#did he really just plop down with a bowling ball to have someone take a pic of him?

[frnkiebby]

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[stuffing-seattle]

Kelly’s First Date: Part 2

Kelly hoisted herself into the cab of Derek’s truck. Her belly groaned and gurgled at the sudden jostling, and she had to put a hand to her mouth to prevent her dinner from making a second appearance. She thought about putting on her seatbelt, but one glance at her over swollen gut convinced her not to.

Her blouse buttons were almost at their breaking point, and any additional pressure would either pop them off or bring the feast in her gut back the way it came. She would just have to hope Derek wouldn’t notice or care.

Derek settled in, and looked over at her with a worried expression on his face. She thought she saw him staring at her bloated gut, but he quickly looked away, and Kelly was too food-drunk to really care. “You sure you are ok coming to my place?” He asked. Kelly forced a smile and swallowed a burp.

“Of course. I’d love to.” She replied. “Well, settle in.” Said Derek. It’s a bit of a drive.” Kelly nodded and soon they were off. The rhythmic bumping of the car alongside the warm bowling ball sitting in her gut made Kelly’s eyelids grow heavy, and before long she rested her head against the window and fell asleep.

Sometime later she was gently prodded awake by Derek. “Hey… Hey wake up.” He said softly. Blearily, Kelly blinked her eyes open. “Huh, wha- wuzzup?” Derek smiled apologetically. “Hey we just pulled up to my house and I didn’t realize you fell asleep until just now. Let me take you home.” Derek went to put the car in gear but Kelly laid a hand on his. “No, no that’s ok!” She said quickly. “I always get a little sleepy after I eat.” I’m fine I promise.

Derek looked at her dubiously. She was telling the truth though. She felt much better after her nap. It had nothing to ease the swelling of her gut, but it certainly didn’t feel packed to the brim anymore. With a bit more insistence, Derek finally acquiesced and showed her inside.

It was a spacious place, and well taken care of from what she could see. Derek led her to the living room where she immediately plopped down on the couch. While she was not as full as she was earlier, her tummy was still quite the burden. Derek tossed the remote to her and said, “Here find a movie, I’ll make us some snacks.”

“Snacks?!?” Kelly exclaimed. She adjusted her tone when she saw the quizzical look on Derek’s face. “Uh, it’s just… we just had dinner.” Derek laughed awkwardly and said, “Ah I forgot everyone doesn’t eat like me. I do some body building in my free time so I need to eat a lot of calories.” Kelly nearly soaked through her panties upon hearing this. She crossed her legs as best she could around her bulging belly, as if to hide that fact.

She also remembered the advice her roommate had given her before the date. “No snacks are fine! I was just surprised to meet someone who also loves after dinner snacks like me.”

“Oh you are a body builder too?” He asked. Kelly glanced down at her overworked tum, and laid a hand gingerly over it. “I guess you could say that.” She muttered. Impressed, Derek went off to the kitchen. How long could she keep this up? She patted her distended belly, only for it to roar back in response. It still was not happy with her binge from earlier. Just hang in there, she willed it.

She took this quiet moment to just sit with herself and her belly. She focused on the fullness of it. The warmth that sat like a lead weight in her belly and slowly spread downward to her thighs and finally in between her legs. As she felt her midsection stretch and struggle against the fabric of her blouse, a familiar tingle started up in her groin, and a less familiar fire lit up in the little space left in her tightly packed gut.

Did she like this feeling? There was no time to think about it, as Derek had already returned with the food. They must have had different ideas of snacks because he came back out with a two plates heaping with steak and mashed potatoes, as well as a bowl of hard boiled eggs on the side, and a bottle of sparkling wine to top it all off. Kelly’s stomach would have sank if it had room to.

“What did you decide on?” Derek asked. Kelly had forgotten all about the movie, she had been so engrossed with her belly. She quickly snatched up the remote and put on some old rom com. She didn’t really like them, but hoped they wouldn’t be watching it much anyway.

Derek laughed. “Classic. I love this one.” He gestured to the mountain of food before them. “Dig in!” He said with a smile.

[leetotters]

tiktok

tom holland x reader

warnings: nothing

summary: tiktok with tom.

i saw finneas o'connell girlfriend do this with him and decided to write this.

You scrolled through Tiktok, having been obsessed with the app for the past year during the world pandemic, Tiktok made you do a lot of things and spend a good bit of money, but it kept you on your toes easily lessening your boredom.

Tom teased you multiple times, saying that you spent more time on the app instead of cuddling with him, which you simply rolled your eyes at. He thought it was immature only for teens but he didn’t know what he was missing, until he saw you attempting to learn the infamous tiktok dance ‘The Wap’, Tom got hard right there eyes trained on your ass.

From then on, he encouraged you to learn more, even showing you a few which popped up on his Instagram feed, all included some type of the throwing back move.

You didn’t post your Tiktoks publicly though, always saving them privately for your eyes only, the reason being you wanted to be as private as possible and also Tom whining to you he did not want anyone watching you shaking your ass, having that only reserved for him.

But you stumbled on a cute couple Tiktok that day, the one where you and your partner point to each other ‘embarrassing couple questions’, you sprinted out to the garden where you saw Tom playing with Tessa, calling him out to come inside.

“What’s up darling” he asked, throwing the ball for Tessa once more then made his way towards you, pecking your lips, his full attention on you.

“Oh I saw this cute couple thing on Tikok and thought-” but he cut you off shaking his head.

“Darling no” 

“Tom please”

“No” he responded hands crossed across his chest.

“Fine,” you spoke making your way to the sofa, “Don’t expect me to do those dances for you anymore then” you sighed fishing your phone out of your pocket and setting up the audio knowing he was going to agree in 1..2..

“Okay I’ll do the Tiktok with you love” he responded sitting next to you, moving you on to his lap and snuggling his face in your clothed chest leaving fluttery kisses making you grin.

You stood up making Toms head fall forward, you propped your phone on the coffee table using the decorative bowl as the stand.

You plopped yourself down on the fluffy rug while Tom remained on the sofa, a pink pillow resting on his legs as he played with your hair.

The audio began to play, making you and Tom listen attentively to the upcoming questions.

‘ Who overthinks everything’ you pointed to yourself and so did Tom

‘Who showers less’ Tom shrugged pointing to himself, you immediately flicking your finger towards him. 

‘Who’s always eating’ you chuckled placing a finger to your chest, Tom also holding his finger at you.

‘Who has a nicer butt’ you proudly pointed to yourself, while Tom held a finger towards you smiling smugly saying “You really do have a nice butt love” you only shook your head turning around to smack his leg.

‘Who is more possessive’ you scrunched your face holding your index finger to Tom, Tom just nodded to himself.

‘ Who drools more’ Both of you broke out grinning recalling the amount of times seeing the wet spot on your pillow case.

‘Who curses more’ you pointed to Tom making him watch you with wide eyes as his finger was on you, “C’mon doll you curse almost in every sentence” you just smiled at him.

‘Who always sleeps in’ Tom huffed loudly holding his finger to you, “Y/N for sure”

‘Who’s always on their phone’ you raised your hand, laughing out loud when Tom mumbled,” On this stupid app all the bloody time”

‘Who has the worst singing voice’ your hand quickly shot up to Tom, finding him staring at you with an offended face.

‘Who takes the most selfies’ you nor Tom answered only shrugging at each other.

‘Who is the law breaker’ you shyly raised your hand to yourself remembering the time you got drunk and entered someone's private property with your friends to smoke weed and some lady called the cops. Tom just chuckled, knowing the entire story but playfully stared with astonished eyes for the Tiktok.

The audio ended, you scooched up back into Toms inviting lap grabbing your phone and editing the video.

“ You should post it doll” Tom stated, his eyes on your phone screen while you fixed the video.

“ I think we should” you agreed, knowing the fans will go crazy seeing Tom.

You captioned the Tiktok with a simple pink heart, uploading it to your page already sure that your secret account wasn’t going to be much a secret after it.

Hours passed, Tom and you were in your shared bedroom peacefully cuddling when you decided to check your phone, notifications from Tiktok began popping out of no where making you open the app.

You stared mouth agape at the number of likes, exactly 1.5 million just in the length of five hours, you clicked the comments chuckling and showing Tom.

Thollandfan: my favorite couple 😻

Hollandsimp: Tom looks hot, think I might faint🥵🥰

Y/nismywife: Y/N looks so gorgeous as always omg 💕

Quacksonparker: MY PARENTS ARE FINALLY ON HERE OMG

Y/NL/Nsimper: I do agree Y/N has a nice butt😏

Parkerhollandmcu: OMFG TOM HOLLAND AND Y/N L/N NHJBC

RubyHolland: you both are so adorable, my heart💓

tom.edits: ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THE LAST QUESTION-

Tom let out a hearty laugh pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours, “Guess we’re Tiktok famous now love”

[yourtamaki]

the devil lives in his smile

atsumu x f!reader word count: 3k warnings please read: toxic fuckboy atsumu, manipulation, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, dry humping, face fucking, pussyjob, no prep, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, one pussy slap

nsfw minors dni

fuckboys come in a variety of shapes and sizes and personalities

and atsumu was one of the subtlest fuckboys around

he worked hard to give off an air of dumb jock charm so no one would sense his true nature until it was too late

and now he had set his sights on you

atsumu had first seen you early in the semester in one of his afternoon classes and from then on it became the only course he regularly attended

it had been easy sliding into your good graces, you were so kind offering him your notes at the flash of a smile

he’d come in late with a cheesy grin and mcdonald’s breakfast, crashing into the seat you had started saving for him and would offer you some food

it was a routine that had you perking up whenever he walked through the door, just like he wanted

so when atsumu invited you to a party that night, you were all too eager to accept

“can’t fucking believe how easy you were.” even with atsumu hunched over you and growling right into your ear, you could barely hear him over the cacophony of the frat party in full swing. or maybe it was just hard to focus when he was thrusting into you so hard and so fast, your mind couldn’t even string together a thought.

when you had arrived at the address your friend had texted you, a ball of dread had sunken to the pit of your stomach. a few friends. really just a get together before midterms. that’s how atsumu had described the gathering. he had failed to mention it was being held at the most notorious frat house on campus. the one with a bowl of condoms at the front door, drunk people strewn against the lawn and blasting music so loud you could feel it like a phantom heartbeat.

you should’ve left. should’ve turned on your heels and walked back home but the memory of atsumu’s bright smile when you had told him you’d go had you steeling your nerves and walking into the house.

he had found you right away and you weren’t sure whether it was because he was looking for you or because you looked so out of place among the crowd. he handed you a drink and you were so used to accepting things from atsumu you didn’t hesitate to take a sip. it was strong. much stronger then you were used to and the blonde chuckled when you gagged at the aftertaste.

his mouth was moving but the music was even louder now that you were in the belly of the beast and you gestured to him that you couldn’t understand. he nodded, grabbed your hand and led you upstairs, ducking under the tape guarding them off. you didn’t expect the rush of warmth to your face at the feel of his large hand in yours. if atsumu noticed your nervousness, he didn’t comment on it.

“are we allowed to be in here?” you asked as he guided you into an empty bedroom, closing the door behind you. a part of you wished the room had a lock in case some partygoers tried to crash in. another part of you was glad for the potential easy exit though you weren’t sure why you’d need it.

“i’ve got friends that live here.” he said, crossing the room to plop down on the bed, stretching out like he owned the place. “they won’t mind.”

reassured, you made your way over to him, leaving a sizeable gap between you as you sat on the end of the bed.

he cocked an eyebrow at you. “what are you doing all the way over there?”

atsumu was always in your space in class, scooting in close to look at your notes, leaning over to take sips from the coffee he bought you. it was different now. there was no barrier of the desks separating you. there was nothing but empty air between you and for the first time since you met him, you were uneasy in atsumu’s presence.

you felt stupid for even feeling this way. this was atsumu, your friend. the person who covered for you when the professor called you out and you weren’t paying attention. the person who hung out with you when all your other friends had abandoned you. granted, you weren’t paying attention because atsumu had been whining about how unfair it was he didn’t have your number. and your ex friends never quite looked at you when you crossed paths on campus with atsumu by your side.

still. he’s your friend. being close to him is nothing new so you swallowed your growing anxiety and scooted closer to him until your thighs were pressed against each other. a hand landed on your shoulder, pulling until you were lying on your back with atsumu’s arm around you.

“that’s better.” he said. better? this was more then you had in mind but you couldn’t deny, it was nice to be in his arms. or maybe just nice to have someone hold you for the first time since you could remember. how long has it been? definitely before the semester started. the only man you’d talked to for months had been atsumu. everyone else had just… left. faded out of your life. at least you had atsumu. if he left, then you’d really be all alone. so if he wanted to cuddle a bit, you could bear it if it kept him by your side, saved you from loneliness.

“yer pretty, ya know that?” he was gazing down at you, a glint of something sharp behind his dark eyes. “real fucking pretty.”

“thank you.” you laughed a bit, feeling far too awkward to do anything else and desperate to change the conversation. “h-how come i never noticed you had an accent before?”

“it’s faded since i’ve been living in the city but it comes out once in awhile.” his face somehow gets closer to yours and his voice drops to a whisper. “ ‘specially when i’m nervous.”

“what are you nervous about?” you find yourself matching his volume, holding your breath as his other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“this.” your eyes stay wide open as atsumu crashed his mouth onto yours. it’s not how you’d imagined he’d kiss and you can admit to yourself now that you had daydreamed about it once or twice. you thought he’d be gentle, all soft lips and breathy laughs.

the reality couldn’t be farther from that. his kisses weren’t just hungry, they were ravenous, biting at your bottom lip until you opened your mouth and let his tongue snake inside. you could taste the remnants of whatever drink he’d had and it made you cringe, remembering exactly where you were. you tried to pull back but atsumu’s grip was too strong and he chased you, surging forward until he rolled, now on top of you and pinning you to the bed. there was nowhere left to go now.

he finally broke the kiss, letting you gulp precious air into your starved lungs. “fuck, darlin’. ya look so hot right now.”

you were about to ask him to let you up, already thinking about how you were going to get home safe when one of his legs settled in between yours, his thigh grinding against your covered mound. you couldn’t stop the moan at the unexpected friction, hips bucking up to seek more instinctively. you trembled at the cruel laugh atsumu let out at your expense.

“fucking knew it. i knew ya were a slut the second i laid eyes on you.”

you wanted to shake your head, hot tears threatening to spill over but atsumu was pressing right against you now, giving your clit the attention it didn’t know it craved until that moment. tension was building in your gut embarrassingly quickly and you came with a silent cry, gripping tight onto atsumu’s arms that had you caged in. his movement stilled as he felt you shudder beneath him.

“did you just fucking cum?” you didn’t know atsumu’s voice could get that low, that it could sound so terrifying.

“i-i… you didn’t stop! you wouldn’t stop.”

“tch.” he pulled back and you wanted to weep at the disgusted look he threw your way. “is that all it takes? ya fucking cum the second anyone puts their hands on ya?”

“no no!” you were shaking your head but he wasn’t looking at you anymore in favour of unbuckling his jeans.

“don’t be a bitch now, sweetheart, help a guy out. it’s only fair.”

he pulled himself out of his boxers and your hands went numb at the sight. it wasn’t the length that scared you, it was the girth. it was the thickest cock you’d ever seen with the widest part right in the middle with a tip shiny with precum. the thought of what it would feel like inside you entered your mind before you could stop it and you swallowed thickly.

“what, never seen a real dick before? on your knees. now.” you jumped at the bark of a command, shakily getting off the bed and kneeling before him. when you did nothing but look up at him, atsumu slapped his cock against your face a few times, smearing precum against your cheek before pressing the tip to your lips.

why was your mouth opening up? why were you letting him gag you on his length, letting him he thrust into you with little regard for your comfort? why were you getting wet from it?

“that’s it god ya don’t know how many times i’ve thought of this. every fucking time ya opened yer mouth goin on about something stupid i wanted to shove my cock down yer throat to shut you up.”

you didn’t know who the man before you was but it wasn’t your atsumu. not the atsumu that made you laugh everyday and filled your stomach with butterflies when he winked your way. maybe that person never existed but the thought was too upsetting you didn’t want to believe it.

he fucked into your mouth for so long your jaw began to hurt from the strain but you didn’t want to stop. you were starting to become enthralled with the way atsumu was watching you. like you were someone desirable. it made you want to do whatever it takes to make sure he kept looking at you that way. you never wanted to see his disgust pointed at you ever again.

