#everytime we hang out during christmas he just wants to be back home to hang out with his brother and sister which is fine but also like we

[draemers]

why do i have to compete with my boyfriend’s siblings to. see him over the holidays

[smoooothoperator]

untouchable

01: It's Begining To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: lando being cute. nothing serious yet.

a/n: MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE! I think it was the perfect time to post this story since it's actually based on this time of the year. I hope everyone had a great year and that the one about to come is better.

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Winter. Most people love that season. Snow, shiny streets decorated with lights, hot chocolate, families reunited to decorate the house, cozy clothes… And what couples love: cuddling without melting because of the high temperatures the summer brings, holding hands, sleeping together.

Sounds cute, amazing, beautiful.

Unless you are single.

When you are single, you won't have someone to give you body heat, or to get your hand warm while you walk on the street. Instead of that, you have to wear gloves, scarfs and warm clothes.

I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to be in this situation, wishing I was her. Everytime they got cozy on the couch, I wished it was me who he was holding. Everytime they walked in front of me, I wish it was my hand the one he's holding and keeping warm in the pocket of his coat.

But sadly, I have a crush on my best friend's boyfriend. It wasn't on purpose. Harry and I started college the same year and both of us were in the same classes, sharing tables and after the first months studying, sharing a group of friends. We were the link of our group, the ones that introduced our friends to the others.

And that's how Eloise met Harry.

Eloise was my childhood best friend, my neighbor, my forever supporter on everything I did, the one that was always behind me with a hand on my back and pushing me to follow my dreams.

Except that one time. But it wasn't her fault.

I knew she liked Harry and he liked Eloise. The moment they met for the first time, I felt how something changed, I felt how Harry couldn't stop looking at her, how his smile was bigger whenever he heard her talk or laugh.

That's why I had to take a step back and let them be happy together, even if it meant that I had to swallow my own feelings and watch how they fell in love with each other.

The winter vacations were getting closer and with that the plans of shopping gifts and decorations started. The last class before the vacations officially started was longer that it looked, time flew very slow and all of us were counting down the seconds to grab our things and leave the campus.

“Do you have something planned with your family?” Harry asked me, talking low.

“No, actually “ I sighed. “I won't go home for Christmas Eve. Eloise asked me to go to the trip you planned”

“Oh, right” he nodded. “The guys will go too”

“Yeah, she told me” I nodded. “Who will go, by the way?”

“Well… Max and Pietra, Lando…” he started to count, making me him and pay attention to the teacher again.

Or at least, look like I was paying attention.

Harry's group of friends is everything but normal. Max and Lando were always there, his childhood friends that met during his short period of kart racing when they were just seven years. While Harry decided to focus on his studies and start a career to follow the steps of his father, Max and Lando continued with their passion for motorsport, but only Lando could make it to the final level, to Formula 1.

“Lando? The season is already finished?” I asked, typing some things on my laptop.

“Yeah, it did some weeks ago” he nodded.

“Ah, nice”

Lando Norris. I rarely talked with him. Every time our group hangs out, he's always with Max and Pietra. What we say to the other is the basic two people from the same group can say. Sure, we texted to congratulate our own personal wins and our birthdays, or even to give details whenever he invited us to some races so each one of us could have their own paddock pass.

“When are we leaving?” I asked. “I have to make my suitcase”

“Then do it when you arrive home because we are leaving in two days” he chuckled, making me frown.

“Oh, okay” I nodded.

In two days. And my birthday will be in the middle of the trip?

When the teacher ended the class I packed my backpack, putting the laptop inside of it as well as my notebook. I saw Harry looking at his phone with a smile and I immediately knew he was texting Eloise.

“I'll send you the details, okay? Lando took care of the plane” Harry said, and I just hummed in response.

I hung the backpack on my left shoulder and walked out, grabbing my phone and getting out of the classroom.

Everyone ran through the corridors, excited to finally leave the classes and have free days for some weeks before going back to bury their noses on the books to study again.

The streets are cold, freaking cold. With only two minutes out of the building, my nose is as cold as an ice cube and the need of wrapping the scarf around my throat makes me smile, feeling the warm material caressing the skin of my cheeks. Only a ten minutes walk and then I'll be at home, where I can change my clothes for cozy ones and drink a warm coffee while reading a book.

I was excited for the trip. It's been a long time since all of us went on a trip. Since Lando is always working around the globe, planning something for all of us was hard. Max and Pietra are always together, if one can go the other will join, they go as a pack unless Max has to do things with Lando's eSports team Quadrant. Harry and I have basically the same schedule, working on the last year of our master to finally have the title of our career.

The group chat was already working, sending messages to check if everything was ready, asking the last details for the trip.

Then I saw a text from another chat. Lando.

Lando Norris: You want to have a single room?

Violet Sinclair: Wow, thank you for reminding me how single I am.

Lando Norris: I wasn't saying it in that way!

Violet Sinclair: I know, silly. And yeah, that would be great 🙂

I sigh, rolling my eyes and leaving my phone on my nightstand while I changed my clothes.

Lando and I are the only ones that are single in the group. Which is kinda a relief, because I'm moments where the six of us hang out together, at least I know that I won't be alone watching how two couples are cozy in front of me.

The list of rooms reserved was shown on the screen in front of me. Two double rooms and two single rooms.

When Max mentioned that Violet was going to come on the trip after Eloise asked her, I immediately started to search for a place to stay for a week for all of us.

It was my turn to organize the trip, last summer it was Max who did it, even if not all of us went. But this time Violet was coming with us instead of staying with her family or in her apartment to study. At least, she won't be alone during her birthday.

Violet befriended Harry when they started college, and the moment he introduced her to Max and I, it was immediate love at first sight. The moment I saw her walk inside Harry's apartment and her golden hair held on a ponytail wave with every step she made closer to me, I fell hard for her.

But the moment I saw how she looked at Harry, I knew I had zero chances with her.

Even if her best friend dated Harry, she couldn't stop looking at him with adoration, a way sometimes I wished she could look at me.

I never liked being in a love triangle, it always brings trouble, more if it's inside a group of friends. But I couldn't help but feel that way.

“Mate, are you really going to be alone? You won't bring that girl from Raya?” Max asked, walking inside my streaming room and looking at the screen.

“For what? To make things more uncomfortable than they are already going to be with two couples?” I laughed, trying to lock my phone and making sure he doesn't see my chat with Violet.

“I mean, you are always complaining that you are single…” he sighed.

“I won't make Violet be uncomfortable too” I said, raising my shoulders and rolling my eyes.

“So it's because of her?” he smirked, making me roll my eyes and turn around the chair.

It's always because of her.

I made a profile on a dating app, because of her. I flirt with girls, because of her. I try to be at parties, because of her.

Because it is the least I can do to try to forget a woman that will never want me. And no matter how hard the effort is, my mind always crawls back at her.

So yeah, I do many stupid things because of her.

The last stupid thing was buying the book she talked about with Eloise during one of our game nights, sending it to her without a name of who sent it on the package. But at least, I knew she liked it and she was happy because she had it on the coffee table of her living room the day some of us went to her apartment to help her build a new library for her books.

“Harry, Eloise and Violet will take the plane in two days” I told Max. “We can go from here by train”

Max and Pietra came to Monaco a few days ago after I returned back to Monaco once the season was over. I wanted to rest, to forget about the speed and the cars. I needed to disconnect and I knew that spending time with my friends was what I needed the most.

“I'm going to buy some things” I said, getting up from the chair. “You need something?”

“If you buy dinner on your way home, that would be great” he nodded, walking out of the room and going to the guests room.

I sighed and nodded, grabbing a coat and the keys of one of my cars, driving to the mall of Monaco.

Violet's birthday will be during the trip, and I didn't want to go with my hands empty. A few days ago I saw something she would like, so I decided to buy it for her.

It was a necklace of a violet, the flower, and a book.

If there's something that can describe Violet is her passion for books. Her apartment is not big, it only has two rooms, a bathroom and an open kitchen that shares space with the living room. What is supposed to be a guest's room, is her library but with a bed on it. It's full of books, and it makes me proud to say that the books I secretly buy for her are between those shelves.

“Is this what you want?” the shop assistant said, showing me the necklace. “That girl must be lucky, this is a beautiful piece of jewelry. What a lucky girlfriend”

“Yeah…” I nodded.

If only the girlfriend part was true…

Going back home after buying some other things was exhausting. I had to buy clothes for the trip as well as dinner for Max, Pietra and me. But the fact that I had a bag with Violet's present just made me happy.

This would be the first time that I was going to be with her during her birthday, because over the last years she always went with her family to celebrate it with them.

Just when I got inside the elevator with the bags, my phone received a notification.

Violet💜: I forgot to ask, how many days are we going to stay there?

I smiled looking at the text, immediately answering her after leaving the bags on the floor.

Lando Norris: A week, I reserved a house for all of us.

Violet💜: you did? You reserved everything by yourself? How much I owe you?

Lando Norris: It's okay, it was my turn to plan the trip. Don't worry about the money

Violet💜: you sure?

Lando Norris: a hundred percent sure

“Who got you smiling like that?” Max asked when he saw me opening the door.

“What? No one!”

Lie after lie. Why can't I be honest with him? Why can't I say that I'm in love with Violet? Maybe it's because I prefer saving it to myself rather than someone having pity on me because I want someone that doesn't care about me, that wants another man.

I prefer living on my own fantasies and illusions than accepting the fact that Violet is untouchable and I will never have her.

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@elisysd @racinggirl @ninifee1802 @kakorrhaphiphobia @landoyesrizz @lorarri @bellwhysomean

[invisibleraven]

omg this new prompt list is SO GOOD.

I totally stopped at "exclaiming "because I love you," during an argument and then right under that prompt was rain kisses. So like TOGETHER! Fighting in the rain. Gah I needs it!

I'd love Juke but I know that's not your fav so Rukebox would be my second choice followed closely by maybe hmmm, Luke/Reggie. I feel like it's Luke or Julie doing the dramatic exclaiming and I'm not a fan of Rulie (sorry)

You ship what you want, and I'll ship what I want, it's all cool. Besides we can always agree on the best triad formation of Julie/Luke/Reggie, so no worries.

Reggie was good at pretending.

He pretended he had a loving family and supportive parents when it was the complete opposite. He pretended that his low grades that threatened to make him senior year didn't bother him. He pretended to be cool with the band doing Christmas every year when he went home to light his tiny menorah.

And most of all, he pretended he wasn't hopelessly in love with Luke and Julie.

He had gotten pretty good at it, even though his heart ached everytime he looked at them, saw them making heart eyes and singing love songs at one another. Even if they were perfect for one another, that didn't make his feelings fade any.

He missed sharing a mic or a notebook with Luke. Painting his nails or discussing country music with Julie. Sure they did still did those things, but it didn't feel the same-not with the spectre of their partner hanging over him. He felt like a third wheel, and that was a feeling he hated.

He would be fine if he could one, or both of them as his loves, but he didn't think there was any way forward with that. His luck wasn't that good.

Especially now, given the three of them were trapped in the studio waiting for a rain storm to pass so they could head to their respective homes. If the rain and wind wasn't so violent Reggie would have hopped on his bike, but he didn't want to risk wiping out so he stayed put.

"Yo Reg do you wanna help on the bridge for Electric Heart?" Luke asked.

"I think you both have it in hand," Reggie replied, but the smile on his face was strained, his eyes not as bright as they usually were.

"How about the melody to Untamed Rhapsody?" Julie suggested.

"I'm good," Reggie said, idly strumming his bass, not looking up to see their expressions.

"Why are you such a grouch today?" Luke snarked.

"Yeah, what happened to our sunshiney boy?" Julie asked.

It was the our that broke him-it stung so much to have it dangled in front of him by the very people he wanted to mean it.

"Maybe I don't wanna be sunshiney!" he shouted. "Maybe sometimes I'm a storm cloud, or a stiff breeze, or a fucking tornado. If you knew me, you'd know that!"

"Reggie..." Luke said, standing, and bringing Julie with him.

"No!" He exclaimed, scooting backwards. "I am so sick of pretending to be okay, and neither of you notice. None of you do. None of you even care!"

With that he stormed out, heedless of the rain, just marching off in the direction of Silver Lake, too mad to stop for his bike, or grab his jacket. He was too fuming mad to care about the raindrops dripping into his eyes, as he blinked them away with his tears. He could care less about his soaked clothes, all he cared about was getting away.

"Reggie!" Luke called, catching up, holding his arm fast.

"What?"

"How could you ever think we don't care about you?" he asked.

"We know when you put up a front Reggie," Julie said, pushing her water logged curls away from her face. "We figured when you were ready to talk to us, you would-we didn't want to push."

"How? Why?" Reggie asked.

"Because I love you!" Luke shouted. "We love you!"

"And before you argue or front, we don't mean as friends," Julie stated firmly. "We've both been in love with you since almost as long as we've been together, but we weren't sure how you felt."

"Then I saw your song...the one about a heart pulled in two directions. Then I knew," Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's such a good song Reg."

"It's nothing-" Reggie said, but was cut off as both Luke and Julie gathered him into their arms.

"Never doubt yourself," Julie admonished. "You are talented, and wonderful, and so so handsome."

"How could we not love you?" Luke asked, a faint laugh in his voice.

"I love you both too," Reggie broke down, though this time the tears were happy, relieved, and made even the rain feel like nothing.

Julie was the first to kiss a tear away, then Luke, making Reggie giggle as they pecked each of his freckles, the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, the hinge of his jaw.

But he was the one who gripped Luke's face, pulling him in for a real kiss, a little hard, a little bit too much tongue, and perfect all the same. Then he kissed Julie whose kiss was sweeter, with a hint of teeth, and surpassed his every imagining.

Luke pulled Julie into a kiss then-but this time Reggie didn't feel jealousy or heartbroken. He felt glad to see the loves of his life there with them, sharing the love between them all.

"Can we go back inside now?" he asked. "I'm soaked through and we're all going to get pneumonia at this rate."

"Can't risk that, we have to plan our first date," Luke said with a grin, pulling them back towards the studio.

It was Julie who directed them towards the house where she had changes of clothes for them stashed away, and warm horchata to drink. Plus she had to give her father the chance to gloat over knowing all along.

Reggie didn't have to pretend to smile at that-his grin was one hundred percent genuine, as was every smile that followed it for the rest of his life.

[bumbleklee]

omg imagine black lingerie around childe, diluc, and kaeya lsnsks 💃🏻

ayo >.>

before reading: slightly nsfw, lingerie, reader is female because i added photos and couldn’t really find gn/male lingerie but if you guys want another part where it’s like that, i’ll do my best to look around more lol

childe

he would buy you the set and gift it you in an expensive looking gift box

the lingerie would probably be imported from another country and hand sewn with real silk and lace (meaning a hefty price tag)

you aren’t too happy about his endeavors at first and shove it away in the bottom of your closet for a while

whenever childe would bring it up, you would just roll your eyes

but when his birthday came around and you didn’t know what to get him, you remembered the lingerie in your closet

you spent a while getting ready - doing your makeup and hair and even purchasing a black, silky robe to match

childe came home that night expecting a homemade dinner and a new bottle of wine but was met with you sitting in the middle of your bed

You heard the front door swing open and you grinned to yourself. You were about to make this the most memorable birthday Childe ever had. “Y/N?” He voice called through the apartment. 

“Up here!” You shouted back, quickly scrambling to sit on your knees and toss your hair behind your back. Your bedroom door opened soon after and you met eyes with Childe - who was frozen in the doorway. His gaze broke away and traveled up and down your body, a smirk growing on his face. You held out a hand to Childe, motioning for him to come over, and he had to restrain himself from flying at you. His corse fingers took yours gently and he brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.  

“Is this all for me?” Childe breathed out, leaning in close to nibble on your earlobe. His hands began to roam your body, caressing your thighs and hips. He felt the fabric of the lingerie and rubbed it against your skin, causing your own breath to catch. 

“It is,” You told him in a flirty tone, “Happy birthday.” 

diluc

you knew diluc loved your intimate moments but you could tell he was getting a little bored doing the same thing everytime (you were too) 

talking to some of your friends on what to do, they suggested spicing things up in the bedroom and instantly brought you to a hidden vendor in an apartment where they sold sex toys and lingerie

not being brave to buy any toys from them, you opted to purchase a lingerie set

knowing diluc, you picked something a little more modest to surprise him with

it wasn’t too scrappy or revealing but hugged your curves and looked sexy on you still

that night after dinner, you flirted with diluc to get him in the mood and when he promised you he would spend time with you after his shower, you changed into your new lingerie and waited for him

You couldn’t help but jitter nervously as you waited for Diluc. Your hands fiddled with the bedsheet below you and you wondered if you even looked good. When you heard the shower turn off, you tensed up even more. 

“Give me a couple minutes to dry my hair...” Diluc’s words trailed off as he takes in your body and your outfit. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist and another scrunching his soaking wet hair. His crimson eyes scanned every inch of you. “What’s this?”

You looked down at your lap, “Do you like it? If not we can just-” 

“I love it.” Diluc walks over to you and wastes no time in pushing you back onto the bed. He runs the tips of his fingers up your curves and stops them on the black straps, feeling the elastic under his fingertips. His hands continue to travel upwards until one is gently placed on your cheek. “I think you look amazing.” 

He kisses you passionately and you kiss back just as fierce. His wet hair hangs low and tickles the sides of your face. Before you know it, Diluc’s towel falls to the floor and your new lingerie is being tossed aside as well. 

kaeya

being with kaeya meant you had an exciting sex life

he was open to virtually anything and liked to try everything at least once before deciding if he liked it or not

so it’s not a surprise you two have a locked chest in your bedroom filled with an assortment of lingerie and toys for you to enjoy during your sensual times

as a late christmas gift, kaeya gave you some mora to buy yourself something nice and you headed straight to the hidden vendor

they knew you name by now and were excited to show you their newest collection “midnight dusk”

it was filled with skimpy, lacy black lingerie and you had to restrain yourself from buying it all

you picked out a set that you thought kaeya would like the best and raced home to show him

The minute you got home, you raced to the bathroom to change and called Kaeya to the bedroom. Your hands rested on your hips as you teasingly twirled in front of Kaeya. His eyes were hungry and intrigued as he sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward. 

You grinned and straddled his lap suddenly, grinding your groin against his. Kaeya’s fingers found their way under the garters of the lingerie and his hands moved all around your waist. Your lips pressed open-mouthed kisses up his neck before finding his lips. 

