#he gathers up as much shit as he can and starts chugging. he gags but gets it all down.

[nerosdayinanime]

reminiscing about a life left behind

this is after the reunion at the bar, when Giyuu left Makomo tried to talk to him & figure out why he faked his death (then came back??) and left pretty soon after when he not so subtly brushed off her questions and vaguely apologized for disrupting things. Tengen & Kyojuro got extremely worried about him immediately ordering as many drinks he could at a time and being his usual happy-go-lucky self after Giyuu- the quietest and least confrontational person in the whole office -sent him to the floor in a fit of cold rage. They watched (and joined, though not to the same extent) as he got absolutely wasted, his suddenly saccharine attitude showing off just how much of his personality is just a performance.

Between the revelation that hes a demon slayer- a hashira just like them -and finally noticing the seam in his otherwise perfect mask, the both of them figure he's just as fucked up as they are from their job. Tengen has his own guise of extravagance, Kyojuro always being loud and proud to hide his insecurities- but Sabito was subtle about it. He was happy and playful, but not too much so like Kyojuro was- he also became a master of diverting attention from himself, they didn't know much about his personal life or hobbies- or anything outside of when they hung out or stopped by the little grocery store he worked at. Didn't know his favorite color, what genre of music he liked, what his favorite movie was- didn't know if he's ever had a partner or other friends, nothing about his school life or parents or if he had any siblings- nothing! He was a ghost of a person, like he merely popped into existence when they met him. That's probably not too far off- they didn't meet Sabito that day, they met his empty smile. Without ever realizing there was nothing behind it.

Thoroughly disconcerted by the realization and very worried about Sabito chugging alcohol like he had nothing left to live for while laughing like there was nothing wrong, they kept a close eye on him. When he starts getting quiet they force him to stop drinking and drag him back to his apartment and stay the night crashed on the couch & floor. In the morning Sabito was fucked. Absolute shit time. Had a vague feeling he shouldn't think about anything so he didn't, just fucked around with a worried Tengen & Kyojuro until they left. Continued not thinking about anything, did a bunch of chores and errands so he didn't have to think about Giyuu. Even fixed a neighbor's ac unit with the help of a youtube tutorial. As soon as the sun started setting he donned his slayer uniform and ignored painful sting in his heart at the sight of his old fox mask hanging on the wall, settling his face into the same empty smile as the default slayer mask he uses now. That night he was a beast- merciless and scathing strikes, chasing down terrified demons like he had a score to settle. Completely ignored other slayers he ran into, simply pushing past them dealing the kill and moving on.

This little routine continued for a few days- overworking himself desperately trying to keep out of his head, deflecting and straight up ignoring Tengen & Kyojuro asking about how he's doing, fleeing any of the other hashira or water-fox squad trying to ask about him and what all he's been doing the last several years, pissing off lower-level slayers he steals kills from. He works until he passes out from exhaustion, getting up and doing all it again when he wakes. A few weeks later and it catches up to him despite his attempts at running.

Giyuu hates him.

Rightfully so, he left him to burn like a coward and a fool. And did what with his time? Do nothing but make more mistakes? How many people hes lied to and let down? He's done nothing but run.

He knew it'd happen. As soon as he stopped moving he would never want to start again, as soon as he stopped running, as soon as he tripped- as soon as he hit the ground he'd never want to get up again. Years of grief stress and denial hit him all at once, he doesn't know what to do. Walls too high to see over, too deep to dig under, too thick to simply power through. No one on the other side who really needs him anyway.

Why does he even bother?

He stares at his fox mask. Hand crafted by the man he thought of as a father, who took him in and taught him to defend himself and protect others. Real good job he did of that. All he's done since he started running was hurt hurt hurt. The people he cared about and respected the most- abandoned. Everyone else left in the dust like they were nothing.

What fucking good..

...

He thinks of the better days. When he was a son, helping his mom water the plants so they'd bloom bright and vivid. When he was a brother, helping his little sister reach the top shelf for candy. When he was a student, fueled by his grief and anger with a promise not to let anyone else lose as much as he had. When he was a friend, pulling Giyuu out to see a meteor shower in their favorite clearing. When he was a boyfriend, feeding popcorn to Giyuu laying across his legs watching a movie together. ...He threw that all away and for what? So he wouldn't have to face his failures? How fucking pathetic.

He'd never have any of that again. Burned his bridges, destroyed the foundations, turned the ground to shifting sand. His head thunked against the wall behind him, why did he have to fuck everything up?

[pufflocks]

Kuroo x bottom male reader, maybe readers riding him?

Summary: Honestly in my mind–, I believe if Kuroo had someone sitting on his cock I believe he would be so touchy. Touchy and impatient— Touching the readers curves and rubbing on his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. ♡

"You- You are so fucking tight- ugh, I love it." -T.K ❣

Warnings: Slight degrading • Groping • Cum eating • Proof read • porn without plot

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Kuroo Tesuro //Kenma Kozumane//

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It was an alluring Friday. Volleyball club didn't have another practice until next week. Leaving an eventful evening afterschool for a certain couple.

"Phew I'm fuckin' exhausted-" Tetsurou exhaled stretching out his long limbs. Many people, according to Y/N would kill for his height. Yet he was always saying how much he hated it. Words only to tick his boyfriend off – which it did.

The rooster haired male slicked back his sweat covered hair. "Oi, kenma I'm gonna head out first since my oh so handsome boyfriend wanted me to take him home early." Kenma nodded quietly, chugging his water down quietly. He gathered his belongings along with the other members of the team.

'I wonder why he needs a chaperone to walk him home..' Kenma sighed. Shaking off the thought since it was not his business. Besides that he started picking up some stray volleyballs. Faster he does this the faster he gets home to play video games with his boyfriend.

You however, was just about to get out of your last period. Thinking about some random things to get out of the fact you and nekomas volleyball captain sending eachother lewd glances throughout the day. One action led to another throughout the day.

You sitting in the back of class softly giggling to yourself once while at your phone and blushing at other texts. Some texts were cute flirts like "I can't wait to see you" or "Coach is being extra angry. He needs pop a chocky milk" Leading to a raging tent in your pants in your last class period when he sent a slick nude of a boner he accumulated in the past hour. Ugh— The clock nearing 3 PM setting you slight edge in your seat.

BRING !

'Thankfully the teacher didn't see me with my phone.'

Sighing tremendously you snatched up your bag that had a cheesy volleyball sticker in nekomas colors with a big number '1' on it. Gifted by your yours truly, Tetsurou Kuroo aka rooster bf. A small nickname you gave him in your guys' first year.

You chuckled at your own humor as you bumped into someone the way out of your classroom.

"Ah-!" You failed to finish your small mental comedy show as your overly tall boyfriend encased you in a nearly bone crushing hug. Lovingly of course.

Your not so obvious erection slightly catching contact on his muscular thigh. "You scared me tetsu- Come on lets go." You grab hold of the mans hand in dire need to fix your lower situation, pronto. One think you hated about your boyfriend was how much of a tease he so unashamedly was.

You both agreed, over text to leave early to do it after class since he didn't have practice today.

"What's the rush doll ? You were just teasing me with that I wanna ride you BS over the phone." He snickered. Face automatically bloomed red as you scoffed in face. Pushy bastard he is.

"Yeah yeah. Come on before people see-" And before you knew it. Your boyfriend took one glace down south to notice you weren't lying. Your small cock pressing up against the unformed pants.

'Cute how eager he is~' he mentally mused.

He took this opportunity to just drag you to an already emptied classroom. The school seemed to empty out earlier on Fridays, you thought. Slowly coming back to your own senses you see just how peckish he really was. Air thickening. Your noticable shudders of arousal not going unnoticed.

"God,, I need you right now." No other words were conversed between you two as he eagerly ripped and tugged the cloth off your smaller frame. Canines slightly nipping at now heated skin and grabbing wherever his hands could easily roam. Sloppy kisses to your neck making you gasp and make your penis twitch in gratitude.

"Please tetsu.. I want it badly~" You moaned wantonly as he was gripping some belly fat lovingly. Tetsurou grinned as if he was a wolf in the night howling at the moon.

Grabbing a nearby chair, after he let you go with a small peck to your nose he sat down and shrugged off his trousers. Hard organ slapping on his lean stomach. The sight making you purr in the presence of this 'wolf'

'I can't wait to fucking ride him..'

The sight of his cock made you rub your legs together eagerly. A small "Hm..~" erupting from your throat. Oh god did it not only have girth and a red bulge of its head – His length and overall cock had been mesmerized in your small pink hole.

"Wanna ride you Tetsu.." you mewled already palming the hard on in your now very tight pants.

He pulled you closer and gripped your chin to make you look at him as he stroked his cock teasingly, "Wanna ride me dry and see if you can come undone or vise verse but you blow me ? Which is it sweetheart ?" Darting dark eyes your way as he audibly purred. Kind to not so kind kisses being placed to your collarbone making you shiver as his cold lips met your hot skin.

New hickies you never minded showing off, just as much as he never minded giving you to show off.

The choices were hanging heavy on your tongue, now realizing his question. Almost obediently, in one swift motion you got down your knees willingly let him unravel you with his slim eyes.

"Such a lucky ass man I am~"

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

"You gonna blow me my pretty Y/N ?" He said stroking your cheek as if you were the most rarest diamond from his thief heist. To him you were not only rare, but valuable beyond his mind.

Grasping hold of his member you lick up his shaft kissing here and there. Making quick work to get to the main course.

Tetsurou smiled. His pretty boy serving his cock like it was something holy. Before he knew it you started gulping down his length. Slobber dribbling at the creases of your mouth. Pretty eyes of yours making their ways to your rooster headed lover.

"Fuck-! Baby I'ma fuckin' cum-" He groaned, head flying backward as you got off hearing him announce he was gonna shoot down your throat. Swallowing every. Single. Drop.

"Shit.. You gonna take daddies cum baby ? Yeah ? Where you want it ? Tell me babes." He was tapping his cock against your now plump and messy lips as he stroked himself off to your filthy face. Fuck, he was using your face for his own pleasure. You wanted him to know how much you enjoyed this.

"Mm- I want it in my mouth!~ please stick your cock deep down my throat daddy!~" You whined pathetically stroking your own leaking cock and using your own arousal for lube. The lewd squlching noises invading your ears.

He snorted at your poor attempts at getting yourself off and opened your jaw enough to shove all the way in down your throat. Tears prickling and threatening to fall down your face. You let out small gags leading to moans from the action as he shot down your throat. You swallowed his seed successfully, sticking out your tongue to show you did.

"Such a pretty boy.. Fuck such pretty boy." Tetsurou praised as he wiped the tears you ignored from your puffy eyes. Also unnoticing the ringing one of your phones was doing. You didn't care though. "We ain't done yet though. Get your sweet ass up here my prince." You joyfully obliged as he helped you off your knees seeing they were red. He started rubbing small circles and kissing your bare shoulders. A way of saying sorry for making you be on yourknees for so long.

'So caring~' You groggily giggled to yourself due to your throat being slightly sore from your guys' previous actions. Damn he was rough this time. Does being found out really get him this riled up ?

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's wrong ? Did a do something silly ?" He wore his signature smirk. The one you loved and hated. A calming and goofy aura being replaced with the once heated lustful one. All you could do was giggle again and cup his face in the moment. Just enjoying him.

"You're just so caring with me and I love you for moments like these." You confessed. Heart beating erratically as he chuckled kissing your nose.

"I know. I'm a big ass softy for my boyfriend believe it or not." You rolled your eyes jokingly. You loved this man, but you also loved his cock which by the way, still hasn't gone soft yet.

Turning around in his lap you wrapped your arms and legs around his form as you whispered alluringly. "Let me do the work cuz my dick is aching now and I needa cum stupid bad." You smiled devilishly. He once again for the umpteenth time, chuckled at your words and throwing his hands up.

"No hands my prince. No hands." You nodded. Knowing full well he would lose it half way of your quote unquote dominance.

You slowly and steadily began inserting his member inside. God, the stretch you fucking waited for was heavenly. Making it all the more nearly impossible to not close your eyes in delight.

Sucking through his teeth your boyfriend let out a long "Fuuuck..~" as groaned instinctively grasping onto your hips. On a loose thread of keeping his promise of letting you in control.

"God, you're so fucking- huge-! Testu~" You whined already grinding the rest of length into your now gaping hole. The feeling all too familiar to your body. Soon beginning to bounce up and down with pure greed. Not giving the slightest flying fuck if someone were to see you through the small class window as you were rolling your eyes back in ecstasy like a expert porn star.

"You- You're so fucking tight.. Ugh- fuck I love it !~" He moaned out aggressively as your bouncing only quickened at his words slapping sounds got louder. "Who's fucking cock are you riding Y/N ?" He growled and huffed bear your neck. His breath tickling the hairs in the area.

Noticing he didn't get any answer to his no rhetorical question, Tesurou slapped your ass harshly leaving a delicious itchy feeling rupture in the spot his heavy hand slammed on. You lost it as an almost unbearable amount of pre ran down your cock.

"You- Ah!~ Fuck it's you Testu!~ Your cock- Ah-!~ is hitting me in all the right places oh my fucking god!-" You shrieked small little tears making their way down your ruined face.

'This slut is really egging me the fuck on today~' Tetsurou mentally grinned.

Not only did he like the words coming out of your mouth, but he lived for those damn tears of diamond racing out the corners of your eyes. "

"Fuck it. I'm pounding the shit out of this ass." He mumbled to himself as he snatched you off of his body as if it was completely nothing and pressed you forward on a desk, your perky nipples grazing the cold school furniture.

He took a second to adjust his angle until ramming into your prostate directly dead on as you let out a high pitched warble. Anyone could mistake your voice for a females out of context. "Fuck-! fuck- MM— FUCK YES~" you moaned as your cock swung heavily in between your legs as Tetsurou began deep stroking every corner inside you. The feelings making your mind go numb.

"Baby boy I'm finna blow my load~ Who the fuck is fucking your shit up right ? Huh ?~" Testu's snarled in your ear. Snatching you up by your neck up to his sweaty hard chest. Your bodies creating an almost unbearable heat between you both.

You whined in a needy voice as the feeling of your prostate getting hammered repeatedly. "YOU DADDY~ YOU YOU YOU~!!! GOD LEMME CUM FUUUCK—" His grip on your neck did not falter as his pace only got faster. Quickly gripping your slick penis and jerked you off all the while placing delectable light kisses around your bruised neck and shoulders. You were nearly seeing stars with overstimulation and his contrast of touch.

"That's exactly what I like to hear my amazing boy~" Tetsurou hips stuttered as you came hard, your eyes rolling back and drool sliding down your jaw. Coming straight after your release he gave one last deep push cumming deep down in your tight little ass. "Fuck babe..- Fuck-" He panted smiling lazily, grip already faltering around your neck. He never would forgive himself if he accidentally choked you to death.

Since you guys literally just fucked in a classroom, aftercare had to be done differently. Slowly laying his head on your shoulder, rubbing your hips and doing anything to ease any after pain off your body. Maybe you'll let him try out a cream he uses on himself after volleyball. Eases the joints and moisturizes your body.

Such a loving boyfriend you bad.

"I love you so damn stinkn' much Y/N.. God I'm so fucking lucky I swear." You chuckled, 'cause he always seemed to be so emotional after you guys had sex. You thought it was cute coming from him. "Let's get out of here cuz' we already stayed here for half an hour." You stated pushing the tall male off your body, much to his unpleasant dismay. He only hummed in response.

"Your house or mine ?" He questioned after pulling up his pants and tugging his extra volleyball shirt on. You stretched while yawning a bit. Sex is tiring.

"Yours. My parents will automatically smell the sex on me and no cologne can cover that." Giggling softly at your statement your boyfriend nodding in a agreement.

"Let's just hope they dont find out we once fucked in your living room-" You glared at him as he stopped, snickering at how cute his boyfriend looked after being roughed up.

"Let's go so we can cuddle now please." You softly pleaded as you tugged his shirt tiredly. You know the first thing you were gonna do when you got to his house was instantly plop smack on his oversized bed.

"Let's go my prince."

Bees are pretty..

Zenna, no.

[theamberwriter]

Hi!!! Umm, if you're not too busy can I ask for an Alpha!Fem!Reader x Omega!Todoroki or Bakugou (or whoever you want, as many as you want)? In which the omega is nesting and wants the reader to scent things but is too shy to ask?

A/N: Hhhiii!! I’m so sorry this took so long! I had fun writing this, and I hope that you like it! I’m slowly chugging through requests.

Word Count: 4351

Katsuki Bakugo

Anyone who looked at Bakugo would assume he was an Alpha.

But one quick whiff and anyone could tell he was an omega.

He wasn't just anyone's omega, he was yours.

He was still very new to being with someone, even if you'd been together for a few months.

Katsuki loved every bit of you.

You were an amazing alpha, able to handle his outbursts, and simmer him down.

He'd wanted you as his alpha from the moment he saw you, even more when he smelled you.

He couldn't believe he was finally yours.

Everyone who saw him thought he'd be a difficult one, but one little touch or one little word would make him melt inwardly into a puddle.

Not that he'd ever admit it.

He claimed no one could truly tame Pro Hero Ground Zero, but it was all one big lie.

He was a just a little puppy begging for attention inside.

Katsuki could feel when his nesting time was beginning.

The primal draw deep within his gut. The restless urge to hide away in all the things that brought him comfort.

You didn't mind when he disappeared for a few days.

His scent had started changing, so you knew what was happening.

You let him carry on his business.

You did check in, making sure he was eating and bathing, and that he had all of his favourite snacks to keep hoarded away.

You really wanted to scent something for him, but you knew it wasn't your place to until you were asked.

And you weren't sure that he was ready for that step yet.

You wanted Katsuki to be yours, always. But you worried that you weren't a good enough alpha for him.

When Katsuki was finished his nest, he was restless.

Something was wrong, he could feel it.

The itching inside to add something – but what??

He felt like he was losing it.

It wasn't until he came for a visit that he figured it out.

Your scent.

That was what was missing.

When he opened the door to your apartment, your scent flooded through him and he knew he wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in it.

“Shit,” he muttered. Hoping he didn't smell too distressed.

That would mean he'd have to ask you to scent something.

And the Great Katsuki Bakugo had too much pride to bow before such base omega instincts.

He wondered if he could sneak something.

Just one thing, anything.

Just to get this scent pining out of the way.

You two were going out that day, he wondered if maybe he could trick you into scenting something.

“There's my omega!” you chirped happily, coming from the back of the apartment.

Katsuki melted at the sight of your wet hair, crisp, clean clothes with a fresh strong scent wafting off you.

You wrapped him up in your arms, giving him a little peck.

You couldn't help but scent him just a bit.

He'd never asked you to scent him, but he never pushed you away when you tried.

You wanted everyone to know he was spoken for.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes drooping just a touch, a light purr coming from deep within his chest.

So Katsuki wanted you to scent him after all. You smiled to yourself.

You brought him more comfort than he showed, which made your heart swell.

Your alpha reared up in pride.

But it was nothing compared to your prideful omega.

“Are you ready to go?” you asked.

Katsuki hummed.

He was nearly lulled to sleep.

“Are there any special places my omega wants to go today?”

This jerked him right out of his stupor.

He had an idea.

He pulled out of your arms, giving you a stiff nod.

“I want to go to a nesting store. It's starting to get too fucking cold, I want a few more blankets,” he said.

His face tinged the slightest pink.

You chuckled a little. “My Katsuki getting cold, that's a new one.”

“Don't be stupid. Just because I have a fire quirk doesn't mean I don't get cold.”

You smiled gently at him, giving his cheek a kiss.

“We can do whatever makes you happy, my love.”

Little did you know, something as simple as calling him 'my love' could make him the happiest omega in existence.

You grabbed your coat and keys and were out the door.

You didn't live too far from the main shopping district, so you walked.

You kept Katsuki close, always finding a way to touch him. Letting everyone know he was claimed.

You sent a few deadly glares at alphas who were eyeing him up.

They immediately turned tail. But you didn't know if it was because of you, or because you saw Katsuki giving them his own deathly look.

He wasn't going to let anyone try to take him from the perfect alpha.

One of the first stores on the street was a nesting store.

They didn't hide the bias towards feminie Omegas, nearly everything was pink and frilly.

Katsuki crinkled his nose at many things.

“Can I help you two find anything?” a girl asked, she looked to be in her teens. She smelled like an Omega.

“Some blankets, nothing too girlly,” you answered.

The girl smiled at Katsuki. “Your omega definitely knows what they want.”

You were prepared to let it slide, but you could see the annoyance pinching in Katsuki's face.

He grabbed the girl by the collar. “I'm the omega here, dumbass. [Name] is a strong ass Alpha. If you can't tell, then maybe you should get your fucking nose checked.”

“I-I'm sorry,” the girl stuttered.

You glared at him. “Katsuki!”

You two shared a tense look, but he did put her down.

The poor girl scampered away.

“You can't keep doing this,” you said lowly.  “People make mistakes –”

Your scent peaked in anger. Souring the slightest.

Katsuki hated that smell, reaching his own scent out to comfort you.

“You think I should let it slide when people think I'm the Alpha?” Katsuki growled. “You're better than any the rest of the shitty Alphas, and I wanna make sure everyone damn well knows it. I'd be a crap Alpha. But anyone would be compared to you.”

Katsuki stalked off, going to hunt down what he was looking for. Leaving you bewildered in your spot.

He found an aisle with neutral colored blankets and pillows.

He was almost to angry now to even shop.

Soon he found himself choking in pheromones. Two people rounded the corner to the aisle, eyeing him down.

One stood way too close to him for comfort. “What's wrong, sweetie? I do believe this one is an Alpha.”

“I think he's a cute little omega. I want him as my own. Has someone upset you? Should we hunt them down?” asked the other.

“Would you two get the fuck away from me?” Katsuki grunted.

But the two got closer, rubbing on him. Rubbing off your scent.

There was no way of escaping without blowing something up. And he was trying not to upset you anymore.

You smelled it immediately as Katsuki's scent became sharp in distress.

What trouble had he even found on the other side of the store?

It didn't matter, because you were charging off to find him.

Seeing two betas pining after your omega set your nerves on fire.

What were they even doing in here?

Your scent thickened. Sending off dangerous messages to anyone close to you.

Their heads immediately snapped to you, Katsuki's gaze followed.

Shelves were shaking in your wake, rattling their contents to the floor.

The lights began to flicker.

Katsuki had never seen you in such a rage. It was kinda hot.

“Get your hands off my omega,” you warned. “Or someone's gonna get hurt.”

The betas released their grip, tripping over each other as they ran off.

You glared after them for one very long moment.

Everything around you went still, the lights coming back on.

You wrapped Katsuki in your arms. You nearly gagged at their scents on him.

He resisted just a bit as you scented him, wanting this to be something done in private.

It just made your scent flare more. He quickly gave in to its subconscious messages.

“Pick anything you want,” you demanded, pointing to the shelves. “As much as you want, I don't care. But I'm taking you home.”

Katsuki didn't argue, instead he picked a few things he wanted.

You piled a cart high with more, despite his protests.

No one bothered to come yell at you about the mess you'd made.

Between the obvious power of both your quirks, plus the murderous scent rolling off you waves, no one had the guts.

You left with nearly more bags than you could carry.

This was not at all what Katsuki had wanted.

Why was nothing was ever simple?

You started cooking lunch as soon as you got in the door.

Normally Katsuki cooked, but he figured it was better to let you do something productive to burn off the rest of your anger.

In the mean time, he'd find something productive to do.

And he knew just what.

By the time lunch was done, your anger had dissipated and Katsuki had made a second nest right on your couch.

To say you were surprised by the massive pile of blankets and pillows and stuffed animals would be an understatement.

Katsuki had very carefully constructed a huge blanket fort.

You wondered if this is what his nest at home looked like.

“Uuhhh, Katsuki?” you spoke to the blankets, a plate in each hand.

You had no idea where the entrance to this thing was, and you didn't want to enter his nest without absolute permission.

There was no answer.

Only a second past before he came out of your bed room with a heaping arm full of blankets.

“These are mine now,” he said, and ducked back inside the fort.

“Uh – okay? Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want, Suki.”

You set the plates on the coffee table as Katsuki started throwing things at you.

You gathered up what he threw, unsure of what you were supposed to do with them.

He clambered out, face a blazing red in embarrassment.

“Don't just fucking stand there!”

He grabbed a few things, starting to rub them roughly against your skin.

It didn't take long to click.

“You....want me to scent these?” you asked, gently rubbing a little stuffed penguin against your scent gland.

“What fucking else?” he snapped, and nearly dove back into the fort to hide his face.

You smiled gently, doing as he asked of you.

Once he stopped throwing things, you slid a plate under the entrance on the fort. You sat on the other side with your own plate.

You were more than prepared to eat like this, to give Katsukit he space he needed.

“Why the fuck are you out there?” he demanded, lifting up the flap. “Get your ass in here.”

“A-Are you sure?” you asked, knowing what this meant.

Katsuki nodded. “You're my Alpha. - Now get in here!”

You two spent the rest of the night inside the fort.

Stealing small pecks and cuddling.

You couldn't have been happier, knowing just how much your Omega loved you.

~

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto really wasn't sure he was doing this whole 'Omega' thing right.

He had the most amazing alpha he could've asked for. A better one than he thought he deserved.

And he couldn't even ask them to scent something for him.

He definitely wasn't doing this Omega thing right.

Every time he tried he froze up.

Far too shy and self conscious to get the words out.

You were his Alpha, you'd been together a year. Why was this so hard???

More than once Shoto stood stupidly in your kitchen as you made him something.

When you asked what he was doing, he simply replied he was wondering when the food would be done.

You always kissed him, give him a little taste of what you made, and he'd wander back off.

Then he'd just sit there staring at whatever he'd wanted you to scent, carefully tucking it away for next time.

Shoto was itching to finish his nest, but it would never be complete without something from you.

Which meant that his nest would never be complete.

