#i also think people who don’t need to take the reserved seat at the front of the bus should keep it free btw.

[puttingwingsonwords]

thinking about that accessible bathroom poll and ‘there might be other reasons someone needs to use it other than disability and those people should be able to use it also’ and ‘you often can’t tell if someone really needs the accessible bathroom because they could have invisible disabilities so don’t go around judging people who don’t look disabled for using it’ and ‘don’t use the accessible bathroom stall if you don’t need to because it needs to be free for people who actually need it’ are all statements that can and should coexist

also if you’re worrying whether you’re ‘disabled enough’ to use the accessible bathroom you probably are

[yandere-writer-momo]

This was so hard to write so I decided to make it a short story. Love triangles are hard. But enjoy!

Yandere Baki Short Stories: The Friendzone

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Childhood Afab Reader x Yandere Katsumi Orochi

Obsidian eyes shifted toward the door, his leg bounced up and down in anticipation. Where was she? She normally wasn’t late… it was two minutes past her usual time when she would come to see him. Did something happen? Was she okay? Did he need to send some of his men to fetch her?

Kaoru felt so anxious. So anxious. So anxious. So. Anxious.

Kaoru sighed in relief when the familiar form of (your name) peaked her head in the door. Her smile as bright as the sun when they locked eyes. There she was… thank god.

“Did you miss me that much?” (Your name) gave Kaoru a teasing look. “The train took a little longer than normal.”

“I’ve told you that I can just send my men to bring you here so you don’t have to pay for the subway.” (Your name) waved Kaoru off.

“I don’t think it’d go well if some men in suits take me into their fancy car after work. People would think I’m your wife or something.” (Your name) giggled but Kaoru didn’t mind the sound of her becoming his wife. They’ve known each other for so many years now… wouldn’t it make sense to end up with each other? “Just like people think I’m Katsumi’s wife.”

Kaoru felt his mood immediately soured. He couldn’t stand that she was also friends with the karate brat. And the fact that she’s known Katsumi longer than him.

“You don’t always have to make time for me to come see you. I know you’re busy.” (Your name) smiled warmly at him. Her hands fold shyly in front of her.

“I’ll always make time for you, you’re important to me.” Kaoru replied in a soft tone specifically reserved for her.

Emotions were not Kaoru’s specialty. He was what one would call… emotionally constipated. Kaoru could only express his earnest feelings through acts of service and gift giving. And it frustrated him that (your name) was so dense.

Kaoru had tried having relations with other women but he felt as if he was cheating on (your name) the moment one tried to touch him. He was only loyal to his dearest friend who had no idea how much he loved her.

(Your name) lit up at Kaoru’s words. Kaoru was truly one of her closest friends. He meant so much to her.

“And you’re important to me too.” Kaoru’s heart fluttered, his ears turned a bit pink. He knew she meant platonically, but he couldn’t help the excitement that seeped into his heart. He was important to her… they were important to each other. That’s all that mattered to him.

(Your name) took her usual seat in front of Kaoru’s desk while he worked. The yakuza smiled as she made small talk with him. Oh how he wished she could just stay in his compound with him permanently. How badly he wished she’d sit on his lap while he filled out this mountain of paperwork. He wanted her head nuzzled into his chest in the morning while he worked after a night of passionate love making. Kaoru wanted her fingers to travel over the scars on his face while she pressed tender kisses to each one. Kaoru’s fantasies were becoming too much for him to handle.

Day dreams often slipped into his reality, the possibilities of his love being reciprocated danced through his head just as much as her soft voice and gentle mannerisms. Kaoru wanted (your name) so badly… he felt as if he’d snap in a second.

Kaoru nearly jumped out of his skin when (your name) placed her hand on his. His heart pounded in his chest like a bird desperate to escape its cage. She had his full attention now.

“You’re trembling… are you not feeling well?” (Your name) furrowed her brow in concern, her thumb ran over his scarred knuckles in a soothing manner. “I could come another time-“

Hanayama took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips. Kaoru pressed a long kiss to the back of her hand, his dark eyes focused on her shocked expression.

“If it were up to me, you’d be here everyday.” Kaoru whispered into the soft skin of her hand, his gaze never left her eyes. He looked like a predator staring down his prey and she felt so small under him. “You still don’t have a lover, right?”

(Your name)’s face turned a bright shade of red when she tried to glance away from his intense gaze. “I don’t… I have no luck with such things. I’ve been so hopeless, my mother has been looking to match make me.”

Kaoru gently grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to meet his smoldering gaze once more.

“Well why don’t you just-“ a knock at the door interrupted them. Kaoru frowned but reluctantly released her chin. “Come in.”

One of his men came in with a nervous expression. “Hate to bother you, boss. But the business deal didn’t go well. We might have to handle it with a different approach.”

Kaoru nodded at his henchman, the yakuza sent an apologetic look to his (your name). He really didn’t want to call their time together short but work called to him.

“Can we reschedule for tomorrow? I could take you out to dinner?” Kaoru offered (your name) with a smile. This may be his chance to finally convey his feelings for her… they could make it official and finally eliminate the karate brat down the picture.

“Oh I can’t tomorrow, I’ll be hanging out with Katsumi.” Kaoru felt himself mentally deflate like a balloon. His hopes were dashed in an instant. Of course she would be hanging out with the karate brat.

(Your name) instantly noticed Kaoru’s shift in mood so she back tracked. “But I’ll be free on Friday if you’d like to have dinner then.”

“I’ll pick you up around six in the afternoon.” Kaoru told her with a slight smile. It was a date! Kaoru would finally take her out on a date! He was so excited on the inside.

(Your name) gave Kaoru a small smile. She wondered if she made the right choice…

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“(Your name)!” Katsumi practically leapt at the young woman, his arms wrapped tightly around her smaller form. A big, goofy grin on his lips. “I missed you so much!”

(Your name) giggled as Katsumi swung her around in his arms. Katsumi had always been the physically affectionate type of friend since they were children.

“Katsumi, it’s only been a day!” (Your name) squealed when he dipped her down, his nose pressed against hers.

“It felt like a year. You know I don’t like being apart from you for long.” Katsumi whispered with a lovesick grin. His eyes filled with adoration for her. “Why don’t you just move in with me?”

(Your name) reached up and tugged on the blue bandana wrapped around his head which made him laugh. The karateka pulled away with a smile. “Hey! It took me awhile to tie that.”

“I can’t move in with a guy.” (Your name) laughed as she gave Katsumi a smile. “I’m not even married.”

“We’ve been friends since we were eight. Why don’t we just get married?” Katsumi blushed, his palms now a bit sweaty from anticipation. He’s always wanted to marry (your name), even before they became close friends. She was the cutest girl in his grade and she was the sweetest. Wouldn’t it only be natural for them to end up with each other? Katsumi knew he was her best option. “I’m sure our parents would be thrilled.”

“If that were the logic then I’d have to marry Kaoru too.” (Your name) squirmed out of his vice like grip on her. “You both are so silly.”

Katsumi frowned. He hated that she was friends with Kaoru too. He could tell the yakuza held a torch for her and she was none the wiser. Didn’t she know of the danger Kaoru could indirectly put her in? How he was too rough? How Kaoru looked like he’d swallow her whole at any moment?

“But you don’t have a lover.” Katsumi pointed out. “Didn’t you say your mom is planning on match making you with someone? Why not be with someone you’re familiar with?” Katsumi hinted at her to choose him.

Katsumi would keep her safe. His life was pretty stable and he had a supportive family. She’d be comfortable by his side. Katsumi would spoil her rotten with his love. He’d give her the world if she wanted it. All he wanted in return was to give her a baby. Katsumi would give her as many babies as she’d like. As many as he physically could. He craved that domestic life with her more than anything in this world. All she had to do was say yes and he’d show her all the love a man could give a woman.

“You’re funny.” (Your name) giggled. “We’ve been best friends for years, Katsumi.”

“You’re going to another tournament soon, right? I heard the competition is stiff.” (Your name) changed the subject with ease. Katsumi responded with a bicep flex.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t win when I have muscles like these?” Katsumi and her shared a quick laugh. Even after all these years, he was still the same, cocky Katsumi. “Go on ahead. Touch them.”

(Your name) giggled, her hands touch the large muscle with a smile. Katsumi gave her a smirk, then he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “don’t you think I’m husband material?”

(Your name) swatted at Katsumi and giggled. A big smile on her face. “You’ll definitely be a great husband one day.”

Katsumi bit his lip. How could she be so cute and oblivious. The man wore his heart on his sleeve and he made his feelings known loud and clear. Yet she always thought it was a joke. Can’t she see he’s madly in love with her?

The two continued to chat at the cafe. Katsumi would occasionally touch their fingers together whenever he had the chance. He wanted to touch her more. Katsumi wanted her to love him back. It was killing him.

Katsumi smiled warmly at (your name) as she talked, his chocolate eyes never left her face. He was wrapped around her pinky and he had no intention of it being any other way…

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(Your name) threw herself on her bed the moment she was home. The young woman screamed loudly into her pillow to muffle the sound. She didn’t know how much longer she could do this… First Kaoru and now Katsumi… she didn’t want to think about this anymore.

She loved her friends dearly, she truly did, but she knew she couldn’t give them the relationship they desired with her. She just couldn’t give them the romantic love they craved. They were her life-long friends. That was all.

She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she broke one of their hearts. They both deserved someone who could return the magnitude of their feelings and not someone who played with their hearts. (Your name) felt so much guilt.

So she pretended to be oblivious to their feelings. She had tried to let them down gently yet nothing worked.

(Your name) sighed and put her hands over her eyes. How the hell would she get herself out of this mess?

She didn’t realize a timer was ticking for her. That those two men weren’t going to wait any longer for an answer from her. No. They were going to make the decision for her.