“They have a new collection,” You said in between kisses, “A lot of cute stuff.” 

“Really?” Kaeya mumbled, his hands running up and down your back now, “We’ll have to go back and buy them all, baby.” 

[duvetsandpillows]

Pierre Gasly Fluffy A-Z

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Your hair. You always did the most intricate hairstyles and it always confused and amazed him.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

About a year after you guys got together you were looking after your nephew and you were watching Pierre play with him and it began to make you broody. Once your nephew went home you couldn't help yourself but to start looking at baby clothes on your phone. Pierre peered over you shoulder and chuckled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Little one got you thinking?" he asked sitting down next to you, putting an arm around you.

"Maybe."

"I like that one," he said pointing to a blue dinosaur onezie. "Oh and that one." He ended up taking the phone off of you and scrolled through all the clothes. You snuggled into his side, smiling as you watched him get lost in all the different tiny outfits, mumbling to himself about how adorable they are.

"Can we make one?" he asked looking at you. You chuckled and swung your leg over so you straddling his lap before giving him a kiss and nodding. He smiled and picked you up, walking towards the stairs.

"You meant right now?"

"It might take a while so we better start now."

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Pierre loves to snuggle. You two would alternate being big spoon and little spoon, both of you wanting to be little spoon and would have to compromise. In public he'll usually give you a side hug followed by a kiss to your head.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Your dates were always very random. Pierre once surprised you by taking you skydiving. Each date tended to be doing something you've never done before. You loved being able to try out new things and create new memories together.

E = Everything: "you are my ____" (e.g my life, my world...)

You are my shining star.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

It took him a while to realise as you two had started out as friends with benefits. He slowly started to realising when he would go away for race weekends and all he could think about was you.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

He's a gentleman, so is of course very gentle with you but he knows you won't break. You two would muck around but he would never intentionally hurt you.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Pierre wouldn't hold your hand often, he preferred to have an arm around you instead. If you were in a formal setting he will intertwine his fingers to yours.

I = Impression: first impression/s

You two knew each other from school. You used to share classes but you weren't the closest of friends. You two would hang out in large friend groups but never just the two of you. When he came back to visit during the summer break and bumped into you at the club. He thought you were still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Pranks weren't really your thing but you had the same sense of humour and were always making each other laugh.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Pierre would kiss you all day if he was given the chance. Whether it was kisses to your neck, cheek forehead or lips he loved giving you affection. His kisses would always vary from gentle to apssionate depending on his mood.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

He did. he'd just gotten back from a race and he couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time. He was stood outside your door going over in his head what he planned on saying, when the door swung open causing both of you to jump.

"Pierre" you squealed wrapping your arms around him. "I didn't know you got back! You drove incredibly!" You pulled away, face beaming and everything he planned to say immediately left his brain.

"Are you busy? Can we talk for a moment?"

"Is everything okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost or something." you asked as you brought him into your living room. He watched you sit down and suddenly started to regret coming over, worried that he was about to ruin what you two had.

"I-I... I'm completely in love with you and I understand if you don't feel the same way but I just had to tell you." His eyes kept flickering between you and the floor while picking away at some dead skin on his thumb.

"I love you too Pierre." His eyes darted to you, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"Wait seriously?" You burst out laughing and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Yes seriously," you said before pulling him down for a kiss.

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

Your first christmas together. You'd woken up to Pierre pressing kisses to your neck.

"Joyeux Noël ma mignonne," he muttered against your neck.

Your morning consisted of you two cooking breakfast together and opening your presents to each other before getting ready to go to his parents for christmas dinner.

You got back from his parents late in the evening, feeling a little tipsy and a bag full of presents from his family after the completely spoiled you. The two of you got changed into christmas pyjamas and snuggled up in bed with Elf playing on the TV. Pierre ran his fingers through your hair as he fell asleep, sighing contently at the prefect day the two of you had.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Pierre didn't tend to spoil you but that was because you didn't like to be spoiled, you would much rather the two of you spent time together.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half?

Violet. When you were in school you had the same violet backpack. Even when it broke you always made sure to buy the exact same one. Even in the years between school when you two lost contact, everytime he saw violet his thoughts would always go back to you.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

Bunny, ma mignonne, honey

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

You two likes to go hiking together. It was a good way to disconnect from everything and spend some quality time together.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You would always get Singstar out and have a sing along together. You guys would get so into it you managed to get a few noise complaints.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Pierre likes to workout when he gets upset, he likes to clear his mind and calm down before coming to find you and either talking it out with you and asking for advice or just looking for cuddles and comfort.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

He loved talking to you about skiing and snowboarding. You'd never been but you found it fascinating and loved when he would tell you stories about the trips he's gone on. He ended up taking you to the Swiss Alps so he could teach you himself.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

He likes to listen to music and dance around the living room with you. Ususally slow music so he could hold you close and dance around the living room as if you two were Cinderella and Prince Charming.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Pierre doesn't really show off. He likes to keep most of his life private, but would occasionally post a photo of you two but preferred to keep his social media work related.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

Further down the line you knew you two would probably marry but it wasn't a topic on either of your minds right now.

X = Xylophone: What's their song?

Flightless Bird - Iron & Wine

Y = You're the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You're the sun to my sky.

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

You two don't have the time for a pet at the moment but you two kept having discussions about having a dog.

[gloomyhearts]

That's life || Steve Harrington

Chapter eight

November 10, 1983

Y/N's pov

"Dustin what's wrong?" He threw the door closed.

"Mike and Lucas fought and won't talk to each other" we sat on the sofa.

"and what happened?" I turned to face him.

"We searched after the gate."

"The new north?"

"Yeah and at some point Luke's compass showed another North than mine. Luke said that Eleven would manipulate them. Mike and him discussed over half an hour and then it escalated El threw Luke with his power against a car and Luke drove away. He never left us like that when he and Mike argued. I lost my party. I've got nothing left."

"You have me." I laughed to brighten him a bit up but it failed and he started to cry.

"Dusti, sweatheart everything will be fine. I know it. You all have this inseperable bond and no one will ever break it. You have to convince Mike to apoloize to Luke and then it'll be alrigth, trust me." he burried in my arms as we lay down on the sofa.

"I hope so. I can't loose another friends beside Will."

We lay in silence when our parents entered the room, yeah their travel week has end today.

I think by the time they entered Dustin was asleep. As my mother stood by the couch she mouthed 'is he?" and I only nodded. My dad came to us and carried Dustin in his arms to his room upstairs. Dustin is a deep sleeper in the second he fell asleep the world could end and he would'nt wake up. When my dad was out of the room my mom sat down next to me.

"So what happened?" I told my mother something on the phone but not everything, she shouldn't be involved too much.

"As I told you. Will went missing and a few days after he was found in the Lake. Two days ago we were on his funeral. Dustin is really damaged through this accident. He feels sorry that he couldn't protect Will. And today Luke and Mike argued and Dusti fears that his party is falling apart." she looked shocked at me after telling the events we went through the whole week alone.

"You don't have to worry mom. Dustin and I are fine. We have got each other and he knows I'm helping him with everything."

"I'm proud that you both love each other so much." she gave me a kiss on the forehead and left.

On the next day when I arrived at school there was this tension, I can't describe it but it was there. It was because of the funeral a few days ago but not that everyone was involved.

It was only the three of us, Nancy, Jonathan and me.

At lunch we sat in the nearst corner so nobody could eavesdrop our conversation.

"Ok so Nancy and I want to buy weapons and go for a hunt."

"This afternoon." Nancy adds after Jonathon doesn't seem to speak on.

"This afternoon? Why? I don't know if I can. I have to ask my mom. Maybe we could meet there or I'm coming where you're getting ready."

"Jonathan and I went to the forest behind Steve's house and there was something, we want to hunt." they both nodded as the school bell rang.

"See you later" we seperate and I went to my math class but have to stop at my locker before.

No one was in the hallway what was kind of creepy because otherwise it was full because students wanted to delay the break.

"Y/N." Someone touched my shoulder but I know exactly who it was.

"What?" I turned to face him.

"Why are Nanc and Jonathan hanging out so much lately?"

"I don't know. Ask her yourself I suggest"

"Do you know something? I saw them yesterday in Nanc' bedroom."

"Steve." I shut my locker and turn to him, "I really don't know even if I'd, I don't care about it."

"Why are you so harsh?"

"Why do you even care at all?"

"Because" he came closer and whispered, "I'm still caring about you. I still worry about you. I'm still your best friend"

He is what?! Where was he when I lost my grandmother, when Barb went missing?

"Ah no, Stephen. I don't believe you. You were my best friend yeah that's right but I wouldn't call you a friend anymore. So excuse me." I began to walk to my classroom and bumped intentionally his shoulder.

During my bike drive to the Byers house I listened to my favourite music on my Walkman including 'eye of the tiger' and 'under pressure'.

When I arrived at the location there were no one not even miss Byers.

Through the window I can see some Christmas lights hanging around in the living room and letters written on the wall.

Strange.

I took my bike and drove away.

When I drove by at the supermarket I saw Steve and his best friends standing around his car. Steve held a cola bottle to his eyes.

What happened there?

I didn't even notice that my feet were riding my bike to the entry of the market. As I arrived there Steven jumped up from his car and walked towards me.

"Y/N, hey there" he tried to hug me.

"What happened to your face" I pointed at his eye.

"Ah my friend Jonathan and I beat each other up. Nothing to worry about"

"someone has to nurse it." He approached to me.

"Maybe you could. I trust you" I just laughed. "Please it hurts really bad and my friend over there aren't a good help."

"Fine but only this time. We meet at my house, Harrington" he nodded and I began to ride home.

"What took you so long" he walked to the door.

"Thomas and I fought a bit but it's okay. He's an asshole"

oh really

"jup he is" I opened the door and we walked into the house. Mews came running to us and Steve cuddled her immediately.

"I missed her really bad" I just nodded and walked upstairs to my room.

"you coming?" I heard footsteps on the stairs and moments later Steve stand next to me.

"Sit down. Feel yourself home."

"I'm always feeling home when you're around." He held my wrist

"Steve please." The tension between us is thick you could cut it.

"I'm getting ice and some band aid." I walked to the bathroom and when I arrived in my room I saw that Steve was reading something.

Shit!

"What are you doing?" He frightened as he heard me.

"I was just" he laid the paper down. "I'm sorry" he sat down on my bed and put his hand next to him to show that I should sit next to him.

"What did you read?"

"Your homework?" I walked over to desk and picked the book which declares to be my diary.

What? He didn't. Wait.

"Did you read my diary"

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I didn't want to."

"You saw that it wasn't a normal book but you didn't stop. Steve I wanted to help you but now" I grow angry and couldn't held my anger back. "Steve you're an asshole I can't believe I was so naive to help you. Leave!" I shout at him but he didn't go.

He stood up and walked over to me.

"Y/N I'm so sorry I was and still am an asshole. I was so stupid to let you down. I'm so dumb. I can't believe I left you only to be popular, to become a completely asshole. I'm so sorry to hurt you. You were my best friend and I still hope we can be friends again." By now I started to cry and Steve embraced me.

"I read the letter you wrote and I'm so sorry. I always look at our pictures we made. I miss you everytime I see you in school I want to go to you and talk. Nancy often talks to me about you how you seem to be alone and cold towards her and Barbara and I think it's my fault. Its all my fault." I let out a sob.

"Y/N I was such a dumb boy" I heard Steve sobbing too.

"I can't believe you didn't want to say all the things to me. You know you can always tell me everything. Why didn't you told me that you love me?" I gathered my courage and spoke the first time in forever

"It's not that easy Steve."

"What?"

"First when I'm talking to you everyone would stare at us and call me a whore because I'm talking to a boy in a relationship. And second you wouldn't have cared about it. You would have left for Nancy anyways. You had liked her since ever."

"Ok wait. Nancy is hanging out with Jonathan lately I don't even think I'm her boyfriend anymore. And second because I loved you too but I was afraid to tell you"

"But you love Nancy right?"

"Yeah but it's difficult" by now I began to cry and he sat down on my bed next to me.

"I'm so sorry Steve. I couldn't handle it. And it's my fault I lost you. I wasn't enough for you."

"No.. no you were and you are still perfect" he gently put a strand of hair behind my ear. I looked down onto the floor but felt his graze on me.

"And why did you fought with Jon?"

"Tommy and Carol thought they would be funny if they would let Nancy be starring in the movie theater. They called Nancy a slut after I told them she was with Jonathan yesterday in her room. Jonathan backed up for her. He's at the police station."

"What the hell" I ran my finger through my y/hc hair.

"Nancy slapped me and then Jonathan came and threw his fist in my face and it escalated."

"You're an idiot Harrington." I rolled my eyes. Slowly it feels like it's going to be normal even after the talk before.

Don't let him in again.

"Steve you should go." He nodded and walked toward the door.

"See you in school Y/N" I only nodded as and he left.

Dearest Steve,

Thanks for the memories that you gave me over all those years. I really appreciate that we were friends until Tommy our biggest enemy brought us apart. I did everything for you even if it seemed impossible and crazy. I love you from the very first day and I always gonna love you.

Even if you'll never get this letter I want you to know that you're my everything, my life and my best friend.

I hate being apart from you and not talking to you kills me. Every time I see you and Nancy kissing it kills myself. I'm dead inside and you left. You gave me power to live to hold on but then you left. Puberty really changed you just as Tommy did.

I miss the time when we lay under the stars and talked about our wishes and dreams. My dream now is to go back; to have my Steve back. I had loved it when you were around and we acted like we don't care what others are thinking mostly when we did the weirdest things. I was proud that my best friend is a year over me at school and still likes to meet me.

But the horrible thing is that we see us at school and don't even look at each other. I miss your beautiful brown eyes which light up when you were laughing over my bad jokes. I miss your fluffy hair and your crazy secret behind it. I would love to go back but I can't and I know it. I know I treat you like shit but its just to protect myself not to be hurt again.

[broken-heroes-and-potatoes]

Could you do romantic headcanon two with Bakugou and Kirishima for the event? I WOULD DIE FOR THIS 😋😋😋

Oh Yas! Thanks!

Poly - Katsuki Bakugo & Eijiro Kirishima

- Who hogs the duvet

You! Bakugo has naturally a high body temperature so he doesn’t mind sleeping uncovered, while Kirishima always has half of his body out of the blanket. Plus, if you’re all sleeping in the same bed, there’re high chances that you’ll sleep in the middle, Kirishima wants to sleep against the wall and Bakugo is the first one to wake up so he takes the other side.

- Who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Kirishima or if I can, Kirishimama would always check on the both of you to see if you’re doing okay, if you’re not too exhausted, to know when you’ll be home or just to chit-chat about silly things

- Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

You’re the one out of the three to have the best ideas when it comes to gifts, because you know how to listen and remember little details of what they like. You have to tell Kirishima straight away what you want or the poor baby will be totally lost. On the other hand, he always has lot of little thoughts (like, thinking to buy your favorite snacks) as for Bakugo, he goals each time, on point, but he’s not really surprising.

- Who gets up first in the morning

Bakugo without a doubt. He gets up at dawn and rarely sleeps after 9a.m during days off/weekends. He’s also really grumpy when you and Kirishima are still in bed when he’s back from his jogging, he’ll make a lot of noise ‘inadvertently’ which will cause both of you to woke up.

- Who suggests new things in bed

Kirishima, always want to try new positions and experiment less conventional things, also, he’ll be the one to bring the idea of possible toys. While Bakugo is passionate and it’s a pure demonstration of love articulated like a duel in bed, he’s not the kinkiest and tends to follow his instinct and take the things as come during the act

- Who cries at movies

You, Kirishima will console you and hide his own tears in your hair while Bakugo roll his eyes.

- Who gives unprompted massages

Kirishima and Bakugo equally. Kirishima would do it in order to slip into your panties, Bakugo would do it when he sees you sore after a hard day or after trainning.

- Who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Dear Lord. Bakugo. He’s a freaking unbearable child when he’s sick, and when he has a stuffy nose, oh boi, he’s the worst. He grumbles, sighs, turns and tosses, criticizes your soup, he doesn’t want anyone to sleep in the same bed as him, screams that he’s okay and doesn’t need to be pampered but whine if you leave the room before he falls asleep.

- Who gets jealous easiest

Both of them equally, but they don’t show it the same way. Bakugo would be either competitive or pouty and deny it if it’s pointed out, while Kirishima would talk about it to get ride of the bad feeling or he would feel a bit insecure depending on the situation, anyways, you’ll have to show them a bit of reassurance

- Who has the most embarrassing taste in music

It has to be you, because both of them has pretty good tastes in music with different registers. Bakugo goes with a lot of thing, he isn’t picky and listen to a lot of different styles, but he gets some good rap preferences from time to time, while Kirishima tends to Metal and ol’ classics rock.

- Who collects something unusual

Kirishima, dinosaurs fossils (fight me on this.)

- Who takes the longest to get ready

It has to be you once more, because Kirishima doesn’t even look at what he picks in his drawers and he just needs some time to tame his hair, while Bakugo always plans his  things ahead the day before, takes a 5 minutes shower and doesn’t comb his hair

- Who is the most tidy and organised

Bakugo, as said right here, is really tidy and organised, contrary to Kirishima who’s a disaster, by the way, he would probably spend his time screaming on both of you because of how messy you’re for his taste.. but he’ll always fix things and pick up behind you

- Who gets most excited about the holidays

Kirishima and you. Don’t get me wrong, Bakugo loves holidays too, but he’s less expressive. Kirishima would have the Christmas tree done before the end of November and start to think about his Halloween costume in March.

- Who is the big spoon/little spoon

Outch. Tough question, because both of the guy tend to be big spoons, so either Bakugo or Kirishima takes the advantage to spoon you, they don’t argue about it, things happen naturally while one cages you in his arms, the other is just sprawled on his back or isn’t sleeping in the bed. Accept your fate, you’ll be the little spoon for the rest of your life.

- Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Bakugo. Clearly. But Kirishima will still fight with all his strenght and won’t let anyone win on purpose. Bakugo won’t go easy, it’s even the opposite, and if you’re beating him at Mario Kart, he’ll make you play, FOR HOURS, if you keep winning, you’ll have to let him win or you will never let you go to bed...Ever.

