#help me out darlings!!! i like to eat and put gas in my car and stuff

[shjsnjkj]

The Boy Next Door ┊ p.js

kinktober day 3! -masterlist

warnings: MDNI, make out, anxiety, unprotected sex,

genre: Smut

taglist:@blackp1nkfan @mitmit01 @pasteltheghost16 @harukayoiiiiiiizzz @mlywon @lhspeachie @seraphira @kaykay11sworld @winuvs @yuniesluv @shhth @rizzki09 @mylettterstoyou @d-dilemma @moonpri @blushbunini

wc: 2,8k✧.*

☆ bnd!jay x reader ; Thunderstorms, no electricity, no key to your apartment. The only thing you could do was to stay for the night at your neighbor, Jay's apartment.

“Why aren’t you eating the dessert, darling?” -your mother asked you.

“Mom, I’m full. I can’t eat more” -you said while holding your stomach.

“Alright, then. I will put this one in a box as well and you can share it with your lover boy” -she smiled at you.

“Mom, please don’t refer to him like that. I already told you — he’s just my neighbor. On top of that, I’m not sharing this delicious cherry pie with anyone!”

You were sitting at the usual family dinner at your parent’s house. Even though you were always tired, reuniting with your siblings and parents after a long week apart felt so comforting. You didn’t have to make dinner for yourself and could relax all afternoon.

“However, it was a bit uncomfortable sometimes. The reason was all the questions you received from your mom and siblings. Even though you were the middle child they had high expectations for you. Since everyone had a boyfriend or a girlfriend and you didn’t they had to mention it again and again. You didn’t understand why they made such a fuss and care about your love life but you were busy focusing on your own goals at first. Then love could come into your life. You got the “It’s just a cliché” sentences but you ignored those comments and ate your food in silence.

The second thing was your so-called lover boy, Jay. Your neighbor. Not your lover as they say it.

Since you moved in next to Jay, everyone's been talking about him non-stop.

Bringing up the memories, of when he helped your father bring your packages into your home or when Jay helped you put your sofa and wardrobe together. You felt at ease around him and his smile made your heart melt for a second.

You admit he’s sweet and acts like a gentleman but you’re just not ready for a relationship now.

“Okay guys, I guess I’m going to head home. Thanks for the dinner again.”

“Y/n don’t you want to stay for the night? There's a big thunderstorm coming, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to be driving in it on your way home."

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to call you when I get home.”

“Okay, sweetie. Take care, I love you” -she hugged you.

“I love you too Mom”

After you said goodbye to your family you got inside the car. With chilly, jazzy music you started the engine and drove home.

The clouds were already starting to form a big shape getting darker and darker as time passed. To be honest, you’ve always been afraid of thunderstorms and really wanted to get home before the storm started. So you pressed the gas pedal harder to make it home in a few minutes.

When you got out of the car your hands were full of packed food and raindrops started pouring from the sky.

You arrived safely and were delighted to spend the evening watching a movie while enjoying a cup of hot cocoa, taking your mind off the thunderstorm.

As you searched for your apartment key you bumped into Jay who was seemed to be coming home from work. He smiled at you softly which you returned.

“Do you need any help? I can hold your boxes.”

“Oh, no thank you. I can do it myself. I'm having a bit of trouble finding my keys, and I'm starting to get a bit stressed. ” -you said in a worried tone.

“Okay, Y/n if you need anything just let me know. I’m gonna be up. Have a good night.”

“Thank you, Jay. Have a good night too”

He went inside and you still looking for that freaking key. The lightning flashed on your face and panic started to take over you. It felt like you were trapped in a box and breath didn’t come easily to you.

“Y/n take it easy. Everything’s gonna be okay!” -you started to tear up.

“Perhaps, I should give Mom a callIt's already late, though. Chances are they've gone to sleep. I guess I'm stuck here in the cold stairway for the time being. All, alone, in the thunderstorm.” -you started to accept your situation and slid down at your door to the ground feeling anxious and tired.

You cried until you heard the door open next to you.

"Y/n, come on in. You need to stop being like this." -you slowly looked to the side and gazed up, only to meet Jay's eyes- "Come on, I can't leave you here."

"Jay, you really don't have to," -you said. "Y/n, please." -he stepped closer, took the bags from your hands, and took them inside. You were still sitting on the floor, so Jay didn't hesitate and picked you up in a bridal pose.

“Jay, put me down. Wait!”

"I'm not waiting around any longer. You didn't stand up, so I'll take you inside my home.”

You made your way from the dark stairway into the light. As Jay stepped over the doorstep, you were hit by a subtle orange scent. Although, his woody scent filled your senses completely. Since your hands were on his neck, your body was pressed up against his, his hands were holding your back and legs as well. All you could do was smell him and get goosebumps afterward. You hate to admit that something switched in you once you felt his scent and body. He held you so gently that you didn't want him to let you go.

"You can let go of me now," -he said, looking at you.

"Oh, right. My apologies." -you finally stood up and fixed your dress.

Jay showed you around his place. Even though you lived in the same building, his apartment was bigger than yours. It was full of designer furniture and decor. It was a perfect match, and the scent in his home was so captivating that you wouldn't want to leave. You also noticed a few guitars across his bedroom, and you got really excited because you loved the sound of the guitar. It always helps you relax.

"Jay, can you play the guitar for me?" -you asked him.

"The guitar?" Sure, why not? It's getting late, though. Maybe we can do it another time."

"Please, that would help me calm down." -you grabbed his arm.

"Y/n, you should eat something and get some rest. I'll play some music if you're going to be in bed."

"I'm not that hungry, but we can share the cherry pie my mother made."

"She made cherry pie? I love cherries. They're my favorite fruit!"

"Really? Then I hope you'll like it," -you said, smiling at him.

Once you'd turned off the lights, you made your way to the kitchen and opened the food box. There it was, the delicious pie with fresh cherries right next to it. Jay brought two plates and forks so you could finally taste the dessert. You took a bite and looked at him, only to see him tasting the cherry. The red fruit's juice ran down his pink lips, making them blood red. The juice almost dripped to his white designer shirt, so you quickly moved your finger to his jaw to stop it. Jay just looked at you and you blushed a bit from embarrassment. "It almost painted your shirt," -you said, taking your finger into your mouth and licking the juice off.

"Oh, thank you, Y/n."

Jay really liked the pie, and so did you. He asked you to bring your mother over to bake this pie for him again. You said you'd do it, but you know how your mother is, so I don't think she'd be too happy about it. You offered to help with the dishes, but Jay said no. Instead, he insisted you take a shower.

You agreed and went to the bathroom with Jay after behind you. He gave you one of his t-shirt, which was long enough to cover you, and put a towel on the rack to dry yourself with.

After he left the room you were alone with your thoughts and the candles that he lit up for you. You took off all your clothes and stepped into the shower. There was quite a selection of bodywashes to choose from. Since the orange scent filled your nose in Jay’s home you decided to go with that one. It felt amazing to be under the hot water and just think about nothing. Nothing, I mean Jay. He popped into your mind continuously and you couldn’t do anything to stop this. He is just too perfect and kind to you always. He even let you stay over for the night. You couldn’t count the times when he helped you. You were deep in your thoughts when the power suddenly turned off. Only the candles gave you a little light but you still couldn’t see anything.

“Jay!” -you called out to him for help.

“I’m here, Y/n can I come in?”

“Yes, please” -he opened the door- “Please don’t look, I’m still in the shower.”

“Okay. I’ll give you my hand. Just hold it and I’ll help you get dressed.”

You extended your arm to meet his hands and he took yours in his gentle grasp. You took slow steps, and Jay handed you the towel, then the t-shirt.

“I’m done” -you turned him around.

It was still dark but you felt his gaze on you. It made you smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. Jay led you to his bedroom and made sure that you were all tucked in the blanket. He sat down next to you with something in his hands. The moment you heard the beautiful sound you knew that he was playing the guitar for you. It made you feel more sleepy but also calmer. You were thankful for Jay for keeping you safe from the loud lightning and thunderstorms outside. “Now, sleep well Y/n. I’m going to be outside if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Jay. Goodnight.”

You went to dreamland but only managed to stay asleep for half an hour. You tried to go back to sleep but the lightning couldn’t let you do that. “Maybe Jay’s still up. I should ask him to play something for me again?” On the other hand, you thought this might be a bit much at that hour. You opted for a cup of hot milk instead. When you opened the door you instantly saw Jay lying on the sofa and sleeping like a baby. You didn’t want to bother him with any voice so you tiptoed to the kitchen until you heard his voice.

“Y/n why aren’t you sleeping?” -he asked in a low husky voice.

"I couldn't sleep" -you whispered, your voice barely audible over the storm outside- "The thunder... it's still bothering me." You hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of vulnerability and comfort in Jay's presence. "I was just going to make some hot milk to help me relax."

Jay sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Let me help you with that," he said softly, rising from the sofa. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the kitchen. "I know a trick that might help you sleep better than just hot milk," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the storm's chaos.

In the dim kitchen, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning, Jay moved with practiced ease. He reached for a small pot, poured in some milk, and set it on the stove. As he worked, he explained in a low, comforting voice, "We'll add a pinch of cinnamon and a touch of honey. It's an old family recipe - always helps me sleep on stormy nights." The warm, spicy aroma soon filled the air, momentarily drowning out your anxiety about the thunder.

As Jay stirred the milk, you leaned against the counter, watching him work. The gentle clink of the spoon against the pot and Jay's calm presence began to ease your nerves. When the milk was ready, he poured it into two mugs, the steam rising in delicate wisps. "Here," he said, offering you a warm mug. "Let's go sit down and enjoy this together."

You followed Jay to the living room, both of you cradling your warm mugs. As you settled onto the sofa, the storm outside seemed to fade into the background. The spiced milk warmed you from the inside, and Jay's presence beside you provided a comforting shield against the night's terrors. You sipped in companionable silence, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with each passing moment.

"Jay?"

"Hm?"

"I don't mean to be forward, but would it be okay for me to sleep here with you?" -you asked with a voice that was a little shaky.

“Of course. I assumed you’re not a fan of thunderstorms that’s why I put my tiredness aside and played you the guitar too. I want you to feel good and comfortable. Now come here, let’s sleep.”

You waited until Jay was settled in before you made your way over to the couch. You somehow managed to get down next to him, but Jay was only a few centimeters away. His eyes were bright and he was looking at you, so you couldn't help but look back at him. Jay had a way of captivating you, and your mind couldn't quite process the feelings your heart was having when you were this close to him. Then, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder and realized that Jay had pulled you into a hug. You swallowed nervously but could easily melt into his body. His thumbs were rubbing circles into your sides, and before you knew it, Jay's hands reached your upper thigh.

That moment, you realized that you didn't have anything underneath your t-shirt, or to be more precise, Jay's t-shirt. He was well aware, and you gave in. You gave in because he was so infuriatingly handsome, and all the things he did were just another turn-on for you. Even if you wanted to deny it, your body was telling the truth.

You leaned in for a kiss and finally met Jay's lips, which were as sweet as honey. His lips were soft, and your kiss turned into a passionate makeout session shortly after. You loved feeling his soft moans in your kiss and being all over him. His hands explored your body while you kissed his face and neck. As you sat on Jay's thigh, he looked at you, a bit surprised at how wet you were. You could care more, but there was no time for that. You started moving up and down on him, while your hands paused at the growing bulge in his pants. To make the moment even more intense, you started rubbing him through his pants, making him cry out for more of your touch. You can't help but smile when you see Jay acting like this. You slowly pulled down his pants and took his length into your mouth. He was already leaking precum, but you sucked on him until he was trembling under your touch. Jay's moans encouraged you to keep going. He gulped as he felt his erection grow harder. You stopped at this point. You pulled up your shirt, eager to be stretched out by Jay. To moan his name and feel him deep inside you.

Jay lined himself up with your entrance, and you slid down on him as slowly as you could. Your eyes got teary from the pleasure. He's right inside you, fitting perfectly.

"Jay," you said, your breath coming in gasps.

"F-fuck, baby. You feel so good." -he closed his eyes, keeping his hand on your waist.

You moved up and down, bouncing on him, resting your hand on his toned abs for support. The two of you were on the edge. You hadn't felt this way in a long time, and he helped you forget all the things that were stressing you out. As he hit your G-spot again and again, you felt a familiar knot building up in your stomach. Hot breaths and incoherent moans filled the room.

"Mhm, fuck Jay," -you said, rolling your eyes back.

"I'm going to cum, baby." -then you felt his cum filling up your hole. Just a second later, you came as well. You let out a series of moans from your pretty lips.

You collapsed onto Jay, your body finally giving in for the day. Once again, you melted into a sensual kiss, and he helped you clean up. You moved closer to Jay, still wanting to feel his presence nearby. He gave you a hug, just enough to feel his heartbeat. Before you knew it, you were sleeping next to him, feeling all the love he gave to you.

You didn't want the night to end, but you knew this was just the start of your love story. Even though you didn't want to start anything with Jay, you made love with him and you didn't regret it. You'd do it again by the time he wakes up next to you this morning. After all, he might be more than just the boy next door.

[samoankpoper21]

JJK Men as Passenger Princesses

IMAGE CTTO!!

Summary: Their car is in the shop and have no means of getting around until you offer to be their personal uber driver for the day. It strikes them that they've never seen you behind the wheel before, always opting to pick you up. What kind of chaos will ensue?

A/N: In California there's an unspoken rule where a yellow light translates to green 🤣 Don't ask me why 🤣 Also I do not condone/endorse speeding or reckless driving but my dad swears I am a reckless driver 🥲 As always the reader is a chubby!/POC! reader~! Enjoy~!!

Gojo Satoru: "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiii babe," leaning over he pecks your cheek, rubbing his hands up and down the length of his thighs. He's giddy with anticipation: this is the first time he's ever seen you drive! "Got your seatbelt on?"

"Of course." Putting the car in drive you slowly peel away from his apartment complex easing into traffic as conversation ebbed and flowed like water. He hadn't realized how relaxed he was until you put your hand on his thigh smirking. Jokingly he peels your hand away from his thigh throwing it back to you. "Excuse me! I am not some hussy where you can easily put your hands where your please."

"Breh really?"

"Don't 'breh' me. I am a princess today." Giggling you ask, "Well princess what do you feel like eating? I'm starving."

"I don't know you pick."

"No because every time I pick you disagree with it so where do you want to eat?"

"Are YOU part of the menu?"

"I meant food babe sheesh."

"I can't help it if you're sitting there looking like the finest chocolate pudding I've ever seen."

"Ew what," you giggle. "We're going to In-N-Out that's final." With Target being the last stop you pull into his parking spot where Satoru was going to instruct you to pull in but you surprised him when you put the gear in reverse, one hand on the back of his headrest, the other on the wheel reversing perfectly into the designated area. Putting the car in park you look at him scowling and say, "Alright baby let's-"

"Who the fuck are you fucking besides me?"

"Excuse me?!"

"How did you learn how to reverse perfectly like that? Is it Nanami? He's the only one I know who reverses like that?"

"Breh really?" 🤦🏽‍♀️

Kento Nanami: Nervous was the last adjective he would use to describe the nerves that were running through him at the moment. Anxious? Most accurate. He has never once been a passenger, always opting to give you the princess treatment regardless of his fatigue. "Come oooonnnn Nanamiiiiiiiii let me do this for you. It's the least I can do since you're always driving us around." Sighing in defeat he reluctantly agreed leading him to his current predicament; you zooming on the freeway as he gripped your door handle. Glancing over he watched your right hand on the wheel, the left propped up on the window sill holding your tilted head when it dawned on him that you were unaware of how fast you were actually going. This is how she normally drives?? Would he describe you as reckless? Slightly. No regards to anyone's life except your one? Leaning toward it. "Darling," he hisses out through gritted teeth.

"Yeah?"

"You do realize the speed limit is 65 right?"

"Yeah why?" Looking to your speedometer you gasp out, "Oh shit!" you were pulling 90 and not a cop car in sight. You sheepishly glance in his direction and say, "At least we didn't get pulled over."

Geto Suguru: Having the music low enough as to not disturb Nanako and Mimiko you and Suguru chatted quietly about all types of random topics. Being stuck in traffic always brought out the worst in every human and today was no exception. Bumper to bumper there was finally a break as the line of cars started flowing. "Finally." you huff out. As you pressed on the gas to accelerate a bit more a car cut in front of you jumping to the next lane over making you stomp on your brakes. "Mother-!"

"Babe the girls."

"That doesn't give him the right to drive like a maniac!"

"I'm just glad that we're all safe." At the top of your lungs you yell out while pointing at them, "You're lucky I have my kids in the car with me!"

"Babe the windows are rolled up." 🤦🏽‍♀️

Choso: "Babe is it alright if the kids come along?"

"Yuji, Megs, and Nobara?"

"Yes, they won't stop hounding me about watching you drive."

"Y'all need to chill" you laugh out speaking into the steering wheel. "Y'all make it seem like me driving is on the same level of the Mona Lisa."

"Well it kinda is."

"And who's fault is that? Every time I offer to meet you at whatever location you refuse saying and I quote, 'You're a princess and deserve to be treated like one.'"

"But you are."

"Cho," you squeal. "That's beside the point." Chuckling you couldn't help but blush at the deep timbre of his voice. "Well get the kids ready. I'm 5 minutes out."

"Ok. See you in a bit. Be safe."

"Always."

Pulling in front of the Itaodri house you found a lone, pale figure with a scar spreckled across his cheek surrounded by 2 overhype teens, one silently judging them. Rolling your window down youyell out, "Uber for Choso and co?"

"Here, here, here!" Yuji yells back. Parking the car you unlock the doors telling them to squeeze in the back, Choso sliding in beside you kissing your cheek. "Hi babe." the baritone in his voice making you internally shiver.

"Hi handsome. So where we off to?"

"Groceries, game stop for Megs, Target for Nobara, and maybe a gym store. Yuji wants some boxing gloves."

"Okay. But y'all better not judge me." Rolling her eyes Nobara asks, "Why would we judge you?" Offering her a sheepish grin while eyeing her in the rear view you answer, "I play my music real loud, sometimes have my own concerts and it's on shuffle." Dismissing your answer with a wave of her hand she retorts, "Please. Your shuffle can't be that bad."

"I listen to everything."

"Said by everyone." The drive to Target was approximately 20 minutes; within those 20 minutes your passengers went through a range of emotions: ready to fight (Set It Off - Lil Kayla), paying tribute to a late grandmother (Helena), felt like they were part of a rave (rampage), lost in translation twice (SKZ and a Samoan song), rapped along to Ice Cube, and finally belting out Keyshia Cole's Love. Parking the car you shut it off taking in your passengers. "Wow," Nobara breaks the silence. "You really do listen to everything." Laughing you look to Choso who quietly says, "You should sing to me more often."

Toji Fushiguro: "You're not gonna make it."

"Oh so you're doubting me now?"

"Look doll I've been driving longer than you have."

"Longer driving experience doesn't equate to greatness." You were doing 50MPH in a 35MPH trying to get to the green light before it turns yellow. The problem? You would need to make a wide left turn to continue about your ways. Stomping your foot on the gas the light turned yellow. "Y/N!" Toji hissed. Smirking you crossed the thresh hold while the light remained yellow; easing a bit you flicked the steering wheel to the left lifting off the throttle making the car careen smoothly into the lane. Quickly and simultaneously releasing the throttle and straightening the angle of your wheel you continued smooth sailing. A beat of silence passed before Toji huffed out, "That. was. FUCKING AWESOME! Where did you learn that babe?"

"Fuck you dawg you thought I wouldn't make it."

"Fuck babe that just turned me on so bad." Giggling you flick your head ahead. "There's an abandoned alleyway straight ahead. You can put that doubtful mouth to use."

"Yes ma'am."

Ryomen Sukuna: 3PM - 5PM on a weekday is practically the cursed time for anyone operating a vehicle: school buses fill the roads, drivers are trying to maneuver around other cars by any means necessary, taking short cuts or trying to wedge themselves into cramped spaces, horns blaring. Offering to take Sukuna to run his errands you now found yourself stuck bumper to bumper with rapper Mozzy playing in the background. You pressed on the gas inching forward a little when a tan colored mini coup cut you off, making you slam on your brakes and begin to fervently press your horn. Rolling down your window you yell out, "Don't know how to fucking signal asshole?! Use your fucking eyes next time!" You swerve into the left lane where you manage to pass the mini coup flipping the driver off in the process. Stunned Sukuna bellows out, "Remind me to never drive in front of you."

"Oh so you were thinking 'bout leaving huh? Because if you are I swear to god I will drive this car into incoming traffic and we both gon' be goners, how 'bout that?"

"Jesus chirst woman where did you even get that logic?! You're insane!"

"Okay and? You love my insane ass." Smirking he clasps your thigh squeezing it in agreement. "Damn straight I do."

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[asena-graywolf]

Somnophilia

It was a hot summer night. You went to bed early because you had a stressful day. You came home so tired from work that you drank a glass of milk and threw yourself into bed without even having a chance to eat.

You slept with your head on the pillow. You needed sleep so badly that you could sleep uninterruptedly until the morning.

Unfortunately, a bad surprise from your husband woke you up from your sweet slumber.

Since the temperature exceeded 20 degrees even at night, you slept in an oversized T-shirt and only underwear underneath.

Kuro approached you from behind and took off your underwear while you were asleep. He checked with his fingers that your pussy was wet. Even in your sleep, you were always wet for him.

His palms gripped both of your hips, pulling down his shorts and pulling his hardened cock out of his boxer

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you sweetie" she whispered in his ear

Gently holding your waist, he straightens you to lift your hips a little more towards him.

He massaged his hardening cock and before long he shoved his huge cock into your tight cunt

The warmth, humidity, and wetness of your vagina drove him crazy when he got inside you.

“Ahhh! Y/n…” he muttered

Feeling the presence of a huge dick inside you instantly woke you up from your deep sleep.

You lifted your head off the pillow and jumped

“Huh? Kuro? What are you doing?" you said in a hurry

“Y/n, please baby. I need you so much. Help me"

"So you dare to fuck me in my sleep, at my most vulnerable"

"I am sorry. I needed it so badly, I couldn't stand it"

"Then fuck me hard"

You lifted your hips towards him and embed your head back into the pillow. As soon as you lifted your hips, you got slapped on the ass and Kuro suddenly started to fuck you at ferrari speed like a car on the gas pedal

The pillow you buried your face in suppressed your moans. Your muffled groans delighted Kuro. You discovered a different side of being fucked by your husband without being able to sober properly.

"Ah! Kuro fuck me!”

"How willing you are, ma'am"

You got another smack on the hip. Kuro continued to ebb and flow without a moment's hesitation.

Kuro's monstrous cock was widening your narrow cunt

“I have to widen your narrow pussy a little more, honey. Maybe I'll leave a baby there"

You were not yet in a position to welcome the idea of ​​a baby. Because you were just married. It hasn't even been a year since we got married.

“Ahh! Are you hungry? Don't worry. I will fill you with my semen, my beautiful wife. I'm about to cum"

“Cum now darling! into me”

“Shall I cum inside?” he made fun of you

“Cum inside me, Kuro!!”

You almost screamed and Kuro just shoved his whole dick in your cunt and stuffed all his hot semen into your womb.

He smacked your ass one last time as he was coming out of you and pulled away from you.

He cleaned himself and put his shorts back on.

You lower your hips and lie face down again. Your back ached from bending over. Had the same pain in your knees and legs

You were both out of breath. Kuro lay on your back, resting his head between your two shoulder blades. He tugs at the collar of your shirt and leaves gentle kisses on your back and neck.

“I know it was short, but do you think I was good enough?”