He had the thought to sneak something when you weren't looking.

But he didn't want to break your trust in him.

Though you were his alpha, so surely you wouldn't mind...

Still, Shoto felt guilty when he snagged a shirt from your room.

He returned it the next day.

There had to be someway to get your scent in his nest.

He called Midoriya, maybe he would have an answer for the conundrum.

“I'm sure [Name] wouldn't have a problem with you borrowing anything,” Midoriya told him.

Shoto shook his head, though it wasn't like the guy on the other end could see it.

“I feel too guilty doing that.”

“Has [Name] ever said anything about not taking their things before?”

Shoto took a long pause.

“No. But I know Alphas don't like their things being taken.”

Midoriya laughed awkwardly.

“They're your Alpha, it's a bit different.”

“I still worry about losing their trust.”

Midoriya hummed in thought. “Let me ask Ochaco when she gets home.”

Shoto didn't like the wait.

His nest agitated him, it wasn't fair.

A nest was supposed to feel safe.

Be a paradise.

This place was pure torture for him.

What if [Name] thought they were a bad Alpha because he couldn't ask them to scent something.

He couldn't bear if you ever thought anything bad about yourself like that.

He had to find a way to let you know he wanted you.

You were the perfect Alpha to him.

You were kind and patient.

You let him open up as slowly as he wanted.

You worked on his self worth. You showed him so much.

Shoto was so much more of the kind of person he wanted to be now.

And it was all thanks to you.

He'd never be able to show you the full amount of his gratitude.

Which was why it was so painful for him to be unable to ask you this one thing.

The thing that showed he trusted you unconditionally.

A few hours later, Ochaco called back.

“I have an idea, Izuku and I went through a few possibilities. But I think this one will work the best.”

They spent a few hours conspiring.

A perfectly guilt free way to get you scent something for Shoto's nest, without his shyness getting in the way.

“[Name], can we go somewhere today?” Shoto asked.

He was making you two tea.

He was always happy when he got to make you something in return.

You smiled at him. “Of course, Sho. Where were you thinking?”

“I'm not sure yet. I thought we could go to the mall.”

You gave him a peck on the cheek.

This always caused his heart to do a little flip.

“When we're done our tea, we can go. I'll buy you anything you want.”

Shoto planned on buying his own things, since he could afford to.

But he was going to let you, his Alpha, purchase him a few things.

He knew you got sad when he didn't let you buy him things.

And the last thing he wanted to do was upset his alpha.

Once cups were empty, washed, and put away you were off.

It was only one bus to mall from your house.

You could smell the food court as soon as you walked in.

But you could also smell all the lurking Alphas.

Anyone would be lucky to have Shoto as a mate.

And you were very damn lucky.

You held him close, threatening anyone who looked his way.

He seemed as oblivious as ever.

Though you did notice the determination in his stride.

He was up to something.

You weren't going to press it.

Shoto always had his own way of doing things, and you always tried to make sure he went at his own pace.

That he knew it was okay to do things his way.

That's why you hadn't asked if he wanted something scented yet.

You knew Shoto.

You'd taken so long just to get him to this point.

To get him to see his own potential.

You didn't want to scare him off.

You'd be lost without him.

One of the first places you went was a large department store attached to the mall.

It smelled like perfumes and store warehouses.

You were just following Shoto, trying to figure out what he was up to.

It was cute watching him as he headed towards bedding.

He made a beeline for the throw blankets.

They were on sale two for ten.

Taking each one between his fingers, giving it a soft rub.

Finally, he decided on a plain one in your favourite color and a patterned one.

Shoto held it out to you. “I want these two.”

You took them from him, nodding.

He didn't ask for anything else from the store.

So you paid and went to the next.

He bought a shirt here.

You went to each store, and Shoto bought one or two things at each.

Finally, you ended up in a nesting store.

It was the last store with anything that interested him.

Shoto piled a cart full of stuff.

There was no way all of this was fitting in the little room you knew he used for nesting.

Maybe you should talk to Fuyumi, see if he's okay.

Shoto didn't even seem phased at the large price tag that came up at the register.

The question was how you were going to get all this back on the bus.

You'd been shopping for quite a while at that point. Your stomach just starting to shout in hunger.

“Would you like to get food, love?” you asked. “Are you hungry?”

“We could make something at home,” he said.

The way he said home shot a tingle of pleasure down your spine.

You were going to have to move him in soon.

You forced yourself to shake your head.

“I have to go grocery shopping later. It'll be better to eat now.”

Shoto nodded, then followed you to the food court.

It was packed to the absolute brim.

You were glad that the food overwhelmed the mixture of pheromones.

“I'll find us a table, and keep watch over our things,” you offered. “You can go get what you want to eat.”

Shoto scanned the food stations, then headed towards one.

His eyes were on you as he waited.

God forbid another Omega come and try to weasel their way in.

You tried to keep your eyes off Shoto.

Off the Alphas you could see trying to inch their way to him.

A few minutes later, you heard your name.

You looked up to find Izuku and Ochaco pushing their way towards you.

“Hey!” you greeted, grinning. “It's been a minute since I've seen you two. How've you been?”

“We've been good!” Ochaco rushed. “We should've gotten together earlier, it would've be –”

Izuku was frowning. “Is that....another Alpha trying to scent Shoto?”

You head snapped to the line where your Omega had been waiting.

Sure enough, another person stood very close to him.

Shoto seemed as indifferent as ever, but you noticed his tense shoulders.

And your nose, all too attuned to his scent, caught it as it snapped bitterly in distress.

“I think the hell not!” you growled.

You pushed people out of your way as you marched up to the line.

That earned you some grunts.

You ducked under the ropes separating the lines.

People called at you for butting.

But they went ignored, your eyes laser focused on the smugly grinning Alpha.

You aggressively butted between the two.

The Alpha jerked back.

“Everything okay, Sho?” you spat, still glaring down the Alpha.

“It is now,” he replied.

“Good. - Now back the fuck off my Omega.”

The Alpha was not happy.

“He's not mated, he's fair game!”

They tried to make their scent menacing.

You growled. Your scent overpowering theirs in threat.

You felt eyes on you.

“He is not! Shoto smells like me. He's my boyfriend! He's mine. And some random, stinking loser in the mall making him uncomfortable isn't going to change that!”

“Order up!” the guy behind the counter called.

“That's me –” Shoto started softly.

You whipped his container off the counter, slapped money down, and shoved him out of the queue.

People stepped away as you did.

You reeked like murder.

Once back at the table with Ochaco and Izuku, you clung to Shoto.

You didn't even bother eating.

That could wait until you were sure Shoto was safe from assault.

You invited your friends back to your place when you were cooler.

They helped carry Shoto's bags.

A little too willingly, honestly.

Every now and then Ochaco would let out a suspicious chuckle.

The pair stayed for a few hours, then offered to walk Shoto home.

You had wanted him to stay with you.

But he was insistant on going home to his nest.

You weren't going to argue with him and his instincts.

A little after they left, you noticed a bear Shoto left behind.

It was sitting casually on couch where he'd been.

You knew he wasn't forgetful.

Why was it there though?

It still smelled like the store and the residual scent of many other people.

You decided to scent it, just to see what he'd do.

To your surprise - the next time he was over, the bear disappeared.

In it's place was left a pillow.

In the same spot.

You scented that too.

Where was he hiding these when he came over??

The next time Shoto came, that disappeared too.

A blanket this time was left.

This happened every time he came over for a month.

You chuckled every time he left something.

Did he really think he was being sneaky?

Either way, it was adorable.

Shoto never said anything about it.

You figured this had to be what he was up to at the mall.

Buying things to sneakily leave for you to scent.

“Hey, Shoooto,” you cooed, about a month and a half later.

He kissed your hand and hummed.

“So you keep leaving things for me to scent....”

He went stiff next to you, not even a breath leaving him.

Of course you had caught on.

Now you were angry with him, weren't you?

“I was thinking....why don't you just – move in? We're both financially well off. So it wouldn't be a problem. Plus, it will be easier than trying to be secretive about wanting me to scent things.”

“I could never. I would take up too much space -” he retorted.

“Don't be silly. I want to marry you eventually,” you threw in casually.

Shoto's scent went sharp in surprise then danced delightedly.

“It would be silly for the two of us to live separately. - So, what do you say? Will you move in with me?”

Shoto was very still for a moment.

You began to worry.

Had you gone too far too fast?

Shoto suddenly tackled you, wrapping you up and giving you kisses everywhere he could reach.

You took that as a resounding yes.

Happiness swirled within you both as you started talking logistics.

Shoto was over the moon.

Maybe he really was good at this Omega thing after all.

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four months; part 2 [five hargreeves x reader]

a/n: thank you all so so much for your support and feedback! i literally could not believe that the first part has over 200 notes and yall want a continuation like omagash??? im soft, thank you guys <3

here is the long awaited part two, but before we dive into that, i felt the need to ask yall if you want five to be aged up?? in most x reader i’ve read on this site, five is aged up, but I felt like, in my case, i didn’t really needed to mention that because i am only like two months older than the actor, and its not like im gonna write smut with him- gross. point is, idk. should i age him up tho??? idk what to do, so here are both aidan and timothee to soothe ur heart for this second part!! <3

(the gifs do not belong to me, lemme know if u know who made them so i can give credits- they’re real cute mah gawsh!!!)

alsoo if you want more five imagines or literally any other hargreeves sibling or fictional character ousside tua, feel free to leave a request in my inbox! kisses <3

summary: after a long family meeting and more booze, you decide to make a bold move and profess your buried feelings.

part 1

“Men are stupid shitheads.” You concluded, setting your flask on the counter, looking at the new bangs Allison had just cut for you.

Even in her drunken state, they seemed to be very nicely done. You were quite surprised by the way they turned out, but pleased nonetheless. It was a spontaneous decision, getting bangs. You had been sitting in the hair salon she was working at with her, Klaus and Vanya after a not so great family meeting.

Hugs were shared, true, but then arguments started and before you even knew it, Luther stormed out, Diego followed him, Five went missing for whatever business he had, and Klaus claimed that Ben was not even there- apparently, ghosts can’t time travel.

So, it was just the four of you, drunk in a hair salon, with too much alcohol and way too many scissors around you, complaining about how shitty your love lives could be.

“Amen.” Klaus raised his drink in the air, “I’ll drink to that.”

“Right?” Allison nodded, combing her second client, Klaus, “The nerve of Ray! I mean, one thing goes wrong and he’s on a warpath!” She vented, holding the bottle of liquor in her free hand, “I mean, doesn’t know who I am?! No, no! No, Ray- you know exactly who I am, you just can’t handle it!”

You watched with a raised brow as Vanya was out of zone, pretending to be shooting the long line of empty bottles gathered in front of her, as Allison kept on continuing her rant. Her husband had just seen her use her powers on the night they started the protest, and was now having a real hard time comprehending what was going on. You didn’t see him at home either, so you figured he may have been upset with you as well for maybe hiding the secret. Or maybe he thought you were like her, who knows?

“Hey, wouldn’t it be weird if Five grew up all hot?” Klaus suddenly asked, taking a drag out of his cigarette, as he got up from his seat to walk around the hair salon, “Wouldn’t that be weird?”

“Why would you even think of your brother like that?” You asked riddled, narrowing your eyes at the man as his sisters almost gagged at the thought.

“Oh, please, you’ve been thinking that, haven’t you?” Klaus asked, pointing at you as you took another swig from your nearly empty flask.

“I... I mean- he’s... Five... uh... no comment!” You suddenly declared, at loss of words, as you got up from your seat, trying to maintain your balance as you made your way towards the bottle of liquor to fill your flask again.

“When are you two gonna confess your feelings?” Allison asked with a groan, letting her head fall backwards as she sat on the chair, “It’s getting really tiring!”

“We have an apocalypse going on!” You argued, “There’s no time for feelings!”

“This is the perfect time for feelings!” Klaus chimed in, taking another drag out of his cigarette, “These might be your last six days on Earth! Do you want to die regretting that you never told Five how you felt about him?”

“I’m not having this conversation anymore.” You declared, out of arguments, as you poured liquor in your flask, “Why don’t we talk about Allison’s crush on Luther instead?”

“We have never even kissed!” Allison defended herself, causing Vanya to spin on her chair confused, looking between the three of you.

“Yeah, but you guys were making little sick moon-dog eyes at each other all through puberty and breakfasts and... all that.” Klaus waved her off, sipping from his own flask.

“Aren’t we all brothers and sisters, or...?” Vanya wondered confused, as you and Klaus snorted amused at her innocence.

“Well... technically...” Allison tried to find an excuse or explanation, but she was having a hard time putting her thoughts in place.

“Technically?” Klaus raised a brow, “If you....” He stammered, trying to regain his train of thought, “If you have to use the word technically, you’re already in trouble.”

“Okay, can we go back to Five and Y/N?” Allison tried to change the subject, “Or maybe at least help me save my marriage?”

“That’s like...” Klaus stumbled on his own feet, filling his flask again, as you leaned against Vanya’s chair curiously, “That’s like asking a nun how to hump someone’s leg! I mean, who in this room knows shit about relationships? This one?” He asked, pointing at Vanya, “In secret love with some farm Frau!”

“Her name’s Sissy.” Vanya informed him.

“Which is an improvement on her previous love interest.” He said, looking at you and Allison, as you shook your heads to slightly tell him to shut up, “...the serial killer.”

“What?!” Vanya yelled, looking between you and Allison for an explanation, but you just softly waved her off, promising to remind her later.

“And look at this one!” Klaus ignored the three of you, pointing at... well, you, “A fifty year old assassin, who got the chance to be a teen again, but she is too afraid to admit her feelings for the... wait, is Five a boy or a man?”

“Both?” You raised a brow, unsure of the answer.

“Meanwhile, I’m carrying a torch for a soldier I haven’t technically met yet, and Luther is in love with his sister.” Klaus waved you off, trying to keep his balance again on his feet.

“Okay, again- we are not biological!” Allison tried to defend herself once more, but Klaus simply ignored her.

“Face it, the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin.” He said, making all of you nod in agreement, as you couldn’t help but confess, taking another chug out of your flask;

“I can’t believe I got to the point where I was jealous of Dolores.”

Okay, maybe ‘banging’ and ‘jealous’ were strong words, but you had to admit you were not that pleased when one of the first things that Five did when he got back to 2019, was go to some store to get back his plastic girlfriend who kept him company in the four decades he spent all by himself in the apocalypse.

You understood his mind, though. You would have gone insane as well if you had to be all alone after the end of the world, without another soul on the planet. Nonetheless, you still were maybe a tad too happy when he decided to return her to the store.

Leaving you the only woman he had eyes for, unbeknownst to you.

“I’m gonna tell Sissy that I love her.” Vanya suddenly declared, straightening her position confidently.

“You go, girl!” You cheered, clapping for your friend.

“I don’t want any secrets.” She said, making you and the other two nod in agreement, contemplating about your own lives.

“Yeah!” Allison said, getting up with the bottle of alcohol tightly clutched in her hand, “Yeah, yeah- you’re right! Yes, ‘cause, you know- if this all goes tits-up, the least I can do is be honest with my husband!

“Oh, does that mean I have to face my cult?” Klaus sighed, “I just hate group break-ups, it’s why I stopped dating twins!”

You pondered about it for a moment, in your state that was definitely not the most sober. You had a lot of alcohol coursing through your veins, but you felt like maybe it was better. You could think with your heart more than you could think with your brain, and your heart was telling you that your friends were right.

They all are getting themselves ready to take big risks in their lives, why shouldn’t you? They had a valid point; the world was gonna end in six days if you guys couldn’t find a way to solve this. Last time you didn’t have the brightest plan, so why should this time be a success? Reality hit you; there was a real big chance that you might die.

So why not just be honest with Five? What was the worst that could happen? You manage to save the world and Five rejects you? Big deal!

Well, it actually was a big deal.

“What if he rejects me?” You asked all of a sudden, causing the three siblings to turn to you, “What if I tell Five how I feel about him and he rejects me? I know maybe at my age I shouldn’t be this anxious about a man, but... it’s not like I’m going anywhere, I’m glued to the Hargreeves clan.”

And it was true. After the events of the 2019 apocalypse, right before you and the others got separated, you shared an adorable moment in which you confessed to each other how happy you were to have met and be taken into their family as one of their own.

“Normally, I’d say to not ponder on that for too... long.” Klaus slurred, “But given that it’s Five, you don’t even have to worry about that.”

“He’s right.” Allison shrugged, “That won’t be a problem.

“I have no memory of any of you, but from the hug I’ve seen you two share earlier- you’re not just friends.” Vanya spoke up, making you stare into nothingness for a moment.

I mean, it’s Five we are talking about. If he were to have any feelings, it’s not like he’d be honest with them or act, right? It would be up to you to make the first move.

You let out a long sigh, rubbing your hands on your upper arms, reminding yourself of the hug. It may have been the first time you and Five actually hugged, in all the years you’ve known each other. The way he held you close and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, feeling you in his arms, even if for him it had been only four days. You had to live with the thought that he may be dead for months.

And you hated that, you knew you wanted him alongside you. You wanted that little rude, at times obnoxious dipshit, with a soft heart- as much as he hated to admit it. You loved how much he cared about his family, about saving the world. Five is a great person; he is caring and has a big heart, as much as he tried to hide it behind his trashmouth.

“Fine!” You groaned, letting your head fall backwards, “I’ll tell Five I fucking love him and his dipshit face!”

“Yes!” Klaus clapped, as Allison and Vanya cheered proudly, “Come here!”

You and Vanya walked towards him, as Allison wrapped an arm around his waist, waiting for the two of you to skip towards them, pulling you into a group hug, as “Twistin’ the night away” by Sam Cooke blasted on the radio, causing the four of you to start a small dance party, letting for the first time in a long while your problems just go away.

For the sake of the song.

After a couple more hours of drinking, gossiping and dancing, the four of you decided to finally part ways and attend your promised business. Klaus went to deal with his cult, as Allison decided to be completely honest with her husband at home and Vanya was going to confess to Sissy.

As for you?

You were going to tell Five Hargreeves you were in love with him.

“Hey, dipshit!” You confidently yelled, running up the stairs of the store, trying to find Five.

“Y/N?” Five frowned, walking out of the kitchen with a coffee mug in his hands and a confused look on his face, “Are you... even more drunk? And did you get bangs- what the...?”

“Shut up.” You waved him off, walking towards him to grab the mug out of his hand to sober yourself up, “Why in the hell are you even drinking coffee at this hour?”

“I’m... trying to calm myself...” He frowned, watching as you chugged his freshly poured coffee.

“Normally I’d ask.” You said, setting the mug on the counter, shaking your head, “But right now what I have to say is more important.”

“Is that so?” Five raised a brow curiously, as you slowly slapped your cheeks, trying to get the room to stop moving, “Why don’t you go to bed?” He asked, gently pushing you towards the couch, “And we talk in the morning? I don’t really have time for this.”

“No!” You yelled, stopping in your tracks to poke his chest, “We don’t have to talk! I talk and you- you listen!” You said, poking his chest again, “You never have time for anything, all you can think of is your stupid apocalypse!”

“Oh yes, isn’t that a trivial thing to be thinking of?” He asked with a sarcastic smile, crossing his arms.

“I don’t need your sarcasm!” You yelled, poking his chest a third time, feeling him get more tense.

“I swear to God, Y/N, if you do that one more time-...” Five took in a deep breath, as he could feel as he was slowly losing his patience.

“Shut up!” You groaned, watching as his brows knitted in confusion, “I’m trying to confess my feelings for you, you moron!”

“W...What?” He asked, as his face suddenly softened, unfolding his arms.

“I’m in love with you!” You sighed, rubbing your face, “Okay? I-I am in love with you and I am trying to sober myself up, but I think I may have had too much to drink.”

“You think?” Five scoffed, slowly leading you towards the couch, “Are you sure you’re not saying this just because you have a ton of alcohol coursing through you?”

“Well... kinda, ‘cause if I were sober there was no way in hell I would have confessed.” You puffed, complying, as you let yourself guided by him, “Allison, Klaus and Vanya all convinced me that I should tell you, that we only have six days left on Earth and in case we don’t save it... I shouldn’t be going down with regrets.”

Five listened to your every word carefully, as you continuing venting about how his siblings spent the whole day trying to convince you to tell him about your feelings, as he slowly held your hands, as you took a seat on the couch. He nodded at your words to let you know that he was listening, as he took two pillows off the armchairs beside, placing them at one end, softly pushing you down.

“...and then Klaus said that he hates group breakups.” You said, not even noticing what was going on, feeling your lids get heavier once your head met the pillow.

“Not a surprise there...” Five muttered, grabbing the blanket that was rested on top of the couch, placing it over you.

“Are you trying to dismiss me?” You wondered, but still making yourself more comfortable, as you sat on your side, with your head facing Five, who knelt in front of you tired.

He bit back a smile, watching as you slowly closed your eyes. He knew you were extremely drunk, he could see that in the way exhaust took over you. Not only you had a lot of alcohol in your system, but you’ve also had some long couple of days, and some longer ones were ahead of you until you knew for a fact the world was safe once more.

“I don’t know how it is, that you’re the one person who actually makes me feel... soft.” He confessed, watching your lips curve into a smile at his words, “You... drunken idiot.”

“I regret nothing.” You said proudly, as Five couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, softly stroking your hair to help you fall asleep sooner.

“We’ll see about that in the morning.” He smirked amused, watching as you pouted.

“You never gave me an answer, you know.” You pointed out, letting his soft touch calm you down, as you felt sleep slowly take over you.

“You never gave me a question.” He retorted, knowing for sure that if your eyes were opened, you would roll them at him.

“I think you like to hear me say that I am in love with you, it’s the third time I have to say it.” You said, slowly placing your hands under your pillow, making yourself more comfortable.

“I am happy to see that you still know how to count.” Five said, placing some wild strands of hair behind your ear.

“Screw you.” You said, making him grin, as he went back to stroking your hair.

“In this whole... shitty situation I managed to get myself into, you, Y/N, might as well be the only thing keeping me sane... surprisingly.” Five frowned at the last bit, watching as you opened your eyes, shifting your head to watch him, “I love you too, moron.”

“I never said I love you.” You smirked, teasing him as he rolled his eyes.

“You little chipmunk...” Five sighed, shaking his head in disbelief amused, as you leaned into his touch more, closing your eyes, pleased with yourself.

“Yeah, but you still love me.” You said, not once dropping that smirk on your lips.

“You’re impossible, did you know that?” He wondered, resting his forearm on the couch beside you, as he knelt on the floor, trying to make himself more comfortable, noticing the way you were enjoying the scalp massage... for free.

“A little bit.” You slowly shrugged, wrapping your arms around his, once you felt it beside you.

Five watched with a soft smile as you pulled his arms closer to your face, nuzzling into it with a satisfied smile, happy that you listened to your friends.

And deep down, so was Five thanking his siblings.

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Untidy Lives (Preview)

YEAR ONE:

There was only one person April Kepner could truly count on to brighten up a dull day – her mother, Karen, and it seemed she had taken that duty literally. Crunching up the driveway in white heels and a sunshine yellow dress, she greeted April with a screech, enveloping her in a tight hug.

Today, Harriet Kepner-Avery was turning one.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, honey.” Karen pulled back, holding April’s wrists. “Let me look at you.” Her eyes drifted from her daughter’s warm cinnamon hair to her loose blouse, jeans and white sneakers. Throughout April’s adolescence, people had gushed over how much she looked like her mother. Now, she was an entirely separate person. No longer her mother’s shadow. Karen tutted. “Is this what you’re wearing?”

April sighed. “I didn’t have time-“

“Nonsense,” Karen wafted a hand, “your father’s getting the gifts from the car. Go freshen up. We’ll keep the birthday girl occupied for a little while. Besides…” she trailed off, miming a gagging motion and nodding towards the stain on her shoulder. April pulled at the soft cotton and frowned. How long had that stain been there? She didn’t know. The discovery of the stain had diverted her train of thought. She leaned over Karen’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of the familiar blue Volvo.

“Wait, Dad’s here?”

Karen was interrupted – a rare occurrence in their almost forty year marriage – by her husband, Joe. He ambled towards the two of them, lugging a stack of immaculately wrapped gifts.

“Well, hello there Little Miss!”

“Dad! I thought you were working on the farm?”

“What, and miss my granddaughter’s first birthday? Not a chance!” Joe chortled. Karen took two boxes from the top of the pile when Joe arrived at the doorstep. “And I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to this one.” He inclined his head, his voice soft and peppy as he reached past April to tweak Harriet’s nose.

April whipped around to see Matthew bouncing a half-asleep Harriet in his arms. “She’s supposed to be napping for another hour.” She chided.

“I know, but it’s her first birthday. I don’t want her to miss it.”

“She’ll miss it when she uses her ice cream cake as a pillow because she didn’t get a whole nap.”

Matthew huffed. “I think Mommy underestimates me.”

April ignored him, one foot in the doorway. “I’m gonna go change my shirt. You can put the gifts in the living room.”

Karen followed her inside while Matthew, Harriet and Joe moved to the back yard.

As much as she hated to admit it, her mother was right. Changing into a floral blouse and a pair of flats – and at Karen’s insistence, some light makeup – although April felt tired, she didn’t look it anymore. With a final scrunch of her hair and a pop of her lips, she peered out of the bedroom window. Harriet was sat in the grass, her tiny fingers wrapped around the string of a pink balloon. Jackson was pulling the string, making it bob up and down, much to Harriet’s delight. Shit. Jackson. She had assumed he would be late, fresh from the hospital. She blinked rapidly, taken aback, and rushed out of the room. Karen found April with her head in the refrigerator.

“Mom, can you get the candles?”

“What’s the rush?” Karen exclaimed.

April tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning back to meet her mother’s baffled gaze. “Jackson’s here.”

“Oh.” She replied flatly, rifling through every drawer in the kitchen island. “Where are the darn matches?”