- Who starts the most arguments

Really? Do I really need to answer?

- Who suggests that they buy a pet

You're be the one and as Kirishima gets overly excited about it, Bakugo would scream and enumerate why you shouldn’t take a pet. From the «We don’t have time to take care of it and it’ll stay home alone all day» to «No fucking way it’s going to put hairs on all of my black shirts» He’ll love whatever you chose in the end.

- What couple traditions they have

Friday movie nights – Bakugo makes breakfast for everyone after his jogging – Napping time with Kirishima after hard trainnings – Ice cream van every single sunday.

- What tv shows they watch together

It’s pretty hard to get everyone to agree, so you’ll often make the referee betwen them by taking the remote.. it’ll often end with fantastic or sf series (Titans, Umbrella Academy, Stranger things, Dr Who.. for example)

- What other couple they hang out with

Probably with the Bakusquad ones

- How they spend time together as a couple

During end of high school/Uni, you still gather to have some time together, between classes, during weekend and holidays. So trainnings, friday movie nights, ice cream on sundays, beach walks and hiking for some fresh air!

It’s hard to share time the three of you all together after when you enter differents agencies, you don’t have the same schedules, at least one of you will have to work in another city so it’s sometimes complicated to regroup each other. You always try to have at least one night off together per week and share all of your meals with at least one of the other.

- Who made the first move

The poly couple would probably begin between Kirishima and you, he’s the one who made the first move and ask you on a date, but his hopes wasn’t high to be honest, he was even surprised when you said yes, but the happiest man on the world.

No one was aware of Bakugo’s feelings for you at this time, he took some distances from both of you at first, when things didn’t got better and you were all suffering from the situation, it was your turn to confront him about it. After a heated debate where he would blurt out his feelings, you shut his mouth by kissing him and… things went on..

- Who brings flowers home

Kirishima, wild ones, picked up by him, one of the little cute attentions he has.

- Who is the best cook

Bakugo is really really good at cooking, but, apart from that, he grumbles if you bring too much take-out and everytime one of you burn something so.. he doesn’t really leave a choice here.

[frauleinjustice]

Saiouma Prompt: Christmas Eve

Good afternoon, everyone! Merry Christmas! I wanted to do a short-”short” KJDJKFDKJFD- oneshot with the good boys! And of course: in one of my favorite AUs ever, phantom thief/detective, heheh....

Summary: Shuichi thought he was going to spend Christmas Eve alone, since he didn’t have anyone to spend it with romantically. But when he arrives home, he’ll receive a nice surprise: the phantom thief, Ouma Kokichi, there! And so, they spend Christmas Eve together, enjoying Christmas cake, exchanging presents... and just being happy to be with the one they fell for...

Hehe so basically, just wanted to write some cute fluff! As always, I hope you enjoy and thank you in advanced for reading if you do~! Once more, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I hope you all had a great Christmas Eve/having a fantastic Christmas Day! 🎄 ♥

Tonight was Christmas Eve. Decorations lit up the city and couples happily strolled down the streets. Shuichi himself was currently heading back home while holding a bag containing a Christmas cake inside. It’d normally be very difficult to still find one during this time, but this was actually a personal order made by a baker. The baker was friends with the latest client Shuichi helped, and so as thanks, asked their baker friend to have a cake prepared just for him. He was truly appreciative, and couldn’t wait to enjoy it once he got home. In truth… he was going to spend tonight at home. He didn’t have anyone to spend it romantically with, and his colleagues were spending tonight with their own significant other/spouse. Not that being single usually bothered him, since he was normally a very busy man anyway, but even he couldn’t deny how nice it must feel to spend tonight with someone you love… “Maybe I’ll just bring any leftover slices to my job when we have our Christmas party tomorrow…” He mumbles to himself as makes his way up the stairs to his apartment building. Kicking off any extra snow, he takes out his keys and enters inside with a small huff of relief after finally being out of the cold. 

He hangs his coat up and takes off his shoes after placing the bag of cake on the living room table. He then plops onto the couch and closes his eyes for a moment, muttering: “Ahh, warmth… I can’t wait to have some coffee…” 

And as if his wishes were answered, a mug of coffee is placed on the table. “Heeere you go: eggnog latte!” 

“Mmm, thank you, Ouma-kun…” And then the realization hits him. “-?!” Practically rocketing back up on the couch, he instantly snaps his neck to the direction of a certain voice. “W-Wait, what the: O-Ouma-kun?!” 

“Nishishi! Surpriiiise!” Declares the man with his arms dramatically raised up before he sits down on the opposite couch and sips his own mug of coffee. It was none other than the infamous phantom thief, Ouma Kokichi. He had barged his way into the detective’s apartment while he was out. Not that it was the first time he suddenly showed up out of nowhere, no matter if Shuichi was already there or not; yet it shocks the detective all the same each and everytime, much to the other’s amusement. “Are you always going to be that shocked when I appear, Saihara-chan? You should hurry up and get used to it, or you might die from a heart attack!” He chides as if he were actually concerned, yet he had a sly grin on his face.

“A-And whose fault would that be?! That is not the kind of thing one should get used to, Ouma-kun!” The snicker he gets in response makes him pout even harder, huffing before he takes a sip of his coffee to warm himself up. He wondered if Kokichi had remembered him saying he was a fan of this seasonal drink one time, hence why he made it. It’d actually make him kind of happy, if so: and it tasted good, too… “Anyway… wh-what are you doing here? Are you not spending tonight with anyone special…?”

“Huh?” Looking at him as if he just asked a severely dumb question, Kokichi just scoffs at him. “You think I have time for cheesy crap like that? I’m not a hopeless romantic like you, Saihara-chan. Besides… it’s much more fun to torment you. So if you thought you were going to spend your precious little Christmas Eve in peace…” He holds a finger to his lips with a sly smile and leering look in his eyes. “Think again.” 

“.............” Shuichi just gives him a baffled look before he hangs his head low with a groan. “Lucky me…” Despite his seemingly complaints, he wasn’t actually mad about it. If anything: he was actually happy to see him. It had honestly been a while since he’s done so. He couldn’t deny that he actually missed him… and while it wasn’t new for Kokichi to sometimes not show up in a case of his at all: at this point, he had gotten so used to encountering him that it felt odd whenever he didn’t. And now here he was, having made himself comfortable in Shuichi’s home. Kokichi wasn’t even wearing his usual white suit, instead wearing a purple casual dress shirt and black pants. His hair was also in a small ponytail, too. They often didn’t encounter each other outside of their occupations, so it was a rare sight to see Kokichi in regular clothes. Shuichi couldn’t help but stare for a moment, finding him handsome… and he found his ponytail cute as well, before blushing slightly and darting his eyes away when he caught himself looking so much.

Kokichi had noticed him staring and couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face, his own cheeks turning a light pink. He loves the thought of looking so attractive to him that he can’t help but stare. And Kokichi thought Shuichi looked just as attractive in casual wear as well, the detective wearing a gray sweater over dark blue jeans. He found him attractive regardless, in all honesty. Not just physically: everything about the detective made him grow more and more attracted to him. A man who can keep up with him, but can still surprise him, and even be unpredictable to the thief at times; those were things Kokichi very rarely found in a person, and while it sometimes frustrates him that he can’t figure him out… at the same time, he loves it, too. He never thought it would be a detective that fascinates him in a way no else does: and in turn, Shuichi never grew so fond of a criminal like he did for Kokichi. While he can still annoy, confuse, and irritate him a lot… Kokichi can also surprise him, make him smile, make him laugh, even assist him at times…. and made him even grow to enjoy their exhilarating chases into the night. He was just such a big mystery to the detective… one that fascinates him, wants to figure out more… a man that truly intrigues him like no other.

In all honesty, both had been scared for a moment. What if Shuichi came home with a significant other, if he had one? Or what if Kokichi was spending tonight with his own significant other, if he had one? Nerve-wrecking questions that went through their minds before they encountered each other in Shuichi’s home. Even if neither dared to tell the other yet, they fell for each other… so if either assumption had been true, it would’ve broken one or the other’s heart. But now that they know neither assumption was true, it was a sea of relief washed over them both. It especially made Shuichi so happy that he suddenly mumbles: “...I brought home some Christmas cake. I’ll bring plates for us.” Before walking suspiciously fast to the kitchen. He was trying to hide the smile that dares form on his wriggling mouth. He wasn’t going to spend Christmas Eve alone, after all… and with the person he secretly wanted to spend it with the most. 

“?” Raising an eyebrow, Kokichi wasn’t going to let that slide as he waltzed into the kitchen, snaking his arms around the detective’s waist from behind. “Saihara-chaaan?” He tried leaning his head over to look up at him, which made Shuichi quickly turn his head away so he couldn’t see it. Though unfortunately for him, Kokichi had seen that smile on his face for a flash of a second, “Ohh?” An intrigued hum leaves him as the smile on his face widens into an amused one, drumming his fingers along the area of Shuichi’s stomach. “What are you smiling about, hmm? Is Saihara-chan that happy to see me~?”

“Ack…!” He naturally hit the nail right on the head, Shuichi’s eyes nervously darting about as he stammered out: “Th...That’s…! I-I, well, uh…. Th-that information is…. cl-classified!” 

“Uh-huuuh. Sure it is.” That was precisely the reaction he wanted for his surprise visit. Shuichi was so happy to see him… it made him giddily bounce on his feet and his heart flutter a bit in his chest. Much as he wanted to keep teasing his flustered, whining detective, he is excited to eat some cake with him. And so, he lets go of him as he chimes: “Anyways, cake time! Better hurry or I’ll eat the entire thing, myself!”

“Ueeue.. o-okay.…” A small exhale to compose himself, Shuichi nods and also gathers a knife to cut the cake with. Kokichi decides to grab forks for them before they both head back to the table. Once he sets everything down, Shuichi takes the container out of the bag and lifts the lids up. He cuts them both a slice and places it on their plates. “This looks so tasty… time to enjoy.” When he takes a bite, he hums in delight, giving an approving nod. “And just as tasty as it looks, too! I love it. And to think I got a personal order from a professional baker… ah, because you see, the latest client I helped asked his baker friend to have an order of this personally made for me, as additional thanks for helping him out.”

Kokichi also gives a  delighted hum at how delicious the cake tastes. So sweet and fluffy… he can tell this was very well made. “Mmm?” He hummed curiously when Shuichi told him that. “Is that so? Saihara-chan must’ve really done that great of a job, to get thanked like this. But you always do, don’t you?”

“Ah…!” The genuine compliment without the usual back handedness caught him by surprise. “Oh, th-thank you. That’s very kind of you to say, Ouma-kun…”

“Nishishi…” Kokichi just smiles brightly and nods before he continues eating. He truly meant what he said, too: Shuichi truly was a one of a kind when it came to detectives. Serious, intelligent, intuitive… yet kind, caring, and very passionate about his job. He was never one to resort to shady measures to get what he wants, and it was obvious that he truly cares about his clients, and would never be the type to give up on them. That kind of passion was sadly rare to find in most detectives and officers in general. Even if he knows the detective would be too modest to agree, Kokichi feels he truly is a great example that other detectives should follow. 

For a moment, the two ate their cake in comfortable silence. After taking a small sip of his coffee, does Shuichi speak up as he asks: “I’m curious… how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while, so that’s why I was even more surprised than usual to suddenly see you…”

“Mmn, I’ve been good.” He answers, taking another bite out of his cake before he continues. “I’m a very busy man, you know. I’m in hot demand right now!” Or rather, he had been busy with an especially difficult heist. Even for a master thief like him, stealing a treasure from a very heavily guarded, giant cruise ship was no easy task at all. “I was almost shot, stabbed, thrown in the lake… you should’ve seen it!” And while nearly getting stabbed or thrown into the lake was a lie…. He was chased down by officers and security guards from the ship as soon as he could escape it. Those security officers did carry guns, and had Kokichi not used his usual tricks to lose the police: he probably could have been shot at… 

“I...I see… and don’t say things like that so excitedly…” He sighs. Though he was glad to hear he’s been good, and that he returned safely from his mission. He couldn’t help but worry about him at times whenever he hasn’t seen him in a while, always hoping that he doesn’t get hurt or worse out there… “And here I was wondering if you’ve finally been arrested. Heh, heh, heh.” 

“Hmph!” He comically puffs his cheeks out, jabbing his fork in Shuichi’s direction as he rants: “Saihara-chan thinks he’s so funny, huh? As if! I lost them so easily when they tried to chase me: Boring. Only you can keep up with me, Saihara-chan. That’s why you aren’t boring.”

“O...Ouma-kun..." The serious look on Kokichi’s face as he says that, and the lack of the usual joking or patronizing tone in his voice… he knew this was something that, when said by Ouma Kokichi: was extremely special. He makes their chases feel fun: he isn’t boring to him. It made a warm smile form on his face as he looked down at his plate. “Maybe odd of me to say, but… thank you. I’m… actually kind of happy to hear that.” 

“Good.” He was glad Shuichi believed him. It isn’t something he would even say as a joke, after all. “But aww…” Now that mischievous smile was right back on his face as he now decides to stand up and sit at the couch Shuichi was on, leaning against him. “Could it be that… Saihara-chan missed meeee~?”

“G-Gah!” He yelps when Kokichi suddenly sits next to him, quickly turning his face away. “I-I…!” He nervously darts his eyes around before hanging his head low. “.......” And instead of dodging the question again, he mumbles a quiet: “Y….Yes… I did...”

“!” He expected he’d get another ‘that’s classified’ as a response, which would’ve made him laugh: but Shuichi just flat out admitting that he did miss him makes him beam even more.“...Hah! That’s what I thought! You’d better had. And I guess… I missed Saihara-chan, too.” But then quickly adds in before he can get embarrassed, too:  “...Missed driving him crazy, that is~!” 

“G-Geez…” He playfully gives him a nudge, chuckling softly when Kokichi nuzzles against his arm with a snicker. Despite the rising heat to his cheeks, he looks down at Kokichi with a soft smile on his face, receiving the same look in return. Kokichi also missing him made Shuichi happy, too. Both truly had grown on each other, to the point that they can’t be away from each other for long. “Anyway, you nerd… let’s finish eating. There is something I�� um….” He shyly looks away. “...W-Want to give you.”

“...Oh?” He tilts his head. “You got me a present…?” Inside of Shuichi’s bag was a gift he bought for Kokichi. He had bought it without thinking, despite thinking on his way home that he wouldn’t even see him: but he still wanted to buy him something, even if he knew that gift exchanging was moreso a thing couples did on Christmas Eve. An excited glint in his eyes, Kokichi nods his head and goes back over to where he was originally sitting. “Ooookay! I expect that Saihara-chan bought me something worthy of an esteemed phantom thief such as myself. ...Just like I know he will like what I got for him, too!”

“!” Shuichi’s eyes widened in surprise. “You… bought me something, too? R-Really?” Kokichi did have the same idea. Even if he’d normally find such things cheesy, he wanted to get something for Shuichi: something he will claim he’s sure will love, but in truth, hopes that he will. “I know it’s early to say this, but… th-thank you! I’m sure I will love it. And I hope you’ll love what I got you as well…”

“Mmmhm! It’s a gift from me, so I know you’ll love it!” He snickers, before his smile softens a bit. “...If it’s a gift from Saihara-chan, then I know it’ll be good. And that’s not a lie!”

“H-Heheh…” That made him happy to hear… After a while, the boys finished their slices and drinks. After taking a quick moment to wash the dishes, Shuichi places the lid back on the cake container and puts it away in the fridge. He then goes to grab his bag to retrieve the gift bag inside it, with Kokichi doing the same before they sit close to each other. “Alright, um… d-do you want to go first? Here…” Shuichi hands Kokichi the box inside of the gift bag. It was a white gift box, wrapped with a pretty lavender ribbon. “...For you. I-I know you said you expect it to be good, but I still hope you’ll like it…”

“Saihara-chan worries too much… okay! Time to see how satisfactory this gift shall beeee!” With that, Kokichi carefully undoes the ribbon instead of just tearing it off, since he liked it. He eagerly opens the gift box… before his eyes go wide. “!” Inside was a diamond tassel brooch. The brooch part was in the shape of a crown with gold accents, while the smaller end had a purple rose motif on it. Slowly, Kokichi holds it in his hands to have a good look at it, completely in awe. “Saihara-chan…. this is….”

Kokichi looked so amazed, much to his relief… he clasps his hands together as he explains: “Y...Yeah! It’s a diamond brooch. I figured that… since you love to incorporate fancy accessories in your clothes,  you may like something like this. Since you’re a phantom thief, I thought you would like one made out of diamonds, h-hehe… and you seem to like purple, so I thought you would like the rose motif on the smaller end.”

“Saihara-chan… really put that much thought into it, huh…?” He could’ve just simply bought him any kind of brooch, and yet, he wanted to buy him a specific kind that Kokichi could especially love. That was just like him, he thought to himself: and exactly what he loved about him. 

He nods, giving him a warm smile. “Mmhm…. I wanted it to really be a present that you will really love. If you’d ever like to, maybe you can wear it with your phantom thief outfit. Ah, actually: would you like to put it on? I’d love to see how it looks on you.” Nodding, Kokichi proceeds to place the brooch on his shirt. “Ohh…!” Shuichi utters a small gasp of awe as he takes a close look. “It looks very nice on you, Ouma-kun! I just knew it would.” 

“......” Kokichi could feel his cheeks heat up. Shuichi thought it looked nice on him… even if he was a bit flustered, Kokichi was genuinely very happy. “Shumai… I…” And slowly, a bright, genuine smile begins to widen on his face. “...I love it! A very worthy and befitting present for me, indeed! Nishishi!” He exclaims happily with a laugh, rapidly nodding his head. “Mmmhm! I’m definitely going to be wearing this with my thief outfit from now on: thanks, Saihara-chan! You’re the best.” 

“I’m so glad…!” It was music to Shuichi’s ears to hear how much he loved it, laughing along with him. He was truly relieved that he did, making the spontaneous buy all the more worth it.

“Now, it’s Saihara-chan’s turn to open his gift! Here, here!” He chimes excitedly, practically shoving the present in his hands. The gift box was brown with a gold victorian pattern on it, complete with a black bow. “Ahh, such pretty wrapping paper and bow… alright, let’s see…!” After carefully undoing the wrapping paper and taking off the ribbon, Shuichi opens it. “!!!!” And seeing what was inside, he nearly dropped the lid of the box in shock. “O...Oh! Th-This is-!!” Inside the box was a mystery novel. Not only that, but it was an incredibly rare first edition of the book. “This is a… first edition! And from such an esteemed author such as this… normally you’d have to pay an arm and a leg for this, wouldn’t you?” 

