#fuzzy boy friday returns

[monikas]

yippeeeeee

[moonsgemini]

cherry wine - firefighter!rafe pt. 2

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summary: Rafe’s job gets in the way of your first date, but you’re not mad about it.

warnings: teacher!reader x firefighter!rafe, fluff, mutual pining, flirting, sexy rafe, SMUT, fingering, fem rec oral, fem!reader, inaccurate descriptions of firefighter duties, alcohol, cursing

an: I have no idea how a fire fighters schedule works so I made it up bc it’s fiction. oh & do we like the long fics?? oh & it’s my birthday yay to 24

part one

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The night at the bar Rafe made sure you were sober to drive. He had you drink lots of water and even ordered you a plate of fries. His mind wandering off when you would lick the salt off your fingers. He was gone for you from the start and he didn’t mind one bit.

After walking you to your car he asked for your number and promised to see you the next day. Leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and permanent butterflies. The whole drive home you belted out the lyrics to your favorite pop music, feeling like a high school girl with a crush.

Rafe drove him in silence with a grin on his face. When he got home and texted you that he had a great time and couldn’t wait to see you again that grin never vanished. It only widened when you replied reciprocating the same feelings.

The next day came and a couple hours before picking you up Rafe got called into the station. Instead of texting he called you wanting to make sure you knew he wasn’t flaking. You believed him of course. Yet you couldn’t help the natural feeling of disappointment that flowed through your bones.

That feeling was soothed when he texted you late that night that he had finally gotten back to the station. Along with that he sent a picture of the station dog Max on his lap. You couldn’t help the way your mouth watered at the sight of his veiny big hand that was resting in the golden retrievers fur. In return you sent back a picture of your steaming mug of tea and a horror movie playing on the tv in the back.

It sparked a conversation about movies which led to you and Rafe talking non stop the following week. Besides the times you were teaching and he was out training or helping people.

Rafe promised you a proper date that upcoming Friday. Making sure to let you know that he would do anything to make it work out this time. You reassured him it was okay if something came up again. That made his heart burst, it wasn’t often that someone was willing to work with his hectic schedule.

-

The outfit you had planned for the previous weekend still sat on your vanity chair waiting to be worn. And hopefully waiting to be taken off. You had finished your hair and makeup all done to perfection. As it neared closer to the time he was picking you up your anxiety spiked. He hadn’t called to reschedule so it was really happening.

Rafe had gotten worked up all week with the pictures you’d occasionally send of what you were doing. The one that really got him was when you had gotten out of the shower and sent him a picture of you in a fuzzy robe with wet hair and your skin glistening. Most likely due to a skincare routine you had mentioned to him.

Rafe thought you looked like a goddess, he wished he could have gotten down on his knees and untied that robe with his teeth before worshiping you. His kind had been in the gutter all week.

He was making sure this date was going to go perfect. He bought a bouquet of flowers from a street vendor and worn his best date outfit. As he rang the doorbell to your small cottage he started to get a bit nervous. He hadn’t put this much effort into a date since high school. Even then how much effort could a teenage boy put in. He didn’t actually remember the last time he went on a date.

Rafe’s runaway thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door. Standing in front of him in a short black skirt and black top. A jacket hanging over your arm and your glossy lips turning up into a smile. The boots you were accentuated your legs making them look even longer. Rafe wanted to lick every inch of you. Especially after the smell of your perfume hit him, he wanted to kiss your neck.

“Hi,” You said with a teasing tone.

He didn’t realize he hadn’t said anything, “You look beautiful.” He made it a point to look her up and down.

She laughed as heat creeped up her neck, “Thank you Rafe.”

He loved how you said his name, “These are for you.” He handed you the flowers.

“Come in while I put them in water,” You nodded towards the inside of the house, “They’re beautiful Rafe. You really do know how to treat me good.”

He closed the door behind him as you began filling a vase with water, “Oh this is nothing.”

“If there’s more than this I might start to like you a little too much,” You joked hoping the weight of those words don’t send him running. You didn’t mean to say something so forward so soon. Literally on the first date, but you decided to stick by your words. You didn’t want to hide that you liked him.

“Perfect, because I already like you a little too much.”

You froze with the kitchen towel in your hands as you dries them. As you looked at him his smile was sincere, no hint of teasing or lying. You finished drying your hands as you laughed softly. The crush you had on Rafe was growing by the minute.

“Ready?” You asked.

He nodded opening the front door for you. He even opened the passenger door of his truck for you. Of course you knew these were bare minimum things but you couldn’t help how giddy it made you feel. Especially when it was him doing it for you.

-

Everything couldn’t have been going more perfect. Rafe was almost grateful he had to postpone the date because in the week the two of you talked he learned a lot. With the knowledge of you he had he planned the perfect date.

He took you to a record shop that you hadn’t been to before. You had told him about your extensive collection you had started building in high school. He even remembered a few of the bands you liked when he came across them. Of course he insisted on buying you a couple which you repeatedly told him not to. Obviously he didn’t listen and bought you them.

Next door was the Italian restaurant Rafe had been raving about all week. Promising you it’d be the best pasta of your life.

But as you looked over the menu, a ghost of a grin hasn’t left your mouth all evening, his phone started ringing. Rafe took his phone out of his pocket beginning to apologize for not silencing it. He was going to ignore the call but the name across the screen had his brows furrowing in worry.

“Everything okay?”

He looked up briefly, “Uh yeah it’s my captain. I’m so sorry I need to answer this.” You nodded understanding as he gave you a regretful smile as he slid out the booth to take the call. You continued to look over the cocktail menu.

Rafe sighed as he sat down across from you again, “Everything okay?” You asked

He shook his head, “I hate to do this but I got called in. I wasn’t supposed to work today but there’s a hug pile up downtown where there’s a big concert and they need all the help they can get.”

You tried not to show the disappointment you felt because it was his job after all. Rafe could still see how your eyes lost a bit of their shine and your smile wasn’t as bright anymore. He really hated this. In his career so far he had never been called in so much. But now when he meets the hottest woman he’s ever seen work is taking over his life. He was not about to have you slip through his fingers.

“Oh yeah I understand. You can just drop m-“ You began saying before he interrupted.

“Come with me.”

“Huh?”

He shook his head with a laugh, “Not to the wreck to the station. Wait for me there.”

He didn’t even wait for you to reply because for one he needed to leave now or Captain Matthews would chew his head off. And two if you decided you didn’t want to and wanted nothing to do with him anymore he’s take you home, but the sound of your laugh as he pulled you through the restaurant was enough of an answer. Your hands stayed locked together until you got back into his truck.

The station wasn’t too far from where you already were so the drive was short. Rafe rushed out to open your door and grab your hand once again. As you trailed behind him you saw a few of the guys from career day and some new faces as they all stood by an engine in the garage. A couple were checking equipment and a few others were already getting on the truck.

“Sorry to interrupt your date but we need your help here Cameron,” An older guy said as the two of you approached. You assumed this was his captain.

You smiled, “Duty calls right?”

He laughed, “It sure does.”

“I’ll be right out,” Rafe said leading you into the station. He walked you into a room that was like a big living room with couches and a tv. Max was laying on the couch and when he saw Rafe he immediately got up and walked over to the pair.

“This is Max. Say hi Maxie bug,” He pet the dogs head who then sniffed your leg. You bent down petting his fluffy head.

“Hi Maxie.”

“Make yourself at home and feel free to anything in the kitchen. I’ll be back hopefully in a couple hours. If you get bored and uber home I won’t be offended I promise,” Rafe said placing a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, “Got it. Be safe and good luck.”

He leaned in with a grin and kissed your cheek gingerly. Even that small touch had your head spinning. You and Max watched as he jogged back outside and only a couple minutes later you heard the truck leave.

-

It had been almost two hours now and Rafe was still out. You had watched a fe episodes of your favorite sitcom and played with Max a bit. You even explored the station finding the kitchen and a few of the rooms used for sleeping where you stole a blanket from to lay over yourself on the couch. The only issue you were having was that you were starving.

Since you two had to leave dinner you hadn’t eaten since lunch and that meesley turkey sandwich was not cutting it.

That’s when you wandered into the kitchen and that habit of wanting to take care of people kicked in. You looked through to see what the guys had almost expecting to find the bare minimum. You were so wrong. The fridge and pantry were filled with groceries. You thought these guys must really eat a lot.

You started brain storming and decided on making lasagna and garlic bread. You figured they’d all be hungry when they got back and you were also starving. As the garlic bread finished in the oven and the lasagna cooled down you heard the rumbling of the fire truck. Perfect timing. You hoped you didn’t overstep but he did say make yourself at home. You even baked some chocolate chip cookie dough they had in the fridge. Even also tossing a salad to have on the side.

As Rafe opened the door that led to the station the smell of garlic bread and fresh baked cookies hit him. He thought he must be hallucinating until he walked into the kitchen and saw you getting plates out from the cupboard. A few of the guys walked in behind Rafe.

“Hey we’re back,” Rafe said stepping towards you, “Did you make dinner?”

You nodded a bit of embarrassment creeping up your spine, “Yeah hope you guys don’t mind. I was hungry and I figured you were too so I made food for you all.”

Josh stepped forward looking at the pan of lasagna, “Rafe keep her please, this looks amazing.”

“Seriously thank you this looks so good,” Captiain Matthews said as he stepped in.

“No problem please help yourselves,” You motioned towards the counter of food.

Rafe couldn’t look away from you. The way you stood so comfortably in the station kitchen talking to his coworkers. He walked closer towards you as the guys served themselves.

“You are just too sweet huh?” He teased.

“Well we missed our italian dinner so I made it myself,” You shrugged with a grin.

“That just means next time I’m cooking for you,” He said. The thought of there being a next time brough butterflies to your stomach.

“I’ll hold you to it,” You nodded.

Rafe grabbed a plate and began to serve you food. Handing over the plate before serving himself. All the guys thanked you as Rafe led you to the living room area. He also grabbed a bottle from one of the tall cabinets along with two glasses.

“Now I know this isn’t what I promised you but next time will be better,” He promised as he opened the bottle of wine.

“There’s no complaints from me about this date,” You shrugged, “Since when are you allowed to have alcohol in here?”

He smirked, “Well miss I’m technically off the clock again and this is from the christmas party we had a few months ago. Cherry wine?”

Your eyes lit up, “It’s like you know me already, I love cherry wine.”

-

After your stomachs were full of good food and a bit of wine that made your head feel a bit floaty you both settled on the couch. This was the best date you’d ever been on. Rafe was sweet and flirty never hiding his desire for you. Not even in a sexual way but in a way where he constantly asked questions about everything wanting to know more about you. He talked about his life as well which only made you like him more. Hearing about his troubled privileged childhood that led him to where he is now. It was admirable to hear him talk about it with no shame since it made him who he is.

As it got later Rafe drove you home. You were disappointed the night was ending but it was nearing one in the morning and you still had lesson plans to create.

He walked you up to your door with an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“I had a really great time with you tonight. I’m sorry again for the interruption.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it Rafe. I still had a great time.”

“The guys are going to want you around all the time now,” He laughed.

“Oops,” You shrugged with a smirk.

He stepped closer, “Be careful now I might get jealous.”

“Maybe I’ll keep going then,” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I know it’s late but uh do you want to come in?”

Rafe didn’t hesitate, “Yeah sure.”

You unlocked your door leading him in, “I can make you a cup of tea if you’d like or something else.” You asked as you set your things down on the entryway table.

“hmmm something else?” He asks as he steps closer to you.

You look through your cupboards, “I have tea, coffee, some random-“ your words caught in your throat as you turned around to look at him only to find Rafe behind you.

“That all sounds good but I think I want something sweet,” He said as he inched closer. Your hands rested behind you against the counter. Eyes wide with anticipation and curiosity as to what his next move would be.

“Like sweat tea?” You asked knowing exactly what he means but not wanting to jump to conclusions.

His smirk turned into a lopsided grin. He rubbed his hand over his mustache and shook his head stepping closer, “No that cherry wine was pretty sweet right?”

You nodded in agreement not taking your eyes off him.

“I think I want a bit more of that,” He was now practically caging you in against the counter. You felt like you were suffocating in him in the best way possible.

��Oh I don-“ He interrupted you by leaning forward and brushing his nose against yours. It shut you up immediately and then he broke the rest of the distance and pressed his lips to yours. You reciprocated moved your hands from the counter to pull at the blonde hair at the back of his head. His hands went to your hips pulling you closer to him then sliding up to your waist.

His thumbs going under your shirt the skin on skin contact made you shiver in the best way. Your mouths moved in sync as the kiss deepened.

Rafe could taste the sweetness but he wasn’t sure if it was the cherry wine or just you. He knew he was addicted to you now. He loved the way your hands felt in his hair and on his biceps and shoulders. He slotted his leg in between yours making you feel even closer to him. The small noises you were making made him sigh into the kiss.

He pulled away before kissing you a few more times and murmuring, “So sweet.”

You whined and tugged at his shirt to pull him back in. He smirked and gave you what you wanted. He’d give you anything you wanted.

This time you pulled away feeling a bit bold and the feeling of his thigh pressing against the place where you needed him the most helped you say, “You wanna see my room?”

He laughed softly kissing your nose, “You inviting me to your room?”

You scoffed a laugh, “Nooo I’m asking if you want to see my room. There’s a difference.”

“I’d love to see your room.” He said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully and shoved him. Grabbing his hand and leading him down the hallway to your room. You turned on the lamp on your nightstand which illuminated the room with a soft glow. Rafe had decidedly that he loved seeing you in that light. You looked like a real like angel.

“So this is it,” You said motioning to your surroundings.

He threw his head back with a hearty laugh, “Oh I really like you sweetheart. Come here,” He motioned with his fingers for you to come closer. A motion that had your mind in the gutter.

“Why do you say that?” You question as you walk forward to where he stood at the end of your bed.

“Because you’re all cute and sweet like you didn’t almost make me come just by making out.”

“Rafe!” You said with a surprised laugh.

He shrugged, “What? It’s the truth.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck still feeling bold. There was something about how unabashedly he admitted his feelings towards you that had you feeling confident. It felt good to be wanted. It felt good to be wanted by Rafe.

“You’re ridiculous,” You said as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His eyes moving down to your still swollen lips.

“Mhmm,” He hummed and nodded. He leaned in just like he did earlier in the kitchen. Kissing the air out of your lungs. His hands moved all over you gripping and holding anything he could.

His hand slipped down your back and over your butt, giving a squeeze as he past it, down to the end of your skirt, His fingers trailed up the back of your thigh and up your skirt. Hands gripping your ass under your skirt. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips which allowed him more access into your mouth.

There was a small part of your brain that hadn’t quite turned off yet. Rafe’s lips began to trail down to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses that had you arching into him. The feeling of his mustache against your smooth skin had you shivering.That’s when that part of your brain decided to speak up.

“Oh Rafe,” You said breathily eyes fluttering shut, “are you sure, it’s late and don’t you have work?” Rafe groaned as he kissed the spot behind your ear. He couldn’t help but get more turned on at the sound of her caring about him, but work and sleep were far from his mind. Right now he just wanted to bury his head between your thighs and have you moaning and withering underneath him.

“Baby I could care less about that right now,” He walked you back until you were sat on the bed. The bed wasn’t very tall so when he stood in between your legs you had to look up at him. The way he towered over you had your flimsy underwear feeling soaked. You had never been so turned on by a man.

Rafe reached forward to cup your jaw. Thumb stroking your cheek gently. Now that part of your brain was completely silent. All you could think about was him.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled almost to himself.

A soft smile appeared on your face and he practically groaned again. Your doe eyes looking up at him with an innocent smile had his cock hardening even more if that’s possible. He bit his lip and watched as your eyes moved to his mouth. He knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you and that made this all the more exciting.

He slowly trailed his thumb to his mouth, pulling at her bottom lip teasingly. Almost like a habit your mouth opened slightly. He took this as a sign to gently push it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it sucking and licking.

“Fuck,” He muttered as he felt your warm tongue. Where had you been all his life. He was never going to let you go. He pulled it out and leaned down kissing you again.

“You’re so hot,” He mumbled as he got on his knees in front of you. He removed your boots that you were still wearing and kissed up both legs. The intimacy of it all had your chest rising rapidly. The anticipation of just how good you know this man is going to treat you was enough to make your toes curl.

“I’ve been thinking about these thighs since I first picked you up,” He said as he kissed your inner thighs. He had placed your legs over his shoulders, hands gripping the outside of them. You sighed as your body ignited in pleasure.

You let out a small yelp as he pulled your center closer to his face causing you to fall back, “And fuuuck I’ve been thinking about pushing this little skirt up all night.” He hummed in appreciation as he pushed the black material up. Your feet now resting on the end of the bed. Your barely clothed pussy on display. Leaning back on your elbows you watched with hazy eyes as Rafe admired you.

He looked up at you through hooded eyes and a smirk, “Can I please taste you?” He knew you wouldn’t say no but he wanted to be a gentleman anyways.

“Please,” You whispered slightly bucking your hips up.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lace covered clit. The black lacy panties you had on barely doing anything to cover your slick cunt. He took a mental picture for the next time he was in the shower.

You moaned softly as he continued to kiss over panties, eventually pulling them to the side. He murmured curse words as he lifted his thumb to run through your folds. Gently slipping the tip of it inside you to gather your wetness. He trailed it up to your clot beginning to rub soft circles. The motion had your head falling back with a sigh.

Rafe turned his head and peppered kisses on your inner thigh. He pressed down a little harder as he watched you get wetter. After a few strokes he tentatively dipped his head down and licked your clit.

That was enough for him to know this is what he wanted to taste forever. He roughly pulled off the lacey matterial throwing it somewhere in the room.

He groaned as he fully dived in. Licking, sucking, and kissing just where you needed him to. He listened to your moans and soft whines to see what you liked the most. He was so painfully hard but he didn’t even care. Rafe just wanted you to come.

“Oh god Rafe,” You moaned as his tongue dipped into you. Your hands gripped his hair tugging when something felt extra good.

He moaned and the sound sent even more pleasure through you, “You taste so fucking good.”

“Rafe I’m close,” You panted, “you’re so good don’t stop please.”

He shook his head with his mouth still on you, “Never baby, you’re gonna have to pry me away from this pussy.”

The dirty words sending you even closer to the edge. You had never been talked to like this and you loved it. You liked how he ravaged you and actually paid attention to what you liked.

You felt his finger nudge your entrance before he slipped it in. Your walls tightening around his thick finger. You arched you back as he reached one hand up to press flat against your stomach to lay you down more. Then he added a second finger and you couldn’t help the cry that escaped your lips. It felt so good the way he moved them in and out. Fingers curled up hitting that spot you so desperately needed.

The lewd sounds of his fingers fucking you and his mouth on your clit filled the room. Along with your loud moans and his occasional groans. The roughness of his mustache felt so good on the sensitive bud.

“Rafey I’m-I’m gonna,”

“Mhmmm let go for me pretty girl,” He encouraged as his fingers moved faster and mouthed hungrily at your clit.

You became a shaking moaning mess as he continues his ministrations. Your orgasm taking over your body. His hand gripped your thigh roughly as he kept going until your high was over. Once your back was flar on the mattress he slowly pulled out and pressed one last kiss on your puffy clit.

He made his way up your body kissing your stomach over your shirt and then you exposed cleavage. He kissed you fully and you could feel his mustache damp with your arousal. You could also taste yourself on his tongue which had you moaning again. Rafe lifted you to be farther up the bed so he can comfortably lay on top.

“You taste so fucking good I already wanna do it again,” He said smirking as he pulled away.

You smiled in a daze, “You’re gonna be the death of me.” As you reached your hand down to the front of his pants. Your hand cupped him through the material and he groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Fuck I really really want to do more but I actually do have work in a couple hours,” He groaned. He wishes he could just call off and spend the whole night rolling around in bed with you.

You looked at him with slight disappointment but understanding, “You sure?”

He leaned down and bit your neck playfully, “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll be easily convinced.”

You giggled, “I understand Rafe.”

“I’m seeing you again though. I never lied about that. Especially after you let me have a taste of you,” He groaned dramatically, “So fucking delicious I’m addicted.”

[jiniretracha]

~ Y/n is a "nerdy but hot" type of girl whos also rlly smart. The bad boy hyunjin has secret eyes for her. Shes always alone in class and doesnt talk to many ppl so basically shes mysterious ooo. One day hyunjin finally asks her to tutor him and she gets surprised knowing he knows she exists. Hyunjin has hooked up w many other girls but y/n is different as shes not despo like them and thats what attracts him to her. They both meet late night at a cafe and y/n is wearing a black tank top which has her neck and chest exposed and her lacy bra straps can be shown as well. She covered herself w a fuzzy jacket before entering the cafe but eventually took it off whilst tutoring hyunjin. Hyunjin feels lusty looking at y/n being so effortlessly hot and unknowing of it, he also gets turned on by the way she sucks her frappe straw etc. But he controls himself and after their study session ends hyunjin offers to drop her home on his bike and somehow enters her apartment as well where she lives alone and cozy with a good view of the city. They both have a deep convo before it turns into hot late night sleepy smut fr (also unexperienced y/n doing things with the guidance of hyunjin) tysmm

A Shakespeare's Sonnet - Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!!, fluff, minho's mean but he's just an overprotective little shit, minsung exes to lovers, slight angst, felix and jeongin being supportive besties

Summary: The one where Hyunjin needs tutoring literature sessions, you are a smart hot student and Minho almost faints.

Word count: 9,3k (i went too far i fear)

PS: This was sent in April, i apologize for being so late ☠️. i've been working on a felix smau so forgive me 😭

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi

Hyunjin walked the halls of uni, his lazy walk attracting countless girls who would squeal under their breaths as they watched him pass across them, hoping silently one of them could end up being another notch on his bedpost. 

Hyunjin would be lying if he said he didn’t notice. Or that he didn’t love it. He was never one to take advantage of it, but having that feeling around him, of being wanted, was awesome. 

His friends also loved the attention people always had projected on him. It meant being invited to frat parties every single weekend, the coach calling them to the football team, and obviously, having girls flutter around them 24/7. 

What wasn’t something that was guaranteed by Hyunjin’s popularity, was having good grades. 

Hyunjin didn’t really study much, but he considered himself a smart person, so overall, he was a pretty good student. 

Until literature happened. 

He was so sure he was going to ace it, until a new professor, Mr. Jackson, came to uni and started giving out homework and assignments that were hard as fuck. 

The boy couldn’t believe his bad luck, as every single assignment he handed in, returned with a very angry red mark in the shape of an F. 

It was a Wednesday, when Hyunjin sat by the last seats of literature class, knowing how it was going to go down. 

“Do you think you passed?” Changbin asked Chan. 

Chan only snorted. “No way, man. I actually read the book he gave us last time, like 3 times, and the fucker still gave me an F” he rolled his eyes. 

Hyunjin sighed. “I think I failed as well”

“Yeah, dude, you’ve been failing all of yours. What’s up? You never go on a streak” Jisung says next to him.

He shrugs. “I guess it’s this fucking dude that apparently has a thing against me”

“Nah, I don’t think so” Changbin said. “I mean, he has a thing against you, but I think it’s against all of us”

“Thank you” Hyunjin said with sarcasm.

“Yo, this friday we’re going to Seungmin’s, okay? He already gave me a preview of the place and it’s going to be big” Jisung said excitedly. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna go” Hyunjin said.

His three friends went silent.

“Excuse me?” Changbin asked. 

“Yeah, I’m failing literature way too hard and without a reason. And, I don’t know about you, guys, but I really want to get my degree. And literature won’t stop me from getting that” He told his friends. 

“But mate, it’s literally one party” Changbin said.

“No, it’s one party every week” he told him. “Maybe that’s why I’m failing. Because I’m not trying hard enough”

“Well, it won't be the same without you there, mate, but it’s your call” Chan smiled slightly.

“Thank you!” Hyunjin said with a high pitched voice. 

Mr. Jackson’s unwanted presence walked into the room and Hyunjin sighed in disdain. He wanted earth to swallow him up already. 

“Okay, class, I’m handing you today your assignments from last class. I am… disappointed to say the least” the professor said and Hyunjin inwardly rolled his eyes. “Only two people passed, and that’s Mr. Lee, and Miss Y/L/N. Congratulations” the man smiled at two students who were in front of him. 

Hyunjin frowned. He had to get the number of either of those people to help him pass this fucking subject. 

“Oh, of course Minho passed. Ugh” Jisung faked a gag.

Hyunjin smiled. “What’s the matter?”

“See that guy over there?” he pointed at a guy with slight orange hair going on black, talking to a girl. “That’s my ex”

“Oh God, that’s your ex! Minho goes here? Since when? How did I not notice?”

“Yeah”

“Fuck…”

Jisung frowned. “Why do you say that?”