Whether she liked it or not, she’d be one of their wives. The loser would have to deal with second best.

[writermai05]

Arsonist's Lullabye

Chapter 4: Build Again

Summary: Zuko has a crazy day at work 

Pairing: Zuko x fem! reader (Live Action or Animated) 

A/N: Surprise! Another chapter, before Friday. I may or may not post two chapters this week, but no promises LMAOO. Not revised because we die like men. As always feel free to leave comments or constructive feedback, as it helps me grow. 

Word Count: 878

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Avatar: The Last Airbender, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. Lots of divergence from the canon story lol. 

Warnings: None I think. 

Today started like any other, utterly uneventful. 

Zuko had gone downstairs into the shop at eight in the morning to prepare for opening. Iroh went into the kitchen in the back and handled most of the cooking. Zuko had previously asked his uncle many times if he needed any help, but Iroh consistently refused. Although, he didn’t quite blame his uncle for that. The first, and last, time that Zuko had been let into the kitchen ended up in flames: literally. He had burnt dozens of fruit tarts and muffins. Admittedly, he was much better at understanding the science behind food, rather than actually cooking it. 

He mopped the floors, wiped the tables, restocked straws and napkins, and prepared the various toppings, boba, jellies, and syrups. He found the process of opening quite therapeutic, no one was around to distract him and he was able to focus on the tasks at hand. 

Fridays were usually their busiest days. The tea ceremony room often had large parties coming in, businessmen having meetings, clubs from the University having events. and of course the front open seating area was full. The Jasmine Dragon was a place where people came and felt welcome, regardless of who they were, and the idea warmed Zuko’s heart. He felt immense pride in his Uncle’s shop. 

Today was busy, but there was no afternoon rush like there usually was. Students sat quietly, typing away at their laptops and wearing headphones to keep any distractions at bay. The tea room had absolutely no reservations for the day. Zuko kept himself busy by grabbing more pastries from the kitchen to sell. 

As he ducked below the counter to put the pastries in the warming oven, he heard the chime of the door’s bell. 

“Welcome! Give me one second..” He called out from below. Once he had finished, he got up slowly, keeping his attention on the warmer before finally addressing the customer. Making eye contact with them, his eyes widened. 

It was Aang. 

Zuko attempted to compose himself, before opening his mouth to speak.

“Hey…What can I get for you?” He said in a rigid way. He cursed himself for his inability to just act normal. 

Though,  Aang wasn’t doing much better. He stood there, eyes also wide. 

“My bad...I thought Iroh would be working the register today.” He said, wincing at his confession. 

“Oh. Well, I…Do you want me to go-” He asked gesturing to his left where the kitchen was. Aang shook his head, eyebrows scrunching. 

“No! No, it’s okay. I don’t want to make this harder.” Zuko nodded, in response, walking back over to the register. 

“Yeah. Um, what would you like to order?” Zuko hasn’t sounded this unsure while taking an order since he was 14. 

“I’ll just get one wintermelon milk tea and a brown sugar boba.” Aang was definitely ordering for himself and Katara. 

“Alright. Any toppings with that?” 

“Just tapioca in both, please.” 

Zuko nodded stiffly, punching the order into the screen. 

“That’ll be 7 silver pieces.” 

As Aang ruffled through his bag pocket and placed the coins on the counter, Zuko waited, hands anxiously moving around. 

“Thank you, I’ll get those out shortly.” 

He turned away as fast as possible, getting the to-go cups, and preparing the boba like Aang asked. ‘What are you doing! This is literally your chance to apologize.’ He thought to himself. He debated what to do for a while before settling. He finished up Aang’s order, ducking below the counter once again to retrieve some pastries for the boy. One egg custard tart, and one red bean cake. He knew Aang liked Egg tarts, but he had no idea what Katara would like. He grabbed a red bean rice cake, considering that it was probably a pretty safe option. 

“Order for Aang!” He called out, placing the pastries onto the counter with the drinks. Aang hurried to the counter, looking at the things Zuko had laid out for him. 

“I didn’t order any pastries…” He said confusedly. 

“...I know.” Zuko said, with a nod, making strong eye contact with Aang. This was his chance.

“I’m sorry. For everything. I know this is not nearly enough for what I did but I hope you at least accept it as a peace offering.” Zuko intently watched Aang’s face, trying to get a read. 

Much to Zuko’s surprise, Aang smiled. 

“Thank you Zuko! This means a lot, really.” Aang smiled, grabbing a bag and straws for the drinks. 

“Hey! Next Friday is Toph’s power disc game. Suki and the Kyoshi colorguard are performing too, with the band. You should come! You can talk to the others.”

Zuko pursed his lips and squinted at Aang. 

“Respectfully, I don’t think that’s the best idea Aang.” He said, helping Aang with the bags. 

“Come on, it'll be fine! I’ll be there and so will one of our new friends Y/n. I think she said that she met you here before.”

Zuko perked up at the mention of you being there. Maybe if he had the support of both you and Aang, it would be easier to get through. 

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.” Zuko said. 

“Great! I’ll see you then. Thanks again Zuko!”

Zuko hoped he wouldn’t regret this. 

[mostlyinthemorning]

Okay tumblr, do you want to hear the story of the time I had a live badger under the front seat of my car?

A few of you have heard this story before, but I feel like you might be okay hearing it again.

So.

Mumblety years ago, my first real job after university was working at a wildlife rescue centre. Basically, people would find injured and orphaned wild animals and they’d call us up and we’d nurse them back to health or raise them until they were grown enough to go back to the wild. Most of the time the patients were birds (robins, so many robins) and small mammals, like squirrels, but occasionally we got a more unusual animal.

One day, this baby badger comes in, he's really small, probably about 6 weeks old. 

Super cute, kind of like this:

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At six weeks old he’s still nursing so we bottle fed him for a few weeks and then eventually, when he started eating solid food like mice, we put him out into an outdoor enclosure. By the end of the summer, he's catching and eating his own food and he's growls super ferociously whenever anyone comes up to the cage.

Ah-ha, we think, we have rehabbed him successfully. He's ready to be released!

The wildlife center isn’t really located in badger habitat, but I was planning to travel to visit my parents, about four hours south, and they lived in the country and had lots of gophers for him to eat. Thus, a plan was born. I would visit my parents, I would take the badger with me, he would be happily released into the wild, and my friend and I would go camping, just to round out the weekend. 

So, my friend (who also works at the wildlife centre) and I happily load our things and our badger into the back of my very small Toyota Tercel. (You see where this is going, I hope.)

My car was like this, but blue.

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You might notice that this is not a very large car. And you’d be right. 

Badger safely stowed in the back seat, we head south. I think it’s important to mention that the badger is in a plywood crate with a sliding wood door that goes up and down as this will be relevant later on.

Now, it’s a blazingly hot day, probably 35C/95F and my little car doesn't have air conditioning. It is hot. Even with the windows down. And the badger is annoyed. We can tell he’s annoyed by the loud and angry growls coming from the back seat. 

Our plan is to stop about 1.5 hours into the trip to visit a bank and a grocery store. The badger doesn’t care about this plan. He’s still very annoyed.

We pull up to the bank, parking in the shade so the badger won't be toasty in the sun, and we go inside. This is before the days of paying with everything with debit cards so we needed cash. We come back out pretty quickly and open the door of the car and immediately there's a problem. The badger is still growling, but now the growls are coming from under the front seat of my car.

We slam the door closed and try to decide what to do. Because we’re going camping, we aren't really prepared for anything other than opening up the door of the crate and watching the badger run away. We don't have any gloves, or a towel, or even so much as a business card saying that we are allowed to have a live badger in our car. As we're standing there, trying to figure out what to do about our predicament, people keep coming up to us to ask if we've locked our keys in the car. (If only!)

I crack open the door of the car a few times, and the badger growls at me every time. Clearly, he lives under the front seat of the car now. We have to do something. It’s still hot, and now we’re behind schedule and we still have 2.5 hours left to drive. 

A guy in a big oilfield truck pulls into the parking spot beside us. Figuring we don’t have a choice, we accost him as he gets out of his truck and ask if he has any gloves we can borrow. He admits that he does, but, of course, he wants to know why.

We explain.

He absolutely refuses to get involved but he agrees to lend us his gloves. Apparently he doesn’t have any reservations about watching two 20-something young women wrestle a live badger as long as he doesn’t have to do it himself. Gloves secured, we open the door of the car.

The growling gets louder.

It's still coming from under the seat.

Now, I don't know if you've ever tried to stick your hand under the front seat of a Toyota Tercel in order to retrieve a live badger. But there's not much room. 

The other thing you should probably know about badgers is that the scruff of their neck is extremely loose so that they can twist around if a predator grabs them. 

All of this is to say that wrestling a badger out from under the seat of your car is vaguely similar to trying to fish an angry, squirmy cat out from underneath your bed, if the cat had 2 inch claws and the ability to completely rotate in its own skin. In a public parking lot. While trying not to attract a crowd of onlookers. 

Finally, after much swearing, we manage to shove the badger out from under the seat, I grab it and slam it back into its crate. 

Whew, we think. At least we fixed that problem. But everything is okay now. Back to the plan!

It takes about five seconds for us to discover that the badger released himself by sticking his claws under the sliding door and lifting it up.

At this point, you probably won’t be surprised to learn that long with our lack of gloves, we also don't have any tools that we might use to fix the door of the crate. But somehow we manage to wedge the door of the crate shut. 

Whew, we think. At least we fixed that problem. But everything is okay now. Back to the plan!

You might be sensing a theme, and you’d be right. With the hindsight of some years since then, we probably should have turned around. Oh, to be 23 again.

It's still 35 degrees.

The badger is still angry.

We still have 2.5 hours worth of driving ahead of us.