Kokichi’s face lit up when seeing how instantly excited and surprised Shuichi was. “Riiight~? But that’s not all: open it to the very first page.”  

“Ah?” A curious head tilt, Shuichi does as told and opens it to the first page. “!!!” He gasps when seeing that the author’s signature was on it. “I-It even has the author’s signature on it, too?! Ah..!!” This was not only one of Shuichi’s most favorite authors, but they were considered to be one of the best mystery novel writers out there. So to have not only a first edition of their, but also their signature: saying Shuichi loved would be a great understatement. This was something he was going to absolutely treasure. “This is like a dream come true… I adore this author’s works. And now I have a first edition of their book… and their signature, too! I can’t believe it!” 

“Nishishi! Dork!” He teases, but seeing Shuichi’s growing excitement as he observes his present was so adoring to see, he found him so cute. Even if he was sure Shuichi would love it… it still relieved him to see he truly does. “I knew Saihara-chan would love it! Better not tell anyone about it, cause I stole it: but that’s a lie. I was a good boy and got it legitimately with help from some goood buddies of mine with connections! I personally had the author give me this signature. This wasn’t easy to nab, you know: so you’d better appreciate it!” 

Just as he was about to panic at his lie, he playfully rolls his eyes before nodding his head. “Of...of course! I’m very appreciative, Ouma-kun, th-thank you so much! This is the best kind of present I could ever get..!” He gives a thankful bow of his head. “I promise to take great care of it.”

“Good, good!” He trusts that he will, so Kokichi didn’t have to worry. He was also going to take great care of the brooch Shuichi got for him, too. He couldn’t wait for the next chance to wear it with his thief outfit. Once they take a  moment to safely put their gifts away, Kokichi runs back over to Shuichi and glomps him back down on the couch. “Saihara-chaaan!” 

“W-Woah!” Shuichi let out a surprise yelp when he was glomped down to the couch: but quickly after, starts laughing and wraps his around him in turn. “H-Hahah, Ouma-kun!” 

“Hehehe!” They roll around a bit on the couch,  laughing and smiling together so happily. Tonight was going so wonderfully… both were just having the time of their lives. Once they calmed down a bit, Kokichi rests his head against Shuichi’s chest. The sound of his heart beating calmly was soothing to his ears... “Tonight was fun… Saihara-chan always knows how to keep me entertained.” 

“Eheheh…” His hand lies gently on Kokichi’s back. Slowly, he dares to give it soft rubs. “I’m very happy to hear that, Ouma-kun. Tonight was really fun with you as well. And here I thought… I was just going to be spending it alone. I’m happy I didn’t: and I’m especially that… I could spend tonight with you, Ouma-kun.”

“Sh...Shumai…” He buries his face more into his chest, uttering a very quiet whine into it. He’s glad Shuichi wouldn’t be able to see the rising heat to his cheeks. “S...So sappy, sh-sheesh….You’d better be careful saying things like that. I may just get the wrong idea…” He whispers in a sultry tone, slowly circling his finger around the center of Shuichi’s chest.

“O-Oh...I...uh….” He stumbles on his words. Kokichi could hear his heartbeat suddenly become faster, which made him snicker. “Aww, don’t die on me, Mr. Detective~! Or else your heart will pop right out of your chest!” 

“Uueuueue! Y-You are the worst, sometimes!” He whines, giving his back a harmless smack before he buries his face in his hands.

“Nisishi! Sowwy~!” He laughs, definitely not being sorry as he hops back up to his feet. “Anywaaay! I’d best get going. I tormented Saihara-chan a satisfactory amount tonight!” 

“Ah?” Moving his hands away from his face, he sits up properly before looking up at him. “You’re leaving already…?”

“Yep! I’m a very busy man, you know. I’ve got lots of mayhem to commence tomorrow, so I need my beauty sleep!” In other words, he was going to have his own Christmas party with his crew. It’s why he was really hoping he could have fun with Shuichi tonight, happy that he did. Now, he’d be able to really have some fun tomorrow without any regrets. 

“D-Don’t cause too much trouble, now…” He smiles sheepishly, before he gives a small nod. A part of him wishes he could stay just a bit longer, but he understands he’ll be busy having fun tomorrow. That, and he’ll need to rest up soon for the Christmas party he’ll be going to with his colleagues, himself. “I hope you’ll have a fun Christmas day tomorrow, then. And, ah… thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun… and thank you once more for the gift, too! I can’t wait to read it later.”

“Noo promises!” He snickers, walking over to where his stuff is. His gift was already put away in his bag, closing it back up. “Thanks, Saihara-chan! I totes will: and you’d better make sure to do the same!” He takes a moment to put on his coat, scarf, and shoes before looking back at him with a smile. “Mmn! Me too. I’m glad you love your gift. Just don’t go “accidentally” pulling an all nighter because you couldn’t put the book down again, nerd!” He teasingly ‘scolds’ with a point of his finger, laughing before his smile softens. “...And your present was nice, too. I’ll make sure it looks eeeextra good on me when you chase me into the night! And I still… have the most important treasure of all to continue pursuing.” 

He just playfully swats a hand in the air when he calls him out like that, chuckling softly with a warm smile. “Thank you, Ouma-kun… I’m happy you also had fun, and that you loved your present. Hehe, well I guess I’d better be prepared for the next time I’ll have to chase you down, then.” Though the last part makes him tilt his head in curiosity. “The... most important treasure?”

“Nishishi…” A glint in his eyes, Kokichi slowly makes his way to him. “As clueless as always… you should know more than anyone what I’m talking about.”

“...Huh?” Shuichi didn't understand what he meant at all… but when Kokichi suddenly stood in front of where he was sitting, before he started to straddle his lap- “-!” A choked gasp leaves him as Kokichi slowly wraps his arms around his neck, pressing his chest up against his. “Wh….Wh-Wha… What are y...”

He chuckles under his breath at the detective’s flustered confusion, ignoring his own rapidly beating heart. “...You still don’t get it? Geez…. I have to do everything myself, don’t I?”

“D...Do what? What are you talking abou…” But before Shuichi could finish getting that out… Kokichi leaned his face in closer, and closer… until ultimately silencing the detective with a kiss. “Mmn-!” His eyes widen and he freezes in place. Kokichi was kissing him. His lips pressed softly against his own… The further he registered that, the more he felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, and his mind going a mile a minute. But despite being so confused… he didn’t dislike this at all. Kokichi’s lips felt so nice, so soft… and before he knew it, he found himself wanting to indulge, just a bit more… and presses his lips firmer against Kokichi’s, deepening it just a bit. 

“....!” Kokichi felt him deepen the kiss just slightly, making a soft gasp vibrate through him. Even if he was the one that dared to initiate the kiss, he felt like he was going to explode if it became more intense. So quickly, even if reluctantly… he breaks away. “Nishi...shishi….” Despite how heated his cheeks were, he has a leering smile on his face, chuckling breathlessly as he gives him an intense look. “The most important treasure I have yet to steal…. that I so dearly want. Is…” He pauses, slowly trailing the finger he pressed against his chest.. Right down to the area over his heart. With a light tap, he leans in much closer again to whisper: “Your. Heart.” 

“............” Shuichi couldn’t even form words. He just stares at him with wide eyes, being so red that steam could shoot out of his head. He was already dying so badly  from this: but this officially killed him. “I...wah...uuwaaahh….”

“Oopsie! I think I just murdered Saihara-chan!” Despite his teasing comment, Kokichi was dying just as badly, wanting to quickly hide that as he climbed off of him and walked over to hoist up his bag and head towards the door. “Welp, I’m out of here! See you later, Saihara-chan! Tonight was not boring at all, thanks to my beloved detective. Merry Christmas~!” And with a wave and a snicker, he exits out of the house.

“B...Bye… I’m glad you had fun. M-Merry Christmas to you, too…” Is what he manages to get out before Kokichi leaves. “.....” He holds a hand to his heart while the other hovers above his lips. He still couldn’t believe Kokichi kissed him… and that he leaned into it. “St...Stupid Ouma-kun...” He mumbles to himself. “...You’ve already stolen it.” 

[achillestiel]

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Eight Months Later

“Ok. From the very top, tell me what exactly happened.” Cas said, sliding his phone into the clip-in phone holder his assistant Hannah had given him at Christmas. On the screen, his former ex-husband grinned sheepishly. “Don’t smile at me like that Dean, it won’t work.” Cas added. 

“In Claire’s defence, she didn’t start it.” Dean said. “Which is a phrase I never thought I would say.” he added when he saw Cas’ disbelieving look. “Some seniors pushed Jack over during lunch. Kaia saw the whole thing, tried to stop them but they wouldn’t leave him alone so she grabbed Claire and Alex. Claire punched the tallest of them in the face, which is actually pretty impressive when you think about it because the kid is probably a foot taller than Claire.”

“Dean, she’s been suspended for a week.” Cas said, stifling a groan as Hannah placed a mug of decaf green tea in front of him. “Suspended Dean. I get why she did it 

“It’s fine. She’s going to work in the shop with me and now every kid at school knows not to mess with the Winchester-Novak twins. Hey Hannah, tell him to stop stressing.”

“Stop being so stressed out.” Hannah said to Cas. “You’ll be on a plane home in just a few short hours. I’ve completely cleared your schedule until tuesday so you can have a nice weekend with Dean and the kids. Stop with the stress.”

“Listen to Hannah, she’s smart.” Dean said. Hannah shot Dean a thankful smile as she walked back to her desk. “She’s right, you’ll be home soon and we’ve got the whole weekend together.” Dean added. 

“I can’t wait, this week has really dragged.”

“Well the whole gang and I will be picking you up from the airport before you know it.” Dean said, his whole face lighting up when he smiled at Cas. “I better go and make sure Claire isn’t doing like setting the kitchen on fire out of boredom. I love you Cas, can’t wait to see you.”

“I love you too Dean, I’ll see you this evening.” Cas said, hanging up and resting his hand in his hands. 

“Oh God, are you stressing out again?” Hannah asked, her head popping up from her desk. “Cas, you know that Dean loves you. He’s not going to say no.”

“Do you think it’s too soon to be asking him to marry me?”

“Weren’t you two married already? He’s not going to say no.” Hannah said, rolling her eyes. “Please just drink your green tea and calm down.” she added, returning to her work and occasionally muttering under her breath. 

The past eight months had been a whirlwind of change for everyone. After a lengthy discussion it was decided that Cas and Jack would move to Kansas. The house in Washington was sold so they could buy a larger property in Lawrence. During the week Cas stayed in Washington in an apartment not far from his office and flew home on the weekends. It wasn’t the best of situations but for now, they were making it work.

In the words of Claire Winchester, Dean was ‘spiralling’. He had been sitting in his bedroom for thirty minutes just staring at the wall. He wasn’t going to talk about the forty minutes he had spent before that pacing back and forth, occasionally flinging himself on the bed before resuming his pacing. 

“Told you, he’s doing it again.” Claire said from the doorway. 

“Yeah, you were right. He’s spiralling.” Jack intoned, standing next to her and eating a bowl of dry Cookie Crunch cereal with his fingers. 

“I can hear both of you and Jack, stop eating. You’ll ruin dinner.” Dean said, finally ripping his eyes away from the wall. “And I’m not spiralling.”

“You are.” The twin said at the same time. “You and Pops really are perfect for each other.” Claire added. “You need to stop wigging out, it’s going to be fine.” 

“I don’t want it to just be fine Claire, I want it to be great.” Dean said. Claire rolled her eyes as she grabbed a handful of dry cereal out of the bowl in Jack’s hand. “Will you two please stop eating? We’ll be going to grab Cas in half an hour.” 

“So maybe it’s time to get up off the bed, get dressed and nut up Winchester.” Claire said. At that comment Dean looked over and glared at her. “What? It’s just a suggestion. We don’t know why you’re freaking out so much.”

“Yeah, all you’re doing is asking dad to marry you...again.” Jack said. “Why are you worried?”

“Scared he’ll say no?” Claire asked with a snort. Once again Dean just glared at her. “God, I think I preferred it when you used to cry over cowboy films.” She added, grabbing a handful of cereal and swiftly exiting the room. “Just man up!” she added loudly as she stomped down the hall. 

“She might have a point, dad. Please don’t ground me for agreeing with Claire.” Jack said quickly. 

Several hours later Dean, Claire, Jack, Sam and Eileen were all standing in the arrival lounge waiting for Cas to appear. Dean’s heart was hammering violently against his chest and he’d already thrown up twice. Claire and Jack held up a sign saying ‘Welcome Home Pops’. It was a bit frayed and battered as it was the same sign they brought with everytime they picked up Cas from the airport but it had become something of a family tradition. While Dean bounced nervously from foot to foot, Eileen rubbed soothingly on his back. 

“It’ll be great Dean, stop freaking out.” She said. 

I think I’m going to throw up again Dean signed to her. 

“You’re not going to throw up. Just calm the f...hell down.” Sam said with a roll of his eyes. “At least you’re sober this time and not on a boat.”

“Please don’t talk about the boat, I’m trying really hard to not throw up right now.” Dean muttered. He focused on breathing and out, all the while keeping an eye on the arrivals board. Cas’ plane had landed ten minutes prior. He’d be here any-

“There he is!” Claire called out, waving her free hand frantically. Dean’s head snapped from the board to where Cas was walking towards them, a huge smile on his face when he saw everyone. Before he had time to freak out even more so, Dean hurried over to Cas and threw his arms around him. All the while thankful to Eileen for shoving several pieces of gum in his hand after he’d finished throwing up. 

“God I’ve missed you.” Cas said as he hugged Dean. “Are you ok? You look a bit pale.”

“I’m fine. Fine.” Dean said quickly. “I’ve just really missed you too. Look, the whole rabble his here!” he added, guiding Cas over to where the others were waiting for him. Claire and Jack raced over, hugging their dads tightly as Eileen and Sam grinned. Sneakily, Sam was already video calling Gabriel so he could witness what was about to happen. 

“I can’t wait to get home and just spend the whole weekend with you all.” Cas said. “Shall we head back, grab some dinner? Sam, Eileen do you want to join us?”

“Hold up Cas...there’s something I need to do first.” Dean said, he needed to do this now before he chickened out completely. Covertly, Claire pulled her phone out and started to record.

“What’s going on?” Cas asked, his brow furrowing. 

“Um...Cas, I love you. I know that it’s been a real crazy couple of months. Especially with Team Parent Trap and their crazy plans but I love you. I loved you when we first met and I love you even more now.” Dean stammered out, coughing ever so slightly with nerves. “So Cas...um…” Dean said as he lowered down onto one knee. 

“Dean, are you trying to propose right now in the middle of an airport?” Cas asked. Dean stared up at him with a terrified look on his face. 

“Oh god, it’s too soon isn’t it? That’s what you’re going to say. It’s too soon and you spend your weeks in Washington and-”

“Dean Winchester, of course I want to marry you, you idiot.” Cas said, sighing with exasperation. “That’s why I was going to propose...tonight...at dinner.”

“Wow...and you called us morons for switching places.” Jack said while Claire just howled with laughter. 

“Wait.” Dean said. He was still down on one knee, now just looking up at Cas with a bewildered expression. “You were planning on proposing tonight?”

“Yes Dean, I was.” Cas said, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.

“You know, maybe you two should have actually talked about this before. This probably wouldn’t be happening.” Sam suggested. Next to him Eileen was having to hold her side while she laughed.

“Oh yeah, and ruin a surprise engagement Sammy. Dumbass.” Dean shot over to his brother. 

“This is amazing.” Claire said, holding up her phone. “I’m so glad I’m filming this car crash. This is going on TikTok.”

“Ok I’m getting up now.” Dean said with a laugh as Cas held out a hand to help him up. “I can’t believe how badly this is going.” He added with a shake of his head. “Cas, I know this really hasn’t been too long and we saw each other again because our kids were idiots-”

“Hey!” Claire and Jack yelled out. 

“Shut up, I’m trying to propose here! Castiel Novak, will you marry me? Again”

“Yes, yes I will. Dean Winchester, will you marry me again?”

“Sure, go on then.” Dean said with a grin. He pulled Cas in for a kiss as several onlookers clapped and cheered. “As badly as this went it was still better than the first proposal.”

“Let’s try and not have any more ok? It’s just you and me, now and forever.”

“Hey!” Claire and Jack yelled for the second time. 

“Ok, just you, me and the kids. Forever.”

“I don’t know Cas, forever is a really long.”

“Dean Winchester, you infuriate me.” Cas said with a groan. Dean just laughed and pulled him for yet another kiss. 

“Yeah but you love me.”

“I do...I really do.”

[skylyknightly]

Brother!?

I shouldn’t feel like this, for gods sake he’s my brother!  Maybe not biologically but this...this is so wrong but why does it feel so fucking right?  Damn you Jack Mercer, Damn you to hell where we’re both going after tonight! Walking into the house I’ve come to know as home I tug my friend Manda in while looking around to see if anyone was home-thankfully it didn’t look like it.  “Looks like we’re good, you won’t have to worry about Bobby being a creep today.”  Sighing in relief Manda stepped in behind her best friend and looks around blinking slowly and raises an eyebrow. “Wow you weren’t kidding, the place looks like a little old lady lives here, but I’m sure she’s sweet if she’s changed your nasty attitude.” Grinning, Manda nudges her friend and walks around the house slowly as Krystal sighs softly and tugs off her jacket and lays it up on the hook before following after her friend.  “If you’re trying to look for a drink or something you’re in the wrong place.” Krystal leans against the doorframe to the kitchen while watching Manda, who is looking at her brother's pictures that are hanging up on the wall.  Manda grins when she stops on Jack and looks over at Krystal and winks, “Hey if he wasn’t your brother I would definitely shoot my shot with Jackie Kryss, he’s yummy on a different level.  You’re so lucky, all I have at home is my parents and my older sister.  Not as exciting.”  Manda walks over and grabs a water from the fridge and sits up on the kitchen counter watching Krystal expectedly.  “Sooo when are you going to tell me what happened between you and said brother?  Everytime I ask you turn bright red and try and change the topic.”  Krystal chokes a tiny bit form the water she just so happened to start to chug and she groans as she bangs on her chest to stop herself from coughing and looks away from her friend.  “I-I guess now….you’re such an asshole Manda. So my night started off fine…” Walking home from that house party probably wasn’t the best idea but whoever said I was smart was a liar.  I toss the cigarette I was inhaling when I finally got back to the house and kicked some snow onto it so Evelyn doesn’t see, she’d kill me if she found out I picked up their bad habits.  Woops.  I nudge the back door open and poke my head in looking around before sliidng inside and kicking my boots off by the door and almost trip on them in the process.  Giggling like an idiot I shed my jacket off and toss it on the back of one of the hooks and trudge my way upstairs, messing with my hair to make it seem like I was asleep.  With a face of barely-there- makeup.  And maybe some normal clothes that you don’t just sleep in.  now that I think about it the only one that’d fall for it would probably be Angel, the guy’s barely here.  I roll my eyes and sneak down the hall after making it upstairs and slide into my room and gently shut the door. Weird, why does my room smell like marijuana and cologne?

