#casual friendly butt grabbing

[rottensouldier]

repost suggested by my bestie @midnighttomoscow 💖

still a favourite of ours

[fuctacles]

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Eddie doesn't think more about Steph until there's a knock on the door on Saturday morning. He sighs, knowing it's his duty to open since his uncle would take forever on his crutch. And because he's a good nephew and wouldn't make him do that, of course.

He doesn't bother with the peephole, his sleepy brain basically forgetting of its existence. It's only when he opens the door and finds Steph with a duffel bag on the other side, that he realizes he went to open the door in nothing but his old Iron Man pajama bottoms.

"Good morning!" Steph greets him with a bright smile that falters a bit when her gaze drops to his tattooed chest. Eddie couldn't imagine a sight of zombie and spider tattoos giving him any credit in her pretty, middle-aged eyes. She quickly looks back up to meet his gaze. "Did I wake you up?" she asks, looking apologetic. 

Eddie shakes his head, hoping it would send his hair over his shoulders, and cover him up a bit. 

"I did!" Wayne pipes up from the kitchen. He sounds way too happy about running into a cupboard on his way out of the bathroom.

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne!" she calls out, making Eddie roll his eyes.

"You can just come in, no need to yell through the whole place."

"Right, sorry," she steps inside tentatively, her hand clutching the strap of her bag. She's wearing a colorful windbreaker and her hair is tied up, showing off the soft line of her jaw and the beauty marks on her neck. She heads to the kitchen, seemingly already knowing her way around, and Eddie closes the door behind her. He quickly runs off to his bedroom (/guest room, now that he's on campus most of the time) and grabs a t-shirt to cover his nipples, tattoos, and overall unattractiveness.

"Visiting Robin for the weekend?" He catches his uncle's question when he steps back in. 

It rubs him the wrong way, not knowing who Robin is. Is he Steph's boyfriend? Maybe they're doing long-distance? He returns to the ancient coffee maker he had abandoned to open the door.

"Yeah. I haven't seen Rob since last month. Our days off finally aligned."

"Can't you stay there longer? I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind taking care of your cats for a day or two more."

"Hey!" Eddie whips around to glare at his uncle. The coffee maker splutters behind him. "Don't just offer my services like that," he scoffs. Then, he turns to Steph. "I wouldn't, though."

She chuckles and he grins, simply happy to make her smile.

"Try dealing with them alone first, and then we'll talk. But, you really wouldn't mind? If I stayed a day longer?"

He shakes his head.

"Not at all." He still has Wayne's words fresh in his mind. That people weren't kind to her, that she doesn't have many friends to rely on. "I'm assuming Robin is someone important to you?" he half-asks, leaning against the counter all casually. 

Just the thought of Robin makes Steph glow.

"She's my best friend. We met at our first job serving ice cream."

Eddie's a bit embarrassed at the relief of knowing Robin is a girl. Still, a best friend is higher in ranks than your friendly neighbour's nephew. 

"What's it been? Twenty years?" Wayne asks. Steph nods, making him whistle. "I couldn't stand any of my coworkers for longer than a shift."

"Maybe you're bad at making friends," Eddie butts in. "I've known Gareth since high school and we're still going strong."

"You guys are band buddies, that's different," Wayne scoffs. 

"You play in a band?" Steph picks up, her eyes shining with interest that Eddie squirms under.

"Yeah, we play metal though. Probably not your stuff."

She shakes her head.

"Any music can be good when you put your heart into it. My friends listen to all kinds of weird stuff, I've heard everything from classical to experimental techno." She rolls her eyes. "I'd love to hear your music if you have anything recorded. Or you could give me a heads up if you're playing somewhere."

All Eddie can do is stare at her, dumbfounded. 

"Uh-huh."

Wayne, bless his sometimes useful soul, saves his ass by changing the subject.

"Coffee?" he asks the stunning woman at their table. She's just sitting there, in the Munson abode at their kitchen table while they're still in pajamas like it's normal. Eddie wants it to be normal. Wants to sit in her lap and listen to her laugh. 

She looks at her watch. It's white, she must be cleaning it often.

"I only have fifteen more minutes before I really have to go."

"Half a coffee then," Eddie decides for her, grabbing the mugs. She chuckles.

"Fine." She rolls her eyes.

Each of them gets their coffee, and Eddie notes Steph takes her with just a splash of milk. Before he can ask anything, to push their small morning gathering further into a friendly small talk, she reaches into her pocket to fish out her house key.

"I came over to drop the keys," she says, pushing them towards Eddie. "And if you have something to write on, I'll give you Robin's house number in case of emergencies."

"Sure, yeah." He nods, standing up immediately to look for the notepad they plan the grocery list in. In his haste, he catches Wayne's amused stare. He sends him a frown, but the man is already looking away, which only further agitates him. 

[b4nka1]

my favorite animated men and random things they do when jealous and want to grab your attention!

warnings: suggestive content (mentions of smut), misogyny, toji being nice, jjk manga spoilers. not proofread.

— FUSHIGURO TOJI : he would pout as you were busy with your office work. sure, you did love him, but your work was your priority for now. he would slowly walk into your room, standing behind you as you worked. he'd start massaging your shoulders, and within seconds, your eyes closed and body relaxed. "mmh, just right, baby..." you whispered to toji, you was still carefully and gently massaging your shoulders.

"if you gave me a tad bit more attention, i'd make you feel far far better, princess..."

— RYOMEN SUKUNA : he grumbled in annoyance when you paid no attention to him. the king of curses wanted to be mad but couldn't because you were so happy playing with the new puppy he'd gotten for you. you were laughing and giggling as the puppy kept whining and climbing over you. he got the most jealous when you kissed the puppy on its yucky, disgusting mouth, according to him. within seconds, he took the puppy from your hands and put the puppy back in his crate. he turned back towards you, picking you up and dragging you to the bathroom to make you brush your teeth.

"why'd you kiss that puppy on its disgusting mouth? now i can't kiss you without feeling disgusted."

— GOJO SATORU : he was pretty much annoyed at the fact that you were paying more attention to the three freshers than him. he scowled at megumi, who was getting more interest from your end. he was beyond irritated at this point. he sure was jealous but didn't admit it, not even to himself.bhe had to butt in, of course. his possessive ass simply couldn't handle the fact that you're quite nice and friendly. he stomped over to you, with a tiny pout on his face and his brows furrowed together.

"they're my students, but i hate the attention you're giving them."

— KUROSAKI ICHIGO : isn't exactly the type to get jealous, but he is very possessive. whenever he notices another man, especially abarai renji talking to you, he would ever so casually walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. he'd indulge himself in the conversation, laughing and nodding with whatever was going on. his arms would then creep down your back slowly as the conversation proceeded. he'd ever so subtly squeeze your butt and act as if nothing happened after he did so. when renji notices, he takes a leave and waved goodbye to you. you turn to ichigo and scold him for doing so.

"what? i'm just squeezing what belongs to me, you don't get to scold me on that."

— GETO SUGURU (villain era, you're not on his side) : he is a calm and collected man. but when he notices you and satoru being too close physically, practically invading each other's personal space, a smile and a bulging vein of anger on his forehead is prominent on his face. he silently swore to get you fucked raw before the war broke out. mimiko immediately notices this and huffs, "why don't you already go claim what's yours?" she snorts, going back to doing something on her phone.

"well, she will suffer. so what if we drifted apart? who is she to move on from me? she's still mine."

— NANAMI KENTO : he had been working overtime and came home late. to make matters worse, he found you on a long ass call with one of your guy friends, who used to like you. dismissing the jealousy, he took a shower and ate the dinner you prepared for him. and to make matters even worse, you were laughing at something he told you about. he was clearly frustrated and irritated, and of course, jealous of your little guy friend. when he had enough, he snatched the phone from you, putting it to his ear,

"either you end the call or hear me fuck her dumb and make her scream my name."

— ZARAKI KENPACHI : despite his rough and tough demeanor, poor guy also gets jealous of you spending time with ikkaku and yumichika. he tries his best not to show it as a kenpachi but fails when yachiru notices it. "ken-chan, don't worry, i gor your back!" she giggled happily. she searched around the seireitei and finally found you casually hanging out with yumichika. she walked over to you and held your hand. you raised your brows in surprise when she tugged you to the direction of the squad 11 barracks. she pushed you into zaraki's room, closing it behind her. zaraki sighed, hugging your waist.

"sorry, i kinda felt...jealous but didn't show it because of my status...i'll buy yachiru some treats for helping me."

— ABARAI RENJI : has his zanpakuto ready in its shikai state when you were found talking to ichigo. he angrily stomped over before byakuya stopped him. "they're just friends." he told renji and ordered him to sheathe his zanpakuto. renji grumbled and followed his order, stomping towards you, with a small pout on his face. he kept on giving ichigo glares until he took the signal and left.

"next time i see that piece of shit, i'm making him watch me pound into you."

— ZENIN NAOYA : oh boy, this misogynistic bastard wasn't ready to accept the fact that he was being jealous because his stupidly handsome cousin toji was being nice to you, complete contrast of how naoya usually treats you. toji helped you in the kitchen, he helped you with cleaning and helped you do the laundry. but naoya lost it when toji's arm wrapped around you instinctively as you were about to slip and fall. naoya grumbled, waiting until toji was out of sight. he pulled you by your kimono to his room, slamming you ruthlessly into the bed.

"that bastard crossed the line. might as well show him who this pretty but useless wife belongs to."

— KINJI HAKARI : is chill on the outside but the anger is bubbling within him inside as he watched your yoga instructor from afar being too touchy with you. his let out a low growl when he placed a hand on your hip and squeezed the skin. hakari had enough when the yoga instructor smirked and placed a hand on your inner thigh to "fix your posture," rubbing it sensually. you were too innocent to notice that. in a flash, hakari punched him square on the nose, stomping on the scum's face before leaving with you.

"he doesn't know.who he's messing with. we are finding you a new instructor. this one's gonna be fed to the curses."

— KAMO CHOSO : is a VERY pouty baby. yuji was his brother, yes, but that didn't mean you spend the whole day with him when you met him for the first time. it almost felt as though you and yuji were a couple and choso was the third wheel. after the whole day passed by, you and.choso went back to your shared apartment. he immediately went into the bedroom, snuggling under the xxovers and crying into the pillows. when you went into the bedroom, you noticed what's happening and frowned, rubbing his back and asking him what happened.

"i-i felt so left out today, bub... i-i know yuji is my brother b-but i needed you a-attention..."

— HIGURUMA HIROMI : he sighs once he comes back home after a long day. he put his bag on the coffee table in the living room before going into the kitchen, finding you there with your 2 month old baby, putting her to sleep. higuruma pouted as he wanted you all to himself tonight, but your baby had different plans. it took you great effort to rock her to sleep, eventually putting her in a crib and walking back into the living room, hugging him tightly. he returned the long hug, sighing in content and rubbing your back.

"didn't know i'd be so envious of our own princess, baby..."⁹

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hope yall like it!

[syeren]

WARZONE.

summary — once you caught his eyes, he cannot stop thinking about you.

genre — comedic fluff!

Megumi couldn’t help it— Help his slight and ever-so-growing obsession over you, that is.

Ever since you, a new student, transferred to the Tokyo Metropolitan location of Jujutsu High he couldn’t help but be curious. Sure, it’s always the talk of the school if a new face shows up out of the blue… But you? It felt weird to him. He plastered on his signature stoic expression as he waltzed down the halls from his dorm, letting a faint yawn escape him as he neared Yuji’s door.

“Coming in, you better be wearing clothes or else,” he forewarned the boy, opening the door lazily and slowly removing his shoes. As he placed it neatly to the side of the door, an unfamiliar voice caught his attention.

“You don’t wear clothes? So you just walk around butt-naked and everything?”

The sound of Yuji’s whining instantly pierced his ears right after. “No! Megumi only enters my room after my shower, so technically… Not my fault!”

The boy in question rolled his eyes and walked around the corner of the entrance, seeing you and Yuji situated at his PC.

Megumi let out a soft sigh of relief and muttered out, “Just so you know, normal people wear clothes after they take a shower.”

“W-Why are you still acting like I’m completely naked?” Yuji groaned out, slumping in his gamer chair with a loud huff. “I had socks on.”

Megumi could see your expression in the corner of his eyes, a look of disbelief and pure confusion.

“… Socks?” You reiterated, blinking blankly at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah. Socks,” Yuji replied, perhaps a little too proud of his statement. A soft slap sound from Megumi’s palm met his forehead as he shook his head.

“But you didn’t think underwear would be the priority?” he deadpanned.

“My feet get cold,” Yuji replied and casually grabbed a nearby chip packet from his drawer of endless snacks. “Anyway, whatcha doin’ here Megumi?”

This time, Megumi looked around in thought, pondering about why the heck he was even there in the first place.

“I need some paper,” he boredly responded, making a beeline to the opposite side of the room in a hurry. Hell, he had no idea if his only chance to not look like a fool in front of you was actually going to be there, but with little hope, he continued to stride over to Yuji’s messy bookshelf.

He scanned from top to bottom, bottom to top, side to side, his eyes were getting overstimulated with how much Yuji had stuffed all kinds of trinkets on the ledge of the shelves.

“Lined? Blank? Ooh, or these fancy eco-friendly ones I made?” Yuji called out to Megumi, shuffling out three small stacks of different types of paper. Megumi let out a shaky breath, of course they would be at his desk. The very area he wanted to avoid. He turned around and reluctantly hobbled back.

“Lined.”

Taking one sheet from the stack, he swivelled his stature away again to the entrance, obviously leaving you and Yuji bewildered.

“Just one sheet of paper?” You asked Megumi, who was struggling to step into his boots.

“Yeah,” he muttered, grunting as he finally slipped his foot in after struggling for what felt like a century. He could already feel a thin layer of cold sweat form along his nape as you spoke.

Yuji turned to you and shrugged his shoulders, before patting you roughly on the arm. “Can you force him to stay? I need another person on my team for Warzone.”

“Why don’t you ask him? He’s still here—“

The sound of the door shutting at the front was enough for you to shut up instantly.

“— Nevermind.”

At your words, the pink-haired boy stretched his arms up and stood on his feet, rolling his shoulders as if he was preparing to lunge into battle. The mischievous glint in his eyes gave you the impression that he was, in fact, going to fight off his dear friend for him to play a game… Or prepare himself to be beat up, and then plead his surrender. As much as you wanted to watch the gruesome battle between two teenaged boys have a bickering show-down, you interrupted Yuji and pushed him back into his chair.

“Fine, let me talk to him,” you sighed, before heading your way to the entrance. Yuji on the other hand squealed in delight, following right behind you before grabbing hold of your wrist to high-five his hand with yours.

“Great because I was really not looking forward to another argument— I mean, I would win of course… But I would feel bad for Megumi if he lost! Soooooo… I’ll let you talk to him,” Yuji exclaimed, boastfully leaning against the doorframe with his chin held high. You stood outside his dorm room and shut the door in his face, before walking to Megumi’s room right beside his.

You knocked once. Twice. Possibly three times, you’ve lost count, until it finally opened. Megumi opened the door with a grumble, not bothering to look up as he barked, “I don’t need anymore paper—“

“Not about paper,” you added, peeking your head around the slight crack he managed to pry open. “Come play Warzone.”

Megumi eyed you blankly and you couldn’t help but feel a bit weirded out. Was there a strand of hair sticking up? Something wrong with your face? No, it was him trying to calm his nerves and train his brain to go back into his zen state of mind for a moment— Just for a second! So he can actually talk to you properly without worrying about stammering his words. Thankfully, it’s something he’s good at.

“Warzone?” he questioned before sighing, “Did Yuji ask you to do this?”

“Yes and no,” you glanced back at Yuji’s closed door, before turning your attention to Megumi again. “I guess he was pre-planning to ask you and it seemed like he was really getting into it, so I just offered.”