“I was going to ask him to tutor me, since I suck” 

“No! No, no, no. You won’t ask Minho to help you. No way. Ask Y/N, his friend” Jisung shook his head. 

Hyunjin frowned. “O…kay” he said slowly. “I will. Y/N… I think I know her. Her hair… sounds familiar”

“Yeah, we went to high school together” Jisung replied.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “That’s Y/N?” he asked. 

“Yeah” He nodded. 

“I didn’t… I didn’t even know she went here” he said with a confused tone.

“Why do you sound disappointed?”

“I… okay, I used to have a crush on her when we were in like… third year? And, well, apparently she didn’t like me” Hyunjin shook his head.

“You’re lucky I liked you in secondary. You were an ass” 

“Yeah…”

Hyunjin straightened up his position when Mr. Jackson walked towards him and put the paper on his desk. 

“Disappointed in you, Mr. Hwang” Mr. Jackson told him.

When he walked away, Hyunjin turned around. “He always says that” Hyunjin spat. 

Jisung smiled. “I actually got a D this time”

“Yeah, I got an F like always”

Jisung pressed his lips together. “I really think you should consider talking to Y/N to help you” he told him. “She’s a good girl. And she’s super smart”

Hyunjin chewed on his lip. “Okay…”

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You put your paper away inside your bag and smiled at your friends. 

“Okay, I am, like, so jealous you guys passed” Jeongin sighed. “I’ve only passed two of his assignments. And this is like the eighth!”

You smiled with a giggle. “It’s only reading and rereading the texts. This one was really tough. I’m lucky I got a C” you said. 

“Yeah, I got a C-” Minho said. 

“Yeah, sorry, why was Jisung staring at us?” Felix asked, nudging his forehead towards him. 

You all turned around and saw Jisung talking to his friend. 

Minho sighed. “I don’t even wanna know, honestly” he shook his head. “I can’t believe he’s still friends with that asshole, my God”

“Who? Hyunjin?” Felix asked.

“Yeah”

“He’s… not that bad” Felix scratched the back of his head sheepishly. 

“Yeah, no. He’s horrible” you sighed. “He was always staring at me with a scowl on his face and being witness of his bully friends back in high school”

“Thank God those fuckers didn’t apply to this one” Jeongin sighed. 

“Yeah. Unfortunately we got the worst. The witnesses” Minho said. “And of course, because the universe couldn’t have conspired enough against me, my ex”

“I still don’t know why you guys broke up” Felix said.

“Yeah, me neither” Jeongin shook his head. 

“I just got tired of the people surrounding him. And the way they influenced him. He was one thing with me and a totally different one when he was with his friends. It was like he was embarrassed of me or something. Like they didn’t know he was gay” Minho explained.

“But they knew” You deadpanned.

“Yeah” Minho nodded. “And cherry on top, he cheated on me”

“He did?” Felix asked.

“Yeah” 

“That’s horrible… well, good riddance, right?” You smiled at him.

Minho forced a smile, “Yeah… good riddance” he chuckled, unsure. 

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You grabbed your stuff and quickly pushed it inside your bag as soon as the bell rang. 

“See you next week, class. Don’t forget to bring your assignments” Mr. Jackson said and left. 

“Hey, do you want to go to the coffee shop next to our dorms?” Jeongin asked next to you.

“Y-“

“Hey, Y/N” a masculine voice said behind you. 

You frowned as you turned around, only to find none other than Hwang Hyunjin in front of you.

You arched your eyebrows. “Uh, hello?” you said unsure. 

“Can I- Can I talk to you for a sec?” he asked, fidgeting with his hands.

The man was nervous. 

Strange. 

You turned around and looked at your friends. 

“Call us if you need us, Y/N” Felix politely smiled at Hyunjin and winked at you.

“Yeah, you guys go. I’ll catch up” you nodded. 

“Okay…” Minho said unsure, grabbing Jeongin’s arm and pulling him with the rest. 

You turned around and looked at Hyunjin. “…What’s up?” you asked.

“I- I was just wondering… you know, since you’re basically rocking this subject and well- you and Minho are the only ones who passed the last assignment… I was- just… wondering if you could- I don’t know, tutor me or- or something?” he asked. 

You snorted, unable to help yourself. “I didn’t know you knew my name”

“Yeah, I do. We- we went to high school together” he frowned. “Why?”

“Well, you basically ignored me in high school” you shrugged. “Figured we aren’t as cool as your wolf pack over there” you nudged your head towards his friends. 

Jisung smiled and waved, while Chan and Changbin made a peace sign with a nervous smile. 

Hyunjin sighed. “Yeah- well, I was an asshole in high school”

“I know”

Hyunjin inwardly winced. “So… about tutoring…”

You snorted and grabbed your stuff. “Goodbye, Hyunjin” you said and left the classroom.

Hyunjin stood there, watching you walk away while his friends snorted and laughed. 

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen a girl reject you” Chan laughed while Changbin cackled with his infamous laugh. 

“Ha-ha” Hyunjin said humourlessly. “That wasn’t funny”

“Oh, it was” Jisung laughed. “She literally laughed in your face”

“I’m gonna fail literature and never get my degree. I wanna die” he whined dramatically as he plopped down on the chair. 

Changbin rolled his eyes. “Be persistent mate. Come on. You have that charm and effect on people. Use it”

Hyunjin opened his eyes and looked at Changbin. “You say I should- like- follow her around and-“

“Yeah” Changbin nodded. 

“I never beg” Hyunjin shook his head. 

“Well, mate, you gotta push your ego aside if you wanna pass literature” Chan shrugged. 

Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah, I know. The girl hates me though”

“I wouldn’t blame her” Jisung shook his head. 

“Why’s that?” Changbin said. 

“Well, me and Hyunjin were with the popular group. Who were straight up bullies” Jisung explained. 

“You guys bullied Y/N?” Chan asked, his eyes widened. 

“No!” Hyunjin said loudly. “No, we didn’t. I don’t want to talk about high school. It’s been ages. Let’s just… move on”

“Okay…” Chan said unsure. 

“Well, what are you gonna do, Hyunjin?” Changbin asked. 

Hyunjin sighed and looked at the ceiling. “I think I’m gonna continue asking her”

“Yeah, figured” Jisung nodded.

Hyunjin looked at him with a frown. “Why’s that?”

“Well, you couldn’t stop staring at her ass, for all that matters”

“Hey! I’m not attracted to her, and I’m definitely not sleeping with her” Hyunjin whined. 

“Sure” Jisung nodded with a smirk. “So, about Seungmin’s…”

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You opened the door of the café and walked inside with a scowl. 

Minho looked up from their usual table and his eyes softened. “What’s up, Y/N?” he asked you. 

You sat down with a huff and left your bag hanging on the back of the chair. “Nothing. This fucker just asked me to tutor him”

“The audacity” Minho rolled his eyes. 

“Why’s that bad?” Felix asked, sipping on his iced tea. 

“Because he’s literally the guy who made my high school life miserable!” you whined. “My life and Minho’s life”

“Oh, well, maybe he’s- you know- changed” Felix tried. 

“Could be. The guy was staring at you like he was terrified” Jeongin said. “It was laughable”

“Maybe because he knows what he did” Minho added. “Typical bully attitude to get what he wants”

“I don’t know. He looked weird, though” You confessed. “Like he was nervous. He was all fidgety and awkward about it”

Felix hummed and looked down at his beverage. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It will be fine”

“Yeah, thank you, guys” You smiled at your friends.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You got us” Jeonging winked, poking your cheek with his finger, making you laugh. 

“I know. That’s why I love you guys” you smiled. 

An hour passed and you and your friends were having fun, as Jeongin was telling you about his date last night. 

“And then she laughs in my face, like- fully in front of me and I feel the stink in her breath. She had ordered ravioli with a cream cheese sauce that was showered with garlic” Jeongin said while you all cackled. 

“Oh my God, and what did you do?” You asked. 

“Nothing, I just contained my breath in and nodded at everything she said” Jeongin said. “Near death experience”

“And do you plan on texting her or something?” Minho asked.

“No, I mean, she was really cute but other than her attempted murder, we did not connect in the talking at all” Jeongin shook his head with a frown. “No way” 

“Okay, let’s all look down or look like we’re in a deep conversation” Minho said, suddenly.

“What?” Felix asked, confused.

“Hyunjin just walked in” Minho replied. 

Your eyes widened and Minho grabbed your arm when you were about to turn your head. “No, no, don’t turn around” he said, in front of you. “Okay, so my mother just died and we’re like- mourning or something”

“Good grief” Felix shook his head, biting on a muffin. 

Hyunjin, as soon as he stepped in, started whipping his head around, trying to look for you. He saw the back of your head while you were engrossed in a conversation with your friends. He took a deep breath in and tried to collect all the courage he could muster and walked towards you.

“Oh, no, he’s coming” Felix whispered.

“Act normal” Jeongin said.

“Hey, Y/N” Hyunjin said standing in front of you.

You looked up and blinked. “Hyunjin, what are you doing here?” 

“Man, my mother just died. Could you have some-”

“Minho!” Felix said, slapping his arm. 

Hyunjin looked at them curiously and you huffed. “Don’t mind them. What’s up?”

“I know you said no already, and you probably don’t like me at all but I seriously need your help” Hyunjin pleaded. “You see, I need to pass literature to get my degree. Please, I’ll literally pay you, whatever you want”

You chuckled and you moved your head to the side. “Hyunjin, are you serious right now? You’ve ignored my existence since we’ve met and now, when you need something, you acknowledge me?” you snort at the end. “Sorry, not happening”

Hyunjin let out a whine and out of literally nowhere, the man dropped to his knees.

“Oh my God” Felix mumbled and looked away.

“Y/N… I’m begging you. Please, please, please. I’ll literally clean your dorm, pay for your food, I’ll buy you whatever you want, just please, please tutor me” he asked, giving you puppy eyes.

You looked into his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Okay…”

“What?” Minho asked, in a high-pitched voice.

“Yeah, what?” Hyunjin asked, surprised as well.

“I’ll tutor you, just please get up. You’re embarrassing me in front of everyone” You said with a grimace.

Hyunjin quickly scrambled to his feet and nodded. “Okay, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Here’s my number” he said, grabbing a pen and scribbling the number into a piece of paper and handing it to you. “Text me. We can meet tomorrow”

“Yeah, okay” you nodded slowly. 

“Thank you, again, Y/N. I really appreciate it a lot. Sorry for bothering” Hyunjin said and quickly walked away.

You looked at him with a frown as he walked out of the café and then turned to look at Minho who was glaring at you. 

“What?” you asked him.

“I’m just gonna ask one simple question. Are you playing stupid? Or were you just born with it?” 

“Oh my God-”

“You just accepted tutoring the devil incarnate, Y/N!” Minho said dramatically.

“Did you see how he was begging on his knees? I don’t want to be as cruel as he was” you argued.

“The guy is the worst, Y/N. Come on” Minho insisted.

“I don’t know, Min. He really needed help” Felix tried. “I think it was sweet of you to give in” 

“Thank you, Lix” you said sincerely. 

“What if he just wants to sleep with you?” Minho asked.

“God, Minho! Hyunjin does not want to sleep with me” you laughed. 

“Yo, why not?” Jeongin asked. “You would make a hot couple”

Minho faked a gag. “Please no”

“You’re into guys, wouldn’t you say he’s hot?” Jeongin asked.

“Yeah, he sure is. But he’s a horrible person so no. I don’t like him” Minho spat, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Okay. Why don’t we all calm down, hm?” Felix asked. “Y/N’s gonna be tutoring Hyunjin and we’re all going to be supportive friends and be there for her if she needs anything”

“Thank you” you mouthed and he winked. 

Minho sighed and looked away. 

“Just trust me. You know I wouldn’t do anything” you told him.

“Y/N, it’s not you I’m worried about. I know you’re not going to do anything. But him? Yeah, I don’t trust him” he said. Felix gave him a look and he let out a breath. “But… I’ll give it the benefit of a doubt”

“Great” Felix clapped. “Everything’s solved. Can we please go back to talking about Jeongin’s horrible date with the garlic breath girl and all?”

“Yeah” you nodded. 

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You dropped your bag on the chair next to the door of your room and sighed. 

“Wanna order take out?” Minho asked from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, chinese, please” you called out.

“On it!”

You dropped your body on the bed and felt the purring of one of Minho’s cats next to your head. 

“Hey, Dori” you cooed, brushing your fingers across the cat’s soft fur. “You missed me?” you asked and the kitty purred. “Yeah, you did” 

You grabbed your phone from your jean back pocket and the piece of paper with Hyunjin’s number fell out. 

Sighing, you picked it up and after a while of thinking, you added him into your contacts. 

Y/N: hey, it’s y/n

You texted him and left the phone on the bed, to stare at Dori.

The phone vibrated and you grabbed it.

Hyunjin: oh hiii

You frowned. “A hi with three ‘I’s?” you asked yourself in a whisper. 

Hyunjin: what’s up?

“What’s up? God, we’re just gonna be having tutoring sessions. You don’t wanna know how I’ve been” you harshly whispered to yourself.

You: fine. Do you wanna meet tomorrow at the café me and my friends were having a hangout until you interrupted-

You sighed and pressed the delete button. 

You couldn’t send him that.

You: i’m ok. you wanna meet at the same coffee shop tomorrow after english?

Hyunjin: yeah, i’m okay with it.

You: great. 

You left the phone on the bed and went to help Minho while he put on the plates and silverware on the table.

“Everything okay?” Minho asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I was just texting Hyunjin” you told him. “I told him he could meet at the coffee shop from today”

“The one where he rudely interrupted us?”

“Yeah, the same one” you laughed.

He smiled and then looked down. “I’m sorry if I was harsh with you today” he said quietly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Min. I know you’re just looking out for me” 

“I know. I just… we suffered a lot in high school and- well, I don’t wanna go through that again. Neither of us” he shook his head.

“Aww, are you sweet talking to me?” you cooed.

Minho dropped his soft expression and rolled his eyes. “Man, you ruined the moment. I hate you”

“No, you love me” you said and wrapped your arms around him.

“Get off” Minho said.

“You love me” you said louder.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” he said. 

The bell rang and he looked at the door. “That’s the take out. Be right back” 

“Go ahead. I love you too”

“Shut up”

You giggled as you made your way back to your room and grabbed your phone. Your heartbeat started beating faster when you saw the notification from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: see you tomorrow, y/n :)

“Fuck, you stupid heart. Stop doing that!” 

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You sighed as you tapped your nails on the wooden table from the café as you waited for Hyunjin. 

He was 10 minutes late and you were so close to grabbing your stuff and fleeting out of there. 

Suddenly, your eyes caught his figure being followed by a girl who was looking at him with a smile while he had a frown on his face. He said something, making the girl’s smile drop and walk away embarrassed. 

You looked down and felt a weird feeling in your stomach.

Hyunjin, with a sigh, sat down on the booth bench. “Hey, I’m so, so sorry Y/N” he said, sounding tired.

You didn’t even have the heart to say something rude to him because he was late. “No worries” you breathed out. “Did something happen?”

“Oh, uh… no, it’s just this-”

“Girl?”

Hyunijn looked at you, wide-eyed and then let out a laugh. “Yeah, kind of”

“You slept with her and she wants more but you don’t want more?” you asked, feeling that curious, annoying thing on your stomach.

Hyunjin shook his head. “No, she’s uh… my ex-girlfriend” he said.

“Oh…”

“Yeah” he nodded. “We broke up a long while ago but- well, I broke up with her but she didn’t take it well”

“How long ago was that?”

“Four months ago”

“Four?” you asked and he nodded. “Fuck, that’s a long time”

“I know” he sighed. 

You chewed on your lip. “Okay, we can start now. I’m sorry I asked, I just- well, you looked kind of bothered” you said.

“No, it’s okay. Y/N, thank you” he said with a little smile.

Those damn butterflies kicked inside your stomach and you inwardly rolled your eyes. You hummed and looked down at your computer. 

“Right! So, the next assignment is to choose a sonnet from Shakespeare and analyze it. That means we’ll have to search, read some and well, choose the one we like the best” you told him.

“Oh God, I hate this already” he said, pressing his forehead against the table.

You giggled. “It’s not that bad. I collected a bunch for you to pick” 

He pulled his head up quickly and smiled. “Really?” 

“Yeah” you nodded.

“You’re the best” he smiled wider. 

Fuck, that’s a pretty smile- FOCUS. “It’s nothing” you scoffed with a little smile too.

“No, really. It’s a lot. Let me see” he said and you pushed your computer towards him.

As he started scrolling through the different sonnets, his eyes couldn’t help but wander towards your face. You were looking out the window while sipping your pink drink with a sense of tranquility, something that was definitely lacking in his life. Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel his heart hammering in his chest as he admired your pretty face. He paid attention to the way you sucked on the straw of your drink and he bit his lip. 

You were so attractive to him and you had no idea. 

How didn’t you see it? How didn’t you notice him staring at you in high-

“You picked one yet?” you asked him, turning your head to face him.

He blinked a couple of times and nodded. “Y-yeah” he lied. “I picked one” 

“Let me see” you said, grabbing the computer. Your eyes lit up and smiled at him, making him feel a flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt till now. “Wow, Sonnet 116. Good choice. You are one romantic guy, never thought of that” 

His eyes narrowed, confusedly and then nodded. “Yeah… I guess you didn’t know that about me, huh?” he joked.

Hyunjin was in fact a very romantic guy himself, he loved cliché stuff and, whenever he painted, he tried to symbolize love as much as he could. He would paint red roses very often, thinking they symbolize an act of love, sensualism and mysticism. Hyunjin loved romantic comedies and he always cried with them.

But that was a secret he kept well hidden.

“Well, this one you picked is very beautiful” you said with a smile and he couldn’t help but reciprocate it. “Let Me Not to The Marriage of True Minds is one of his most famous works” 

Hyunjin immediately took out his computer and started typing whatever you said. 

“We can read it together” you said, pushing the computer so he could see it.  

He nodded and you started reading some lines and explaining them to him.

Hyunjin stared at you attentively and tried to focus, he really did. But his stupid brain and heart had teamed up to sabotage this study session, because they were focused on you. You, you, you. Then, his eyes couldn’t help but go down as he took in what you were wearing. 

Fuck, how did he not notice? You were wearing a black top that had a low cut and it gave a good view of your breasts, as your arms pushed them together due to your inclined position on the table. His mind started racing with different dirty thoughts of what he’d do to you if they weren’t in a crowded café. Hyunjin noticed you were wearing a lace black bra and it made him wanna grab-

“He’s basically saying that true love is not changeable, no matter the length of time” you explained, bringing him back to earth.

Hyunjin quickly typed, trying to convince you he was paying attention. 

“He is so certain about his definition of love that, if proven wrong, then he was sure he had never loved anyone” you finished.

“Wow…” Hyunjin said. “That’s… beautiful”

“I know” you giggled. “Well, we have to, basically, do an analysis of it”

“Okay, how do we start?”

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Hyunjin pressed the point button on his laptop and sighed. “Fucking finally” he said.

“It wasn’t that bad, you gotta admit that” you smiled.

He had to admit, he did enjoy literature after all. “Yeah, it was actually interesting. Maybe I should’ve asked you for help a long time ago” he confessed.

“Well, that means you would’ve acknowledged my existence, which you didn’t until… yesterday” you said with a shrug.

That’s a lie, Hyunjin thought. “I… I’m sorry” he said and he mentally slapped himself.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it. Really” you said.

He frowned. He didn’t like the sound of that. He was about to open his mouth when you cursed.

“Fuck! Look at the hour, it’s almost eight” you cursed.

Hyunjin looked out the window and noticed how dark it had gotten. “Right, wow. I didn’t even notice” he mumbled as he looked at his phone. 

“Yeah, me neither” you chuckled, putting all your stuff away.

Hyunjin frowned as he didn’t like the fact that this session was over and you’d probably go back to ignoring each other like you did. 

“Hey, uh… do you wanna go back to my place? Like… to hang out” he said.

You arched your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Well, to be honest, I could pay you back with some take out. Whatever you want. My roommate, Chan, is out for the day with his girlfriend so I'm gonna be home alone” Hyunjin explained. 

You leaned your head to the side.  “Are you inviting me because you feel bad for me or because you don’t wanna be alone?” 

None, I just wanna be with you. “Both, I guess?”

You chuckled and looked away. “Hyunjin-”

“Please?” he asked.

You looked at him again and then sighed. “Fine. But we’re ordering chinese”

“Deal” he smiled, satisfied.

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“She did that?” You asked him as soon as you and him walked inside his dorm.

“Yep. And then she basically threatened Lily, my friend’s girlfriend, to stay away from me because she was jealous” Hyunijn explained.

“Oh my God” you mumbled. “That’s borderline obsessive”

“Yeah, I know” he said, dropping his stuff on the couch, “You can drop your stuff  and sit here, I’ll order take out” Hyunjin whipped his phone out and started clicking on the delivery app.

You did the same and noticed there were a few notifications from your group chat with your friends.

<Besties!!>

Min 🐈: hey, you alive bestie? 

Min 🐈: did you kill hyunjin? I’d be delighted if your answer was yes. I’d even help you bury the body

Innie 💛: min shut up

Min 🐈: what?

Lixie☀️: i think you’re overreacting a little

Min 🐈: i think i’m not

You chuckled and quickly typed your answer back.

You: I’m okay, you guys. calm down!! 

You: i’m at his place.

Innie 💛: excuse me?

Lixie☀️: say what?

Min 🐈: oh my god, I think i’m gonna faint

You: shut up. he invited me and ordered chinese as my payment, i happily accepted bc u know i’d never decline chinese 😀

You sighed. You knew Minho would never approve of this, he’d scold the hell out of you. 

Lixie☀️: okay, take care y/n. 

Innie 💛: pls text us if anything happens!

Min 🐈: yeah that

You: i will, thx! love u guys

“Okay, it’s on its way. Want a drink or something?” Hyunjin brought you back to reality and you quickly turned off your phone.

“Oh, uh… what do you have?” you asked him.

“I have wine… coke, water”

“I could have some wine” you smiled.

“Great” he said and took it out from the cupboards. 

You walked towards the kitchen and sat down on the stools, feeling your hands get sweaty from the nervousness you felt. 

“So… did your friends roast me via text?” Hyunjin asked. You pulled your face back and he chuckled. “I know you were texting them. You looked really stressed out explaining this situation to them”

You sighed and looked away. “Yeah, uh… I think it’s not news that they don’t like you” you chuckled humourlessly.

He nodded. “I don’t think you do either” he said. He hoped that was untrue.

“Well. I had my reasons” you said.

Hyunjin frowned. “Had?”

“Yeah, well, I think you weren’t just as bad as I thought” you confessed.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, you did ignore me in high school” you told him. “And you were friends with the people that made my life a living hell, while you stood there, watching”

He was about to say something but the bell rang. “That must be the delivery guy. Be right back”

He walked away from the kitchen and you put your head in your hands. What were you doing?

Hyunjin came back really fast and he placed the food on the plates, wordlessly, while you just stared.

Great, you ruined the whole mood. 

You started eating and the silence was so loud, you wanted to fleet out the door. 

“I didn’t ignore you” Hyunjin suddenly spoke. 

You looked up and gave him a confused look. “What?”

“I didn’t ignore you. In high school, I mean” he repeated himself. “I was just hanging out with the wrong crowd, and I admit that. I just wanted you to know that I did know you who you were. I didn’t know you attended this uni, though” 

You analyzed his words and expressions. He sounded sincere.

“I… it’s funny, actually. I had a huge crush on you” he said in a small voice.

Now, hold up.

“What?” you asked him with a frown.

“Yeah” he laughed. “You were really cute and just my type. But as I said, I hung out with the wrong crowd and it repelled people like you, fairly. And I wanted to be popular, because it was like a dream and it felt like being powerful but then I understood that it was stupid and there’s literally not a day in which I don’t regret hanging out with those people” 

You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if this was a figment of your imagination.

“So, I deeply apologize” Hyunjin said in a small voice. 

You nodded. “Okay… I uh… I did not know that” you chuckled nervously.

“No, you didn’t have to,” he said. “Really, I’m sorry, Y/N. If it… helps or whatever, I did want to defend you when they said those things to you and your friends. I was just too afraid to say anything, honestly”

“Afraid they’d do it to you” you said.

“Yeah, basically”

You hummed and licked your lips, deep in thought. “I had a crush on you too back in high school” you suddenly said.

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah” you chuckled. “Even if I hated you, I couldn’t… help it” 

“Wow…”

“I never told anyone about this” you chuckled. “Not even Minho”

“Oh God, he hates me so much” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah, well, you’re friends with Jisung, so…” you said.

He frowned. “What’s up with him anyways?” 