We head out on the highway and the trip gains the soundtrack that I can still hear to this day.

Growl, growl, scratch, scratch.

Growl, growl, scratch, scratch.

Growl, growl, scratch, scratch.

We turn up the music. The badger growls louder.

I’m already doing ten over the speed limit. I drive a bit faster. Did I mention that the car doesn’t have air conditioning?

Growl, growl, scratch, scratch.

Thunk. Scratch, scratch. Thunk.

Our gerry-rigged closure on the crate has failed and the badger is sticking his claws beneath the door and lifting up the door. It’s only going to be seconds before a hot angry badger is loose in the car. We’re fifteen minutes from my parents’ house. 

I pull onto the shoulder of the highway and my friend scrambles into the backseat. Putting all of her weight on the sliding door, she holds it down as the badger scratches furiously. I pull back onto the highway, now I’m going twenty over the limit. 

Fifteen long, hot, and exhausting minutes later, we arrive at my parents’ house. I swear the badger's growls can be heard in Ottawa. Gasping a hello to my mom and dad, we lug the heavy crate with the heavy badger out into the field, wanting to release it as quickly as possible.

The growling gets louder. The crate might be the heaviest thing I’ve carried in my life. Staggering through the field, we finally decide we're far enough away from the house. We lift the door of the crate. The badger dashes for freedom—which is to say that it runs ten feet away and turns to look at us. 

Whew, we think. At least we made it here. But everything is okay now. We did it!

Heaving a sigh of relief, we gather up the crate and turn to go back the way we came. 

The badger follows us.

We walk faster.

The badger chases after us, practically at our heels.

We jump across the creek.

The badger launches itself into the water, swimming after us. 

We stop. The badger comes and sits at our feet like the world’s shortest, widest dog. We look at it. It stares back at us. Maybe the badger just needs a moment to consider its life of freedom. We wait. The badger wanders away. We pick up the crate for a second time and try to walk away. The badger is having none of it. It gallops after us. I pick up the wet badger and tuck it under my arm. This is the happiest it's been all day. Clearly, we are not releasing this badger into the wild.

Now, friends, we have a dilemma. We’re four hours from home, it’s getting late, and whatever we decide to from this point forward is going to involve a slightly damp, half-grown badger made of growls.

Our plan, if you can call it that at this point, was to release the badger and then go camping in a nearby national park. This now seems like a bad idea. But we're four hours from home and we have to do something. 

So. 

We decide to take the badger camping. In a moment of prudence, we forgo the national park and choose a nearby provincial park instead. 

We drive to the park. The badger rides on my friend’s lap. There’s no growling.

We set up our campsite. Thankfully, the campground is nearly empty. While we’re setting up the tent, the badger explores the campsite, amusing himself by digging a few holes and making sure to keep us in sight. It was like having a very short, very growly dog who likes to dig.

I’m sure it won’t surprise you in the least if I say that it’s at this point that we realize we’ve forgotten the matches for the stove. 

The nearest town is twenty minutes away. The badger will have to go back in the crate for the journey. The badger is not a fan of this idea. But we get him back into the crate—something that’s a lot easier now that we know he’s not trying to eat us—and we head for town, accompanied by the now-familiar symphony of growling. 

Now, it's been a bit of a day. So I think I should be forgiven for accidentally going over the speed limit on the way out of the campsite. This is, of course, when I get pulled over. Remember, we don't have a single piece of official wildlife-related ID between us, not even so much as a business card. This was before cell phones so we can’t even phone the wildlife center to vouch for us. We're both convinced that this is it, that we're probably going to jail for wildlife smuggling. And the badger is never getting out of that crate. In the backseat, the badger is growling louder than ever. 

The officer comes up to the car window.

The badger growls.

We hold our breath.

The badger growls even louder. 

The officer proceeds to absolutely ream me out for going twenty over the limit. The badger growls at every word. The officer doesn't even acknowledge the badger. I apologize profusely. I promise to never ever do it again. The officer gives me a warning. The badger growls. I drive away very, very slowly.

The next day we drive home and I can't even remember the details of the trip, I think I've blocked it out, but I’m pretty sure we let the badger had free-run of the car. When we got back to the wildlife center, we learned that badgers don't leave their moms until they're a bit older. We put him back in his cage, and about four months later, he digs his way out. And every now and then for about a year after that, people would come to the wildlife centre and say that an overly-friendly badger had come up to them on our nature trail. 

And this is why I always make sure to carry gloves in my car.

THE END

[extinct-fish]

Reaper's Bride Drabble - Cooking with Ryomina

Meanwhile, in the mansion, Makoto was laying on top of Ryoji, the two of them seated in front of a fireplace as Ryoji read Greek mythology to him. Originally, Makoto had no reservations about the smell of almonds, as it was simply another scent. However, in more recent times, he had grown to love the smell, associating the smell of cyanide with the most gentle man he has ever met.

“Ryoji…,” Makoto piped up.

“Hm?” Ryoji hummed.

“Why don’t we cook together?”

“Ah, I’d love to,” Ryoji eagerly accepted, closing his book, “What is your cooking specialty?”

“What?”

“What part of cooking are you the best at? I like baking, but I’m also good at making main courses.”

“I mean… I guess baking isn’t my specialty, since I can’t really figure out how long to time the baking process or something along those lines- my sister’s really good at it, though.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I can teach you!” Ryoji giggled, “I’ve got a bunch of tricks up my sleeve for helping you with baking!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I’ll teach you!”

Ryoji then nudged Makoto, to which the latter got up and helped Ryoji up. The two walked to the kitchen, the laughing table greeting the two with a happy noise. The two got to work, preparing some lunch and snacks.

“I still can’t believe you managed to befriend every shadow here,” Ryoji chuckled as he pulled out a bag of flour from the cabinet.

“Well, I just treat them with respect,” Makoto shrugged, taking a bag of beef chunks from the fridge, “it’s nothing special.”

“You might think it’s nothing,” Ryoji simply tilted his head as he grabbed a collection of spice shakers, “but there’s a lot of people out in the world who would love to abuse innocent shadows.”

“Speaking of shadows, I’ve never really understood what they really are,” Makoto paused as he chopped celery, “well, aside from being monsters.”

“Well, in a way, they represent humanity’s desires, good, bad, doesn’t matter.” Ryoji then pointed at the icebox, “can you get me a couple of eggs?”

“What’re you making?” Makoto asked as he handed the eggs to Ryoji.

“I’m not making it, I’m just preparing the things for Pan De Muertos.”

“Pan de what?”

“It’s Bread of the Dead, basically. It comes from Mexico, usually for Dia De Los Muertos.”

“Now you’re just speaking in riddles,” Makoto joked as he filled the pot with water.

Ryoji simply laughed at Makoto’s quip.

“It’s a little thing that they do to honor the dead, it’s believed the dead would love some bread alongside their favorite dish.”

“Ohh, I guess it makes sense.”

“Kind of like how we put cake with the dead so they can appease Cerberus.”

“Wait- cake?!”

“Yep. Cerberus is a three-headed dog, and dogs love to eat whatever they find, even if it’s not meant for them.”

“Well no shit, I once saw Koromaru eat a hot Takoyaki and just stomach it like it’s nothing.”

“Jeez, my greek-ass can’t handle spicy stuff.”

“Pathetic,” Makoto smirked teasingly.

The two engaged in light-hearted banter as Ryoji wrote down the steps for making Pan de Muertos. Makoto then allowed the stew to simmer, which left him the chance to bake Pan de Muertos.

“Alright, now you know how to measure things?”

“Well duh.”

“Show me, I’ll give you some pointers.”

Makoto then noticed a bowl of a white and fluffy powder that wasn’t flour.

“What’s that?”

“Baking Powder. I don’t have any dry yeast, so I just measured out how much I needed for Pan de Muertos.”

“What’s the measurement on that?”

“Well, baking powder is 1:1 with dry yeast, so that’s about 3.3 grams, give or take.”

“Got it.”

Makoto then measured out the flour, to which Ryoji saw the problem.

“Hold on. Don’t add anything yet, okay?”

“What’s up?”

“In baking, you’ll want exact measurements. Too much or too little can cause problems.”

“Well, how do you handle this little thing?” Makoto asked, pointing at the excess.

“Scrape it off with the back of a knife.”

“You serious?”

“Yep.”

Ryoji then grabbed a butter knife from the drawer, then handed it to Makoto.

“Here. just run the back of this against the edge of that. Trust me, it makes a world of difference.”

“Okay…?”

Makoto then carefully scraped the excess off the measuring cup. Ryoji then nodded, Makoto’s sign to dump the cup into the mixing bowl.

“Can you follow the rest on your own?”

“I guess.”

Makoto then carefully measured out the rest of the ingredients, following the steps. Ryoji worked on making the glaze for the bread, doing so without the written recipe. Once Makoto had successfully made the bread dough, he carefully allowed the bread to rest, to which Ryoji admired the handiwork.

“You’re going to love it, trust me,” Ryoji reassured.

“Well I hope so, I suck at baking!”

“Well, that’s why I’m teaching you,” Ryoji smiled brightly.

God, when did Ryoji become so cute? It was endearing to see Ryoji so wholesome and sweet, and painfully so for Makoto. He went to check the stew, finding it was almost done. He carefully stirred, Ryoji dipping his finger in the broth, earning a slap on the hand from the utensil from Makoto.

“Makoto, I can’t get hurt from a boiling broth,” Ryoji chuckled, “Though your slap hurt.”

“Still, don’t stick your ghostly fingers into the broth, dumbass.”

“Oh, like this?” Ryoji then slipped his hands under Makoto’s shirt and tickled the bare skin underneath. 

“AAAHHH-! RYOJI- YOU’RE TERRIBLE!” Makoto gave a light shove to the god.