"Is it good? Just don't try well. You were great. Maybe you even left a baby inside me"

He got up from your back and reached for the empty space next to you. He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

“If I did as you said, I will be proud that you carry a piece of me in you”

[meitantei-lavi]

why hello there again darlings, it’s ya boi once again with another commissions post. 

so here’s the sitch: because rent in colorado is SO fucking expensive and i have bills and such to pay, i have about $800 to my name atm. while i’m looking to pick up some overtime at work and even doing some more drag shows in the near future, i’d like to make sure i’ll be able to eat and feed the cat. fortunately, my grandma is offering to fix my computer (YAY), so i’ll be able to do digital commissions once again. i’m hoping to get my computer battery fixed on or before August 26, so if you’d like to commission me for a digital piece, i’ll send you a traditional sketchy draft sometime before the 26th.

here’s some recycled info from one of my previous comms posts: 

here is my art tag, and here is my p*ypal. if you prefer v*nmo, please message me for my username.

pricing and rules:

prices will continue to depend on time and medium, but expect the base price for most pieces to be around $115. as always, i am willing to negotiate pricing so long as it’s reasonable

i will only start a piece after i have confirmed payment through p*ypal or v*nmo. please tell me the best email to use for invoicing and i will send you an invoice (through p*ypal) with the price we discuss

although they aren’t included in the examples above, i am also taking commissions for D&D miniatures. my goal is to buy a light box for photography so i can better advertise them. the base price for a standard 28mm mini is $50. if you’re interested, please message me for details

additional info:

stuff I’ll draw: Oc’s (references/descriptions please!) D&D characters (same as above!) Mild blood LGBTQ+ stuff Furry stuff

stuff I won’t draw: R-18 Gore/excessive violence Mechs (i have no patience for it) P*dophilia. Fuck off with that

COMMISSION SLOTS:

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[sakusasbunny]

𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬.

this fic is inspired by the amazing artwork of @xzatanna !! this is also in collaboration w @ali-seu and @azo-musxas who made fics for kita and oikawa so go check it out <3

collab m.list

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

cw: dub/non-con, degradation, dacryphilia, face-fucking, 

wc: ~3.6 k

a/n: maybe a p. 2 of the aftermath of the race against seijoh and inarizaki >:))

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The crowd started to surround Kuroo’s car as he drifted to a stop, leaving tire marks on the concrete floor of the parking garage. Roaring chants of his name echoed through the streets as the mob cheered Kuroo for yet another win. His spiked black hair peeked out as he opened the car door and made his way out. You wanted nothing more than to slap the shit-eating grin on his face as the adoring crowd rushed around him. The jackass had ruined the hours of work you'd poured into your car, and it hadn't even been five fucking minutes.

Scoffing, you pushed yourself off of the hood of your car, squeezing past the swarm of sweaty bodies, “Hey. What the fuck, Kuroo.”

He smirked as soon as he saw your approaching figure. Closing his car door, he walked to the front and clasped the headlights, swinging his hips onto the hood of the car. Metal rings clicked against the polished surface as he leaned back on his hands, cocking his head towards your pissed expression.

 “What’s the matter, darlin’?” He shamelessly eyed your body as you walked up, his tongue playing with his silver lip piercing, “You’re not gonna congratulate me? I won ‘cause of your car, you know.”

“Congratulate you? For what, wrecking my fucking car?” 

You stood directly in front of him now, so close that you felt his breath fan your face as he let out a low chuckle.

“That’s just the price of winning, I don’t see anything wrong with that.” Curling a finger around your belt loop, he yanked you forward, grinning as you stumbled in between his open legs

“Besides…” The hand previously on your belt loop trailed up to your waist. “That’s more money coming in your pocket, right?” He whispered, lips grazing your ear. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks and your face flushed, suddenly hyper aware of the murmuring crowd watching the scene unfold.

You watched Kuroo as he reached out for one of the members of the Nekoma Crew to hand him a portion of his winnings. Turning his head back towards you, he made a show of counting the gleaming cash

“‘S all in here, sweetheart.” he said, holding the wad of cash in between his fingers.

You made a move to grab it but he pulled his hand away. Kuroo grinned at the annoyance crinkling your features. His hand slid around your waist reaching for your back pocket, placing the money inside but not before giving your ass a slight squeeze. You jumped and instinctively hit him on the chest. As mad and as embarrassed as you were, you couldn’t help but notice how hard his chest felt underneath your palm. Chastising yourself at the thought, you tried to pull yourself away from him to make your leave. However, his hand kept you in place against his chest, gripping even harder.

“Kuroo. Let me go.” An amused look graced his annoyingly handsome face, the neon lights only highlighting his features.

“Don’t get all embarrassed now, darling, come on,” His nails dug into your wrists, the same one you used to hit him with, “You don’t like people watching?” He looked to the crowd, rousing a laugh.

“I got what I came for, Drift King.” You had to look up at him to even meet his eyes but you held your ground. “Don’t bother dropping off the car at my shop. You can find someone else to fix it.”

With that, he let your hand go with an uncharacteristic look of seriousness on his face as he stared you down. You cowered from his intense glare as you let out a stuttering breath, backing away to head for the comfort of your car.

Opening your car door, you ducked your head and sat down on the plush leather seats. An exasperated sigh left your lips as you leaned your head on the wheel. The slick growing in between your legs dripped down, soaking your panties. You squeezed your thighs together to get even a little bit of relief, the friction already making you whimper.

As much as you felt contempt for the arrogant racer, you couldn’t ignore the way your pussy clenched as he took his domineering tone with you. All you could think about was the look he had on his face as you told him off. The usual smug look on his face was replaced with hard, piercing eyes and a scowl. Your breath grew heavy as you recalled his intimidating gaze on you, following your figure even as you took your leave. Fuck. You hadn’t noticed the way your hips started to buck against the seat and the soft moans that had slipped out of your mouth.You had almost forgotten where you were. 

Thank God for tinted car windows. 

Huffing in annoyance, you started your car and pulled out of the parking garage. The neon lights of the city passed you by in a blur as you sped through the streets of Tokyo, trying to make it back to your shop as quickly as possible. The revving of your car engine didn’t make your situation any better as you felt the vibrations on your cunt. The soft purring sensation tickled your exposed legs and drew goosebumps onto your thigh. 

Your foot pressed harder on the gas as you raced to get home cutting off multiple cars and hearing horns honk in the distance. 

As you approached the front of your shop, you noticed a light glowing beneath the garage door. Had you left it open? You were sure you had locked up just before you left to watch the race. You slowly made your way towards the front door and unlocked it. A pit formed in your stomach afraid of what might greet you on the other side. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you prepared to open the door as you positioned your keys in between your fingers to make a make-shift weapon.

Pushing the door slightly open, you poked your head through. You didn’t notice anything else strange in the hallway leading to your garage. Taking a breath of relief, you relaxed your tense shoulders. It was just an oversight on your part.

 You made your way past the dark hallway and entered your garage. Immediately, you took notice of the busted up Mustang Fastback, your Mustang Fastback. It’s red paint was tattered where the car was dented. You slammed your keys on the table by the door and closed your eyes in frustration.

“K-”

A hand grabbed you by the back of the neck and slammed you on the wall. You groaned as your head throbbed from the impact. 

“You asshole. What the fuck is wrong with you?” You struggled to free yourself from him but his hard chest pinned you to the wall. You couldn't even turn your head to look behind you as his hand gripped the back of your neck.

“What’s wrong with me? Hmm? My favorite mechanic just dumped me in front of everyone without fixing her car. What, you don’t want it back?

He pressed against you ever harder now, putting all of his weight on you. Kuroo’s hot breath fanned on your neck as he leaned his forehead against your temple.

“K-keep it.” You struggled speaking as your cheek scraped the wall.

“Nah, darlin’,” He whispered, you felt the cold metal of his lip ring graze your ear, “I’d rather keep you.”

“Oh, like you fucking own me?” You spat, thrashing against his hold in an attempt to free yourself.

“Of course, I do, sweetheart.” You felt the rumble reverberate in his chest as he laughed.

“You feel that, hm?” He dug his fingers in your hips as he grinded against your back. You could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans, “Fuck, darlin’, this is all because of that lil’ stunt you pulled,” He pressed even harder.

“P-please, Kuroo, don’t-” Tears started to prick your eyes and you clawed at the wall in a futile attempt to get away from him.

“C’mon, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet,” He chuckled. 

Kuroo loosened his grip on you as he flipped you over, once again shoving you into the wall. He cupped your cheek and gestured you to look at him, “Get on your knees, darlin’”

Staring at him, eyes wide, you were speechless at his request.

Kuroo slammed a fist on the wall right next to your head, making you jump. Clenching your eyes shut, the tears rolled down your face as you whimpered.

“Are you that fucking stupid that you can’t follow a god damn order?” The hand that cupped your cheek brushed the stray tears away from your face. It was almost soothing, the way his thumb rubbed soft circles on your cheek. You leaned into his touch. 

“I’m not asking. Get on your knees.” You made a move to kneel down on the floor as he backed away and gave you space. You could’ve made a run for it, you should have made a run for it, but his intimidating gaze kept you cemented. Looking up at him, you awaited his next command. 

He smirked, looking down at your tear-stained face, “You know what to do, darlin’” 

Hesitating, you made quick work of his belt. As you pulled his pants down, along with his underwear, he cock sprang out, freed from its confines.

You stared at it dumbly.

“Well? The fuck are you waiting for? Suck.” He said as he palmed the back of your head and encouraged you to put your mouth on him.

Kuroo hissed as you placed a hand at the base of his cock and gave it a slight squeeze. Moving yourself towards his cock, you started giving his head tiny kitten licks before placing the tip on your mouth and sucking.

Bobbing your head up and down, you started at a slow pace taking him in deeper in your mouth each time. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you took care off with your hands, pumping his base. However, this was not enough for him as he used his fingers to grip at your hair, keeping you steady.

He bucked his hips particularly hard and you choked, gagging around him. Kuroo only moaned in pleasure as your throat constricted even tighter around his shaft. Nails clawed at his thigh, and you tapped him twice signaling you were at your limit. As he let you go, you took desperate breaths of fresh air, and leaned forward with both your hands on the floor. 

“You fucking asshole. I hate you…” You whispered meekly.

You thought you had said quietly enough that he couldn’t hear you but his large hand took hold of your hair and yanked you back, forcing you to make eye contact. 

“You hate me?” Whimpering at his grip on your hair, you could only shake your head ‘no’, “Well don’t change your mind now, sweetheart.”

Letting your hair go, he bent down, and scooped you up from the floor. He hooked your legs around his hips, and placed his hands, slightly slipping into your shorts, on your ass. Instinctively, your arms tightened around him, burying your head in his neck.

His chest let out another deep rumble, chuckling at your reaction. Kuroo started walking, taking you with him. Making it to his destination, he placed you down on a cool, uneven, metal surface and it only took you a second to guess that it was your car. You removed your hand from his neck and placed them on the jagged exterior of the car unsure of what to do. Clenching your fists, you cowered at his icy stare. 

You felt his cat-like eyes move across your body, surveying the sight in front of him.

“If you hate me so much then what the hell is this?” You made an attempt to clamp your legs as he ran a finger across your clothed slit, visibly wet with your arousal. However, his legs, in between your own, kept you from closing them.

It was only then you realized how uncomfortably wet you’d gotten. His finger, repeating the same movements over and over, only spurred you on even more. Biting your cheeks to hold in your moans, your legs trembled against his own. 

Kuroo stopped his movements on your clit and a whimper slipped out at the loss of friction, “If you want me to continue…” He brought his hands to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his smoldering stare. His usual hazel eyes appeared dark and predatory as he studied you with unwavering attention, “Give me a kiss.”

“I-” 

“Come on, darlin’, give me a kiss.” 

Letting out a breath, you leaned into his face. Hesitation was apparent in your movements as you gave him a chaste peck on the lips.

“You can do better than that. Try again.” A hand found itself on your thigh and he squeezed at the soft flesh prompting a sharp inhale.

You leaned in once again, eyes fluttering shut as your lips met his own. Interlocking in an exchange of saliva as you parted your lips, inviting his prodding tongue. Clutching on to his shirt, you effectively deepened the kiss as you pushed him closer. Soft exhales could be heard in quick attempts to catch your breath at the intensity of his kiss. 

He pulled away, only a trail of saliva connected your swollen lips.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” A wave of embarrassment washed over you at his condescending tone, “And now you get a reward.”

His large hands pushed you down until you were laying on the hood of the car. Staring at the ceiling, you breathed heavily, knowing what was to come. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying this as much as you were, but you couldn’t keep your walls from clenching around nothing at the feeling of his hot breath on the junction of your thighs. 

“Mmm… Fuck.” You heard him curse through clenched teeth as he buried his nose in your clothed pussy. His eyes stared at your writhing body from his position on the floor. Your back arched slowly as a slew of moans filtered from your soft lips.

Leisurely, Kuroo peeled the shorts off from your legs, savoring every moment. The black lingerie adoring your pussy was soaked through completely, some even dripping down on your thigh. 

He trailed kisses up your leg, leaving hickeys in his wake. The sensation of his wet lips leading to your wanton pussy only made you buck your hips in search of more friction. 

“Patience, darlin’” Kuroo reminded you as he gripped the legs hooked over his shoulder, and kept you from moving.

His tantalizing fingers ran across the hem of your underwear, pushing the thin material aside. The cool air of the garage hit your exposed cunt and he watched in awe as it trembled before him. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” He said, astonished at your glistening pussy.

A moan tore through your throat as Kuroo delved into your pussy without warning. Hands found themselves roaming through his spiky hair and you pushed him closer against you reveling in his long awaited touches.

His tongue lapped up your folds, collecting the slick that had accumulated and circling it around your clit. Jolts of pleasure shocked your body as Kuroo continued playing with the small bundle of nerves. One of his hands found its way at your entrance, prodding at the quivering hole.

“H-hahhh… Please Kuroo, I can’t-” You bucked your hips again, encouraging his finger to move.

You didn’t receive a response but his pointer finger plunged in your pussy, and curled as he tried to locate your g-spot. The meticulous movements of his finger made it easy for him to find the spongy spot inside you, taking the loud cry that escaped your lips as a signal that he had found it.

As Kuroo loosened the walls of your pussy with his finger, his mouth continued its work, lips closing around your clit and sucking hard.

He added another finger and you couldn’t help the way your hips thrashed at the sensation of being full, “Fuck, I-I’m so close,” You moaned for him as he repeated his movements. The knot in your stomach tightened, and tightened, until finally it snapped. White, hot pleasure blinded you and you screwed your eyes shut. The strained moan you let out echoed in your massive garage, hips continuing to buck into Kuroo’s mouth.

He slowed his movements, working you through your orgasm. The wails of his name slipping out your mouth kept ringing in his ears, the strain in his jeans only growing tighter. 

As you calmed down from your high, your legs trembled against his shoulders. You watched him get up from the floor, your cum that coated his mouth and chin reflected the harsh light of the garage. 

Kuroo smirked at the state your body was currently in, taking in the way your legs continued to quiver and shake. He grabbed your arm and pulled your limp body up, no longer having the strength to struggle against him. You leaned your head on his chest, tired due to the dizzying aftermath of your orgasm. The only thing you could pay attention to was the rhythmic rise and fall of Kuroo’s chest as he breathed. It was enough to lull you into a deep sleep, you even felt your eyes growing heavy.

However, the sharp pain you felt as Kuroo began piercing the head of his thick cock in your hole jolted you awake. 

You clawed at his chest, wincing at the pain, “W-wait Kuroo, I can’t. I just ca-”

He slams you against the hood of your car, you were sure it was hard enough to cause another dent.

“What, you get to cum but I don’t, huh?” He slammed his hips against yours giving you no time to adjust before he pulled out and repeated the movement. You could only scream in pain. Even after he stretched you with his fingers and after all the slick that you had accumulated throughout the night, you still couldn’t take all of him.

 “You’re gonna take my cock, whether you like it or not, slut” He whispered in your ear.

Slowly, he rocked hips into yours going deeper with each thrust. Your throat grew hoarse from crying out at the pain, tears spilling from your eyes. Drool trickled from the corner of your lips as your tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Propelling his body forward, he leaned all of his weight against you as he bottomed out. You groaned in ecstasy, or was it discomfort you had felt?

No longer did you have control of your body as the pain faded into pleasure.

Kuroo grunted as your velvety walls sucked him in. He’d been waiting to fuck you for so long, often having been the subject of his imagination as he rutted his cock into his fist. But this was real, even better than he could have imagined. The pulsing walls clenching around him were so tight that it was almost hard to move. 

A cacophony of obscene sounds reverberated throughout  the room as you had both been lost in your own pleasure. The angle he was pistoning his cock continued to ram against the most pleasurable spots inside of you, making you flutter around him. You were approaching your high again. The both of you were. 

“H-hahh~ Fuck, fuck, fuck. ‘M so close!” You squeezed your eyes shut, and arched your back.

“Yeah, darlin’?” He said through his own heavy pants. Only slowing down a little bit, he shoved his thumb in your mouth. Too eagerly, you sucked on it, twirling your tongue around his thumb. When Kuroo decided that it was wet enough, he slipped it out your mouth and began rubbing your clit.

“God~” Your pussy clenched around him and you dug your nails in his forearm. Pleasure shot through you as you creamed on his cock, gripping your walls tighter around him.

Kuroo chased his own orgasm he continued to slam into you, movements becoming erratic. He was unrelenting as he brutally fucked your abused cunt. 

He let out a deep growl that rumbled in his chest, “‘M gonna cum so fucking deep inside ya, darlin’,” Gripping your waist, he bucked his hips one last time, kissing your cervix, as he spilled his heavy load inside you. 

Both of your breaths could be heard as you panted heavily. He pulled out of your pussy and you could feel the viscous liquid dribble out of your hole and onto the car. 

Your vision blurred as you were teetering on the verge of unconsciousness. The last thing you remember before everything went dark was Kuroo leaning over you waving a thick wad of cash in your face, all hundred dollar bills from what you could make out. He slipped it in the thin band of your lingerie.

“This should make up for all of the damages to your car,” He whispered in your ear, “I’ll need it again for the race against Seijoh and Inarizaki in a couple days, so make sure you have it fixed.”

“Oh and remember,” You could only stare at him with glassy eyes, as he said his parting words, “I own you, whore.”

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But professor… - c.7

Summary: Penny discovers something

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of sex

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It’s February now and I officially quit school. Never in a million years did I think that I would be good enough for it anyway and when I went back after Christmas break, I realized I wasn’t in the right place at all. Ever since I dropped out, I have been looking into cosmetology school and how to tell my parents about this sudden change.

Walter is getting ready to teach for today and is going to drop me off at the mall, because I need to buy a few things. Since I have yet to move out of the dorm, I need at least some boxes and just some other items.

‘Princess, you look absolutely gorgeous,’ Walter says, patting my butt through my jeans.

I squeal, before turning around, slapping him across his chest. ‘Don’t do that,’ I laugh.

‘Why not?’ He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up. ‘You’ve got a cute butt.’

After I triple checked if I have everything, the two of us leave his loft and walk downstairs towards the garage, his hand securely wrapped around mine. Like usual, he opens the door for me and kisses me the second he got in his truck as well. It’s becoming a thing now and it’s weird if he doesn’t do it.

Walter holds my hand as he drives towards the mall. ‘Princess, how about you and I get you moved in the middle of the night? So I can help you carry some boxes.’

‘I can ask someone to help me,’ I say. ‘Maybe just call someone from one of those services. Please, I don’t want to risk running into someone I might possibly know.’ When I notice he isn’t liking it, I say: ‘Please, Walter, don’t sweat it. I can move out myself.’

‘I know, I know,’ he grumbles. ‘It’s just that I want to help you out.’ He presses a kiss on my hand and leans back in his seat. ‘You look beautiful.’

‘Do you need to tell me that every opportunity you get?’

‘Yes,’ he simply says. ‘Come on, princess, scoot a little closer.’

It’s been a few weeks since he got the truck fixed, so I could sit closer to him. I unbuckle myself, before sliding over to his side. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I close my eyes after I strapped myself into the seatbelt. ‘You’re so needy,’ I chuckle.

‘I’m not needy, I just love you. Need you as close as possible, darling.’

His arm feels heavy on my shoulders and when we’re close to the mall, I say: ‘Do you need anything?’

‘Maybe some snacks, but I’ll leave that up to you.’ He gives me a long kiss, before I get out of the truck.

‘I love you,’ I say.

‘I love you too, princess. Text me when you’re back at the loft, okay?’

‘Will do.’

✎ ✎ ✎

Shopping was nice, until I had to throw up. That never happened to me before. I think in my entire life I have vomited only once, until today. I stare at the stomach contents that are floating in the toilet. I can’t think of eating anything that has made this nauseous I need to puke.

Why would anyone vomit? The only reasons I can imagine is food poisoning, a stomach bug or being pregna—

Oh.

Could it be?

I flush the toilet and with the moving boxes that I have yet to fold into boxes, I walk through the shopping mall to the drugstore. I ask the woman behind the registry if I can have a pregnancy test and she simply nods. I don’t know what I was expecting (maybe the woman first completing a three hour interview before handing me a test, I don’t know), but after I paid for it and hid it in my purse, I walk out of the mall.

What if I’m pregnant? I mean, yes, I did skip a period, but that is not new to me. I mean, I’ve been pretty regular all my life, minus a few times. Normally me skipping a period didn’t make me suspect anything, since I wasn’t having sex, nor was I the next virgin Mary, but now…

Walter and I have been having sex quite a lot. I mean, it’s always with a condom of course, but even those are not one hundred percent effective.

I might be naive from time to time, but I’m not that stupid to unrealistic about the effectiveness of condoms.

The bus ride back to the loft couldn’t be any longer and when I finally arrive at Walter’s place (soon to be ours), I quickly text him I’m home, before hiding into the bathroom. Buying one was weird, peeing on a stick is weirder.

As I wait for the two minutes to pass by, I think about what to do. Would I have a baby at this age? I mean, I’ve always wanted kids and maybe now is a good time? Okay, no, it’s not absolutely ideal (the timing couldn’t have been more off), but… I’m not in school right now and—

Oh no, that’s just me being selfish and only thinking about my situation. I haven’t even thought about Walter yet. We never spoke about having kids, because I don’t think you are supposed to do that this early on in your relationship.

Right?

Oh my goodness, this is too much for me to think about. Let’s just wait until I see what the test says. I mean, there is a possibility I’m not pregnant and just a little bit late with my period and caught a stomach bug. Why think about all sorts of scenarios when there is a chance that it’s not applicable to me.

I grab the test and discover it has two strips. After a quick examination of the box I discover that…

I’m pregnant.

✎ ✎ ✎

Six hours. Six hours have passed by since I took the first test. In that time, I went back to the drugstore, to buy another one and peed on that one as well. They say there is no such thing as a false positive, but I’d rather be too sure.

And that one was also positive.

So naturally I spend my time wisely until Walter came home. I’ve been pacing through the loft, looked online how to tell your partner that you are pregnant and I ate some watermelon.

Walter walks in with a deep frown between his brows, but that disappears when he sees me. ‘Princess,’ he says, ‘you have no idea how much I missed you.’ He sits next to me on the couch and gives me a kiss. The frown appears again when he takes in my expressions. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I’ve got something to tell you.’

He nods. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes, it’s just that… I don’t know. It’s kinda huge.’

He places his arm on the backrest, while his other hand takes mine. ‘Tell me, princess.’

Don’t beat around the bush, just tell him. ‘I’m pregnant, Walter.’

If it were possible, I’d suspect someone pressed on pause, because Walter completely froze. He tries to find some words for it, however nothing seems to leave his lips. I mean, what am I expecting from him? I’m trying to figure out whether or not I should be happy or scared.

‘Oh,’ he finally says. ‘And you’re planning to keep the baby or not?’

I nod. ‘I do and I understand that it’s too soon for us and that you won’t want to stay. I really understand that, Walter. I’m so sorry.’

Walter scoffs and actually looks super offended. ‘I do not understand why you think I wouldn’t stay, because I’m going to be right by your side, every step of the way.’ He squeezes in my hand and says: ‘You will never get rid of me that easily, princess.’