You looked up in surprise. “Jisung cheated on Minho”

He looked really surprised to hear that. “What?” Hyunjin asked in a high pitched voice. “No, that’s not it. I mean, yeah, he accused him of cheating but Jisung didn’t do that”

“Yeah, well, that’s what Minho told me. Back at prom” you told him.

“Okay, that’s weird because Jisung did not attend prom” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean he didn’t go to prom? He said he found Jisung kissing other guy” you frowned.

“Yeah, no. Jisung’s grandfather had passed away the day before so he had to travel overnight to his hometown” Hyunjin said.

“Oh wow” you mumbled. “Well, then we’ll have to tell them and maybe…”

“Get them together again?” Hyunjin asked, with a little shrug.

“Yeah” you giggled. “You know, as much as Minho talks about hating him and all… I think he’s never really gotten over Jisung. He still keeps the necklace he gifted him and the collar he made for Soonie” 

“Jisung’s never gotten over him either. He likes to gag at the mention of him but he still has that shirt, you know, the one they shared of-”

“Oh my God, from that Cat Café? The one that says-”

“Cat Café Lovers? Yeah, that one” Hyunjin laughed.

You chuckled and looked away. “Gosh, that was peak cringe from them”

“Yeah”

The chatter continued. You talked about everything and anything. It was like you both needed this talk from a long time ago, and you didn’t know it. 

After eating everything and helping him with the dishes, you looked at the clock and gasped.

“Oh shit, it’s eleven. Fuck” you whispered. “I gotta go, I’m sorry”

“Oh…” Hyunjin said, sounding disappointed. “It’s okay, don’t worry”

He walked you to the door and opened it. He leant against the frame and watched you put your bag on your shoulder and look up at him.

“Thank you for the food… and the talk” you smiled.

“No, thank you. I’ll probably get an A from what we did” he chuckled. “You’re very smart and very kind to help me… even after everything I did”

“It’s alright” you nodded. “And you apologized, so, we’re good”

“Yeah…” he said. “I actually lied” he suddenly blurted.

You frowned. “What… did you lie about?” 

He swallowed nervously and looked down at his feet. “I did like you in high school but… I didn’t stop” 

You pulled your face back in utter shock.

Say what?

“I… seeing you the other day. It made me realize I didn’t stop liking you after all” he chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I thought you were really cute back then but, seeing you now, I see you got even more beautiful and it kills me that I did what I did. And I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable by saying this but- well, I just thought I could tell you because-” he started rambling and you felt a rush of confidence to shut him up.

Shut him up by kissing him. Hard.

Your kiss shocked him but he was quick to grab your waist and pull you against his chest. 

You pulled away and smiled at him. “I like you too, Hyunjin. Even if you suck at literature and stare at my tits the whole time I’m explaining a Shakespeare sonnet to you” you told him against his lips and he blushed. 

“Okay, that’s-”

You giggled and pressed your lips against his once again, making him groan. He pushed you inside his dorm again, closing the door with his foot. Your bag dropped to the floor and he put his hands under your legs, hoisting you up in the air, making you wrap your legs around his waist. 

Hyunjin led you to his room and then laid you down on his bed, all while literally devouring your mouth with his tongue deep, stroking yours. 

He pulled away to kiss your neck and you arched your back, mewling and clawing at his clothed back. 

“Hyunjinnie…” you sighed, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, Y/N” he whispered, biting on your skin. He pulled away and stared at you. “You are so beautiful”

You smiled shyly at him and when he went to kiss your neck again, you stopped him by pulling his hair. 

“What?” he asked, caressing your waist.

“I just uh…”

“You a virgin?” he asked.

“No! No, no. I uh had my fair share of hook ups… but I am not like the most experienced so please-” he silenced you with a kiss, moving his hands under your shirt.

“You-” kiss. “-are perfect-” kiss. “Don’t worry, baby” he whispered and went to kiss you again. 

Hyunjin pressed kisses on your neck down to your stomach, over your shirt until he reached the belt of your jeans. He made quick work of taking off your shoes and your belt. 

You helped him kick your jeans off and he stared at your panties. 

His eyebrow arched, as he looked at your laced black panties. “I wanted to feel sexy” you shrugged innocently. 

He tugged on your legs, making you yelp. “Come here” he growled, kissing your lips as his hands groped your breasts through your shirt. “I’m gonna eat you out until you’re shaking, is that okay?”

You shivered at his tone and his honesty. “I…”

“Has anyone ever done that before?” he asked. You shook your head ‘no’, giving him doe eyes. “What kind of dumb men did you date? Who wouldn’t want to do that?” 

He didn’t even give you time to answer, because he took off your panties quickly and shoved your legs open. 

“Fuck, look at that. You’re so wet, baby” he whispered, smirking at you.

“God, do something, Hyune” you moaned, arching your back.

He chuckled at your desperation and swiped his fingers over your drenched entrance, making you whimper. He dragged those soaked fingers over his tongue and sucked them clean. As soon as he finished, Hyunjin crawled over you and kissed you, inserting his tongue inside your mouth, making your nails dig into his shoulders as you tasted yourself. 

He pulled away and panted as he looked at you. “Do you feel how good you taste?” he asked and didn’t even give you time to answer as he dropped a quick peck on your lips and went down to eat you out. 

Hyunjin’s tongue dragged over your core over and over and all you could do was hold onto the sheets desperately. He inserted his fingers and scissored them as he licked over your sensitive clit in a circle motion. 

Your hands went to his hair and started pulling, making him mewl against your cunt. You pushed his head against your cunt, making his nose press against your clit as his tongue licked over you. 

He had you cum on your tongue two times and then, he pressed a kiss over your pubic bone when he was finished, definitely leaving your legs shaking in pleasure, just like he had promised. He wiped his face with his sleeve and then grabbed the back of his tee, pulling it over his head, letting you admire his toned body.

Your hands immediately brushed over his torso and his abs contracted, feeling the goosebumps run all over his body. He pressed his chest against yours and kissed you again, really soft and sweet. 

“How was that?” he whispered against your lips.

“Fucking mindblowing” you whispered, making him smirk.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, fidgeting with the end of your shirt.

You smirked. “I think you tortured yourself long enough at the café staring at me. Go ahead” you giggle.

He giggled back and pecked your lips and then pressed a kiss to your cleavage. “I couldn’t help it” he murmured and then grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. He stared at your black lacy bra, his hand going under you to grab at the clasp.

You didn’t let him, arching your back at taking it off yourself, exposing your tits to him. 

His hands immediately grabbed them and pushed his face towards them, enveloping one of your nipples inside his mouth and sucking. You arched your back and moaned, gripping his hair tightly with your fingers. He sucked one and then another, then, pushed them together and licked over them.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, I need you to fuck me” you whispered.

“Okay, okay, fuck” he said, giving one of your tits one last suck and then leaned up on his knees, trying to take off his belt as fast as he could. 

You helped him kick off his jeans and saw his erection straining against the fabric of his Calvin Klein’s. It was big already and when he hooked a finger on the hem and pulled them down, your eyes widened. 

His dick slapped against his stomach and his hand went down to stroke himself. 

He knelt on the bed and pushed himself to brace himself over you while looking for a condom. Hyunjin took it out and put it on quickly, and then went back to brush the tip over your entrance, making your nails dig against his forearms. 

One of his big hands gripped your thigh and the other one held his cock to push it inside you. Once he did, you arched your back and he let out a choked moan. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Y/N. And so wet, shit” he whispered against your neck and then he kissed the hot, sweaty skin. 

“Fuck, Hyune” you moaned. 

“Yeah, keep chanting my name like that” he whispered, moving his hips as he hit your cervix over and over. 

You let out a little yelp every time he hit that sweet spot and one of his hands went to one of your breasts, brushing over your nipple and pinching it every now and then.

He licked over your ear and pulled on your earlobe. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he whispered. “So fucking long, baby” 

You put your leg over his shoulder, making him go deeper and pulling a moan from both of you.

His fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed it in a circle motion, it made you get closer and closer towards your orgasm.

You bit at his neck and moaned. “I think I’m gonna come, Hyune”

“Yeah?” he groaned. “Fucking come, then”

Your cunt gripped him tightly, making him groan and thrust even harder. You arched your back against Hyunjn’s chest and came around his length, feeling your vision go white and like you were about to pass out from the amount of pleasure the man on top of you was making you feel.

You barely noticed how he was losing control, as his thrust became sloppier. With a choked moan, he emptied himself inside the condom, his hands gripping the mattress tightly and then with a sigh, he collapsed on top of you, completely spent and satisfied.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly as he panted against your neck. 

“That was-”

“Amazing, fucking amazing” he whispered against your neck. 

You giggled and combed your fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp. 

Hyunjin lifted his head and smiled at you. “You are so pretty”

“Thank you. You are very pretty, too” you said shyly and he blushed. “You blushing?”

He let his head drop against your chest and mumbled, “Shut up”

“You definitely are” you giggled.

“Shut up!”

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After he let you use your shower (in which he may or may not have sneaked in and ate you out against the tiles), you changed into one of his shirts and wandered around his room. You saw the canvases that laid on the desk and smiled as you saw the amazing drawings and paintings he did.

“Wow… you did this?”  you asked him over your shoulder.

“Yeah” he said shyly, brushing the towel over his wet hair. “They’re not the greatest-”

“They’re not? I think they’re museum-worthy, are you kidding?” you chuckled. “The way you painted that rose, wow” 

He chuckled and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I feel so at peace with you, Y/N” he whispered against your neck.

You smiled and put your hands over his arms. “Me too, Hyunjin” you whispered, kissing his skin. “Me too”

“You have practice tomorrow at the studio right?” he asked. 

“Yeah, we have that super difficult R&B choreo” you sighed. 

“Really?” he asked. 

“Yeah”

Hyunjin started thinking about a little something in silence and then spoke up. “Do you want me to change classes?” 

You frowned and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“So that we can practice together. Maybe that’s the reason I never saw you here. Because we never got to practice together” 

You let out a little laugh. “You’re crazy, Hyune” 

“Yeah, crazy about you” he said and kissed your cheek with a loud kiss sound. 

You giggled and shook your head. “Oh, fine. Change classes”

“Yay” he whispered. “What do you usually wear for practice?” 

“Leggings…”

“Oh, it’s gonna be amazing, I’m so sure of it. I’m gonna have so much fun” he smirked.

“Hyunjin!”

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You and Hyunjin woke up with a loud buzzing noise coming from the night stand. 

Hyunjin from behind you groaned and pressed his face harder against your neck. “What’s that, babe?”

“It’s just my phone, hun” you whispered as you grabbed it and looked at the ID of the call. “Hello, Min?”

“Where are you, bitch?”

“Huh?” you asked, surprised at his tone.

“You don’t come home, then you don’t show up at history, and you’re not here at the cafeteria” Minho said.

Your eyes widened and you sat up, looking at the hour. 10:04.

“Shit!” you yelled. “Hyunjin, we overslept!” you yelled, grabbing at his arm and shaking him.

“Hm?” he asked, confused.

“Hyunjin, wake up! We need to get to my dorm to change and then go to the studio! Come on!” you yelled, jumping off the bed and searching for your clothes frantically. “Where the hell did you throw my socks?” 

Hyunjin took his sweet time sitting up on the bed and stretching his muscles. He scratched his eyes and blinked a couple of times. His head turned to the clock on the nightstand and his eyes widened. 

“Holy shit, it’s 10 AM” he said, and jumped off the bed.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” you yelled back as you ran towards the bathroom to brush your teeth in your bra, jeans and only one sock on your feet.

Hyunjin quickly dressed while you brushed your teeth. He combed his hair with his hands quickly and saw you get out of the bathroom, looking around for your shirt.

“What are you searching for?” he asked you.

“My shirt! I don’t know where you threw it. And my socks” you said, looking everywhere.

“Here, use one of mine” Hyunjin tossed you a shirt. “You look better in them” 

You grabbed it and looked at it. “Thank you” you said in a small, shy voice and quickly pulled it over your frame. “My socks” 

“Oh, here” he said. “I found them” he smiled.

“Thanks”

Hyunjin grabbed his stuff and smiled at you again. “Let’s go?”

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You and Hyunjin ran through the hallways, panting.

“To the right!” you yelled and quickly turned with Hyunjin following suit. 

“There you are!” Minho suddenly appeared in front of you just as you turned the corner, with Felix and Jeongin behind him.

“FUCK! Minho!” you yelled. “You scared me!” 

He was staring at you and Hyunjin with a frown. “Okay… please tell me that you are wearing his shirt because he clumsily dropped wine on it and those marks on your neck are just mosquito bites” he said calmly.

Your eyes widened and quickly slapped your hand over your neck, as you looked at Hyunjin with a glare. He just shrugged.

“I think I’m gonna faint” Minho said, grabbing his heart, dramatically.

Felix rolled his eyes and sighed. “Let’s go, guys. We have practice in two minutes” he said with a smile.

You followed them and Hyunjin did too. “I’m gonna ask my professor to… do what I told you, okay?” he asked, grabbing your shoulder.

“Okay” you nodded. 

Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your lips and walked away the other way. You stared at him and then your eyes darted to your friends who were wide-eyed staring at you. 

“No comments, okay?” 

“Oh, no, you come here and tell everything!” Jeongin giggled excitedly.

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After practice, you sat with your friends at the café, telling them everything.

“It was like I had been wrong about him my whole life” you told them, after you finished. 

“Wow, Y/N, he sounds like he really likes you” Felix smiled.

“He does” you nodded. “Hell, he liked me in high school? I did not expect to hear that” 

“Yeah, no one did” Jeongin shook his head.

You looked at Minho and sighed. “Could you be supportive about this?” you pleaded your friend, pressing your hands together.

“What happened with the I’m not gonna sleep with him, he doesn’t wanna sleep with me thing? You bumped your head against a wall and forgot about it?” Minho asked.

“No, we just had a really good conversation in which he apologized and well… I kissed him” You confessed. 

“Hold up, you kissed him?” Felix asked.

“Yep… oh! I have news about Jisung” you gasped, looking at Minho.

He looked up and his eyes widened. “What? What do you know?” he asked.

You smirked. “It was a misunderstanding, Min” you told him. 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course he’d defend his friend. I mean, what can you expect from him?” he laughed, humourlessly.

“He told me that he didn’t even attend prom” you told him and Minho pulled his face back.

“What?”

“Uh… a little context please?” Jeongin asked.

“So, basically, Minho saw what he thought was Jisung at prom kissing some other dude. They fought, they broke up, the end. But Hyunjin told me that Jisung did not go to prom, his grandfather had died the night prior and he had to rush to his hometown” you told him.

“Wow…” Felix said. “That’s- Minho, what do you think?”

“I think I need to go” he said and grabbed his stuff quickly. “Uh, sorry. Thank you for telling me, I’ll be right back” 

You three watched as Minho left the cafeteria in a rush and then looked at each other.

“You think they’ll get back together?” Jeongin asked.

“I think so” you smiled. “They aren’t over each other. At all” 

Felix smiled. “I can’t believe he has refused to date anyone this past year because he is still hung up on him” 

“Yep. Their relationship was really intense and they loved each other very much” you smiled. “Hell, he still keeps lots of things from him at the dorm. I just pretend I don’t see them but they’re there” 

“Like what?” Jeongin asked.

“You know that necklace Minho always wears?” you asked.

“Yeah, the one with the cat- No!” Felix suddenly gasped.

“Yeah, that one was a gift from Jisung” you giggled. “And then the collar that Soonie has, is a gift from Jisung as well”

“Oh my God” Jeongin said. “He talks a lot about hating him and now I realize he does not hate him at all”

“No” you chuckled. 

“Okay, I’m having a deja vu” Felix sighed.

You frowned and turned around, finding Hyunjin running towards you. You couldn’t help the smile that ran across your face. “Hey!” 

“Hi, good news!” he smiled and sat down on the empty seat where Minho was. “Where’s Minho?” he asked, realizing he wasn’t there anymore.

You and your friends smirked. “He went to search for the love of his life” Jeongin said, arching his eyebrows.

Hyunjin looked confused and you just chuckled. “I’ll tell you later”

“Okay” he nodded. “They let me change classes” he smiled.

“Really?” you gasped. “That’s great!” 

“You’re practicing with us?” Felix asked.

“Yeah!”

“That’s awesome, man” Jeongin smiled.

Hyunjin smiled. “I know, I’ll get to practice with my pretty girl” he said, smirking at you.

You groaned when you felt your friends starting to poke at your sides and make annoying noises at you. “Stop it!” You groaned.

“Y/N’s in love” they started singing. 

Hyunjin could only chuckle and shake his head. 

He felt his phone buzz and he took it out. He read the message on his phone and frowned.

You noticed his expression. “What’s up, hun?” you asked.

“Why is Jisung texting me: Minho just kissed me?”

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Two weeks later…

You and Hyunjin sat next to each other and he fiddled with his hands nervously. You put your hand over his fingers and smiled, with a chuckle. 

“Hyunjin, oh my God, calm down! It’s just an assignment” you told him.

“Yeah, I know” he sighed. “It’s just that I need to pass literature or-”

“You won’t get your degree, you told me already, yeah” you giggled. 

Mr. Jackson came over with the assignments and stared at Hyunjin. He gave him a curious look adn then left the paper on his desk with a sigh. 

“Here’s your work, Mr. Hwang. And yours Miss Y/L/N” he said, dropping yours on your table. 

Hyunjin took a look at the paper and gasped. “I got an A!” 

“Me too” you smiled excitedly. “See? I told you you were going to pass”

“I know, but it’s all thanks to you” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing it a couple of times. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you now”

You looked at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You won’t have to wonder now” you said and giggled. 

Your eyes darted to the couple in front of you and sighed.

“Ever since they got back, they won’t stop making out, it’s disgusting” you said to him.

“Hell, we are clingy and we don’t go making out like that” Hyunjin said.

Minho pulled away and looked at him. “That’s a lie, Hwang. Yesterday, I got scarred for life finding you naked on top of my best friend”

“Yeah, I got traumatized too” Jisung said next to him.

“Hey, the happy couples at the back!” Mr. Jackson called out. 

“Sorry” you all four said in unison. 

You and Hyunjin turned your head to the side and found Chan and Changbin mocking you, pretend-kissing each other while making faces. Hyunjin threatened to throw his pencil case while you laughed at them. Hyunjin looked down at your smiley face and his heart doubled its size. Maybe literature hadn’t been so bad after all.

Thank you, literature. 

[vivid-dreamscapes]

Letting the Mha boys pick clothes at Target for you (got inspiration shopping with my mom at Target, sooo).

Deku

“Mkay baby.” You said as you and your boyfriend walked into Target. The large store was surprisingly calm for a Friday night—not busy but not empty.

The two of you continued to walk down the aisles, pulling him away as he awkwardly waved to little kids fanning over him, recognizing him from the TV.

“You’re allowed to pick three of any clothing item here and I have to buy and wear it.” You told him, laying out the idea of this little challenge. His green eyes snapped to your face, widening with excitement before scurrying off, leaving you to wait by the birthday cards. Oh gods.

Shortly after, he returned with one All Might hoodie, a fuzzy pair of baggy All Might pajama pants, and All Might socks. The cutest thing—he got two of each. One for you, one for him.

He of course, paid for his own.

Todoroki

“Hey Shoto, I have an idea.”

You said with a smile, looking over at your boyfriend as he sipped on his drink, looking at his phone. At the sound of his name, he looked up with a simple; “Hm?”

“Pick any three clothing items and I’ll buy and wear them, no take backsies.”

At first he just stared at you, as if wondering if he really had to do this. After a moment though, he shrugged and walked down the aisles.

You just sat on a bench next to a life size plastic dog—the dog mascot for target actually. You gave the fake dog a look before tilting the straw if you’re boba to it, as if offering it a sip. “Want some?”

About then, your boyfriend came back, not even questioning the fact you’re were talking to a dog mannequin with a target drawn on its eye.

“I didn’t really know what to pick, so here.” He said simply, handing you the items casually. The first item was a simple grey hoodie with a very soft and fluffy white inside. The second was a pair of sunglasses in you’re favorite color, and the third was jean jacket with jean square patches in light colors decorating it.

Bakugou

“Thanks for coming.” You said sinking as the two of you waked into Target. Your blonde boyfriend just grumbled, his hands shoved angrily into his pockets. Bakugou hated shopping, so the fact he came with was surprise. You did have an idea to make it up to him though.

“Tell you what. While I’m getting my stuff, you can pick out any three clothing items. I’ll buy and wear them no matter what.” You said and he looked up, clearly interested. Then; with a smirk you probably should have been concerned about, he walked off.

A few minutes later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you found a smug looking Katsuki, his chosen objects in his hand. Suspiciously, you took them with a raised eyebrow, before your jaw dropped.

A lingerie set, a thong, and the only normal thing being some All Might baseball cap. You scoffed and slapped his arm lightly, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips.

Denki (they don’t have yellow T^T)

“Any three things?” The blonde asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down as you nodded. “No limits? Literally anything?” Once again, you nodded.

“For the gajillionth time, yes Denki.” You said with a soft smile and an eye roll. He bit his lip to Fontaine his excitement before squeaking out an ‘okay’ and dashing away.

To be honest, you half expected something extremely provocative, or extremely revealing. But when he came back, you were surprised. He had found a loose black tank top, some cute workout shorts, and a little chain you could hook to your jean belt loops or something.

“I just thought you’d look really cute in them!” He beamed, clearly proud with his pick. Ohhh your heart.

Kirishima

“Anything? Anything I want?” The red head asked, looking at you like he was a puppy and you were holding a treat. You gave him a sheepish grin and nodded.

“Yup. Any three things.” You told him. And with that, he was off, looking at every little thing excitedly.

As you waited by the [favorite accessory] area, you’re golden retriever boyfriend sped around, looking at every little thing. Choruses of ‘Ooo this is cute! But I can find cuter’ and ‘Noo’ and ‘This would be perfect!’ escaped his lips in the twenty minutes he was gone.

Soon, he returned with a big fluffy [Favorite animal] hoodie, some fluffy socks, and some shark slippers to match his at home.

(Tried to keep as gender neutral as possible)

Requests are ✨open for business✨! (Seriously, I have severe writers block, this alone took me a week)

[waaayoutofline]

MRS.CLAUS AND HER HELPER

PROMPTS: “This is just pointless” and “Fine, I’ll just do it myself then.”

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Tags: Grumpy x Sunshine, fluff, awkward Nat, resident sunshine reader, christmas fun! (yes, I’m aware is actually eastern but idc).

Summary —> Natasha has feelings for you. Feelings that make her feel grumpy whenever you are near. Unfortunately, she has no opportunity to avoid you as she is assigned to a holidays mission with you.

WORD COUNT: 2927

“Miss Y/L/N, you are being requested in the conference room,” Friday announced through the speakers, causing you to halt in your tracks, the dummy of practice finally getting a break. Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you stretched your limbs before grabbing a towel. It’s only been three days since you returned from your last mission, so it catches you off guard to be called in already.

After quickly hitting the showers, you head to the lift, pressing the button while humming. But just as the mechanical doors are about to shut, a hand slips in between. “Hey, sorr-…Oh, it’s you,” a rather dry voice comments.

A smile spreads across your lips in a matter of seconds, your eyes following the figure of Natasha Romanoff slipping almost in resignation. “Good morning, Nat!” you greet her cheerfully.

“Morning,” she grumbles. “Where are you going?”

“Conference room,” her eyes widened, enough for you to connect the dots. “Oh, you too? That’s great! Perhaps they assigned us a new mission.”

Natasha, usually a morning person, grumbled. “Oh, yeah… joy,” she says, her tone lacking enthusiasm.

You might think that the red-headed spy isn’t too fond of you. Most would believe she really didn’t like you. She’s always scoffing, complaining, and even whining when forced to be in the same space as you.

But quite the contrary. She is fond of you. That’s the problem.

These fuzzy feelings did nothing but anger her. She has always been in control. She’s supposed to be. She’s a trained assassin, cold and ruthless. And yet, there’s something about you that makes her nerves betray her.

It’s her secret. Well, she is convinced that it’s a secret. The truth is that the whole team is aware. They know how Natasha Romanoff has a soft spot for the resident sunshine. Tony even has a pool going around for when she is going to actually do something about it.

Not that either two of you are aware of this fact.

You seem to be clueless. Unaware of the way Natasha’s ears turn pink whenever you smile at her. Of how her heart aches when you do as little as laugh, the sound so clear and joyful. Of the way she silently but deadly threatens anyone who dares to even tease you. Once, the team, except Wanda and Natasha, devoured your stash of sweets, not aware that they belonged to you. Unfortunately, that day you were particularly sensitive and a few tears slipped away before you could mutter, “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

And unfortunately for the boys, Natasha’s darkened eyes watched silently as the tears caressed your cheeks. The following events that happened are not to be mentioned. Just know that the next day, they all bought bags and bags of your favorite goods, besides apologizing like crazy. Confused, you accepted everything with a “Thanks?”

