#he removes the stuffing from oreos

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FlashKid references, requested by somebody from a discord server.

Episode 42 - Iron Leaguer

[thatonerandomchick1]

Sharing is Caring 💕

In light of the newest season of Jujutsu Kaisen, I present to you a little imagine that’s been cooking in my brain for some time.

Reader is a first year student.

The air was stale around the building and the wind refused to blow. There wasn’t a bird in the sky nor wildlife in the trees nearby.

Yep. There’s a cursed spirit here.

You stood in boredom and watched Gojo’s smug expression as he observed Kugisaki ‘s and Itadori’s shocked faces. Instead of touring Tokyo and it’s surroundings areas, they were set up to exorcise a curse near the heart of Roppongi.

Once the two students begrudgingly entered the building, You took a seat in the middle of Gojo- sensei and Fushiguro. After a few moments of silence, you glanced at Fushigiro who was obviously sulking and poked his cheek.

“Megs what’s wrong? You seem more down than usual.”

However, before he could respond, Gojo gave his expert interpretation on the nonverbal cues of Megumi Fushiguro, “ He’s sulking because he can’t participate”.

At this Megumi sunk further into the collar of his uniform, neither confirming or denying your mentors statement.

You dig in the pocket of your uniform to retrieve something that you secretly know will help cheer up your classmate.

Oreos. Double stuffed chocolate Oreos.

You retrieved the travel size pack from the pocket with most of the cookies intact, and offer your friend a couple.

Fushiguro’s eyes widen slightly, lower lashes caressing his checks before he shyly looked away and stuck his hand out to accept your offering.

You both enjoy the snack, silently enjoying its sweetness, until you feel an elbow in your left side. Attempting to turn towards the culprit, you come face to face with your sensei.

“Can I help you?”

You watch the smirk on Gojo’s face spread into a full smile as he retreats from your personal space and rest his head on his palm.

“Can your favorite teacher get an Oreo too?” Gojo wines.

You squint at his question, but at this Megumi decides to enact his revenge. “An Oreo? You want just ONE Oreo? After you have eaten a popsicle, an ice cream cone, a crepe, and a slushy?”

Caught in the middle, you lean back in a attempt to remove yourself from the ever brewing conflict. The two proceed to go back and forth until a loud shattering noise is heard above you three.

The source of the noise can be seen amidst the shards of glass, a medium sized yellow curse followed by Kugisaki.

yep. She’s crazy.

you chuckle to yourself, “She’ll fit right in”.

Gojo uses this moment to his advantage and makes A mad dash towards the small pack of cookies.

He snags the remaining 4 cookies and proceeds to jump up and down giggling like a sixteen year old school girl who had managed to snag front row tickets to a BTS concert.

“Gojooo! Give me my cookies. They’re hard to get and you already had your snack.” Reaching towards the cookies that he held snuggled to his cheeks.

He smiles down brightly at you, “Sharing is caring Y/N-Kun💕” as he pops one cookie in his mouth.

“I know. That’s why I shared with Megumi.”

“I’m appalled and offended! Why are you so mean to your sensei?”

“Why did you wait until we were distracted to snatch my Oreos?”

Before he could answer, Itadori and Kugisaki returned to the group. “Hey blindfold, we’ve exorcised the curse. When can we eat?”

Gojo handed me back the small pack of cookies, “ Now. You pick.”

“Pick something expensive since he’s paying,”Megumi added.

“Let’s get sushi!”

“Itadori! You can have sushi at anytime. Why would I pick sushi?”

While Itadori began his speech on how amazing bullet train sushi is, You dig back in to the remaining cookies only to see that they were crushed. This fool left the broken Oreos for me to have.

You balled up the travel sized pack and throw it back at Gojo. You watched as the small blue ball of trash comes annoying close to hitting your teacher but comes to a stop.

He smiles, grabs the wrapper with the broken cookies in it and placed it in his pocket until we reach a trash can.

Placing an arm around your shoulders, Gojo hums a tune that sounds an awful lot like the Pokémon theme song while he leads you all to where itchiji is waiting with the car.

Later that night, you reflected on the day and the little victory you had at dinner when stealing sushi from your teachers plate. As you were about to drift off ito sleep, you felt the sudden appearance of immense cursed energy and heard a petty knock on your room’s door.

You didn’t bother to ask because you already knew who it was. Standing there at 9:30 at night was Gojo holding a medium sized paper bag.

“Here. I bought this for you.”

You reached out to retrieve the bag which you opened to find a family size pack of double stuffed Oreos. Squealing like a hog at supper time, you jump up and down excitedly thanking your teacher.

“You didn’t have to buy more. Yes I was a little annoyed before but I would have shared before you planned your heist for my cookies.”

“ I know but I’d do anything for my favorite Y/N.”

“Gojo, I’m the only Y/N that you know.”

“Still my favorite! “

Not wanting to argue with him, you open the pack to see that there was only 1 row remaining.

Looking up in anger to viciously yell at the culprit only to find nothing. You looked down the hall where you saw Gojo’s retreating form, “How do you buy something for someone else and eat the majority of them!”

“I got hungry. Goodnight Y/N- kun!”

With a modest smile you popped an Oreo into your mouth. Standing in the hallway, Your only thought was that he could have at least brought some milk.

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I hope you liked this! I’m a little rusty and definitely wanted to get back into writing. Please reblog and let me know if you have any additional ideas on what you’d like to see next.

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[0x1lovebot]

𝐮𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

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not proofread!!

jay was incredibly glad he agreed to make movie night a weekly thing with y/n. it was a good way to relax after a long week of school and he got to spend hours sitting next to y/n while eating snacks. it was a win-win situation for him.

he was in the kitchen prepping the snacks while y/n was moving around in the living room setting up the fort. 

“hey y/n, do you want regular oreos or double stuf oreos?” he called from the kitchen. 

y/n thought for a second before answering. “bring both! you can never have too many oreos!”

jay chuckled at y/n’s answer and smiled. everything y/n did or said just made him so warm and giddy inside. he knew it was cheesy but it's not like he could help it, y/n just did that to him. she's always done that for him, he's just had a fucked up way of showing it. he couldn't help but think about how stupid he was for treating her so badly for so long. he hated that. he hated himself for doing that. if only jay had gained common sense earlier, they would've been closer sooner-

"jay hurry up, the fort's done!!" y/n yelled, snapping jay out of his thoughts.

"coming!"

jay entered the living room with snacks piled up in his arms. y/n grabbed some of the snacks out of jay's arms as he placed the snacks down on the coffee table. jay sat down on the floor and turned to y/n with a grin.

“so what movie are we watching?” he asked. 

"well after careful consideration and a lot of pleading from you, we will be watching it: chapter 2. i don't like horror movies much but i'll deal with it just for today!"

jay smiled and got more comfortable next to y/n as she pressed play on the movie. 

it didn't take long for the two of them to fall silent as the movie progressed. jay was enjoying the plot of the movie while y/n was very much unsettled by the killer clown but she couldn't look away, the movie was just too good. jay’s head was in y/n’s lap while she slowly ran her hands through his hair but they were both way too absorbed into the movie to notice the position they were in and how close they were to each other.

as the movie grew more and more suspenseful, the tension in the room grew thicker. it was suffocatingly silent in y/n and jay’s dorm except for their breathing and the movie so the loud ass knock at their front door scared the absolute shit out of them. 

jay sat up immediately at the loud sound. y/n shrieked and wrapped her arms around jay, keeping her face hidden in his shoulder. 

“what was that?!” she whispered frantically.

jay rubbed y/n’s back and chuckled lightly. “that was the door, i’ll go open it.” 

y/n awkwardly removed herself from jay and wrapped herself in a blanket. jay opened the door however he didn’t even get to say anything because riki pushed right past jay and sat on the floor next to y/n.

“uh can we help you?” jay asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“are either of you good at chemistry?” riki asked as he opened his laptop.

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[mygnolia]

maybe i’m in love with you? cyj

yeonjun x gn!reader

no warnings!

a/n: i hurt myself writing this ngl they are so ** **** **** each other…barfs

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yeonjun’s going to be honest. he doesn’t know you that well.

but! that doesn’t mean that he can’t learn.

what he knows so far:

you do not do well when you study with music. in your countless study sessions, he’s looked up to catch you pretending you’re an idol and making all of those cute facial expressions and hand motions. of course you’re caught red-handed, you do it so often that it’s not hard to notice when a good song comes on. your playlist is very nice, yeonjun gives you that.

he also knows you like sour patch watermelon better than the other flavors because they have a cute shape and nice colors. which, he has to disagree with, because sour patch kids are ultimately the best, but if buying two boxes of candy makes your eyes light up, he’ll overspend.

he also knows that you know that he doesn’t sleep. and that you’ve called him out on his nowhere near okay sleep schedule for a while now, but it’s embarrassing how fast he falls asleep on call with you. it’s your voice! yeonjun’s grasping at straws to defend himself, but it’s half true anyways.

see, the issue is, the boy’s kind of stumped after that. why is he even thinking about this right now? he should be sleeping. it’s…2:17 am.

you: “my mcdonald’s fries are soggy help” he stifles a laugh, grinning at the screen before texting you back.

yjun: “y r u eating mcdonalds at 2 am i…”

you: “we literally had takeout at 5 a week ago stfu titan” your retorts are cute. they don’t deter the boy, but the banter is always enjoyable.

yjun: “u missed the point <3 what i’m saying is u should be SLEEPING”

you: “WHY ARE YOU TALKING”

you: “YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE IS MORE MESSED UP THAN THE CREAM TO COOKIE RATIO IN DOUBLE STUFFED OREOS”

yjun: “ur not wrong but i don’t see u passing out before me…suddenly ur a saint :||”

you: “LMFAO true..anyways ur blocked please sleep and never wake up”

yjun: “and here i was gonna serenade u after we finished this project…embarrassing ig”

yjun: “also not u telling me to sleep we JUST talked about this”

you (replied to yjun): “omg u singing…do it now before i strangle u”

yjun: “come over first” he types it as a joke, and it really doesn’t mean much until you’re banging at his door and he’s scrambling out of bed to let you in.

“does this mean you’re going to strangle me??” he greets, smile playing on his face.

“good morning to you too, mr yeonjun.”

“hm, it’s late, huh?”

“want me to stay over?” you grin up at him, and even if it’s in the dark, the boy looking down at you can tell. he just recognizes the glint in your eye when you smile.

“you’re the one who drove your broke can’t-pay-for-gas car here.” he says pointedly. yeonjun isn’t wrong, but he also most definitely is.

“wow, i can’t even see my favorite boy?” you say without much thinking. he’s stunned, freezing up for a second, and then he’s smiling that lopsided grin that looks so good on his face. the moonlight lights up some parts of his face, but it’s glow doesn’t illuminate all of the sparkles in his eye (when he’s looking at you.)

“no, no you can’t.” you purse your lips in a pout and stalk off to his room. yeonjun trails behind, pretending to hate you, oh so much.

in reality, you’ve both fallen for each other much too long ago.

[the-bau-quinjet]

Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

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"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

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"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

-

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

-

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

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"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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Lucy in the Sky

Day Thirteen: Balloon

More Joey and Dawn. More Parents!Harringrove. More fluff.

--

Sometime after Dawn wheedles them into signing paperwork on their way out the door for a “fieldtrip,” that ultimately equates a tattoo, a replica of Steve’s nail bat that Max helped design, and just a hop before they catch her sneaking out past curfew to meet friends at the skatepark, of all places, Billy decides it’s time to rethink some shit. 

As a family unit, sure. Maybe it’s time to incorporate picking up after themselves and not watching so many horror films when Dawn should be trying to raise her calculus grade, but.

Billy starts thinking about him and Steve as parents, too. How their loosey-goosey, cool guy, ‘you can tell us anything,’ good cop/good cop bullshit seemed to work for a while. Before Dawn got a cell phone and her first pair of platform heels and an attitude that could burn a hole in the sky. 

Before she grew up. 

And it’s true what they say, isn’t it? Karma’s a bitch. 

Billy was the same way when he was younger. A sweet little tart who turned into a handful--getting into fights and slamming his bedroom door only to let the shame eat him up inside because he had no other choice.

And Neil was an asshole who deserved the run around Billy gave him, but that’s not Dawn. That’s not the little girl who used to paint his toenails when he fell asleep on the couch.

Billy spends the first Saturday in October removing Dawn’s door from its hinges, anyway. A punishment for leaving her window open so Peter could climb through unannounced.

And even though it’s just typical teen rebellion, and even though Billy did the same shit when he was her age, with Steve, no less, it’s eerie. How much like him she is, in some ways. How hellfire seems to burn her up from the inside, shooting out her mouth and eyelids at anyone who gets too close. 

And as she cries on the bed that afternoon with her head in Steve’s lap, holding her little stuffed coffin to her chest, Billy starts to wonder.

If he’s doing an alright job as a dad. 

If it means anything, when Dawn screams at him to get out but lets Steve sit and wait out the storm. Billy carries her door to the basement and wonders if he’s turning out just like his old man. 

Not worth a shit.

--

Dawn finds other doors to slam, rattling walls and the banister of the stairs when Dawn insists she won’t be doing the family costume, this year. 

After Billy and Steve spent months planning. After they found extras for Max and her spitrunt kid and her dorky husband and Peter, who’s suddenly glued himself to the vines outside Dawn’s window because they still haven’t learned their lesson--

She slams the bathroom door and tells Billy it’s all his fault.

Everything--their living situation that could rival Guantanamo Bay, and the hole in the Ozone and the death of Christ too, probably. 

He’s an asshole who doesn’t understand love. A puritanical tyrant who’s just mad his growing beer belly stole all the fire from his relationship, and so Billy’s taking it out on Dawn and Peter, who are the only people on Earth to ever love each other that much. Enough to sneak in through half-open windows long past curfew for one more kiss.

Yeah.

Billy decides he isn’t going to cry about it. Or scream, or lay down the law and make things worse because Steve’s right about this. Like most things. 

It’s not personal.

Whatever Dawn’s got settled on her heart. She’s going through changes, and--

Steve runs after her as soon as the door slams. Because that’s his thing. Just like how Billy eating an entire package of Gluten Free Oreos after Steve disappears up the stairs is Billy’s thing.

Dawn lets Steve in as soon as she knows it’s not other dad. 

The screaming dulls to a holler and then a slew of teary, unintelligible words until Steve’s got the bathroom door open and he’s leading Dawn to her bedroom. Tucking her in and then tugging the makeshift curtain closed behind him.

“She alright?” Billy swallows the Oreo in his mouth, making room for Steve who flops onto the couch with a sigh.

“She feels terrible.”

“Fuck. Yeah, I’m.” Billy stuffs another Oreo in his mouth. Talks around it, nearly choking but staving it off. “I’m no good at this, Steve. I told you I’d never be good at this, and now our daughter’s sobbing on her bed for the fifth time this week because I’m just like--”

“Stop it.”

Billy swallows the Oreo. “Why?”

“Because you’re being ridiculous. This isn’t about you or Neil or this delusional fear you have of being a bad father, she’s upset about Peter kissing Luke McGuire under the bleachers during third period.”

“The little turd did what?”

“Yeah, who knew? Our little Peter, a two timing fuck wad?” Steve shrugs, like, what is the world coming to. “He was supposed to take her to lunch but lied and said he was volunteering to plant flowers with the botany club.”

“You got all that from a five minute conversation? How?”

“She trusts me, I guess. We’re pretty open about boy stuff, since my boyfriend used to be kind of crazy, too.” Steve grabs the cookie package Billy throws at him, exasperated by what he finds. “Bills, why didn’t you eat the regular Oreos?”

“I didn’t know they weren’t.”

“Oh, the jack-o-lantern cutouts and the orange frosting didn’t clue you in?” Steve says, but he leans against Billy anyway. Pops an Oreo in Billy’s mouth and then his own. “Just give it time. Dawn knows, two-timing loser boyfriend or not, she’s been kind of a turd this week.”

She has, but. So has Billy. 

He pulls Steve tighter against him, resting their heads together. “Maybe I should give her door back, at least.”

Steve chuckles, doling out another round of Oreos. “Maybe.”

“What’s so funny? You don’t think it was a good idea?”

“Well, it was very, um.” Steve ponders, chewing thoughtfully. “It was kind of Lord and peasant duking it out in Feudal England. If you wanna get technical.”

“You didn’t think it was very Feudal England when you were cleaning out the medicine cabinet at three in the morning to make room for all those boxes of condoms our daughter apparently needs now.”