“I’m married to a First Responder, remember? They’re in a super-secret safe place that nobody on Earth can find.”

“Of course,” she shook her head in amusement “I’ll go ask him.”

“No,” April stepped away from the refrigerator to block her path “I’ll go. The paper plates and napkins are in the-“

“Third drawer, I know.” Karen pressed a hand to her cheek. “Take a breath. Go out there and enjoy it. I can take care of everything.”

Karen Kepner was a woman of her word. She had fussed over Harriet from the moment she was born. April would usually have found this irritating, but losing Samuel, her first-born, changed that. Karen dropped everything to be with April and Jackson while they grieved. While Jackson worked and April sat sobbing on the couch in their cramped condo. When April got up in the middle of the night, convinced she could hear his cries and Jackson couldn’t console her. What might have seemed like interfering before was now a blessing. Harriet was a blessing. And April was going to experience every moment with her to the fullest extent.

Outside, Joe and Matthew were hunched over the barbecue.

“Mommy’s here!” Matthew hollered, a few whoops and cheers sounding behind him. He sauntered over to April and wrapped his arms around her, lowering his voice to a sultry whisper. “And Mommy looks hot.”

April pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I should go and say hi to everyone before the cake’s brought out.” Her hands slipped from his chest. It wasn’t hard for Matthew to work out that by ‘everyone’, she meant Jackson. She mingled with family and friends, ate one of Joe’s famous almost-cremated burgers, cuddled and cooed at Harriet. From the outside, it looked easy for her. On the inside, it took every ounce of strength she had.

The moment her eyes locked with Jackson’s, Matthew strolled over, one hand placed protectively on the small of her back. Her past and her present stood before her, and the only similarity between them was the brand of beer they were drinking. Jackson removed one hand from the pocket of his grey hoodie to offer Matthew an awkward handshake.

“No Maggie?” April probed.

“We broke up.” Jackson rubbed the back of his shaved head. “A while ago.”

“Oh, sorry.” April scrunched her nose and inhaled sharply.

“Yeah. I was seeing someone, actually – a paramedic – but we, uh…” He glanced at his feet.

“Ah.” April nodded.

“That sucks, buddy.” Matthew smacked Jackson on the arm. It was like this every time Matthew and Jackson met. Awkward. Stunted. A sterile attempt at civility.

Harriet toddled over, held up by Joe. He wiggled her arms to make it look as if she was waving. “Little Miss was chewing her fist, so I think it’s time for cake.” Jackson bent down as Joe handed her over. “I’ll go help your mother in the kitchen.” He smoothed his shirt. “At least I won’t have to call 911 in an emergency.”

“Good luck.” April quipped.

Jackson’s eyes popped, making Harriet giggle. He, April and Matthew burst into laughter. She was the glue that held their paper-thin relationship together.

A discordant rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ drifted from the kitchen as Joe and Karen emerged with a large pink ice cream cake. Jackson bounced Harriet and kissed her wispy hair. A single candle wilted, unlit, in the center. Still, they mimed blowing it out. Matthew stuffed the candle in his pocket before the cake was set down on the patio table. April held Harriet to her hip and pulled up a chair.

“Everybody grab a plate!” She yelled, and the crowd scattered. They returned to the sight of Harriet happily digging her fist into the cake.

When the time came to open Harriet’s gifts, everyone gathered in the living room to watch her grab and teethe on the corners of the boxes. The first gift was from Matthew’s mother, Patricia, who Harriet had dubbed Tee-Tee. Her relationship with April was complicated, but not complicated enough to stop her from spending time with her second granddaughter. Harriet already owned a sensory play set, but still they appreciated the gesture, thanking her with kind eyes.

“Say thank you, Tee-Tee.” April encouraged Harriet, pointing to Patricia.

Harriet’s lips grappled with the word for a moment. Then, an outburst of “Tee-Tee!”

Patricia smiled, walking over to the couch to sweep her palm across Harriet’s hair and press a kiss to the crown of her head. The next gift came from Jackson’s mother, Catherine, and step-father Richard. A beautifully engraved silver piggy bank with a dollar tucked into the slot.

“It’s never too early to start saving. Especially if she’s going to get into Harvard.” She quirked a perfectly curved eyebrow and smiled.

“Catherine!” Richard playfully chided.

“Thank you.” April said again, beginning to feel the words lose their meaning.

Joe and Karen had bought an assortment of farm-related toys and books, which made April roll her eyes. Harriet immediately shoved the rubbery head of a cow into her mouth.

Matthew and April’s gift, a sit-to-stand walker, was yet another addition to Harriet’s collection of pink items. When they had decorated the nursery, Matthew’s only comment was that it looked as though someone had poured Pepto-Bismol over everything. April countered this with the argument that it would encourage Harriet to unapologetically embrace her femininity. Besides, she was sharing the room with Matthew’s daughter Ruby. As usual, he was out-voted by estrogen. So, he buckled under the weight of his love for his three favorite girls.

April heard the subtle hitch of Matthew’s breath beside her. He was smiling, but it was a tight-jawed, forced smile. She knew exactly what – or rather, who - was running through his mind. Karin. Sometimes at night, when April tucked Harriet and Ruby’s blankets into their cribs, she would stare at Ruby, examining every detail of her face. Every faint line on her palms. She felt guilty. Sitting here, watching her own daughter celebrate the milestone that Karin never would. A lump formed in her throat. She reached for Matthew’s hand, but he pulled away. He harrumphed, shifted against the cushions and promptly excused himself. He returned ten minutes later with a glass of water and puffy eyes.

“If you need to take a minute, it’s okay.”

“No, I’m good.”

“Matthew,” April rubbed his arm “take a couple minutes. Get some air. Please?”

He chugged the last of the water and wordlessly agreed, slipping out into the garden. He watched Jackson present April with a hefty 3-in-1 stroller – the one she’d been lusting after for a month. He watched her fumble with its clips to detach the balance bike and plop Harriet onto the seat. He watched another man be the father he would never be. A deep ache spread through him and he leaned against the cool fence, glancing up at the nursery window. He took a long moment to forgive himself for the act of betrayal he was about to commit, then he headed back inside, softly thudding up the stairs. He sat with Ruby for, well, he didn’t know how long, but it was long enough for him to catch a glimpse of Karin. For him to apologize to her with a prayer. Long enough for him to feel guilty for disappearing.

Downstairs, Jackson grabbed another beer from the refrigerator. He turned to April, who was mixing a rum and coke for her mother, and pulled an envelope from his pocket.

“April?” He tapped her on the shoulder. “I know I’ve already given Harriet a gift, but this is something extra. Just a small thing, I promise. I didn’t wanna make a big deal out of it back there.”

“Why?” April ripped the envelope open and her lips parted in confusion. Inside was a receipt for a monthly toy box subscription. “Jackson, what is this?”

“I’m not around all the time. I don’t get to take her to playgroup every week or build blocks with her or read The Velveteen Rabbit. This is my way of being there. I don’t wanna be that guy. The father who slips in and out of his child’s life. I can’t do that to her.”

“Jackson,” April gazed up at him, sharing the sadness in his eyes “you are not your father. If you wanna see her more often, we can work something out.”

Matthew entered the kitchen, dropped his glass in the sink and glared at the two of them. “Sorry for interrupting.” He slunk away.

“Can we?” Jackson quipped.

April rubbed her face and placed the envelope on the kitchen island. “I should get back out there before Dad has another beer and starts doing impressions of farm animals.”

Later, when the house was empty and Harriet had been put to bed messy-mouthed and content, April and Matthew were left to pick up the discarded pieces of wrapping paper and conversation. They sat the dining table, each waiting for the other to speak first. Matthew rolled a beer bottle between his palms as he tried to organize his thoughts. April traced the patterns in the wood-grain, eyes darting up to meet Matthew’s.

“Wanna talk about it?” She prompted, met only with silence. She leaned forward, palm pressed against her cheek. “I know it’s hard, but it would be nice if you let me in every once in a while.”

He replied with a non-committal grunt.

“Say something. Anything. Please, Matthew.” After a beat, she pushed back from the table and walked away. Then, just as she reached the kitchen archway –

“My wife died. What am I supposed to say?”

April’s next breath drained from her mouth. “I’m your wife, Matthew. You’re blinded by grief, not blind.”

Matthew’s head was in his hands, his voice muffled. “I lost Karin, and you saved me, April. You saved me. You know that.”

“Well, it sure doesn’t feel like it.” She snapped.

Every time they fought, April would end up sleeping in a half-empty queen size bed. She woke with a jolt when she felt a cold arm drape across her stomach. They didn’t apologize. They were long past that. They locked eyes and April grazed his cheek with the back of her hand.

“We’ll get through this together. We know each other’s pain, remember?”

“I know.” He pulled her into his chest and hummed against her lips.

That night, in spite of everything, they slept peacefully in each other’s arms.

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[kiwi-bitchez]

Can you do a frat Tom story, where he’s a cocky player and y/n hates him? One day, they get stuck at the campus laundromat together, so they start talking and Tom is actually funny and nice. Y/N lets her guard down and they start kissing. And then Tom takes advantage of the moment and his cocky side turns back on and he starts dominating. He takes her to the back and makes her get on her knees to blow him and he makes her gag for him and he's boasting and dirty talking.

Rinse and Spin

OOF This suggestion is HOT. Thank you!!! Honestly this had me sweating. I tried my best! Requests/suggestions are always open!

Summary: basically above, you and tom get stuck in the laundry room together and some smutty fun ensues. College!AU, Frat!Tom, Lowkey enemies to lovers

Warnings: Smut, mentions of alcohol, mostly smut, it’s all smut. 

College was an exciting new chapter for you. Last year when you started school you were bright eyed and bushy tailed for all the new possibilities and independence that college brings. Living on your own, studying at your own pace, meeting new people, it all excited you. 

However after a few semesters had gone by the excitement slowly wore off and you fell into a regular routine. You didn’t dislike school by any stretch, but you have always been keen on seeing things as they truly are.

One of the aspects of college that had really excited you was the idea that everyone would shed their immaturity from high school and grow up quickly. You hoped to meet people who took school seriously and didn’t have that unattractive immaturity that so many high school boys had.

This was all a fantasy in your head of course. There were still many people who disrespected professors, slept through all their classes, and acted like sixteen year olds who had been finally let loose from their parents. You assumed the freedom and expectations of college would cause everyone to grow up, but a girl can only dream.

The worst was Tom Holland. You had been partnered with him last semester for a group project and he lives up to all your expectations of a typical asshole frat boy.

He never bothered to learn your name, just calling you “babe” or “love” in that cocky way that probably worked on some girls, but not you. You ended up doing most of the project yourself because the idea of meeting up with him outside class seemed unbearable. 

After that it was like you couldn’t stop running into him. At parties, in class, at the coffee shop, he was like an irritating bug that you couldn’t seem to squash.

He was the type of guy who loved being the center of attention. It came as no shock to you that he was the president of some stupid frat on campus, the one that threw the biggest parties. In your eyes frat boys had nothing filling their heads other than cheap beer and objectifying women. You tried your best to stay away from them, but did get dragged to the occasional party. 

You had luckily found a group of friends that lived up to your expectations of mature college students, they were funny and smart and you were lucky to have them. The area you weren’t so lucky with was dating. You had a few hookups at parties but nothing worth writing home about, and most of the boys you met either bored you or fell into the asshole frat boy category.

You look around your small dorm room and decide to straighten some things up. You had finished all your assignments and your friends didn’t get out of class for a few hours, so this seemed like the perfect time to do some laundry.

You toss your dirty clothes into your hamper and head down to the communal laundry room in the basement. You didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas, some loose shorts and a t-shirt sans bra, you figured you’d be back in your room soon enough. 

The door was open a crack, so you slip in and put down your heavy hamper next to an open washing machine. You notice someone sitting across the room out of the corner of your eye, it wasn’t unusual for students to wait for their laundry to finish. 

However, the creeping feeling in your stomach, the way the hair on the back of your neck stood up on end gave away quickly who the figure was. Ugh, Tom. He had headphones on and seemed to be minding his business, so you hoped you could get your laundry in and leave before he noticed you and said some snarky remark.

That was the thing about Tom, you were one of the only girls who didn’t buy into his smooth accent and pretty face. You would call him out for his bullshit and tell him he’s a creep whenever he made a pass at you. You could tell he liked it though, the back and forth of you telling the other how much you despised them, he liked that you could dish it back.

You manage to get your clothes into the washer, but quickly realize that you left your laundry card upstairs. You dig around your wallet for some quarters, coming up with just the right amount. Jamming them into the busted machine you quickly lose hope of them working, realizing you’d have to go back up for your card. 

“Need some help there sweetheart?” Tom asks from across the room.

Your hope of going unnoticed was shattered. Taking in a deep breath you roll your eyes and turn around to face him.

“No thanks sweetheart, machine won’t take my quarters,” you quickly turn back around, hoping that would be the end of the interaction. 

You start to gather your things to head back upstairs when you notice that he’s left his spot and is walking up behind you.

“Here just use mine,” he holds his card out.

“No thanks Holland, not taking any favors from you.”

“Really, it’s no biggie,” he taps the card against the sensor in the machine and pays the $1.25 for your load, “it’s the least I can do after you got me that A on the bio project last semester.” 

You were surprised that he even remembered that. You hold out your handful of quarters to pay him back.

“I don’t want your coins,” he chuckles.

“Well you certainly aren’t getting anything else from me,” you head towards the door, not knowing what to make of that interaction.

You needed the laundry card to swipe the door open, and it had been open a crack when you had come in.

“Hey,” you turn back around, “mind lending me that again so I can open the door?”

He runs up beside you and presses the card against the sensor, getting a little closer to you than you would have liked. The monitor turned red and starts blinking, indicating the card wasn’t working.

He tries again, “Strange, worked just a second ago.”

“Stop fucking with me Tom,” you grab the card from his hand, but it doesn’t work when you try either.

“Why do you always doubt me,” he takes the card back and examines it, “it’s not like I want to be stuck in here with you either.”

“Did you have the card near your phone?” you ask.

He realizes he had put the card back into the wrong pocket after paying for your laundry. The cheap cards are sensitive to technology and can get messed up if they get too close to a phone. 

He takes his phone out of his pocket, “oh my god, of course you’re the type of person who doesn’t put a case on their phone,” you roll your eyes again at him. 

“Guess you’re just gonna have to wait here with me until someone else can buzz us out.” 

“Damn I better start screaming for help then.”

He lets out a chuckle and returns to his seat on top of one of the dryers. You might as well take a seat too, it may be awhile before someone comes to release you from this hell. You hop up onto one of the dryers across the room from him, desperately wishing you had your phone or anything to distract you. 

“Cute shirt,” he comments.

“Shut up,” you realize he was probably commenting on how you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“No, I mean it,” he sounded a little hurt, “that band is really cool.” Referencing the band logo on your tee.

You give him an inquisitive look, trying to read his motives.

“Last summer I worked security at a small concert venue downtown, got into a lot of cool shows for free.” 

You would usually take this as him bragging, but he actually seemed interested in talking to you. He told you about some of the shows he worked at and you told him about the music festival you had gone to. 

After talking like civilized humans for a while he decides to ask, “Why do you hate me so much?” 

“Hmm?” You look up from the hem of your shirt that you had been fiddling with.

“It just seems like you hate me and you don’t even know me.”

“I think I know you well enough to know that we don’t get along.” 

“That’s not true at all, you don’t know the first thing about me!” He got up from his spot and moved closer to you.

“I guess I just don’t want to bother getting to know some egotistical frat boy who thinks every girl wants his dick, you’re just like the rest of them. Even worse, you’re their freaking leader! What do you want me to know about you huh? How much beer you can chug? How many girls you’ve fucked? I’m not interested.” 

“Wow, harsh,” he was actually a little hurt by your comment, but kept the smug grin plastered on his face.

“See, you’re not even listening to me. You just smile and nod until a girl opens her legs for you, so move on cuz I’m not buying it.”

“Oh, you think you’re so high and mighty because you stay cooped up in your dorm room studying like the perfect fucking princess you are,” his tone was mocking, “some of us manage to have fun and get good grades, you’re not special, doll, you’re just a buzzkill. I bet you’ve never even been to one of our frat parties.”

“I’ve been to a few,” you mumble defensively.

“So what, maybe it’s all kegs and tits some of the time, but we also do a lot of really cool stuff too.”

“Oh yeah, like what?” your voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“We do a lot of charity type shit around campus, hosting events and stuff.”

“Charity type shit,” you mocked him. 

“Last semester we did this event where we set up these big tables and just handed out free dildos and condoms and lube,” he started explaining.

“Wow, so charitable, your frat gives out free sex toys to get girls attention, sorry I ever questioned you Mother Theresa.”

“Hey, let me finish,” he puts up his hands, “we were petitioning against campus gun laws. We were trying to make a statement about how some sex toys are against campus rules but there are no gun laws.”

“Oh,” you felt really stupid, “that actually is pretty cool.”

“See, you always are so judgy, if you just listened to me for three seconds then maybe you wouldn’t hate me so much. You just jump to conclusions about people before even talking to them.” 

“I guess,” you turn to him, now sitting next to you on the dryer, “Sorry.”

“See, I like cool music and dildos too, we aren’t so different you and I,” you still wanted to wipe the grin off his face. 

“You don’t know that about me,” you say flatly. 

“Okay well I do know that you are into that one band,” he gestures to your t shirt, “and you are really good at bio… and you do your laundry at weird times of the day…”

You turn to him and lower your eyes, giving him an exasperated look. 

“And I know that you like coconut milk in your coffee, and you always get those chocolate pastry things…”

Your eyes widen a little, realizing how closely he must have paid attention to you to pick up on those things. You let your guard down for a second, giving him the benefit of the doubt for once. 

“And I know that you look really good in just your pajamas,” he nudges your side, “and I know that… you have really pretty eyes…”

His eyes meet yours, and you suddenly felt so vulnerable. 

“Shut up,” you whisper.

“I’m just telling you things that I know to be facts,” he whispers too, his face was very close to yours, and strangely you didn’t mind. 

Your mind went a little fuzzy as you stared into his coffee colored eyes, no longer trying to read him and just appreciating their color. A magnetic pull drew your face to his, almost like something you couldn’t have stopped even if you had wanted to. Before you could even realize it, your lips were firmly planted on his, hands frantically coming up to the sides of his face. 

Tom would be completely lying if he said he knew this would happen. He hadn’t been trying to win you over, smooth talk you like he did to other girls. The two of you had just been having a normal conversation. 

He was taken aback because rarely was he the one being kissed, usually he was the initiator. It only took seconds before he kissed you back, lips moving in synchronicity with yours. Your tongues connected harshly and angrily. He couldn’t tell if you liked him or still hated him, but by the way you felt in his mouth he didn’t care.

Your eyes flutter open, mind finally processing your actions. You harshly pull back, hands quickly moving away from his face and grabbing down onto the edge of the dryer. Your eyes grew wide and a look that could be mistaken for terror flashed across your face.

“Um- I…,” your tongue felt dry and heavy in your mouth, like you were suddenly having an allergic reaction to what you had just done.

You couldn’t come up with anything to say, and before you could his lips were on yours again. He pulled you in by the back of your neck, tongue moving over yours quickly resuming where you had left off.

Neither one of you could reason why this was happening, but it felt too right to care. You let yourself get lost in the kiss, ignoring how crazy and stupid and strange you felt. Suddenly you were leaning back, letting him pin you down against the cold metal beneath you. His hands gripped your sides with purpose and certainty, something you hadn’t ever felt from someone.

His teeth lightly graze your lower lip, pulling it slightly from your mouth. You let out an unexpected whimper, it was quiet and quick but you were sure he had heard. He did. It drove him fucking crazy.

He felt your body writhe underneath him, back arching slightly as his hands slid up your sides. Quickly realizing that the top of a washing machine was not the best place for this, he lifts you up, moving you so you were now straddling his lap.

A small gasp escaped you, surprised at how his strong arms swooped you up so easily. You let your whole body weight sink down onto his lap, pressing your chest tightly against his. Now it was his turn to let out a groan that wouldn’t go unnoticed.

He somehow slides off the machine and stands up, keeping you wrapped up against his torso. He moved with purpose across the small room, slipping into the small back room where no one could see you.

You were lost in the movement of the kiss when you feel your back firmly press against the wall, his body leaning into yours, the kiss getting hotter and wetter. You involuntarily roll your hips towards him, searching for some friction.

“Tell me you want me,” he groans into your mouth.

The way he looked at you like a hungry animal made your breath catch in your throat. His mouth moved to your neck and he buried his head there, kissing and sucking at your soft skin. The haze in your mind cleared for a second of clarity and you spoke with more conviction,

“I refuse to be one of your sexual conquests, Holland,” you continued to roll your hips against his, “You don’t get to tell everyone you fucked some nerdy girl in the laundromat.”

“Our secret,” he moves back to your lips, “but I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you,” your voice shrunk to a whisper.

One of his hands comes up to your chin, angling your head so he has full access to your neck. His tongue works against your pulse point as his hands come down to your things. Your shorts were a thin material, and he could easily feel you through them.

He squeezes your upper thighs, slowly moving up to your hips, pulling you into him.

“Tell me what you want,” your eyes roll back as his hands creep towards your dripping center, “tell me where to touch you.”

“Please,” you felt pathetic, but you press your hips further, trying to make contact with his hand, “I need you to touch me.”

His fingers dance under the hem of your shorts, moving up to your damp underwear.

“Is this all for me?” he says, almost mockingly, “I did this to you?”

You could only moan into his mouth as his fingers slipped into your underwear and moved against your wet folds. You tried to grind into his hand, but his grip on your hip kept you firmly planted against the wall.

“You act like you hate me, but you’ve been dripping for me this whole time haven’t you?”

He slipped a finger into you, curling it perfectly against your inner walls. He could feel you squeeze against him, your arousal starting to cover his whole hand. You couldn’t answer his question, rhetorical in nature, only gasp into his parted lips as he added a second finger.

 He lowers his head to nip at your chest through your thin t-shirt, teeth grazing your nipple through the fabric. You manage to slip out of it, still pressed against the wall, legs shaky under you.

His mouth comes down to attack your chest with bites and hickeys as he continues pumping his two long fingers into you, thumb moving tight circles on your clit. You were slightly embarrassed at how quickly you felt your climax nearing. You had always thought of him as a cocky player, but at least this boy knew exactly what he was doing.

You moan out his name with a slew of profanities, eyes closing tightly. His lips move up to your ear, speaking directly to you as you start to shake under him,

“What is it?” his tone was arrogant and knowing.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon,” you squeak out.

“I’m going to make you come,” his hand suddenly moving faster and harder.

“Mmmhh, yes Tommy, you’re making me feel so fucking good.”

“I want you to come on my fingers, and then I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock with those pretty lips of yours.”

Your moans were getting higher pitched, his words only intensifying how good he was making you feel.

“I bet you’d like that huh. You wanna feel my cock in your mouth?”

You bite your lip and nod, feeling yourself tip over the edge with a cry of his name. His thumb moved quickly against your clit, fingers plunging a little deeper as he felt you contract around him.

You collapse forward, grabbing onto his shoulder, biting down on his skin to silence your own screams. You catch a glance at his face, that stupid cocky smirk still plastered onto him. In this moment you couldn’t bother to care, you could only focus on staying standing as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

When your eyes finally came back into focus, he was pulling his fingers from you and slipping them into his mouth. His thumb brushes across your jaw, migrating to press into your lower lip. You let your mouth slip down onto his digit, your tongue pressing against his thumb.

“Look at you,” he pulls his finger back, dragging your lower lip with it, “so fucking good for me.”

You give him a wide eyed look and start making work of his belt. His cock is hard and firmly pressed against the inside of his jeans. You palm him through the thick material for a second while dealing with the button and zipper.

You sink to your knees, fulfilling his request from earlier.

“Wait, here,” he grabs a towel off of a nearby machine and places it on the ground in front of him, “for your knees, the ground is really hard.”

It made you laugh how he had been so cocky one second and thoughtful the next.

“Thank you,” you say softly as you pump the shaft of his dick, looking up at him with big eyes while bringing your tongue out to lick a stripe up the underside.

His shirt was off now too and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his body was. You had always recognized that Tom was conventionally very attractive, but suddenly he was fucking hot to you.

You swirl your tongue around his tip and watch as his head tips back, causing him to let out a groan. You take his hand and move it to your hair, giving him permission to hold it.

He twists your hair into a makeshift ponytail, brushing the stray pieces back from your face. He grips tightly, pulling a little. You give him a moan and a nod, letting him know it was okay to pull harder.

He moves your head back and forth to meet your movements, hips moving slightly in the process. You gag a little as he hits the back of your throat, but continue bobbing your head, letting him slide down your throat a little every so often.

“Fuck, you look so good on your knees for me, gagging on my cock,” he tightens his grip on your hair, “taking me so well.”

The sight of you on your knees for him, lips wrapped perfectly around his shaft sent shivers down his spine. He watched attentively as his cock slid in and out of your mouth, your saliva leaving a wet trail around his length. What killed him was when you would look up at him through your eyelashes, big doe eyes begging him to fuck your face. 

You dare to move south, taking one of his balls in your mouth as you continue jerking him off. You moan into him as he pulls your hair, vibrations adding to his pleasure. 

“Fuck y/n, you’re fucking dirty aren’t you?” He was a little surprised at how aggressive you were taking him, shoving his cock deeper and deeper down your throat. 

“I bet you’ve thought about this before, being a good girl on your knees for me, taking what I give you.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you flatten your tongue against his shaft, letting his hips do the work. You surely had never thought about him in this way before, that he was wrong about, but you surely would be thinking about sucking his dick all the time from now on.  

You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, swelling a little at the feeling of your tongue. You knew he was close by his grip on your hair and his hip movements. You take him deep down your throat, sucking and lapping up his shaft. 

“I’m gonna come y/n,” he warns you, although you already knew.