You aren’t aware of any of that.

She just disconnects as you happily chat away, talking about how excited you were about the incoming Christmas festivities. Plans about decorating the whole tower and baking cookies and brownies and watching Christmas movies with the team and….The ding sound in the air as Natasha practically throws herself out of the lift. You giggle softly, “Where’s the fire at, Nat?” You tease, walking calmly in different ways to her wide, fast-paced steps. Natasha curses to herself, cheeks blazing. It should be illegal to be this cute at such hours.

“I just don’t want to be late,” she snaps. You shrug, not affected by her harshness. That’s another thing that baffled her. Usually, she intimidates even the senior agents with her direct personality and ironic comments and yet, you never seem to be hesitant or scared at all to approach her. It’s like you are immune to it.

Is she losing her touch? She feels like she is losing her touch.

Her hands go to the handle, opening it before doing a painfully awkward gesture for you to go in first. You smile in gratitude when passing next to her, the familiar scent of vanilla making her hold her breath.

“Y/L/N, Romanoff,” Nick greets, dramatically turning around. You say a cheery hello, Natasha just nods. Let’s get this over with. “I know you both just been on a mission, but we need your assistance on this.”

Natasha feels her stomach drop. Taking a seat, the director gives you both two copies of a report. Skimming through it, Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh no, absolutely not.”

“I knew she was going to say that,” Tony chimes in.

“Don’t give her more reason to not do it, Tony,” Steve sighs.

“Are we sure it’s them?” You ask dubiously, eyes still on the paper. Fury nods.

“Yes. We have had surveillance on them for the last month, all points that they have they must have their next exchange somewhere in this mall. They are using the upcoming festivities to go more unnoticed.”

Natasha sighs. “So what, are we supposed to go and possibly catch them in broad daylight?” Fury shakes his head.

“Not exactly. We need you two to go undercover, keep a low profile and watch out for more suspicious activity. A few boxes of cargo isn’t enough to take the entire operation down. While we know they maybe are dealers on the area we don’t exactly know if it’s a full on operation. ”

The Russian’s eyebrows furrow. “Why not send an agent then? Have them confirm.”

“This is too delicate. A couple of rookies are less likely to draw attention. I need your eyes, subtlety, and Y/N’s enhanced hearing,” Fury explained.

Natasha sighed in frustration, pushing the folder away. “So, you want us to go into a mall full of late Christmas shoppers and look for suspicious drug trade that you’re not even sure is happening there?” she summarized.

Fury nodded. “Aren’t you perceptive, Agent Romanoff.”

Natasha opened her mouth to protest further, but Fury beat her to it. “Now, how do you two feel about Santa?”

***

“Oh no, absolutely not,” Natasha huffs indignantly. The sounds of the rushing people are muffled by the door, the lights already making Natasha dizzy. You turn your head to look at her over the shoulder.

”Oh. Do you want to be the elf, then? I don’t mind-“ She cuts you off with a grunt.

”No, I don’t want to be anything. This is absolutely ridiculous. Just wait until we return to the tower, Fury is going to hear it.” A laugh escapes you at the scowl on her face. She sends you the mean look, but you don’t even flinch.

“It’s not that bad. Think of it as a Christmas spirit operation.” You try to cheer up, not really finding the zipper of the disguise. A scoff.

“We’ve been following this narcotic clan for months now, all leading us into dead ends. Perhaps we should start to consider the fact that they aren’t even in America anymore. This is just pointless.”

You shrugged your shoulders, putting the green suit on your shoulder and going to the changing room. “Fine, I’ll just do it myself then.” The spy’s arms, which were crossed, almost get out of their place as she grabs your arm. Gentle enough to not hurt, but firm enough to stop you.

You look up at her and she feels like she is about to faint. “What- no. What if they are here—…”

“You just said they may not even be here, so there’s nothing to worry about.” The reassurance doesn’t seem to calm her, but you keep walking away. Your legs are barely out of the storage room when she calls you to stop.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, fine! Fine. Just…” She stops you, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let’s get this over with.” You clap in excitement and face lighting like a christmas tree, spinning happily. A satisfied grin on your face that she doesn’t get to see. “Great! See you in five minutes, Mrs. Claus!” You sing as you finally exit. Natasha almost hits her head on the wall at how easily she just gave in.

She has definitely lost her touch.

***

“Mommy, why is Mrs. Claus looking so grumpy?” a little kid asks her mom as they pass by, the woman giving you two a disapproving look. You nudge Natasha’s side with your elbow.

“Yeah, Mrs. Claus… light it up a little, will you?” You mutter with a tight smile. “And also, don’t sit like that.” Natasha huffs, but changes position on the tall, red velvet-covered chair.

“Shut it, elf, or I’ll have you sent to the North Pole in no time,” she answers snarkily, but you were too distracted relocating the wall of fake gift boxes to have a better view.

Still, you look at her with an eyebrow raised. “What was that?”

A gulp. “Nothing.”

For as sweet as you were, you did know how to throw a mean glare. Was Natasha into it? Absolutely not.

“That’s what I thought.” The cheers of children echo, Natasha’s face paling as they all line up. Before she can say something about it, you put a hand on her shoulder. “Now, smile bright and be nice to the kids.”

”Bet you wouldn’t be so happy about having small people sit on your lap.” Faking a pout, you bend slightly to look her in the eyes.

”Aw, does that mean I won’t have a turn later?” You tease. And suddenly, all the remarks that the redhead had disappeared into thin air, never to be found again. You giggle. “Careful, your face is matching with your disguise.”

She is still sputtering indignantly by the time you redirect your attention to the crowd, a big bright grin on your face. The fact that she finds you cute even in the ridiculous elf suit you’re wearing speaks volumes.

“Merry Christmas everyone!” You greet happily, dramatically doing a reverence. “See, Santa has got a bit too many sweets before going to sleep situation.” Everyone cheers sadly. “But lucky for us, someone came all the way here all the way form the North Pole to save the day, give a big applause everyone for…Mrs.Claus!” Everyone claps excitedly as Natasha does a big, strained smile and salutes everyone to the public. The children (and even the parents) cheer loudly.

“Marry christmas. Who is ready to sit on my lap?” Natasha asks in exaggerated happiness, flushing some more when you give her a sneaky wink. What did she do to deserve this?

***

Ten or so children go by, all asking for their gifts. You want to think that everything is going well so far, no sign of any undercover trafficking, and everyone seems to be having a great time. Even Natasha.

“What do you want, kiddo?” The little boy grins toothlessly.

“I want a pink pony with fire breath and Pegasus wings!” The redhead hesitates.

“Well, those are rare… Anything else that you want?” The kid stops and thinks for a bit.

“Mmm, oh yeah! I want for mom and dad to bring their adult friends home instead of hiding them from each other. That way we can have a party!” Natasha’s eyes widened, choking on air. Your hand flies to your mouth in surprise as Natasha looks at you in panic. You send her a look that screams “You better fix this.”

“A pink flying, fire-breathing pony it is then!”

Besides that one, of course.

As fewer and fewer kids are in the waiting line, you feel yourself relax. If anything were to happen, at least there won’t be people who will get hurt. Natasha stretches lightly on the chair. When looking at the next kid, a little smile appears on her face. “Would you look at that? You look exactly like a smaller version of someone I know,” she mentions as she pulls the kid onto her lap.

The girl smiles, and you get an idea of who she reminded her of. “Really? From the North Pole? Is she magical?” Natasha makes an exaggerated thinking face while you scoff lightly.

“Well, she is a little bit of a troublemaker at times…” Natasha says dramatically, making the girl laugh. “But yeah… you could very well say she is magical.” Her voice is soft, sincere. You can’t help but blush a little.

***

“Ugh, I’m sweating. Why is this thing so hot?” Natasha complained as you two walked side by side, finally being able to catch a break. You nodded absentmindedly, your eyes wandering until you suddenly froze. Still wrestling with the disguise, Natasha didn’t notice. “I’m suffocating. This can’t be legal…”

“Natasha,” a couple of men scurried into a door next to the bathroom stalls. You recognized the characteristic tattoo of a crossed couple of spears on their necks until they both disappeared.

“It has way too many zippers and—” You hit her with your elbow, startling her.

“Stop it! Give me some room to complain, woman. I’ve already accepted plenty of your side eyes this morning.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled her along by her hand. Her eyes stuck where you two were touching. “What are you…” As you opened the door, you followed down the hallway, being careful not to be spotted. Shushing her and slightly pulling her against the wall to cover with the shadows, you pointed to the now visible men, who were around the corner in a small operation room. There were gift-themed boxes scattered everywhere, alongside bags of bright purple powder. Still, for anyone, it could be said this was a normal management room.

“Pretty sure there aren’t any Barbie houses in those boxes,” Natasha muttered. You nodded, counting the number of guys. “So that’s how they do it. They benefit from the holidays to smuggle the drugs…” She trailed off.

“…and because there is so much activity and shipment movement it goes easily under the radar.” You finished happily, looking up at her with a grin, only to notice that she was already watching you. Her eyes locked on your hand, which still rests softly on her upper chest, the space between the two of you being almost nonexistent. In your excitement, you didn’t notice how close you were.

For a second, you didn’t say anything. No happy comments or quick remarks. She didn’t say anything either, no sarcastic retort or reproach. The only sounds were your breaths and the faint pulse of a frantic heart.

Even if it felt like it was frozen, there was this notion that one of the two was moving slightly closer. If not both of you. But as it turns out, time didn’t actually freeze, and it didn’t take much for someone to spot you.

“Hey, what are yo-… Oh shit.” Someone exclaimed, making both of you jump away from each other. You caught the movement of Natasha reaching for the taser that (you didn’t approve of) was strapped on her back. However, a quick analysis of the man’s face told you enough to make her stop. She looked at you in confusion before reading the spark in your eyes. A nod.

“Oh, sorry, we thought this was an empty closet…” You giggled, dramatically grabbing Natasha’s arm and putting your face on Natasha’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck. You felt her tense before her arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer. You were pretty sure that extra beat wasn’t because of the adrenaline.

“This place is restricted to the public,” he muttered, flustered.

“Sure. How about we try the changing room, sweetheart?” Natasha muttered, loud (and suggestive) enough for the man’s awkwardness to grow tenfold and leave.

“What was that, man?”

“Nothing, just Mrs. Claus and her helper making out.”

It wasn’t long until you both returned to the first level of the mall. “Alright, this should be enough distance…” Natasha mutters, looking for any more tattooed men. Suddenly, an unusually soft, warm sensation process on her mind, looking down she can still see both your hands enterwined. You are looking to, but don't make any attempt to “fix” the situation.

“C’mon, let’s go inform Fury to bring in the team.” Immediately after that, you are pulling her along, Natasha’s face now fully complementing the same shade of her Mrs.Claus dress. If it was because of embarrassment or another feeling entirely she will not tell.

One thing she can say for sure. Perhaps this whole “christmassy operation” wasn’t bad after all.

***

—extra

(A FEW MOMENTS LATER, IN THE TOWER…)

”Great job, agents. I appreciate your work.” Fury hangs the calls, turning to the rest of the team. “Apparently, they found out actual activity of the smuggling. Have plenty of high ranked operators and shipment cargo.”

“Why the surprise?” Bruce questions, while Tony laughs.

”Shit, they actually did?” Everyone looks at him confused. “What? You guys don’t know?”

The room fills with puzzled looks as Steve exhales audibly in his chair. “This operation was merely a facade to orchestrate a charming little rendezvous between Natasha and Y/N. It’s rather remarkable they stumbled upon anything, considering the slim odds,” he elucidates nonchalantly.

”And Fury greenlit this?”

“I did. I’ve grown weary of witnessing Agent Romanoff’s infatuation with Y/N—it’s proving distracting. Even the junior agents are indulging in speculation about their eventual…get together. Sooner rather than later, I say,” Fury explains, shrugging indifferently.

“You did what?!” Natasha growled, practically kicking the door down.

Most people have never seen a single emotion on the director's face. But the ones who were there that day would forever remember the flash of fright that flashed in Nick Fury's good eye.

[supercap2319]

It's my birthday. So I wanted to ask for one of those NSFW imagines that you do...

Steve Rogers surprising y/n on his birthday (the newest member of the team) by letting him eat his cake (his ass).

Y/N's birthday wish had come true about six weeks before his actual birthday was due. It was like something out of a movie where the main character lands their dream job, or in Y/N's case, his dream team.

Ever since the Avengers first appeared together to save the world, Y/N wanted to be a part of the team. He studied hard in school, played sports, and even the occasional computer classes, but what got him the job was the powers he developed. The power to control the very weather all at his fingertips. Nick Fury was impressed, and after a trial run, Y/N was officially the newest member of the Avengers.

Everyone was welcoming. Sure, Tony liked to pick on Y/N because he was the rookie of the team, Steve, aka Captain America, always had his back. Y/N couldn't help but fall for the Captain. He was so nice and kind. He showed Y/N the ropes on missions, and he never lost his patience with Y/N. Even when the situation called for it.

Y/N and Steve were an inseparable team after the first few weeks. Steve would teach Y/N everything he knew from battle techniques to planning and strategizing. In return, Y/N had shown Steve how to work a phone and the internet. What memes were and social media. That's probably how Steve found out it was Y/N's birthday.

The young Avenger didn't want to make a spectacle of his birthday, so he didn't bother telling anyone about it. Y/N figured he could spend a quiet Friday night alone with some Netflix. He was wrong.

Y/N enters his room to find Steve waiting for him on his bed with a small smirk on his face. He wore a blue bathroom and fuzzy red slippers. This was so different from the "old man clothes" as Tony liked to call them that Steve usually wore. His blue eyes were shining with a hidden mischief. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, Cap. What's up? How did you get into my room?"

"J.A.R.V.I.S. let me in. Hope that's fine with you?"

"Of course. Did you need something?" Y/N asked, eyebrows raised at Steve's attire.

Steve stood up and walked towards him. Y/N frowns and gulps as Steve gets closer until he can see the flecks of black in baby blue eyes. His lips are pink and plump. So full and shining with some sort of coat. Probably, lip bomb. "It occurred to me that today was your birthday today, and you didn't tell anyone. Why?" Steve looks at Y/N.

Y/N blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I didn't want to make a big deal about it."

"You should. We're a team now. We celebrate everyone's birthday together. But we can tell the others tomorrow. For now, I have a cake for you." Steve smiled, but he was also blushing very hard, which made him look even more adorable and innocent than he usually did.

"You baked me a cake? You didn't have to do that."

"It's a different kind of cake. And I need you to frost it for me. I can't reach back there."

Before Y/N could ask what that meant, Steve dropped his robe and revealed he was wearing a patriotic thong. Captain America turned around, and the floss of the fabric was so tight around Steve bare ass crack and made his white boy cheeks even bigger than they were and believe Y/N, he's seen Steve in his suit. He knew those glutes would be big.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Y/N blushed, but he couldn’t deny he's actually fantasized Steve doing this just for him. Showing him America's ass.

"I told you. I want you to frost my cake with your tongue. Maybe you'll give me your frosting?" Steve pulled the thong to the side of his cheeks and exposed his pinkish hole. It winked at him. "Please, Y/N?"

Y/N looks shocked. Was Steve really giving him his ass for his birthday? He must be dreaming, right? He pinched himself. He wasn't. This was real, and so was Steve. Steve wanted it. The pinnacle of American dreams was right in front of him, shaking his tight ass.

The young Avenger walked towards Steve and bent him forward against the bed as Y/N spread those golden boy ass cheeks and began to lick Captain America's ass like a dying man.

[choke-me-joey]

Can I get prompt 49 with Eddie?

Friends to lovers, reader and Eddie are stoned and she casually asks him “wanna fuck?”

My fave stoner metalhead fucks like a champ and we all know it 🥰

49. Wanna fuck?

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, drug use (only weed it's chill), friends to lovers, bareback piv, oral (f receiving), Eddie talks too much, creampie, the usual filth

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This was the definition of happiness. Sat in Eddie's living room on a Friday night, a large pizza devoured between you both, beers sipped, spliff smoked and Halloween playing on the Munson's tiny TV. Wayne was working a double tonight, and your parents were out of town for their anniversary, so you had moved in with your best friend for the weekend.

You were curled up in a ball on the couch, the high from the weed hitting you nicely. Eddie snickers from the other end of the couch.

"As if a butcher knife can hold up a body like that, man, I love this movie but that's fuckin' stupid." He rambles to himself before taking another sip of beer. You watch him from your end of the couch.

Eddie was your best friend in the entire world, the two of you having been inseparable since you were 7. Over the years you'd developed a crush on the long haired boy, which now, as you were both in your 20s, was running rampant 24/7. It didn't help that as you'd gotten older and hormones had reared their heads your friendship had become one of flirtatious jokes and banter, leading pretty much everyone to question why the fuck hadn't you gotten together yet?

You watch Eddie tilt his head back further to get the remaining dregs of his beer out of the bottle, and your eyes drag over that beautiful, beautiful neck of his, with that prominent vein and milky skin just begging to be marked up. Your mouth went dry and your head went all fuzzy. Your thighs squeezed together involuntarily to try and quell the throbbing between your legs. Fuck, why did you have to get so horny when you were high?!

Eddie stands up and stretches, his shirt riding up to expose a sliver of pale skin with a dark trail of hair leading into his pants and you swear you almost choked. God, you wanted to lick his stomach- was that weird? To kiss and lick that area below his belly button and follow the trail of hair down, down to his-

"Another beer, babe?" Eddie's slightly slurred voice cut you off and you quickly look away, acting as if you were studying the edge of blanket draped over your legs instead.

"S-sure." You squeaked clearing your throat. Eddie guffaws.

"Good stuff tonight, right? Rick really set me up good. Been impressed with my sales so let me have some of the finer grass."

You shoot him a sleepy eyed smile and nod, watching as he walks to the fridge and retrieves 2 more beers, cracking them open and returning back to the couch.

"Wanna fuck?" The words leave your mouth before your brain can even catch up and tell you what a stupid fucking idea it is.

Eddie eyes widen, and he dramatically spits out the mouthful of beer he'd just taken, coughing.

"W-what?!" He gasps, regaining his composure slightly, and a grin creeping across his stupid, dumbe, dorky, perfect face. "Seriously?!"

"Forget it." You mumble, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You're laughing at me."

"Y/N, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just...surprised, I guess? Shit, I've had a crush on you since forever, I mean, Jesus, how could I not? You're so...so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and I'm the town freak, y'know? Never thought you'd like me that way-" he cuts himself off. "-do you...like me that way? Or are you just bored and horny? Wait, fuck it, I don't care."

He scrambles over to your side of the couch and smashes his mouth to yours, kissing you with an energy you could only compare to that of when he is DM'ing, or playing on stage. You moan happily and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing you both to sink into the couch, Eddie's body moving completely on top of yours.

Eddie licks along your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing his tongue to find yours. As the kiss grows more heated and sensual, you lift up your hips to grind against Eddie, and the friction from the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans has you moaning into his mouth.

"Shit, fuck, you're really fucking sexy, ya know that?" Eddie huffs out a laugh as you reach between you and palm him through his jeans. "Fuck, this is a dream, this can't be real-"

"Eddie, shut up," you giggle, pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw, ghosting over his neck. You lock eyes with him and flick open his belt and button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down and dipping your hand into his underwear, hand enclosing around his cock. Your pussy clenches at how thick he feels in your hand. "Shit, freak, you never told me you were packing."

"You never asked." Eddie smirks, and you stroke his cock slowly, making him groan loudly and drop his head to your shoulder. You smear the precum gathering on his head around with your thumb, and you swear you hear him whine against your neck. Your hand moves up and down his length slowly, making his hips buck into your hand. "Fuck, sweetheart, this is embarrassing but I won't last long if you carry on, been thinking about this for years-"

"Yeah? Been thinking about me jerking you off, Eds? About cumming all over my hand, or in my mouth?"

"Shit, babe, don't say shit like that, gonna make me blow my load way too early," Eddie pants, his face flushed. "Can I eat your pussy? Wanna taste you so bad."

"Fuck, yes, please." You nod and Eddie practically rips your pants and underwear off. He started transfixed and you feel yourself blushing. "Eddie..." You mumble, trying to scoot away. He grabs your hips and holds you in place.

"Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart, I'm committing this to memory, you're so fucking perfect." He spreads your legs, and practically salivates at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Shit, babe, look, she's fucking soaked. This all because of me?" He slowly runs a finger through your slick, circling your clit teasingly. Your back arches.

"Eddie! Shit, yes, always because of you, think about you all the time-" you whimper out, and your admission makes him blanch.

"Y-you do?" He asks quietly, and you nod.

"I'm not just bored, or high, or horny, Eds, always wanted you, always."

"Shit, we're a real pair of fucking idiots," Eddie chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. "You mean we could have been doing this for months, years even?!"

"M'sorry," you pout. "Didn't think you liked me that way."

"Oh baby, you don't have to worry about that anymore. M'not letting you go anywhere now, never make you doubt me again, okay?"

You nod and Eddie pecks your lips before trailing kisses down your stomach and then your thighs, deliberately avoiding your pussy. You whine, bucking your hips slightly and Eddie chuckles, pinning your hips down with his arm.

"Be patient, princess, hmm? Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Eddie, promise, I'll be so good for y-OU!" The last syllable comes out as a shout as Eddie licks from your hole to your clit, flicking it with with tongue.

"Shh, sweetheart, the whole trailer park is gonna hear you." Eddie smirks as he slips a finger into your pussy and you moan out his name. "Oh? You like that? You like the idea of everyone hearing what a naughty girl you're being, huh?"

"Eddieee!"

"Alright, alright, baby, can't wait any longer to taste you anyway." He nips your inner thigh, making your leg jerk. He snickers, the little shit, before making it up to you by placing a kiss on your clit, swiping his tongue over it. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in his curls as he continues to work his tongue over your swollen clit, licking and sucking and moaning appreciatively as you tug on his hair. He slides another finger into you and curls them to find that spongy spot, and his fingers work in tandem with his tongue.

You swore the weed was making this more intense but maybe Eddie was just that good. Nobody had ever eaten your pussy like this before, not even close. Eddie had you on the edge within minutes, the coil in your belly ready to snap at any moment. Your legs were shaking and your head was spinning, the high from both pleasure and weed was making you feel as if you were floating.

"Fuck, Eddie, don't stop, don't stop baby, please, m'so close, gonna cum, y'gonna make me cum so hard!" You cry, and Eddie moves his fingers faster, not letting up on the incredible rhythm he had set with his tongue. Your orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train, your back sharply arching and your thighs clamping around his head as you cry out his name in a broken moan, your release gushing over his tongue and fingers, even his chin. Your vision goes white and you almost forget how to breathe normally.

"Holy shit, princess, that was a big one, huh? You still with me?" Eddie is grinning as he comes up to face you, your juices shining on his goofy face. You nod, pulling him in for a kiss, not minding the taste of yourself. His cock brushes over your pussy, making the both of you moan into the kiss. He breaks away, sitting up. "Condom."

"M'on the pill, Eds," you smile coyly at him and he closes his eyes, groaning.

"Fucking hell sweetheart, you want me to fuck you bareback? Fill you up with my cum?"

You nod eagerly and he climbs back on top of you, sitting back on his heels to take his shirt off. He then tugs at the bottom of your shirt and you sit up, allowing him to peel it off you and throw it to join his somewhere in the room. He groans at your simple black bra, and you grin at him as you reach behind you and unclasp it, letting your tits spill out.

"Jesus H Christ, I always knew you had a perfect rack but...shit, they're even better out the bra than in," Eddie practically growls, cupping your boobs in his hands and experimentally pinching your nipples. When you jolt and whine, he chuckles darkly. "Oh fuck, sensitive, huh?"

"Eddie, come on..." You buck your hips against him, his cock sliding perfectly against your wetness.

"Shit, alright, alright, I got you baby, lie back for me okay? You're not a virgin, right?"

"Eddie!" You snap. He already knows the answer.

He shushes you with another kiss as the head of his cock pushes in to your tight hole, the warm and wet of you making his brain feel like it was buzzing. A few more inches push in and you already feel so fucking stretched out. By the time he's got his entire length in you, you're wondering how the hell he's even going to move; you'd never been this full before.

"Shit, Eds, you're fucking huge, can feel you in my fucking stomach," you gasp and he snorts, placing a hand on your lower belly.

