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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

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They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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atlafan · 4 years ago

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And They Were Roommates - One Shot

a/n: I’ve had this idea for a long time, and I’m glad it’s finally come together. I love friends to lovers fics, they make my stomach twist in the best possible way, so I hope you all enjoy these two! Feedback and reblogs are always helpful. (not proofread)

Warnings: two idiots refusing to just get together until they do, SMUT, mentions of Only Fans (which I truthfully know nothing about, but I wanted to make things saucy)

Words: 11.3K

“We just need to be quiet in case my roommate’s home.” You say to your date, Jeremy, as you key into your flat. He nods with a grin as you enter.

“Hey, lovie, how was the-“ Harry smirks when he sees you come in with your date. “I see it went well, never mind.”

You roll your eyes at him. He was sitting on the couch in some sweat pants, and that was it, watching some romantic comedy.

“Harry, this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is my roommate Harry.”

“I’m her best friend too, but I can see she clearly hasn’t brought me up all night. M’a little offended, pet.”

“Okay, well, I’ll try to be more courteous.” You shake your head at him, and tug Jeremy along to your bedroom. “Sorry about him. He usually goes out on Friday nights, but lately he’s been staying in more.”

“You…you live with that guy?”

“Sure.” You shrug and then wrap your arms around his neck. “We’ve been friends for years, and we’re in the same grad program, so it just made sense to split a flat.”

“Listen…uh, I was excited that you invited me up, but I can’t fuck you with that guy sitting out there.”

“What?” You frown and step back. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll just think you’re thinking of him the whole time. He’s…like…perfect! I can’t compete with that.”

“Jeremy, you’re being silly, just clear your head, we can-“

“Sorry, Y/N.”

Jeremy opens your door and leaves you standing in your room. You were in shock. Jeremy walks quickly back out into the main area, and sees Harry still sitting and watching his movie.

“Oi, that was quick, mate. Hope you left my girl satisfied.” Harry grins at a disgruntled Jeremy, and he leaves.

“You know it’s comments like that…” You sniffle as you stand there in your pretty dress and heels. “That make guys just up and leave.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He took one look at you sitting there like that and ran off!”

“So, I can’t even sit in the comfort of my own living room without some douche feeling emasculated? Are you sure you want someone like that fucking you, Y/N?”

“I just wanted to hook up! Christ, now I have to go take care of it myself.” You groan.

“Well, when you’re done, come join me. We can watch My Best Friend’s Wedding.” He leans forward and smiles. “You look really nice tonight, I’m sorry he was an idiot.”

“Thanks.” You wipe your finger under your nose. “Would you make some popcorn or something?”

“On it.”

Alright, some explanation is probably needed here. See, you and Harry met your sophomore year of uni, no, not drunk at some party, in class, actually. You both were education majors, so you ended up having a lot of classes together once you really dove into your major courses. You got paired up on a project together, and there was no separation between the two of you after that.

Normally, Harry wouldn’t have been the type of guy you’d be friends with. To be honest, he dressed like a douchebag when you first met him. You wondered why he’d want to be a teacher. He had floppy curls, wore a snapback with every outfit, and you didn’t think he owned a pair of jeans that didn’t have any rips in them. Although, you did enjoy his Chelsea boots, his sweaters, and his nail polish and rings.

You were innocent, and sort of preppy while he was loud mouthed and scruffy. Your friend groups never merged, but your best friend knew about your friendship with Harry. She’d constantly poke fun and say you had a crush on him. You didn’t. Harry was hot as fuck, anyone with eyes could see that, but you weren’t into him in that way. That was one of the reasons he liked hanging out with you so much. Most girls that tried to be his friend were just trying to fuck, and that could be fun, but sometimes he genuinely wanted to meet up for coffee and have a conversation without it leading to screwing on an extra-long twin bed.

Harry’s friends knew you well. As the years went on, you’d often be the one he’d bring back to his place drunk. You started off by sleeping on the floor, and then one night you realized you both adults and could sleep in the same bed. His friends would give him an equally tough time about you. Sometimes you’d come over and wait in his room for him while he was out with another girl. To some that may have been weird, but nothing was better than drunk platonic cuddles.

There was one night, your senior year, you had woken up with him spooning you. In all the nights spent together, you two never fell asleep or woke up like that. You didn’t shift when you felt his morning wood poking you. His arm was draped loosely over you. You almost wanted to see if he’d make a move, so you pretended to stay asleep a little longer. His hand had slid to your hip and squeezed it, but that was the extent of the interaction. He rolled onto his back, and you did the same. You looked up at him and started giggling.

“It’s not funny.” He groaned, putting his forearm over his eyes.

“Didn’t know I did it for you, Har.” You poked the dimple forming on his face as he smiled.

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart, happens to every guy in the morning.” He peered down at you and you rolled your eyes.

You had never spoken about it afterwards. You didn’t want to embarrass him. When you both talked about grad school, and got into the same university, he asked you to be his flat-mate.

“You don’t wanna live with Niall and Louis anymore?”

“They’re getting real jobs, they won’t wanna listen to me complain about school. I’ve found a great two bedroom place. I think it could be fun for us. Dontcha wanna live with me, baby?” He pouted at you and you nudged his shoulder and laughed.

“Christ, I hate it when you start getting all beggy. Alright, we can live together.”

He took you in his arms and hugged you. You were both extremely excited. Sometimes it seemed like you and Harry knew everything about each other, but that was not the case. After you moved in and got settled, it was time you revealed something to him. You called him into your bedroom to talk.

“Is everything okay? You’re not having doubts, are you?”

“No! Not at all, I’m glad we’re doing this. I feel safe with you here, and I’m glad we still have classes together. I…I just need to tell you something. Um, I don’t know what you do to...like, when you’re alone, I don’t know what you use, but I know things can pop up geographically, so I just wanted to warn you.” You bit your bottom lip, and turned your laptop around to show him your Only Fans page. His eyes widened, and then he shook his head.

“This is a joke, right? You made a fake website.”

“It’s not fake…” You muttered. “I don’t do lives, I don’t get naked, and I don’t show my face.”

“Then what do you do?”

“I was a dance minor, as you may recall.” He nodded yes at you. “So I make little strip tease videos and blur my face. Sometimes I take lingerie photos too. It’s a wonder what people will pay for.”

“How’d you get into this?” There was no judgement in his voice, he was genuinely curious.

“It started as a joke between Jenna and I, but then we started making money, and it’s enough that I can pay all my bills and live comfortably. I’ve already paid off one of my student loans thanks to this. I don’t even know if you use Only Fans, but I knew you’d probably recognize me or something if you stumbled across it so…I just wanted to warn you.”

“You know…the coffee shop I work at is hiring if you don’t feel like doing this kind of stuff.” He smirked.

“I actually don’t mind it. I essentially work for myself.”

“So you don’t sit in front of your camera and get yourself off with little bunny ears on?”

“No.” You laughed. “Just videos of me dancing in some intricate lighting, and saucy photos.”

“Can I see?”

“What?!”

“Not one of the videos, show me some pictures.”

“Harry…”

“Come on. I’ve seen you dressed to the nines before, but I’m having trouble believing you would take any provocative photos.”

“Fine.” You clicked through the various photos, and find a mostly decent one. “Here, you can look at this one.”

His eyes widen again as he scans it over. You could only see your face from the lips down. You had a lollypop pressed to them, and some of the juice from it was dripping down your chin. You were laying on your bed in a pink lace bodysuit, and if he squinted he could probably see your nipples, but he chose against it. Your legs were up against the headboard, crossed at the ankle.

“Well?” You asked.

“It’s, uh, it’s very tasteful.” He cleared his throat. “Thanks for telling me…I…I mean I definitely look at porn sometimes, so…uh…definitely wouldn’t have wanted to accidentally wanked it to you.”

“I doubt you would have even stayed on my page for long. You probably like to watch the really freaky shit.” You grinned and closed your laptop.

“I don’t know, there’s something sort of sexy about someone looking so innocent.”

“And that’s exactly what my viewers seem to say in the comments.”

Harry never brought up your page after that. You didn’t make him promise not to go searching for it, you just figured he wouldn’t. With all that aside, your living situation was working out perfectly. Sometimes Harry would bring home the day old muffins or bagels from the coffee shop, and you both had all the free coffee you could drink.

When you first moved in he was like his old self. He went out on dates almost every weekend. Normally he wouldn’t bring someone back, but once in a while he would. You never minded, you’d bring people back too, but you started to notice a pattern. Most guys either would have a tough time fucking you if he was home, or would end up leaving the way Jeremy did. You weren’t sure why they felt so threatened by Harry.

You supposed Jeremy could have been taken aback by seeing Harry shirtless. He was muscular, but not quite skinny. Buff in a way. He could hurt someone if he really wanted to. Once you’ve changed into some comfy pj’s, you plop down on the couch with Harry, and dive into the bowl of popcorn he made so you could watch your movie.

“So, I take it you’re not gonna take care of things yourself?”

“I’m too annoyed now.” You sigh. “It’s fine. I’ll try my luck with some random when we go out tomorrow night.”

“Good idea.” He throws his arm around you, and you both settle as the opening credits start.

Harry had to be up early for his shift at the coffee shop. After getting some schoolwork done, you took the opportunity to get some other work done. You had to be dressed for the club tonight anyways, so you got dolled up, and took some new photos for your page. You always got comments about your lips, so you’d use blow-pops to kiss against, or to rub against. You got some really great shots in, and got dressed in your regular clothes before Harry got home.

“Got your evening makeup on already? It’ll be hours before we leave, love.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair.

“You’re not the only one that worked today.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

“You know, if I didn’t have all my tattoos I could be doing the same thing you’re doing.”

“Plenty of people with tattoos have pages.”

“The last thing I need is to start working at some school, and have a parent recognize me for the wrong reasons.”

“True.” You nod and go into the fridge. “I’m gonna make some stirfry, are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” He shrugs. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Alright.”

You didn’t necessarily mind that you’re dating life was a little tricky. You had all the domesticity you could need with Harry, however, you were certainly hoping to meet someone tonight at the club. You just wanted to have a meaningless hookup.

After dinner, and having a couple of drinks at home, you and Harry meet up with Niall and Louis at the club. Louis and Harry were laughing over something, so you decide to pay Niall a little attention. You always thought he was cute and funny. He was always nice to you too, as was Louis.

“How are things with your classes?” He asks. “Sort of wish I was doing the grad school thing.”

“Oh, but your job is so cool! Data analysis is riveting.” You giggle against the rim of your drink and he shakes his head. “Classes are good. I’m more so just excited to start teaching, but I have a while for that yet. Practicum last year was such a tease.”

“I bet you’d be a fun teacher, you’d certainly have no problem keeping my attention.” He slings one of his arms around the back of the booth you were sitting in and he inches closer. You smile at him and take a sip of your drink.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You put your hand on his shoulder and twirl the material of his shirt around your finger.

“Your voice for one thing. It’s smooth, soothing. Your smile is sweet, so that helps too.”

You blush a little from his compliments, and finish your drink.

“Need another, babe?” Harry asks, breaking you and Niall from your little chat.

“I can get it.” Niall says. “Vodka tonic?”

“Please.” You smile and watch him go up to the bar. Louis and Harry look at you. “What?”

“Are you trying to fuck Niall?” Louis asks.

“Of course she’s no-“ Harry says, but he’s cut off by you.

“So what if I am?” She scoffs. “It’s safer than trying to get some guy I don’t know, right?”

“If that’s the case, why not just fuck Harry?” Louis smirks.

Harry death glares Louis as your face scrunches.

“It’s a little cliché, isn’t it?” You say. “Fucking your roommate and best friend? I’ll pass. That’s a load of drama we don’t need.”

“So, what you’re saying is, if Harry wasn’t your roommate or your best friend, you’d fuck him?”

“Hmm…” You tap your chin playfully and look Harry up and down. Before you can answer, Niall returns with your drink, and another round for the guys. “Thank you.” You say to him, and he sits down closely next to you.

“You wouldn’t wanna dance, would you?” Niall asks you.

“I’d love to!”

You both get up and make your way over to the dancefloor. Harry sulks while he plays with the straw in his drink.

“What are you all mopey for, huh?” Louis asks him.

“I don’t really like the idea of them hooking up. Could change the dynamic of things for all of us.”

“Instead of worrying about that, why don’t we try to go meet some ladies of our own, hm?” Louis smiles at Harry, and Harry nods in agreement.

You were having a lot of fun dancing with Niall, and his laugh was infectious tonight. You told him you needed to use the ladies room, and when you came back he was acting like a completely different person.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask him over the blaring music.

“No! I just…” He looks over at Harry and Louis and then back to you. “We really shouldn’t be messing around like this.”

“We were just dancing.”

“But it was going to lead to something more, no?”

“Did you want it to?”

“Well, yeah, but you’re my friend, and…I wouldn’t want to make anything weird between us.”

“So…you don’t wanna go into the single stall bathroom and have me suck you off?” You bat your lashes at him and his eyes widen.

“Shit.” He says under his breath. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

He wraps his hand around your wrist, and leads you through the crowd of people. You both go into the bathroom without a single thought and lock the door. You could hear the music faintly as you looked at each other.

“You seemed pretty sure of things before.” You say to him.

“I…I wigged out for a second. I really want this.”

You smile and step forward, pressing your lips to his. His hands go to your hips, and he squeezes you. He tasted like the tequila he had been drinking, and you smile against him. You kiss across his jaw, and to his neck while your hands work to undo his belt.

“You’re okay with this?” You ask him.

“Yeah, go for it. Would it be easier if I sat up on the counter?”

“No, I don’t mind getting on my knees, thanks.” You smirk at him and sink down, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard dick to spring out. You look up at him, impressed.

“Don’t look so surprised.”

“Sorry.” You chuckle. “Good for you, though, honestly.”

You kiss his tip and he jerks slightly towards you. You wrap your lips around him, and suck on him. His hands move your hair back, and you close your eyes as you work him over. You pump what you can’t fit, or what you don’t feel like fitting, and you hear him panting. This is all you wanted, you just wanted to make someone feel good.

“Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He warns you, and you give his thigh a squeeze to let him know it’s okay.

He comes into your mouth, and you swallow it to not make a mess. He helps you stand up, and then you help him zip his pants. After rinsing your mouth out he grabs you and kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed as he sucks on your bottom lip.

“Would you finger me?” You ask him just above a whisper against your lips.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

Louis was off making out with some girl while Harry was at the bar, brooding. You and Niall come back from the bathroom with flushed cheeks. Harry looks at you, and then looks at Niall. Niall just rubs the back of his neck and looks away.

“Y/N, are you ready to go home?” Harry asks her.

“Um…I was hoping to have another drink, but if you wanna leave we can.”

“I’d like to, yeah.”

You both say goodnight to Niall, and head out. He doesn’t say anything to in the back of the cab, and he’s quiet as you both go inside your flat. He fills two glasses of water and hands one to you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“Why’d you have to fuck my friend? Of all the guys in there, it had to be Niall?”

“I’m going to bed, I’m not having this conversation with you.” You start to walk away from him.

“So if I took Rachel into the bathroom at club and fucked her, you’d be fine with it?”

“Rachel’s a lesbian, so that’s a moot point.”

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“I wouldn’t care, Harry. Also, you make it seem like Niall isn’t my friend, when he is. And not that it’s any of your business, but we didn’t do more than diddle each other. I sucked him off, and then I let him finger me, that was it.”

“You know, if you just needed to get off, I’m sure your own hand would have sufficed.” He huffs.

“Sometimes you just wanna feel someone else’s hand.” You say quietly.

“So Niall’s a good enough friend to diddle you, but I’m not? I’m extremely offended.”

“Harry…I don’t have to see Niall every day. It would get weird between us, and you know it.”

“I’m just saying, if you needed some help-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Go put yourself to bed, I’m gonna go wash up.”

“I’m assuming no cuddles tonight then?”

“You’ve assumed correctly, goodnight.”

Harry emerges from his room around ten the next morning, thankful he had the day off from work. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, coffee cup in hand while reading one of your textbooks. He sees you’ve made coffee, and he pours himself a cup.

“Morning.” He yawns as he sits next to you.

“Morning.” You say without looking at him.

“Are you mad at me for some reason? Usually you come to my room after we’ve been out like that, and you didn’t…”

“Harry, do you seriously not remember what happened last night?” He shakes his head no at you. “It just wasn’t a good night for drunk cuddles, okay? Can we leave it at that?”

“Alright.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you feel like going to the campus library with me in a bit? I’ve got a paper to work on, and a change of scenery would do be some good.”

“Sure! I have some mock lesson plans I need to work on so that sounds good.”

He watches you get up and go into your room so you can get ready. He sighs to himself, feeling bad for lying to you. He takes his phone out to text Niall.

Harry: I’m sorry about last night…I know I can’t control what you do and who you do it with, and clearly what I said to you didn’t matter anyways

Niall: I was going to listen…but she really wanted it, mate, I’m sorry. It wasn’t anything serious, just two friends helping each other out, alright?

Harry: alright

Niall: are you sure you don’t have feelings for her?

Harry: I just don’t think it’s smart for our little circle to comingle like that, that’s all

Niall: whatever you say

“Harry, go get dressed, the sooner we go, the sooner we can come back and watch a movie.”

“Right.” He says with a smile and gets up.

Harry fucked up one night. He didn’t feel like trolling on Tinder for a lay, so he found himself on Only Fans. There were a couple of pages he was subscribed to, but they just weren’t doing it for him tonight. He wanted something a little different, so, against his better judgement…he went to your page. Sometimes he’d check it out just to make sure no one was leaving you any sick comments, he never really went there to ogle you. But because you didn’t use your face, he could use his imagination a little bit. He puts his headphones in, and clicks on one of your free videos.

He smiles when he hears one of your favorite songs playing in the background. You were a skilled video editor, hoping to teach that media arts. The video fades in, and there you are, completely clothed. You start dancing, it wasn’t over sexy, but you had a way about taking your clothes off. You were doing a chair dance, one of your specialties. The video ends with you just about to take your shirt off, and then it fades out with a smirk on your lips.

“Oh, she’s good.” He says to himself.

Leaving people wanting more was certainly key on this site. He sighs, and clicks through a couple of the other free things you had on your page, and then eventually he pays to subscribe. You’d never know it was him, it’s not like he used his real name. He was more curious than anything to see what else you could have on there. He clicks through some of your photos. His jaw drops when he sees you licking a lollypop.

There’s a knock on his door, and he nearly throws his laptop across the room. He exits out of his all his tabs and closes his laptop.

“Come in!”

“Hey.” You say, leaning against the door frame.

“What’s up?” He was sweating. Had you seen that you had a new subscriber? Had you somehow figured out it was him?

“I have cramps, can I come lay with you?”

“Oh.” He sighs with relief. “Sure.” He makes some room for you on his bed, and climb on, laying on your stomach.

“What were you up to?”

“Looking for some porn to watch, to be honest with you.” He chuckles as he rubs at your lower back.

“Oh, Christ.” You laugh and nudge his leg. “You didn’t need to let me in.”

“It’s alright, you’re more interesting anyways. How was your day? Feel like I barely saw you?”

“It was good. I had a lot of work to get done so I was at the library, and then I met up with Rach for dinner.”

“How’s she?”

“Good. She’s finally starting to make some friends at work.” You sit up and move to sit on your bum. “I have a cheeky idea. Let’s find a really bad porn to watch.”

“Together?”

“Yeah! We could find a cheesy one from the seventies or something, stuff our faces with ice cream and have a good laugh.”

“I’ll go get the ice cream, you find one to watch.” He slides his laptop over to you, and gets up.

You knew his password, so you enter it in. You open up his browser, and go on incognito mode. He comes back shortly with a gallon of ice cream and two spoons.

“Okay, I think I’ve found one. Major bush on this woman, and the guy.”

“Incredible.” He laughs and hands you a spoon. “Let’s see how they did it back then. Who knows, I may learn something new.”

“God, porn back then was only made for men.” You scoff, and take a bite of the ice cream. “I mean, these women just lay there and take it! What’s the fun in that?”

“I know, I like it when the girl’s a little more involved instead of just starfishing.”

“I’m all for a guy being on top, but you really shouldn’t just lay there. There’s still plenty a girl can do. Although, I have to say, when I’m not super into it, I just lay there until the guy comes.”

“Why not just speak up and tell him to do something else?”

“At that point there’s no coming back. Besides, you know how fragile the male ego is.” You smirk at him.

“True…although, I think it’s really hot when a girl is vocal in the bedroom. If she’s telling me how she likes it then I know she knows her body, and that image alone is so satisfying.” He takes a slow bite of the ice cream to watch your face.

“It doesn’t get frustrating?”

“Not for me.” He shrugs. “I mean, I’m usually able to figure it out without much help, but I always make sure to ask if it feels good.”

“What a gentleman.” You poke his cheek and he swats it away. “I like it when a guy is vocal too, like, isn’t afraid to moan, that kind of stuff.”

“I never understood why guys are so afraid to moan. If it feels good, let it out.”

“Exactly!”

You both completely forgot you had an old porn on in the background until you heard an extremely fake moan rip through the speaker. You both laugh hysterically.

“This must’ve been before boobs jobs got popular, those are as natural as they get.” Harry laughs.

“Jesus, I know, look at those things bounce!” You laugh, and then look down at yourself, frowning.

“What?”

“Well….I have, like, bowling ball tits, like when you go candle pin bowling, is it attractive to watch big, heavy boobs like that?” You point to the screen. “And mine are kinda saggy, and-“

“Please, stop talking about yourself like that. Don’t you have, like, thousands of subscribers on your Only Fans? People clearly like the way you look.”

“They’ve never seen me naked.”

“Still.” He looks down at your covered chest. You were wearing a sweatshirt. “You…not to sound creepy, but you’ve got a great set on you. I’ve always thought so.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just never said anything because I didn’t want you knowing I was checking you out.” He smirks and throw one of his pillows at him. “It’s hard not to with some of the shirts or dresses you wear to the clubs sometimes. You really know how to make yourself look sexy.”

“Oh, and I’m not sexy right now?” You chuckle.

“No, you are, it’s just a different kind of sexy. Like, you more cute than anything else, but still totally fuckable.”

“Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes and take another bite of ice cream. “Mm, we picked a really good flavor this week.”

“I know, way better than last week.”

“I’ve been having fun trying new flavors with you. Gives me something fun to look forward to. Is this twenty-two? Getting excited over ice cream flavors?”

“Pretty soon we’ll be excited over buying a new vacuum, or a dishrack.”

“Oh, I love a good dishrack.”

Harry bursts out laughing, and so do you. You ended up falling asleep with him in his bed, your head cradled to his chest. Harry was always the perfect cure to cramps.

“Oh…hello.” A girl says to you some random Wednesday morning. You were stood in your kitchen making some toast before class.

“Um, hi?”

“Oh, god, he has a girlfriend doesn’t he.” She whines.

“No! I’m Harry’s roommate. Did you spend the night, would you like some coffee?”

“Got scared for a second there. No, I’m all set thank you. Um, have a good one!” She says and leaves the flat.

“Is…is she gone?” Harry whispers from around the corner and you chuckle.

“Yes, Harry.”

“Thank god.” He sighs.

“Since when do you bring someone home with you on a Tuesday night?”

“I was working late at the coffee shop, and she was there doing homework, and one thing lead to another.” He pours himself a cup of coffee.

“And it was no good?”

“Terrible, I didn’t even ask for her number.”

“What made it so terrible?”

“She just…she wasn’t…doing it for me, I don’t know. There was no connection, Y/N.” He sighs.

“Maybe it’s time you start actually dating and work your way up to fucking someone.”

“That would involve me having to get to know someone, and I can’t stand people.” He pouts.

