's just play another song, yeah? Show me what other music I've missed out on." Chloe smirked. Bucky got the faint feeling that she was up to something. "I have been trained to be a deadly assassin but that face—" he pointed at Chloe, "—actually scares me."

"I'm honored." Chloe stepped back and started undoing her tucked curls. "I'm getting that birthday date out of you."

Bucky was outright bemused. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, but enough of this 40s stuff. I look good but it's not my thing. I'm doing this my way now." Chloe shook her head and released her long curls down her back. "21st century me."

"And what does that entail, exactly?" Bucky struggled not to laugh as she came up to him.

She hummed and tapped her fingers up his chest. "I'm rather convincing. Ask around."

"Oh, I know you are," Bucky nodded. "What do you have in mind?"

Chloe smirked at him. "Sit down." She backtracked him a couple steps towards the foot of her bed.

Bucky had to laugh. She was so demanding and he loved it. "But—"

"Sit. Down. Sergeant," the sharp words flew from Chloe's mouth.

He probably shouldn't be getting that thrill but he was against ending it, so...he sat down. His eyes never left hers. "Now what?"

Chloe seemed to consider her options. Truth was, she was admiring him. She often did that while he wasn't looking. "I don't know, I'll come up with something." She pressed the sides of her dress down then promptly sat on his lap. "I'm sure I'll come up with a good idea."

"Scary," Bucky bopped her nose.

Chloe put a hand over his cheek and leaned close. "Is it August?"

"No."

Chloe's lips were close enough to brush over Bucky's when she guessed again. "September?"

"Not even close," Bucky whispered to her. He barely held his smirk in at her clearly disgruntled face.

"October?"

"Nu-uh."

"I'm going to figure it out," Chloe swore and this time Bucky chuckled. "I will."

"Yes you will, doll. You've got a few more months to go through." He kissed her lower lip. "My detective."

"You jerk," Chloe narrowed her eyes at him.

Bucky nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "I don't hear another month being asked about?"

Chloe felt his breath tickle her jaw. She let her eyes fall shut as his lips ghosted over her skin. She was far too weak for him. "N-November?"

Bucky chuckled at her breathless guess. "Absolutely not."

"Aah, I really hate you."

Bucky pulled away enough to meet her gaze. Chloe waited for a smart-mouth response from him but all he did was stare at her for the longest time.

"...March," he whispered. Chloe's eyes were widening when he added, "You figure out the day."

Chloe beamed. "I can do that." She grabbed the sides of his face. "The 1st?"

"Nu-uh!"

Chloe scrunched her face. "I'm going to figure it out." She planted a kiss on him. "And for every day that I guess, I'm going to get a good kiss out of you, do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Bucky smirked.

"The 2nd?"

"No."

Chloe dove for another kiss. Bucky held her tight to thoroughly kiss her. They were each going to have their own type of fun.

[daraanna]

“Arranged Love”- Part five „Remedy”

The first thing he saw after opening his eyes was black lines. It took him a little while to realize that it was someone’s hairs. However, he was still too sleepy to do anything about it. He felt comfortable lying on the bed and embracing the sleeping figure by his side. He closed his eyes again and drifted off to sleep. Moments later he open  eyes realizing in what position he is. Sarada was cuddled into his torso with her head resting on his left arm. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was calm, even though her cheeks were still slightly swollen after yesterday's crying.

For a moment he admired her. She looked charming and beautiful, but it didn't change the fact that they were far too close. Suddenly he felt warm, but tangling out of the sheets wasn’t a simple task, in addition, the girl's hair was practically everywhere, getting up without pulling one was impossible... He tried to move away from her, but she snuggled into him even more, letting out a soft sigh. Cute. But definitely not decently given their current relationship. He made another attempt to evacuate  from the bed, but the next time he looked toward her, he saw her onyx-black eyes wide open. She looked at him confused, when she realized what had happened, she let out a squeal and tried to move away from him. However, some of her hair was under his back, which caused her to fall again on his torso.

"Uh ..." he heard her soft whine.

“Uuh ... I think we need be more careful ... I mean ...” he said while she covered her face with her hands.

“R-right ...” she replied, slowly moving away from him as far as her hair length allowed. Boruto got up slowly from the bed, untangling all her hairs that got in part of his night clothes.

"I'll go and check on breakfast," she said and leaved the room in hurry. The blond only sighed.

Things got awkward again.

...................................................... They ate breakfast in silence, which was interrupted by black-haired girl.

“Um ... I thought ... Maybe you would like to go on a horse trip. You said you liked riding ...”

For a moment he looked at her curiously, but the girl stubbornly stared at her own bowl of rice.

" Is there a stable here?" He asked, finishing his own food.

“Not very big, nothing like this in the palace ...”

"It’s fine ..." he replied smiling slightly.

........................................................... The stable indeed wasn’t a big building, in fact at first he thought it was a warehouse. The stables in the imperial palace housed over fifty pure-bred horses, this have place for four ... And now there were three. Two warmbloods and one workhorse, that was all he have seen, because as soon as he entered the stable, the stallion get crazy and almost broke the door of his cubicle. He was standing outside the door waiting for his wife. Sarada arrived shortly after, wearing light pink pants and a red kimono reaching up to her thighs, girded with white obi.

"Everything is fine?" She asked, approaching him.