You continue to suck vigorously, swallowing his come and continuing to suck on him until his legs are shaking a little under your grasp. He lets go of your hair, which messily falls down around you. You release his dick from your mouth with a pop, admiring your work as it was red and twitching. 

Tom slumps down against the wall and sits on the floor, meeting you at eye level. You look at him for a second, unable to read his reaction. You knew he liked it by the noises he had been making, but he sat across from you running his hands through his hair. 

“What the fuck was all that.”

“I don’t know! You tell me!” you say defensively, “You seemed to like it.”

“Well yeah, you seemed to like it too,” he retorts, “actually, you seem to like it much more than most girls like sucking cock in my experience.”

“What can I say, you have a pretty dick.”

“Only pretty cuz it fits in your mouth so well.”

What were you doing? Was this flirting? You stand up and shake yourself off, walking over to where your clothes had been discarded. You start to slip your underwear back on. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tom jokes, also getting up from the floor. 

“Someone could walk in, plus I have to switch my laundry, gonna need your card again by the way.”

“This is some kind of fucked up trade off if you ask me,” he jokes. 

“Still hate me?” He quips, always cocky.

“Jury’s still out,” you start to move your clothes into the dryer, “I’m gonna need to see more of what you have to offer before I decide.” 

“Well, the dryer takes about an hour and I was hoping to make you come a few more times. Wanna see that pretty look on your face again.” 

You sit up on top of the dryer and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.” 

[thotantics]

⚤   pairing — reader + Park Chanyeol

✎ word count — 6,699

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, public teasing (lowkey), panty kink/smelling (is this even a kink? maybe it’s just My kink but im sure chanyeol would share it tbh), sex in a parking garage, fear of getting caught, switch!yeol, slight choking, gagging, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (always be safe pals), lots of talk ab body fluids

[requested] —  If tumblr ate it, I was suggesting a reaction from Yeol from you discreetly stuffing your panties(that you just slipped out of) into his pocket during a break at the group’s dance practice, right before they get back to work lol everyone’s reactions would be fun if you’re in a mood for them all but Yeol is our baby so I’m most curious about him 💜💜💜🤤💜 @kimkaijong-in

[A/N] — this was supposed to be like under 1k words but clearly a bitch got carried away. im so sorry sdlfkkjdfk but i love this a lot, i think it came out rly great and im so proud i was able to keep coming back to this so easily :’)

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Standing in the bathroom stall, cheeks flushed with heat, you couldn’t stop yourself from dipping a hand down the front of your panties. Watching your boyfriend rehearse always got you all hot and bothered - his big body was a sight, long limbs toned and his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He’d been so focused he hadn’t paid you much attention since you showed up early to pick him up. Naturally, practice was running late, but that was fine by you. You were enjoying the show. Clearly. Perhaps a bit too much.

The slick between your thighs was surprising when you pressed your fingers between your lower lips. You knew you were turned on but, god, was this just how worked up Chanyeol could get you? Entirely unbeknownst to him, too. It was impressive. You didn’t tease yourself too much, just enough that you could gather some of the flood from your heat and press your sticky fingers into your mouth. You smirk to yourself as you suck the taste of your arousal from your fingers, stepping out of your underwear and discreetly tucking them into the pocket of your hoodie.

If you timed it right, the guys would be taking a water break whenever you came back from the bathroom. Sure enough, the last few seconds of the song could be heard through the door as you reentered, and when it shut off and started to repeat again, you spotted Chanyeol in position, double over from exhaustion, hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Let’s take five,” Junmyeon calls, breathing heavy as he thumps Sehun briefly on the back. “Just a bit more and I think we’re done for the day.”

As the group started to disperse, members flopping heavily onto chairs or sprawling out across the floor or rushing over to get water, Chanyeol headed in your direction, one large, sweaty hand coming down on your shoulder as if he needed you to keep him upright.

“You ok?” You ask, smoothing a hand up his chest, his shirt damp with sweat.

“Grab me a water, will you, babe?”

“Sure.” He slumps down against the wall and you cross over the mini fridge, grabbing a chilled bottle of water and handing it back to him before you sit down against in the floor next to him. He drinks deeply, chugging the entire bottle in record time, chucking the empty container to the side carelessly, taking in a lung full of air before he glances over at you with a tired sort of smile.

“You wanna grab dinner somewhere later?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You smile up at him innocently, tucking an arm into the crook of his elbow, your free hand rummaging discreetly in the pocket of your hoodie. You press your damp panties into the pocket of his shorts, snuggling up against his side so he doesn’t realize what you’re doing.

You know you’re successful when he tilts his head down to make eye contact with you, leaning in for a kiss. He’s only after a brief meeting of lips, but you tuck your free hand around to cup the back of his neck, keeping him close enough that you can dip your tongue into his mouth, giving him a taste of what you had in store for him.

Chanyeol pulls back after you swipe your tongue along his lips, leaving the taste of something familiar on the tip of his tongue. Something very familiar. He smacks his lips, tasting the remnants of your arousal that had lingered on your taste buds, brow furrowed ever so slightly as he gauges your impish expression.

His mind is reeling. For half a second he humors the idea that you had some elicit affair in the bathrooms, and blood rushes to his face but he knows that’s not the case. The way you arch a brow expectantly at him, biting playfully at your lip tells him this is something very deliberate on your part, something intended to torture him.

Maybe Chanyeol can be a little over dramatic at times but the very idea that you would slip away just to finger yourself and come back with the taste of your delicious cunt lingering on your lips just to tease him felt like torture instantly.

His face crumples into a silent plea, lips full and pouting, his eyes wide and imploring. “Jagiya?”

“Yes, Yeol?”

He glances around you, making sure nobody is within earshot, and he leans in, forehead bumping into your own, eyes squeezing shut, “Don’t do this to me..”

“I shouldn’t kiss you?” You giggle.

“Not with that dirty little mouth of yours.” He hisses, “Not now.”

“One more kiss and I’ll be on my best behavior until we get back home.” You promise.

He sighs as he tilts his head and leans in with his lips leading the way, crashing down softly against your mouth and pressing his tongue past your lips all too eagerly. It’s faint, but the taste and scent of your pussy juice is undeniable after that first kiss, and the fact that it’s faded so much has him groaning in desperation as he pulls back from your mouth. Already, he’s starved for it.

Sitting there next to you, Chanyeol tries as hard as he can not the think about your wet, tight little cunt, just inches away from his hand resting comfortably on top of your thigh. Luckily the break doesn’t last long, and he’s called away from you to rejoin the others. He’s visibly sulking as he leaves your side, and out of habit he crams his hands into his pockets, dragging his feet as he makes his way to his position in the group before the music starts up.

You can’t help but to smirk to yourself watching as his left hand fumbles for a moment with the present you had stuffed into his pocket. It’s with an innocent frown on his face that he turns around to face the front wall of mirrors, but he’s not looking at you. Instead, he’s looking down into his left pocket, and he’s starting to pull out what he’s discovered.

The lacy red fabric immediately sparks recognition on his face the moment he pulls just half an inch of it out into the light, and you almost laugh at loud at the comical look he gives you - panic mixed with disbelief as he crams your panties back into his pocket in a hurry as the music starts to play. He’s so distracted he’s off beat not even 20 seconds in and gets immediately called out by Baekhyun, who bumps into him. You sit off to the side trying to stifle your laughter, watching as he continues to fumble his way through the choreography.

Eventually, Junmyeon stops and takes him aside, and Chanyeol meets your eyes from across the room as Junmyeon talks to him. He’s seething at this point, pissed that you’d distract him to this extent and especially when he notices the demure smile you offer him from across the room.

“Hey, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Chanyeol insists, hands shoved deep in his pockets, left hand fidgeting with the underwear you’d slipped to him, shoulders squared defensively, “I just need a second to head to the bathroom, my-my stomach’s just off and I’m- I can’t focus. Just…one sec.”

Without waiting for Junmyeon’s response, Chanyeol storms over in large strides where you’re sitting. For a second you think he’s going to yank you up by the arm and drag you off with him, but instead, he waits until he’s close enough, and you stand, and he tells you under his breath, “You’re going to pay for this.”

“I hope so.” You murmur in response, watching his back as he continues out the door.

Chanyeol’s breathing is ragged as he wretches open the nearest bathroom door. He tucks himself into a stall and hurries to pull the offending garment out of his pocket. As if it’s not bad enough that you managed to slip a pair of panties into his pocket, it just had to be these specific ones? Chanyeol had purchased the set for you last Valentine’s Day, a scandalous, skimpy, lacy thong with a matching bra, both see through and blood red. Any time you wore it drove him absolutely mad with desire.

He can feel the dampness in the cotton strip that would settle between your legs, and his mouth goes dry, mind reeling as he recalls the taste that had lingered on your tongue when you kissed him earlier. Chanyeol can’t shake feeling like a pervert as he does it, but he lifts the panties to his face and inhales your scent from them anyway, rubbing his nose against the damp cotton middle, groaning softly to himself as his cock throbs painfully hard against his zipper.

“Shit.”

It’s tough, but he gets his erection under control and manages to leave the bathroom without feeling too awkward. He notices as he reenters the practice room that you’re doing a very good job of playing it cool. You’re sitting in the same spot he left you, fiddling around on your phone while the others wait for him. In his left pocket, he’s got a death grip around your panties, his gaze fixed as he rejoins the group and they move back into their starting positions.

You lock eyes with him as he dances, and Chanyeol barely blinks, he’s watching you so intently. He manages to stay on beat and he doesn’t miss any moves out of sheer determination. The faster that he gets this choreography down, the faster he can be alone with you.

You can see it in his eyes, the urgency that’s building with every passing second, the desperation that consumes him to the point that his body is running on auto pilot. Luckily you had only thought to torment him like this right at the ass end of practice, and the moves he needed to work on were burned into the forefront of his memory. Plus, after the first mishap, running off to the bathroom to inhale the scent of your arousal still clinging to your panties, Chanyeol would have done just about anything to finish up practice so he could just take you home already and punish you for the torture you’d put him through for the last hour and a half.

It’s out of sheer will power and determination that he manages to muscle through the choreography for the last leg of practice. They have a lot more to do but Chanyeol doesn’t have it in him to focus any more on what needs to be done the moment he’s allowed to stop dancing. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Instead, he stalks over to you like you’re his prey, collecting his things and stuffing them into the opposite pocket that your panties are in, then he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you out the door, nodding wordlessly as a goodbye of sorts to the others as he goes.

Chanyeol has every intention of taking you straight home and fucking your brains out but the moment you press your breasts up against his arm as you walk hand in hand, lacing your fingers daintily through his own, much larger ones, he glances down at you only to see sweet, innocent eyes batting up at him adoringly and he throws that plan directly out the window. There’s no way in hell he’ll be able to make it another minute, let alone the short drive back to his place.

He doesn’t make it easy to follow after him, making huge strides with his long legs before he makes his way to the parking garage exit, shouldering it open and making a bee line for his Mercedes. He glances around over the tops of the surrounding vehicles, hand clammy as he holds your wrist, still, a bit too tightly in his haste to get you hurry along with him. When he’s sure you’re alone, he turns, stopping you mid-protest.

“Chanyeol, wait, I don’t wanna-”

His mouth crushes against your lips, your protest falling on deaf ears, breathing heavy into your mouth as he drops his duffel bag to the ground, uncaring, cupping your face with both hands and backing you up until you hit the rear door with a thud. Chanyeol presses his tongue into your mouth, prying open your lips by thumbing at one corner of them until you submit. He crams one leg between your thighs, effectively pinning you against the vehicle, tightly against him, and then his big hands move down the front of your body, brushing over your breasts through your clothes, pawing at you.

“There’s no way I’m gonna last another minute without having you. I just need to see how wet your tight, little pussy is.” He whispers, mouth trailing hot down your throat. “I just need a taste, baby.”

Before you can protest, he’s on his knees and shoving your jeans down your thighs. It doesn’t give him very easy access to the part of you he’s after, your thighs smushed together but you’re aching for him, soaking wet and he’s staring you down like he’s going to eat you alive right here out in the open.

Breathing heavy, you watch as he spreads you best he can with both thumbs despite pinning your thighs together with your jeans, parting your lower lips delicately with his thumbs, his lips pressing a tender kiss at the cleft of your pussy before he licks a fat stripe up your center.

“Fuck..”

He grunts, diving in deeper, licking you more fully this time. You watch, a hand flying up to clamp over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, as he licks, greedily swallowing the taste of you. His eyes, previously shut, fly open and meet your own, and he pulls back a breath away from your cunt to murmur huskily up at you, lips brushing your throbbing, slick skin as he speaks, “You fuckin’ taste so good, baby. I can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, split you wide open on my big cock.”

His tongue laves out against you again, slurping obscenely, so loud you know if anybody’s in the vicinity, they could hear. The sounds are echoing around the concrete walls, and he’s shameless in his venture, mouth open and tongue flicking slow and precise right against your most sensitive spot.

“Ch-Chanyeol,” You hiss in warning, voice trembling. “Take me home.”

“You little tease,” He pulls back again, lips and chin glistening, to stuff a finger up into your cunt roughly, the single digit so long and thick, your muscles clamping down around it. “You think I’m just gonna do whatever you say? You think you deserve that?”

You’re about to argue that someone, anyone, could catch you in the act but before you can open your mouth to speak, the unmistakable sound of voices growing closer cuts you off.

Chanyeol reacts faster than you, frozen in fear, eyes wide and pussy exposed. He stands and hurries to fumble in his pocket for his car keys, unlocking the Mercedes and manhandling you safely into the spacious back seat. He follows after you just as a group of three young men walk past his car, not paying him any attention as he shuts the door, and you’re so thankful his windows are so darkly tinted to keep you hidden in this moment.

As the three people walk right on past, heading to their destination, you stare wide eyed at your boyfriend, who’s breathing heavy and trying to keep himself in check. The change in lighting now that you’re in his car makes the slick on his lips shine at this angle, and you reach out affectionately to wipe his face off with your hand. He catches it, one massive hand wrapping around your wrist once more and he presses your first two fingers into his mouth, silently sucking while you watch, eyes lidded, heart thundering.

It’s debauched and far too risky, but Chanyeol doesn’t care, moving to lean over you, effectively forcing you onto your back in the backseat, his big hand forcing your fingers, slick with his spit, down the front of your panties.

Mouth falling open in a silent moan, you maintain eye contact as the sound of the people you heard finally fade away. Chanyeol drags a heavy finger down your slit from your sensitive nub, pressing two of your own fingers inside of yourself.

Chanyeol smirks at you, entirely amused as he encourages your movements with pumps of his fingers steadily drawing your own in and out of your wet cunt. He bites at his lip, chuckling darkly at the look on your face, then he murmurs to you in the silence, “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Right here.”

You shake your head rapidly. He nods. You pout.

“Just take me home.”

“No. You did this, now be quiet and take it like a good girl.”

He presses a finger of his own inside of you along side the two of yours, effectively stretching you open and shutting you up. Nearby, someone’s car starts and Chanyeol leans in after you jump in surprise at the sound being so close by, mouth against your ear.

“You’ve been bad, baby. Consider this your punishment.”

You mean to tell him again to just take you home and fuck you, because you know this parking garage is about to get busy with the evening shift ending. More voices come from farther away and you squeeze your eyes shut tight. You’re doing your best to completely block them out, blushing furiously as Chanyeol easily tugs your jeans the rest of the way off and exposes your tits from over the top of your shirt.

Chanyeol runs a circle round one of your nipples with his tongue, mirroring the movement of his fingers circling your clit at the same time. He smirks up at you, grazing your nipple with his teeth.

“You’re the worst.” You groan down at him quietly.

“You deserve it.” He huffs in response, “Making me crazy like this.”

Pressing at your entrance, he teases you with shallow dips inside, flicking his two middle fingers back away from you, teasing you with the least amount of pressure he could manage while his teeth sink into a sensitive spot at the center of your cleavage.

Your hips buck up into his hand, seeking to draw his fingers into you deeper but he continues to tease, dipping in not even to the first knuckle and withdrawing while he sucks an angry red hickey into the center of your breasts. You gasp and moan, hips rolling under him, your hands flying up and gripping onto his hair, holding him close while you writhe under him.

“If you keep making noises like that someone’s gonna hear you.” Chanyeol mumbles against your skin, placing a tender kiss over his love bite before he drops down lower. It’s a cramped area but his backseat is large enough to accommodate even his long limbs as he shifts down half way into the floor, half way leaning over the seat he has you sprawled on, and he kisses the inside of your thigh.

Each hungry press of his lips on your skin draws him nearer and nearer to where you’re aching for him to be. His lips graze the fold of your leg, tongue coming out and licking up it in such a way that has your pussy throbbing. He hums, nuzzling closer, but the moment his lips touch your core, he pulls his head back, eyes blazing.

“Hey..” You protest weakly, watching in confusion and disappointment as he sits upright, his hands moving to the front of his baggy shorts. It’s a little bitter, the way you accept him right away, denying you oral sex. Maybe you did deserve it. A little. Besides, it’s not like you’re really going to protest if he wants to stick it in you really quickly. Your muscles clench just thinking about it, and god knows you’re already wet enough to take him in easily.

Chanyeol’s thick palm rubs over the tip of his dick, smearing precum down the shaft and lubricating himself with it, his eyes locked on yours, chest heaving. You grab onto your breasts, fingers toying desperately at your nipples, hips thrusting up to graze the head of his dick as he strokes it slowly.

He always makes you feel small when he mounts you like this - big body hunched over, one hand tucked down to guide his cock home towards your center. His shoulders shroud you in darkness, concealing your almost fully nude body in shadows, protecting you from anything that it’s the backseat of his Mercedes. You forget all about the parking garage, about any other people coming or leaving, you forget about everything except the way he’s dragging the blunt tip of his cock through your folds.

Rubbing your wetness top to bottom and back again, he slicks your puckering asshole and your swollen clit alike before he lines himself up at your cunt, letting his upper body fall over you some as he moves both hands on either side of your head. It’s with practiced precision that he enters your heat.

Chanyeol groans like a grizzly as he sheaths himself, and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to being speared by him before he’s moving within you. It’s a deep push inward and a slow drag out with his hips, like he’s unable to stop the movement, his lips falling into the crook of your neck to fog up your skin with his breath as he gasps against you.

“Shit,” He hisses, “Feel so good, baby.”

He pushes himself up away from you, keeping most of his weight on his legs and lower back so he’s buried heavily and deep inside, and he lifts your outside leg, hooking your knee over the inside of his elbow.

“That ok?”

“Yeah.” You murmur, fingers dancing along the muscle in each of his thighs, taut and flexed as he begins to move again, this time quicker and harder. You’re so worked up, you feel the beginnings of an orgasm fluttering in your lower belly embarrassingly fast. Chanyeol grunts and his jaw flexes as he stares down at the way his thrusts make your tits bounce enticingly. His free hand reaches for one, gripping one nipple between two fingers as he massages the fullness of your breast.

He’s relentlessly driving you towards an orgasm, you feel it building and building and you’re about to burst, cunt pulsating around his pistoning cock until you’re unable to keep yourself quiet anymore. Moans fall from your lips uncaring who could hear, who could be walking right past his Mercedes.

“Hngh, Chanyeol, fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m-”

He cuts you off, a hand smothering your desperate cries with his palm, covering half of your face with his big hand. “You gonna cum on my cock, baby?” He asks you quietly, voice dropping an octave as his eyes flash down at you. You nod, clinging to his forearm as you breathe desperately through your nostrils.

“Yeah?” He asks, slamming his hips harder, driving you euphorically towards your end. “You don’t fucking deserve to cum on my cock yet, baby.”

You don’t even register his words until after he’s withdrawing himself from you and stuffing his slick, throbbing cock back into his underwear and pulling his shorts back up around his waist. He’s breathing heavy and avoiding eye contact with you, glancing around the parking lot to make sure the coast is clear.

You’re left laying on your back, leg cocked up, foot resting against the headrest of the passenger seat, pussy leaking and mind spinning with ravenous thoughts of need and desperation.

He opens the door of the car and shocks you to your senses, and it’s as you bolt upright, trying to save your decency and hide your nether regions that you realize what it was he had said to you. Chanyeol walks around the back of the car, adjusting himself, wincing as he walks, and you follow him for a moment before your head whips around, paranoid, looking to see if anybody is near. There’s not a soul in sight besides the two of you right now, but you feel shame sinking into your stomach at the thought that there were very likely any number of people nearby when you were being loud just moments earlier.

Chanyeol hops into the passenger seat and buckles his seat beat, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror. “Are you gonna ride back there? Buckle up.”

“What?” All the blood has rushed completely out of your head, your brain feels hung over and foggy and oh, so frustrated.

“Get up here, then, babe.” He chuckles at you, fishing his keys out of his pocket and starting the car. He turns the air on, blasting you in the face with coolness that seems to help wake you back up a little bit more. You shimmy into your jeans, trying to ignore how uncomfortably slippery you are between your legs as you climb over the middle console and into the passenger seat awkwardly.

Chanyeol waits, watching carefully until he sees that you’re safely fastened into the car before he throws it into drive and pulls out of his spot. You don’t speak for a while, staring out the windshield and ignoring the throbbing in your core, until he’s out of the garage and on the main road heading towards his place.

“You seriously did that to me?” It’s rhetoric question, you don’t need an answer to but Chanyeol speaks up, laughing in a mischievous, croaky sort of way.

“Yes, I did. Don’t you think you should earn the privilege of cumming on my cock?” He comes to a complete stop at a red light and turns to look at you, expecting an answer, but you scowl at him in silence instead. He smiles.

The light turns green and he pulls out onto the main road. It won’t be too long of a drive before he makes it to his place, but you’re angry and there’s only one thing on your mind, that just so happens to be laying thick and rigid in his lap.

He’s not at all expecting it when you unbuckle your seat belt, the little “ding! ding! ding!” alerting him to the fact that you were taking it off before he glanced over to see you shifting up to sit on your knees in the passenger seat.

“What are you doing??” He’s instantly argumentive about it, frowning in your direction every couple of seconds, trying to focus on the road. “Put your belt back on!”

You don’t listen, hands shoving down the front of his shorts just enough that his cock springs free, and even in the midst of him chanting, “Aish! No, nonono, stop! Jagiya~ don’t, it’s not safe, heyhey no don-”

His protests stop the moment he feels the velvety warmth of your mouth around his cock. He lets out a choked groan, thankful for the upcoming red light that he’ll be able to stop the car for a few seconds. You feel the deceleration and take the opportunity to position yourself so you’re more comfortable, leaning over the middle console is painful on your tits no matter how you lay, so you opt to lean across one of your arms to cushion yourself, mouth drooling over his dick as you reposition.

Chanyeol stares down at the back of your head, leaning down further in his seat in an attempt to see your mouth around him but before he can get a good view, the car behind him honks, and he glances up in a panic to see that the light had turned green. He pressed a little too heavy on the gas and floored it on accident, causing you to lurch down farther on his cock, gagging as his length crammed farther down your throat than you were prepared to take him.

He moans loud, throbbing and leaking precum that drags across your bottom lip as you pull off of him entirely to take in a ragged breath. You glance up at him, murmuring in a patronizing tone, “Be careful, Yeol.”

“You fuckin’ be careful!” He snaps, hand shaking as he moves it from the steering wheel to signal a right turn.

You know that means he’s nearly home, so you grin, ducking back down and attempting to swallow him whole on purpose this time. He reaches the back of your throat and you begin to gag, but you relax your muscles, opening up to slide him farther back until your nose is against his pubes. Your eyes are watering and Chanyeol’s hips buck just the smallest bit.

You’re going at it hands free, bobbing up and down in his lap, trying to avoid bumping your head on the steering wheel, but Chanyeol graciously shifts his seat back a few extra inches to ensure your safety at least in whatever way he can manage. Once he’s off of the highway and driving on smaller roads he’s more comfortable in, he threads one hand in your hair and drives easily with the other. His grip starts off tender but it’s as you get him nearer to busting down your throat that his touch is forceful and almost mean.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut.” He groans, making another right turn into his usual parking spot outside of his apartment. Once he’s safe in another parking garage, shrouded by almost complete darkness save for the street lights flooding in from outside, he leans his chair back even more, his grip on your hair punishing as he drags you off his cock and to his mouth, kissing you wet and sloppily before he shoves you back down on his dick, gagging you on purpose.

You’re fully prepared to let him cum down your throat, sucking him in earnest and for some reason, now that he’s not where he works anymore, perhaps? You feel less exposed now that he’s so close to home. You’re noisy as you go at it, slurping and sucking, moaning around the shaft of his dick, leaning farther over the middle console and reaching one hand out to press forward into the front of his shorts and massage his heavy balls. He needs to cum, you can tell by the weight of them. He needs to empty himself bad and it’s all you care about, to drain him until he’s sated.

It takes a lot of self restraint, but you pull away from him and wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, locking eyes with him, “Do I deserve it yet?”

His eyes flash like he’s gonna get pissed for half a second but you smile and he softens immediately, shoulders slumping, cock throbbing in his lap, still exposed. “Let’s go find out.” He chuckles, stuffing himself back in his pants and hurrying out of the car.

Once again, you find yourself being dragged along behind him. He’s like a kid almost, the rush of excitement coursing through him so intensely that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You find yourselves giggling and playing along the way, teasing him with tickling hands across his torso as he tries to key in the code to get in the apartment, bumping into walls as you round the corner and head for the stairwell that leads to his apartment. He keeps shushing you, but in doing so he’s louder than your laughter, so you clamp a hand over his mouth, laughing breathlessly into the front of his shirt, leaning heavily against him while he fumbles to slip the key into the lock and open his front door.

You duck under his arm and dart inside in a flash, hands moving to the bottom hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head in a quick motion. Chanyeol barely has time to lock the door behind him before he’s turning eagerly to watch you strip. You’re bent over, shimmying out of your jeans, when he dramatically staggers back into the door with a thump.