“Good thing you’re going to be a fucking teacher then.” You laugh. “Hurry up and get ready, or we’ll be late for class.”

Harry gets ready, and you both walk to campus for your K-12 instructors class. You were thankful to have class with Harry, you weren’t sure what you’d do without him. Just having someone to make eye contact with when someone said something stupid, or if the professor did something cringey.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hey, Daniel.” You smile up at him. “What’s up?”

“Well, I…I was wondering if you had plans this weekend? On Saturday?”

You look at Harry and he shakes his head no.

“Not that I can think of, no.”

“Great, uh, would you like to go to the movies? We could grab dinner as well.”

“I…I’d like that a lot, um, here.” You take your phone out to hand it to him. He puts his number and texts himself.

“Cool, I’ll text you later.” He moves to go sit down a few rows behind you. You look at Harry with a grin on your face.

“See, dating, it’s sorta fun.” You say to him.

“Wining and dining someone sure is a lot of effort. Don’t think I quite have it in me, but you have yourself a good time, pet.”

You have a wonderful time with Daniel on Saturday night. He took you to Panera, and then to see a comedy. He let you pick the movie, and you were delighted. You shared a lot of laughs, and made out with him in his car before he took you home.

“I ha d a lot of fun.” You tell him.

“Me too.” He says. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“I’d like that.” You smile and get out of his car. When you get up to your flat, you can’t wait to dish with Harry about how your night went.

“Hola chica.” He says to you from the kitchen.

“Late night tacvos, my favorite. Save me any?”

“Course, grab what you like. How was your date?”

“Really good. Daniel’s super sweet.”

“Not sweet enough to bring home?”

“I’m taking my own advice and giving dating a try. He asked me if I wanted to go out again sometime and I said yes. We did kiss for a bit, it was nice.” You shove a taco into your mouth. “Mm, you make the best tacos, Har.”

“Don’t I know it? So…so you kissed, but nothing else?” He mutters as he finishes his food.

“Nope.”

“Did you want to?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug.

“Then you shouldn’t go out with him again.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you didn’t wanna rip his clothes off, it’s probably not gonna last.”

“Lust doesn’t make a relationship.”

“No, but it should be passionate. Even if you’re respectful and wait, you should still wanna fuck the person.”

“Sometimes you have to work up to feeling that way.”

“Nah, when you know, you know.” He winks at you and goes over to the couch. “I was about to watch-“

“Oh my god!” You screech.

“What?!”

“Did you not check the mail earlier?! Kevin and Ashley are getting married! This is their save the date. Holy fucking shit.”

“Makes sense, they’ve been together forever.”

“Well, we have to go, Harry.”

“Okay.” He hears you suck your teeth. “What?”

“No plus ones…”

“So? We’d just go together anyways. We can save money on a hotel room too.”

“That’s true. I just…wow, I couldn’t imagine getting married right now.”

“Like I said, when you know, you know.” He plops down onto the couch and turns the TV on. You sit down next to him. You look at him for a moment, and then turn your attention to the TV. Nothing else really needed to be said.

You hated it when Harry was right. Daniel was nice, but there was no spark. You went on four dates with him, and you didn’t want to fuck him.

“Hey, I was looking on the hotel website for the wedding, the room with the king sized bed is actually cheaper than the one with the two queens. That work for you?” He asks you as he comes into your room holding his laptop.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just tell me how much I need to Venmo you.”

“Will do, it’s not terribly expensive. I’ll only need a hundred bucks from you.”

“Perfect.” You take your phone and send him the money. “Thanks for booking it.”

“No problemo.” He comes in and sits on your bed. “What are you up to, babydoll?”

“Just putting some mock lesson plans together.” You sigh. “Could definitely use a break, though.” He lays down on your bed and pats the spot next to him. You roll your eyes at him, and he pouts. “Ugh, fine.” You get onto your bed with him. “Happy now?”

“Very…although….”

“What?”

“Well, you get to lay your head on my chest all the time. I’d like to do the same. Or…okay, there’s this trend on Tik Tok…could I lay down between your legs?”

“Um…like…with your head in my crotch?” You laugh. “I can put a pillow there and you can lay down if you like.”

“Okay.” You grab a pillow for him, and he gets on his back, resting his head, and looking up at you. You run your fingers through his curls and his eyes flutter closed. “I love it when you play with my hair.” He sighs.

“I knew you were coming in here with a motive. Booking the hotel room to get something out of it, huh?”

“Your nails just feel so good, and you know it.”

“Well, you better return the favor. I like getting my hair played with too.”

“I’ll touch you wherever you want me to, alright?” He yawns. “Just don’t stop for a bit.”

You brush off his crude comment, and does as he says. You liked playing with Harry’s hair, so it wasn’t a burden, and you liked when you two would just get cozy together like this. There weren’t many people you felt this comfortable with.

“Y/N, we need to get going down to the ceremony.” Harry calls from the bedroom of the hotel.

“Well, I wouldn’t be running behind if someone hadn’t taken twice as long as they said they would in the bathroom!”

“Can’t rush perfection, darling.” He smirks to himself.

“Mhm, so what does that make me?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom. His mouth nearly falls open.

You had gotten your hair into a loose, low bun, with plenty of hair in the front to frame your face. You had a strapless purple dress on with black tights and black heels.

“Um…stunning, you look stunning.”

“Thanks.” You smile and grab your clutch. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You wink at him and head out.

You both were blubbering messes during the ceremony. Rachel made sure to make fun you both for it. Once the cocktail hour hit, you were good to go. You found your table and sat down. You talked with some other friends and explained how grad school was going. You make it through the speeches and dinner, and then it’s time to dance.

Being at something like this reminded you of being at an old uni party, only more upscale. Ashley and Kevin’s families were around, so the music wasn’t exactly what you’d normally get down to, but there was an open bar that you were able to take advantage of. Partying with Harry was one of your favorite things. He always used to bring you to the best ones. A slow song starts to play, and you giggle as he bows and extends his hand to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You say as you take his hand and he pulls you close to him.

“Ah, but you’re still choosing to dance with me, babe.”

“Only cause I’m too lazy to find someone else.”

“Ha! That’ll be us someday reading vows at our won wedding. I was too lazy to find someone else, so I settled for my best friend.” He smirks at you and swat his shoulder.

“Would you be quiet? Enough of the people here think something’s going on between us as it is.”

“True.” He looks around at a few people’s wandering eyes. “Should we give them a bit of a show?” He slides his hands further down your back, getting dangerously close to your bum.

“Harry!” You squeal and giggle. “Stop it.” You grab his hands put them to their previous spot. “Just dance with me, would you?”

He chuckles and sways around with you. You both got pretty plastered. You couldn’t stop giggling with him all the way up to your room. You sigh once you get your heels off.

“Okay, I’m using the bathroom first.” You say to him.

“Fine.” He sighs and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.

You head into the bathroom, and use the toilet. You get your tights all the way off and groan when you can’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Ugh, Harry!” You call for him. “I need your help!”

“Yeah?” He says, stepping into the bathroom in only his boxers. Nothing you hadn’t seen before.

“My zipper.”

“Oh.” He places a hand on your shoulder, and the other grips the zipper, slowly dragging it down. You clutch the front of it. “You’re not…uh…no bra?”

“No, there’s one built into the dress.” You turn around to face him. “I just need to grab my pj’s and then I’ll need a couple minutes to take my hair out.” You brush by him to go into your suitcase. He takes the opportunity to use the toilet and brush his teeth.

“Need help with anything else?” He asks as you step back into the bathroom.

“Nope, think I can handle the rest, thanks.” You giggle. “Wouldn’t mind some head scratches once I get into bed though.”

Harry gets into bed and waits for you. You come out with your hair a mess, your makeup smeared from rinsing it, and he furrows his brows at you.

“That’s my shirt.” He says as you knee onto the bed.

“Mhm, well, that’s what happens when you ask me to do your laundry for you. I steal your shirts as compensation.”

“Fair enough I suppose. Come here.”

You smile and lay on his chest so he can run his fingers through your hair. You moan softly from it as you relax into him.

“Feels so nice.” You mumble into his chest.

“I can tell.” One of his hands moves to rub your back. He mimics your moaning and you punch him in the arm. “Oi! I won’t love on you if you do that.”

“M’not asking you to love on me, I just wanted me head scratched. Be grateful you get to hear me make those noises, not everyone does.”

“Bet you’d make thousands if you posted something like that on your Only Fans.” He mutters and you move to look at him. “What?”

“Do you…ever look at my page?”

“Sometimes.”

“Why?”

“Sometimes I check your comments to see if anyone’s being rude.”

“Oh…” You swallow. “I make enough doing what I’m doing. I…I’d be too shy to do the really explicate stuff. I also just feel, like, I don’t want just anyone to see me naked, you know? That’s why I don’t go live, everyone would just ask me to take my clothes off.”

“I get that. Wanna keep it private for someone special.”

“Exactly. I mean, I’ve talked about this with you before, but there are plenty of people that are into what I post.”

“You certainly leave them wanting more.”

“You’ve…watched?”

“I’ve checked out some of the free videos you’ve posted, yeah.” He admits shamelessly. “You’re a very good dancer.” He smiles at you.

“I’m going to sleep.” You yawn and turn over. “Goodnight.” You look over your shoulder at him. “If you behave you can spoon me if you want.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Slide my prick between your ass cheeks? Grow up.” He says as he wraps his arm around you. You can’t help but laugh. “However, if I get hard while I’m sleeping you can’t get mad.”

“Suppose it’s not my fault I have such a fat, juicy ass, hm?”

“Go to sleep.” He laughs, and presses his chest to your back.

“Mm, you’re so cozy, Harry.”

“I know I am. Go to sleep, lovie.” He coos, and rubs at your side.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” He sighs and nestles into the back of your head.

“So…you let him spoon you all night, and nothing happened?” Rachel whispers to you at breakfast the next morning.

“Happens more often than not, it’s not a big deal.”

“You two are so fucking weird! I’ve literally never met two people who were close that do what you do. Why not just make the jump? Neither one of you can manage to make another relationship work.”

“I don’t know…I…I just don’t see him like that, and I know Harry. If he really liked me like that he’d go for it.”

“Maybe he’s just scared to fuck it up with you.”

“Exactly, so, let’s just not fuck it up and try anything.”

“What are you two hens clucking about, hm?” Harry says as he sits down, putting a cinnamon roll in front of you. “Had you favorite.”

“I’m trying to watch the carbs…” You mutter.

“Please.” He scoffs. “Would you just eat the fucking pastry? It’s good for you.”

“How is that thing good for me?” You laugh.

“It makes you happy when you eat it. You always hum and smile when you eat a cinnamon roll.”

“How sweet of you to notice.” Rachel remarks. “You’re practically her boyfriend.”

“Rachel.” You seethe, and take a bite of the pastry. You hum softly. “Why do these bloody things taste so good, huh?”

Harry chuckles and rubs the back of your neck briefly as he eats his own breakfast. He and Rachel share a glance, but that’s the extent of that interaction.

“Hey, Harry?” You tap on the outside of his door frame.

“Yeah, babe?” He says, taking his headphones out. It was a Friday evening and you both were doing homework. His eyes widen when he looks at you. “Your face is all flushed, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I just…could you come look at something for me?”

“Sure.” He follows you to your room and sits with you on your bed.

“Um...could I…could I show you some new photos I took yesterday? I just finished editing them…and I’m feeling a little self-conscious.”

“Aw, why? You’re so beautiful.” He keeps your cheek and rubs his thumb along your cheekbone. “Course I’ll look ‘em over for you.”

“Thanks.” You swallow and put your laptop on his lap. “So…like usual, they’re not overly explicit, but I feel like my boobs look weird. I should have gotten something with more support.” You blush and point to the photo.

“They’re perfect, you look perfect, Y/N.” You suck your teeth at him. “You do! What else do you want me to say?”

“Okay, what about this one?”

“Perfect.”

“This one?”

“Perfect.”

“But what about this one?”

“Perfect, they’re all perfect. I don’t know why you don’t think so.” He frowns and sets your laptop down on your desk. He turns to look at you. “What’s really going on?”

“It’s just…I have all these people leaving comments saying they wish they could know me, date, fuck me…and…like I don’t know any of them! All they know about me is that I can dance, and I look cute sucking on a lollypop. I…if I wasn’t making the money I that I am I’d stop doing it because I just want someone real to say all of those things to me, you know?”

“Y/N…” Harry sighs. “I know you, I wanna date you, and I certainly want to fuck you.”

“Wh-what?”

“I know, it’s so cliché it’s disgusting, isn’t it?” He smirks. “But it’s how I feel. I’m sick of tip toeing around it.”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“Can’t really pinpoint it, I don’t think it’s been long, but it doesn’t feel new either.”

Your eyes well up with tears, and he puts his hand back on your cheek. You lean into it. You felt deeply confused.

“I just never thought we’d…like…I just didn’t think you were into my like that.”

“Well, I am, so…what do you think? We already get along great. We like spending time together. I truthfully can’t stand other people. I think you’re the only person’s day I actually like hearing about. Have you really never thought about it?”

“I don’t know! You never made a move when we were in undergrad, with all those nights we slept next to each other, you never did anything…”

“Yeah, because you were asleep, Y/N.” He deadpans. “What did you want me to do? Feel you up while you were unconscious? Or better yet, make a move while we were both intoxicated?”

“No, of course not.” You shake your head. “I…I don’t know what I wanted. I just felt lucky that I had such a good friend.”

“Yeah, me too.” He sighs. “Look, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, this doesn’t need to be weird. Just know if you wanted to give it a try, I’d be down.”

“You’re genuinely attracted to me, like, physically?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “And I like what you got going on up here too.” He taps your forehead with his index finger. “But you knew that already. What about me, are you physically attracted to me?”

“Well…yeah, you know you’re hot.”

“I didn’t ask you what I know.” He smirks.

“Okay, yeah, I’ve always thought you were handsome, but you used to really be a douchebag, it turned me off. Made it easier to just be your friend.” You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes.

“M’not like that anymore.” He inches closer to you. You could feel his minty breath fanning over you.

“I know.” You say just above a whisper. The mood had changed immensely. The dim lighting in your room was creating an atmosphere you had never really felt with him before.

“So…I guess the only thing left to figure out is if there’s any real heat between us.” You nod at him as his hand goes back to cradle your cheek once more. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

You move towards each other slowly, your lips gracefully pressing against each other’s. You felt scared as your eyes pinched closed. It was scary to kiss your best friend, and what was scarier was that fact that it felt so natural and seamless. He pulls away, just to see if you’ll chase him, and you do, kissing him again. You do the same to him, and he comes chasing after your soft lips.

“Harry.” You whisper as you press your forehead to his.

“Yeah?” He whispers back.

“I…I wanna have sex with you.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He cups both of your cheeks and pulls your lips back to his. His tongue peeks out to swipe along your bottom lip. He runs his lips back and forth over yours, and you open up for him. Your tongues meet, and you lick against each other, eliciting a moan from the both of you. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lets you lift it off. Your run your hands up and down his stomach as you continue to explore each other’s mouths, lips getting puffy and swollen. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth while he unzips the sweatshirt you’re wearing. He pushes it off your shoulders, and you shimmy it the rest of the way off. He’s met with your bare breasts, and he licks his lips as he looks at them.

Harry pulls you closer to him, and his lips press against your neck. You cling to his biceps as he works his mouth down your chest. He looks up at you as he sucks on one of your nipples, rolling it between your teeth. You can’t help your head from falling back. He slides down to the floor as he continues to kiss on you. Your mouth falls open as he nips and sucks on your stomach, and his fingers hook into your leggings. He looks up at you and you nod. He tugs your leggings and underwear down your legs and gets them all the way off.

“Y/N, you’re sure?”

“Yes, I want you to, please.”

You open your legs for him, and he just about loses it from your confidence. He leans forward and kisses each of your hips. You think he’s about to go for your center, but he sucks on your inner thigh. You flinch from the sensitivity, but it feels good. You make sure to sit up on your elbows so you can watch him. He looks up at you and licks a flat stripe between your folds. He sucks on each of your lips before spreading you apart with his thumbs to focus on your clit. He sucks on it at first, harshly, and you gasp. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth against it. He runs his hands along your thighs to keep you open for him. You were clenching around nothing. His tongue was warm and wet, and everything you needed.

Your body starts to feel warm all over, you can feel your orgasm start to bubble up from within your lower belly. You let yourself fall back against the bed as you start to pant. Your voice cracks as louder moans begin to rip through your throat. He was sucking and slurping on your cunt, noises you had never heard before while someone was going down on you. And to really push you over the edge, he was moaning into you. Not little whimpers or grunts, genuine moans that were vibrating into you.

“Oh my god!” You cry out. A few tears roll down your cheeks as he continues to lap around you, helping you come down.

He kisses back up your body until he’s hovering over you. He smears his lips over yours, and you grunt, pulling him closer to you. It was the filthiest kiss of your life, completely tasting yourself on him, but you didn’t care. He just made you feel better than anyone ever did. You push him so he’ll on his back, and this time you’re the one to sink onto the floor. You get his jeans and boxers down his legs. Your eyes bug out when you see his large prick slap back against his stomach.

“Christ, Harry.”

“As if you didn’t already know.” He smirks.

“I mean, I had an idea.”

You spit into your hand and wrap it around his length. He grits his teeth as you start to slowly pump him up and down. You run his tip along your lips, and his mouth falls open. Your tongue presses over his slit and you wrap your lips around him. You suckle his tip, eliciting a moan from him. You hollow your cheeks and sink almost all the way down on him. You just wanted to feel him down your throat. You breathe your nose and just hold him there.

“Y/N.” He stutters.

You slowly pull off of him, a string of spit keeping you connected. You suck in a breath before sinking back down on him, not quite as much as you took before, and you bob up and down his length. You cup his balls and massage them as you make a mess of his prick. There was spit, drool, and precome dripping down your chin. Harry was a panting mess on the bed. His hands were gripping at the sheets, and the sight of him doing that causes you to moan. To see his veins popping out the way they were was enough to make you come again.

“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You moan around him as his come spurts into your mouth. You swallow it all and suck him dry. He pulls you up to him, dumbfounded that you just did what you did.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He breathes.

“I do, I’ve heard you have pretty good stamina.” You peck his lips. “I’m sure you’ll get hard again soon.”

He groans and shifts his thighs between your legs, making you gasp. He grips your hips and starts moving you back and forth along his tiger tattoo. Your nails dig into his chest as you work to grind against him.

“H-Harry.” You mewl.

“Yeah, ride my fucking leg, baby, show me how you do it.”

“God.”

“I want you so bad, I wanna fuck you so bad, Y/N.”

“Oh, oh!” You come undone on his thigh. You lean down and press your lips to his, licking into his mouth. Before you know it he’s moving you up his body, turning you around, and licking back into your cunt. “Shit!”

He’s relentless with you, fucking you with his tongue, telling you to bounce up and down on him, and you listen. He sucks on your clit again, and you fall forward, head resting on his thigh. You watch as his cock bloats back up. You’d never know someone to enjoy doing this so much. You kiss on his thigh because you just needed to do something with your mouth. He makes you come again, and he lifts you off of his face.

“Think you can keep going?” He smirks as your head falls back against your pillows.

He grabs your legs and pushes them back so your knees press against the bed. He lifts your bum enough to rest on his thighs, and he dips his tongue back into your cunt. This was some serious teasing. You watch as his tongue goes in and out of you, deeper each time. He reaches forward with one of his hands to rub your clit. It was throbbing for him.

“Harry, please.”

“What, no good?”

“No, it’s amazing, but…I really wanna feel your dick now, please, I know you’re hard again.”

“You just taste so good.” He brings his mouth down to your cunt and sucks on it.

“This won’t be the only time I’ll let your head between my legs, I promise.” You let your legs drop back to lay normally. He sits back as you look at each other. “When was the last time you were tested? I…I’m clean, and if you are too, I’d prefer not to use a condom if you feel comfortable with that.”

“STD test came back negative a month ago when I went in for a checkup. You’re on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

He leans down to kiss you, and then he pulls back to paint his cock with your wetness that was uncontrollably leaking out of you for him. He presses his tip against your clit, and slides it down your slit. He pushes inside you slowly. He fills you to the hilt, and waits. For a moment he just wants to enjoy how tight and snug you are around him. You push your hips up and start rocking against him.

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Because I’m moving myself on you?” You giggle.

“I just think it’s cute that you’re so goddamn impatient.”

“Would you just shut up and show what you can do with this thing? Or am I gonna have to do all of this myself?”

He accepts the challenge, pulling his hips back, and snapping them forward. You reach behind yourself to press against the headboard so your head doesn’t smack against it. He drives it into you fast and deep. He pushes you to the brink of coming, but he pulls all the way out of you. Before you can complain he flips you over, and grabs your hips. He pulls you back to him and slips back inside. You moan out from the new angle, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours makes your eyes roll back. He gives your bum a light smack and you grunt.

“You can do that a little harder, a little.” You didn’t want him to fully spank you, you weren’t into that sort of thing, but you didn’t mind feeling it a little more. He delivers a harsher smack and you groan again.

“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen.” He smacks you again and you grip onto the pillows. He grips the back of your neck to get a steadier pace going, and he uses his other hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re so attentive.” You manage to say. You felt like you could barely breathe.

“I’m gonna ruin you for any other guy.”

“Don’t want any other guy.” You admit. “I don’t want anyone else to fuck me.”

“Christ.” He moans.

His fingers move faster on your clit, and his tip pounds against your g-spot, and you’re coming. You’re coming hard around him. He pulls out and sits up against the headboard. You look up at him, completely frazzled.

“I want you ride me.”

“Okay.” You breathe. You shuffle around and swing your leg over him. You line him up with yourself and sink down on him.

He fondles your breasts as you move up and down on him. He kisses on your chest as you get a rhythm going. He leans back just to watch your tits bounce up and down. He looks up at you and grips you by the back of your neck to pull your mouth down to his. You breathe each other in and out as you moan and gasp. He takes control by gripping your hips, and you cling to him to let him just do what he wanted with you. You tighten around him and his head falls back for a moment.

“Where can I come?” He asks.

“Where do you want to come?”

“Inside you.”

“Okay.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He grunts.

You cry out as he does when he comes. You don’t think you had ever felt so full in your life. He kisses you as you both catch your breaths. You tug at his hair, and grind against him. You were close to coming again. He takes the hint and snakes his hand between you both and rubs your clit. Your orgasm rips through you, and you moan into his neck.

“I’m so fucking sweaty.” You whisper.

“Do you wanna take a shower?”

“Yeah.” You look up at him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Do I still have legs? Because I can’t feel them.”

He puffs out some air as he laughs, smoothing some hair away from your face.

“Yes, you still have legs, Y/N. Should I carry you to the bathroom?”

“Please, I really need to pee.”

He kisses your forehead and slowly lifts you off of him. You clench so nothing falls out. You didn’t want to make a bigger mess of your bed.

“We can sleep in my room and wash your sheets tomorrow, don’t worry about that.” He says as he carries you bridal style to the bathroom.

He sets you down on the toilet and steps out to give you some privacy. Once he hears the water for the shower start he comes back in. He splays a hand on your back and gives you a gentle rub before you both step in. You felt overwhelmed. You just had the best sex of your life with your very best friend. As he reaches for his body wash you swat his hand. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Would you…would you just hold me?” Your bottom lip quivers, and he pulls you into his chest.

You nestle into him, and just stand under the warm water with him. He cradles your head and lets you cry into him. He starts to cry too, although he’s not really sure why.

“I don’t want anything to get fucked up between us, Harry.” You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much, and I don’t want something bad to happen that’ll make us hate each other.”