Steve pinches him, like, “Safe sex is very important.”

So Billy pinches back, running his fingers over the offended flesh when Steve yelps. “You’re so much better at this than me.”

Steve hands him another Oreo. “Am not, I just speak teeanage girl fluently.”

And it’s true. They make a good team. Billy outlines the rules and Steve, over tear soaked toilet paper balls on the bathroom floor, puts them in her language.

-- 

A week after Dawn’s bedroom door is put back in its frame and two days after she throws Peter’s shit on the front lawn, Dawn bakes Billy a batch of half-raw cupcakes.

Sends Steve in to kiss Billy awake on the second Saturday in October so the morning starts off on the right foot. So Billy’s nice and soft and pliant when Steve pulls back far too soon and says, “Dawn made cupcakes.”

“For breakfast?” Billy checks the clock. 8 am, bright and early. He turns back to his husband with a frown. “You little witch. We agreed--she’s grounded until the first of November.”

“Yeah, but--” Steve leans in to kiss his neck. “Halloween is such a magical time of year, baby. Do we really want Dawn to miss out on the last one she’ll have as a kid?”

“She’s not a kid anymore.”

“But--”

“Since when did you become such a softie?” Billy pokes Steve’s tummy, delighting in the flush it sends across Steve’s cheek. 

He’s so beautiful. Still takes the air from Billy’s lungs, even after all this time. Billy always knew he’d never get over it, but. It’s kind of ridiculous.

“Come downstairs, baby.” Prince Charming says. He bats his eyelashes and sways his hips on the way out, because they know Billy can’t hold his ground much longer.

Because Dawn’s been good, the last few weeks. Brought all her grades up and stayed in even when Joey’s played a show or Peter stops by. Doing her chores and eating her vegetables without complaint. 

Billy feels his resolve crumbling even as he tugs his slippers on and tries to rebuild it, one brick at a time. 

It crashes and burns when he sees the kitchen.

Cupcakes as far as the eye can see. Little mummies with candy eyes peaking through the breaks in their toilet paper faces, and.

Balloons. Black and Orange clumps of joy littered around the kitchen to celebrate the holiday and one solitary ghost tied to a plate of cupcakes that says, I’m Boo-ery Sorry for acting like a Witch!”

Billy decides, if Dawn can forgive him for taking the door of its hinges he can forgive her for flying off them. 

[ri-ahhh]

good times

things come to a head, as it were. part 3 in this lil trilogy.

warnings: kinda long, almost all smut, probably one of the dirtier things I’ve written in a while

A/N: once again, I apologize this is so long and there’s no keep reading break. Even if tumblr did work on my laptop, my cat chewed up my charger and it’s dead so.. yeah. Sorry again.

***

The next afternoon finds you and Grayson in his car, munching on a lunch of Monty’s and sitting in otherwise companionable silence as Cudi’s album plays quietly from the speakers.

You had slept like a rock the night before. The heat from Grayson’s body in his almost too-comfy bed beneath the fluffy comforter, with his arm slung around your waist to keep you close to him all night, had lulled you off to sleep faster than you can ever remember having done before.

The orgasm might have helped, too. But it was him that had kept you safe and cozy and warm enough to wake up feeling like a new woman.

Enough so that you let him coax you awake in the middle of the sunrise this morning, his eyes puffy but cheeks full as he grinned down at you sleepily and pushed a rogue chunk of hair out of your face. That gruff morning voice convinced you to do the unthinkable — leave the bed and go on a morning jog with him.

“Fine,” you had grumbled, not sounding nearly as sexy as him with your raspy, unused voice. “But you owe me.”

Grayson chuckled, and you felt the dip in the mattress as he stood up and stretched. “Owe you what?”

You cracked an eye open and watched him, the thick muscles all over his body elongating as he lifted his arms over his head with a big yawn. He’s just wearing his underwear, and you’re suddenly very conscious of the fact that you’re similarly dressed in a pair of his boxers and his hoodie he had given you after... everything.

He says your name, and your eyes zip to his handsome face; away from where they had been admiring the perfect curve of his ass in those skin-tight briefs.

“Huh?”

He’s full-on smirking at you, and frustratingly you can feel the flush creep into your cheeks despite yourself. You groan and bury your face in the pillow. “Shut up.”

To your surprise, the bed shifts again as he climbs back onto it on his knees. You turn your head just in time for him to dip down and press his lips to your temple gently.

“I said you can tell me what I owe you after we’re done with our run.” He yanks the covers back, and your disapproving whine turns into a giggly yelp when he smacks your ass lightly. “Chop chop, little onion. Let’s go.”

The run wasn’t bad, even though you had to borrow a pair of shorts and some tennis shoes that were a half size too small for you from Kristina. He let you pick the playlist to play through the speaker on his phone, and you actually enjoyed the rush of crisp morning air around you. But after putting you through a watered-down version of his calisthenics workout after the run, you decided that what he owed you was a nice, juicy vegan burger to replenish yourselves.

“You know what I just realized?”

You’re halfway through sucking a big bite of ice cream off your spoon when he breaks the comfortable quiet between you. Your brows raise in question, and he casually throws another fry into his mouth before continuing, eyeing you through the side of his sunglasses.

“After all we’ve done lately... we’ve never even kissed.”

That throws you for a loop. Your gaze drifts unseeing out the windshield as you consider his observation. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall that happening, either.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you say, pulling the now-clean spoon out of your mouth. You scoop a bit of whipped cream onto it, and slip it in again as you look up at him with a smirk. “At least, not on the lips.”

He gives a little huff of laughter through his nose, accepting the bite of ice cream you offer him. There’s a brief moment of silence as he sits back in his seat a bit and swallows. “We should change that.”

You’re hunting through the cup of milkshake to find the perfect chunk of Oreo when he says it, and you jerk your head in surprise. “Oh.. yeah?”

Grayson nods and smiles. “Yeah.”

You swallow. Why are you suddenly so nervous? “Now?”

He shrugs. “Now. Later. Doesn’t matter. I just think we should.”

“Why?”

What a dumb question, you tell yourself, mentally giving yourself a face-palm. Grayson seems unfazed by it, though, and just keeps looking at you softly as he sucks a bit of salt off his thumb before crumpling up his napkin and stuffing it in the paper bag.

“Just doesn’t sit right with me that I’ve licked your pussy and not — well, your other lips.”

“Grayson!” He’s unbelievable, saying stuff like that so casually. You reach for his tea and take a big chug, feeling your face heat up while he laughs heartily.

“What? It’s true!” He snatches the drink back and takes his own sip, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Are you forgetting that the first time I saw you naked was when you masturbated for me? Don’t get shy on me now, babe.”

You pout at him, annoyed,because he’s right. You don’t even have an explanation for why you’re being like this; one of the reasons you and Gray always got on so well from the beginning is because you had basically no filter with each other, both comfortable with talking about everything from bathroom habits to hookups. But there’s a level of intimacy you now share with him that does, indeed, have you... well, shy. Anxious.

Excited.

Grayson must sense a shift in your energy, or maybe he just notices the way your eyes suddenly can’t stay off his lips, try as they might. He sits the drink in the cup holder, and you both subconsciously shift in your seats to face each other better. His hand reaches out and cups your cheek, his long fingers curling around your jaw and into your hair, his thumb brushing your lower lip gently.

His hazel eyes dart to your mouth, then back to your eyes, and there’s a mutual movement the both of you make toward one another, so that neither could claim or decide who moved first. But suddenly his lips are planted softly on yours — much softer than you would have anticipated for Grayson to be. They’re firm for a second as you both process the moment, but it’s definitely you who quickly lets out a little gasp and shifts just enough so his full bottom lip gets trapped between yours.

His breath is warm as it escapes through his nose, and there’s pure electricity when he pulls you closer with that hand on your face that slides to the back of your neck. Your own hand clutches at his arm as the other uses the console for leverage to push yourself towards him, too, all while you take turns sucking and nipping each other’s lips.

Your mouths are slippery when you finally part for breath, however much later that is. You both sit back in your respective seats, chests heaving a bit as you smile to yourselves and consider how amazing that first kiss was.

“Gray?”

He looks at you, brow raised but swollen lips lifted.

“I don’t want to stop.”

Grayson’s eyes darken, heat smoldering in his gaze as he lets out a deep breath, reaching for your hand. “Fuck. C’mere, please.”

You shake your head, even though your body is screaming to give in to his request and scramble into his lap. “Too busy outside,” you point out, nodding to the hustle and bustle of LA right outside the window.

Grayson sighs again and interlaces your fingers together. “Buckle up, then. Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, and before you know it he’s putting the car in drive and taking off down the road.

“Too bad we’re not in the Tesla,” you say slyly, unlocking your hand from his so you can rub your palm across his lap. You grin when you feel the start of his erection beneath the thin shorts he’s wearing.

“God...” Grayson takes your hand again and kisses the back of it before tangling you’re fingers again and holding them together over the gearshift. “Next time, baby, next time.”

Your heart thrills at the thought of a ‘next time,’ but for now you concentrate on making it home for this time.

By some kind of miracle, there’s hardly any traffic on the way back to the house. The air is electric between you the whole time, and Grayson barely has the car in park once the gate is shut and you’re in the driveway before he’s unbuckling and throwing himself at you.

You welcome his kiss with a moan, sliding your fingers through his thick hair as you welcome his invading tongue past your lips. It slides against yours with practiced ease that has you positively melting into your seat — which you’re made aware you’re still trapped in by the locking of the seatbelt when you try to lunge at him to get even closer.

Grayson grunts, and presses the little red button for you as he rips his mouth away, then leans across your body with his eyes locked on yours the whole time to open the passenger door.

No words are needed; the look you two share does enough talking. You both scramble out of the car, holding hands as soon as you meet again. Grayson leads you to the front door as you hurry behind him, and you follow him past the threshold closely. Luckily, there’s no one between you and his room to stop and ask questions or pass judgments, and the click of his bedroom door is the final barrier you need before you’re on each other like wild rabbits.

You reach hastily for each other’s tops right at the same time, and you both smile quickly. He lets you go first, raising his arms above his head so you can whip his t-shirt off with relative ease, even though you have to go on your tip-toes. You barely get the chance to admire all those smooth muscles before you’re blinded by the fabric of your own shirt.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” Grayson says lowly, admiring your tits in your sports bra for a second before he’s removing that, too. You smile shyly and help him rid you of the constricting garment, throwing it across the room once it’s cleared your head.

“Me too.” He’s pulling out your ponytail next, letting your hair cascade around your shoulders freely. You step back and kick your shoes off while he does the same, tugging off your shorts and underwear as well before jumping back into his arms once you’re both naked.

Grayson groans and hoists you up, and your legs lock around his waist as his lips find your neck. His dick, already completely hard, gets trapped between your hips and his belly, and you rock into it slowly. You sigh with modicum of relief it brings, and your eyes roll back when he bites down at the junction of your shoulder. You thread your fingers tightly into the hair at the back of his head to hold him there. “Fuck... Gray..”

He grunts in response, turning to walk you to the unmade bed you had both vacated just that morning. You cling to him as he lays you down, unwilling to let him go far even though he’s quite literally completely on top of you. He puts enough space between your torsos so he has room to gaze down at you beneath him. Hair fanned out on the pillow, dark red marks already rising to the surface of your skin, breasts full and heaving.

“So beautiful,” he says, sliding a hand up your side, stopping to squeeze your waist, which makes you squirm, before cupping one of your breasts in that calloused palm.

He’s the beautiful one, really. His eyes are soft and sweet, glowing a certain shade of green you’ve only seen a couple of times by now. His muscles bulge, his lips extra pink and puffy. His dick stands tall and thick between you.

He’s almost too much, too perfect. But you can’t let this go any further without making sure he knows what you really want of him, more than anything.

“Gray,” you say his name again, getting his full attention. You grin demurely up at him, and reluctantly take his hand away from where he’s squeezing your tit pleasurably. Eyes locked on his, you kiss his warm palm before murmuring. “I don’t want to stop.”

He looks a little confused, and his thumb strokes your cheekbone slowly. “I know, baby. Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

You nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. But I just — I don’t want to stop ever. I want to be able to have you all the time. Whenever.”

Grayson keeps staring down at you, and you blush furiously even as a smile breaks across his handsome features. “Are you saying you want to be together? Like for real?”

You sigh in relief, and hold his hand still so you can nuzzle your cheek against it. “Yeah. I - you know I suck at words.”

Grayson chuckles and lowers down to his elbows, his mouth so close to yours you can feel his sweet breath against your lips. “I do. It’s fucking adorable.”

Your smile turns wider for a second, but in the next you bite your lip and you wrap your arms around his neck to keep him exactly where he his. Your fingers dip down to blindly trace the lion tattoo on his sinewy back. “Do you - I mean, do you want the same?”

His expression softens, and he stares down at you for a moment before answering you with a gentle kiss.

“Absolutely,” he mumbles against your lips. “Didn’t I just tell you: I’ve wanted it for a long time now.”

“Let’s not waste any more, then,” you whisper heatedly, the drive to become completely consumed by him glaring up in your chest, your belly, your pussy once more.

Grayson seems to be on the same page, because the kiss he meets you with this time is hot and heavy and has you grinding into each other with thick moans and hands all over one another.

You wiggle your hand in the minute space between your bodies to grasp his dick, which is already slick from your juices. You watch his face as you give him slow, steady pumps, swirling the precum around his slit and twisting your fist at the head.

“Want this dick inside me,” you whisper, a fierce edge to your voice that has him biting his lip with a groan and his hips thrusting hard into your hand.

He shakes his head, whether in disbelief or an answer to your demand, you’re not sure. “Lemme eat your pussy again.”

Any other time, you would already be pushing on those broad shoulders, but not now. “The last couple weeks have been enough foreplay, I think. I want all of you, right now.”

He stares deeply into your eyes, as if he’s checking to make sure you’re sure, and you nod at him.

Grayson sighs and slips his hand down to join yours, wrapping around your slimmer one to guide him inside you together. You both inhale sharply, and let go of his cock as he sinks deeper, eyes locked once again while he slides home.

“God... damn,” he whispers harshly, tucking his hand behind your neck and dragging you up the short distance to meet his mouth.

You whine in return against his lips and hitch your knees higher up his waist, rubbing his back comfortingly as you both acclimate to him being inside you for the first time. He’s already stretching you out better than anyone has before, made even more intense by the fact that it’s Grayson in you, on you, around you.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg sweetly, the pet name slipping past your lips with surprising ease.

You nip and suckle his earlobe, moaning loudly when he obeys and pulls out almost completely before pushing back in to the hilt slowly.

Grayson builds a rhythm like that, steady and perfect as he follows your cues to give you exactly what you want. When you whimper for him to fuck you harder, he sits up just enough to hook your knees over his elbows, then leans down over your body once again to thrust into you with an even better angle with better leverage.

“You want it like that?” he asks shakily, his voice gruff and full of sex as he pumps in and out of your pussy with dangerously smooth, even strokes that have you crying out his name in answer. Your hands claw at his thick, round shoulders, nails digging into the snake head and the bird feathers inked into his golden skin “Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good. So fuckin wet, baby.”

You force your eyes open and stare at his flushed face, admiring the sweat clinging to his chest and brow and the way his chain dangles between you. One of your hands leaves his shoulder and hooks a finger into the silver, using it to tug him down for a deep, wet kiss that has your toes curling in the air.

The angle change has you gasping against his mouth, your lips dropping open against his as you tell him desperately, “Right there, right there...” and slide your hand between your bodies to rub the perfect slow circles on your clit.

He must feel you getting tighter around him, because he groans into your open mouth, sliding his tongue inside to meet yours sloppily. “Oh my god, baby, you gonna cum? Huh?”

You let your loud, breathy cries be his answer, until your moaning out his name as you clamp vice-like around his dick.

Grayson’s hand knocks yours out of the way when he feels it falter, and he takes over for you so you can ride out the bliss without distractions. He slows his thrusts inside you, until your breath has calmed down some and the flutters of your pussy fade away.

You open your eyes to find him enthralled by your blissful features, and smile up at him tiredly. Grayson lets your legs fall from his arms, and you wrap them instead around his waist, your hands finding the sweaty planes of his back. “Holy shit...”

“Yeah?” Grayson smirks down at you. His hands find your breasts and squeeze them, his thumbs rubbing your nipples, before letting one hand travel up to your jaw. He slips his thumb past your lips, letting you suck on it with pure seduction in your eyes as your hips twitch beneath his.