“that’s enough.” he pulled out of your mouth, a trail of salvia stringing out. he stepped out of his jeans and underwear, pulling his shirt up over his head before sitting back down on the bed. “strip.”

once again, you hurried to comply, shedding your clothes with little grace until all you had left was your panties. everything was moving so fast, the sudden realization of what you were about to do finally came crashing in as your thumbs hooked around the band.

“sometime tonight would be nice, darlin’.” he was stroking himself off as you hesitated, eyes glued to your bare chest and a wave of heat rose to your face. you shouldn’t like this, how he stared at you like a piece of meat. and yet you pulled down your panties anyway, stepping between his spread legs.

he grabbed you around the waist, manhandling you until you were straddling his lap. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, didn’t want to do something wrong and it didn’t go unnoticed by atsumu.

“i know ya wanna touch me so what are ya holdin’ back for?”

“i’m… allowed to?” your voice came out broken, hoarse from the rough treatment it had just been through. the smile that crossed atsumu’s face sent a shiver up your spine. there was nothing familiar about it, all curved edges and sharp teeth.

“dumb fucking whore. is yer head so empty that you need someone to tell you every little thing?” his tone was so patronizing it filled you with hot shame. you couldn’t help it, he wasn’t giving you a second to breathe, to think.

“please atsumu…”

“do you even know what yer beggin for?”

no. you really didn’t. you didn’t know whether you wanted to touch any part of him you could reach or run from the room or have him fuck you senseless. your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions that told you this man had lied to you for months and yet was making you feel so fucking good.

thinking was bad. thinking was making you feel worse. and you knew how to get the thinking to stop.

“please fuck me.”

“i know ya can do better than that, sweetheart.” he leant back on his arms to get a better view of your body. “show me how bad ya want me.”

your hips rolled forward at once, grinding your soaked folds along his shaft. the heavy weight of his stare was intoxicating. it made you want to put on a show for him, whining out his name and pinching your nipples. you clenched when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, moving faster now that his cock was slick with your spit and arousal.

just as you felt the tightening return to your gut, atsumu gripped your hips and stilled your movement. you blinked and suddenly you positioned on all fours with his blunt tip poking at your entrance.

“wait i’m not-!” he cut you off by pressing forward until the fat head of his cock popped inside you, the sudden intrusion making you cry out. atsumu was quick to grab the back of your head and push it down into the mattress.

“don’t worry. yer so fucking wet i bet ya won’t even feel it.”

inch by thick inch, he squeezed himself into you, your cries muffled and falling onto deaf ears. you’d never felt so full, you could hardly breathe as atsumu finally bottomed out but it was too late. you were overtaken by the unexpected orgasm, shaking hard from its force.

“ya really came just from me putting it in?” atsumu laughed. “i haven’t even tried yet, ya know?”

with that he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a rough pace that had your hands flying forward in search of something, anything to hold onto.

atsumu used you like you were a toy to take his frustrations out on, pain shooting through you as he battered against your cervix with every thrust. he hunched over you, humping quick and hard as he hissed into your ear.

“can’t believe how fucking easy ya were. i’ve been actin all friendly this whole time for nothin. could’ve just dragged ya outta class that first day and fucked ya in the bathroom, huh?”

you could focus just enough on his words for it to sink in that the friend you loved truly was just an act. there were tears running down your face and dripping onto the bed but you couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or heartbreak.

“yer fucking mine now, understand? i’ve worked so hard for this cunt it belongs to me now. yer my hole now, just a place to keep my cum warm. say it.” he punctuated his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass.

“i- i’m...” you sobbed, mind too far gone to understand what he wanted you to say.

“who do ya belong to?” several more slaps landed on you, each one so hard it pushed you forward.

“you! i belong to you, atsumu!”

“that’s fuckin right. and what are you?”

“‘m your dumb whore! i’m a cocksleeve for you to fuck whenever you want!” you were rewarded with a quick rub of your clit that had you creaming, walls clenching down hard against him.

“what do ya say, slut, when i’m nice enough to let ya get yer filthy mess all over my cock?”

you babbled out your thanks mindlessly as he rode you straight into overstimulation, every nerve alive and buzzing beneath your skin.

“beg, dirty bitch. beg for my cum.” he was panting hard against you, hot breath on the nape of your neck.

“please cum atsumu i want it want you to fill me up and make me yours.”

“yeah? ya gonna walk around this party with my cum inside ya like a good girl?” you whined at the need to have him praise you, to make him proud of you.

“i’ll be good! i’ll be your good girl i promise please!”

“fucking take it then.” he came with a groan, warmth filling your lower belly as he gave shallow thrusts. he pulled out slowly, keeping as much of his cum inside you before reaching for your discarded panties. atsumu put them back on for you, not letting you move a muscle as to not allow even a drop to escape. when the panties covered you once more, he gave your now clothed pussy a slap, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.

“no chance of it coming out now.” before you could reply, the bedroom door swung open and two men stumbled in, pausing when they saw you two on the bed. you knew you should cover yourself up and yet you were watching atsumu for any indication of what you should do. when he didn’t motion any sort of signal, you presumed that meant he wanted you on display and you obliged with your head bowed.

“should’ve known you disappeared to bag someone.” one of the men said. “wait, atsumu is that the bitch you’ve been chasing all semester?”

“yeah.” atsumu’s face was turned away from you but you could hear the grin in his voice. “she gave it up pretty easy though.”

“that’s my boy!” they both clapped him hard on the back and ruffled his hair. they waited as atsumu dressed himself, talking idly about you as though you weren’t there and the blonde was all too happy to share details. the three left to rejoin the party but before atsumu closed the door, he turned back to you, face cold and hard.

“better keep yer fucking promise or i won’t be as nice next time.”

[hermannsthumb]

possible prompt for a university au: newt is the biology major who maintains all the fish tanks in the physics building at 11pm and hermann is the physics student who likes to wander the halls to think. newt accidentally flings water all over the ground and hermann trips, hijinks ensue.

earlier today I was thinking about how I wrote a college AU fic almost 3 years ago to the date, and how I wanted to do more bc its fun thinking about newt and hermann as dumb college students

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Newt's not really sure how he ended up with the weirdest work-study job on the planet, but honestly, things could be much, much worse (he could be stuck down in the dining hall, or dealing with confused freshmen in the school bookstore) so he keeps his thoughts on the whole thing to himself. Every Friday at eleven sharp, Newt pulls on his grodiest t-shirt and a pair of long rubber gloves and treks all the way over to the physics department to set to work scrubbing down the fish tanks that line the classroom walls. Why does the physics department have fish tanks? Newt's not really sure about that, either. It's kind of an insane amount of them, too, more than even the marine bio department has. Maybe it's supposed to boost morale or something. Hey, look at these crazy cool tropical fish who get to do nothing but eat and swim in circles, sorry you're stuck inside calculating velocity and shit.

Whatever, Newt's not complaining about that either. Let the physics nerds have their fun. It'll be good for them to branch out a little, realize there's life beyond robotics club meetings.

Also, Newt likes the fish. They're cute. He likes to think they like him, too, because they're very well behaved when he has to scoop them out of their tanks and plop them into smaller fish bowls (the kind goldfish in movies always use). He's going to teach them tricks eventually—he had a beta fish once who would do a little flip when Newt tapped the glass a certain way because he knew he'd get rewarded with dried worms, so Newt knows it's possible. Just imagine, a hundred fish doing flips on command. Newt Geiszler, fish whisperer.

Yeah, maybe the job could be more glamorous. It's really hard to get algae out of the gloves, and he hasn't been allotted the budget for a new pair yet.

"Hey, guys!" he shouts as he pushes in the door to room 214. The fish don't acknowledge him: they just continue swimming in their giant tank. In and out of plastic plants and rock caves. The rock caves were a gift from Newt three months into the job, and so were some of the moss balls—stimulation is important for fish! He wouldn't want to be trapped in a glass box with nothing to do, either. "I bet you missed me. Ready for a clean tank?"

Newt always talks to the fish, even if they don't talk back, because he thinks it's important to build their trust. He'll usually keep a running commentary of his week as he scrubs the tanks, just get everything off his chest that he needs to get off. Stuff he's worried about. Stuff that went well. Stuff that went badly. Therapy's expensive, and Newt's student health insurance can only cover so much, but talking to fish? That's free.

That's also kinda why he does it so late at night and over the weekend. The last thing he wants is an audience. Because, one, talking to fish is admittedly weird, and two, no one wants a glimpse at Newt's psyche like that, probably not even the fish.

The first step in cleaning the tanks is relocation. Newt digs his stereotypical goldfish bowls and an industrial-size mesh wand out of the supply closet, fills the former with some of the special tank salt water, and begins the slow and arduous task of scooping out the fish and depositing them into the bowls. "I had the lamest week," he announces once he's about three clownfish in. "I was working on a group project Saturday—"

Then Newt stops, because he hears footsteps in the hallway just outside the classroom.

Serial killer, Newt's instincts supply helpfully.

No, Newt corrects himself, that's dumb. Why would a serial killer wander into the physics building at eleven o'clock at night? Why would anyone, period? He's probably imagining stuff. Lack of sleep, stress over his upcoming projects, residual embarrassment from his disaster study session Saturday, all of it culminating in Newt thinking there's someone there. No, definitely imagining it. Newt can only even get in this late to the department because his ID swipe card is set up with the right permissions—not even the physics students have the permissions he does to be in this late at night. Well, not unless they clean the kitchenette in the student lounge or something.

Or if Newt left the door unlocked.

More footsteps. Closer now.

Newt's pretty sure he didn't leave the door unlocked, because he thinks it locks automatically behind him, and he would have to literally prop it open for anyone to get in after him. But anything's possible. The door could've caught on a dropped pencil or a paper scrap or other weird shit that physics students leave around, and a serial killer could've noticed and taken the opportunity to sneak inside on the off chance a hapless young biology major was scrubbing slime off fish tanks in the middle of the night. Any minute now, Newt's about to end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. The Physics Department Murder. The Disappearing Biologist. (Nah, neither of those are very good titles, but that's why Newt isn't on the creative writing track.)

Step-tap-step. Closer now; Newt's heart leaps to his throat. Step-tap-step. Step-tap-step. Pausing just outside the door of room 214. God, why didn't Newt turn the lights off? Why didn't he shut the door?

Newt reaches for the first vaguely weapon-shaped thing he can find—an empty fishbowl, because Newt's not going to sacrifice any of the fish for this—and, as the door swings open, hurls it with a cry.

The bowl clunks on the ground. Except it turns out Newt grabbed the wrong fish bowl, because (even though it doesn't shatter, thank God) water quickly begins to seep across the slate floor tiles towards Newt's serial killer, a pathetic little clownfish (Newt thinks this one is named Albert, because the physics department is made up of nerds who do shit like name their random pet fish after their kind) flopping around in the puddle. Newt's serial killer, meanwhile, cries out similarly, his arms windmilling as he loses his footing and slips backwards, his cane—

Oh, fuck.

The intruder is not a serial killer. It's someone possibly worse, actually: Newt's mortal enemy, Hermann Gottlieb.

Newt's not really sure at what point Hermann became his mortal enemy and not just some guy I have class with that I hate, but he can pretty easily say that they've hated each other since the moment Hermann walked through the doors of Engineering 101 and was deigned Newt's lab partner by the Alphabetized By Last Name Seating Chart god. Something about Hermann just gets under Newt's skin. It's not his prissy English accent, or his oversized sweaters, or his absolutely horrendous haircut, and it's not even that he takes every opportunity to savagely rip apart every single thing Newt says in class. Don't get Newt wrong, that's all super fucking annoying, but it's annoying levels he can deal with.

It's the stuff they have in common that makes Newt hate him. It's like Hermann's a slightly broodier and more angular mirror that reflects all of Newt's most egregious faults—his arrogance, his stubbornness, his social awkwardness, his desperation to be taken seriously—right back at him. It sucks.

Plus, one time Newt caught Hermann ripping down the flyer he put up on the quad for Anime Club to advertise his stupid chess club instead, and he's never managed to forgive him for that.

Newt may hate Hermann, but he's not about to let him land on his ass in a puddle of fishy water (especially not on a freezing November night) just because the subsequent bitching would be unbearable, and, yeah, it would be supremely shitty of Newt, so he leaps forward just in time to catch Hermann and his cane before he hits the ground. He's so impressed with himself with his amazing catch that it takes him a few seconds to realize that Hermann is shouting and probably has been shouting since he slipped.

"—bloody maniac! What on earth are you doing in here? How are you in here? Did you just assault me? I'm going to phone campus police, you wretched—"

"Hold that thought," Newt says.

He rights Hermann and snags the mesh net and rescues poor Al before it's too late, dropping him back into the big tank with the rest of his friends. Newt can't be sure, but he thinks Al blows a bubble in thanks at him. Maybe he needs to make friends outside fish.

Hermann is still yelling at him.

"I am going to tell the head of the department you're—you're skulking about in here after hours!" he declares. "You're a menace. Pay attention to what I'm saying to you, Newton!"

Newt sighs and turns around. Hermann's turned an interesting shade of red—sort of like an over-boiled lobster, or if he fell asleep in the sun for too long. Newt wonders if it's from embarrassment (almost falling on his ass) or anger (almost being knocked on his ass). Probably anger. "Look, dude, I'm sorry," Newt says. His face twists like he ate a lemon, and he hopes Hermann doesn't notice. Newt hates apologizing to Hermann. "It's my job to clean the tanks every weekend. You scared the shit out of me and I freaked out—it's just that, like, no one ever comes by this late. Ever." He decides not to mention the serial killer thing. Hermann might make fun of him for being jumpy or paranoid or something.

Hermann's scowl doesn't lessen, but he does nod. Plus, he stops shouting. That's as much as Newt's gonna get of forgiveness. "Hmph," Hermann says. "You clean the tanks?"

"Every weekend," Newt repeats. He realizes he got some fish tank slime on Hermann's button-up when he caught him. Oops. Hopefully Hermann won't notice until Newt's in the safety of his dorm. "Gotta pay for my textbooks somehow." Then he frowns. "Wait, so what are you doing here? I didn't know you had access to the building this late."

Maybe Hermann is the kitchenette-cleaning guy after all. But, to his surprise, Hermann sniffs and casts his eyes to his dorky Oxford shoes. "Er," he says. "It's just—I was having trouble working out a solution to a problem, and thought a walk might do me good. Chilly nights like this one always do. And I quite like this building at night—it's calm, and much quieter than my dormitory." He fidgets. "And—well—only don't say anything to anyone, but I rewrote the permissions of my ID card so I could come and go wherever I please ages ago."

"You rewrote the permissions?" Newt says. "What the hell, wouldn't you have to hack into the security system or something to do that?"

"Well, obviously," Hermann says.

Despite himself, and despite Hermann being his Mortal Enemy, Newt is genuinely impressed. "Dude," he says. "That is so badass." Since when has Hermann been a badass?

Hermann's eyebrows jump, and he blinks at Newt behind his dorky librarian glasses. What twenty-one-year-old wears librarian glasses? With a chain? "You think so?" he says.

"Uh, totally," Newt says. "What problem were you stuck on? The one from Saturday?"

Being lab partners for engineering means Newt and Hermann have to collaborate on pretty much everything, including their midterms. Their midterm is what they've been working on for the past two weeks. On Saturday, though, they met in neutral ground to work on it (a reserved study room in the library), and, after a stupid and massive argument that had the librarians hoisting them out by their shirt collars and threatening to ban them for life, Hermann called Newt an idiot and stomped off into the night. Newt still hasn't gotten around to giving the problem another shot. Whatever, they have another week before the dumb thing is due. Plenty of time. Hermann nods. "Yes," he says. "Er—that one."

Newt glances at the clock ticking away on the wall. Quarter after eleven. Hermann's delayed him a whole fifteen minutes. Technically, he reminds himself, he doesn't actually have to have the tanks scrubbed by Friday night—he has the whole weekend to get it done. Also, he kind of feels like he owes Hermann for attacking him the way he did. Accidentally attacking. "Listen, Hermann," he says, feeling totally insane for what he's about to suggest. But he kind of wants to know more about Hermann The Badass. "What if we went back to my place and worked on it together? I'll buy us pizza, and I have, like, a bunch of energy drinks." The pizza place nearest campus is open until three in the morning, almost definitely because they get all of their business from sleep-deprived undergrads. Plus, they have midnight specials where you get free breadsticks with every pizza. Newt could go for some breadsticks. "It might be...fun," he adds.

Fun? With Hermann? Hermann will think he hit his head or something.

But to his surprise, Hermann doesn't hesitate even a second before saying "Alright, then."