“M’not gonna let that happen.” He wipes your tears away, and then wipes away his own. “We’re gonna do this right. We’ll go out on dates, and we’ll see where it goes, and I hope it goes well because I love you too, and I value so many of the things we have with each other.”

You each take turns scrubbing each other down, getting clean. It’s soothing, and calming. You both relax, and get wrapped up into some towels. You run the blow dryer through your hair quickly just so it’s not sopping wet. He gives you one of his bed shirts to wear, and you crawl into bed with him. Being immersed in his scent was exactly what you needed. You rest your head on his chest, and he throws his arm around you.

“When was the last time you actually dated someone?” You ask softly.

“Um…think I was sixteen to be honest with you.”

“Ah, so a while.” You chuckle.

“You literally know my entire sexual history, and I know yours, let’s not pretend we’re both experts with all this.”

“So…we’ll just make this up as we go? I mean, I like that we sleep together sometimes, but I wanna keep my room, I don’t wanna move into the same room.”

“Christ, slow down, we just got together and you’re already talking about moving into the same bedroom?” You swat at his chest and he laughs, kissing the top of your head. “In all seriousness, I feel the same way, I think we should still have our separate spaces. You get pissed off with me easily.”

“Maybe you should try not to piss me off then.”

“Well, now that I know you enjoy a good tonguing, I’m not really worried about it. God, we can make up from a fight with sex instead of watching Dirty Dancing, it’s gonna be incredible.”

“Can…can we not do both?” You look up at him. “I love singing Hungry Eyes with you.”

“Yeah, both is good.”

“And I wanna make sure we clarify what are dates, and what’s just hanging out. I want dates to feel…special, I don’t know.”

“Can do. I think study dates at the library are gonna be my favorite.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I can rile you up. I’ll sit across from you to play footsie, and then I’ll run my foot up your leg. I’ll make eyes at you. You’ll end up blowing me in the bathroom, it’ll be great.”

“Mm, yes, well, what if my leg’s the one doing the rubbing? I could probably make you come in your pants from my foot on your crotch alone.”

“Okay, no study dates. You know what I would really like, though?”

“What?”

“Sometimes…sometimes I really miss you when I work double shifts at work, and then I feel bad because you’re here all by yourself…so maybe you could come to the coffee shop more? Hang out, do homework, I’ll give you free food.”

“Sounds like a sweet deal to me.” You bite your bottom lip. “You’re not gonna ask me to give up my Only Fans are you?”

“What? No, why would you even think that?”

“I don’t know…you’re the jealous type, Harry.”

“True…but if that’s what you wanna do for work, I don’t have a problem with it. Can I tell you a dirty secret?”

“Always.”

“I’m subscribed to your page.”

“You are?!”

“Yeah…I’ve never wanked to your stuff because I feel like that would be creepy, but I do keep up with what you post.”

“I’m not gonna do it forever, once I get a real job I won’t need it…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, babe. Even if you were doing the really filthy stuff, I wouldn’t care. That’s your business.”

“God, if I wasn’t so tired I’d hop on your dick again.”

He chuckles at that and gives your shoulder a squeeze.

“Any other questions?”

“I don’t think so. Although, I’m not looking forward to telling Rachel. The it’s about time or I told you so is not gonna be fun.”

“Same with Niall and Louis. We just gotta rip the band aid.”

You hum your response and get a little cozier by putting one of your legs over his. It was easy enough to fall asleep. You talked, so you weren’t worried about your friendship ending. If anything, it was all going to get better. Being able to kiss and touch on top of how you were with each other already was just the cherry on top. It didn’t happen over drinks, it didn’t happen in a club, and it didn’t happen by mistake. This was on purpose. He was the person you were supposed to be with, and he felt the same way.

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AgedUp! Kuroo x Reader Roommate AU

Summary: Kuroo discovers his roommate is a cam-girl.

Warnings: SMUT!!!

Author’s Note: I figured we were due for some Kuroo smut since we didn’t get any in First Love / Late Spring

Taglist: @caxsthetic @vventure @ardorwrites-hq-mha @cmllnc

Kuroo never saw any issue with having a female roommate.

He had known (Y/n) for years, he trusted her and was comfortable enough to approach her about being roommates after he learned they would both be attending the same college.

She didn’t seem phased by the proposal at all. She was excited more than shocked.

Their families gave them some grief at first, insisting if they were ever to live with someone of the opposite gender, they should be engaged. No, the two didn’t pretend to be engaged to get their parents’ blessing to live together, it just took a lot of convincing.

Now here they were, living together now almost two years, and without any awkward incidents. They were good about respecting each other’s privacy and knocking before they entered bedrooms.

Everything was perfect until Kuroo decided to try something new and check out a NSFW livestreaming website when he got home from class.

(Y/n) had been home for a few hours now, her Friday schedule ensured she would be home by noon.

He didn’t feel the need to announce he was home, she knew his schedule. Plus, he was sure she was still in the middle of her afternoon nap.

Kuroo settled into his bed once he made sure his bedroom door was locked. He clicked onto the site as a guest, not fully committed to the idea of creating an account and subscribing to someone.

He began looking through the different feeds for the tags he took interest in, but nothing was really catching his eye until he recognized something in the thumbnail for a livestream.

The streamer’s bedroom looked oddly familiar. Maybe it was the placement of the furniture, or the posters on the wall. Kuroo couldn’t shake the feeling he had been there before.

He clicked onto the stream, immediately a banner popped up saying he could only watch a couple minutes of the stream without a subscription. He clicked past it and began watching the video.

A cam-girl sat on her bed, a see-through, lace slip just barely covering her body as she reached somewhere out of the camera’s view for something.

“I have a few toys here we can use today,” something about that voice was so familiar... what was happening? “But I wanted to use something new for my subscribers today!”

She settled back into her spot, a few of the users in the comments section now complaining that they didn’t have a good view of her ass anymore. Kuroo’s jaw almost dropped to the floor as he covered his mouth and screamed into his palm.

The cam-girl was wearing a mask, but Kuroo recognized her instantly as his roommate.

“This came in the mail yesterday!” she smiled, holding up a vibrator. Kuroo remembered taking a package to her room yesterday... was that what was inside? “We all know my old one broke, and I haven’t been able to cum the same without it! Should I use it?”

Kuroo watched, mortified as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) giggled before leaning closer to her camera, giving the viewers a nice look at her cleavage.

“You’re all so eager today! I’ll have to put you in slow-mode!”

Kuroo felt ashamed at his staring, ripping his eyes off her chest to look at the comments instead. He couldn’t stop himself from watching her sit back and take off her lace panties, leaving them to rest on her ankle. She spread her legs, and Kuroo almost flinched away. Almost.

HIs masked roommate turned the vibrator on, and leaned back against the wall her bed rested against. She pressed the toy to her clit and sighed shakily, closing her eyes in bliss.

Just as she tilted her head back and moaned, the stream paused. Kuroo groaned, glaring at the banner that popped up over (Y/n)’s body.

Want to keep watching? Create an account and subscribe to this Streamer!

Kuroo’s fingers were like lightning as he created his account and submitted his card information. It was 15 bucks a month to subscribe to (Y/n)’s channel, no wonder she could afford to get takeout all the time.

He clicked back onto the screen, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding once the stream resumed.

It felt so wrong watching his roommate play with herself, but hey, at least he was supporting her work!

She slowly rocked her hips against the vibrator, her moans like a symphony. (Y/n) bit her lip and began teasing her vibrator against her slit, moaning louder at the sensation.

Kuroo didn’t know when he began rocking his hips against the laptop rested atop the bulge in his sweatpants, but he soon started moaning in sync with his roommate.

(Y/n) eyes shifted over her screen and she sighed shakily, grinding against the vibrator faster. Kuroo curiously looked away from her and at the comments section, freezing in place when he saw the red text that caught (Y/n)’s eye.

Getting a little loud, doll. Won’t your roommate hear you?

Kuroo gulped at the thought of that comment turning her on. He had to be wrong. His fingers twitched, feeling a sudden urge to type out his own message. He would never know unless he tried...

HIs fingers flew across the keyboard, his hormones doing the typing for him and hitting the ‘enter’ button.

It would be such a shame if your roommate walked in on you, kitten. What if he likes what he sees?

(Y/n) was very obviously staring at the comments section now, her moans sounding less staged and more genuine by the second. Kuroo felt his lips twitch into a smirk and he continued typing.

What if he climbs on top of you and fucks your brains out right in front of us, kitten? Takes you as his without a second thought? That would be such a shame...

(Y/n) moaned louder, this time he heard her through the wall, and she turned up the speed on her vibrator. Kuroo moved the laptop onto his bed and shoved his hand down his sweats, pumping at his hard length while typing with his free hand.

Kitten doesn’t have any other toys to play with for us?

(Y/n) panted hard and reached for something out of the camera’s view. In her free hand, she now held a slim, curved vibrator. She turned it on and began teasing it against her slit while the other worked her clit.

The rest of the comments section were either ignoring Kuroo’s comments or egging him on. He wrote out another comment, rubbing himself faster.

That’s it, kitten. Your roommate’s teasing his cock inside you. He wants you bad but he just wont let you have it.

(Y/n) shook slightly as she prodded the tip of the toy inside herself. Kuroo felt his cock twitch at the sight of her wetness. He continued to watch her tease herself for another few minutes, unable to keep this up once he felt his orgasm approaching.

He typed out one last message, hoping it would push her over the edge.

Yes, kitten. Take that cock. Your roommate’s about to cum, cum with him.

(Y/n) squealed and shut her eyes, finally pushing the vibrator inside herself and cumming hard with a loud moan. The sight of her squirting onto her toys had Kuroo cumming in his sweatpants, his own deep moan bubbling from his chest as he stared at (Y/n)’s flush body.

The two laid on their beds, panting hard as they came down from their orgasms. Kuroo didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until the sound of (Y/n) sitting up and speaking brought him back down from his high. He opened his eyes and watched her set her toys aside.

“Sorry guys, I kind of lost myself there.” she smiled shyly, reading through all the comments being left for her.

He decided to leave her one last comment before leaving the site and taking a shower.

You did so good kitten.

(Y/n) giggled softly and thanked him, then bid the viewers goodbye before ending the stream.

Kuroo quickly left his room and made his way into the bathroom. He threw his dirty clothes in the hamper and took a hot shower.

He left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and began the trek to his bedroom, only to run into (Y/n) on his way there.

“Hey Kuroo! How was class?” she asked, sipping on a juice-box at the kitchen counter. She was wearing sweatpants and a tank-top, her typical relaxing clothes.

Kuroo felt his cheeks burning as he tightened his towel around himself. She had seen him in a towel before, but it was a different experience now that he had masturbated to her.

“I-it was good! Slow as usual but oh well! Just glad to be home!” He was about to retreat to his bedroom when he opted to join her in the kitchen instead. “How was your nap...?”

(Y/n) shrugged, watching him retrieve his own juice-box from the fridge. “It was fine. Usual nap stuff, y’know?”

Kuroo took a sip of his juice, sighing happily as the cool liquid ran down his throat. “I thought I heard your voice earlier, were you up?”

He noticed (Y/n) shift in her seat. “I dunno, I might’ve woken up and yelled to see if you were home. I woke up when I heard you get in the shower.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her before finishing off his juice and tossing the box in the trash. “Well, I’m gonna get dressed and go meet the guys for some drinks! See you later tonight!”

“See ya! Tell Kenma I say hey!” she called after him, relaxing into her chair as he left.

Kuroo shut the door to his room, breathing a sigh of relief once he was in the privacy of his own bedroom. If things weren’t awkward before, they would be now.

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Kuroo went straight to bed when he had arrived home from his night out. He hadn’t seen (Y/n) in the livingroom, so he assumed she had gone to sleep early that night.

The next morning, he woke up to a knocking at his door. He dragged himself out of the warmth of his bed and opened the door to meet the icy daggers (Y/n) was glaring at him.

“Morning...?”

“Are you KittenMaster204?”

Kuroo froze at the mention of the account name he set for the streaming website.

“Uhhh... no?”

(Y/n) crossed her arms and tightened her jaw. “I have a subscriber who’s good with computers. I got curious yesterday and had him trace the IP for that username and this address came up!”

Kuroo couldn’t keep his cheeks from turning a deep shade of red. “Okay, yes. Im KittenMaster204...”

“Ugh! You were watching me yesterday?!” she shrieked, tightening her robe around herself.

Kuroo bit his lip, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “I-I couldn’t help it! I clicked on cuz I saw your room looked familiar and then I couldn’t stop watching! It was only yesterday, I swear!”

(Y/n) groaned and blushed darkly, turning away from him. “God! You could have totally not watched!”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, “Im a weak man... and you’re a beautiful woman. I thought since I paid the full 15 dollar subscription it wouldn’t be too skeevy but it was...”

(Y/n) seemed to perk up for a second and she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Well... it kinda was...”

“Only kinda? I watched you masturbate...”

(Y/n) turned to fully face him, avoiding eye-contact with him. “You did... but you also gave me an idea...”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her, looking her over as the played with the tie on her silk robe. “Forrrr...?”

“An idea for my 2,000 subscriber special...”

“You have 2,000 subscribers?!”

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(Y/n) had been moaning away in her room for a while now while Kuroo watched on his laptop in his bedroom. He struggled to keep himself from touching his erection through his sweatpants while he studied the way her chest heaved and her hips jutted while she played with herself.

Then she looked at the camera and licked her lips.

Kuroo sighed deeply before setting the laptop aside and leaving his room. He got over his nerves, took a deep breath, and opened the door to (Y/n)’s room, trying to hold back a laugh as (Y/n) shrieked.

“Toshi! Oh my god!”

Kuroo had made fun of her when she suggested the fake name for him, but he would be lying if he said the roleplaying wasn’t a turnon.

“Ai! What the hell?!” He shouted from his side of the room, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Toshi, out!” she huffed, covering herself with her sheet.

Kuroo took the mask she had left on her dresser and put it on. “What are you doing!” he insisted, moving to the edge of the bed.

(Y/n) squirmed, biting her lip and glancing between him and her webcam. “I’m livestreaming...”

Kuroo looked deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation, but found none.

“You don’t need any help?” He pressed, pushing off his pants and kicking them aside.

(Y/n) looked him over, pressing her thighs together at the sight of his naked body. “N-No...I can manage...”

Kuroo climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled towards her like a predator stalking his prey. Once he was in view of the webcam, Kuroo grabbed (Y/n) by her ankles and pulled her towards him.

He saw her lips quirk up into a smile for a moment before she pouted at him. “Toshiiii!” she whined, looking at the webcam, “at least let me turn it oooff!”

‘Toshi’ shook his head and took hold of ‘Ai’s’ wrist as she reached for the laptop. He pinned her wrist above her head and steadily ground his hips against hers.

“They get to watch, Ai. You can’t let your fans miss out on the show, can you?”

(Y/n) whined softly and squirmed against him, biting her lip and batting her eyes at him in a plea to continue.

Kuroo slowly leaned down and dragged his tongue up her neck towards her lips, which he captured in a heated kiss. (Y/n) stopped squirming and moaned against his lips, arching into him so the lace of her lingerie brushed against his bare chest.

Kuroo nipped her lip before slowly pulling away, smirking down at her as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Why don’t you show me what you were doing kitten?” he cooed, releasing her wrists and sitting back on his haunches.

(Y/n) shivered at the pet-name while reaching for her long-forgotten vibrator. She turned it on the lowest setting and pressed it to her clit only for Kuroo to snap his fingers in her face.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, “It was higher than that, kitten.” His stern tone sent a jolt of electricity to her clit.

She reluctantly turned up the speed, moaning shakily at the sudden vibrations. Kuroo smirked down at her and slowly ran his slender fingers up her calves and over her thighs, resting them on her hips.

“That’s it, good kitty... Keep working that pussy...” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to her slit.

(Y/n) gasped at the feeling of his fingertips teasing her lips open. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about Kuroo touching her like this. But she never imagined doing it in front of an audience.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Kuroo pressed the tip of his finger inside of her, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. He slowly eased his finger inside of her, then a second finger.

(Y/n) bit her lip to suppress her moans, but Kuroo was having none of that. He took hold of her chin with his free hand and roughly tilted her head to look up at him. “Hide your moans from me again and you’ll get the belt. Got it?”

(Y/n)’s cheeks were on fire. This was heaven. She had died and gone to heaven. That’s what happened.

She moaned at his words, hotter than she had ever moaned on camera. Kuroo brushed his thumb over her lip, pleased with her obedience. He began pumping his fingers into her faster to reward her. “Good kitty...”

(Y/n) moaned louder and began rocking her hips to meet his fingers. Kuroo traced his fingers down her throat and cupped her breast through the thin lace of her lingerie. His fingers teased at her nipple, only pulling away to push the sleeve of her slip down her shoulder to expose her breast.

He leaned down and captured her nipple between his lips, eagerly suckling on her delicate skin and drawing more wild moans from her.

“T-Toshi, I’m so close...” she whined, arching her back and closing her eyes.

Kuroo traced his tongue up her chest, along her throat, and to the shell of her ear. “Master.” He corrected.

“Master...” she sighed, “I’m so close...”

Kuroo gripped her shoulder, holding her in place as he pumped his fingers into her harder. He glanced down at her legs, making sure the webcam had an adequate angle of her pussy.

“You’ve been so good,” he cooed, brushing the tip of his nose against hers and teasing her lips with his. “You have my permission to cum...”

(Y/n)’s eyes flew shut as she came on his fingers, moaning loudly at the feeling of squirting onto his fingers. Kuroo peppered gentle kisses along the curve of her jaw, whispering soft praises only she could hear against her skin.

“Awww, I make my kitten squirt so much. I bet I’m the only man to do that to you, huh?” he purred, laying her on her side.

(Y/n) whined softly and watched as Kuroo grabbed her legs and pulled her against his thighs. He lifted her leg and bent it at the knee, giving him adequate access to her pussy.

He teased his cock against her entrance, sighing at the feeling of her wetness.

“Master pleaaaase go gentle. I’m still sensitive...” she mewled, batting her eyes at him.

Kuroo licked his lips and eased his length into her, earning a long, deep moan from her that was cut off when he had pushed in to his hilt. Kuroo moaned at her tightness and rolled his hips against her, glancing towards the laptop. He smirked at the comments, groaning as (Y/n) seemed to tighten around him once she realized what he was doing.

“They don’t like that I’m doing this to you, kitten.” Kuroo chuckled, slowly rocking in and out of her, his words almost drowned out by (Y/n)’s moans. “Do you like it, kitty?”

(Y/n) gasped as Kuroo gave a solitary snap of his hips, urging her to answer. “F-fuck, I love it! God, no one ever fucks me like this!”

Kuroo smiled evily towards the webcam, happy that the screen cut off the upper half of his head. He looked more threatening that way, in his eyes. “Say it to the camera, kitten.”

(Y/n) looked into the webcam, opening her mouth to speak only to be cut off as Kuroo thrusted into her harder. “F-Fuck! Fuuck! Uuugh! I love it! Fuck! I love it when my roommate fucks me like this!”

Kuroo growled softly, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“Fuck this...”

He pulled out and flipped (Y/n) onto her stomach, then roughly pushed back into her heat.

(Y/n) shrieked and clung to her sheets tightly, arching her back at the feeling of Kuroo filling her pussy completely. Kuroo took hold of her hips and pulled her to meet his hard thrusts, his moans harmonizing with (Y/n)’s.

“Kitten’s so fucking tight... Kitten’s gonna make me cum inside of her...” Kuroo said, earning something between a whine, a moan, and a scream from (Y/n). She buried her head in the covers and screamed shakily.

He smirked and slowed down his thrusts, opting to thrust into her deeper and hit her g-spot. “Ooooo, does kitten want me to cum inside her?” he teased, punctuating every other word with a deep thrust. “Does kitten want master’s cum?”

Kuroo grabbed a fistful of (Y/n)’s hair and lifted her head so she could speak. “If kitten doesn’t speak up, she won’t get master’s cum...” he tsked.

(Y/n) whined shakily, her voice hoarse as she begged. “Pleaaaase, master! Pleaaase! Cum inside meee!”

Kuroo released her head and took hold of her shoulder, digging his fingers into her as he sped up his thrusts. He pulled her to sit up straight, her back flush against his bare chest. Spit dripped past her lips as he took hold of her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

Kuroo pressed a kiss to the shoulder the webcam had no view of. He peppered kisses on her earlobe and whispered against her flesh. “Let go, (Y/n)... I have you...”

(Y/n) let out one more scream as she came on Kuroo’s cock. She gripped his arms and shook hard, whining loudly as he continued thrusting into her.

Kuroo felt his dick twitch inside (Y/n) before he buried himself deep inside her heat and came. He moaned, growled, and cursed as he pulled her body flush against his, emptying himself inside her pussy.

They both sat there, winding down from their orgasms together as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) grew tired of the notification noises and turned off the stream before shutting her laptop.

Kuroo took off her mask before taking off his own. He peppered gentle kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck before hugging her waist and pulling her to lay down beside him.

“Holy fuck...” he murmured, closing his eyes as (Y/n) cuddled into his side.

“Yeah...” she sighed, “holy fuck...”

Kuroo pulled her into a lazy kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair as he moaned against her lips.

When the two parted, (Y/n) had a coy smile playing on her lips, despite her fatigue. “Can you be a regular on my stream...?”

Kuroo chuckled before planting another kiss on her lips. “Anything for my kitten...”

#Kuroo Tetsurō #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurō x reader #Smut #Kuroo Smut #Kuroo tetsuro smut #Im sweating...

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A birthday fic to correct the awful event Mammon got!

Countdown to Your Special Day

Mammon x Yuki (My MC)

Pronouns: Zie/zir, they/them. If it's easier to read, feel free to sub in they/them for the main pronouns

Tags: Light-hearted romance, fluff/comfort, slight misunderstandings, agender MC, self-indulgent

Words: 4436

[2 months and 1 day away]

-Yuki was curled up in the corner of the couch, concentrated on zir D.D.D. Zie had an open notebook next to zir, the pages filled with calculated numbers and final prices with names of potential websites beside them, some scribbled out and some circled.

-Mammon's birthday was coming up in a couple months, and Yuki had started late in saving money for the surprise zie had wanted to plan for him. He had mentioned it last year as an ideal day, and zie really wanted to make it happen, especially considering all zie did for him was write a bunch of heartfelt letters. Zie wanted to give him something to really experience this time.

-It was just a bit more expensive than zie had realized. Rentals next to a lake were nothing to sneeze at.

-So absorbed with zir phone, Yuki hadn't noticed Lucifer as he entered the library where zie had gone to avoid nosy demons.

-"What are you doing in here, Yuki?"

-Startled, zie dropped zir phone and reflexively covered the notebook. When Yuki realized it was Lucifer, zie relaxed and slumped back against the couch. "Oh, it's just you. Don't scare me like that."

-"That was a bit of a reaction. Are you doing something I should be aware of?"

-"No," was zir immediate response, but then zie reconsidered zir answer. Yuki had been fumbling numbers and trying to make a decision for hours. Zie wanted to do this zirself, but zie'd never done something like this and probably, reluctantly, needed some aid. "Actually, yeah. I need your... help."

-Lucifer blinked, surprised. He hadn't expected this stubborn human who actively tried to make his life harder to ask for help, but Yuki seemed genuine in zir request. "Alright. What is it?"

[1 month and 23 days away]

-Mammon was by the entrance to RAD, waiting for Yuki to come out so they could go home together. Zie had been preoccupied with Lucifer this morning and hadn't left with the younger brothers like usual.

-His day had felt off with Yuki's absence but walking home with zir would make up for it.