Ryoji laughed in response to that, to which Makoto laughed a little. In the past two weeks, Ryoji has never heard Makoto laugh, but god, did he want to hear more of him.

“Mischievous little bastard,” Makoto chuckled.

“But I’m your mischievous bastard. I’m taller than you, so compared to me, you’re the little guy.”

“I will take your kneecaps.”

[writerscornercafe]

Here's the collection of fics from our Discord Secret Santa! Thank you to all the members who participated! 💖

🎄All I know is I'm in trouble (cause the atmosphere's so cold) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed for @onlythesweet

Larry, T, 8K

While on a holiday with his best mate Zayn, Louis meets Harry, who seems to dislike him from the start. It's just his luck he ends up getting stuck on a ski lift with Harry. Except maybe the universe knows better and he really is lucky.

There is also a podfic version available here. Happy holidays!

🎄Mistletoe Cove by @wabadabadaba for @beardyboyzx

Larry, GA, 4K

Once everyone from the competition was gathered in front of the small makeshift stage, the mayor started to thank everyone for coming and participating. He talked about how everyone were winners in his eyes which made Louis want to hurl. Finally, it was time to announce the winner.

“As the manager of Mistletoe Cove,” Liam spoke. “I am so happy to invite the winners of the competition to enjoy a free meal on us.”

“Why is he taking so long?” Harry complained. “Just say it.”

“The winners are…"

or, a small town throws a snowman competition in which two teams are convinced they will be winners of the coveted prize- a reservation to Mistletoe Cove. Only one team can be the winner though, who will it be: Harry Styles and Niall Horan or Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson?

🎄If you ever feel alone (Don't) by @beardyboyzx for @chai-hat-tea

Larry, GA, 9K

Louis is too busy worrying about helping his mum and paying the bills to let himself enjoy his teenage years and hang out with his friends. Enters Harry, who will help him reconcile with his friend and understand the difference between feeling lonely and being alone.

🎄Snow Squalls & Kitty Paws by @littleroverlouiss for @sun-tomato

Larry, GA, 8K

Louis and Zayn own The Future is Meow, a bookstore-slash-cat café, and are spreading the holiday cheer to their customers this Christmas Eve. A few morning snow flakes turn into a full-blown blizzard and before they know it, the safest place for them and their employees to spend the night is the bookstore.

Shop regular and object of Louis’ affections, Harry, is also snowed in with them— as is another man who Harry seems more than friendly with.

Will it be a Christmas miracle if Louis survives the snow squalls, a seemingly unrequited crush, and a curmudgeonly tortoiseshell cat?

🎄Storm Warning by @restless-rebels for @lululawrence

Larry, Teen and Up, 4K

What makes you think he’ll listen to me? He hasn’t for the last few ye-” Harry was suddenly cut off when Remi jumped from her seat on him and took off with the rest of the dogs, pulling Harry so harshly that he landed hard on the ground, his face pressing right against the hard day old snow.

“Haz? Harry? What happened? You stopped talking all of a sudden.” Liam yelled into the phone, clearly frantic.

Harry scrambled to his feet and held the phone up. “I’m fine, I gotta go!” He shouted and ran to catch up to the dogs who were currently jumping around a man, holding his small puppy close to his chest. He breathed harshly as he caught up and put his hands on his hips. “Everyone, heel!”

Immediately, the group laid on the ground and stared up in excitement at the dog in the man’s arms. Harry rushed to collect the leashes and held them in a tight grip, even though they were looped on his wrist. “I’m so sorry about them! They normally don’t rush other dogs, especially when they’re on their leashes..”

“Yea, well maybe you shouldn’t bring so many to the park at one time.” The man chided and looked Harry up and down. “Isn’t there a rule about it or something?”

🎄Louis' "Harry" Christmas by @chai-hat-teatea for @tommokat

Larry, M, 9K

Louis can't go to his family for Christmas because he injured himself. Harry, the wonderful friend that he is offers to take him back to his house. Cue in the confusion and chaos of family, Christmas, and their feelings.

🎄Silver-White Winters by lululawrence for @beelou

OT5 Relationship, NR, 9K

Liam Payne had learned many things as a bartender. He'd learned when people needed to talk, or when they needed a gentle smile. He now knew when they wanted advice or someone to just agree with them. He also had come to recognize when someone was past the limit and needed to be told no.

But when it came to holidays, Liam had learned that when people came into the Neighborhood Pub alone on Christmas Eve, it was for a reason.

Niall, Zayn, Harry, and Louis all definitely have their own reasons for showing up at Liam's bar alone on Christmas Eve. With the help of a surprise winter storm, none of them will have a reason to be alone for long.

🎄Ho Ho Hopefully by safetyfilm for @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Larry, Teen and UP, 5K

Attached to the gift, just under the bow, was a paper tag, and Harry wished desperately that he could write his own name there. ‘To Louis, from Harry.’ What a dream that would be.

He’d grown fond of Louis over the time that he’d been watching him, wishing that he could be part of Louis’ life, of his world, regardless of the fact that the only thing Harry had ever known was working for Father Christmas—or Nicholas, as he’d preferred to be called.

The one where Harry is an elf in Santa’s workshop, and Louis is one of the humans he’s been assigned to.

🎄Christmas Pretenders by @larryatendoftheday for @littleroverlouis

Larry, Teen and UP, 4k

When Niall convinced Louis to come home with him for the holidays as his fake boyfriend, he never expected he’d run into the loveliest man he’d ever seen.

Or, a twist on the fake-dating for the holidays fic, where the real love interest is the fake-boyfriend’s best friend.

🎄'Sno(w) Joke by @sun-tomato for @londonfoginacup

The last thing Louis wanted was to get stranded on his birthday. But perhaps it was exactly what he needed.

Featuring a snow storm, a library, and a very grumpy Harry Styles.

🎄Baking Spirits Bright by @beelou / Cherrylarry for @wabadabadaba

Lirry, G, 2k

“Hello, and welcome to day 20 of our Advent Series! I’m Harry Styles and this lovely man on my right is Liam. Say hi, Liam,”

“Hi, Liam!” Liam waves at the camera with a grin.

Harry rolls his eyes with a fond smile. “Alright so today we’re making hot chocolate! Different recipes from all over the world. Mexico, Italy, France, and Brazil.”

🎄While the Moon is Bright by @tommokat for @larrieblr

Larry (Girl Direction), Teen and Up, 1K

Refusing to be the only one over 25 at her family's annual Christmas party, Harry turns to a speed dating event to find the perfect date. Too bad said perfect date hates Christmas.

🎄Odd Dogs by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry for @restless-rebels

Ziall, G, 3k

Zayn is not a dog person. Zayn does not understand dogs. He doesn’t know why they do what they do.

Yet here he is, at the doors of the Allegheny Dog Rescue, staring in at an odd dog and a blue eyed boy.

🎄Snow on the beach by @onlythesweet / onlytheclouds for @larryatendoftheday

Larry, G, 9K

Louis Tomlinson is a busy man.

When he travels to his mother's new smalltown for Christmas, nothing goes as planned. He's starting to think he might be cursed…

Especially when this one guy, Harry Styles, keeps showing up everywhere he goes, doing every single job in town.

[rreskk]

Hello ! Do you still make story with Michael ? I saw a last post where you said you did, but i don't know if it's still on

If you still doing it, what about Michael who's going to a coffee shop for chilling because Amanda upset him another time and the only sit available is next to Reader. They start talking aaaaand flirting. Finish in Reader's apartment with a dom Michael 👀

A/N: I'm always open to write about other GTA V characters! :))

Summary: Michael is in need of some company and found the perfect person.

TW: Smut

Michael took off his glasses and inspected the small café that sat in between two large buildings. He moved open the entrance and the sound of plates clattering and people chattering alarmed him of the increased population amongst the small café. He frowned at the displeasure of being out of a peaceful environment but decided this was better than seeing Amanda again.

The retired criminal slowly observed any vacant seats; finding one that faced you. He was hesitant considering you had your headphones on, reading a rather large novel. He was going to turn back but a waiter kindly spoken and raised attention of the empty seat, also managing to distract you so you had the pleasure of watching Michael try and ease his way out of the café.

You noticed he was finding it difficult accepting the seat because you seemed to not want disturbance.

“I’m not busy at all,” You called out to the man. “You can take this seat, I don’t mind.”

Michael’s tense face hadn’t changed. He didn’t speak another word but painfully sat himself down. The table was small and you were practically breathing on each other.

“I know what you are thinking,” You imputed. “This place is too small for over 50 customers.”

He breathed out a chuckle. “You couldn’t be more right.”

You assumed the conversation wasn’t going to stop and you had closed your book. Michael glanced sneakily at the front cover before smiling widely and pointing. He immediately recognised his favourite piece of literature that evolved into a gangster movie from the 1940s.

“The silent man! I love that movie!”

His outburst startled you a bit. He seemed reserved at first, almost antisocial that you couldn’t imagine him beaming so brightly.

“Oh, yes! Yes, of course,” You chuckled. “Classic movie, but also a classic book. I’m rereading it for the hundredth time.”

Michael’s body sprawled out more comfortably that he had forgotten he came in here for coffee.

“I don’t read but I must say, I’d gladly read that book.”

His remark made you hum thoughtfully.

“I suppose you could be a good movie critic.” You sarcastically joked with a side smirk.

Michael’s smile was covered by his hand as he looked deeply into your eyes. While you sipped your own hot drink, he inquired another question. This time, he wasn’t curious, he was testing you.

“What is your favourite movie?”

You fell silent as you processed your favourites in your head. It was a hard decision and you began giggling out of pressure.

“I can’t say I have just one.” You concluded.

He sat back. “Pick as many as you want. I’ll probably know them.”

You first impressions of him consists of a intense movie addict. His dark eyes and gloomy expression would predict he’s just about on his last straw, yet he is still so confident and cocky.