“Your turn,” you murmur, arching your back when he sits up to his knees and takes hold of your waist. You thrust your arms beneath your pillow, letting your tits bounce enticingly with every hard thrust he gives you in search of his own release. His eyes flit impatiently between where his glistening cock is disappearing over and over inside your swollen pussy, to your chest, to your pretty face begging him with both eyes and quiet whispers to let you have it.

It doesn’t take long for him to let out a guttural growl and pull out quickly, jerking off over your stomach as he shoots ropes up your torso. You hum contently and take over for him, thoroughly enjoying the warm liquid white streaking up your skin as you watch him fall apart.

Grayson collapses next to you weakly, chest heaving as he comes back down to earth. You grin and slide over to snuggle up to him, kissing his pec when he throws a heavy arm over your shoulders to hold you there as best he can in the moment.

You give him the time he needs, until he’s turning his head and coaxing your lips to his. You indulge him for a moment, then pull away with a low hum.

“We should shower,” you suggest with a happy sigh. You look down at your tummy and breasts, chuckling. “Your cum kind of got everywhere.”

Grayson laughs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You smirk and grab his hand, using his own finger to collect a streak that’s managed to stay almost completely on your skin, scooping it up and sucking it into your mouth with your eyes on his. You give him a wink.

“Won’t be the last, either.”

[honey-dewey]

Wisdom Teeth Imagines

My sibling is having their wisdom teeth out tomorrow and I felt like writing wisdom teeth imagines because I dunno I was bored? This’ll focus more on Reader getting their wisdom teeth out, but who knows. Maybe I’ll do this again. 

Total Word Count: 2,988

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Din Djarin:

Din watched as you stumbled a bit coming up the ramp into the Crest. You’d just had surgery to remove your wisdom teeth and if Din had known you’d be this high, he probably would’ve left you with Peli until the drugs wore off.

“Din,” you whined, reaching out and stumbling over your own two feet. Din caught you, carrying you to the cockpit. He’d set up a sleeping spot there, warm and cozy so he could keep an eye on you while you recovered.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Din,” you said again, putting a hand slowly against your face. “Din!”

“Yes ner ka’ra?” Din said, crouching down so he was at your level.

“Can’t feel my face!” You said, voice overly worried. The cotton in your mouth and the numbness of your face give you a lisp, and Din couldn’t help but grin.

He smiled despite the helmet, putting a hand on the top of your head. “It’s okay, that’s normal. Lay back now, my star. That’s it, it’s time to sleep.”

You didn’t fight as you sunk into sleep, eyes flickering shut. Din took a minute to admire you, cotton stuffed cheeks and all, before he stood to sit in the pilot’s seat. He wanted to find somewhere safe where you could recover for a few days, at least.

Sorgan was a day’s trip out of the way, and Din set course for the backwater planet. He turned once the coordinates were set, looking at you.

Din sighed, sitting on the floor beside you. He’d gone through this years ago, and knew that what you’d need most was comforting company.

As you shifted in your sleep, he moved so you could use him as a pillow. While you slept, Din relaxed, his helmet off. You wouldn’t remember anything if you woke up, so what did it matter?

Your eyes cracked open and you grumbled. Din, above you, smoothed down your hair and smiled. You gasped softly. “Brown eyes,” you murmured.

Din chuckled. “Brown eyes,” he agreed. “Go back to sleep.”

“Okay Brown Eyes,” you said softly, rolling over and falling asleep once more.

Marcus Moreno:

(Side note! For more Marcus wisdom teeth shenanigans, go read When I’m Older and I’m Wiser.)

“Oh babe,” Marcus said, trying not to laugh as he walked into the operating room. You stared at him, wide eyed.

“Holy shit,” you slurred, still staring. “You’re hot.”

Marcus pressed his lips together and suppressed his laughter. “Thank you,” he said. “Are you ready to go home?”

You nodded, trying to stand and immediately falling into Marcus’s arms. “Are you single?” You asked as he carried you to the car.

“No, I’m not single. I’m actually engaged,” Marcus said, and you immediately started to sniffle. “What? What’s wrong? Does your mouth hurt?”

You shook your head, nearing tears. “Why aren’t you single?” You wailed as Marcus put you in the car. “This isn’t fair!”

Marcus’s worry melted away. “Oh, honey. No, hey, I’m engaged to you!”

Your eyes went wide as your tears stopped. “What?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said, showing you the ring on your hand. “I’m engaged to you.”

“Woah,” you breathed, watching his face as he buckled you in. “Damn, I hit the jackpot.”

Marcus had to turn away and take a few breaths so he didn’t start laughing. “Okay babe. Ready to go home?”

You nodded, leaning against the door. “Can I sleep?”

“Of course you can sleep,” Marcus said, getting into the car and kissing your temple. “Close your eyes, we’ll be home before you know it.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking down at your hand one last time and grinning. “I’m so lucky.”

Max Phillips:

“Head still hurt?”

You groaned in response.

Max chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He’d been looking after you since you got your wisdom teeth out, and now that you weren’t high anymore, everything hurt.

“Wanna eat something?” Max asked, looking over at you. You were face down on the couch, breathing slowly through the pain. “We have ice cream.”

You nodded, mumbling something softly. Any normal person wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Max was no normal person.

“Okay,” he said, standing and closing his book. “Vanilla it is.”

He made you a bowl of vanilla ice cream, grabbing himself a Max popsicle while he was in the freezer. Sucking on the popsicle and letting the metallic tang coat his senses, he handed you your bowl. You made a face at his blood popsicle, but didn’t say anything as you sat up and very slowly spooned ice cream into your mouth.

You’d eaten maybe five bites by the time Max had finished his popsicle.

“Oh for the love of god,” Max said softly, scooting closer and taking the ice cream from you. You whined, but he shook his head. “Open wide.”

You did so, opening your mouth as best you could. Max put the spoon in, and you swallowed the ice cream.

“Better?” He asked, spooning up another bite. “Probably faster.”

You stuck your middle finger up and Max and took the next bite of ice cream.

“Mhm,” Max hummed playfully. “If you’d let me turn you, you wouldn’t be in pain right now.”

“Fuck you Phillips.”

Max’s grin grew. “I’ll take you up on that,” he promised. “Once you get better.”

You groaned. Later, you’d punch him for that comment, but for now, you resigned yourself to being spoon fed by the world’s most annoying vampire.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

“Okay Sparks, in the truck, there you go.” Frankie held your hands as you unsteadily got into his truck. He’d been the only one available at seven AM, so he’d driven you to your wisdom tooth appointment.

You hummed slowly, watching with unfocused eyes as Frankie got into the truck with you. “Fish?”

“What’s up Sparks?”

“I-“ you stopped abruptly as the truck growled to life. “Rumbly.”

Frankie put his phone on its holder and hit the record button on the camera. “Sparks. You okay?”

“The truck is purring!” You said, patting the dashboard. “Like a cat!”

“Like a cat,” Frankie agreed, driving out of the parking lot and across the street to the nearest fast food place. “You still want that milkshake?”

You nodded. “Cookie?”

“Oreo, if they’ve got it,” Frankie said, putting a hand on your shoulder as he pulled into the drive through line. “If they don’t, we’ll do vanilla, how’s that sound?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect,” Frankie said. “And then we have to get your pills, and then we can go home and take a long nap.”

You pouted. “Wanna nap now.”

Frankie smiled. “Go ahead. You’ve slept in this truck before.”

“Oh,” you said softly, leaning your head back and zoning out.

In a blink, almost five minutes had passed, and Frankie was pressing a cold milkshake into your hands. “Oreo, just like I promised.”

You looked down at the small cup in your hands and immediately looked up at Frankie with pure love in your eyes. “I love you.”

Frankie almost crashed the truck. “I’m sorry?”

“I love you so much,” you said again, scooting closer to Frankie and leaning your head against his shoulder. “Have for a looooong time. Napping.”

Frankie floundered as you fell asleep. He had no idea what to think. You were high as hell, but not entirely unreasonable. Was his massive crush actually reciprocated?

Deciding he’d wait until you woke, Frankie put an arm around your shoulders to steady you against his side and kissing the top of your head at a red light. “Sweet dreams.”

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels:

“Jack?” Ginger said, poking her head into Jack’s office. “I’ve got them here.”

“Bring them in,” Jack said, standing.

Ginger wheeled a wheelchair in, you sitting in it. Your cheeks were swollen and your head was wobbly, but Jack expected that. He helped you up, kissing your forehead and scooping you into his arms to keep you off your unsteady feet.

“I got it,” he promised Ginger. “You don’t need to hover Ginge.”

Ginger left, leaving Jack to deposit you on his lap in his office chair. “Darlin’,” he said. “I got a meeting soon. Think you can behave?”

You nodded, cuddling up to Jack and promptly falling asleep.

You were awoken by the door opening. Champ walked in, looking over you curled up in Jack’s lap. Jack simply gestured to the chair opposite his. “Cosmopolitan had their wisdom teeth out today,” he explained as Champ sat down.

The meeting was boring. Boring enough for you to zone right back out, breathing Jack’s intoxicating whiskey and leather smell. You must’ve fallen asleep again, because one minute Champ was talking about the New York branch, and the next, he was standing and leaving.

“Naps?” You asked softly once the door closed.

Jack chuckled, carrying you to his couch. “Of course,” he said, kicking off his shoes and laying you down. He grabbed a blanket and lay beside you, lightly kissing your cheeks. “Love ya.”

“Love you too,” you mumbled, right before falling asleep yet again.

Ezra:

“I told you not to come,” Ezra said, reading his book while you put your face on his thighs and groaned loudly. “But no, you had to be stubborn.”

“Fuck off,” you mumbled into Ezra’s pants. “Didn’t hurt yesterday.”

Ezra rolled his eyes and flipped a page in his book. “Songbird, I love you, but you should’ve stayed home with Cee.”

“And let you come alone?” You said, rolling over so you were facing the ceiling. “I think not.”

“Then stop complaining.”

A throb of pain his your face and you winced, curling towards Ezra and whining. “Distract me?”

Ezra shut his book with a sigh. No matter how much you annoyed him, he loved you unconditionally. “Okay. How shall I distract you?”

Another worse throb, and your whines grew in volume. Your eyes screwed shut, muscles tensing. “Ezra!”

“Oh songbird,” Ezra said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Songbird I’m so sorry I can’t make the pain go away.” He pressed his ice cold hand against your cheek, hoping it would help with the pain. “Do you want medicine?”

“Took it already,” you said, leaning against Ezra’s hand.

Ezra smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone. “Ah. Apologies. There is nothing else I can do.”

You eventually fell asleep, somehow. When you woke, Ezra was in the kitchen, making a smoothie. The loud whirring of the blender woke you up and spurred you to your feet, head still aching something fierce.

“Songbird!” Ezra said upon seeing you awake. “You should be laying down.”

“Nah,” you said, sitting on the kitchen counter. “Can’t sleep. Blender’s too loud.”

Ezra sighed. “I made this for you,” he said, handing you a cup full of pink sludge.

Unable to use a straw, you grabbed a spoon and began to eat, humming around the frozen drink. “Damn Ez. This is good.”

Ezra smiled, kissing your temple. “Only the best for my songbird.”

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey:

Dio paced the waiting room, worry making his stomach twist. He was the only one here aside from the receptionist, who’d stopped giving him odd looks after the first twenty minutes. Dentist’s offices made him incredibly anxious, and the prospect of you having a full blown surgery right at this moment made him want to puke. But he had to be here. Had to be strong for you.

“Mr. Morrissey?”

Dio’s head snapped around. “Yes?”

The surgeon looked at him. “The procedure was a success and they’re waking up. Do you want to come get them?”

“Yeah,” Dio said, following the surgeon back and trying not to freak out.

“Dio!” You said happily upon seeing your goth boyfriend. You were in a wheelchair and had a very far away gleam to your eyes. “Dio!”

Dio sighed. “Hey. Feeling okay?”

You nodded. “I feel great,” you said loosely. “You don’t look okay.”

“Let’s just go,” Dio said tightly.

“Oh right,” you said, looking up at the nurse pushing your wheelchair. “He’s scared of the dentist.” You said it in a loud whisper, like you were trying to share a secret. The nurse smiled and looked at Dio.

“The anesthesia loosens the lips,” she said. “Try to keep an eye on them until it wears off.”

Dio nodded, just eager to leave.

You were high for another three hours, most of which were napped away in the safety of Dio’s apartment. He messed around in his spare room, which had been converted into a sewing room. He kept the door cracked open so he could see and hear you.

Eventually, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and poking your nose experimentally. “Huh.”

You stood, shuffling into Dio’s sewing room. “Dio?”

Dio turned, halfway through putting a new patch on his jacket. “You’re awake.”

“I am,” you agreed, holding your arms out. Dio stood and hugged you, his project abandoned on the table. “Sorry I made you go with me. I know you hate it a lot.”

“I didn’t mind,” Dio promised. “Not for you.”

You made a face, and Dio smiled. “Okay, maybe I minded a little bit.”

“That breaks your what? Ten year streak of not entering a dentist’s office?” You asked, pulling Dio into the living room and sitting on the couch. “That isn’t healthy.”

“Eleven,” Dio said, sitting next to you and pulling you close to his side. “And I know.”

You didn’t press further. Instead, you snuggled up to Dio’s side and yawned, wincing. “Ow.”

Dio pressed a kiss against your head. “Go back to sleep,” he said softly. “I’ll put on that documentary we were watching last night.”

You nodded, closing your eyes. You were asleep before the documentary even began.

Javier Peña:

Javier had seen some shit in his day, but watching you come out of surgery and go almost directly to work was one of the most ridiculous things he’d seen in a while.

“Go home!” He said for the eighth time, watching you rub your jaw. You’d napped off the drugs, but walked into work as soon as you were sober. For the past hour, you’d been suffering through work with what had to be a raging headache.

You rolled your eyes. “Javi, I’m busy.”

Javier stood, finally at the end of his rope. He scooped you up out of your chair and you squealed indignantly, thumping your fists on his back as he carried you out to his car. Steve gave you two a look as you exited the building, but didn’t try and stop Javier as he opened his car door.

“Stay,” he said firmly once he’d put you in the backseat. “I’m taking you home and you’re getting the appropriate amount of rest.”

You pouted, but your pounding head made you sit still while Javier drove you home. He watched you carefully as you set yourself up on the couch with soft foods and your phone nearby, and then you turned your eyes on him when he didn’t leave.

“You aren’t gonna go back to work?”

Javier shook his head, sitting on the couch with you. “I don’t trust you. So no, I’m gonna stay right here until you’re better.”

Your eyebrows went up. “Javi, that’ll be days!”

“I know,” Javier promised. “I’ve had my wisdom teeth out. Now, get some rest. I’ll run out later and pick up some pain meds for that headache you haven’t told me about yet.”

Another eye roll, and you were snuggling down into the safety of your blanket cocoon. Your head did really hurt.

The gentle sounds of Javier working, his typewriter balanced on his knees, lulled you into a gentle and well deserved sleep.

Maxwell Lord:

“Hey doll,” Max said, smiling as a nurse helped you out of the office. “How’re you feeling?”

You groaned, and Max laughed. “Oh really? C’mon, let’s get you home.”

You were mostly quiet on the ride home, head cradled by the car door as you napped. Max had expected this when he’d sent you into the office an hour ago to get your wisdom teeth out, and he was definitely prepared.

“Let’s get you in the house,” Max said, helping you up once you’d gotten home. Your legs were still wobbly, so Max basically carried you in and set you in the bed. Duchess looked up and meowed indignantly, but when she realized it was just you, she sniffed you over and plopped down at your side.

“Kitty,” you said softly, petting Duchess. She purred, rolling over and butting her head into your side.

Max smiled. “I’m going to grab ice for your face. Want anything else?”

You shrugged, engrossed in your actions of petting Duchess.

“Alright,” Max said, kissing your head.

When he came back, you were asleep.

Chuckling, Max put the ice bag back in the freezer and set his book on the bedside table. Duchess left, probably because you’d stopped petting her, and Max took her place, curled up at your side.

“Daddy?”

“Alistair,” Max said, looking over. “Hey.”

Alistair looked hesitantly at you. “Are they okay?”

Max nodded. “Of course. Just napping. Wanna stay with us? I was going to put on a movie.”

“Can we watch the Jungle Book?” Alistair asked eagerly, jumping up into the bed.

Max smiled. “Of course. Stay here, I’ll go get it.”

You woke up a while later to the singing monkey, blinking slowly and rolling towards Max’s warmth. “Max.”