He hits his knees and scoots over to you on them, eyes big and pleading as he looks up at you, hands reaching to grasp your hips, smoothing them around to grip your ass.

“Oh, baby..” He groans quietly, burying his face into the softness of your stomach. “Finally.” He nuzzles a few kisses against your skin, sweet in contrast to the way he gagged on you on his cock moments ago, or the way he cruelly denied your orgasm.

Smiling, you thread your fingers through his hair affectionately as he kisses his way down to your pussy, moaning in between each kiss before he kisses right at the cleft of your sex. You tug lightly on his hair, making his eyes look up at you, tongue coming out to stroke flat against your clit.

“I think it’s time you stop playing around, babe.” You tell him, biting at your lower lip while his tongue spreads you open, mouth sucking and swallowing the taste of your flooded opening.

He nods his head against you, but otherwise doesn’t respond verbally except to moan when you tug on his hair harder. You pull him back away from you, ducking down, capturing his glistening lips in a searing kiss. Regardless of how tortured he felt by your little games today, you had felt just as tormented, just as needy and desperate for him as he had become for you. The tension building in your lower stomach thrumming, throbbing in your core and you were over playing games and teasing at this point.

After a brief, messy kiss, you tuck one hand around his throat, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, eyes wide as he stares up at you. “Fuck me, Yeol. Now.” To emphasize the final word, you squeezed, just enough to have his mouth falling open in a silent gasp, just hard enough to take his breath away for half a second before you let him go.

“Yes, baby.” Chanyeol’s voice is breathy as he scrambles to stand, following after you like a lost puppy as you turn on your heel and head to the bedroom. He catches up easily with his long legs, arms wrapping around your middle, holding your back to his chest, pressing his erection into your lower back with a groan before you turn in his embrace.

You both make quick work of getting him out of his clothes; he lifts his shirt while you shove his shorts and boxers down all in one sweeping motion, and when you straighten back up, he lifts you, tucking you around his waist as he crawls onto the mattress with you under him, kissing at his neck.

He manages to roll his hips and angle you under him just right so that he can slip inside of your cunt easily, hands free. You both groan in tandem as he bottoms out.

Your body responds to his instantly, clenching around his cock as if you were afraid of losing this feeling before you reached your peak. Chanyeol’s hips press forward, dragging out to the tip before diving back in and then snapping against you, sticking you hard each time with his rigid, throbbing member.

He’s quicker than usual in this position, slumped over you, back hunched, face buried in your neck. Usually he fucks deep and slow but the desperation has built in him and he’s rocketing into you with as much speed and force as he can generate, grunting and panting and fogging up your skin.

You hold your breath, focusing on the way he feels and the way he sounds, losing yourself in the feel of his body weight crushing down on top of you slightly, constricting your lungs from filling up all the way, aching in your ribs and aching deep, deep in your womb.

He pulls back before it gets to be too much, as if he senses your discomfort long before it comes to you, hands caressing your face, lips pressing against your eye lids before he tells you in a low tone, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.” You gasp.

Chanyeol pulls back enough to look down at your eyes, never ceasing his movements as he asks, “Can you ride me?”

You’re more than happy to, albeit unwilling to let him slip out, so you tuck your legs around his waist, locking his feet at the top of his ass and he flips you over and sits up, keeping himself in you until you adjust your legs on either side of him, then he scoots, dragging you on top of him up the mattress until his head is rested on the pillow, stacking both of them up so he’s propped up into a more reclined position.

The moment you start to grind on his cock, hands planted on his chest, Chanyeol gets loud. He loves watching you fuck him, but after a night like this one it feels particularly desperate, the way he moans and ruts up against you. You relish in the sounds he’s making, fingers threading in his hair, drawing his mouth to your breast. His lips kiss gently at a puckered nipple before his tongue lolls out, licking a tight circle around the bud before he latches onto it and sucks.

You keep fucking him, the walls of your pussy clenching him tight while you grind down hard, giving friction to your swollen, needy clit. Alternating between grinding and bouncing on his cock, you focus on his mouth, watching the wet licks of his tongue on your nipple, the way his lips pucker and look all the more pink and delicate as he sucks your breast. It’s overwhelming, and sends you hurtling, once more, straight for a much needed orgasm.

“Aish!” He cries out, squeezing his eyes shut, hips bucking up to meet your thrusts but he’d wild, sloppy, so very desperate that he throws you off rhythm. “Fuck, fuck, just like that..” He gasps, words spilling out over your tit, bruised by his insistent kissing, licking, sucking, one hand gripping your opposite breast while the other squeezes your ass, keeping you tight against him.

“Make me fucking cum,” You gasp, “Fuck, please…please..” Your eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the wet slap and squelch that fills the room, the way your boyfriend is desperate panting, wheezing each breath that comes out in hot puffs against your tits, tongue still stroking, lips still sucking. It’s a desperately animalistic meeting of skin, quivering and clenching and throbbing, sloppily coming together in rough, pulsating waves until the tension finally snaps.

You cum first, blood rushing through your ears, pounding in your veins as your pussy rhythmically squeezes and releases in hot gushes over Chanyeol’s cock. You roll your hips, jerky and simpering, your whole body responding to the orgasm, head throw back and toes curling.

The feel of you cumming on his cock sends him over the edge, mouth still on your breast and half way sobbing, “I love you so fucking much..”

It’s a euphoric laugh that sings out of you, your eyes opening to watch as he cums noisily, head falling back on the pillow, planting his feet and jerking up into you to fill you up to the hilt with his cum.

“I love you, too, baby.” You coo down to him, rocking your hips nice and slow to ride out both of your highs together, a hand stroking soothingly down his chest. “Did that feel good? Hm?” He nods wordlessly at you, eyes squeezed shut, “You came so much.” You giggle.

“Did I fill your pussy up?” He asks, voice hoarse as his eyes open, bleary and tired, to see you nod your head, looking down at the mess of sex fluids leaking between where you’re still connected. He smiles wearily, eyes fluttering shut again, “Good. You definitely, definitely deserved it.”

[popculturebuffet]

Loud House Reviews: The Loudest Thanksgiving

It’s almost Thanksgiving! And a vastly diffrent one than in recent memory: Most of us are slimming down family gatherings to just whose in our house, you know because theirs a pandemic going on and it’s not worth risking your life for it. To those either guilting their families into it or doing so because MAGa or some such I only have this to say. 

Speaking of Black Friday i’ts spread over a week and it’s cyber deals mean I got a ton of graphic novels for a dollar a piece and my christmas shopping almost done. So in other words, boo Maga, yay safe and responsible captalisim.  But while the holiday may be diffrent, as well as the pseudo holiday attached that spawned a wonderful musical and many many injuries, one thing stays the same; Holiday Episodes. And despite being the less popular of the three holidays, Thanksgiving still produced tons of great holiday episodes and specials. And with everything being so busy I simply didn’t put too much thought into what to do for Turkey Day.. well okay the day proper i’m going to eat, spend time with family and watch a bunch of mystery science theater 3000, stay the course even in these troubling times, just with only the 4 other people who live in my house. But in terms of episodes I thought i had nothing.. then I started actually thinking on it and what do you know I have three things I want to do for the holiday, though one might wait till next year, and possibly a fourth. But given my workload currently, i’m not one to back away from a challenge, so welcome to a three or four course meal of reviews. First course: The Loud House thanksgiving special, the loudest thanksgiving.  I originally wasn’t going to do this one, mostly because due to my large workload and constant battle with procastination, I keep having to push back the latest episode review, and I have to do that one soon, as there’s a new episode in december and a christmas episode i’ve put off watching for far too long , as I INTENDED to watch eleven louds a leapin for every chirstmas up till now and never got to it before the season was over.  But just like elven louds.. Nick forced my hand.. and by that I mean the SPINOFF got a thanksgiving episode that’s also a sequel in some fashion to this episode. If I wanted to cover that episode this thanksgiving or the next I had to at least watch the original. And frankly, this close to the holiday there was no reason not to review it. So with that out of the way. 

Let’s Get At Er. This is The Loudest Thanksgiving... after the break

The Loudest Thanksgiving takes place during season 3, and still pre-casagrandes spinoff launch despite the christmas special taking place earlier. This is actually easy to explain: The Loud House runs on Comic Strip time... i.e. the characters don’t age unless the writers decide they do. But while the spinoff was in motion at this point, it was still a season off airing wise, and ill advised raitings stunt mini series wise, so in order to keep the Casagrandes fresh in people’s minds presumably, they did a crossover that at this point wasn’t a crossover but now technically is because the show exists but this existed before the show. 

It’s just a show, and I should really just relax. Point is this is a pre-crossover crossover, the two families meet for the first time, the man already said pitter patter, let’s get back at er.  So we open with Flip serving as our magical snowman narrator and regaling us with the tale of steven. Every compastionate can you imagine it... and i’m fucking with you, it’s of course abotu that time the louds and the casagrandes tried having thanksgiving together. 

We then cut to Lori and Bobby being all cute, as usual, and both talking over the phone as each show off their thanksgivings to each other and the enusing family shenanigans. On Lori’s side Lynn is wearing baggy pants so she dosen’t miss the game or the meal by going to the bathroom.. because that’s how pissing yourself works. Look if your going to do something that gross, stupid and broish just woman up and wear an adult diaper. The twins are guarding Lynn sr and the food, poorly, and Lisa has invented a Gravy Squriting robot. I can only see this ending one way. 

Yeah those single function robots really get useless once the exestnetial crisis kicks in. 

On the casagrandes side, Rosa is likewise guarding her kitchen, Frida is painting and Hector plans to sernade eveyrone because Hector is the best and you all should know that. Even with the recent Bobby Abuse he’s still awesome. As for the Mercado, CJ and Ronnie Anne are running the annual canned food drive because CJ is better than the best and should really be used more often.  Both wish they could be there.. and both honestly talk about possibly spending thanksgiving with each other and just one of their family. It’s not a wild proposition: Both are going to college soon, both are in a longterm relationship.. they plan to get married down the line for now. If things hold they will eventually have to figure this out. Of course rather than fate let them figure this out themselves, Hector overhears on Bobby’s end and Lincoln, whose busy A Clock Work Oranging himself so he can stay awake during dinner, overhears on Loris, leading to an emergency family meeting for both sides.  Both families are worried their prospective teenager going to another house of their longterm significant other for one year will mean they get all the holidays. Having never had a relationship last long enough to worry about this, I don’t quite get it as in my experince watching couples juggle this.. they usually just alternate years, spoilers the solution the episode goes with, or trade off christmas and thanksgiving, both fair solutions. Buuut as much as this bothered me at first the more I thought about it the more it actually made sense: People.. aren’t always rational and won’t always do the smart or correct thing, especially when it comes to their children. And with Lori leaving college and the casagrandes being togehter for thanksgiving for the first time in about 5 years, with both ronnie anne and her mom not having had a proper one in some time due to her mom needing to work thanksgiving, presumibly because of the eternal curse of gravy chugging contests, they have valid emotional reasons to go a bit nuts and do some irrational and assholish things. They just don’t want to loose their big sister and big brother, and that’s fair. It may not be at all accurate but it’s fair. 

So thus began the great Guilt Off of 2018. ON the Loud side they START with a fairly soft pitch, the twins simply offer her food early, and she takes it because honestly I would too. Then again, i’d also take free food in just about any situation, so i’m not really a good gage for this. As long as it’s not poision i’ll probably eat it if it’s free. The next two are a little.. less subtle, with the kids talking about Lori’s roll in the annual thanksgiving skit.. which I’m assuming is soley for Lynn Sr. as no one else seems to be going to their thanksgiving. Which granted theirs valid explinations for why their neighbors didn’t go, the mcbrides and mr grouse have their own families and while Mr Grouse rarely gets to see his, he now has neighborly friends after the last holiday special happy to help. But Pop Pop.. makes no sense as his girlfriend, the only plausable reason he wouldn’t be there, was said to not have much family in her debut. So he’s just.. absent from thanksgiving for no reason. Thena gain we later find out this play is movie length, so maybe he was just trying to escape that which in that case, who can blame him. Rita almost reigns things back in with the mother’s trump card: parental guilt. Almost. She then almost crushes lori’s hand but it’s funny enough.  At the Casagrandes, their opening move is largely the same only Rosa wins in terms of execution, cooking up some of bobby’s faviorites to specificially target him. Frida paints him into a painting, again the Casagrandes win his one in terms of effort. They do tie in the last bit, as Maria and Ronnie Anne try the same sort of guilt slining with the same bone crushing.  Eventually both teens get fed up with the next bit; For Lori, Lucy gives her a long overdramatic poem about an empty chair which is easily tied with one bit later for best bit of hte episode.. which granted when I can only think of two or three gags that really made me laugh...

Bobby likewise gets Hector telling the story about a realitvie not going to thanksgiving. Both get angry.. which for Lori, isn’t all that suprising, if entirely warranted. For Bobby though? It’s like pissing off a dolphin. IT’s hard to do and very much not something you want to actually pull of. Both families are forced to admit they eavesdropped, and are incredibly worried about this whole situation, with Lynn Sr selling lincoln up the river for telling them... this man’s capacity for selling out his children is as awe insprising as it is truly pathetic. 

So the two teens go back to their rooms to figure something out and come upon a reasonable solution: just have one of the families host and both come to it. That’s more than fair. But given we still have a full special to pad out, both families are still treating this like a competion: while the louds win the coin toss, both sides are determined to win thanksgiving. IT’s far from the most insane contest i’ve seen this month, x of swords was happening and i’ve seen a russian yank a goblin out of the demonic alligator skin he was using as a puppet. And we don’t know for sure Arrakoa and Krakoa didn’t have a trial over a baby turkey being adorable as one of the challenges. Other challenges included getting drunk, an eating contest, telling someone to murder a kitten and a wedding, all of this is actual stuff that happened in this recent crossover, I have made up nothing. 

So after the break and Flip realizing oh shit the audience is back, the war begins. The Louds are preparing for war, with Lola putting out a picture of herself instead of bobby and laurie because of course.. still not a half bad gag. The Casagrandes arrive and in in a passive agressive move that was already done a year before this special by Brooklyn Nine Nine and better, brought their own food.. though the roast pig is a nice and unique touch. Points for that.  And this.. is where the special gets tedious. Yeah while the IDEA of this episode was really good and I was excited to cover it in practice it’s just similar gags on both sides done for both halves: The first being “let’s guilt them into staying” and the second being “Let’s one up each other” with only two bits really working: Frieda having a painting and the louds annual skit.  And the skit is because it raises a LOT of questions: Why is it 90 minutes, who played the adorable turkey in the years between babies? Was it just whoever was youngest? Who wrote this? Who is this for besides Lynn Sr and Pop Pop? Who all has sat through this thing at some point? Is that why the mcbrides don’t come over for thanksgiving? It’s just.. fantastic is what i’m saying.  

But otherwise this part is just the family trying to one up each other with food, or toasts, or song, before devolving into a big fight. What makes it not work is.. there isn’t a lot of personality there. You have these two big, plentiful, intresting casts, even at this stage with the Casagrandes far less established and fleshed out. And instead of finding interesting ways for them to play off one another meeting for the first time, and to use that to also flesh the characters out more for the inevitable spinoff, it’s just 

For most of the second half. Thankfully it DOES manage to bring things around as after things degenerate into a food fight, the families decide to just ASK the two of them where they want to go.. and find them entirely missing.  It then turns out, in a nice twist, this is where Flip came in. Since his place is the only place open 24/7 and 365, barring fishing season, Bobby and Lori fled here to flee their insane families.. who then follow them there because Carlos and Lisa have them chipped. I was suprised at first Carlos had a tracker on bobby but honestly, i’ts just common sense. The man is like a golden retriver in a man’s body. Here’s an artists interpretation

Both families breifly bicker before Lori and Bobby announce their starting their own family thankgiving with blackjack, and hookers. They really shouldn’t of let Flip in on the brainstorming session. Both families don’t want that, and apologize, admitting they just didn’t want to loose them and both genuinely offering to let the other have them next year. Flip, who despite having a “pay for my colonoscopy jar” with a picture of his ass on it, is somehow the voice of reason and just suggests trading thanksgivings every year, everyone accepts, and we do get a genuinely heartwarming ending of both sides gathering everything for a gas station thanksgiving. Honestly reminds me of king of the hill’s airport episode, but in a very good way and still unique enough circumstances to work.Also Flip, of all people, donates the cans needed to finish the can drive.. granted i’m not sure if they WANT any of that meat, but hey, he meant well and it made me really like the character.  We get a heartwearming duet between hector and luna and sono the whole family and we’re out. 

Final Thoughts: This was disapointing. I’ve listed most of my complaints already, but overall it wasted a good premise of two families coming together, and even the feud parts could’ve been funnier. As it is it’s just.. ehhhhhhhhhh. It has some good parts, and bobby is an angel here on earth as always. But the whole just feels padded. Like this was SUPPOSED to just be 11 minutes, got bumped up, and thus here we are. It’s not the worst Loud House has done, i’ve seen and heard of muccch worse, but for a holiday special it just feels stale and i’ve seen way better thanksgiving specials. And i’ll be getting to that.  If there’s an episode of a cartoon you’d like me to cover, just pop in my ask box or dms and you can comission a review for 5 bucks a piece. Discounts on bulk, 15 for movies. Until then , happy thanksgiving.

[technohumanlation]

Whumptober day 11

The ever so lovely @whumptober2019 made a list of prompts to complete every day for the whole month of October and I’m giving a shot at it this year! 

As always read what you can handle and do not read if you are squimish to any of the warnings.

Stitches

Characters: Gavin Reed, Nines

Warnings: blood, swearing, alcohol

This one was another one that was fun to write ;) Mood setter: “No Good” by Kaleo

Gavin was knocked back into the bar, the bar stools falling from his drunken flailing. His head snapped backward before he looked to the man standing before him. He splayed his arms out to his sides, making it a show of wiping his thumb across his split lip.

"You're barking up the wrong tree, ass-wipe," Gavin smirked.

“Could have said the same when you opened that fat mouth of yours.”

“Sorry, I just thought you were my type.”

Gavin launched himself at the burly man before him, a firm blow being delivered across his jaw.

Just next to him, sitting at the bar, Nines sat nursing his glass of chilled thirium. An exasperated sigh left the android. His LED remained a cool, calm blue.

“Does he...normally do this?” The bartender asked with a raised eyebrow seeing as the android wasn’t making a move to stop the human from destroying half of the bar.

Nines flicked his eyebrows up past his messy bangs. He took the risk of actually setting his hair differently than from the norm. Just for tonight, he wanted to be pretty for his human partner. And to think, it was all for waste. “...Afraid so.” He murmured. He chugged the last of his drink down before he fished in his pocket for Gavin’s credit card he had taken.

A precaution that was taken to prevent the human from buying most of the bar.  

He slid it towards the older man that flicked nervous eyes to the brawling men. A crash of glass had Nines causally looking over his shoulder.

Gavin growled, flicking sweaty bangs from his forehead as blood poured from the deep cuts across his face.

“Should I...call the cops?” He took the card and made the transaction with slow, careful motions.

Other patrons of the bar were looking upon their entertainment for the night with a mix of humor, disgust, and worry.

Nines turned back to the bartender and had to bite his tongue. They were the cops. "Ah, no, that won't be necessary. Tip included on that, please." He took the offered card back. "Whatever for your troubles, I'm sure he would want that."

“Uh, huh.”

Nines stepped off from the barstool and made his way towards his partner, who was resting on the dirty floor for now. His energy was very much well spent. A few rounds of good whiskey and no doubt a few firm blows to the head and gut did that to a man. He tilted his head, observing the other human. He was looking far worse than the growling dog that was Gavin.

He was impressed.

“Detective,” he said in a casual voice. “If we may?”

A grunt and curse was his permission. Nines easily hefted him from the floor by hooking his hands by under his arms. The detective did not attempt to stop him, blood dribbled down from his nose to his lip. “You’re making a mess.” He sighed.

He smiled, white teeth stained with red. Fitting for a rabid human as Gavin. “Shit, Nines, you coulda joined in at any time.” His left eye was swollen shut, blood trickling over it from the cuts in his forehead. Glass still sparkled in the wounds.

"Think I won, though?" A dastardly smirk of smirks split his lips.  

The android, in turn, shook his head in light humor and exasperation. His human was a troubled person. But that made him so interesting. He looked over to the other man once more. A biker looking foe. "Of all the people, Gavin. But sure." He guided his slightly inebriated partner towards the bar door. "Whatever would help you sleep tonight."

Outside, the cold air bit at their skin. Gavin brushed off the androids’ steadying hand. It didn’t stop Nines from straightening his leather jacket and clothing to look at least somewhat presentable.  

The android kept a careful eye on his human as his body relaxed negatively. The adrenaline from the brawl was wearing off, and the aches and pains of the fight began to settle in. Nines allowed his human some space as he stumbled a step back to recoup. He folded over, his hands on his knees, and took in heavy gasps. "Fucking a..." More blood dribbled from his face onto the pavement.

Nines stood by with his hands clasped behind his back. He needed medical attention, but he had learned the hard way. Gavin didn't want help unless Gavin said so or passed out from the stupidity of his actions. "I do recall telling you to behave." His voice practically sang.  

The retort was quick. “Not my fault the bitch didn't like me hitting on him. What?! I honestly thought he was my type." He protested upon the exasperated look his android gave him. Anyone with a scruffy beard and dick was his type, but Nines withheld that dirty dig. He didn't like to torture his human too much.

Work had made stress and frustration build up. This was Gavin’s method of venting such emotions in a “healthy way”.

The android remained stoic until gagging sounds came from him. His expression fell to worry. The fight had upset his alcohol doused stomach, it seemed. His LED swam yellow as he rushed to his side.

“A clinic is open a few blocks away. We should get your face pretty again, yes?” He suggested.

Gavin didn't protest, or couldn't for that fact because another gag took over his voice. He leaned forward, throwing up tortilla chips and good whiskey. Nines kept a firm hold on the human, preventing him from careening over. When the sickness had passed, the human moaned, breathing heavily as snot and blood dripped from his face.

The android pulled him upright and leaned him against a nearby streetlamp. He took off his light jacket and patting at his face, careful of the glass wedged into his skin. It was cold, but his black turtle neck was just fine. Gavin needed the attention more. Nine's LED spun a rapid red as he assessed Gavin once more. He hefted him upright when his tired body began to slide downward. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes sagged closed now and then.

“Come now, detective, I shouldn't baby you like this." He murmured, gently cupping his hand under his chin to tilt his head to the side.

The light from the lamp above cast shadows over his face but highlighted the blood that finally began to slow from his wounds.

Green, hazy eyes looked up to him, watching his every move.

His gaze was never critical or judging. It took Nines a few harsh lessons to learn. He couldn't change the detective's ways. He accepted the fact that his human was far from perfect.  

Gavin Reed was a mess. A mismatched soul with a broken past and good intentions made in all the wrong ways. He drank. He smoked. Was addicted to caffeine in the worst ways. He was hot and hard headed. Maybe ate disgusting take out from a questionable Chinese restaurant or two. And maybe his anger was misplaced, and his desires to reach the top of his ranks were hungry.

But.

He was good. He was kind to those that were weak or hadn't found their strength just yet. He loved animals and held a soft spot in his heart for them. He was brave, loyal, and diligent in his work. Was he top of his class in algebra or economics? No. But he was smart in the sense of knowing things others didn't know when it came to the streets of Detroit.

He could make choices others couldn’t and bear the weight and consequences.

Nines loved him dearly. The good along with the bad. He didn't mind helping him through such troubling times. After all, Gavin was the reason for becoming a deviant, learning of unconditional love.  

In the beginning, he hated the android, and of course, Nines showed him, in his own cold and curt ways, he didn't give a fuck. But soon, he did. He cared how Gavin didn't like him. He cared for the ways Gavin sought self-destructive tendencies to soothe his hurt. He cared for the ways he took on those dangerous cases.  

He cared.

And in doing so, he took the first bullet for his human partner.  

Deviancy hadn’t been kind to him after that. But Gavin learned to be softer with his words. Less violent with his actions.

Patience he didn’t even think the human possessed grew from a seed to a sprout.

Nines was thankful for him. How he tried. Did he completely understand the human yet? No. Did he want to? Of course. That's what love was, after all. Or so he gathered...

“You're right. You shouldn't."

Gavin’s crackling voice brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down to a hand that was gripping his arm and then back up to a broken face. His LED swam a yellow. Uncertainty and the lack of an answer or quip made him uneasy.

Nines blinked a few times and cleared his throat. He settled on a gentle truth. "Well, I suppose if not me, then who would?" Lovingly, the android wiped his nose of the snot and his mouth from the vomit. "So, I have no right to complain then."

He tossed the ruined jacket into the nearby trash. He turned to look at the white article of clothing, reviewing what he had just done. Never had the thought of throwing it away crossed his mind, but here he was.

And.

It felt good to leave that part of him behind and start something new. He looked back to his human.

Gavin was the one watching him now. The gaze was gentle and tired. Even if he was beaten and bruised, he loved him so dearly. He was beautiful.

Again he was shaken from his thoughts when another gag made Gavin bow over. He was by his side his arm being looped around his shoulders. A dry heave was made but nothing was left in his stomach.

They began to walk. His thoughts or whatever Gavin had been processing tonight was shoved into a box to be opened later. Getting him to the clinic was all that mattered at the moment.

The detective had received ten stitches, the black wires sewn through bruising and swollen skin. Nines kept watching over the doctor as he completed his work. And when he had sobered up, left the clinic, and settled on the couch at home, Gavin decided it was time to talk.

“I’m sorry.”

“I am used to your antics by now, detective. Just another day, after all.” Nines offered with a halfhearted smile along with an ice pack for his swollen eye.

Gavin didn’t buy it. He didn’t take the ice pack.

The android sighed and smacked it gently to his eye. Gavin hissed and cursed but didn’t protest. “Deserved that.”