I let out a nervous chuckle, realizing how stupid it was of me to actually think he wouldn’t stay. I mean, we’re talking about Walter here. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say, ‘for just assuming. It’s just that my brain is working overtime. I might be a little scared.’

He nods. ‘I understand. It’s quite a lot, but let’s think about one thing first, okay?’ His lips curl up into a smile and says: ‘We’re going to be parents.’

When someone else says it, it’s even more meaningful. My eyes fill with tears as realization hit that I am indeed gonna be a mom and that Walter is staying, thus becoming a dad.

Walter pulls me closer and gives me a kiss on my forehead. ‘Princess, it’s okay.’

‘I know, but it’s so scary. So much is gonna change.’

He nods. ‘Nothing we can’t handle though.’ He pulls me on his lap and gives me another peck, this time on my lips. ‘Now we really need to get you out of that dorm. This weekend I’ll make sure someone is gonna help you with moving and you’re gonna stay right here with me.’

I smile. ‘I can’t wait.’

‘And,’ he says, ‘do you really want to go to cosmetology school now? We can always arrange something when the baby is here.’

‘I kinda want to focus on the pregnancy first, since I have no idea what to expect.’

‘Alright,’ he says, ‘then we’ll wait with that.’ He places his hand on my flat stomach and says: ‘Oh shit, Penny, I’m gonna be a dad.’

I can’t help but squeal when I think about it a while longer. ‘And I’m gonna be a mom.’

✎ ✎ ✎

It’s only obvious that we have to tell my parents. After I had my first scan, I realize that I really shouldn’t push the matter and just tell them, especially because the baby is healthy and I’m out of my first trimester at fifteen weeks of pregnancy. Besides, I also officially live with Walter and those nerves are slowly becoming less and less prevalent.

My bump is minuscule, but that doesn’t stop Walter from continuously placing his hands on it when he can. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, his hands are always on my stomach, but that’s okay. It’s sweet to see the demeanor of the detective change from someone who always has a figurative thunderstorm hanging above his head, to someone with childlike happiness.

We’re driving to Maryland now and we’ve been on the road for a mere forty-five minutes, when I say: ‘I have to pee.’

Walter starts to laugh loudly. ‘Again? Princess, you went three times back at home.’

Home. That shouldn’t make me giggly, but sure does. ‘I know, but I have to go again.’

‘Lucky you there’s a gas station right here.’ He gets off the road and parks his car. ‘Want something to eat, princess?’

‘Some orange juice, chips and chocolate.’

He simply nods and tells me to stay put. As usual, he opens the door for me. He was already very chivalrous when we just started dating, but pregnancy has multiplied it by a hundred. He securely places his hand on the small of my back and like the true detective he is, he checks everything and everyone in the gas station, before he says: ‘I’ll be right here, princess.’

I squeeze his hand, a silent thank you, before walking off to the restrooms to pee. After I washed and dried my hands, I exit the restrooms, to see Walter is already waiting for me, with all the snacks I wanted and even some more.

It’s nice to know that he still loves me a lot, even after we spend so many weeks together.

Once we’re back in the car, I let out a deep sigh.

‘Princess, you okay?’

‘Yeah, I’m good. Just tired.’

‘Why don’t you sleep?’ he suggests. ‘I’ll let you know once we’re close.’

I groan. ‘No, because that is so boring and I’ve been boring for so many weeks now.’

He scoffs. ‘You’re not boring, you’re pregnant. You’re allowed to be tired, princess and please just catch up on some sleep now.’

I hold his hand in mine, as I close my eyes and drift off to a light sleep. Walter doesn’t need to wake me up, because after an hour or so my eyes flutter open and I smile. ‘We’re almost there?’

‘Maybe an hour?’

I grab some of the snacks and feed Walter, as he continues to watch the road. I once saw how he drove, because we were video calling then. It was fast, hasty and in my opinion not very safe. When he drives with me, he doesn’t ignore the speed limits and is very very safe.

Imagine if there’s a child in the back, I bet he’ll drive just as safe, if not safer.

He places his hand on my stomach and says: ‘I’m not gonna lie, but I’m kinda nervous to meet your parents.’

‘You are?’ I ask. I thought nervous wasn’t in his dictionary. ‘Why?’

‘I don’t know, it’s just nerve wracking. Not only have I never met them, but I also got you pregnant. That usually doesn’t do well.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t worry,’ I say. ‘My parents are very open minded. Besides, my mom and I used to watch Sixteen and Pregnant and she always said that despite not having to worry about that since I lived like a nun back then, she’d love a grandchild. So, I think we’re good. Also, my dad is probably a little scared of you. He is not that tall.’

Walter chuckles. ‘Well, maybe this’ll go well.’

‘It’ll go splendid, Walter,’ I say, ‘really. If my parents see how well you take care of me, then there is nothing to worry about.’ I place my hand on his and whisper: ‘They’ll love you.’

He smiles. ‘Good. Alright, let me get this straight one last time: we met at a coffee place, right?’

‘Correct,’ I chuckle.

The last part of the drive goes by fast and before we get out of the truck, I put on a sweater to hide the little bump. Walter unbuckles himself and his hand slips underneath the thick fabric, placing it on my tiny bump. He leans forward to press a kiss on it and says: ‘I can do this forever. I might have to quit my job, so I can do this whenever I want.’

I roll my eyes. He has been taking this dad thing so serious and while sometimes it’s very cheesy, I love him for it. Really, I couldn’t have asked for a better man to start having a family with. Is it pretty short notice, being only together a little over four months? Yes, of course, but that’s okay. I feel like the two of us can actually handle it. ‘We should go.’

We get out of the car and when we walk up to the door (Walter holding our luggage, since my mom insisted we stayed in the house I grew up in) my parents open the it and mom runs up to me.

‘Oh, honey, there you are!’ She gives me a hug and I hold back a little, so she won’t feel my bump against her body. I give my dad a hug as well and they look both hopeful and a little nervous when they see Walter.

‘Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend Walter. Walter, these are my parents, Lance and CC.’

Walter is polite, a role that fits him so well, yet I barely see it. He is always so sweet and kind to me, so grumpy and annoyed when it comes to my classmates and so neutral when it’s others. Now it changes a bit. He smiles, he shakes my parents’ hands and from the look of their faces, he isn’t over squeezing it (I actually had to tell him that). ‘Nice to meet you,’ Walter says. ‘You have a lovely looking home.’

‘Oh, aren’t you a dear.’ Mom ushers us to come inside and Walter places his hand on my back, as we follow them inside. I give him a little nod, a sign that it is all going well.

And, it actually goes really well. My parents are in love with Walter and he is slowly warming up to them, eventually even cracking some jokes. We talked about how the two of us “met”, what Walter does for a living (currently he is working at the police department in New York and not as professor at NYU) and a little bit about my parents’ work. Of course, the subject school came up once or twice, but I kinda chickened out telling them I actually quit.

I clear my throat and say: ‘I actually have some news.’

Walter finds my hand underneath the table and gives me a reassuring squeeze.

‘What is it, honey?’ mom asks.

I look at Walter, whose eyes say it all: I’m ready when you are. ‘Well,’ I whisper, ‘I… I’m pregnant.’

Oh no, they’re silent. Oh my gosh, how are they going to react? I bet they’re mad. Oh, shit, my dad is clenching his jaw. They are totally mad.

‘Are you serious?’ my mom asks, blinking a few times.

I nod. ‘Fifteen weeks.’

‘Oh my goodness,’ mom says. ‘Honey, that is amazing. I am so happy for you.’ She stands up from the table and walks over to me. I give her a hug and she whispers: ‘You’ll be a fantastic mom.’ She pulls back and squeals something about becoming a grandmother. She places her hand on my stomach. ‘Oh my, a little bump. Honey, this’ll go fantastic. I am sure you and Walter will become magnificent parents. That reminds me, Walter, give me a hug. You’re officially part of the family, now. Congratulations, sweetheart.’

Walter stands up and gives my mom a tight hug. Dad walks up to me and holds my face in his hands. ‘You’re gonna be an amazing mother,’ he says.

‘You think so?’

‘I don’t think so, I know so.’ He gives me a kiss on my forehead and says: ‘Is this also a right moment to tell me you quit school?’

My eyes enlarge. ‘How did you know?’

‘You can maybe fool your mom, but you can never fool me, sweetheart. You know, you focus on your pregnancy now. You can always go back to school.’

I let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully he is pretty cool about me just quitting. We’ll talk about eventually going to cosmetology school a little bit later on. ‘I love you, dad.’

‘I love you too.’

✎ ✎ ✎

That night, Walter and I are in my old room, squeezed in my two person bed (that is a little slimmer than the one back in the loft) and we reminisce about the evening. It went more than splendid, even when my mom forced me to take off my sweater so she could see the bump. She called at least ten friends to tell them she is gonna be a grandmother and that the child will be gorgeous and lovely, though they have yet to be born.

Walter turns to his side so he can look at me and says: ‘Okay, I have a proposition,’ he says, ‘and I want your honest opinion.’

‘Okay.’

‘How about, you and I move to Maryland?’

Is he serious? ‘Really?’

‘Really. I could see how happy your parents were with the pregnancy and maybe… Maybe they’d like it if you would be closer to them. Besides, I can arrange something and work in Maryland. It’s not like I’m bounded to New York. For that matter, I actually really want to leave that place, because if I see that slimy ass Fitzgerald one more time…’

While I start to laugh because of his personal vendetta against Fitzgerald, my hormones are also all over the place, because I bawl my eyes out only a second later.

‘Princess, don’t cry. This is good news.’ He presses kisses on my temple and cheek, kissing my tears away. ‘But I’ll take that as a yes?’

I nod. ‘I would love that, Walter. Thank you.’

[shyvioletcat]

this prompt seems made for fireman whitethorn and aelin: “Sitting on the doorstep in the cold, waiting for their S/O to come home from working on christmas day (emergency services?) and hugging them for so long whilst whispering ‘merry christmas’ into their neck and kissing any inch of skin they can reach.” 😭❤️

Here it is! The last one, getting it in on the last day of December with day 5 of the Rowaelin Holiday Celebration. And it’s another baby’s first Christmas thing but I’m not even mad about it. I hope you’ve all had an enjoyable holiday season, considering everything. Thanks for reading guys, sending hugs to everyone. Striking Matches Masterlist

~~~~~

Aelin sat on the swinging bench on the front porch of her home. It was bitingly cold, almost freezing, to try and keep it out she rearranged her fluffy scarf and hugged her mug of hot chocolate tighter. If she were sensible, she would be inside in front of the gas fireplace or even better in bed. But instead she was outside in the cold, waiting for her husband to get home.

Rowan was coming off a night shift and she was waiting for him, too excited and desperate to see him to do anything else. They had been stressing that his roster would have him working for the entirety of Yulemas Day and they were both heartbroken at the prospect. This Yulemas was not just the first in their new home, but it was also their first as a family of three. So when the roster had arrived, showing that his team would be on the night shift during the holidays, Aelin had just about jumped for joy. She had a sneaking suspicion that Lorcan may have had a hand in Yulemas miracle so his present had been particularly good this year as a very heartfelt thank you. Aelin sighed, the cold air biting at her lungs, holding her mug in one hand she reached down for the baby monitor that sat on the bench beside her and held it up to her ear. The only sound she heard was the hum of the feedback, Elspeth was still asleep.

It was then she heard an all too familiar vehicle approaching and Aelin put everything down, her face splitting into an unstoppable grin. Rowan pulled into the driveway and parked his truck, Aelin could see his smile through the window and the shaking of his head. Her knee began to bounce with excitement as Rowan got out of the car and she didn’t let him get much further before she was up and bounding down the steps, throwing herself into her husband’s waiting arms. She felt him breathe her in, his face burying in the scarf around her neck. Then he was kissing her, anywhere her skin was the least bit exposed. That set her giggling as his lips tickled her cheeks, her nose, her earlobe that peeked out beneath her beanie.

“Happy Yulemas,” Aelin whispered into his neck.

Rowan finally pulled back then. “Happy Yulemas, Aelin.” Then he kissed her lips. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing, love.”

Rowan put her down and Aelin shrugged, tucking herself in close as they walked to their front door. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”

“What about Elsie?” Rowan asked, a gentle expression on his face that only appeared when talking about his daughter.

Aelin left the warmth of Rowan’s side to grab the baby monitor and she smiled as she heard soft babbling coming from it. “Looks like she just woke up.”

The two of them bustled inside, shedding layers and hanging them up on the coat rack.

“You go get her,” Aelin said as she unwound her scarf. “I’ll get you a tea.”

Rowa just nodded and headed upstairs while Aelin headed to the kitchen, prepping the tea and the pasties she had bought especially for breakfast today, and some puréed apple for the baby in a fancy little squeezy tube with a spoon on the end. By the time she had put the teabag in Rowan’s mug they two of them arrived in the kitchen. Rowan was whispering to his daughter, her hands on his face, dressed in her festive pyjamas covered in little cartoon reindeer. The sight made Aelin’s chest feel all fuzzy and she walked over.

“Happy Yulemas, my darling,” Aelin said as she kissed Elspeth’s chubby cheeks, earning the mother a smile. “Food or presents first?”

“Food,” Rowan said, depositing Elspeth in her high chair. He pulled it closer to him so he could feed her while he drank his tea and ate as well.

Aelin just watched them together, twin green eyes watching each other. She managed to eat two chocolate croissants by the time the other two were done, and started on a third while Rowan started the clean up. When that was done he picked up Elsie, kissing her cheek like he just couldn’t help it.

“Coming?” He asked wryly when Aelin didn’t move, too busy watching them.

“Yes, yes,” Aelin said, abandoning her croissant. For now.

A large Yulemas tree was set up in the corner of the living room, decorated to perfection and wrapped presents underneath it. Rowan sat on the floor beside it, putting Elsie down to let her roam free. She had nearly perfected crawling at 8 months old, Aelin put it down to her determination to follow her cousin Ruben around. The baby went straight for the tree and found the largest present, which conveniently belonged to her. Aelin sat down next to Rowan and he put his arm around her, kissing her temple before they watched what exactly their daughter was going to do.

Elsie sat on her butt, keeping her hands on the present so it fell in her lap. Her parents laughed as she slapped at it, squealing in delight. Rowan lent forward and ripped the paper a little, giving her a spot to focus on. Elsie took the hint, her little fist clutching at the paper and pulling at it until it started to rip. Aelin lent on Rowan’s shoulder, just watching and thinking. After presents Aelin would send Rowan up to bed for a nap and she would start getting lunch ready. Her parents were coming over, Aedion, Lysandra and Ruben too. Rowan’s big Yulemas present was the surprise of his parents coming as well, sneakily flying in a few days ago. For Elspeth’s first Yulemas they wanted to keep it simple, just spending time with family. Aelin couldn’t imagine it without his parents being there.

But this morning, it was just for them.

Rowan sat forward again, Elspeth making good progress on her present, but he didn’t lean forward to help her. Instead he grabbed a small box from under the tree.

“For you,” he said simply, as he dropped it in her lap.

“Oh, thank you,” Aelin replied, shaking the box.

“You didn’t snoop while I wasn’t here, did you?” Rowan asked, brows high.

“No, of course not,” Aelin said innocently.

Rowan pinched her side, making her yelp. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Aelin just smiled at him before ripping the paper off in one clean swipe. It was a pair of earrings, she could tell by the packaging then she had most definitely checked out last night. She flipped open the lid and choked out a laugh. It was a pair of rose gold hoops, but what had made Aelin laugh was what hung from them. Two little padlocks.

Aelin turned to Rowan, smiling so much her cheeks were starting to hurt. “I love them.”

“I thought you would,” Rowan murmured, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. “Happy Yulemas, Aelin. Thank you for all of this, this life together.”

Tears were starting to prick Aelin’s eyes as she kissed him again. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. Happy Yulemas, Rowan.”

The moment they were sharing together was broken by musical laughter and excited clapping. Little Elsie had finally got the wrapping off her present, revealing a pack of small animals she was trying to pull from the packaging. Rowan smiled, moving forward to lie on his stomach so that he could help her.

“Let me help you, my little love,” Rowan told his daughter and started to dismantle the packaging. Then he booped her on the nose, making her giggle, “Happy Yulemas.”

Elspeth took that as an invitation to tackle his face and try to kiss him, making Rowan laugh as he tried to wrangle her before she took out an eye. It all made Aelin laugh too, wondering how she had been lucky enough to end up with all this, a husband who loved her and a darling little girl who was the light of their lives. It was a very happy Yulemas indeed.

~~~~~

Officially my last fic of 2020. Of course it was going to be Striking Matches.

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[wonderrdies]

if love be rough with you - part 2

In which you and Harry are professors at a prestigious Art and Language university and the animosity of part one is discussed. Also, you fuck.

disclaimer: just a huge thank you to everyone who said nice things about part one, especially @for-fucks-sake-h​. I hope y’all enjoy this one!

warnings: it has sex, folks. I’m not that good at writing it, but it’s in there. also, use condoms; these intellectuals are very fictional and also horny dumbasses. 

word-count: about 6,000 words

part 1

As the car rolled to a stop, lighting tore across the sky.

 “Come upstairs,” you said. Obnoxiously loud thunder boomed, providing much needed context for your invitation. You didn’t like the idea of him in your space, your privacy and vulnerability out in the open where he could pick them apart. The alternative was worse, though. Finding him annoying wasn’t the same as wanting him dead in a ditch.

“No need,” Harry said calmly, the way he did everything else.

“Look, just come upstairs and leave once the rain stops. You owe me, remember?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting you to fight him on this. His coat was still draped over your shoulders and you had spent the last fifteen minutes in his comfortable leather seats, sipping on a water bottle he got you at a gas station. There was also a milk chocolate bar on your lap, the kind you used to eat during movie nights in university. You knew what he was thinking: if he had owed you, that didn’t look to be the case anymore. But half an hour of kindness didn’t erase the sound of his condescending darling making you feel small and embarrassed, especially when you were the one trying to help him. 

“I’m not going to say please, Harry. Let’s go.”

So you walked out into the pouring rain, barely keeping from slipping and falling on your ass. His coat precariously covered your hair as you fumbled for your keys and finally got into the building. 

Harry was right behind you, not saying a word as you climbed the stairs. The apartment looked so much smaller with him in it. You refused to feel embarrassed, but you could see him examining every corner from his spot next to the door as you dropped your purse and keys onto the counter that separated the kitchen and your bed.

"I—" you stopped yourself before telling him I know it's small. Having a home of your own, no matter how small, was not something you would apologize for. "Do you want something to drink or eat?"

You proceeded to take off your shoes, tie your hair back in a ponytail and brush your teeth, all while Harry stood, stiff, in the same spot without giving you an answer.

"Styles, what the hell?"

"Huh," was his brilliant response.

"Huh what?"

"You just look a little different, 's all." 

"Must be the gin," you said. "Speaking of which, do you want water or wine?"

"Water's good," smiling to himself, he said: "Thank you."

"What's so amusing?" 

His smile faded and you instantly regretted asking. While you poured his glass of water to the sound of heavy rain, Harry leaned on your door as if ready to run away at any second. It was a little hurtful, if you were being honest.

“You can have a seat, you know,” you handed him the glass, hoping to sound breezy and relaxed, or whatever. It didn’t come naturally. “The rain’s not going anywhere for awhile.”

Harry nodded and sitted on one of the two kitchen stools. The fact that he was so quiet almost made you miss his usual outspokenness. 

As he drank his water, you sorted through the drawers of your dresser in the awkward silence, pushing aside turtlenecks and pencil skirts so you could get dry and actually comfortable clothes. Two t-shirts, two boxer shorts.

“I’ll change into something dry, you should probably do it too,” you pointed to the clothes you just dropped onto the bed, his eyes on you the whole time. “I figure these might fit you.” And before you could talk yourself out of it, you said: “You can also practice saying words while I’m in there.”

The bathroom door clicked as it closed between the two of you. Taking a deep breath, you undressed while listening for any sign that he had moved from the kitchen stool. A sign that he was mirroring your every move, peeling off wet clothing while trying to picture the other side of the door. It was foolish to project your filthy thoughts into Harry, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted so badly to believe that he was out there wanting you too, that he didn’t bring up that night so often just to humiliate you. 

The soft cotton of the old university t-shirt you wore to bed looked like something out of a time machine under the bright bathroom lights with him standing outside. How many nights had you worn that same thing and smiled at him from across whatever room, beating yourself up for not being able to just say hello? Maybe more than hello. 

All of it seemed to have happened many lives ago.

“Can I come out? Are you decent?” you asked, barely recognizing your own voice. It sounded too casual. 

“Decent, me?” his answer came muffled. “Never, darling.”

You walked out, only to find yourself in a scene straight out of a porno. Harry was leaning on your kitchen counter, amusement in his eyes, dressed in your shakespeare is my boyfriend extra large t-shirt and way-too-tight boxers. His lilac pants and cream sweater laid in a pile on your bed looking like an afterthought and, even though he looked so different from his usual posh self, his pearl necklace was still decorating his absolutely maddening neck. He looked so much bigger. Maybe it was the way your clothes clung to his biceps and thighs, or the fact you hadn’t been this close to him without heels in years. Maybe your apartment was just too small.

“Am I wearing some other guy’s underwear?” Harry asked, suddenly serious.

“Huh?”

He looked down, pointing to his restricted and very prominent bulge, and your face was suddenly on fire. This certainly couldn’t be considered an appropriate move for a co-worker, right?

“It’s mine, Styles. I wear them to bed,” you cleared your throat, looking up again. Tugging at your own, admittedly much looser, shorts, you said: “See?”

“Yeah,” his voice was rough, barely more than a whisper. You could feel his eyes all over you, like they were fingertips threatening to touch you but never quite doing so. A shiver, like the one in the pub, ran through you, and you were suddenly aware that your nipples were very much visible and poking through thin cotton.  “I see it.”

You stood still as he spoke again, trying to keep your eyes above his chin. But then again, those lips and eyes were not that much better than his cock straining against your clothes.

“Sorry about the weirdness earlier,” he continued. “I was just trying to get used to all this.”

“What’s all this?”

“You, so careless, in your natural habitat. It’s like the inside of this place is an alternate universe.”

-

An alternate universe, indeed. The hours of uninterrupted storming had eventually tired both of you out; you couldn’t let him stand in a corner or sit in a stiff stool all night. As it became clearer and clearer that he’d spend the night, you suggested watching a movie, even though it was obvious the two of you were exhausted. The whole thing was a poor attempt at avoiding the fact that there was no place for him to sleep but your bed. You certainly could handle smirks, teasing looks, sexually charged remarks, even handle his thighs and the outline of his cock in your clothes, or the vanilla smell he would definitely leave on your nerdy t-shirt. Would sitting in bed together and watching a movie be hard? Absolutely. But falling asleep next to him crossed some terrifying line; it had happened before, and the slightest possibility of having it happen again only so he’d use it against you later was just too much.

So now you were on your bed, backs resting against the headboard as you watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. While his legs stretched out beneath the shared gray comforter, yours were against your chest; if you curled up a little more, you’d probably disappear into thin air. His slightest move could be felt by you just by the shifting of the mattress, and the movie was next to inaudible for the sole reason that you couldn’t help but focus on the sound of him breathing right next to you. On your bed. Every few minutes you’d feel him staring at the side of your face, but your gaze remained stoically on the TV screen until he called your name in a whisper. 

“Yeah?” you answered, glassed over eyes still on the movie. The second task of the Triwizard Tournament had just begun. 

“I’m sorry.”

That got your attention. “What do you mean?”

“I just—” Now Harry was the one looking away from you. As if talking to the movie, he said: “I know the whole darling shit I say gets to you. And I know it’s gross to keep bringing up that night.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat. The whole thing was just too much; how dare he apologize and catch you off guard like that? Out of everything in this world he could say, that was what you least expected. It was not that you found him to be disgusting and immoral, or that you believed he acted mean because he was a genuinely bad person. You wouldn’t have put up with all the teasing if that had been the case. But you also couldn’t have imagined that he’d be brave or mature enough to apologise. 