"Oh," Newt says. He honestly thought Hermann would put up more of a struggle. "Cool!"

"But I might need to borrow a jumper," Hermann says. "If you'd be so...courteous, that is. I'm a bit chilly."

For some reason, the thought of Hermann (Newt's mortal enemy, but also a secret badass) curled up in one of Newt's baggy sweatshirts makes Newt feel all weird and warm all over. He swallows a few times, because his throat feels a little weird, too. Too tight. Like he just ate something he's allergic to. "No sweat," Newt says. "Let me just get these fish back in the, um, the tank. And—" He waves his slimy, gloved hands. "Take these off. And clean up that puddle. Gimme—um, gimme like, ten minutes?"

"Of course," Hermann says, and gives Newt a small, terse nod.

From Hermann, it's a smile. Newt almost slips on the puddle he's so blindsided by it. Stupid Hermann, making him feel all weird and clumsy.

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Make Him Look - Ch 1 / 2

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: flirting, many many drinks, jealousy, dancing, slow burn Word Count: 3k Created for: @walker-bingo - In Vino Veritas | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Jealousy A/N: Written with the lovely @thinkinghardhardlythinking in mind ❤️and y'all can also blame her for the fact it got so long I split it into two 😂

Cordell swings his leg over a barstool and settles into his usual spot. The bar is busy but not crowded. There’s a few more empty stools awaiting occupants for the night, and Cordell hooks one with his foot and draws it closer, popping his hat down to save the seat for Liam, who’s on his way. But there’s no reason to wait for Liam before he orders – they get the same thing every time.

“Barkeep! Can I get some queso, hot wings, and whatever Pinthouse you’ve got on draft?”

“Sure thing, man,” the kid behind the bar drawls, his accent thick and voice lazy. Cordell would bet anything the guy had had a joint on his break earlier, but he’s off duty – tonight is not about busting people for drugs, tonight is about letting loose. He checks his phone to see if Liam had texted him that he’d left the office yet, but there is nothing there. Taking a sip of the drink that has just been plopped on a coaster in front of him, Cordell scans the room. It’s a bad habit that every law enforcement worker he’s ever met has developed. Even when he’s trying to relax and blow off some steam, he can’t help being a little vigilant.

He takes in the tableaus around him; the groups of kids from the local community college, the gaggle of mid to late aged men in awful polos that Cordell recognises as the inner city bowling league, a couple of less savoury looking guys playing pool, the cluster of women those guys keep eyeing up – he’ll keep an eye on that one.

Checking his phone again and taking another drink, he still hasn’t heard anything from Liam. He opens his brother’s contact and is about to give him a call to tell him to get his ass in gear when someone suddenly reaches down beside him, picks up his hat and drops it back on his head while they slide into the seat he’d been saving - except it’s not Liam.

“Hey you,” the stranger says familiarly, bumping her shoulder against his. “Thanks for saving me a seat.”

You shrug out of your jacket and sling it over your arm as you head up to the worn wood counter of the bar. You don’t see your friend yet, so you decide to go ahead and order a drink while you wait for her to show. She’s always late, you should have just assumed and shown up fifteen minutes from now. You play on your phone as you wait for the bartender to finish serving the gang of people at the other end of the bar. When you feel someone in front of you, you look up, about to order a glass of wine, except one is already being placed on the bar top in front of you.

You stare questioningly at the kid serving you the drink. You’d been here before, sure, but you’re hardly a regular, and even if you were you don’t recognise this server – so why does he know what you were about to order?

“Um, I didn’t–” you start but the kid interrupts you.

“From the gentleman at the end of the bar, milady,” he gave a geeky little bow, “Sorry, he told me to say it like that,” he grimaces at himself. You chance a fleeting look back to the group you’d noticed him serving a few minutes ago and to your horror, you recognise your ex, Dirk, grinning back at you. He tips the brim of his ball cap and gives you a wink, like he’s expecting you to be impressed that he remembers you drink red wine. Shit, this is not how this night is supposed to go. You’re supposed to be here to get drunk with your best friend and have a bit of a dance, not be looking over your shoulder the whole night hoping that jerk leaves you alone.

Panicking a little now, you check your phone but there’s no text from Lea telling you when to expect her. Knowing her like you do, you would bet anything she won’t be here soon, and you don’t want to wait on your own and risk Dirk coming to talk to you. Desperately, you scan your eyes around the bar, cataloguing your options and escape routes. Someone catches your eye a few seats along from where you are. Tall, broad – dark and handsome, your mind supplies unhelpfully – but what really catches your eye is the badge hanging from his belt. He’s a Ranger.

Normally, you’d pick a group of girls who you know would happily pretend to know you so you don’t have to wait alone but you know Dirk, and you know he won’t be shy enough to let any number of girls stop him from coming to ruin your night. But a guy - and a Texas Ranger at that – Dirk wouldn’t dare. He had an outstanding DUI, and he’d always been a bit of a chicken around cops anyways.

Choice made, you grab the wine he’d bought you – hey, you’re not made of money, free booze is free booze – and you march purposefully over to the Ranger, who’s checking his phone and not paying attention until you grab his black cowboy hat off the chair next to him. Clearly he had been saving it for someone, and you want Dirk to think that someone is you.

“Hey you,” you chirp, placing his hat back on his head as you slide into the seat he’d been saving, “Thanks for saving me a seat.” You smile at the Ranger long enough to see him looking at you completely perplexed before you glance back to Dirk and see him watching you with a scowl. You let yourself feel inwardly triumphant and turn back to the man you’d just decided to befriend, if only temporarily.

Swivelling back towards him, you let yourself get a good look at his face for the first time. His bright hazel eyes are staring back at you, confused but not unkind. Tall, dark, and handsome is definitely apt, and now you’re seeing him properly you’re a bit speechless. You hadn’t counted on him being this freakin’ attractive.

“Sorry,” you finally manage to choke out under your breath. “I’ll leave you alone soon, I promise, I’m just hiding from my ex,” you explain, and understanding melts across the man’s face.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asks sympathetically.

“Just pretend like you know me until my friend gets here?” you propose hopefully.

“Happy to,” he smiles, grabbing his drink and holding it out to clink against your wine glass. You tap your glass against his, relief flooding your body as you settle onto your stool a little more comfortably.

“Thank you…” you trail off leadingly, hoping he’ll fill in his name.

“Cordell,” he supplies.

“Now there is a Texan name if I ever heard one,” you giggle.

“If you’re gonna laugh at my name do I at least get the chance to laugh at yours too?” he grins jokingly.

“Y/N,” you give him your name, tucking your hair behind your ear and taking a sip of your wine.

“Well that’s no fun, how can I tease you for such a pretty name?” Cordell takes a sip of his own drink, mirroring you. Jeez, this one is a smooth talker.

-

When you finish your glass of wine, probably a little quicker than normal due to your anxious state, you check your phone again and see a missed call from Lea. “Crap,” you sigh, drawing a concerned look from Cordell, who is happily munching away on some chips and queso next to you.

“Everything okay?” He asks, muffled, mouth still full of food.

“Yeah, s’just my friend bailing on me,” you gripe, listening to the voicemail she’d left on your phone a few minutes ago. “Sorry I gate crashed your night for nothing,” you apologise, popping your phone back in your bag and planning on just going home to turn in early and watch some junky tv show in bed now that your ‘girls night’ wasn’t happening.

“Hey, you aren’t gate crashing.” Cordell shrugs, like he’s hedging his bets with his next statement. “I’ve had a good time so far.” His smile is shy and sincere, and you soften just a little in your annoyance at the world.

“I totally am though, you were clearly waiting for someone,” you gesture to the stool you’d taken up residence on.

“Just my work-a-holic brother, who, as luck would have it–” Cordell pulls his phone from his pocket and holds it up to show the message on the lock screen “–also pulled out on me.”

“Oh,” you blink, not sure what to make of that. It sounds like he’s asking you to stay but… “Well, thank you for being my knight in shining armour for a bit, seriously, but I don’t really want to stick around just to have my ex looking at me all night.”

“Well, if he’s gonna be a creep and keep watching you all night, we could make that fun, give him something to watch,” Cordell offers, his smirk incongruous with the almost hopeful expression in his eyes.

“What?” You’re perplexed.

“I mean, I don’t know what happened between you, but it’s pretty obvious to me that he wants you back, and you seem pretty pissed at him for that. I’m guessing the bastard cheated on you?” You huff in response, a little bitter that he’d read the situation so easily.

“Yeah, he did,” you admit, slumping against the bar, feeling downtrodden at the memory.

“So don’t let him chase you off,” Cordell shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He messed you around – you tellin’ me you wouldn’t like to mess with him right back?” he raises an eyebrow in temptation, a knowing smirk twitching at his lips.

“And you’re proposing that instead of not wanting him to look at me all night–”

“You make him look,” Cordell finishes your sentence for you. “We’ve already pretended to know each other for the past–” he checks his watch “–twenty minutes. May as well just do the whole pretend date.” Cordell looks at you with so much honesty, you believe that he really does just want to help you screw with Dirk. And you cannot say the idea isn’t appealing.

“Alright,” you concede, shaking your head slightly in disbelief that you’re actually agreeing to this, and Cordell’s face splits into a wide smile. Honestly, seeing that expression alone made agreeing to this worth it. “So, if we’re on a pretend date, you gonna pretend to buy me another drink?”

“No,” you insist, shaking your head vehemently.

“C’mon,” Cordell chides, grinning madly.

“I did not agree to this,” you shake your head, finishing off the last bit of wine in your glass.

“Come on,” he urges again, leaning against the bar and tilting his head close to yours pleadingly.

“I am not dancing,” you repeat, wholeheartedly meaning it. You think if you have to come into genuine skin to skin contact with Cordell, you might actually melt into a puddle. Now three glasses of wine into your fake date, you can feel yourself loosening up and really enjoying yourself with this handsome stranger. He’s kind, and funny, and a little weird but in a charming way – exactly your type. And him begging you to dance with him wasn’t helping your self-restraint. This is a fake date, you keep reminding yourself firmly every time he flashes you that little half smile that makes his eyes light up.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of boring fake dates you usually go on, but mine aren’t complete unless I get to show off my two-step and knock back a tequila shot.”

“Oh, we’re doing tequila now, are we?” You laugh – this guy is actually ridiculous, and you kind of love it.

“That wasn’t a no,” he jumps on your ‘non denial’ and waves at the kid behind the bar. “Two tequilas, two limes?” he holds up two fingers and the bartender nods to him, quickly pouring out the shots and dropping two lime wedges onto a plate. Cordell grabs a salt shaker from the condiments rack on the bar and sets everything up between you. You let him work, watching incredulously but enjoying the show nonetheless.

“Give me your hand,” he holds out his own hand expectantly once he’s arranged all the pieces to his liking.

“Why?” your voice is nervous but your hand reaches out instantly of its own accord. Without answering he proceeds to rub the edge of the lime over the inside of your wrist, then puts the lime in your fingers and shakes some salt over the trail of juice he left behind. He does the same thing to himself, then passes you your shot, which you take in your lime-free hand.

“Right, you wanna do this the normal way or the ‘make Dirk jealous way’?” Cordell asks with a smirk once he’s oriented himself.

“I’m gonna regret asking this, but what’s the ‘make Dirk jealous’ way?” you groan exaggeratedly, like he’s put some great burden on you, but the truth is you’re really enjoying yourself.

“Like this,” Cordell steps up to you and links your right arms together. Catching his drift you smile and try to hold back the snort of laughter that bubbles up inside you – a nervous reaction to feeling the warmth of his body against yours, even through the layer of his shirt. “One, two, three,” he counts off and you go to lick the salt off your wrist except that’s what Cordell is doing. You freeze momentarily, heat shooting up your arm from where his tongue and lips are laving over your skin. You don’t think to move until Cordell puts his own wrist against your lips and you lick obediently.

Your linked arms pull you closer together as Cordell lifts the tequila to his lips and you follow suit in a kind of trance, both knocking back your shots. The tequila hits you harder than you remember it ever doing before, and you scrunch up your face, disoriented for a moment until you once again feel Cordell’s lips on your skin. This time they’re wrapping around your finger tips as he sucks the lime into his mouth. You stand frozen, the burn in your mouth and your fingers meeting in your chest and ratcheting up your heart rate as if you’re trying to run away from the oncoming flames. But it’s hopeless, you’re stuck in the blaze now.

“You want your lime, darlin’?” Cordell laughs at your stock still frame and holds his fingers to your lips, gently pressing the fruit inside and urging you to suck. You’re sure you must have physically combusted into fire by now, but Cordell isn’t jumping away like he’s been singed – he’s pressing closer. “Dance with me,” he rasps, voice hoarse from the burn of the alcohol. It’s not a request anymore, it’s an order, and you don’t question it.

Drawing his hand down the arm of yours linked with his until your fingers lace together, he pulls you away from the bar and out onto the dance floor. It’s an upbeat country song, the kind you’d normally jump around to, but he pulls you in and wraps an arm around your waist like a proper partner dance calls for – except he’s ignored the social convention of leaving room for Jesus. He pulls you after him in tiny circles and you let him lead happily. When the song changes to something a little slower he pulls you just a little tighter, and you can’t stop yourself from moving your gaze off his shoulder up to his face.

His eyes dart over your shoulder, then smile down at you wryly, and you feel yourself blush. “He’s watching,” Cordell grins mischievously. You go to look but he puts a hand on your neck and holds you still, keeping your eyes on him. His fingers are strong and warm against your collarbone, ironically causing you to shiver. “No, don’t look at him,” his voice is low as he leans in conspiratorially, “you wanna make him look, remember?”

“Why are you helping me?” The alcohol swimming through your veins is making you comfortable and fuzzy, and you let yourself lean against him familiarly, your head resting against his chest as he continues to move you both around the dance floor. You feel him shrug as his grips on your hand and the nape of your neck tighten a little.

“The truth?” he asks. You can hear the nerves in his voice, even if you can’t see them on his face.

“No, I want you to lie to me, please,” your voice manages to stay serious through the end of the joke before you burst into giggles, and you feel your laughter move into his body and trigger his own, making his chest rise and fall unevenly beneath your cheek.

“You are one hell of a gal, you know that?” You’re glad your face is buried in his chest so he can’t see just how brightly you smile at the compliment. “Truth is, I’ve been trying to get you drunk and have my wicked way with you.” You can tell by how expressionless his voice has gone that he’s winding you up, but you pull back and slap your hand to your chest in mock horror.

“Well Cordell Walker, I have never met such a rogue in my life,” you gasp in your best Scarlet O’Hara accent. It’s not a good one. Neither of you can keep a straight face for more than a few seconds, and you both double over in laughter after your minuscule standoff.

As your laughter dies down, Cordell grabs your hands again and pulls you back to him, swaying entirely out of time to the song that’s playing. He looks like he’s about to say something but the words haven’t quite found their way to his tongue, and when you catch his eyes you suddenly don’t want to hear what he has to say and you pull away from him. He looks at you, puzzled and just the slightest bit hurt as you try to find some cover for your sudden movement.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a bourbon fan, would you?”

Part 2 Here!

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Constellations- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: You and Charlie go on many adventures, and this time Charlie surprises you with an adventure you’ve wanted to do for a while.

Warnings: none just MEGA FLUFF

Words: 2.29k

When it came to getting to know Charlie, I found out that he is a very spontaneous person. We have been best friends for the past 8 years (crushing on him for the past 3 years), and I have been on so many adventures with him. We have been on many camping trips, random drives, sunrise hikes, and midnight shenanigans. These adventures would either be Charlie texting to see if I wanted to do something, or he would just show up at my door as if he already knew I would say yes. It’s never a dull moment with him.

It was a Friday night and I was sitting on my couch watching Friends eating a bowl of spaghetti with garlic salt sprinkled around the noodles. Normally, every Friday Charlie and I have dinner together while we watch a TV series or movie. However, with Charlie’s filming schedule, he isn’t able to do it all the time. Tonight was one of the nights I wish I had him around for company.

Knock, knock, knock.

I jumped at the sound coming from the front door. I quickly put down my bowl on the coffee table and pause my show to walk over to the door. I unlock the door and open it to find my best friend standing in front of me.

“Charlie?”

“Surprise shawty!” he says with making jazz hand gestures. I furrow my brows at his uncommon remark. “I learned that from Mads. I thought it was funny.”

I nod my head, “I figured as much. What are you doing here? I thought you had filming tonight?”

“Yeah, I kind of lied about that. I felt bad for not being able to make it to our Friday night dinners, so I thought I would surprise you!” Charlie says while stepping into my apartment. “Uh, you’re watching Friends without me?!”