"Yeah, I was waiting for you," he said, looking as the girl opens the door of the stable. His gaze fell on her back she had Uchiha crest on it. All the clothes she wore at the palace were either decorated with the Uzumaki sign or without any symbols. He felt weird. He knew that his advisers would probably find this unacceptable. On the other hand, he felt that the fan looked right at her, especially when they were in the land that had belonged to her family for centuries.

"I will lend you my mare, okay?" his thoughts interrupted her voice. Black-haired girl was already in the cubicle of the grulla horse combing his fur. Next to them stallion went crazy again.

“I doubt that Sharingan let you saddle him...”

He  nodded, slowly heading next to his wife. Still, he couldn't look away from the tall black horse on the other side of wooden wall.

“Sharingan? Like this breed? He asked, stroking the gray mare gently.

“Yes, he belonged to my papa ... This is the last horse that remained from breeding after ... After the fall of the Uchiha clan. Papa didn't see the point of giving him another name “ she said, giving him a bridle “Her name is Chidori, she shouldn't be making problems.”

It didn't take long for them to prepare for the ride, though he was quite reluctant after Sarada announced that she would take this black devil from behind the wall. However, to his surprise the horse obeyed her completely. It did not change the fact that the horse was twice her size, he has powerful construction, and its black fur in the rays of the sun seemed to have a red glow, giving the animal the appearance of a demon. Looking at him, he began to understand why these horses were once the pride of the Uchiha clan, they were perfect for fighting with both their build and appearance, which aroused fear in opponents. Chidorii was a much smaller  horse, but she was faster than Sharnigan. After fifteen minutes of gallop they slowed down as the road began to lead upwards. It was not overly steep and structurally adapted for horse riding, but it was covered with grass and moss, as if it had not been used for years. At the top of the hill were only the ruins of the temple, but from this place they could see the panorama of the whole Naka. The town was not large, but the meadows, forest and wide river surrounding it from the west gave it a fairytale- like charm. Sarada get off horse and led him to a small trough at side of the temple. Boruto did the same, but he looked with a distrust at the pump from which she drew water.

"It is fresh," she told him, "it used to be the main mouth of the water. This temple used to be the centre of Naka ... "

For some reason, it didn't comfort him at all. He knew the history of his country, at least some part. However, probably everyone knew about what happened here thirty years ago. One night, the Consul's army levelled Naka at one night, killed all the members of the Uchiha clan who were in the village at that time.

The irony of fate was that on the graves of so many people, was built a health resort.  

........................................................... It was probably midnight and he was still awake and looking at the ceiling. Sarada was lying on her back on the other side of the bed, sleeping completely peacefully for the first time in three weeks. Unfortunately, her rest was interrupted when a group of nurses burst into their room. At first he was mad at them. But before he could say anything, the black-haired girl was already awake, she covered herself with a blanket and ran somewhere. The only thing that he managed to do is to catch one of the arrivals and order explanations.

"The man was find the river, he is in a critical condition," she replied briefly and ran towards the clinic. After putting on his coat ,he followed them too.

There was chaos here, mainly caused by other patients who gathered in the main hall to watch the performance. Two women and Sarada sat over the body of a boy his age, maybe younger.

"Where is Shizune?" He heard his wife's voice.

"She left to buy herbs from  Oto, she has not returned yet," replied one of the nurses.

“Other doctors?”

“ We sent for them, however, it will take some time before they get here ...”

"Are you sure he was conscious when you find him?" Black-haired girl leaned over the boy and looked at his chest. Bare chest. For some reason, the boy was only covered by sheet. Boruto didn’t like it, but not like what he saw moments later, when his wife tilted the head of the stranger and without any resistance touched her lips to his, and started pressing his torso with her hands.

“He loses pulse and breath, in addition, he undoubtedly has hypothermia, where are these heated stones?”

The nurses, ran for something again and Sarada kissed the patient again and continued this thing ... He had no idea what to think about it, some of him felt jealous of seeing what was happening, another more rational told him that it must have some therapeutic use. But most of his mind was too shocked to do anything.

At some point, water flowed from the boy's mouth. The nurses quickly turned him to lay on his side. His breathing returned, however, he was still unconscious.

Seeing this Sarada wrote something on small paper and give it to one of the women present in the room dressed different from the rest of the nurses.

"Prepare this solution, you will have to give it to him twice a day when he wakes up," she explained, but after a while she took the card back again, changing something on it ”Um ... Now it should be good ...”

The woman looked at her in surprise, but ran to do what he said.

At that moment, a black-haired woman get into the room, and immediately began to examine the patient. Sarada breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her.

“Shizune?” She asked quietly.

"It doesn't look bad," the healer replied, "I have done a good job ... I'll take care of the rest."

His wife stayed in place for a while. When she finally stood up, it was obvious that she could barely stand. Instinctively, he ran up to her and, embracing her in the waist, helped stabilize her movements. They left the room in slow steps.

"It was horrible" she replied, when they get to the corridor. "I've never healed anyone myself before ... To tell the truth, I never was good at it, especially herbal medicine."

Despite her words, the blue-eyed man looked at her with admiration, he witnessed how she saved someone's life. Although he felt the way she shaking with nervousness and fatigue now. Slowly step by step they reached the exit from the clinic, but the black-haired girl suddenly stopped at the basket standing just by the door and grabbed the clothes from it. Looking at the robe she was holding, he couldn't understand what she was doing. It was very dirty with mud, probably originally white material sewn in an unusual for Fire country pattern. However, on the back of the clothes was an embroidered clan symbol which he found familiar. The moon and the sun. He looked at Sarada. She was terrified. Then he remembered. It was Otsutsuki clan sign. That means the boy who was in their home came from  the  Moon country.