“The silent man… Gary Trench, and 1926 Vinewood Gangster series called Evermore.” You listed out precisely.

Michael’s face brightened when he recognised all of those movies. He laughed out loud and clapped his hands. While he laughed, you could smell his breath and identify him being a smoker, while also smelling aspects of whiskey.

“Oh man, if only I could show you to my wife! She does not believe people watch 1920 Gangsters.” He remarked.

The subject of his wife suddenly tore apart your occurring interest to him. Your energy dilated and you smiled awkwardly at his statement. How could him being married affect you so much that you were pondering reasons to leave? You’d constantly tell yourself to get a grip as he rambled on about his argument with his wife that apparently happened this morning. That was when he looked at you and smiled cheaply

“I assume you can’t relate?”

You gazed confusingly as he cleared his throat and apologised for the lack of clarity.

“I assume you are not married?” Michael corrected himself.

You quickly shook your head. “Oh, no. I’m not married.”

He soon dug a deeper hole in the subject. “Are you single?”

Your cheeks grew red. This guy looks about 40, clearly a dad, clearly in a failed marriage, and you have the hots for him? Sadly.

“Yes.” You admitted.

Michael nodded and seemed to engage in his own thoughts.  

He opened his mouth to speak again. “Are you not looking for a relationship? Sorry, I’m just surprised that a girl like you ain’t got a boyfriend or husband,” He licked his teeth. “You are very pretty after all.”

You wanted to cuss at him for making you feel more frustratingly heated.

“That’s very kind of you but… You are still married.”

Michael went wide eyed after realising.

“Shit, yeah sorry,” He sheepishly apologised. “We just haven’t been getting along for the past few years. I doubt we’ll last in this marriage.”

You crossed your eyebrows and reached for his hand in a comforting manner.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

The man returned your gesture before finding himself attracted to your eyes. He tried to focus on something else but struggled to. He really found you interesting and came to the conclusion that he wanted to have your name.

“Excuse my manners, I don’t seem to know your name.”

You took a sip from your coffee. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Michael. It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N.” He’d compliment and you’d blush pathetically again.

A waiter approached your table and held out a notebook, asking Michael what he wanted to drink or eat. He dismissed the worker and you questioned his actions.

“You didn’t want anything to drink?” You asked

“I wanted to, but I’ve found talking to you to be more pleasurable.”

What did that even mean? You didn’t want to take it the wrong way. Something about his charming smile. Fuck his charming smile… You couldn’t resist him. Even though he looks like nothing different to what you see on a daily basis, his personality had held a chokehold on you since he took interest in your novel.

“Hey, Michael.”

He hummed.

You took a deep breath. “I have somewhere to be later tonight. I can take you back to mine? We can share a drink.”

The man inspected you. “You sure?”

You could easily protest your need for him right now, but you luckily held a grudge.

“Of course, no big deal.”

Michael raised from his seat and gave you a slow blink. He was obviously a paranoid man. You’ve noticed how he’d glance at anyone walking past when talking. He’d sit like he was expecting someone to randomly attempt an assassination.

“Did you walk?” You’d attempt to lighten the mood.

He nodded and you pulled out your car keys, offering to give him a ride which he weirdly accepted.

While you began driving downtown, conversation grew more loud and active. Michael was talking again. He was explaining his impression of the 1980 intake of movies, as it made a big impact to industry. You made am assumption that crackled him up. While he’d chuckle, his hand slid onto your knee, edging towards your thigh. You had said something about it but Michael would shrug it off, saying “you seemed like you needed to relax” and carried on smoothing your thigh. He was wrong. You were perfectly calm until he pulled that stunt. Now you were a blushing mess.

“Michael.” You warned as he grew adventurous. His fingers were barely scraping your crotch area.

He hushed you for a moment before justifying himself.

“Don’t speak. Let me relieve you.” His voice was strong and dominating. This guy has wife and kids, and you are letting him exploit you in such ways. It made you grow more and more horny knowing this.

You’ve managed to make it to your apartment but when the door closed, his hands were on you faster than bullets.

Michael groped your skin and fondled your neck with his teeth. You pushed him towards your bedroom before the man attacked your lips, making you both fall upon the sheets.

“Michael-“ You gasped when he exposed your breasts and tickled them with his tongue.

He held a hand over your mouth and whispered in your ear. “Desperate for me?”

You nodded and held him close; whimpering when he’d leave space between your bodies.

“Let me hear that pretty voice again.”

Michael forced a finger into your mouth, grinning when you’d suck and taste it. His trousers were torn off the second you unbuckled his belt and you gasped. His dick was hugely erected. It shivered and twitched when you’d make contact with his cold skin, yearning to be in warmth, yearning to be inside you.

“Open your legs.” He ordered.

You spread them like an obedient dog. His dick lined with your throbbing entrance and he thrusted that your skins slapped together. You screeched and moaned for more.

“Moan louder for me, baby,” He whined, hands gripping on your hips as he’d increase his speed. “Oh fuck, fuck.”

He was ruining your insides so perfectly. Every hit, you’d combust into stages of ecstasy. Every groaning and moaning grows louder and needier. Michael began panting so hard he was hovering over you, lips touching yours as you’d kiss while he utterly fucked you.

“Fuck me,” You whispered against him. “Fuck!”

“Yes, fucking yes! Baby!”

You grew itsy under his grasp and edged into his nude body, wanting to cum so badly.

“I need to!-“ You wailed before he thrusted and abused your G spot; losing control of your orgasm that you came all over his dick and bedsheets.

Michael gasped when the warm liquid cakes him. His arms shook and he’d collapse beside you, coming all over your stomach and breasts; hissing like he was in pleasurable pain.

You grasped his hand and panted. “Oh fuck, that was so good.”

He stared at the ceiling, sweat drooling from his hairline and back. He looked bewildered and astounded. Michael looked at you as if he hadn’t had good sex in years. The shameless proud expression covering his weak face.

“I wish I’d have met you 10 years ago.” He proclaimed and you chuckled.

“Only for you.”

[crazyunsexycool]

Meeting the girl in the picture

40s!Steve Rogers x 40s!Reader x 40s!Bucky Barnes

Word Count:5.2 k

A/N: This story isn't perfect by any means but I heard the phrase meeting the girl in the picture somewhere and I got this idea. I hope you enjoy. Also there is a picture of Steve and Bucky in the story it seems like an edit but I’ve had it in my phone for a while so I don’t know who to give credit to, if you see it and you know where it came from please let know so that I can give proper credit!

Warnings: angst, fluff-ish I guess, happy ending

Masterlist

A flyer was shoved into your hand as you walked out of one of the few stores in your small home town. You look at it briefly before looking back up at your best friend.

“Lottie what is this?”

“Y/N did you forget how to read in the last 30 seconds?” She rolls her eyes before scanning her own copy of the flyer. “It’s a request for pen pals for soldiers overseas. It’s a neat idea and we should write out some letters. Says here all we have to do is write as many letters as we want and use this address right here.” She points at what she’s referring to before looking back at you, noticing the uncertainty. “Oh come on and do this with me, please?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with a stranger knowing where I live. What if they come back and track me down?” 

“Will you live a little? These men are fighting to protect us, the least we could do is send them a letter thanking them for their service. Oh come on Y/N say you’ll do it with me, please?”

“Fine. But I’m only writing two letters. I have enough to do at home without having to keep up with so many people.” You huff as you continue down the sidewalk and your best friend squeals with excitement. She grabs your hand pulling you along to head back to your car. 

That evening you sit at your dining room table with some paper and a pen trying to figure out what to write to a complete stranger. But there is not much to tell, you don’t have family you can talk about and you doubt they would even care. How can you really write a letter to a stranger? Your fingers tap the table repeatedly as you think of how to start this letter. Sighing you decide to just go for it.

You wrote that on a second piece of paper and folded it so that it fit in the envelope that had the address already written. With both letters done you place them by the small table next to your front entrance with the intention of meeting up with Lottie and taking them down to the post office. You could only hope that the men that receive these letters aren’t creepy. It would be nice to have some friends outside of the small town you call home, it would give you a chance to go into the big city, if they were from New York. 

The next morning you are greeted at the door by a very excited Lottie. She has her long red hair pinned up and away from her face, her favorite dress and comfortable shoes for the shift you both have at the store. You had been born months apart and were inseparable ever since. Somehow your personalities were polar opposites but you balanced yourselves out. While she was outgoing, you were reserved. She was tall and modelesque. You were on the shorter and curvier side. Not that the boys minded while you were in school you received just as much attention as your best friend. What you both had in common was that you were fiercely loyal to each other and always managed to get in trouble. 

She grabs your hand and starts heading down your waiting car. Saying a quick goodbye to her parents over your shoulder you let her drag you along.

“Lottie slow down, I have little legs.” You complain. 

“We’ll worry about your legs later. We have to get into town if we want to send these out on time.” She opens the passenger’s side door as you walk around your car and get in the driver's seat. It’s a quick ride to the post office and the letters are quickly processed, now all you have to do is hope that your letters find their way to a soldier who needs it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Rogers, Barnes you got mail.” Someone says as they hand out letters out to other soldiers. 

They look at each other confused. If anyone would get a letter it would be Bucky since Steve has no one back home who would write to him, no one really even knew he was in the military now. With their curiosity piqued they make their way to the soldier that had called them. 

“Here you go.” They’re each given an envelope. They look at each other since they don’t recognize the name on the envelope.

“This can’t be for us, we don’t know who this is.” 

“It’s part of the pen pal program. I signed you up, thought you could use a distraction in between missions. Maybe you’re lucky and a pretty dame is writing to you.” Howard says as he walks over to them. 

“We don’t have time for letters Stark, we have to focus on the missions.” Steve says with a slight frown.