-Fiddling around on his D.D.D., checking his sells and ignoring demands from the witches, he occasionally glanced up when saw movement coming out, but it was never Yuki. Hearing familiar voices when the doors cracked open, Mammon took his attention off his phone. It was only Levi and Satan, but maybe Yuki was trailing shortly behind.

-"Mammon, what are you still doing here?"

-"Yeah, I thought you'd be long gone by now after the way you rushed out of the classroom."

-"Shaddup. What's it to ya?" He paused. "I was waitin' for Yuki. Did ya happen to see 'em in there?"

-"So honest. Just say that to begin with," Levi muttered.

-"I think Yuki left earlier with Barbatos."

-"Yep, I overheard Barbatos mention that Lord Diavolo wanted to talk with them about something."

-"What?! Yuki didn't mention anythin' about meetin' with Lord Diavolo to me."

-Satan quirked a bemused eyebrow at Mammon's response. "Why would Yuki need to run it by you about meeting with Lord Diavolo?"

-"LOLOL, it's because Yuki's been avoiding Mammon for a week now. He's been acting like a stray dog without Yuki around."

-Mammon bristled at Levi's comment but didn't rebuttal. He pocketed his phone and walked away from his brothers, darting through the courtyard to leave RAD.

-It was true Yuki had been distant-like the last few of days, but Mammon was sure it was temporary. Even he got tied up in circumstances and important events he couldn't squirm out of. Sometimes it couldn't be helped.

-It wasn't temporary.

[3 weeks and 5 days away]

-"Hey, Yuki--"

-"Sorry, Mammon, I'm running late for my shift. I'll talk to you later!"

-With that as a bye, Yuki was out the door and gone.

-Yuki was usually lackadaisical about any jobs zie took unless one of the brothers worked with zir or if the job required zir full attention. Mammon was usually the first to know if zie had to work, but when--

-"When did Yuki pick up a job?"

-"Jobs," Satan corrected. "Yuki is working at The Fall tonight."

-"The Fall?" Asmo questioned.

"Hold on, what do ya mean 'jobs'? I ain't heard Yuki say anythin' about picking up jobs willingly," Mammon stated, a bit annoyed. He was getting tired of hearing his brothers be more informed about Yuki than he was.

-"When was the last time Yuki actually talked to you, Mammon, that wasn't in passing?" Levi teased without bothering to look up from his game.

-"Hey! We've talked plenty!"

-"Sure, if you want to call those conversations."

-Mammon wanted to argue with Levi, but he really couldn't. He wasn't wrong. Yuki had been absent, and whenever Mammon did manage to talk to zir it was about short and trivial things. It made it hard not to be concerned about the situation of their relationship when Yuki, who was usually glued to his side and spent so much time with him, was suddenly avoiding him. His life had become a bit lonelier without Yuki around.

-"Anyway," Satan interjected, "they've been picking up a lot of shifts from different places the last few weeks. I'm surprised neither you or Asmo knew, considering the network you both have."

-"What the heck does that mean?"

-"It means you're gossiping normies," Levi jeered.

-"Is that s'posed to be an insult?"

-"Besides all that, I'm shocked Yuki picked up shifts at The Fall. I'd love to see the outfit their wearing," Asmo mused. "I'll have to visit them later! I'm sure Yuki will feel completely refreshed after seeing my lovely face."

-Oh, that's right. If Mammon visited Yuki during work hours, zie'd have no choice but to talk with him. He could finally ask zir what the hell has been going on and get an explanation. At the very least just see zir.

-"Well, I'm goin' too! So don't get any funny ideas!"

-"You're not going anywhere, Mammon. You have three extra credit assignments due soon, and you haven't started a single one. Have you?"

-Mammon jumped, frightened by Lucifer's sudden presence behind him. A nervous chill tingled down his spine, so he could only guess the scowl that Lucifer was burning into the back of his head. He tried searching for an excuse, but he was coming up dry.

-Dammit, Lucifer, any time but now!

"W-Well, ya see, dearest big bro--"

-Irritated, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He could feel a headache creeping on him. "That's what I thought. Mammon, my room. Now. I'm going to watch you finish your assignments, even if it takes all night."

[6 days away]

-Mammon simmered as he walked the hallway to Yuki's bedroom. Yuki had seen his messages, but zie was hardly responding to them, if zie did at all. The thought that he had unconsciously done or said something to offend Yuki teased his anxiety, but Mammon quickly squished it. Zie'd just been busy with work and had no off days, but according to Satan, zie only had one more shift.

-One more day that zie would be busy, but then after that zie'd have tons of free time. Yuki will be back by zir favorite demon's side, and then everything else will fall smoothly back into place.

-It was absurd how empty Mammon could feel with Yuki missing from his daily routines. It was worse than when zie had left, when all he could think about was zir where ever he went. Yuki was here though, so he didn't miss zir physically, not like when zie returned home.

-He missed talking with his human, about anything. He missed expecting to see zir when he turned his head. He was missing a piece of a puzzle, and it was aggravating when it was just in grasp, hiding from him.

-Yuki was going to receive a real earful. He deserved that much of complaining after how he'd been treated.

-That could wait though.

-It had been a while since Mammon and Yuki had gone out on a date, and he had just gotten paid from his latest photoshoot. He was confident if he met with Yuki face-to-face and invited zir out zie wouldn't say no.

-That had been the plan until he saw Yuki coming the down the corridor, walking with a purpose. An antsy feeling stabbed him in the gut.

-"Yuki!"

-Yuki froze mid-stride as Mammon approached zir. "Mammon."

-"Yeah, me! The Great Mammon has decided to bless ya with his presence since ya keep ignorin' my messages. Anyway! Guess who got paid today with a bonus? And guess who's gettin' treated to whatever they feel like tomorrow tonight?"

-"Sorry, Mammon, I can't. I have to go to the human world with Lucifer."

-"What'd'ya mean? I didn't hear nothin' 'bout Lucifer havin' to go to the human world."

"Regardless of what you did or didn't hear, it's true all the same. Yuki and I have an appointment in the human world and won't be back for a couple days. Your plans will have to be postponed for later."

-Why was something always blindsiding him lately?

-"What?! Well, if Yuki's goin', I'm goin' too!"

-"Absolutely not. I don't need you causing havoc when I take my eyes off you for more than a second. Don't worry, though, I'll need your company next week for a special trip to the human world."

-It had been quick, but Mammon had thought he had seen Yuki flicked zir eyes at Lucifer.

-"Mammon, it's just for a couple days. Do your best to tough it out. We'll hang out plenty after, okay?"

"Ya better keep your word."

[The Night Before]

-"Mammon, don't forget you're accompanying me to the human world tomorrow morning," Lucifer announced when everyone had sat down for dinner.

-"Yeah, yeah, I remember," Mammon replied. He wasn't the least bit interested in being ordered around doing paperwork and errands. Catching movement from his peripheral, Mammon noticed Yuki trying to look at him without being obvious. He just got zir back, and they had hardly spent any time together. He didn't want to leave, even if it was just a day. More than anything, he wanted to stay with Yuki. "You should definitely come too. You agree, don't ya, Yuki?"

-Yuki barely had the chance to open zir mouth, let alone formulate an answer, before Lucifer answered instead. "No, Yuki has other affairs to attend tomorrow. It's only a day, Mammon. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, so don't complain."

-There wasn't any further comments about the trip, but Mammon made it obvious he was still hot under the collar with the way he stomped away, taking Yuki right along with him, when dinner concluded. He had been on cleaning duty with Belphie, but Lucifer offered in his place, quelling any complaints.

-Lucifer smiled amusedly to himself as he cleared the table. If only Mammon was aware enough to know what was planned for the day.

-"I can't believe that jerk," Mammon remarked as he dropped onto Yuki's bed. Yuki rolled zir eyes in response before sitting beside the grumpy demon. "I had plans I wanted to do tomorrow, ya know? Dammit! He just came back from the human world!"

-"Did you actually have plans?" Yuki asked it with a sarcastic tone, but zie was suddenly concerned. It was his birthday tomorrow, so maybe he had made plans that Yuki hadn't accounted for.

-Mammon glared at Yuki, his cheeks a shade darker than a moment prior, either from frustration or embarrassment wasn't certain. "I did," he stated softly.

"With who?"

"You, obviously!"

"Wait, we had plans tomorrow? What di--"

-Before Yuki could finish Mammon yanked zir down next to him, hugging zir tightly. Momentarily surprised, Yuki was slow to return the embrace. Zie expected him to be a bit clingy because zie'd been unavailable to be with him for a while, but this hug felt a bit too tight, desperate.

-"You said we could hang out after y'all returned from the human world, but we ain't had much time without being interrupted or the others butting in."

-"Ah. You're right," Yuki agreed. It's funny how zie had been planning this whole affair for Mammon, but in the process has unintentionally abandoned. Zie regretted that.

-"You're warm," he muttered into zir neck. "..I've missed ya like crazy. I've been dyin' to hug you, but it isn't actually enough now that I am. I'm not lettin' you go for the rest of the night."

-A soft sting of guilt hit Yuki's heart. Zie probably could have done a better job of trying to keep the surprise a secret without leaving Mammon completely in the dark, but between the jobs and helping Diavolo and classes taking up the majority of zir time... No, that wasn't an excuse. Yuki had hurt Mammon. That was obvious.

-Yuki entangled zir legs with Mammon's and reached zir arms around his waist, holding him close. Zie took a moment to just be with Mammon, inhaling his smell, hearing his heart beat. Zie had missed him too, a whole bunch, almost too much, but hopefully tomorrow would make up for the weeks of absence and neglect. "I missed you, too, Mammon. Just put up with it for a little bit longer."

[The Day!]

-"Happy birthday, Mammon!!"

-He had heard Yuki's voice before he had actually seen zir. He was flabbergasted to see zir come out of the cabin he had arrived at.

-When Mammon had woken up and joined the others for breakfast, Yuki had already left. It wasn't long after that Lucifer and he prepared for the trip to the human world. He had dragged his feet and groaned, making a show of not wanting to go. When Lucifer had sent Mammon ahead of him to get things ready, he thought it had been a punishment for his attitude, but after coming through the portal into the human world, he realized it wasn't in the city or anywhere near the hotel they usually stayed at.

-The scenery was beautiful and spacious, open in nature with cabins lining a sparking lake that had docks and piers dividing it. Unlike the city cramped full of people and towering buildings designed with glaring windows that bounced the bright sunlight off of them and funky smells, this area was full of trees that casted cool shadows and a refreshing breeze that rustled the leaves.

-Mammon was absolutely gobsmacked.

-Yuki beamed when zie saw the awestruck trance Mammon was in. Zie was hoping he'd like it. Mammon was definitely a city boy, but Yuki took a guess he enjoyed the lure of natural scenery too, based on their picnic date and walks through the forests.

-Mammon's daze broke when he saw Yuki approaching him. "What's goin' on, Yuki?"

-"C'mon, ya dummy, think! You didn't expect Lucifer to make you go on a business trip on your birthday, did you? It was his way of bringing you up here without being suspicious. Although, I thought you definitely would've caught on last week with what he said."

-He had completely forgotten about his birthday. Mammon had been entirely focused on Yuki and zir strange attitude that he'd spaced on even the date.

-"Oh."

-"Yeah, so," Yuki stepped back and spread zir arms out, displaying the lake on zir right and the cabin on zir left, "happy birthday... again! You mentioned a cabin by a lake as an ideal place to go, and you also wanted to rent a boat in the park, so I thought merging the two together would be a good idea! On top of that, I plan to 'spoil ya rotten all day'. What does the Great Mammon think?"

-"Ya know, I'm not deaf to the mocking tone. You're killin' the mood before it's even started, but I guess I can let it slide!"

[Final Hours]

-As the dimming daylight darkened through the pulled curtains, Yuki and Mammon lounged restfully on the couch. Mammon used Yuki's lap as a pillow as zie stroked zir fingers against his head. The tingling feeling traveled down his spine and relaxed his body. He could probably fall asleep in this position with Yuki brushing his hair with such tender touches. If they were at the House of Lamentation, they wouldn't be able to have this kind of moment without being interrupted by his brothers. Too bad the day was coming to an end.

-Dwelling on the negative thought caused him to unintentionally frown, and Yuki noticed the crease on his brow. Zie poked his forehead to get his attention, and his eyes opened to see Yuki leaning over him.

-"What are you thinking about?"

-"That we'll have to go back to the Devildom tomorrow. How am I s'posed to accept that after today? Today was too good to end like that, ya know?"

-Yuki hummed in agreement. Zie briefly looked away as a thoughtful expression morphed zir features. "Well," zie started, zir eyes focused back on Mammon, "I couldn't afford to stay for more than one night. My birthday is just a few months away, so maybe you could plan something for us, like when you rented the pool."

-Mammon felt a pang of short-lived guilt for complaining. Yuki had worked hard to save enough money to rent this cabin, even with Diavolo hooking zir up months in advance. "I still can't believe ya didn't just tell me. I was actually..."

-"Worried you did something? Sorry, Mammon. I should have said something, but I was nervous that I couldn't keep it a secret. I was too excited to not tell you, but then the jobs piled up and I promised to help Diavolo in exchange for talking the price down with the owner. I shouldn't have ignored you though. I'm sorry."

-There was a lull in their conversation, but it was only a slightly weighted silence. The misunderstandings were cleared up and today was one of the best days Mammon had ever had, spending it alone with Yuki. He would have enjoyed it even if it hadn't been his birthday and with Yuki pampering him all day.

-"C'mere," Mammon said as he placed a warm hand against the back of Yuki's neck, pulling zir down for a kiss. "You're goin' to have to take responsibility for my feelings. You're the reason I was stressin' out. The whole time you were busy workin' your ass off for this trip, I was thinkin' of you. As your first, I'm entitled to know what you're doin'. I'm gonna get my fill of ya tonight before we have to head home. I've got weeks worth to get outta ya."

-Yuki's cheeks heated as Mammon greedily kissed zir lips. Zie silently agreed that zie wanted to get the most out of Mammon while they were still alone, but one night of trying to cram almost a month and a half of time lost wasn't possible.

-"Your lips are warm," Mammon murmured as they separated. "That wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me though. I wanna show ya how much I appreciate you."

-"What, uh, what do you wanna do?"

-"Right now? Nothin'. Bein' with ya like this is enough for the moment. I love you, Yuki."

-An explosion of emotions surged through Yuki's chest to the rest of zir body, making zir giddy with adoration. Zie wasn't sure how zie was containing it, but staring down into Mammon's eyes, seeing his tinted cheeks, and him just relaxing with zir simultaneously fueled zir feelings more while also grounding zir.

-"I love you, too, Mammon."

#i didn't spite write a 4000k fic for Mammon's bday in two days or spent half a day editing it after posting it #nor am i disgusted with how i feel like i didn't write Mammon properly despite constantly checking screenshots and similar moments in-game #nor am i debating adding the smut back in because i wrote it poorly #couldn't be me #mammon deserves better regardless of canon or fanon content ugh #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #jess writes

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lamortexiii · 3 years ago

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Cryptic Mystic: What’s Your Sign?

Many of us are fascinated by astrology and all things outer space related. The great unknown that is beyond the stars has been a hot topic for centuries. But, how did the zodiac begin? What makes astrological signs and the alignment of planets and stars so magical? Is it truly prophetic? Does your sign define your personality, past, present, and future? Or is this simply another product of the Barnum Effect?

So I’ll start by asking the obvious: “what’s your sign?” I’m a Leo through and through. While I’m skeptical about the claims of some astrological signs and their relation to my life on a daily basis, I do believe there is some truth here - as is with most things. This topic is one that I have been wanting to write about for some time now. I have always found outer space, stars, planets, etc. to be fascinating. As a child, I remember laying in the grass and watching the stars above me. In my little valley in the forest, I could see so many stars that wouldn’t be visible if I were in the city. I am so thankful I had that childhood experience of growing up somewhere where I could truly connect with nature and the simple things around me that most take for granted on a day-to-day basis. I still stargaze to this day, but I can’t see near as many as I once did in my childhood forest valley home. I’ve seen a plethora of shooting stars throughout my lifetime, two meteor showers, two solar eclipses, and plenty of unidentified objects that were likely satellites… or were they…?

One time when I was driving home from work late one night I saw something that befuddled me. As I drove down the winding 2 lane highway in the darkness of the night I saw what appeared to be a helicopter hovering right above the trees. Now, this area I was driving through was rural. There are few houses in those woods, but there are some. The backroads leading to the site where the “helicopter” was hovering are seldom traveled, especially this late at night. I began processing the event in my mind and questioning if it was a helicopter, why would it be hovering so low and what exactly would it be doing in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. It just didn’t make sense. I thought about logical explanations and could only come up with one. There is the slim possibility that someone driving on one of the many backroads in that area may have got into an accident and was getting airlifted to a hospital. I’ve seen it happen before on backroads near there. Aside from this idea, I had nothing. By this point, I had obviously slowed down so I could get a better look. Hell, there wasn’t any traffic so it’s not like I was worried about causing an accident or anything. As I looked closer I noticed it wasn’t a helicopter at all. There were about 4-6 large bright lights shining down below the area that the craft was hovering over. The circumference of this craft was much wider than a helicopter - more circular. The lights were far too big and far too bright. Whether it was fear, shock, tiredness, or my stomach growling, I continued to drive on and leave the peculiar scene behind. Now, I know this has nothing to do with astrology or zodiac signs, but it is an interesting story nonetheless.

In reference to zodiac signs, I find that descriptions of a Leo with my particular birthdate are genuinely pretty accurate when describing my personality and conflicts. However, the daily horoscopes are definitely not accurate in my experience. I will say that when I read/listen to them I try to apply something positive from the reading to my daily life. I engage in a deeper thought process and practice mindfulness throughout the day, keeping that positive focus within my mind on the positive message I am supposed to be implementing into my day. I have also found that compatibility readings have been somewhat inaccurate as far as certain zodiac signs getting along or not getting along with other zodiac signs. The biggest obvious red flag for me is how many different sources there are. And guess what? They all say something different on the daily. If zodiac signs and horoscopes are supposed to be accurate, then why don’t all individuals who report them online all say the same thing - or at least something similar?? To play devil's advocate here, I did say earlier that I believe there is some truth to all of this, which is why it interests me so much and also why I believe in this stuff to a degree. There is a lot of magical and wondrous history to unpack in regards to the zodiac and horoscopes. So, let’s jump right in, shall we?

Interesting fact: the word zodiac is derived from Greek terminology meaning “circle of little animals.” We’re a circle of little animals - cute visuals there, eh? Hieroglyphs in Egypt dating as early as the 14th century BC were found to contain a circle of decans (constellations) depicting something that looks a lot like the constellations and zodiac symbols that we know today. In total there were 36 decans found within the temple.

During the first half of the first millennium, Babylonian astronomers created our modern zodiac. They also mapped the previous constellations that were seen in the Egyptian hieroglyphs but continued to add more as they were discovered. In the last half of the 5th century, the Babylonian astronomers divided the many constellations into 12 equal "signs” to represent the 12 months of the year at 30 days per month. Each sign contained 30° of celestial longitude, thus creating the first known celestial coordinate system. According to calculations by modern astrophysics, the zodiac was introduced between 409 and 398 BC and probably within a very few years of 401 BC. Unlike modern astrologers, who place the beginning of the sign of Aries at the place of the Sun at the vernal equinox, Babylonian astronomers fixed the zodiac in relation to stars, placing the beginning of Cancer at the "Rear Twin Star" (β Geminorum) and the beginning of Aquarius at the "Rear Star of the Goat-Fish" (δ Capricorni). Due to the precession of the equinoxes, the time of year the Sun is in a given constellation has changed since Babylonian times, the point of vernal equinox has moved from Aries into Pisces.

You’ll be pleasantly surprised, intrigued, or disgusted to know that all of this does have some roots within religion. The Hebrew Bible shows knowledge of the Babylonian zodiac. E. W. Bullinger noted that the drawings found in the book of Ezekiel were quite similar to the middle four quarters of the zodiac (Lion/Leo, Bull/Taurus, Man/Aquarius, Eagle/Scorpio). You read that right, Scorpio is noted as being an eagle - not a scorpion. Some say that the twelve tribes of Israel are correlated with the zodiac signs found within the Hebrew 12 month calendar. There is an argument that the position of the Israelic tribes around the Tabernacle from the book of Numbers correlates with the exact order of the zodiac, with Judah, Reuben, Ephraim, and Dan representing the middle signs of Leo, Aquarius, Taurus, and Scorpio, respectively. It is shocking how I have heard religious people in modern times talk about how this is all a bunch of garbage, even though some of this is literally correlated with items from the Bible.

To explain daily horoscopes and the connection between the stars, planets, and our zodiac signs, you must engage in a bit of math (yuck). When planets and constellations of the zodiac would align, the Babylonian astronomers of that time would note the experiences that people had and found similarities. These experiences, along with the position of the Earth, Sun, Moon, and constellations and the positions relative to the zodiac signs were stored within a catalogue. This went on for several years and is essentially what began our modern-day daily horoscope. However, it is my personal opinion that a lot of these “professionals” who have their own magical websites where you can get a free daily horoscope, just make shit up to sound interesting. That is obvious by the previously mentioned differentials found within each page. I encourage you to do a quick Google search and you’ll see what I’m talking about. This ties into the belief that the Barnum Effect is in play here. You’ll remember the Barnum Effect from last month's blog. If you haven’t read the June 2021 blog The Imaginarium of Barnum, I suggest you head there next to get a deeper understanding of what I’m talking about before you continue reading. Much of what is broadcasted in daily horoscopes, zodiac sign descriptions, and even within mediumship and tarot readings is full of extremely vague generalities. Because the information is presented in such a vague and generalized way, it then becomes an instance where anyone could apply any of the information to their life in some way. So as you can see, there is some psychological manipulation at play here. Now, I am not saying this is true for all who present the information. I will say that there are A LOT of shams out there. I have seen far more fake sites/readings/etc. than I have seen legit ones. If I had to give a percentage from my personal experience, I’d say about 85% of what I’ve seen is bullshit. But you choose what you believe at the end of the day. I just ask you to keep an open mind and a wise eye about you when scanning the web for horoscopes, zodiac information, tarot, and mediumship.

All of this information is interesting to stew on within your mind. I hope that you learned something new. I know I did when I was researching this topic for the blog. The religious ties were the most surprising thing to me. What did you find most interesting? Drop a comment under the blog on Tumblr or under the Instagram post for this month’s blog and let me know. Tonight if you are able, take a look at the stars and see if you can find the constellations. The plethora of shapes within the brightest stars are brilliant to gaze upon. Who knows, maybe you will find your zodiac constellation. Maybe you will depict a new constellation on your own by combining different combinations of stars. Or maybe you’ll see something that you can’t explain…

Cryptic Mystic Blog by PsychVVitch @psychvvitch

www.LaMorteXiii.com

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alexiessan · 5 years ago

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Never alone - Chapter Nine - Soulmate AU

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Hi everyone! I wanted to thank everyone who likes, reblogs and leaves some comments on my story here! It really motivates me to write and I love interacting with you guys! So thank you!

When I started this story, I thought it would be a short one, like 10 chapters at most, and here we are at chapter 9 and I can see it will be more than 10 chapters... Don’t know how long it will be though.

I think you may have been looking forward to a scene in this chapter... Enjoy !

As she made her way to breakfast with Alya — who didn’t see her left eyes when Marinette made her way from her bed to the bathroom, thanks God — the designer didn’t expect to be literally kidnapped by two of her childhood friends. And from the shock on the reporter’s face, she didn’t expect it either.

“What? Nino, Kim?! What are you doing? Let Marinette go!”

It only made Kim laugh as he tightened his grip on the Eurasian girl’s arm.