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So this week episode of Boruto will be about Sarada learning medical ninjutsu and believe or not It had been my headcanon that she would struggle with learning it even if she has great chakra control XD

What else... I hope my description of CPR isn’t confusing I wanted to show how it would like to look like from the perspective of person who have no idea what is happening. Also please forget the fact that CPR didn’t exist in this form at this time... 

Also I curious if anyone have idea who our mysterious stranger will be?

Happy Easter! I hope all of you are save and healthy.

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[peridoch]

INSTINCT - Dabi X Reader (NSFW)

Shout out to all my Dabi fucker fellows!

This fic was inspired by one of my favorite pieces from @kazooli the Aphrodisiac scenario with Shiggy (here), and the headcanon about Dabi being a tease tease tease mean bastard UwU

The moment I read it I thought "what if it was Dabi" and then this fic was born /o/ Hope y'all enjoy it!

Plz be gentle I've never wrote anything before, let alone in english, so there's that. But I'm glad I did it. Share my thirst, if you may.

Words: 2.189

"I screwed up" 

Your heart pumped blood into your head in slow, painful bumps.

"What do we have here -" the criminal steps into a strip of light, revealing a wicked grin before fading into darkness again. You can smell him as he gets closer. He stinks of blood and body fluids. As your eyes adjust to the light, you can see the kind of alley you ran into. Dead end, shit.

"Looks like I got lucky" 

He says, anticipating his prey. You immediately try to run, but you feel an irrational fear growing in your gut. Your heart is racing, your limbs won't move, what the hell? Adrenaline spreads down your veins when you think of the mission.

“Easy now, cupcake". The man walks towards you. "Useless to fight it”.

Your eyes widen up in disgust as his hands reach to your shirt

"Uuh, buttons... Bonus round... Ever met a Puppet Master before, dear?" He takes your silence for an answer and goes on, savoring the moment. You sense he's done this countless times before.

"That's right, I command your instinct... The second you got a sniff of my scent your body knew who's the predator.. and who's the scared.." he rips off a button “..little..” he pulls out the last one “..rabbit.” 

Your boiling rage makes you regain some control. Who this scumbag thinks he is? Even though you can't use your quirk you manage to punch his nose and get away, leaving his face a bloody mess.

"A FIGHTER huh?! GOOD, I like that!! Show me MORE of it! It's been a while since I met some... Resistance."

You feel your anger fade down, along with all your will to fight and run.. almost as if.. you had no self preservation instinct. "Shit, this fucker's messing with my head" 

"HOW ABOUT THAT? Hahahahaha! Wait until you beg for me to fuck you"

As he closed his mouth, a wave of heat ran through your core, leaving you staggeringly weak. Dang, you could swear it only gets this hot around-

Blue fire blows up the nearest wall finishing your thought for you; as well as revealing your shirtless, useless partner

"That was about time you came" You burst out angrily at Dabi. He's a sight to see though, casting blue fire upon your assaulter, and you enjoy watching him scream and burn. 

"This was the last of them" He mutters before acknowledging you. "So how was your end of the.. hey-" Dabi darts your way, noticing your tattered state.

"I'm okay" You try to stand but your body is crazy sensitive and you cringe, bothered by even the scrape of your clothes. He rolls his eyes.

 "I don't have time for this" before you can even gasp, the bag with the goods from the mission is on the ground and his arm is locked around your waist.

"WAIT DON'T -" You protest vainly while he lifts your knees, pressing you against his chest. It's no good, not in your current state.

"Don't you have a shirt?"

"You're one to talk" He mocks, blatantly staring at your lace bra.

"Don't forget the bag" You say, more an attempt to escape those eyes than anything mission related. 

The strain of the quirk on your body soon hits an unbearable peak. You're dead quiet in his arms, hoping he won't notice you're hot and bothered... But he smells so good you're starting to lose your shit. The scent of a man with spicy soft notes of cologne, cigarettes and smoke makes your head spin. You strive to keep your thoughts in check, but Dabi feels your discomfort. 

"Hell, I forgot to check again. You knew who was that last guy I charred up there?" This is his idea of small talk, but it'll do

"He called himself a... Puppet master or somethin' -" You say, plainly. But Dabi laughs. A wicked laugh, that sends shivers through your body.

"Wasn't he that serial rapist the news been nuts about?" He asks in a playful tone. You heard the news, but you stay silent.

"Word's out he called the cops himself every time, just to find the victims still trembling, sayin’ it was the fuck of their lives HAHAHA Guy knew his stuff" 

At his point he's clearly just messing with you, but you know better than to let him notice it's working.

"So did he use it?"

 Your heart skip a beat.

"Sorry I killed the guy before you got lucky-"

"Shut up" 

He always loved your honest reactions. He was just fishing, but the obvious blush on your face and how pointy your nipples were through your bra... He knew he wasn't seeing things.

Knowing that you were horny in his arms for the last half-hour is enough to arouse him out of his mind. From what he heard of that quirk, you must have been dying to do it this whole time.. Hell, you must be dying to do it right now. He feels his pulsing cock twist uncomfortably inside his pants. 

"You know.. I can make you feel real good" he says in a deep voice, stopping his pace.