Maybe that was related to the fact that you, out of pure pride and spite, couldn’t see yourself apologizing to him. 

“I think I do it because—”

“Styles,” you finally cut him off. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. I want to tell you I’m sorry that I’m a dick to you only because I’m insecure and kind of a coward, to be honest.”

You scoffed before realizing how rude that was. 

“What?” he asked. You could see him tense up, his brows furrowing, and guilt started burning in your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “It’s not funny, I just find it hard to believe you do things out of insecurity.”

“Well,” he said, “I find it hard not to be insecure when things happened the way they did.”

Great. 

“And how did things happen, huh? What are you even talking about, Harry?”

He sighed. His hand was halfway up to his face before it fell back onto the mattress af if he’d changed his mind about putting something between your eyes and his. Again, braver than you figured he could be.

“Look, I don’t want to fight. I guess I was just trying to make sure you didn’t forget.”

Suddenly there was no clarification needed. You looked at him as he nervously tugged at his pearls after having just admitted whatever happened between you two had meant something to him. At least it had meant enough that he needed you to remember it. How could I ever forget it?, you wanted to ask him. But it was stupid and cheesy, so you settled for wondering it in silence. How could you ever forget the giggles as he shut the bathroom door behind you, or the way you gasped as he fucked you with his fingers against the wall, his warm breath on your neck and his other palm keeping you quiet? There certainly was no forgetting his gaze through the rest of the graduation party, the brush of his hand against his lips like he wanted you to see what he was thinking about.

Once the party was almost over, he had walked over to you and said Please in the softest of voices while taking your hand. How could you ever forget that?

“I didn’t forget,” you told him now.

Harry must have seen something true in your expression, because he didn’t say another word until the movie was over. 

-

“Should I go?” he asked, voice thick after just waking up. He had inevitably fallen asleep during the third quarter of the movie. Also exhausted, you had laid beside him at some point, making sure to put as much space as possible between your bodies. It wasn’t a lot of space. 

The room was dark except for the street lights shining dimly through your curtains, so you could barely see him even though you were facing each other. His head was already on your extra pillow, your calves already on the brink of touching. Your comforter already smelled of vanilla. Should he go? Probably. But what would be the use of him leaving? There was more damage to be done if he were to drive on dark and slick roads without enough sleep. 

“No,” you murmured back. “Stay.”

“That’s what I told you,” he said, sleepiness nearly gone from his voice. “Back then.”

The shadow of a smile settled on your lips. “Yeah. I was so fucking awkward about the whole thing, wasn’t I?”

“No, I thought you looked cute in my kitchen.”

You chuckled and looked at his shoulder, because it seemed close enough to his face that he wouldn’t notice you couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. The nervous edge to your laughter seemed to echo in the room. 

“And then you laughed, just like that, when I told you to come back to bed.”

“I was embarrassed, Harry.”

“I could tell,” he said. Harry shifted a little; you could feel his leg leaning on yours as he got closer. “You kept tugging at my t-shirt like you wanted to hide your thighs from me.”

“Kind of pointless,” you said. He stayed quiet for a second too long as one of his legs found its way between yours. Your breath hitched in your throat even though there was no pressure; his thigh was just there, and if you moved just a tiny bit—

“Yeah, but I sort of appreciated it,” his hand touched your chin so lightly you could have imagined it. So much for looking away. Staring you in the eye, as stern as you’d ever seen him, he said: “I enjoyed watching you squirm.”

Fuck him. That’s not what insecure men sounded like. You turned away from him, your core rubbing against his thigh in the process of disentangling your legs. Hopefully the gasp leaving your lips had been made quieter by the sound of the covers moving and your body hitting the mattress. With Harry’s breath on the back of your neck, you anxiously moved, trying to find a comfortable position in which you could forget, for even a split of a second, that he was right there behind you. 

“Hey,” he said, amused. “I know I just said I like it when you squirm but maybe you should—”

A careless shift of your hips and your ass was suddenly right against his cock. 

“—stop.”

And he was hard. Now still, with your back to his front, you called his name.

“Harry?” It wasn’t supposed to sound like a question, but your voice trembled at the last second. 

“Sorry,” but he didn’t sound apologetic at all. “We were just talking about you in my shirt and all of that, so…”

“God, Styles.”

Harry laughed, and you felt it in the spot right under your ear. You pressed your thighs together since your frustration with his shamelessness wasn’t able to end the urge of grinding back against him. Just a little bit more, and then maybe you could fall asleep and wait until he was gone to masturbate and pretend this all had been a fever dream. 

His hand grabbed your waist harshly as you moved your ass again. 

“Are you sure you want this?”

You didn’t answer him, or ask what exactly this was, but you did push against him once more. Some stupid part of you hoped he would play along and let things go unspoken, but Harry just used the hand on your hip to keep you still as he spoke again.

“Say you’re sure,” he murmured. His mouth was closer now, and you could feel every word on his lips against your neck. The hand that rested on your waist fell to your stomach, pulling you into him. “And I’ll help you."

"Styles," you breathed out, looking down as he lifted your t-shirt just enough so his fingertips would brush the skin above the waistband of your shorts. "I don't—"

"What?" his chuckle echoed through your entire body. There wasn't an inch of space between the two of you. "Are you going to say you don't know what I'm talking about?" 

You choked on a whimper.

"All you have to do is ask," a light kiss under your ear. That was the first time he kissed you in years, and it almost broke you. But that wasn't what did it. Harry broke you by whispering, so quietly you could have imagined it: "I won't hold it against you, love."

The realisation that you believed him was enough to make you say a soft okay.

There was no hesitation; his hand slid down the front of your boxers, the heat of his palm right between your legs. Your thighs closed around him, a moan caught in your throat as two of his fingers rubbed your clit through your panties. You were a mess, it was true, but Harry didn't seem much better. His heavy breath sounded obscene against your neck, his cock twitching at the small of your back.

"Spread your legs," he said, struggling to touch you in such a tight space. It sounded like an order. 

"Don't tell me what to do," you said, barely disguising your lust behind annoyance. Then you spread your legs, letting Harry move his fingers in small circles that got you dripping without ever being enough. You tried shifting your hips to get more friction, but he kept rubbing you slowly as you soaked through your panties, seemingly entertained by your desperation. "Harry," you called, breathless.

"Yeah?" 

The hand that wasn't under your clothes came to tug on your hair, and you burned. Your scalp, your skin, your pussy. He set it all on fire. One of your hands gripped his thigh, a soft moan leaving your lips as he responded to your touch by tightening the hold on your makeshift ponytail.

"Touch me."

He didn't try pretending to not understand what you meant, which you were thankful for. Then he fucked that up by muttering, ever so fucking smug, "Don't tell me what to do."

"Asshole," you hissed at the same time he moved the fabric of your underwear aside to tease your entrance with the fingers that had been touching your clit.

"Don't be mean, love," he started fingering you, slow but firm, the filthy sound of your wetness echoing in the room as his fingers curled inside you. "I know how you really feel."

There was no way you could muster up an answer; eyes hazy and jaw slack with arousal, you let him fuck you for what felt like ages without being able to form a single word. Sometimes he'd brush his thumb against you clit just so you'd clench around his hand, whining quietly as he muffled his own sounds on the crook of your neck. Once or twice he appeared to think you were gone enough to not notice as he tried to get his cock away from your body in a futile attempt of self-restraint, but each time you pulled him back by the thigh, grinding into him and getting fucked deeper as a result. Harry punished you for that by pulling harder on your hair, delighting himself in the fact that it only made you wetter, your movements more eager.

As your hips stuttered at another soft touch to your clit, Harry whispered, "Does it feel good?"

What a prick. He wanted you praising him, didn't he? Wanted you admitting how hot this all was, how you would have let him do anything to you. Harry wanted you to tell him how good he was at pushing your every button, clearing every thought on your head until him filling you was all that was left. 

"What do you think?" you said between gritted teeth. Sweat dripped down the back of your neck as his fingers shifted in your cunt and he hit that particular spot inside you. Your glassy eyes fell shut at the sound of his voice.

"I think I missed this pussy," he said. You moaned as a third finger slid easily beside the others and the hand on your ponytail went down to your throat, over the chain of your necklace. "I think you can tell I did."

You could feel his hand hesitate on your neck, so you squeezed his thigh to assure him it was alright. Within a fraction of a second, the pressure on your throat tightened. If you could look down, you'd see your golden cross gleaming right below the hand he was choking you with. It was too much. You were going to cum and he could feel it.

"You feel incredible," Harry confessed. "I missed you."

You convulsed, a silent scream shaping your mouth as you rode out your orgasm, his three fingers still stuck between your legs. As the aftershocks stopped, you could faintly hear Harry whispering your name, the tenderness in his voice bringing tears to your eyes. But then again, maybe that was the intense orgasm. 

“Are you okay?”

His easygoing voice, usually so grating, sounded quite comforting now. You relaxed your thighs, and the sound of his fingers leaving you was just a little louder than the sigh you couldn’t hold back. You mumbled an agreement to his question, and you could feel his smile at the back of your neck as he said, “Just sensitive, then.” 

A beat of heavy silence, and then: “Can I touch you?”

He didn’t answer right away, even though you could still feel him hard behind you, and it killed you a little bit inside. You were about to roll away from him, already forming an excuse about cleaning up, when he spoke.

“You don’t have to,” he didn’t sound like he was smiling anymore. You wanted to turn and check, to look into his green eyes and try to find out what he was thinking, but you were scared. If his hesitation meant that you had been vulnerable for him when he couldn’t do the same for you— “I don’t want you to think that's why I apologized." 

You rolled your eyes at his chivalry, but were relieved by it all the same. 

“Styles,” you said. “I’m trusting you here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you finally rolled on the mattress so you could meet his eye. “Now take off your shorts.”

He smirked as you shoved the comforter off of both of your bodies, taking a second too long to admire the dimly lit outline of his body. “Y’think you’re gonna boss me around now, huh?”

“I think you’re gonna let me, if it gets you off,” you shrug.

Harry opens his mouth to argue, but stays silent once he sees you reaching for the hem of your t-shirt. You throw it to the ground and hope he doesn’t notice your expression as you make a mental note to pick it up later, but that’s obviously unnecessary since he’s staring at your chest, the glinting of the cross between your boobs and your hard nipples monopolizing his attention. His right hand, still messy with your juices, reaches out to touch you, but you lean back and make him watch as you lower your shorts and underwear in one go before kneeling back on the bed. 

“So?” 

He shook his head, unbelieving, and took one final look at your naked body before meeting your eyes. “You love this, don’t you?”

Harry undressed like you’d done; t-shirt, then shorts, then kneeling back on the bed. You wanted to look down at his cock, see the proof of how much you got to him, but couldn’t leave his gaze. There you both stood on your knees, silently staring at each other’s mere silhouettes. Like the gold of your chain, the pearls on his neck were more visible than the rest of him. “You love talking like we’re at some game you can win,” he clarified, smiling. 

“Are you saying you don’t do the same?” skepticism dripped down your words.

“I’m saying you can’t win.”

The way he could go from earnest to cocky in the blink of an eye was sort of giving you whiplash. It did make things interesting, though. He threw whatever he felt like saying your way, apparently without thinking twice; for the second time that night, you surprised yourself by thinking of him as brave. 

His clean hand came to touch your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in the most romantic gesture you had witnessed since he’d held your hand all the way back to his place when you were graduating university. Harry called your name like a prayer.

“Can I kiss you?”

It was such a weird question, considering you’d just cum all over his hand. But it felt so fitting, so right. Being attracted to him and having teasing banter were not questionable, that was just how you operated.  It had been taken to an extreme, sure, but it wasn’t new. This was new. You nodded anyway.

He met you halfway, his lips tasting yours as your bare bodies touched for the first time in years. You whimpered into each other's mouths, Harry's hands tangled in your hair while you held his face like it could break. You could feel his erection between you, twitching every now and again when your tongue dragged against his, some precum getting on your belly. 

"H," you moaned between kisses when one of his hands descended to your chest and teased your nipple. 

He stopped kissing you for a second too long, leaving your swollen lips tingling as you waited for him to catch his breath. But he didn't kiss you again, just stood there touching your boob and the back of your neck, eyes going over every inch of your face. You could feel yourself blushing at the attention, already at the brink of an awkward giggle, when he said quietly "You haven't called me that in a while," he cupped your face gently, then planted the ghost of a soft kiss to your lips. "I like it."

You smiled and kissed him again, because you were worried about what you would say if you put that kiss into words. Each feverish movement brought you closer until you were practically on top of him, sitting on his thigh. Harry grabbed your ass, urging you to move; you gasped as he pushed you to grind on his leg, no longer able to keep kissing his lips but definitely working on making a mess of his thigh. 

"Love," he whispered in your ear. "I really wanna fuck you. Can we do that?"

The nails digging into his back made Harry let out a breathy laugh. You made a move to touch his dick, but his hand grabbed yours right before you could. "I want you to cum on my thigh first."

"But you—" 

You sounded broken, legs burning as you rode his thigh frantically.

"I'll have my way with you, don't worry," he said. "So desperate to get on my dick, aren't you?"

The only sound of outrage you could muster was a low growl as you threw your head back, neck exposed for his teeth as your clit pulsed against the muscle of his leg. Harry kept holding onto you, assisting your every move as his lips worked on your neck. The sharp sting of his teeth followed by his tongue as he tended to the bruises he had just created, his soft curls on the side of your face, a tight grip on your ass and your back. 

"Are you going to come for me again so I can fuck that pussy like I've been wanting to?" 

Your hips stuttered and you came for the second time, whimpering and refusing to let him go as he gently laid you down on your back, still shaking. Harry tried to get up but you wouldn’t let his shoulders go, and he laughed against your lips as your mouth searched for his. 

“Y’know,” you said, voice sounding unnaturally raspy, words practically breathed into his mouth. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“It’s not fair, H.”

He didn’t argue with that. You felt him reaching between your bodies, hissing a little when he touched himself. “I’ll make it fair,” he told you. “Like it used to be. Okay?”

Maybe you had been made insane by your post-orgasm haze, because that made perfect sense. You nodded, not a bit of hesitation, as he teased your oversensitive clit with the head of his cock.

“Don’t tease, Styles,” you said, and it sounded so much more like your usual self that it brought a sparkle of defiance to Harry’s eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”

He arched an eyebrow, smirking, but seemed to give in to your command. “You know me too well.” 

Then he fucked into you slowly, and you could feel your cunt gripping his every inch as he bit into your neck again, muffling whatever sounds he felt like making. His pearls hung between you as he thrusted, losing all the control he had seconds ago. Harry was doing it fast and hard, a little out of it, until you caught his necklace between your teeth and he moved his hips with such precision that you held back a scream.

"Like that, huh?"

He grabbed one of your thighs and lifted it just enough to get the same angle everytime he moved into you. Your wetness made a mess of his crotch and the insides of your thighs, your eyes rolled behind your now closed eyelids, you drooled all over his pearls. Harry called your name, desperate, when you pulled his hair with enough strength to leave his scalp sore.

"I can't," he mumbled into your ruined neck, holding your thigh so hard it would be sure to bruise as he used his other arm as leverage to fuck you, fist tight on the comforter. "Sorry, love."

He moved as if he'd pull out, and you held him closer, letting his necklace fall from your lips. "No, H," you said. "It's ok."

His brows furrowed as he hesitated, torn between listening to your words or his own head, that knew better than to cum inside you. Not wearing a condom had been reckless enough, and he wasn’t a stupid kid anymore. 

“I’m on the pill,” you told him. A particularly sharp thrust followed your statement, and you turned your face away from him, staring at the arm supporting his body so Harry wouldn’t see the entirely fucked-out look on your face. You kissed his bicep softly, just a drag of your panting lips against his skin. “Just give it to me.”

That was enough for him to cum with a low drawn out groan followed by a quiet whimper of your name, body shaking over your own. Barely any time had passed when he pulled out of you, spilling onto your sheets and your thighs. You shivered, feeling his cum staining your skin as he mumbled nonsense into your throat.

Apparently the nonsense meant he still wasn’t done with you, because Harry started kissing down your side as soon as his legs could move enough to get him up the bed and kneeling on the ground. “Styles,” you said urgently, sitting up. “You don’t—”

“Shut up,” he said against the crook of your hip.

“Don’t be a dick—”

He interrupted you by licking a stripe from your entrance, still dripping in his cum, to your neglected clit. You cried out, too sensitive, as he licked, sucked, and kissed your swollen flesh until he had you coming for a third time, his chin glistening with the mess you made together as your lifeless body fell back on the bed. 

Harry stood up, still shaking a little, and pulled the comforter over you before falling onto the bed himself.

“Next time we do this,” he said, breathless, while you were still twitching from your last orgasm, and you found that very presumptuous of him. “I’ll bring over that old t-shirt so you can wear it.”

You turned slowly onto your side so you could face him, letting him see your puzzled expression. Then you remembered what he was talking about. That morning, with you in his kitchen, you had been wearing his but daddy, I love him t-shirt. You laughed, incredulous.

“Want me to call you daddy, H?” you joked. 

His cock twitched against your thigh. “Oh my God,” you cried out, cheeks hurting a little because you couldn’t help the widest smile. “I can’t believe you!”

The echo of his laughter followed you to sleep.

-

Harry woke up to silence and an empty bed. From where you sat at the kitchen counter, you could see him anxiously looking around as if he’d find at any second that you had panicked and left, abandoning him in your own apartment. The moments he spent searching for you made guilt tug at your heart; he knew you could, at any second, decide to pretend last night hadn’t happened. 

But the fact that you could didn’t mean that you would do it, so when he finally turned on the bed and met your eyes, you smiled softly.

“Good morning, Styles,” you said. “How do you feel about tea?”

You lifted your own mug in a sort of awkward toast. Harry didn’t seem to mind, though. He just smiled and nodded, hoping that would suffice as an answer. 

“Your clothes are in the dresser, but you can just take mine if they’re more comfortable.”

Harry dressed in silence, his cream sweater over your boxer shorts, as you poured his tea. You laid his mug beside your own, watching him. His hair was adorably disheveled, eyes a little swollen with sleep, and his thighs looked just as amazing as last night in your clothes. He also looked very cozy in his sweater, and the realisation that you wanted to hug him didn’t scare you as much as it would have yesterday. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and grabbing his tea from the counter with the other. He looked at you, fresh out of the shower and wearing a cardigan over a sundress, like Markham and your kitchenette had collided to form an outfit. “You look good.”

You shrugged but smiled, a relatively comfortable silence falling over the both of you.

“We should talk—”

“Do you want to—”

Harry put his mug to his lips to let you know you could speak first. You cleared your throat, at a loss for words.

"Last night was nice."

What a poet. Harry smirked, but didn't interrupt you.

"And I—” you took a deep breath, shifting your gaze to his hands so you wouldn't have to look him in the eye. He had very nice hands. "I'm sorry for the past couple years, too. I felt like you were trying to make my life harder just for a laugh, using whatever good thing had happened between us to hurt me. It made a little bitter."

He arched an eyebrow.

"Very bitter."

"And I was very childish," he said. "I was upset that you treated me like a stranger when I got to Markham, and I became a little shit about the whole thing."

"I just—I wanted to make something out of myself here. And then you showed up and I couldn't be that person around you. It drove me mad," you finally looked up at him. "You drive me mad."

Harry carefully put his mug on the counter, then took yours from you and did the same. With warm hands, he held your face while planting the sweetest kiss on your mouth.

"We'll do better," he whispered against your lips. "Won't we?" 

"Yeah," you whispered back. "We will."

-

But first, payback. Harry Styles could fuck you to the moon and back, or whatever it was he'd spent the last weekend doing, but he would not get away with last week's little stunt, or with robbing you of precious room 103. Your beige heels clicked on the creaking floors of the disgusting classroom where you taught on Mondays as you talked your students through next week’s lesson plan. Was it a little beyond your qualifications as someone with a master's on Literature? Yes. Would that stop you? Absolutely not. They seemed excited about the whole ordeal, and that was enough to convince you that you weren't being a bad teacher, exactly. Good teachers were fun, right? 

Maybe Harry had been a good teacher all along. Having that nice, kind thought cleared your conscience entirely as you proceeded with your plan. 

The teasing between you two wasn’t entirely gone throughout the week, but it did lose most of its mean edge. Calling him a fucking hippie, or whatever was something that could apparently be accomplished in a much more tender tone, the one you also used to say “Fuck off, H,” when he jokingly called you Professor Umbridge. Every day of the week he had driven you home after class, bought dinner that you ate together on your bed, and kissed your neck in very particular spots. Talking to him was surprisingly easy, and you could entertain each other for hours only by telling weird anecdotes both from university and Markham, friends and professors and colleagues and students all becoming the background to the life you had lived together even though you were apart. There was also so much you still had to learn about one another, childhood and teenage years and post-grad, and the time for all of it would eventually come. Now was the time for retribution. 

It was the next Monday, and both of your classes had started a few minutes ago. Well, his had. Your students were all standing around the corridor on the first floor, silently waiting in costume for their cue. 

The fact that Harry was so soft spoken made it pretty hard for you to pick an appropriately disturbing time to get the plan going, but at some point you could hear a few of his students’ voices. Assuming that meant a discussion was taking place, you nodded towards Richard, your Romeo, and he stepped forward.

Some of the other Drama students followed suit, prop torches in hand as the scene indicated, and together they burst into room 103 as Richard, with the poise of a Shakespearean character, recited loudly: “What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?”

Khalil, head held high, walked in right after and spoke as Benvolio. 

As the student playing Mercutio was saying something about gentle Romeo, you walked up the classroom door. 

Harry was standing behind his desk, your golden cross shining beneath his pearls; you had put the necklace on him as a joke during your Saturday dinner and he hadn’t taken it off since. His brows were furrowed and his mouth gaping as if he had forgotten to close it, while his students appeared to be mildly amused. Your kids without speaking parts were pacing between rows of desks on their way to a nonexistent ball as Mercutio, standing right before Harry, called to the Romeo at the back of the room. 

“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings and soar with them above a common bound.”

Harry smiled, and the part of you seeking silly revenge took the backseat for the slightest moment. He seemed to get over the initial shock of the disruption and watched them with a delighted curiosity. 

“Is love a tender thing?” Richard asked his classmate, but he could’ve been talking to the music professor. “Is it too rough , too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like thorn.”

Green eyes searched for you and found you leaning on the wooden door, ankles crossed nonchalantly and a triumphant smile on your face. 

“If love be rough with you,” Mercutio told Romeo,”be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.”

But Harry was not watching them anymore as you mouthed “Got you, Styles”, the scene unfolding behind the two of you as you won. 

[fandom-necromancer]

Getting lost together

This was prompted by a lovely anon! I hope you enjoy, this one is fluffy XD

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘Nines, that was the last bag, come on! We’re going to be late!’ Gavin closed the trunk of his car and looked over to where Nines was standing right between the house and the car. ‘Tina will look after the cats alright, she loves the little beasts, don’t worry’, he tried to comfort him, opening the car door and leaning against it. ‘We’ll come back, and they are at least a kilo heavier’, he joked. Nines straightened his back, but avoided his eyes as he walked towards the car. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’, the Detective asked softly. ‘I thought you looked forward to this.’ ‘I do!’, Nines quickly replied. ‘It’s just my first time leaving Detroit. I… I’m not sure what awaits me.’ ‘That’s what travelling is about’, Gavin explained and stepped past the door to take his hand. ‘Don’t worry. You will love it.’ ‘I hope so’, he mumbled far too insecure for a war machine and entered the car.