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Max said softly, kissing your forehead. “How was your nap?”

“Good,” you said, looking around and seeing Alistair curled up in the bed with you. “Whole family’s here.”

Max chuckled. “Duchess is even here,” he said, pointing to where Duchess was laying in her bed.

You leaned against the pillows. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Max said. “Still wanna sleep?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Wake me at dinner.”

Max pressed one more kiss to your head before you fell asleep once more.

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handmaid - 25

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, sexual content (18+)

A/N:  CHILDREN, SHIELD YOUR EYES FOR THIS ONE. For those over 18, i hope you enjoy this chapter xx

NEXT CHAPTER

It was late in the evening. Within the static sound of silence as the soft cricketing coming from outside his window, a roar of laughter broke into the atmosphere of his bedroom. Forcefully closing his eyes and pulling his duvet over his head, Sebastian wished the sounds would subside yet every time the silence over ruled his mind, another round of laughing would break through.

After what felt like an hour of trying to fall back into a deep and sound slumber, Sebastian quit his trying, instead climbing off his bed and walking off his bedroom. It was no oddity to have the house filled with people, in all honesty it was odder for the house to be empty, however, this particular day, everyone seemed to be having a good time between the smell of cigars and the sounds of bottles being opened. He observed the party from the end of the stairs, being mostly ignored by his father’s associates except for one particular woman.

He noticed her eyes drift from the party all to way to him, a warm smile forming on her face. Swiftly, she got away from the table, walking over to where he was standing and crouching over to his height. She dressed no different than the other women in the room, wearing tight yet beautifully tailored clothes with her hair swiftly brushed to the side of her neck allowing for the view of her décolletage where a gold necklace laid comfortably. Unlike the other women, she had a rather inviting smile and the type of eyes that always seemed to smile even when her lips weren’t. 

     - Hi, I’m Robin. What’s your name? - she spoke in a very soft velvety voice which convolved the atmosphere in warm cozy feelings. 

     - Sebastian. 

     - And who is this? - she pointed at the stuffed bunny he was holding by one of its ears. 

    - Oreo. - he coyly said, a bit embarrassed in the presence of the elegant woman.

    - That’s a beautiful name. You have great taste. Is the noise bothering you, Sebastian? - he nodded, face hidden behind the fur of his stuffed bunny. - I’m sure we can do something about that. 

Sebastian never really ended up going through his father’s office’s belongings, mostly getting his staff to pack it all in cardboard boxes which had ended up on the highest shelves that lined the walls of his office. Y/N had gotten to it rather fast and now they were surrounded by several boxes filled with contracts and piles of papers. Most contracts Sebastian had never heard of and was rather interested in reading while Y/N was looking through his contact book. 

He couldn’t help but stare at her and how breathtakingly stunning she looked just while analysing a little black book, with little baby hairs falling in front of her face while she bite onto her lip mindlessly and a hand standing on top of the bird shaped charm on her necklace. 

    - No Robins. - Y/N sighed, the tinge of sadness overwhelming the breathing sound. 

    - I could swear my father knew someone with that name. - his hand came to rest on her thigh, rubbing invisible circles on the fabric of her trousers. - Maybe you ought to question Daniel or his father about it. 

   - I would rather avoid the “you’re not in the mob” discussion. - her cheeks raised up to the bottom of her eyes, a tight lipped smile slowly forming. - I shouldn’t be digging into this. They’re dead, it’s not like they’re gonna suddenly return if I find who they were. 

   - Listen ... - he scotched towards her, back slightly bent so his eyes were at the same height as hers. Yet, the handmaid seemed more interested in looking at the lines in her palm rather than the mob boss. Something in the back of her head screamed at her to let past be past and stop annoying and wasting Sebastian’s time and as such, she couldn’t hold eye contact. - Whoever they are, they can’t stay a secret forever. Nothing stays a secret in this business for long. 

  - What if they’re not dead and they just didn’t want me? - there had always been that option in her mind, mostly due to a comment one of her classmates had made years ago. It was the only plausible explanation as to why both Daniel and Mr. Forrest dismissed her questions about her parents. After all, it wasn’t like a baby is always welcomed and as mere workers maybe they didn’t have the money to raise her. Yet, the woman in the picture seemed to be dressed in rather expensive garments. Maybe the simple answer was that they didn’t want her.

   - Who cares. Who the hell are they not to want you? 

   - Nobody seems to. 

   - I want you. - his finger caressed her jaw, pushing a few strand of hair away from her face. Her gaze lifted from her palms to his face and his clear blue eyes before she found herself leaning towards him, her hand placed on the back of his neck as she kissed him. Y/N pushed him softly towards the carpeted grounds of his office and climbed on top of him, removing her Christmas jumper before throwing it to floor, leaving her in a rather scandalous red lacy bra she had gotten from Gwen as it had not fit her.

She could see in his eyes, dark and blue, her own reflection and that of her nakedness, as well as his thoughts battling each other as he attempted to choose what to do - push her off and help her find more of the stuff she was looking or enjoy the time he still had and make a choice later. It didn't matter. Before he could say or do anything to prevent her, Sebastian was already enchanted by the way she rolled her hips on top of him. 

He groaned at the look of her on top of him and his hands, instinctively, moved up to hold her thighs as to push her further against him. This allowed her to feel his thick member harden further under her, making Y/N moan and groan against his ear as she grinded against it as teasingly and slowly as she possibly could. Driven insane by the pleasure she was giving him, Sebastian grabbed her body, wrapping his large arms around the handmaid’s whole figure, turning and pinning her under his body, worshiping her body in any and every way he knew how.

Gradually, his kisses became wilder and wilder escalating from small pecks and nibbles on her neck to sloppy wet kisses and bites, painting her skin with hickeys that would show up later, and making her gasp and moan at the sensation of his warm lips on her cold body. He traveled further and further down, his tongue gliding skilfully across the valley of her breasts yet it was when he wrapped his hot tongue around her perky buds that Y/N completely lost herself with pleasure.  At that moment, she was grateful there was no one at the penthouse as she was sure every room had a good understanding of what was happening in his office. She moaned as she pushed her hips forward, wanting to create some sort of friction to give some rest to the growing heat in between her legs. He smirked at this, sliding his fingers down to the middle of her legs and rubbing them over her entrance through her leggings, which had also grown wet.

  - Isn’t someone excited ... - he smirked, hands making quick work of her leggings as he pulled them quickly, along with her matching red panties.

She bit her lip with need as Sebastian got rid of his own clothing, taking off his sweatpants and leaving him completely naked which made her mind go various other dirty places as she realised he had been going commando this whole time. Lining up his length, Sebastian pushed inside of her slowly to tease her further. Y/N groaned, tightening her hold on his waist, begging to be taken by him and for once he heard her pleas but gave her no time to adjust to his size as he snapped his hips right into hers before beginning to thrust.

   - S...Sebastian, don't stop. - Y/N pleaded in murmurs, sinking her nail polish free nails into his back which would for sure would leave some red marks as he thrusted faster and harder into her heated core. He had settled for an easy albeit painful slow pace as not to hurt her but once her legs started to wrap around his waist a little bit too tightly he quickly understood what she wanted and moved his hips against hers as fast as a bullet coursing through pure air. 

  - You're still so fucking tight, angel. - he cursed, nuzzling against the crook of her neck and nibbling on the skin he found there which only excited her even more. In all honesty, she would have never pictured herself as one to do it outside the bedroom but here she was. 

The feeling of his lips circling around already bruised hickeys on her neck made her moan loud and clear in his ear, hands moving from his back lightly covered with sweat to his hair which was glued to his skin, running her fingers through it as he kissed and peppered her with kisses, each more sloppier and wetter than the previous ones. The handmaid groaned deeply at the fast pace that grew, both in velocity and intensity. As her whines became harder to control, she found herself near the edge and with just a few more thrusts and she was sure to cum but once Sebastian took notice of this, he slowed down drastically.

   - No ... Sebastian ... - she whined before she was cut off by his teeth nipping at her bottom lip, making her back arch towards his chest and her breasts press up against his chest as tightly as ever, specially since the two of them were in a mess of an embrace with one arm wrapped tightly around her back while the other served as support. She was a newly defiled virgin but she could bet he was probably better at this than the others. - Don’t. 

    - I adore you, little angel but you don’t get to give me orders. - he told her, teasing her as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. This made Y/N groan in reply, throwing her head back into the piles and piles of contracts. - Come on, my angel. Beg for it. 

     - What? - she questioned, a pout forming on her lips as she looked at his almost devil-like eyes. Sebastian found it adorable how confused she looked at now getting her way. 

    - Beg for it. - he stilled his movement completely making her whine. - Go on, little angel. I know you can do it. 

    - I need y...you so, so much. R..Right now, please. - she pleaded.

    - I don't think so, angel. I'm having fun hearing you moan my name. - Sebastian chuckled darkly, running his finger along her jaw.

    - P...Please, Sir. - as soon as the title escaped her mouth, she noticed how his eyes shifted and turned dark with lust. Y/N puckered her lips before raising her feet slightly, pushing him towards her.

With a swift motion, his arm slipped from under her body to her knees, raising them both so he could go deeper than before, making her whole vision turn dark with spots that slowly appeared as he continued faster and harder as he mumbled “you little vixen” under his breathe. His blue eyes, now as dark as stormy sea waters, hovered above her and watched her attentively with a smirk, biting and nibbling on her lips, barely muffling her moans.

   - Sebastian! - she screamed loudly, a writhing mess under him as she finally climaxed, shivering and shuddering against his broad-shoulder figure while he continued to snap his hips back against her own, in a sloppier and messier manner, until he himself came with a loud groan erupting from his chest in the shape of he name. Exhausted, he collapsed right on top of her, turning so that she was laying on top of his chest. - Are you gonna send me off again?

   - No, I think I’ll keep you here this time. - he smiled at her, pecking her lips in a soft, velvety manner. - I promise you we’ll find your parents. 

   - You know you don’t have to do that, right? I know how you have work to do and a reputation to maintain.

   - I like a challenge, angel. 

She rested against his chest, letting all her worries flow away. In this state, there was no Gwen, no mob, no money or status, it was just the both of them, intertwined. Nothing else mattered. However, 30 minutes away from them something did matter. A man all dressed in black, wearing a matching pair of sunglasses met up with another man just a bit outside of the Forrest residence. In his hand, a beige envelope. 

    - I hope you know I’m putting my neck on the line to get you this. - the one in the dark suit secretly and subtly handed the envelope to the other one standing in front of him. - I don’t know what you’re expecting to find in there, Williams. 

   - Trust me, if I’m right, your reward is gonna be bountiful. 

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Dani updates something. The world must be truly coming to an end. Read below or here on AO3

Like most great wars, it was started by something small.

Kagome picked up her laptop from where it had been sitting on the coffee table and carried it into her bedroom, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea to invite Inuyasha over for movie and pizza, but when she’d texted him earlier in the day and heard about his crap day at work, she’d extended an impromptu invite. Sango hadn’t minded, and it had been fun, even if he did spend most of the night using her laptop to debunk theories in the spy thriller they’d watched.

When he’d first arrived, he’d been his usual grumpy self, but by the end of the movie, he was in an excellent mood. It was nice to see him happy, although she wasn’t exactly sure what had caused the change in attitude. The pizza had probably helped. She’d never seen anyone consume pizza like Inuyasha could. It worried her sometimes, the types of food he ate, even though he argued that an inuhanyou’s metabolism was very different to a human’s and you couldn’t compare the two.

Anyway, it didn’t matter. If her friend was happy, then so was she. He had such a nice smile, and she tried to do her best to help it come out at every opportunity. They were just friends, she knew that, but his smile was just… it gave her butterflies.

Calling out a sleepy goodnight to Sango, she wandered into her bedroom yawning, wishing she could flop straight onto the bed and close her eyes. But unfortunately, she still had the proposed media releases for the Starlight Foundation’s upcoming fundraiser event to read through before a breakfast meeting tomorrow. She knew if she’d stayed to go over them at work she’d have to walk home from the train station in the dark, so she’d emailed them to her personal laptop before she’d left for the day.

Slipping into her comfy pj’s and snuggling under the covers, she opened up her laptop, then blinked slowly, her head tilting slightly as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

Everything was upside down.

Her whole screen was the opposite of how it should look. She exited out of her email program, noting with apprehension that her desktop was also upside down, then opened it up again. Still upside down. Crap! Was this a virus? She’d let the virus protection on her laptop lapse because she’d had to buy a new dress to wear to the fundraising ball, and she’d seen the perfect dress and there’d been a sale, and she had to get the extra money from somewhere. What if it the virus somehow got back to her work computer? Shit, shit, shit!

Quickly googling ‘everything on my computer screen is upside down’, and tilting the screen and her head so she could read the upside down words, she breathed a sigh of relief when she worked out it was an easy fix. Using the Ctrl, Alt and arrow keys she quickly set it to rights, sending up a silent thank you prayer to the IT gods, with a promise that she would update her virus protection asap. She wasn’t sure how her screen had got that way, but right now she was too tired to care.

The next evening, when she sat down with Sango to watch the latest episode of Masterchef, the tv remote refused to work. With their cider going warm and the avocado dip congealing on the cheese platter they’d prepared, they both tried to get the remote to work, giving it a tap and shake to no avail.

After repeated attempts at removing the batteries and rotating them, while Sango went through the junk drawer in the kitchen in a fruitless search for new batteries, Kagome finally noticed the tiny scrap of black tape over the sensor on the remote.

She removed it, and the remote worked again. She looked suspiciously at Sango, narrowing her eyes. She smelled a prank. But Sango loved watching Masterchef as much as she did, and was complaining bitterly about them missing a souffle failure. Masterchef was one of the highlights of their week. Nope, it wasn’t Sango. But someone was definitely having fun at their expense.

Two nights later, when she bit into an Oreo from her secret treat stash in her bedside drawer, and found the sweet creamy filling had been replaced with toothpaste, she knew there was a prank war going on. And as far as she knew, there was only one person who knew about her secret stash, because he’d busted her one night stuffing her face when he’d popped his head in her room to say good night.

Inuyasha.

He’d had time to do all these things on their movie night. He’d used her laptop. He’d had access to the remote. And now that she thought about it, there’d been that suspicious amount of time he’d spent in the bathroom, which neither of them had questioned because he’d muttered a warning about steering clear of the bathroom for a while to give the air a chance to clear. But that would have enabled him access to both the bathroom and her bedroom while her and Sango were engrossed in the movie. No wonder he’d been so cheerful that evening when he left. Inuyasha had pranked her.

But what he didn’t know, was that Kagome was a seasoned campaigner when it came to prank wars. Her and Souta had it down to a fine art, coming up with bigger and better pranks all the time, to the point that one year her mother hand banned them totally, because things were getting out of hand.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a sinister smile, and she let out a chuckle worthy of a cartoon villain. Alright. If he wanted a war, he’d get one.

It was on, like Donkey Kong.

Inuyasha sighed moodily. It wasn’t that he disliked his job necessarily, it was just a job, and it paid the bills, and gave him enough time off to do all the other things he enjoyed doing. But on days like today, when the shop was empty as a tomb, and his phone battery had gone flat, he was ready to expire from boredom. He was just toying with the idea of using a charging cable from the one’s in stock, when a familiar scent drifted across his senses as the shop bell rang.

“How’s my favourite hanyou doing?” Kagome grinned, watching his ears perk up as she walked in.

“I’m fucking bored to tears”, he said, standing up from where he’d been slumped against the counter. He glanced at the clock on the wall, then looked back at her with concern. “Hey. Aren’t you home from work a little early? You’re not sick are ya?”

“No, no, I’m going to work from home this afternoon, seeing I’ve been going into the office so early this week”, Kagome answered breezily. “I just popped in to bring you something.”

“Huh?”

“I tried out a new recipe for chocolate chip cookies, and I know how much you like them, so I saved some for you. That should make your afternoon more interesting.”

Inuyasha sniffed the tupperware container she handed over appreciatively. Kagome was a good cook, and even though the plastic blocked most of the smell, he could tell they would be tasty, because everything Kagome made was delicious. And chocolate chip cookies were his favourites. Fucking sweet!

“Thanks Kagome! You’re the best, you know that?”