I chuckle at his offended outburst and close the door, “Sorry! I didn’t know what else to watch. Plus, I didn’t want to start anything new without you!”

Charlie shakes his head in disappointment. “Are you ready to go?” he asks while bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“What do you mean?” I question.

“I have a surprise for you. Are you ready to go?” he explains.

My eyes widened, “I thought your presence was a surprise. Not, ‘I have a surprise for you’! Also, do I look ready?” I gesture to the tank top and shorts I was wearing.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders, “Well, if you aren’t ready, then go get dressed! Wear something warm; it’s a little chilly out tonight.”

I go to the coffee table where the remote was placed and turn off the TV. “Alright, alright. I’ll be right back. You can have the rest of my noodles, by the way. I’m full,” I say while walking to my room to get changed.

I shouldn’t be so surprised that Charlie was doing this. I guess with his busy schedule, we haven’t been on an adventure together in a while. I looked in my drawers to see what I should wear. I have no idea what Charlie as planned, so I’m not entirely sure what kind of outfit I should wear. I find one of Charlie’s long-sleeved shirts that he left at my apartment and decide to wear that since he said to dress warm. Even though I have washed it, his cologne still lingered on the piece of clothing. I change my shorts to wear leggings and put on some Doc Martins boots.

I quickly put on some deodorant and walk back to the living room. Charlie was sitting on the couch watching Tik Tok. I stop at the beginning of the hallway, “Is this okay?”

Charlie’s head snaps towards me. “Perfect!” he says standing up. “Is that my shirt?”

I look down at the brown and white, striped long sleeve shirt. “Yeeaah?” I say timidly not knowing what he what he was thinking.

“You look cute in my clothes!” Charlie smirks and puts his hands in his pockets. I could feel my cheeks burn from his compliment. For years, I have been trying to hide the fact that I have been crushing on my best friend. It hasn’t been easy when he is a naturally flirty person. Plus, I don’t think he thinks of me that way because we have been friends for so long.

“Thanks. Should we get going?” I question.

“Yes, we shall!” Charlie shouts as he walks to the door and opens it. “After you!” I giggle at his silly gentleman actions. We walk down the apartment hallway to the parking lot where his orange Subaru was parked. Charlie opens the passenger door, and I climb into the car. Ever since high school, Charlie always opened the car door for me. Even if I opened it myself, he would shut the door and reopen it so he was the one to open it. Sometimes I mess with him and get in the car myself, but he would just make me get out for me to just go back in the car when he opens the door.

Once Charlie gets into the car, I ask, “So, where are we going?”

Charlie turns on the car and puts his seatbelt on, “That’s for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot.”

I snort at his response. “Did you just quote Vampire Diaries?” I laugh.

“Maybe!” Charlie smiles and backs out of the parking lot. He turns on the radio to some random country station. Even though I’m not the biggest fan of country, I enjoy listening to it with Charlie. I tried to think on what he was wanting to do when it’s 11 o’clock at night. There aren’t many things open. I thought at first he wanted to just go for a drive, but he would have just told me that because that isn’t much a ‘surprise.’  

Next thing I know, we have been driving and jamming out to music for the past 45 minutes. I look around to see that we were basically in the middle of nowhere. “Charlie, you aren’t kidnapping me, right?” I wonder jokingly.

Charlie gasps and puts a hand on his chest as if he was offended, “How did you know?!” He breaks into a smile and a giggling fit. I laugh along with him at how cute he was acting.

“No, but for real. Where are we and what the hell are we doing?” I ask looking out the window. There was nothing but open fields.

Charlie slows the car down and pulls over to where the whole car was on the grass. He then puts the car in park. “We are here!” he says excitingly. Charlie pops open his trunk and jumps out of the car.

I follow Charlie and get out of the car. I walk towards the trunk to see him holding a couple of blankets. “Okay, you have some blankets? Are we camping without a tent?” I question. I am completely lost at what Charlie is wanting to do.

“We, (Y/N), are going to star gaze!” Charlie says.

“Wait, really!? I’ve been asking to do this for forever!” I say jumping up and down happily.

Charlie giggles at my excitedness, and we start walking in the empty field. I grab one of the blankets in Charlie’s arms so he wasn’t the only one carrying something. We get close to the middle of the field and place the blankets on the ground. Because I was so excited, I plopped and lie onto the ground. Charlie lies down on the right of me and we start looking at the sky. You could hear nature everywhere. You could hear the night birds chirping, the grasshoppers playing their music, and the cicadas all around us. I take my phone out of my pocket and start playing low vibes music.

“Was this worth the wait?” Charlie asks.

I nod my head, “Heck, yeah! I’ve missed our adventures, so this is amazing!”

“That’s good! I know how much you love stars and constellations, and you have been asking to go star gazing for a while,” Charlie says still looking at the stars.

“I appreciate it a lot. Thank you!” I say facing Charlie. I grab his hand and give it a squeeze. As I was going to pull my hand away, Charlie squeezes my hand as well so I wouldn’t let go. I start to blush at this and face the sky so Charlie doesn’t notice my blushing.

I then start to point out a bunch of constellations that I could find. Every now and then through my peripheral vision, I would notice Charlie looking at me instead of looking at the sky. He wouldn’t look for long before he would face the stars again. However, as I was pointing out the Canis Major constellation, Charlie wasn’t paying attention to the sky at all. Instead he was just looking at me. I stop what I was saying and face Charlie. “Are you listening?”

He tilts his head, “I have for the majority at the time. I just think you lighting up about stars is so cute!”

I shake my head and look at the sky again, “Whatever.”

“Plus, you have a constellation,” Charlie says.

I snap my head back towards Charlie. “What do you mean?”

He turns on his left side and places his index finger on my left cheek while still holding my hand. “Your freckles right here. They kind of make a constellation. It can be called the (Y/N/N) constellation.” Charlie says while lining up the freckles on my face. I could feel my face getting hotter as Charlie was guiding his finger on my cheek.

“Have you been looking at my freckles instead of the stars? I mean, the stars are beautiful tonight!” I say, trying to put the attention back on the sky and not my face.

“But I am looking at something beautiful. I’m looking at you,” Charlie compliments, his finger still lining the freckles on my cheek. He had a slight smirk on his face. He then stops lining my freckles, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and cups the left side of my face. He brushes his thumb on the apple of my cheek. My heart is beating so hard and so fast. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Charlie’s eyes kept switching to looking at my eyes to my lips. ‘Does he want to kiss me right now?’ I think. No one does that unless they want to kiss someone. I suddenly feel Charlie’s hand that was on my cheek sneak a little towards the back of my neck. He then pulls my face towards his and captures my lips onto his. I hesitantly kiss back, shocked that I am kissing my best friend right now! Charlies lips were so soft, and I could slightly taste his vanilla chapstick. He pulls away slowly. I gradually open my eyes to see him looking at me.

“Wow,” I whisper. “I-I wasn’t expecting that!”

Charlie pulls away his hand from my cheek, “Was that okay?”

I slightly bit the corner of my lip, “I mean, I’m not complaining about it.”

“Well, that’s good. I would be embarrassed if you weren’t okay with it. I have been wanting to do that for a while,” he says looking down at our hands.

I furrow my brows, “Y-you have?”

“Yeah!” Charlie scoffed. “I thought it has been pretty obvious that I have liked for a couple years now. I’ve been dropping subtle.. well I guess not so subtle hints, but it wasn’t working because you never noticed!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Seriously?! I never knew that you would like me back!” I said now sitting up and letting go of Charlie’s hand.

He looks up at me and sits up as well. “Wait, like me back? You l-like me, too?”

“Yes, Charlie,” I sigh. “I’ve liked you for the past three years or so. If anything, I thought I was being obvious even though I was trying to hide it.”

“Why were you trying to hide it?” Charlie questions.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” I confess. “I didn’t want to tell you my feelings if you didn’t feel the same way. I would have hated myself if I made our friendship awkward because of that. So, I tried to burry my feelings and not let it get to me.”

Charlie takes both of my hands and gives them a little kiss. “I felt the exact same way. I didn’t want to lose what we have, but I guess this means we can grow what we have even more,” he says, caressing my knuckles.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” I smirk. “That is if that’s what you want.”

Charlie leans in closer to my face and whispers, “It’s all I want.” He places his lips on mine once again. This time I instantly kiss back, take my hands out of his, and place them on his cheeks. Charlie rests his hands on my thighs. I smile within the kiss because of how happy I am.

After a few kisses, I pull away. Charlie smiles sweetly and squeezes my thighs. “I think this is our best adventure yet,” he says.

I nod my head in agreement, “I think you’re right.”

“Maybe our next adventure could be a date? A proper date?” Charlie asks.

I smile widely and give him a peck on the lips, “I would love that.” Charlie gives me a couple of cheek kisses to then give me a few more pecks on the lips. We both lie back on the ground to cuddle up next to one another and continue to look at the stars. This was the best night ever!

[twistedmusings]

A/N: Riddle is always so weird for me to write because I do see him as baby but the moment things get romantic I can so see him as the type that just...is more than ready to explore the romantic territory with you? Like yes he is baby but he would be so gentle with the smooches... But I digress.  I am making my way through requests, currently have five in my inbox so I might close it up once it reaches ten. Just to get the ball rolling since I am a baby blog u wu.  Warnings: None! Just tooth rotting fluff!  Straight from the cookbook section of our bountiful library, @lunalasolaris​!

Let me get that book for you! 

“Hey Riddle?” 

“Hm?” 

“What does a pinch mean?” 

Grey eyes look up from the cup of flour he was meticulously trying to measure as you hold up the recipe book in front of him. 

“Does it mean that we just put a little bit of the salt into the cake?” you point at the specific line, tapping it twice to emphasize your point, “Or we grab a pinch with our fingers and just...toss it in there?Cause I can grab a lot of salt in between my fingers if I need to.” 

Riddle frowns as he tries to remember how Trey used to bake some of his previous Unbirthday cakes. It was easy to break down his process but with how quickly he moved the Heartslabyul dorm leader found himself at a loss of what a pinch looked like. Of all the executive decisions he had to make, why was this one so difficult? 

He locked eyes with you, blushing when he saw how close you had gotten before pulling away and dumps the cup of flour into the small mixing bowl. 

"We don't want them to taste salty so we'll put only a small amount. What comes next?" 

"Eggs...three I think. Oh and we need to add them to the dry mix while it is being sifted." you grab the eggs and scoot closer to him as Riddle grabs the sifter, turning around to see you so close once again. 

You hold up the eggs and smile. 

"Ready?" 

It was nerve wracking being here with you. Not just nerve wracking, it was also stress inducing and blood pumping to have you so close after Riddle had come to a definitive conclusion about his feelings about you. It had come at a cost of many sleepless nights and the certain teasings of some of his oldest friends but once Trey sat him down and asked him how he truly felt about you, the words slipped so easily out of his mouth that even he was surprised at the lack of thought in them. 

Riddle likes you. Alot. 

It was the way you talked with him during Unbirthday parties, unbothered by rules and manners as you plopped yourself down next to him and spoke about whatever you had going on that day. Riddle thought that it sort of reminded him of Chenya, his friend always appearing out of nowhere with a similar grin yet his was always filled with mischief while yours was nothing more than a way for you to show how happy you were to see him. 

Or at least he hoped that was the case. 

You smiled at everyone. At Ace and Deuce whenever they did something silly, at Cater whenever he pointed his camera at you, even at Trey whe he would lean down and offer you one of the many pastries he had baked that day. But, and it might just be his own subconscious silently hoping for this, Riddle believed the smile that you had for him was special. The moment your eyes landed on him it was like watching a rose bloom. Those cheeks of yours would turn a soft shade of red as you approached him and pulled him into whatever activity you found yourself doing. 

Maybe that is how he had been roped into this situation with you. He had only dropped by Ramshackle to drop off something you had left in Ace and Deuce’s room but he knew that the moment you tugged on his wrist and pulled him inside, he was more than willing to do whatever it is that you were doing before he showed up. 

That activity being something you two weren’t particularly good at...baking. 

Riddle finally answered your question with a nod, having already dumped the contents into the silver sifter and grabbing onto the small handle. “I’ll start then.”

It had all turned out a mess. Your hands either tended to crack the eggs too softly that they wouldn't crack on the first try or they would be too harsh and immediately break the egg on impact, leaving both of you to fish out the remnants of the shells before Riddle went right back to sifting. Then came the mixing of the ingredients, Ramshackle not necessarily having the fanciest of gadgets you two instead had to mix everything by hand. It was a bit of a chance for him to show himself off for you but the moment he hissed at his muscles cramping up, you took the bowl from him and poked his cheek. “Chill out, dorm leader Rosehearts, I’ll take it from here~” 

How odd. Riddle was used to people calling him by his official title but in your cause it was almost alarming how much he liked it. 

A few more mishaps, staring at the cookbook and one call to Trey and soon you two were on the floor with a bowl of strawberries in between you as the cake baked in Ramshackle’s tiny oven. “Thank you for going along with this.” you munch on the end of a strawberry before continuing, “I was panicking when I first started so it was a heaven sent when you came along.” 

His heart skips a beat as Riddle clears his throat. 

“This is just what a dorm leader should do for another. I’m merely completing my duties.” 

You pout for a moment but grin as you scoot closer to him, “So if I wasn’t a dorm leader I would just be another face in the crowd?” It is like a shock of electricity shoots straight up his back, straightening him out as he corrects you. 

“No! You are still a student here...and someone who has attended many Unbirthdays and tea parties in Heartslabyul! I’m sure that if it wasn’t for that mishap in the dorm selection ceremony, you would have certainly been picked to be in Heartslabyul! To me you are not just someone in the crowd! You are--” He barely registers how close he had gotten, the bowl of strawberries pushed out of the way as you both stare into each other’s eyes. You hadn’t moved back. Your gaze was holding on strong to his as the hum of the oven became the only sound in the room. 

Hands so close, fingertips almost touching. “Riddle--I--I like--”

A ding interrupted your words, the little invisible bubble you and Riddle had created suddenly popping as you stood up and grabbed the oven mitts. 

You grin as you put the small container on the counter, Riddle cutting into the sides with a dull knife in order to unstick it from the pan. How wonderful was it when things came together that when you both watched the warm baked good slide out of its silvery confine you let out a sigh of relief and started to decorate.

“We almost ate half of the strawberries.” Riddle frowns as you grab the bowl from the floor. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I put them down! You are just as guilty as I if Trey doesn’t like the finished product.” 

He stops cutting the fruit into smaller pieces as he watches you spread the whipped cream along the sides of the cake. “...you...are you giving this to Trey?” 

Why was he so nervous? Trey liked to test everybody’s baking skills if they seem to have any or he just liked to tease those who couldn’t cook by teaching them how to figure it out all on their own. Besides, Trey was a third year and needed to concentrate on his future internship and not be issuing challenges to first years--!

“Yeah? He said that tomorrow’s tea party was going to be a ‘bring your own’ kind of thing?” you scoop a dollop of whipped cream on your finger and lick it off, further distracting Riddle. “Tea party…” 

“Yeah...he said you were having one tomorrow. Did you cancel it?” you give him a surprised look, “Have we been struggling with this baking stuff for nothing?” 

No. Riddle knew every single tea party that would be having throughout the academic year. And yes, they were having one tomorrow. There was one detail that didn’t sit quite right with him, however. 

Never in the history of the Heartslabyul dormitory had there been a ‘potluck’ tea party. 

Either those good at baking made the pastries for that day’s tea party or they would not be any tea party at all. 

Great Seven’s knew what would happen if any first years, Ace and Deuce specifically, tried to cook in the Heartslabyul kitchen. There probably wouldn’t be a kitchen anymore. 

Yet Trey had gone out of his way to trick you into baking a cake while also telling Riddle that you had left something behind in the first year’s room and that it was his duty to give it back--had he planned all of this from the sidelines and expected it to work?! 

“...no there is a tea party happening. I guess I just--Trey must have not told me about that certain detail.” 

“Well at least we have something to bring now!” 

You both look at your cake, the cutting of the strawberries a little sloppy as they somewhat slipped on the rushed icing job you had done. 

“...you know I don’t think anyone will notice if I do this.” 

Riddle’s eyes widen when you grab a spoon and dig into the top of the cake. “Hey--!” 

The spoon presses to his lips as you grin while holding it up to him. “Say ‘ah’” 

Was Crowley sure that you didn’t have any sort of magic? With the way he quickly opened his mouth Riddle would have thought he had been hypnotized. “So?” 

He nods at the taste, smiling when he notices the soft sweetness that came with a good slice of strawberry shortcake. “I--I think we did a really good job.” 