"Don't". You know he can. You're painfully aware of it. Why did it had to happen just when you were building some respect with the League? And of all people why him? Whom you had more than a light crush on. No, not like this. Not because of some stupid quirk, that you were stupid enough to get caught in. No.

Dabi leans you down against a wall. Few people pass on the side street of the building but he doesn't mind them. He slides a hand on your waist, feeling up your soft skin. The little frown of pleasure you do is enough to make him flip, and your next breath is taken on his lips.

You feel him press so hard against you, your naked stomach on his hot abs while he kiss you with tongue, rough and thirsty, biting your lips like caramels.

He stops all of sudden, hovering over you, like he's having an inner argument. 

"I don't want you saying I took advantage of your... state… whatever"

You never heard him sound so conflicted before. Despite the shadow spot you’re in, his eyes are piercing through yours, bright and fiery, like he needs something. He looks downright intimidating, but your aching loins speak louder. You can't wrap your mind around letting go of his mouth.

"I won't..." you say in agony.

"I'm not convinced" he toys with you, but you feel his urge. You lean on him and bite his neck, tasting his charred skin, and the little groan he let out wipes your head blank. 

"Please" you whisper, licking his earlobe "Please Dabi" 

A heartbeat, and you’re swept off your feet and thrown over his shoulder like one big horny package.

"What? What you’re doing! Dabi!" You cry out in frustration while he takes you past the backstreet to the front of the building, ignoring your kicks.

"Put me DOWN!" You can't believe he'll reject you like this. He blows the lock in the entrance and burns the security cameras.

"Are you INSANE we're gonna get caught!" He takes the stairway, letting an exasperated sigh escape his lips

"Babe I don't mind doing you on the street, wanna go back?" He sounds hella serious, so you stop whining. Another melted door lock later, he throws your limp body on the floor of an empty apartment. 

There’s no furniture, no bed, only Dabi, standing on top of you.

“Tell me what you want” he says in a menacing voice.

Why's he making it so hard? Getting on your knees instead you unbelt his pants with shaky fingers. You hope he gets how bad you really want it. When you eagerly take his cock on your mouth, moving your tongue around it like you don’t wanna miss a drop of his taste, like you’re damn hungry for it, Dabi is frankly startled. You've always been quite the shy one, you had no business being so good with your mo-outh. The abrupt wave of pleasure that crawls his spine makes his knees falter, a moan scaping his lips before he can bite 'em shut.

You’re so proud of yourself. You look up to him expecting to be called a good girl, but instead he looks angrily at you. He didn’t like to lose control, not one bit.

Moreover, he'd waited enough to savor your vulnerable little body. 

There’s no hurry on his mouth when he bends down to assault your neck with wet, lecherous bites. You gasp, taken by every flick of his tongue. You barely notice your bra being literally ripped out of you.

“Hey I liked that one” you complain weakly.

“I liked it too” he smirks, moving down to your breast “You know what you did to me back there, babygirl? Huh?”

He sucks your nipple so good you think you’re gonna faint. You can’t manage any more than tortured moans untill, as if he had a merciful side of him, he reaches to your cunt. 'Wet' wouldn’t begin to describe your mess. As your hips move impatiently, two long, knowing fingers explore your entrance to what would be your G spot, if all of your insides weren't feeling like a G spot.

It'll be the end of you if he'd just keep nibbling your nips like he's doing. But he's not done yet. 

"You didn't answer."

"I.. what..?" Your mind is in shreds. You didn't answer what?

"You..." He rolls you over, making you face the floor with your butt high up, his hand so tight on your hips he'll leave finger marks.

“Tell me what you want”.

His dick touch your entrance and you can feel his pulse, he's not as in control as he wants you to believe. He's cruel, and he's heartless, and he's gonna fuck until he's tired of you if you say those words. Maybe even if you don't.

But you reach to your pussy and spread it open around him anyway. You can't tell what self respect feels like anymore.

"I want you to fuck me please...."

Your head is so red with shame, he can see your ears burning, you're the cutest when you beg

"Please Da- Oh"

His throbbing cock can't wait no more. You moan wildly with every thrust of his on your walls, making you helplessly tremble and clench tight around him. 

"Gotta work for what you want, princess" He pulls off and lays by our side, resting on his elbows.

"Ride me". He looks so bossy. Scared as you are, you're still determined to make him feel good, so you readily obey.. But he makes you stop. A small grin’s forming on his mouth, and his eyes are the shiniest you've ever seen them.

"With your ass." He lifts a brown, waitin' for you to yield. Your breathing is weak. He's so much to take. But get to see first hand Dabi's smirk undoing when you do position his dick on your butthole and slowly, trembly, take every inch of his lenght in. 

It's absurd how good you feel from this. You expected it to hurt, but to your overstimulated body it's like a drug.. best stuff ever... you can't help but ride him like a slut. He grabs your waist and rolls up to be on top again, his face stuck in the crotch of your neck to muffle his moans.

"Oh babe, fuck" he can't hold it any longer. He grabs both your wrists and press your fingers against his neck, his expression changing into a lewd trance as he asphyxiates. Slight threads of blue flame run upon his arms as he fucks you to the ground. You don't dare to move a muscle, afraid to get burned.

“You like it don’t you?” his pace is measured, he wants to make sure you feel everything.

“You like getting your ass fucked don’t you? Say it” 

You recognize the growing pleasure tingling through your body, while every low thrust of his rub your clit just the right friction, so nice you can barely take it.