"Yeah? Can you feel me right-" he pulls out and pushes back in. "-here, yeah? Ooh fuck, I know you can, I can fucking see my cock, princess, so fucking deep in this perfect little pussy. You good? Want me to keep going?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, Eddie, fuck me till I can't fucking walk," you hiss. He plants his hands either side of your body on the couch and starts building up a rhythm, the trailer filled with the slap of skin against skin and squelches of your arousal. You bring your hands up onto his back, your nails digging into the skin, which only seems to spur him on.

"God, Y/N, this pussy was fucking made for my cock. Taking it so well, sweetheart, letting me fuck you so good-" Eddie grunts out as he fucks into you, shivering when your muscles clamp down on him. "Shit, baby, you keep doing that and this is gonna be over way too fast."

You're just about to open your mouth for a witty response when Eddie suddenly hikes up your legs over his shoulders. Your mouth drops open and your brows furrow. "Oh, shit, that's better isn't it, huh princess? Can see it on that beautiful face, you gonna cum for me again angel? Wanna feel you cum on my cock."

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, fuck, right there, right there!" You moan, clawing at the couch beneath you as your orgasm starts to build again. Eddie brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing at it harshly. The stimulation from his cock and his thumb is too much, deliciously so, and you cum, screaming his name as your pussy clamps down on his cock. He fucks you through it, cooing at you as you come down from your high.

"Look so fucking pretty when you cum, baby. Feels so good around my cock, shit, I'm getting close, you sure you want it inside?"

You lock your legs around his waist in response, and he lets out a breathless chuckle.

"You're gonna kill me, sweetheart."

"I hope not, I didn't get to blow you yet. Cum for me Eds, wanna feel you fill me up." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss, moaning against his mouth as his thrusts speed up, chasing his high.

"Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Eddie slams his cock into you as deep as he possibly could once more, releasing rope after rope of cum inside you. He cums so much you feel it dripping out of you before he's even pulled out. The noise he lets out is beautiful; a broken moan paired with your name. Eddie drops down on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Holy shit, I don't think I've ever cum so hard. This is it now, babe, your pussy is way too fuckin' good, you're stuck with me."

"I was kinda hoping that was the case anyway," you giggle as he lifts his face from your shoulder to look down at you, grinning like a fool.

"Yeah? You wanna be my girl?"

"I thought that was obvious."

"Babe, I'm high and also coming down from the best orgasm I've had in my life, you gotta be clear with me now." Eddie brushes his nose against yours, pecking your lips. "It's cool if you wanna keep this as a one time thing, or a fuck buddies thing-"

"Eddie, shut up." You grin, once more pulling him into a kiss.

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Thursday (Second, sillier part to follow Friday)

Poll Results: Trespasser Jak

Picking up from HERE, Jak and Daxter have been taken back to Spargus

The drive back to the city was not quiet. Every couple seconds, the kid with the amulet he shouldn't have had was pointing to something else, talking a mile a minute to the fuzzy orange thing. The red rock bluffs fascinated him. The crocadeer on the clifftops fascinated him. The frith-rotted cactus was interesting to this stranger.

Jak started to lean out of the seat again, trying to take in every speck of the horizon.

"Will you stop that?" Damas asked irritably, "You're going to fall out, and I'm not turning this car around to go get you. What are you so entranced by, huh?"

Jak's enthusiasm wasn't dimmed in the slightest. "After they took us to Haven- I thought there was nothing left out there but wasteland!"

"You're in the Wasteland," Damas reminded him.

"Nah."

Jak stood up despite the driver's protests and clung to the turret gun to watch a flock of birds.

"This place isn't wasted. It's alive."

"And you won't be if you don't sit down right now-!"

Damas’s headache only multiplied -- exponentially. once they had actually returned Spargus.

The stranger gawked at everything, sometimes lagging as many as ten behind to look at the most mundane things. Forges. The communication hub/post office. Leapers. A stray chickalope he tried to pick up-!

Getting him into the Gate District garrison building took five minutes longer than it should've, by which time Damas’s patience was almost completely gone. It was all he could do to keep some modicum of professionalism as he herded the boy and the talking spirit thing into a clean, well-lit room for interrogation. He left them with a stern warning to wait there until someone came to figure out who they were.

Then he left to make a very strong pot of coffee. He wasn't going back in there without it.

He quickly decided that needed another kind of drink when he returned ten minutes later only to find Jak, barefoot, sitting on top of the table like a moody teenaged gargoyle. That ratty blue winter tunic was tied around his waist now, and the loose scarf and oversized undershirt didn't quite cover a surprising amount of scars for someone his age -- or maybe not so surprising if he was an Heir, given the proclivity of Haven to put those through the wringer-

No. No jumping to conclusions.

Old burns on the soles of his feet that looked roughly six to seven years old -- a childhood accident or stubborn adventure, most likely -- were the most benign of them. Damas saw old, healed clawmarks, and strange fractal-like patterns not unlike those struck by lightning, crossing his upper arms, shoulders and chest. Here and there he saw raised lines -- the telltale sutures of do-it-yourself shrapnel removal. Regardless of whose blood flowed in his veins, this kid was a soldier. And it looked like he'd been a soldier for a depressingly long time.

Damas pushed the thoughts from his mind and took a seat in the chair the trespasser had ignored.

"Alright. Let's get this over with as quickly as we can, shall we? I have a lot of work to do today."

"Oh...kay...?" Jak gave him a puzzled, wary look and scooted back across the table to rest his back against the wall. "I mean, I can't answer everything, and half of what I do tell you won't sound believable, but that's honestly not my problem."

Patience, Damas. Inhale, slowly. You're just stressed. You can't kill him if he's related to you.

Damas took an exaggerated breath and folded his hands on the top of the table. "I don't much care about your activities in Haven. My agents deliver news regularly enough. No, I want to know how you opened a locked door with a Seal of Mar on it."

The kid looked surprised, and then intrigued.

"Mar? Wait, really? He made it out here too?" Jak looked almost impressed. "Huh! Guy got around!"

"Answer the question."

The orange one answered in the kid's stead.

"Jak here's got the distinct misfortune of being descended from the guy-"

*Allegedly," Jak interrupted. His voice was distinctly harder than before.

"What "allegedly"? Dragging me into the frickin nightmare tomb wasn't enough for ya?"

"Everything we know about that guy we got from Krew, or Samos," his companion argued, "And most of the Oracles didn't bother to warn us that Samos was lying to us our whole lives. So no, I'm not taking that on faith."

Clearly this was a sore spot for the young man.

It just so happened to also be a very sore spot for Damas.

They were just going to act like they so happened to "conveniently" let slip that this boy was supposed to be related to him? Did they think he was a fool?

"What are you playing at?" he snapped, startling them both. "Do you think I am so easily taken in?"

"What-?"

"Tell me, boy," Damas said, much more quietly, "What makes you either brave enough or stupid enough to try to pull that story with me?"

And Jak blinked at him with eyes that were a little too familiar. Wide. Full of shadows and pain and anger but still clinging to the vestiges of innocence. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

"Um. Who? Are you?"

If this was a con, the kid was a decent actor, Damas had to give him that.

"You're telling me you're a survivor of the House of Mar."

"No? I said other people told me I was related to that guy. People with a vested interest in controlling me."

Jak scoffed bitterly and spread his arms wide.

"Little "abandoned" orphan boy kept isolated to train as a soldier, so he wouldn't know what they planned for him. Wouldn't run. And then magically suddenly he's heir to the worst city on the planet? Give me a break. The guards in Praxis's lab came up with better lies than that."

Damas wanted to agree with the kid. He wanted so much to agree with him. Whatever else he might be, clearly Jak was not the kind of person who bought into delusions of grandeur. In fact, he sounded like he actively resented the thought. Damas could appreciate that. Rot, he could even sympathize with the kid.

But.

He had opened a sealed door.

And the river-weasel had just said something about a Tomb.

He really really didn't want to be right, but if they could give an accurate description of the Tomb at some point, that information would be pretty hard to fake.

"Why did they think they could pass you off as Haven's heir?" Damas asked bluntly.

"Because I can make old Precursor crap work, I guess? And the Oracles like me." Jak folded his arms and shrugged. "They're useless when it comes to actually protecting anyone, but at least they tried to help after the fact. More than most hu'mens did."

Oh. Alright, okay. Maybe he's a sage prodigy and he's never been trained. That would make sense-

"Pal, the Oracle called you a "chosen one". That's gotta mean something."

"Chosen for what? Time looped torture?" Jak's entire posture had become rigid. He was beyond agitated, but Damas couldn't quite pin down if it was anger or fear or something closer to grief.

"....I...sorry." The orange one looked down, clearly ashamed. "That's- fair point. I won't bring it up anymore."

Damas didn't want to hear another word of this. Not one. Without stopping to think lest he talk himself out of it, he drew a knife from the back of his belt. The boy tensed even further, looking like he might snap as he watched Damas pull a sheet of paper haphazardly from the notepad that came standard in all the interrogation rooms. Damas ignored him and placed the tip of the blade to the pad of his thumb, pushing until two large drops of blood dripped onto the paper. The boy's tension eased slightly, but he still looked vaguely alarmed.

Damas wiped the blade and, steeling himself, held it out hilt-first to Jak.

"Your turn."

Jak glared at him.

"Are you nuts?"

Damas remained stonefaced. "You want to prove those people wrong? Blood comparison. Computer will be able to identify if it matches old records or not."

"Then why'd you cut yourself?" Jak challenged.

"Control sample," Damas answered shortly, staring until the boy gave in and set the blade against the tip of his little finger.

He declined to specify whether he meant for or against.

Jak twisted his pinkie between his fingers and let a single drop of blood fall onto the paper. He narrowed his eyes at Damas.

"And this is supposed to take...how long?"

"Two months if they're not busy."

Jak unfolded his legs and slid off the tabletop. "Months?! What good does that do me? They'll probably have found a way to guilt me into going back to Haven by then!"

Hm.

Damas leaned back in his chair and studied the boy with a new perspective.

"You're a runaway. Aren't you?"

Jak scowled and folded his arms.

"I'm not! I'm just...there's something I have to do out here. And I can't go back yet."

Suspicion trickled in cold at the back of Damas’s mind. He folded the edge down over the bloodied paper and tucked it into his belt.

"And what," he asked warily, "is this "something" you intend to do?"

The boy's ears dropped, broadcasting uncertainty despite his belligerent posture.

"I...don't know yet. There's just...something was calling me. And I can't leave until I know what it is."

This boy was going to be a walking migraine trigger, wasn't he? But unfortunately there was a reasonably high probability that he was Damas’s kinsman, which meant that under no circumstances could he just toss the kid back to Haven and say "not my circus, not my moncaws".

Just get through this until the blood tests come back. Who knows, maybe the guy will find a place here in the meantime. Or he might decide to fight the squid and die horribly. One step at a time.

Damas opened the door and beckoned to one of the district guards down the hall. Commander Shui left her subordinates immediately to respond.

"Sir?"

Damas nodded back towards the trespasser.

"Have someone show him to the showers. Once he's cleaned up, see if you can't determine his age."

Shui glanced at Jak, but never lost her stoic expression. "Understood. Is he a candidate for the trials?"

Damas ignored the harsh whispering between the boy and the...okay that was called an ottsel apparently. Didn't have those out in the desert.

"I doubt even he knows. For the moment, we will proceed as though he is a refugee."

He sighed.

"I have matters to attend to. Inform me if he causes any problems."

Jak wasn't sure how to feel about this turn of events. Six days of maddening dreams of eco comets and a broken string of beads. Five days of something pulling on his eco core, or his soul, the way the Precursor Stone had.

He wasn't sorry for leaving Haven in the middle of the night. The Grand Council had been getting more and more vocal with their more...Praxian...views on his right to life and liberty, and Samos just kept telling him to focus on what was "more important", fighting metalheads and new Krimzon Deathbots.

When the Call took him down that ancient eco mine, it had felt like an escape. He'd told himself he'd go back after he found what was at the end of the tunnel. And he'd meant to, if only because he thought he had nowhere else to go. After all, Daxter had built a life in Haven. He had a mentor. A girlfriend. A whole business!

But regardless of all the pretty lies Samos and Onin and Ashelin filled his ears with, Haven was not Jak's home. He would not take responsibility for their evil. And even if he was descended from their founder, they all let Praxis kill whatever blood relatives he might've had! They decided the line of Mar had no say in government, so who was Jak to contradict them?

It was strange -- almost unfathomable -- how his perspective could have changed with a rebalancing of eco. The Oracle down in that desert temple, it had pushed through old scars, given him access to light eco, when he'd thought the substance didn't exist anymore. The constant aches that ruled his every waking moment when it was even slightly cold out, the irritability, the burning in his core, it was gone.

How had he become so accustomed to at least low levels of pain as a daily companion? Jak hadn't realized how bad his condition had been until it was gone. And his mind felt clearer than it had in months. Maybe even years. Home was far behind them now. Sandover was forever lost to them, along with all remains of Jak's innocence. Because of Onin. And because of Samos.

Without his thoughts dulled by pain and lack of sleep, Jak thought of his heartfelt thanks to the manipulative old sage and wanted to be sick.

And now he was on an island, eighty nautical miles from Haven. A wild, living, sanctuary of Wastelanders and open wilderness. They called it "wasteland", but Jak couldn't understand why when it was so beautiful.

That Call still pulled at his heart, told him he wasn't done here yet. And he was relieved, because the longer he spent under clear, blue, sky, the more he hated the thought of returning to that corrupted city.

Just because he'd told Ashelin it was worth saving didn't mean he belonged to it.

Damas -- the angry man he'd startled when they came up out of the catacombs -- left, and a well-built woman about his height entered the interrogation room.

"Holy crap, a lady Sig!" Daxter hissed in his ear.

The Wastelander did have a prosthetic eye -- her left, not her right -- of the same make, but that was really the only similarity. She carried herself like Ashelin -- someone in command, used to cooperation if not obedience -- and that alone put Jak on-edge. He met her searching gaze with a hard stare, determined not to be the first to flinch.

"Hm." The woman clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

"I see what he means. When's the last time you washed?"

"Do pools of water count?" Jak asked. If there was sarcasm in the tone, so what? "Expendables don't get time to wash."

"Eesh." The woman curled her lip. "Well that's not going to fly in my garrison."

She turned to shout down the hall, "Strom! Get the rookie to the showers before the flies move in!"

"Oh rot you!"

[hollandsfavbabe]

Movie Night

pairing: tom holland x reader

synopsis: in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

warnings: smut, fingering, masterbation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), riding, literally pure filth

word count: 4.8k

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The sun was setting outside the window of the living room as you lay down blankets on the sofa and set up pillows for you and Tom’s nightly movie night, setting the late night scene with the new absence of light. Ever since the COVID epidemic had begun and you moved in with the Hollands to avoid quarantining alone, you started the already classic tradition where one of the five of you would get to choose a different movie every night and watch it as a family in the living room, adding in blankets and pillows to make it one big sleepover party on Fridays. With Nikki, Dom, Sam, and Paddy living away in a separate house, movie nights usually consisted of you, your boyfriend Tom, his brother Harry, and of course his best friends Harrison and Tuwaine. Usually you would have some help with putting together a comfy place for you all to relax, but there was just one key difference with tonight’s movie night; you and Tom would be watching it alone. After the last Friday movie night, a few of you started feeling a little under the weather, Harry Tuwaine and Harry with a terrible cough and lack of smell while you and Tom felt fine. Immediately you all rushed to take COVID tests and as suspected, you and Tom were both negative, but Harry, Tuwaine, and Harrison all tested positive for the virus and were really starting to feel the symptoms. With masks strapped to your faces, you all returned home, split up the house, and agreed that until the boys got over the virus, you and Tom would be their prime care takers and have to cancel all movie nights until further notice. Your domain to share with Tom consisted of the downstairs area, anything from the kitchen to the living room and the master bedroom you had been sharing with Tom since your arrival. Meanwhile, the sick boys were all instructed to stay upstairs where they had to share two bedrooms between the three of them as well as a single TV compared to you and Tom’s two TVs. Along with feeling bad for the sickly boys, you were sad about missing movie night until it came to your attention after several FaceTime calls and other online interactions with the boys upstairs that movies on Disney+ could be streamed at the same time on separate devices. Needless to say, you got right down to business and spent the rest of the week planning and strategizing how you could do a movie night together, yet apart. By the time Friday came, you had it all together. The boys upstairs would be watching it on their TV while you and Tom would watch it in the living room where you usually would. Tom had dug up old walkie-talkies from when he and his brothers were little and managed to get them working again, tossing one up to the boys so you could converse with each other without is desired. “Tom!” you shout. “Living room’s ready!” Your boyfriend walks out from the kitchen where he had been preparing snacks for the boys, a big metal bowl of popcorn in hand as he smiles at you. “Right love, I’m just going to get this up to the boys, make sure they’re ready, and we can start it up.” “Sounds good.” you confirm, leaving briefly to change into your pajamas. When you return, you spot Tom sitting upon the couch, the lights off and the movie paused on the TV as he waits for you. The walkie-talkie for you both lies on the coffee table, supported by a stack of books so that it is easy to reach and upright. You take in the setting, beaming at Tom until you notice something. You would have missed it if you hadn't taken the time to look around at the dimly lit scene. Your boyfriend sits on the sofa, his legs propped up on the leg rest, partially covered by one of your fuzzy blankets, his pajama pants peeking out from the bottom where the fabric ends at his feet, but completely bare on the top. From the moment you moved in, you knew new boundaries would have to be set for you and Tom when it came down to your intimate life as a couple. It was easier when one of you was staying at the other's flat, alone in the dignity of your own space to do whatever you pleased, but now, with others present, you both had to accept that for the comfort of your housemates, you could not be as active. It wasn’t long after when you figured out that having him less made you want him more and Tom felt the same went for you. In the past three months of the pandemic, you had been completely satisfied only twice, you both resorting to only short sessions that were sustainable, but never filling. Though you loved living with all the boys and could function fine without your fair share of Tom, you still desired him and how here he was, half naked and tempting. At first it’s just his shoulders, the blanket hiding what you know to be his perfectly sculpted chest and torso which allows you some peace of mind. You step closer to him, convincing yourself that his lack of coverage does not change your desire to watch the movie instead of doing something (or someone) else until he lifts up the blanket, showing off his abs that flex in light glimmer from the TV as his arms outstretched, gesturing for you to sit with him. You hesitate, not because you wish to sit apart from him, but because you’d rather do more than just cuddling. His bare skin is enticing. You start to crave his touch, not the tender type, but the kind that leaves you panting out of exhaustion. Your lascivious thoughts become increasingly worse as you are reminded of the lack of intimacy you two have been allowed lately with his brothers around. The very same brothers that are under strict instructions not to leave the upstairs area where they have a horrible view of the downstairs living room. It’s too perfect. “C’mere,” Tom requests, motioning for you to join him. You do as is asked of you, taking a seat on his lap as he wraps the blanket around his shoulder and the both of you, nesting his chin into the crook of your neck and his arms around your waist as he pecks you on the corner of your lips. You shudder. “You cold, love?” he asks out of loving concern. You answer honestly. “Not in the slightest.” Before he’s able to ask you to elaborate, static plays from walkie-talkie as Harry’s voice rings through it. “Are you guys ready yet?” Tom reaches over to the old toy and presses the reply button as he speaks into it “Yep, we’re starting it…now.” He paused to play the movie, simultaneously setting the walkie-talkie down. It had only been playing for five minutes, but you were gone. You were watching it, but you were definitely not paying attention as every word that left the character’s mouths flew in one of your ears and out the other. You were much more focused on something else as Tom’s hot breath fanned over your neck causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His hands rest on your stomach, much too close to where you want them to be and his thighs were beneath you, only separated by yours and his pajama pants barrier, something that could be so easily removed. Your core is on fire, inflamed from the intensity of your desires. You have to fix it, you need friction, you need contact, you need him. “Tom” you breathe. At the sound of his name, your boyfriend plants a lengthy peck on your cheek. “What’s up love?” he whispers in your ear. You feel your cheeks heat up, his voice adding to the discomfort of not having him already. “I can’t watch this anymore.” Tom recognizes your tone of voice, needy and whiny, he knows what you want as his hands move to your hips to help turn you ever so slightly on his, just enough that you can see his face. His head leans into yours so that you can feel his breath on your lips, his words quiet as he whispers to you. “What do you want?” Your eyes shut and your lips part as his hands move up, his fingers spread as he feels as much of you as he possibly can. “You want me to touch you? To make you feel good? It’s that it, darling?” His hands dip under your shirt as they continue to ascend to the crease beneath your breast where your bra begins to cover you. “God, yes” you moan, leaning into him. He chuckled at your urgency, his thumbs tucking under the cuff of your breast while his lips, feather soft, meet yours in a kiss for what feels like less than a second. “Too bad I have to watch the movie.” His hands leave your skin and he leans back into the sofa, leaving you hot and bothered on his lap, your eyes widening in shock. “You fucking tease,” you gently shove him in return before standing up to leave, heading in the direction of your bedroom. “I guess I’ll just take care of it myself.” You don’t make it much further before Tom reaches and pulls you back to him, settling you back down until you're on his lap again, the blanket discarded and now beneath the two of you. “Oh babe, I’m messing with you. I never said I couldn’t multitask.” You tense into his lap as he leans into your neck, adjusting your body so that you’re facing the television as his lips meet your skin once more. His head moves up as he kisses you again, this time closer to your ear, just at the beginning of your jawline. He kisses you again in the same spot, then again a bit lower, and then again without any gain in pressure or intensity. His hands grip onto your hips as he handles you gently, as if you’re a ceramic work of art. Your skin burns where his lips have been. He elicits a moan from you, desperate as you are to have him already. You need more. Instead, he lifts his head once more and ceases from kissing you as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, shushing you softly. “Quiet darling,” he whispers as his right hand leaves your waist. “We don’t want the boys to hear us, don’t we? You know Harry, he’s already suspicious of us. Imagine if we didn’t win trivia tomorrow. He’d figure us out.” Of course, Harry’s trivia. You’d forgotten. Trivia night referred to the first few minutes of each evening’s movie night where Harry would ask a few questions relating to the previously watched movie and at the end of the week, whoever answered the most correctly won bragging rights and occasionally a sweet of some sort. No one was keen to the idea, but you knew it made Harry happy and as you all had nothing better to do, it soon became as traditional as watching the movie. As there were four of you, it was only natural that you all teamed up; Harrison with Tuwaine and you with Tom. Being extreme movie buffs from months on sets together and as the unhealthily competitive people you were, you and Tom had gotten used to winning every single week. You nod, agreeing that it would in fact be strange if you and Tom didn’t win as per usual, but then again, you much prefer having him over bragging rights. You don’t give a verbal response, but Tom takes your silence, your lack of any sort of erotic sound, as a sign to keep going. You keep your eyes on the screen, as Tom presses another kiss to the side of your neck, his lips lingering this time as you feel his right hand again, stroking your arm as he massages your bicep to help you relax. You sigh into his touch. Encouraged, he lowers his hand, moving from your arm to your waist as he peppers more kisses on your neck. You feel his middle finger dip beneath the elastic of your pajama pants and raise the hem above your skin before letting it snap back into place, He starts to ease it down with one of his hands while the other reaches around you to keep you steady, inching its way under your shirt to rest on the upper part of your abdomen. He kisses you gently, every few seconds or so, careful to not overstimulate you right away. But you’re much too eager to have a slow sensual session as you reach down and help him lower your pants. His hand parts from your skin and grabs your wrist, gently bringing it back up. “Patience darling. I can’t have you coming too fast now can I?” “Just get to it.” He listens to you, peeling off your pants until they’re on a crumpled pile on the floor and his hand is back on you. He strokes your arms again, his finger grabbing yours as he directs them down. “If you want to make it faster, you’re going to have to help out.” he whispers in your ear, his lips against your lobe as he moves both of your hands down and models your hand so that it’s against the dampened fabric, hovering above your clit. He guides it in small circles, showing you your favorite way just as you had shown him your first time. You massage it gently as his hand leaves yours to caress your arm some more, whispering praises into your ear. “Good girl, touching herself for me.” You inhale deeply, the knot tensing in your core as you apply a little more pressure. It’s enough to sustain you for some time, but you know it’s Tom that you need. His other hand starts moving upward as it cups the breast adjacent to it, over your bra that you were starting to wish you had taken off earlier. As if reading your mind, his hand leaves your arm and reaches back to undo the clasps, pulling it off from under your pajama shirt, his original hand reaching back up to cup you again. You stifle a moan as your nipples harden, the uncovered one peeking up from under your shirt. You speed up your own movements, needing more friction, more contact. Tom notices. He pulls your hand back intertwining your fingers, leaving a long kiss on your neck. “Here now love.” He directs, putting your hand on your other breast and letting it go so that you can do it yourself. His hand reaches back down to where you were as it sneaks in between the elastic and slowly peels it down, exposing you to the cool night air of the living room. Light from the TV reflects off of your arousal and he wastes no more time as he touches you. He reaches down and rubs your clit in slow circling motions. You have to focus on keeping your mouth closed as you fail to suppress a groan, humming in satisfaction. His other hand still kneads your breast, an easy movement for you to mimic on your other breast as the intense feeling spreads, growing from your gut. Tom’s finger strokes you, gliding over you, slick from your arousal before he slides one into you, pumping it in and out at a steady pace. “You’re so wet darling. And all for me.” Your breath quickens as his lips attach into your neck again, sucking this time. He nips the delicate skin with his teeth, pain that is then soothed by his soft tongue as he runs it over the sore spot. Your other hand reaches to find his bicep, squeezing it to release some of the tension you cannot let out from being quiet. “That’s it, that feels so good doesn’t it?” he murmurs against your skin, pecking at your neck again. “You’re doing so good keeping quiet for me.” You squeeze his bicep again, your back arching into him as he starts to speed up, adding in another finger as he starts to stretch you. His other hand adjusts, focusing in on your nipple and he swirls his finger around it and pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger. His pace quickens again as he pulls them out and forces them back in, overstimulating you as his lips attack your jawline, adorning you with wet-open mouthed kisses. Your mouth hangs open, you breathe hard as you curl your toes and arch your neck so that your head sinks into the crevice between his neck and his shoulder. It’s a close call, but you manage to turn every single moan into a small groan or grunt. You’re close, he can feel it, you both can. You move your hands and clutch into both of his arms, squeezing. “That’s it, y/n. Come for me.” You’re so close, almost there at the pinnacle. He moves his hand from your breast and clutches your thigh, squeezing it and forcing it to spread apart from your middle for more access. His movements quicken. You almost cry out, you and Tom’s cover nearly blown if it weren’t for you biting your lip at the last moment to stifle it. It was building, quickly, you were getting closer and closer with every forceful thrust from his fingers. You felt your orgasm, closer and closer until… “Oh my god! Guys! Did you see that part?” Tuwaine asks through the walkie-talkie, his voice booming through the speaker. “This film’s mad, isn’t it?” you hear Harry agree in the background of the radio. You gasp as Tom’s movements slow, but never stop as he keeps a steady pace, hitting deep each time. His voice is low as he rasps in your ear, coaxing and sweet. “Answer them.” he orders, his breath hot against your neck. “No,” you breathe, the thought of trying to string enough words together to make an acceptable reply is completely inconceivable. “I can’t, you have to-to…” “My hands are full.” Tom explains, his fingers taking up a now a pace so painfully slow as he takes them all the way out and leisurely pushes them back in. “Answer or I will stop.” he threatens. “Hello?” Harrison calls through the speaker. You groan in frustration as you reach for the walkie talkie beside you and press the button, bringing it up to your lips. “Yes,” you mumble softly, trying your hardest to sound like you were simply relaxing on the couch and not being railed on it. Hoping he would not want to discuss specific details, you think of the shortest response to end the conversation. “The part, we saw it.” “Good job baby.” Tom whispers in your ear, speeding up his fingers again. “What do you think of it so far?” Harry asked. Tom’s lips stick back onto your neck, sucking the delicate skin. “Fuck,” you curse, earning what you make out as a smile from him as he grins against your skin, still pumping in and out of you. You press the button again, hoping the sound of Tom’s fingers navigating through your arousal couldn’t be heard through the old technology. “It’s so good, so so good.” you answer uncontrollably, obviously not describing the movie. Tom whispers more praise in your ear as he speeds up his pace again. “Really?” Harrison asks. “We kind of think it’s shit, we’ve been laughing at it, but maybe it’ll get better. It’s not bad.” “Oh no, not bad at all.” you agree, earning another smirk from Tom as you toss the walkie-talkie to the safety of one of the nearby chairs and turn up the film to cover up any more of your noise. You lean back into Tom and stifle another moan as he nips another part of your neck. “You’re incredible, baby.” Tom praises as his fingers keep pumping in you, but after being deprived of him for so long, you know it’s not enough. You could feel him beneath you, bulging, clearly as needy as you, but too much of a gentleman to say so. “I want you this time.” you pant, reaching for his hand to move it away from your core. “I want to ride you.” “Are you sure? I don’t have a condom on me.” You turn around, briefly, and kiss him, a short one, sweet and inviting to clear away all of his doubt. “I want to.” you murmur against his lips, pecking them once more before you pull away for good. “Fuck me.” At once, Tom discards his own pajama pants until they too, like yours, lay crumpled on the ground, adding your own underwear to the mix as he adjusts you in his lap, helping you slide onto him. As you presumed, he fills you up instantly, forcing yet another pleasure filled hum of you as you suppress a moan. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so tight.” he grunts as his hips start to move, thrusting into you up and down as you bounce on top of him just slightly, still facing the TV. His hands slide up and down your body, one of them staying on your waist to hold you steady against him and support you while the other moves back up and pulls your shirt up until it pools against your collar bones. He kneads one of your breasts that he cannot get enough of. “Faster, baby.” you request and Tom is quick to obey as his thrusts start to speed up. His breath is husky, in your ear as he too now has the burden of hiding his own noises. “Y/n,” he moans, careful not to be much louder than the TV as he squeezes you hard. His new speed and angle allows him to hit your spot, never missing as he gets it with each powerful thrust, his thighs flexing beneath you. You moan, loudly only barely being overpowered by the TV. You can’t help it. You feel Tom’s hand fall from your breast and clasp around your mouth. He’s careful not to hurt you, but his hand covers your mouth with such a force that you gasp, moaning again, muffled by his calloused palm that smells so strongly of you. “Let it out, love. Let it all out into my hand.” he encourages, egging you on as he thrusts into you even harder. You moan, his hand muffling you as your voice vibrates and fails to sound as loud as it would have otherwise. You reach back, your hands digging into Tom’s scalp as you bounce on top of him, your breasts rippling as you do so. “Come for me love.” You give in as all the pressure builds up to a climax, a finishing point. You close you eyes and let out one last ungodly moan as your orgasm overtakes you, Tom fucking you through it as you spill onto him. Once you’re released from your trance, Tom sticks two of his fingers in your mouth, still thrusting into you, sloppier and sloppier as he himself is so close to finishing. You suck on them, happy to help as you can taste some of the remainder of yourself off of his fingers, swirling your tongue around them. “Oh, just like that. Fuck, y/n!” he moans your name as your nails still scratch his scalp, tugging on segments of his loose brown curls. You feel him come as he twitches inside you and his muscles loosen beneath you, the warmth coating your insides. You both take a moment, his fingers leaving your mouth as you resituate yourself on his lap, facing him so that you may embrace one another in the chill air of the night. After a couple minutes Tom turns the volume back down to normal and helps you clean up by carrying you to your shared bedroom where you take your time washing up and putting yourself back together. Tom cleans himself up and takes care of the couch, throwing the soiled blanket in the wash and getting out another one that he fully intends to cuddle you underneath. When you're ready, you re-emerge from your room and get comfortable on the sofa with Tom, laying down with him as you enjoy the last ten minutes of the film, but neither of you are intent on paying attention even with so little left. Instead you find yourself facing Tom, enamored by his beauty and encapsulated by his comforting charm as he presses soft chaste kisses on your nose and forehead, holding you close beneath the warmth of the blanket.