Gavin sat down too, leaning over to press a kiss to Nines’ cheek and start the engine afterwards. ‘Come on. Let’s go on a road trip!’ He handed Nines a case full of music CDs and gestured him to choose one. ‘Passenger decides the music’, he explained and started pulling out of their driveway. The android frowned at the disks, contemplating whether he should tell Gavin he could always just connect to the car and play whatever song he wanted. But he guessed this was part of the experience, so he pulled out one of them without researching band names or titles written on it. ‘Excellent choice’, Gavin cheered as the first heavy guitar riffs came up. Nines couldn’t really say something to that as he had no idea what else he could have picked, but seeing Gavin grin and drum his fingers on the steering wheel he found he didn’t really care if it made his human happy.

They drove through the streets and Nines traced their route with his GPS. He got increasingly worried as they made it onto the highway and finally left Detroit. ‘All good, love?’, Gavin asked, seeing the red flashing LED. ‘Yes, just… I lost connection to an android network.’ ‘That means?’, the man asked concerned. ‘My scans won’t be as effective anymore as I can only detect what I see. I can’t supplement it with information from the internet or databanks.’ ‘Should we turn around?’ Nines thought about it. It was their first vacation since the revolution as work had kept them busy with anti-android crimes, retaliations and the rising Red-Ice trades. He had looked forwards to it and still did. He would spend time with his human somewhere neither of them had been before, just the two of them. What about that wasn’t exciting? ‘No. It’s just weird loosing a function you never paid much attention to.’ ‘I can imagine’, Gavin hummed, unsure what to say. ‘I guess that at least makes us equal?’, Nines contemplated. ‘Neither of us knows Providence. It’s a new place for you and I have no way of acquiring more information than you could.’ ‘Heh, a full-on human experience, then?’ ‘You could say so.’

They drove down the road and the longer they were on their way, the less worried Nines became. If anything, partially loosing his scanning abilities made it even more interesting. He simply couldn’t know some things and others passed too fast to get even a little bit of information. ‘How do you live like this?’, Nines couldn’t help but ask as he could see buildings to his right that might have belonged to a town called Sweaburg, but could as well be something entirely else. ‘How do you live, seeing things and having no idea what something is?’ Gavin laughed. ‘Learning to ignore what isn’t important, I guess? I mean, do I have to know everything to survive. And it can make it all the more interesting if you do find out someday. You can always learn something new, even if you lived your whole life in just one city.’ Nines frowned and tried to understand. ‘I mean, isn’t it boring knowing everything? What about curiosity and the joy of discovery?’ The android had to nod to that. ‘That’s why I like our work this much. And I’m starting to like this new perspective, too.’

He found himself smiling as he watched the world pass by, details appearing and disappearing before his programs could even try to gather information. He had become a passive onlooker and it was a weirdly relaxing experience when at the same time his eyes darted from one fixing point to the next trying to take in everything at once. Gavin found he had a difficult time concentrating on the road when Nines sat in the passenger seat almost pressing his nose to the glass like a school child on their first but ride. Sometimes he wished he could take photos like the android could, just to remember this sight forever.

They had to stop for gas soon and Nines took over for the rest of the ten-hour ride. Gavin, understandably exhausted, had tried to stay awake, but when they were an hour away from their destination, he was peacefully sleeping leaned against the door. Only as Nines left the highway and had to stop at a red light, the man woke up again. ‘Oh, we’re already there?’, he asked and sat up. ‘Sorry, I’m just really tired.’ ‘Our hotel is just down the road. Then you can sleep properly.’ ‘Nah, I planned to go take a look at the city first!’ ‘Gavin, I doubt we will get anything else done. And it’s supposed to be a vacation.’ ‘Okay, I’ll take a short nap then and afterwards we go for a walk in the evening, but that’s the only compromise I’m willing to accept.’ Nines sighed. ‘Fine.’

They checked in to their hotel and went to their room to stow away their luggage. Gavin’s nap ended up being longer than expected and with an amused huff, Nines slipped under the blanket too to join his human in this unknown place.

-

Maybe it had been the night spent in stasis, but when Nines rose to see Gavin in the light of the rising sun in this foreign room, he could barely contain the happiness that he felt. No deadline, no case that had to be solved, no clear mission to follow. Just himself and Gavin in a city neither of them knew; time reset to a new schedule counting down the days of their vacation. It was almost… liberating.

He snuggled closer to Gavin and wallowed in his warmth. The human grinned and turned around, still sleepy but slowly waking up. ‘Morning, Nines.’ ‘Morning darling.’ Gavin buried his head in his shoulder. ‘Jeez, Nines, if you keep this up I’ll never leave the bed.’ ‘We can do that if you want’, the android murmured, kissing the top of his head. ‘Nah. Let’s get ready for breakfast and then go see the city. I have something special planned for tonight and you can’t research it! It will truly be a surprise.’ ‘I can still do normal research via the internet, Gavin. Just slower.’ ‘Don’t you dare’, Gavin laughed, pointing his finger at his nose, before standing up and getting ready for the day.

After leaving the hotel, they walked through the streets without any real plan in mind. Nines followed Gavin, who seemed to take random turns and stopped at random places. Watching the people around them and the different sorts of buildings, Nines was quickly feeling weirdly at home. In the afternoon they stopped at a park near the river and Gavin got himself something to eat at the many food carts around. They sat down at a bench right at the riverfront and enjoyed the sunny day. ‘This is perfect’, Nines couldn’t help but voice the content he felt at watching the water lazily pass by, a few ducks swimming on it. A few joggers passed them, faces without names for the first time in Nines’ short life. ‘Got over that lack of information?’, Gavin asked, mouth still half full of the hot dog. ‘I’m actually considering shutting off that program completely when not on the job’, he shrugged. ‘You were right it is more interesting to not know and wonder. If I really need to know something, I can always switch it on again.’ ‘Nice. Good to know it’s not too bad for you.’ Nines looked down on Gavin and put his arm around him. ‘It’s never around you.’ ‘Aw you damn romantic android. I would hate you if I didn’t love you.’ ‘Sure.’ Nines looked out over the river and cocked his head. ‘Gavin, what did you wanted to show me?’ ‘In the evening, love. Has to be dark for it. Patience.’

At least time passed quickly with the human around to guide him around town. As the sun set, they returned to a different part of the river. Nines frowned, as he saw several people blocking his view on the water. ‘Gavin, what-‘ ‘Shh, come on, follow me. I looked this up beforehand, there should be a good spot over here.’ Gavin took his hand and pushed through the crowd, not even thinking of apologising. Pulling Nines right to the front, the android was indeed blown-away. In all his preconstructions, he hadn’t expected this: Several bonfires were lit on the water and lit up the walls in soft orange and hot white yellow. Music played and the masses stood and watched as people tended to the fires and gondolas passed through the flames. ‘Gavin, what is this?’, he asked in surprise. ‘They call it Waterfire. A festival that began as art is now celebrated annually. ‘Thought it would be something fun to be part of. Do you like it?’ Nines couldn’t pull his eyes away from the reflections on the water, the thousands of people at the shore and the flickering fires cracking on the surface of the water. The smell of burning wood filled the air and managed to overpower the different smells from the food stands. ‘Gavin, I… I never experienced something similar. Can we… Does this stretch the whole river? Can we see all of it? Can we ride one of the gondolas? I… For how long did they celebrate this? Why-‘ Gavin’s loving smile made him stop, feeling awkward for asking so many questions and letting his excitement overwhelm him. But Gavin only rose to his toes and pulled Nines head down into a kiss. ‘For you? Everything.’

[cosmiclatte28]

hey girl.... i think prompt no.2 with Junmyeon from EXO and for it to be a tad suggestive please🥰 no worries if already taken 🤍 hope you have a nice day 🤍

Hey! Sure, Suho and prompt 2 is still available. I tried my best to make this suggestive and I hope this is good enough. 

Prompt 2 “ You can’t really blame me, can you? You can only blame yourself “

hope you can enjoy this!

warning : this is kind of steamy, I don’t want my innocent readers to fall into the dark hole, but it’s your choice and risk. suggestive myeonnie is hot 😏🔥

Orange, red, and yellow leaves are racing each other to land on the ground first. It's a pretty scenery, seeing the leaves turn to the pretty shades of orange, but the rain and the soggy leaves piling on the road is never pretty. Thanksgiving is around the corner and your lover has invited you over to have dinner with his family. You cannot go home to your homeland and celebrate Thanksgiving with your family, but Junmyeon is here to save your day. You finally finish your nine to five work today and bid farewell for the long holiday to your colleagues. Your phone rings as you step into the lift. Your smile appears when you see the caller ID name. There on your screen is the picture of Junmyeon flashing. You pick up the call, "Hey Myeonnie," you call him by his sweet name.

Junmyeon smiles though you cannot see it, "Hey darling, I am downstairs already. You're done with work?" You watch the elevator shows you're descending from the 12th floor to the basement, where your lover usually picks you up. "Yeah I'm in the lift, you're here already?" "Yes, I am here. Should I pick you in the lobby?" You chukle, "No need, it's faster for me to find your car. Okay I'm walking to the car now. I see you!" You still leave the phone on call and run a bit to reach his car. Junmyeon greets you as soon as you make it into his black Maserati. "Hey, you don't have to run. You might fall and I don't want you to fall." He leans in to peck your cheek and you only smile while putting on your seatbelt. "All set, we're ready to go home. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I am both excited and nervous." Junmyeon presses his gas and we move away from the parking lot. He focuses on the road while asking you questions , "Why? We'll just have dinner." You roll your eyes, "Yeah with your parents." He doesn't seem to get your anxiety, "And?" You close your eyes and take a deep breathe, seriously sometimes he can be the man with a sexy brain, but other times like now he cannot understand basic situation like this. "What if they do not like me." Your boyfriend grins and extends his right hand to hold your left hand, "They won't. They'll love you."

You groan, "Well that is what all people will say." The man with the face of an angel squeezes your palm, "To tell you the truth, they have been expecting me to bring you for a dinner since last year, but I just got the chance to bring you tomorrow." You know Suho is busy last year with his EXO concert and he had to skipped his family dinner last time because he was in the other side of the hemisphere. Tomorrow however, will be the day he officially introduces you to the Kims. "Calm down okay, why don't we prepare ourselves first so that tomorrow you're not nervous." You want to laugh, but you cant. You're really nervous but at the same time thinks doing a recital will just make it silly. "Let's not talk about this. We should enjoy the holiday... I say we start by eating dinner in that sushi place my princess loves." Junmyeon swerves right and changes lane, your stomach grumbles in anticipation when you hear sushi. "You really know how to treat me like a princess eh?" He clicks his tongue, "That's the least I can do." He was right, eating dinner and talking about the busy week over some sushi and sake is a good way to relax. "So, you're working on your solo album? Interesting, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Myeon laughs, "I wanted to surprise you, but I can't hold it back any longer." "Okay keep it secret, surprise me when the album is out." He scrunches his nose and steals a kiss from you, "Alright if that is what you want. Shall we go home? You're quite red." Well your alcohol tolerance is moderate, but your face will go red after a certain time and Suho knows when to bring you home. You smile and nod, "Okay Myeonnie." He pays the bill and carefully helps you walk to the car, you're not drunk but he wants to make sure you did not twist your ankle in that heels. Once the black car enters the royal residence, the automatic gates open and Suho parks his car nicely. Carefully you and Suho enter the house and you sigh in relieve when your feet touch the grounds. "Whew best feeling ever." Suho just laughs and walks to heat up the room. It's 1-degree Celcius out there. "You want to shower first?" Suho turns on the water faucet to fill in the tub. You nod your head, "I think I need some me time." So, like the gentleman he is, he prepares the hot water to your favorite temperature and pours in the stress relieving oils. You bun your hair and strips from the uncomfortable working suit you wore for the whole day. You clean up your make up first with a toner and only in your lingerie you wrap your body in the silk bathrobe.

“Bath is ready,” Suho screams from the toilet, you quickly make your way to the shower, just to see Suho already sitting on the side of the tub with loosen tie and shirt.

You bite your lips, his collar bone peeking from his unbuttoned shirt is enough to make you feel something tingling in your stomach.

“Thank you, why don’t you join me?” You bravely invite him over while you peel off the silk robe and drop them down elegantly.

Junmyeon’s eyes change when he sees what you have underneath the piece of cloth.

“You’re wearing that to work? Laces for works. Sexy.” He quirks his eyebrows.

You shyly nod your head “Well yeah, I kind of ran out of the regular ones. I forgot to do the laundry.”

Suho whistles, “Alright, remember you’re the one inviting me over.”

You did not mind his words, just toss everything off and step into the big tub. You moan in delight when the feel of the hot water hugs your skin and give a slight burning sensation.

“Ah yes, I really need this.” You lean into the side and close your eyes only to be disturbed by Junmyeon’s attempt to enter the tub.

He carefully picks you up, so you’re seated between him and you only close your eyes more when you feel his hardness touching your back.

“Um Myeon, you’re-“

He shuts you up with one touch on your neck, you gasp when he whispers into your ear, “Look what you did to me.”

You squirm in his touch; it’s been a while and just a fingertip of his hand on your skin already makes you desire for more.

He kisses you deeply until you’re out of breath. You focus to fill your lungs with air and soft like a whisper, Junmyeon puts his lips next to your ear. His next sentence makes your hair stands.

With his deep voice you can hear his inner beast growling, “You can’t really blame me, can you? You can only blame yourself.” He ghosts a slight hot breath on your sensitive neck and with a smirk Myeon kisses you once again, “You did this to me, now you’re responsible for this.”

You know you’re not going to have the recital for tomorrow’s dinner, tonight it’s going to be a long night and you’re not against it.

“Guess I’ll make you crazy tonight.” You smirk to him and you know you’ve woken the wild side of your softie boyfriend once he replies you with, “Behave my dear princess.”

 the end. 

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Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 3 - Practice Begins (Part 5)

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Students who were earnestly tackling long-distance ran at least six-hundred kilometers in a month. When it was time for the final stretch, it was common for some to run more than a thousand kilometers a month. Kakeru did long training runs, aiming for that level. He wished the residents of Chikusei-sou success, but that didn’t mean he intended to match his own training to the level of a newly-formed team.

“Kakeru, you ran a little too much.”

Kiyose, who was checking the training diaries, told him that after the main training. It was when everyone was working on leisurely cooling down while changing clothes and stretching on the grass of the field.

For the first two weeks, everyone struggled to make it through the regimen, in dire straits with muscle pain, blood blisters and awful foot blisters. However, the members had potential from the beginning. Now, it seemed that their bodies were adjusting little by little: running was becoming a bit more fun, and they had managed to assimilate the regimen written on the training table.

Inwardly, Kakeru was surprised at the high adaptability of the residents, but it was ultimately just beginner’s training. He was pursuing running on a whole different level. Unless someone stopped him, he tended to run for as long and as far as he liked.

“Even at your age, your body isn’t fully matured yet, so you can’t push yourself too hard. What will you do if you overwork your body now and injure it?”

Lately, Kakeru’s body felt very light. He felt that the more he ran, the stronger he got, and the more his speed improved. That was why in actuality, Kiyose’s warning didn’t hit home for him. Even so, he obediently answered, “Yes.”

“On the other hand, Prince is running too little.”

In Prince’s training diary, the word “treadmill” was written once every two days instead of “evening jog”.

“I thought that honesty was one of your best points but…this is actually just ‘I skipped jogging and read manga’, right?”

Even if Kiyose invited Prince to jog with him in the evening, Prince had built a barricade out of manga and stubbornly refused to open the door to his room.

Pursued by Kiyose, Prince desperately explained himself. “That’s true, but I really do read manga while using the treadmill. Lately, I feel like I’ve been gaining some muscle on my legs.”

“Let me see.”

Kiyose touched Prince’s calves to confirm. Seeing that, Yuki warned him, “Haiji, you should really stop that leg-touching habit of yours soon.”

Kiyose got up with a “hmm”.

“It’s true that you’ve made some progress in morning jogging and main practice. But working out on a treadmill while reading manga isn’t a good idea; it’ll ruin your form and it won’t help you develop the sensation of running on a road. I hope that you’ll join the evening jogs every day as well.”

Before Kiyose’s quiet, forceful power, Prince had no choice but to swear, “I will join.” As for Kakeru, he was relieved: he wanted Prince to run outside as much as possible. The treadmill was installed in his room, which was already bearing a lot of weight, and every time Prince trained there, Kakeru’s ceiling creaked like it was going to burst open.

“Unlike our honest Prince, there’s a king who is submitting a diary that’s filled with lies and embellishments.”

At Kiyose’s words, everyone looked at King and laughed. “You found out?” King asked, picking at the dirt with the toe of his shoe like he was embarrassed. “It’s because I can’t run at all and my times aren’t getting any better. I thought that was bad, so I showed off a little in my report.”

“It’s still only two weeks since you started training. Results won’t show that quickly,” Kiyose told King gently. “To become the quiz king, you need to steadily build up your knowledge and skills to hit the buzzer fast, right? It’s the same with track; cheap tricks won’t work. The physical strength and skills are acquired through daily training. Then, the courage to look at your true ability straight on is what will save you in the end in the actual event. I know that you’ve been training seriously, so you can just write down the truth.”

King nodded. “I’ll do that.”

“There’s no particular problems with anyone else so far. But, Nico-chan-senpai.”

“Yeah?” Nico-chan, called by Kiyose, stopped fixing his shoelaces and looked up.

“You haven’t been eating a lot lately.”

“That’s not true.”

“Don’t lie. Who do you think is making your food?”

It was Kiyose. Nothing could be hidden from the master of Chikusei-sou, who not only made the training plans but also the residents’ food.

Nico-chan explained himself while scratching his cheek. “Look, I’m stocky, you know? I need to lose some weight.”

“There’s no need for that,” Kiyose cut him off flatly. “You work your body during training, so you’ll lose weight even if you continue to eat the way you have until now. An unreasonable diet can cause your body to break down, so please eat a balanced and proper diet.”

“Got it. But if I can’t tighten up my body well in training, then I’ll go on a diet.”

“I’ve calculated that you should be able to tighten up over the summer for sure,” Kiyose conceded. “If it looks like it’s not working out, then we’ll think about it then. Don’t do anything reckless on your own.”

 “Is it advantageous to be lighter?” Shindou, who was listening to the conversation, asked, tilting his head. “Won’t you have less energy if you lose weight?”

The theorist Yuki answered his question.

“Of course, unreasonable diets are banned. You’ll get anemia, and if you have that, it’ll be dangerous for your heart since that’ll put a burden on it. But fundamentally, you should tighten up your body—whittle away the extra fat and improve your cardiopulmonary functions. Even racing cars have their bodies as light as possible to make their engines more powerful. It’s the same as that.”

“I see.” Shindou withdrew in understanding.

“It’s just as Yuki said.” Kiyose looked over everyone. “Just like racing cars, where the body’s balance is confirmed and the engine’s performance is enhanced through repeatedly doing test drives, a runner also builds up their body by running every day. The backlash will be big if you seek a sudden change, so I want you all to be careful.”

Icing your muscles immediately if they seem to be staying hot after training, even just a little bit. Never missing stretches and massages. Taking supplements for iron and other nutrients which people tend to lack.

After teaching them the various ways of preventing injuries and maintaining their health, Kiyose said, “Now, you’re all dismissed.”

On the way back to Chikusei-sou, Kakeru ended up running next to Nico-chan by chance. Nico-chan was worried about his weight and currently abstaining from smoking, and he didn’t seem to be able to relieve his stress well. He looked somewhat somber.

At times like these, one should provide a fun and lighthearted topic of conversation. However, Kakeru tried thinking of all sorts of things, but couldn’t come up with anything.

“Kakeru, what’s for dinner today?”

In the end, Nico-chan was the one who started talking. I really am no good at anything other than running. Kakeru was dejected indeed.

“It’s probably curry. Haiji-san asked me to go to the shopping district to buy curry powder before the main practice.”

Something flickered at the back of Kakeru’s mind. That’s right, the shopping district. Didn’t Musa invite me to go and see his evening jog? Maybe it could be a diversion for Nico-chan.

“Nico-chan-senpai, would you like to run with me tonight?”

“Why are you talking like you’re picking me up all of a sudden?”

Yuki, who was a bit ahead of them, turned back. “Where are you taking me, darling?” he teasingly cut into the conversation with an expressionless face, as though he was wearing an iron mask.

“The shopping district,” Kakeru answered seriously. The three of them were the members who jogged on their own. It was perfect, so they decided to take a look at the “interesting thing” happening to the group jogging together.

As expected, dinner was curry. Kiyose’s personality of not cutting corners was demonstrated in his cooking as well. Before the main training, he boiled the onions until they were soft and tender, and adjusted the taste by uniquely blending the several commercially available curry powders that Kakeru bought.

But no one noticed the depth of the flavor of the curry sauce; everyone seemed more joyful at the fact that the curry contained a lot of boneless pork ribs. Even the colorfully arranged salads were devoured in an instant without a single chance to be visually appreciated.

“It wasn’t worth making this.” Kiyose, with an expression that was halfway between resentment and sadness, put the empty plates in the sink. 

Nico-chan, who seemed to have decided to eat properly, said, “I’ll just have a little more.” He stood before the rice cooker. “More than taste or anything else, just let these guys eat meat.”

The kitchen didn’t fit a table for everyone to eat at. When the dining table was filled, the people who came to eat later would get out a small tea table and sit in the hallway in front of the kitchen.

Shindou and Musa arrived when Kakeru was still eating his curry. The dining table was completely filled, and though the twins were nearing dessert, they didn’t attempt to clear their seats. They were currently in a fierce argument over whether to cover strawberries in condensed milk or milk and sugar.

Kakeru, who was mindful of hierarchical relationships no matter what, held his spoon in his mouth and picked up his curry-filled plate, about to give up his seat at the table. Shindou hurriedly stopped him. “It’s fine, Kakeru.”

“Senpai-kouhai relationships do not matter in Aotake,” Musa said. “That is why it is so comfortable, right?”

“Yes.”

Kakeru sat back down at the table and ate the rest of his curry. For him, who had spent his three years of high school in his track and field club’s dorm, the fact that the upperclassmen ate in the hallway and the underclassmen ate at the table was unbelievable.

From his experience, as an underclassman he had to attend to his seniors’ personal needs, such as washing their shoes and doing their laundry. And of course his turn for the bath was near the end. That was the extent of it, and he didn’t really mind it as long as he could devote himself to practice without his seniors getting jealous of him.

Conversely, when he became an upperclassman, Kakeru didn’t want to let his underclassmen wash his shoes; they were important objects that were required for running. How his former senpai could so easily leave their shoes in someone else’s hands, he had no idea. His teammates in the same grade as him gossiped about him behind his back, saying things like “He’s messing up the order of things” and “Don’t try to look cool”. Kakeru ignored it all. No one could catch up to his speed, and if he could run without reservations when he became an upperclassman, then he was satisfied with just that. He thought he would let them say whatever they wanted.

Within the club, Kakeru had come to be kept at a distance, treated as an aloof and solitary existence. To put it another way, he was somewhat isolated.

But in Chikusei-sou, it was easy to breathe. Nobody cared about the difference between the years of their birth. They said what they wanted to say to each other. Even now, Nico-chan had just put an end to the twins’ fight. It was done forcefully by throwing both condensed milk and milk and sugar into the two’s strawberry bowls.

“You’re awful, Nico-chan-senpai! I wanted to eat it with milk and sugar!”

“I put it in for you, didn’t I.”

“I definitely prefer condensed milk.”

“I said I put it in, didn’t I.”

Leaving the exchange between the twins—who were far from reaching an agreement—and Nico-chan aside, Kakeru helped Kiyose in cleaning up. They stood next to each other at the sink, washing the dishes.

“Haiji-san, what time do you run near the shopping district?”

“Around eight. Why?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Musa, who had come to put his plate away, winked at Kakeru.

Kakeru, Nico-chan, and Yuki went to the children’s playground at the entrance to the shopping district. Running in circles between the sandbox, swings, and slide was monotonous, but there was no other way to keep an eye on the shopping district while jogging.

They ran around thirty laps beneath the dim outside lights in the park, and just when they were feeling pretty dizzy, Kiyose and the others from Chikusei-sou appeared. They turned the corner and entered the large shopping district that led to the station. Their running abilities varied, so the procession was long and stretched out, but Prince somehow managed to keep up.