“I do”. His ravaging your sensitive spots is overwhelming

“I like it, Dabi, fuck.... I do”. It feels like burning when you reach the strongest, roughest climax of your life, you could gladly die right there.

He can't bear to see how sweet you came from being fucked in the ass like that.. He groans and tighten up his grip while you feel your insides fill with his burning hot seed. 

...

You for once release his neck and run your fingers through his hair. He falls heavy but you feel so right. He allows himself a moment of warmth, shivering with his face between your boobs, before rolling away to the floor.

The room is filled with the panting sounds of your rough breaths and his own. 

“So....” he breaks the silence “best fuck of your life or...”

“Shut up” you laugh, throwing a teared blouse to his face. 

He rolls over you laughing, his lips right beneath your belly button.

“This time I'll get you on the mood my way” he says, lowering his kisses. You can't believe he wants to start again, but when his tongue meet your swollen clit you know he still can make you cum a few times more. 

“I don't need a quirk to get you begging” he purrs in a low voice. 

He’s right and you know it, and you hate it.

“I thought you didn’t wanna take advantage of me”

“Guess I’m an asshole” 

You let yourself lose all control under his mouth. In the back of your mind, all the red flags are burnt. If being his feels this good, then you wouldn’t mind being his forever. 

[stormyweaver]

I’m a lot less self conscious about posting sick-fic here versus... other sites, so, I’m gonna be looking through some of my little snippets I wrote, past and present, and just kinda putting them here. Hopefully some people will enjoy them! 

St*r Dew Sickness, ft. Penny and my OC Nathan 

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Winter. Nathan hardly detested the season; far from it, the time of year afforded him a grand opportunity to forage for a number of rare flowers, fruit and other wild goods. And with his animals nestled warmly inside of their barns, he really had nothing to fret over. Fishing and foraging would keep him financially steady, and the residents of Stardew never seemed to let the frigid weather damper their spirits (well, for most of them; some were down no matter what time of year it happened to be).

And, reluctant as he was to admit it, Nathan was beginning to understand the sentiment all too well.

"Hhh--... hHAH'Gshh! hhAHG'Shh! hheeh-- HEHGSHH!"

The farmer groaned wearily following the trio of sneezes, not even bothering to suppress an all body shiver as he dragged the sleeve of his jacket under his nose. His normally caramel skin had taken on an ashen paleness, eyes sunken in and circled with darker hollows underneath, straight nose chapped a raw, fleshy pink around the nostrils - all the glaring signs of a particularly nasty bug that just so happened to house itself in Nathan's immune system.

Still, sick or not, he had work to be done. A farm to tend to, errands to run, a life to uphold. Huffing out a hot breath against chilled air, Nathan tried his best to sniff back the contents of his mucus laden sinuses, raising a knuckle to gently but firmly knead at his itchy nose. Yoba, what he wouldn't give to just go back inside and lay down. His gaze drifted upwards, rheumy eyes scanning the blanket of white draped over his entire farm, another meager sniffle failing to stem the flow of his congestion.

Hands moved to grip the ax, heaving it into the air once more before thrusting into the dent already marking his previous work. Twice, a third time, but on the fourth up-swing, his nose decided to snatch every bit of attention with a sharp, prickly sting. "ehhh... hHEEGH-CHAAH!"

He directed the sneeze downwards, stumbling back with the sudden force and dropping his tool to the snowy ground, all but forgotten as his head tilted back with another series of hitching breaths. "hhhiih!... hehhh... heeEEHH!.... Oh, Y-Yoba, c-c'moohhhnnn..." This was getting ridiculous! And he must have looked just as silly; tears beading in his eyes, rosy, twitchy nose pointed straight into the air, fingers fanning the cold air in front of his face as he heaved and huffed towards the inevitable. He was so close...

"Hello, Nathan!"

Oh no. A breath choked in his throat, Penny's clear, melodic voice nearly slicing through the sneezy haze Nathan found himself trapped in. Nearly. Just a graze of his index finger against the tip of his nose seemed to flick the sneeze into fruition. Oh Yoba, not in front of her--!

"hhHEGSHH'Uuh! heh'GSHHhuu! h'eEYESHHhuuu! ESHHhuu!... ghhh," The first sneeze had thrown him forward, each following sending his body hunching closer and closer towards the ground. Well, at least he'd aimed them into his elbow; Harvey had been rather adamant about that in their check up last month. Back then, he'd been blessedly naive as to the sickness which now held him in it's itchy, dripping, iron grip.

In the pre-sneeze haze, he hadn't noticed Penny's presence shift. Not until peering up through watery eyes and catching the worry - mild shock, as well? - bending her pretty features. "Goodness - Bless you! A couple of times, I guess," She gasped, hands clasped in front of her but fidgeting with the hem of her winter coat. "Oh, Nathan, you really don't look well," The already rising lump of embarrassment claimed his throat tighter at her words, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper red.

With a tight sniffle, he managed a gruff chuckle as he straightened back up. "I'm okay, really, Penny. Just a... little chilly, that's all," Lying. Of course he'd resort to that, save enough face as he possibly could in front of the woman he'd been pining after ever since they'd met. Penny had a natural motherly aura about her, and so many more attributes had drawn him in like a bee to honey. He was absolutely ill in love when it came to the demure red head. But any other sick simply wouldn't do. Besides, he'd caught a ton of colds back in the city and worked through them just fine. This? Nothing but a bump in the road.