“No can do Césaire! It’s time for l’équipe des bras cassés — the team of broken arms — to have a reunion! You’ll get her back tonight! Bye Alya!”

And without waiting for an answer from the journalist, the two boys led her to the hotel’s restaurant, forcing her to sit with the two of them at a small table.

Nino, Kim, and her were childhood friends. They knew each other since they were in diapers and, to her dismay, they grew apart as they grew up. They only grew closer again after they were in the same class again back in middle school, when Alya and Adrien joined the school. She was very happy to rekindle her friendship with the two boys, she had missed them, especially when Chloé decided that bullying her was a good way to pass the time.

L’équipe des bras cassés was a name that one of their professors gave their little group when they were still in primary school. She didn’t know what the name stuck with time. Kim kept calling themselves that way, even if it wasn’t a very flattering name in the first place.

Since they rekindled their relationship, the two teens sometimes “kidnapped” her that way, to the shock of the person she was with at the time. It was the first time they took her away from Alya like this, so she could understand her shock to their behavior.

“So, DC. What are you hiding?”

Marinette froze. One of the inconveniences of their friendship — the very same disadvantage of her friendship with Alya — is that after all their years, they knew her too well, just as she knew them too well. They could read her like an open book and there was no hiding anything from them.

But she could still try.

“What do you mean?”

“Just spill, Marinette.” laughed Nino.

Or not. The fashion designer sighed.

“Why do you even think I’m hiding something?”

“You’re oddly happy, DC.”

“I’m always happy.”

It looked like she was having the conversation she had with Rose all over again.

“Yeah, but you’re not just happy. You’re the same kind of happy that Nino was when he started dating Alya. Or like me when I started dating Ondine.”

“Oh, how is she?”

There was a time before Kim started dating his fellow swimmer, where she thought that he and Alix would one day become a thing. After asking them out of curiosity, Alix told her that she was very much aro-ace and Kim never saw her in such a light.

She was very happy for her friend when he started dating Ondine, even if she wasn’t her soulmate. As of right now, the athlete didn’t know anyone who could be linked with the tattoo he was born with.

“She’s fine, thank you. But don’t try to switch topics.”

Marinette grimaced. She was genuinely interested in Ondine’s well being, but she had hoped that Kim would rant a bit about her and then forget about her.

Thanks God, Nino saved her from having to spill anything.

“You know that if you tell us to mind our own business, we will drop it right? We’re curious but we won’t force you to tell us anything if you’re not comfortable.”

The blue-eyed girl smiled.

“Thanks. It’s just… I can’t tell you now, and I probably won’t be able to tell you for a while yet, but it won’t be a secret forever.”

The Asian boy clapped his hands.

“Alright! You just had to say that, DC! We’ll drop it until you’re ready. It’s just… It’s a secret that makes you happy, right? I mean..; If you were in trouble or anything, you know that you can ask for our help?”

Marinette gave him a one side hug, happy that her friends cared about her.

“Of course I know. Don’t worry, it’s a secret that makes me happy, and I will be even happier the day I will share it with you guys.”

“Great! Now, will you guys be there at my next competition?”

The next few days passed in a blur for Marinette. They were already on their last day in Gotham and she didn’t really want to go back. They would take the plane back to Paris the next day.

She had spent every night with Robin, learning a few moves of martial art. She had seen his rude and cynical side and took it in stride. After dealing with Chloé for years, and then dealing with Lila, she could take Robin. Especially since he wasn’t being mean, just brutally honest. But she needed him to be if she wanted to progress. He was still very patient with her and she appreciated it.

She got used to seeing him every day and while they could video call when she would be back in Paris, it wouldn’t be the same.

She will miss him.

“Hey, Marinette, are you with me?”

The girl focused on the voice calling her, seeing Tim looking at her, obviously worrying.

“Ah, sorry I was lost in my thoughts.”

“I could see that.” he laughed. “I was just saying that it’s time for lunch. You should go find your friends, I’m meeting with my father and my brother.”

“Oh, of course!”

In the past few days, Tim has been a great help in her project for her own business. They had worked on fictional businesses until she understood well how to make a business plan before moving on to her own business. She had a notebook almost full of plans for the MDC company.

A very small company of one person, but a company nonetheless in the eyes of the law.

She would have to create a website when she was back in Paris, she thought. She could probably ask Max for his help. And ask him what his prices were.

Once again lost in her thought, she didn’t notice the man in front of her as she left Tim’s office until she collided with him.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

“You’re early, Damian.” said Tim behind her. Somehow, she could hear the smirk in his voice.

She felt more than saw the boy froze. She took a step back, giving him more space and looked up at his face.

Damian was a boy around her age with black hair styled in an undercut. He had tanned skin and green eyes that looked familiar.

“Oh, you must be Tim’s brother.”

Damian nodded.

“I’m Marinette!” she extended her hand and he shook it briefly. “I’m Tim’s intern for the week.” she smiled.

“Damian Wayne.” he introduced himself.

The co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises put a hand on his intern’s shoulder.

“You will have to excuse him, Marinette, Damian is a bit shy in front of strangers.” He smirked.

The glare the younger boy threw at his older brother could freeze hell.

It did make her freeze.

“Careful, Damian, you’re scaring Marinette here.”

The youngest Wayne flinched, dropping his glare.

“I apologize.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I should head to lunch anyway. It was nice meeting you!”

The young girl waved at them as she left them behind.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she had seen Damian somewhere before.

After Marinette left, the glare returned to Damian’s eyes.

“What the hell, Drake.”

Tim put his hands up as if to show him that he was no threat to his younger brother.

“Hey, now. It wasn’t my fault. And honestly, you didn’t have to glare like that, it’s your own fault that you scared her.”

Damian felt a huge satisfaction as his brother didn’t manage to dodge his kick to the knee.

He turned around, scoffing.

“Hurry up, would you? Father is waiting for us.”

Marinette was sad when the clock struck at 5 pm. During the week, she grew attached to Tim. When they weren’t talking business, they grew to know each other. He would talk about his brothers and his stories about them always made her laugh and made her longing for siblings stronger than ever before. They would talk about their likes and dislikes too and the Parisian really liked Tim as a person.

So, yes. She was sad that she won’t be able to see him again after that.

Tim closed his notebook, looking at her.

“Well, that’s the end of it. It was a pleasure working with you Marinette.” he said as he stood up.

She stood up too, extended her hand.

“Thank you for everything, Tim. I’ve learned so much with you and it was so much fun! I can’t thank you enough.”

The young adult smiled, pushing her hand away.

“Come on, don’t be so stiff. Give me a hug.”

She beamed and did just as he said.

As they broke the hug, the second youngest Wayne handed her a business card.

“Don’t be a stranger. If you got any questions or if you just want to talk, text me or call, alright?”

He grinned and ruffled her hair as she took the card.

“I’ll walk you out.”

As usual, Robin as at her hotel room’s window at eleven sharp, handing her his cape before taking her to the roof.

They sparred a little and Damian taught her the basics of a new move but they didn’t spend as much time on it as they used to.

Soon, they were on the edge of the roof, their legs hanging as they talked of nothing and everything.

The sadness came back for Marinette.

“I’ll miss you, you know?”

Robin looked at her, silent.

“I got used to seeing you every day and… well… I really like you.”

She blushed, not believing how bold she was. She hadn’t planned to say that and she cursed her mouth for moving faster than her brain could think.

“I guess I’ll miss you too.”

The French girl scoffed.

“You guess?” she raised an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean.”

She did. In the two weeks they spent in each other’s company, Marinette learned that Robin struggled with expressing his feelings. When he said that he “guessed that he will miss her”, she knew that he meant that he will miss her too.

The vigilante took something out of his utility belt, handing it to her.

“Here, it’s for you.”

She took the piece of paper, unfolding it to discover a drawing of her and Robin.

She gasped as she saw it.

“Thank you.” she breathed.

A few days earlier, she had told him that he was a shame that they couldn’t take a picture together. Too much risk of someone seeing it on her phone or something. A drawing, though… She could hide it somewhere in her room where no one but her would find it.

It moved her that Robin would do something like that for her.

She could feel him shift beside her, tugging slightly at her hood.

When she looked at him, he was closer than he was before.

She couldn’t help her blush as she noticed that he was looking specifically at her lips.

His lips were suddenly very attractive for her too.

“Can I…” he hesitated a little and she looked directly into his eyes. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

“Please, do.”

She met him halfway, his lips capturing hers in a soft kiss that put butterflies on her stomach.

One hand still holding the drawing, she put the other on his jaw, deepening the kiss while keeping it chaste.

Kissing Robin, while giving her butterflies in her stomach, wasn’t like fireworks.

No… It was like coming home.

And while he didn’t tell her with words that he liked her too, this kiss spoke for him.

They spent the rest of the night talking and kissing — some kisses a little less innocent than the first one but they weren’t making out — until it was almost four in the morning.

As Robin decided to take her back to her room, Marinette started to take the cape off.

Robin’s hands stopped her though.

“Keep it.”

“What? But it’s your-“

“Just keep it, damn it.”

Marinette could see the tips of his ears go red and she beamed at her.

“Okay. Thank you.”

She took his face in her hands and gave him a soft, lingering kiss.

She didn’t want this night to end.

“Text me when you’re back in Paris safe, alright?”

“Alright.” she breathed. “I’ll see you… sometimes, I guess?”

His thumb caressed her cheek and she leaned into it.

“I’ll see if I can visit you sometimes.”

With one last kiss from Robin and farewells, he took her back to her room, lingering a little at her windows before leaving.

Marinette sat on her bed, seeing Tikki awake on her pillow. She unconsciously put her hand on her lips, her fingers tracing them.

Tikki gave her a knowing look with a smirk.

“Oh, shut up.” Marinette laughed silently.

She hoped that she would see Robin again soon.

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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years ago

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my number neighbour : part two

brief summary: after a few months of talking back and forth, it’s finally time to meet one another in person. and what a better time to meet than on new years eve in new york city?

word count: 2.4k requested: yesss by so many people! i’m so glad to continue this story :) warnings: literally none. i just love this so much

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

P A R T O N E

when this goes live i’ll be out at a party with friends so I hope you all have a wonderful new years celebrations whatever you may be doing! and thank you for such a memorable year. none of this would’ve been possible without you guys supporting and here’s to 2020 - maybe Ilya will finally notice me lmao. Love you all, stay safe. x

“Okay, so who is down for Miami?” David asks as he draws a line down the whiteboard, making a note of potential locations for everyone to go for New Year's Eve.

Looking around, David makes a note of those holding their hands up. “And those for LA?” Jason speaks up, and David copies down those names again with a small sigh.

“What about Hawaii?” Corinna suggests and a few voices cheer in agreement. “Or Vegas? New York?” Her voice pauses as she raises an eyebrow to David who clears his throat, making a small note at the bottom of the board for these new potential locations.

“Yeah, those sound good.” David mutters to himself, unable to shift his eyes from New York and it does not go unnoticed by the others.

“I think New York sounds like a good option.” Jeff states, smirking as he glances to Jason who gives him a knowing nod. “I heard there’s someone there too that would like to meet you in person.” He adds, and David smiles to himself as he continues to face the whiteboard.

Eventually, David turns around with a smaller smile. “Yeah, she, Y/n is wondering what my plans are.” David shrugs his shoulder, trying to play it off like it’s no big deal when internally, his systems starting shutting down when you asked.

“How long ago did she ask you this?” Jason questions, sitting upright as David focuses on his feet.

“About three hours ago.” David mumbles, unaware of the shared looks of excitement and adoration for his newfound interest in his number neighbour.

“Well,” Jason rises to his feet, standing beside David in front of the whiteboard. “we can’t disappoint Y/n, so those interested in going to New York?” Jason speaks up, and David lifts his eyes to see the majority of hands raised.

Jason pats David on the shoulder, trying to distract David from overthinking the fact he’ll be able to meet you at last. “New York it is.” David says with a smile as he turns around, rubbing off all the other potential locations and circles New York.

Rushing around your apartment, you kept swearing under your breath.

“What’s got you all flustered?” Nick questions as he leans against your doorframe, seeing your room having been turned upside down.

You remove your head from the dark depths of your wardrobe as you let out a long sigh. “I’m looking for this one dress. It’s that ivy lacy one, you know?”

Nick chuckles to himself, nodding. “Your slutty but not slutty dress?” He rephrases, watching as you rest your hands on your hips. “But super flattering and makes your ass look great dress?” He forces a smile, seeing you roll your eyes.

“That’d be the one.” You respond before returning to your wardrobe. “I just can’t find it!” You groan and Nick appears by your side.

“Probably because you lent it to your best friend.” He trails off as realisation hits you.

“FUCK!” You yell, collapsing down into the wardrobe in defeat. “Of course she had to go and move to Liverpool.” You shake your head, burying your fingers into your hair.

“Why’d you want the dress so bad anyway?” Nick helps you sit upright, removing you from the dangerous void your wardrobe is. You glance up at him, and watch as it clicks into place in his brain. “No,” He raises an eyebrow and your prolonged silence answers for him. “he, he’s coming to New York?!” He yells and you laugh happily.

“I think so?” You say with a hint of confusion in your tone. “Well, I invited him and his friends,”

“You invited the vlog squad?!” He yells once again, gripping your shoulders tightly. “If you don’t get me a chance with Corinna or Zane I’ll move out.”

You roll your eyes. “You have such a varied taste, Nick.” You joke, ignoring his rambles of how perfect he’d be for any of his friends. “But, he didn’t respond about it yet.” You add, and Nick’s shoulders drop in disappointment.

“He’s missing out if he doesn’t come. New Year’s at ours beats any shitty attempt LA has to offer.” He speaks proudly, ignoring the look you give him.

“Nick, you passed out two minutes after midnight and barely remember any of the party.” You remind him, chuckling as he glares over jokingly.

“Well, I’d remember more if David came so I could finally meet the guy who has you digging up a dress you’ve not worn in two years.” He states and you can’t argue back, knowing it’s true.

You didn’t intend for this to happen, but when you first FaceTimed him, he seemed like a genuinely sweet person. He was kinda shy which you liked, but as your conversation went on the more grounded you both felt talking to one another.

Since the first FaceTime you two had, it became almost daily. Eventually, he told you more about his line of work and it clicked where you knew his voice from. You introduced David to Nick, and Nick screamed down the phone which made you laugh hysterically. Since then, Nick has been a cocktail of love, support and amazement that your number neighbour is David Dobrik.

The sound of your phone pinging made your ears perk up as you resurfaced from old jumpers and darted for your phone.

You manage to narrowly beat Nick, and you squeal as you read David’s message.

“Well?” Nick asks eagerly as you type a response before turning back to face your flatmate.

“We’ve got just over a week to find me a new dress.” You say with a smile as you laugh, feeling Nick lift you off the ground as he hugs you tightly.

Fidgeting, you’re barely able to stand still as guests start arriving. You agreed to take a few shots with Nick to help your nerves, but your body seems immune to anything besides growing anxieties.

“Hey, he’ll be here soon.” Nick smiles softly to you and you nod in response, knowing if David would cancel, he’d have the decency to message you first.

A loud knock starts on the front door, and you remain blissfully ignorant as you stand with your back turned, talking to some old friends.

“I gotta admit, I blacked out last year.” One friend tells you, causing you to laugh remembering the whole ordeal.

Sipping your drink, you shake your head. “You and Nick were clearly shot buddies last year then.” You say, watching as she retells the events she can remember, hoping to not repeat them tonight.

As your friend reminisces on 2018 New Years Eve, Nick opens the front door to see David stood with a bright smile and camera in hand.

“Holy fuck.” Nick mutters as David chuckles.

“Hey, Nick.” David speaks up and Nick stutters over his own breath. “I brought some friends with me. This is Zane, Carly, Corinna, Matt and Jeff.”

Everyone waves politely as Nick barely manages to raise his hand to wave back. “It’s good to meet you guys.” Nick manages to force his words out, oblivious to David’s eyes darting around the room in search of you.

“Can we come in?” Corinna speaks up, smiling to Nick who chuckles under his breath before moving aside.

Across the room, your friend's attention is immediately diverted. “Hold on,” She holds your arm, staring straight past you. “you never mentioned him bringing hot friends.” She says with a humourous scoff as you remain cemented on the spot, too afraid to turn around.

“She’s just over there,” Nick moves to stand by David, able to fully compose himself. “you can’t miss her, she’s a stunner in that red dress.” Nick comments with a slight wink as David smiles.

“Thanks, Nick.” David says before Nick walks off in search of Corinna to try and swoon.

Taking a deep breath, David pushes back all the nerves that have built up over the past week. Now is his chance, he flew to come see you, just you. After all this time this is the moment he’s been waiting for since you replied to that first dumb message. Yet, it feels fake, but for once it isn’t a prank.

Walking toward you, David watches as you begin to turn around.

Mentally, you were psyching yourself up for the moment, not sure what to expect.

Neither of you was aware of the eyes pausing, having heard the stories about you two - the number neighbours whose friendship has the potential to blossom. You were the Twitter thread’s idea of fate working its magic.

Facing him, you opened your mouth to speak, but David mirrored your exact actions. “I, erm, hi.” You manage to force the words out, glancing out of the corner of your eye to see Nick facepalm.

David chuckles softly, realising you’re even cuter in person. “Hi, Y/n.” He says softly before bringing you into a hug.

Being in his arms, you began to relax your body from the tension you were holding in. It was comfortable, it felt right being close to him after almost two months of speaking through a screen.

“Oh my god if they don’t end up together I’m going to scream.” Carly comments as the others nod in agreement as you two walk-off elsewhere in the apartment, engaged in conversation.

Whilst talking to one another, hours passed by like minutes. You felt like you had known him your entire life, and the feeling was evidently mutual.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” You repeat for the tenth time, and despite your nerves having died down, there is still a small part of your system that is in a permanent state of shock.

His hand slipping down toward yours, David smiles to himself as you intertwine your fingers with his. “I’m glad you invited me. Otherwise, I’d most likely be in some bar in Vegas.” He comments, hearing you scoff lightly.

“How painful that would’ve been for you, Dave.” You joke, hearing him laugh in response.

“So painful. Having to accept free drinks and see Zane drunk,” David sighs heavily. “it’s a hard life.” He comments with a shrug of his shoulder before returning his attention back to you. “But I’m really glad to be here, really.” He squeezes your hand lightly, watching as a smile ghosts your lips playfully.

“I’m glad you came. I mean, I knew we’d meet eventually but, but I’m glad you came for New Years.” You lean against the kitchen counter, looking out from your windows at the hectic citizens thriving below.

David focuses on the features he couldn’t see crisply on video or through photos. He couldn’t see the small dimples or freckles dotted across your face. The iPhone camera never did you the full justice, you’re more beautiful in person than he could’ve anticipated.

“Well, if it means one less single for 2020, I’m all for it.” He comments but as he listens to the words leaving his lips, your hand drops from his. “Wait, I, I meant,” He rambles, but you shake your head.

“I didn’t wanna assume,” You start, both of you stuttering and struggling to find the right words.

“Oh god,” Corinna cringes, looking up to Nick who winces at the sight. “they’re hopeless.”

Nick rests his hand on Corinna’s shoulder for a second, a lightbulb moment occurring. “I’ve got an idea.” He says with a smile. “With Y/n, actions speak louder than words.” He states, glancing to his phone to see the time. “The countdown will start any minute.”

Moving through everyone at the party, Nick walks toward the pair of you. “Oh, hey Nick.” You welcome the interruption, breaking the awkward silence between you and David.

“Hey Y/n, David.” He says with a smile. “Okay, everybody!” Nick claps, offering his hand to you to join him on the kitchen counter.

As you stand beside him, David moves back into the crowd, finding Jeff who looks at him with excitement, only to see it quickly fade. “What happened, dude?” Jeff questions, seeing David looking like a lost puppy.

“I think I fucked it up.” David states, sighing heavily.

“I’m sure you didn’t, David.” Jeff says, patting his back lightly. “I mean, look at her, she can barely take her eyes off of you.” Jeff mutters, motioning up to you as you desperately try to not stare at him.

“So, it’s nearly midnight so everyone pair up!” Nick cheers and everyone rummages through the crowd whilst David nears you, helping you down.

His hands rest on your waist. “I, have you got a kiss at midnight?” David questions, slowly feeling his sense of confidence return around you as you smile to him.

“Is this your way of asking me, Dobrik?” You ask in return.

“If you say yes, that is.” He retorts playfully, watching as you nod.

“I’d love to.” You tell him before moving into the crowd as the countdown begins.

One minute left of 2019, of the decade.

“Do you feel like it’s been worth it?” David turns to face you, wanting to drown out everyone else and focus just on you. “Do, do you regret answering my dumb message when I sent it?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together. “Of course not.” You say as if it were obvious. “You, you coming into my life happened at an almost perfect time. I, I secretly look forward to our calls, knowing you will find a way to make me laugh at something stupid.” You ramble, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“After tonight, would you like to go on a date with me?” He questions, but the one thing he’s been wanting to ask you all night is drowned out by the countdown.

“THREE, TWO ONE.”

As everyone reaches one, you rest your hands on David’s cheeks, pulling him closer into you.

The sound of cheers and confetti surrounds you as David deepens the kiss, his arms resting on your wait pulling you closer.

“Happy new year love birds.” Nick yells to you both as you pull away, smiling like idiots.

“Hey, Dave?” You ask, looking up at him. “I’d love to go on a date.” You reply, before kissing him softly. “Happy new year.”

The rest of his friends walk over, joining in the celebrations as the party continues.

But all David can think about is how grateful he is to some dumb trend on Twitter, that he’s able to start a new year with you.

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blazestarninja13 · 4 years ago

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Hamanda Week [Day 6: Au (Game store/College AU)]

@hamanda-week

This one is the longest of the bunch!

Both Amanda and Hannah are 19 in this one and are also attending Luna Nova University.

Also special thanks to @amanda-oneill for helping me come up with ideas for this one!

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25257931/chapters/61536790

It was early April, stores all around the town of Blytonbury were putting up decorations for the Easter season. Over the next few weeks, customers would be rushing into the town’s many stores to pick up Easter gifts.

One of these establishments was The Game Shack, a small video game store located on Woodward st that had been operating for well over ten years.

Around the corner from the store was Hannah England, a student of Luna Nova University (also known as LNU) and an employee of The Game Shack.

Hannah had been running late for her shift that had started ten minutes ago. The only reason why she was running late was because she had slept in after a long night of studying and had also forgotten that she worked on weekends.

She was dashing down the street in the rain with her store uniform under her hoodie. She was in such a rush that she didn’t even know who she was working with tonight, though it would be a surprise since she hadn’t met every single staff member yet and she had only been working at the store for around a month.

As soon as she found herself outside of the store, she took her hoodie off, revealing her employee uniform. She walked in and immediately started warming up.

However, Hannah saw something strange. There was someone sitting on an office chair behind the counter reading some sort of gaming magazine with their feet up on the front desk.

She couldn’t tell who the mystery reader was since the magazine was right in front of their face.

She decided that this was no way for someone to act and surely wasn’t one of the store’s hard-working team members. So she had no choice but to tell them off.

“Excuse me but you shouldn’t be here and don’t you know that it’s rude to put your feet up on desks?”

The magazine reader groaned a little before putting the magazine down and standing up from the chair to reveal herself. A tall, well-built redhead with dazzling emerald green eyes.

At the sight of her face, Hannah was in complete shock. It was the last person that she thought she would be working with today or at all. It was someone she knew but wasn’t exactly friends with. It was the person she’d be working with for every day of the weekend over the next month due to a lack of staff.

“Amanda O’Neill?! You work here?!” she cried out as her co-worker gave a cocky grin and laughed.