“Just read the letter. If you don’t like it, don't reply or give it to someone else.” He waves them off as he heads into his lab.

“What’s the harm in reading it Stevie? Come on.” Bucky says from beside him.

The letter was short but it felt nice to receive something. Steve had no one, except the occasional letter that Mrs. Barnes sent to him now that she knew he was fighting alongside her boy. As for Bucky he received letters from his mother and his sister but he never really told them the horrors he had seen. He couldn’t do that, placing the burden of the nightmare he was sure to have the rest of his life on them. They both saw it as an opportunity to write to a stranger. Someone that didn’t know Steve was Captain America, she could get to know the real him. The one that had been lost to the whole show monkey he had been turned into. And Bucky could talk to someone that couldn’t judge him, because they didn’t know who he was before the war. So they each found some paper and sat at a table together to write you a letter back.

~~~~~~~~~

You were surprised when you checked your mailbox a few weeks later to find two letters waiting for you. By the time you were done reading the first one, you had decided that you would write them another letter. You know how it felt to have no family so if you could cheer someone up with something as simple as a letter you would do it. It’s not like you had much to do at home other than going to work a few hours a week at the general store and spending time with Lottie. 

After you read Bucky’s letter you grabbed Steve’s confirming that they were friends as they had mentioned each other in the letter. After doing some cleaning around the house you sit back down with paper and pen ready to reply to them both. 

For the following few months you spend most of your time either waiting for the mail or reading their letters and responding. With Steve you share your own story of loss, with your mother having passed when you were just 15 and your father a year ago. Also challenging him on the fact that the sunset looked better from your porch than from any fire escape in the city. Bucky loves talking about his favorite books and all of the things he wants to do once he gets back. They both learn of your love for knitting, something you learned from your grandmother and wanting to visit New York City more. You’ve learned quite a lot about the pair, like the fact that they have known each other since they were very young. How Steve was always getting into fights and Bucky always had to come to his rescue. It was bittersweet to think of how they would deal if something happened to the other?  Whenever you missed them, which was all the time, you went through the dozens of letters you had and reread them. 

As the Christmas season was approaching you were able to send them some gifts, a sketchbook and charcoal for Steve and a copy of the Hobbit for Bucky. He spoke about how he loved it so much that you bought a copy for yourself and even told him how much you were enjoying the story. They were small gifts but Steve and Bucky had become very important to you. You had sent them early enough and hoped they would get there by Christmas. You also sent them a picture of you, one each. They hadn’t requested it but you thought it was time for them to see you. It wasn’t anything fancy, some close ups Lottie took of you, your hair curled with flowers pinned in it, with vines as a backdrop. You wore your mother’s earring and necklace and a big smile graced your lips. Lottie made sure to take a few so that you could send each of them a picture, tucked into the letter.

While your friendship with the boys developed, Lottie had her own so-called friendship with a soldier of her own. She was absolutely smitten with him and he promised that as soon as he made it home he would find her so they could officially meet in person. It ended up being sooner than expected. You had been over at her house, having dinner with her and her parents like you normally did on Sundays when you heard the knocking on the door. She moved quickly to get to the door and the gasp you heard had you moving. 

At the door was a man dressed in a military uniform, dark hair perfectly coiffed with matching dark eyes. You knew it was him, Daniel, he had somehow sent her a photograph of himself while overseas. The first thing that came to mind was why he was there if he should be back there but then you noticed the crutches. As you looked down you noticed he was missing a leg. You knew Lottie didn’t care about something like that and the matching smiles on their faces was the proof. Her parents moved around you to greet the man that had stolen their daughter’s heart and for just a moment for the first time in your life you were jealous of your friend. She had her soldier with her, she knew he was safe. You on the other hand hadn’t heard from Bucky or Steve in weeks, even before you sent the last letters. It was to be expected but still they had become such an important part of you that you were worried they had been injured or worse. 

“Y/N?” Lottie’s voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Yeah.” 

“Forgive her Danny, she has her own soldiers she worries about.” She mentions with a smile. 

“Really? Who are they? Maybe I’ve fought alongside them.” He gives you a small smile.

“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.” You tried to keep your hopes down. What were the odds that they knew each other? 

“Steve and Bucky?” At the mention of their names your breath hitches. “Well they’re the reason I’m standing here today. They saved my life and the life of a few hundred soldiers. Unstoppable those two and the howling commandos.” He smiles at you but you can see in his eyes he’s reliving those moments. 

“When was the last time you saw them?” You ask.

“About two weeks ago, they headed out for another mission. They stopped by the hospital to check on a few of us before they left. They’re the kindest and bravest men I’ve ever met.” 

“Thank you.” You smile at him as you grab your coat and purse, heading towards the door. “I think I’ll head home now Lottie. It was nice to meet you Daniel and I’m happy you’re home.” 

There was a little bit of comfort knowing they had been okay two weeks ago. As you make it to your driveway you stop to check the mailbox after having been out of your house all day. With the knowledge that they were out on a mission you doubted there would be anything waiting for you but to your surprise there are two letters and your heart flutters when you see their handwriting on the envelope. 

With the letters in hand you quickly make your way into your home and sit at the table. 

You smile as you finish reading it. Of course you want to meet him, meet both of them, in person. Bucky’s letter is already in your hand and you carefully open the envelope. As you unfold the paper a picture falls out and a small gasp leaves your lips. On the back it has their names scribbled and now you finally know what they look like. 

You laugh towards the end of the letter but truth be told there was something that didn’t sit right with you about this longer mission. Hope was the only thing that you could cling to. 

From that night on worry would consume your every waking moment. You knew they wouldn’t be able to send anything for a while but it still didn’t stop you from checking the mailbox everyday. Although they said not to mail any letters to them you still wrote them. The moment you received your first letter you would send all of yours to them. Most of them were boring, you wrote about some things that needed to be fixed around your family home or the job at the general store. You also informed them about Lottie and Daniel and how they were now in a relationship. Daniel had decided to move out to this small town when the time was right. For the moment he would travel from the city down and back. 

You kept their picture with you at all times, an involuntary smile appeared anytime you looked at it. It had been two months since the last letter and still no word from either of them. With every passing moment dread pooled in your chest as you awaited for any news. At best they really were just going from mission to mission without having time to write or a way to send a letter. At worst they were lying in a field somewhere in Europe forgotten as the war raged on. 

Your worst fears would come true sooner than you hoped.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You cried the whole night and the next day, you were completely inconsolable. Lottie stayed with you the whole time and held you as you broke down in her arms. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been weeks since you received the letter from Howard. The war had been won and you had no news on the two men that held your heart. Adding to the ache of loss Lottie and Daniel got married and she would be leaving for her honeymoon. You had never spent so much time away from each other. The wedding had been beautiful but all you could do was think of the soldiers that you’d most likely never meet in person.

You stood on the porch of your best friend’s home. Saying your goodbyes and wishing the happy couple a safe trip. Their plan was to take a train into the city and then figure it out from there.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Lottie says as she hugs you.

“I’m going to miss you more.” 

“Take care of yourself will you? I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Of course, and I’ll come by and check on your folks every once in a while.” you smile at her as you fix her hair. 

“Well we better get going before we miss the train.” 

You watch as Lottie’s father puts the suitcases in the trunk of his car. “Wait.” you say as you rush down the few steps, your keys in hand. “Take my car.” 

“No we couldn’t do that. How will you get around?” 

“I’ll figure it out, don't worry.”

“I can drive her to the general store and pick her up until you get back.” her father offered with a kind smile.

“You see, now here you’ll be more comfortable in the car.”

“Ok, we’ll take good care of it I promise.” 

Lottie’s father moves the suitcases to your car and you wave them off as they pull away from the driveway before disappearing down the road. You spent some time with the older couple asking them how they felt that their only daughter is now a married woman and if they were excited at the possibility of grandchildren. When the time came you said your goodbyes for the evening before heading out. They had offered to drive you home but you assured them that you wanted to walk to clear your mind. By the time you got home all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and maybe reread some of their letters. Your favorites you kept on your nightstand for occasions like this. 

After reading one or two while laying in bed you wiped away a stray tear as you thought about Steve and Bucky and what could have happened to them. No other letter was sent and you convinced yourself that Bucky didn’t make it and that Steve became reckless. 

In your emotional exhaustion you must have dozed off because the morning sun was gone and by the clock in your room it was 3:00 pm. But something woke you up and for a moment you thought you made it up. Then there was the faint sound of footsteps on your porch and you move to the window to look out towards the long drive way that connects to the street. You narrow your eyes as you look at the figure in an Army uniform walking away from your home, you gasp.