Megumi stiffened. If there was one other thing Yuji was good at, it was be subconsciously picking up on emotions at the right times (only the right times, he’s not giving him that much credit), and perhaps he had caught on to Megumi’s white lie he suddenly used. It was a stupid cover-up, he had tons of paper in his room already.

“Ahh, I see,” he mumbled before quietly stepping out of his room and closing the door behind him. You smiled at his acceptance to your invitation and walked back to Yuji’s room with Megumi trailing behind.

“… You’re new, right?” he asked, stuffing one hand in his pocket and using the free one to reach out to open the door for you.

You quickly thanked him, entering Yuji’s bedroom and hearing his screams. He must be in a practice game by now waiting for the both of you. The muffled sounds of gunshots and comms gave you enough context.

“Didn’t think you’d notice,” you said playfully with a laugh, making your way inside and opting to sit on Yuji’s bed. Megumi trailed in and flopped onto the free chair next to Yuji, and continued to talk to you. “You seemed the type to be in his own world”

“Well, I am… But, I did,” he responded to you quietly with his eyes locked onto the screen. A faint ‘nice kill’ emerged from his lips as he watched Yuji’s fingers fly across the desk with his mouse, headshotting an opponent. His eyes flicked back to you in intervals and tapped the tips of his fingers on top of the desk. He cleared a lump in his throat before breaking the awkward silence between you two.

“So, why did you transfer here?— To this school I mean. Not in a rude way,” he stammered, briefly looking at your face and turned back to look at Yuji’s screen. He wanted so badly to crush his forehead into the wall.

“Came here from the Kyoto region, I think Gojo wanted me to be here,” you mumbled, watching Yuji completely get demolished in the game.

“If Gojo sees potential in you, you must seem like a well-adaptable individual,” he added, eyes still glued to the screen. “That being said— he also has the urge to take someone under his wing if you’re substantially adorable to him and are in need of his ‘educational expertise’… As so he would call it.”

You let out chuckle, letting your gaze wander to the two bodies haunched over the screen; Yuji, childishly hogging the keyboard even though he wanted Megumi to play with him, and Megumi, not caring in the slightest. As you looked at him, the subtle glance of your eye caught you off guard— He was already looking at you.

“What?” you mouthed at him, narrowing your gaze until he shakes his head. A hand comes up to gently rub his cheeks, covering the slight smile you didn’t see. The faintest hue of pink dusted his cheeks, reaching down to the column of his neck.

“Nothing.”

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AN; SYEREN here! been a while, how’ve you been? :3 creds to sssA_km

[the-kr8tor]

Claimed by the Sea

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), reader has nicknames, TW injury, TW drowning, CW blood.

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Your head is lolling off to the side, eyes growing heavy with the soft swaying of the ship in the waves. The only thing that's keeping you awake is the smell of fish lingering in the netting. Sniffing, you feel yourself succumbing to sleep.

You jolt awake when the fishing net jostles then slowly raises up, there's a mechanical whirring from the deck. The sun is peeking from the horizon, bathing you in blue.

“No, no, no!” Holding onto the net, you hold on for dear life. You just hope the sailors are friendly enough to let you on board until they dock to the nearest land.

Your only sanctuary floats above the deck, overlooking every crew moving about. Looking below, you spot their rugged clothing *They don't look like sailors. Maybe they're not wearing their blue uniform? It's casual Friday perhaps?

“Drop the bloody thing!” Someone yells from below, you and the net fall from a height that you're sure broke something in you.

With your eyes shut, you hit the deck with a splattering sound. Thankfully you land on the pile of fish, squishing a sizable chunk on the wood; decorating their ship with fish guts. Your butt hurts from the impact, you're for sure going to be picking out fish bones embedded in your skin.

Someone gasps loudly next to you. Hearing frantic slashing sounds, you shield your face from the shiny knife. Before you know it, you're free from the tangles on the net, baring yourself to the entire crew.

“Fuckin' hell! It's a mermaid!” A man with long blonde hair tied into a bun excitedly yells out.

You look at him with wide eyes, the large black flag hangs above him, the skeleton of a spider painted on the flag dances in the wind.

They're not from the royal navy.

Running footsteps come towards you, then they stop. You watch as twenty or so people circle around your fallen form. You instinctively cover yourself with the net. Their faces morph from surprise to amusement. Some laugh, some roll their eyes in annoyance.

A man with glasses slaps the blonde upside his head. “You idiot! Does she look like a fuckin’ mermaid to you?” he points at your legs that are clearly not fins.

The blonde looks disappointed, “Man, I thought my dream came true”

“Looks like we've got a stowaway!” They sneer and jeer, looking down at you, leaning their scarred faces close to your face. Too close.

“Get off me!” You push one away. Taking a fish from the ground to defend yourself. Throwing it directly at his eyepatch. They laugh louder at your expense.

“She's a fighter too! Cap’n! Look at what the fish dragged in!” A man with a peg leg, calls.

With heaving breaths you watch as a large man comes down from the steps of the quarter deck. His heavy footfalls quieting the roaring laughter immediately, his arms are as big as your head, tattoos decorating every inch of his ivory skin. His big bushy beard moves as he spits on the deck. Your eyes flick to his tree trunk like waist, his gun and cutlass glinting in the barely rising sun.

He huffs, smoke comes out of his nostrils. His eyes stare you down and you visibly shrink.

“C’mon, big man, bloody move it” a slender hand grabs the man's large shoulder, moving him away to reveal a tall, slim figure. He smiles once he takes you in. “What do we have ‘ere?”

“A stowaway, Cap’n” the one with glasses informs him. “Got into the fishing net”

He saunters over to you, heavy boots thudding against the wood. The metals hanging from his clothes are swinging and clashing as he moves. The crowd parts for him. His hands are in his leather vest, he looks at you like he's found buried treasure. His grey eyes are twinkling in the blue light, a smirk playing on his pierced lips.

You grab your necklace for comfort, heart sinking to your stomach, the golden chain is nowhere to be found. You pat around your neck and blouse. Nothing. You're alone.

“Thought ol’ Jamesy ‘ere found us a mermaid” he bends at the waist, giving you a full view of his chiselled face. His eyes are shining with amusement.

You recognize his face from all the wanted posters you've seen around different towns while travelling. If the circumstances were different you'd say the painting didn't capture him right; how his eyes look at you with hidden apprehensiveness, yet there's something dangerous in them, something that could spell your doom.

Your fear increases tenfold when you roam your eyes around the different faces watching you. There's recognition in some of them, some more than others, their bounties you've seen on their respective posters appear above their heads; each in increasing numbers.

“Aye, thought so too” ‘Jamesy’ mumbles dejectedly.

His voice shakes you out of your fear laden stupor, but it's still there, still in your quaking heart and sweaty palms.

“Y’know, we don't take too kindly to stowaways.” Hobie’s threat makes you jump in your skin.

“I heard you're not kind to anybody” you grit your teeth.

You're facing him head on, despite your heart pumping loudly against your ribcage when you get a glimpse of his twin blunderbusses strapped to his waist.

A smile spreads on his face, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Hear that lads? We're proper famous!” he leans away,

They all guffaw, snickering among the crowd. A blonde with chopped hair and pink highlights push through the audience. She clicks her tongue, sleep clinging to her lashes.

“What's all this, Hobie?”

“A stowaway, Gwendy. You remember what we do to stowaways?”

‘Gwendy’ rolls her eyes. “I'm too tired for this,” she sighs. “Let's hear her side before we push her off, yeah?”

Push me off?! Your eyes are widely roaming around the strangers, pleading for an ounce of mercy.

“Be my guest” He slides to the side, gesturing towards you.

The blonde stares at you, waiting for some explanation. You can't help but think you remember her from somewhere but you're drawing a blank. Swallowing a lump in your throat, the fishy smell and the numerous eyes on you turns your stomach inside out.

“I was–” the large man you thought was the captain stares daggers at you. “It was an accident, really. You see, I was incredibly drunk” you try to stop the shaking in your voice to sound more convincing. “And I thought I was going home, truly.”

“You thought a fishing net was your home?” the entire crew laughs rambunctiously.

Hobie observes you from the side, leaning on the bannister so casually.

“Maybe we should just turn around and bring her home. That'll be okay, right?” A teenager with curly hair and golden bangles on his wrists pipes up from the side.

You think of the man waiting for you at the docks. You'd rather be fed to the sharks.

“Yeah, 'm sure she'd like that, won't you, scuttlebutt?” The captain smirks at you, there's a knowing look on his face. “Unless you don't want to go home? I don't see why we can't just drop you off.”

He moves closer to you, squatting down to face you. “Or she doesn't want to go home, judging from the go bag, this isn't some little drunk accident.” you can feel your pulse trying to escape. His eyes never leave yours. “Sure you smell like fish but I don't smell any liquor on those pretty lips of yours.” Hobie tilts his head, smiling mischievously. “You're running from someone, aren't you?”

You glare at him despite the fear crawling up your neck.

He nods, “Yeah, you are. We'd rather not be involved with whatever you've got goin' on.” his face turns serious, not even a ghost of a smile. “Finn”

With one call, the giant man takes you by the shoulders, standing you back to your shaky feet. You squirm, doing your best to push him off, but it's no use, he's too strong.

“Sorry to see you go so soon but I've got my entire crew to worry ‘bout.” he says softly.

You scoff, spitting venom. “The only thing you pirates care about is treasure and your next mark.”

With one last fight, you stomp on the man's boot clad foot, headbutting him in quick succession. They hoot and holler as your vision swirls.

Your act of defiance didn't even make the man flinch, he grunts, narrowing his eyes at you. Hobie's lackey turns you around to face the sea and the entrance to your death. Looking over your shoulder, you see him raise his thick eyebrow at you in mild annoyance.

“She's a feisty one, Hobie, you sure we can't let her stay? I'll take good care of her” A tall ravenette coos at you, staring directly at you with her dark eyes.

“I agree with Hobie, she might bring trouble” Another teenager comments, he crosses his arms, his eyes stare at you with remorse.

The man pushes you towards the open side of the ship where a singular wooden plank hangs precariously. The corner of the railing hits the small of your back. Your bag falls loudly on the deck, but you've got bigger problems right now than the sparse savings you've hidden inside.

“Wait!” You swallow your pride, it's better than drowning in the cold salty waters. “Please I'll do anything to stay or– or you can drop me off to the nearest land! Just–!” Finn pushes you again, your feet shuffle to fit the thin wood. The wind picks up, whipping at you wildly. The waves crash harshly on the side of the ship.

The vertigo makes you dizzy.

“Please! I can't–!”

Finn unsheathes his cutlass, pointing it at your heaving chest. You feel the sharp tip draw blood. He pushes and pushes until you're on the very edge of the plank. You struggle to find your balance while the wind blows rapidly, it stings your eyes, tears forming in them.

They all watch, some are grinning ear to ear like it's the best theatre show they've seen. The others are looking away or staring at their feet. Hobie looks on, posture straight, knuckles tight on his side.

“I can't swim–!” With one last push from the sharp sword, you fall.

Just above you, the pirates run towards the bannister to watch you fall in the water with a large splash.

Your back is stinging from the impact of the water, head pounding against your skull. The cold is unbearable like needles pricking your skin. You try to paddle up despite your thick clothes bringing you further down in the dark abyss. The dim light acts as your guide to the surface but it doesn't seem like your body is moving, you're quickly losing air. Bubbles escape from your lips, the salt blurs your vision.

Desperately with one kick, you feel the air from your lungs empty out, legs numb, hands reaching out towards the surface.

You choke on the salty water.

Her smiling face emerges from the darkness, now you know you've drowned. The only reason she would want you back is in death.

There's a muffled splash, a warm hand reaching for your cold ones. An unfamiliar arm snakes around your waist, bringing you up to the surface. They Frantically kick up, you feel a feather light touch on your freezing cheeks.

“Oi!” A muffled voice says. “Oi! Don't make me do mouth to mouth!” His voice gets clearer, he shakes your head, you feel calloused fingers on your skin then a breath fanning against your lips.

You splutter out, expelling water from your lungs with a choke. Holding to the nearest, steady thing, you grasp onto what feels like strong shoulders. Beneath your shaking fingers you feel raised scars.

“There you go, let it out, scuttlebutt” he pats your back as you continue to cough out. Your nails dig into his bare skin, he doesn't seem to mind. “Good on you for not makin’ me do mouth to mouth, huh?”

You wheeze out. “You fucker”

“What?”

“I said, you fucker!” Pushing him away, you sink back into the water, you panic once again.

Hobie grabs your wrist with one hand to pull you up like freshly caught fish. You glare at him through wet lashes.

“I saved your life and you're callin' me fucker?” You want to smack the smirk off his face.

“I almost drowned because of you!”

“Yeah, but that doesn't matter now because I saved your land loving arse! Who at this age can't swim anyway?!”

“Me, you bitch!” you try to kick him underwater.

“Hey, do you want to catch hyperthermia or what?” Gwendy asks from the lowered dinghy, her foot is resting on the edge casually, hand on her chin and a pierced eyebrow raised questioningly at you and Hobie who splashes water directly at your face.

With some help, you dog paddle to the boat. The smiling teenager helps you up, you feel like a ton of bricks with your thick clothes drenched.

“Here,” he takes his coat to place it around your shivering shoulders. “I'm Pavitr by the way, you okay?”

Pavitr tries to rub your shoulders for extra warmth but you flinch back, hugging the coat tighter around you.

“I'm fine, thank you, Pavitr”

The blonde pipes up, “I'm Gwen”

You nod, good thing you haven't called her ‘Gwendy’ yet.

“You needed the bath anyway, fish girl” Hobie scoffs from the other side of the boat.

You glare at him, huddled to yourself in the corner of the raising boat. The squeaking from the pulley makes you hold onto the side tighter, just in case it fails and drops you back down in the freezing water.

Hobie chuckles, water drips off his bare chest, glittering under the peaking sun. You look away with a roll of your eyes.

“Gwen, give her something warm to eat, yeah? And some clothes.”

“I was about to do that anyway”

The boat reaches back up, the crew secures the rope on the pulley with a grunt.

Hobie drops down on the deck first, he offers his hand that you huff at. Ignoring his help, you step on to the ship with shaky legs.

“Sea legs, you have to get used to it or the next two weeks for you would be hell.”

“What?”

“‘m letting you on board until we reach land. Unfortunately for you that won't be for the next two weeks. After that we're even.”

“Look who's guilty for almost killing me” you stand toe to toe with him. The rest of the crew has either gotten bored or are watching you two squabble with a smile.

“Don't push your luck, fish girl or I'll make you walk the plank again” he challenges you with a sly smile.

“I have a name!”

The captain tilts his head, amused. “Yeah? Tell me then so I have something to write on your gravestone”

You point angrily at his tattooed chest, right on the inky drawing of a long legged spider. “It's Y/N, asshole!”

Gwen sighs, waving you off.

“Well, Y/N Asshole, keep that fire in you but don't let it burn down my ship or–”

“Or what?”

He stares at your eyes, swirling grey whirlpools threatening to pull you under. Hobie sighs, turning around abruptly, leaving you standing alone on the deck.

“Hey!” You call back, “or what huh?!”

He waves you off, “‘s too early for this shit, ‘m goin' back to sleep. Goodnight, fish girl!”

Change of plans: survive the next two weeks with an entire ship full of pirates or die drowning in the middle of the sea. That should be easy enough, right?

A/N: Thank you for reading 😘

[frieschan]

QUERENCIA, chapter 2

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - another one with mentions of some dark themes..

word count - 2.4k

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Comfort. All you felt was comfort at this moment, you felt arms wrapped around you in a loving and caring way, a calming yet indistinguishable scent flowing to your nose.

You welcomed it, all this felt so right. You could see the kiss of the sun on your skin with a light beeze of the wind hitting you, you wished this could stay forever.

It felt as if you were complete at this moment. You felt so full and loved, so happy and like you were in heaven. This was how life is supposed to be, no worries, no doubt, just love and warmth all throughout.