“Oh, hush.” He sat heavily next to the human on the couch, lounging into the corner. Gavin’s cat, Asshole, chirped as she jumped onto his lap. Nines was compliant to stroke her head.

“Thank you.”

Nines stared down at the calico cat and sighed, shoulders sagging. A silent acceptance of the forgiveness he sought.

“Maybe if I didn't hit on the wrong guy, I could have taken someone home."

A smile, a genuine, yet small smile crossed his lips. He looked over to this human, and his eyes were sparkling with mischief.

“I'm here, aren't I?"  

Gavin elbowed him, chuckled, and leaned against the android. "Yeah, yeah, you are."

[hey-malarkey]

Just for One Taste of “Us”

Companion AU:

Long story short, an alt-universe Stan also fell into the portal as an alt-universe Ford, and they both at staggered arrival times get trapped in a gladiator combat arena. Stan freaks out upon seeing Ford and hides his identity under a helmet, but still looks out for Ford. Ford doesn’t know it’s Stan, and the rest of the gladiators just don’t know why the loudmouth human (who Stan convinced the human species are all called Stans) suddenly went mute and started wearing a helmet.

That’s uh, about as much as you need to understand the gist of this au. Aliens all living in one gladiator combat arena together and stan and ford somehow end up in the middle of it. Except they go by Helmet and Ford. Also that Ford in this is like over the moon into his “Companion” and Stan is just “oh shit o h n o” most of the time about that but still too intimidated at this point to give the ruse up

warnings: dubcon handjob (b/w an oc and ford), dubcon blowjob, rough handling, restraints, a swift kick in the balls, and a brief mention (not graphic) of two dicks being taken, some possessiveness and jealousy on Ford’s part, and hidden identity, oh- incest duh, some mutual pining, um lmk if i missed something

word count: 3,178

Helmet was so sick of how possessive and weird Ford was being. It was so fucking dumb! Why break a good thing going, huh? Why does Ford always want more, more, more? Couldn’t he just be happy Helmet had his back? That he wasn’t left out to the wolves of the arena every god dam fight?

No. He couldn’t. For the umpteenth time Ford makes a move on him and Helmet has to rebuff him. Fuck was it hard sometimes, though. Sometimes he wanted Ford back. Ford made himself pretty irresistible. Even in the meager conditions of their gladiator accommodations.

But today really took the cake of bullshit. Ford had been raving and nitpicking on Power Couple for weeks, now. And while he’d been busy challenging Meckonar to a chugging contest, helmet and all, Ford had been getting worked up about Power Couple again. As soon as Helmet had come over, face lit up (not that Ford could see) but body language backing it up, showing off his winnings, Ford had blown up at him about taking all those sexual partners and never letting Ford in “as close” as all those other guys.

And Helmet was. He was pretty fucking shocked. He knew Ford wanted him sexually, but he thought that was just frustration that Ford refused to share with another until he was comfortable. He thought Ford would find release in another gladiator someday, maybe Splash Zone, maybe take up Lizard Bro’s offers. He thought he and Ford were solid in their partnership, in looking out for one another and keeping each other safe.

But Ford threw all that in his face, today. Called Helmet out for being a galactic slut, when he had a “perfectly good” person in the next bunk over to sleep with. To be actual partners with.

And Power Couple shot him a few concerned looks, and walked off, talking. He liked them. And Ford made him look like shit in front of them, and the rest of the quadrant, apparently.

Helmet dragged Ford out by the arm, Ford hurling accusations the whole way, whining and just generally being a piss-poor baby.

He managed to write out to Ford, despite how mad he was “Do you really WANT to be like them?”

And Ford immediately got red in the face, shouting anew. Complaining about how Helmet keeps putting him off, how he seems to ignore Ford’s attempts to get “closer”, how he wants someone who wants him back, goddamnit!

Well. Fuck. If that’s how he wanted to play it.

Helmet gestured between the two of them, asking the question “you want me? You and me, you want this?”

Ford got the gist and nodded, a yes about to be shouted on the tip of his tongue, no doubt to be followed by a few insults to Helmet’s intelligence, as Ford is wont to do when he’s that mad.

Helmet shrugged, then shucked off his pants. That caught Ford by enough surprise that he shut up for a second. Helmet stepped out of his pants and took a step closer to Ford, butt naked, dick hanging low between his legs.

He pulled Ford by the lapels of his stupid space jacket and banged his head to Ford’s hard enough for the CLANG to reverberate around the room. Ford cussed, momentarily stunned. Helmet pulled his jacket down half off Ford’s shoulders, circling behind him to pull the arms crossed behind him, tying off the jacket sleeves. Ford was pinned.

He circled back to the front and forced Ford on the ground, knees hitting hard enough to send dust flying up. Helmet looked down into Ford’s eyes, knowing Ford could barely make out the glint in his own. Again he gestured, meaning “You want this? Is this what you wanted?” and Ford is still a bit too dazed to answer.

Helmet wrenches Ford’s jaw open with his hands, picks up his dick, and stuffs it down Ford’s throat. It’s not gentle or easy, and Ford gags, trying to bite down instinctively against the intrusion.

Helmet makes a clicking sound with his tongue and tightens a grip on Ford’s chin, keeping it pulled down. Can’t bite if you can’t lift your bottom jaw.

He lets himself sit in the warm heat of Ford’s mouth for a few moments, enjoying it despite himself. He shallowly thrusts, feeling his head hit the back of Ford’s throat. Ford is much more together in the moment, now, having shaken off the unexpected head thump. He gags on a question, and the vibrations around Helmet’s dick help perk him up, just slightly.

He pulls out so the head is just lightly resting on Ford’s lips, watching a small trail of drool dribble out of the corner of Ford’s mouth.

He wonders how much Ford actually wants this versus how much Ford will hate him after this.

But then he lets the moment pass and he is shoving back down into Ford’s throat, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of it, and letting himself get hard.

It gets easier when Ford sucks the first time. Maybe trying to preserve some dignity by not letting drool run down his face. Or maybe because he’s into it. Helmet doesn’t ask him. Just rewards Ford with a pat on the head, scritching the hair behind Ford’s right ear with his free left hand. He settles his grip in Ford’s hair after that, and feels Ford’s body start rocking in tandem with how Helmet is thrusting.

God, what a fucking slut. And Ford called him the whore? Because he sleeps around with others that are looking for the same thing he is—nothing serious, just relief. What’s Ford in this for?

He’s in it because Helmet wanted to fucking teach him a lesson. But he’s enjoying himself too much to learn it. What a fucking backfire.

Helmet pushes one heavy boot closer to Ford’s crotch, digging the toe against him and feeling through all the fabric and material Ford’s hardness.

Helmet probably didn’t even need to be holding his chin, anymore, if this was how he was going to react. Shit.

He lets go of Ford’s chin and Ford is bobbing and sucking all on his own, just as he thought. He does such a good job that Helmet is fast approaching release, and he doesn’t try to hold back when Ford takes him deep into his throat, sucking with all his dam might.

Helmet cums down his throat, shooting a hot mess that Ford didn’t seem to be expecting.

Maybe he thought Helmet would give warning. Nope. But despite the surprised gag, Ford still tries to suck it all up. By the time Helmet pulls out, he lets his spent cock rub over Ford’s lips, leaving a bit of cum he missed fall across Ford’s face. He pushes Ford back a little, nearly unbalancing, checking the state of his arousal. Still hard in his jeans. Probably close to busting a nut, though, if the way Ford was swiveling his hips against the air was any indication.

Helmet drags Ford up by his sweater, so he’s standing again. Ford tries stepping closer, looking for relief, words finally starting to form again through husky vocals. Helmet keeps them an arms-length apart, however. And then he kicks straight up, hard, against Ford’s nuts. His shin hits his crotch, and he immediately sees tears gather and his broken voice cry out.

He drops to his knees again, and Helmet lets him as he puts his own pants back on. He hoists Ford up again and drags him down to Armadillo Doctor’s tent. He leaves Ford outside while he goes in, with no haggling for once offering a quarter of his winnings from the chugging contest.

He takes off his helmet and looks the doctor in the eye.

“See what you can do about his bruised dick. I already tried fixing his ego, but it might be a lost cause. Thanks, doc.”

He puts his helmet back on after the doctor agrees, giving him one of those beady-eyed looks that can make a grown Mrrekian cry. Ford will be in good hands.

Helmet comes back out, patting Ford on the face, pushing him through the tent flap of Armadillo Doctor’s office.

As he’s walking away he hears the scratch of claws on almost-concrete and looks up to see Lizard Bro taking pace beside him.

“What was that about, Boyo? Your friend did not look too well.”

“He’s getting taken care of. Wanna go catch the rest of the flight match? I had bets down on the Oeripian and the Sclinesdale.”

Lizard Bro agrees and they go up to the match. They laugh and make obnoxious jokes and

Helmet collects his winnings when the Oeripian fuckin’ owns. But it’s still not as good as spending an afternoon with Ford. He hopes Ford gets his head out of his ass, soon. He’s gonna miss him if Ford still decides he wants to get together the way Power Couple did.

He’s been here longer than Ford has. He knew them each before they became Power Couple.

They even got transferred to a different wing because they became such crowd favorites they got protected status in the barracks by the Overseers. But before they were Power Couple, they were nothing. Helmet wants to be something to Ford whether they have sex or not. Preferably not. Especially not until Ford knows who he’s wanting to fuck. And hopefully the day of admitting who he is never comes. So never.

But he can’t deny Ford forever. Hopefully this at least will ward Ford off from approaching him like that in the future. He follows Lizard Bro back to his quarters that night and takes two dicks like a champ. But when he falls asleep post-fuck, it still means nothing and he misses Ford.

In the tent Ford’s tears have cleared, but his hands are still tied behind his back. He’s sure if he wiggled sufficiently, he could break free. But Armadillo Doctor got testy if his patients were too active, so he let his position stay while AD bustled about his tent, muttering under his breath.

He let his mind drift back a few short minutes ago. He didn’t think he’d be able to evoke such a reaction from Helmet. And sweet Moses, was it good, despite how unexpected it was. All up until that kick that was still sending sporadic pain signals to his brain. 

He hadn’t even gotten off, yet, before Helmet kicked. And he’d been so close. Just thinking about it is enough to make his body want to get hard, but that sends a stronger pulse of pain through him, and he groans softly.

“What? What? Can you not wait two minutes? Impatient Stan!”

Ford rolls his eyes. For some reasons all the aliens referred to him as Stan instead of Stanford. It was annoying, as if they thought that was his surname or species. They did it to Helmet too, sometimes. Helmet was always as mute on the matter as he was about everything. Keeping his secrets and thoughts all to himself, that evasive bastard.

Armadillo Doctor approaches him again, holding a bag with some unidentifiable cream.

“You will be fixed,” he says abruptly. It seems to be the only way he talks, through the translator at least.

AD unbuttons Ford’s pants and drags them down unceremoniously. He tilts his head back and suppresses a sigh. It was a necessary evil of living in the arena. Sometimes an armadillo doctor was going to have to touch your dick. His arms are uncomfortably folded behind him, making his hips slightly propped up on his wrists, so he doesn’t have to move too much to see what AD is doing.

The small hands are cold and covered in cream and slowly working the substance into Ford. Carefully, as if he knew Ford wanted to at least keep that organ in some level of usable condition.

Whatever he was doing, it felt amazing with just an edge of pain still pulsing. And worse, he was getting hard. Even with the pain. Maybe because of it. (He can’t deny that some of the appeal of Helmet pushing him down had been just the raw power and discomfort brought on by the suddenness.)

“You made bad choice, Stan.”

“It’s not my fault!” he defended himself indignantly.

Armadillo Doctor moved one hand down and squeezed Ford’s balls. Ford sucked in a breath and held it a moment, waiting for the pressure to ease.

“It is.” And he releases, rubbing the cream in over his sac. Ford breathes out and relaxes back, eyes still on Armadillo Doctor’s motions further down. It isn’t as good as if Helmet had done it, but he can’t remember the last time he accepted a hand that wasn’t his at it. It was good to get it elsewhere, even if it’s from the alien doctor.

After he breathes out Ford has a moment to think over what AD is saying. And he starts feeling the anger burn beneath his skin again. 

“What was my fault, exactly? That I give so much to Helmet, and he refuses to give me anything in return? He talks to everyone in the arena but me. He goes off to get fucked by everyone in the arena but me! Does he not trust me?”

Armadillo Doctor dips a finger in the cream and returns to stroking Ford’s shaft. He does it with less healing purpose and more with a bored look, if Ford was reading him right.

“Stan Ford, you are a--- what is word? You dick!” He says with a burst of emotion, squeezing slightly on the upstroke and twisting his hand off in a way that makes Ford gasp. It’s weird being insulted while getting off, but he isn’t in the position to argue.

“You dick,” AD continues, returning to the task at hand. “Your friend is not enough? Your Stan Helmet pays me for you. Your Stan Helmet wins fight for you. Your Stan Helmet chose you.”

Ford shakes his head, not ready to admit defeat. “Okay, yes, he does those things, but he still doesn’t trust me! Everyone else has seen him with his helmet off. And for the last time, we’re called humans, not Stans.”

“Stan Ford. You dick.” Armadillo Doctor almost smiles. Great. He learned a new word and enjoys using it against him, now. “You know the secrets? Stan Helmet was alone before you. Now he smiles.”

“But I can’t see that! It’s ludicrous--I don’t care what he’s hiding, disfigurement, or birthmark, or ugly, I just want to know him. And he won’t let me.” 

“All Stans look the same,” Armadillo Doctor said dismissively. Ford huffed out an annoyed sigh, then groaned again as Armadillo Doctor squeezed, picking up speed again. He was getting close. And the cream had worked wonders already, making him feel good as new, down there.

“Look, you don’t get it. He--ahhh!” Ford cut himself off in a low yell when the force of his orgasm built and erupted suddenly, right at the end. Armadillo Doctor sighs and tears off an edge of Ford’s jacket to wipe up his hands and Ford with. He tucks the cloth he tore under a stack of metal bits.

Ford recovers fairly quick after he cums, but he’s still hit with that desire to take a nap, to drift off in his uncomfortable position and curl up next to--

He is brought back to the moment abruptly. Armadillo Doctor grips his chin tight and stares him in the eye, leaning in too close.

“Six-Fingers. Helmet threatens the worst fighters to not call you that. Helmet pays your debts. Helmet protects only you. Helmet kick you now as warning shot. I do not care. But. Helmet deserves better than you, Six-Fingers.”

The claws dug into Ford’s chin tighter for one more moment before letting go, patting his forehead lightly, wiping the sweat off of Ford’s brow.

Armadillo Doctor props him up and cuts the jacket apart.

“Dick leave.”

Ford gathers his jacket to repair later and stands without another word, zipping himself back up and leaving without another word to Armadillo Doctor. Overstaying your welcome in the medicine tent was dangerous.

He grumbled to himself the whole way back, thinking over what Armadillo Doctor said. How ridiculous he was being. Did Helmet pay for him to get ‘taken care of’ by the Doctor, or was that just a perk?

He finds their bunks and it’s empty. Helmet is nowhere to be seen. There’s a slight impression on the floor from where he’d dropped suddenly, twice, earlier. He kicks some dirt over it.

Ford sits heavily on the lower bunk, rubbing a hand over his crotch, checking over the area as he pointedly does not stare at the patch of ground that gave him slight bruises on each knee. He lays back and thinks about everything that was said. He pointedly looks away from the collection of former weapons, scrap metal, and defensive padding he’s seen his Companion trade on his behalf numerous times.

He grunts and pulls out his latest journal from its hiding spot, perusing the pages mindlessly, not having anything to write but wanting something to distract him from this mood he’s in. 

He sees a few of the notes his Companion has left for him in the margins, one of the few ways they’ve communicated clearly. Ford flips past them quickly, but one catches his eye. 

It was a drawing of a six-fingered thumbs up, a little wobbly, and a note of encouragement beside it. His companion had made that entry after Ford nearly lost his match a few weeks ago. Ford swallowed and turned the page, wanting a new distraction.

Between his notes on coded escape plans and hopes for defeating Bill were notes about his friend. Things he’d forgotten he’d committed to these few scrap pages bound together by odds and ends. Some of the paper he’d written on procured by his Companion, in fact, after Ford expressed a desire to write things down to help him plan.

Ford stowed the journal, suddenly feeling a little queasy. God, the doctor was right. He was a dick. Despite the ups and downs of their relationship, Helmet has never pretended like he was leading Ford on. He’d made a boundary clear, and Ford had allowed his frustrations to wreck that line.

He sat up from the bed, pacing. He needed to make this right. He would let his Companion have his space tonight, and go find him in the morning. Ford can’t help the sour twang of jealousy when he assumes that Helmet shacked up with Lizard Bro tonight, but he swallows it down. 

He turns into bed later that night alone, not even with the steady sounds of his friend’s snores to comfort him, and he misses what he’d almost thrown away. Hopefully his Companion will forgive him one more time, in the morning.

[imaslutforsomewhump]

A narcotic?

Here ya go:

You can find it here in full:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/13447314/chapters/30822129

Second chapter coming soon!

“Mr. Stark?”

“What’s up kid, I’m a little busy,” Tony said interrupting his own meeting by pressing his phone against his ear. When the businessman across from him seemed upset, Tony merely held up a finger (His pointer, please, he isn’t that immature) to the Stark Industries Board. They were sitting in the boardroom to discuss growing concerns about the new plan to divest their stocks from the fossil fuel industry.

“I think something’s wrong,” The voice from the phone cracked a little, not from static but from whatever it was that made teenage boys voices crack. Tony perked up, eyebrows raised and face rigid and it wasn’t from the death glare that Pepper was giving him.

“Define wrong?” Tony asked as he got up from his chair and started to pace. Pepper looked between him and the rest of the board before standing up giving an apology and pushing Stark into the hallway.

She tapped her foot waiting for the engineer’s attention. But Tony was focused elsewhere. He stuck his thumbnail into his mouth and began chomping away at the usually well-manicured tip.

After a few minutes of Tony talking into the phone, Pepper decided it was her turn.

“What the actual hell, Tony? This was your idea, not mine, certainly not the boards and suddenly you get up to answer a call? You yourself said and I quote ‘This is the most important change Stark Industries will take on in decades’” Pepper’s impression of him wasn’t all that bad, but he really couldn’t give two shits right now.

“Peter, I’ll be there quicker than you can say Tony Stark is the coolest person ever,” Tony said into the phone, his voice soft and calming betraying his rapidly beating heart and shaking hands.

Tony placed the phone back in his suit pocket and took Pepper’s hands in both of his.

“Tony, you’re shaking…” Pepper noticed looking at his usually well-controlled hands. Tony closed his eyes for a moment trying to regain control of his body.

“Pepper, um- Peter needs me. I know- uhhhh. How important this is- well, could be but I-” Tony tried to get himself under some semblance of control. Pepper’s eyes softened.

“You stupid idiot,” Pepper huffed looking at the man she loved.

“Wha-”

“If you think I would let you stay in this room debating while that kid needs your help, your dumber than you look, and you look pretty dumb right now,” She looked pointedly at his not all composed stature. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

“Go get that idiot and bring him back safe,”

“I love you, Pepper,” Tony said tearing himself away from her.

“I’ll have Happy pick you up in front of the building!” Pepper yelled as her fiance sprinted down the hall.

“What did he do this time?” Happy asked as his boss slid into the back of his car.

“I couldn’t get that much out of him,” Tony said his words shaking to match his hands. Happy hummed in response sounding almost casual as he broke almost every traffic law between the Bronx and Brooklyn. Fuck the traffic on 42nd. Fuck the Taxi drivers. Fuck the tourists.

“We should be thankful that it’s late, otherwise it would take us hours,” Happy mused as he laid it on the horn for a good half a minute. The cab driver in front of them flipped Happy off but he could care less at the moment.

They parked illegally in the fire lane in front of the Queenswood Apartment complex. Tony punched in the code to the Parker’s apartment and the door slowly clicked to unlock. Tony would have rolled his eyes at the old technology but he was a bit BUSY at the moment- thanks.

Tony spent the elevator ride glaring at the lit button and tapping his foot obnoxiously much to the annoyance of the older woman who was trying to get to a floor above them. When the elevator doors opened, Tony rushed outward almost knocking the woman over. Happy mumbled out an apology before hurrying after his bosses frantic steps and pushing open the surprisingly unlocked doo.

“Peter!?” Tony called panting as he flicked the light switch on his right. When there was no answer Tony questioned whether or not Peter was even in the suit. The suit tracker said he was at his apartment, but what if he had gotten hurt not as Spiderman but as Peter Parker, the small overtalkative pretend intern he had ‘hired’ to help out with basic intern shit. A new fear gripped his heart. He would have rushed all the way here for nothing.

“Happy, what if he isn’t here? What if he’s in Manhattan? What if his tracker isn’t working properly? Oh My God- what if he cut it out of his suit again!? Oh man,” Tony was panicking, hands gripped his hair tightly loosening the gel that had held it in place. Ew. It seemed to Happy that he was about to lose it after keeping it so well together on the ride over.

“Tony, get your shit together, if he needs us, you will be zero help if you’re panicking, so get it under control,” Happy said gruffly. His words weren’t angry. They were tough. Enough to pull the billionaire out of his head and back into the dingy apartment. Not like that was unusual in New York, you have to be pretty wealthy in order to have an apartment that can be considered anything other than dingy.

“First, let’s actually check the rooms,” Happy suggested hands seated firmly in his pockets. If someone was going to keep his cool it was him. Tony didn’t hire him for his sense of humor after all. Tony ran from room to room calling his protege’s name. He was once again working himself up. Happy on the other hand took a deep breath and began to wonder. The apartment wasn’t big. Two bedrooms, a living room with a kitchenette and a bathroom. It sounded a bit to Happy like Tony was tearing Peter’s room apart instead of doing something constructive, like I don’t know, looking in another room.

Happy’s eyes widened when he noticed a figure in the darkened bathroom. He flicked the light on only to see a shirtless and pretty sweaty Peter lodged between the toilet and the bathtub laying on his side. And was he lying in? Oh yep, that’s definitely vomit. Gathering the courage to do so, Happy lifted the child up so he was leaning over the toilet just as more vomit slid from his mouth. You had to have a pretty tough stomach working for the Avengers but Happy felt just a little queasy at the moment. It wasn’t so much the appearance of the bathroom of even Peter but the stench. There was, of course, the acidity of vomit in the air but also the sourness of the scent of sweat. It brought Happy unfortunately back to a day after football practice when one of his teammates dared another to chug the leftover Gatorade. It didn’t end well.

“Tony! I found him! We’re in the bathroom!” Tony could not have been happier to hear Happy’s voice at that moment. Tony could actually hear them before he saw them. Happy’s voice was unusually quiet. He was speaking soft and low. Then he heard it, a gagging and retching and then a splash. These weren’t the sounds of a first vomit. There was no hard coughing or feeling of force. It was the sound of contracting muscles, of someone not being able to try to force anything up or down.

Tony found himself in the small bathroom where the sight before him was unnerving, to say the least. Happy was helping a shirtless Peter lean over the toilet. His face was wet with his own fluids as though he had fallen asleep in a pile of puke. And despite the clearly disgusting child, there he was, gripping a sweaty Peter under his armpits holding him up enough so the vomit didn’t end up on the floor or worse on Happy himself. He noticed there was already a puddle of bile next to the tub.

“Mr. Stark is here,” Happy whispered to the kid. Peter tried to get a hold of his muscles to see his mentor but the attempt was fruitless and frankly sad. He scrambled for a grip on the toilet seat with shaking arms to push himself up, only for his muscles to give in to the strain flopping him back into Happy’s arms.

That’s when Tony noticed something else. On Peters side, a bandage stained red. The blood wasn’t fresh but it also wasn’t that old. He kneeled down next to Happy. Tony stared at Happy.

“What happened?” He whispered to his friend, confidant, and god bless him, babysitter of sorts.

“How in hell am I supposed to know?” Happy whispered back just as Peter let loose another convulsion into the toilet. Peter’s head lolled back to look at Happy.

“I think I’m done,” Peter slurred as a trickly of god knows what slipped out of his mouth. Great.

“Peter-” Tony started-

“Oh, hi Mr. Stark,” Peter said. Tony really looked at him. His face was pale except for his cheeks which were flushed drastically against Peter’s white skin. Sweat coated his body making him look like he just jumped in a pool. His hair hung in thick sweat filled stands over his head. Tony looked over at Happy who stared back. In silent communication Happy hefted the kid up who wobbled as soon as he got an arm around Happy’s shoulders. His legs then gave out altogether forcing Happy to take all his weight.

“Sry,” Peter slurred closing his eyes against the pounding of the headache that intensified as he was lifted from his kneeling position on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

“You got him?” Tony asked just as Happy took all the kid’s weight in a bridal carry.

“Well, he weighs less than that Roomba you tricked out and had me carry around for a month,” Happy muttered bitterly remembering one of Tony’s most useless inventions.

Happy followed as Tony guided them into Peter’s bedroom so Happy could lay the young hero down.

Peter let out a small groan as the warm arms that held him laid him on his ice-cold sheets. Or maybe they weren’t ice cold? Peter let his mind drift. In its normal state his mind could have easily figured out why his sheets felt cold but right now this mystery seemed as unsolvable as The Black Dahlia case.

His arm reached up without his consent to grab hold of the nice warm object that had betraying laid him upon his icy mattress.

As his hand reached for purchase, Happy seemed even more concerned. Tony seemed content to take a seat on the bed while shooing Happy away to grab the first aid kit from the car along with more blankets.

Peter’s shockingly warm hand grabbed ahold of Tony’s suit jacket sleeve. Peter seemed content as to its position so Tony allowed it. Even if Peter’s hand might be covered in god knows what at this point.

“Buddy, you gotta let me know what’s going on,” Tony said to the warm figure laying uncomfortably in bed. It was clear Peter was not blissfully unaware of his situation. He may be unaware right now but not of what he was feeling. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lip was currently being clamped between his teeth. Peter’s eyes that had shifted closed during his transition into his bedroom, now flickered open blinking a few times as if to get used to the light.