"Maybe more than a little. I hate to say it, but, you look like death warmed over," And she did wince with the observation, plump bottom lip catching between her teeth. Dear Yoba, why did she have to be so darned cute??? "Shouldn't you be inside, resting?"

Fingers rose to rub the back of his neck as he gave a gentle shake of his head. "Not when I've got so much work to be done. And I've barely even started the day... woke up a little later than usual," he murmured the last part, wrinkling his nose with another liquid sniffle as he cast his gaze off to the rest of his farmland.

"Well, then isn't that a sign? That maybe you need more sleep than you've given yourself?" He could catch Penny attempting to meet his gaze, a groan seeping into his chest. The tenderness in her words nearly melted away the biting chill that settled in his bones. Truth be told, all he /wanted/ was to sink in the sea of sheets and blankets waiting inside of his cozy abode, where he could sweat out this bug in comfort and peace.

"I mean... I just-- Uh?!"

Before he could muster up another lame deflection, a small, pale hand rose to brush underneath his bangs. Though sudden, the cool touch sent a shiver of relief down his spine, and for a moment he began to relax until Penny gasped. "You're burning up! Nathan, you're going to run yourself into the ground..." Bit by bit, Penny was chipping a hole in his defenses, already shuddering under the weight of a truly awful head cold. In the moment he wanted nothing more than to drag himself to the white flag of surrender, even if the other, stubborn-as-a-mule side of his mind would beat him in the ass for it.

However, he barely had time to contemplate hauling himself inside when another tickle flared up in his sinuses. Gentle and soothing as it was, Penny's fingers grazed the bridge of his nose just enough to spark that ever-present itch lodged in his nose. Panicked, Nathan shakily rose a hand up to Penny, stopping just short of grasping her shoulder. "Uh, P-Puuhhh... Peehhh...hhHHEH--!" There was no tease in this one. Nothing but a sharp inhale before Nathan's body yet again pitched inwards with a congested, "hhH'IIGCHUUh! guhh... iihhhHH! hhyeESHH'uh!Ohhh..." With little to no warning, and not wanting to startle Penny with a sudden shove, Nathan had directed the spray at the frost covered ground between them. The dive sent his head swimming, bent frame swaying to the side with a soft moan. "I-I'b sorry... snffl I couldn't warn'd you id tibe,"

The gentle sigh above his head sounded so far away, he almost swore Penny had turned to book it from him, completely disgusted. He wouldn't blame her. Imagine his surprise when he felt an arm hook around his own, gently guiding him upright again. A tender, albeit slightly chiding voice tutting, "Nathan Forager, you really are something else. Come on now," as Penny began leading him towards his house.

Sniffling a few times in succession, he couldn't bring himself to glance in the direction of those knowing eyes, a grimace twisting his own features. Here he was, a sneezing, dripping, sickly mess, and Penny was actually still near him. Touching him. "Peddy--" Damn it, he couldn't even speak properly! He sucked in a deeper sniffle, raising the cuff of his jacket to scrub away any excess threatening to drip from his nose. "Y-You really shouldn't... I cad bake it hobe fide, plus, I'd... uhhhh..." Never forgive himself if he actually passed on this plague to her? Never get over the embarrassment of her seeing him snotting all over himself? Never be able to look at her again without blushing as red as the ripe apples sprouting in his green house? Yeah, that about summed it.

"You're not used to having people help you, is that it? My mom is the exact same way. Never wanting anyone to think they're weak for needing help every once in a while," Her weight shifted, pressing closer against Nathan as they slowly ascended the steps to his front porch. "Well, I'll tell you the same thing I tell her: there's no shame in needing a hand every now and then. In fact, it makes you a lot smarter for asking, before you end up working yourself... well, sick,"

No wonder Penny wanted to be a teacher so badly. She certainly had the patience for it, although Nathan couldn't help feeling a bit irked at his own stupidity. A sore throat hadn't been so bad a couple of days ago, and maybe his body wouldn't be in such poor shape now if he had rested up then. As it stood, he just felt plain awful, a lethargy in each movement and word and thought that he couldn't shake with even the most forceful of sneezes.

Once inside, he finally detached himself from Penny (reluctantly) and sighed, passing a hand over his face. "Okay, you're righ'd. I... m'bight be bore thad a little tired," he admitted, raising his other hand to press tenderly against each side of his nose. A small smile formed on Penny's lips, not of triumph but more so mild relief. "I swear, I didn't feel this bad a few days ago. If anythi'g it kinda just, hit be all ad ond'ce," As did the trickle of mucus tickling it's way past his chapped nostrils.

Nathan sniffed sharply, clasping a hand over his nose as he trudged towards the coffee table. A small, blue box of tissues sat on the edge, and he plucked a good fistful before switching them out to cover his face. He pinched off the escaping moisture, opting out of blowing for the time being (hey, he still had to save a little face) with a heavy sigh. "I'b really sorry you have to see all this. It's so gross," And the small pile of used tissues clustered around the table didn't help matters. How charming that was.

Despite his blossoming self-loathing, Penny gave a soft giggle, moving around to the opposite side of the table. "Nathan, if you think this is bad, I'll have to tell you a few stories while I'm here. You'll think twice about being so easily embarrassed by your body then,"

He shook his head at that, swiping under his nose one last time before balling the tissue into his jacket pocket. "I dunno, feels like I'm a leaky fauce-- Wait, 'while you're here' ?" Glancing up sharply, sure enough Penny was removing her outer wear, draping it over a chair neatly. "You... You're staying?"