Suddenly you felt a light brush of lips on your cheek and as you were about to turn around-

Everything had vanished.

You were now left empty, confused, even bamboozled as you open your eyes to the light colored walls of your room.

It was a dream? Damn it, of course it was a dream, you're a single prune with not a mate in sight. Since when did you get THIS touch starved? It's only been around.. 2-3 years since your last relationship?

You had never thought about it much before, you had your mind on other things like family, studies, ice-skating, ballet, and a couple of other things.

Never having an ounce of time to even just oogle and admire other guys on campus had finally taken a toll on you and you were starting to realize it. Maybe Jimin and Jungkook might just be your starvation.

The two are handsome hybrids that are torally your type, surely a small admiration wouldn't hurt anyone? As long as you have your boundaries set, it shouldn't go wrong.

You finally decided to check your alarm clock, it was 8:24 on a Sunday. Having a day-off to just relax and catch up on some shows shouldn’t be too bad, you already studied your butt off the night before yesterday just to be ahead for a few more lessons to remove some of the load. Yeah, you kinda do deserve this 'all about you day'.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you turn it on to be greeted with a few messages from two new people. Opening up the first one, you are greeted with:

Kookie💭at 9:23pm: hey bun-hyung, just got home

Kookie💭at 9:24pm: already asleep? Ballet took a lot out of you lol, sleep well sweets

Kookie💭at 7:34 am: gm, just woke up for my jog, you down for some lunch in the new bistro at around 12? Jimin is gonna come and maybe another one of our guys.

You smiled at the way he remembered about texting you when they got home, the nicknames and invitation was what got a lot of your attention though. Finally deciding to reply to him:

Y/N🐰 at 8:29 am: good mornin' ♡ just woke up, yes I'd love to go out for lunch! Sounds like it'd be a date tbh hahah

Kookie💭 at 8:29 am: hmm? Would you like it to be only us?

Y/N🐰 at 8:29 am: so playful, wolfyboy!!!

Kookie💭 at 8:30 am: very cute sweets, but the lads are really lookin' forward to seein you

Y/N🐰 at 8:30 am: who might this other fellow be? 👀👀

Kookie💭 at 8:30 am: it's a surprise bun, dress smart casual or semi-formal by the way.

A guy that knows you might struggle with knowing what to wear and then telling you the theme on what to wear.. now that's just attractive. He'd sweep anyone off their feet.

In honesty, you were quite surprised at how comfortable Jungkook had gotten with you, not that you minded but you took him as someone who would only do the bare minimum to be polite and friendly to strangers.

You decided to check on what the feline boy could have texted you:

Jimin🐈‍⬛ at 9:26 pm: Kook and I got home safe! Hope the rest of your night is good.

Jimin🐈‍⬛ at 8:34 am: I heard I'll be seeing a bunny later in the afternoon? 😏

You laughed under your breath as you read the message, seems like news spreads fast in their house.

Y/N🐰 at 8:34 am: Indeed, a cute bunny boy will be spotted at the bistro!

Surely flirting here and there wouldn't be too bad? You really couldn't help it, the two were two of the most socially magnetic people you've met and you were honestly hoping a strong friendship would come out of this. Well, not like your heart slightly yearned for a little more than than the title as friends but you are getting a bit ahead of yourself. The love-starved part of your brain taking in the slightest bit.

Now that you had plans to go out in the afternoon, you decided getting out of bed right now would be the best option based on what time it already is. Already thinking about what could be a really good breakfast before you do your whole morning routine since everybody has to take care of themselves always.

11 pm was finally rolling around the corner so you decided it was time to shower, get changed, and get ready, the holy trio before going out.

Since Jungkook had mentioned that you could dress semi-formal or smart casual, you had opted for an outfit that perfectly suited the activity in mind. The outfit consist of an oversized gray sweater on top a white dress shirt, color out of course. You wore dar brown slacks with a black belt and your set of black men’s heeled dress shoes, you were dressing to impress with this outfit. Boosting your self confidence isn't gonna hurt anyone.

After putting everything on and very very very light makeup, mostly just to hide your eyebags, you were finally ready to go out to the bistro. The bistro in question not exactly suitable for a walk, since the distance between the bistro itself and your home was quite far, you decided to go through the metro and commute like a good citizen (and non-driving student)

After a few staircases underground and into the underground metro station, you were in the train on the same route to your bistro. The ride was going to be a bit long, being around 20-30 minutes so you decided to take a look at your surroundings as you leaned on a pole in the train.

Looking around, you found a few hybrids and non-hybrids conversing, them seemingly being in one big group but that wasn't what caught your attention, what caught your attention was a lone gray wolf hybrid sitting on one of the seats.

Noone had taken the seats next to him as if they were scared but what the wolf was currently doing was far from intimidating, same goes for the aura he was emitting. Looking at him, you judged him to be close to 6 feet, with nice and smooth looking black hair that reached his nape. He had rosy lips with sharp eyes as if they were of a dragons but all his attention was on the book in his hands. He was dressed in a comfortable yet smart casual attire, with the color scheme being browns and grays.

You could've looked at him for ages, he looked very peaceful yet gorgeous at the same time. Something in you felt like it wanted to gravitate towards him, want to talk to him maybe. So you did, being an impulsive person you are.

You took the seat next to him and took a small peek to what he could be reading. When you felt his eyes on you, you looked up from the book and to his face. His beauty upclose was completely unmatched comapred to your view earlier.

He greeted you with a soft and polite smile, not really minding the fact that you sat next to him but more so confused on the reason why.

"Ah, you just seemed like a very warm person to talk to, I hope I'm not disturbing you too much, I'm Y/N, a bunny hybrid" You start the conversation, sticking your hand towards him even while sitting down.

The wolf maneuvered his book to be stable enough to be held on one hand before taking your hand and shaking it.

"I'm Namjoon, a Gray wolf, and no you're not, I find your presence quite nice actually." He said while closing his book and setting it on his lap, setting all his attention on you.

"Where are you headed to, if you don't mind me asking?" You asked with a curious glint in your eyes, honestly you were confused where your social confidence came from but it was honestly welcomed.

"I'm just heading to the library to check out some books, potentially borrowing a few to take home if I spot a few interesting ones." Namjoon answered with a grin.

"That's really neat, what’s the title and plot of the book you were reading?"

"Oh, it was a philosophy novel by Osamu Dazai called 'No Longer Human', the main plot is about a guy caught in a crossfire between a breakup of Japanese aristocrats and western influence, it really shows you another outlook and perspective on what life is and what could be. It really depicts depression and anxiety really wel- Aishh, I'm rambling a bit, please forgive me." He said embarrassed, his eyes now looking at the floor with a hand scratching the back of his neck while a rose tint is on his cheeks.

You honestly found Namjoon adorable, though he is a predator, his personality and hobby seem far from it, if you didn't see his ears and tail, you would've honestly mistaken him for a full-human. Hybrids did seem to have a part of their animal somewhere in their personality, maybe this was just one of many sides from Namjoon. You couldn't wait to find out more from him.

"I'd love to check it out sometime, if you don't mind, how about we exchange numbers?" You suggested with a hopeful smile, a bit flustered with your request but you were going to shoot your shot nontheseless.

"Oh sure, here you go"

And that's how you ended up talking to Namjoon until you got to your stop, sadly bidding him farewell before getting off the train and making your way to the Bistro.

Now at the bistro, you waited outside the building to check your phone for messages from either of the two predators.

Jungkook 🐺 at 11:50 am: we're at a table at the corner sweets

Jungkook 🐺 at 11:51 am: i've got a black coat on and Jimin-shi has a turtleneck

Jungkook 🐺 at 11:51 am: if you can't find us, don't be scared to call me

After taking in the information, you finally walk into the restaurant and look around at the numerous tables of humans and hybrids alike, waiters and waitresses walked around with trays or taking orders. After a few minutes of scanning, you luckily found the predator duo with unfamiliar hybrid. Jimin was sat with his back towards the wall,  in front of him were Jungkook and the other hybrid that were both faced away from you.

You walked towards the table, Jimin had seen you and you caught the way his eyes lit up with a grin breaking out on his lips. His bread cheeks showing and his eyes barely visible.

The other two hybrids saw his reaction and were quick to look beside them, seeing you standing next to the table with a soft smile.

While the hybrids were just taking in your presence, you took this as your chance to examine the apppearance of their friend.

He had dirty blonde hair with black roots, looking fluffy and messy, but it fit him very well. He also had cat-like eyes, probably a bi-product from his hybrid, part snow leopard. His lips were just as blushy red and soft-looking as the two other predators. His outfit seemed to reflect his laid-back and calm attitude, sporting a plain white shirt underneath a black bomber jacket, jeans and some plain sneakers.

The other two had noticed your oogling and looked at eachother with a questioning look.

"Come here bunny, Take a seat next to me before we introduce you to our friend." Jimin patting the empty seat next to him which you happily took.

"So, this is Yoongi, a snow leopard that lives with us." Jungkook introduced you to him, Yoongi being sat in front of you. "Then this cute bunny is Y/N, Jimin's fellow ballet classmate."

"It's nice to meet you Y/N. I hope we get along well, yeah?" Yoongi put his hand across the table for you to shake, him sporting a smirk.

His voice wasn't exactly what you'd expect from his soft and sugar-sweet like appearance. His voice was deep, a slight noticeable accent in the way he pronounced his words. It was pleasant to the ears, it could potentially put you to slee if it weren't for the current environment.

You finally took his hand, and shook it. Your foot lightly thumping on the ground in excitement. "Back at you, Yoongi."

Yoongi admired the way his name rolled off your tongue, your voice like a melody from one of his songs, your voice was soft and kind, he could tell you were a very sweet and kind hybrid.

Jimin wrapped his tail around your waist, you snapped your neck to him in exasperation, shocked at the action. "What would you like to order, cutie?" He asked with a smirk.

He didn't miss the way your foot thumping had quicked, same as your heartbeat. He could also see a rose red bloom on your cheeks. You quickly averted your gaze, hands fumbling on the menu that was on the table to look at the options, also to hide your embarrassed face from the panther.

"The veggie pasta would be good! With a lemonade! Thankyou!!!"

Jimin laughed at your adorable reaction, the other two were amused at you, with each word you say they could feel themselves falling more and more in love. As if there was a magnetic pull..

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notes - busted out this chapter in like 2 days.. I wrote this from my phone while chapter 1 was written on my computer, which do you guys prefer since I already have a chapter 1 rewrite brewing in my phone? I'd love to know which is better! this chapter was gonna be so much longer but I didn't want to delay it for another day so here ya go! would you also like shorter or longer chaps?

copyright © 2023 | frieschan

[midnightlizard]

Andy h x reader

I loveeeee the fics that are like the 5 times so and so ALMOST kissed And the time they did plzzzz something like that but if not. If you refuseeeeee I would loveee for a fic with like the station trying to set them up during Christmas with like mistletoe and stuff orrr just setting them up period with no Christmas teehee kinda a bit of a rant…

😘

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Took us long enough

Andy Herrera x gn! reader

Summary: four times you and Andy almost kiss, and the one time you actually do

A/N: hello and tysm for the request!! I love these types of fics too (I'm actually writing one with another character) so this was super fun to make. I also tried to mix the two ideas together, hope you like it!

Warnings: alcohol intake, mutual pining, sex innuendos

Word count: 6326

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"oh captain my captain" your boots echoed into the kitchen as you made your presence known, leaning with your hands on the counter.

"I'm not your captain (Y/L/N), you know that" Andy replied, not raising her head from the toast she was preparing.

"but you're my favorite captain" you shrugged your shoulders, then quickly turned to look at the door "don't tell Sullivan I said that"

Her focus was still on your previous words, so she could only mindlessly laugh at that.

Andy was used to your flattery, this was definitely nothing new, but it never failed to make her blush.

"why are you here all alone by the way?" you asked, stealing her food.

"Hughes, Bishop and Miller are on a call, the others are doing chores. And that-" she slammed her hand on the counter "-is my breakfast"

You reached for the bowl in the middle of the marble top, grabbing an apple and handing it to the brunette

"here's your breakfast, no need to thank me"

Andy raised her eyebrows at your smirk, shifting her gaze from your eyes to the fruit next to your face.

"how's your butt? Birdie told me you fell down the stairs on the last call"

The last call you were on had a big case of termites, and no one living there ever bothered to do anything about it.

So, when you were called because they heard the floor squeaking and you tried to get the old lady out, the wooden stairs failed on you.

Thankfully no one got hurt, except your butt.

"oh my butt's just fine. I don't know if I can say the same about yours"

She tilted her head to the side, silently questioning you. Her lips curled into an amused smile.

"birdie told me," and you both knew you were referring to the same birdie

"you got lucky last night, some 'handsome hair guy' gave you his number" you took another bite of her, your, food.

"well, not that it's any of your business" Andy started and crossed her arms, drawing a step closer to you.

You two were nothing, you two have never been anything but friends. Close friends even, yea sure, but not even between best friends there's usually this...tension.

A touch of a hand or a brush of a shoulder, or the look of encouragement shared before going inside of burning building; all of this was definitely not just friendly, and you could both feel it.

But none of you ever acted on it, for whatever reason.

So, even though it was none of your business, Andy wanted to made sure you knew the truth.

"his number was all I got, I didn't call him"

"ohw, are you scared to go on a date Herrera?" you challenged, lowering your head so your faces were even closer. "is it been that long since your last kiss?"

In a way, you weren't wrong. In the last few months, whenever Andy tried to get with someone, let it be a one night stand or a coffee date, it never felt right.

And she never wanted to admit to herself why it felt wrong, so she just put the dating scene aside, avoiding casual hook ups and flirting with strangers.

But you weren't a stranger.

And to say the tension was a secret would be a great lie. Everyone with working eyeballs could see it, and they all had things to say about it too.

But they don't always notice when they're interrupting a moment,

like Travis right now, barging into the room with his loud voice.

"what's for breakfast? I'm so hun- oh"

he stopped in his tracks, after seeing the position you two were in, making you take a step back from each other.

"did I interrupt something, cause I can go back and we can pretend I was never here"

"no nothing happ-, don't worry about it Travis" you waved your toast in the air, dismissing his entertained expression.

Andy brought her hands on her hips, still trying to wrap her head about what could have happened.

"and there's nothing for breakfast, it was Miller's turn but he's on a call"

The woman then turned to you, and leaned over you to grab the apple you offered her moments ago.

"you're lucky if you can make yourself a toast"

It was meant for Travis, but she never took her eyes off you, watching you take the last bite of her food, smirk on your lips.

2

Vic's posture was slouched and her lips were slightly moving as she counted the money in her hands.

You entered the break room and took a seat on the sofa across from her.

"are you handing out free cash?"

She didn't take her eyes off the bills, afraid she might lose count.

"I'm handling a bet actually, don't distract me"

At that, you let out a sound of surprise, clearly exited

"who are we betting on? I want in"

"I don't you can, since we're betting on you" Vic counted the money again, then put it in her back pocket.

"when are you going to man up and ask Andy out?"

You groaned at her words, throwing your head back onto the backrest of the couch.

"why are you even betting on that? I'm not going to, we're just friends"

It took Vic all her strength not to burst out laughing at you. And you don't think you would have blamed her either.

"alright. Who says I will?"

"oh everyone actually" she shrugged her shoulders, plainly amused by your reaction, "we're just betting on when it's going to happen"

"you're impossible" you replied, knowing damn well you would have loved this bet if it were about anyone else.

"and you're in love with Andy" she accused, slapping your shoulder.

And while you were having this conversation, Andy's day was not going very differently.

"I'm not in love with (Y/N), Maya"

Andy and Maya were assigned with cleaning the lockers room and the blonde tried to make it not so boring with some light conversation, except it wasn't all that fun to the other woman.