His conscience twitched slightly as he thought about the toothpaste oreo’s he’d hidden in her drawer. He’d had a crap day that day, and playing those little pranks on her had cheered him up immensely. He’d often played pranks on his half brother Sesshoumaru back when he’d come to visit Dad during school holidays, to see if he could budge the stick that the older youkai seemed to have permanently wedged up his arse. The oreo trick had been one of his favourites. But here she was baking for him. Maybe she hadn’t found them yet. Perhaps he could replace them with a whole new packet before she ate one, seeing she’d bought him these. He grinned at her.

“You wanna stay and eat some with me Kittycat?”

“I’m afraid I can’t”, Kagome said with a sorrowful expression. “Lots to do. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy them!” With a cheery wave, she walked out of the door.

Inuyasha smiled, looking down at the container in his hands. She’d put a post it note on the lid, with ‘For Inuyasha’ written in curly swoopy cursive. She was a good friend, had fit into his life so completely that he didn’t know what he’d do if she suddenly disappeared. He was so glad he’d helped her that day she’d walked in to the shop with her bad cold.

Taking off the lid and not even pausing to take a sniff, he picked up one of the delectable looking cookies and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth, chewing appreciatively, until a distinctive taste hit his tongue. He nearly spat the contents of his mouth out on the floor, but ended up swallowing the mouthful with distaste, knowing he’d be the one that would have to clean up the mess. Those weren’t chocolate chips…

 Fucking raisins!

The wench knew he hated them. What the fuck? Who would replace innocent chocolate chips with fucking raisins, the worlds most vile dried fruit – that was… was evil!

The post-it note fluttered off the lid, and he noticed a smiley face drawn on the back with some more of Kagome’s swirling cursive.

 ‘That’s payback for the Oreos dog boy!  ❤ K.’

He snorted, about to tip the cookies in the bin, then deciding to put them aside to give to Myoga. The old man had taste in his arse, he’d probably love them, especially if he told him Kagome made them. But Kagome. What was he going to do about sweet little innocent Kagome? It looked like he’d finally found a worthy adversary.

It had been two weeks since she’d given Inuyasha the cookies, and there had been no retaliation. She sniggered, remembering his face when she’d asked him how he’d liked his cookies – the rolled eyes, the huff of irritation. Sweet manna to her soul. But then he hadn’t done anything about it. Frankly Kagome was a little disappointed. It was a shame, because she’d really enjoyed baking the biscuits for him and imagining his face when he bit into one, but she guessed that not everyone liked pranks. The Oreo incident had probably been a one off.

She flicked on the lamp next to the sofa, ready to sit down and enjoy her book and her cocoa with the last of the tiny little marshmallows, and shrieked, slopping the hot liquid down her pyjama shirt. Sango came running.

“Kagome, are you okay?!”

“Cockroach!”, she shrieked, pointing at the lamp, ready to hurl her book at it. The shadow of the insect was clearly visible on the inside of the lamp shade. “Quick Sango, get the bug spray!”

“On it!” Sango hollered, running into the kitchen, clearly ready to unload half the can on the offending interloper. Kagome kept her eye locked on the insect, wanting to be ready in case it flew towards her, holding up her book like a shield. The insect was still. Very still. So still in fact she bravely moved closer to take a better look.

She pulled the cut out picture of a giant cockroach from the inside of the lamp and held it up for Sango’s inspection as she approached with a jumbo sized can of spray. Sango looked incredulously at the paper insect, and then back at Kagome, who was looking at the cut out with a strange expression of glee.

“Inuyasha?” asked Sango hesitantly, unsure exactly what was going on, but making an informed guess.

“Yup!” replied Kagome happily, popping the ‘p’ with relish. Looked like Inuyasha was playing a long game. She could do that.

They were strolling along the High Line, or rather Kagome was strolling, and Inuyasha was following along reluctantly. It was only the promise of beer and a burger at the end of this outing that had made him go along.

“Isn’t it lovely here?”

“Kagome, it’s a bridge. With plants on it. And tourists.”

“But it’s so nice! Isn’t it amazing? All these green things growing in the middle of the city.” She twirled around with her arms out wide, nearly taking out some backpackers, then grabbed his hand, dragging him over to a small garden filled with purple daisies.

“Can we take a selfie here together? Please?” She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then pouted dramatically. “Aw, I’m all out of battery.”

She looked up at Inuyasha and gave him a sweet smile, and he rolled his eyes, shoving his hand in his jeans pocket to pluck out his phone.

“Fine, use mine”, he drawled, unlocking his phone and handing it over to her. “But don’t go filling it up with cutesy photos, alright?” He didn’t mind really though. Kagome was always taking photos of them together on her phone, and he didn’t have any on his. It might be nice to have at least one of them together.

Kagome smiled up at him, and they did the usual shuffle so they would both fit in the confines of the screen – her standing on tiptoes, and him curving his body downwards.

“Say cheese!”

He grinned automatically, his lopsided smile revealing one fang, his cheek resting on the top of Kagome’s head. She’d told him she was using a new shampoo, one that didn’t smell quite as much, after reading up on different scents that bothered youkai, and he appreciated the fact that she’d done something like that for him. He sighed, breathing in her sweet smell, which blocked out the usual stench of the city.

“Thank you” said Kagome softly, mindful of how close she was to his ears. She kissed his cheek gently, and he couldn’t help the sappy grin that crossed his face. “I’m just gonna message the photo to my phone, okay? That way we’ve both got a copy.”

“Uh sure.”

He straightened up, feeling his heart beating a little faster for some reason. He obviously needed to get to the gym more often if walking along a bridge and dodging tourists got his heart rate up.

She handed him back his phone and then tugged on his hand. He slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“C’mon! I promised I’d buy you a beer and a burger. There’s a pub just under the bridge that’s meant to be awesome. I was reading reviews about it last night.”

He smiled fondly at her, taking in her wide grin and the spring sunshine bouncing off her dark hair. Such a bubbly person. He honestly didn’t know what Kagome saw in him. But he was very glad that she liked hanging out.

He had such a fun afternoon talking, laughing, eating, then walking her back to her apartment, that he realised he’d never looked at the photo she’d taken. He pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, then snorted when he looked at his screen. He didn’t know how she’d done it, but somehow, she’d changed every single app icon to different pictures of kittens. Nice one. His lips curled into a smile, already planning on what he could do to get her back.

He flicked open his photo app and stared at the photo of them together, standing in the sunlight surrounded by purple daisies in the middle of a bustling city, the wind blowing their hair so the white and black intermingled. He saved it as his lock screen.

Kagome hated dusting. But she loved knick nacks, so dusting was a necessity. She just couldn’t bear to throw things away, and kept all sorts of little mementoes that wouldn’t mean anything to other people, but meant a lot to her. Spraying a little bit more polish on the rag, she ran it over the shelves of the bookcase in the hallway, picking up a photo frame absentmindedly so she could dust underneath. And then she double blinked.

Taking a closer look at the photo, she snorted with laughter. It was a photo of the four of them, one someone had taken when they’d won the pub trivia championship.

She didn’t know how he’d done it, or when, but somehow Inuyasha had used a photo editing program to replace all their faces, hers, Sango’s, Miroku’s and his own, with the features of Nicholas Cage. Not entirely original, but funny all the same.

She turned the frame over to find the original photo stuck to the back. Miroku had his arm carelessly around Sango’s shoulders and Sango was blushing – no doubt Miroku had just whispered something perverted in her ear.

She was standing next to Sango, and Inuyasha was standing directly behind her, bending down so his chin rested on the top of her head. It made her smile, the way he draped himself on her for photos – it was often the only way they both fit, because he was so much taller than her.

He was so amazing, he took her breath away sometimes, just like he had that first time in the store. It was like he didn’t know how beautiful he was. She turned the photo around again, giggling at how ridiculous they all looked. She had to hand it to him, that was tricky. Time to up her game.

Inuyasha was pulling his boots on when there was a knock on his front door, but it was expected. He’d ordered a box of Krispy Kreme’s to bring to Miroku’s regular card night, and it had arrived right on time. Salted Double Caramel Crunch. He always ordered a box, knowing the girls liked them, and having a not so secret love of them himself. Kagome was always at him to eat healthier, worried about all the salty and sugary foods he enjoyed eating, but he was half youkai – his metabolism could handle nearly anything.

Carrying the box carefully, he walked the two blocks to Miroku’s house, a tiny bit late because he’d had to wait for the delivery, but it wasn’t like anyone would care. They were already there, Miroku shuffling the cards, Sango sipping a beer, and Kagome sitting on the sofa, her eyes lighting up when he walked in the door. Sometimes she was so fucking cute, he couldn’t stand it.

He plonked the box down on the centre of the table, and walked across to Miroku’s fridge, opening the door to snag himself a beer.

Sango opened the box eagerly, and then laughed uproariously.

“Are you on a health kick Inuyasha?” she sniggered.

“Huh?”

Opening up the sides of the box, she revealed carrot, celery and cucumber sticks, along with a plastic container of hummus.

“What the fuck?!”

Kagome came to stand behind him. “Oh, good boy! You finally listened to me about eating healthier foods. You’re gonna feel so much better!” she said, patting him on the shoulder.

Inuyasha turned his head, raising an eyebrow.

“Really Kagome? Kidnapping innocent donuts?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Kagome said, her expression all wide eyed and innocent. “Bu-ut if you wanted a donut as a little treat for being a good boy, after you’ve eaten some healthy veggies of course, there’s a plate of Salted Double Caramel Crunch ones in the kitchen. I know they’re your favourites.”

Kagome was tired. So tired. It had been a hectic week at work in the lead up to the fundraising ball, and all she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with a nice cup of sleepy tea before heading off to bed. She opened the cupboard to reach in for her favourite mug, but her hand clutched on empty air.

Huffing impatiently, she stood up on tiptoe, unable to quite see onto the shelf. Sango was taller than her, and sometimes she pushed the mugs back too far in the cupboard for her to reach. But her hand still grasped at nothing. Were they all in the dishwasher?

She opened up the dishwasher, but it was empty. Sighing impatiently, she went into the hall cupboard to fetch the little step stool she used to reach the higher shelves, but it wasn’t there. Or in the bathroom.

Smelling a rat, or rather a dog, she walked slowly back into the kitchen, her eyes roving around for anything amiss. And then she noticed them. Every single mug, cup and glass was placed on top of the cupboards, way out of her reach. Kagome frowned.

This… this one hurt a little. Inuyasha knew she was sensitive about her height. At 5’2” she was the shortest person in her family, with even Souta towering over her now, and her height was a family joke.

When they first met, Inuyasha used to tease her about it all the time too, but he didn’t any more, knowing that it upset her. The only thing that had stuck was her nickname, Kittycat, which she didn’t mind so much, she kind of liked the way he said it. But…

She sighed, climbing up onto the bench top and balancing on her tippy toes, one arm stretched up to reach for a mug, the other windmilling frantically as she almost lost her balance. This game. It didn’t feel quite as much fun anymore.

Inuyasha sipped his beer silently, sitting alone in their regular booth at the pub. Miroku had tried to engage him in conversation, but had eventually given up when every answer was a surly one syllable reply, and had gone over to the pool table to join a game.

They were waiting for the girls to arrive for their regular pub trivia night, but his heart wasn’t really in it tonight. He was annoyed at Kagome. She’d called him a ‘good boy’. Offered him a treat, like a dog. In front of other people. And it rankled, especially since she was usually the one who would defend him when others poked fun at his ears or his inuyoukai heritage. Somehow it hurt ten times worse coming from her, because it was unexpected. She did call him dog boy sometimes, but that hit different, because it was a nickname, a term of endearment. Being called a ‘good boy’ felt derogatory.

Maybe it had been petty, putting all the things up out of her reach, especially when he knew she was sensitive about her height, but he’d felt like being fucking petty. This game they were playing wasn’t as much fun as it had been.

His ear twitched as he heard the raised voices of Sango and Kagome over the general noise. Sango was disagreeing with her over something, asking her if it really was a good idea, and Kagome was shushing her, moving through the crowd towards them. She seemed a little off balance somehow, like she was walking differently, leaning slightly to one side.

As soon as he got closer he saw why. Her arm was in a sling.

The mugs. The fucking mugs. He’d put them all up out of her reach and hidden her step ladder under her bed. And of course because she was the clumsiest woman on this side of the planet, she’d managed to hurt herself. And it was all his fault. Fucking shit. He was the worst person alive.

Gulping, he pushed himself out of the booth, moving over towards them. Sango was still glowering at her, probably telling her it was a bad idea to be out at a pub when she was injured. And she was right. Maybe he should take her home. He couldn’t see a cast, so maybe her arm wasn’t broken. But even if it was just sprained, that was bad enough, because he knew it was coming up to the busiest time of year for her at work.

When he got closer, Sango greeted him shortly and then moved off to find Miroku. She obviously was angry at him, because she should be. Because he was a shit friend, who’d done something to someone who he cared about very much.

“Kagome…”

“Hey Inuyasha”, she said, looking downwards, her voice dejected, her arm cradled against her side carefully in the sling. “How are you?”

Unable to stop himself, he wrapped his arms around her carefully, like she was made of glass, avoiding her injured arm. She was so tiny, so fragile. So breakable.

“Kittycat, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t think.” He stroked her hair gently, running his clawed fingers through her dark curls. “Does it hurt too much? Have you had it x-rayed? If you want, I can take tomorrow off and take you to out patients. What ever you need, okay? I’m such a shit, I can’t believe I-“

Kagome cleared her throat. “Inuyasha?”

“Do you need to sit down?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m okay, really.” He watched as she pulled her arm out of the sling, and he flinched, his own hands moving reflexively, ready to steady her. “I really am fine. I almost fell, but then I didn’t. I didn’t get hurt. This is just to… to prank…um, gotcha?” she gulped as the concerned expression on Inuyasha’s face turned to ire.

He blinked at her, stony faced, then marched out of the pub, uncaring about Kagome calling after him.

He marched down the street, anger fueling his long strides, uncaring that Kagome’s voice was getting further and further away. He could hear her running to try and keep up, and he was bitterly amused about her tiny little human legs not being long or strong enough, until he heard her misstep and almost fall. Fuck. If she really did fall, which was totally a possibility because she was the biggest klutz on both sides of the planet…

He turned and marched back towards her, then waited, his arms crossed. She ran up to him, panting, leaning over to catch her breath.

“That wasn’t fucking funny Kagome.”

“I’m sorry”, she gasped. “I should have listened to Sango. She said it was too much. I was just annoyed about you putting everything up so high. And when I almost fell it gave me the idea.” She sighed. “But you’re right, it wasn’t funny.”

“Damn right it wasn’t!” he snarled. “I thought you were injured, and you know I’d never do anything to deliberately hurt you. Between this and the ‘good dog’ comment, I’m fucking-“

“What! I’d never-“

“It was implied. I was a ‘good boy’, who could have a ‘treat’? And then I suppose when you faked an injury you thought the good dog would whine about it and look after you? What did you do, read up on Inu youkai protective instincts or something? I bet you had a good laugh about it, huh?” He huffed out a heavy breath. “I don’t like this game we're playing anymore Kagome.”

“Inuyasha, I never meant it that way. I was teasing, but I’d never…” She was openly crying now, hugging her arms around herself. “Please, I’m so sorry. Please.”

She looked so pitiful that he relented, wrapping his arm around her shaking shoulders.

“I’m still annoyed Kagome”, he sighed. “But it’ll be okay so stop crying. No more pranks, okay?”

“No more”, she sobbed, pushing her face into his side. “I promise.”

Seeing a bench close by, he tugged her hand over to sit down beside him, patting her on the shoulder as she continued to cry.

“Hey c’mon now. Stop crying. I said it would be okay.”

“I really am sorry”, she sniffled. “I guess I don’t know when to stop. Maybe that was why Mama banned me and Souta from pranking each other.”

“You used to prank your brother? Hey, me too.” He rubbed her shoulder as she leaned into him. “Not all of them were bad. Look see, I still got kittens on my phone.” Kagome smiled, her cheeks wet with tears, and pulled out her own phone.

"Look, our lock screens match", she said softly, showing him the photo of them both standing in the sunshine surrounded by purple daisies. She wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath.

“I put the Nicholas Cage trivia team photo on the fridge so Sango and I can see it all the time”, she said shyly. “It makes me laugh. Are you gonna tell me how you did it?”

“Nope, I’ll take my secrets to the grave”, he grinned, then sighed. She still smelt like guilt and sadness. “C’mon Kagome. Cheer up.”

“Inuyasha, please believe me when I say that when I said ‘good boy’ I didn’t mean it the way you thought I did”, she hiccuped, looking at him intently. “I promise. I just didn’t think. I promise I won’t call you that again. And if I ever say anything that hurts your feelings like that, please tell me.”