You grin and stand on the heel of your feet as Riddle licked his lips to get any extra whipped cream, eyes going right back to staring at you as you tug on his bowtie and bring him closer. “You got some right...here.” 

The pressure of your hold is light as your lips meet his, his body suddenly going lax as he drops his hold on the knife he had been using before so he could turn his body to meet yours. His hold is immediate, a hand touching your lower back and pressing you a tad closer to him as you both pull back to gauge each other’s reaction.

You are both red as roses, cheeks flushing and hearts beating so fast you were sure you could hear each other’s matching rhythms. 

“...did I get it?” 

He should be pushing you away and apologizing for such a needy display. Riddle hadn’t necessarily spent his time doing anything else besides studying and trying to bring pride to Heartslabyul dorm so this territory was rather new to him. 

“Try again...please.” 

Your lips met his again, this time his hold pulling you into the kiss as you cup his face and let him press your back against the kitchen counter. 

His second year was still starting, why not explore this path a bit more? 

[thewintermer]

hello! how about a reaction of txt being jealous of another guy flirting with you?

I know you wanted a reaction, but I ended up writing these imagines instead. This was me distracting myself from writing two papers due today :/

TXT REACTION: SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU

Yeonjun

You were hanging out with Yeonjun and the rest of the members when one of your long time admirers came over with a guitar in hand.

“Oh God.”, heaved Yeonjun, “What does he want now?”.

“I’m here to play Y/N a song I wrote about her” announced guitar boy as he fearlessly stood in front of you and the rest of the boys. 

“Please don’t”, Yeonjun scrunched his face as the boy continued his introduction.

The others snickered at his reaction, mainly at how ridiculous the entire situation was.

“The song is called “Every Night in My Dreams”, declared lover boy.

“Oh HELL no”, yelled Yeonjun.

He stood up from his seat and began to shoo the boy out of the room.

“We don’t accept song confessions, okay? I’m her boyfriend. She’s taken! Do you hear that? I’m her boyfriend! Now leave!”

Soobin

There was glitter all over the floor- on the carpet, the couch - everywhere.

So far, things have been quite ‘lit’ - no pun intended. There were strings and strings of fairy lights and candles all over the place and the ambience provided for a warm, comfy birthday feeling that you adored.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

You had helped yourself to your fourth serving of ice cream for the day and was now on the couch, sitting on top of all the glitter to enjoy the bowl of sugary sweetness.

You were only a spoonful away from an empty bowl when the seat plopped down beside you and someone who you were very much trying to avoid running into during the whole party now sat to your left. 

“Been looking for you all night”, declared the boy next to you.

“Cool”, you reply, “I’ve been looking at ice cream the whole night”.

“I can see that”, he chuckled, “Well, now that I found you. I gotta say, you look incredibly hot”.

He doesn’t waste anytime does he? You rolled your eyes.

You were about to reply when a tall shadow fell over the two of you.

“Why thankyou”, cooed a deep voice from above you, “I think my girlfriend looks incredibly hot, as well”.

Soobin walked from his spot behind the couch to sit to your right. 

“I missed you”, he pouted, ignoring the other boy and intertwined his fingers with yours. 

He leaned forward to peck you on the lips and on your response, Soobin moved his hand to support the back of your head as he indulged himself to deepen the kiss.

Soon enough, the party blurred out of your mind to only occupy your boyfriend, with who you were making out now.

When he finally did pull back, he was so darn pleased with himself to discover that there were no traces of the other boy that had sat there earlier.

“You came all the way over here to make him go away didn’t you?”, you deadpan.

“I did no such thing!”, Soobin protested dramatically, “Though, in all seriousness, I hope he knows where he stands”

Beomgyu

The glass of water was under his mercy as he clenched onto it with utmost resentment. His jaw was set and his eyes darted across the dimly lit room, looking at everything but you.

Invisible smoke settled into the air and you bit your lips, unsure of what to say to him. You could feel the weight of your heart in your chest as you began to explain, “Gyu, listen we -”

“Why is he still texting you?”, he questioned, growing tired of the whole situation, “If the guy won’t stop flirting, then block him”.

“He’s my friend and -”, you began to explain again.

Beomgyu snapped his head towards you. His cold eyes shot daggers at you, “Are you my girlfriend or not? Why would you even reply to him?”

“I didn’t want to seem rude”, you mumble under your breath, but he heard it loud and clear, “Look, him and I have common friends and -”

“Save it”, he retorted. He pushed himself off the chair and grabbed the coat that was draped on it.

“I’ll call you later”, he declared before making his way out the front door.

Later that night, he called you to apologize and you finally mustered up the courage to block your friend that had been stepping over your boundaries.

Taehyun

You were seated at the library around a long table with others from your Math study group. You had been meeting up with them between classes so as to prep for an upcoming quiz that counted for twenty percent of your grade. 

You were horrible at math and hence required all the tutoring you could possibly get and within the group, your only source of constant help was Daniel- someone you met during one of your lectures.

The two of you were going through some notes together when the notification on your phone went off.

Taehyun: Next lecture in 10 min ~ Let's go?

You: I'm at the library

Taehyun: Coming by rn!

Your classmate scooted closer to take a look at the problem you had solved the night before.

"Wow. I've never met anyone butcher math the way you do", he remarked, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Oh shush", you rolled your eyes as you shifted your book away from him.

"Don’t shush me”, he teased. There was a playful glint in his eyes. “What? Just cause you're cute you think you can tell me what to do?", he continued, reaching for your book again.

"Well, yeah", you scoffed back “I can do whatever I want”.

Daniel was now stretching over to grab the notebook from your hands and in a hurried attempt to prevent him from doing so, you jumped off your seat and tossed it in your bag and zipped it up.

"Aw, don't leave me. Stay. Just skip--"

"If you're done flirting, let's go."

You eyes dart upwards until they made contact with the owner of the voice.

Taehyun stood at one end of the table, his hands in his pockets and backpack slung over one shoulder. He had a unfathomable expression on his face as he waited for you to gather the rest of your belongings and leave with him.

Once you were all packed up and on your way out of the library, he couldn't help but toss a question your way.

"Are you really doing Math or just wasting your time?", he shook his head disapprovingly.

"We were doing Math until you arrived", you grumbled under your breath.

There was a soft silence between the two of you as you climbed down the stairs towards the entrance of the main building.

"I'm not convinced, but alright", he replied.

Huening Kai

The two of you were on a date at the movies when the incident took place.

You had decided to order a huge tub of popcorn at the food counter as you waited for Huening to return from the ticket booth.

Call it the boyfriend sixth sense, but coming back to find you talking to a prick who was standing way too close to you did not rest well with Huening.

When he approached you, he wasted no time in putting his arm on your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

"Y/N, Babe", he interrupted, a tight smile pulling at his face.

"Don't talk to strangers", he berated, aiming the last word at the uninvited guest before him.

You were taken aback by his sudden boldness. As for the the stranger in question- he shuffled in his spot for a couple of seconds before finally rolling his eyes and walking away from the scene.

This was new. You had never seen your boyfriend act the way he did before. Ever. He usually shrugs things off or engulfs himself into a hoodie ball of awkwardness. It was surprisingly uncharacteristic of him to be vexed with someone.

"Babe?"

A delicate kiss on your cheek brought you back to reality. You look up at your boyfriend who was now holding a tub of popcorn, waiting for your response.

"You okay? Show starts in 5 minutes", he smiles down at you.

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[charlies-gillespie]

nothing to worry about | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader hasn’t seen Charlie because she’s been away for work for a while. she’s never met his friend or his new puppy, but she goes to surprise him one day and is met with a surprise herself

requested: yes

length: on the longer side

rating: PG

warnings: just a few mentions of having anxiety and being insecure

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MASTERLIST

With excitement, you call your longtime boyfriend, Charlie. You’ve just landed in LAX after being away for your job for a few weeks and you want to go see Charlie.

He doesn’t pick up the phone when you call and your happy mood sours a little it. That is, until you decide to go and surprise him at his new apartment. You’ve never surprised anyway before, especially so last minute. You tell your Uber to head to Charlie’s address, getting excited again.

The Uber driver pulls up out front of Charlie’s apartment building. You grab your things from the trunk and thank the driver. Charlie gave you his spare key before you left, and that’s what you use to get into the building.

You take the elevator up to the fourth floor. After stepping off the elevator, you smile and walk down the long hallway. Soon, you find yourself standing at the front door of Charlie’s apartment. You knock a few times then wait.

There are footsteps behind the door and you get excited again. There’s an unfamiliar voice that says, “I don’t know, dude. Hold on, I gotta get the door.” Then the door opens and you’re not met with Charlie, but a man who’s about six-foot, short black hair, and a very muscular figure. “Who are you?”

With your anxiety rising, you stammer, “I must have the, uh, wrong apartment number. I’m sorry.”

The man says, “Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help.”

“Charlie Gillespie,” you tell the man.

He says, “Oh. Oh! You must be Y/N? I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you. You have the right apartment number. I’m Charlie’s roommate, Finn.”

You blink, slightly confused. Since when did Charlie have a roommate? Hesitantly, you walk into the apartment and Finn shuts the door behind you. You ask, “Where is Charlie? I called him but he didn’t pick up.”

Finn plops on the couch and says, “He took Koa out for a walk. He must’ve forgotten his phone when he left. I heard it ringing in his room. That must’ve been you calling.”

You’re very excited to meet Charlie’s new puppy, Koa. Charlie has FaceTimed you and shown you Koa, but you’re excited to hold and pet Koa.

“It’s not surprising that Charlie forgot his phone,” you say. “I’m going to just go throw his stuff in his room really quick. Excuse me.” Finn nods and you walk back to Charlie’s bedroom.

You put your suitcase by his closet and your duffel bag in his bathroom. You’re going to need to stay for a few days. While you were away for work, your lease expired at your apartment and you couldn’t renew it. You were going to ask Charlie if you could stay here until you got your bearings.

The front door opens and closes. You hear Finn say, “Your girlfriend called.”

You hear Charlie say, “Crap, I forgot my phone in my room when I left.”

Footsteps make their way down the hallway and you watch Charlie appear in the doorway of his bedroom. He sees you and immediately runs over to you. Charlie pulls you into a hug and you laugh. “I missed you too, Charlie,” you say to him.

Charlie lifts you off your feet and spins you around. You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. After a second, he puts you down and looks down at you. “When did you fly in?” he asks, moving his hands to cup your face.

“Just a little bit ago,” you say, a smile on your face. “I called you to ask if I could come over but apparently you forgot your phone.”

He laughs and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. You happily sigh. You’ve missed this.

Someone knocks on the doorframe and Charlie pulls back from the soft kiss. Both of you look over to see Finn in the doorway. “I hate to break up this little reunion but that show we like to watch is on,” he says.

You look up at Charlie and ask, “What show?”

Your boyfriend looks down at you and says, “It’s just The Walking Dead. It’s a post-apocalyptic zombie show. I don’t think you’d like it since you watch Grey’s Anatomy and Disney movies,”

“Oh,” is all you say. “Um, can we talk after your show is over?”

Charlie nods and presses a kiss to your cheek before leaving the room with Finn. You hear the theme music to their show playing in the other room and you sigh.

Some conversation comes from the other room and you sit on the bed. You’re not very happy that you come back after being gone for a few weeks and he decides to go and watch a TV show than spend time with you. You’ve been counting down the days until you got to see Charlie again. Maybe that’s just the insecure girlfriend in you coming out but you wish he would spend time with you.

One of the guys yells, “Come on! Not like that!”

You look out into the living room and see Charlie with Finn on the couch, both men eating out of the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. A little puppy with black fur is trying to jump up onto the couch next to Charlie. That must be Koa, his new puppy.

Charlie looks down and says, “Not now, Koa. Okay?”

With a pout, you walk out into the living room and sit on the floor with your legs crossed. “Koa,” you call. “Koa, come here.”

Koa looks back at you and happily trots over to you, crawling onto your lap. You smile and pick him up. “You are adorable,” you say to no one in particular. You hold him in your hand and pet him.

Finn says, “Dude, we have to watch Talking Dead after this. It’s going to be so funny.”

“Duh,” Charlie says with a laugh.

You look at Charlie and say, “We were going to talk after your show was over, Charlie.”

Charlie looks over at you with his puppy and he says, “We can talk after Talking Dead is over. It’ll be over by eleven.”

Getting slightly annoyed, you say, “I flew in from New York, which is three hours ahead of us. I’m jetlagged and have been fighting sleep while you enjoy your show because I really need to talk to you before I go to sleep. My body thinks it’s almost one in the morning and I’m exhausted. I get you watch this show with Finn, but I have been so excited to see you.”

You get up off the floor with Koa and walk into Charlie’s room, closing the door. You’re jealous that Charlie chose to spend time with Finn instead of you. You understand they’ve probably gotten close while you’ve been away but you’re his girlfriend. You were around before he probably even met Finn.

After laying on your side on the bed, Koa settles in against you, curling into a ball against your chest. You look down at the puppy and you say, “He’s mean to us, isn’t he, Koa?”

Soft snores come from Koa and you close your eyes.

It feels like you’ve only been asleep for two minutes when the door opening wakes you up. Koa’s head pops up and you see Charlie coming into the room.

“Y/N,” he says softly. Charlie closes the door and walks over to the bed. He sits next to you and you look up at him. “I’m sorry. It’s just what Finn and I do Sunday nights now. I didn’t think about how jetlagged you would be.”

You take Koa in your hands and you sit up, saying, “It’s okay. I just felt really jealous and ignored.”

Charlie rests a hand on your knee and he says, “Hey, you have nothing to worry about, Y/N. It’ll never be me choosing Finn over you, okay? Or even choosing you over him. He’s my roommate, and one of my closest friends, but you’re my girlfriend and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Maybe next time you can join us. I just didn’t think that you would like a show about zombies.”

A smile forms on your face and you say, “I’ll just cuddle with Koa if I get scared since you like to get into the show.”

He laughs and asks, “What did you want to talk about, by the way?”

“I need somewhere to stay,” you tell him. “My lease expired while I was away and I was evicted.”

Your boyfriend says, “You have a key already. Maybe instead of temporarily staying, you could just move in.”

You nod and say, “I’d like that.” Charlie laughs and the two of you lay together. Koa lays on Charlie’s stomach and you pet the puppy while you lay your head on his chest. You drift off to sleep in Charlie’s arms.

[cosmiclatte28]

Strike! (Jaehyun x reader)

a/n : okaay soo this was almost from a real story :)) i twisted and improvised something that happened to me :p not important though, but please enjoy this scenario!

warning : none, i think this is save for everyone.. except if you have bad memories with bowling...

characters : you, Jae, and his friends (Yu,Tae,Johnny)

tagging @yutahoes (since she knew what happened) and @neopalette anyone else wants to be tagged in my works tell me :)

enjoy!!

Spring is happening, the flowers are blooming, and the sun has been staying up longer! Everyone’s toasting under the heat and hoping that summer can just come now. You personally enjoy the heat rather than shivering in the cold winter wind. It’s just that you don’t really have anyone to enjoy this beautiful weather with. Just like any other day, you got down from your room to look for dinner. The sun is still up and you choose to just use one of your jacket and plop into your shoes before locking the door and walking nicely to look for food.

You turn on your earphone, playing on some light music so you feel less lonely. It’s just that you have friends but today you don’t feel like eating with them. You’ve been to two classes today and worked on some homework, you noticed it’s time for a “me time”. So, with the sun shining warmly and you enjoying your afternoon walk you smile when you notice how many couples are walking around the campus.

You’re jealous, you wont lie. Come on, who’s not jealous to see cute happy couples walking under the sun and with the blooming flowers things just look like a scene from a movie. You personally slow down to think of which dining hall to visit today. You choose to go to the west side and see what menu they offer.

You don’t see much student there which make you settle quickly on pasta and have them wrap it up to go. Now, with your boxed food, you walk happily to go back to your room only to pause when there’s a sport car filled with hot guys zooming through you.

You notice a lot of people have their eyes glued on the car, or maybe the guys in it. You don’t know them, but one of them seriously looks cute. You locked eyes for a second and you swore you love him at first sight.

“Woah, last time there were girls zooming around in their opened-cabriole cars and now guys too. Guess summer is really near.” You shrug your shoulder and continue to walk.

You pass by the car again but this time it is parked and the four guys are just chilling around their cars. Sipping on some cold energy drinks while giggling and tossing light smiles to the people passing by.

“Who are you looking at young boy?” The man behind the wheels earlier nudges the boy who has his eyes glued on you.