All jack wanted to do when he got home was have a beer, a cig, and a good rub off seeing as he can’t ever bring a girl home because of the guys.  Sighing to himself, Jack walks into his room and plops down on his bed and rubs a hand over his face rubbing away the insecurities that keep popping into his head every second of every minute.  He sheds off his jacket and shirt while he opens the little mini fridge next to his bed and grabs one of the beers Bobby left for him for his birthday that was last week and cracks it open.  Taking a long swing from it he lays back on his bed and kicks off his boots and looks around the room, fingering the can he lays his head back on his pillows and tugs his belt buckle loose and stares up at the ceiling.  Krystal’s been sneaking out a lot lately, wonder if she was able to get a guy before he was able to even get a girl to look at him.  She’s pretty so it wouldn’t really surprise him if that’s why she’s been gone.  He’s just hoping she doesn’t sneak out for the same exact reasons he used to.  Shivering at the thought, Jack finishes off his beer and lets it roll out of his hand as he shimmies his cock out of his boxers, wincing at the coldness of his room.  Why he keeps forgetting to tell Evelyn about the broken window is beyond him.  “Fuck…”  Jack whispers as he runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum over it as he catches his bottom lip between his teeth and shuts his eyes.  After a few minutes of teasing himself he grips the shaft of his cock and slowly starts pumping it as he lays his arm over his eyes, letting out soft pants every once in a while.

I turn around after being confused about the smell of my room and completely freeze up for a moment.  I am DEFINETLY not in my room.  The first immediate thing I see is Jack, MY ADOPTED BROTHER, his cock in his hand and letting out the most adorable pants i've ever heard.  Nibbling on my lip softly I sneak over to the side of his bed and tilt my head watching him for a second before slowly kneeling down next to him, getting eye level with his cock.  Glancing over at his face I grin a tiny bit and quickly take his hand off his cock and lean over it, engulfing it in my mouth while letting out a little moan at the taste.  He taste so good, better than the honey glaze he puts on the damn ham we have during christmas.  

Jack rips his arm from his eyes and stares down at Krystal taking his cock in her mouth and immediately grabs her hair on her head and twitches biting on his lip hard to keep in a loud moan that was threatening to come out.  Krystal glances over at Jack and moans around his cock when he grabs at her hair, obviously thinking he likes it she slides up onto the bed, keeping his cock in her mouth, and starts going for it.  She’s running her tongue up the underside of his cock, fisting what she can’t fit in her mouth and using her other hand to slide down her own body and running her finger over her clothed clit under her skirt and moans softly around his cock again.  Jack juts an eye open and nearly bursts at the sight of her playing with herself as she’s going to town on his cock.  She’s actually enjoying this?  With a burst of rare confidence he nudges her from his cock and quickly grabs her by her arms and tugs her up a little and slides down and tugs down her panties as he becomes eye level with her dripping sweetnes.  He licks his lips and looks up at her as he leans up a little running his tongue over her opening and rolls his eyes at the taste.  “Ja-Jackie!”  Krystal grabs a fistful of his hair and throws her head back letting out a soft moan that coaxes him to slide his whole tongue into her.  Jack tugs her down onto his face more as he rubs his nose against her clit and lapping at the inside of her walls.  “ T-too hot, FUck Jackie too hot please!” Krystal tugs off her shirt and tosses it away from her and looks down at him whimpering softly as she starts to fidget above him and yelps gripping his hair tighter as Jack’s met with her ecstasy filled end, he laps it all up as he kisses her clit softly and grins up at her sliding out from under her and sits up holding her down into his lap and tilts his head to the side. “What caused all this to happen?”  Krystal whimpers shrugging a little and tugs at her bra getting it off and slides her arms around his neck, “I-I don’t know or care just fucking kiss me.”  Tugging him to her she smushes her lips against his, tasting herself on him as they both groan in usion.  Jack quickly slides the zipper to her skirt down and tugs it down off her legs and tosses it away as he gets up off the bed, effectively breaking the kiss and tugs his jeans and boxers down freeing his cock completely.  He then leans over to the nightstand and grabs a packet for a condom and rips it open before Krystal snatches it from him and tosses it away. “Hey what the hell was that for?”  She rolls her eyes up at him and kneels up on the bed and tilts her head staring up at him with a small pout, “I’m on the pill, trust me.  I’m not getting pregnant anytime soon Jackie so just quit fooling around and fuck me already.”  Krystal nibbles on her lip for a second before flipping over onto her stomach and nudges her hips up into the air and looks over her shoulder up at him as he stares at her backside for a moment, appreciating the view of her bending over and presenting her beautiful sex to him and slides her panties down. 

Jack steps closer to her holding his cock in his hand and slides it into her folds, hisisng softly he grips her hips tightly squeezing his eyes shut and grins a tiny bit when Krystal shoves her face down into his bed letting out a loud squeak.  Jack stands still behind her for a few moments so she can get accustomed to his cock before he proceeds to move his hips.  “You’re so soft and tight, sh-shit Kryss.”  Groaning low Jack bows his head and squeezes her hips tightly thrusting deep inside her and starts to quicken his pace.  “J-Jack fuck! Y-you feel so gmmgood! Pl-please go faster, I-I can take it!” Krystal looks over her shoulder at him tearing up a little and whimpering softly.  Jack nearly cums as he looks her in the eyes and hisses a little gripping her hips tighter before thrusting faster.  The action makes her roll her eyes back and bite her lip muffling a loud moan and keeps her head back moving her hips back against him when he thrusts into her.  After a few moments Jack grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her bcak up against his chest and starts thrusting into her at the new angle.  He leans into her ear kissing it softly and groaning low into it lightly. “Fuck princess your squeezing my cock so tightly, I feel like you’re about to cum, are you?  Well kryssy?  You going to cum for your adopted brother? C’mon princess, cum for me.”  sliding a hand that was holding her hip down to her clit he starts rubbing figure eights on it quickly drawing her to her orgasm.  Krystal squeaks softly reaching back grabbing Jacks hair and bucks against his cock and his fingers.  “J-JAck!”  With a shout, Krystal clenches as she rides through her release on Jack’s cock.  Jack praises her gently as he continues to thrust inside her and thrusts up deep holding her down against his cock letting himself cum inside her as he buries his face in her hair panting softly.  After a few moments when he’s finished, Jack lays them both down on his bed gently and holds her into his side keeping his face in her hair and mumbles softly, “Kryss...dunno if it’s stupid to say it now but...I do love you, more than sibling such…”  Giggling softly Krystal shimmies around and looks up at him trailing her fingers over his chest lightly, “I love you too Jackie...and it isn’t too late.”

Manda stares at her friend wide eyed and throws the empty water bottle at her and jumps down off the counter racing over and hugs her tightly, “oh my fucking god Kryss that’s the sweetest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life!”  Krystal hugs her friend lightly giggling into her shoulder, Yeah, definitely the hottest thing she’s ever done in her life.

[ilikelookingatthings]

Is Adrien cursed?

So...anyone feeling like Adrien is cursed because everytime he tries to do something based on his feelings he is punished for it? and I don’t mean the romantic ones.

The dude wanted to experience a birthday party for once in his life. It got his best friend banned from the house, akumatized, al the adults kidnapped. and he tried experiencing the party a little longer instead of transforming and realized that was selfish because his best friend was a akuma and everyone was held hostage.

He wants to sped time with his dad on the first christmas without his mom and he understandably gets upset and runs off. He stops himself from catacysming a tre instead hitting a poster. they got stuck out in the cold and plagg was cheeseless. but then just when he hit some luck. talking to a kind old santa claus who helped inspire him about his problems who gave him a ride home. it turned out his dad was a dick to the santa, Ladybug had jumped to conclusions and refused to listen to him that the santa wasnt a akuma and attacked the kind man on adrien’s behalf. which then caused that kid ma to become a akuma.

though a positive was everyone who was trouble was allowed to stay over and his dad had a real talk with him.

His outing with his friends are often canceled last minute by his dad like in glacatiour.

He invited nino out to the wax musuem.both alya and mari tag along but alya and nino ditch adrien and mari ran from adrien and adrien doesnt know what he did wrong and his friends aren’t helping. then he tries a trick to cheer mari up likewhat plagg does and ended up embarrassing mari even if mari tried to fib her way out of that. and he opens up on a rare occasion about the girl he likes who doesnt like his jokes to marinette and mari isobviously distressed again and leaves.

Adrien wants to see his mom’s movie and his dad canceled. yet due to a perfume add he was tracked down by fans. he got his friend mari embarrassed because she was helping hi in pajamas. and he was almost died jumping off a building.

He trieds the advice of changing targets before he was ready with kagami before and we know he ended up asking his crush for help and is helping push her toward luka.

He tries to be mature and understanding of his dad’s happyness if nathalie and gabriel are a couple by giving his blessig and it made his dad made and we know it distracted his dad from telling him about the mom.

Adrien takes the kwami book for research. It gets stolen by lila. then ladybug. he tried to deal with lila as a civilian because he had a idea but ladybug escalated the situation. hhen when he tranformed into chat to do his job ladybug got convinced he was kidnapped and almost doomed paris over a illusion him. all because he wanted to talk super heros with the new girl. and then ladybug is the one who tkes the book to master fu and finds out all this context whie he’s left in the dark(probaby to not risk they figuring out eachothers identities due to the book). but he was taken out of school for a while.

He joins a gamer tournament. Max gets akumatized and adrien gives up his place in the tournament when mari tried giving her to max because adrien admired mari’s skills. even though as talented as mari was she only joined bcause she wanted to have a excuse to train with adrien one on one.

He tried to tactically and in a unofenvive manner get theo to think  chat and ladybug were a thing to give up on ladybug out of jealousy(which was wrong becaus ladybug and chat aren’t a thing and it was lying and not chat’s jjob to turn people away). but you have to admit that chat’s way of dealing with it had tact especially compared to certain tactics other jealous people use. but then he dealt with everyone believing he could be a criminal and he couldnt handle a akuma by himself at all aand then ladybug saying the real chat wouldnt love her. proof ladybug hadn’t been taking any of his flrting seriously(and I like this episode alot because he did wrong and got karma but I do think it fits into the catagory).

He snuck out with kagami in desperada to have fun and tried to liv up to being chosen by ladybug as adrien. but it resulted him stuck in a loop for more than 1000 tries. failing to save her til he gave up. and her having very different reactions to his jokes.

He has terrible timing trying to stand up for his right to have emotions and that he desereves better treatment and should be let in on more things. things that are progress that he doesnt get to do often as adrien. but has really bad timing during akuma attacks as chat. like in glacatiour, or siren ect.

dude has fun modeling his talent friend’s hat? he gets turned into a gold statue and plagg makes up a lie that makes chat sound incompetant for why plagg wasnt with chat to ladybug.

Adrien trries dancing with marinette at chloe’s party one time and it gets chloe angry enough to lash out at her butler, cause a akuma. and he almost catacylsms ladybug.

Chat tried to confess to ladybug in darkcupid. he gets hit with a arrow, says mean stuff to her, almost cataclysms her. doesnt get to confess and he doesnt even find out he was kissed until ages later from a interviewer.

He tries to be understanding to his cousin but his cousin blamed him for not going to the funeral when it ws gabriel who didn’t let him go. and Felix deletes the nice videos hat adrien never gets to see, and then pretends to be him and is cruel enough to his friends it caused  a few of themto lose complete faith in him. and three got akumatized. and his cousin messed with ladybug and tried to make a deal with hawkmoth.

Adrien tried to be understand toward new girl lila and thats backfired ALOT.

He wants to make a relationship work in chat blanc after finding out ladybug is mari and she likes him and it resulted in his dad bullying mari into breaking up with him, his identity being found out when she almost got akumatized. and he accidentally destroyed the world when he was conflicted about helping his dad save his mom or taking down his dad who went too far to save the mom and lost himself. and he was stuck alone for ages and then wiped from time.

tris watching a race with friends he gets absorbed by timetagger.

He snuck on a trip to go to a fieldtrip to London with his friends. a akuma snuck on and got everyone sent to space which would get his dad even more over protective.

Adrien and kagami and mari had a good time together and he wanted to hang with them as friend together with some icecream. Not realizing Mari would over think the icecream part and try to put them together when she wasnt ready to. enough that she got distracted by them and lead hawkmoth to fu unintentionally. if adrien and kagami hadn’t been close mari wouldn’t have been distracted so the guardian wouldn’t have left. and he had been encouraged to try to movie on and find someone actually interested.

like the dude’s dad is a villian and his mom is in a magical coma and his side job is stoppng his dad from finding a way to wake her up.

gets a party with just the boys at the house and a whole bunch of stuff happened.

Biggest situation was the new york special. Adrien only wanted to spend a few days with his friends on this trip in New York. He agrees to watch over Paris while ladybug is gone just to find out he can go on the trip. He was honestly considering not going because he didn’t want ti disapoint ladybug until plagg convinced him that adrien could go. all he’d have to do is watch the app and fly to Paris while notifying her. Plagg didn’t even convince adrien to just tell her and that she wouldnt be disappointed.

then Mari doesn’t want to sit next to him despite him being excited to hang with her. He gets trapped so it unable to go to Paris in time. Ladybug told him that she can’t trust him anymore due to him leaving Paris. this got him distracted enough he was thrown and catacsymed a girl. the adults rip into him telling him he doesn’t deserve the miraculous. Him leaving and not notifying ladybug meant the damage in Paris couldn’t be reversed. and he gave up his miraculous.. and was then told he had to go back to Paris by his dad.

Like the dude just wanted to go to New York with his friends but it felt like alot of bad stuff happened because he went and he felt shamed or selfish for wanting to go when you consider everything that happened.

Like its just really interesting though process to think about.

makes me think of how when adrien helped fu in origins he was caught and taken from the school

[konpithepuppy]

[TRANSLATION: POTATO 01.2021]

7 MEN SAMURAI CROSSTALK AND SOLO INTERVIEW

Scans not mine

May not be 100% accurate

Feel free to correct me, thanks

Konno Taiki x Sugeta Rinne x Sasaki Taiko

I don't like the cold clothes I wear during winter mornings

Sugeta: Winter things like kotatsu and oranges...the number of times nabe is on the dinner table has increased, right?

Konno: In our home, we either have kimchi nabe or curry nabe.

Sugeta: In our house, my younger brother is bad with spicy food so we don't have kimchi. Even though kimchi is not that spicy. The staple in our house is the nabe where you eat the meat with ponzu.

Sasaki: That's mizutaki. Oyster nabe is delicious too. But, our family is on the oden side.

Konno: This is a winter thing that is personal, during winter, since I wear long trousers when I sleep, I feel hot after. Once in a while, I unconsciously take it off.

Sugeta: Why don't you just wear shorts from the start?

Konno: That's bad. I always insert my legs into the comforter when I sleep. In doing so, half of my body is under the comforter, and the other half is out of the comforter.

Sasaki: I understand, I understand! LOL in doing that, you'll get just the right temperature.

Konno: I feel at ease with that position.

Sugeta: I also have a thing that I do in winter. Until around 2 years ago, I go to sleep wearing my everyday clothes.

Sasaki: Then you're gonna wear that the next day too?

Sugeta: I will wear the washed clothes after taking a bath and I'll go out with those clothes the next day. In winter, the clothes we wear feels cold, right? Like jeans and such. I don't like wearing those for that period.

Konno: I don't like it too. I heat my pants in the dryer first before wearing it.

Sasaki: I also remembered something. During my elementary days, I go to sleep wearing a warm innerwear and tights the day before my morning training. It's a situation where you just have to wear a t-shirt and pants on top LOL.

Sugeta: Everyone is sensitive to cold LOL. Thinking of being compatible like kotatsu and orange, who do we think are best combinations in Johnny's?

Sasaki: This is a victory of Kishi Yuta-kun and Sato Shori-kun. I think they are really good friends. Their conversations are interesting too.

Sugeta: Tsukada (Ryoichi)-kun and Goseki (Koichi)-kun who do "cafe au lait brothers" in radio. The coffee is Tsukada-kun and the milk is Goseki-kun. They tried letting them do that and it trended in SNS.

Konno: Rinne is wandering looking for a partner for combination, right? LOL Your combi (combination/partner) right now is (Takahashi) Yuuto, am I right?

Sugeta: Yuutorin. I have other combinations too, but now this is my combi.

Konno: I give my support to Yuutorin. Since I want you to go for it LOL.

Sugeta: Thank you. Well then, I will desperately get involved with Yuuto LOL. (Desperately following/talking/hanging out with Yuuto)

Konno: Which reminds me of the Johnny's Island last 2019, (Iwasaki) Taisho and Taiko keep following Nagase-kun. His face looked so heavy.

Sasaki: We asked for favors and also got clothes from him! He treated us to yakiniku too.

Sugeta: Because if he didn't do those, he will be followed!

Sasaki: Because that's what Nagase-kun wanted.

Sugeta: He totally didn't want that! LOL

Sasaki: The people who we are following, they all want to be followed LOL. This has a strategy the same with love. First, we will bother that person, then we will do nothing next. In doing that, everyone will end up wanting to be followed. They will be happy when we follow them!

Konno: You mean you two exhaust those people who like to be followed LOL.