“Okay. And I promise I won’t hide your things up high again. That was kinda mean too.”

“Okay. Are we good now?”

“We’re good.”

Kagome reached out her arms and hugged him around the waist. “Good. Because I hate fighting with you.”

He squeezed her back affectionately, then pulled her to her feet. “You ready to go kick some trivia butt Kittycat?”

“You bet.”

"Oh, and you need to make some more raisin cookies for Myoga. The old coot hasn't stopped raving about them."

[infelixxanima]

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 THINGS TO DO IN OCTOBER: STARTERS & DRABBLES | Accepting

🎪 - go to a creepy carnival

Kai had heard the twinkling haunting melodies and the shrieks and immediately was drawn to the carnival, followed by the sweet smell of candy apples and the familiar twang of deep fried sweets. He hadn’t exactly said he wanted to go see what all the fuss was about but he couldn’t help but avert his attention to the sound of announcers and cheers whenever it was loud enough to reach their ears. 

        “You know,” Vittoria inquired, “I hate to admit it, but I’m curious about that carnival thing that’s going on.”  She gave the skin tight black leather gloves on her hands a quick tug, looking off in the direction Kai was. “If you’re up for a late night, I say we skip your ‘curfew’ and you can easily stay with me tonight and we go see what all that screaming is about.” 

She earns no hesitation from Kai and with a smile, they headed on their way. The first thing she noticed, it was loud. So many adults and kids dressed up for this temporary amusement park and Vittoria was oh so fascinated by them all. Despite the distraction however, she ushered Kai to stop, reached into her bag and removed his plague mask, and a small satchel of herbs. She tucked that into the very tip and pleased that it wouldn’t slip out, offered it to him.

      “In the spirit of Halloween, but also, it will be rather crowded.”

He takes the item in his hands and it’s heavier than he remembers. The old cheap plastic thing he’d had before was no more and curiously he turned it over in his hands. It looked...dare he say, authentic. His gaze travels to Vittoria who is watching him intently, now holding a pair of gloves almost similar to her own in her hands, simply smaller. 

      “I took the liberty of purchasing one that was a little more real. This one has those two holes with filters installed and it secures on the face to minimize particulates. I thought you’d appreciate something a little more than just a cheap halloween mask.” But she adds on with a wink, “I did keep the other one though, it’s on your bed at home.”

She hands him the gloves and he takes them, slides them on hover his hands before securing the mask in place and feels a sort of mild relief. He feels secured. Content that Kai seemed to be ready, they made their way into the park.

The experience wasn’t quite what he expected. He figured they’d try the foods, the games, and they did, but what he found the most entertaining was the terror of the small children Vittoria seemed to be drawn to scaring. She’d been grabbing a rather large plush they’d won together and she was insisting they give them the one wrapped up and unopened when a small rowdy group of children had come, rudely, to inspect Kai and his mask.

Needless to say the shadows that dangled from the mask opening to show rows of sharp, what seemed to be teeth and the hiss the mirage let out was just enough to send them screaming. 

One almost fainted when she turned to see her shadow standing in front of her. The ordeal has little to no effect but Vittoria (who is hardly sad, let alone mad) approaches, her grin a little too tight.

       “I should’ve convinced them it was a demon. Goodness I would’ve loved to see that trauma ten years from now--” 

He is offered the leoze, its a stuffed Hawks, and she’s giving him that dopey grin. 

        “I couldn’t help it. I know you two are close, I thought this would be nice--” 

A thought occurs and she seems to perk up, looking over her shoulder, “We should get food to go when we leave and drop it by Hawks’ place. I bet he’d appreciate that and the chance to get to see you.” 

She was so bubbly. So excited. Despite his attempts to use his sarcasm and unrestrained wit to dim it, it simply wouldn’t. And he couldn’t lie to himself, he was having fun. 

They explored the fun houses, attended a magic show gone ‘terribly wrong’, but his favorite, perhaps, was the haunted house. The gleam in Vittoria’s eye as they entered should’ve tipped him off to her shenanigans but still, he couldn’t help himself but chuckle when grown men ran screaming at the woman who could peel herself from walls, or the shadows that seemed to speak. 

They stayed until the carnival closed, her hands laden with a few bags containing deep fried Oreos, Chicken Three Ways (wings, on a stick, and in a basket), and a manner of prizes and more treats. 

As they walked, headed home (it was late after all, they’d take Hawks their little gifts in the morning) Kai muttered the words he’d been thinking all night.

     “V.”

Her attention was on him instantly and sometimes it confused the kid. How with one word he could have her undivided attention. 

     “Tomorrow, I don’t wanna go home.”

It doesn’t take long for her to understand what he meant. They’d been toying around with the idea of months now, of Kai leaving home to reside with her for good, but the legal battle to obtain that would be long and brutal, a fight she’d only engage in when Kai was ready to pull that trigger. 

And tonight he was ready to fire that shot. 

He’d never seen her face so serious. She’d given him nod, her mind kicking into overdrive. 

     “If there’s anything of particular importance you want from there, we’ll retrieve it. We can build you a brand new wardrobe and anything else that you would need replaced.” 

As they reached home and gathered inside, spilling their spoils from battle onto the kitchen table, Vittoria took at moment to level with him.

      “It won’t be pretty,” she muttered, “People are going to say things, things that fighting and snarky comments won’t resolve. We’ll have to play it smart and if we do, we can stand a chance of winning a legal court battle for custody.” 

      “But I’ll do it for you, if it’s what you really want.”

Before he could answer, the old out of date flip phone provided to him by his mother rattled on the kitchen table. His mother name dully lit like a warning. He stares at it, cogs whirring and turning in his mind before he nods.

      “I want to stay.”

Vittoria nods once more and reaches out for the phone in the palm of her hand. A shadow curls around it and it opens too far, bending back on itself before it cracks, then shattered into two unusable pieces. There’s no going back. He huffs and tries to push away a tendril that pokes at his cheek and grumbles for a moment before letting it be. 

     “Why don’t you go upstairs and wash up and I’ll deal with this and clean up. Tomorrow we can talk a little more about what the next steps are going to be. But for tonight I think we’ve had enough excitement.”

He nods, because it’s true. he is exhausted from the day but even as he goes to make his way toward the stairs and Vittoria busies herself with their things, she calls out after him, “Love you Kai, in case you didn’t know.” 

He knew. She wouldn’t let him forget honestly. And he thought to respond with that in mind, but instead, standing on the first step of the staircase, he says a little hesitantly, “Love you too, ma,” before heading for his room. He doubted, for a moment, if that was the right thing to do, to say those words so cavalier and so serious.

But if her audible gasp and the sudden sound of Vittoria knocking over everything in her sudden meltdown meant anything, it means he made the right choice. And V was just the right choice.

[etlunainmorte]

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*Bella Basil Raspberry Tea*

Total Time - 45 minutes preparation plus chilling

Serves - 6

Ingredients

3 cups fresh raspberries

1 cup sugar

1 cup packed fresh basil leaves, coarsely chopped

1/4 cup lime juice

2 individual black tea bags

1 bottle ( 1 liter ) carbonated water or 1 bottle ( 750 milliliters ) sparkling rose wine

Ice cubes

Fresh raspberries and basil leaves, optional

Directions

In a large saucepan, combine the raspberries, sugar, basil and lime juice. Mash berries. Cook over medium heat for 7 minutes or until berries release juices.

Remove from the heat; add tea bags. Cover and steep for 20 minutes. Strain, discarding tea bags and raspberry seeds. Transfer tea to a 2 - qt. pitcher. Cover and refrigerate until serving.

Just before serving, slowly add carbonated water or wine. Serve over ice. If desired, top with raspberries and basil.

Nutrition Facts

1 cup: 281 calories, 0 fat ( 0 saturated fat ), 0 cholesterol, 9mg sodium, 44g carbohydrate ( 37g sugars, 4g fiber ), 1g protein.

*Cookie Dough Stuffed Oreos*

Yields - 30

Prep Time - 10 minutes

Total Time - 1 hour 35 minutes

Ingredients

1/2 c. ( 1 stick ) melted butter

1/2 c. granulated sugar 

1/2 c. packed brown sugar 

1 tsp. pure vanilla extract 

1 c. almond flour 

1/2 tsp. kosher salt 

2/3 c. mini chocolate chips

24 Oreos

1 c. chocolate chips

1 tbsp. coconut oil 

1/4 c. sprinkles 

Directions

Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. In a large bowl, whisk together melted butter, sugars, and vanilla. Stir in almond flour and salt, then fold in mini chocolate chips. 

Separate Oreos trying to keep cream intact. Place 2 tsp of cookie dough on Oreo half with cream, then sandwich with other half of Oreo. Repeat with remaining Oreos and dough. 

Place chocolate chips and coconut oil in a microwave safe bowl and microwave in 30 second intervals until melted. Dip Oreos halfway into chocolate, place on prepared baking sheet, and top with sprinkles. Refrigerate until chocolate is hardened, 1 hour.

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"You said, please, say yes." You excitedly informed him. "And I said, yes! I'm going to the New Year's Ball with you, V!"

It took the poet a full minute before he finally realized what you were talking about. And when he finally realized what your words truly meant, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed his messy hair with both hands and spoke, "That - that's your answer, right? You'll go to the Ball with me?"

"Hahaha! Of course, you silly poet!" You laughed as you threw yourself at him, hugging him and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Oh, how sweet you smelled. What a nice morning, indeed! "See ya!"

And before V could even reciprocate with a kiss of his own, you took your hands off him, waved, and went back to your house.

Now, if it were only that easy.

"What happened to you, dear?" Adelaide asked you, a plate of fluffy pancakes in her hand. 

Your hands automatically went up your hair as realization finally kicked in. "I told him I'd go the Ball with him."

"Yes, and?"

Giving your grandmother a horrified look, you answered, "I don't have a vintage dress!"

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❄ Three Wishes ❄

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IX

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"You're in luck." Your cousin, Avery, told you as she nudged your arm with an elbow. "I got your back."

"Thanks." You answered with a shy smile as the two of you made your way to her mansion.

It was a good thing that you called Avery first before going to the shopping district to look for a decent vintage dress. You never knew much about gowns or even dresses ( except for the ones you wear for your concours and concertos ), and you're just glad to have her around.

And honestly? She didn't disappoint. Not only were you not going to spend a single cent, you're also going to have the full vintage wardrobe experience free of charge!

Avery opened the heavy wooden door, a feat which always awed you, and allowed you to step into the threshold first before her.

The warmth of the place welcomed you like an old friend, and the entirely redesigned interior made it look as good, or even better, as new. Avery chucked ( not literally, of course ) the old Grecian statues and the rest of the old stuff away ( including your great grandfather's intimidating life - size portrait, which, if she could be honest, was already considered cursed by a lot of curators ), put them up for auction, and actually gained a lot of money from it ( well, not that Roman would refuse, anyway ). She hired a florist and an interior designer for a revamp of the mansion, and voila!

And now, as you glanced with wonder and admiration at the complete transformation of the interior, your jaw couldn't help but drop and your eyes couldn't help but widen. The house, and all the places and corners the eye could possibly reach, looked actually clean, it didn't even look like a haunted mansion, anymore. In place of the old Grecian statues were two Venetian pedestals with modern flower vases in it. The baroque period paintings were gone from the walls, replaced with modern ones depicting gardens in all four seasons. The old and worn down window frames were also replaced. Even the floorboards don't squeak anymore.

Everything was brand new! And everywhere you look, there were lots, and lots, and lots,... of flowers! And,... this actually made you a bit confused.

Avery, actually decorating her house with flowers,... ?

"Didn't know you'd go for flower power." You let out your thoughts as you followed and observed the positively radiant woman upstairs. "And you looked, ah,... different." You remarked, seeing that she finally got rid of her blue highlights and just let her hair grow naturally, letting its true auburn color show, which looked perfect in its own way. You also noticed that her style changed, as well. Instead of a loud statement shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pair of thick leather boots, she's wearing a pastel - colored floral dress, and a pair of wedges.

Avery,... wearing dresses?

Am I missing something here? You thought to yourself as you smiled at your cousin.

"Who? Me? Different?" Avery replied as she glanced at you at the corner of her eye.

You hummed in approval. "You looked,... radiant."

"Nah! I'm still old me. And you're the main focus here, not me. So, if you please,..." Your cousin requested as she gestured for you to open the door to the bedroom on the left hallway. You grabbed the doorknob firmly, carefully turned it, and opened the door,...

You felt a strange wave of nostalgia brush you gently in the face as you entered the old room. The huge French canopy bed on the left, the sweet scent wafting about the cozy room, the pastel colored wallpaper, the heavy floral curtains, and even the white vanity table on the right gave the impression that this room belonged to a very delicate lady,...

... who seemed very much in love.

Huh? Why did I think of that? You pondered as you heard the door close behind you.

"I had this room renovated." Avery told you as she walked towards the vanity table and placed a hand on the ornate mirror. "This belonged to gran's mom."

"Really?!" You gasped, taken by surprise by what you just heard from your cousin. Your eyes wandered once more all over the place, drinking in all the lovely sights the room could offer. It's as if,... the room itself held some sort of significance to you. Like you've been here before. "Wow,..."

"You know, V spent a lot of time in this room last October." Avery giggled as she gave you a sly sideways glance, wanting to see your reaction. And you didn't disappoint. The moment your cousin mentioned his one letter name, your face heated up, making it as red as a beetroot.

"W - what's he doing here?" You stuttered, making the other woman laugh.

"Ah! Long story. I'll tell you some other time." Avery answered as she went towards the large wooden closet on the left near the French canopy bed. "But, I'll tell you this: he's in love with gran's mom."

"Sorry?"

"Never mind." Your cousin teased as she opened the closet, revealing a huge collection of Victorian era dresses of all fabrics, colors, and shapes.

And it simply took your breath away! And instantly made you forget what Avery just revealed.

"Amazing!" You gasped in awe as Avery took one dress made completely out of lace from the huge closet. "It's so, so beautiful!"

"Look, I may tell you that this lady here suits your skin tone but, you can try as many of these as you like." Avery told you as she carefully handed you the delicate dress. "Hell, you can try all of them!"

And that's what you did for the next few hours. As tiring as it was, carefully putting on these dresses and making sure that they don't get damaged in the process, it really was fun trying them on. There were just too many, in different shades of red, blue, purple, green, and yellow, in different fabrics like lace, satin, silk, chiffon, and in different cuts, although ninety - five percent of them had extremely low necklines and all of them had tight fitting bodice.

And somehow, the dresses,...

... felt so familiar to you. From the colors perfectly matching your skin tone, to their sizes exactly fitting your form.

It was like you actually owned them.

"That's beautiful." Avery, who got so tired of waiting and elected to just sit on the bed to watch your every move, said for seemingly the hundredth time that day.

"Yes but," You answered as you uncomfortably looked down at what you’re wearing: an exquisite pale green dress with an empire waist and a pair of bishop sleeves made of voluminous silk. " ... it doesn't seem right."

Avery rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "I told you. Pick whatever you like. V will not judge you if you pick the wrong one, come on!"

"No, it's not that I'm worried about V judging me." You said as you faced the closet once more. "These dresses are all beautiful, and they all fit so perfectly, it's actually scary. But, I don't feel,... special,... in any of them. In a way."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's like,... I'm happy they all fit. But, I'm not happy wearing them."

"Really? How so?"

"It's like,... ah,... how do I explain this?" You bit your lower lip as you browsed the many more dresses that were hanging inside the vintage closet belonging to your gran's mom. "It's like, I'm looking for something that resonates. That feels special. You know what I'm saying?"

"I'm not sure I know what you meant." Avery answered as she collapsed on the white pillows.

"Ah, it's so hard to - "

"Hard to what?"

You turned towards your cousin, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets and your mouth opening wide. Like you've just awoken to a huge revelation.

"Found something that resonates?" Avery asked as she rolled on the bed, propping her chin on her knuckles and playfully swaying her feet back and forth.

"I might have." You replied as you took a particular dress from the closet and made your way once again towards the massive bathroom. "Wait."

"Isn't that what you're already making V do?" Avery teased with a huge grin plastered on her face as she rolled on the bed once more and laid on her back.

"What's that?!" Your voice echoed from the bathroom. You were just too weirded out with your cousin's behavior.

"Nothing! And make it quick already! I'm starving!"

"Alright! Alright! And can you put something else in here, like a vanity table or something? It feels really empty here!"