“Um no one-“ he stammers before turning away to look at his feet and feeling his ears burn.

“Oh I see, some freshman I guess-“ the guy with a Japanese accent teases the younger boy.

“Where? I wanna see too!” the smallest one between the three extends his neck to look around.

Their actions bring the crowd’s attention, and you realize you should keep walking. Why were you stopping in first place?

So, without much thought you continue to walk down your road while humming to your music.

“Stop staring,” the guy who’s looking at his feet finally speaks up.

“Why Jaehyun? You’re shy?” The tallest, Johnny aka guy behind wheel, pokes his cheek.

Jaehyun turns red “Nah, I don’t know her. She just passed by and I locked eyes with her.”

“Don’t worry, if Yuta saw her he will know her name.” Taeyong puts a hand over Yuta’s shoulder “Right Yuta?” he asks to clarify his statement.

Yuta nods “If only you justified if that was the girl you’re staring, I may have her name tomorrow.” Yuta plays with his phone.

Jaehyun sighs “Come on, this school is big… there’s no way you’ll get her name.” he hugs his three friends’ shoulders and sighs “Guess that will be the first and last time I see her.”

Johnny clicks his tongue “So dramatic. Duhh, I know how to see her.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen “How?”

Taeyong giggles “She went that way, there’s only three houses there. We can just hang around there and see her if she goes out of her building. It’s that simple Jae, don’t be so sad.” Taeyong pats his shoulder and jumps into the car.

“Come on, we have a bowling match tomorrow might want to practice a little bit before the game.” Taeyong calls his other friends into the car and once they’re all in, Johnny hits the road again with high speed to show off his car and the guys inside.

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You finish your dinner and clean up your room already. In an hour or two, you’ll wrap up your task and readings then maybe take a rest because tomorrow is a big day. You got more classes to suffer and some dance class to attend.

Your mind flashes back the image of the cute guy seating in the back seat of the sports car earlier. His dimple, his carefree smile and his fluffy wind-blown hair looks perfect. Oh you really wish you can see him one more time.

He doesn’t look like he belongs in your major, man like him probably is an athlete or studies something related to business or sports.

“Come on come to your senses (y/n)! What are the odds he meet you again? Even if he sees you, he won’t notice or realize you’re there.” You try to burry your hope by reminding yourself boys like him belong to the pretty girls with long legs. Unlike you, totally you’re way out of his league.

That night you dream of a fortunate encounter with the mysterious guy and he gives you his name. Weird how you cannot remember his name at all when you wake up, but the day is running and you need to wake up and face reality. He is a prince charming and you’re no Cinderella.

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“I told you, I can get her name by today.” Yuta proudly shows Jaehyun and the guys an Instagram profile.

“Wait whoah you really did.” Taeyong says after examining the profile picture because of the private account.

“How did you?” Jaehyun stops asking when his eyes accidentally spot you coming into the room.

“Am I seeing things or is she really here?” Jaehyun whispers to his friends and Johnny gives him a smack “Hurts? It’s real. I see her too.”

Yuta chuckles “Come on, I see her walking to this place and thought maybe she’s here this afternoon. So, I made a quick run through the participant list and look up one by one.”

“Thank you- but oh I am so fortunate to see her again.” Jaehyun is literally having his moment. If this is a drama he’d have romantic bgm and flower petals falling out of nowhere. But this is the bowling room in the campus and it’s far from romantic. Especially when the judge calls for the competitor to get ready.

“Good luck there bro, focus on the game not on the girl.” His friends tease him before leaving to sit in the spectator seat.

You tie your bowling shoes and pick out your own ball. Polishing it and feeling it with your hand before bumping into someone’s sturdy chest.

“Oh- sorry.” You mutter an apology before looking up and freezing in place when you lock eyes with the same man you’ve been dying to see again.

“You-“ he turns pink.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump you. Please don’t kill me.” You beg for him

He chuckles “I will not kill you, but if you want my apology…” he trails off and bends a little bit to see your face closer “Give me your name.”

You turn red now and you feel your face heat up “It’s (y/n)”

He smiles and reaches out his hand “Jaehyun, nice to meet you (y/n)” he shakes your hand and you grin. This is awkward…

“I saw you yesterday on the car. Nice car.” You whisper after both of you sit down to wait for your turns.

Jaehyun nods “Wasn’t my car sadly, but it’s my friend’s.” he points to the three guys enjoying pizza on the spectator bench. You only nod, his friends all look hot.

“So, bowling eh? Good at it?” you ask him when it’s almost his turn. Jaehyun stands up and wears his bowling glove “Good? I just pick this up as a new hobby and I join this to look for new friends.” He gets up to his lane and picks his ball before posing nicely and hits a strike.

You smirk, not bad. He has some talent.

Jaehyun returns after his turn is over and it’s yours now.

“What about you?” he asks

You sweetly smile “Watch and see,”

Jaehyhun notices how you change. Your posture is different, and your gaze definitely burns hole to the wall. He secretly has to control his heartbeat from going up when he sees you hit a strike.

You’re not a newbie, he notices that

“Great posture, accurate and precise.” Jaehyun offers a high-five and you take it.

“Well, thank you that came from years of practice. Pleasure to be your competitor tonight, I am (y/n) the school’s official bowling team leader.” You wink and Jaehyun feels his heart burst into million pieces.

How can you be so cute and so attractive at the same time? Plus what, you’re the bowling athlete team? Hot.

He sure is going to brag on you to his friends, but most importantly he’ll win your number first after the hot tight match. He’s glad Johnny forced him to sign up for this competition, and he’s glad he has the courage to talk with you.

“So, nice game and you’re really good.” Jaehyun nudges your shoulder when the game ends with you winning.

You grin “Oh yeah? Well, what do I get for winning?” you playfully tease him.

He knits his eyebrow for a while before grinning “Do you want my number? We can have lunch together or dinner someday.” He offers you his suggestion and you feel your cheek burns.

“Sure, yes I’d love that.” You gulp and type in your number to his phone.

“Okay, I’ll text you my number so you can save it.” He winks and turns his head around when his friends call him

“I got to go, do you want to go back to your dorm with us?” he offers you a ride but as much as you want to, you know not to accept rides from stranger easily.

You shake your head “I will go with them,” you point to a new group of friends living in the same building you just met earlier.

Jaehyun nods coolly “Okay, text me when you got home.” He points to your phone that lights up with a message from him.

You smile and wave your hand as you walk to the other friends “Bye Jaehyun! It was nice meeting you.”

Turns out yesterday was not the first and last time he sees you.

end

[frostedfaves]

And I Drove You Crazy

Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Requested by anon: I don’t know the characters very well but some prompts that I can think of and that you could least jump off from is maybe Nat teasing the reader for a having a crush?? Maybe a few timeline jumps so the first time they meet, then the first time Nat realize the crush, and then the kiss?? Idk lmao

Warnings: constantly flustered reader

A/N: this turned out more fluffy than teasing, but hopefully you’re still able to enjoy it! thanks for the ideas :)

marvel requests?

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“Is this seat taken?”

You froze with the wine glass in your hand, and you focused all your energy on swallowing the alcohol before you choked. When it was safe to do so, you turned on the bar stool and faced none other than Natasha Romanoff with a nervous smile.

“Nope, all yours.”

She offered you an inviting smile of her own, eyes never leaving yours as she sat next to you. After noticing you squirm a bit, she turned to the bartender, practically batting her eyelashes at him.

“She’ll have another glass, and I’ll take a double of your strongest vodka.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you insisted, gesturing to the one you just placed on the bar. “I’m not even finished.”

“You’ll have it for when you are.” She shrugged simply before thanking the bartender and taking a sip from her own drink. “So I haven’t met you before. How’d you end up here?”

Both of you took each other in over the rims of your glasses, and you’d never known a shade of green could be so fucking beautiful. Swallowing the liquid in hopes of gaining courage, you cleared your throat to speak again. You could only wish your voice came through as elegantly as her collected tone.

“Well, Mr. Stark promoted Ms. Potts to CEO and you weren’t actually who you said you were, so he had to hire someone he could do an accurate background check on.”

“You’re Stark’s assistant. Your name?” She stretched her hand out to you as you introduced yourself, and a shiver shot through you at her surprisingly warm touch. “Well, you may know me as Natasha Romanoff, Natalie Rushman or the Black Widow. But I’d prefer you to know me as just Nat.”

She suddenly hopped down from the bar stool with her drink in hand, and you’d never felt such abandonment from a simple action. A bit of hope slipped into your thoughts like a secret note when she turned to face you with that wicked smile again.

“I hope to see you again, soon. Good luck with the arrogant man-child.”

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“Is this seat taken?”

An overwhelming sense of deja vu washed over you at the voice, popcorn falling out of your hand and back into the bowl in your lap as you looked over your shoulder. There Natasha stood, bright red locks hanging on either side of her face as she glanced down at you.

“Nope, all yours.”

There seemed to be a slight bounce in her step as she came around the couch and plopped onto the cushion next to you, a teasing grin on her lips as she reached over and stole a few kernels.

“You seem to be in a really good mood.”

“Just happy to see you.” How lucky you were that she didn’t have super-hearing, because your heart screamed in your chest. “What are we watching?”

“It’s just some dumb, cheesy Hallmark movie. You know, 25 Days of Christmas. I can change the channel if you want.” The sight of her emerald eyes meeting yours threatened to knock the wind out of you, and you quickly took a deep breath to remind yourself of oxygen.

“No, this seems...normal. I don’t get a lot of that, so I appreciate it more.”

The two of you watched in silence, aside from the occasional rustling of your hands in the popcorn bowl. It wasn’t until the credits started to roll that you gained the nerve to speak again.

“I hope this isn’t weird or anything, but I got you something.” Her features seemed to hold confusion, so you quickly added “For Christmas, I mean.”

“You did?” 

You nodded toward the large tree in the corner of the room and she jumped to her feet, heading over and sifting through the gifts to find the one with both of your names on it. As soon as it was in her hands she was ripping the paper open, eager to know what you’d taken the time to get for her. On the other end, you waited with nervous hands and uneven breath for a reaction.

“This…” You stopped breathing altogether until she faced you with tears in her eyes and an appreciative smile. “This is beautiful. Thank you so much. I wish I’d known so I could get you something.”

“It was nothing,” you brushed it off, looking down at your smart watch as it beeped. “I have to go. Duty calls.” You offered her a timid grin as you placed the remainder of the popcorn on a table and hurried off.

“When are you gonna stop being scared and make a move?”

“A Christmas gift doesn’t automatically mean romantic interest, Clint,” Natasha scowled as she turned to the smirking assassin.

“It does when you drive two hours away and hit up five different stores to find it.”

As Clint left her alone again, her eyes drifted back to the gift in her hands and she thought carefully about what this really meant for the two of you.

-

“Is this seat taken?”

A heavy sigh fell from your lips, thankfully masked by the noise floating in from the busy streets below. You weren’t disappointed by her appearance, just desperate for an uncomplicated breath, and you feared you wouldn’t obtain that while she was around.

“Nope, all yours.”

You kept your eyes on the multiple skyscrapers and the night sky behind them, well aware of her gaze locked in on you as she leaned against the section of wall you were currently sitting on.

“What’s a wonderful person like you doing outside all alone a minute before the ball drops?”

“I am here to avoid watching a bunch of happy couples lock lips at midnight,” you told her in the empty spaces of your defeated sigh.

“No special lips for you tonight?” she questioned in a tone just above a whisper, leaning in more to make the eye contact you were actively trying to avoid.

“One pair, but I don’t think they’re available.”

The crowds both below you and inside the building began to loudly countdown to midnight, and before you could negatively react, Natasha’s hands were on you. One on your thigh to steady the both of you, the other making its home on your cheek.

“You always have a seat for me. The least I could do is have a kiss for you.”

Your lips met just as the fireworks began.

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Tags: @imnotasuperhero 

[honey-andtea1889]

Easy Love

AN: Hello!! Y’all are really loving the first Spencer Reid fic, so I figured I could write another one! I really hope you enjoy it!! This is my first smut so please be nice lmao  

Summary: The BAU team decides to go bowling after a long work week. However, Y/N and Spencer get a little competitive. 

Warnings: swearing, drinking, straight filth of smut, choking, daddy kink, fingering, oral, and lots of fluff!

Song: Easy Love by Lauv

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Bowling night was not something that the team did regularly, but when it happened, everyone got super into the game. The planning of it all came from a super stressful case, on the jet home the team would make plans to bowl and would set a time for the event. Teams were made between the team captains, which varied every time they went. Today, it was Spencer and Y/N. 

Y/N was more than excited to be going against Spencer. The two had always been on the same team on bowling night, so Y/N believed it would be interesting to see where the night takes them. 

“You ready to get ya ass handed to you pretty boy?” Derek asked as he sat down next to JJ. 

“Please, do you remember the last time we went bowling? We completely smoked you guys.” Spencer stated, smiling over to his best friend. 

“I don’t know there, Spence. I’m pretty confident we’ll win. My line up is pretty damn good if I say so myself.” Y/N giggled. 

Spencer smiled at her. The two had been secretly dating for about 6 months now. No one on the team suspected anything, however they thought they’d be a cute couple. Comments were made every day around the office since Y/N had started, which eventually led to a small crush on the incredibly handsome Doctor. It wasn’t long until he finally asked her out. She did ask that they kept it on the down low for professional reasons. Spencer was more than okay with keeping their relationship private, as long as he was with her, he was happy regardless. 

“What time are we meeting up?” JJ asked. 

“I believe Hotch said 8:30.″ Emily said whilst stretching her arms out. 

Y/N’s phone beeped. A text from Spencer came through as she unlocked the device. It read: 

Spence 💕: How about we make tonight a little interesting yeah?

Y/N smirked as she replied. 

And how shall we do that, my love?

Her phone went off again.

Spence 💕: If you win, I will make dinner for a month. Now if I win, you have to let me taste you whenever I so desire. Daddy’s been a little hungry lately ;) 

Y/N blushed and glanced at the Doctor sitting next to her. His lips held a smirk as his eyes stayed put on the phone screen. She bit her lip as she began typing, making sure no one else could see the messages being sent. 

Oh you are so on Reid. I’ll warn you, I am a master bowler. I hope you like spaghetti :p 

Spence 💕: I’d make sure your lungs are set too darling, daddy is going to have you screaming tonight ;p ;) 

Y/N clenched her thighs together with anticipation as the plane landed. Once the aircraft came to a complete halt, the team exited and began to head into the FBI headquarters in Quantico. They entered the Bullpen and headed to their separate desks to file reports on the case. Derek plopped next to Y/N. 

“You ready to kick some pretty boy ass tonight?” He chuckled

“You know it! He’s got no idea what’s coming to him.” Y/N said, submitting her reports to Hotch. 

Hotch chuckled at the playful banter. As soon as the team turned in their reports, they all made their ways home to get ready for bowling night. When they got home, Spencer pinned Y/N to the door and slammed his lips into hers.

She had gotten used to this behavior since he got out of prison. He was a completely different man. The first few weeks were hard, with his over excitement to be home and the horrific memories that followed him as he left, Spencer barely slept. He’d have nightmares of what pain he endured. His quiet sobs and sniffles would wake Y/N, having her comfort him back to sleep with cooes and sweet kisses. Spencer eventually went back to normal in a different sense. He still spewed out interesting facts here and there but there wasn’t as many. He smiled again, but it was never for long.

The sex was different as well. Before he was arrested, Spencer was gentle and delicate when they made love. These days, he was rough and almost animalistic. Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest. It was an adjustment to say the least. She wasn’t sure if it was the lack of sexual contact or the fact that he just missed her that caused the sudden change in their sexual relationship, however she went along knowing that they both needed it.

His lips moved down to her neck. Their breathing becoming erratic as she tangled her fingers in his growing locks. Spencer started biting and sucking around her collar bone, leaving love marks around her neck. Y/N moaned softly in his ear, sending Spencer into a frenzy.

“You like that darling?” He whispered, dragging his hands down her body.

“Yes daddy.” Y/N moaned.

He quickly moved away from her and walked into the bedroom. Y/N was left dumbfounded and extremely aroused. She followed him to their shared bedroom to see what his antics were leading towards, only to find Spencer in a yellow and black bowling shirt and his gold framed glasses. 

“You should be getting ready, Y/N. We have to be somewhere soon.” Spencer said as he smirked. 