“Yep. Didn’t wanna ruin the surprise for you and damn, was it worth keeping it a secret because you should’ve seen your face!”

Amanda O’Neill was another student of Luna Nova University that Hannah was all too familiar with. Not only was her good friend, Diana, dating Atsuko Kagari who was great friends with Amanda but as well she was known as the best person on LNU’s well-known fencing team, winning several awards for the university.

Though she was annoyed by her presence, Hannah thought that Amanda actually looked good in the store’s tacky looking bright red uniforms, which was rare since no one seemed to be able to pull off even looking half-good in the stupid shirts.

“I didn’t even know you were into gaming whatsoever considering how you seem to be always flaunting your fencing wins when you’re not slacking off.”

Amanda rolled her eyes and chuckled as her shit-eating grin stuck to her face.

“England, first of all, I am an absolute gaming expert, and second of all, why wouldn’t I want to be proud of my wins?”

Hannah sighed, this was not going to be an easy month of work.

“You better not make this hard for me O’Neill.” She replied, ignoring Amanda’s response to her previous question.”

“Eh, to be honest with you, I think this’ll be quite easy,” Amanda said with her signature toothy grin on her face while doing her signature finger guns.

And so began a long day of work for Hannah and an apparently easy day of work for Amanda.

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Though the store had opened around half an hour ago, no customers had come in yet. So, in the meanwhile, Hannah decided to talk to Amanda but only because she had already done every other task and chore that needed to be done as of then.

Amanda was still flipping through her gaming magazine which seemed to be an issue on the best retro gaming consoles of all time.

Hannah was interested, she had grown up playing many of her dad’s older consoles that he brought back from his business trips since he was an avid gamer himself. That was why Hannah was working here, because of her somewhat secret interest in gaming that only a few people, including Amanda, knew about.

“So, what is your favourite retro console?” Hannah asked, genuinely curious as to what the redhead would respond with.

Amanda looked up from her magazine and smiled.

“PS1, no doubt about it.”

Hannah decided to try to pick Amanda’s so-called ‘expert’ gaming brain.

“And why would that be?”

Amanda knew exactly what England was thinking and trying to do. Doubt her gaming expertise and try to pick her brain. Many people had done this before and were surprised to see the star fencer blurt out many facts and other bits of information about many different consoles.

“Because of all the amazing games in its massive library, duh”

Hannah still wasn’t convinced by Amanda’s ‘expertise’.

“Well, I wanna know why you think it’s better than the N64 even though I admittedly love the PS1 a lot as well”. Hannah grinned. “I too, know many things about gaming”

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After a lengthy and surprisingly intelligent conversation, Both girls had surprised each other thanks to all of their useless facts and opinions about various consoles. In the end, they both agreed that Resident Evil, Tomb Raider, and Metal Gear Solid were the best PS1 games. However, Amanda wouldn’t give up on her opinion that Conker’s Bad Fur Day was the best N64 game despite Hannah’s protests of saying it was obviously Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

Suddenly, a customer had finally come in.

A short and chubby, 30-something looking man with a long beard, glasses, and balding hair strolled into the store. He took a few glances around and then squinted his eyes at Amanda and Hannah as he approached them.

Hannah looked at Amanda, who was swinging around in the office chair in boredom.

I guess I’ll have to take this one. Hannah thought to herself as she greeted the custom with the usual “Hi, how can help you”.

The man had an annoyed look on his face.

“Uh is there someone I could talk to that has a little bit more gaming knowledge?”

This question caught Amanda’s attention. She had knowledge of these types of gamers and what they did.

If he said anything more like that to Hannah, Amanda would come up and kick his ass.

“Um, why?” Hannah responded, offended by the fact that this man thought that she knew nothing about gaming.

“Because I want to talk to someone who actually knows something about video games instead of people of your kind,” he said snootily.

Hannah had no time to even respond because Amanda had already gotten up from her chair with anger in her piercing green eyes and was standing right in front of the man, in an extremely intimidating fashion.

“Listen up, bucko…” She started with a low growl.

“Just because we’re women doesn’t mean we have any less gaming intel than you if anything, we probably have more so if that’s how you’re gonna think, leave and don’t ever talk to her like that ever again if you do come back! Understood?” Amanda said with pure anger in her voice.

She was not going to let anybody come in and treat either of them in that way.

The man simply gulped and backed out of the store in terror.

Hannah was in extreme awe. Seeing Amanda protect her was something she never expected in a million years but also made her blush a little for some odd reason.

Amanda took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She was glad that she was able to protect Hannah even though the two of them weren’t really friends.

“Amanda that was… amazing…” Hannah managed to utter out as the redhead turned back to her with a smile on her face.

“Thanks, I guess.” Amanda awkwardly scratched the back of her neck. “Are you ok?”

Hannah smiled but was confused on the inside. Why did Amanda O’Neill of all people want to step up and protect her?

“I’m fine but seriously, how did you do that?” she curiously asked.

Amanda flashed a proud grin.

“I simply just don’t take shit from sexist assholes like that. They mess with me or my friends and they won’t like what they get.”

Hannah was even more confused. Was Amanda referring to her as a friend?

“You see me as a friend?” she asked

“I guess so”

They both smiled. Though they may not have been too familiar with each other, they both had a feeling that this usually long and hard month was going to be more bearable with each other.

Hannah didn’t know why Amanda suddenly wanted to protect her but damn, did she want to learn how to intimidate like that.

Amanda, on the other hand, was amazed by the myriad of knowledge of gaming history she had. Though she may have done heaps of research through magazines and websites, Amanda didn’t know all too much about consoles that were reasonably obscure whereas Hannah knew all about them since her father was always bringing them home to her as a kid. She had no idea why she suddenly had the urge to protect Hannah but all she knew was that she felt like it was her duty to do so. Surely there was a good reason behind why she felt like that.

“Welp, I guess we’re gonna be stuck together for the next month” Amanda gave a mischief filled smile.

This could either be the best or the worst month of my life. Hannah mused to herself as sighed.

Amanda just kept grinning, she didn’t know why she wanted to protect Hannah like that but it felt nice knowing that she was safe.

“Please don’t make me regret this, O’Neill,” Hannah rolled her eyes up.

The two of them didn’t know why they suddenly felt fine in each other’s company but maybe, just maybe, there was something more going on...

#hamandaweek2020 #hamanda #lwa

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nev3rfound · 5 years ago

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mr shy guy : p.p

brief summary: being tony’s daughter means that the avengers love you. how could they not? but out of everyone, peter is rather shy to admit it literally.

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Everyone loved you, how could they not? You were Tony’s daughter, the Junior Stark that had the same amount of wit and charm that your father has. Yet, amongst everyone who did love you, there was one person who was nervous to admit so.

Ever since Tony had introduced Peter to you, he had been a mumbling mess around you. What made it worse is that a lot of the Avengers witnessed it first hand and those who didn’t refuse to let Peter live the event down.

It wasn’t just your beauty that enticed Peter, but your manner as a whole. You were caring towards others, but quick to retort if provoked. You were funny, and sometimes you weren’t even aware you were telling a joke until laughter followed shortly after.

Somedays, you were just working in the lab unaware of company. During those moments, Peter felt rude to disturb you whilst you had some time alone. But then he’d regret walking away as the sound of Sam interrupting you filled you with joy as you conversed with him, not Peter.

Other times, you would be figuring out the pieces of technology required to fix your Dad’s suit or help Bucky with his arm. You took the time to help those who needed it, and you even sat Peter down to go through the upgrades you and Tony installed.

Peter listened as you explained with such knowledge and excitement about the improvements made to his suit. He could see you were eager for him to test it out, ensure he approved. And when Peter put it to the test, he was amazed at how such small differences truly made a difference.

“Bye May!” Peter yells through the apartment as he stuffs his suit into his backpack, knowing he was running late for the meeting that Tony told him repeatedly not to be late for.

May turns her head from her newspaper, only to hear the front door slam before she had the opportunity to say bye. “See you later then, Peter.” She mumbles, returning her attention back to the latest headline about a kidnapper in the upper west side of the city.

Making it into the building, Peter was panting heavily. He tried to swallow the needed breaths he was taking as he checked his watch to see he had minutes to spare.

He made it to the lift and as it was rising, it stopped on the third floor. The doors opened and Peter had a smile on his face until the doors opened and you entered, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, Peter.” You say with a soft smile as you lean against the glass wall, flipping through your notes. “Glad to see you’re on time.” You chuckle softly, but all Peter can focus on is how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

“Yeah, I, I got lucky.” He manages to form a sentence to you and you lower your head, smiling to yourself before you tuck your hair back behind your ear. “How’s your, your day been?”

You look over, pleasantly surprised to see him still talking. Tilting your body, you face him fully now, and Peter mirrors your actions as you have ten more floors to go. “Busy,” You admit with a small huff. “Dad’s been having me sort a few things out for the next mission, deciding who is the best fit and all.” You explain, and Peter nods as he remains fully immersed with you as you continue to talk.

“Am I a possible contender?” He raises an eyebrow, deep down surprised about the sudden confidence boost.

A small laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head. “You’re funny, Peter.” You tell him. “I don’t think this is your mission I’m afraid. But maybe next time?” You suggest as the doors open and you both file out in silence as Peter keeps his head held low.

The meeting concludes after shy of two hours, and Peter can barely keep himself awake.

When Tony announces it is over, you’re the first to your feet and depart with your Dad, going over what needs to be done whilst everyone else turns to face Peter with smug smiles on their faces.

Peter lifts his head up, looking around in shock. “What? Do I have something on my face?” He questions, wiping his face before Natasha shakes her head. “Did I do something?”

Sam shuffles in his seat, glancing over to Bucky who wears a small smile, forgetting how truly difficult it is to flirt in the modern-day.

“You know, the clever thing about Stark’s tech is that he can install cameras literally anywhere,” Sam speaks up. “including the elevators.”

Peter’s eyes widen as realisation hits. Everyone in the room heard him talking to you, including his failed attempt at flirting.

Slowly but surely, his cheeks begin to heat up. “We get it kid, you like Y/n.” Steve states, feeling a Fatherly instinct towards the kid from Queens. “And you’re shy about tellin’ her, but the truth is she is easier to talk to than you’re making it out to be in your head.”

“She just, she’s so good and I’m just a kid from Queens who got lucky.” Peter says with a shrug of his shoulder as silence falls over the room.

Bucky rises to his feet and heads turn. “Kid, follow me.” Bucky says as he motions for Peter to follow which he does, leaving the room in a stunned silence that of everyone, Bucky is the one to give the kid a pep talk.

“I’ll be damned,” Sam says with a whistle. “Buckaroo’s still got it in him.”

Following behind Bucky, Peter remains nervous as to where he’ll be led. Yet, as Bucky pushes open a door it leads to a balcony. “Stark’s not installed camera’s on this side of the tower yet, so don’t worry ‘bout listeners.” Bucky states as his hands rest in his pockets.

“Why’d you bring me up here Mr Barnes, I, I mean Bucky.” Peter stumbles and Bucky rolls his eyes, wondering if he should’ve bothered in the first place now.

Moving closer to the ledge, Bucky looks out at the grounds. “You see, Peter. Y/n is more complex than you might think, but she does have a routine.” Bucky explains as Peter steps forward, looking over to see you sitting on a Motorbike. “She’ll drive out to a cafe, some old place that’s hidden away. But she likes privacy there.” As Bucky explains, you drive off toward the exit and turn out of sight.

“Why’re you telling me this?” Peter asks, looking up as Bucky sighs.

“Because everyone deserves a chance, kid.” Bucky tells him. “And we can all see you’re hopeless, so we gotta intervene if we can help it.” Leaning on the balcony, Bucky looks out as he hears the faint sounds of cars driving by, remembering when everything was once so much quieter. “A lot has changed since my day, still learning to adapt you know?”

Peter nods to Bucky, silently thanking him before he heads toward the door.

“Hey, Peter?” Bucky calls out and Peter pauses, turning on his heels. “Learn to not stumble over your words. Focus on her eyes and smile, it’ll help.” Bucky says with a nod before Peter departs, knowing he’s got a cafe to head to.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take Peter long to find the cafe. As Bucky had explained, it definitely was hidden away with the name being kept a secret as vines grow over the wooden block.

“Come on, Pete.” Peter mumbles to himself as he peers through the large windows, seeing you curled up in a large dusky pink armchair with a book and a tea in front of you.

He couldn’t help but let the smile on his face grow at the sight of how peaceful you were. He understood why you’d come here, it’s away from the rest of your life, there are no distractions, no obstacles or jobs to be completed.

An old lady opens the door, leaning against it as she raises an eyebrow to Peter. “You comin’ in from the cold or just staring at the place?” She questions and Peter stutters before following her in, knowing you would’ve witnessed that.

Trying to keep his cool, Peter orders himself a coffee and two slices of cake, having learnt which is your favourite from your birthday last month.

As he turns around, your book is resting on your lap and you focus on him with a small smile. “Let me guess,” You speak up as Peter holds the tray in his hands, trying to avoid spilling the content across the wooden floor. “Bucky told you ‘bout this place?”

Peter nods as you sit upright. “I got you a slice of cake, sorry I, I probably shouldn’t have come it’s your private spot and I am intruding,” Peter rambles as he places the tray down, looking over at the door as his best bet but you reach out, taking a hold of his hand.

“Pete, it’s okay.” You tell him genuinely. “Please, take a seat. I, I don’t mind the company.” You admit as your body warms up but soon cools down as his hand slips from yours. “So, what brings you ‘round here?”

“Felt like a change of scenery,” He states and you lean forward, already intrigued.

“Do tell me more, Spidey.” You say with a smile, and as Peter continues to talk the conversation flows with ease.

The longer you both sit together, the more Peter realises why everyone does love you as much as they do. Conversations are effortless, you want everyone to be engaged in the conversation they’re having. Peter can feel your focus on him, and that smile, his heart melts with it widens as you laugh.

Before you are both aware, the old lady who owns the shop is closing up for the evening. “Come on kids, I gotta close at some point.” She says and you both clean up and leave.

“I had no idea it got that late.” You say with a laugh. “You heading anywhere now?” You question, watching as Peter shakes his head. “I know a good spot, you good on bikes?”

“I’m great on bikes.” Peter lies as you give him your helmet before you take a seat and Peter nudges closely behind.

He faces a choice of either his hands around your waist or behind him, but before he can decide you start the bike and his hands instinctively rest around your waist. Unbeknownst to Peter, you can’t stop smiling at the thought.

As you reach the destination, Peter is clinging to you tightly. “Hey, Pete? You can let go.” You say softly and Peter clears his throat before standing up and looking around.

“Wow.” He states as he takes a step closer to the gates. “How’d you find this place?”

You rest your helmet in one hand before unlocking the gates, pushing them open as they creak with rust. “Dad used to bring Mom here.” You explain as you walk in together, looking around as the pond remains well kept. “I used to sit on these rocks over here, lie on them for hours reading in the summer. It’s a spot away from the city, it’s where I can fully unwind.” You tell Peter and he nods along, truly fascinated.

The pair of you settle on the rocks, sitting closely as the sky is filled with stars. “Have you ever been to space?” Peter speaks up, looking over as you shake your head.

Lying down on the rocks, you stare at the stars, but Peter can’t help but stare at you. “What’s it like?” You ask him, turning your head catching him.

Peter shuffles to lie beside you as he exhales deeply. “It’s a whole other world up there. Aliens, beautiful galaxies but like Earth, it’s filled with secrets and dangers.”

You chuckle at the thought. “Would you ever go back?” You turn your body to face him, and Peter mirrors your actions.

“Not unless I had to. I like it down here.” He says as you smile to him, focusing on his eyes. “Why’d you bring me here, Y/n?” Peter questions, watching as you remain almost too still for comfort.

“I wanted to get to know you better, Peter. Without everyone else watching or listening in.” You say quietly. “And, it’s nice having someone my age around, you’re easy to talk to and that’s what I like about you.” You tell him, unaware those words left your lips until you see his eyes widen.

“You like me?” He raises an eyebrow, watching as like your Dad, you hold your ground.

“Yeah,” You respond, shuffling closer. “that alright with you?”

Peter closes the distance between you, kissing you softly before pulling away. “Perfectly fine by me.”

t a g l i s t (thank you for the support!)

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moondustaeil · 5 years ago

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secret taste, jjh

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ⋅ secret taste

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ chapter 1

⠀ about

⋅ genre : non-idol au. mainly romance + smut (additionally : fluff , angst)

⋅ characters : Jung Jaehyun x reader (other nct members)

⋅ word of warning : a whole bunch of sexual themes , cursing , idk

⋅ word count : 1.6k (short I know, but I’m working on another fic too -get excited!!- , chapter 2 will be longer)

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⠀ summary

⋅ to provide creative content on a YouTube channel, Jung Jaehyun and y/n are invited together with a bunch of other strangers to test out objects. Unlike the useless gadgets you can buy on the home-shopping channel, they are given the opportunity to test out the most sensual lifestyle products together.

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⠀ chapters

⋅ intro , chapter 1 (you’re here)

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Kink test: What’s your BDSM role?

‘Are you a master, dom? A slave, sub? Here’s a quick kink quiz with 15 questions that tests out your BDSM roles. It’s just for fun, you know yourself best.’

You looked at the starting page of the website for another few seconds, your eyes scanning the words once again to make sure you didn’t read any of them wrong. But even after reading it nearly three times, the words were still the same. Inexperienced or not, it wasn’t hard to understand the difference between dom and sub, and nearly the entire world understood what the word kink meant.

Apparently, Jaehyun was on the same website as you were, judging by the startled response he suddenly gave. Probably a normal response seeing the situation people had thrown you in without clear explanation. You could hear a couple of clicks coming from his side, indicating that he had started the test and was already answering questions, or that he closed the tab in case he didn’t want to be involved in things like this.

Without thinking more about it, you moved the cursor to start and gave it a silent click, feeling embarrassed to let people hear how you were going to do this. Expectations were something you didn’t have with this sort of test. After all the intro mentioned that the test was made just for fun, so the outcome probably wouldn’t be trustworthy even if you answered the questions honestly.

The test started off with a rather innocent question, soft and innocent in its own sinful way, asking you what you would like the most out of the four possible answers it gave you. The options were sexually tinted, but vague enough to give you hope that all of the questions would be like this. But when after answering, it directed you to the second one, you widened your eyes a little bit, eyes shifting to Jaehyun to see what kind of facial expression he had while doing the test. Jaehyun seemed focused, no segment of shock or surprise on his face which made you suspect that instead of doing the test, he was playing games, or he was too kinky to be bothered by any of the stated options.

“Just go with the vaguest answer” Jaehyun whispered over to you when you least expected him to speak up, he had seemed so immersed in whatever he was doing. Your secretive looks weren’t that much of a secret after all. You hummed in response, unable to find a proper answer. It was awkward to sit there, both of you next to each other while taking a BDSM test. Luckily the cameras weren’t capturing this, otherwise, the whole world would have ended up seeing your half-shocked, half-embarrassed state.

With each new question that you had to answer, you glanced at your partner. Presuming he would chime in again to give you advice about how to answer or maybe give you judging eyes, judging eyes without knowing what your answers were.

“This would so be you, question six: I scare other people when…” Jaehyun started, trying to hold in a small laugh as he looked over at you and already imagined which one you’d pick out of the four options. He started to read them out loud, three of them being about sex aside from the second one. After reading out the different options, he repeated the second one. “I jump out and say boo” he said, this time the small chuckle leaving his lips. You gave no reaction. As much as you thought Jaehyun didn’t know you well enough to judge the answer you would give, he was right when he said that. You kept in your mind, that once you were at question six, to choose one of the other options to prove Jaehyun wrong.

After the little teasing comment, it was Jaehyun who stole the glances you usually would give him. Glancing with his eyes towards you, in a non-judging way, neither in a comical way, it was as like he was trying to read you. Read you, your thoughts but also your answers. Luckily the answers of the test weren’t able to be found on your face, but the embarrassment was. He enjoyed the sight of you like that, a little bit flustered, a whole lot awkward and weirded out.

The rest of the questionnaire was filled in, not a word being spoken between you two. After sharing some more glances through the latter half of the quiz, they stopped when the end was nearing even if the questions were getting less detailed. The awkwardness just wouldn’t leave the room, inwardly you cursed and wished you had never taken this unknown opportunity.

“kinkster”

When you suddenly heard some word being mumbled from Jaehyun, you looked up at him, forgetting about your own test results to look at him. You thought you had heard what he said, but then again you weren’t sure if you had, maybe by now your mind was just making you have your final verdict over him a little too fast.

Jaehyun was an attractive man, his looks were to melt for, his personality so far seemed to leave a good impression. And you were positive he would have girls lining up just to have a conversation with him. Your mind had classified him as someone who didn’t have a lover, but simply enjoyed a pleasing onetime rendezvous in his bedroom with some random person. In the end, you knew that you couldn’t judge whatever he was, couldn’t judge by looks and if you would then you would get mixed up. His different aspects made a one-word label hard to paste, so labelless it would be for now.

The laptops were taken away from you without any result explanation, they just claimed they had needed the information for future purposes and to see how you and Jaehyun would function as partners. It had been all you two had to come in for today, it was almost as if the staff was satisfied when they sent you two separate ways to home again. They didn’t care they left you two confused like that.

“See you next time” Was all that Jaehyun said as the two of you parted ways outside the building, the way outside had been quiet aside from agreeing on how confusing it was that they made you take the test. Luckily the conversation didn’t go any deeper in on the test than that, you weren’t ready for yet another awkward moment. You gave him a small wave as he was the one to drive off first, instead of waving back, he just flashed you a genuine smile with the usual set of dimples on each side of his cheeks.

That night at your home, curiosity took over. The first few hours you had tried to distract yourself by making yourself food, taking a shower, changing into comfortable clothes. But as it grew later, so grew your desire to know about kinks, about sexual things that never rang a bell to you before.

It was time to spend some time on the internet. Not to be a stalker and search for things like Jaehyun’s social media, but instead doing some research about things that you read in the BDSM test. Your internet history had started out pretty soft, but as time went by, the dirty things were on top of the list.

the last hour

⋅ pornhub

⋅ bondage

⋅ masochism

⋅ breeding kink

⋅ impact play

⋅ pet play

today

⋅ dirty talk

⋅ sexual roleplay

⋅ edging

⋅ dom sub relationship

⠀

You had no idea how you had honestly had been able to stay on the internet for roughly three hours, only researching sexual things instead of social media or random things you would usually occupy yourself with. Even more confusing was that you had ended up on a website that everyone knew, pornhub. You didn’t know how you and many others knew the website without even watching its content. But tonight it had sparked your interest, especially after researching those things and sometimes reading about what the kinks consisted of.

Once you ended up on pornhub, you were greeted by the black display, orange detailing and along with that, many thumbnails revealing sexual images. The titles just as sinful as the thumbnails, how could someone in one short title explain the entire video? Your cursor hovered over one of the titles as you were reading it but accidentally you moved your hand, and instead of a still thumbnail, it was a small preview of what you’d see if you actually clicked.

“your cock belongs inside me” You murmured instead of repeating the words in your head like you had planned to. You had to be quiet, you didn’t want anyone to catch you in the act of looking things up. Your eyes skimmed over the girl in the burgundy red bralette who was riding a guy, barely one second later, the girl was naked, her pierced boobs getting groped and by the way they moved, things had seemingly gotten heated real quick. “Oh shit” you said and quickly moved the mouse from the thumbnail, sighing in relief once the fragment turned into the still image again.

678k views, 80% of green thumbs or likes, whatever they might be. But not from you, you were done with the unholy part of the internet for today. Without closing the tabs, you shortly pressed the off button for your laptop to go in standby mode. You placed the laptop next to you, to occupy the empty space in bed next to you and then laid down, your eyes closing. It took a lot to forget about the things you had read and seen and even when you were falling asleep, all that you thought about were those things.