"oh come on everyone can see that"

"then everyone is blind" she stopped removing dust from one of the helmets to look at her best friend.

"why are you so persistent on denying it Andy?" the task at hand was long gone by now, and the two were just talking

"You used to tell me everything about Gibson or Tanner or anyone, why won't you tell me about them?"

"because-" the brunette raised her arms in the air, one of her hands still holding the rag she was using to clean the gear

"there's nothing to talk about, we're just friends"

Maya wanted to scoff, or laugh at her face, but much like Vic did, she kept to herself, returning her attention to her assignment.

"besides, why are you so sure they're into me?" she asked after a second of silence, keeping her eyes on the dirty lockers.

If you were into her, she wanted to know. Just out of curiosity, nothing more.

The other firefighter raised an eyebrow, then proceeded to shrug, before answering.

"the way they look at you, the way they talk to you, the way they look at your-" she was stopped just in time by the shirt Andy threw at her face.

"that's just...flirting" Andy tried to justify your behavior, but for some reason she didn't believe it, didn't want to

"they're flirty, I'm flirty, it's just a way to keep things interesting around here. Sorry you're too uptight to understand that"

"oh I'm too uptight?" Maya pointed a finger at herself, laughing in disbelief.

"okay so you're telling me," she put the false accusation aside

"that if you let your hair down, undid a couple of buttons, and swayed your hips, they wouldn't try to sleep with you? not even try to kiss you?" she challenged, pointing with her fingers at every part of her body she was talking about.

Maya enjoyed the hesitation on Andy's face.

"no, they wouldn't." she settled on.

"okay. Let's test it out"

"what?"

"let's test it out" the blonde repeated "and if they really don't try anything, I'll stop insisting"

Andy bit the inside of her cheeks, pondering her answer. She really wanted to get Maya off her back, but she didn't know if she was ready to face the truth.

"(Y/L/N), lieutenant Herrera wants to see you, in the lockers room" Maya's head appeared into the break room, making Vic raise her eyebrows and voice her thoughts in a teasing tone.

"wonder what the lieutenant wants in the room where everyone goes to get naked"

"you're insufferable" you glared at the woman, getting up from the couch. You would have said something else, but by Maya's choise of words it was probably something important, so you let her go.

"thanks Bishop" you nodded your head, exiting the room.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as they were left alone, the two women instantly started gossiping about their recent conversations.

"lieutenant, Bishop said you wanted to see me?" you asked as you appeared into the room.

"lieutenant? so I'm not your captain anymore, (Y/L/N)?"

You were left with your mouth agape for a couple of seconds, you only called her that way when the situation wasn't serious.

"you..needed my help, as my lieutenant?"

"I needed your advice actually, on something not really work related" she explained, and you relaxed a bit.

"sure, ask away" you shrugged, leaning your back on one of the lockers.

"you think this is appropriate, for a date?" she opened her arms to better show her outfit, which was just her uniform. The only thing that really changed was her wavy hair, now free from the ponytail she always had at work.

You blinked a few times, before nodding

"uh I guess? perfect for an after shift day"

"do I know them?" she saw you fiddle with one of the hanging coats, but she didn't mention it, "another firefighter? someone you met at the bar, or-"

you turned to look at her, "mister 'handsome hair guy', you finally called him?"

"are you jealous, (Y/L/N)?" Andy squinted her eyes, and made a show of crossing her arms, making you follow the movement.

That was a big mistake, because now you were hyper aware of the few buttons missing from her shirt.

She took a step closer.

"why would I?" you licked your lips, and mimicked her action. Neither of you noticed, but those two steps were enough to get the two of you face to face.

"do you want me, to be jealous?" you lowered your voice, two of your fingers slipping into the loop of her pants, pulling her towards you.

"I-" her breath seemed to get stuck in her throat and her arms threatened to fall to her sides.

"(Y/N).." she whispered, and you could feel the word on your lips.

"Aid car 19. Medical response requested" the loud voice echoed into the silent locker room, but it didn't interrupt your staring contest.

"I'm on aid car today" you explained, and you knew you could get an earful from captain Sullivan if you didn't run to the truck right that instant, but you couldn't get your legs to move.

And Andy wasn't helping at all.

"I know"

"Aid car 19. Medical response requested"

"(Y/L/N), you ready?" you heard another voice yell from the other room.

This time, you took a step back.

"coming Warren" you yelled back, making sure he heard you.

"I have to go" you said, with more urgency then before, and all you got back was a distant nod.

"you'd look great in anything, by the way" you added once you had one foot out of the door, then shut it quickly behind you, missing the blush that covered Andy's cheeks at your comment.

3

The sound of the big door opening and the motor of the engine shutting off made your ears perk up, and you turned to see half the team getting out of the truck.

The captain instantly went to his office, but that's where he always was when he wasn't on a call, so that didn't surprise you.

What surprised you was that a certain brunette didn't even spare you a glance, going up the stairs.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her behavior, but you couldn't catch her attention as the man on the phone was still talking your ear off, and you were trying really hard not to be rude.

"and I'm sorry that happened, sir, but you can't call the fire department for something like this" you pinched the bridge of your nose, hoping to end this as soon as possible.

When he repeated the same problem for the third time you restrained a groan, leaning back on the chair, making someone laugh behind you.

You craned your neck to look at her, then motioned for her to come closer with your hand.

"there's nothing we can do sir, if someone stole your car you need to call the police, not us"

Maya laughed again at your words, leaning on the counter beside the phone.

"yes, yes, hope you can get it back, yes, goodbye" your tone grew more impatient with every word, until you finally ended the call, slamming the phone back on the table.

"desk duty is so fun right?" she mocked you, and she was less then effected by your glare.

"yea sure, that's what I dreamed about when I applied to be a firefighter" sarcasm laced your answer.

"hey uhm" you stalled for a second, Maya was acting normally, but it was very weird for Andy to ignore you, unless she wasn't in the mood to interact with anyone

"did anything happen on the last call?"

You saw her shake her head, almost confused by the question.

"I don't know, Andy seemed weird. But, she probably didn't see me" you tried to reason, but Maya nodding her head made you rethink what you said.

"nothing happened, but you should go talk to her"

Even though her words did nothing but fuel your confusion, you briefly thanked her, then went up the stairs.

You mindlessly played with your fingers as you paced back and forth in the hallway; despite Maya's words, you still didn't know if bothering Andy would be a great idea.

Maybe she wanted her space, that's why she ran straight to her room, or maybe she didn't have the courage to ask for the help she needed.

While your head was busy thinking about different scenarios, your feet made the decision for you, stopping you in your tracks, and your knuckles tapped two times on the wooden door.

Andy heard you calling out her name, and much like you did moments ago, debated whether or not to let you in.

A whole minute has passed with her biting her lip in thought, and keeping her eyes everywhere but on the door itself.

And when she finally made her decision, she was afraid it was now too late.

"come in"

To her surprise, you had been standing there the whole time, turning the handle at her words, and stepping slowly into the room.

She moved to one side of the bed, to make room for you. And you mimicked her position, leaning your back on the wall.

Since you didn't know what she needed just yet, you meant to stay silent, but she was the first one to break the silence.

"she would have died"

She kept her gaze ahead, even when your head turned to look at her.

"if the team followed my lead, she would have died."

"what are you saying Andy?" you whispered, noticing how she took her time to form words; and when she did, her words were hardly coherent.

"on the call, Sullivan asked me if I had a plan, and I had one. But we ended up doing as he said" she paused, her gaze falling to the hands on her lap "and thank god we did, because if we waited like i suggested she would have died. And it would have been my fault"

"but she didn't"

"yea because I'm not a captain, (Y/N)" for the first time she looked back at you, with furrowed eyebrows and a pleading look in her eyes.

"I've been so fixated on thinking I should be the captain because my dad was, that maybe- maybe I don't deserve it" she concluded, lightly shaking her head.

It was no secret that having Sullivan as a captain has been hard on everyone. You could handle a strict leadership, sure, you were used to hostile situations anyway, but this team has always felt like a home, and someone suddenly entered the family, altering its balance.

And it was definetly no secret that the one who has suffered the most from it was Andy. She had to see her father step down, and the station she grew up in being commanded by someone else, someone who knew nothing about any member of the team.

She tried not to let it show, always claiming she accepted the change, and just wanted to make a good impression on the new captain.

But you could see how it was eating her alive.

You reached for her hand, linking your fingers together. You didin't say anything, waiting for her to look at you, and she did.

"we don't know what could have happened" you whispered "maybe you would have changed your mind halfway through, or you would have taken your teammate idea and changed the plan. You would have saved her, I'm sure of it"

Judging by her silence, you thought she was considering your words, until you heard her take a sharp breath in, and her hand in yours briefly loosened it's grip.

She was finding it harder and harder to keep eye contact, she felt the corners of her eyes burning, and if it were anyone else right now she would have just asked them to leave.

But you weren't anyone else, and she found herself hanging onto your every word, your tone showing a warmth only the touch of your hand could recreate, and with the way you were looking at her, she has never felt more naked, more vulnerable.

"you don't know that" she breathed out, sounding almost defeated.

"no I don't" you admitted, because you didn't. "but I know that you would have done anything in your power to save everyone, like you always do, as a captain or a lieutenant or as a person. I would follow you into a building on the verge of collapsing if you told me to do so, which could happen tomorrow" she lightly chucked, knowing this was a very plausible scenario.

Your tone became serious again, "because I know you pondered every other possibility, and I trust you to make the right choice." your tongue came out to swipe against your lips, and Andy couldn't help but follow the action with her eyes

"I mean it when I say you're the best captain this station could ever have"

"(Y/N)..." she didn't know why she called your name, you were right there, but you were the only thing on her mind at this point.

You were so close to her, she just head to tilt her head and she would feel the lips that uttered such comforting words on hers.

But when she scooted closer, or maybe it was your doing, you blinked rapidly, almost as if you just realized what was about to happen, then cleared your throat.

"you should get some sleep"

You almost regretted your words as you took in the hurt expression on her face. You would have wanted nothing more than to allow her to zero the distance, to finally give clarity to this weird relationship between you two, but you didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerable state, and confuse the need of comfort with love.

"I'll see you after my shift?" you forced yourself to ask as you got up from her bed when she made no move to talk.

"yea" she only noticed you getting to her door when her hand started to get cold again.

"thank you"

"anytime" you replied softly, then closed the door behind you.

4

You took another sip from your cold beer, while you leaned your back on the wall.

You stopped interacting with the others a little while ago, just content with listening to them talk.

To be honest you weren't really following what they were saying, all became a blur to you after the second, or the third beer, but you could recognize their light tones and careless laughs, making you feel at ease.

You could make out Travis and Jack's voice, with some interventions from Dean here and there, probably warning them not to get their feet on his coffee table.

You could also make out the sound of the water by the deck slowly moving with the wind.

The one sound that came crystal clear to your ears was a certain brunette's laugh as she talked with her friend a few feet away from you.

Even if Andy, and Vic for that matter, caught you looking in their direction multiple times, you could just say that you were looking at the water behind them, not that they would believe you. Vic definitely wouldn't.

As you raised the bottle to your lips you found your mouth empty, and a little frown took over your face.

You didn't bother warning the others, it's not like you were participating in the conversation, and headed inside.

And once you were back in the house the lack of the wind running through your hair made your cheeks feel really warm, making you realize they were probably red on the outside.

You actually went inside to get another beer or something to eat, but once your eyes landed on it, you couldn't resist the couch in the middle of the room.

"careful with your head like that, you might throw up"

it was only a few seconds of you sitting on the couch with your head leaned back in the air over the headrest until you heard her soft voice, and her heels coming closer to you.

"and you followed me to make sure I wouldn't?" you changed position, guided by her hand on the back of your neck, and saw her sitting next you.

"it was more so you wouldn't get another beer" she chuckled, turning so her middle was facing you.

"I wasn't going to get another beer" you lied.

She began speaking again, about what you didn't know, you weren't even sure she was talking; you could just see the way her lips moved, lips that had much more lipstick earlier this evening, she must have removed it by accident with a napkin after eating.

Her makeup was still on point though, you saw her subtly checking it with her phone before, but you were too far away to tell her it was perfect.

You were used to her wearing make up, she did that for a night out or, in this case, when you had little parties at Dean's house.

But there was one thing you didn't see often.

"what are thinking about?" her words finally entered your brain, making you blink rapidly.

Your voice came out slightly unsteady, but Andy was the only one to notice

"your hair"

"my hair?" she raised her eyebrows, cackling.

Between the alcohol turning your gears and her laugh stopping them, you struggled to find your next words "yea it's-" you scooter closer, one hand reaching to twirl a lock of her hair between your fingers "-different, I like it on you"

She got out a small "thank you" as she saw you playing with the ends of her curly hair, and she could feel your breath on her collarbone from the way you were leaning into her.

"sorry, I don't want to ruin it" you apologized, letting your hand fall next to her thigh.

When you raised your head to look at her you found her really close to your face, lips mere inches away from each other.

"it's okay" she reassured in a whisper, but she had a feeling your head was somewhere else.

In a bold act, probably guided by the alcohol, you propped yourself up on the couch to get even closer to the brunette, and closed your eyes.

You opened them again when you felt a hand on your chest, Andy's fingers gently grabbing the fabric of your shirt.

Her mouth was still agape, trying to grasp the right words.

"you're drunk" she whispered, but it felt more like an inconvenience rather than a statement.

She didn't give you time to reply and just got up from the couch, excusing herself as she went back outside.

Even after you were left alone, your eyes were still on the same spot were Andy was seated, trying to translate abstract thoughts.

Then, letting out a big sigh, you resumed your position on the couch.

And suddenly, the alcohol in your system wasn't nearly enough to stop you from realizing what you just did.

And how Andy reacted.

You felt the couch dip beside you, and it was only then you reopened your eyes, finding Maya next to you.

You two sat silently for a while, she didn't drink as much as you did, but you could see the light redness on her cheeks and her relaxed eyebrows.

She probably came in here to get away from the voices that seemed to get louder every second; as some of them tended to get loud when drunk.

You cleared your throat, but your voice still came out in a whisper.

"I almost kissed her"

And if you weren't so distracted you would have slapper her for the surprised laugh she let out

"you what?"

"I almost kissed her" you repeated, this time louder "and she pulled away"

While you were looking at the ceiling you missed the way the blonde fully turned her body towards you, adjusting one leg under the other. She squinted her eyes, almost hoping you were so drunk it was all just incoherent blabbing

"what do you mean she pulled away?"

"she pulled away, she rejected me, she refused me, she turned me down- is it clear now?" you asked sarcastically, placing the empty bottle that was still in your hand on the coffee table in front of you.

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows, deeply confused with this turn of events.

"...Andy?"

"yes Maya, Andy. Who do you think I'm in love with?" normally you would have never let something so big slip, especially when she was in the other room, but you were too drunk and confused and hurt and tired to care about filtering your words.

Thankfully she didn't make it a big deal, and tried her best to comfort you. Truth was, Maya herself didn't know how to help you, she was so sure Andy had feelings for you that she couldn't think of any reason why she did what she did.

So, when they all got back inside to end the night and Andy saw you sleeping on her shoulder, and offered to drive you home, Maya tightened the hold on your shirt, stating you didn't need it, and you could just sleep at Dean's for the night.

You made sure to thank Maya the morning after at the station, while feeling a pair of eyes on the back of your back.

5

After the "accident" at Dean's house, you expected Andy to treat you differently, or even to avoid you, but to your surprise she acted normally around you.

Or at least she tried to.

While you tried to pretend nothing ever happened that night, for Andy's sake, Andy couldn't stop thinking about it.

It was not the first time you almost kissed, so it shouldn't bother her this much; but it was the first time she pulled away.

This time there was no call, no one entering the room, no one interrupting them but herself.

She tried telling herself that you didn't really want it, that you were too drunk to actually realize what you tried to do, but it was all just an excuse not to blame herself.