“They’re here.”

“Let’s try following them secretly.”

Kakeru and the others left the park and entered the shopping district.

There were many private shops lining both sides of the narrow street: the bakery, which had its shutters down after finishing a day’s work; the fish dealer, shouting loudly to sell the last of their wares before closing time; the snack bar, where customers were starting to come in for the night.

Lamps that imitated paper-covered lanterns cast an orange light over the street. People walking home from the station and shoppers aiming for limited-time sales crowded the shopping district.

“No matter how you look at it, Prince is too slow,” Yuki grumbled. “It’ll be hard to run without passing him.”

Kakeru and the others hid behind the passersby and slipped past Prince. When King’s back became visible, they also managed to pass him without being noticed.

“It’s Haiji.” Yuki indicated forward with his chin. Kiyose was running towards them.

“Why’s he coming back?”

“It’s too soon for him to have turned back from the station.”

The three tried to slip past by looking down, but Kiyose didn’t fail to notice them.

“Why are you guys sneaking around?” Kiyose turned and ran next to Kakeru and the others, who were running towards the station, to accompany them.

“What are you doing, Haiji-san?” Kakeru asked.

“I came to see how the guys running in the back are doing,” Kiyose answered.

His management abilities were flawless as usual. Kakeru wondered just how far he was running to keep an eye on everyone. He was a bit worried; his legs weren’t even fully recovered yet, apparently.

Meanwhile, Kiyose was carrying on the conversation with Yuki.

“Kakeru said something interesting was happening with you guys, so we came to see.”

“Oh, you mean that?”

Kiyose pointed straight ahead, where Shindou and Musa were running side by side.

“What are they doing?”

It was understandable that Nico-chan was puzzled. Shindou and Musa were wearing white T-shirts, but there were words written on their backs in jet black permanent marker. Kakeru strained his eyes and read the words on the two’s backs as they were running through the middle of the shopping district.

We’re aiming for the Hakone Ekiden!!

Supporters wanted for Kansei University Track and Field Club

“…That’s some proper lettering,” Yuki commented.

“Apparently, Shindou did it by hand,” Kiyose explained matter-of-factly, his breathing not even disturbed. “I told him to stop since it’s embarrassing, but he insisted that we needed it to raise funds. He actually made enough for everyone, supposedly.”

I’m definitely not wearing it, Kakeru thought. Shindou was always quiet and calm, with an air of aloofness like he wasn’t connected to this earthly world, but he seemed to be quite practical.

“That’s surprising. To think that Shindou-san would collect money so actively.”

“Through running, you can see unexpected sides of people,” Kiyose said with a smile. “Shindou, Musa,” he called out to the two running ahead.

“It seems that these three want to cooperate with your business activities.”

We never said that, we never said that! Kakeru and the others shook their heads in unison. Musa raised his hand a little towards Kakeru, who joined them.

“I will give you one of Shindou-san’s handmade T-shirts as well, Kakeru. Also, please take a look at that person.”

There was a bicycle weaving through the crowd of people in the shopping district. The person riding it was a girl around the same age as them. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was peddling her bike with all her might, her eyes fixed on something. Even from a distance, it was clear that her profile, which could be seen occasionally, was refined and beautiful.

“That’s the daughter of the owner of Yaokatsu,” Kiyose said.

“How do you know her?” Kakeru, who was preoccupied with the girl’s profile, moved his gaze to Kiyose running next to him.

“I’ve been coming here to buy food to cook for everyone at Aotake for a long time now, so I’ve seen her around.”

“Then have you ever chatted with her?”

“Just stuff like ‘these daikon have very nice leaves’ and ‘here’s your two-hundred yen change,’” Kiyose laughed from the corner of his mouth. “Are you curious about her, Kakeru?”

“No, not really.”

He returned his gaze forward. The bike was still heading for the station, popping in and out of the crowd.

“We’ve become a bit famous thanks to this.” Shindou pulled at the hem of his T-shirt. “Every day, we form a line and run like this, and the shopkeepers who recognize Haiji-san call out to us. ‘You’re a student staying in that shabby apartment, aren’t you? Looks like you’re starting something interesting,’ they say.”

“The landlord is a regular at the go parlor here,” Kiyose said. “Apparently, he’s going around spreading word that the ‘residents of Aotake are aiming for the Hakone Ekiden’.”

It was probably a strategy to get the locals involved in the plan so they wouldn’t be able to say “I quit” so easily. Kakeru was impressed with Kiyose and the landlord’s abilities to steadily remove the obstacles in their way. Since he was the first to announce his participation, it seemed that Shindou also intended to take the initiative in doing publicity. The carefree and easygoing residents were rapidly getting carried along by the flow towards the Hakone Ekiden. Will it be okay? Kakeru felt uneasy. However, it was nice and heartening that the people outside of Chikusei-sou showed interest in Kakeru and the others aiming for the Hakone Ekiden.

“She has been showing up when we are jogging recently,” Musa lightly pointed at the daughter of Yaokatsu who was riding her bike. “Her goal is…”

Drawn in, Kakeru, Nico-chan and Yuki’s gazes looked further ahead of the bike. The person who was running there was…

“The twins!?” Kakeru shouted in shock.

“Which one!?” Nico-chan also moaned. Musa shrugged.

“Well, I don’t know.”

“It doesn’t matter, they’re identical,” Yuki coolly pointed out.

I’m sensing love in the air, Kakeru thought. Jouta and Jouji, running next to each other, didn’t seem like they noticed at all. He would have to advise them to take a proper bath as soon as possible.

For now, it seemed certain that the residents of Chikusei-sou, who worked hard to jog every morning and evening, were becoming familiar to the people of the shopping district.

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Fright Night But Make It Gay

Chapter 4 : "Kidnapped"

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"Why are we stopped?" Roman looked at his friends as they began to pile out of the van. Remus held a hand out to him to help him out. Roman took it and was pulled out to find they were in front of a roadside dinner.

"We're stopping to eat. None of us have eaten since yesterday," Remus answered as he made sure to keep an eye on his brother.

"Oh." Roman soon became aware of the others also keeping an eye on him and he shivered. I see they won't be letting me out of their sight then. They went in and sat down in a corner both. Patton and Janus on one side while Roman was put across from them with Remus and Logan sitting next to him and blocking any chance he might have had to escape. 

Roman was feeling the most uncomfortable he had ever had in his whole life. Of that he was sure. He just didn't understand, why couldn't they accept that his boyfriend was a vampire and go about their business like usual. They were college kids, didn't these random things happen regularly when one was in college? Roman looked down at his hands and fiddled with them. I miss Virgil. He would know what to do. Roman let out a silent sigh and looked out the window as the others browsed the menu. He wasn't very hungry. 

"Roman, what would you like to eat?" Logan asked as he finished deciding on his own meal. 

"Not hungry." Roman replied. 

Remus slowly turned his head to look at Roman. "Why not? Is it because you're already a vampire?!" 

Roman whipped his head around to face his brother. "Would you give it a rest, Remus! He is not the monster you are making him out to be! But no, you would rather listen to movies and books than your own brother!" Roman groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Listen, I'm not trying to run away, so stop hating on my boyfriend in front of me." Remus glared at his brother. 

Janus rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his head. "Guys, stop it. You're making a scene and you're upsetting Patton. Just order something and eat so we can leave." 

Roman stayed quiet while the others ordered. Once the waitress left, he hummed loud enough for his tablemates to hear him. "Why did all of you have to come to go see this Vincent guy? Like couldn't some of you have stayed back?" He watched as the others shared a glance. He scoffed. "Oh, let me guess, you're scared he'll kidnap you and force you to tell him where the others are taking me?" 

"We just want to make sure you're okay, kiddo," Patton responded carefully.

Roman bit his lip. "You didn't even give him a chance," he muttered bitterly. He went quiet again. 

When the food came, the waitress placed some eggs and bacon in front of him along with a mug of hot chocolate. Roman frowned. "I didn't ask for this," he said once she left. 

Logan nodded. "I know that, but we're not barbaric-" 

"Ahem."

"Right, we, your brother aside, are not barbaric. We won't eat in front of you like that. Plus, you need to eat. I understand you're not hungry right now so if you can't finish it then we will pack it up and you can eat it in the van once you're hungry." Logan paused as he took a bite of his food. "That being said," he dabbed at his mouth. "You need to eat." 

Roman huffed. He poked at the food on his plate with a frown. He wasn't going to eat. It was ridiculous, but he didn't want to give them the satisfaction that they had made him give up so easily. He paused as a thought popped into his head. If I eat very slowly, Virgil could catch up and then we can prove that he's not a monster. Roman picked up a small bite of food and began chewing lazily. He couldn't be too deliberate. He had to be nonchalant about this, if they knew what he was trying to do, they surely would pack up and leave immediately. If he played his cards right, he would be able to stall them long enough for Virgil to show up. Of course, there was the possibility that his boyfriend wasn't actually coming. 

The thought made him pause. What if he isn't coming? Roman shook the thought out of his head. No, I can't think like that. He's coming. I know him. They don't. They don't know him at all. So Roman ate as lazily as he could until there was nothing left and they were leaving without even a hint of Virgil. Did he not leave yet? The insecurities beat on Roman until he heard a familiar shout of his name. 

"Roman!"  

His eyes lit up and he whipped around to find his handsome boyfriend behind him. "Virgil!" He exclaimed happily and went to run to him only to be yanked back by Remus. 

"Hurry up, Logan! Start the car and drive!" Janus yelled as Remus dragged Roman into the van with Patton hoping in behind them and closing the door. 

"Hey, wait!" Virgil yelled only to stop and race back to his car. If they were going to drive off, he wasn't going to be far behind. 

Roman sank down to the floor of the van dreamily. "He came for me," he sighed. Patton snorted while Remus scoffed. 

"Yeah, he probably wants his blood bag back." 

Patton frowned and smacked Remus on the arm as they pulled out of the parking lot. "That wasn't very nice. Take it back." 

"No."

"Remus, apologize to your brother," Logan called out from the front seat where he was driving as he and Janus tried to lose Virgil.

Remus groaned. "Sorry, Roman." 

Roman hardly noticed. All he could think about was how his nightmare in softest hoodie had come to rescue him. 

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Virgil groaned as he pulled into a gas station. How the hell did I lose those idiots? Of course, he was sure they weren't actual idiots. He was just frustrated about the situation. Scratch that, they were idiots if they couldn't even give him a chance. Come to think of it, what exactly made them think he was a vampire? They didn't believe Roman when he told them the first time, so why now. What had happened that made them believe now?

Virgil ran a hand through his hair as he finished pumping the gas. He walked into the gas station building to grab a few snacks and pay. As he stepped out he smelled a familiar scent. "Roman?" Virgil looked up to find that they had just pulled in. 

"Shit!" Remus exclaimed as he caught sight of Virgil. "Drive! Drive!"

Virgil snorted as he remembered that he still had access to Roman's location and quickly hopped into his car and followed after them. 

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Roman sat on the floor of the van, his head rested on the palm of his hand as he stared off dreamily into space. Patton smiled softly as he watched the other hum "Once Upon A Dream". He felt hands wrap around him and he grinned as Janus placed a kiss to his head.

"Hello, Darling," Janus said smoothly. 

"Hi Hun." Patton turned his head to face his boyfriends' and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He snuggled deeper into Janus's hold. "So how are things going up there?" He asked with a nod of his head to the two in the front seat. 

Janus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Oh you know, they're trying to find Vincent's place while keeping an eye out for the vampire. Remus is probably making some dirty jokes too." 

Patton bit his lip as he cast a glance to Roman. "Do you think…" he sighed. "Do you think that maybe we're making the wrong decision?" 

Janus frowned. "What do you mean?"

Patton shrugged. "I mean, maybe we should have given them a chance. We don't know for sure that he's a bad vampire."

Janus nodded. "Well, we did see those bite marks on Roman." 

"Doesn't mean that he's a monster." 

Janus slowly twirled his hands through Patton's hair in thought. "True, " he said carefully. "But I think this would make Remus feel better. Think about it, he finds out his brother is dating a vampire." Janus rested his chin on Patton's head. "He found out this thing he viewed as a monster from childhood is real and dating his brother. He's scared that something bad is going to happen to Roman. I think you would react the same way with your brother." 

Patton sighed. "I know, but I just feel bad for Roman. Look at him." 

The couple turned to face Roman who was leaning back against the wall looking up with a love sick smile in his face. Janus snorted. "Yes, he looks like a love sick fool."

"Oh!" Patton lightly smacked Janus' arm. "Stop teasing him." 

"He reminds me of how I am with you."

Patton flushed lightly. "Oh, you sap." 

Janus smiled and pressed a kiss to his boyfriends' temple. "Only for you dear. Only for you." 

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Finally, finally they had arrived at the mansion of Peter Vincent. Remus dragged his useless gay brother out of the van as they all stood up and walked up to the front door. "It's quite an impressive place," Patton commented. 

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this done so we can get rid of this blood-sucking monster," Remus growled and reached forward to press the doorbell. A loud bell rang out and Logan wrinkled his nose. 

"He certainly has a flair for the dramatic, it seems." 

The door creaked open and a young disheveled man stared out at them. "Can I help you?" He asked with a disgusted look.

Janus frowned. "Uh, yes. We're looking for Peter Vincent, is he here?" 

The man rolled his eyes. "Dads' on a vacation. I'm his son." 

"When will he be back?" Logan asked.

"I don't know. Why does it matter anyway?" Vincent's son regarded them with annoyance. 

"I want to speak to him that's why. Now give me his contact information so I can get ahold of him." Remus growled. He was losing his patience.  

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Roman jumped slightly as he felt something cold touch his shoulder. He turned and then a bright grin spread across his face. "Hey, darling." Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman's waist and watched his boyfriend's roommates as they tried to hold Remus back from ripping the guys head off. 

Roman snuggled deeper into Virgil's embrace as Virgil pressed a kiss to his check. "I knew you'd come for me." 

Virgil smiled and leaned close to Roman's ear. "Hey, how 'bout I 'kidnapp' you? They'll have to come and then we can prove that I'm not going to kill you." 

Roman shrugged. "I don't know, Virgil. I think if you continue looking that hot I might die." 

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Oh shush, you!" 

Roman pulled himself out of Virgil's embrace and gently took hold of his hand. He smiled at him and dragged him back to Virgils' car. "Come on, handsome. We can play some games while we wait." 

Virgil flushed. "Roman you have got to stop doing that!" 

Roman blinked innocently. "Whatever do you mean? I'm just talking about Twister.";

"Hey! Wait!" Virgil and Roman turned to find Remus and the others had finally noticed them. 

Virgil smirked. "Get in the car, pretty boy." Virgil hopped into his car as Roman slide in next to him. 

"I just need to tell you how absolutely sexy you look right now," Roman said as he watched his boyfriend drive with a mischievous grin. Virgil flushed and shook his head as the van with Roman's family pulled out onto the road behind him. "No, I don't."

Roman growled. "Seriously Virgil. If you're not careful I might have to yank you into a kiss. Like who gave you the right?" 

Virgil shook his head. "You are a gay disaster."

"I'm your gay disaster."

Virgil smiled softly. "Yeah, you are." 

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”On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?”

We were both lying on Ashton’s couch, lounging in the sunbeams shining through the windows. I was tucked against his side, one leg resting over his as Ashton’s hand held onto the bare skin on my thigh, pulling me closer. His other arm was curled around my waist under the shirt I stole from him, his fingers drawing patterns on my side or lightly drumming the songs that came to his mind.

I was sleepy and content wrapped in his embrace, my face buried in his neck – his scent clouded my mind, and I wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying. That is, until the drumming stopped, then Ashton’s fingers grabbed onto my hips and suddenly I was under him, his massive figure leaning over me with a mischievous smile all over his face.

”Off the charts,” he replied with a glint in his eyes. ”Let’s do it.”

”Ash, I was joking,” I said, sliding my hands onto his cheeks to make him look into my eyes.

”Well, I wasn’t” he tipped his head forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips. ”Come on, if we go now we can make it to Las Vegas a little after noon.”

”But…” I sat up as soon as he was off me, his fingers already typing up coordinates, looking up the route to the city. ”We have a lunch date with Calum?!”

”I’ll buy him a burger on the way, and he can be the witness. We do need a witness, right?” he looked up at me quickly, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

”I– think so…”

”You see? Clearly a win-win situation!”

”Wait, you can’t be serious!” my eyes widened when he started grabbing his things from the living room. Ash gave me a look, almost like he was challenging me. He crooked an eyebrow at me when I still haven’t moved from the couch.

”I’m wearing YOUR CLOTHES,” I looked from him back to myself; we wanted to spend a lazy day together, and I didn’t feel like putting on my own stuff, so I stole an old band shirt and a flannel from Ashton’s closet that morning. ”They are at least 3 sizes bigger than mine!”

Ashton came back to me, put both his hands on my knees, then started leaning closer, kissing my lips slowly, but deeply. One of his hands came up to my face, brushing my hair behind my ear, nuzzling his nose to mine when he pulled away.

”You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he whispered with a smile. ”Come on, it’s just a road trip. If you don’t feel like marrying me by the time we get to Vegas, that’s okay too. Then we still just had a fun day, right?”

”Alright you,” I’ve rolled my eyes at him, but returned his smile. ”Let’s go on a road trip.”

”Yes! Now come on, we have to pick up Cal!” he pulled me off the couch, sending me away to get my stuff.

”Oh, and Ash,” I’ve turned back to him from the door. ”One burger is not going to be enough.”

* * *

 ”What about Luke and Michael?” I asked Ash as we were waiting for Calum.

”They could be the perfect flower girls!” he grinned back at me, reaching for his phone.

”Who’s going to be a flower girl?” Calum’s head appeared between the two of us from the backseat. ”Is someone getting married?”

”Yes, we are,” answered Ashton, already explaining something to one of the guys on the phone.

”No, we are going on a road trip,” I looked back at Cal. ”It was just a joke.”

”We’re going to Vegas! I’m picking the others up as well!” Ash put his phone down, starting the car.

”Cool. But we are getting burgers though, right?” Calum asked, leaning back in his seat. ”Cause you know, you two promised me lunch, and I’m really hungry.”

”Everyone’s getting burgers, just help us get married today,” exclaimed Ash, making his way towards Luke’s house.

”You can’t bribe everyone with burgers,” I shook my head, but he just looked at me over the rim of his sunglasses, giving me a wink.

”Watch me, Y/L/N.”

* * *

We ended up getting 20 burgers, 10 big fries, drinks for everyone, and some kind of dessert that caught Michael’s attention; he demanded Ashton buys him some of that stuff, otherwise he goes back home and there will be no road-trip-wedding-extravaganza without Michael Clifford himself. The cashier looked at me questioningly while the guys were ordering – I was sure he thought I was being kidnapped by these four weird tattooed guys with their Aussie accents, arguing over cheese and onions and ketchup. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cops pulled us over before we’ve reached the outskirts of LA.

As we went back to the car Mikey called shotgun, and already started eating his fries by the time we made it there. I gave a quick kiss to Ashton’s cheek, and sat on the backseat between Luke and Calum. Soon it really started to feel like a real road trip you take with your friends. There was music playing, the guys were joking and laughing, making comments about each other. Ashton was driving, his toothy smile never leaving his face as he sneaked looks at me in the rearview mirror. Michael was navigating, and Cal and Luke were trying to catch fries thrown at each other.

”I think we are going the wrong way,” frowned Mikey, still looking at his phone. ”We should have left the highway miles ago.”

”Don’t tell me we are lost,” said Ashton, already pulling over and parking the car. ”Give me your phone!”

”Hell no, you have your own!”

”Michael. Give. Me. The. Phone. NOW.”

As they were arguing, I’ve noticed Calum and Luke starting to munch on their leftover burgers, watching Ash and Michael like they were their favourite TV show. Without taking their eyes off of them, Cal offered me some burger and Luke his fries, both which I have declined.

”Mom and Dad are at it again,” commented Luke, and I needed to laugh at this. This caught the other two guys’ attention, and they slowly looked back at us.

”If you two are done with your old married couple fight, do you think we can continue this trip?”

”Please, come and sit back next to me before I strangle him,” pleaded Ashton, but I just shrugged at him.

”I’m perfectly fine just here between the cool kids,” I winked at him.

”There, Irwin,” said Michael finally, pushing his phone in front of Ashton’s face. ”Back that way, and we should be good. You happy now?”

”I’ll be when we get to Vegas,” he answered, casting me another look, then started the car. ”We have a wedding to get to.”

”Oh, this reminds me…” Cal was excitedly bouncing next to me, then gave me a grin and started singing. ”Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married…”

They were all singing the damn song for the next 20 miles or so.

* * *

Luke wanted to get coffee before we’ve arrived, so Ash stopped again at the nearest gas station, making the others buy us all drinks. I was leaning against the door, watching cars passing by on the highway, waiting for the guys to come back. I was drawing patterns on the pavement with my shoes, until Ashton’s sneakers appeared in front of mine, pushing our toes together, and I’ve looked up at him.

”Are you okay?” he asked me, already reaching for me to pull me to his chest.

”Yeah,” I breathed, slipping into his arms. ”I’m fine.”

”Y/N,” his fingers went under my chin, tipping my head up to look at him again. ”Is this wedding thing bothering you? You really don’t want to marry me? Cause you know you don’t have to. I would understand.”

”It’s… all just really quick, I guess,” my eyes slid down to his jacket, and I started fussing with the pins on the lapel. ”We’re not even engaged, we’ve… we’ve never talked about marriage and stuff. I’ve only moved in with you like… five months ago.”

”Do you think we should turn around?” he asked again, his fingers sneaking into the loops of my jeans. ”You just have to say the words, and we will go home. Really, it’s okay.”

”Ash, what is that you want?” I looked back at him, tugging on his jacket. ”Do you really want to get married?”

”I just want you,” he rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes for a long moment, then looked at me with something that could only be described as: ”I love you. And god knows I wanted to do this the right way, buying you a ring, properly ask you, maybe even make an announcement filled with heart emojis and stuff. But then everyone would be all over us, and I… I want it to be about us, just you and me. So when you’ve asked me this morning, it just felt like the perfect thing to do.”

”I’ve thought you would want a big party with friends and family. You know, all dressed up, fancy food, crazy best friends making speeches, maybe even fireworks…”

”We have the crazy best friends with us. And anyway, you’ve asked me what would happen if we’ve got married,” he booped my nose with his finger.

”It just slipped out,” I blushed, casting my gaze down.

”But you’ve been thinking about it, right?” he asked again, and I nodded.

”Of course. Every girl does that. I’m no exception,” I shrugged my shoulder with a smile.

”I could go down on one knee right now and ask you to marry me, if that’s what you want,” Ashton put his hand on my cheek, caressing it. ”We can forget about the trip and just go home. I’ll buy you a ring, and we can start planning the big day. You can have the wedding of your dreams, you can have anything. Just say the words.”

”Ash, it really doesn’t matter how we do this. As long as I’m marrying you, any wedding is my dream wedding.”

”So what do we do now?”

”I say we go to Vegas,” I’ve put my arms around his neck, pushing myself up on my tiptoes so I could look into his eyes. ”We get married, because you’re right, this is just for us. And then we can always just throw an afterparty to those who feel like they’ve missed it.”

”God, I love you so much!” he planted a kiss on my lips, which earned us some catcalls from the guys who were just coming back from the shop.

”Did we miss something, lovebirds?” asked Michael, offering me one of the drinks in his hands.

”We’re getting married!” I smiled at him while holding onto Ashton.

”For real?” asked Luke.

”For real,” nodded Ash with a grin, giving me another kiss on the top of my head.

”Took you long enough,” said Calum, passing Ash his coffee while going for the passenger seat. ”So let’s go!”

”Two more things,” I turned back to Ashton, squeezing his hand in mine.

”Anything for you,” he returned the squeeze, still smiling like the happiest man on Earth. And I was sure he was exactly that.