"Just like how V feels without you?"

"Come again?!"

"Did I say something?"

"Ugh!"

Avery was clutching her stomach with both hands, hysterically laughing at her jokes when you finally came out of the bathroom. And when she saw you, her mouth simply dropped.

"Girl," She gasped, feeling as if her eyes were deceiving her. " ... you're wearing,... that?"

"Yes!" You proudly declared as you made a little pirouette, the soft fabric of the dress flowing gracefully with your movement. "Isn't this perfect?!"

"W - well," Avery said, still a bit tongue - tied, as she got off the bed and made her way towards you. " ... I must say that's a really curious choice. A good choice, nonetheless. Looks perfect, yes."

Your eyebrows knitted, confusion with Avery's strange commentary on the dress you chose starting to set in. "You don't look happy."

"What? Ugh! Come on, I said it's perfect, right? Now, get dressed and come down, I'm really starving, I could eat a huge bird right now!”

You were still staring at the dress laid carefully on the sofa a few minutes later as you and your cousin enjoyed some cookie dough stuffed oreos and bella basil raspberry tea.

"So, are you gonna tell me?" You said after taking a sip of the sweet beverage. "What V was doing there last October?"

"Ye really wanna know?"

"Well, duh. Of course."

Avery took one cookie from the huge plate and pointed it at you. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Umm, yes? No? I don't know,..."

"Well, whatever your belief is, this place," Avery said, taking a bite of the treat. " ... used to be haunted. And I commissioned the Legendary Devil Hunter to drive the spirit out. But, he refused!" She said, then took another bite. "And this man, this thin man who calls himself V, he volunteered. He confronted the Demon who took over this place," She plopped the treat into her mouth and chewed. And with a still full mouth, she said, " ... and set the tortured souls free. Safe to say he won, right?"

"Oh, I s - "

"BUT, of course, you wouldn't believe me! So, forget what I just said." Avery took another cookie and ate it whole. Then, after that, she took another one from the plate and ate it as well.

"You, ah, eat well!" You said, carefully choosing your words so as not to offend your cousin.

"Who, me?" Avery asked as she ate another cookie, then took a sip of her tea. "Nah. Must be your imagination."

" ... okay,... "

"I answered your question, now answer mine." Avery gestured at the dress on the sofa and took another treat from the almost empty plate. "What made you choose that dress?"

"Instinct." You simply answered.

"Meaning?"

"I feel it's the one, you know?"

"Just like how you feel about V?"

"OH, SH - !"

"I'm home, ladies!" Roman, who just entered the living room, greeted you and made his way towards his wife to plant a kiss on her radiant cheek. He, then, took out a box of dumplings from a plastic bag and showed it to Avery, whose eyes and mouth widened in delight.

"Roman Mikael Francisco, you greatest husband in the world!" Avery exclaimed in ecstasy as she grabbed the Chinese take out box from Roman's hand. "How did you know I'm craving this?"

"Instinct." Roman answered as he winked at you, making you nod in realization of the real situation.

"Oh, shush, you!" Avery playfully slapped Roman's hand and looked back at you. "And you! You have to go back home, it's getting late."

"I'm not a kid!" You replied with a silly grin on your face as you took the dress from the sofa. "And it's only afternoon."

"Whatever." Avery said and stood, accidentally dropping her handkerchief from her lap to the floor in the process. "Oh, it fell! Just like how you and V fell for each other!"

"Stop!"

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❄ @la-vita , @clevermentalitybeliever , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @dreaming-gamer . ❄

***

"You alright on your own?" Roman asked graciously as he walked with you towards your house. "You need help with that box? That's huge!"

"I can handle this, thanks!" You replied with a smile as you held the box containing the dress and its accessories closer to your form.

"Are you a hundred percent sure?"

"Yes."

Roman nodded, his charming smile showing on his young - looking face. "Alright, alright. I'll go back to Avery, then. She's getting more and more delicate these past few days, you know?"

"Yeah. Take care of her, alright?"

"Si, si." Roman smiled, waved, and walked back towards the mansion.

So, I'm right! You thought as you opened the door to your own house. "Gran, I'm home - "

However, something, or someone, stopped you in your tracks.

Christopher Lancaster, your narcissistic former lover, was waiting for you in the living room. What's more, he was holding an expensive - looking bouquet of red roses, there was a box of expensive French chocolate on the table, and Adelaide was looking at the man with utter hate and disdain from one corner of the room. Like he forced her to let him in the house.

"(Y/N)!" The man greeted as he stood up from the sofa and made his way towards you. "I was waiting for you."

You took a few steps back and held the box right in front of you to prevent the man from getting closer to you. "What do you want, Christopher?"

"Aww, how cold! Yikes!" The man sarcastically said as he made a shivering gesture. "I only wanted to give this to you - "

"What. Do you. Want?"

"Sheesh, can't a man invite a lady properly to the New Year's Ball?"

"Oh! Is that so?"

"So, you'll come with me! That's great news! I - "

"Get out of here, you're scaring gran."

The man drew back in shock at what he just heard. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, GET OUT! I'M NOT GOING TO THE BALL WITH YOU!"

"WHAT? YOU CAN'T REFUSE ME!"

"WELL, I JUST DID!" You yelled as you took the box of expensive chocolate from the table and shoved it forcefully into his arms. "NOW, GET OUT!"

The man gave you one last look of contempt before turning and finally leaving you and your grandmother alone.

And, hell, it felt good!

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[soulfood-fics]

Dearly Beloved Part 1

Happy Spooky Season peeps! I hope everyone's having a great fall. Here’s a little something to keep you occupied while I work on Oreo.

Pairing: Southern!Winston x Black!Reader

Genre: Southern Gothic

Summary: You and Winston are about to get married. His mother, a Voodoo priestess, doesn't approve and will do anything to separate the two of you. Winston loves you too much to let that happen and will go to hell and back (literally) to keep you safe. 

Warning: Angst (i think), mentions of blood.

Please let me know if you like it and if I should continue.

Winston wiped the bead of sweat forming on his brow as he worked in the field. The sun had beaten against his skin and the long day had taken its toll on his body. The only thing keeping him going was thoughts of you. His Cher. 

He couldn't see you standing on the back porch watching him in the distance. You could see his muscles caught the light as he flexed them. 

“I know what you’re thinking, Cher.” Your mother said, standing beside you and staring blankly into the field.

“What mama?” 

She knew about you and Winston. After finding the two of you together in his truck a few years ago, she’s been very supportive about your relationship. 

“A man that perfect is always too good to be true.” She was looking in Winston's direction as she fanned herself. “Lord knows his mother got no business getting him mixed up in her mess.” 

His mother was a notorious priestess, most known for using black magic. Winston wanted nothing to do with her and she blamed you for it. In her eyes, you took her son away from her. 

“Mama, She’s still his mother.”

“But you’re about to be his wife. You and that boy can’t hide forever.” After that, she made her way back inside. 

Standing out on the porch made the heat and humidity leave a dewy sweat on your skin, your yellow linen dress clung into you. Looking back out, you noticed Winston wasn’t in the far corner of the field anymore. You started scanning over the rest of the land looking for him, only finding grass and the trees scattered around the field. Panic set in when you couldn't find him, worried that the heat had gotten to him.  

Coming down from the porch, you began to search over the left stretch of land on your family’s property. That side had a river and a large weeping willow that Winston loved to sit under for shade. Sure enough, he was sitting on the bench he’d built for you under the tree.

There was no breeze, the thick heat made everything seem to stand still. You took the route closest to the river so that your bare feet splashed in the shallow water. With Winston in view, you noticed he was holding something. He played with small object cradled in his hands, then quickly stuffed it in the back pocket of his loose fitted jeans. The disturbed look on his face was replaced with a smile as he watched you, his grin widening as he took you in. Your brown skin welcomed the sun and the reflection of you against the water gave you an angelic glow when you walked closer towards him.

“Hey, lover.” Winston stood, reaching out for your hands, caressing them in his and bringing them up to his lips. Placing gentle kisses on the back of your hands.

“Hi, Winnie.” You were the only person he let call him that. 

“You know I love you, right?” Still holding your hands, the same disturbing look returned to his face making you concerned also. 

“Of course I do. Winston, what's wrong?” 

“It’s nothing for you to worry about, I can handle it. How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine. Winston, what's going on?” As your concern and confusion heightened, you snatched your hand's out of his grasp.

With a heavy sigh, he pulls the object from his back pocket. A small burlap sack wrapped with a red string. He hesitated before opening the bad, pulling the string slowly between his fingers. 

“It’s a hex. I found 3 other bags when I fixed the door of the shed and painted the fence.” The look on his face was apologetic as if this was his doing. “These are my mother's bags, I can tell by the string.”

As if the heat had increased, your blood began to boil. Resisting the urge to take the bag and throw it into the river, you empty the contents of the bag into your hand. Outpour several small figures and a piece of paper with your name on it. There was something else in the bag that seemed to be stuck.

“Are these bones?” Horrified of what you've found, you drop everything onto the ground. 

“You have to burn the bags to remove the hex.” Winston had become callous to his mother's plots against you. His only concern was protecting you.

He bent down and put all of the bags on the ground, when he stood he handed you a black matchbook. When you lit the match, the flame burned a deep blue as it dropped into the pile. The bags ignited and the growing flames burned from blue into a crimson red. And just as quickly as the fire began, it came to an abrupt stop. Leaving no sign that the blaze even started. No smoke, no scorched fabric. Even the grass underneath seemed to be untouched by the flames.

“Get inside the house and lock all the doors and windows,” Winston mumbled under his breath.

The rigid tone of his words let you know something was wrong. He began to pace around the bags with his jaw clenched, furiously rubbing his head, searching for an answer to what just happened. The man you knew to be doubtless and unshakable was practically trembling as you watched him. 

“Winston, what was that?”

“Why are you still standing here?” 

The fear showed on his face and in his voice, something you've never seen from him before and it startled you. The urgency of his words made your feet move. Backing away from where he stood you started towards the house. Less than halfway to the back porch, you felt a tearing pain in your chest. As if your heart was being ripped from your chest. 

Looking down at your body you noticed red welts forming on your breast. The skin breaking slightly just when the pain in your chest burned the most. Opening your mouth to scream for Winston, you were shocked when nothing came out. The more you struggled to cry out for help, the more pain you felt. When you turned back to where Winston stood, he saw the lines of blood running down your chest.

The pain was too intense and your body gave in before he could reach you. Winston watched your body collapse as he ran. Just as your consciousness slipped away, you heard him call you. 

“Cher “. 

[kumkaniudaku]

What if Chad pranked Tasha with toothpaste Oreos?

😂😂😂😂😂

A long night of mothering and wife-ing usually came with a glass of wine in the bathroom while chaos erupted on the other side of the door. This night, however, called for something special.

“I’m hungry, baby. You want some cookies,” Chadwick asked as he tore his eyes away from the TV screen to look at Tasha.

“Oooh, yes! Bring the good stuff.”

When she went back to contorting her body in a quest to paint her pinky toenail, Chadwick mentally rubbed his hands together. His plan was now in motion. After Tasha successfully pranked him in front of hundreds of thousands of YouTube viewers, he knew he had to come back with something that would put his wife to shame.

A quick trip to the kitchen produced two bottles and a tray of picture perfect Oreos. He watched his unsuspecting wife wiggle in the chaise beside their bed as he sat the porcelain plate on the bedside table.

“Shoot, I left my phone downstairs. I’ll be back. Don’t eat without me.”

“Ummm...okay!”

Tasha’s quick response came with a broad smile that was identical to their daughter’s. That smile meant that while she promised not to touch the sweet treat before he returned, she would take a bite as soon as he was out of range.

Tasha watched Chadwick until he was completely out of the room before carefully removing a cookie from the tray and placing the entire treat into her mouth. One bite introduced her tastebuds to an explosion of mint flavor atypical of what was expected from the fluffy cream she was expecting.

“What the fuck,” she grumbled through the bits of cookie stuffed into her mouth. A frantic search for a napkin to hide the evidence of actions was futile and the heavy footsteps nearing her location didn’t provide enough time to sprint to the master bathroom. So, she chose to fight through the terrible concoction one agonizing swallow at a time.

Chadwick could barely make it into the room without smiling once he took a look at CoCo’s poor attempt at concealing her discomfort.

“Why you sittin’ over there looking like that?”

“Hmm,” Tasha answer in a high pitched grunt.

“I said why you sittin’ over there like that. You look like somebody took your tongue.”

Tasha forced out a closed mouth laugh before taking a painful swallow and wincing. Never passing up an opportunity to take his acting up a notch, he quickly changed directions and sauntered over to his wife.

“You look so beautiful over here obeying Daddy’s rules. I should kiss you in that cute mouth of yours.”

“Mm-mm,” she responded, turning her head from side to side to stop his attempt to cup her cheeks in his hand.

“So you’re playing hard to get? Gimme a kiss, girl. Stop playing.”

Another attempt to refuse made Tasha panic, send a glob of toothpaste flying to the back of her throat. Quick reflexes sent her flying from the chair to the bathroom to scrub her mouth clean of the horrors it was experiencing.

Chadwick took a moment to laugh silently before feigning concern and confusion.

“What’s wrong, dear,” he asked on with his head leaning against the door.

“Shut the hell up! You know what you did!”

“I’m lost, honey. What has happened to my beautiful wife? Is it from the Oreos I asked you not to eat?”

“Go away!”

“Can you say, “Wow, Big Daddy, you’re the best pranker this family has ever seen!””

“No!”

“Aw, c’mon. Say it for me and I’ll leave you alone,” he snickered while he pulled his phone out to capture the moment.

A bear of silence preceded the audible gargle of mouth wash and the sink be turned on and off. Suddenly, Tasha flung open the door with her eyebrows drawn together in anger.

“I’ll knock you out, Chadwick.”

Her hand extended to push him out of the way, making sure to ruffle his camera angle.

Laughing, Chadwick flipped to front camera mode, “Close enough!”

[ktrsvo]

well the prompt I have for you is from the book (but I keep picturing the movie Simon so its definetely a cross over? Idk)... In the book after Bram realizes who Simon is he overhears Abby talking to Nick about Simon and some guy named Cal, thats when he gets jealous (totally is during that email where he tells Simon hes glad everything is working out for him).... WELL, I wanna see Bram's side of it you know? Because I have this feeling that Bram liked Simon WAYYYYYY before he knew Simon was gay

ocean eyes

Simon has an idea on who Blue is, but he isn’t Bram.

guess who just rewatched love simon w/ her friends today? (this is gay culture) so here’s a quick one, fellas, im in a mOOD :-D

Bram rereads the email an extra couple times, and honestly? There’s nothing on this stupid planet that can make his scenario any better. Not Sam Smith songs, and certainly not sad Reddit sob stories. Nothing, nada, zilch.

To his right, Garrett’s going on about some dumb, freshie stoner kids who were caught dealing behind the bleachers just a few days ago. Something about ziploc bags, spray-paint canisters, a couple hundred bills of cold hard cash. He even mentions a Cadillac - though Bram’s not paying enough attention to see its relevance to the story.

A waitress comes by to plunk down their orders, but Bram’s not hungry. Not anymore. So his plate of chocolate chip waffles sits untouched, until Liam reaches over and pulls it towards himself. At one point Garrett shoulders Bram to gain his input about, what, the mechanics of boob physics in anime - but since the current look on Bram’s face is saying, “I don’t give a shit right now,” in practically bold neon letters, Garrett claps him on the shoulder and thankfully lets it slide.

Liam isn’t having it, though. Christ. His eyebrows knit together tightly, the way it always does when he’s puzzling over his girlfriend’s texts like he’s looking for cracks, some hidden undercurrent of deception, and, really, Bram wants to tell him to please, back off, but.

It’d only pique the guy’s curiosity. Get him onto Bram’s case like some certified Blue’s Clues super sleuth. Fucking Sherlock Holmes 2.0.

“You okay, dude?” Liam says, leaning over the table on his elbows. Trying to catch a glimpse of the secrets stewing on Bram’s phone screen. Like, oh no, what could they be? His own girlfriend’s messages? Videos about titties bouncing?

Well, it’s probably a good thing that Bram’s about as straight as a curly straw.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. It’s been a really rough day,” Bram says, trying to casually shove his phone inside his pocket so that Liam won’t focus on him as much. And it works. So good for Bram.

Later that night, when he gets back home after enduring that hour-long rundown of the amazing dribbling techniques that apparently won a school not from their district a national gold medal, the first thing he does is flip open his laptop. Naturally.