Every time you looked at her she couldn't get the image of your eyes closed and your red cheeks out of her head, every time you talked to her, Andy couldn't stop thinking about how you so softly complimented her hair, and it was becoming harder and harder not to confront you.

But thankfully, with your line of work, she was able to put personal business aside and just treat you like a coworker.

"(Y/L/N), Bishop, what's the situation?" your lieutenant asked through the radio.

She was assigned by the captain to the hoses outside the condo with Montgomery and Hughes, while you and Maya had to go inside the building to check where the smoke was coming from.

"we're on the fifth floor for now, there's still no fire but I'm starting to smell the smoke" the blonde replied, before shutting down the communication.

"you know what I was thinking about" she started, casting you a quick look and seeing your raised eyebrow through the mask before continuing "Andy's been acting weird around you"

"yea I wonder why" you sarcastically remarked, ignoring her laugh.

"no I mean, good weird. She looks at you more from across the room, she always seats beside you during breakfast, she asks you how you are during a call" she finished, referring to what she did a few seconds ago.

"she asked us" you clarified "and she is not acting any different, you're seeing things"

Not that Maya told you, but after that night Andy came to her to confide in her best friend, and finally told her the truth.

"I think you should tell her how you feel, maybe she just needs to hear you say it" she encouraged you, now that she knew both sides she couldn't help but try to push you in the right direction and end this endless pining.

Without stopping, you answered "oh you want me to be direct? Sure" you mimicked her action, shrugging your shoulders "do you remember when I tried to kiss you and you pulled away? yea well, I wanted to tell you that I really like you, in case you wanted to turn me down a second time."

You scoffed at your own words and turned a corner, but when you saw her stopping in her tracks you also stopped, confused.

"there's the smoke" she announced, making you look at the apartment at the end of the hallway, and while she ran towards the door, you opened your radio.

"captain, we found the source, east side of the building. We're going in"

Turns out the apartment belonged to a single mother and while she was distracted by her kids the stove she was cooking breakfast on caught on fire, and the flames instantly engulfed the door, forcing her to hide in the other room with her two boys.

While Maya helped the woman and the kids evacuate the building, you stayed behind to extinguish what was left of the fire.

After receiving confirmation that there wasn't anyone else left in the apartment, you got out of the building to finally get some fresh air.

You sat at the back of the engine, with the oxygen mask covering half of your face. You were looking in front of you at the smoke slowly disappearing when suddenly someone blocked the sun from hitting the side of your face, making you look up at her.

"you're using our vics' masks" Andy leaned on the door of truck, but made no move to grab the device.

"oh I didn't know-" you went to take it off your face, but her hand on your wirst and her laugh stopped you.

"I'm kidding, they used it while you were inside." she explained with a smile. But then it seemed to falter for a second "are you okay? Maya said it shouldn't have taken you that long to extinguish the fire. I could have sent someone up to help you."

You closed one eye and furrowed your eyebrows when her new position exposed you to the sun once again, but you kept on looking at her with the other eye.

You found it cute how she offered you help without realizing she couldn't have made that decision by herself anyway.

"don't worry about it captain, I was just checking for any gas leaks" the fake title rolling off your tongue as sweetly as the last time you used it a couple of weeks ago.

She saw you putting the oxygen mask behind you and let her gaze fall to the ground. When she finally told Maya how she feels about you, the blonde never revealed what she knew about your own feelings, and only told her to "go for it", which didn't help. at all.

"what's up with you?" your fingers reached for her belt loops and brought her closer. Andy widened her eyes slightly in surprise but when she noticed your relazed eyebrows, she realized you just moved her to block the sun.

"what do you mean? I'm fine" she knew it was useless with you, but she still tried to play dumb.

"I know you Andy, I can see when you're lost in your thoughts"

You gave her time to answer but she took it to look at your features.

The full face mask you wore before made your hair messier that they normally were, and your uniform had now dust and ash traces. Since her body covered the sun from hitting your face she couldn't see the brightness she was used to admire in your eyes, but they still held the same softness they always held while you were looking at her.

What she couldn't really take her eyes off where your cheeks. Being close to the fire made your body temperature grow, and gave your cheeks the same hue they had the night at Dean's house.

And that made Andy think.

Maybe your action weren't completely controlled by the alcohol.

In a spur of confidence, Andy grabbed your rosy cheeks, bringing you closer to her. And suddenly, much to your surprise, her lips where on yours.

You put one hand behind you so you wouldn't fall on your back with the force she was using, while your other hand went to reach behind her neck.

Andy could almost taste the smoke you inhaled minutes before, but the fact that you were kissing her back was enough to make up for it.

When she pulled away and straightened her back from the uncomfortable arch it was in, you slowly reopened your eyes and you honestly couldn't tell who looked more surprised.

"I thought-" the hand on your cheeck was making it just that bit harder for you to think "when I tried to kiss you-"

"you were drunk" she replied "I wasn't sure you really wanted it and I didn't want to finally kiss you when you wouldn't be able to remember the next day"

You kept looking between her eyes during the explanation, your hand going back to her waist mid speech.

"I will definitely remember now" you remarked, before pulling her in a second kiss.

Before you could detach yourself from her lips, you heard someone's footsteps coming towards you, then a loud cheer sounded from behind Andy.

"I see you two finally did it"

"and now I don't have to keep your secrets anymore" Maya added, following Vic.

"wait you knew? why didn't you tell me, Andy?" Vic looked between the two women,

"because you suck at keeping secrets Vic" the woman next to you answered, crossing her arms. She shifted her weight, slightly leaning into you hand still resting on her side.

"you really do, Vi" you chuckled, backing Andy up.

"yea whatever you know what?" she pointed at the both of you "I still won the bet, so thank you anyway, love birds" Vic proudly announced, but before getting in the back of the engine, she turned to the blonde once again

"and you're not getting anything, since you already knew"

At that, Maya groaned, following her "oh come on, that's not fair"

Their argument got lost on you as you turned back to look at Andy, who looked both amused and confused. She probably wasn't aware of the bet.

You got up and kissed her cheek to bring her attention back to you.

"do you want to drive?" she asked after a second, knowing that with her as lieutenant you'd sit next to her.

"yea, I'd like that. And,"

you took a step forward, your lips hovering hers "we can talk about this later?"

She nodded with a smile, but when she tried to close the distance, Travis honking from the aid car startled her.

He was a few meters away, so he wasn't able to see what was happening, or he would have never interrupted.

But Andy decided right this moment that she didn't want to get interrupted by anyone anymore, so she put her arms around your neck, and leaned in to kiss you again.

"let's go back, before we get another call" she spoke up once she separated from you, then walked past you to get into the passenger's seat.

And as soon as you started the engine, you heard Andy's incredulous voice, making you laugh out loud

"why did no one tell me about the bet?"

Andy Herrera Masterlist

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 5 - The Cafeteria

I have flashed my creative licence in this chapter and borrowed some dialogue from The Duffers Brothers, because let's face it we all fell in love with Eddie in the cafeteria and the woods scene, but I have slightly re-jigged the context. We also have a flashback. Here be smut and feelings.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, p in v sex, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut again, mentions of drugs, spit as lube, slight pain during sex? I am terrible at warnings

"It's a promise "

Eddie's words were ringing in your ears as you selected your outfit for the day. Not that you were picking an outfit to catch Eddie's attention, just like you hadn't intentionally put on a lacy baby pink underwear set. It just so happened to compliment your outfit, an off the shoulder baby pink sweater, paired with a simple black skater skirt and your converse, cute and practical that’s all.

"Sprout, hurry up and get your butt in the car or you're going to be late!" Your Dad calls up as you finish applying your lipstick, it was a little beat up from Eddie's antics but still usable. 

Taking the stairs two at a time, you grab your purse, jumping into the idling car on the drive.

"Little overdressed for school aren't you kiddo?" Your dad asks after a couple of minutes

"Uh - they're taking some random pictures of the seniors for the year book today." You reply absentmindedly, flicking down the vanity mirror rooting through your bag for your compact blush.

"Sprout, I may be old but I'm not dumb, are you dating?" 

You pause in your search, you hated lying to your dad, but if you were being technical about it you weren't dating. Having casual sex with the local outcast, sure, but definitely not dating. 

"No Dad," you laugh uncomfortably, "I'm not dating, there's no one I want to date, well apart from Steve." You add, checking over your appearance in the mirror one last time as he pulls into the school parking lot. 

"Ok kiddo, I believe you." His tone said otherwise. "Am I picking you up after school?" He asks as you climb out. 

You go to respond but the air is suddenly filled with the sound of heavy metal and the screech of tires, Eddie, you stare as he spins the van recklessly into a parking spot earning the glare of some jocks nearby.

'I do whatever I want to, to ya

I'll nail your ass to the sheets

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya

I fuck like a beast!'

"Sprout, you ever bring a boy like that home, I'll send you to live with your mother permanently." Your dad says watching Eddie in clear disapproval.

"Uh huh." You mutter weakly, holding onto the car door tightly as Eddie kills the engine.

"So am I picking you up?" He asks again.

"No- uh, I'm going to watch Rob's practice." You reply distractedly.

Eddie spots you from the other side of the car park, a shit eating grin spreading across his face sending a shock of arousal through your body. "Bye Dad." You say quickly, shutting the door and heading off in the opposite direction.

"Hey dingus!" Robin hails you from Steve's car which has just pulled up behind you, Dustin and Mike squeezing out from the back; Hellfire Club t-shirts emblazoning their chests like Eddie's little minions. How they all managed to guilt trip Steve into giving them a lift everyday you'd never know. 

He raises his hand in greeting, a smile on his handsome face, you wave back your heart doing its usual sputter.

‘It’s going to be a long day.’ You think to yourself.

The cafeteria was a hive of activity and noise, Robin talking at the speed of a freight train as you grabbed your food trays, barely allowing you time to add in sympathetic noises. 

“I mean, am I really that invisible?” She asks you desperately.

“Of course you’re not Rob, maybe she was just focusing on the class.” You offer supportively, heading to your usual lunch table.

“Focusing on the back of Dan’s head more like.” She grumbles, taking a vicious bite out of her slice of pizza.

“Didn’t you say she laughed at your David Bowie joke last week?” You ask, remembering how excited she had been.

“She was just being polite.” Robin mutters miserably you can tell it’s going to be an all-lunchtime funk, so you busy yourself with picking the orange segments out of your fruit cocktail.

“ …sodomy, suicide and even murder!” You glance up quickly hearing Eddie’s voice ring out from a couple of benches over, the usual gang laughing at his antics as he climbs up onto the table, talking loudly so it carries across the cafeteria. 

“-but - as long as you’re into band, or science, or paaarties -” He sneers surveying the various cliques, before rounding on the jocks, “-or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” He yells, making the whole cafeteria fall silent. 

You see Jason Carver stand up, looking pissed. “You want something freak?!”

Eddie sticks his tongue out, making devil horns with his fingers, and you can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you, it draws his attention and he winks quickly; shaking your head with a smile as he jumps back down carrying on with his rant the words drowned out by the return of the usual noise.

“Since when did you find Eddie Munson so funny?” Robin asks you suddenly, you realise with a jolt that she’s been watching the entire exchange, you shrug nonchalantly.

“I don’t, it’s just, he's got a point.” You mutter, shoving some fruit into your mouth.

“Mm, fair,” she agrees with a nod “,but not about band though.” she adds quickly, which launches her into another frenetic monologue about band practice tonight and whether she can get Vicki to laugh properly this time.

You zone out completely, eyes on Eddie, who is staring intensely at you as he chews on a pretzel, you raise an eyebrow at him in a silent challenge, watching a grin creep across his face. Biting your lip coyly, you pick up a piece of syrupy fruit with your fingers, tongue laving at the sticky juice running down your hand; it’s a dangerous move so close to Robin, but it’s worth it to see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, you smirk in satisfaction popping the grape into your mouth.

“I’m gonna get rid of this.” You say to Robin, picking up your tray. 

“Yeah, I should get going, I've got “Mrs. Clickity Clackity next period, why didn’t I drop history when Tammy left?” She asks with a groan, handing you her own tray, swinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Because you’re a glutton for punishment. I’ll see you at 5.” You call as she walks away.

The tray station is just behind Eddie, you can feel his eyes tracking you as you move across the floor, swinging your hips a little, making sure to pick a low shelf knowing that it would give him a flash of your panties as you bent over. Feeling accomplished with all your teasing, you turn to leave only to walk straight into his chest.

“Oh! I’m sorry sweetheart, please excuse me, I didn’t see you there!” He chimes innocently, placing a hand on your hip to steady you.

“Whatever, Munson.” You say coldly, playing up to your supposed indifference towards him, you feel him quickly slip something into the waistband of your skirt with a pointed look, and then the exchange is over. You push past him, adding  “Just watch where you’re going next time, jerkoff.” for good measure, as he bows out of your way.

You wait until you’re back at your locker to read the tiny scrap of paper.

‘16:15, the picnic bench. E.’

The sky was overcast by the end of 8th period, a slight chill in the air making you regret wearing a skirt as you picked your way through the overgrown path to the picnic bench. Funnily enough it was at the bench where you and Eddie had your first proper encounter nearly 3 years ago, you were a clueless frightened sophomore looking for some weed to ease your panic attacks, making covert enquiries the same name had come up each time; Eddie Munson. 

You had approached him tentatively in the corridor unsure how to go about it, tapping him gingerly on the shoulder as he shoved pristine looking textbooks into his locker, he jumped, turning quickly like he was about to punch you.

“Jeeeesus, where the hell did you sneak up from sweetheart?” He gasped, unclenching his fists.

“I-i’m sorry!” You squeaked, taking a step backwards.

“Hey, you’re fine, it was my fault.” He said soothingly.

This was a bad idea, you probably didn’t have enough money, or he’d just laugh at you, or worst of all you’d get caught by your dad.

“You ok?” He asked, reaching a hand out, but dropping it as you flinched slightly “You need something?” He pressed, emphasis on the word ‘something’.

You nodded sheepishly, eyes darting at the passing people in the hall.

“You know where the old picnic bench is in the woods behind the gymnasium?” He asked quietly.

You shook your head, biting your lip, cheeks burning. He sighed pulling a sheet of paper from his locker sketching a crude map for you to follow. “Meet me here after last period, we’ll get you sorted out.” 

Eddie was sitting at the bench when you arrived, a battered tin box open on the table.

“Take a seat.” He offered, you perched lightly, legs jiggling with nervous energy. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay? No one ever comes out here. We’re safe, I promise” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Okay.” You replied quietly, watching with interest as he pulled out various baggies.

“So I'll do you a half ounce for, uh… 20. What do you say? It’s plenty of bang for your buck, should last a while.”

“A half?” You asked, feeling stupid, thinking you’d just be buying some pre-rolled joints.

“Wow, you really are green around the gills huh sweetheart?” He said with a small laugh, but it wasn’t unkind. “Look you can tell me to mind my own business, but, what do you need this stuff for anyways? I mean it’s not meth but a sweet little thing like you, you sure you wanna do drugs? He asked seriously.

“I - i, uh get these panic attacks, thought it might help.” You mumbled pulling on your sleeves nervously.

He nodded in understanding, expression softening.

“Ok well, seeing as it’s your first time and you’ve opted to score from me, an excellent choice by the way,” He said with a grin. “I'll do you a deal; twenty-five percent discount for the half, that’s fifteen bucks.”

“Yes, thank you.” You muttered with a small smile back. “If I give you $25, would you teach me how to make them - please?”

You had spent the next hour with Eddie, watching intently as he rolled joint after joint, telling you about the different kinds of weed, the best papers. Giving you a standing ovation when successfully made your own, even if it was overly fat and wonky, staying with you as you took your first hit with trembling fingers, rubbing your back when you choked on the unfamiliar smoke. You had left the clearing that day promising him to go slow on the supply, and to come back to him when you needed a restock, he would only take $15.