”If we’re gonna do this, let me get an appropriate dress when we arrive. You can get us rings while I do that,” I leaned up to him to kiss his cheek. ”And… I love you too.”

* * *

”You’re stalling,” said Calum as he held the pile of clothes I wanted to try on.

”No, I’m looking for a dress,” I answered as I went through the next rack.

When we’ve arrived to Las Vegas, we quickly decided on a little chapel that we’ve both liked, and made plans to meet back there once we have found everything we needed. Luke and Michael went with Ashton to buy us some rings, and Calum came with me to a nearby thrift shop to look for a wedding dress. We were really doing it – we were getting married.

”You know he’s serious about this, right?” Cal stopped me, turning me around to face him. ”Sure, I’ve thought he was joking in the beginning, but… I can see how he looks at you, especially now. He is dead serious about you.”

”I know, Calum,” I nodded, smiling at him. ”Me too. I’ve never been this serious about anyone else. Ashton is… special.”

”Then why not just do it? Get married and be done with it? Why the dress and the ring?” he asked me as I made my way towards the changing room.

”Because Ashton is special,” I repeated it. ”I know he would love me dressed in his clothes too, but I want to look pretty for him today.”

”You’re always beautiful for him, that’s no question,” he finally smiled at me. ”I’m sure he appreciates the effort.”

”Thanks Cal. Now, I will need your amazing taste to find me the perfect dress,” I said, kissing his cheek, and disappearing into the changing room.

We spent the next half an hour going through the dresses I have picked out, until I’ve finally found the one. Calum took it from me, saying he will pay for it as a wedding gift, and it made my heart melt. As I made my way after him, my eyes landed on a pair of shoes that I’ve thought could be perfect with my new dress, and I’ve added it to the pile of things at the cashier’s desk. Cal crooked an eyebrow at me.

”And those?”

”My shoes,” I smiled, bouncing on my toes next to him.

”You’re definitely the perfect fit for him,” he laughed, reaching for his wallet.

”And what’s in that?” I asked, reaching for a package I knew I did not choose.

”That’s a surprise,” he pulled my hands away gently. ”You will see it pretty soon.”

* * *

There was a knock on the door of the small room in the back of the chapel where I’ve changed into my wedding dress. I’ve stopped fiddling with my shoes, waiting a few seconds before finding my voice and asked who it was.

”It’s Luke. Are you dressed? Can I come in?”

”Yeah, it’s okay,” I answered, and he stepped into the room.

”Look at you,” Luke smiled brightly, spinning me around to see all the details. ”Damn, Ashton is one lucky man.”

”Is he alright?” I couldn’t keep my nervous question to myself, and Luke just let out a laugh.

”He’s down the hallway in the other room with Cal and Michael. Pretty sure he’s fussing with his hair or something. He’s fine. Wants to already put a ring on this,” he winked at me, and his cheeky comment made me laugh as well, making my nerves go away.

”Well, I’m actually ready, so… we might as well go and make this happen,” I smiled at Luke, who nodded, but then held up his hands.

”Oh, I’ve got you something,” he quickly stepped outside to retrieve a bouquet of flowers and a simple flower crown that he placed on top of my head. ”There. Perfect.”

”Luke, this… this… I just… thank you,” I started to tear up, and he hugged me immediately.

”Please don’t cry, Ashton will think I’ve made you upset or something, and…”

”No, no, he won’t,” I laughed, hugging him back. ”This means a lot to me, thank you. Really.”

”There’s no wedding without flowers,” he said with a smile, then wiped my tears away. ”I’m gonna check in with the guys and after that – may I walk you down the aisle, Ms Y/L/N?”

”It would be my pleasure, Mr Hemmings.”

* * *

We were standing behind the door, waiting for the music to start. Luke promised me that they have chosen an appropriate song for us and that I don’t have to get married to some tacky radio hit. I was already holding onto his arm, waiting, waiting, waiting. I was getting more and more nervous – it felt unreal; a few hours ago we were lying on the couch with Ashton, just basking in the early morning sunlight, and now I was wearing a white dress in a chapel in Las Vegas, ready to promise him forever and always. Luke squeezed my arms when the first chords started playing, giving me an encouraging smile.

”Ready to steal our drummer?”

”You’re never getting him back,” I squeezed his arm, and he nodded.

”Good. He was annoying as hell,” he commented with another smile, and opened the door, leading me inside.

I didn’t have time to look around, because my eyes were already focused on the back of the room where Michael and Calum stood with matching grins, looking from me to Ashton, and then back. And Ashton – he was everything.

He was wearing a black button-up shirt with a red rose pattern and his signature leather jacket, hair styled to perfection, with the biggest, happiest smile on his face. He couldn’t take his eyes off of me, and I felt exactly the same way – I just wanted to look at him forever. Luke gave me one last hug when we’ve arrived next to the guys, and one after the other they stepped to me. Calum embraced me, giving a kiss on my cheek; over his shoulder I could see Ashton quickly wiping his eyes while Luke patted him on the back.

”Because you are special too,” Calum whispered quietly in my ear. ”And you deserve a well-dressed man on your wedding day as well.”

”Was it your idea?” I asked with a smile, but he shook his head.

”All his. I was just the errand boy,” he returned my smile, and slowly let go of me. ”I’m really glad it’s you. My boy chose well.”

”Thanks Cal,” I gave his hand a squeeze as Michael came and looked me up and down.

”Are those… pink Converse?” he quirked an eyebrow at me, and I grinned at him. ”Damn, you guys really are perfect for each other.”

”Michael, are you… crying?” I asked when he rubbed his face, turning away a little.

”No, it’s just a… fuck it, yes, I’m crying!” he shook his head, quickly hugging me. ”I’m just happy for you idiots, that’s all. I’m allowed to cry!”

We held each other for a little more, then I gave him a kiss on his cheek, and Mikey gave me the thumbs up, then lead me up the two steps so I was finally standing in front of Ashton. Calum took the flowers away from me, and Ash reached for my hands, interlocking our fingers and squeezing them.

”Hey gorgeous,” he smiled at me, his eyes never leaving mine. ”Damn, look at you.”

”You’re not too bad yourself, Irwin,” I winked at him, and he just started laughing.

”You know you’re gonna be wearing that name from now on, right?”

”And I’m gonna enjoy every second of it,” I promised him, making Ashton’s smile even brighter.

The officiant welcomed us all, quickly starting the ceremony itself, not wasting any time. All I could see was Ashton, smiling and looking back at me with love and adoration all through the service. I felt like the luckiest girl alive, standing there in my short dress and pink shoes, flower crown on my head, with the man I loved, and our three amazing friends supporting us all through our sudden and crazy decision. I knew I wouldn’t have this wedding any other way – it really was perfect for us.

Then suddenly Michael stepped up to us, holding out two simple silver wedding bands, giving us both smiles as we took them from him. Ashton slowly turned the ring around in his hand, then took my hand and slid it on my finger.

”I’m crazy about you – so crazy that when you jokingly asked me if us getting married would be a bad idea, I knew that there’s no way I’m not marrying you today,” Ash started, looking up at me, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. ”You’re perfect to me, and before you start arguing, yes, you are. Because there’s nobody else who would have said yes to such an insane idea this morning. And I want to thank you for that. You’re the cherry on top of this crazy life I have, and I’m lucky to call you mine, darling.”

”Damn, even I would marry him,” we all heard Calum whispering, and a laugh ran through us all.

”Too late,” I scrunched up my face at him, and after he blew me a kiss, I turned to Ashton, slipping the ring on his finger too. ”This morning I’ve thought you were crazy, bribing people with burgers to take a road trip with us to Vegas. And yet, I knew there was no way I would skip this trip. Somehow… I knew that we would end up here, and I don’t mind it at all. Not even a little. I still think you are crazy, but I want to be crazy with you for the rest of my life. I love you Ash. There’s no one else I’d rather call my husband than you.”

Ashton blushed, trying to blink away his sudden tears, mumbling something about flowers and allergies, but there was no way you could wipe the smile off of his face. The officiant said a few more words, then smiled at the both of us.

”And with this, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he nodded at Ashton. ”You may kiss your bride!”

”Oh hell yeah, I will,” Ash stepped closer to me with a grin, his fingers sliding up my jaw to hold my face.

”Too much talk, Irwin,” I started to tease him. ”And not enough kissing.”

”We can’t have that now, can we?” he crooked an eyebrow at me, and when I started to laugh again, he pulled me closer and pushed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately.

There was clapping coming from the guys with bonus catcalls and shouts, and it just fuelled Ashton to kiss me as long as he can – and honestly, I was more than happy to let him do it. I would have given up on breathing if it meant that I can keep his lips close to mine.

”Oh my god, stop it!” finally one of the guys shouted at us, but Ash just smiled into the kiss, whispering. ”Never.”

* * *

”Can I just steal you away for a few minutes?”

”Sure.”

We were piled into a booth at a close by diner, eating another round of burgers, pancakes and waffles. It was getting dark, and we still had the whole journey back to LA before us, so we decided to take the time and have dinner, a nice way to finish our day together. Ashton’s hand never left my waist as we sat next to each other, sharing fries and smiles all through dinner. My flower crown wandered over to Ash while we were taking photos, then Luke put it on for a while, and now it was sitting on the top of Mikey’s head as he devoured his pancakes.

”Don’t have sex in the bathroom,” Luke called after us as Ash took my hand, leading me to the door.

As we stepped outside, he took his jacket off, putting it over my shoulders, then he found a nearby bench and sat down, pulling me into his lap. My arms went around his neck, and leaned my head against his as his fingers caressed my side. We were so close to each other that our foreheads and noses were touching. Ashton’s eyes were searching me, and I silently waited for his next words.

”We’re married,” he said finally, then his face split into a wide smile. ”We’re married!”

”You officially can’t get rid of me,” I ran my fingers over the back of his neck, sliding them into his hair. ”You’re stuck with me now.”

”It’s a dream come true,” he pushed his lips against mine for a quick kiss. ”And now that you’re off the market, I don’t have to worry about anyone else stealing you.”

”Ash, you know there was only ever you,” I kissed him back, then nuzzled my face into his neck. ”I love you, silly.”

”And I love you, darling,” he pulled me closer to his body, locking his arms around me. ”I love you.”

We sat there together, quietly confessing our love for each other until the guys gave up on the waiting game, and came to pick us up. Michael offered to drive, so with Luke on the passenger seat, and Calum, Ashton and me in the back, we started to make our way home. Luke was the first one to fall asleep, feet up on the dashboard and head lolling to the side. I was leaning against Ashton’s shoulder, battling sleep as well, but both his and Calum’s body on my other side were warm; in the end Cal’s light snoring and Ashton’s fingers in my hair slowly lulled me to sleep.

* * *

”Y/N? Hey, we’re home,” Ashton’s soft words woke me up, and I looked up at him.

The others were already out of the car, yawning and stretching – the flower crown ended up on Calum’s head, and the white flowers looked absolutely amazing in his dark hair. Ashton rubbed my arms, trying to warm me up a little as I was trying to work through my sleepy haze. He opened the car door and helped me out, pulling me to his body, keeping me warm there as well.

”Just take the car, you can drop it off tomorrow,” he said to Michael and the others. ”Thanks for coming with us today. And for bringing us home.”

”Thanks for not eloping without us,” smiled Calum, giving us a half hug. ”That wouldn’t have been fun.”

”Is this the part where you all give your best man speeches?” I mumbled against Ashton’s chest, and all four of them started laughing.

”There will be a time for that as well,” said Luke, and I smiled at him. ”You will be getting embarrassing stories about your husband. A lot of them, actually.”

”I can’t wait,” I winked at him, and Ashton huffed out another laugh.

”Gee, thanks guys. Where’s the bro code? What about my dignity?”

”She already married you, she’s stuck with you, Ash!” Michael shook his head, and patted Ashton’s back. ”You’re fucked, my man.”

”Talking about being fucked,” I heard the smirk in Ashton’s voice. ”Maybe it’s better if you bring back the car the day after tomorrow…”

”Oh my gOD, I’M OUT OF HERE!” Michael was already back in the car, so Luke and Calum took their seats, and waved at us as the car disappeared down the street.

We made our way up the stairs, but before I could go inside, Ashton picked me up, bringing me over the threshold, planting a kiss on my lips after closing the door. He did not stop there though, but started to go up the stairs again until he reached our bedroom. He put me down on the bed, first taking his jacket off of me, then started to pull off my shoes as well. I leaned back, getting comfortable on the bed, until he finally lay down next to me.

”Hey,” Ash smiled at me, reaching over to caress my face.

”Hey you,” I turned to face him, catching his hand to plant a kiss on his palm. ”Husband.”

”Hmm. I like that, Mrs Irwin,” he dropped his hand to take mine, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the ring on my finger. ”Has a real nice ring to it.”

”Well, I do have a nice ring,” I booped his nose, making Ashton laugh. ”You also have a really nice ring to yourself.”

”It’s definitely my favourite one,” he interlocked our fingers, resting our hands between us on the bed. ”That, and the one you are wearing. You are… mine. And I can’t get enough of this feeling. Or you, for the matter.”

”You can prove that in the morning,” I leaned over to kiss him. ”I’m looking forward to a full day long wedding night.”

”You’re definitely getting fucked in that dress,” he gave me a smirk, and I rolled my eyes at him with a smile.

”Always the romantic, Irwin,” I cuddled up to his side, and he pulled the covers over us, holding me close to himself.

”You signed up for a lifetime or sarcasm, Y/L/N. Just saying,” he yawned, then started running his fingers through my hair. ”Do you think you can handle that?”

”It’s on, Irwin,” I nuzzled my face against his neck. ”It’s so on.”

I was already falling asleep, and Ashton’s fingers were also slowing down in my hair. I felt his hand sliding down to my waist, drawing a simple pattern there like he did in the morning. There was a moment of silence, then he pressed a soft kiss against my temple.

”Y/N?” I felt him smile against my skin.

”Ash.”

”I love you. Wifey.”

”I love you more. Husband.”

”Say it again?” he whispered once more, and I gave him one last squeeze before falling asleep.

”Husband.”

[blacknight1230]

Dreaming of You

Ponyboy Curtis Imagine

Prompt: In this world, you have dreams where you can meet your soulmate. But when you wake up, you don’t remember what they look like, only small things, like the sound of their voice or the smell of their perfume/cologne.  

The sky was the bluest blue imaginable, stretching as far as the eye could see. I was surrounded by the heavens, no ground beneath my feet, yet I stood there as if a god had risen me up to spoke with them in their land. I tore my eyes away from the calm stratosphere, my vision focusing on the figure in front of me. 

I couldn’t see his or her face, but I somehow knew this person was a female. “Can you recite that poem that you like for me again?” she said, her voice angelic and soft. “Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold,” I recited by memory. I could feel her presence get closer, yet her figure was still blurry. “Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour,” she chimed. I wanted to touch her, but I was afraid my hand would go through her, like a ghost. “Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,” I continued. She was in front of me now, so close I could smell the scent of (favorite perfume scent) on her skin. I felt her wrap me in her arms and I returned the action. The warm of her body, the softness of her skin, the scent of her shampoo, enveloped me as I felt soft lips ghost my own. “So dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay.” Those soft lips touched my own and I pressed back in a sweet kiss. 

The early morning sun woke me up from my slumber. My eyes fluttered close, not used to the bright sunlight shining through my bedroom window and onto my face. I sat up from my bed and rubbed the remaining sleep from my eyes. “Another dream,” I breathlessly said to myself. I could still feel her touch on skin, her body in my arms. I felt like I lost something I wanted - something I needed. 

Sodapop walked into the room as I got out of bed. “Morning, little brother,” he said cheerfully. “Morning, Soda,” I replied and opened up the dresser to gather clothes to wear for the day. “Hey, are you alright, Pony?” Soda asked, frowning at my introverted demeanor. “Yeah. I just had a dream about her last night?” “Your soulmate?” I just nodded as I pulled my sleeping shirt over my head. “I know how you feel, Pony. I still dream about my soulmate,” Soda said gently. 

“When am I going to finally meet her? I’m sick and tired of having her in arms, only to have her ripped away from me when I wake up,” I rambled. I could still smell her scent on me, but it was already fading. “Cheer up, Pony. Maybe you’ll meet her today? And if not today, you’ll meet her one day. You just have to live without her for a little bit longer. Okay,” Soda reassured me. “Okay.” “Good, now go take a shower and grease up that hair of yours. You’ve got school to go to and no way is Darry going to allow you become a dropout like me,” he piped up, ruffling my hair up. “Yeah, yeah, just get to the DX already will ya!” Soda put on his DX cap then left me alone, heading out the front door with a shout to Darry about where he’s going. I went into the bathroom and started my shower up. 

The steps leading up to the high school’s main entrance was contested with teenagers. Male and female alike, either stood in certain clique groups, talking to friends, or hurried to homeroom class. A couple of Socs glared at me as I passed them on my way inside, yet I was used to it. I was successfully able to get to my locker, putting in my combination and opening the metal door. Grabbing my books for the next few classes, I shut the locker door and turned around, about to head to my English class. Immediately, I bumped into someone, causing that person to drop their books. “Oof, I’m sorry!” the person cried. “No, no, it was my fault. I should have known someone was behind me,” I quickly apologized. I got on my knees besides them, who I saw a was girl, and helped her gather her books. As I picked up the numerous textbooks and notebooks, I caught a whiff a familiar scent. It was (favorite flowery perfume scent). Can it be? I thought. The mysterious girl had gotten all her things back together, standing up from the tiled school floor. I was finally able to get a real look at her. 

She had (color) hair that fell in (long/short) (curls/straight locks/waves). The natural makeup on her (skin tone) face complemented her (eye color) orbs, they being what stood out to me the most. I noticed she wore a simple (favorite color) short sleeved blouse and (2nd favorite color) knee length skirt, paired with white knee high socks and black & white saddle shoes. I could tell she wasn’t a greaser, but she also wasn’t a Soc, and I didn’t recognize her from the regular faces I see roaming the school. 

When I looked into her eyes, I felt an immediate connection and I hoped he felt it too when she looked into my greenish-grey eyes. We kept eye contact as we both got up from the floor, standing at our full heights. I saw that she was (taller/shorter/the same height) than me. Before I could ask the girl her name, the bell rang for the start of class. The girl realized she was going to be late for class and quickly turned around, sprinting away towards her class without another word. As she did so, I caught a whiff of the familiar smell of (favorite perfume smell). 

Snap out of it, Ponyboy. It might not be her, my conscious told me, trying to persuade me that the girl was not my soulmate. I couldn’t really focus on it as I also had to hurry to my first class of the day. Luckily, I was able to get to class right before the bell rang, symbolizing the start of class. “Mr. Curtis, please take a seat,” Mr. Syme said, turning away front he chalkboard and towards me. I bowed my head down in embarrassment and hurried to a desk. 

Mr. Syme got right into teaching the class, standing in front of a podium and started talking. “Today we have a new student in our class. As per custom, we’ll each read out a favored poem to the class, starting with our new student,” he said. “Come on up, Ms. (l/n).” 

Up comes the girl he ran into in the hallway, which not only caused my heart to stop in his chest, but caused his brain to go haywire. As I mentally shut down, the new girl introduced herself to the class. “Hi, I’m (y/n) (l/n). Um, I really didn’t expect having to do this, so I’ll just read a poem I’ve memorized,” the new girl introduced herself, before she started to recite said poem. 

“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour.” 

I recognized that she was reciting ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay,’ the poem I shared with his soul mate in his dreams. It’s really her. She’s my soulmate, Ponyboy thought to himself. 

“Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.”

She finished and the class started to applaud. “Magnificent, Ms. (l/n). Just magnificent,” Mr. Syme congratulated. “I would have never thought you would have quoted Robert Frost. Where did you learn to recite such poetry?” “Well, my soulmate recited it to me in my dreams once. It’s been my favorite ever since,” (y/n) explained, bashfully avoiding looking anyone in the eyes. “Ah, I understand. Please, take your seat now, Ms. (l/n),” Mr. Syme said. The (h/c) haired girl took her seat, which was in the next row over and several seats ahead. 

I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on her, studying her as she gracefully took her seat and got out her materials for class on her desk. (Y/n) seemed to be able to feel me staring at her, for she glanced from the side at me unexpectedly. I immediately put my head down, avoiding the girl’s gaze, my cheeks red at the embarrassment of the beautiful girl catching me staring. Class went on and I felt as if time was barely passing at all, wanting nothing more for class to be over and talk to (y/n), needing to find out if she really was my soulmate. 

Eventually, the bell did ring, class ending, and everybody packing up their things before rushing out of the classroom and into the hallway. I hurried to reach the new girl, but I lost her in the crowd of moving students in the hallway, not a sign in sight of where she was or where she went.  My heart panged in disappointment, as I went to my next class at a moderate pace, no longer caring about it. Hopefully, I will see her at lunch, I thought. 

~ Time Skip ~  

I hoped to see (y/n) at the school’s cafeteria, but I couldn’t see her in the mass of student bodies. So I left the crowded space, ignoring the stares of the Socs as I walked past the teens from the West Side, letting out a sigh of relief when I made it to the open outside. Seeing as I didn’t have anywhere else to go, I made my way to the DX to eat my lunch in peace and talk to Sodapop about my day so far. Eventually I got to the gas station and walked into the garage. 

“Hey, Pony!” Sodapop greeted from behind the counter. “Steve! Pony’s here!” he shouted towards his friend. Said young man was underneath a Camaro, only grunted in response. “So, anything eventful happen today, Pony?” Sodapop asked as I was getting a Coke from the cold drinks display in the car shop, before returning to the counter to pay for the drink. “Yeah. We got a new classmate today. No idea where she’s from, though,” I told him as I paid with change. Steve rolled out from underneath the car, saying, “Is she a babe at least? If she is, then I might just go back to school!” I rolled my eyes at my brother’s best friend, popping open my Coke and taking a swing from it. 

“Mr. Syme made us all read out our favorite poem today in class,” I continued telling my brother. “Oh, really. Did he make the new girl read first?” Sodapop asked as he rubbed his hands with a dirty rag. “Yeah. She read ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay,’ by Robert Frost. That actually got me thinking. I think she might be ...” I was interrupted by the sound a bell jingling, meaning someone just walked into the shop. “Hey, darling. Do you need help with your car or something?” I heard Steve ask the new customer. “I’m just here for a sodapop. Thanks anyway,” they replied. 

My heart stopped, as I recognized the voice, and slowly turned around. Just like I suspected, the new girl, (y/n), was reaching into the drink display for something to buy. My blood rushed in my ears as she started to come to the counter, and I quickly turned back around, a blush on my face as I tried to make it look like I just wasn’t ogling at her. “One Dr. Pepper,” she said, finally standing next to me as she paid for her drink. “Also, do you guys have any potato chip bags?” “Hold on a second. I think we have some in stock. I’ll just go get you some,” Sodapop told her. He left the counter, leaving me alone with the new girl. 

It was silent for a while, as I tried not to have a mini heart attack, when the new girl spoke up. “Hey, you’re Ponyboy right?” (y/n) said. “Yeah. T-That’s me,” I stuttered. “You’re in my English class. And I think you also were the one that bumped into me and made me drop books,” she pointed out. I  really wanted to curl up in a ball of shame, regretting the morning’s events. “I’m so sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention and ...” “It’s okay! I was just messing with you!” she laughed, a kind smile on her face. 

Soda returned to the register and told the new girl the price, which she silently paid. “Well, I guess I’ll see you back at school, Pony,” (y/n) said. She grabbed the items she paid for and turned around to leave. “Wait!” I cried out before she could leave the DX. (Y/n) turned around, shocked at my outburst. “I ... I ... Do you want to eat lunch together?” I struggled to say. I want to tell her that she’s my soulmate, I was thinking in the back of my head. But not with Steve and Soda around. They would probably ruin it. (Y/n) looked a bit unsettled, taking a moment to contemplate of what to do, before answering me. “Um ... sure, whatever you like,” she answered, seeming a bit unsure. I think I’ve scared her, I thought. I think I messed everything up already. 