“Steve?” you whisper as you begin to run out of your room, down the stairs toward the front door and yank it open. “STEVE!” you yell and he stops and turns before starting to move towards you. You ran down the steps and your body collided into his as he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up in a hug. Your arms were around his neck and your face was tucked into his neck as silent tears stained your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I should have written to let you know everything was ok. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He hugged you tighter as he let the realization that he was finally holding you in his arms sink in. It’s the only thing he’s thought about since he started receiving your letters. “Y/N? Sweetheart, are you ok?” 

“Yeah, I’m ok.” you say pulling back and finally getting a good look at him before shoving him lightly. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 

“I wasn’t thinking clearly, I can’t begin to understand how worried you must have been. Will you be able to forgive me?”

“I’ll think about it.” 

His ocean blue eyes were looking back at you with adoration and guilt. He was truly handsome and then he smiled and you thought your heart might explode. He places you back down and he wipes away a few tears.

“We were going to stop by the general store if we didn’t find you here.” He says while keeping his hands around your waist.

“We?” 

“Yeah us.” He smiles again and he moves his gaze from you toward the car and you follow it. Leaning against it was Bucky with a small smile on his face as he looked at you with nothing but affection. He looked shy, which was not the Bucky you knew from the letters. You smile at him and move quickly until you’re standing in front of him. It’s when you notice his left arm in a sling and you cautiously move to give him a hug. His right arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you in. 

“Hi Sugar.” He whispers into your ear.

“Bucky.” you manage to choke out. “The letter that your friend sent said you were in the hospital. That it wasn’t looking good.” You pull back to look at him, your hands cup his face gently.

“I did say I’d take you dancing didnt I?” He smiles at you. 

“Are you ok?”

“The doctor says I might have some limited mobility but I should be fine.” 

“He’s tougher than he looks sweetheart.” Steve says from behind you. 

“Did you do this for the picture?” You look over at Steve. 

Steve laughs and instantly it’s one of your favorite sounds. There is some amusement in his voice when he answers, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“No I didn’t but my picture is missing. I might have to go through his things.” 

“You hear that Sugar, I’m standing here injured and he’s accusing me of stealing.” Bucky says in mock offense as he pulls you into his chest again.

“Ok you two, don’t start.” You beam at them. “Let’s go inside, I'm sure you’re both tired.” 

Bucky offers you his right arm and you take it as Steve walks beside you until you’re at the front door. You usher them into the living room offering to make them something to eat both they assure you they aren’t hungry. So you make some coffee instead and plate up some cookies as they get comfortable. You were about to take a seat in the armchair until they both patted the empty space between them.

Your body moved before your brain could decide and you found yourself sandwiched between both soldiers. 

“Sugar,” Bucky’s voice is gentle. “We are so sorry for not writing to you these last few weeks. It wasn’t because of you or anything I swear.” 

“Well Bucky was in the hospital and because of the unit we were in we had more things to finish up before we could leave. And we know that it’s not a good enough reason and we understand if you don’t ever want to see us again. We just wanted to see you in person at least once.”

You look at Steve and then at Bucky with unshed tears in your eyes. 

“Please say something, anything.” Bucky says. 

“I’m just glad you’re safe and that this war is finally over.” You say before leaning into Bucky’s side, hiding your face in his chest while your hand holds Steve’s. After some time you moved and hugged Steve again. You talked about what had happened since the last letter they sent, how they had just missed meeting Lottie. The conversation moved from the living room to the kitchen as the sun started to get lower in the sky. They insisted on taking you somewhere but ultimately you won after asking when was the last time they had a proper home cooked meal. 

The conversation over dinner was easy, they talked about the pranks they pulled on each other and their friends while overseas, you told them of the trouble you used to get into with Lottie when you were younger. Bucky told you about how his mother and sister were. Steve explained how he got into the army. Being with them felt like you had known each other your whole lives.

Before you knew it the coffee table was moved to the side, music was playing and your head was resting against Bucky’s chest while you swayed in the middle of the living room. Both men take turns to dance with you and more importantly telling you how they felt. Steve kissed you first. It was soft and sweet just like him. There was no time for you to process what was happening when you felt Bucky’s lips on yours, his kiss was sweet and passionate. It was the perfect way to end the night.

When you realize what time it is, it’s too late for them to go to the small hotel in town and get a room so you offer them the guest rooms. Spending one night turned into a week, the week turned into a year and a year turned into a lifetime. There were highs and lows since your relationship wasn’t a conventional one but you would never change the love you’ve shared or the birthday parties, holidays and vacations. You, Steve and Bucky watched your children grow up and live their own lives. 

Now you sat on the porch like you had so many times before, your legs were on Steve’s lap while you rested your back against Bucky’s chest. Even in your older age you couldn’t help but admire the men that gave you the best years of your lives. Their hair had more gray than the blond and dark brown they used to be, their full beards with the same gray peppered in but they still had that brightness in their eyes that you fell in love with. You were reminiscing about when you first met. How it had all started with a letter. Bucky and Steve told you that in the moments when they thought they wouldn’t make it you were what helped them push forward. 

It was rare that they talked about their time during the war but they assured you that out of all of the missions they completed, meeting the girl in the picture had been the most important.

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Kick Ass not Kiss my Ass!

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Fem!reader

Characters: Kenny Roper, Walt Finnegan, Dale Douglas, Jake Bradford, Fem!reader, Glen McReynolds, Jay Niles, Alex Brumley, Tyrone Plummer, Billy Autrey, Willoughby

Warnings: SMUT (DNI 18+), pussy eating, blowjob, cowgirl position, reader giving off dom vibes, Finn giving off sub vibes, straight up smutty things, Reader deals with bitches (doesn’t go into too much detail), Finnegan has a crush but doesn’t realize it, Terrifying trio (Roper, Glen, and Finnegan), Reader showing off her bartending skills (even though she’s not a bartender), Roper and Finnegan are little shits, Reader might be a bit of a moody bitch, all she needed was a little bit of (Finnegan) love, Finnegan jokes about their kid and Roper murdering him if he ever found out, Roper and reader call each other names (but it’s all good), everyone knew they we’re gonna get together

Word Count: 4,872 

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You grab the last box with a mental reminder to kick your cousins’ ass next time you see the overly cocky boy (because he is no man). 

You slam the trunk closed and start heading towards the house... until he comes back. 

“How many times have I told you to watch out, dumbass! Before I kick your ass!” You kick his front bumper, glaring at him. 

“You mean today,” her cousin smiles at her. 

“Shut up, Roper.” 

“Someone write that down,” he says over his shoulder. 

“That’s number four, so far,” Finnegan (the annoying one from the phone) adds. She clenches her jaw. 

“Just watch yourself, alright?” 

“You got it.” 

You roll your eyes and head inside. 

“You sure you can carry that all by yourself!” Roper shouts, leaning against the car, letting Jake and Dale out while Plum gets out from behind Finnegan’s seat. 

“I’ve been caring your career on my back ever since we were five! I’d say I’m doing just fine now!” 

“That’s cold! And not true!” 

“Suck a dick, Roper!” 

-

“Hey,” Glen greets you with a smile. 

“Glen.” You pass him, entering the kitchen. 

“Oh, don’t give me that attitude now. I thought that was only reserved for Roper.” 

“It’s reserved for all assholes.” 

“What did I do to earn that pleasant title?” 

“Nothing. I’m just bored, don’t you know?” 

“Are people talking again?” He asks, his tone becoming serious. 

“No,” you shake your head, “and even if people have been, I wouldn’t be telling you.” 

“Telling who what?” Finnegan enters the kitchen, standing on the other side of the counter. 

“Nothing.” You narrow your eyes at Glen. 

“I think that crazy bitch is talking about her again.” 

“Oh, Jesus- shut up. Nothing’s going on.” 

“We’ll happily send one of the freshmen in-” 

“Finnegan-” 

“Come on, you know we’d do anything to keep you around.” He adds with a serious smile (one you’ve never seen directed at any of his ladies of the night). 

“You’re just hoping to get laid.” 

The blond says nothing for a few seconds. “Ah- not necessarily-” 

“I’ve brought food and beer. I’m out.” 

“Woah! Hey, where you going?” Roper asks, rushing down the stairs. 

“I have a few things I need to take care of.” 

“Like?” asks your cousin with Glen and Finnegan by his side. 

“I’m leaving now.” 

Roper sighs, “will we see you later?” 

You shake your head, “no.” You turn around, one of the freshman stops in front of you. 

He doesn’t know where to move. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around before shoving him into the three. 

“You sure you can’t come?” Roper asks again. 

“No.” You slam the car door shut and back out. 

-

“She’s so coming,” Finnegan says over his shoulder for the others to hear. 

“You’re just hoping to bang my cousin.” 

“That’s your cousin?” Jake asks. 

“Oh, yeah,” Finnegan confirms. “She’s also off limits.” 

Glen nudges Roper, who shakes his head and walks away not wanting to hear about how much Finnegan wants to bang his cousin. 

“I didn’t ask,” Jake defends himself. 

“And now you don’t have to.” 

-

“Hello,” you answer with little attitude. 

“How’s it going?” 

“Finnegan?” 

“Who else would consider themselves lucky to be in your presence?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” 

“No one because I’m special and I happen to know when I am talking to a beautiful and smart lady such as yourself.” 

You chuckle through your nose, “you got the special part right. But, wow, you’re really laying the charm on thick today, aren’t you?” 

“For you, I always go above and beyond.” 

-

“Who’s he talking to?” asks Jake.

“Who do you think?” Dale replies. 

“And he says he’s not into her.” 

Dale nods with a smirk, “you’ve been here less than a day and already know more about his pathetic love life than Finn himself.” 

Jake chuckles. “You know what I’m thinking?” 

“I sure as hell hope so.” 

They start making sex noises. 