Unlike your first meeting, Eddie wasn’t already there waiting for you. You sit on the tabletop, legs swinging idly, leaning back on your elbows to stare up at the birds flitting to and fro.

You hear the snap of a branch and suddenly Eddie’s face is hovering above your own,standing between your legs, making you squeak in fright.

“Eddie, you fucking psycho!” You shout, trying to punch him but he grabs both your arms hauling you up against him.

“Ah, ah, play nicely sweetheart.” He coos, nipping at your left ear lobe.

“That was a real dick move, you know that?” You grumble still trying to tug your arms out of his grasp.

“You should pay more attention to your surroundings princess, there could be anyone out here. “ He smirks devilishly, so you simply glower at him.

“Aw, now don’t look at me like that baby, especially after that stunt you pulled in the cafeteria.” He warns, mouth descending on your neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You breathe out shakily, trying to stop yourself from pressing forward to chase him, as he pulls away with a disbelieving look on his face.

“Really? That little show and tell you did with the fruit cocktail and the tray, you’re lucky I didn't fuck you there and then.”

You gasp sharply, hips bucking unconsciously at the thought. 

“Such a little slut.” He laughs in awe, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, finally releasing your arms, you immediately tangle your hands in his hair, while he moves to grope at your ass.

“Jesus, I've been thinking about this all day.” He groans, dragging you closer to the edge of the table to grind his pelvis against yours, hissing as you leave a trail of bites along the straining column of his throat. He picks you up suddenly, your legs automatically wrapping around his middle.

“Ed’s I swear to God if you drop me.” You say threateningly, clinging tightly to his shoulders, but he simply sits on one side of the bench, back to the table with you straddling his lap.

“Oh shut up you little brat.” He taunts, pulling on your hair slightly in order to slam your mouth back to his, free hand kneading the flesh of your ass under your skirt; rings sure to leave bruises.

You can’t help but rock your hips, tongues clashing, hands pinching, nails scratching. He breaks apart from you to pull your sweater over your head, eyes sparkling in delight at your lace covered breasts. 

“This is a very pretty bra, baby.” He murmurs, placing a few open mouthed kisses to the pushed up mounds, “I think it matches your panties?” He asks with a smile, you nod wordlessly, feeling his hand go back under your skirt, exploring fingers trailing over the delicate fabric. “Did you put this on for me princess?”

“Yes.” You whine quietly, as he slips the fabric to one side, the chill air making your pussy clench.

“Such a good girl.” He praises, swiping a thick finger through your wetness before slipping into you with ease, making you shift up against him, head buried in his neck. He’s almost cradling you as he works his finger into your soaked cunt, placing kisses anywhere he can reach, murmuring encouragement until you shiver in his arms.

“You cold?” He mumbles, forehead pressed to yours, you nod gently which turns into a whine of protest as his finger slips from your tight heat. Shifting about awkwardly, he slides his jacket off, before helping you into it using the collar to bring you back to his warm lips. “Gotta look after my girl.” 

Your heart skips a beat, my girl, keening softly against his mouth, you unbuckle his belt finding he’s gone commando today, his cock hard in your fist as you pump him slowly but firmly, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He lets out breathy little moans at your touch, before pulling your hand away, hurriedly extracting a condom from his jeans pocket, you play with your clit as he rolls the condom on; both of you staring at the other pupils blown wide.

“C’mere sweetheart.” He pleads softly, holding his cock up so you can sink down, you let out a pained hiss, the stretch at this angle stings, your pussy not used to the intrusion so soon after the last time. 

“Ed’s, i-it’s, ah!” You whimper, nails digging into his back, tears springing in your eyes.

“Slow down baby, it’s ok, I've got you, you’re safe.” He lifts you back up slightly, spitting into his palm spreading some over his cock, the rest he rubs into your cunt, thumb circling your clit as he lets you lower yourself back down at your own pace.

“Oh!” You hiccup, there’s still a stretch but his ministrations on your clit cause pleasurable little sparks that shoot up your spine.

“That’s it sweetheart, nice and slow.” He encourages, his free hand stroking up and down your back, you move with a bit more purpose pulling him in for a needy kiss, as you take his cock fully.

“Oh good girl, shit.” He pants, feeling you seated completely, his spread legs trembling underneath you as he tries to hold back from thrusting straight away. 

“‘M’ok now.” You say quietly, starting to ease yourself up and down, the spit and your own arousal from Eddie’s movements on your swollen clit helping you to glide.

“You sure baby?” He asks.

“Yes, Eddie, please move.” You whisper, and his restraint snaps, hips moving up to meet yours, using his strength to lift you by the ass bringing you back down on heavy thrusts, your arms braced behind you on his thighs. It’s intense, your lips staying connected by a thin trail of saliva, foreheads pressed together, swallowing each other's moans.

“Sweetheart, i’m - fuck - i’m not gonna last.” He chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut tight, teeth clenched in concentration. 

“It’s ok Ed’s.” You say, sucking on his neck with a dreamy sigh. “You can cum.”

"FUCK!" He slams his fist into the wood of the bench, and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen, his hips pulsing upwards drawing out his orgasm. You move to get off of him but he holds you steady, cock still seated inside you, circling your clit with intent.

"Come on baby, I wanna get you there too." He growls, biting your bottom lip, your body wound too tightly, hanging off the proverbial cliff, hands braced on his chest. "Give into it princess, my sweet little thing." Your eyes snap to his in recognition, harking back to your first meeting, and it takes you by surprise, tipping you over the edge, back arching into his touch as you cum.

You allow yourself to be held, Eddie’s arms smoothing over your thighs and lower back, you press your head into his collarbone and feel his heart racing. 

“That was something else.” He sighs, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile breathlessly, checking your watch. “Shit, I gotta go, Robin’s got practice and I said I’d watch.” You say regretfully.

He nods in understanding, holding your gaze, fingers still tracing over your thighs, before you can stop yourself you kiss him, it’s slow, delicate and filled with a significance you weren’t ready to discuss. You catch yourself, feeling like you’ve just stepped over some invisible line, you practically jump off of him, stripping his jacket off in haste and throwing it to him.

“I’ll call you later.” You shout, jogging out of the clearing, pulling your jumper back on as you go, leaving Eddie half dressed and utterly bemused.

Taglist: @avalon-wolf @eddiemunsonsgf2

[dickgraysonwayne]

Effective Influence

Ao3

Summary: Robin deals with his first major in-team fight. Set early s1 in the Teen Titans cartoon verse.

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 1: Leader of the Titans | Dick’s Undervalued Competency | Spyral Crew

It’s the raised voices that really capture Robin’s attention.

He’s sitting on the couch, trying to get through a match of Mario Kart with Beast Boy (and getting his ass kicked, to be honest) when he hears the shouting, muffled, bang against the metal doors of the main room of Titans Tower.

“I’m not—”

“That’s not what I said! I didn’t say anything like that!”

Startled, he drops the controller onto the couch next to him, swerving off the track. Beast Boy, ears flicking in the direction of the doors, follows suit. Their character sit there, on the tracks, bobbing along as the console-run enemies zip past them into the top spots of the race.

Starfire, who had been floating near the back, watching the match in glee, had frozen mid twist in the air. She stares at Robin, eyes wide.

Usually, shouting in Titan’s Tower doesn’t tend to ring any alarm bells in his head. Despite it just being the five of them, they tend to make a lot of noise: between Cyborg and Beast Boy’s antics in themselves, coupled with Starfire’s rising tones when she gets excited, it’s rarely a quiet moment in the Tower.

The sounds can even get unfriendly, or aggressive, but that’s fairly normal too. Cyborg and Robin have a tendency to butt heads, and it can get a little too much at times. But they generally tend to get over it pretty quick, and a lot of it is in the spirit of competition anyway.

Which…Robin has never had that before, never had anyone around his age that he can compete with, stand toe-to-toe with as equals. It’s a nice feeling, especially after he realized exactly what it was.

Even Raven and Beast Boy will have their spats now and then, but it never really gets serious in any meaningful way: just some back and forth snipping until one of them just runs out of energy and lets the moment collapse back to normal.

But. This doesn’t sound like healthy competition, nor does it sound like friendly banter.

“Why would you say that—”

“Why would I—? You’re the one that—”

Beast Boy is off the couch in a flash, running towards the door and pressing his ear against it. “Dude,” He says, tone uncharacteristically serious. “What is going on out there?”

Starfire half drifts over to his direction, face twisted in concern. “It sounds like our friends our fighting,” She says, anxiously wringing her hands. “And the fight sounds like a bad one.”

Beast Boy lifts his head from the door. “What…what do we do?” He asks. “Do we like…do something? Do we stop them?”

As one, Beast Boy and Starfire turn to Robin.

“What—” Robin begins, and then remembers. Oh. I’m in charge.

He gets off the couch, making his way towards the door. “Um,” He says. “I guess let’s see if—”

The words are barely out of his mouth when the door hiss open, Beast Boy falling back and scuttling backwards with a yelp. “Hey, guys,” He says, all frantic-but-trying-to-be-casual. He leaps back up on the sofa, grabbing a controller upside down. “Nothing going on here, everything’s normal!”

Beast Boy’s act is horrible, but nobody comments. It’s like they don’t even notice.

Instead, the eyes of the rest of team are on Cyborg, who had just practically ran into the room, followed by Raven, floating after him quickly, hood casting a dark shadow over her face.

Cyborg is not wearing his usual large grin. Instead, he’s glowering, clearly furious. “Rob,” He says, “I am not going to work with someone who—”

“Calm. Down.” Raven interrupts, equally as explosive, in her own quietly dangerous way. “I never said—”

And it looks like they’re about to start yelling again as they glare daggers at each other. Robin can practically feel the electrical currents of anger buzz between them.

Starfire looks at him with big, watery eyes.

“Okay,” Robin says, cramming his voice with all the authority he can summon. “Stop shouting, okay? I can’t understand you if you keep talking over each other like that.”

The two fall silent, but still glare at each other.

“Uh, okay,” Robin says, glancing at the couch. “Go sit down there, and we’ll…discuss this, okay?”

Beats Boy yelps and scrambles out of the way as the two make their way over cautiously to the couch. He runs to stand by Starfire, who also stands a safe distance away from the chaos.

Robin waits until they’ve taken their seats, then stands in front of them both. “Okay,” He says, trying to buy time to figure out what to do next. “What happened?”

They both start talking at the same time, voices raised, words mixing together.

Robin raises a hand. “Okay,” He interrupts. “One at a time. Cyborg? You start.”

“Raven,” Cyborg says, giving her another glare. “Told me that I wasn’t human.”

Starfire gasps in the background.

“That’s not true,” Raven says through gritted teeth. “I didn’t say that. I just…I was telling him that I knew how it felt not to be human. That’s all. I didn’t mean he isn’t human.”

Robin looks at them. A beat of silence passes. Oh. My turn.

“Um,” He says, then turns back to Raven. “Did you say those words?”

“I—”

“Exact words?” Robin asks, scrambling to try to find a way to fix this. “That you think he doesn’t feel human.”

Raven is silent for a second, then says, “Yes. But that’s not what I meant at all. I was trying…I wanted to let him know that I get it. That’s all.”

Cyborg takes a breath, like he’s about to say something. Robin raises a hand, shakes his head. “It’s her turn,” He says. “Raven, what did you mean?”

“I meant,” Raven says. “That I get what it’s like to not feel like you belong cause you don’t look like everyone else, in a way that makes people think you aren’t human. That’s it.”

Robin turns to Cyborg. “I think there was a misunderstanding here,” He says, tapping a finger on his chin. “She was talking about the feeling of it, I guess, not calling you inhuman.”

“Still,” Cyborg says. “For me, that’s…I’m human, even if I look like a machine. And I don’t want to be friends with someone who thinks otherwise.”

Raven’s eyebrows pull together. Robin feels a chill in the air.

Oh boy. They’re about to get going again.

What do I do? Robin thinks frantically, digging through his mind for inspiration. How do I solve this?

An image pops into his mind: looking up at a cowl, eyes glaring at him underneath. You made a mistake. A chain of command is there for a reason. You follow that, or you’re benched.

He waves the thought away. That won’t work here.

Maybe…he needs to hear them both out. That’s the only way they might be able to get through this unscathed…

“Okay guys,” He says, approach decided. “Look. Clearly, there was a misunderstanding here. Cyborg, Raven hurt your feelings, and that’s clear. But, she clearly didn’t mean it. She didn’t know what that meant for you, right?”

Cyborg is silent for a moment, then sighs. “Right.” He says.

“And,” Robin feels compelled to add. “Look. We all know you, okay? We all know who you are, and you’re as human as anybody. But that’s not the be all end all either. We have non humans on this team too, and they’re people just as much as anyone.”

He sees Beast Boy pat Starfire on the shoulder in the background. She gives him a grateful smile.

Cyborg’s fists clench, then relax. He nods. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry, Star.”

“Oh,” Starfire says, surprised at being addressed. “I am not upset. Thank you for your apologies, though”

“Raven,” Robin says, turning to her next. “Cyborg didn’t understand your meaning, but the words you used hurt him, right?”

Raven nods. Her rigid countenance breaks a little as she darts a quick glance at Cyborg next to her.

“Okay,” Robin says. “So. We all made mistakes here. So I think we should just…apologize to each other and promise not to repeat our mistakes, right? Sound good?”

He winces inside. That felt so corny. He doesn’t know how they’ll take him seriously.

To his (concealed) surprised Cyborg nods. “Sorry, Raven,” He says. “I overreacted. Rob’s right. You didn’t mean anything by it.”

Beast Boy gives Robin a thumbs up and a wink in the background. Starfire copies him.

Robin resists the urge to twitch his eye. “How about you, Raven?”

“I’m sorry,” Raven says carefully. “That I hurt your feelings. I really didn’t mean to. But I understand where you’re coming from.”

“You too,” Cyborg says. “You’re a good friend, Ray.”

Beast Boy clearly can’t stay silent any longer. “Yes!” He cheers, leaping back towards the couch. “Great job, guys! And Robin! Okay, who wants to get back to our game now?”

Starfire claps politely. “Well done, my friends!”

Raven rolls her eyes. “Really?” She says, sarcasm dripping from her words. “You wanna game that bad?”

Beast Boy tosses a controller in Robin’s direction. “I wanna add to my winning streak!” He says cheerfully. “I’m on a win record against Rob.”

Robin sighs, dropping back on the couch. “How many wins is that now?”

“Eighty,” Beast Boy says cheerfully.

“To what?” Robin says, bracing himself.

“Four.”

“Dammit,” He sighs, readying the controller again.

Cyborg chuckles. “That’s just sad,” He says, plucking the controller out of Robin’s hands. “Let me show you how it’s done, fearless leader.”

“Hey!” Beast Boy squeaks. “No fair!”

“You better beat him,” Raven comments, sitting between them on the couch.

“Hey!” Beast Boy says again, indignant.

Robin takes his exit amongst the chaos: slowly navigating off the couch and making his way to the back of room. He observes the start of the game, a faint smile playing on his lips.

I did it, He thinks, a little awed.

“That was amazing, Robin.”

Robin fights off a blush. “Thanks, Star,” He says, giving her a small smile.

“No, really,” She says, keeping her voice low, ur excited. “You were wonderful! I know how difficult a position it is to be a leader, and how much it can weigh on your shoulders. You handled that very well and you should be very proud of yourself!”

A voice, half-remembered, whispers in his mind. Good job, chum. I’m proud of you.

Robin blinks. He doesn’t think anyone had ever called him chum before…

“It’s my job,” He tells Starfire instead, turning his attention back to the video game battle in front of him. “I…I only hope that I’m worthy of you all.”

“You are,” She says, laying a hand on his shoulder. It warms him up inside. “You are.”

[lost-inthedream]

One night stand with SF9

Short headcanons

Pairing: sf9 x female reader

Warning: no feelings, just sex *shrugs*

Genre: smut

Bonus song rec: O, by OnlyOneOf

Youngbin:

Makes sure to take you to his place because he wants both of you to be comfortable.