"Of course," she began matter-a-factly, "You're sick as a dog, and the worst thing about being sick is having no one to take care of you. Just being alone in general - what if something happened and--" Mid scarf fold, Penny's gaze shifted to the side, again entrapping her bottom lip. "Unless, I'm being too forward. I-I'd never want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially when you don't feel well. I forget not everyone is..."

A pang went through his heart at the flicker of hurt flashing across her features. Sometimes Nathan had to remind himself that behind those bright, brilliant green irises was a delicate flower. A woman who faithfully cared for her mother, even when fought against for caring so deeply in the first place.

Hesitation gripped him for a moment, and Nathan coughed into his wrist before mustering up enough courage to push it down. "Honestly? I'd be super appreciative of havi'g you here, Ped'nny. So long as you don'dt mb'ind," he added with a lop-sided smile, slipping his jacket off, "Uh, I'll try to dot be the worst patiedt ever,"

There and gone in a blink, Penny once again beamed up towards him, a newfound hope in her voice. "Don't you worry, Dr. Penny is here to put you on the mend. You'll be up and tending to your beautiful farm in no time,"

Nathan couldn't help but smile at the shift, already feeling better himself for it. "I'b glad I'b id capable hands. Ki'nd of surprisi'g but, I'b horrible at taki'g care of bys-s-seehhhlllf..." Good Yoba, again?! Quickly rolling his eyes, Nathan firmly rubbed the pads of his fingertips against his nose, mouth dropping open with a shaky inhale. No way, he wasn't going to sneeze again. Not in front of Penny, not with her in his house!

"Oh, bless you!" Penny preemptively replied, clasping the box of tissues as she tottered to Nathan. But he shook his head fervently, nose scrunching up with another liquid sniffle.

"Do, I'b hhhokay... sniff! I'b just a little t-tihhhihhckly... f-fide, though,"

[sterekshaven]

#8 for cuddling prompt! Thank you❤❤

Thank you!! First, 8 was Reluctantly. Uuh. Sterek cuddling reluctantly? Yeah, so this is not really reluctant cuddles, it’s more like they’re (badly) pretending they’re reluctant about it? I hope that’s okay xD

Also, I do not know how to plot, but I also blame these two lovestruck idiots for making shitty plans that don’t make sense for an excuse to have a fake relationship, and Kira for trying to set them up by suggesting a bad fake relationship plan in the hopes it would lead to them actually getting together. There are about a million better ways this whole thing could have been handled, I’m aware, and so are they, but again, idiots in love.

Also a thank you to @rieraclaelin for looking this over for me and letting me ask her a million questions about it!

The Bad Plan ao3 - pillowfort 

4290 words | Teen | characters: Derek, Stiles, Kira, Original Character, Minor Chris and Peter | tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Idiots in Love, Hurt Derek, Getting Together, First Kiss, Asexual Derek, Minor Petopher (they’re barely there though)

Summary:

“You’re gonna have to cuddle,” Kira said, her eyebrows raised as she looked between Derek and Stiles. “Are you okay with that?”

Stiles scoffed, but Derek could tell he was blushing. “I think we can manage some fake cuddling,” he said.

“Yeah, it’s only when she’s there,” Derek said. “Not like we have to do it for long.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Stiles said, and Derek momentarily closed his eyes at the stumble of Stiles’ heart, tried to not let the hurt show.

”And some handholding should be enough for her to notice you, but you’re gonna have to be wolfy,” Kira said, and Stiles grinned at Derek.

”I’ll make sure to wag my tail around you,” Derek deadpanned with a flat look to Stiles, whose grin just widened.

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In which they come up with a really bad plan to stop the latest villain and Stiles and Derek have to cuddle. It’s all very horrible and has absolutely no right being that nice.

Read on ao3

[fahcandall]

Fictober 2019 - 8 (AH Minecraft)

Prompt 10: "Listen, I can't explain it, you'll have to trust me."

Fandom: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter (Minecraft - Immortal Kings AU)

Characters: Michael Jones, Gavin Free, Geoff Ramsey

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Weapons, temporary death, immortality, mature language, minecraft, rpf

This one's a direct scene from a different longfic I'm writing. Hopefully I don't lose anyone in the background lore of this universe, it's got a few more of my own ideas worked into it than the fahc stuff.

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Michael did not like the fact that creepers had started watching him. Sure, creepers were aggressive when they spotted a person, and living in the forest, Michael dealt with them a lot. But usually they didn't mass the way they were doing now, circling around his treehouse and just staring up at it. One creeper was easy enough to deal with. A couple were still manageable, but this many? If he were to try and shoot them, he'd run out of arrows before he got rid of them all, and even for him going in with his sword might be suicide.