This was going to be interesting.

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amnachil · 4 years ago

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 3

Wow, sorry for the lack of uptade. Work kept me busy... Anyway, here’s the next part!

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Tuesday March 19

He moaned with pleasure. Gabriel's tongue had soothing effects. The man was gifted. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey groaned again. He shivered and his hands grabbed the other dude's head. A slow but warm licking made him twitch. He came shortly after. This is what I call a fellatio. Gabriel was defintely very talented. When this later raised his head, the junior blinked. For a dreadful moment, he pictured Liam at his place, eyes full of lust and mouth ready to suck his cock. Oh for the seven hells. That was something he could only dream of.

"So about your prey." whispered Gabriel.

It caught Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's full attention. Right, I asked him to come because I hope he has intel. He's the official whore of the campus after all.

"Many hunters are on the move." he explained. "A 5000$ bounty is not something you see everyday."

Gabriel stood up and smiled. He was a very average dude but damn, his lips were made to suck dicks. Anyway, the Dean's grandson already knew that crap. He needed names.

"Nobody knows who is behind this but the community thinks it's someone important." continued the lad. "Some of them even think it's you."

"Is a load of shit from a bunch of retards the only thing you found out ?"

"Nah man. Even if we don't know the culprit, we know he used the community's local website to distribute his hunting party. Besides, he already proved he must be taken seriously : he created a forum to share pics and intel about the prey. Anyone who release news earns money. So a hunter has two choices : either go for the 5000$ bounty, either find some intels and sell them to the community. You told me you had someone investigating on this ?"

"Yes I have a girl who know her stuff around computers working on this."

The more he learnt about this whole story, the more Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wanted to break some bones. How the hell a fucking asshole dared have a price put on his boyfriend's head ?

"Anyway." continued Gabriel. "As for the hunters themselves... I know for sure that Lucy Lopez tried to approach the prey. Also, the newbie Sophia Jacobs is on the move."

These two bitches. Once I'm done with them, they will go back crying in their mother's pussies. Fuck them both. Lucy used her natural charms to hunt so she won't be much of a problem. The baboon wouldn't fall for such an easy trick. But Sophia... She was way more subtle. I'll teach her a lesson soon enough...

Sadly, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had a more important matter to attend to. And no, it wasn't the baboon. I'm not that addicted to him anyway ! He would rather cut his own dick than admitting he missed Liam Strucker. He arrived to his flat a little past noon. Of course they were already here : his great father, his mother and his sister. Fuck this. I don't have time for family. He intented to do this quick and then, Sophia would learn what a dick in her pussy could do.

"There he is !" shouted joyfully Ms. Carrey. "My little gummy bunny !"

If only dying of embarrassment was possible. She trapped him in her arms before he could even react.

"Oh I missed you so much !" she yelled even louder. "Come here."

I'm sure she's breaking my ribs. His big sister Kristen Sylvia smiled.

"You're late gummy bunny." she said. "We're supposed to meet for lunch."

"Everything is already cooked." he replied. "All we have to do is go inside once mom stops crushing me."

It made them laugh. Damn he hated these family reunion. Thanks god his father wasn't here. They quickly visited his place. His mother commented everything. Even the closet full of condom that he had forgot to hide. Fuck that.

"I'm happy to see you're protecting yourself gummy bunny." she said while his sister burst into laughters. "But don't you think you've a little too much ?"

His grandfather gave him a dirty look that Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey returned. I was too busy with the bounty mess to care.

"By the way my precious gummy bunny !" shouted suddenly Ms. Carrey. "Don't think I haven't noticed how chubbier you are. Going a little soft my baby ?"

The junior grunted. She was so... so... he didn't know how to qualify her.

"Wait a second." she continued, not very concerned by his pride as a man. "Condoms, a little weight gain... Does that mean you have finally met someone ?!"

Oh no no no. No ! Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey recognised that glint in her eyes. He gulped when she shrieked loud enough to be heard by the whole college. His grandfather and his sister covered their ears promptly. The scream lasted for an eternity. Now he was pretty sure to be deaf for the rest of his life.

"I want to meet her." his mother said.

"Him." he corrected, frankly pissed.

At this point, he knew he had no choice but to comply. She would never let it go. He inherited her stubbornness after all.

"Him ? It's a him ?!" she exclaimed. "Oh this is the best day of my life ! My little gummy bunny finally got a man ! And they've an healthy sex live ! Hey old man, do you hear that ? He has a boy and they fuck !"

His great father pulled a face. After all these years, he wasn't fully used to his daughter in law's eccentricity. And he probably wasn't totally convinced by this boyfriend's thing, since he knew his grandson's reputation. This later was red as a tomato. He never actually fucked with the baboon but the idea... The idea made him hard as a rock and flustered like a teenage girl hit by pheromones.

"Tomorow. Diner." Ms. Carrey concluded. "And that's my final word."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was so horny, pissed and embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. So he nodded. We're doomed. The only rationnal thought he managed to come with was that Sophia was about to live the best night of her pathetic existence...

He decided to call the baboon late in the evening, once he was finally at peace in his bedroom. His mother and sister had been constantly babbling about his boyfriend. Damn he was so tired of them. And it has only been one day... Well, at least Sophia wouldn't be a problem anymore. The girl would take at least a month to recover from their time together.

"Hello ?"

The baboon's voice sounded close to a whisper. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey glanced at his clock. 11 pm. Damn I woke him up.

"Baboon big news. Tomorow, you and I will have diner with my mother and my sister."

A long blank followed. Was it because Liam was shocked or only because his slow brain was still processing, no one could tell.

"Okay." he eventually said. "Can I go back to sleep now ?"

"Sure."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wasn't sure the message had been understood. But he had done his part.

Liam Wednesday March 20

"That won't do." he complained. "It's terrible."

Behind him, Nate whined. He rolled on the bed like a bored pet.

"I'm sorry but there is no way I wear this."

Nick chuckled when the shortest lad mimiced the act of strangulation. I'm glad to see he's taking it this way. Liam's bestfriend had been very moody these past few days, but he was seriously improving. He started to smile more naturally again, and to speak with them voluntary. Nick and him called that the Archibald phenomenon. (But Liam still had a weird feeling about this man). (He just didn't know why.).

"Maybe try your pink shirt with your blue jeans ?" suggested Colton.

The chestnut lad nodded. He needed to find a good outfit for tonight's diner. When Dami had called yesterday, he hadn't listened because he genuinely needed to sleep. (Who doesn't sleep at 11 pm ?!). (Only the geek brotherhood which Nick belonged to, criminals and super heroes like Dami he guessed.). But on the late morning, when his boyfriend recalled him they had a family diner, he paniced. He wasn't ready for this ! They weren't even dating for that long ! Lost in his thought, he reversed the buttons of his shirt and had to do it again. His friends repressed their laughs while he struggled to do it right. He looked at his reflection and pouted. The shirt was supposed to be loose but it was tight-skin. It showed his strongs arms pretty well... And his soft middlesection too. The slight curve of his belly pleased him. The jeans were snug, obviously. He could already forget the idea to wear a belt.

"You look nice." complimented Colton.

Not to be pessimistic but half-teddy bear like you can't be objective. I'm sure everything looks nice to you. Liam sighed. The zipper was digging in his squishy tummy. His ass looked too meaty. Dami's mother would take him for a child who didn't know how to dress properly.

"That's terrible." he confessed. "I look awful."

"Dude you shouldn't think like that." intervened Nick. "Self-depreciation doesn't suit you at all. You're tall, brawny as fuck and sweet like an angel..."

"Angel ain't that sweet, trust me." he retorted very seriously. (Because yes he had heard things about them.) (Bad things).

"Okay maybe you're also a little stupid." mumbled his roommate before Nate punched him in the gut.

"I think you guys don't understand." Liam explained. "When we went to meet my father, Dami wore a classy suit. He was so... so handsome. And look at me. I'm just your regular kid who try to act all grown up... "

To be clear, the chestnut lad didn't hate his body or anything like that but... He doesn't feel very confident with himself. (When you grow up with a mutant like Raphaël for comparison, it is common sense to accept yourself for what you were, or you would end up in depression.). (So Liam knew he wasn't ugly, but he didn't trust himself for all that.).

"You're a amazing dude who doesn't realise how attractive he can be." replied Nate. "Liam, would you trust me if I tell you there is nothing to worry about ? You're great in any clothes you wear, and I'm sure Damian think the same."

The others nodded in unison. Liam smiled timidely. He had very good friends even for dressing stuff. (Yeah it wasn't very manly for a bunch of young men to speak about clothes but who care ?).

The little confidence he had managed to build up shattered when he faced Dami, his sister and his mother. His boyfriend introduced them as Kristen and Laurelia Carrey. The first one looked nice, and she quickly put him at ease. But Dami's mother... It took only one second for Liam to realise she was a magical being. Her eyes were shining with pure joy. Her smile irradiated the surroundings like the sun itself.

"Oh my oh my !" she shouted. "My little gummy bunny is dating such a vision ! Come inside ! C'mon !"

As they all followed her, Dami grabbed Liam's hand.

"You never heard this nickname." he whispered to his ear. "You'll never use it or I swear to god you won't live another day."

The chesnut lad smiled stupidly. I don't really heard what she said to be honest. I'm way too stressed. They sat around the table and began to eat. Honestly, Liam didn't have much to do. Ms. Carrey talked, talked and continued to talk. She never seemed to stop. He could tell Dami was getting pissed, but no one dared interrupt her. (Well, since Dami had cooked the diner, Liam was too busy enjoying his plate to really listen). He focused back on her chattering when he finished his food.

"And it remind me how much of a prude boy Dami was in highschool." she was relating. "I'm pretty sure it's you Liam dear who did all the first steps. Otherwise, he would have never been deflowered."

Maybe I shouldn't have listen. The freshman could feel his cheeks redden. It was very hot in here. He glanced at Dami, who was chocking on his food. His sister Kristen chuckled.

"You must be very talented if he needs a full closet of condoms." Ms. Carrey continued, failing to take note of the atmosphere. "Oh my, a hottie like you can only be fully equipped if you know what I mean ?"

What was she talking about now ? Fully equipped ? He didn't understood what she meant at all, but Dami was now blushing as hell. He looked so flustered, it made Liam twitch. He felt pins and needles around his crotch. Oh. Now I get it. His boyfriend's mother was a goddess of love. It explained his succubus's tendancies.

"Mom I think you're embarrassing gummy bunny." intervened Kristen. "Let's talk about something less private okay ? So Liam, I don't remember your last name ? Someone cute like you must be famous around here right ?"

"Not really." he answered. "And it's Strucker."

Only when he finished, he noticed Dami's widening eyes. His boyfriend face-palmed. A blank followed. Suddenly, the women looked less friendly.

"Strucker as in Isaac Strucker ?" asked Ms. Carrey. "Dami you must be kidding me ?"

"Diner is over." grumbled the junior. "Baboon, I think you should leave fast."

Liam looked at him, perplexed. Then, he looked at his mother. Oh. She was like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding. He stood up quickly and followed his boyfriend.

"Sorry." this one mumbled. "But this isn't good. I'll try to calm her so I can't escort you back home."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." assured the younger. "But what's the deal ?"

"I told you, my father and your ain't friends. Just go fast."

A scary scream made him obey promptly. The goddess of love wasn't happy at all.

He was almost home when he ran into the witch. She was waiting right in front of his building, blocking the way. Liam hid in the nearest bush as fast as possible. Damn. I think it's because the goddess is angry. What were his options ? What could he do ?

"I'm speaking to you man."

Surprised, he fell on his behind when he realised the witch was right here ! Oh no, I havn't been careful ! He made a little pray for the unicorns.

"Are you hurt ?" she asked.

Graciously, almost tenderly, she sat next to him. She put her hands on his chest and back with a wide smile. He could smell her poisonous aura. She was gonna eat him or something.

"I'm Lucy by the way." she whispered. "Nice to finally meet you."

She tried to strangle him, (or at least he thought) but he suddenly pulled himself out.

"You won't get me !" he yelled.

He managed to run to the corridor before she even got up. Without a look for her, he climbed the stairs and went in his apartment. She's so scary. I need to be very careful from now on. At least he had escaped the witch once again.

Nicolas Friday March 22 – Saturday March 23

Nick was very proud to be a genius. He always had good ideas. Or at least, he liked to think so. But well, this plan to learn how to swim was the worst he had ever thought of. His fear of water was slowly fading but going to the pool had become a real torture.

"Hey there fatty !" someone claimed when he entered in the wide facility.

He heard Rebecca's loud laugh. I hate them. Some people went to talk to Colton, who arrived with him. How come they were so nice with his friend and yet so mean towards him ? Seriously, he had never done anything to them. Of course Colton tried to speak for him but it didn't work very well... Nick noticed Theo watching them from afar. The captain outlined a smile, but the raven-haired lad knew he wouldn't come nearer. This whole have-sex-with-a-hottie thing didn't end well. Not only the junior didn't want to teach him anymore, but Laura also got away from him. Nick's field of vision was suddenly obstructed by Rebecca.

"Are you sure you're doing any real exercise ?" she teased. "Because you look fatter than in my memories."

He clenched his fists but didn't answer. She isn't wrong, I gained some weight. Again. But she has no right to talk to me like that. He was so pissed at himself to have been friend with such an hateful girl.

"Anyway, I didn't come to talk with you about your fat gut." she continued. "Me and some friends are organizing a little party in my flat next tuesday. I wondered if you and Liam wanted to come since we're neighbour and all ?"

Nick grunted. Was it a joke ? She bullies me and then she invites me to a party ? I'm not stupid.

"Yeah big bad idea." he replied.

Her smile grew larger when Colton arrived. She was definitely planning something. He didn't like that.

"Hey Colton." she greeted him. "Would Liam and you like to come to a party next tuesday ? Nick already declined but I thought I would invite you too. After all, it's Liam and you I want to see."

"I can ask Liam." assured the lad.

Damn this dude. He's so nice, he can't say no... So they got trapped by his kindness, great. Colton probably didn't notice the evil's grin Rebecca made. For once, Nick had to agree with Liam : the dude was a living teddy bear.

* Imagenius is online *

< Imagenius : Sorry I'm late. >

< TheSavior : dw my day sucked alrdy. >

< Imagenius : I was talkin to my hnter friend. So i think i will become one too but there are conditions lol I want to know what this big hunt is abut >

< Abeautifulwomen : didn't know you were so serious abut it Ima ! So what do u hav 2 do ? >

< Imagenius : if i want to join the hunter community i must catch a prey. Meaning maybe i'll get laid this time ! It had been so long !! >

< TheSavior : you're so pathetic >

< Abeautifulwomen : +1 >

< Imagenius : whatever you say fellas :/. So my friend gonna help me cuz he is nice like that. I need to find a prey and that's it. Sav, your roommate isn't available ? >

< TheSavior : No. And you never saw his face, I only sent a pick of his butt ! And we ain't in the same college... >

< Imagenius : can't be sure we never met in real life lol >

< Abeautifulwomen : true that. Would be nice one day. We know eachother for years now. And i could prove to Ima i'm a girl once and for all. >

< Imagenius : won't believe it until i see it >

< TheSavior : Guys don't be nostalgic that's boring. Let's go play now. >

Nick knocked another beer back and belched loudly. That was a good meal. It was for this kind of night that he loved college. No parents to nag, no siblings to bother him. His console, food and beer, it was everything he needed. The squeaking of a door indicated him his peace was about to end. Indeed, Nate entered in the living room. He stared at the many emptied bags of crips and bottle of beer before he sat next to Nick. Nightmare again I guess.

"Wanna play ?" he asked.

His friend declined in silent. He had dark circle under the eyes, and a very bad look. But Nick knew better than asking him to talk. He changed a lot since he moved here. They had met in a summer camp like five years ago. At the time, Nate had been the most joyful boy Nick had ever seen. They had bonded easily. But nowadays, something had died in the shortest lad.

"You can take a beer or some food if you want." Nick offered. "I always take too much, which is the main reason why I'm fat now."

"Sorry, I'm not hungry." replied curtly Nate.

Silence followed. The raven-haired lad focused on his game. It was a difficult level and his partners weren't that good.

"You're very calm for a gamer." commented his friend after a while.

"I'm not always like this tho." laughed Nick. "I just feel bloated so I'm chillin' you know ? Otherwise, I'm kinda bossy when I play. I like to give orders to my virtuals friends."

Nate nodded and went quiet again. He just watched the screen, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Okay. Nick didn't say anything either. Not that he was asocial but he was focusing on his game. He still snacked though. Chewing something helped to concentrate.

"I hear the laughters and the teasing every night." eventually whispered Nate. "I don't always distringuish who say what, but this is very disturbing. And it remind me the pain I felt."

The geek frowned. Pain ? Laughs ? He didn't answer, because he didn't know what to say.

"Archie keeps telling me it's not my fault but... Well most of the time I believe him but sometimes, when I'm alone, I can't help but think I deserved it. Because I always acted so foolish and all, you know ?"

"It". What is "it" ? Nick missed the main target in the game. Slowly, he dropped his joystick.

"I mean, I'm a grown man." continued Nate, still looking at the screen. "It's not supposed to happen to grown man is it ? I think I'm weak. Yeah, I'm a shit who doesn't deserve any kindness. I swear, sometimes I wonder why Archie helps a wreck like me ? He didn't talk much about his own... experience."

So Nate had been beaten and he felt guilty for it ? Nah, I don't think this is it. Bullying could be very difficult to handle, but it didn't look like that. Something happened during this night. He arrived here feeling less than human, hurt and afraid. He experienced something only Archie could truly help with. Something he doesn't want Liam to know.

"I think I'll go back to sleep." whispered Nate. "I'm just talking nonsense."

"Wait. Buddy listen." stated Nick. "I don't know if it's my place to tell or if this is appropriate but... You shouldn't look so down at yourself. You deserve kindness because you're kind with the others and you always had been there for people, especially Liam. So... don't hate yourself okay ?"

"Cant' help it." smiled sadly his friend. "She made sure of it when she played with my body like a toy."

And he left just like that. Nick didn't keep him. He looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. I think I understand what this mysterious "she" did... But for once, I don't want to be right. I really don't want.

To be continued

Well, this is no surprise, but Damian’s family is a crazy bunch :D And they don’t seem very fond of the Strucker.

I think, with this last conversation, what happened to Nate becomes pretty clear... The poor lad lived a horrible experience. I’ll put a TW for the parts which explicitly refer to these events.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #relationship weight gain #family #Nate needs help #Nate is a victim #Drama #Chapter 4 #Part 3

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itisyay · 5 years ago

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Kobe.

I used to be a huge NBA fan, before I moved to the Bay Area and got consumed by hockey. I was a fan of Magic and Kareem, of Jordan and Pippen, of Robinson and Duncan. I guess I was old school. I was never a Kobe fan. In fact I stopped being a Lakers fan when he and Shaq joined the team. To me they didn’t represent what the Lakers were about. They were arrogant and didn’t seem to care about tradition. And the NBA couldn’t promote them enough. It was too much, and from his first day in the league I knew he wasn’t for me. That didn’t stop me from acknowledging what an incredible player he was - Shaq, too. In fact, it was infuriating how good he was. Clearly he was exactly what the Lakers needed. What did I know?

Fast forward to today - January 26, 2020.

I was at work when I heard the news. My mom called and asked if I’d heard about the helicopter crash. I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about and then she said it. “Kobe Bryant was killed.” I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it. While I talked to her I went to the CNN and ESPN websites and there it was. As big as life. Kobe Bryant Dead at 41. I saw that I had a couple of texts from a friend about the tragedy, and then another came in. We were all in some sort of shock. And then the rumors came about his kids being on the helicopter as well. Unfortunately, as we all soon learned, those were partially true as his 13-year old daughter also died along with seven other people, although at that time the total was five. I felt sick.

And then I opened Twitter. And the stunned tweets were pouring in from fans, teammates, coaches, other athletes, celebrities...everyone was in shock. It didn’t seem real. I got lost in the tributes and memories for a bit then forced myself to get back to work. But after a couple of hours I realized I was struggling to focus so I packed things up and came home where I read more and shed a few tears for this person I never knew. I decided to watch a movie to focus on something else but realized quickly that my choice - a movie I thought was a comedy - was primarily about the relationship between a father and his daughter. So that wasn’t all that helpful of a distraction.

I turned on the Grammys, wondering what sort of tribute they might do since the ceremony was being held in Staples Center, otherwise known as The House that Kobe Built. And while Lizzo dedicated her incredible opening number and the night to Kobe, it was Alicia Keys and Boyz II Men that absolutely destroyed me.

Alicia was subdued when she took the stage as host and talked about what we were all feeling, the overwhelming sadness, the irony of being in the middle of the Staples Center...and then they showed Kobe’s jerseys hanging in the rafters with spotlights shining on them...and she started to sing It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday...and then Boyz II Men joined her...and I was a weeping mess. I watched a little while longer than left the house to find other ways to distract myself.

I’m still not clear why this is hitting me so hard. Like I said, I wasn’t a fan. I didn't really pay much attention to Kobe but I was obviously aware of him. I just saw him on Ellen and on the Kelly Clarkson show. He just gave praise to LeBron for moving past one of his records. He was just here. And now he’s gone. And so is his daughter. And so are several others. But he’s the face of this tragedy because of who he was. I can’t even imagine what those of you that were his fans are feeling, much less those of you who truly knew him as a person. I am heartsick for his wife and their other daughters and for the families of the others lost.

As I was wandering around Barnes & Noble I realized that losing a celebrity of his stature affects us because even those of us who weren’t fans felt like we knew him. Kobe was everywhere during his career. He was in every conversation about basketball and a lot of them about sports in general. It was impossible not to feel like you knew at least a little bit about him. When he retired he was in every conversation about the best athletes of all time. He will forever be in those conversations. At the end of the day he seemed to be a genuinely good person and was doing some incredible things in his community. He was coaching and helping others, and he was clearly a great father. Of the people who knew him that have posted something today, they’ve all talked about how much they’ll miss the conversations, how much they’ll miss talking about their kids, how much they’ll miss him.

Life is short.

Don’t take it for granted.

Have the dessert.

Stay up late.

Sleep in.

Buy the shoes.

Go on the trip.

See the show.

Tell them you love them.

Hold on a little tighter.

Live.

Love.

Laugh.

Rest In Peace, Kobe. Rest In Peace, Gigi. Rest In Peace, Coach Altobelli. Rest In Peace, Coach Mauser. Rest In Peace, those we don’t have names for. Love to the families and friends left behind wondering what to do next. Love to everyone hurting tonight.

#kobe #life #live

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whimsicalworldofme · 6 years ago

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An Awkward Thanksgiving

Ok, I apologize for the length. This one is over 5k. I just love this part so much. It was one of the best but most awkward weekends of my life. And frankly, there was no good way to cut this down. I didn’t want to leave anything out.

No trigger/content warnings. It’s pretty much cute fluffy fluff.

“Were you able to find a ride home?”

Michael and I were once again video chatting between Holland and Hillsdale. In the few days since I’d returned home from my visit over fall break, he’d been cast in another show, a musical version of C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia. He’d gotten the part of Mr. Tumnus, which really couldn’t have been more fitting for him. And it was a bigger role than the one he’d had in Dracula, so I knew he felt so much pride, which was why he wanted me there. I wanted to be there for him too but it was a time crunch and I didn’t have money for the bus. I’d been perusing a message board on my school’s website that students used to find free rides with others going their way.

“Well I found someone who was supposed to be going that way,” I started.