Motodaka Katsuki x Nakamura Reia x Yabana Rei

We walk alone in the middle of illumination LOL

Nakamura: Before sleeping during winter, I stay first under the kotatsu before lying down on my bed. Since it is cold to enter the comforter at once. But I cannot get out from the kotatsu since it is so warm so I end up sluggishly staying there.

Motodaka: I understand. In winter, we can't leave from a cozy place.

Yabana: And when you lie down on the bed and fall asleep, you cannot get out from it in the morning LOL. You'll say like "I want to sleep in this warm place forever"

Motodaka: It is a thing in winter.

Nakamura: I think the feeling of wanting to have a heart warming love is also a thing in winter.

Yabana: I understand~ there are now more love songs in the songs that [I] listen to. Also, the illuminations in streets are pretty around this time, right? That also accelerates the feeling of wanting to fall in love, right? LOL

Motodaka: The vicinity of places like Imperial Theatre is pretty. But it is full of couples.

Nakamura: Meanwhile, we are trudging going back and forth to Imperial Theatre LOL.

Yabana: Yeah yeah. I am thinking "why are you flirting out there" and I am learning the dirt in my heart LOL...let's change the topic because I'm becoming sad LOL.

Motodaka: I wonder if nabe is a winter staple, I had a burishabu which I made yesterday too.

Nakamura: Nabe, that sounds good. I like motsunabe. Tripe and guts portions of various types of meat make good impact that makes me want to eat it.

Yabana: As for me, what I want to eat right now is tsuufuu (gout) nabe.

Motodaka: You'll only put ingredients rich in what we call "purines", right?

Yabana: Yeah. Since I have woken up to the tastiness of shirako recently, I'm thinking of dropping those [to the pot] in large quantity then I want to eat those.

Nakamura: But that might be kinda difficult to eat during a date LOL.

Yabana: But on the contrary, I will be happy if we could together say "this is delicious" and have them.

Motodaka: A person who matches with your fave food. Certainly, that is important.

Nakamura: ...ha~ I want to fall in love LOL.

Yabana: In the end, that's the conclusion you came up with LOL. Other than food, what do you think are the other important things for compatibility?

Nakamaru: I'll be happy if our hobbies match to an extent. Or perhaps I should say that a person who won't get mad at me even if all I do is playing games would be nice LOL.

Yabana: For me, of course I will be happy if our hobby in music match, but I am not thinking that I want to force things to her. Rather, my partner being my partner, I want her to do the things she like.

Nakamura: Ah, that's nice. Having a partner who you both can spend your own pace might have the best compatibility [lit. most compatible] after all.

Motodaka: It's nice to share the same hobby but we don't want to force things, right? By the way, who would you label as the best combination that has the same level as the combination of kotatsu and oranges?

Yabana: I would give it to Uchi (Hiroko)-kun and Ishigaki (Daisuke)-kun. They have really good vibes.

Nakamura: They give the feeling of being "adult companions," combination, right? I, after all, like the combination of Nakajima Kento-kun and Kikuchi Fuma-kun.

Motodaka: I will say "I like that combination too" but I think everyone in our generation loves that combination.

Nakamura: "fumaken" is the strongest theory!

Motodaka: No objections!

Q. What do you want to ask from Santa?

Konno: I like accessories and clothes so I want for Santa to buy me those. I also want a bag. The clothes are in range of black color. Please understand my preferences and give me set of outfits that would last for a lifetime.

Sugeta: Ueda (Tatsuya)-Santa-san, I want a wallet. When I told about this to him the other day, I have been rejected by him replying "Are you a girl!?" LOL but I am waiting ❤ A new one or a hand me down from Ueda-kun is fine with me.

Sasaki: Please give me a lot. I ask for this every year but a lot with a wide space where you can build a mansion (condominium building) would be nice. With that, I want to study economics. If you like, shall I ask a land with a mansion (condominium building)? LOL.

Yabana: I want to be B'z-san's support member. I am going pratice like hell! When I watch B'z-san's live streaming, I once again thought that bass is cool. I am okay with recording only one song too!

Motodaka: I want a huge tuna LOL. Please leave it on my bedside on Christmas morning LOL. I think it is going to be fishy but my happiness wins so I will use it as a body pillow.

Nakamura: Since I buy that I like on my own, I don't need a thing. Because our stage play is starting so we are going to be busy everyday, I ask for a time in day where all of us [7 MEN 侍 members] can go to onsen to have fun ⭐

Recent Happening

Konno: Talking about the recent stage play 「The Happy Prince」where you only express using words, I challenged a performance that is more difficult than what I normally do. I think I was able to grow and it became a big experience for me. Since it has ended, I want to not neglect my body for it not to collapse. For that sake, I am sleeping a lot! LOL

Sugeta: I went to eat beef cutlets with Ukisho (Hidaka)-kun and Taisho. It was delicious and I had fun 🎶 Acutally on that day, Konpi also planned to go with us, when reached until the front of the restaurant, he suddenly went home for some reason. That is a mystery! LOL

Sasaki: I am attending driving school. I even passed the exam for temporary license. Since I am bad with travelling by train, it would be nice if I can travel by private car. Once I get my license, I have already decided which car to buy someday. Since I heard that that car looks cool and easy to ride.

Yabana: In this time's live of Uchi-kun, I was able to take part in the production more than the usual. The production reflected in my suggestion "How about doing stronger phrase in in the intro?" I could think "I did a band!"

Motodaka: In the dressing room for the stage play 「The Happy Prince 」(the play ended), Konpi (Konno) was watching many times the video of a person who is talking on the phone while riding on the vibrating diet machine and he laughed over the video. I was laughing everytime [he was watching the video] because Konpi's reaction was funny LOL.

Reia: Since I suddenly had a free time, I unexpectedly went to a dinosaur museum. I have always liked dinosaurs, I got excited just by seeing the bones that are displayed. Dinosaurs are dreamy after all. I want to find time to go there again.

[jojoreadwhat]

christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams. / honey & smoke - m.h. x OFC story

- One Week Later: Winter Break

Lucy's POV.

A White Christmas in White Plains. Running on two hours of sleep as the night before when my brother stayed in my room. Watching Christmas shows and singing along to all the carols. Anxiously waiting but falling asleep before we could hear the thuds of the sleigh on our rooftop. Hoping to hear the goodbyes of the bells jingling as Santa went on with his tight schedule.

Only to be woken up by my enthusiastic mother, her emerald green eyes shining like the green lights hanging in our living room. My eyes meeting the grays of outside. My nose meeting the tickle of her peppermint tea. Tenderly nudging us awake as Christmas had finally arrived. My dad peering into the room as his big arms wrapped around me. Scooping me up from my snug bed, my mother pulling Eric by the hand as the child in her led us to the excitement around the tree.

The ivory colored living room glistened in a parade of different colors. Red, green, pink and blue draped along the ceiling. Paper snowflakes, oddly shaped from my brother and I hanging from the ropes. Tinsel swirled in between, smiling at the reminisce of watching my mom and dad struggling to hang it all over the day after Thanksgiving.

Standing tall with five points in gold shining on the top to guide us home like the North Star. The multi-colored evergreen tree was adorned with different ornaments all over from when we decorated it the night before. Strings of colored beads and garlands hugging around it. Watching as the Lionel toy train road choo-chooed around the track on the snow-like tree skirt.

Exuberance running high. Oh's and ah's coming from Eric and I's jumpy voices as we opened all the things from our letters to Santa. Beaming from ear to ear as we talked the night before of all the things we hoped for. Were being eagerly unwrapped from pretty patterned paper.

I sat in front of the fireplace, my feet pretzel legged under me. In the new footies I got the night before. Patterned with unicorns and rainbows. Eric assumptions being right as I brushed the hair of my Lil Miss Magic. Watching the brush turn her from pink to purple to blonde in seconds. In a daze that it was in my hands in the first place.

Listening to the synthetic sounds of Eric's blue Gameboy that he asked for all year. Giggling as he lost to his game of Pokemon. Stuffing our faces with the fresh baked goods Santa failed to finish.

Looking over at my dad in his red flannel pajamas, complimented with a Santa hat to match his slight grey beard. Nodding off on the couch every once in a while, as early mornings caught up with him. Only for them to be woken up when my mother came in from the kitchen. The aroma from the pineapple glazed ham followed her from being prepared for dinner.

Taking a seat next to my dad, watching as the couch sunk as she relaxed. I found myself admiring my mom. Looking so pretty. Her long dark chocolate hair, hanging over her shoulder blade. Wearing this red long silky nightgown with a chunky white knit duster. Her smile glistening with the silver and golds in the room. Just before her lips met the brim of her oversized purple mug. Indulging in it all as we found Christmas to be our favorite holiday.

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The resemblance of the gray overcast back home, peered through the windows in London. I woke up with that memory playing out in my mind. Closing my blue eyes as it clashed with the gray. Only to go back to remembering fifteen years ago like it was yesterday.

From the glowing excitement of our abundance of gifts and treats. How my brother let take a turn on his scooter that my mom gave up on telling him not to ride in the house. My heart beating so fast as I road around the couch. Feeling my heart suddenly warm up when my dad intertwined his fingers with hers. Muttering little 'I love you's' and sharing a kiss or two as the joy overlaid.

It was the first lesson I was giving in love. How it should feel, what it should look like. That you didn't need to just love one thing as everything around went and you felt it all at once. As long as that same warm feeling progressed inside you each time, you were in love.

I was beginning to feel this warmth again as chills overwhelmed the exposed skin where Matty's duvet missed.

I would've never known that one slipping glance and a misstep into a pool would land me here. Land me falling ever so hard into the depths of Matty. Completely symmetrical as he was so much more than just this boy persuading a mystery. A boy of rare perception when he spoke, only to realize how misleadingly radiant he was behind his dark disposition.

Focusing on where that gleamed feeling was coming from as he stood peering out the window. His dark chocolate curls slightly lax and napped from his neglect to brush them. Gazing as they frolicked, noticing how they were beginning to meet his shoulders. Shirtless in his famous black jeans below his back dimples. Smiling as I recalled the light pink markings on his back from the night before.

Observing as his muscles danced everytime his hand roused to his mouth. Smoke illuminating from those alluring lips I craved. Colliding with the dark roasted essence swirling into the airwaves from the mug in his hand. I was in awe with his stance. Unaware of my awaken presence in the room as it was my turn to commend.

Disappearing into my arrangement of thoughts. I hadn't realized that Matty had caught a glimpse of me staring till I heard the light clatter of his mug hitting his dresser. Putting out his cigarette in a glass of water.

"Morning," He smiled, then. "Did you sleep well?" As a little hum vibrated through my lips. Tilting my head against the pillow. Watching the rise and fall of his body as he dampened the mattress. Parting my legs with his knees. Crawling till his figuration was poised over me and a hand caressing over my jaw.

He pressed his lips to mine, "Last night was fun." He recalled, my reflecting in my mind as we laid on his bed in the early hours.

Laughing and carrying on as the alcohol consumed and the weed lightened the dark for us. Smoke and wine on our breath, stinging as my lips were still swollen. Eternally glowing down as I looked beyond to the wall that Matty had me pinned to. Remembering how it felt when I was a mess under his tender touch that held me, became raw and potent.

My body being extinguished of any lingering slumber as his lips rejuvenated my senses. Tingling my skin as they trailed down my jaw and to my neck. My lips falling open as they disclosed in a soft whimper sound. Feeling his own form into a heart before his brown eyes met mine.

"Round two, maybe?" He smirked, my cheeks mixing crimson on a empty palette. I sighed, longing for the matter to build again. Only time was catching up far too quickly.

I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling him slightly weigh into my palm at the touch. "We have to leave soon." I reminded, then. Today being the day I'd bring Matty home for all my family to meet. Soon stepping foot into New York on Christmas Eve.

I watched Matty's eyes fleet to the red lit clock, till they deviously meet mine. Settling my hands on his broad shoulders. Flipping him to where I straddled his frame, his bewilderment getting the best of him. Feeling him rising under my ache, his hands resting to my waist.

"I believe we've got enough time." He said, peering up at me with a smirk. Moving one of his hands to the exposed skin of my thigh beneath the sheet I gathered. Becoming a canvas under his finger as he made little infinities, even marking me with an 'M'. It's simplicity nearing me to let it all happen and unravel.

I sighed, "No we don't." Tracing the embracing hands of the tattoo on his chest. "Why's that?" He questioned, tugging at the blanket slightly.

My blue eyes turning pure glass as they looked back him. Biting my lip at the thoughts that cascaded through my mind in that moment, "Because" I began, my hands trailing down his chest to his navel. My selfish need getting the best of me as I gently rested on him. "There's not enough time for what I'd like to do."

Watching his lids fall and brows furrow. His plump lips flat lining as a raspy hum vibrated through them. His eyes rich in golds and browns as the glared at me, my body jolting over him as he sat up. His lips not even centimeters away, feeling the warmth of his breath.

"Your dad is not going to like this corruption I've caused." He smiled before pressing those lips to mine. Giggling in between collisions, wrapping my arms around his neck. Tangling my fingers into his hair, before I brought my eyes to his, fixing the disarray. "He's not going to like that I enjoy it." I smirked. Feeling chill against my chest as Matty slipped open my sheet, using it to pull me closer to him. "Now, let's get ready before I purposely make time."

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Matty's POV.

I sat anxiously on the edge of my seat during the flight. Unfamiliarly nervous as it wasn't the idea of being up astronomically in height. Instead when I would be taking two feet onto the unknown grounds of New York. Doing so many things in my twenty-five year life-span. Not once thinking that meeting the family of a girl I was falling amicably for. Would have me in such a rut, mentally rehearsing how to even say 'hello' and not sound ludicrous.

I was charming needless to say as I yield at the bombarding sounds of my own horn. I got along with many, all different types of people as I clinged to others so easily. Feeding the idea of attention I loved and wanted others to devour.

Specially with mothers as my mystic, dark persona had them wishing they were eighteen again. Truly living the idea of the bad boy image they only imagined. One sided as the fathers were never much of a fan because I reminded them of themselves. Leisurely taking hearts and moving on to the next when the sound became to familiar.

That was an old retrospect of me. Sure I wore the same leather jacket, paraded in metal, grunge band shirts. Smoked like a chimney and liked lying in the wonders of a woman. All still potent on the exterior as the interior was becoming a bit more velvet. Finding this comfortable closeness with another, enjoying the beat of the eternal drum that played on.

I looked over at this walk of life I crossed paths with. Her Buddy Holly glasses resting on the brim of her nose. Sitting comfortably with her tight covered legs under her jean shorts crossed over the other. Smiling at the loose green and white flannel she fished out of my closet that fit her perfectly. Complimenting the Jane Austen lithographic shirt tucked in. A book in her lap as her eyes grazed upon the lines, waiting as she silently thought unaware.

Lucy was implementing a part of me that did not see the light of day before the night I met her. Never in a million thinking I'd be flying across the pond. Looking for approval of the ones who brought up this, so extraordinarily unreal human. Situated so calmly as she already found acceptance when she found the same closure in me.

I brushed back the dark loose hairs falling from her messy bun, slipping them behind her ear. Derailing her from her oblivion till her eyes met mine, perfectly lined with a point at the end. Shined in bright blues with gold around her pupil. Squinting a bit as her cheeks rose with the curl of her lightly coral lips.

"Hey," She greeted, closing the book she folded the page to. Bringing her little hand over my hand on the arm rest. "We're almost there." I replied, then. Watching as she tried to mask a big smile, failing terribly but ever so sweet.

++

When we arrived to the airport, we were immersed into the heavy crowd. Observing all the ricocheting sounds and all the gatherings. Seeing all the families being brought into light, hugging tight as some just arrived like Lucy and I. Some also heading out to another place from here, thinking about how I almost would've been like the ones left behind. Feeling the rush of the holidays as they all wanted to settle in the glowing rafts of home.

Lucy being one of them as eagerly pulled me along. Her hand intertwined with mine as she led. Scanning impatiently for the two people she was longing to see. "Where are they?" She questioned, looking behind and past me as she tried covering all her bases.

Only to hear her gasp when she spotted a little sign reading "Sunshine has arrived in the grays of White Plains!" Watching her face light up ironically brighter than the lights in the place. Dropping my hand as she ran her family, trailing behind swiftly as I felt my heart beating uncontrollably.

She leaped into the arms of a tall, slender building of a brunette. Her brother, Eric that I heard nothing but fond memories about. How he showed her her first Smiths record. Saving up money for the complete season of Friends, that she quotes all the time. His light hazel eyes closing as he hoisted her up, evident that he missed her just as much. "Hey there kid!" He greeted, steadily placing her back on the ground.

"Look at you! Have you grown an inch or two?" He began, Lucy sucking in her teeth at the unbelievable recognition. Watching as his bright smile became soft in the sight of me. Diverting our glance as Lucy brought her attention the other man along side Eric, her father.

Lucy talked about how her dad barely has spoken since she has left. Mainly because he was still trucking after twenty years. Finding new places he hadn't seen in his years on the road. Trying to find time to call in as he did so, but she also knew that her being the one away this time. Was just as hard on him as it was on her.

"Hey dad," She croaked a bit, wrapping her arms around the tall man. His beard completely coated peppered around his mouth.

Standing taller than her brother, in light blue denim jacket. His red flannel shirt playing peek-a-boo at the collar, embracing his only little girl in his long, broad arms. "So glad to see you home." His southern accent mixed with New York tongue.

When he migrated up the states when his heart found home with a exciting, city waitress. Tightening his arms once more with a peck on her head before she pulled away. Lucy put her hand into mine, blushing as it became aware she's never brought a boy home.

"Matty, this is my brother Eric and my dad Jerry." She introduced, then. "Guys, this is Matty.. My boyfriend." Sensing my cheeks starting to warm as the words fell from her mouth like she's been practicing. Seeing her face flush as she looked worried I'd protest, but never in the slightest when all I wanted her to do was say it again.

I shook hands with the two gentlemen, firm and strong. Slightly intimidated at any moment I could mess up and they could have my ass. Only to begin to feel relived when Eric flung his arm around my shoulder, "So, my sister says you're in a band?"

++

Lucy's childhood home was very quaint. Dressed up in Christmas lights against the light shade of blue, cascading on the block with a white porch front. Gushing with happy filled memories before you placed your foot on the first step. Nothing compared to the slight mansion of mine back home Cheshire. That lost all of it's fuzzy magic when my parents split.