♡.-.♡.-.♡

As you and Tom prepare dinner the next evening, a simple soup for the sick boys, you look up the plot of the film online and read it aloud to him, still driven by a need to win every trivia night even if you neglected to watch the film. “It’s time people!” Harry calls from upstairs, startling you and Tom. “You ready?” you ask him, helping him untie his dorky apron as the nerves surge through you. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” he responds, lifting the apron over his head and laying it on the counter as he grabs your hand to lead you to the stairs. He can sense how tense you are, you hand firm in his as you take a deep shaky breath. “You're not nervous, are you darling?” You sigh as he takes your other hand in his, lightly kissing the top of it. “We can’t lose, Tom. We just can’t.” He giggles at your competitiveness, knowing it to get the best of you at times as it can you, but luckily, he knows just how to calm you down. “Want to know something?” he smirks. With a nod of confirmation, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and lowers his voice so that no one can hear him, but you. “Even if we do lose, nothing can make me regret last night,” He leans down now, bringing his lips to your ear as he whispers, “I’m happy to lose every trivia night if it means having you on top of me like that again.” You pull away from him with a smile, using your newly free hands to put up your hair so that it stays out of your face. “Keep talking like that, Holland, and I might just have to take you up on that.” He chuckles lightly and follows you out, joining you under the stairs as you look up to the other boys who stay perched at the top. “Finally,” Harry remarks, pulling out three index cards that no doubt holds his questions. “I was close to just giving Team Tuwarison the points for being the only team that showed up.” “No need,” states Tom, his glazing meeting yours as he nods at you in encouragement. “We’re ready.” His assurance ignites your confidence that your limited knowledge on the movie will be enough. You can feel the win already as Harry asks the first question, then the second, then the third, and then… “BLOODY HELL!” Tuwaine shouts in shock. “WE ACTUALLY WON!” Harrison yells, sharing the same sentiment as the two hug and jump in victory before separating to let out enormous coughs courtesy of the virus. You roll your eyes and pout from your place at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh, get over it you bastards.” “It won’t happen again.” Tom concurs, just as annoyed at the antics of the two as you are. “I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!” Tuwaine shouts again once his coughing fit is over. “Neither can I,” Harry agrees. “What happened? You two are usually always on your game and you couldn’t come up with a single answer this time.” “You know what?” Tom starts. “We actually fell asleep.” he lies. “Shame, I thought y/n really liked it.” Tuwaine acknowledges, remembering your conversation from the night before as your eyes go wide, but you’re quick to save yourself from embarrassment. “Oh you know what, I think that was just during the climax.” you joke, earning a playful elbow from Tom who cannot contain his laughter. You join him, pleased by the inside joke as the other boys look down at you in confusion, wishing they knew what you meant. “I can’t wait until this COVID is over. You two are too weird to have another movie night without supervision.” Harry declares, turning to retreat to the room he shares with Tuwaine and Harrison and searches for the film you all will be watching tonight … or not.

[mulderwearingglasses]

Stupid Cupid

Summary: When a work emergency prompts the FBI to call in their best and brightest on Valentine's Day evening, Mulder shows up in a tuxedo, prompting Scully to wonder what kind of hot date he had just abandoned.

Scully must quiet the jealous storm brewing within as the two work together to search for a little boy. Scully soon finds all is not as it seems, and maybe this won't be the worst Valentine's Day, after all.

Word Count: 5,325 // Read on AO3

The shrill ring of a phone snapped Scully out of a dream she wished she could continue -- one that she’d been having more often lately involving a certain coworker and the olfactory overwhelm that happened whenever she got near him and inhaled the leather-y, salty, aftershave-y musk that was Fox Mulder.

Groggily fumbling the phone to her ear, she answered with a sleep-thick “Hello?” and grew increasingly alert as she heard an addled Skinner on the other line telling her about a kidnapping of a senator’s kid, how this was of utmost importance, top priority, how the bureau needed their top people on this and how he needed her to get down there ASAP.

It was clear he was surrounded by bustling agents peppering him with questions -- God, was it only 9:30 p.m. on a Friday? It felt so much later, but, then again, it didn’t really matter -- so she just responded in the affirmative and told her boss she’d be right there.

“Agent Scully, have you had anything to drink?” he asked.

“Uh...no, sir,” Scully said, eyes shifting to a half-full glass of chamomile tea on her coffee table. She assumed that was not the kind of beverage her boss was referring to.

“OK, great,” he said. “Please, hurry.”

He said to come as she was -- that everyone had. That time was of the essence.

When the line went dead, she stumbled into the bedroom so she could at least throw on a clean sweatshirt over her favorite New York Knicks t-shirt, which no longer smelled like its original owner but felt symbolic in the same way writing Brad McDonald’s name in her sixth grade social studies notebook over and over felt like it meant something.

She ran a toothbrush through her mouth, which felt filmy and dry in the way only falling asleep on the couch could do, and grabbed her bag, out the door and to her car before her thoughts could even catch up with her.

Cranking the ignition and speeding out of her parallel parking spot, Scully’s mind wandered to her partner and imagined him doing the same dance she was, although his insomniac tendencies -- and the fact that it was 9:30, Jesus Christ, she was lame -- meant he was at least probably awake when he got the call.

As she drove in silence, Scully let her thoughts warm up along with the car engine. It made sense to call in profile boy genius Mulder, but she wasn’t quite sure what her medical know-how could add to a kidnapping case at the moment.

She smiled as she imagined Skinner hanging up with Mulder and taking a beat before calling her, knowing that Mulder worked best when she was around. That they were a team. That they were something special together. That she was with him and he was with her, a package deal.

She let herself have these warm and fuzzy thoughts while she could, knowing that the frantic fight to save a child’s life was ahead of her and all that entailed.

She pulled into the parking garage and hustled up the operation room where she could see a frenzy of activity.

When Scully walked through the door, a room full of curious eyes landed on her and gave her a quick once over before returning to their activities.

Everyone was so...dressed up, Scully thought. Like, really dressed up. Several female agents stood before her in cocktail dresses with updos and pristine makeup. Men wore suits and ties, but the kind they save for outside office hours.

The air was thick with perfumes and colognes.

As Skinner -- who looked just as dapper -- finished up a phone call, Scully stood in the doorway awaiting further instruction and scanned the room looking for -- oh my god, Mulder.

His eyes were already locked on her when she found him toward the back of the room, standing over the printer.

Mulder was dressed in a tuxedo?? A tuxedo! With dress shoes!

When her eyes locked onto his, he smiled and held up his hand in a wave, motioning that he’d be over once the documents finished printing.

Was everyone going undercover? Was her outfit en route? Was this some kind of bizarre-o dream? Why did everyone look like they were about to do some sort of red carpet event when she was clad in black leggings, a sweatshirt and -- oof -- she didn’t think she’d even run a brush through her hair, gone puffy and scraggly from her post-work couch nap.

Her face was barren, having washed off her work makeup before she crashed in front of the TV. Her freckles were on high alert.

Come as you are! Everyone had! And everyone had just happened to leave the opera, or what?

Scully could see Mulder watching her.

His eyes followed hers as the wheels in her head spun.

Finally, Skinner walked to the center of the room, and everyone seemed to snap to attention. He cleared his throat, and the room settled.

“Thank you all for being here,” Skinner said, before launching into a rundown of the facts of the case, the players involved, a couple leads.

Everyone took notes, paying close attention.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your night, especially on a night like tonight, but I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how critical the next couple hours will be for getting Julian back safe and sound.”

Skinner started handing out assignments.

“Especially on a night like tonight?” Scully mused internally.

She could feel Mulder’s eyes back on her as her eyebrows knitted together in contemplation. With the intensity of his gaze, it felt like he was reading her running inner-commentary.

“Agent Mulder, Agent Scully,” Skinner said, snapping her attention back. “I want you to head to the Hilton downtown. Julian’s parents were there at the Valentine’s Day ball, and I want you to be on scene.”

Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day. Jesus Christ. Of course.

She had been cognizant that it was coming, obviously. The heart-shaped chocolates and sad red rose arrangements were popping up in the drug store and the sitcoms she kept on in the background on the rare occasion she was home at a reasonable hour to make dinner were having their holiday episodes where the lead characters dangled in front of audiences across the span of too many episodes in agonizing “will-they-won’t-they” fashion finally shared a kiss or a candy heart exchange.

Scully didn’t hate Valentine’s Day -- she thought giving the day that much power was worse than simply letting it wash over her. Another Valentine’s Day alone. Another Valentine’s Day where her mom would call a few days prior, an eagerness in her voice that made Dana angry, to ask if she had any plans for the weekend.

Sure, the day was fun when you were freshly coupled or when you were in the second grade and got to make one of those Valentine mailboxes out of a shoe box, but it was now just a day to Dana Scully. Maybe a day where she’d snag a cupcake with frosting that would turn her mouth pink from the bureau’s cafeteria, but just an average Friday, nonetheless.

And on this Friday, she and Mulder had been busy from morning till he cut out a few minutes early, chasing down leads and making plans for a potential mothman reconnaissance mission the two were embarking on next week. She hadn’t had time for the cupcake, hadn’t had time to think about the day or why Mulder had left the office a few minutes earlier than usual.

She’d simply bid him a goodnight and headed home, tired from the long week, and conked out on the couch after noshing on some leftover pizza.

Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.

And here she stood, surrounded by agents with grand-plans-now-interrrupted. Agents whose ensembles told a story of fancy dinner reservations, dances, theater tickets, parties. Whose winged eyeliner and bobby pinned curls meant they were desired, loved, lusted over.

Whose dress shoes and tuxedo meant Mulder was desired, loved, lust over.

Her stomach lurched. Cheeks burned.

She self-consciously tugged at the bottom of her sweatshirt, tried to tuck a frizzy curl behind her ear.

She could feel Mulder’s eyes burning a hole in her skull, but she couldn’t dare meet his gaze. She could feel her eyes burning, praying they weren’t red-rimmed.

She didn’t want to know who he was with...where...how long.... She couldn’t know. Not now. They had work to do.

“And Agent Bender, please go with Agents Mulder and Scully,” Skinner said. “I know you talked to the parents on the phone earlier. You’ll be familiar to them.”

Suddenly, Mulder’s hand was gripping Scully’s arm.

“Scully...” he said, in a tone laced with guilt, almost as if the next words out of his mouth wanted to be “I can explain” but what was there to explain?

They were not together.

Well, they were quite literally always together, but they weren’t together together. They simply called each other in the middle of the night when one or the other had a nightmare and knew each other’s coffee order depending on coffee chain and had spare clothes at each other’s places and nursed each other back from the brink of death on countless occasions and had broken down in each other’s arms and spent too many a tension-filled evening falling in love in clandestine seclusion on a shitty motel bed over styrofoam boxes of lukewarm takeout.

Agents headed out the door to their respective assignments staring at the Mulder and Scully locked in a grip, parting around them like the Red Sea.

Agent Bender -- a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman who Scully noted always wore lip gloss and was wearing a beautiful blush satin spaghetti strap dress tonight -- sidled up next to the two, eyes darting back and forth from Mulder to Scully to their connected arms and back again.

Sensing this was not the time, Mulder let go and Scully flinched back into herself.

“Um,” Bender said, breaking the tension. “I’ll drive.”

By the time they made the stilted walk to the bureau car lot, Bender had regaled the two with wistful details about her evening cut short: her boyfriend-of-one-month Lloyd had bought her that designer bag she had always wanted and taken her for drinks on some rooftop somewhere in the city. Before she could get a drink in her, Skinner was calling.

“If only I had downed something faster, I could have gotten out of this,” she said, followed by an exaggerated sigh.

“What about you?” Bender said pointing to Mulder as she unlocked the car. “What were you doing ton-”

“While I appreciate the recaps, I don’t think we have time for all this bonding,” Scully said bitterly, cutting Bender off.

Mulder cleared his throat, subconsciously loosening his bow tie.

He opened the passenger door for Scully who stalked past him, throwing the back sedan door open and sliding in with her arms crossed.

“Scully, I -”

“Mulder, you get car sick,” Scully said, briskly. “Get in, take the front, and let’s go.”

Bender looked in the rearview mirror, eyes dancing between a pissed off Scully in the backseat and an anxious Mulder in front a few times before she started the car and took off toward the Hilton.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Mulder’s head was muddled as he flew to the bureau after getting a call from Skinner about a kidnapping.

His thoughts were already in a weird place -- his Valentine’s Day was not exactly what he had expected -- and now a kid case. Kid cases always messed with his head. His mind drifted to Samantha, to the Eve’s, and, as always, to Scully.

He was hoping he might see her tonight. He didn’t know what her Valentine’s plans were. He had tried to suss it out a number of times in the previous weeks, but it seemed like Scully didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe she was already half a bottle of wine deep with some guy she met at the gym.

About 15 minutes after he made it to the bureau and was put to work while Skinner organized the crew, he spotted a tuft of copper hair bouncing toward the operation room, and he felt a warmth spread throughout his bones.

When she stepped through the door, he couldn’t help but smile.

She hadn’t seen him yet, but she looked adorable. Like the version of herself Mulder had the privilege of knowing when they’d had an especially long travel day and she was sleepy and not the pristinely put-together Scully she worked so hard to present to the world.

He liked her when her freckles started peaking through her makeup and her hair got fluffy and she got a little loopy with tiredness. Hell, he liked her all the time.

As she looked around the room, he watched her head cock to the side and her eyebrows furrow increasingly.

When she spotted him, he gave her a dopey grin and waved like a dork before he could stop himself.

Her eyes bugged out at the sight of him. He looked down at himself and remembered he was wearing a tuxedo.

Oh, right.

He watched her hands glide over her hair, tug at her sweatshirt. She smiled at him and waved back, but had a befuddled expression on her face.

A quick scan of the room, and it was suddenly evident to Mulder that one of these things was not like the other.

Everyone but Scully was dressed to the nines. Everyone was coming off of Valentine’s dates....except for Scully?

His heart clenched. He didn’t want her to feel self-conscious. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the room. No one else could even compare.

He suddenly wanted to whisk her out of the room, take her somewhere else and away from the harsh lights and wandering eyes of the operation room.

Scully still looked confused as Skinner began talking. Mulder couldn’t take his eyes off her, but he dutifully took notes with his eyes trained on his partner. He’d been doing it for years now. No sweat.

Suddenly, Scully’s eyes went wide, and a deep rouge overtook her ivory cheeks.

Skinner had given them their assignment at the Valentine’s Day ball.

Oh, shit.

She forgot it was Valentine’s Day, didn’t she? They hadn’t mentioned it at all during the day, had been too busy planning for a mothman adventure in the next week.

She didn’t even ask questions when he ducked out a few minutes early.

He wanted to explain, wanted to tell her everything but she wouldn’t even look at him.

He broke out into a cold sweat which only intensified when Skinner assigned Agent Bender to go with them.

Great.

The woman who practically bathed in cotton candy-scented body spray that gave Mulder a headache whenever he passed her in the hallway.

He tried to get her attention before they left the room, but she refused to meet his gaze and then the two of them were following behind Bender, left to fend for themselves downwind of the lethal sugar aroma.

After a painfully awkward car ride in which Bender talked their ears off about some poor sap named Lloyd who sounded as boring as Bender, the crew arrived at the hotel and transformed into work mode.

Mulder and Scully had worked together plenty of times under awkward circumstances -- fights, petty jealousies, when the sexual tension had gotten too thick and made things weird -- and the work always saw them through.

They worked together efficiently and professionally, communicating as the three of them took statements and interviewed witnesses at the hotel and began the tedious task of watching hours of security camera footage.

The missing kid, 7-year-old Julian, had been in a hotel room watching Disney movies in bed while his 16-year-old sister Carla was in an adjoining room talking on the phone with her boyfriend while their parents danced the night away in the ballroom below them.

“A 16-year-old was having a more exciting Valentine’s Day than me,” Scully thought glumly before kicking herself for having such an insensitive thought.

Bender interviewed the parents while Mulder and Scully talked to Carla.

They sat in a corner of the bustling lobby, teeming with local law enforcement and federal agents, as moonlight filtered in through the hotel’s big windows.

Scully spilled a big splotch of coffee on her sweatshirt as they got settled and cut a glance at Mulder who she expected to be cracking a grin at his clumsy partner, but he hadn’t noticed. His eyes were faraway and pleading.

Scully knew this was exactly the kind of case to get her partner in a funk. She was sure he related to Carla -- a sibling taken right from under their nose. The guilt and shame of it all.

He was being especially kind and careful with his questioning. When Carla started to get emotional, he offered her an olive branch.

“My sister was taken when I was watching her too, Carla,” he said. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Your sister...” she said. “Did they find her?”

Mulder looked away, cursing himself for mentioning it.

“They....” he started. “We’ll find Julian. I promise.”

With that, he stood up and left the room for a minute while Scully took over.

When she was through, she reunited Carla with her parents and went to find Mulder, who had wandered to a stairwell in the hotel.

His bowtie was untied, and he was standing with his head hung.

“Hey,” Scully said, softly resting her hand on his shoulder from behind.

He lifted his head and turned around to face her.

“Hey,” he said back, softly.

“You okay?” Scully asked, plucking the bow tie from around his neck and stashing it in her purse.

“I’m an idiot,” he replied, rubbing his face over his hands.

“Well, sure, but we knew that already,” Scully said, a teasing lilt to her mouth, as she rubbed Mulder’s arm soothingly.

Mulder huffed out a laugh through his nose.

“But really, Mulder, you were very good with her,” Scully said. “You have shown her kindness in a dark time, which is not always something you were shown.”