Y/N sighed and began taking her work clothes off. Spencer watched as the love of his life stripped away her shirt and slacks, leaving her in a Calvin Klein thong and black lace bra. His stride carried him over to her as she turned around. Y/N crashed her lips into Spencer’s. He carried her to the bed and plopped her down, scooting her closer to the headboard. Y/N clung onto Spencer’s neck as he returned his lips to her’s. She could feel the growing bulge in his jeans when she brought her hand to his pelvis. Spencer groaned at the newfound contact and began to grind on Y/N. 

Spencer’s phone rang and Y/N almost yelled at the little device. He chuckled and answered the phone while he brought his hand to her folds. Y/N gasped as Spencer played with her entrance. She moaned at the new feeling of his fingers slowly slipping inside of her. Spencer smirked as he pumped in and out of her dripping pussy. 

“Hey Morgan. Yeah we’ll be on our way soon. Yeah, no, we’re okay. Just have some things to take care of. Alright, we’ll see you all there.” Spencer hung up and placed the phone on the night stand. 

He stood in his place and smirked at Y/N. The sight was beautiful. Y/N was laid out on their shared bed, her legs spread wide with his slender fingers still working their magic in her. She had her back slightly arched as she moaned and panted softly at the contact that the doctor was giving her. He thought she looked so pretty in this state, so vulnerable to his touch. 

“Get ready, Princess. Everyone is waiting for us.” Spencer whispered.

Y/N groaned as she tried grinding her hips against his fingers, but to her demise, his fingers exited her core, leaving her with an empty feeling. She got up and began to get dressed, not looking at Spencer the entire time. 

She had a love/hate relationship with Spencer’s teasing. During their normal escapades, Y/N loved the teasing. She raveled in it. However, times like this are when she just wants to have her insides turned to mush by the man standing next to her. 

Spencer chuckled and went into the kitchen. Once Y/N was ready, she made her way into the living room to grab her purse. As she passed Spencer to leave the apartment, Spencer slapped Y/N’s ass. She gasped at the action and turned to face him, but Spencer had her pinned to the wall in mere seconds. Y/N was taken aback by him doing this but she wasn’t the slightest bit upset with it. The aching between her legs yearned for Spencer. She pushed her pelvis against his and Spencer groaned. 

“Wanna make tonight even more interesting?” He asked, ghosting his lips on the shell of her ear. 

“How do you propose we do so my love?” Y/N panted. 

“I get to tease you all throughout the night. No questions asked. You listen to everything I say as well. Remember, just because we are on opposing teams doesn’t mean you have the free reign to do whatever. I’m still in charge.” Spencer says darkly. 

Y/N clenched her thighs together and simply nodded. Spencer smirked and released her, walking over to the elevator. Y/N fixed her outfit and skipped over to her boyfriend. 

Once they exited the elevator and hopped in the car, Y/N’s phone went off. Emily was giving her a call from the bowling alley. 

“Hey Em!” She answered. 

“Hey! Where are you guys? We’re all here and drinks have already been poured. Not to mention all the smack talk from Morgan and JJ.” Emily chuckled. 

“We should be there soon. Got caught up in something but it shouldn’t be much longer.” Y/N said as Spencer rubbed her leg. 

She could feel Emily’s smirk through the phone as she wish them safe travels and hung up the phone. Spencer pulled into the parking lot and shut the car off. Y/N went to open the door before Spencer pulled her into a very passionate kiss. 

It was the kinds of kisses that you give after not seeing someone for a long time. The kisses that the two shared the day Spencer came home from prison. The fireworks between the two were clear as day. With every movement of their lips, the couple felt flames between them. Spencer pulled away and looked at Y/N. He smiled and pecked her lips gently. All Y/N could do was smile. 

The two exited the car and walked into the bowling alley hand in hand. The rest of the team had already started the game. They cheered when they saw Spencer and Y/N show up. The two gathered their shoes and bowling balls and jumped right on in. 

About half way through the first game, Spencer started to get antsy due to his team’s losing streak. Spencer has never lost a game before so his tension was almost justifiable. He thought this would be the perfect opportunity to play with Y/N a little. She had glanced up to smile at Spencer, only to see him slipping the two fingers he had inside her only an hour and a half prior into his mouth. 

The sight was a beautiful one to say the least. The dampness between her thighs came back as she crossed her legs. Y/N looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to their sexual build up game and thankfully no one was. Spencer licked his fingers again, nodding to the bathroom. Y/N excused herself from the game and headed to the family restroom at the back of the bowling alley. Spencer followed her a few minutes afterwards to look less suspicious.  

A knock came from the door and Y/N opened to find Spencer waiting with his hands in his pockets. The two looked around to make sure no one saw them as Spencer entered the bathroom. 

As soon as they closed the door, Spencer pinned Y/N to the door and slammed his lips to hers. She kissed back with just as much passion, tangling her fingers through his long, curly hair. He moves to her neck with ease and brings one hand to her waist while the other slowly wraps around the base of her neck. Spencer applied a bit of pressure to her airway causing Y/N to slightly choke. This only boosted her arousal. Y/N began grinding her hips against Spencer’s as he made his way down her neck and onto her chest, unbuttoning her blouse as he went. Y/N slipped her shirt off and threw it on the floor. 

Spencer chuckled. 

“Eagar,  aren’t we baby?” He smirked, rubbing his hands up her body. 

Y/N let out a breathy chuckle as she watched him slowly undo her jeans. He looked up through his lashes as he pulled her pants down to be met with his favorite black lace thong. Spencer bit his lip and ran his fingers over the delicate fabric covering where Y/N wanted him most. Y/N moaned as he swept over her dripping core. Spencer moved the thong over and entered the two fingers he was sucking on into her heat, moving them slowly. 

Y/N arched her back and moaned softly. Spencer continued fingering her sweet pussy until he felt her clench around her fingers, signaling her upcoming climax. He stopped all movements and pulled his fingers out of her. Y/N looked down at her boyfriend with hungry eyes. He slowly kissed up her body until he reached her lips. She began to unbutton Spencer’s jeans and pull them down. Spencer pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free and slapping his tummy. 

Y/N never got tired seeing Spencer’s cock. 

She slowly dropped to her knees and kissed the tip gently, causing Spencer to gasp. Y/N took him in her mouth, starting with the tip and making her way down with slow, deep strokes. Spencer groaned quietly. He watched as she took him in so well. 

“God Princess. You’re such a good girl.” Spencer panted.

Y/N hummed and took him deeper in her mouth. Spencer moaned and pulled her mouth off of him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, slipping on him quickly then moved Y/N over to the sink and bent her over, lining his hard cock to her entrance. Y/N watched Spencer through the mirror as he slowly pushed into her, moans falling out of her mouth as he stretched her out. Spencer groaned and he moved farther in. Her walls clenched around him so sweetly, he felt as though he was going to burst any minute. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” Spencer moaned. 

Y/N moaned as Spencer began to move his hips. 

The feeling of his dick inside her was something Y/N loved more than anything when they had sex. The feeling of being filled up by him was more intimate and hot to her than any form of foreplay. She craved this feeling when he was in prison and the toys that he had bought her didn’t compare to Spencer. 

“Daddy, I need more.” Y/N whimpered, encouraging him to go faster. 

Spencer caught on and fastened the pace of his thrusts. Y/N could feel him in her stomach as she moaned his name. Spencer covered her mouth, trying to keep her from quiet so they didn’t get caught. He slammed himself into her more, groaning with every deep stroke. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, his thrusts soon became sloppy. Y/N wasn’t far from her climax either. 

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” Y/N mewled, feeling Spencer move his hand to her clit. 

Spencer began to rub her little button and Y/N nearly lost it. She was a panting, moaning mess. Her orgasm came quicker than expected as she clenched around Spencer’s cock, causing him to moan and cum right into the condom. As they both rode off their highs, Y/N panted heavily, resting her eyes. Spencer pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. The two got dressed and washed up before looking up at one another. 

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.” Spencer said randomly. 

Y/N smiled brightly. 

“I love you too Spence.” She answered, pulling the lanky man into a hug. 

They sat in that position for a minute. Nothing ruining the moment of love they shared. Y/N’s heart filled with so much love in times like this. It’s little gestures that make her realize how much Spencer really means to her. His feelings weren’t far off either. 

Ever since Y/N started at the BAU, Spencer had been infatuated with her. He almost immediately wanted to get to know her. He wanted to know how she liked her coffee (not so light, very sweet), what her favorite book was, where she grew up. He wanted to know every little detail about her. His infatuation grew when he saw a book with poems and short stories from Edgar Allan Poe. Thus began the sprouting of their relationship. 

Spencer kissed Y/N sweetly before he sent her back to the rest of the team. He soon followed out and joined the game. By the end of the night, it was a tie and everyone laughed and had a wonderful time together. 

When Spencer and Y/N arrived home, the changed and snuggled into bed together. Spencer played with Y/N’s hair as they talked about the little things. 

“Did you ever think we’d get to this point?” Y/N asked. 

“What do you mean baby?” Spencer answered. 

“You know.. just being together and being as happy as we are? I honestly thought that after my last relationship I couldn’t be as happy as I am. Then I met you and my life was changed for the better.” Y/N smiled as she looked up to him. 

Spencer smiled and kissed Y/N for what felt like the a millionth time that night. He wrapped his arms around her waist and puller her to where she was laid on top of him. Her giggles filled the room and Spencer felt as though he couldn’t love her more. He studied her face before speaking again, taking in every detail that made up the love of his life. 

“Y/N, you have gotten me through so much. I don’t know what my life would be like without you in it. I love you.” Spencer whispered. 

Y/N smiled and pecked his lips, snuggling into his chest, sleep consuming her.

“I love you more, Spencer.” 

[braiawrites]

Lost & Found

Summary: Admittedly, taking in a strange stray cat is not the brightest idea one might have when one lives in a world of faeries and magic and mythical creatures straight out of old wives’ tales. But no one told this to Jude Duarte, and so taking in that cat is exactly what she does... || From this prompt by @newblood-freya

Genre: Soft, Feel Good Fic

Words: 1862

Rating: sfw

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CHAPTER TWO

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Admittedly, taking in a strange stray cat was not the brightest idea one might have had when one lived in a world of faeries and magic and mythical creatures straight out of old wives’ tales. 

But it had been cold and rain had been pouring down in sheets, and the poor scrap of a cat had been huddled in a pathetic little ball among the trees of the Milkwoods, its pelt growing soggy in the onslaught. 

And if that weren’t pitiful enough, dawn had been creeping ever closer, and—while darkness was dangerous in the human world—nighttime in Faerie was quiet and as generally peaceful as it could get in a land where a wrong turn might spell death-by-endless-dancing. Yes, in Faerie, the darkness meant safety, whilst daylight brought dangers from stories untold. 

Consequently, when Jude had stumbled across the sopping black cat—literally, tripped over the thing, as it had lain in the dimming shadows—she had made the somewhat-horrible decision to have mercy on it. She was, regrettably, only human, after all.

“You look as lost as I feel,” she had admitted, crouched before the little creature, hand outstretched. It was staring at her with dark amber eyes, crouched low amongst the wet grass.

“Come now,” she coaxed. “I won’t harm you, little one.”

The animal had sidled up to her, somehow managing to seem hesitant and haughty all at once, and she had scooped it up and held it to her chest, wrapping her coat around its shivering body. 

She ran the rest of the way home.

~ ~ ~

Jude wasn’t entirely sure how Madoc would react to her bringing a cat into his house—she had a vague fear that he might view it as a meal, and a brief image of the lizardlike guard who had taken the tip of her finger for a snack flashed through her mind. 

She couldn’t leave the poor thing in the stables, lest the stablehands find it and kick it out, or one of the larger, carnivorous mounts decide to gobble it up, and so she slipped in through a servant’s door, pausing for a moment beneath the light of a torch set into the wall to peek into the folds of her jacket at the warm, wet cat huddled against her chest. 

“Alright in there?” she asked it, and smiled as the glowing amber eyes blinked back. 

Carrying her boots so as not to track mud through the halls, Jude tiptoed up the stairs to her room. She ducked into a guest room once, when she heard voices down the hall, but most of the manor was asleep by this time. 

As she snuck through the corridors, she felt, for a moment, like a normal human girl in a normal human world, perhaps creeping in late from a party.

“Sometimes,” Jude breathed, turning in to her room and closing her door behind her, “it’s nice to just pretend, don’t you agree?” 

The cat mewed, its little voice creaky.

“Exactly. You get it.” She plunked the creature on her bed as she stripped her coat off and slung it over a chair. The cat jumped down. It had left a little wet patch on her blankets.

“You poor thing,” she exclaimed, “you're soaking!” 

Grabbing a towel from the bottom of her wardrobe, Jude sat on the floor and pulled the cat into her lap. It sat patiently as she rubbed at its ears and shoulders, running the towel over its long, thin body. It closed its eyes as she patted at its soft cheeks.

“Cats are funny, you know,” she remarked to it. It opened its amber eyes at the sound of her voice, looking up to meet her gaze. 

“So delicate,” she scratched the animal on it's fine jaw bone with a single finger, “and yet, if you were to fall out my window, you could walk away perfectly fine.” 

The cat gave what Jude could only interpret as an indignant squawk and dug its claws into the damp fabric of her leggings. 

“I'm not going to throw you out my window,” she laughed, stroking its soft head. “Don’t you worry your pretty little kitty mind.”

They sat quietly for a few moments, the only sounds Jude’s breathing and the cat’s rumbling purr as she stroked its drying pelt, until Jude began to shiver in her damp tunic.

The cat meowed, climbing off her lap and kneading its paws on her leg until she went to grab a dry nightgown, and then turning its back to her as she peeled her wet tunic over her head. 

What a strange cat, she thought as she shimmied out of her leggings. She smiled. They were already covered in cat hair. 

~ ~ ~

Being a human among faeries, Jude had to fight for each moment she spent on the Isles of Elfhame. She had long ago learned that knowledge, while dangerous, was also powerful, and she had made it a priority to know what she could about the goings on of the Faerie court. 

So, naturally, when the palace messenger had arrived with urgent news, Jude had taken it upon herself to learn what he knew. He’d refused to divulge anything to anyone except the General himself, and so Jude found herself crouching outside Madoc’s office, her ear pressed to the door as the messenger began to speak.

“What do you mean the prince is missing?” Madoc rumbled. His voice carried a level of concern that Jude could not believe was entirely sincere. 

“His Highness Prince Cardan has not been seen nor heard from in three days,” the messenger boy repeated. “High King Eldred wishes you to conduct a search.” 

Despite herself, Jude found she held a modicum of respect for the boy; she would have snapped something smart at Madoc’s senseless question, and probably would have received a threat in return.

She held her breath, listening for the Redcap’s next words.

“Where was he last seen?” Madoc sighed. “Or who spoke with him last? Do you have any useful information for me?”

“Only that he was last seen with a pixie girl during the Full Moon Revel four nights prior to this. The girl has been detained but she hasn’t spoken.”

Jude’s chest tightened at the thought of the insolent prince wandering off with some pixie. The girl had probably been tortured for information, although if it were up to her, Jude would have provided ample compensation to the girl for having spent any time alone with Cardan. 

Against all conscious efforts, the thought of the prince’s long, slender fingers sliding up her skin crept into her mind, accompanied by a picture of his face—his cruel mouth and his dark eyes—jeering down at her. Her stomach lurched and she wrestled the nauseating images from her mind.

Madoc’s armour clinked as he marched toward his door. 

Jude spun on her heel and ran. 

~ ~ ~

“Kitty, I’m back,” Jude called into the empty darkness of her room. She tried to pitch her voice softly, but her nerves were still frayed from the messenger’s news.

The cat slunk out from under her bed, a living shadow with bright eyes, and watched intently as she set two small bowls down for him against the wall. 

After dashing away from her foster father’s office, Jude had stopped by the kitchen to find some water and scraps of meat for her furry visitor. 

By the time she’d made it back to the relative safety of her room, the faerie boy had already left, as had Madoc. If he had caught any sign of her presence outside his door, he had either deemed it irrelevant or had decided he would deal with her later.

The cat mewed, stretching up to hook his claws into her leggings. He had devoured the meal. 

“Someone was hungry.” Jude gave a small laugh and scooped the feline up. During the few days he’d been with her, she’d discovered that she quite enjoyed his company. He was a friend she could confide in without worrying her secrets would get out, and more than that, he was a presence she could stand to be around.

Jude pulled off her boots and plopped cross legged onto her bed, cuddling the cat in her lap, stroking his silken fur. 

“Enjoyed dinner?” she asked him.

He said, “Mrrow,” and yawned in her face, showing off long, sharp fangs. 

“Oh, really? And how was your day?” she hummed, to which he grumbled in response. She liked to make idle conversation with the animal, as though she understood him.