“It hurts,” Is the only reply Peter offered attempting now to curl in on to his side.

“Uh, uh, uh. Nope stay here and still,” Tony said forcing his protege back down onto his back. Peter didn’t seem to understand fighting weakly against the hands that held him still until eventually, he gave up, whether it was from physical or emotional exhaustion, Tony wasn’t sure. As the fight went out of his body, his eyes moistened, filling with unshed tears.

“Please,” Peter raspily begged as if pleading with some unknown enemy. Tony could feel his heart break in two at this moment. He pushed worry aside to comfort the teen. He brushed his hand through the boy’s sweat ridden hair.

“Same side,” Tony spoke directly and clearly. Peter’s breathing slowed as if to signal his recognition of the man in front of him.

Peter stiffened again as Happy barged back in with the first aid kit, towels, blankets and thank god, a bowl of warm water.

“Happy, his face maybe,” Tony said referring to the now crusting bile that was coating Peter’s right cheek.  Happy nodded and began his job.

“Now, kiddo, Spiderling, Parker, bean string, you need to tell me what is going on or else I’m gonna call SHIELD and have them airlift you out of here. You don’t want that and I certainly don’t want that, so let’s try to avoid it, yeah?” Tony said trying to recapture Peter’s attention. It seemed that at this moment he had a moment of clarity. He blinked heavily a few times as if to will away the fog in his mind.  

“I- uh- got stabbed in my errr side and it hurt a lot,” Peter broke off his sentence with a groan as Happy began to pull at the bandage covering said apparent stab wound. Happy had seen worse. Like he said, working with the Avengers certainly had its moments and by moments, he meant over 20 knife wounds that he helped clean on various bodies.

“It doesn’t look infected, boss,” Happy said from the other side of the ailing teen. Tony ruffled his brow. Wasn’t it infected? Then the vomiting? The weakness? Shakiness? Just then a thought popped into Tony’s head. And he was hoping that whatever this is, it wasn’t from what he thought it was.

“Did you take anything!?” Tony suddenly asked. Well asked sounds a bit too calm for this situation, basically Tony yelled with the same equivalency as Dumbledore did in the movie asking Harry if he put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Peter seemed a little preoccupied to answer the question. He was watching intently as Happy was cleaning his wound.

“Kid, answer Tony’s question,” Happy chastised snapping his fingers a few times in front of the boys face.

“Oh! I-I took something, my aunt, May used for pain when she had her knee replaced. Is she home yet?” Peter asked trying again to sit up as though the first part of his answer meant nothing. Tony lightly grabbed Peter’s face.

“Peter, this is really important, okay? How many did you take?” Peter looked dazed as Tony spoke. When he didn’t reply Tony swore.

“Happy find that bottle!”

“On it,” Happy replied dabbing dry the stab wound before getting up and running off once again.

As Happy was searching Tony continued to talk softly to Peter. He was speaking reassurances that he didn’t even believe.

Happy ran back in as quickly as he came holding an empty orange bottle.

“Fentanyl,” Happy gasped partially from running and partially from panic. Anxiety seized Tony’s body.

“What!?” Tony gasped and turned to the sick boy on the bed. “Tell me that you took something else!” Tony basically begged. He could feel his own pulse speeding and his hands shaking. To his dismay, Peter weakly shook his head.

Luckily Happy, as always kept his cool and kneeled on the other side of the twin bed.

“How much was in here?” Happy asked, his voice much steadier than he expected.

“I dnt know, like hlf the btle,” Peter began to slur again and a heave forced itself from his throat.  Tony was able to shake himself out of his panic enough to get Peter’s head hanging off the bed. Happy was studying the bottle.

“That’s enough to kill a grown man. Call Bruce” Happy spoke stiffly.

[luciisthebest]

A Bottle of Whiskey

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: A bottle whiskey and a moment of clumsiness leads to the reader blurting out her feelings. When the next morning come where will her and Sam’s relationship stand?

Warnings: The excessive consumption of alcohol, language, a little angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2,173

A/N: So I'll be honest this sounds a lot like me when I'm drunk. Immature, always poking people etc. So there you go a little insight into me. Anyways I hope you guys like it and feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

“Poke. Poke. Poke.”

“Okay maybe this wasn't such a good idea.” Dean grabbed your finger as you reached to poke him again.

“This is the best idea you've had in a long time.” You slurred, falling back onto one of the motel beds.

“I doubt that.” He looked at you in amusement.

“Hey don't be a party pooper.” You giggled. “Party pooper. Pooper of parties.”

“Are you really sitting over there talking about poop?” Dean’s lips twitched.

“Nooooooo. Yes. Maybe.” You rolled over again only to find the bed had run out and you instead went crashing to the floor. “This floor is hard.” Your voice was muffled. Dean’s roar of laughter reached your ears alerting you to the fact he would be of no help. Sam chuckled as he leafed through one of his books drawing your attention to him.

“Join us Sam.” You stumbled to your feet. “Have a little fun for once.”

“I have fun. And what you're doing doesn't look to fun.” He glanced up from his book.

“How could you?” You attempted to fold your arms only to get them all tangled up. “I find this to be very…” You paused stumbling over your words trying to find the right word. “to be very invigorating.” You spit out feeling proud of yourself.

Dean snorted. “Look at you using grown up words.”

You spun around to glare at him but stumbled in the process. “Pass the damn bottle.” You figured you were already facing Dean may as well get something for all your troubles.

“I think you've had enough for tonight.”

“I think not.” Your tone was indignant. You were perfectly fine, you knew exactly when you needed to stop and now was not that time. “Give me the bottle or I shall challenge you to a duel.”

“Now this I have to see.” Sam put his book down.

“A duel? I think you've been watching a little too much Game of Thrones.” Amusement sparkled in Dean’s eyes.

“Oh come on Dean. Please?” You tried to give him puppy dog eyes, but instead went cross eyed making Dean laugh.

“You might want to take some lessons from Sam.” Dean continued to laugh as he reached for the bottle of whiskey. “Don't say I didn't warn you.” He handed you the bottle.

Snatching it out of hands, you unscrewed the lid and took a swig straight from the bottle. “Holy shit!” You coughed. “That stuff burns.”

“You're not supposed to chug it you idiot.” Dean took the bottle from your hands.

“I know you are but what am I?” You taunted him.

“You're an actual eight year old I swear.” Sam snorted behind you making Dean glare at him. “You're not much help either.”

“Shhhhhh stop making so much noise.” You stood up your head spinning. “Woah everything is so wobbly.” You tried walking but the floor before you kept tilting and twisting.

“Are you sure this isn't your first time being drunk?” Dean came up behind you and tried to pick you up.

“No it's not. And I'm not drunk.” You slapped his hands away.

“You're right. You're not drunk, you're shitfaced.” He continued to try and pick you up.

“No touchie! I can walk you idiot.” You jumped away from him. At first you thought your escape was succefully but that was only until you realized you would have to land on both feet. Much to your disgrace and embarrassment you instead faceplanted right into Sam’s lap. “Poke.” You poked him in the stomach as you looked up at him.

“Why do you always have to say poke when you poke someone?” You heard Dean ask but you ignored him.

Sam smiled down at you, his eyes sparkled with laughter. He had such nice eyes, not to mention a nice hard stomach.

“Why do you have to be so hot?” You blurted out.

“Oh boy.” Dean muttered.

“Honestly it's not even fair how hot you are. You have a perfect body and your eyes and smile are just so-so perfect.”

“I'm still here you know.” Dean made a gagging noise.

You turned and stuck your tongue out at him.”Shut up I'm busy.” You turned back Sam, still practically laying in his lap. “You're so untouchable and it's not fair.” You sighed as you leaned away from Sam. “And what's even more unfair is that not only are you hot, but your just perfect. You're kind and caring yet still a badass. You've never looked at me like I'm something less, and you don't see the good man you really are. You don't see how amazing you truely are. You always take care of others especially family before yourself and I have always loved you for that alone.” You couldn't seem to keep your mouth such. “But like I said you're untouchable. You're the one person in this world I can't have and you're the only one I want.” You crawled away from him suddenly feeling sad. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

“Y/N.” Sam said your name quietly.

“No. Stop.” You threw your hand up. “You don't have to… you don't need to say anything. I don't need you to make me feel better.” The sadness in your heart only grew. And even as your head spun and your words began to slur even more, you realized that all you just said had irreparably damaged your relationship with Sam.

“Y/N that's not…”

“No.” You murmured as your head slumped forward.

“Ok time for bed.” Dean swooped down and pulled you into his arms.

“Dean bean no bed.” You whined, slurring your words.

“No bread?” Dean laughed as he set you on the bed.

“No! I said…” Even to you your words made no sense. Each word came out sounding slurred and distorted. “Never mind.”

“I'm going to guess you said never mind.” Dean pulled some blankets up around you. “I don't envy you the headache you'll have in the morning.” He shook his head as he walked away. You could see Sam watching you pensively from where he sat but you couldn't bare to look at him. Closing your eyes quickly you drifted off to sleep.

“Wakey wakey.” A voice grated against your ears making your head throb. “Come on sleeping beauty. It's past noon and your prince awaits.”

“Go away Dean.” You grumbled diving deeper into the pillows.

“Oh somebody's grumpy.” He seemed to wait for your response. “Fine grumpy I'll be out in the car if you need me.”

“Mhmmmm just stop talking.” You heard Dean’s soft chuckle as he left the room. Your head felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to it. “God I'm swearing off whiskey.” Unburying yourself from the pillows you squinted in pain as the light from the window hit your eyes. Rolling over your eyes landed on the glass of water siting in the nightstand. Next to the glass sat two aspirin with a small note saying “take these” next to it. Sitting up you quickly placed the two aspirin on your tongue swallowing then quickly with a drink of water. As you were setting your glass down Sam came walking out of the bathroom. You wished you couldn't remember what you had said last night but unfortunately for you, each and every word you said was burned into your memory. Sam’s turned turned his head to look at you when he heard the sound of your clattering glass. As soon as his eyes met yours, you glanced away. You could already feel the heat of a blush gracing your cheeks. Looking down at the ugly comforter you waited for Sam to leave. You needed a little more time before you truly faced him.

“Good morning.”

You cringed inwardly at Sam’s greeting. “Morning.” You mumbled.

“Are you going to look at me?” Sam's voice was soft.

“Hadn't planned on it.” You quickly slipped out of bed still avoiding his gaze.

“You can't avoid me forever.”

“I can try.” You darted to the bathroom quickly shutting the door behind you. You were acting immature perhaps but you just needed a moment to gather your thoughts. Not to mention your mouth felt and tasted disgusting no doubt from all that whiskey you had ingested. Quickly brushing your teeth, you relished the feeling of once again having a clean mouth. But that satisfaction only lasted a moment, you still had to face Sam. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. A shriek escaped you when you found Sam on the other side. “Sam you scared the shit out of me.”

“Well I thought I was going to have to go in there and drag you out myself.” He placed his hands on the frame effectively blocking you in.

Your hands became cold and clammy as you looked up at him. You didn't really know what to say but you had to say something. “Look I know what I said last night and well I'm sure it made you very uncomfortable and all of this is very awkward.” You were rambling but you had no idea what to say. “Look what I'm trying to say is…” You didn't know what you were trying to say. You had meant what you had said the night before. Sure it hadn't come out exactly the way you would have liked but it was all true. “I'm trying to say that I hope this doesn't mess up our friendship and that I-that I.” You started to stuttered. It felt like a small piece of your heart was breaking. By doing this you were guaranteeing that there would never be anything between you and Sam. Unable to hold Sam’s intense gaze any longer you looked down at the floor. “Ok I don't really know what I'm saying. All I know is that I'm embarrassed and I know I messed things up and now things are going to be awkward and it's all my fault.” Your voice quivered at the end. Sam didn't say anything and you couldn't bare to look up and see the look in his eyes. “I really should see if Dean needs anything.” You moved to push past Sam.

Instead of moving like you expected, Sam pulled you into his arms. “Just stop talking.” He gently tilted your chin and brought his lips to yours.

You stood there stunned for a moment. Sam Winchester was kissing you. It was as if your brain had completely been fried and before you knew it you were kissing him back. It was hard to say how long you stood there kissing but when Sam pulled away you were both breathing heavily.

“You don't know how happy it made me to hear those words.” He rested his forehead against yours.

“Even slurred and all out of order?” You again felt the rush of embarrassment.

“Even slurred and out of order.” He chuckled.

“Oh and you forgot to mention the part where I totally objectified you.”

“Oh I didn't forget.” His eyes darkened. “I only wish you had told me everything sooner. I had always viewed you as untouchable. You were the most important thing in my life and it scared me. It had always been Dean and I and then one day you came crashing in and become the single most important thing in my life.”

Your breath caught. You had spent so much time pining away for Sam and he had always been yours. “We're a bunch of idiots.” You laughed.

Sam's deep laugh joined yours. “I can't disagree. I guess I have Dean to thank for his brilliant plan. If I remember correctly you said that getting drunk was one Dean’s best ideas.” Sam teased.

“I owe him a punch in the face for letting me get so drunk.” You tried to cover how flustered you were.

“I think a thank you is in order not a punch.” You heard Dean’s voice from the other end of the room.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Sam’s chest. “He's not wrong.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fine.” You grumbled. “Thank you Dean.” You peaked around Sam. “But if you ever suggest we drink whiskey again I will punch you.”

“This is the thanks I get for bringing you two together. Some thanks.”

“Get out before I come over there.” You teasingly threatened.

“All right all right. I'll let you two lovebirds have your fun.” Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust before he turned and left the room once again.

“Now where were we.” Sam reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“If I remember correctly we were doing the kissing thing.” You smiled sweetly.

“Ah yes,” Sam smiled, “that I can do.” He leaned down and once again captured your lips. And in the moment that wasn't the only thing he captured. Sam Winchester not only owned your heart but also your soul. All it took was a bottle of whiskey and a fateful stumble for you to admit it.

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[elliotlikespuke]

Please enjoy the It (2017) fanfiction that no one asked for :)

Warnings: vomit and Munchausen’s by proxy

“Eddie-bear!” Sonia Kaspbrak’s shrill voice pierced the unusually quiet Kaspbrak home. “Where are you going tonight?”

Eddie poked his head into the tv room where his mom sat, as always, in a dingy brown recliner in front of their twenty-two inch television.

“Out with friends. I think we’re going to go down to the quarry.” Big mistake. One mention of swimming (or getting wet. or having to undress. or being outside or being with friends—) and his mother was already turning red.

“Eddie,” she sighed, exasperated. She had been losing her vice-like grip on him since he had found out his life-saving allergy pills were just placebos the doctor had prescribed to shut her up. He still used his asthma inhaler, although he assumed that was bullshit too. It really did seem to help, and psychosomatic or not, Eddie liked not having asthma attacks. “You know you can’t go out with those boys, especially swimming. The weather is turning and it’s getting much colder now and you know how easily you get sick when you get wet...”

Eddie’s face made her trail off. He had the steely look of someone well beyond his years. He said firmly, “I’m going.” And that was the end of that.

Sonia sat back in her chair, sighed deeply and said, “At least eat dinner here. You’ll freeze to death and die of pneumonia, but I can’t let you starve.”

She was already coming up with a plan. When Eddie was younger, much younger, he had gotten into some cleaning supplies under the sink. One very stressful and tear-filled hospital trip later, she had been advised by a doctor to always keep a bottle of syrup of ipecac on-hand, just in case her then-kindergarten-aged son got into anymore window cleaner. Of course, she had taken the advice and bought the strange syrup, keeping it in the medicine cabinet and far out of Eddie’s reach. She replaced the bottle every time it got old and hoped that she would never have to use it but it seemed that today she finally needed to.

Eddie watched as his mom stood up with no small amount of effort and waddled into the kitchen to fix a quick meal. He paid no attention to what she was doing on the stove, just sat and sulked at the kitchen table, staring at the phone, half-expecting a phone call from a pay phone by angry Loser asking him where he was, why he stood them up, when he was going to show up. The phone never rang, and soon his mom had placed a meal in front of him: a sloppy joe, fully loaded, with some sliced vegetables on the side and a glass of water.

The food on the plate made Eddie’s stomach rumble in spite of himself. His mom’s cooking really was delicious, even if most of it was prepackaged and processed. He ate quickly, shoving as much of the sandwich into him as quickly as possible, barely touching the vegetables, but chugging the glass of water and got his things together. His stomach was starting to cramp, but he shrugged it off, sure he had eaten too quickly. He was still a small boy at age 14, shorter than almost all of his friends unless you counted Ben, but Ben was in the middle of a growth spurt and would surely outgrow him in a few weeks time. Thinking of swimming in the quarry with Ben, Richie, Bill, Bev, Stan and Mike as the sun set gave him all the incentive he needed to get on his bike and peddle like the wind despite the growing pain in his abdomen.

As he reached the corner store that marked the halfway point between his home and Derry City Hall, where they were all meeting, his breath started to wheeze and he forced himself to stop. Dismounting his bike and stepping to the side of it, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his aspirator, taking two quick puffs before replacing it in his jeans. He coughed a little, shook his head and got right back on his bike.

By the time the City Hall was in sight, Eddie was positive he was about to pass out at best, pass out in a puddle of his own vomit at worst. His friends were gathered around the sign indicating that yes, this little asshole town had its own city hall, talking and laughing, shoving each other playfully while holding onto their bikes. Richie was in the middle of a joke when he noticed Eddie. He immediately cut off whatever sex joke he was telling and asked, alarmed,

“What the fuck happened to you?”

Eddie had sweat almost pouring down his face. His freckles were almost masked by the flush that decorated his cheeks. It was not from riding his bike. Partway between the corner store and the city hall, he had once again retrieved his inhaler and held it, uncapped, between his lips. He let the inhaler fall into his hand.

“I have a bitch of a stomach ache.” He confessed breathily, as if that was all it was. A stomach ache, no more, no less. He ate too fast. Big Bill looked shocked.

“N-n-no, Eddie. You-you look l-like sh-shi-shit.” Eddie felt like shit. His gut was twisting, twisting, twisting, and just as he tried to say he was fine, he fell to his hands and knees, gasping for air.

His friends exclaimed all around him, mostly curse words, and a few tried to help him back up or put a hand on his back. Richie was running his mouth about “oh god does he need to go to the hospital”. To his credit, Richie really did seem quite panicked. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat and he fought the oncoming gag. While he was not sick as frequently as his mother insisted, he was sick far more often than any of his friends. He knew far too well the warning signs of impending vomiting. So far, Eddie had only been caught off-guard a few times, one of them being when Richie had convinced him to take a drag of the cigarette him and Beverly were sharing. Eddie had coughed and coughed, a fit untameable by his aspirator until he was spewing off the side of Beverly’s fire escape, and splattering the grass below them.

The ground between his hands was clean, whitish concrete. He desperately hoped that his hands were spread wide enough so that when he did puke he didn’t get anything on them.

“I’m gonna puke, guys,” Eddie warned breathlessly. Someone backed away. Ben or Mike probably. Maybe even Stan, but the rest of them stayed close, hands on his back and Bill had one under his chest, holding him upright so he didn’t tip forward into the pool of sick he was about to leave behind.

Without very much warning at all, Eddie gagged silently and watery vomit gushed from between his lips in a powerful stream. This was not normal. Far too familiar with his own vomiting habits, Eddie knew that he usually had to strain for what felt like hours over a bucket, saliva dripping from his lips and whimpering humiliatingly before anything of substance would finally come up. Eddie gasped, and the breath whistlers in his chest before he retched again, much louder this time. Another splash, far less watery this time. His food had barely been digested before it was coming back up in reddish clumps. Coughing to try and clear his struggling airways, Eddie whispered a quiet, “What the fuck?” before being plunged back into merciless gags.

After a considerable amount of time, Bill helped Eddie sit back on his heels. Unsteadily, Eddie crawled to the patch of grass on his right and sat down heavily. Bill and Richie joined him, and then Beverly. The others sat too, although they kept their distance in case any more of Eddie’s dinner wanted to make a reappearance.

Eddie’s stomach still aches. He had expected to feel better afterwards, but instead he felt just as lousy with the added bonus of a bad taste in his mouth. A few tears slipped out of his big brown eyes, and he leaned heavily on Richie, who for once was silent. It was not the thought of crying in front of these people that frightened Eddie, no. They had seen him cry more than he was willing to admit. It was the very reasonable thought that a bout of uncontrollable tears might just send him over the edge again, and he would be bringing up bile and not much else for the next fifteen minutes.

Before he could collapse into nervous and pained tears, Richie wiped the stray ones away and said quietly, “You could have cancelled if you were sick.”

“I’m not sick, Rich—“

“You just upchucked all over the sidewalk!”

“No, I just mean—“ Eddie was cut off again, this time by a harsh gag. Bill tipped him forward, so he wouldn’t puke on his lap. Saliva dribbled from Eddie’s mouth in a thin stream, and he whimpered. This was familiar. Horrible and frustrating, but familiar. Richie put a hand on his back and shushed him gently. A quick look up at the others proved that they were doing everything in their power to avoid looking at him. Eddie couldn’t blame them. If he saw someone in his position, he’d make a beeline for the nearest exit to avoid sympathy puking.

“I d-don’t th-think you have anything else t-to bring up...” Bill said to him softly. His big brother mode was out, full stop, and Eddie was glad there was someone reasonable around. After a few deep breaths, Eddie leaned back wearily. There may not be anything left to come up, but his body was sure as shit going to try.

“Sh-should we call yo-our mom to come p-pick you up?”

Panic seized Eddie. His mom would be full of I-told-you-so’s and worry. He shook his head.

“Can we just stay here for a while?” The smell of his vomit was already permeating the air, but the Losers were all perfectly content to sit patiently for Eddie to feel better.

Eddie leaned into Richie. “I would just love it if you didn’t barf on me.”

[badassdauntlessgirl-blog]

Part 5

Story Title: It’s Our Paradise, It’s Our War Zone Chapter: 5 Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 Genre: Fan Fiction, Divergent Fandom Warnings: Strong Language, Adult Content, Sexual Assault Rating: NSFW Disclaimer: Okay, I did it again, I disappeared for months... sorry. Good news, I’ve finally fallen back into writing after lots of studying and work, so I plan to write some more!

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Riley was trapped in a flash of despair, she felt so helpless, she wasn’t weak but in this moment she had absolutely no control, something she hated. How was she here, how was this happening, she thought of all the ways to get herself out of this situation, she fought harder than she ever had before but everything failed, Riley never failed, she screamed and he put his hand over her mouth, she kicked and he slid himself between her legs pinning them down, she pushed his chest away and he leaned in closer, she slapped his face and he put his hand around her throat, squeezing, not too tightly but enough to make her stop fighting against him. She was completely alone and defenceless. Riley wanted her dad, she needed her dad, she wanted to be saved from this horrendous experience, for one of the only times in her life she couldn’t save herself, she had never felt so vulnerable before. She only hoped that this moment wouldn’t last too long, she knew what was going to happen and she had no power to stop it. Riley launched upright in her bed, uncontrollably shaking, soaking with sweat, heart racing, hyperventilating, tears rolling down her face, it felt so real, it felt like it happened all over again. Once Riley had grounded herself and realised she was safe in her apartment she leaped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, crumbling on the floor because her legs were jelly, she was unable to stay upright, she rummaged around in the bottom cupboard finally her hands laid on Ryder’s bottle of Jack Daniels. She yanked the lid off and chugged the liquid straight from the bottle with her unsteady hand. Eventually the tears stopped, her breathing slowed down and she was able to stand even if she was like a baby taking her first steps. Her small body roared in pain, a vile ache she couldn’t budge. Riley changed out of her damp cropped top and tiny shorts, she fired on workout clothes and left her apartment without even looking in the mirror or fixing her messy ponytail from the night before, she quietly tottered around the dimly lit corridors of the Dauntless compound with a goal location in mind. She barely passed a single person due to it being 3 in the morning and then she heard someone, her head flicked around to see who it was, an uneasy feeling of fear bubbled inside of her, what if he was following her and it was going to happen again? Riley felt sick and started running, she didn’t stop until she reached the gym, by the time she arrived she was breathless, glad to see the place was empty she bent over and leaned on her knees for support. After a few deep breaths Riley stalked over to the punching bag and assaulted it, she could see his face, smell his scent and the worst, taste him, she darted over to the side of the gym and placed her hand on the wall, hunching over she threw up into the trash can, when she thought it was all over she gagged and once again threw up, at least now she didn’t smell or taste him, it had been replaced by vomit, something Riley was grateful for. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stumbled back against the wall, she wanted her dad but she couldn’t bear to face anyone, she refused to let anyone see her in this state, broken and weak. Hearing the gym door squeak Riley flipped her eyes towards the entrance expecting to see someone walk in but instead the place was deserted besides herself, sighing with relief she gathered herself and headed back to her apartment. The instant she entered her apartment she headed straight to the shower and left the water running freezing cold, she let it wash all of her thoughts, fears and memories down the drain. She didn’t go back to sleep that morning, mainly to avoid thinking or dreaming about that awful night again. It only happened once but she relived that night over and over. Despite Riley barely getting any sleep she was still ready on time for work that morning. “Geez, you look like shit.” Ryder said taking a seat at the kitchen island beside his twin. “Well thanks.” Riley quietly spoke, despite her best efforts she was unable to shift the thoughts and feelings from the previous night. “Are you alright?” Ryder asked concern clearly lacing his speech. “Fine.” Riley mumbled. Ryder knew she wasn’t fine but he didn’t push his sister, Riley looked like she hadn’t slept and whatever the reason was she’d tell him when she was ready. Riley didn’t wait for Ryder to leave for work, she walked alone passing people talking and smiling and it made her angry, she was frustrated that she wasn’t strong enough to stop the feelings and memories from that night, the one night of her life she wish she could forget.