“It is now, Scully,” he said, pulling a flyaway curl from Scully’s head and tucking it behind her ear. “You show me kindness.”

The pair smiled, Mulder’s hand still lingering behind her ear, retracting when Bender barged through the stairwell which suddenly reeked of cotton candy.

She paused, studying the two agents for a moment, before saying “They got him. Julian. He’s safe.”

Mulder and Scully exhaled loudly, bodies sagging in relief.

“Turns out, the kid wandered out of the hotel by himself, off looking for his own Disney adventure,” Bender said. “The hotel clerk who said she saw a man run off with a little boy matching his description has shit vision, it turns out. Must have been his own little screamin’ demon. Those damn astigmatisms, will get you every time. Anyway, Julian was found curled up asleep in a McDonald’s play place a few minutes ago. They’re going to get him checked out, but looks like not a hair out of place.”

“Thank God,” Scully said.

“Yeah,” Bender said. “Can’t believe I ditched cosmos with Lloyd for some kid who wanted to go down the slide. Anyway, local PD has it from here. Skinner’s called us off. I, uh, called Lloyd, and he said he’d forgive me for ditching him if I -- well, I’ll spare you the details, but are you two able to get the car back?”

Mulder and Scully exchanged amused glances.

“We’ll manage,” Mulder said. “Give Lloyd my regards.”

“Thanks,” Bender said. “You two have...plans for the rest of the evening?”

“Coming down from a cotton candy-induced stupor,” Mulder mumbled under his breath, and Scully put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laughter.

Bender, who hadn’t heard Mulder’s quip, narrowed her eyes at the two.

“You two are weird,” she said. “And I’m gonna go. See ya.”

“Mulder!” Scully hissed when Bender was out of earshot.

“Well, I hate that perfume!” Mulder said. “She’s gonna trigger a migraine one of these days.”

“I thought you’d like working with her,” Scully said, twirling her finger around a piece of her hair.

“Bender?” Mulder questioned.

“She’s...” Scully pursed her lips, trying to decide how she’d like to finish that sentence. “Tall.”

Mulder guffawed.

“Yes, her height was refreshing,” Mulder teased, knocking his hip against his partners as they started walking toward the car.

Scully yawned and stumbled into Mulder, her cheeks coloring as he grabbed her side to steady her.

“Woah,” he said, righting her. “Sleepy?”

Scully shook her head vehemently.

“Nope,” she said, a stubborn rigidity to her voice. “Wide awake.”

At least they were about to be alone where he could explain his evening to her in private -- something he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to do, but he did. Very much so.

A light snow had started to fall, so Mulder opened the passenger door for Scully while he took the ice scraper and got to work on the car windows.

By the time he was done, Scully’s head was tilted against the passenger window, and she was fast asleep.

He smiled to himself. She could fall asleep anywhere, any time.

He warmed the car up for her and started heading toward the bureau garage before reverting course. He couldn’t drop her off at her car to drive the rest of the way home. He wasn’t about to have her fall asleep behind the wheel.

His place wasn’t far away. She could have the couch, and he’d make do elsewhere.

The warm car ride must have lulled Scully into a deep sleep. Her gentle snores were accompanied by occasional twitches and murmurs. Mulder kept his hands at ten and two, but his eyes did wander to his sleeping partner every so often.

When he noticed what looked like a shiver run up her small body curled against the side of the car, he shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket and draped it over Scully, enveloping her in his body heat and that Mulder smell.

Reflexively, she pulled the jacket closer and inhaled, a sigh escaping her lips.

“Mulder...” she mewed in sleep.

He couldn’t wipe the cheeky grin off his face.

By the time they got to his building, he didn’t have the heart to wake her up. He knew his partner could sleep through a jackhammer convention, so he hoped that held true because if she woke up through this, she’d surely kill him.

He got out of the car gently opened her car door, letting her dead weight lean on his sturdy body. He cradled the underside of her knees and her back in his arms and lifted her out of the car, making sure to keep his jacket tucked around her. She stirred in his arms and snuggled closer into his chest, another sweet sigh escaping her lips.

Mulder buried his nose in her hair, lightly kissing the crown of her head before hauling Scully up into his building.

In a genius maneuver Mulder was excessively proud of, he hiked his leg and anchored it to the door to help balance Scully on top of while he unlocked his apartment one-handedly, sweeping her into his place that glowed green with aura of fish tank.

Setting her gently on his couch, he repositioned his jacket over her while he drew back to go get changed.

It was only when she lost his body warmth that she stirred enough -- mumbling in protest -- to wake herself.

Mulder turned around once he heard her sleepy groans and watched as her eyes popped open.

With cat-like reflexes, she darted up and looked around, a panic in her eyes.

Mulder rushed over, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, hey,” he said. “You’re alright. You’re in my apartment. You’re OK.”

She slumped back into the couch.

“What the hell, Mulder?” she said, annoyed. “What's going on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said. “You fell asleep on the way back to the bureau, and I didn’t think you should drive if you were that tired. I just took you here to crash. Is that....OK?”

“I would have been fine to drive,” she muttered.

“I’m sure you would have been,” Mulder said. “Do you want some tea?”

“I -- well. Yes. Please,” Scully said, her expression softening a bit.

“Coming right up,” Mulder said, smiling at her.

As he puttered around his kitchen, a place that felt foreign to him in his own home, he thought now would be a good time to casually bring up what had been nagging at him all night.

“So, I wanted to tell you about tonight --” he started, his back turned to Scully as he searched through his cabinet for some honey.

“Mulder, you don’t need...I don’t...You don’t owe me an explanation,” Scully said, measuredly. “I’m.....happy for you.”

He turned around and quirked his head, inquisitive eyes boring into her.

“Um,” Mulder started again. “I’m...happy for you, too, Scully. I was at the Butterfly Kisses Valentine’s Dance.”

“I don’t need details, Mulder,” Scully interjected, turning red with an envy she couldn’t keep at bay.

“It’s a father/daughter dance,” he said.

That shut her up.

Her head snapped up to look at him as her jaw fell.

Finally, he could talk.

“I was there with Maya,” Mulder said, walking toward Scully, two steaming mugs in hand which he gently set down in front of her and took a seat beside her.

“Maya is nine. She’s the daughter of Joseph Richter. Agent Richter and I worked together quite a bit in my first years with the bureau. One case, there was a serial convenience store robber in town who kept shooting the convenience store clerks. They couldn’t catch the guy. We thought it would be an easy day. Things, uh....” Mulder scratched the five-o-clock shadow appearing on his chin and stared off through his window, the snow falling gently through the beams of streetlights.

“Things didn’t go as planned,” Mulder said. “We, um, well, Agent Richter was shot. We had just switched positions as we approached the suspect. The bullet was meant for me. Richter had a wife and a little girl at home.”

Mulder didn’t notice until now that some time during his speech, Scully had grabbed his hand and was rubbing soft circles against his skin with her thumb.

“We lost Agent Richter. I had to tell his wife, Ann. They had only been married a few years. Anyway, I told her that myself and the rest of the agents with us on that case would always be around to help. Sometimes I’ll change their porch light or clean their gutters. This year, Ann called and said there was a father/daughter dance at Maya’s school for Valentine’s Day. She asked if one of us could take Maya. The rest of the guys had dates but I...was available, so. Anyway. I was with Maya tonight. That’s where I was.”

Mulder pulled back and picked up his cup of tea with shaky hands and took a ragged sip, steam masking the hurt played out across his face.

Scully stared at him with big, wet eyes.

“I’m sorry your evening with Maya was cut short,” she said, hiding a tremble in her voice.

“We got through the dance, so that’s good,” Mulder said. “I was just about to take her for ice cream to make up for my two left feet, but luckily her mom was there, too, so I told her I’d take a rain check for some rocky road, scout’s honor.”

Scully smiled softly.

“I bet you made that little girl feel like a princess,” she said, smoothing the collar of Mulder’s crisp, white shirt.

“I hope so!” Mulder said. “She certainly looked like one -- purple, sparkly tutu and all. Speaking of...” he said, scooting closer to Scully. “What happened here, princess?” he said, a teasing gleam in his eye as he pointed to the coffee stain on Scully’s sweatshirt.

“Oh,” Scully said, softly, embarrassed. “I’m a mess. When I walked in...everyone looked so dressed up and there I was looking like...well, like this. I sort of...forgot...what day it was. Lame, I know. When Skinner called tonight, I was actually asleep on the couch, if you can believe it. I’m sure you can. When I saw you dressed like this....and then Skinner said it was Valentine’s Day....Well, I’m sorry I was so unpleasant all night. I just felt.....I don’t know. Silly, I guess.”

Sometime during Scully’s rambling, Mulder had picked up her hand and was rubbing soft circles against her skin with his thumb.

She smiled down at his reciprocated act of comfort.

“You don’t look like a mess to me,” he said, quietly, staring deeply into Scully’s blue eyes.

“No?” Scully questioned, their soft breathing the only sound that could be heard as they gazed.

“No,” Mulder responded, snapping out of the moment after too long of a pause. “Aside from this coffee stain. Take that sweatshirt off, and I’ll pop it in the washer. I’ll give you something of my mine in the meantime.”

“Uhhhh,” Scully said. “No, no, that’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

“Scully, while I promise it’s better than cotton candy, you smell like a Starbucks,” Mulder said. “C’mon, it’s no trouble. It’ll be good as new in the morning.”

Eyes glued to the floor, Scully grumbled as she tossed the sweatshirt over her head and clamped her arms over the front of her New York Knicks T-shirt.

Mulder tried to fight off a smile.

“Heyyy,” he said, in mock discovery. “I know that shirt.”

He rubbed the material between his fingers.

“Thought I lost it,” he said. “Haven’t seen it in a while.”

“Hmm,” Scully said, busying herself with her tea. “Must have been at the bottom of my laundry hamper. I just did a load this evening and threw something on before leaving the house.”

“Interesting,” Mulder said, stifling a grin.

Scully shrugged nonchalantly, blowing on her mug, followed by a massive yawn.

“Right,” Mulder said, standing. “You’re tired. Let me get you a pillow and some blankets.”

Scully blushed as she realized she was still hugging Mulder’s jacket close to her body. She picked it up and folded it neatly beside her.

When Mulder came back, he looked at the jacket next to her and the goosebumps rising on her arms.

“That’s OK,” he said, handing her a sweatshirt. “You can keep it tonight. I’m sure you’ve got it all warmed up to your liking.”

He picked up the jacket and laid it back over her, placing another fleece blanket on top and lying a pillow on the end of the couch for her.

Scully reclined, settling in under the soft, Mulder-y warmth of multiple items of his clothing.

“Mulder, where are you going to sleep?” she asked, through another yawn.

“Don’t worry about me, Scully,” Mulder said, sitting on the floor with his back propped up against the couch. “I’ve got some late-night infomercials to catch up on.”

He turned the TV on low and heard Scully getting comfortable behind him, snuggling deep into the leather indents of his couch.

Scully wondered if nestling against Mulder’s couch imprint was the closest she’d ever get to cuddling with the real thing. But the back of his head was sat close enough for her to run her fingers through if she wanted, so she was more than content to fall asleep wrapped in his clothes, his scent so close.

As she started to doze, she heard Mulder whisper “Happy Valentine’s Day, Scully.”

She smiled and hummed back to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mulder.”

[honey-katsu]

and that's the tea - ao3

Summary:

The Class 1-A girls are making some tea for themselves one night. Momo bumps into Todoroki and almost spills it on him, sending him into a panic. After he calms down, they discover why Todoroki hates boiling water, tea kettles, and his father.

Warning: panic attack (in relation to Todoroki’s past/backstory)

note before we begin: i am chickenKatsu on ao3. I do not give anyone the right to repost my work to another platform unless I’m asked then properly credited. Please support me on ao3 if you like it!

It was just another typical week in Heights Alliance for Class 1-A: full of chaos. Midoriya almost broke his bones again during combat training, although his opponent swore it was “the damn nerd’s own fault he’s so fucking careless.” Friday’s game night ended up with Kaminari almost causing a power outage after an unusually competitive round of Uno. And after a particularly outlandish dare, Uraraka and Aoyama stunk up the dooms from the side effect of their quirks. 

And finally, finally … it was Sunday evening. The 1-A chaos quieted as everyone prepared for school tomorrow. The boys were hanging out in the common room, watching animal movies and sipping hot milk. The girls, however, planned a cozy sleepover filled with stuffed animals, fuzzy blankets, and a true crime show. They were supposed to wait in Hagakure’s room while Momo prepared her specialty nighttime tea, but they insisted on helping their class vice-president. So Uraraka, Tsu, Jiro, Hagakure, and Mina accompanied Momo to the kitchen and chatted quietly as the boys finished up their movie.

No one noticed a certain dual-haired boy slip into the kitchen. His presence was masked by the quiet ttssss of the teakettle and the rumbling footsteps of tired teens retreating to their rooms. He silently rummaged through the bottom cabinets, careful not to intrude on the girls’ conversation.

The kettle began to whine, picking up volume until it screeched at the distracted girls. Panicking at the rush of noise, Momo tore the kettle from the stove. In an instant, time slowed. On her way to the prepared mugs, Momo tripped over the kitchen mat, swiftly saved from a face plant by Uraraka’s reflexes and quirk. The kettle slipped out of her grasp, launching boiling water onto its unsuspecting victim. With wide eyes, Todoroki raised his arms to protect his face. Scalding water seared him from above. 

Everyone froze. Even Todoroki, still in a defensive position.

Momo was the first to act, crouching down to ask if he was okay and to apologize. Todoroki violently flinched from her touch. She immediately hesitated. Pressed against the farthest cabinet, Todoroki lowered his trembling arms, revealing eyes wide and fearful beneath his bangs. Ice began to crystallize on his shoulder and neck. Flames licked his clothes and seared the wooden cabinets. His hands clamped over his scar, nails digging into his skin. Todoroki whimpered a plea of some sort, begging his mother to… stop ?

Just then, a memory returned to her. Little Todoroki, maybe about 6 or so, right eye bandaged and left eye hollow and vacant. He had been a shell of himself, unwilling to play with her or Iida as their hero families partied. He had said only one thing that day, and Momo would never forget because it continued to confuse her to this day. “It’s my fault,” he had muttered, brushing his fingertips against his healing wound. His injury was never brought up again, and neither Momo nor Iida ever pressed him for answers. Why now, of all times, was she reminded of this? Was it because of the pained tone in which Todoroki mentioned his mother?

Shaking herself back to the present, Momo whispered, “Go get Midoriya-san! He will know what to do!”

“Ah, r-right!” Mina yelped before sprinting towards the boys’ dorms. The others stood by awkwardly, watching their classmate suffer, unsure what to do.

Momo hated seeing Todoroki like this. Broken by his past. Unable to heal and unwilling to seek help. And she wanted to help him. She wanted to help so badly that her chest burned with a desire to help and a terrifying hatred for the source of Todoroki’s pain. She had ever since they were kids. But she could do nothing. For the first time in her life, she was truly useless. Her knowledge, her skills, her money, her connections, her quirk— none of it could help. None of those things ever really did anyway.

So she waited. She waited for Midorya. She waited for help, offering her useless, worthless, stupid, pathetic words of comfort to Todoroki.

Footsteps thundered down the stairs, suddenly growing softer as Midoriya rounded the corner with Mina close behind. Worry melted into gratitude when he saw Momo trying to help. He smiled at her, and she carefully backed away. Immediately, Midoriya crouched down to block Todoroki field of view.

“What happened?” he asked gently, eyes glued to the boy in front of him.

“We were making some tea for our sleepover, kero,” Tsu supplied. “We didn’t notice Todoroki-kun enter the kitchen.”

“Yaomomo accidentally tripped and spilled the tea kettle,” Jiro cut in, panic leaking into her voice.

“And the water spilled on him,” Midoriya concluded, locking eyes with Momo.

“I am terribly sorry. I did not mean to drop the kettle.” Momo bowed her head, ashamed. “Is there anything I can do to fix this?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask Shoto later.” Returning his attention to Todoroki, Midoriya spoke softly. “Shoto, it’s alright. Izuku is here. You’re at the UA dorms. Endeavor isn’t here. She’s not here, remember?” 

He continuously guided Todoroki through breathing exercises and gave explanations for every one of his movements, no matter how small, as to not startle Todoroki. Momo supposed this way of movement correlated with Todoroki’s past. She watched the two with apprehension and admiration, careful to absorb every detail for future use. She couldn’t let her classmates down if this ever happened again. Midoriya would not always be around to help, after all.

Gently, as if handling an injured beast, Midoriya coaxed Todoroki into holding his hands instead of his scar. He rubbed his thumbs over Todoroki’s knuckles, never gripping firmly but always making his presence known. Todoroki squeezed Izuku’s hands briefly. “Good job, Shoto,” Midoriya cooed. “Now, can you tell me 5 things you can see?”

Momo couldn’t hear themumbled response, but Midoriya moved through the five senses until Todoroki was able to acknowledge his surroundings. She didn’t know how long it had been by the end of it all, but the other girls cleared out of the kitchen in favor of sitting in the common room.

“Momo, I know this might be weird for you,” Midoriya cautioned within earshot of the common room as he left the kitchen, “but please use his first name for the next few hours. Walk lightly and move slowly, too. I’ll be nearby if he needs me, but you guys should talk.”

Momo nodded sharply, although she wanted to ask why his instructions were so specific. After a moment, Todoroki looked up at her, eyes worried and fearful. “I’m sorry, Momo-san,” he said. “I didn’t want you to see that.”

“It is quite alright, Todo—Shoto-san. I should be the one apologizing,” she replied softly, earning a curious gaze. “If you do not mind, I have a few questions regarding this incident.”

“…Sure. Let’s move to the common room. I’m sure the others will want to know.”

Momo offered Shoto a hand up, which he gratefully took.

In the common room, the girls watched hesitantly as Momo and Shoto entered.

“Hey, Shoto-kun,” Tsu spoke up. “How are you feeling, kero?”

“Yeah, are you alright?” Jiro asked.

“You totally freaked out,” Mina chirped. “What was that about?”

“I’m sorry for my unsightly showing.” He bowed as he continued, “If you all have a spare moment, please let me explain. Although, it’s not a happy story...”

“Of course, Shoto-kun,” Uraraka replied with a smile.

“The floor is yours,” Hagakure said with a dramatic flourish of her hands. Mina giggled a little.

Shoto gently sat on the couch, a nervous frown dancing on his lips. His eyes glimmered with relief. “Thank you very much.”

With a deep breath, he opened his mouth, prepared to speak, but no sound came out. He grimaced, clearly frustrated. Momo tenderly squeezed his hand. It’s okay, she tried to convey silently. I’m here for you, no matter what.

He studied her face. Their classmates looked on wordlessly, but neither one noticed, caught up in the other. After a long moment, he seemed to have found what he was looking for. He smiled, squeezed her hand back, and straightened his back. Looking everyone in the eyes, Shoto finally began his tale.

“What do you know about quirk marriages?”

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Momo was horrified. So that was why he had said it was “his fault” all those years ago. His mother, driven to the tipping point by his father’s abuse, did such a horrible thing to her own son. And he thought it was his fault.

Peering through her oncoming tears, she examined her friends. Various emotions painted their expressions. Jiro and Uraraka were furious. Mina and Hagakure were trying not to cry. Tsu had a contemplative look on her face, processing this new information.

Shoto was quiet, back hunched. He wrung his hands anxiously. His hair hid his eyes and expressionless face.

“If I ruined tea for you,”  he started nervously, “I’m so sorr—”

“Don’t,” snapped Jiro. Shoto dug his nails into his hands, stiffening up. Momo quickly reached for his hands. Rubbing his hands softly like she had seen Midoriya do, Momo gradually prayed his fingers away in favor of holding his hands in her own. Once he had loosened his grip, Momo nodded slightly to Jiro.

“Don’t,” Jiro said more gently. “You didn’t ruin anything. It's okay.”

“Still…” he muttered with a frown.

“We should be the ones apologizing to you,” Mina said. Hagakure nodded vigorously.

“Yeah,” Uraraka insisted. “We should have been more careful watching our surroundings.”

“True. Even if we didn’t know about your past,” Tsu chimed, “we should have been more attentive in the kitchen so we don’t injure anyone, kero.”

“I must apologize as well.” Momo stood up and bowed deeply. “I am terribly sorry, Shoto-san. I did not notice you enter the kitchen and I was not paying attention to my surroundings. I ended up nearly injuring you and I triggered an unpleasant memory. I also did not notice your obvious distress when we were younger. I know it is too late to amend the past, but I am so sorry I did not reach out to you then. What happened to you and your family was unfair; no one should have to suffer like that. It was not your fault. It never was. I am sure your mother would agree.” 

“O-oh,” Shoto stuttered. “Um, please stand up, Momo-san.” She did as she was asked. “It’s alright. You didn’t know and I hadn’t told anyone except Izuku. And that was only recently. How could you have known when we were younger? Endeavor never told anyone how I really got my scar or what happened to my mother. So… don’t apologize for the past, Momo-san.” He smiled warmly at her.

Returning the kindness with her own smile, Momo said, “Thank you, Shoto-san.”

“Um, actually,” Shoto mumbled hesitantly, “if you all wouldn’t mind, I would like it if you called me Shoto from now on.”

“We can definitely do that,” Uraraka grinned. 

“Sure thing, dude,” Jiro said with a thumbs up.

“Can do, buckaroo!” exclaimed Mina.

“Of course, Shoto-kun,” Hagakure managed through her giggles.

“Of course. Thank you for confiding in us, kero,” Tsu replied.

Shoto let his gaze connect with his classmates. Appreciation and contentment reflected in his eyes, despite his shoddy attempt at a smile. He shifted his attention to Momo, and her heart fluttered. His right eye glittered like the ocean. His left shone like liquid mercury. 

“Thank you for everything,” he whispered, voice nearly drowned by the rowdy conversation their classmates had started. He pecked her cheek with a chaste kiss before retreating upstairs swiftly and stealthily.

Momo sputtered, face flushed as red as the boy’s hair. 

Jiro stabbed her elbow into Momo’s side and her ear jack into Momo’s cheek, eliciting a yelp from her. Uraraka wore stupidly proud grin as a dejected Hagakure handed her some money. Tsu was holding back her own smirk.

Mina jumped on her back. “Oh-ho, what was that all about, Yaomomo?” she asked slyly.

“I- ahem, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Momo said indignantly, the heat in her cheeks never dissipating.

“Come on, Yao-mo-mo,” Mina coaxed sweetly, emphasizing her name. “You got a little smooch from your crush, sweetheart, what do you mean you don’t know?”

Momo was at a loss for words as Mina began to ask her all sorts of questions about Shoto. Hagakure and Uraraka quickly joined in. An onslaught of pestering questions bombarded her.

“You knew him before UA? How? Did you have a crush on him then, too? What’s it like crushing on the hottest guy in our class? What was it like holding your crush’s hands and caressing his fingers? How are you gonna confess? Are you gonna confess? Or are you gonna wait until he asks you out? He basically confessed his love for you, Momo! What’s the next step?”

“Jeez girls, that’s enough!” Momo cried, flustered,p. She buried her burning face into her hands. “I don’t know…” she muttered to no one in particular. None of the girls heard her, rambling on with the excitement of bridesmaids on the day of a wedding.

[munsontm]

“OH MY GOD DID YOU TAKE MY FRICKIN CORNFLAKES” — steve lol

@harringtontm & @musecraft

School runs were Steve's domain. Actually, most things to do with the boy's school were Steve's domain. The place made Eddie feel a lot of uncomfortable memories of his own educational experiences, and he avoided going near it when possible. Plus, everyone knew that Sam and Rian's dad happened to be a very famous rock star, and he held no desire to make his kids' lives more difficult because of that. But not even a cosmic supernova could keep him away when one of his boys graced the stage for school plays. Sam had aced playing the role of his namesake last year in a production of The Hobbit, of which Eddie helped him learn his lines for weeks before. Then when the moment came, Eddie sat front and center with Steve, recording the whole thing half in tears with pride.

Rian wasn't as dramatically inclined as his older brother but had still bagged himself a role as one of the mice in this year's production of Cinderella. And Eddie still meant to sit front and center, maybe let Steve record this year since they intended to bring Joan with them to watch, too, who managed to sit without fidgeting as much nowadays compared to a year ago. But that wasn't for a few weeks yet, so Eddie awoke one Friday morning to find Steve had left early on the school run to drop Rian off for a rehearsal before school. Leaving Eddie to his usual yoga routine on the deck with his feral daughter. He had a feeling that Joan was just in it for the fruit smoothie afterward, and he respected her decision to pretend to like something to get what she wanted. It was a very Munson move on her part.