I allowed (y/n) to walk through the door to the DX first, following closely behind her. I could hear Steve and Soda snickering behind me, but I ignored them. I would deal with them later. As soon as we got out into the warm Oklahoma air, I found an unoccupied picnic table that was set up for those passing through to eat before leaving town, motioning (y/n) to come sit with me. So there I was nervously fidgeting into my seat with my possible soulmate siting across for me. To say my nerves were frazzled was an understatement. (Y/n) quietly ate her chips,  occasionally taking sip from her pop. Go on, Ponyboy, I silently urged myself. You can do it. 

“So ... sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just didn’t know how to get you to talk to me,” I apologized, sweat accumulating on the back of my neckline. “Oh, um, that’s okay. You just spooked me, that’s it. No harm down,” (y/n) replied, avoiding eye contact. It was awkwardly silent for a moment. “Um, so, where are from? I mean where did you used to live before you came to Tulsa?” I spit out hasitedly. “I’m originally from (hometown). My father got a new job out in this area and dragged my family here for it,” (y/n) explained. “Oh, that’s neat. How’s the town for you so far?” “Well, it's a bit different than my hometown. I mean, we really didn’t have Greasers and ,what do you call the upper class kids, Socs?” (y/n) answered, a little unsure if she was using the proper term at the end. “Yeah, your right. The Socs and Greasers never get along. I advise trying to avoid any of the drama between the two if you’re able to,” I warned. “Duly noted. If you don’t mind me asking, which ones are you a part? The Socs or Greasers, I mean.” “I’m a Greaser. Well, I hang out with lots of Greasers but I don’t really act like them. I’m actually in a lot of classes with Socs,” I tried to explain. “That’s interesting. I’m in classes like that, too, but I’m not a Soc either. At least I don’t think I am. Honestly, I don’t care who’s a Greaser or a Soc and so on. To me it just matters who you are, as a person that is like.” I nodded in agreement, trying not to give away how she was making me feel. My heart seemed to fill up with admiration as I started to become more attracted to her. The way the sun made her shine, giving her an almost angelic appearance, as her (hair length) (h/c) glimmer and her (e/c) eyes light up. 

We continued to eat our respective lunches in comfortable silence. It was only as I finished my Coke did (y/n) say something. “This is going to sound weird,” she began, making me to stop sipping my beverage. “But I feel like I know you. Like, I’ve meet you before and such. Am I just nuts or ...?” she continued, trailing off as she began to second guess herself. “No, it’s ok! I feel the same way!” I reassured her. 

I then looked down and saw that I subconsciously grabbed a hold of her soft (s/c) hands that were on the table. (y/n) noticed, too, and I felt her grasp mine tighter in her hold. “Ponyboy ... I ...” she tried to say, looking deep into my green-gray eyes. “(Y/n), I have to tell you this, even if I’m wrong, but I think we’re soulmates,” I finally admitted. “Soulmates?” she said breathlessly. There was only one thing I could think of that could prove it to her. 

“Nature’s first green is gold,” I started to recite, knowing the words by heart. 

“Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour.” 

Before I could continued, (y/n) chimed in. ““Then leaf subsides to leaf.” “So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day ...” “Nothing gold can stay,” we recited in unison. 

Time seemed to stop around us as we revelled in our shared enlightenment. I could only focus on her and she on me as we finally confirmed that we were indeed each other soulmates. “Pony ...” (y/n) trailed as we slowly each towards each other. “(y/n) ...” I muttered as I closed the small distance between us. Our lips meet in a sweet, gentle kiss and my heart soared. I could taste the sodapop she had before on her lips and a hint of a distinct flavor. (Favorite sweet/fruit) and I longed to taste it more. But (y/n) was the first to pull away, no matter how long I wanted to continue kissing her, we separated. 

I huffed as I felt the electricity shared between us from the kiss, watching as (y/n) settled back into her seat. “Ponyboy, would you ...” she started to ask. But I cut her off, already knowing what she was going to ask. “Yes. I would love to be your boyfriend,” I told her, not being able to hold smile on my lips back. (Y/n) mirrored my smile and she got up from my seat, causing me to do the same. We reached for each other’s hand, holding tightly onto each other as we started to walk back to class. I found her, my thoughts screamed. I found my soulmate!

THE END

[bluesfortheredj]

Hitsuzen.

Hitsuzen - A naturally foreordained event. A state in which other outcomes are impossible.

Chapter 9.

Neither of you get any more sleep after your 4am wake up and you end up talking in hushed voices until you’re finally discharged at just after 10am. You realise the doctor wasn’t wrong when he said the effects of the gas you inhaled would linger for a while, and as you stand from the bed you quickly fall sideways into Charlie as your head spins.

“Woah there!” he chuckles as he takes a hold of you until you’re steady on your feet, “do you want me to get a wheelchair to take you to the car?”

“I’ll be fine,” you sigh, “you’ll just have to keep your eye on me, and if I start veering off course then just point me in the right direction.”

He narrows his eyes at you before tutting, “I’ll just carry you to the car.”

“Better bloody not!” you laugh, “could you do me a favour though?”

“Anything,” he nods.

“When we get to Sarah and John’s, could you make sure Evelyn doesn’t see me falling about the place? I don’t want to worry her and she’ll pick up on it straight away.”

“Of course. I’ll get you upstairs and in the spare room then she can come and see you. I’ve got to go to the station to sort some paperwork after what happened yesterday but Sarah’s taken today off to look after you.”

“Thanks. I hate a fuss,” you grimace.

“Well tough luck, because we’re all going to fuss over you until I get the bastard who did this.”

He almost spits the last part of the sentence as his rage bubbles to the surface over what had happened to you, and he was determined to find the person who tried to hurt you. His body ached with exhaustion but it was the need to hold you that was overwhelming him at this current moment and he wasn’t sure he could resist the urge much longer as he watched you steady yourself on the bed side table with one hand while you put items into a bag with your other one. He wordlessly steps towards you to place a hand on your back then as you straighten up while you wonder what he’s doing he turns your body to face his, and you gladly lean against his torso with your head turned to the side. Your hand lets go of the table to grip onto his jumper while his arms slide around your body a little tighter, and you feel yourself melt into him as relief floods your veins in such a rush that you almost faint.

“Let’s get you to a nice comfy bed,” he sighs as he begins to loosen his grip.

You loop your arm through his as you finally walk up the familiar path you never thought you’d miss this much and you can already hear Evie’s excited calls of ‘mummy!’ from inside; it’s enough to make you cry. Sarah opens the door as Evie stays in the living room eagerly hopping from one foot to the other, and Charlie rushes you past the doorway and up the stairs before she can catch a glimpse of your wobbles.

“Just need the loo darling!” you call out, “Charlie will bring you up in a minute!”

“Okay mummy!” she almost squeals, unable to contain her excitement.

You pop to the toilet with Charlie standing guard outside then he helps you to the spare bedroom where you quickly get into bed with a relieved sigh and prop the pillows up to get comfy. A quick nod to Charlie is all he needs to fly downstairs and sweep Evie up so she can invade the bed with you and get her much needed cuddles that she missed last night. She’s under the covers with you within seconds, squeezed up against your side as her tiny arms reach as far around your body as they’ll go, and you fight back tears as you wrap your arms around her and dip your head down to inhale her beautiful scent.

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper between kissing her hair.

“I had pasta for dinner!”

“You did?! Did you save any for me?”

“I ate it all.”

“So it’s in your belly?” you ask as one of your hands tickles her stomach.

“Ah!” she laughs, wriggling around next to you, “mummy! Stop! Charlie! Help!”

A laugh sounds out from the doorway and he shakes his head, “no one can stop mummy tickles!”

Charlie watches as your smile fades and your eyes flicker open and shut as you fight to stay conscious as another episode washes over your body thanks to the exertion of tickling and laughing, and he’s quick to scoop Evie up before she notices your now pale face.

“Right, why don’t you and Sarah make a tasty get well cake for mummy? I’m thinking lots of chocolate and lots of sweets as decoration, what do you think?” he grins as you give him a thankful nod as your head falls back onto the pillows.

“Yeah! Will you help?”

“I’ve got to go into work but I might be back to help eat all the sweets… I mean, decorate.”

Evelyn laughs and covers her face with her hands before dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and shaking her head from side to side.

“You’re so funny,” she giggles.

“Hear that?” he says, raising his eyebrows at you, “I’m hilarious, a complete catch!”

You form a weak smile and scoff before rolling your eyes playfully.

“Mummy looks tired,” Evie sighs as she turns to face you.

“Hmm, I think she needs a nice nap and then when she wakes there’ll be a huge chocolate cake waiting for her,” Charlie grins.

“Nap kiss for mummy.”

Charlie leans Evie down so she can peck your lips, then they turn towards the bedroom door.

“You forgot mummy’s nap kiss,” Evie frowns up at the man holding her.

“Oh, silly me! How could I forget to give mummy a nap kiss?!”

He walks back over and sits down on the edge of the bed with Evie still attached to his side then he leans in slowly, trying to figure out where would the best place to kiss you would be, and he soon settles on your forehead where he presses his lips to your skin softly. He gives you a warm smile as he sits back up then stand with your little one and the two of them leave in silence, allowing you to shut your eyes and drift off into an uncomfortable sleep.

“I’ll be back soon,” Charlie assures Sarah, “I’ll make sure to bring John with me as well. I sort of said that you’d make (Y/N) a get well cake, I’m sorry. She was looking so washed out and she’d already said she didn’t want Evie seeing her unwell, so I had to get her out of the room with the promise of cake.”

“Don’t worry,” Sarah chuckles, “that’s fine! Thank you for taking such good care of her Charlie, it really means a lot to John and I.”

Charlie shrugs nonchalantly, “no need to thank me, I’m just doing what anyone would do for the ones they love.”

“Oh,” Sarah gasps lightly, her eyes widening at the word ‘love’.

“Life’s too short to play it cool,” he laughs softly, “I haven’t said anything to (Y/N) though, so if you could keep it a secret for now...”

“Of course!” she whispers excitedly, “see you soon!”

Charlie heads out of the door completely unaware that both Evelyn and Betty had been listening in, and the two of them giggle excitedly about it even though they didn’t quite know what it meant apart from the fact that mummies and daddies love each other very much. Evie sneaks past Sarah and clambers up the stairs to find you staring up at the ceiling after only seeing the small cupboard you were trapped in when you closed your eyes, and she gets your attention as she jumps up onto the bed, tugging at the duvet for support.

“What are you doing little lady?” you ask as you slip a protective arm around her.

“Charlie loves you!” she grins happily, “is he my new daddy?”

“Wait a minute… back it up!” you laugh, “how do you know he loves me?”

“He said so!”

“Right...”

“So is he my new daddy?” she asks with pleading eyes.

“Evie,” you sigh, brushing her hair back from her face and squeezing her tightly, “your daddy will always be David, but sometimes people are lucky enough to have another daddy figure in their life; like your real daddy but a bit different.”

“Am I lucky?”

“Of course you are! You’ve got Auntie Sarah and Uncle John, and your best friend Betty!”

“Yeah,” she she exhales contentedly, “but I’d like Charlie as my other daddy.”

“Well, we’ll see what happens… Anyway, I thought you were meant to be making me a cake?!”

She gasps before jumping off the bed and running straight into Sarah who is now standing in the doorway, and she picks her up with a smile before taking her downstairs to begin the baking.

Charlie and John sit opposite one another at the station, looking from the board of suspects to their computer screens anxiously; awaiting the results of fingerprints found on the gas cannisters and tubing to see if there was a match. John was quiet, too quiet, and Charlie knew this was a bad sign as he was usually full of witty remarks and thoughts on the case.

“Do you want a drink Sir?” Charlie asks, finally plucking up the courage to speak.

“No… no I’m fine…” he sighs.

Charlie rises from his seat and slips his jacket on to head down to the canteen, but just as he steps out into the hallway an email comes through and John quickly opens it up to see the results from the forensics team.

“Nelson!” he calls out, “we’ve got a match!”

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[dogboy-willgraham]

Roadtrip

It’s finally finished! At 2,093 words, it might be one of my longest single pieces, and is definitely my longest original piece. This features my characters, Jasper a monster hunter, and his eldritch horror partner Eight. Reblogs make my day, and nice tags/comments/etc. allow you to hold my heart in your hands, and with that, please enjoy Roadtrip.

@lunarmultishine Here it is!

Eight watched Jasper pack his things, nervously tapping it’s fingers against the table. Jasper carefully set weapons under clothing, hiding them as best he could in the suitcase from anyone who might want to look inside. 

Jasper was leaving for another hunt. Eight was used to it, somewhat, it had become a regular part of life at least. It still made Eight nervous when he left, but it was minimal most of the time. Today wasn’t most of the time though, it seemed. 

“Do you really have to take a job so far away?”

Jasper sighed. “It’s not that far, I’ve been farther. You don’t need to worry about me being across the country for a couple of weeks,” 

“It’s...not that...exactly,” Eight said. “I’m worried Jasper, truly. This is more dangerous than usual, I worry about what might happen to you,” 

“You don’t need to. I can handle myself,” Jasper said, a bit defensively. 

“I don’t doubt that a moment darling,” Eight smiled. “Not a moment, but again this isn’t your run of the mill monster-” 

“It’s a monster that will happily drag me into whatever hell-hole it crawled out of and eat me like a prime steak,” Jasper finished for it. “I get that, and I’m still going, and I’ll be fine, I can handle it,” 

“You know I didn’t mean to insinuate that you couldn’t,” Eight snipped. “I’m scared,” It added, softer. 

Jasper flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I just don’t like you worrying over me. Makes me feel like a weight. Don’t like making you worry anyway,” Jasper muttered the last words into the couch cushion.

Eight smiled gently, and sat next to Jasper. “It’s alright,” It said. “I know it won’t make you feel much better, but you’ll have to live with me worrying over you, especially during hunts, it’s my job now,” 

Jasper snorted and flipped over. “Oh good. And what are you getting paid for this?”

“The pleasure of your company,” Eight said. “Your troublesome habits, your kisses, just you in general truly,” 

Jasper blushed and hid his face in his arms. “You...you something,” 

Eight laughed and pulled it’s boyfriend into its arms. “Is that all you have? Something?” 

“I’m not in the state to come up with anything better,” Jasper said, hiding his still flushed face in Eight’s shirt. “Leave me alone,” 

Eight laughed, pulling Jasper even closer. “Heavens, I love you,” 

“I love you too, Eight,” Jasper sighed. 

“I trust you Jasper, I trust that you’ll come home,” Eight said. “But I’ll still worry, very much,”

Jasper sighed deeply. “I’d still like to ease them, if there’s any way I can,” 

“Well, now that you mention it,” Eight grinned. 

“Oh, I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” Jasper groaned. 

“Dearly,” Eight teased. “I would like to come with you this time, to make sure you stay safe,” 

Jasper held back a comment about how he didn’t need someone to make sure he was safe. “Who’s going to watch Majesty then?” 

“Your father?” Eight suggested. “Of course there’s always my dear friend Kady-”

“No, not Kady, never Kady, not ever Kady,” 

“What do you have against her?” Eight asked. 

“I’m afraid Majesty loves her more than me, I feel threatened,” Jasper said, dead serious. “I am not taking any chances,” 

“You’re ridiculous my love,” Eight sighed. “Your father is still an option,” 

Jasper seemed to think for a moment. “We’re actually doing this, aren’t we? You’re coming with me?” 

“If you’ll let me,” 

Jasper let out a small sigh. “I’ll call my dad,” 

Eight grinned. “Thank you darling,” 

“Mph, of course,” Jasper mumbled. “C’mon, we’ve got to get you packed,” 

“I can manipulate reality, somewhat,” Eight said. “We don’t need to pack anything,” 

Jasper stood up. “It’s part of the experience,”

“I don’t think it’s necessary I have the full exp-” Eight was caught off guard by Jasper yanking him up suddenly. 

“Nope, it is entirely necessary,” Jasper said. “You must have the full experience, even if you aren’t human,” 

Eight smiled softly, what was it to not indulge it’s human and their requests? “Alright love, lead the way,” 

“Great,” Jasper grinned a bit, breaking the illusion of burden he had earlier. “Let’s go,” 

-

Roughly an hour later, they had finished packing. The sky was slowly lightening, and it was time to get going, if they were to be within Jasper’s schedule. 

“My dad will be here later to watch Majesty,” Jasper said, climbing into the passenger's seat. “Surprised he even answered this early in the morning,” 

“Great,” Eight smiled. “Are you ready to go?” 

“Yeah,” Jasper said, then immediately added, “Are you sure you want to drive? You don’t have to,” 

“Darling, out of the two of us I’m the one who doesn’t actually need sleep,” Eight said. “I can drive,” 

“I know, I also know you get weird if you sit too long sometimes, I can drive,” 

“I’m sitting either way,” Eight pointed out. 

“You can at least stretch out in the passenger's seat,” Jasper sighed, while being slightly displeased at the idea of how Eight stretched out. He was getting used to it though. 

“I can drive,” Eight repeated firmly. “Try to go to sleep, love,” 

“Alright,” Jasper relented. “I’ll try,” 

“I can put on some of your music if you’d like?” 

“No, just start driving,” 

“Alright love,” 

-

Jasper had managed to fall asleep at some point, and awoke with the sun fully up and in his eyes. Soft music was playing, and Jasper couldn’t quite identify what it was. 

“Good morning darling,” Eight said. 

“Mm, morning,” Jasper yawned. “Where are we now?” 

“Well, we’ve been driving for about four hours now,” Eight began. “I say we’re almost to the next state,” 

“Good,” Jasper said. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Quite well my dear,” Eight smiled. “A bit stiff, but quite well. Not unlike the nights where I watch you while you sleep,” 

“Still sounds as creepy as ever,” Jasper laughed. “But good, I’m glad,” He settled back into his seat. “By the way? What do you have playing?” 

“Oh, it’s an old friend of mine’s music,” Eight explained. “They never got popular, but they were amazing while they were around, it turns out a more than average amount of fingers really helps when playing piano,” 

“What happened to them?” Jasper asked. 

“They were burned for supposedly being a spawn of Satan,” Eight said nonchalantly. “Truthfully, they were, but it was still quite unfair,” 

“When was this?” Jasper asked, more confused. 

“Oh, about a decade ago, odd things do happen in the sparsely populated areas of North Dakota,” 

“So, let me get this straight,” Jasper said. “In a sparsely populated area of North Dakota, a many fingered Satanic spawn began playing and composing piano music, then was burned for being a Satanic spawn? By who?” 

“A few church leaders and a couple of devout followers,” Eight said. “They were quite lucky that it didn’t light any brush or trees on fire, would’ve been a right mess then,” 

Jasper groaned. “This is too much information for me to process, I just got up,” 

“You are the one who asked,” 

“I did not expect this result,” Jasper said. “So I could not have asked for it,” 

“Well, would you like me to change it then?” Eight asked. 

“It’s fine,” Jasper said. “But if you want to, I have a playlist specifically for this,” 

“Of course,” Eight let a tentacle slip out to change the music, and pulled it back into its form. “What have you even put on this one?” 

“You’ll see,” 

As soon as Jasper had stopped speaking, Animal by Neon Trees started playing. 

“I’m usually alone on long drives,” Jasper stated, a bit awkwardly. 

“It’s fine,” Eight smiled. “You should’ve met one of my previous partners, sang such things, quite obscene, for the time at least,” 

“Really?” 

“Quite so,” Eight said. “Still remember them, quite sad they were eaten by an acquaintance of mine. Lovely human, and alright horror. Such a shame they both had to go,” 

Jasper blinked. “Please warn me when you are about to tell me a story that ends like that,”

“You should be used to it by now darling,” Eight teased. 

“It’s still jarring when you just tell me your ex was eaten and then you killed the thing that killed them,” Jasper sighed. 

“Fair enough,” Eight said. “But you also do pull your horrifying tale out of nowhere from time to time,” 

“Still,” 

“I’ll try,”

“Thanks,” Jasper smiled, and Everybody Talks by Neon Trees began playing as they continued on. 

-

“Pull over there, Eight,” Jasper said, gesturing to the gas station off to the right. “We need fuel, and to stretch,” 

“I’m doing fine, we don’t have to-”

“You’ve been sitting for the past six hours, you’ve already pulled out your tentacles twice, as well as another mouth,” Jasper said. “And I need to stand as well,” 

“Alright,” Eight did as asked. 

“I’ll go in and pay, you just stay here and do your thing,” Jaser said as they pulled in. “I don’t think I’d be able to explain if you did it outside,” 

“Fair, go ahead love,” Eight was already deformed the moment the car stopped. 

“Have fun,” Jasper smiled, stepping out and shutting the door behind him. 

-

“Hi,” The clerk greeted Jasper as he walked in. “Welcome to...um, welcome,” 

“Hey,” Jasper said. “I’d like to put fifty on eight,” He set three twenties on the counter, and then a pack of cinnamon gum. 

“Alright, uh, sure,” The clerk, who’s name tag, which was actually a sticky note on top of the actual name tag, read Ethan, took the money and gum. “So...you from around here?” 

“No, travelling for work,” 

Ethan nodded. “Travelling alone?” He asked, not realizing until after that it sounded a bit strange. 

“I’m actually here with my partner,” 

Ethan seemed to perk up at the word. “Oh, that sounds nice. You two going far?” 

“Pretty far, a few states away,” Jasper said. 

“Well, I hope you and your partner have fun,” Ethan smiled. “Here’s your change, and gum,” 

“Thanks,” Jasper smiled, taking the items. “Have a good day,” 

“You too,” Ethan said. “Stop by if you ever come around again, I’d love to say hi to your partner,” 

“Will do, I’m sure it’d love to say hi to you as well,” Jasper waved before leaving. 

- 

“Alright Eight, move over,” Jasper said after he had finished filling up. “I’m driving,” 

“You sure?” Eight asked, reforming. 

“Yeah,” Jasper tossed the pack of cinnamon gum to Eight. “Even got you some gum to help with the long bouts of sitting, managed to find your favorite flavor too,” 

“Oh, thank you love,” Eight smiled. 

“Of course,” Jasper climbed into the car. “You might have heinous tastes, but I love you,” 

“Excuse me, it’s good, you just haven’t tried it,” 

“Wanna bet?” Jasper challenged. “I promise you that if I tried it, it would still be disgusting,” 

“Alright then,” Eight offered a piece of gum to Jasper. “Try it, and if you don’t hate it, you have to kiss me,” 

“If you want a kiss you just have to ask,” Jasper laughed. “But I accept your challenge, if I hate it, you have to accept it’s terrible to everyone with taste,” 

“Accepted,” 

Jasper took the piece of gum and popped it in his mouth. He chewed for a moment, not saying anything. 

“So?” Eight asked. 

Jasper sighed. “I don’t like it, I really don’t...but it’s not the worst thing I’ve tasted,” 

Eight grinned. “That means I have won darling,” 

“You have, you have,” Jasper groaned, then spitting the gum out into a garbage can. “It’s still bad,” 

“Still, it’s not as bad as you’ve been saying,” Eight grinned. 

“You’ve earned your kiss,” Jasper leaned over and kissed Eight softly. “You’ve won,” 

“Mm,” Eight hummed. “Very satisfying victory,” 

“Alright, you’ve had enough of that win,” Jasper laughed. “Let’s get going,” 

“Unfair,” Eight playfully pushed Jasper’s shoulder, but yes, let’s,” 

Poker Face by Lady Gaga began playing as they pulled out of the gas station, and continued on their trip. 

-

They had arrived at the place fourteen hours later, in the dead of night. Eight pulled to a stop in the hotel parking lot, and looked over to it’s sleeping partner. 

“Love, we’re here,” 

Jasper stirred a bit, but didn’t wake. 

Eight smiled. It came around and gently lifted Jasper from the seat, careful not to wake him. 

They could get their bags in the morning.