She had taken me on a tour as we put our luggage in her childhood room. Stories were hanging on the walls, pictures of Lucy, Eric, her mother and father paraded. Listening to Lucy beaming as she told some in passing. Her first time riding a bike at seven. First day of high school. The corgi that use to prance along the wooden floors. All different events that paved Lucy's life, all sharing one thing similar as that same bright smile glistened.

Eventually settling after a slight induce food coma from her dad's home cook meal. I sat on the cream sofa in the olive green living room. String lights dangling from the ceiling, Lucy's fond memories painted clearly as her father and brother tried recreating the arrangement of snowflakes like her mother would.

"Remember when you spilled all the mod podge!" Lucy recalled around the oddly round evergreen as Eric and her continued on traditions of decorating the tree on Christmas Eve. Leaning up onto her tippy toes to hook an ornament near the top. Admiring a little shiny red ball with a tiny fingerprints disguised as snowmen as it twirled on the hook in my hands.

Eric trying to wrap garland around the tree, only to be defeated when he remembered Lucy's summon. "Yeah, and then you put your hand in glitter that took weeks to get off" He remarked, her little angelic laugh bantering as she threw a candy cane at him in protest.

Reminiscing on all the various ornaments that were made when they were kids. Glancing at Lucy who would dance around the tree to all the carols she remembered. In her first gift of night a red and white snowflake pajama set that was slightly too big. Matching the red flannel set that the gentlemen had given me. Pulling me up to help with some of the tall places. Taking her hands into mine as we swayed to the jolly harmonies.

When the tree was lit up, dolled in pretty lights. Overloaded with ornaments and garlands hugging around. Lucy put on a kettle of water for her mother, Emma's famous peppermint tea. Sparsing it between the three of us as her father made an exit to meet some of his pals earlier on. Getting caught up in a game of questions as her brother asked about my band, what I was studying and bonding as we talked Quentin Tarantino films.

He took the last sip of his mug, before letting out a gulping sigh in delight. His hazel eyes trailing as he ran his finger of the rim of the cup. "I miss her a lot." He bluntly stated, Lucy smirking a bit as she grabbed his hand. "Me too. But she's here, always." She reassured when she looked back at the tree. Taking a double glance when she realized her mother's gold star was not placed on the top.

"I'll help you." I exclaimed before she went to explain. Smiling at how I was observant in her flee of thoughts. She went over to the mantel where the star with a string sat. Straightening it out a bit as it was becoming old in age, only to cherished till it couldn't uphold anymore.

With one swift move, I bent down to till I grabbed Lucy's thighs that rested on my shoulders. Watching her little arms outstretch and place the topper, perfectly straight and aligned. Setting her back down on the cricks of the wooden floor.

Eric smiled in awe, "He's a keeper, Lu!" He remarked, walking back in from the kitchen. His cargo tan jacket in hand, "I'm heading to Marco's for some drinks. Want to come?" He offered, then. "They sure miss ya." Adding, placing the jacket on one arm at a time.

"I'd love to, but I'm very tired from my trip." Lucy excused, fixing the collar of his jacket. Eric nodded, "What about you, Matty? I'm sure the guys would love to hear about your music." He asked, smiling lightly at his kind gesture. "I think I'm going to turn in as well. You know, jetlag." I replied, smiling with a nod.

I helped Lucy in the kitchen after her brother left to gallivant. Her running and soaping them up under the warm water. "So, this visit isn't bad after all." She remarked, recalling the days before inching to our flight.

Fabricating different scenarios as to why my appearance would be a havoc. I took the dishes Lucy finished washing over with a cloth to dry and put them on the dish drainer. "It's only been four fours." I reminded.

Leaning my back against the counter as I watched her wipe down the kitchen. She chuckled a bit, smirking at my response. Watching as she gliding the rag around the sink. "My brother offering you out for drinks is a big deal." She replied, draping the rag over the faucet. She stood in front of me, wrapping her little arms around my waist. Planting her head against my chest "Trust me, they like you." She said reassuringly, before leaning up to kiss my chin.

++

Lucy and I retreated to her room. With a faded coat of pink fluorescing off the panels. Old artwork hanging scattered in the mix of transition as she got older. Her love for music progressing with The Beatles to PJ Harvey. Showing off the books that were far too many for her tiny room back in London. Connecting her fascination for a dim room with twinkle lights replicating the ones over the tapestry in her flat.

I lied within the purple sheets of her princess bed. Spooning her to my chest, feeling the hum of her body as it rose and fell steadily. Tracing a bit of her side with my fingertips as the hem of her shirt shifted. Listening to her huff when she aimlessly flipped through the channels. Each every other showing the same Christmas flick.

I went to reach for the remote in her hands when a famously recognizable knock sounded off the TV. Watching the little ginger singsonging to her sister through the door. To come out and build a snowman with her.

"Don't change this!" I insisted as I seen her finger graze the next button. Lucy looked back at me, "You like Frozen?" She questioned, then. Only to answer her back when I picked up from the chorus. Dramatically raising my hand in the air as I sang along.

Mouthing all the words to my favorite scenes and songs. Pressing my lips to her cheek, her neck and leaving her in stitches. Watching as Ana, Kristoff, Olaf and Svan went searching for Elsa to end the icy spell casted over Arendelle.

We lied there as the movie began to near towards the end. Ana turning to ice as she learned the powers she had no control over, protecting her sister Elsa from Hans. Hearing a light sniffle of Lucy's nose as the movie captured her heart like it did mine. Watching her gaze in glee when the ice melted over Ana, breaking the spell and putting Arendelle back to normal for the rest of coronation.

Ana and Kristoff finally realizing what they had in front of them after the time they spent with each other. Turning Lucy to face me in perfect timing--

"I could kiss you. I could. I mean, I'd like to. I–may I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what?" I repeated after Kristoff. Implementing a totally different form of kissing as it fell from my lips. Turning off the TV by the remote before I brought my attention back.

I looked down at her as she gazed back at me in question. "What?" She asked, then. Tilting her head against the pillow behind her.

"What's wrong?" She asked again, her naivety kicking in as I was silent. My mind, not so much.

That was the thing, nothing was wrong. Or that was my issue that nothing was wrong. Everything was right, it felt good and it scared me shitless. I had so many things running through my mind. What could go wrong during or after this but right now was all I was worried about and the words that have been hanging of the edge of my tongue for weeks.

Feeling her hands moving the curls from my face as I snapped back to reality. Feeling okay and nervous all at once. Meeting her eyes with mine again before I sat up.

"I love you." I said, then. Her blue eyes widening with every syllable that fell from my lips. "It's been weighing over my mind for a while now, it's something I've never experienced before." I began, "I can't quite put my thumb on it. The feeling just grows and I love you."

Lucy was just starring, listening to me mumble before she sat up. Smiling and growing closer to me.

"I can't explain much of it either." She said, "but I love you too." And feeling the weight lift before I pulled her even closer and kissed her.

[parkeraul]

the award 

shawn mendes x reader words: 2.645 warning: smut before the grammys. yes i did it.

You’ve never seen a place so messy and crowded at the same time. People rushing their steps, bumping into each other and nearly screaming as the voices kept on raising the tones. You had your credential card hanging in front of your cleavage, swaying at every move you had to make to avoid stumbling upon someone. Your eyes running from door to door until you could feel a strong hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you to a quieter ambient. The hand made all the way across your waist and held you firmly while another hand closed the door in front of you. A couple of seconds later, this another hand joined the hug while you felt your neck being caressed by the touch of two soft and tender lips. Immediately, your hand worked on those curls, rubbing them carefully and closing your eyes just to enjoy this moment. “Thought you’d never show up.” Shawn sweetly murmured against the curve of your shoulder, making your body shiver and your hands instantly reach his arms wrapped around you. “Traffic jam,” You replied, turning around. His arms never leaving you. Your fingers now owning his angelic face as you got closer to his lips. “How are you feeling?” He leaned forward to capture your lips, making your lungs ask for extra air due to the sudden act. “Really nervous but better now.” Shawn placed a strand of your hair behind your ear after letting go of your kiss. Both of you were now smiling at each other, immersed in love and admiration. Shawn couldn’t talk about nothing else than this award during the whole month. Everytime he mentioned it, he looked like a child speaking of a Christmas gift. It happened during breakfast; inside his car when you two were going home after lunch; before falling asleep; doing the chores with you… Literally at any possible time. Tonight is finally the night and he asked you to visit him at the dressing room before the ceremony to wish him good luck. In his mind, your presence is the main thing that can calm his nerves. His agitation increasing could only ask for you. For your kiss, for your scent, your eyes, your encouraging words, your touch… “What do you still need to do?” You questioned, ready to help him with anything. His eyes ran throughout the room as he cleared his throat before looking deep into your eyes. “Uhm… Pretty much nothing,” Shawn started, moving his large hands closer to your lower back. “Just need to catch up with you. I know we weren’t able to… You know…” He continued and you stared at him with some uncertainty. “To gather around or take some time to enjoy each other’s company…” This time, his eyes were facing anything but yours. Shyness taking over his intentions for a moment. “Are you asking me to have sex with you right here, right now?” You threw these words, reading his thoughts with ease. You raised an eyebrow as he smirked, cheeks turning red as his forehead met yours. “You know that this place is filled to the rafters, right?” He nodded in affirmation. “And you know that people can listen to us…” He nodded once more. Your jaw falling a little bit in surprise. “And you know that I can’t keep quiet…” This time, he smiled from ear to ear, nodding and then shaking his head, probably picturing the image of you fighting not to moan. “And you know that I still need to get ready to join you in the red carpet…” You softly punched his chest. “Because the damn event starts-” Again. “In-” Once again. “Three-” One last time. “Hours.” Shawn was now laughing like crazy, tilting his head against your neck and his breath tickled at your skin. His hands grabbed your ass, hard. He dared to dramatically ask a not-so-sweet ‘please?’ in your ear before he caressed your earlobe. It’s not like he would leave you with another choice. You got rid of your credential, revealing your bust and his tattooed hand instantaneously made all the way up from the bottom of your spine to graze your soft skin, already breaking into your cloth to find your nipple, fondling it slowly as he prepped kisses down your collarbone. “No bra?” He asked, teasing you with his sarcastic tone. “We’re like one mind after all.” Shawn broke the touch to curl his arms around you, tugging you next to him as his hands invaded the end of your shirt to touch your silhouette, fingers going up and mapping your entire upper half calmly: belly, feeling the temperature of your skin as the cold tips of his calloused fingers matched with your warmness. Ribs, studying every inch of the bones and holding them with a certain pressure, making you clench your thighs to ease the pulsation down between them somehow. And the valley between your breasts, refusing to touch them in order to leave you sensitive, completely at his mercy and taking his time, his slow and tortuous time. Lifting up the material, Shawn tossed it somewhere away from you. His arms rapidly raised your body by taking hold of your butt as your legs enfolded around his middle so his lips could take care of your breasts, practically aching for his touch. And so he did, licking and sucking your nipples unhurriedly and making them harden more and more as you felt your wetness showing up. His tongue drawing wet circles all over them made you go breathless for a while, leaving a low whine to escape from your lips when he looked up at you. Your hands were now unbuttoning his shirt and with only three buttons undone, Shawn took the piece above his head and left somewhere else. His large chest now touching yours, skins rubbing each other tortuously. He carried you to the small couch to take off your shoes and your shorts. “I hope you can behave,” He worked on the fabric, bringing it down your legs and glancing at your anxious expression. “Because you have no idea of how much I want you right now.” His length already straining against his tight black jeans, appearing and leaving your mouth watering at the vision. “And I don’t think I’ll take it easy on you.” His face met yours as he tried to lay on top of you, grabbing your lips with his. Your tongues were intensely touching, exploring each other with passion. The compression between your mouths was perfect, making both your hearts miss the beats to the sounds coming from the kiss. Finding it too difficult to be on top of you, Shawn begun to leave a trail of kisses. His wet and rosy lips marked your body with hot licks, soft bites and gentle suctions. Light-pink bruises in a distorted line coming down your neck down to your breasts, stomach and thighs. His hands ghosting at the sides of your underwear. “Gonna be quiet for me, babe?” He questioned, traveling two fingers on your clit, smoothly massaging it from upon the lace fabric covering it. You sighed, making Shawn widen his eyes and take a quick look at the door. “Yes.” You replied, trying to keep it low. “Doesn’t really sounds like you’re going to obey.” He threw back at you, pressuring a line down to your entrance. Your body squirmed and you had shut your eyes closed to focus on keeping it as silent as possible. You felt your panties leaving your figure and, standing up on his feet now; Shawn took off his shoes and pulled your body to the edge of the couch. Discarding his belt, he started to remove his pants, not breaking eye-contact with you at any moment. “Sit down for me.” And you promptly did. As his massive thighs made their way to be in front of you, he kneeled on the floor and parted your thighs, giving him the vision of you completely soaked and more than ready for him. “Remember what I told you-“ “Stay quiet?” You interrupted. “I won’t take it easy on you.” He planted open mouthed kisses along the extension of your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him the most. Letting your back rest against the couch, you bit your lower lip to the sensation of his tongue licking up from your entrance to your bundle of nerves, covering your pussy with his mouth wide-open in order not to miss a single part of you. He groaned against you as your legs started drifting away from each other, pleasure and relief taking over you as you felt you pussy pulsating just like your nerves on the lower region of your stomach. He focused on your clit, sucking it precisely and making you run your hands through your hair. “Oh fuck…” You moved your left hand to hold your breast and your right hand found his curls, giving them a light tug. “Like this, babe.” Shawn squeezed your thighs harder to the sound of your voice telling him how much you were enjoying his mouth all over your heat, pleasing you and making your body quiver against his delicious touch taking you, greenish eyes looking at your relaxed semblance as you smiled down at him. The universe knows how much you turned him on by smirking this dirty at his face buried in between your legs. “You taste so damn good.” He sucked harder at you, licking a long and slow stripe up and down, making you let out a louder moan due to the feeling of your orgasm coming to reach your whole body. The steps outside in the hall were walking uninterruptedly and you both came back to reality. He got up and you followed him, already looking for your clothes. When you tilted down to catch your underwear, you felt his bulge against your ass and got up to hear him whispering against your ear. “Don’t think you’re going anywhere before you cum around my cock. I’m not finished.” He quickly slapped your ass. “To the counter.” You walked to the dressing table, standing in front of the mirror embellished with bright lights and Shawn rapidly appeared behind you, staring at your silhouette reflected by the mirror. Coming close, he ran his hands along the sides of your body and guided it down, making you support your upper body on your arms against the table. “You’re so beautiful,” He couldn’t take his eyes off your curves and every detail on them. Every mark, every freckle… He could study them for hours. Days. Forever. “Look at me.” He demanded. You instantly caught his sight  by the mirror’s reflection. “You’re gonna take all of me,” His briefs started going down to pool around his feet. Shawn kicked them aside and kept on going. “And you won’t make any sound. Got it?” “Shawn, I don’t think I-“ He slid the tip of his cock inside of you and you moaned in response right after. Your walls contracting to fit around him as he kept on sliding easily due to the wetness taking over his shaft. “Fuck, babe. I can’t-“ “If you don’t keep it to yourself I’m gonna fucking stop.” He slammed his large and heavy hand on your ass. Removing himself from you completely, he rocked his hips against yours one more time, this time making his cock reach spots you didn’t even know you had. This was his favorite way to get you. From behind, going deeper and deeper with a great vision from your butt being slapped by his thighs as he thrusted hardly, deliciously strong as his thick cock tried to fit inside of you with ease. “Shit! You’re so fucking tight…” He grabbed your hair in a high ponytail and pulled you to straight up your body. His tattooed arm wrapped around your middle as his mouth released sighs next to your earlobe. From the mirror, you saw his rosy cheeks almost turning red. His messy hair bouncing as his body collapsed against your hips tougher, making your lips form a thin line to keep your voice to yourself. Failing. You had to whine when he used his other arm to place your right knee on the table, spreading his palm all over your butt to push it up, giving him more access to your core. Your wetness already dripping down all over his length. Knock knock. He stopped thrusting fast and slowed down his rhythm, lazily gliding in and out as his large tattooed hand covered your mouth. Shawn let out a low “shhh” before you guys could hear from outside the door. “Shawn? Is everything okay?” The staff checked upon him. He inclined his head back, burying his cock slowly as he replied. “Yes,” A low moan came out of you muffled by his palm. He pulled your hair harder. “I’m good.” “Okay… Meet us on the stage in 10 minutes to the last rehearsal.” The staff stepped away, finally leaving you ‘alone’. Shawn let go of your hair and hit your butt. “I thought I had fucking told you to stay quiet,” He thrusted boldly. “Now you’re gonna cum when I tell you to cum.” You exhaled through your nose, desperate to let your feelings consume you. Your pussy aching, soaked and throbbing to the tingling sensation down on your entrance. You cried against his palm, staring at his abs contracting to the effort he was putting into his hips. “Put your arms behind your back.” As per usual, he ordered and you gave in. Shawn grabbed your wrists together with his free hand. His pushes became fast and rough and you tried hard to concentrate on his words. “I’d snap this attitude out of you somehow else if this pretty little pussy of yours didn’t feel so good and tight around me.” Your eyes rolled slowly, silently warning him you were so close. “Hold it.” He promptly said. It took you everything to fight your willing to let your climax take over your nerves that were begging for the torture to stop. “Good girl.” His hips hitting yours in an insane delightful way, getting all the right spots and filling the dressing room with the sound of your skins banging against each other. You felt your orgasm forming, coming back extremely stronger than before. Your legs started to shake and Shawn released a deep groan. “I’m so close, kitten… Hold it for a little longer.” You nodded, powerless to the sensation of his thick shaft satisfying you so damn good. All of your limbs were on fire, chills taking over your skin and your nerves sparkling. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck babe. Cum with me.” You clenched around him, nearly hollowing his cock even more as you trembled. Shawn felt his vision blurring and his head spinning as he exploded inside of you. “You have no idea of how much I wanted you to use these beautiful lips.” He took his hand off your mouth and pulled your face towards his to leave a kiss on them. Leaving your entrance, he immediately looked for his clothes as you said “You better go. You’ve got like… 2 minutes.” Shawn smiled at you, clumsily getting on his boxers, then pants and shirt. Walking to you, he caressed your cheek. “There’s a shower in there for you.” He pointed at the door behind him. “The hairdresser might arrive soon.” “I’m gonna be fine. Now go work for that award.” “No need to. I’ve got my greatest award already.” Shawn kissed your forehead and then your lips. Deeply, making you go breathless. He left and closed the door, leaving you even more in love with every single feature of his. You had also won the award you’ve always been asking for.