At some point around the time Eddie and Jojo were settling into their downward dog pose, Steve returned home and started grouching about his cornflakes from the kitchen. Father and daughter shared a look across their yoga mats, the latter whispering, "he's hangry," with a childish giggle that nearly made her topple over. Eddie, on the other hand, resisted laughing, mostly. When the kid was right, she was right. Steve sounded pretty hangry. Undoubtedly, he'd skipped his usual breakfast to get Rian to his rehearsal on time, and he now needs to pout over it. Eddie could hardly contain his affectionate smile despite their daughter being the only one to witness it.

"I don't know nothing 'bout your cornflakes, babe. I'm not allowed to purchase food, remember? I can't be trusted with that, according to you." Apparently, beer, instant ramen, and pop tarts were not what growing kids required for nutrition. Bummer. The memory of Steve's outrage still amused him to this day. "But if you come sit your ass out here for a little bit and chill. I'll make you a smoothie once we're done, yeah?"

"Smoothie!" Joan squealed, dropping back to her knees with her selective hearing in full throttle, under the impression that she was getting her heart's desire immediately. Ah, impatience, a folly of having Munson DNA. It was good at getting in the way of their manipulative schemes.

"In a bit, baby bug. We ain't done here yet." He replied as Steve appeared, pouting, as Eddie had predicted. Then, Joan decided to take the news that she'd have to wait badly and rolled onto her back with an exaggerated groan, kicking her miniature legs about like an angry cat. Honestly, these people thought he was the dramatic member of their family? For a brief moment, Eddie suddenly felt mildly offended at the common accusation of his character. Clearly, his husband and daughter were just as bad. But he didn't hold it against them this time, deciding to finish early and feed his two drama queens.

"Alright, alright, no need to assault me with harpy noises and sad eyes. Joany, go get the blueberries and bananas. Papa Steve can cut up the peaches. Now get going before I change my mind." Smiles emerged all around before Steve and Joan raced to the kitchen, and it gave Eddie the warm fuzzies to know that he'd done that; he'd made them smile and turned their sadness into happiness. It was a far cry from where they'd been two years ago. He meant to keep it that way. Making his family smile. That would be Eddie's domain.

[moominpapasfanficblog]

Moominmama’s Life Story

On the blessings of normalcy

The next Friday, the rest of the Moomin family gently and cheerfully ejected Moominmama and Snork Maiden from Moominhouse once again after breakfast with a picnic basket full of wrapped egg salad sandwiches and a corked jug of raspberry juice and two fishing rods, and strict instructions not to return until just before sunset. The two women headed for the beach and spent the rest of the morning surf fishing. They had unexpected success and reeled in two big fish apiece. They built a fire in front of the entrance of the big cave and roasted their fish for lunch and ate them with their sandwiches and juice. They sat there afterwards, happily digesting and sunning themselves. It was at that point that Moominmama resumed telling her story.

“My grandmother had tried her best to set down roots during the short time that we lived in Vaasa. She talked to everyone she met at the local shops and found other parents and grandparents who were naturally drawn to her hospitable nature. They would talk freely to her about their children’s experiences in the local schools and their home lives. It was through them that she found out about an upcoming middle school field trip to Hemulen Police Headquarters a week before my father and brothers were arrested. She saw this as a perfect opportunity to mount a rescue.

I was naturally terrified, because it was clear that I would have to do the rescue on my own. My grandmother was very compassionate and reassuring.

‘I have a very special present to give you that will make this all possible.’, she said, handing me the black handbag that she always kept under her right arm, ‘This bag is magical. It was given to me by a real Witch for helping her recover from a severe illness. Whatever you most need in the moment, it will instantly provide. Here, try it out.’

Now, throughout my childhood, she had always reached inside this bag to find bandages, candy, medicine, or whatever other small items were needed to help resolve small crises like a skinned knee or hurt feelings. I had always taken for granted that she was always merely really prepared. I reached into the bag a little reluctantly and felt fabric inside of it. I pulled out my find. It was a school uniform from the Vaasa school district that fit me perfectly. I was speechless with gratitude and surprise and suddenly felt a lot more confident.

My grandmother spent the days before my infiltration bolstering that confidence through careful instruction. On the day of our planned rescue we waited just outside of Police Headquarters for the buses from the schools to arrive. As the students gathered in front of the building and were lined up by their teachers, my grandmother gently prodded me to join them and I blended in effortlessly. As we headed inside I swallowed hard, steeled my nerves and gripped my handbag close to me.

I kept a low profile as we were guided through the booking area and the detectives’ desks area by the booking Sergeant. He explained what was going on in each area and introduced each detective, always emphasizing our obligation to obey the law and the police. Finally, we made our way to the cell blocks and I went on high alert, looking out for my father and brothers. It wasn’t long before I saw my father leaning on the bars of his cell. My mind went blank out of panic and I couldn’t think for several seconds. Then, I remembered my handbag. I reached in and brought out a large spider. I surreptitiously tossed it on the face of a Fuzzy boy nearby, who immediately screamed bloody murder and freaked out. As the teachers and booking Sergeant moved to comfort him and the attention of all the students was on him, I moved to my father’s cell and looked him straight in the face. His eyes widened as he recognized me, but he kept control of himself. I reached into my bag and produced a set of keys, which I carefully handed to him. He hid them in his striped prison uniform and nodded to me, smiling slightly.

I rejoined the other children and continued to follow them through the rest of the tour. As the students were lined up by their teachers to board the buses, I slowly moved back to where my grandmother was hiding. As we headed back to our house, I excitedly told her everything that had happened. We didn’t have long to wait for my father and brothers to free themselves. Three days later, they carefully snuck back into our house during the night. My mother was true to her word and she, my grandmother, and myself put our feet down and insisted that we were going to make a stable, safe, happy home for ourselves in Turku with or without them. They very sheepishly agreed to go along with us and we immediately packed up and began to make the move back to Turku. For the next six years we lived the family life my grandmother and I had always dreamed of. We thought it would last forever. We were wrong…I think I’ll stop there until next week.”, said Moominmama.

By this time, Snork Maiden had become used to waiting for the rest of Moominmama’s story and very much enjoyed spending Fridays with just the two of them. She and Moominmama spent the rest of the afternoon napping in the cool of the big cave before returning home to Moominhouse.

To Be Continued

[priyankaraa]

Too Sweet

Author’s Note: I’m trying to bring fanfic Friday back so bear with me. I’m not a huge Jack Harlow fan but I’ll admit he’s hot. Hey, if you lot want smutty Jack Harlow fics, then Imma write smutty Jack Harlow fics. This is Jack Harlow x Baker! Reader. Funny thing, came up with this while watching the Great British Bake Off. Don’t you just love the British. 

Warnings: Smutty smut— vaginal sex, oral sex (f recieving), playing with food, Jack being horny and pining for reader, creampie, a bit of a breeding kink if you squint. 

Crickets chirped in the dark of the night and the air was chilly, but he needed to see her. He needed to see her beautiful e/c stare up at him with her usual warm glimmer. He needed to see her gorgeous smile contrast against her soft skin. Her needed her usual scent of cinnamon to surround him. All he could think about was how intoxicating she was. 

He thought he was mad. He barely even knew her. Yes, he stopped by her bakery almost every day for the past three months and they did engage in small talk but it never went past pleasantries. He craved more than a small conversation over a transaction of hazelnut chocolate muffins.

Fuck, those muffins were his favourite. It was the reason he started coming here in the first place. He was walking along the sidewalk after a stressful interview and someone came out of the bakery. The delicious aroma of something sweet and cinnamon hit his nostrils and he was mesmerized. But when he walked in, he realised that it wasn’t the cakes and pastries that smelt that good, but her. 

He asked for a recommendation on what to get and she walked around the counter to have a better look. The bakery was small, homely and he could tell those were the hands behind these magnificent creations right away by the flower that doused her apron and a little smeared on her face. 

She smiled beautifully. Threw her head back and laughed when he made a corny bakery joke. That day, he left the bakery with a genuine smile on his face and this lightness to himself. 

He’d return almost every day, bringing along another lame bakery joke. She’d laugh every time. He’d blush but blamed it on how warn it was in there. He lusted after her, then it turned to passion and he knew it would soon turn to love. 

And here he was, standing outside the glass bakery doors with the closed sign staring back at him, taunting him. He might have taken her presence for granted. He had been busy with shows in the area and didn’t have time to stop by. He hated it. It never did register to him that she ran a business and that she would probably be closed at eleven pm. 

Instead of turning back and hopping back into his car, he knocked on the glass door and waited with a baited breath. He knew she lived in the loft above the bakery. He knew she would answer if he knocked. 

Y/N woke with a start. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the darkness of her bedroom. Then she heard it again. At first she thought it was an intruder here to steal some of the decadent cakes she had made when she was bored, but then she realised that a thief wouldn’t knock. 

She flicked on the lights, slipping into her fuzzy slippers and started down the stairs. Her breath hitched when she saw the curly haired boy standing outside her bakery looking like a lost puppy. She unlocked the door and let him in along with the cold air that bit at her skin. 

She was only dressed a pair of silk nude shorts and a matching silk button down. Her favourite pajamas she had got for Christmas. The interior was always warm because of the wonky ventilation so she never wore too many layers, even in the dead of winter.

He huffed, rubbing his hands together as his eyes raked down her body. Her nipples had hardened due to the sudden cold and was poking through the thin material of her shirt. She didn’t notice, shutting the door before turning to him with a tired smile. 

He frowned. 

“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” he said, his blue eyes darting to the old wooden clock on her cream walls. 

“Oh, it’s fine,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I usually wake up in the middle of the night because inspiration hits me.” She walked behind the counter top and he noticed the empty display. “What can I get you?” 

“Well...” he began, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt. It was almost midnight and here he was at a young woman’s bakery/home in need of her famous hazelnut chocolate muffins. He felt selfish. 

“Jack,” she said, authority in her voice but a soft caring glimmer in her eyes. “What would you like?” 

She leaned against the glass of her display cabinet and the material strained against her skin. The shape of her b/s was now visible and teased him. He wondered if she tasted as sweet as the muffins she made. He wondered if she was as soft and delicate as them too.  (PS. b/s can stand for boob size, breast shape, bra size... anything along the lines of that. Being a small breasted woman myself, it’s hard for me to read fanfics where the reader has huge boobs so I put that in there to make it more realistic. This is you after all.)

“I, urm,” he stuttered out. “those muffins I get whenever I come here.” 

She nodded slowly, clasping her hands together. “Ah my hazelnut toffee special. I can whip up a batch right now.” 

She beamed at him but he frowned. “You don’t need to trouble yourself for me. I can leave.” 

“Nonsense,” she gasped, wrapping her hand around his wrists. His heart raced and he thought he could feel her pulse quicken as well, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. “They’re my personal favourite too. I don’t mind. Seriously.”

He couldn’t say no to her. Her followed her into the kitchen and took a seat on her workbench. He offered to help but she insisted, almost scolded, that he sit on the bench and look pretty while she worked her magic. 

Magical, indeed, Jack thought. She moved around the kitchen with ease, grabbing flour and sugar. Everything happened almost on instinct. Jack felt honoured to witness this. He leaned back against the wall and spread his knees a bit. He watched her work with dark, hooded eyes. Watched the way her silky pajamas bent according to her movement and how it strained against all the right area. As if she was moving like that on purpose knowing he would enjoy it.

He cleared his thoughts. It was so wrong of him to be imagining all these things right now. “How’s business?” He asked instead, trying to take his mind off the gorgeous woman coated in flour.

Her e/c glanced to him quickly before returning to her mixer that she was steadily adding butter into the sugar. “Good,” she commented softly. “Having Jack Harlow frequent your bakery brings a lot of attention. I’ve managed to make enough for some minor renovations. Maybe some new appliances. Soon I’m sure I’ll be able to start my own chain.” 

She beamed with pride talking about her bakery. Her life’s work. Her passion. It brought him joy to see her so carefree and happy. 

“And how was the show? I heard you’re going on tour soon.” 

Although her voice didn’t waver, her eyes showed her exact emotion. She had grown used to Jack stopping by and at some point, he became more than just a customer. Besides her elderly customers, he was the only person to ask how she was doing, or make a corny joke about baking. It was the highlight of her day. 

“It’s tiring, you know, but I love it. The fans, that feeling you get when you’re on that stage performing in front of millions of people. It’s incredible,” he gushes. 

They talk a little more about her plans to expand, Jack making multiple jokes about baking and then finally, the muffins were out of the oven and cooled. The air smelled like hazelnut. It was warm. She stood next to him and handed him a warm cupcake. He licked his lips and bit into it, the chocolate was still warm and oozed out a bit. 

And then the low, guttural moan he let out sent a pang of need straight between her thighs. She sucked in her bottom lip and watched him with calculated eyes. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut. His neck moved slightly as he chewed and swallowed. 

“These are fucking amazing,” he exclaimed, taking another huge bite.

He had scarfed down almost half the batch and they paired it with warm milk since it seemed fit with the time of the night. He offered to help clean up but she ignored him, blowing a strand of h/c out of her eyes.

She was beyond exhausted. She yawned and he saw a sliver of skin peeking from beneath her shirt. He would have given everything to feel her skin against his. 

He reached out and touched her cheek. She seemed taken back at first but nuzzled into his warmth. He took a step forward, towering over. He leaned down, his lips inches away from her sweet looking ones. 

“Can I?” He asked and she nodded slowly. 

He wasn’t just asking to kiss her. He was asking consent to have his way with her, to ravish her. To make her cry out his name in pleasure when he made her cum and then pain when she couldn’t take it any more. He wanted her sweat slicked body pressed against his, heating up the room even more. 

And that was exactly what he did.

He had placed her on the counter top and hurriedly ripped off her clothing. He then reached for the bowl of the still warm chocolate that she had used. He smeared a glob across her chest and she squirmed. His soft tongue had lavished at it. It was sweet and mixed with the saltiness from her skin. His lips had wrapped around her pert nipples and her back arched. She had moaned his name softly, hands raking through his locks. 

And then he kissed his way down to the dripping heat between her legs. He slowly dragged her panty down, swirling his finger in the chocolate before trailing it along the expanse of her pussy, making sure to swirl it a little extra around her clit. And then with absolute sureity, he knelt down before her and licked off every bit of it from between her folds until she would cum. 

Her body jerked, her tows curled and all thanks to Jack and his miraculous tongue. When she had cum, stars had formed on the inside of her eyelids. It was like the weight off the world taken off her shoulders.  

He stepped back and she’d helped him remove his clothes until he was naked in front of her. His lips tangled with hers, the sweetness from the toffee and the saltiness from her orgasm invading her tastebuds. She thrived on that. 

He stroked his dick once, twice and the tapped the swollen tip against her clit. That action alone envoked a loud moan and a rush of arousal to come flowing out. He had easily slid into her, her warm walls hugging him. It was torture waiting for her to adjust to his size and once she did, he held nothing back. 

He fucked her in every angle, hitting spots she didn’t even knew existed. His lips attacked her lips, her neck and her breasts until she shook around him, succumbing to her orgasm. It didn’t stop there. He filled her to the brim with his seed, leaning back to watch her pussy contract around air with his cum oozing out of her. The sight made his cock jump with excitement. 

He had picked her up and walked her up to the apartment, throwing her tired body onto the bed, crawling over her and peppering her body with kisses. They’d gone at it again, this time wrapped up in her bedsheets, before they had fallen asleep in each others’ arms.

The next morning she had woken to the sun in her eyes and to a soreness all over her body. She sat up and wiped away the sleep in her eyes, clutching the comforter to her chest to keep her boobs from the cold. However, when she reached to the space next to her it was cold and empty. 

She frowned. She could feel her heart start to break. And just when she was about to let a tear escape, she noticed the neatly folded piece of paper on the pillow next to her. It was a note.

Call me. xxx-xxx-xxxx — JH

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Umm can we get a jj fic that's just making out while a movie plays in the background...? Like a makeout sesh not leading to anything...?

I love your writing and think you could make it so cute...😊😊

Author's Notes: It was hard for me to pick a movie, but I ended up picking one that I thought fit for JJ, and is a personal favourite (also shout out season 2 for the lil' homage) If this was your request I hope you love it. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you xoxoxoxo

Warnings: Brief mentions of Maybank home life, Otherwise fluffy! Just kissing, and touching.

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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Slow. JJ Maybank could do slow. He could be the King of taking things slow. He could keep his hands to himself and keep his....in his pants for as long needed, if that's she wanted. He would be the most gentlemanly Pogue to ever walk the Outer Banks.

It was their Friday night routine. A movie at her house, too many snacks and then they crashed on the couch. Her parents were fine with him staying there, they knew it was the best place for him. And they trusted him, surprisingly. So they didn't care about having a giant, blonde boy sprawled out on their couch from Friday to Sunday.

Her dad always greeted him with a smile, and a pat on his shoulder when he let him in the front door. Always asked him how he was as he let him inside, telling him to kick off his shoes and make himself at home. It was always foreign to JJ, but he did it anyways.

That Friday, though, they were alone. Her dad didn't open the front door to let him inside, or tell him to kick off his muddy boots. It was his girl who opened the door for him.

"Hey, gorgeous." JJ smiled as he leaned against the doorjamb with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Hi, baby." She beamed up at him before she stood on her toes and tossed her arms around his shoulders for a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to the side of her face and then followed her inside the house, kicking of his shoes as she looked back at him expectantly. He didn't think he would ever get used to that.

"So, what movie did you bring me tonight?" She smiled at him as she flopped on the couch, her knees hung over the arm.

"Thought it was your choice this time." JJ replied as he grabbed her feet, pulled off her fuzzy slippers and wiggled the tips of his fingers against the arch of her left foot to make her squeal.

"You don't pay attention to the movies I pick." She giggled with a kick of her foot away from his tickling fingers.

"I will this time, promise. Pay attention to whatever rom-com trash you pick." JJ scoffed as tossed his backpack down beside the couch, then placed his hands on the arm of the plush piece of furniture and leaned over her legs.

"Well, you're in luck. Because I didn't want to watch a romantic comedy tonight." She smiled as she opened her arms, reaching up to him and inviting him to lay in her arms.

"No? What were you thinking?" JJ responded as he accepted her invitation and laid his body on top of hers, spreading his weight on his hands so he didn't crush her.

"Maybe a scary movie? I know you like those." She grunted as his chest dropped against hers, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"Well, you're in luck. I brought one just in case you picked something lame." JJ grinned as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her nose.

"I don't have a VHS player, JJ." She teased as she reached for the soft wisps of blonde hair beneath his solid blue hat.

"Shut up. I didn't bring a VHS." JJ scoffed, a blush creeping up his neck and colouring his cheeks. He pushed himself up from the couch, reaching down to his bag and pulling out an old DVD from the island video rental store he never returned. If that place was still around he would probably owe more than the HMS Pogue was worth in rental fees.

He popped the disc in the player, then turned on the television, making sure his frame blocked her eyes from seeing what the was putting on. He always liked it to be a surprised. Her exaggerated whines were his favourite. The way she'd toss her body into his when he put on something from the 80's that she swore she didn't like, but would watch in a trance the whole time. He knew her better than she thought he did.

A smile crossed his face as he pressed play then slowly backed up towards the couch to take up his usual spot beside her. He rested his arm over the back of the couch and let her cuddle up close into the side of his body, her knees against her chest.

"I knew you'd pick this one! It was only a matter of time!" She giggled as she grabbed the collar of his shirt then turned her body so she straddled his lap.

"Goonies are like Pogues. We never say die." JJ shrugged with a lopsided grin as he placed his hands on her hips. He thumbed at the belt loops of her shorts and let her toy with the ends of his hair.

JJ's girl only smiled as she twisted her fingers into his hair as it poked out of the bottom of his hat, leaning her body into his as the movie started in the background. He wanted to make a smart remark about how he had been trying to get her to watch this movie for months, and she was distracting him.

But he really didn't mind the distraction. He had seen the movie probably a good two dozen times. Maybe more.

JJ placed his hands on her backside and tugged her closer against him, the heat from her body engulfing him. He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he slid his hands in to the back pockets of her shorts, letting her play with his hair.

"You smell really good." JJ mumbled against her cheek, then began to press kiss after kiss along her jawline down her neck.

"Thanks, baby. You smell good, too." She replied with a smile, her hands resting on his shoulders as he pressed a prolonged kiss to the side of her neck.

"No. I don't. Been helping my cousin work on his car all day. I smell like oil, and grease." JJ laughed as he pulled his head back and looked at her face.

"What's wrong with Ricky's car now?" She questioned as she traced over his strong shoulders, her eyes on her fingers.

"I think a list of things that are right with Ricky's car would be easier to answer." JJ scoffed as he pulled his right hand out of her back pocket and placed it on her thigh, his calloused fingertips tracing his own patterns on her soft skin.

"You're a good cousin, JJ." She stated softly before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

JJ released a slow exhale through his nostrils as he reached his right hand up to place it on her cheek. A low groan rumbled in his chest as she shifted in his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull herself close him. She was so warm in his arms, and she smelled so good - like the flowers outside of that library he used to visit as a kid. Fresh, but a little sweet.

"Take this off. I love your hair." She whispered as she pulled of his hat, placing it on the back of the couch then pushed her fingers up the back of his head and into his hair.

JJ smiled then leaned forward to kiss her again, not ready to let her go. He sealed his lips to hers in a firm kiss as his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, his own fingers twisted in her hair. He couldn't remember the last time he had spent so much time with a girl just touching her, kissing her, or learning who she was.

"JJ." She mumbled into their kiss, her eyes closed as his fingertips circled the back of her neck.

"Yeah?"

"My parents won't be home next weekend." She whispered as she dropped her forehead to his and smoothed her hands over his biceps, his skin warm and still a little sweaty from a day outside working on the car.

JJ leaned his head back on the couch and raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend. He had been with enough girls to know what that statement meant. Or what she was asking him, without really asking him. JJ placed both hands on her backside as he mulled over her statement for a moment.

"Where are they going? JJ questioned as his hands traveled from her backside to the sides of her thighs, her skin so soft and warm beneath his palms.

"A vow renewal on the main-land for some of their friends from college. I thought, if you wanted, you could spend the night." She didn't look at him as she answered, rather pulled her index finger through the collar of his T-shirt.

"Of course I want to. I always want to. But, you know that we don't have to, y'know, do anything. I'll spend the night next weekend just the two of us. But there's no like, expectation. We can just hang out and watch movies. Or I can build you a fire in that nice pit outside your dad never uses. Whatever you want." JJ replied, and he meant every single word. He could, and he would, wait for her.

"And if I happened to be naked?" She questioned as she thumbed at a piece of lint on his shirt, her eyes on his chest.

"Then I guess I'll be naked, too." JJ grinned before he pressed his lips to her cheek.

She held his face in her hands, her fingertips on his jawline, and turned her face to press her lips to his. JJ released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in his chest and wrapped his arms around her middle again, keeping her flush against him. He licked at her bottom lip, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile as she whined a little and let his tongue slip inside her mouth. She reached to the back of his head, tugging on his soft, messy blonde hair as he dragged the tip of his tongue along the roof of her mouth. JJ breathing out a laugh as she rocked her hips on top of him.

"You make it hard to take things slow sometimes, pretty baby." JJ muttered as he removed his tongue from her mouth and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"M'sorry." She whispered as she twirled a strand of his hair around her index finger, her forehead against his.

"Don't be. You're worth the wait, and I kinda like just kissing you." JJ breathed as he placed a hand on the back of her neck once more to bring her lips to his.

In the back of his mind, JJ made peace with the fact that he wasn't going to get to show his girl one of his favourite movies that night. He figured there would probably be ample opportunity to show it to her again, and if she found herself in his lap again the next time The Goonies were on a treasure hunt...

Well, he wouldn't exactly mind then either. Whatever got her close to him.

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A lovely fuzzy Centris (C. aethyctera).  Collected by Tim McMahon in Costa Rica.  Compact and relatively large, the 200+ species of Centris all live in the New World.  Unlike almost all of the other bees, they hover, their flight form looks something like this (written in Centris):  Tree!  Flowers!  Zip, zip.  This one? NO. Nothing. zip zip.  This one? NO. Nothing. zip zip. This one? NO. zip zip. This one? NO. Nothing. zip zip.This one? NO. Nothing. zip zip.This one? NO. Nothing. zip zip. This one?  YES, POLLEN! scrape, scrape, comb, pack. zip zip. (I call this the Black Friday foraging strategy (If you don't know what "Black Friday" is, good for you)).  As you can imagine, these bad boys are often hard to catch. Patience is necessary, waiting for the Centris to return to your target flowers and swinging your net reflexively as your eye informs your arm without any intervening brain processing.  This particular species runs down the West Coast of Mexico to expand to all of Central America but not expanding into South America.   Like most bee species, something limits its global range and like most species why those limits exist are unclear.   Photo by Anders Croft.