Is slightly tipsy but seems to be trustworthy, especially thanks to his politeness.

Laughs so easily and kisses so good.

In his bedroom, he undresses you slowly so you can step back if you feel like it.

Thanks the stars you did not give up because the way he fucks your pussy while he kisses you is a present from heaven. He also, instructs you to moan for him.

Spoons you afterward and says you can stay for the night and have breakfast in the morning if you want to.

Inseong:

I know we are talking about hookups here but he enchants you thanks to his friendly aura. He snapped so many witty remarks between kisses and butt grabs.

Asks where you prefer to go for it because he does not have any strong preference, then you all end up deciding on an hourly hotel.

Fucks you a bit harder than you expected considering this is the first time you have sex. But forgive him, his cock is somewhat longer than average. He won't hurt you anyhow.

Likes to talk afterward and praises you for doing amazing.

Jaeyoon:

Making out with him in public is filthy as heck. You two need a room, otherwise you're gonna be arrested.

100% prefers a hourly hotel. This is his procedure not to catch feelings. He is a whore with a big heart (we can see it from his big tiddies).

Skipping to the hotel room, he fucks you against a wall before taking it to the bed. Semi-clothed sex because he is so impatient.

At least three rounds because your pussy is magical, according to him.

Almost sleeps thereafter, so you gotta remind him you are in a hotel.

Dawon:

He voices the most outrageous prophanities in your ear while you are at the bar. You KNOW he can take you right because he exudes those vibes.

Likes the idea of going to your place if it's possible. It just sounds more comfortable and tidy. Also, he can say goodbye whenever he feels like it.

He makes you ride his thigh on the couch, then he finally rails you on the floor.

May take a shower with you afterward as well as press you against the tiles before helping you clean. But definitely won't stay for the night.

Zuho:

Acts all mysterious while the two of you flirt for all to see. He is not really touchy at first but he might fix your blouse strap or anything. Also, he looks deep into your eyes.

Since he likes to talk about his works as a compositor too, he end up inviting you to see his studio. His intentions are clear though, it is getting late.

Zuho shows you his music tools while his hand traces up and down your hips. It goes like this until neither of you can take it anymore.

He does not give a fuck about that being casual, his mouth cannot stop kissing yours passionately. You all end up fucking while holding hands.

He wears you out so you HAVE TO sleep there.

Rowoon:

You already knew each other when he first approached you with that malicious smirk. He had never treated you like that before but you were not complaining.

Now you are at an after-party with a tall man who smiles at everything you say. "I could listen to your voice until the sunrise" he admits stirring his drink "Will you stay with me?"

You go to his apartment and have slow sex with him numerous times. Not in a row but you all have the compromise to stay awake, right?

He eventually falls asleep in the dawn, and so you do. Your bodies still smell like lust but you all will think about it later.

You keep on being just two people who know each other after all.

Yoo Taeyang:

He loves it if you come toward him. Taeyang makes clear that he is happy that you did the right thing. "I like cute girls with an attitude"

He is very discreet but is not scared of leaning close to your ear and asking to go to a private place with you.

He is fine with your place and definitely shows you another side of him when you get there. Taeyang is much more nasty than he looked outside. His large hands go straight to your butt cheeks once your lips connect.

In a second both of you get naked in the living room but he is fine if you prefer it slower. All his attention is on you and he boosts your ego with the way his dick gets hard in a split second.

He sleeps with you but wakes you up to say good-bye very early.

Hwiyoung:

The art of having you into him was built by him. I mean, he is someone you repeatedly meet on your way to work and he kept seductively staring at you as if you were a top model. He eyed you up from head to toe and apparently liked what you presented.

Once you started talking, he asked you out and there were you now: on top of his kitchen counter and aware that it was only for tonight. "You are so gorgeous" he reaffirms.

The way he eats you out definitely worths the awkward enconters that will follow it.

Hwiyoung's hold is firm yet calm, he makes you feel desired. The kisses are fluid and the orgasms, hard.

You wake up next to each other and he makes you breakfast.

Chani:

You don't think he has any second intention until he strikes a suggestive line after you say you need to go. "Wait, are you going without giving me a kiss?"

Okay, he was handsome but you have not suspected he was into you. You clumsily lean for a kiss on his cheek but he turns and clicks his lips on yours.

You do not give up on going home but he follows you toward there.

Let's be real, he might touch you inappropriately in the Uber, you and he make out in the elevator and you pull him onto the couch as soon as you enter your place.

He assures you that he is leaving afterwards but he actually dozes off naked in your bed and you have morning sex too. Then he goes home.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

So you know that Cliché of someone walking in on someone naked In Their room or something?

Could you do Sir pentious, Angel dust, Stolas, Asmodeus, reaction to seeing their, S/O naked, pre relationship.

Walking in on their future S/O naked

Sir Pentious

Pentious, despite his ever present air of confidence and dominance, was rather... clumsy, when it came to sexual encounters.

Now that's not to say he couldn't be a dirty snake~ but really, if you push the right buttons when he wasnt expecting it, he became a blushing doe.

It'd be a few months before you formerly started dating, but even then, you were practically inseparable, the two of you barely spent a moment a part.

Hell, you even lived with him, you were practically a couple.

But you weren't.

So it'd be after Sir Pent finally seized a rivals turf, when he'd burst into the manor the man absolutely brimming with pride.

And so, after pulling out a good bottle of wine, he rushed to your room, fully intending to celebrate with you.

And itd be with bottle in hand a set of glasses in the other, that he rushed up to your room.

Bursting the door open, he was moments from cheering 'Let's Celebrate' when he froze.

Because Stood before him. Was you.

Naked.

Naked as the day you were born.

Pentious. Didnt know what to do.

He wasn't ashamed to admit it, but he stared.

He stared hard.

Every eye on his body bulged as he stared at you. The man's jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Get out!" You snapped, covering yourself up.

That snapped him out of his stunned silence, the man freaking out and literally slithering over himself to get out of your room.

Of course, he'd burst into your room, and being the clutz he was, he took far longer than needed, eyes still on you the entire time as he tried to escape.

He eventually got out, you slamming the door behind him.

Pentious stood there flushed and embarrassed before your door, and as much as he tried to surpress it, he was aroused.

Youd leave your room several minutes later, and while the man tried to apologise, youd shush him, grabbing the wine, opening it before taking several deep chugs.

After that you celebrated his achievement, never bringing up what had just happened, but still having a good time together celebrating regardless.

It wouldn't be till later into your relationship that you'd bring it up, the both of you able to have a good laugh over your little run in.

Though it was clear to both of you that you were destined to end up together. The whole thing remaining a pleasant memory for the both of you.

Angel Dust

It'd be like any other day.

Angel, having finished the "redemption inspirations" Charlie assigned him.

And with Husk too drunk to pour drinks, and the spider hating to drink alone, would seek you out.

He'd reach your room quickly enough, and despite never knocking before in his life, he didn't knock, just walking into your room as he always did.

Walking in, the man casually walked over to your bed, falling back onto it, as he so often did, the spider spending many an hour in your room.

NOT LIKE THAT!

Though it's not like he hadn't asked. And offered. The man offering countless times. Honestly it was slightly annoying, but he didn't mind. You were friendly and for now that'll do.

For now.

But, so far all he'd gotten out of it was a very friendly friendship. The man really enjoying his time with you.

It'd be as he laid there, thinking about his day that he'd finally look around your room.

And that's when he'd fine you... staring at him, stood before your dresser.

Butt. Naked.

He looked over your body for a minute, before looking up, finding you staring right at him.

"Nice legs." He told you, turning onto his side with a smirk.

"Get Out!"

You shouted, covering yourself up.

The spider considered sticking around, but he wasn't that big of a dick, so he got up and left.

Of course, that wouldn't be the end of it, I mean, this is Angel were talking about.

He'd tease, prod, and offer too 'show you his so you'd be even.'

He'd keep it up, playfully teasing you until you finally ended up in bed together, the spider telling you the next morning.

"Now we're even."

Of course, that wasn't the end of it, he'd still bring it up.

The man was a constant tease, but now that you'd actually slept together, he'd do it less, the man having a while new variety of things to tease you with.

Stolas

It'd actually be on a shopping trip with the man when he'd first see your bareness form, devoid of a singular garb.

Now, Stolas always looked good, but after the divorce you felt he needed some new attire.

So, renting out a tailors shop, you'd spend the day getting him a new wardrobe. Trying on a myriad of outfits to find his 'new look'.

It'd be as he did that you'd regularly open the curtains before he was ready, wanting to see his attire.

And it'd be after a particularly silly outfit you insisted he'd wear, you laughing up a storm, that he'd force you to wear an outfit, something you'd agree to, simply our of the spirit of fairness.

So, picking out something he thought was funny, it'd be several moments after you stepped into the changing room, that he'd get an awful idea.

A wonderful, Awful, devious amd sinful idea.

And so, With a wicked grin, the man walked forwards and with a great big grin, he tore the curtain open.

Only, for you to be stood there, completely naked.

Turning to him, you'd simply raise a brow, and with the cock of your hip asked him simply.

"You mind?"

To which, as stolas does when embarrassed.

He freaked.

He sputtered and fumbled, squawking as he tried and failed to close the curtain before he froze up, simply turning around and running.

Youd close the curtain yourself, getting dressed, only to step out to an empty room.

It took a little searching, but you found him behind the large fainting couch, the man completely red faced.

Youd just roll your eyes, before asking him about your outfit. It took Stolas a minute, the Avian still blushing, but despite his blushing self, managed to laugh at the gaudy attire he'd chosen for you.

The rest of the day went well, choosing several outfits for the man, the two of you heading back to his manor.

It'd be after you arrived, dropping him off, the two of you speaking breifly before taking your leave, the two of you saying your goodbyes.

And itd be just as you were stepping into your Iimo that he'd ask if, maybe, you'd like to have dinner some time.

At first you thought he simply meant spending some time together, but you quickly realised what he meant, as he fumbled his words, a blush crossing his face.

Wearing a devious smile, you'd agree, telling him when to pick you up.

Youd of course end up together, after a few dates. And despite him still technically being on the rebound, you'd end up giving it a go, the two of you forming a deeply intimate relationship.

You were sure to bring up the little Incident, your favourite was of course getting naked before he enters a room, always giving him a show, the man steadily getting used to it.

More than a few hot and heavy make-out sessions, and even more royal romps started from those little 'surprises.'

Asmodeus

Well, I mean, how do you think this would go?

You were Asmodeus' assistant.

Well, his newest assistant.

Most don't really think about it, simply thinking it'd be Party time 24/7.

And yeah, it kinda was, but Asmodeus was a very, VERY busy Sin, and as such, required someone to manage his time.

But, as you may imagine, being in such an important and close position, it'd be only natural that you got Intimately familiar with the man. Though you did attempt to stay professional, something Asmodeus commended.

But the first time he saw your birthday suit was rather simple.

Working with Ozzie, you'd find yourself surrounded by deviance pretty much 24/7. And much to your pride, and growing frustration, you held yourself off from such actions.

Ignoring sin in favour of assisting your boss, regardless of the many, Many, MANY, times 'Ozzie' had offered for you to take some time off and have some "Fun".

But you'd resist, dedicating yourself to your work.

Unfortunately for you, that included being around sex, ALLLLL THE TIME!

As such, you'd get covered in fluids... sexual fluids. Often.

Very often.

As such, you found yourself changing out of some less than cleanly clothing multiple times a day.

And it'd be as you changed out of a lube soaked outfit that Ozzie would waltz into the office you used to change often, actually having several changes of clothes hidden in said office.

Youd pause, buck naked after cleaning yourself off, the man simply telling you something about a future meeting he wanted you to know.

The man as casual as ever as you stood there fully naked, the man going on for several minutes, trailing on about something or other, you couldn't really think of anything as you were frozen solid, horrified for being caught, literally, with your pants down.

Or rather off.

Several moments of silence passed before he stopped looking down at you, as someone if his stature tends to.

After a moment, the man seemingly realising you were in fact naked, he perked right up, a wicked grin stretching his odly shaped head.

"Well, well, well~ what do we have here?"

He purred, leaning down, you blushing up a storm, weakly attempting to cover yourself up.

"It ain't nothing I haven't seen before... but if you'd like I could strip down so your not alone~"

He circled you like a bird of Prey, the man ending up behind you, whispering in your ear. "But you've been such a hard-working little demon, I feel a... Reward is earned~"

Now... a lesser person would have done the professional thing and gotten dressed, before returning back to work.

But you... You fucked your boss in that office. Or rather, He fucked you, in that office.

Like a real Assistant would.

That of course would only be the first of many such "meetings" in that office, your FWB relationship with your boss steadily blooming into something more intimate.

Of course, you kept that under wraps, but behind closed doors, you steadily formed a genuine relationship between the two of you.

You of course, kept working hard, but now you indulged. Especially with Asmodeus, you becoming his Right Hand. Indulging in every Sin your employer/Lover indulged in.

Though, the best indugences were behind closed doors. The Sin often texting you to meet him in that office, the one that started it all, the Sin always expecting you to be buck naked, and well, you didnt want to disappoint. That dinky little office becoming your unofficial 'rendezvous' point, the two of you breaking in every position, counter-top, chair and table in that room. The two of you lewd and in love~

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

//Favorite way to receive affection? //Favorite way to give affection? //Places they don’t like being touched non-sexually? //What’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry? //What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares?

More Rick Grimes headcanons for your delight

Favorite way to receive affection? More intimate: Beard scratches, playing with his hair, being hugged, kisses, sex, being appreciated/complimented, being touched on his butt and chest and other sensible areas playfully, back scratches. Casual people: Hugs, shoulder taps, compliments, being given food or sweets, being approached- such as someone sits close to him to read or nap etc.

Favorite way to give affection? Same way he likes to receive. He's more actions than words.

Places they don’t like being touched non-sexually His face, forehead, neck, hair, his sides, feet, inner thighs, his stomach or pelvis is A BIG NO NO. Shoulder and chest, arms, legs in general are fine if the other person is tapping or calling his attention or just hugging or showing friendly affection, but then, no grabbing or pressing or he might feel invaded.

What’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry? Reinforce the logical reasons of why he shouldn't be angry. It will convince him to calm himself down. Give him lame reasons to calm down and he will give you a murder stare and be mad at you too.

What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares?

M&Ms, chewing gum without sugar, prepare him a nice fresh orange juice (or other fruit etc), prepare him a juicy steak or a fresh home made meal, call him to eat, tell it's just for him, make the man feel special.

@wexarethewalkingxdead

[writingamongther0ses]

Cooking for Jasper

Summary: Damien, despite his bickering with him, gets concerned when the bartender at his favorite pub starts acting weird.

A commission for @fayejing9251 starring their cool characters!

-_-

There were a lot of great reasons to play at the Rathole.

Despite its name, the place was a classy joint, with decent food and drinks. Kinda hipstery, but nothing Damien minded too much, especially with the crowds that came to Open Mic Night. There were a lot of people willing to play with him and people willing to ask for more. Damien was certain that he could start a band here.

Except for one thing.

"Hey, Basil," he said, swaggering up to the bar, heart still staggering from the feeling of being on stage, playing his heart out. The bartender glanced at him, raising a brow. Damien could admit that Basil was his type, with a calm but friendly smile and sparkling eyes, which was only helped by his nice outfit. However, his personality… "Mind if I get my usual?"

Basil's face scrunched up in immediate disgust. "Please, for the love of whatever God is out there, get something else."

Damien shook his head. "Absolutely not." Basil was a bit of a priss in his eyes, and nothing showed it more like this. He could not handle the idea of someone not wanting his fancy whiskey or cognac or even wine. "Moonshine. The strongest kind."