“Supposed to be?” Michael frowned, knowing that the news wasn’t good.

“Well he was going to be heading towards Hillsdale that weekend and he offered me a ride,” I explained. “But something came up and he can’t go anymore. He did offer to let me borrow his car though.”

“He offered to let you borrow his car?” He raised a brow, his face showing his obvious difficulty in processing that statement.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea, what with the insurance risk and everything.”

“Wait, wait-” Michael cut me off, something weird passing over his face, something I hadn’t seen before. “Does this guy like you?”

I couldn’t help but laugh in my shock over his outrageous jealousy. Despite having concluded that he needed to break up with Ashley, Michael still hadn’t pulled the trigger on it. He felt like if he gave up on the relationship, it would be admitting he’d failed to be a good boyfriend. Despite my explaining to him multiple times that that simply wasn’t true, he still clung to trying to “make it work” despite the fact that every day Ashley’s immaturity and lack of ability to communicate led him to more and more heartache.

“I sincerely doubt it,” I finally regained my composure. “I’ve never even met the guy.”

“Ok good,” he stated flatly, and I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be sad if you miss Narnia. But I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with. And if you’re not comfortable taking this guy’s car, I understand.”

“I’m so sorry I can’t be there, Michael,” I meant it. Missing his successes made me feel like a bad friend. He knew I would be there if I could.

“It’s ok,” he smiled faintly, still upset. “Do you want to hear my solo?” He pulled his book off his desk and held it up for me to see.

“Of course!” I lit up.

Michael had a good singing voice. Sometimes when he got carried away he’d go off key but when he was disciplined about it, he sang beautifully. Mr. Tumnus’ song, You Can’t Imagine, was perfectly in his register and he put so much soul and emotion into it. The song was Mr. Tumnus trying to explain to little Lucy Pevensie how beautiful Narnia had been back before the White Witch had put it under the spell of perpetual winter. He put so much emotion behind his words that I could picture everything clearly in my mind as though hat Narnia was a place I’d actually been to before. Three weeks later, I was wishing him luck on opening night. I saw the pictures from the Sauk’s official Facebook page and backstage shots from other friends who were in the play. I cried knowing I’d missed something so important. But in another week I’d be home.

It’s not the end of the world, I kept reminding myself.

“I’ll be home next Wednesday night,” I told him over video chat when I’d finally secured a ride for Thanksgiving break. “This guy Flip is going towards Hillsdale on his way home and he agreed to give me a lift in exchange for cookies and five bucks gas money.”

“Flip?” Michael’s brow quirked upward and he got that weird, pressed look again. “What the fuck kind of name is Flip?”

“Be nice,” I warned him. “You want me home, he was nice enough to give me a ride for cheap.”

“I don’t trust a guy who calls himself Flip,” he grumbled.

Shaking my head, I let loose a heavy sigh. Michael didn’t get possessive of me that often. He didn’t care that I had guy friends, like Colin and Steve. He was completely unbothered when I talked about working on partner projects with other guys in my classes. But for some reason he didn’t trust any guy who wanted to be nice to me for no apparent reason other than them just being a nice person. The strangest things set him off into a jealous funk.

“Hey, if you want to see me on Thanksgiving break, you’re just going to have to accept that there are other guys out there just as nice as you who want to help me get home.” He grunted and I decided it was time to change the subject. “Do you want to go bowling that night?

“Bowling sounds good,” he nodded, lightening up a little. He smirked, “You’re going down though.”

“Psh,” I scoffed. “I’ve been in a bowling class for the whole semester as my PE credit. I’ll wipe the floor with you.”

“You keep thinking that, Nubbins,” he laughed.

Nubbins was a pet name Michael had given me after noticing for the first time that I have what’s medically referred to as club thumbs. Whereas most people’s thumbs are long and finger like, mine are stumpy and round, and look a lot like my big toes. I’m the only one out of two children and four grandchildren who inherited them from my grandfather, so they had always been a point of pride, a unique quirk.

“They’re fucking Nubbins!” Michael had exclaimed in delight as he held my hand in both his, holding my thumb up to his eyes, scrutinizing every detail as he turned it this way and that. I could only laugh at his evident delight in my oddity. “They’re so tiny! Look at them!”

He’d dubbed me Lieutenant Nubbins from that day forward. I was never quite sure how the lieutenant bit of it had come into play, but Michael had an interest in all things military, so that was probably all there was to it. The nickname just stuck.

The trip down to Hillsdale with Flip was an enjoyable one. He was a good conversationalist which helped me and my social ineptitude.

“Are you excited to see your family?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Uh, not so much I’m more excited to see my…” I paused. I couldn’t really call Michael my boyfriend because the title wasn’t official, no matter how intimate we were. And friend seemed to casual. “My Michael. I don’t really have a way to describe him,” I chuckled nervously.”

“Oh, nice,” Flip grinned.

He asked me how Michael and I had met and listened to me gush about the last six months. It made me wish we’d had some classes together, because I imagined Flip was the kind of friend you’d want in your life, he just seemed so genuinely kind. We listened to classic rock and goofed off like we were putting on a show, munched on the chocolate chip cookies I’d made him as part of my payment for a ride, and just generally had fun celebrating our freedom from school. He dropped me off at my step-dad’s store and I waved goodbye as he pulled away. My mom had left her Suburban at the store for me the day before since she knew I’d made plans with Michael.

As soon as I’d given my step-dad a hug hello and filled him in about the trip down and the last few weeks of school, I pulled out my phone and texted Michael to make sure we were still on for bowling that night. A few minutes later, my phone started ringing.

“Hey, what’s up?” I answered, not even bothering to say hello since I could see it was him.

“So, I still want to go bowling,” Michael said in a slow, drawn out way which made my heart sink, thinking he was backing out. “But I’m in Coldwater. Tim needed me for something.”

“Oh,” I felt completely gutted. I was only going to be home for three days and I didn’t know when we’d be able to find the time to get together if not that night.

“So instead of bowling in Hillsdale tonight, can you come to Tim’s place and we’ll all go bowling in Coldwater instead?”

“Sure, I guess,” I agreed without hesitation. I wasn’t about to turn down any time with him, even if it meant having Tim tag along. I’d never spent much time with the guy, but I knew he was Michael’s absolute best friend. “Give me his address and I’ll head over now.”

Finding my way to Tim’s house turned out to be more difficult than anticipated. Without GPS I had to use a print out of Google maps directions. I’d never been to Coldwater and driving on dark, unfamiliar streets got me turned around.

“Hey, I’m lost,” I called Michael after spending ten minutes turning around and going back and forth trying to find the street to turn onto.

“Hold on, let me give you to Tim,” Michael passed the phone over and I heard a new voice.

“Hi Evie.”

“Hey Tim,” I chuckled. “Please help me.”

After a few minutes of trying to figure out what direction I was facing and convincing Tim to use landmarks instead of North and South and such, I finally managed to pull up to the gorgeous Victorian brick house, surrounded by a short black wrought iron fence. I knew that Tim’s dad was a judge but I didn’t realize judges did so well. It was like something out of my favorite American Girl series from when I was a kid. I parked the Suburban and went to the nearest door which Tim had assured me would be the one going into the kitchen. I knocked and could see through the window that his mom was cooking. Mrs. Wilder came to the door, wiping her hands on a tea towel and looking extremely confused.

“Sorry to interrupt you, but are you Mrs. Wilder? Is this the Wilder house?”

“Yes, it is,” she clearly hadn’t been warned that I was on my way over. “Are you looking for someone in particular?”

“Oh, right, sorry,” I struggled to find a way to explain myself. “Michael invited me over. I’m Eve,” I held my hand out in greeting and she shook it. “Sorry, I thought the boys had warned you I was coming.”

“Oh it’s fine,” Mrs. Wilder shrugged it off with a graciousness I don’t think I would’ve been able to maintain if a strange girl showed up at my door one evening like that. She ushered me inside and I saw that she had several pots and pans going on the stove, clearly cooking her family dinner. “The boys are down in the basement, just through there,” she pointed at a nearby door.

“Thank you,” I nodded and made my way downstairs to find Tim, Michael, and Tim’s younger brother Teddy all smushed together on a small couch playing Halo.

“Hey you guys couldn’t have warned your poor mother that I was coming?” I chuckled as I came into the room, making Tim and Michael turn their heads, which allowed Teddy to kill them both, laughing maniacally.

“Damn it, Teddy,” Michael turned his attention briefly back to the game. “Pause it.”

“Hey, Evie,” Tim greeted me with a smile, completely ignoring his little brother’s antics. “You didn’t have any other issues finding the place after we hung up, did you?”

“Nope, your directions were perfect, thanks, Tim,” I smiled.

Michael rolled his eyes, that same weird jealous expression darkening his face.

“I could’ve given you directions, Tim just knows the area better.” He unpaused the game and took the chance to get his revenge on Teddy, blowing up his character with a grenade.

“Hey, come on!” Teddy whined in protest.

“Well all that matters is that I’m here,” I said, dropping onto the couch and getting comfy. “Though your mom seems a bit shocked that a random girl showed up at her doorstep asking for Michael, so you might want to apologize for that, just saying.”

“I’ll go talk to her,” Tim nodded and popped right up. “Teddy, come with me. We’ll grab some snacks while we’re up there.”

“But-” Teddy pouted and pointed at the tv screen but Tim’s stern expression told him he didn’t have a choice. “Fine,” he huffed and paused the game, reluctantly getting up from his seat on the couch. “Are they gonna be making out when we get back,” we heard him ask Tim as they went upstairs. “Cause gross.”

“How was your ride down with Flip,” Michael asked with a cold tone, putting as much derision into Flip’s name as he could muster.

“It was nice,” I stated, giving him a stern glare. “He’s a nice guy. How’s Ashley?”

I knew it was a low blow but if was going to be petty and jealous over my simply associating with other guys he didn’t know, then I sure as hell wouldn’t let him forget the one thing that stood between me being his.

“Not fair,” he grumbled and turned the game back on, killing Teddy’s character again since it had respawned.

“Completely fair,” I insisted, gently taking the controller out of Michael’s hands and pausing the game before setting it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “As I told you before, Flip gave me a ride home because I paid him and he was going this way anyway. Why are you being like this?”

Michael just looked at me, his usually cheerful bright eyes mournful instead. He didn’t have to say anything. We both knew why he was acting that way. We sat in silence for a moment and I sighed. Leaning against him, I smiled softly and gave him a gentle nudge with my shoulder.

“I missed you,” I said quietly and watched as he finally smiled, going a little pink in the face.

“I missed you too, Evie,” he perked up and rested his head against mine.

“Hey, do you two want to stay for dinner?” Tim called down the stairs. “Cause it’s time to eat.”

“I don’t want to intrude,” I felt my eyes go wide with panic. This had not been part of the plan.

“It’s not intrusion,” Tim heard me and called down the steps. “Michael’s family. So you are too. Come on, we’re having meatballs.”

In the Wilder’s formal dining room, I still couldn’t wrap my head around how I’d gotten there. It was a gorgeous space with floor to ceiling windows and exposed beams in the ceiling, the whole space lit by an antique chandelier. The whole Wilder clan was there, Tim’s older brother and a friend of his, Tim, Teddy, me, Michael, and Mr. and Mrs. Wilder.

“So, Eve, how come we don’t see you around town?” Mrs. Wilder asked as she passed me a big bowl of salad.

“Evie is a senior at Hope in Holland,” Michael explained, smiling in pride at me and I blushed.

“Yeah, I’m just home on the holidays,” I explained.

“Hope is an excellent school,” Mr. Wilder nodded in approval. “What are you studying?”

“English and creative writing,” I smiled. “I know a lot of people don’t think it’s practical, but I want to be a college professor.”

“That’s an excellent ambition,” Mr. Wilder nodded again.

“Hey are you doing anything with Ashley this weekend?” Tim asked Michael, which set him off scowling and made Mr. and Mrs. Wilder look at each other in confusion.

“Who’s Ashley?” Mrs. Wilder asked.

I looked to Michael, waiting to see how he’d manage to explain this absolutely bizarre scenario to the people who had practically adopted him as one of their own sons. I waited with everyone else as Michael finished chewing the meatball he’d been eating, washed it down with some water, and opened his mouth to speak.

“Ashley’s his girlfriend,” Tim explained before he could get there.

Mr. and Mrs. Wilder looked at me, their thoughts obvious. They’d assumed that since I was there, having dinner with them, seeing how Michael treated me, talked about me, that I was his girlfriend. I wanted to say “yeah, I know” but that wouldn’t be very kind to Michael who was clearly struggling with the complicated nature of the situation.

“You’ve never mentioned Ashley,” Mrs. Wilder blinked, trying to figure out how to move the conversation in a positive direction.

I gave Michael a look and he dropped his gaze to his plate.

“Well we might not be dating much longer,” he mumbled.

Thankfully Mr. Wilder took control of the conversation, striking up a conversation with the boys about an upcoming football game for some team they all supported. Mrs. Wilder got up to start clearing dishes.

“Let me help,” I popped up and started grabbing things within my reach and followed her into the kitchen. “Sorry for crashing dinner unexpectedly.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” Mrs. Wilder smiled happily. “The boys are always pulling something or another. You don’t have to help with the dishes,” she insisted. “You guys should head out to the bowling alley. Have a good time.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Wilder,” I felt a little better knowing I hadn’t completely ruffled her.

Bowling went a little wild with the boys talking trash to each other and competing to see who could throw the ball the hardest down the lane. Michael kept distracting me when it was my turn up and I ended up ten points behind everyone else.

“Sorry if I crashed your guys night,” I told Tim when I wound up next to him after one of my frames and it was Michael’s turn to bowl.

“I didn’t know he’d made plans with you before today,” Tim shook his head to show it wasn’t a problem. “I had a minor emergency this afternoon and he came out here to help. If I’d known he was supposed to meet you in Hillsdale, I would’ve sent him home.”

“He’s pretty great about being there when it counts,” I couldn’t help but smile as I glanced in Michael’s direction. He was waiting for the pins to reset so he could bowl the second throw of that frame.

“Yeah he is,” Tim chuckled.

“And this is fun too,” I added. “Even if it’s not what I expected. It’s nice to get to know you.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Michael came back and wedged himself between us.

“Nothing important,” Tim said. “Looks like I won.” He smirked.

“By one point,” Michael pointed at the board.

Admitting defeat, we piled back into the Wilder’s car and headed back to their house and I thought for sure that would be the end of the night, which I dreaded. We had barely had any time together. Tim’s brothers all barreled out of the car as quick as they could once we came to a stop in the driveway. It had started sleeting and they were keen to get out of it. But Michael and Tim were going slower and I hung back with them.

“You want to show her the future man cave?” Tim looked to Michael who nodded.

“Yeah,” he grinned.

“Man cave?” I raised a brow, my interest piqued. The boys were letting me in on something that was special to just the two of them. It felt like another step in the right direction.

“It’s the room above the garage,” he explained as Tim pulled a folding ladder down from the ceiling, like one of those hatches you see in the ceiling of a house, leading to the attic.

I insisted that the boys go first since I hated heights and I definitely hated those rickety ladders. It wobbled and creaked as I climbed up, my knuckles white from clutching onto the raised edges so tightly. As soon as I got into the room, I scrambled as far away from the hatch as I could possibly get, dreading even looking at it. The thought of going back down those steps was making me sweat. The boys talked in detail about how they planned to insulate and finish the room and turn it into their ultimate gaming space, with couches and a mini-fridge. I tried to listen but my panicky brain wouldn’t shut up about the stupid hole in the floor.

“Hey, are you ok?” Tim asked, and I realized my fear must have been evident on my face.

Michael came over, a reassuring look in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He slipped his arm around my waist and drew me close to his side for protection.

“She’s scared of heights,” he explained to Tim who nodded.

“That hole in the floor is freaking me the fuck out,” I said.

With a smirk and a strength that I often forgot he had, Michael picked me up and carried me right to the edge of the hatch. I wailed in terror and clung to him, burying my head in his chest so I wouldn’t have to look down.

“Michael what are you doing?” I moved to tighten my grip.

“Showing you there’s nothing to be afraid of,” he insisted. We were right on the edge of the square hole and one misstep would’ve sent us both tumbling down.

“Please, Michael, stop,” I couldn’t even move. I just clung to him like a cat confronted with a bathtub full of water. “Please back me away from the hole and put me down.” I was too paralyzed with fear to do anything but plead.

“Michael you shouldn’t torment her like that,” Tim interjected.

Chuckling in good nature, Michael carried me away from the hole in the floor and set me back on my feet, cooing that I was ok, that it was fine. Once I found sure footing and had managed to pick my head up and look around, Michael pulled me tightly to his chest in a hug.

“Why are you so scared?” He asked in hushed tones, studying my face. “I would never let you fall. I would never let you fall, ever.”

“You’re horrible,” I insisted, hugging him back and laying my head on his chest. He laughed. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I’m going to head back in,” Tim excused himself, clearly understanding that we needed some time alone. “I’ll get the movie set up so it’s ready to go when you guys get inside.”

“Movie?” I hadn’t realized there would be more to the evening’s festivities.

“Yeah, we’re gonna watch The Expendables,” Michael shifted to wrap his arm around my shoulders and guided me gently back towards the dreaded hatch.

“Ok,” I stood there silently pondering how best to handle those steps. They were so narrow and steep, with no railing. Going up had been torture enough. Going down was worse because gravity seemed to be doubly against me. It didn’t help that Tim had shut off the garage light, leaving it completely dark downstairs with only a little light filtering in from the side porch of the house.

“You go first,” I insisted. “That way if I fall, I have something soft to land on.”

“I see how it is,” Michael snorted a laugh but obliged, heading down the steps with complete disregard for the fears I held in my mind. He waited at the bottom as I timidly took the first step, my back to the steps, facing forward. I figured if nothing else, I could make a slide of it, which might result in splinters up the ass, but no broken bones. “We’re going to miss the movie if you keep this up.”

“I’m scared, shut up,”

I scowled but was laughing too. I knew full well that I looked ridiculous. Once I made it halfway down, Michael reached up and offered me his hand for support, but I shook my head. I thought for sure if I let go, I would fall.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Michael wasn’t having my stubbornness. As soon as I got down one more step, he reached up and wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up and pulled me into him. I yelped and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tightly but he didn’t falter for a moment. It happened so quickly and soon I was standing on solid ground, pressed flush to Michael, our faces dangerously close. It gave me the same breathless feeling as that moment in Chicago when he’d tucked my hair behind my ear. Neither one of us moved, either to kiss or to part. We just stared into each other’s eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Why did you do that?” I finally asked, my arms still around his neck, his hands on my hips.

“You were moving too slowly.”

For someone who was in a hurry to get inside, he wasn’t moving from our current very precarious position.

“I only had three more steps,” I said after a few seconds and was met with a long pause.

“Hey are you two coming in to watch the movie or what?” Teddy called into the garage and I could just make out his outline in front of the garage door. “What are you two doing in there?”

“Coming Teddy,” Michael hollered out to him, still not budging. “Go tell Tim we’re on our way in.”

“Seriously though, I wasn’t taking that long,” I continued.

“I know,” Michael gave me a little pull closer to him. “We should probably go inside.”

“Yeah, well I’m just waiting on you,” I laughed. “You’re the one with his arms around me keeping me from going anywhere.”

“Right, let’s go.”

Michael seemed to snap out of whatever trance he’d been in, pushing out any thoughts he might have had about what might’ve happened next. He slung his arm around my shoulders as he often did, and led me back through the freezing rain and into the house.

Everyone had settled into the tv room already, taking up spots on the multiple couches in there and munching on popcorn. Michael and Tim disappeared for a moment and came back with drinks for everyone. They passed them around before Michael plopped onto the couch next to me, his arm going around my shoulders, which I have no doubt confused Mr. and Mrs. Wilder even further. The previews started and I snuggled closer to Michael, shivering from having been drenched in icy rain.

“Teddy,” Michael called over to the youngest Wilder who was seated next to a basket full of blankets. “Give me one of those blankets, will you?”

Teddy grabbed a thick fleece blanket and walked it over to us. Michael unfolded it and gently laid it over me, tucking the edges in under my sides to make sure I was nice and snug.

“Better?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the warmth and caring in those beautiful eyes.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Good,” he settled back down into the cushions before laying his head on my shoulder. The movie was pretty good. Michael knew I enjoyed a good action flick, especially when there were explosions. He’d already seen this one multiple times so I caught him spending most of the movie watching my face to see how I reacted. He seemed glad that I was actually enjoying something that he loved so much.

By the time the final credits rolled, Teddy was passed out on the floor and Mr. and Mrs. Wilder said their goodnights. Tim looked to be nodding off on the couch next to ours. Somehow throughout the course of the movie, Michael and I had ended up under the same blanket, his hand on my leg, my head on his shoulder.

“Are you going to be ok to drive home?” Michael’s tone held a heavy worry but I nodded.

“I’m not tired,” I assured him. “And the roads won’t have started to freeze over yet.”

“The Wilders won’t mind if you stay the night,” Michael insisted.

“I think the Wilders have had enough unexpected surprises for one weekend,” I laughed. “Plus tomorrow is Thanksgiving. And as much as I don’t get along with my family, I still enjoy being with them on the holidays.”

“Really though, the Wilders wouldn’t mind if you stayed the night and stayed for dinner tomorrow, right Tim?”

“Hmm, what?” Tim pulled himself out of his half asleep state. “No, Mom wouldn’t mind. She’s making a ton of food. You’re welcome to join us.”

“It’s very sweet of you to offer,” I smiled at each of the boys. “But I shouldn’t impose.” I shifted my focus fully to Michael. “We’ll find a time to get together again before I go back to school though, ok?”

“Ok,” Michael’s bright eyes were dimmed by sadness and I felt a pang of guilt. “I’ll come with you to get your stuff together and see you to the car.”

He trailed along behind me like a puppy as I wandered through the large house finding the things I’d set down over the course of the night, shoes, purse, coat, hat and gloves. I pulled on my winter things and slung my purse over my shoulder and noticed Michael staring at me, looking like he might cry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You really can’t stay?”

I smiled fondly at him, wishing he wouldn’t make saying goodbye so tough. He made my heart hurt, looking at me all forlorn and lovesick like that. I didn’t blame him for wanting more. I wanted more too. I would have loved to stay the night with him, to be part of his family traditions on Thanksgiving. But I had to put up boundaries while he was still dating Ashley. I had to take steps to protect my own heart. Even if doing so broke it.

“No, I can’t Michael. You know why I can’t,” I looked him square in the eye and saw that he understood my meaning clearly. Reaching for me, he pulled me in, holding me close and pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head. He rarely did that but the affection pouring out of that gesture wasn’t lost on me.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded.

“I have to. Please stop making this so hard on me. It’s going to make me cry.”

“Then don’t go,” he laughed but it was burdened with sadness.

“I have to go, Michael,” I gently pulled back from him and he let me go. “But we’ll get together either tomorrow after dinner or the next day, ok? I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” he grinned, echoing our many other exchanged promises.

“Good,” I smiled. “Walk me to the door?”

“Of course,” he gave me one last hug before I went. “Call me so I know you got home safe.”

I gave him one last, quick hug, and darted to my car, not willing to look back, knowing if I did I would definitely cry. The roads were miraculously clear, despite the freezing rain that had been falling for a couple of hours and I made it home safely. Changed into my pajamas and tucked into bed, I pulled out my cell phone, hoping it would work. It didn’t always get service in my parents house. But the call went through and it barely got through one full ring before I heard Michael’s voice.

“Hey Evie,” he sounded exhausted.

“Just letting you know I’m home safe and in bed in my jammies.”

“All right,” I could hear his smile. “Get some sleep. I love you Eve.”

“I love you too, Michael.”

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