"This is about that crazy guy isn't it?" Michael shouted down to them. "Look, wandering around the forest is a good way to get killed a lot more painfully than by my sword. I didn't know he was your friend! I mean really, who the fuck wears creeperskin?" The creepers didn't do anything. He didn't figure they would, not like they could understand humans or anything. Michael wondered if that guy had actually be their friend. It would explain the creeperskin. Michael had never even seen creeperskin, but that was obviously what the guy had been wearing. He'd come up on Michael and startled him. The guy didn't even have any armor on, nothing to stop him from taking the full force of Michael's sword. It had seemed disrespectful to touch the clothes a person he'd just accidentally killed wore, even if they were unique, so the only thing Michael had taken from the body was the golden bow he had been carrying, which seemed like a poor choice of material for a weapon, in Michael's opinion. He figured the next time he was going to a village he'd take it and sell it. Or maybe it deserved a trip into Achievement City. Someone there would be more likely to have the money to make it worthwhile. That had to be where it came from. Some stupid show of wealth, that probably got stolen by an idiot who ran around the forest with nothing but creeperskin and a golden bow.

Actually, now that Michael thought about it, maybe a witch hit him with some really odd potion. But still, weird. And he still had the problem of creepers surrounding his house.

"Go away!" Michael yelled down at them.

"They're not gonna go away unless I tell them to."

"Fuck!" Michael cursed, jumping a foot in the air, hand instantly going to his sword.

"Hey, if you stab me again I can't tell them to go away, and what's more, I won't." Sitting on the branch outside his window was the man Michael had stabbed, creeperskin and all.

"How are...who...what?"Michael stumbled over his words, pulling his sword, despite the man's words. He didn't look like a zombie, and he talked, but...he should be dead. He had been dead. But now he was here, right outside Michael's window.

"Look, if I come in, are you going to stab me again? Cause that still hurts you know. Who's first reaction to meeting someone is to stab them? No wonder you live out here alone." The man instantly irritated Michael.

"Who walks around the forest without any armor and a useless weapon? You're just asking to be killed!"

"Look I'm coming in." The man said.

"Not until you prove you're human." Michael replied.

"Well, that'd be a trick. I'm not." The statement, said so casually, completely blew Michael away.

"What?"

"You think humans come back after being run through? You've been out here too long. I'm a god. My name's Gavin. Now, can I come in?" Michael blinked but didn't move to stop him as the man...the god...Gavin, moved around to the door and climbed in.

"Are you actually a god? Like, in disguise or something? What do you want?"

"Oof, loaded question, that. Let's avoid that one for now. How about we go back to introductions. I'm Gavin, I helped create, well, I suppose you could say the world, but my real creation was the creepers. I got bored of the other gods and figured Geoff had the right idea, so I came back to the world."

"Geoff, as in, the King of Achieveland? The God who Stayed Behind? That Geoff?" Michael asked, staring at Gavin.

"Yes." He nodded like it was a simple question. "And you are?"

"Michael." Michael answered guarded.

"Top. Why do you live out here in the middle of the forest, and why do you stab people as soon as you see them?"

"Uh, I don't really get along with people, and I'm good at this." Michael gestured around himself.

"At killing things?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess." Michael hesitated as Gavin looked around.

"Did you, uh, want your bow back?" Michael guessed.

"Oh, you did take it? Good. I was hoping you would have it. The creepers usually bring me my stuff if it's anywhere they can get to, but they didn't have it." Michael handed it over frowning.

"You actually created creepers?"

"Yeah." Gavin grinned like it was a joke. Michael tried to keep calm, he was, possibly, talking to a god, who could do who knows what to him, but the sheer disregard for life amazed him.

"What the fuck made you think that was a good idea? Do you know how much damage they cause? How lethal they are to people? That mob outside? If they don't leave and I try to go down there, I'm dead!" By the time he finished he was shouting and Gavin blinked at him a couple of times.

"I mean, they were never meant for humans. They were a joke for the gods. You don't really have to worry about it..." He must have seen that Michael was about to start shouting again because he hurried on faster. "But if it makes you more comfortable, I'll tell them to go away before we go."

"You're going to just tell them to go away?" Michael asked. "Wait, we? Why would we be going anywhere?"

"Yeah, uh." Gavin hesitated but then picked what must have been the easiest question for him. "Creeprs have more limited free will than humans. I can make them do something if I want, but otherwise they just generally live their lives."

"Yeah, okay, sure." Michael said. "Why'd you tell them to surround my house then?"

"I needed them to find you for me."

"Why? Did you tell them not to explode around me too?"

"Nah." Gavin shrugged, that same nonchalance that made Michael's blood boil. "There's some things about their design I can't change. Their whole purpose is to explode around us, I can't take that away from them."

"You're insane. You realize that many would kill me almost instantly?"

"Uuh, I mean. Kinda?" He was being cagey again and Michael threw up his hands.

"Not kinda! Just dead. I don't know what's up with you but humans die and they stay dead. That's how it works! I don't know if you actually are the god who created creepers or if you're just some crazy man who got hit with a weird potion of some kind, but I'm a human and if I die then that's it!"

"Listen, I can't explain it, you'll have to trust me. Just come with me." Gavin said. Michael crossed his arms, not quite willing to refuse, but not willing to trust Gavin with his life either.

"Where are we going?"

"Well, you can either come to one of my temples and see what I'm on about, or we can go straight to Achievement City. Your choice. Either way, we're eventually going to the castle." Gavin turned to the window and looked out on the creepers below, then made a motion so casual Michael almost missed it for what he'd just said.

"The castle?" Michael asked, for the first time anger fading out to be replaced by worry, barely noticing the creepers start to wander off as Gavin turned back to face him. "Why? No one just goes there."

"Because you need to talk to Geoff. He'll know how to explain this. And I think you'll see that some people go there, just a, certain type."