[sweetxchloe]

📱Chloe ↔️ Luca

Tagging: Chloe Lynn & Luca Motta ( @doveportluca​ ) When: April 9, 2020  Notes: Discord Text thread!

Chloe: hey Luca! What time are you free from work tomorrow?

Luca: I don't work at all tomorrow, I get off at 9pm tonight though.

Chloe: Do you usually have Fridays off?

Luca: No, but since I worked New Years and every other holiday since, I was given Good Friday off

Chloe: Are you going to church?

Luca: I was going to look for one tomorrow morning see if I could find a service to go to, since I'm not going to be home. Are you going to church?

Chloe: There’s that one pretty looking church near downtown but I don’t know what type of church it is. And I wasn’t planning on it... but I can go with you if you want? I get home at 4:30

Luca: I'll see what kind of services the churches are offering and let you know, but we don't have to go to church if you don't want, you can always just come over and hang out. I don't work all weekend - I booked it off.

Chloe: You get an actual weekend! When was the last time you had that and wasn’t traveling or busy with family? Chloe: I really don’t mind going to church. I would go with my parents sometimes so it’s not out of the ordinary for me

Luca: LOL a long time, I have to admit. I think maybe when I moved here? But even then I was doing stuff. Luca: Well, I'll see what's happening then. Would you rather go to the Good Friday service or the Easter Sunday one?

Chloe: Luca!! You really need more you time! This weekend is a start and you should get as much rest as possible. Also you’re coming here tomorrow! Would you like for me to get a bath set up for you to soak in? Or is that weird to offer? Chloe: Hmm I think everyone will be at the Sunday one so Good Friday would be better

Luca: No that's PERFECT to offer, oh my god. I'll bring us some good wine to drink, and maybe some lasagna? Luca: Okay, I'll keep you updated tomorrow about the service and the times

Chloe: Oh good! I didn’t know if you would have thought it weird to take a bath in my house

Luca: As long as you're not going to record it, or anything. Luca: Why would it be weird? It's a bath. It's like you having a shower at my place.

Chloe: I knoooow.  [...] Chloe: Can I be honest with you about something?

Luca: Of course

Chloe: Ok.....So, I don't know how to start with this so I'm just going to say it and hopefully it makes sense. I like spending time with you. I like the chances we get to hang out. I like you want to teach me how to cook and that snow globe you got me is on my dresser and I smile everytime I see it. I want to spend more time with you and I'm in a place where I think I want to start to actually date and not just do hangouts. And...gah. You probably think I'm crazy or flighty. But I'm just scared of hurting you because I don't want to hurt you. I really, really like you.

Luca: I don't think you're crazy or flighty, and I really hope you're not mad at me or went all spazzy because work got busy. But, I'm all yours for the rest of the night. Chloe, I'm a man in my 30's, I've been hurt before. Besides, I don't think you're going to hurt me and we don't need to go fast. I really like you and enjoy the time we spend together, and I'd like to date you. I just didn't want to rush you.

Chloe: Omg no! I wasn’t mad at you at all!! I know you have such a busy schedule and probably so much on your plate. Which is why when you said you wanted me to come to you about things I felt like I would bother you when you have more important things going on. Chloe: the thing is I want to kiss you and do a little more with you but I also know that that’s something you don’t do with someone unless you’re really comfortable with them. And I don’t want you to feel pressured by me:

Luca: Chloe, you are important to me. I want to know about what makes you happy, or sad. If you're going down the street and see a dog in a top hat. I want to know what's on your mind if you'll let me - because you're important to me. Luca: I wouldn't say I want to date you if I wasn't ready to kiss you and touch you. We might have to wait for sex, but I'm willing to explore foreplay with you. I don't feel pressured by you, but I don't want you thinking that I don't desire you either.

Chloe: You made me laugh so much with the dog with the top hat. It’d be so cute I’d cry first and then tell you about it  Chloe: I’m completely fine with waiting. It’s not even that that I’m craving. Not that I wouldn’t be against finding out how it is for us if we get there. You’re the first demisexual guy I’ve been out with and I want to be mindful of that. Chloe: I want to keep seeing you. After tomorrow night and see where it takes us

Luca: I like to hear that Luca: Thank you, Chloe. For being so understanding with me, I appreciate it. I've run into people in the past that haven't been as understanding and empathetic. 

Luca: I'm happy with that, more than happy.

Chloe: I do feel like I need to be honest with you about something. Did I ever tell you about my old best friend?

Luca: You mentioned him once or twice, but nothing in great enough detail for me to really remember in depth

Chloe: His name’s Brad. We grew up together. He was my next door neighbor. We went to elm, middle and high school together and were inseparable. We even went to school dances as each other’s dates but it’s always been as friends. People kept waiting for us to get together but it never happened. When I moved to Houston it was really hard because I was away from the world I grew up with and I missed my friends. Especially him. Chloe: he surprised me with a visit as soon as we settled into the new house and we went in this road trip we always talked about. It was during this trip we hooked up and were that way for a month. We talked about telling our parents were dating and he confessed he loves me and had been in love with me. It felt right with him, something I hadn’t had with any other person I’ve dated. When we got back he had to leave suddenly so we didn’t talk to my parents and after some time of hardly talking to him and he not returning my calls or messages or anything...I felt heartbroken. I’m still dealing with that pain because anytime I feel I can have something meaningful with someone that pain presses into my heart. Chloe: During Spring Break I saw him at a bar and it was as if all those promises and pain and years of hurt and anger and tears came back and I went up to him and punched him. It was such a reactive and stupid thing but I punched him. And maybe more. Part of that is kinda blurred because I was so pissed! Chloe: and since then he’s been texting and calling me. Full of apologies and how he is an idiot and with all these excuses.  Chloe: but I want you to know about all of that to kind of understand why I get the way I do. And I know it’s a lot and I’m sorry

Luca: So THAT was who you punched. I was wondering.... Jesus, I don't blame you for giving him a right hook now. I want to beat him up for you now. Luca: Thank you for sharing that with me, Chlo. I know that wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do, but I'm glad you did. Luca: We can go at whatever pace you're comfortable you're with, and if you're ever unsure, or you need reassurance, you just need to ask. Even if you want to talk for hours on end, or need to ask me 5 times in a row... Do it. Because I'm not going anywhere, and I've been interested in you pretty much since the moment we started talking, I just didn't want to freak you out. So I won't pull a Brad, but I do want you to know that I'm here if you need to talk. Whether it's about him, anything bothering you, how you're feeling... I'm here. Luca: Sorry if that didn't make sense, I'm tired, but I really just want to give you a hug, so I rambled.

Chloe: it made sense to me. It’s not an easy story to share but I don’t want to keep you in the dark about things. I’m trying to be upfront so I don’t lead you on but I’m not sure what I’m doing at this point. Punching him made me feel better. Like a part of me was able to let that go. So with that I want to date and try to let someone in. But there is still that other part that has been through years of hurt and she’s not ready yet.  Chloe: I know Im rambling, especially when you said you’ll be patient but I just have so much on my mind and...yeah. That’s... it. Lol

Luca: Do you want to go for a walk? We can talk about it some more. If you want, of course.  Luca: And like I said, if that part of you starts coming out and she's not ready once we start seeing one another.. Then you just have to tell me. I'm okay with that. I want you to be comfortable, Chlo.

Chloe: Right now? Chloe: You’re really easy to talk to. I mean that. Sometimes I have to sit and think about what I’m going to say and I hate that. But not with you

Luca: If you want, I can grab us a coffee. Luca: That makes me happy. You're really easy to talk to too.

Chloe: you said you’re tired, Luca. Plus I’m sticky and covered in flour from baking so many cookies. Oh yeah! You’re getting a tin tomorrow!

Luca: Well then just know if you want to talk, we can tomorrow. Also, you good for a 7pm mass at Sacred Heart?

Luca: COOKIES.

Chloe: How about a phone call? That way it’s like we’re together but we’re not. It’ll need to be after I walk Luna and shower. Chloe: Yes!!! I’m super proud of my icing job on these. I’ve been practicing since Christmas Chloe: 7pm works for me! I haven’t been to a mass in awhile.

Luca: I can do that! Luca: Did you do royal icing? Luca: Perfect, I'll come by around 5 and we can have dinner together

Chloe: I did!! Chloe: *attaches pic*

Chloe: look at how cute they came out!

Luca: They're great! Also look really good too

Chloe: but I’m so tired! Chloe: ok. Give me like 30 mins and I’ll call you

Luca: You deserve a gold medal for how many you made  Luca: Talk to you soon, gorgeous.

[she-is-tim]

Neighbours

Lucas is a young, exhausted musician who just tries to relax, while Eliott is the overexcited, dubstep loving artist who lives next door. 

Aka Lucas confronts his annoying neighbour who turns out to be gorgeous

It was saturday, March 9th, late afternoon. Lucas just got home from work, he had a particularly exhausting day, but he couldn’t just lay down and relax in peace. He had a concert coming up next week, so he had to practice on the piano. His biggest wish was to become a famous pianist who has concerts in gigantic theatres in big cities, not just in the local, small theatre with other exhausted musicians.

He sat down in front of his piano, it wasn’t an expensive one, but it had a nice melody that made Lucas heart sing with it. He was ready to start practicing, stretched his arms and warmed up his fingers, but just before he could hit any of the keys, a loud noise came from the other side of the wall.

Lucas took a deep breath and tried to play again, but the noise got louder. That wasn’t music, it had nothing to do with music, because it sounded like a car crashing right into an instrument shop. 

This was just too much for him, work made him stressed enough already, but now his neighbour did this shit. It was 18:30 on SATURDAY for fucks sake. Not like he didn’t just do the same in random times during the week, but Lucas had enough.

He got up from the piano, his chest filled with anger and frustration ready to burst out. He walked out of his apartment and started banging on the door next to his. He might be a small guy, but was ready to wrestle down a whole football team just to get some peace and quiet. 

It took almost a minute or two for his annoying neighbour to finally open the door after he lowered down the music. Lucas was ready to let out all his frustration on this annoying asshole who has no respect for others. He opened his mouth, but no voice left his throat as he could finally see the guy. Tall, pale, messy, dark hair and beautiful, ocean blue eyes, looking like a fucking model. He was wearing light blue jeans and a black sweather, his cheeks were a little red, probably because he danced to this crazy rythm before he opened the door. 

“Oh, hello.” he said with the brightest smile. Was it possible for him to look even more gorgeous? “Can I help you?” he asked in a soft voice. 

Of course hearing him talk didn’t make it easier for Lucas to collect his thoughts that decided to fall and spread on the floor as soon as his neighbour appeared in the door. He coughed, trying to cover his nervousness. How is that possible that he never saw such a beautiful human being who was living right next to him?!

“Your music...” he started, trying to collect the right words to say.

“Oh, you like dubstep too?” he asked excitedly, and Lucas could swear that his smile was bigger than before, making him look like an actual angel. He was never one to believe in such things, but seeing this guy, he could not think of him as someone out of this world.

“No, I just... I mean... Listen,”

“Eliott” he said with such an annoying confidence that made Lucas’ stomach to do a backflip in his body. He didn’t like this at all. 

“Listen, Eliott, I had a rough day at work, so if you could just... stop listening to that music of yours so loudly, I would be thankful.” he said making sure to basically spit out the word music, since dubstep was anything, but that.

Eliott’s face changed a little, the happiness and excitement in his eyes turned into something else. Those bright blue pupils now looked like the cloudy sky before storm. Lucas swallowed and played with his hands behind his back. What the hell is this? Eliott looked at him like a predator who’s about to jump on his prey.

“What would I get in advance?” he asked on a serious tone, which was much much more arousing than it should have been. 

The disastrous gay guy inside Lucas was screaming and running circles in the living room, trying not to faint in excitement. Was this guy really flirting with him right now? 

“Excuse me?” he mumbled, unable to create longer sentences around this gorgeous man. They were stading there for long minutes now and his cologne just crawled into Lucas’ nose to make him feel dizzy. This wasn’t good at all. 

“You could come in and have a drink with me. You can choose the music.” he smirked with so much confidence, that Lucas wanted to slap him in the face and then kiss those cherry lips. He shook his head to get those inappropriate thoughts out if his head. 

Apparently Eliott thought that was his answer to the invitation, cause his smile disappeared, he now looked like a giant, but lost puppy. 

“Okay, fine.” Lucas said suddenly, surprising Eliott and himself too. “Let’s see what music you got.” he said

Eliott now smiled happily and opened the door wide enough to let the smaller boy inside. His apartment was messy, but still kind of organized. Lucas walked to the living room, there was a shelf full of vinyls, DVDs and other stuff, a couch, a coffee table, an armchair and of course the device that let out those horrible tones: a turntable. He couldn’t believe that this beautiful person used such a unique thing to listen to dubstep on it. Eliott had no manners for sure. 

Just as he tried to study the place a bit more, Eliott walked in with two bottle of beers, giving one to Lucas. He then walked to his turntable and stopped the music, looking at Lucas. 

“What do you wanna listen to?” he asked.

“What do you got?” Lucas said, collecting all the bravery he just had at the moment. It was already hard enough not to faint everytime Eliott looked at him with those mesmerizing eyes of his. 

“We can listen to Queen if you want.” he said with a grin. The cheeky bastard.

“Okay, sure.” Lucas said and took a sip of his beer. This was too much, so as Eliott were looking for the right vinyl, he studied the drawings on the wall, some of them were messy, unfinished, some was very detailed, even beautifully colored. There was a lot of them illustrating a raccoon, a very cute one actually. He saw some papers on the floor too with scribbles and scetches on them. 

“So, since I introduced myself to you back then, I’d like to know your name.” Eliott said softly after he put on the vinyl and started to play some Queen now. 

Lucas looked at him, blushing a little, he got lost in his thoughts and totally forgot that he is basically standing in the living room of a demigod. 

“Lucas.” he said shortly.

“Nice to meet you, Lucas.” he smirked and pointed at his couch. “Sit down, make yourself at home.” 

Lucas nodded nervously and sat down, looking at Eliott, who grabbed something white that was sitting on his ear. Lucas didn’t notice it before, but of course it was a joint. This guy was listening to dubstep, looked like he haven’t slept since days, but still manage to look like no other human being, drawing beautifully and smoking weed. At least he is not perfect. Thought Lucas, but as Eliott lit the blunt, putting in his mouth, he had no words that could describe his hotness.

Eliott lazily sat down on the armchair while Freddie Mercury was singing in the background. He blew out some smoke and looked at Lucas with a gentle smile forming on his face. 

“Isn’t it weird that we live next door and have never met before?” he asked smiling.

“I guess we just leave our places in different times.” Lucas said shrugging, like he didn’t find it weird and somehow annoying that he didn’t see this angelic guy before. Eliott chuckled.

“Must be true, I’m usually going out late and coming home around the morning.” he said and smiled, blowing out some smoke again. 

Lucas had never thought that seeing someone smoking could be arousing, especially cause he was never into smoking. He tried it a couple times in high school and it felt damn good to be high as a kite, but somehow he never really got into all that. He wasn’t much of a party person either.

“You must have a chaotic schedule then.” Lucas pointed out after he managed to fight back the urge to ask Eliott to blow that smoke on his face next time. You stupid idiot. 

“You can say that, I make art designs for short movies and stuff.” he explained, while moving his body slowly to the rythm of the music. 

“You seem like you haven’t slept for days, though.” Lucas is cursing deep inside for letting his stupid mouth talk before thinking, but Eliott seems to like his comment a lot. He gets a kind smile and the tall boy blows out a smoke ring. Lucas’ heart skips a beat. 

“I have a big project going on, so I don’t have much time to sleep.” he shrugged and looked at the scetches on the floor. “I want it to be perfect.” 

“I know that feeling.” Lucas said that made the other one smiling even more brightly. 

“You seem like a genuinely cool person. Such a waste we didn’t hang out before.” he said with so much honesty in his voice that made Lucas melt inside.

“Not like I wanna move out or anything.” he started and smiled at Eliott a little. “I won’t be far away if you need company.” 

Eliott put down the joint, blowing smoke out of his nose, looking into Lucas’ eyes like he could see right into his soul. They were staring at each other for long minutes, forgetting about the world around them or the music that was playing in the background. It didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward, because they both felt something. After a while Eliott broke the connection, lighting his cigarette again, but now offering it to his guest. 

Lucas was a bit unsure whether it’s good or not to accept it and get high with in the living room of his handsome neighbour, but then he just said Fuck it and accepted, enjoying the warm smoke filling his mouth before giving the joint back to Eliott. They were spending hours together like this, Eliott was talking about some nonsense bullshit he had to do last year for a company, then Lucas told a story of a guy that threw up into a trumpet during their christmas concert. 

Time was flying by and they barely noticed that it’s almost 22:00 now, Lucas got up from the couch and smiled at Eliott, who smiled back. They felt free and happy after spending those hours together. 

“I should go back to my place, I have to practice tomorrow.” he explained.

“Can I come over and listen?” Eliott asked suddenly. “I mean I don’t wanna bother you or anything, but I’d really like to see you play on the piano.” he added quickly just to not seem like a creep.

Lucas smiled softly, his heart filled with happiness and butterflies were flying around in this stomach. Eliott was just so pefect, he couldn’t believe he was real.

“Sure, why not?” he said and walked to the front door, looking back at Eliott before leaving. “Tomorrow at 13:00 then?” he asked. Eliott followed him, having a bright smile on his gorgeous face. 

“Sounds good.” he said and opened the door for Lucas. 

As the small boy left the apartment, he couldn’t resist an urge, so he grabbed his arm gently, pulling him back. Lucas was confused, turning back. Eliott had so many feelings inside him that he felt like his chest is going to explode, he had to do something, so he was acting liek there was something in Lucas’ beautiful and fluffy hair, touching it just a little. He smiled at him. 

“See you then.” he said and gently closed the door. 

Both of them couldn’t move from there for minutes, then Lucas finally walked back to his own apartment, while Eliott laid down on the couch. He grabbed another beer, looking at the wall that separated him from Lucas. Tomorrow... I can see him again. He fell asleep with that thought in his mind.