“Well, my day was lovely, thank you for asking.” She thought for a moment. “But it was a bad kind of lovely. You know when you get a bruise and it hurts but you keep pressing on it because you like the pain? Like that, but opposite. Like the sun is making the clouds shimmer, and it’s beautiful, but those clouds are going to cause a flood. The sky is still lovely, but it’s the kind of lovely that hurts.”

The cat’s eyes were fixed on her, shining that bright amber as he stared in the way only cats could. It made her uncomfortable.

“No, I suppose I’m not making any sense, am I?” She pulled the cat onto her chest as she lay back, staring up into nothingness, and stroked his back. She pretended the deep rumble of his purr was the thunder of a summer storm, shaking the earth before bathing it in a warm rainfall.

“I’m worried,” she admitted at last, shattering the spell. “It’s been three nights since he’s been in class, and I wonder where he could have gotten to. Why he’s not coming—not that I care about him, specifically. I just like to keep an eye on what he does and the specific messes he decides to make.” 

The cat looked at her sidelong, his gleaming amber eyes pinning her with a look that she couldn’t quite place, although it was decidedly human. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” she scolded, although the cat, being a cat, did not heed her request.

She sighed. Outside her window, the sky began to lighten as dawn crept closer, the daytime sky stretching up to meet the stars through fog and wispy clouds. Her kitty snuggled into her, tucking his head beneath her chin.

“I wonder if maybe he’ll never come back,” she mused, watching as the first drops of rain tapped at the glass, sparkling in the lamplight. 

The cat purred, sounding as though he agreed, which Jude found unfathomably funny.

“I think you and I get along rather well,” she told him.

“Mrrmm,” the cat grumbled, patting at her face with soft paws. He turned his amber gaze on her and she smiled, scratching the cat behind his ear with one gentle finger. She felt warm and content, listening to his purr, feeling his small weight atop her chest as she breathed.

“Maybe,” she hummed, letting her eyes drift back to the rain outside, “we were meant to find each other.”

The cat’s rumbling purr echoed in the space of her room, and Jude felt like she was home.

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A/N: Alternatively titled Catboy Cardan 2021 but I somehow I felt like that didn't fit the vibes... Anywhomst—thank you, lovely human, for reading my self-indulgent Jude Gets A Cat fic! It had no plot and I did not proofread it, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!! If you have the time, I'd love if you reblogged and left a comment to let me know what you thought. Thank you again for reading, lovely, and I send my best wishes your way!

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[twicearoundthesun]

Mina waited patiently outside the preschool, trying to ignore the stares she was getting. That she always got. People weren’t exactly subtle.

No one had ever gotten the guts to walk up to her and ask. Or even just say hi. That was probably the most annoying part. They just stared and whispered to each other about her. About all of them.

But she had to give it to them. They were probably the most alternative family at the school. Six twenty-something year old college students taking care of three three-year-olds. There weren’t exactly picture books made with that in mind.

If they’d only had the balls to ask, she’d tell them. She really would. Nayeon had to take custody of her little sister, Chaeng, following a tragedy that occurred in her Junior year of college. Jeongyeon was the ever-loyal girlfriend completely up for the casual task of raising a child, and hey, Mina, Sana, Jihyo, and Momo were along for the ride, too.

And between the six of them, they managed it. Moved out of school housing, got big-girl apartments and big-girl jobs, picked Chaeyoung up from preschool with her two best friends in the Whole Wide World and took them for ice cream on Fridays, dropped the two extra kiddos off at their foster home before family dinners with six Unnies and one little Chaeng.

Until they started noticing little details about Dahyun and Tzuyu that were… off. Explanations that didn’t really add up, misplaced fear when they got in trouble for something minor. Finally, Jihyo had been bold enough to barge into the foster home when she was dropping them off one day to find the house completely unacceptable. They got the foster home shut down in under twenty-four hours. Mina shuddered at the memory.

And then they had three babies to take care of.

She shifted her weight uncomfortably under the looks she could feel she was getting.

“MINA UNNIE!”

But she couldn’t help the big smile that broke out on her face.

The three of them were running full speed, their teacher chastising them from behind. Chaeyoung reached her first and she picked her up, putting her on her hip and happily greeting the other two.

“Girls!” The teacher yelled.

“I’m sorry, Miss…”

“Mina-‘nie here Miss Choi!” Dahyun’s excited little lisp touched her heart.

“I see that, Dahyun, Mina unnie is here.” The teacher emphasized the word the girl missed. “But that doesn’t mean you can run. You still have to follow the rules. What did we say about taking a nice calm deep breath when everything is too exciting?”

Dahyun pouted, hiding behind Mina’s leg. Mina smiled and put a hand on her back.

“ ’M sorry… ‘M so happy…”

“I’m happy to see you too, Dahyunnie. I’m sorry, Mrs. Choi, we’ll do better next time. Won’t we, girls?”

A chorus of ‘yeah’s and ‘sorry’s rang out. The teacher smiled and thanked them, and wished them a good night.

“Mina unnie! Why are you here?!” Chaeyoung beamed, hugging her again. Mina returned the hug and put her down, crouching to their level.

“I wanted to come surprise you!” Mina slipped her hand into Tzuyu’s and squeezed. “Did you have a fun time at school today, Tzu?”

Tzuyu just smiled and nodded. She was a kid of very few words, which was alright – Dahyun and Chaeyoung talked enough for the three of them. Dahyun took her other hand, and the four of them walked towards the van. She got them all buckled in their carseats and headed home.

Chaeyoung told her all about the kid name Chan who threw up in class today. Out of the three of them, Chaeyoung had the best command of language and it often led to some very rambley stories. Mina tried not to chuckle at the dramatic retelling, since Tzuyu seemed very concerned for him. Dahyun told her a little about finger painting, and Tzuyu even told her a bit about the fire department dog she got to pet at the assembly. She nodded along to all of it, warmth in her heart.

“Very cool, girls. Lets get upstairs and see if your Unnies are home yet.” She pulled into the garage under the apartment building.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon would both be in class for another few hours yet, so she didn’t take them back to their apartment. But Mina figured someone would be in the apartment she shared with Jihyo, Sana, and Momo, since they’d arranged their class schedules to have Fridays off. Sure enough, she opened the door to find Jihyo in the kitchen, already cutting up strawberries into kid-sized bites.

“Jihyo unnie!!”

“Hi girls!” She wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and squatted down as the three ran to her for hugs. “Did you have a good day at pre-school today?”

“Yes! Bang Chan threw up!”

Jihyo met eyes with Mina and tried not to laugh.

“Alright! Sounds like we have to wash our hands really good today. We don’t want Bang Chan’s germs. Come on, Dahyunnie, you first.” She lifted them one by one and held them at the sink long enough for them to scrub their hands clean with warm water to the tune of Jihyo’s hand-washing song. Mina chuckled and started to unpack their shared bag and put their shoes away.

She was digging through a small dirty clothes bag – apparently Dahyun had decided to wear her lunch today rather than eat it – when she felt a little tug on the side of her shirt. Tzuyu stood with puppy dog eyes, hands fidgeting at her sides.

“Hey, little one.” She brushed her hair back. “Everything okay?”

Tzuyu glanced down at the bag, tears in her eyes. “Is Chip there? I think… left him…”

Mina reached down into the backpack and quickly pulled out a little stuffed puppy. “Yes he is! And he told me he missed you.”

Tzuyu nodded and held the toy dog to her chest, looking into his eyes very seriously. “I won’t leave you again, Mr. Potato Chip.” She whispered. The kid was spending way too much time with Nayeon, with all these dramatics.

“I think he forgives you, Tzu.”

Tzuyu nodded, wiping her eyes and turning back to join the other two. Jihyo smiled at her and handed her a bowl. Mina watched her plop down on the floor next to Dahyun, eat a strawberry, and then wipe her hands absentmindedly on the stuffed dog. She sighed, tossing Dahyun’s clothes in the laundry closet, and went to join Jihyo in the kitchen.

“Stopped by the farmer’s market after work. Pasta for dinner. I also bought…” Jihyo dug around a big brown paper bag full of fresh veggies, pulling out a little pastry box. “These.”

“Oooh, Is that from the pop-up bake shop?”

“Shh!” Jihyo shot a glance at the little ones, but they hadn’t heard. “You don’t want to have to share, do you?” she laughed.

Mina covered her mouth, giggling. Jihyo fished out a caramel almond cookie and handed her half.

“What’sth that, Unnie?”

“Vegetables!” Mina grabbed a pepper from the bag, holding it up and hiding the cookie behind her back.

“Gross.” And they went back to playing. Jihyo and Mina laughed.

[too-kinky-to-live]

buffet

yes i know i teased this fic months ago but i finally got it finished! this is a pregame oum.asai fic (feat. mutual stuffing owo) 

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32253592

(based off a real experience i had in japan .3.)

Going out to a fancy restaurant was never a luxury Kokichi had.

Going to a standard sushi bar, however, was just barely within his reach. His new Danganronpa buddy, Shuichi Saihara, had invited him to dinner after watching the new episode. Shuichi was far better off than himself, so of course it would be no trouble treating Kokichi to a simple meal. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind paying for me? I’ll try not to order too much if that’ll help…” the smaller one mumbled, not meeting the other’s eyes. 

Shuichi gently put a hand on Kokichi’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We’re just here to enjoy ourselves, and celebrate another great episode of the best show on television!” The purple haired boy gave a sheepish smile as the two walked into the restaurant and took their seats. A myriad of images flashed onto the screen on the wall next to their booth, showcasing the delicacies available to them. Such a variety was new to Kokichi, to the point where it felt overwhelming. Meanwhile, Shuichi wasted no time in selecting numerous plates of sushi. 

Truthfully, there was another reason Kokichi wanted to come. There was something special about watching Shuichi eat - the glimmer in his eyes and genuine smile when he bit into his favorite foods. His calmness was contagious and made the normally anxious Kokichi feel at peace with him. (And, well… it was nice for Shuichi to focus on something other than Danganronpa, for once.)

It didn’t take long for the sushi plates to slide along the wall’s conveyor belt, accompanied with a cheery chime. Five small plates containing two sushi pieces each were grabbed hastily by Shuichi and placed before him. Faster than Kokichi’s eyes could keep up, a piece of tuna sushi was popped into the blue haired boy’s mouth. Shuichi grinned and chewed a bit, before giving a hearty gulp. 

“Aren’t you gonna order something?”

Kokichi was snapped out of his stupor by the sudden question. “Y-Yeah, I’m still deciding.” Although that was easier said than done, considering his picky nature and the unknown options displayed. Settling for a couple plates of salmon sushi and a can of Panta, he placed his order and tried his best not to stare at Shuichi, who effortlessly wolfed down four of the five plates in front of him. The taller boy’s appetite never failed to amaze him. It was… cute. 

And there it was. It was getting harder for Kokichi to conceal his odd crush on Shuichi, given the circumstances. Watching someone eat so much wasn’t supposed to be cute, was it? He should be disgusted at the other’s brazen disregard for manners, but such an emotion just didn’t exist in this moment. It was mesmerizing, in a way. Just as Kokichi’s order was arriving, Shuichi casually ordered another 3 plates of varying sushi. 

“You okay, ‘Kichi? Your face is red,” he asked, taking a swig of water. 

The smaller boy hurriedly rubbed his cheeks in a futile attempt to cover his blush. “It’s just hot in here, that’s all.” Shuichi said nothing in response, but he could have sworn he saw a smirk on his face. 

Shuichi was on to him, wasn’t he?

Kokichi grabbed his plates and drink and stuffed a piece of sushi in his mouth. He was caught off guard with how fresh it tasted. He was so used to measly cafeteria food, he couldn’t help but smile. No wonder Shuichi was fixated on this stuff. By the time Kokichi finished his first plate, his friend had already cleaned his three new plates. The smaller boy’s mouth was slightly agape as he watched him lean forward to order a small bowl of ramen. Shuichi plopped back in his seat with a satisfied smile, resting his hands on his stomach. 

Kokichi couldn’t help but feel bad about his pace. Maybe he wouldn’t be so scrawny if he ate like his friend. With this new resolve, he shoved the rest of the food in his mouth and took a gulp of soda. Shuichi’s bowl had arrived just then, with the taller boy taking it off the conveyor belt. 

“There’s no need to rush,” he laughed softly. “Your food isn't going anywhere.” 

Kokichi looked up with a smirk. “Same to you, Shu.” 

Shuichi shrugged, but bounced back after a slurp of his noodles. “Dude, you gotta try this!” Kokichi foolishly expected his friend to let him try his, but Shuichi was already scarfing down the bowl. He chuckled quietly before ordering a bowl of his own. The smaller boy was comfortably full, but who was he to deny indulging his best friend? Surely he could handle a small helping of ramen. 

The taller boy went on to order a few more plates along with some side dishes while babbling on about the new episode. Kokichi listened intently as he ate the delicious ramen, finishing his drink straight after. By the time he finished, though, he felt a tightness at his belt. As discreetly as he could, he went to unbutton his pants. He was relatively shocked to see a small lump formed under his uniform. It was such a strange yet warm feeling. Placing his hands on his newly formed belly, he rubbed at it a little. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Shuichi lean in slightly. “Hey ‘Kichi, you want dessert?” 

The smaller boy looked up and blinked. “You’re still hungry?” Just how big was his crush’s stomach capacity? 

“Sorta, but I want to share it with you. You’ve still got room, right?” he asked. 

Kokichi looked down at his stomach, as if he could feel it voicing complaints about the prospect of more food. He did see a delectable-looking slice of strawberry cake on the menu, and he knew he’d regret passing it up. Of course, he also didn’t want to disappoint Shuichi. That was far more important in his eyes. 

“I think I’ll manage,” he replied with a cheeky grin. 

Minutes later, and the cake slice arrived. Despite his fullness, Kokichi felt a bit of drool form around his mouth as he took in the sight before him. A slight strawberry drizzle coated the top with a zigzag design, with a large strawberry sitting atop the back. The filling consisted of vanilla and more strawberries with a rich, creamy icing. Shuichi used his fork to slice it in half, giving the larger portion to Kokichi. Having a dessert like this would be a piece of cake, literally. 

...Or so he thought, until the last bit of strawberry sat on the plate in a taunting manner. His tummy definitely wasn’t happy with him at this point, but he was too far in to give up now. Slowly, Kokichi lifted the piece and brought it to his mouth, easing it in. The strawberry went down with a hard swallow, causing the smaller boy to lean back with a light moan. His fingers curled around the now-open seams of his uniform, feeling the shirt underneath. Kokichi's body was practically begging for a nap, and all the warm food inside him felt heavenly. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so at peace; but that peace was quickly interrupted by excess air rising up his throat. He quickly moved a hand up to his mouth to stifle a small burp before closing his eyes and leaning back once again. 

He peeked an eye open to see Shuichi’s twelve clean plates stacked neatly to the side along with his empty bowl and water glass. The taller boy was also panting a bit, seemingly fiddling with his own pants button. 

“Guess we’re both *urp* done, huh?” Shuichi asked tiredly. Kokichi could only nod in response. 

After a few minutes of struggling to stand, Shuichi paid the bill and the two headed out into the cool, quiet evening. The smaller boy finally got a good look of the damage on his crush, and… wow. Shuichi almost looked pregnant with how much he packed into himself. Kokichi’s belly looked so small by comparison, it made him look like he was exaggerating. He had never eaten so much in his life, he felt as though he would pop at any moment. 

Shuichi, however, seemed to be taking it in stride. “Man, that hit the spot! Guess watching Danganronpa really works up my appetite,” he sighed, giving his soccer ball belly a firm pat. Giving a brief look at his stomach, he suddenly looked at Kokichi with regret. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this, I probably looked like a pig…” 

Kokichi shook his head. “Not at all! You’re not gross. I, um, liked it a lot,” he blushed. For once, Shuichi returned the blush. “That’s a relief. I gotta confess something too, though.” 

The smaller boy looked at him curiously. “I wanted you to have a lot because you look so frail… I’m really worried about your health." He looked away, putting a hand behind his head sheepishly. "Er, sorry, that sounded rude didn’t it? I didn’t mean it like th-” 

“It’s okay, Shuichi. Thank you,” Kokichi gave a gentle smile, placing a hand on the taller boy’s warm stomach. “I’d love to go out with you again sometime.” 

Shuichi gave a large smirk. “So it’s a date, then?” 

Against all odds, Kokichi’s face became even more red. The blue haired boy merely laughed, bending down slightly to give a peck on Kokichi’s cheek. 

“See you after school tomorrow, ‘Kichi.”