When Riley arrived home from work she was still being plagued by that night, she was still unable to shift the emotions and sensations. When someone wrapped on her door she clumsily made her way to it, groaning and stumbling like a zombie, she pulled open the heavy door and faced mother and little Finn, her mom shoved the baby bag in her arms and left without a word being spoken. Looking down at the gorgeous little boy silent tears dripped down Riley’s face, she tried to be happy in front of her baby brother but she was so exhausted she could barely manage a smile. Looking at Finn hurt, a lump formed in her throat, he was so innocent, completely innocent, Riley hoped that it wouldn’t be taken away from him too soon. Riley knocked on Hunter’s door and fidgeted until the door was pulled open. “Hey Hunter.” Riley squeaked. “Hi, what’s going on?” He quizzed her curiously. “I ah, mom left Finn with me but I’ve got some stuff to do so I was wondering if you could take him for a little while?!” “Yeah sure, that’s fine.” Hunter smiled at his only sister. “Thanks so much, totally appreciate it.”

Riley couldn’t face Finn, she couldn’t face much of anyone. She wanted her dad but that meant seeing her mom and she was undoubtedly one of the two people she did not want to see. Once again she found herself at the gym, although this time she wasn’t completely alone but her emotions were so intense she needed to release energy and rage. “Do you ever leave this place?” A familiar voice said behind her. “Do you ever leave me alone?” Riley retorted back to Eric. He flashed her a quick cheeky smirk and then joined her on the mat. He approached her slowly and instantly Riley threw her hands up to defend herself, Eric stepped forward and swung his arm towards her but she dodged it and managed to hit him with a soft uppercut, he sniped her calf and she half collapsed, springing back up she took a step backwards and kicked out towards his stomach but he grabbed her leg and twisted it around, Riley spun around and fell onto her hands, with full force she pushed her leg back and actually managed to make Eric stumble, he let go of her leg and she did a forward roll away from him and jumped to her feet to face him once again. Eric stood before her relaxed with a smirk spread across his face. Riley launched herself at him, she leaped onto him and he fell to the ground, she mounted him and started pounding anywhere she could touch, Eric grabbed her wrists and flipped Riley beneath him, he now hovered above her, her arms pinned at the sides, he lowered down, so much so that their noses almost touched, she could feel his breath, she could hear her own heart beating. “What’s eating at you?” Eric asked. “Nothing.” Riley lied as she tried to wiggle from underneath the muscular blonde haired man but he didn’t let her move. For a few minutes they didn’t speak just stared at each other. Eric lowered his head even further, their lips brushed and Riley with full force kneed him in the side of his torso and he toppled to the side, she took her chance and sprung to her feet and without looking back at Eric she left the gym.

When Riley arrived home there was a white envelope shoved under her door with her name on it. She ripped it open and read the messy hand written letter; Riley, I know where Desmond is, meet me at the north side disused garage building at 10PM tomorrow night. Riley shuffled into her apartment and lightly closed the door behind her with her foot but never took her eyes of the letter, rereading it over and over, she stifled a laugh, surely this was a joke, Desmond was dead then an uneasy feeling came over her, only a limited amount of people knew about Desmond, if it was a prank by one of them, it was an incredibly low blow but then again, they all knew Desmond was dead. Riley was so eager to find out what Desmond knew, now he was gone maybe this person could help or at least maybe give her some needed answers. Riley crumpled the letter in her hand and sat down on the sofa, she was swithering what to do, she knew for sure she wasn’t going unarmed and she was considering who to take with her for backup.

Riley sat in her usual place in the bar, sipping her usual drink of Vodka and orange, a body passed behind her and took a seat next to her, when she looked over she saw a handsome and charming Nick. They drank and spoke for an hour or so and then made their way through the compound to an empty and unused room, without hesitation their mouths locked on each others skin, both parties fumbled around with their clothes, pulling and yanking at the fabric, it took no time at all for Nick to slip into Riley, he had her on her back laying on a table, he gripped her thighs as he plunged deeper into her. Once they had both come they silently redressed themselves and left the abandoned room. “It was nice bumping into you again.” Nick said jokingly. Riley couldn’t do anything but laugh. “Same to you. Cya later.” She said taking off.

The next morning Riley left for work leaving Ryder passed out on the sofa, when she entered the squad room Hunter and Eric were flicking through paperwork. The twins arrived just after Riley. “So another wall check today.” Hunter informed the group. “Oh yippee.” Josh huffed. They geared up and went to Mikey for a vehicle again, it took him 10 minutes to acquire one but it was worth it since the truck was one of the best in Dauntless. It took them an hour and a half to reach their location, once there they checked in with the guards on duty. “Riley with me, we’ll check the wall.” Eric ordered. “We already did it this morning.” One of the guards complained. “Yeah well we’ll check it again.” Eric said sharply, the young guard took a step back and sat down. Riley followed Eric out of the small building and towards the giant wall. “I need a favour.” Riley said once they were out of earshot from the others. “And what would that be?” Eric asked coyly, his eyebrow raised. “I need backup.” “What for Gunner?” He joked. “No, I can handle that myself.” Riley paused, Eric was her best bet, one he would be great for backup and second he’s what she needed for this, although she’d never let him know that. “I’m meeting someone who says they’ve got info on Desmond, I’m meeting them tonight, I ain’t going unarmed and without backup.” “Sure it’s not a hoax?” Eric asked, Riley’s stomach sank a little, she did consider this option but she couldn’t miss the opportunity of getting info of Desmond. “Could be but I still wanna check it out.” “Why don’t you ask Hunter or Ryder?” “They might not understand what I need to do.” Riley didn’t have to say anymore, Eric knew what she meant. “Why not, we had fun last time.” Eric smirked.

Riley packed a bag, making sure to take enough ammo, just in case. Ryder and Gunner sat on the sofa watching TV and eating ice cream. “Where are you off to?” Ryder asked. “Just out.” Riley replied not wanting to tell her brother about the plans she had for that night. Gunner glared at her, still clearly pissed off but she didn’t have time to deal with that right now. She said a quick goodbye and left the apartment, reaching the garage she’d beaten Eric there so she stood with Mikey and chatted with him until Eric arrived, also carrying a bag but a bigger bag, full of guns, ammo, grenades and no doubt other weapons, Eric never skimped out. He dumped his bag in the back of Riley’s Chevy Camaro and climbed into the passengers seat, within seconds Riley revved the engine and they left the garage with a loud and dusty wheel spin. Eric liked Riley’s driving, she was in full control and comfortable but speedy. It only took them fifteen minutes to get in 1 mile of the abandoned north side garage, once there Riley cut the engine and climbed out of her yellow sports car holding binoculars then spied through them searching the target area for any movement or hazards. The place seemed to be deserted. “It’s clear. You know you might get nothing from this.” Eric said looking through his own binoculars. “Worth a shot though.” She replied coolly. Eric understood, there was no going back for Riley, what was going to happen tonight would happen, one way or another. After ten minutes of scouring the area they decided to head in, Riley took it slow and didn’t rev the engine, the whole time the pair keeping their eyes peeled. The closer they got Eric started fumbling around, he pulled out an assault rifle. “I’ll be here if you need me.” Eric said loading the weapon. Riley halted the car and put it into park, she took the rifle from Eric and exited the car leaving him alone. She calmly and slowly started making her way towards the building, rifle at the ready, safety off, ready for whatever she may have to face. Entering the building she seen a scruffy and dirty woman huddled in the corner. “Hello.” Riley said startling the jumpy person. “You came.” She said with a husky voice. “You asked me to.” “They’re going to find me, they’ll find out that you know and you’ll be in serious danger, you’re already in danger, they’ll come for you and your brother, they will.” The woman rambled. “Who? Why am I in danger? What about my brother? What about Desmond?” Riley asked impatiently. “Desmond knows more than I.” The woman started. “I don’t know much, I don’t. Desmond told me a bit. I only know a little.” “Well how about you start by telling me what you know.” Riley persisted. “Doctor Joan Kingsley.” “Who?” “Doctor Joan Kingsley.” The woman repeated. “I got that.” Riley sighed quietly. “What about her?” “Ask your mom.” “Excuse me?” Riley said annoyed. “Speak to her, she knows. You’re in deep danger. Desmond lives at the factionless ruined city. You’ll find him there.” The woman moved from her curled up position and must have been almost six feet. “Desmond’s dead.” She informed the dirty woman. Riley’s radio crackled and Eric’s voice came through. “Riley?” “Coming out now.” Riley was busy focusing on the radio that she didn’t notice the woman had left, Riley stormed into the other room rifle raised, she searched the ruins but the woman was gone. “What’re you doing?” Riley jumped when Eric spoke, the place was dark and gloomy not to mention silent, she hadn’t expected him to be there. “Dammit Eric.” Riley whined. “Comon let’s go.” “Where?” “Factionless city.” Riley replied not waiting for Eric as she made her way to the car. She slipped into the car, Eric jogged to get there quicker and slammed his door shut behind him. “What happened?” Eric asked intrigued. “Not much.” Riley said, she turned the key in the ignition and the car roared to life. “Really?” Eric said raising his eyebrow in her direction. “I’m going to the factionless city. You’re welcome to walk back.” Riley lightly sighed with a cheeky twinge in her voice. Eric didn’t say another word, instead he smirked at the small framed long blond haired girl beside him. Riley was impatient so she sped her way to the run down ruins where the factionless existed together, she was determined to find out about Desmond and what he knew After thirty minutes Riley broke the silence. “It was a woman, I don’t think she’s all there, she spoke so fast and messily.” “What did she say?” Eric asked. “That I’m in danger and so is my brother, although she didn’t say which brother. She also said I need to speak to my mom and she mentioned a Doctor Joan Kingsley.” Riley informed him. “Never heard of her.” “Same.” Once again the pair went silent, Riley kept the part about her mom knowing something to herself. When they reached their destination Eric and Riley exited the car with an assault rifle each, handgun strapped around their leg and Eric had a few grenades on him. As they walked through the remains of the buildings they passed multiple homeless dirty looking factionless of all ages, they were like the walking dead. Riley approached a man that looked like he had more sanity, she bent down and held out a chocolate bar. “Hey Mr. Do you know Desmond?” The man reached out for the bar but Riley pulled it back behind her ear. “Info first.” The man rolled his eyes and sighed, Riley rose to her feet and began to walk away. “No, wait, I’ll tell you.” The man said huskily. “Where did he live, tell me or no chocolate for you.” Eric said towering above both the man and Riley. The scruffy man stumbled to his feet and wrapped his blanket tighter around himself, he took a few steps forward and turned back to see if the Dauntless soldiers were following him, they were of course, they were on a mission. The man was acting a bit shifty but Riley put that down to the fact that her and Eric had assault rifles. “In there.” The man said pointing at a small building with no windows or doors. Eric went to open his mouth but Riley butted in. “You better be right. Here have the chocolate.” As soon as the chocolate was in the mans hand he bolted. “That was a mistake.” Eric said. “I’ve got plenty of chocolate bars.” Riley retorted. Riley and Eric entered the building on guard, once in they found multiple homeless factionless people Riley sighed heavily. “Someone’s bound to know where he lived.” “Hey you, do you know Desmond?” Eric said harshly to a dirty man sitting against the wall. “What’s it to you?” The man spoke in a gravely voice. Eric stormed forward and hauled the man up by the neck of his scruffy worn clothes. “You know him then.” “Maybe.” The man replied shrugging his shoulders, Eric lost patience and pulled the grubby man through the building to a deserted room, he shoved him to the floor and immediately hovered above him, reaching in his back pocket he pulled out a hunting knife and held it to the mans throat. “Where does Desmond live.” “I dunno, I dunno Desmond.” The man said frantically, his eyes bulging as he peered down at the cold sharp metal against his skin. “Clearly you do. Tell us or you’ll regret it.” Riley piped popping over Eric’s shoulder. Eric lightly pushed the knife into the mans flesh, he tried to repel backwards but Eric held him close, a tiny trickle of blood fell down the mans dirty skin. He yelled out, begging Eric to stop. He stared at Riley and gave her puppy eyes. “Just cause I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’ll help you.” Riley now also losing her patience, she kneeled down beside the man, she pulled out a knife of her own and took his hand, placing his palm on the floor she put pressure on his index finger, she looked dead into his eyes. “Tell me.” The man’s eyes started to water slightly but he kept his mouth shut, without another second wasted Riley applied even more pressure onto the knife and it broke through the skin, blood oozed out of his wound but when he still stayed quiet Riley continued, as she hit the bone the man started screaming and crying, begging her to stop. “You can make this all stop, just tell me what I need to know.” Once the mans finger was completely severed Riley stood up and wiped her blade on her black combat trousers, Eric gave her a look of awe, he hadn’t expected this. The man sat there weeping. “Right, next one.” “NO!” The man screamed holding out his two hands, one with five fingers and the other now only with four, thanks to Riley. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” The man took a few deep breaths. “In there, bottom apartment.” “I guess you’re getting to keep your other fingers, for now.” Eric said sternly. The man dropped his head and sobbed. “Okay.” He whispered struggling to get to his feet, Eric helped him by hauling him to his feet. “See that wasn’t so hard.” Eric teased the man.

[dontcallmehelpless]

Loss For Words (Alexander x Reader)

As soon as I found the prompt I used for this, I knew I had to write something for Alexander. It was a little too perfect. Anyways, I plan on writing a sequel to this, so enjoy!

Warnings: I think I swore like once?

Words: 1,099

You were beginning to think the universe hated you.

First, your roommate decided to “accidentally” unplug your alarm clock, causing you to be late for your first class at King’s College, which happened to be at 7am. You didn’t have time to shower, meaning you had to load on the dry shampoo and deodorant, hoping it was enough. You managed to spill half of your cup of coffee on the first shirt you had on, making you need to change before you had even left the house. You weren’t sure if it was possible for you to be as tired as you were, or if you were already dead.

By the time you made it into your first class, the lecture had started exactly 27 minutes ago and everyone stared at you as you made your way to an empty seat. That quickly changed when a boy, not much older than you, ran into the room, just as, if not more disheveled than you.

He slung his books in one of the two seats next to you, which happened to be the only ones open. He slammed a 5 hour energy on the table next to his coffee, before mixing the two together. You looked at him questioningly, not sure if that was the best idea.

“I’m going to die,” he retorted, before chugging the entire cup. You just watched with wide eyes. He shivered as he finished it, as if he could feel the energy coursing through his veins.

If he can do that and not die, he just might be my hero.

“If you’re still alive at the end of this lecture, would you like to join me for some, uh, normal coffee?” You chuckled.

“I’d love to, but I’d like to at least know the name of the lovely lady who just watched me ingest something that could quite possibly send me over the edge before we go anywhere,” he replied, his eyebrows moving along as he talked.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you grinned, returning the smile he gave you earlier.

“Alexander Hamilton. But you can call me Alex,” he sang, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles lightly.

“Wow, I always knew I was royalty, but I never knew other people thought that too,” you joked, fanning yourself with your other hand.

“It’s my way of making up for the fact that a beautiful girl asked me out before I got the chance to even learn her name,” he smirked, winking at you. Redness blossomed across your cheeks, setting back your newfound confidence.

“I had to ask you out before you died. Was that really a good idea?” you gestured to the the empty bottle and cup.

“It’s the only way I can make it through these early classes,” he shrugged, chuckling.

You got a good look at him, taking in everything about him.

His dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, little hairs flying out every which way. He had dark eyes, that almost seemed to light up when he laughed. There were prominent bags under his eyes, probably a result of lack of sleep from mixing 5 hour energy and coffee. He never seemed to stop moving, he was always writing something down, tapping his foot, running his hand through his hair, causing more hairs to fall out of the ponytail.

Before you knew it, the lecture was over, and you two were left among the few stragglers gathering their things. You checked your phone, looking for the time.

“Well, I think I’m still alive, so coffee?” He grinned at you, the way his eyes lit up putting all the stars in the sky to shame.

“Definitely,” you replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the room side by side.

“I’m telling you, Jefferson only wears magenta boxers.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“It’s true.”

“The man wears that coat like once a week and everyone gives him shit for it.”

“He’s asking for it if he chooses to wear it.”

You and Alexander had been going back and forth for hours, bickering and bantering about various topics, from classmates and politics to parties and coffee choices.

“I still don’t understand how you can stand one cream and five sugars in your coffee. That’s way too sweet,” Alexander stuck his tongue out, pretending to gag.

“Says the one who mixes 5 hour energy and coffee,” you shot back, raising your eyebrows as you sipped your second cup of the day. He simply shook his head at you.

“Okay, so now that we’ve gotten our little get-together out of the way, how about I take you out on a date? Like a real date. I have to make it up to you considering you beat me to asking you out the first time,” he babbled, waving his hands around for added effect. You grabbed his hand, gaining his attention.

“Alex.”

“Yes, beautiful?” Redness once again spread across your cheeks like wildfire.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He reached across the table, automatically connecting your lips. You both couldn’t care less that it was 3p.m. in the corner of a crowded cafe, or that you had met less than 24 hours earlier. As you pulled away, you smiled in sync, laughing at the gesture.

There was something that drew you to him, but you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly it was. There was plenty for him to like as well.

He admired you as you sat in the booth across from him, the slightest trace of redness across your cheeks. A few pieces of your hair always fell in your eyes, earning a sigh and a push back from you. Your nose crinkled when you laughed, and when you laughed, you put your whole body into it. He was a very attentive person, and he knew that he wanted, no, needed to learn more about you.

“As fun as this has been, I have another class to head too,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Of course, I should probably get your number though. Can’t let a girl as beautiful as you slip away,” he winked, making you melt a little inside. You handed him your phone, and he handed you his.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said, smiling. You reached up and kissed his cheek, before making your way out of the crowded cafe.

Alex rubbed his cheek from where your lips were mere seconds ago, tingling from the touch.

Somehow, you managed to leave the boy who never stops talking at a loss for words.

[starlight-drive-in]

All My Life, for You - Ch. 6: Morning Tension

Fic Description:

Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren’t for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

Relationships: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeran Choi/OC

Chapter Description:

MI-Cha inadvertently gives Saeyoung a lot more anxiety than he needs right now. The twins get a lead on the source of the trouble. I threw in a couple more tender/funny moments just for good measure.

AO3 Link | First Chapter

Just a few hours later Mi-Cha awakens, having gone to bed hours before the twins she knows they won't be up for a while and that when they do get up they are going to be exhausted. She gently wiggles her way out of Saeyoung’s arms, causing him to stir at the loss of contact.

“Mmm, no. Elly, don’t run away. So soft.” He murmurs in sleep-talk, his glasses crooked on his face as he had obviously forgotten to take them off.

Mi-Cha has to hold back a giggle, she really wishes she had a video of that. She gently removes his striped frames and places them on the bedside table, frowning as she notes the deep red indent on his nose where they’ve been pushing too hard for the past few hours.

She silently leaves them both and heads back to her and Saeyoung’s rightful room across the hallway to take a shower and get ready. 40 minutes later she stands in line with 2 bottles of Ph.D. Pepper in her hand at the coffee shop and convenience store down the street from the hotel.

“Anything else?” The barista asks.

“These and two coffees, one with cream and one sugar, and one with cream and eight sugars.”

“Excuse me did you say eight?” The barista questions, doubtfully

“Yea.” She responds, letting her eyes drift over the menu above the barista’s head. “Oh! And could you put the mocha-mint syrup in there too?”

“Yea, sure.” The barista says slowly.

“Awesome! Thanks so much!” Mi-Cha smiles cheerily.

Mi-Cha is so caught up with the logistics of ordering and figuring out how she’s going to carry 4 drinks that she doesn't notice a man in a baseball cap and sunglasses watching her intently from one of the shop’s tables.

“Here you go.” The barista says, handing over the 2 coffee cups as Mi-Cha hands them the cash.

“Thank You!” Mi-Cha responds, tucking the two sodas under each arm and holding the coffees in either hand.

She turns and leaves the shop, blind to the man getting up from his seat to follow behind her.

--

Back in the hotel room, Saeyoung begins to stir, feeling the empty space in front of him he half-consciously turns over to grope the other side of the bed in search for the familiar warmth of his wife. He thinks he’s found what he’s searching for promptly pulling the found body toward him.

“Ack! What the fuck?!” The body says, squirming out of his grasp faster than Saeyoung’s brain can figure out why Mi-Cha would be acting this way.

Saeran stands next to the bed in a defensive position, justifiably startled from being grabbed in his sleep.

“Saeran?” Saeyoung asks, eyes fixed on the blurry figure at the foot of the bed. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“This is my bed!” Saeran fires back, incredulously. He really isn't much of a morning person as it is and this isn't helping.

“Oh. look at that.” Saeyoung realizes as he scans the rest of his out of focus surroundings. “Where are my glasses?” He yawns before spotting them on the nightstand and slipping them on.

“Ugh!” Saeran groans exasperatedly as he makes his way into the bathroom, shutting the door.

“Saeran!” Saeyoung calls from the room a few moments later.

“WHAT?!” Saeran calls back annoyed, less than ok with being interrupted while trying to do his business.

“Do you know where Mi-Cha is?!” His voice takes on that desperate tone that makes Saeran feel guilty instantly.

“No, I don’t,” Saeran says, his voice at regular tone again.

“I’m checking the other room,” Saeyoung announces as the door clicks shut.

When Saeyoung finds the other room empty he immediately dials Mi-Cha’s number, pacing frantically and running his hands through his hair in a sad attempt to dispel nervous energy. The line trills four times - too many. She always picks up ring one or two. What happened? Where is she? This can’t be happening again.

“Please pick up, Mi-Cha, please pick up” He begs as the fifth ring begins.

-

Mi-Cha is just about halfway back when her phone begins to ring.

“Shit.” She curses as the upbeat instrumental tone that represents her husband is calling plays.

“Uhhhh” She panics for a moment as she looks around for a place set the drinks on, spotting a low retaining wall just a little further down the street, she speed walks to its location, being careful not to spill anything and places her cargo down. Fumbling in her bag, her hand finally closes around her phone and she picks up the call.

“Hey, Sae!” She answers cheerily, oblivious to her husband's panic. The figure behind her promptly turns around, fading back into the crowd as she answers her phone, warded off for now.

“MC! Oh, thank God. Are you ok? Where are you?” He rattles off.

“What? Yea I’m fine I just went to get us our caffeine fixes” She says confusedly.

She hears him sigh in relief. “I was worried. You weren't there when I woke up I- I thought maybe-”

“I’m fine Saeyoung. I’m sorry for worrying you - I’ll be back in a minute ok?” Trying her best to ease his mind.

“Can you stay on the phone until you’re back on our floor?” He says quietly, almost child-like.

“Uhh, I can try? I'm kind of carrying a lot hold on.” She haphazardly shifts her phone to her shoulder while gathering her things again. “Ok, we’re good, on my way!”

“Thank you.” He breathes.

“Well doesn't this bring back memories?” She notes into the phone as she turns into the hotel lobby.

He chuckles shortly while heading back to the hallway, quickly popping into the other room to signal to Saeran that everything is ok, and then takes a post outside the door. “Yea, I suppose it does.”

“At least you're not pretending like you’re not madly in love with me this time.” She teases, pushing the elevator call button with her elbow.

“Never, never again.” He promises.

“I know, Love.” She says sweetly as she steps onto the elevator.

After a few moments, she steps back onto their floor. “Ok, one special delivery of morning caffeine on the way!.” She says, already seeing her husband coming down the hall to assist her with her carrying the beverages back to the room he left his brother in.

Mi-Cha walks back into the room alongside Saeyoung, finding Saeran staring blankly out the window as he often does in the morning.

“Ok, I have two Ph.D. Pepper’s for the most adorable husband in the galaxy, one sickeningly sweet coffee for a Saeran Choi, and a normal person coffee for me!” Mi-Cha announces cheerily, trying her best to lighten the mood as she hands the boys their drinks.

Before she’s even two sips into her own drink, Saeyoung has already chugged almost an entire bottle.

“Slow down or you’re gonna choke yourself,” Mi-Cha warns just before her husband gags on a too-large gulp.

Saeran snorts into his coffee lid at the irony as Mi-Cha pats his back firmly, attempting to assist.

After Saeyoung has recovered from his coughing fit, something occurs to him. “You weren't followed, were you?” he asks Mi-Cha.

“No. I mean, I do-”

“She won’t know if she was. Trust me.” Saeran interrupts

“I’ll take that coffee back now.” Mi-Cha retaliates, holding her hand out toward her him.

“Too late,” he says, throwing the empty cup into the trash bin.

Saeyoung takes her hand instead and holds it to his chest. “You know I'd do anything to protect you, but I can't be there all the time. Just… I know you always believe the best of everyone you meet. You think everyone is good intentioned like you are. Hell, I would have never met you if you weren’t. But please, help God Seven sleep at night and have your guard up? At least until whatever this is has been solved.” He pleads, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

“Yea.” Mi-Cha swallows thickly, he’s right. “I’ll be ok, plus I took that self-defense course last year, remember?”

Just then, Saeyoung’s laptop pings with a notification.

“What’s that?” Mi-Cha asks.

“Search results on where these alerts are coming from,” Saeyoung explains, dropping her hand to attend to his computer.

Saeran follows his brother, just as curious about the source.

The three of them watch Saeyoung’s screen as a satellite map location loads in.

“That looks familiar,” Saeyoung says slowly as his eyes scan the screen.

The map location zooms it to reveal the roof and front facade of an abandoned house if it could even be called a house.

Both twins inhale sharply as Mi-Cha looks on, trying to notice what they’ve already seemed to have grasped.

“That’s…” Saeyoung starts, not wanting to say it allowed.

“That hellhole…” Saeran voices.

“Where you guys lived when you were younger?” Mi-Cha finally says, having put two and two together.

“Yea,” Saeyoung confirms, not noticing his finger twitching nervously on the keys.

“I think I'm going to be sick,” Saeran says, placing a hand on his head and averting his eyes from the screen.