"I hope you drop dead this time," Basil said in a perfect deadpan as he turned, moving away to grab a small jug. He glanced at Damien, who cocked a brow before Basil groaned and pulled out the cork. "You should, from the smell alone. I know I want to."

The moonshine- classic bathroom swill from Prohibition that was nearly a century old, made by his grandfather, according to Basil- was strong enough to smell like jet fuel. He could practically hear people's nose hairs burn from the smell. He simply took in a deep breath and bit back a laugh at Basil's face.

Basil wasted no time in grabbing a glass and pouring barely enough moonshine in. There was routine by now. He pushed it to Damien, who nodded in thanks and grabbed the glass. Without a second for his hindbrain to reconsider, Damien threw back the glass, swallowing down a decent amount.

Basil shuddered. "That's disgusting."

Damien felt a chuckle come out as he set the glass down. "It's fun, stuck up." He held back the fact that Basil's reactions were part of the fun.

"Pig," Basil shot back before turning to another customer, his classy smile returning as he started to prepare a margarita. Damien chuckled as he continued to sip his moonshine.

Their routine was common by now. While Damien enjoyed all the reactions Basil gave to him and his general taste towards drinks, it could get annoying. Basil clearly had his nose in his air and didn't care about what others thought or even liked.

And Damien was content with that annoyance and driving him nuts with the moonshine.

Until the day he ran into him at the bookstore.

His boss had ordered some manuals about repairing some classic cars and had them dropped off at the store. Damien had been the grease monkey who drew the short straw to run down and get them. (He wasn't sure exactly why his boss needed the manuals; it wasn't like there were a lot of classic cars in town, but he liked his job too much to question it). 

PLEASE DON'T LET THE DOOR SLAM, PEOPLE ARE READING!

Slam went the door. Damien walked on without a care for the glare of the cashier, heading down the hallway to the book pick-up. He barely noticed the blur that turned the corner until-

"What the-"

"OOF!"

Damien fell down on his butt, wincing at the strike of pain that shot up his spine. "Hey, watch where you're going- Basil?"

He almost didn't recognize the bartender without his classy bartender outfit. Instead, he was wearing a more casual but still classy cream sweater and nice jeans. Basil jolted at his voice, looking up and revealing those eyes. His face scrunched up without a moment to waste. "Oh, of course, you're here."

"Yeah, yeah, good to see you too." Damien knelt and reached for the papers that was now scattered across the floor. Sure, he was annoyed, but he wasn't a total jerk. However, he pulled his hands away at the stinging sensation. "Did... did you just slap my hand away?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Damien was tempted to just get up and leave Basil to it, but the bartender he knew didn't slap people's hands away. Basil was too well-behaved to slap hands away. Whatever got him like this, well, Damien was curious. "What are you getting-?"

"Leave it," Basil ordered, grabbing the paper he had attempted to grab. It wasn't fast enough to not notice what was on it.

"Are you looking up how to cook?"

"Leave it," Basil repeated in a tone that said his teeth were gritted. He scooped up the rest of the papers, holding them tight like Damien was going to try and make a grab for them.

"Can't you cook? Isn't that part of running the Rathole?"

Basil opened his mouth, closed it after a second or two, and his shoulders got even more tense somehow. "I'm a bartender, Damien," he gritted out. "Not a cook. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be." Without another word, Basil moved past him, not even looking back.

Damien felt a brow raise as he watched Basil march away. "That was weird," he said out loud. He had never seen Basil so on guard. Sure, he kept an eye out to ensure nobody roofied someone and keep creeps from bothering anyone, but he always seemed to be having fun too. (Excluding their whole moonshine routine.)

"Yeah, he's been like that for weeks," the person at the drop-off desk called.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," they said, taking the order slip Damien offered and starting to stack the books on the desk. "He came in here all abuzz asking about books about mental health since the library didn't have enough, and now he's reading all these cooking books. He keeps ordering more and reserving even more at the library."

Huh. Damien would just brush off the cooking stuff as someone trying to improve or gain a skill, but the mental health stuff and the frantic nature of it all waved a red flag of something being up. Tonight wasn't an open mic night, so he usually wouldn't go to the Rathole, but his curiosity- and mild concern- was eating at him.

Hopefully, skill improving was all Basil was doing.

-_-

The Rathole opened at seven and got busy at seven thirty.

So, at five thirty, Damien was there.

"Oh, hello!" Basil called from his usual spot, sounding more frazzled than his usual charming greeting. "Apologies, but we're currently closed- you."

Damien, however, couldn't even respond. His eyes were locked on the person sitting across the bar.

"You have a kid?"

The kid's shoulders hiked up, his long hair hiding his expression. Basil was the one to speak up with a flat "He's twenty-one, dude."

Damien blinked, uncertain of how to react, both at Basil using dude and the kid. "Oh, uh... Sorry, kid." He couldn't help it, he just felt bad. He wasn't sure why, but the kid had an air like the entire world was pushing him to the edge.

"...it's fine." The words were almost unheard.

Basil didn't seem to think so, based on how he straightened. "Damien, can I talk to you?" He managed a nod. "In private."

Before he could even nod again, Basil jumped over the bar, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him behind the bar and into the kitchen. Dirty dishes were already waiting to be cleaned, despite the fact that he knew Basil was particular enough to have every dish cleaned before the bar closed, and it had a heavy smell of garlic and tomato mixed with something burnt. It also had a window, revealing the view of the kid picking at a plate of spaghetti and meatballs.

"What are you doing here?" the bartender said, drawing back his attention. He looked frazzled, with messy hair and an undone tie. "I know you don't really respect authority, but this is ridiculous."

It was dumb and normally he would deny it to his grave, but Damien said it out loud. "I was worried about you."

"Seriously? That's your excuse?"

"It's not an excuse," Damien could understand why that was Basil's first thought, but he had to be honest. "You were acting weird about the whole cooking thing, and someone said you were getting resources about mental health, so I wanted to make sure you weren't having, I dunno, a breakdown or something."

"They were for Jasper."

"Who- Oh." Damien glanced back. At least one meatball was gone. "Right, yeah. Who is he? Is he related to you?"

Basil shook his head. "Uh, no. He was homeless, and I took him in." He took in a deep breath and looked around. "Are you going to repeat what I said to anyone?" Damien shook his head. "Okay. So his dad died, and, I'm still not sure what happened, but he ended up homeless, and he has really bad depression. At least, that's what I think he has? He's just in a really bad mental spot, and I remember being like that, so I wanted to help him, and I figure that since he cooked with his dad, I could try that-" Basil's fingers dug into his hair. "Except I can't cook and I managed to set the ceiling on fire-!"

Ah. That would explain the burnt smell and the scorch mark he could now see.

Damien's heart gave a squeeze, and, nope, he would ignore that for now. Right now, Basil looked to be on the verge of panic. This was an entirely new side to the bartender, and Damien wasn't sure what to do. "-and I figured that this could give me some kind of purpose, but I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm gonna fuck this up-!"

"I can teach you."

Basil blinked, eyes going wide with hope. "...Really?" He squinted, the hope fading from his eyes. "Why?"

Damien shrugged, trying to keep a visibly cool exterior. He didn't really understand why he offered. "For the kid, I guess. Plus, I owe you for the moonshine."

"You can take the whole thing if you want. I literally just started selling it to get it out of my apartment- Never mind." Basil eyed him. "You really want to help?"

"For the kid's sake, of course."

Basil nodded. "Of course. I guess..." He held out his hand. "Fine."

"Fine." Damien took his hand and shook it.

Yes, Basil was a snob who didn't understand people had other tastes. But he was a good man. Damien was willing to learn more about him as they worked together to help Jasper.

[acteur-dramatique]

Chapter Six: Party Impressions

The party was in full swing as Adam and TJ moved through the crowded rooms, making introductions and grabbing fresh drinks. The steady thrum of the music filled the air, and people were laughing, clinking cups, and shouting to be heard above the noise. TJ did his best to go along with the flow, though he found himself glancing at Adam, who seemed entirely at ease, like he was born for this kind of scene.

Chase caught sight of TJ standing near the edge of the living room and strode over, a friendly grin on his face. “Yo, TJ! Come over here for a sec—I want you to meet a few of the guys.”

TJ followed Chase to a small group of brothers standing by the bar. They were built like Chase, muscular and solid, with various stages of well-groomed facial hair that added to their rugged look. They seemed to size TJ up in subtle ways, noting his slimmer frame, his designer clothes, and the quiet way he carried himself.

“This is TJ,” Chase announced, giving him a friendly slap on the butt. “Go easy on him—he’s new here.”

TJ froze for a split second, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. He managed a weak smile, trying to laugh it off, but he felt his heart race. He’d never had someone like Chase, so comfortable and casual, tease him like that before. Desperately needing a moment to himself, he excused himself, mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom.

Once he’d closed the bathroom door behind him, he let out a long breath, bracing his hands on the sink and staring at his flushed reflection in the mirror. You’ve got this, TJ, he told himself. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and splashed cold water on his face, letting the coolness settle his nerves.

A knock on the door startled him, and before he could answer, the door opened. Chase’s face appeared in the doorway, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Hey, TJ,” Chase said, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. “Look, I just wanted to check on you. Didn’t mean to fluster you or anything back there.”

TJ looked down, chuckling nervously. “No, it’s fine. Just… not used to it, I guess.”

Chase leaned against the wall, arms folded, giving TJ a look that was both playful and sincere. “You’re doing fine, TJ. Relax. Just be yourself—trust me, everyone’s a little nervous on their first night out here.”

TJ nodded, glancing up at Chase’s face, his striking blue eyes soft and reassuring. “Thanks,” he murmured, feeling his face warm. He let out a small, nervous laugh. “Guess I just need to get used to the, uh, frat guy sense of humor.”

Chase laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’ll get there. Come on, let’s get back out there.”

They walked back together into the living room, where the noise and energy instantly engulfed them. This time, TJ felt a bit steadier. Chase led him back to the group of brothers, who greeted him with nods and friendly smirks. With Chase beside him, TJ felt like he could relax a little, and he even started joining in on the conversation.

One of the brothers, a tall guy named Nick with a goatee, asked TJ where he was from, and they started comparing notes on their hometowns. Another brother, Drew, joked about his own struggles on the first night he’d joined the fraternity, and TJ laughed, finding comfort in their stories.

As the evening continued, TJ found himself feeling more at ease, able to laugh along with the guys and even add a few jokes of his own. The brothers started talking about classes, favorite professors, and the best late-night spots around campus, and TJ soaked it all in, feeling himself grow more connected to the group with each passing minute.

Chase leaned in at one point, giving him an encouraging smile. “See? Not so bad, right?”

TJ nodded, finally able to smile back with genuine ease. “Yeah, it’s… actually kind of fun.”

“Good,” Chase said, raising his cup in a small toast. “Glad to have you with us, TJ.”

As the night wore on, TJ let himself get lost in the conversation, enjoying the camaraderie and the feeling of belonging that he hadn’t expected to find so soon. It was just the start, but for the first time, he felt like he could fit in here, like maybe this place was where he was meant to be.

[yourthiccgoddessmidna]

The sentient pair of shorts were thankful they had past experience in their unique line of work; or else the imp's sensual strolling would have given them a strong case of vertigo. Having a sort of three-sixty vision in their current shape, the seller watched as the princess casually grab, alter, and then use one of her servants as a matching set to them. She did it so effortlessly, as if the task was as easy as breathing. They softly chuckled at the unfortunately lucky soul, before commenting. "I can't really see much down here wrapped around your hips, but I'm sure you look awe-inspiring Lady Midna." They praised her more, knowing that she would look wonderful in anything, or anyone she wanted to wear. "It's truly been a delight conversing with you, Lady Midna. But I think I should meld into my role now." They said, before explaining further. "As you know, clothing shouldn't really talk, and that's not to say I don't wish to. But to truly get what you paid for, I like to see if I can make my wearers forget I'm even alive." It was sort of a game to them. The seller, once transformed, would go semi-dormant. They hoped they could be so comfortable to wear, that even the person who hired them would completely forget of their existence outside of clothing. "So, this may be the last you hear from me for now, my wonderful wearer."

She struts down the hall with the new top on. Hearing the shorts praise made her ego skyrocket. "You're so sweet. Thank you~" She replied to their compliment, giving her rump a pant to let the cheeks jiggle. "You know what? You got a good point. Gotta play the role that I paid for, right?" She said as she felt them slowly go dormant before giving them another friendly pat. "Then see you around, my superp shorts. Hope you enjoy yourself on my butt for awhile~"

[nobully]

Like every other day, Wang Yi wakes up and checks his phone first. There are no messages or missed calls, but the date does give him pause for a few long seconds.

July 27th.

"Hahah, what the heck."

"Why am I remembering you in a place like this."

It sits in the back of his head as he goes through his morning routine: cleaning, brushing, and tidying up before heading out the door towards one of his nondescript part-time jobs (he would find something more substantial, but it was hard to squeeze that in with the uni courses he'd picked up along the way).

It nags at him during lunch as he's chewing idly through his panini at a local bakery, eyes drifting to their sweets and desserts cabinet;

It finally gets to him after his last class in the afternoon, when he takes the train to the grocery store instead of back home and stocks up on all the ingredients he needs.

In the kitchen, Wang Yi spends the shortest time possible to make the simplest cake he can think of. There's barely any decoration except the sparkler candles on top and a ring of leftover chocolate frosting lining the borders like some fancy trim. He sets it in the middle of the dining table, lights the candles, and sits down staring as they fizz and sparkle.

When they've burnt down a bit, Wang Yi sighs and props his head in his hands to glare.

"Hey, how're you doing? I don't know how time works between worlds but...today's your big day. Not that I've been allowed to celebrate it or anything."

Stupid OOC rules.

"But since I'm here, I don't think anyone cares. So take it as you will." He winced. That sounded pretty lame, even to his own ears. "I mean...look, I'm sorry for treating you like crap, all right? Both in the first world and the next one. You've helped me a lot and someday I'll make it up to you, so don't kill me too hard when the time comes—"

【Wang Yi, I'm back!】

A familiar voice cuts off Wang Yi's monologue, and he quickly blows out the candles before swiping them off the cake. The next minute, Sao Ling pads into the kitchen before leaping (with some difficulty) straight onto the table to peer at the curious display.

Wang Yi side-eyes him. "Where have you been all day?"

【Pestering Eiden,】 the kitty System responded before sitting on his haunches.

【You've been practicing your baking skills again? Looks pretty good.】

"Uh-huh. You want a slice?"

【If it's good, I'll even take two!】

"Yeah, yeah. What's a cat like you doing eating ice cream and chocolate anyways?"

【I told you before, I'm a System. Even if I look like a cat, I'm different on the inside.】

"What, won't that sugar tangle up all your wiring or whatever?"

【Don't classify me with such archaic technology. Now get the knife!】

"Fine, fine..." Hiding his hands behind his back, Wang Yi sweeps into the kitchen, conveniently dumping his candles into the trash before grabbing some plates and utensils. "Hey, how about I just cut you a double slice and you won't have to ask me for seconds later?"

【My mouth isn't big enough to swallow something like that!】

"What, haven't you heard of teeth?"

【My fur will get dirty!】

"Sheesh, so picky..."

But fine, he gets the knife, cuts Sao Ling's portion into cat-friendly bite-sized pieces, and sits down with his System to enjoy a spontaneous after dinner dessert. Belatedly, Wang Yi realizes he forgot to make a wish before blowing the candles out.

Well, I don't think he'd want me to wish anything for him in the first place.

【Wang Yi,】 Sao Ling licks his mouth, oblivious. 【Use milk chocolate filling next time. The dark one's too bitter.】

He casually flicks the cat on the butt. "You're just not mature enough to appreciate the flavors."

【Mrreow! I'm a lot older than you, for starters!】

"I'm talking mental age, you clueless System," Wang Yi goads, and expertly dodges when Sao Ling leaps at him to smack his face.

Well...Happy Birthday wherever you are, Qin Xian.