Then, this is where his critical thinking skills come into play  - the difficult part. God.

Bram resists the urge to face-plant on his keyboard.

Jacques - no, Simon, as in Simon Spier - doesn’t think Blue is Bram. Doesn’t suspect it’s him. Apparently the image on his mind is some dreamy, blue-eyed artist who’s presumably from his theatre class. Some boy with a nice singing voice, and a 64-pack of Prismacolours and superhero comic books stuffed inside his Kanken bag, probably.

The image assembles itself from Bram’s superficial observations of the seemingly highbrow, artsy types in their school. Theatre kids, all of them. Lovers of The Secret History, photography, minimalism, flowery prose, and Romance languages.

In Bram’s head, they’re gathered in a blinding stairwell that smells vaguely of nail varnish and resin. Wearing white Chuck Taylors with phrases inscribed along the vamp, the laces removed and looped around the hooks of their boyfriend-cut jeans. Amor vincit omnia, one reads in a purposefully messy scrawl.

And another - dulcius ex asperis - in slanted handwriting. All wide spaces. Narrow letters.

Yeah, sure. Cool.

Okay, Bram doesn’t know where he’s getting at - it’s probably the resentment that’s talking its traitorous mouth off - but the point that remains is this: Simon has a crush on someone. And that someone isn’t him.

Which is fair enough, if Bram’s thinking about the whole matter from a logical standpoint, all subjectivity aside. It’s not like Bram is the only person out there who fits the criteria Bram’s been hinting at in their messages. Like, lover of Oreos? Unofficial Night’s Watch Member? Really? Bram knows this one guy in the cafeteria who eats the stuff everyday. Inhales it like it’s oxygen, and he’s on lifetime support. He could probably be into Game of Thrones, too, for all Bram cares.

Come to think of it, he was wearing a House Stark shirt this one time, one with a really detailed direwolf and that green escutcheon -

Bram shuts his eyes.

Groans.

______

So, that boy Bram’s been thinking about? Mister Ocean-Eyes aka Simon’s version of Blue?

Cal Price.

He overhears Abby and Nick discussing it one day, as he’s walking to class. Not the Blue part, of course. They don’t know about that. No one else does. Unless Simon told them, which is unlikely.

“Think it’s Cal that’s on his mind?” Abby says to Nick in a voice low enough that only someone really paying attention can discern. “Like, Si was looking at him weirdly during practice yesterday. It was really sweet, y’know. You should’ve seen it.”

“Weirdly, as in -?” Nick makes a face Bram can’t see, but it makes Abby giggle and shove at him playfully. Meaning it’s an expression of the lovesick persuasion.

Abby lets out another snicker. “Yeah, like that!”

Nick shrugs. “Well, maybe, then? Seems like it, I guess?”

Then, the two of them round the corridor and disappear into the Global Issues classroom, the traces of Abby’s laughter somehow lingering in the air. Like a spritz of perfume.

Bram’s hands tighten where they’re gripped around the straps of his backpack.

____

……..

Anyway, it looks like things are working out the way you wanted them to. So, good for you.

Blue

Bram doesn’t bother looking the message over before he clicks on “Send.”

___

…..

Can we just pretend none of this ever happened and go back to normal?

Simon

Honestly, if only Bram could.

___

He could, Bram finds out the next day, when he accidentally locks gazes with Simon.

When Simon gives him that smile - that small, half-moon smile Bram is so, so weak for.

He could, Bram thinks, looking away quickly, blushing.

He most definitely could.

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Human Qualification- Chapter 11

November 4

Chapter 11 in the 11th month? This is the last of those coincidences, I regret to say. 

Additionally, if you haven’t seen the new, beautiful art for chapter 9, please do! Thank you, @4nimenut!

As always, I’d like to thank @missmizpah @gracieuxetoile and @deathly-oreos for beta-reading!

Summary: To slowly lose all your functions until you are nothing but a trapped mind in a deteriorated shell, that’s what it means to be ‘No Longer Human.’ 

This chapter can also be found on Ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

“You’re up early...” Dazai groaned into his pillow when Chuuya waltzed into the room, a light tune on his lips.

“Yeah, I have important plans today.” The redhead shot Dazai a look. “Don’t you also have plans you need to be getting ready for?”

“I do, but…” Dazai rolled over, reluctant to actually sit up. “This is more comfortable.”

Chuuya had murder in his eyes, but he sighed. “I’m taking the bathroom. You better be off your ass when I get out.”

“Roger.” Dazai lay in his bed for a few moments, listening to the stream of Chuuya’s singing from the bathroom before standing up—or trying to. Instead, he thudded onto the floor before he could even comprehend what had happened.

“Dazai?” Chuuya’s head popped out of the door, eyes widening as he saw Dazai grimacing on the ground. He hurried over. “What the fuck happened?”

“Nothing.” Dazai smiled over his concern. “I just misstepped.”

But his body was working against his lies. As Dazai attempted to lift himself up, the ground became unstable below his feet, and he began to sway. To Dazai’s embarrassment, Chuuya caught him, both hands on his waist. Dazai couldn’t let Chuuya see his face, the mixture of blush and shame. “...Chuuya.”

“Right. Sorry.” But Chuuya didn’t remove his hands. “Look, if you don’t feel up to it, we don’t have to do anything today.”

Dazai slowly pried his partner’s fingers from his sides. “You should finish getting ready.” He sat down immediately, contemplating what just happened. It felt natural—Chuuya’s hands on his waist—but he wouldn’t accept it if it meant he couldn’t stand. He refused to accept that fact, and he refused to let it interfere with his plans.

Slowly, Dazai lumbered around the room, leaning against the wall for some support. He rummaged through his clothes. What would be worthy of such an occasion? It occured to Dazai, hopelessly too late, that he had never really invested in nice clothing. Chuuya would probably be disappointed in anything in his wardrobe. Giving up, he pulled out his black suit and was filled with a sad nostalgia—a feeling which was unfamiliar to Dazai but he had begrudgingly resigned to its increasing presence. It had been too long since he last wore the outfit—it had been his favorite when Dazai actually left the house. He smiled weakly, unable to give it up so soon. A few months ago, he would have never imagined that he would redon the suit to go on a date with Chuuya.

After a bit, Chuuya exited the bathroom, dressed in a white button-down with a pair of black pants. Of course his choker and gloves were there, but overall, it was very simple for the redhead. “That’s what you’re wearing?” Dazai blurted.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, asshole? You’re wearing that same-old suit again.”

“I didn’t mean it as an insult. I was just surprised.”

“Well…” Chuuya fidgeted with his collar. “I figured since I wasn’t working, I could dress a little more casually.” He smirked. “I didn’t want to outdo you too much.”

Ignoring Chuuya’s remark, Dazai fumbled with the tie around his neck. It was useless; the material would slip from his fingers before he could make a knot.

“Let me help you.” Chuuya sat down on the bed next to Dazai. “Also, you forgot your buttons, idiot.” Dazai had given up on those earlier.

Chuuya’s hands worked on Dazai’s buttons one by one, sliding up his chest. Dazai was still confused how he wound up with a date with Chuuya. He thought he knew Chuuya, that he could read him through and through. And yet, when Chuuya kissed him the other day, Dazai was caught off guard. For some reason, Dazai could never imagine Chuuya feeling anything about him besides annoyance. Or maybe he knew, repressing the thought with his own feelings. Even now, as the two of them sat inches apart, Dazai couldn’t settle his thoughts. It would be cruel to really fall in love with Chuuya only to die too soon. Dazai had enough decency not to play with his partner like that. Perhaps it would be cruel to himself too. Dazai didn’t want another thing to lose.

He stopped his thoughts before they went further. Dazai wouldn’t lose anything. There was nothing in his life, Dazai reminded himself. He had always wanted to die.

Either way, Dazai would go on this date. He wasn’t one to go back on his word. He never promised Chuuya his heart anyway, only a date.

“Hmm.. while we wait, smile.” Dazai lifted his phone to show Chuuya, sitting across from him, his camera.

Although he initially looked confused, Chuuya proudly struck several poses. “This is unexpected.”

“I figured you’d like it—the sentimentality and egoism.”

“No way. I’m just posing, so next time you get dressed, you have something to reference.”

“For what not to wear?”

“No, shithead, this is just regular clothes—unlike that bandage mess. If you didn’t wear clo—”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Chuuya?” Dazai grinned.

Chuuya’s face erupted with his temper, but before he could respond, it was extinguished by the arrival of the waitress. “Voilà, your dinner. Bon appétit.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird, sharing a meal?” Dazai asked as the waitress placed the pot onto the flame between him and Chuuya.

“Not at all. It’s a meal meant to be shared, not just between two people, but multiple people.”

“Well, it seems like an experience,” Dazai said with a shrug, peering into the pot of melted cheese.

“Just skewer the bread and dip it in the cheese. Like this.” Chuuya made his demonstration, put the bread in his mouth and smiled with delight. “Don’t be a coward. Try it.”

“I’m not a coward.” For a minute, Dazai hesitated before picking up the long fork in his hand. It fell. Dazai didn’t consider himself to be a master of western eating utensils, but certainly he could do better than that. It wasn’t working. His fondue fork slipped again and again from his grasp. Finally, he resigned and grabbed the fork’s handle like screwdriver and uncomfortably stabbed a piece of bread. With his unnatural grip, he plunged the bread into the pot, letting it drown in the cheesy lava. But when he pulled it up, it was gone.

“Haha!” Chuuya snickered. “You lost it!”

Dazai was not amused by Chuuya’s laughter.

“Sorry. It happens to everyone; you’ll get the hang of it.” But Dazai figured he’d never get the hang of it. He didn’t even bother retrieving his lost bread from the fondue sea; instead, he took a stab at another piece of bread. This one fell onto the table, then his lap, and finally the floor—that was where it was going to stay.

After a number of failed attempts, Chuuya finally noticed Dazai’s behavior. “Hey, Dazai. Are you going to actually eat?”

Dazai didn’t have a response. He didn’t want to admit that he was struggling. Even if it was his first time eating fondue, this amount of failure was unnatural. He put the fork down, trying to pass it off as anything but the truth.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just not hungry.”

“But you haven’t eaten fucking anything.” Chuuya’s gaze with filled with dissatisfaction and inspection.

“Say ‘ahh.’”

“What?” Dazai nearly choked.

“‘Ahh.’”

“No way! That’s embarrassing!” Dazai’s face was consumed with red.

“It’s fine. No one is looking.”

“Yeah, but it’s a thing that lovey-dovey coup—” Suddenly, his speech was interrupted with warm bread and cheese.

“We’re on a date, remember?” Chuuya’s smile looked smug. “How is it?”

“It’s…” Dazai swished the taste in his mouth. “Delicious.”

“Right? Now hurry up, or it will go cold.” Without waiting for a response, Chuuya prepared another piece of bread.

“Huh—” Perhaps Dazai would have been more successful at stopping Chuuya if didn’t open his mouth at all. But Chuuya wouldn’t allow that, continually provoking Dazai and shoving bread into his mouth until the cheese was cold.

“See? That was good, wasn’t it?” Chuuya grinned victoriously.

Dazai gulped down the bread stuffed in his mouth. “For you, I suppose.” Dazai wouldn’t let Chuuya be so pleased with his accomplishment, even if he enjoyed the experience, savoring the unusual intimacy of the moment. Yet now that it had ended, a bitter aftertaste seeped in, flavored with shame and weakness. Dazai was akin to a baby—unable to take care of himself, dependent on someone else to feed him. Since when had he become like this? He stared down at his body, at the thinly masked bones which made up his ribcage. He looked away with a shudder.

“Shall we go?” Chuuya stood and extended Dazai a hand, which Dazai was reluctant to take.

The world seemed to shift under Dazai’s feet when he stood up. In a manner which was much less discreet than he wanted, he propelled off the seats of strangers to work his way through the restaurant towards the exit. This flimsy facade ended quickly when he stumbled onto a surprised diner.

“Sorry,” Dazai mumbled, his face turned red. As he hobbled away, an arm slipped around his back, and a hand settled comfortably at his side. Chuuya grinned at him, pressing closer into his side. “What, what are you doing?” Dazai asked.

“We’re on a date, remember?” Chuuya said in a sweet voice before dropping to a whisper. “Put your arm around me, bastard.”

Dazai complied, resting his arm around the redhead’s shoulders. In response, Chuuya blushed with frustration. How amusing. When he was like this, Chuuya was quite teasable, and Dazai couldn’t help but play with the uneven ends of his russet hair. Chuuya made a visible effort not to react.

Normally, Dazai would be encouraged to further provoke Chuuya, but he was preoccupied with other thoughts. The warmth of Chuuya’s body pressed next to his—it was comforting but unwarranted. It was not an embrace out of love but rather out of pity. Feeling gross, Dazai squirmed from Chuuya’s hold.

“Not feeling as touchy as before?” Chuuya grabbed Dazai’s arm before he could entirely escape.

“No.” Dazai didn’t want to delve into the matter, so he let Chuuya keep a firm grip on his arm. He was eager to change the subject of conversation—but he didn’t have the first idea of what to talk about on their date. He knew way too much about Chuuya for an ordinary first date—and with his other dates, he had never went beyond that point. “So, umm… how’s...” He could do better than ask about the weather. “...how’s work?”

“It’s fine.” Chuuya shrugged. “You know, the usual.” Dazai found it bizarre that Chuuya didn’t want to talk about his job which he loved so much, but he wasn’t going to complain. The topic of work made Dazai rather depressed recently. Chuuya’s lips parted, and Dazai couldn’t guess what would come out of them. He couldn’t possibly ask about Dazai’s recent activities—both of them were aware he had done nothing. Finally: “how’s the weather?”

Dazai stifled his laugh. “Can’t feel the weather down there, chibi?”

With a pinch, Chuuya cut off the circulation in Dazai’s arm. “I just figured you forgot what weather feels like since you haven’t lift the apartment in a month,” he snapped.

Dazai couldn’t argue with that pointed observation. “It’s fine,” he sighed. “I prefer the weather after a storm though. That’s when the rivers are deepest.” Dazai chose to ignore Chuuya’s deadpan stare. “What’s your favorite weather, Chuuya?” Dazai already knew the answer: days when nothing beat down overbearingly on Chuuya—no rain, no snow, no sun either—much like the day they were having.

“I like cloudy weather, like today.”

In such a way, Dazai and Chuuya carried on their meaningless chatting, asking basic questions they already knew the answers of. It was the closest they could get to a normal date—which Dazai decided was utterly unexciting.

“Chuuya, can we sit down somewhere?” Dazai relented to his unsteady legs and sat dejectedly on the nearest bench. When Chuuya joined him, Dazai made no notice, caught up in his thoughts. He wondered what direction the date would take next and whether he even wanted it to. Dazai was physically and mentally exhausted. Throughout the outing, Dazai had been repeatedly reminded of his incompetence. Maybe the whole thing was a mistake. When such thoughts entered his mind, Dazai didn’t dare look at his partner.

“You must be tired. We can go back, if that’s what you want,” Chuuya said, but Dazai wasn’t listening to the words.

“Chuuya.” Dazai finally looked up, staring directly into Chuuya’s intense, cobalt eyes. His lips had curled into a slight frown. Dazai hastily suppressed the thoughts which bubbled up and colored his cheeks. “Why did you go on this date with me? Do you love me? Or do you pity me?”

Chuuya blushed with embarrassment then anger. “You asshole!” He swung his fist with full momentum but landed it gently on Dazai’s chest. “You fucking know I can’t answer that question!”

“Why not?”

“No matter what I say, you’re not going to like the answer! And I—” Chuuya was cut off by his own shaky breaths.

“I understand.” Dazai sighed. Chuuya was right: he would never be satisfied with either answer. Perhaps he was expecting Chuuya to resolve his own confusion. “I’m sorry. Let’s just go back.”

Dazai stood up slowly from the bench, but he was yanked back down. “Wait.” Despite his assertion, Chuuya wouldn’t make eye-contact. “What I did today—it wasn’t out of pity. I still need time to sort things out, but I know that much. So don’t look at today as a mistake.”

Dazai was awed; he often underestimated his partner’s ability to see right to his core. “Thank you, Chuuya.” Dazai lifted Chuuya’s chin to face him and gently pressed his lips against Chuuya’s.

“Y-you’re making it difficult for me to think things out, i-idiot.”

“There isn’t enough time to think things out,” Dazai spoke in whisper. “And—” he smirked—”we’re on a date, remember?”

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