Finnegan whirls his head around, mustache twitching; his jaw clenched. He aggressively waves for them to leave. 

They don’t. 

He tilts his head, securing the phone there while he picks up the base and closes the door. 

The two can see a smile on his face right before the door slams shut in front of them. 

Jake and Dale look back at one another and shake their heads. 

-

“You still breathin’?” 

You bring the phone back up to your ear, letting out a puff of air. “I don’t know if I am.” 

“You’re sounding pretty good from my end.” 

“Must you always suck up to me.” 

“Yes, you should know this by now.” 

“Who was it?” 

“A freshman and Dale.” 

“Ah.” 

“What?” 

“Dale always manages to get a freshman to do some type of shenanigan with him. This isn’t any different.” 

“You’re so mean.” 

“That’s what I’m known for.” 

“Don’t be like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Doing this sad bit. It’s not a good look on you.” 

“Well, gee, thanks.” 

“Hey, hey. I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it. None of us like seeing you sad. I don’t like seeing you sad.” 

You gulp, glancing over at the clock. “I gotta go, Finnegan.” 

“No, look hey-” 

“I’ll see you guys in a few, okay?” 

“You sure? You’re not just lying to me to stop our conversation, are you?” 

“No, dumbass. I’ll be there before some dick hungry chick can steal you away.” 

“I don’t doubt that.” 

“Later, Finn.” 

“Bye.” He hangs up, setting the phone base on the floor as he sinks down onto his bed. The smile never leaving his face, “she called me Finn.” 

“Are you done with the phone?” Billy asks, knocking on his door. 

“Take it and go, Beuter.” 

“My name is Billy!”

- 

“Okay, how long till the girls start coming around?” You ask, leaning against the wall. 

“You’re late,” Roper says. 

“I’m still here and I already knew what coach was gonna tell you boys so why do I need a repeat?” 

“Alright, you two,” Glen pats Roper’s shoulder. “That’s enough. We have ten minutes before the girls are fashionably late.” 

“Wow, you move fast.” 

“Not when it counts though,” he winks at you. 

You groan in disgust, “I’m leaving you two to fend for yourselves. No wingwoman for you two.” 

They let out a string of complaints as you walk away. 

-

You enter the kitchen, seeing Finnegan chatting with a few of the girls who showed up on time. You start making yourself a drink. 

“You mind making me a cousin special?” 

You smile, seeing Dale holding his cup out for you. “Only you can handle it, Dale.” 

“We both know that’s not true but, I can’t stop drinking it.” 

You two chuckle. 

Finnegan glances over at the two of you and frowns. 

The girls start asking questions, distracting him for a few seconds but not enough to get his mind off of you. 

-

“Oh, she’s making the famous cousin drink.” Glen nods in your direction. 

“The what?” asks Jake. 

“You’ve got to try this man.” Roper hooks his arm around Jake’s neck, bringing him to the kitchen with a few other team members following. “Three more.” 

“That’ll cost you,” you tell him. 

“Oh, come on.” 

“Do freshman get a free drink if it’s their first time trying it?” 

You turn to Jake and smile before curling your index finger and thumb, whistling loudly. “Alright, party people. It’s time to gather the freshies so they can try the-” 

“COUSIN!” 

“It seems you’re all familiar with my concoction. Now, where are my freshman at?” 

All the freshman and one of the two newbies stand before you. “You think you boys can handle this?” 

“Hell yeah,” Plum says. 

“Okay.” You finish making the drinks. “And... enjoy.” 

Plum runs out of the kitchen and into the front yard, throwing up. 

“That’s one.” 

“I prefer screwdrivers.” 

“Yeah, well, you’re getting out of your comfort zone right now, Niles.” 

“Raw dog.” 

“Drink this and shut up.” 

Jay drinks it and seems like he’s doing okay. 

“Dare I say we have- nope, nevermind.” 

Jay’s out in the front yard with Plum. 

“Jake, you good man?” Roper glances over at you, you shrug. 

Jake chucks his cup onto the floor. 

“Yeah!” The whole house cheers him on. 

No one has been able to drink your infamous drink and not thrown up the first time except for Glen. 

Blumley takes a sip and is out in the front yard with the other two. 

“That went better than I expected,” Dale comments. 

You nod. “Alright, you boys have fun.” 

“Why does it sound like you’re leaving?” 

“I’m not, I just need some air.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yep. Have fun, Dale.” You pass Finnegan and his rodies, he follows completely ignoring them. 

-

You stand in the open doorway of the front door. 

“You okay?” 

“Shouldn’t you be talking with your rodies?” 

“I’m not a musician.” 

“Same thing.” 

“Did something happen today? You’ve been a little off.” 

“I’ll be alright. So... no luck with the clearly easy ladies of the evening?” 

He chuckles, staring at his shoes. “Not when I know a pretty girl like you is out here, near the barfers.” 

“My hero.” 

“I try, I try... I wasn’t lying when I said you look pretty tonight.” 

“You say that to everyone.” 

“Only those who deserve it.” 

“So, everyone?” 

“I think you need to get your eyes and ears checked; I only say that to you.” 

“Okay, okay.” 

“Come on, I want to show you something.” 

“Like what?” 

He holds his hand out for you to take, a smile stretching across his lips. 

“You better not be trying to persuade me into your bed.” 

“I would never.” 

“Liar.” You grab his hand, letting him lead you up the stairs and through the window that leads to the roof. “Finally, I get to see roofball in action.” 

“Roofball?” 

“It sounds better than hitting shit off the roof.” 

“But it doesn’t sound as fun.” 

“And yet, it captured your attention.” 

“Damn, you got me.” He grabs a golf club, handing it to you. “My lady?” 

“How charming. What’s the goal?” 

“Try and beat me.” 

“The stakes?” 

“You win, I do the team’s laundry for a week. I win, I want a repeat of that night.” 

Your shoulders sag thinking about the night when you and he were tipsy and almost slept together during his, Glen, Roper, and Dale’s first year here. “Finnegan-” 

“Now, now. I promise you’ll enjoy the night either way.” 

You sigh, “fine.” 

-

“Looks like-” 

“It’s a tie,” you cut him off. 

“What? No, I clearly won.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Oh, don’t be like that.” 

“I’m not being like anything.” 

“No, no. Sure, you’re all good.” 

“You are such a jerk,” you laugh, staring at him with a wide smile. 

“We both know you don’t think that.” 

“Well, then what do I think?” 

He takes a step closer, standing in front of you; he leans in, switching from one eye to the other. “I think you really want me to give you the Finnegasm special.” 

You suck in your lips to keep yourself from laughing. 

He can see it, that’s partly why he said it. “You can laugh. It’s okay.” 

You burst out laughing, lowering your head on his shoulder with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank... you,” you say between breathes. After a while, you finally calmed down. 

“I didn’t realize it was that funny.” 

“You’re always funny, Finn.” 

You lift your head and lose your breath. 

Neither of you say anything. 

“I’m just- I'm gonna go inside now,” you point towards the window. 

“Oh no, you are not,” he shakes his head. 

“And why not?” You challenge him. 

“I won fair and square which means you are to abide by the stakes we made prior to starting a game of roofball.” 

“I don’t believe I agreed to those terms.” 

“Oh, you did,” he takes a step forward, you step back, “when you took your first swing, you knew what you were in for.” 

You shake your head, “I don’t think that’s right.” 

“Yeah, you did.” 

“I’m afraid I don’t believe you.” 

The corner of his mouth twitches, “is that right?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to look away from him. 

“If I kiss you, are you gonna run out of the house?” 

“No, no. I’m gonna run into the house with you hot on my tail.” 

“Oh.” 

“You willing to take that risk?” 

“Oh, baby, I am willing to do a lot more than that.” 

“Really? If that’s the case, why am I pushed against the wall of this house and not in front of the window.” 

“I don’t know where the other guys are at, and I don’t want to get my ass kicked for being the one to spend the night with you.” 

“So, everyone likes me?” 

“Almost everyone, I’m the only one who likes your attitude.” 

“Interesting.” 

“Exactly, now.” He steps back, holding his arm out towards the window, “after you, my lady.” 

“Charming. Have fun checking out my ass.” 

“Oh, I will.” 

-

You push him against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck when Billy and his friends pass by. 

“They’re gone.” 

“Hurry up and open the door.” 

“So bossy.” 

You shove him inside, locking the door behind you. “Why can you never shut your mouth?” You ask, watching as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. “If you think I’m doing all the work here you’re wrong.” 

He only offers a smirk and a pat on the bed as an answer. 

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels. 

“You wore heels on the roof? How did you not fall off?” 

“Who’s to say I haven’t had to run across a roof in heels before?” 

“Have you?” 

“I think the answers obvious.” You sit down beside him, sitting up with your back against the bed frame. 

“Why are you way up there?” He whines. 

You roll your eyes, “shut up.” 

He scoots closer to you, resting his head on your chest listening to the way your heartbeat speeds up and smiles. 

“Are you happy now?” You start scratching his head. 

“Maybe.” 

“You’re annoying.” 

“No,” Finnigan shakes his head. “You’re annoying.” 

You let out a fake gasp and shove him off you. “How dare you.” 

“How dare I? I’m the one on the floor.” 

“Where you belong.” 

“That’s mean.” 

“Would it be mean if I said, I wonder what you looked like on your knees... in front of me?” 

His head drops on the bed, the groan coming from him gives you an answer. 

You lay back on the pillows and laugh. 

Your eyes snap open when your body is yanked down towards the edge. Your hands wrap around his arms that keep him hovering over you. 

“You said something about me on my knees? You dare to make that dream come true?” 

“I don’t have to dare if I know you’ll do it.” 

He shakes his head. “For someone with so much attitude, you’re awfully confident.” 

“That’s because I know you’ll do anything to please me.” You know. You know.  

“And here I thought I was being subtle.” 

“Subtlety has never been your thing.” 

He grins, leaning down kissing along the side of your neck, making sure there’s going to be a hickies for everyone to see. “It could be our thing.” 

“You can barely keep your “average” sized dick in your pants enough as it is.” 

His head pops up from your collarbone, “so you’ve heard the stories? Impressed?” 

You push him away to pull off your jeans. “If you can use it right, I’ll be impressed.” 

“Oh, honey. Everyone’s gonna know what we did in here.” He slowly removes your lace underwear. 

You let out an unimpressed hum. 

“Prepare to be eaten.” 

You furrow your brows, “isn’t the phrase, prepare to eat your wor-” Your hands wind up clutching his hair, being careful not to tug on it (too hard). Few noises escape you, making Finnegan determined to make you louder than the music bouncing off the walls. 

He keeps one hand on your thigh as his other hand snakes down to your warm slit. He eases one finger in but, it’s not enough. 

You whine, thrusting your hips up. 

He pulls of your buzzing bundle with a pop, watching as you can’t keep your mouth shut while his thumb circles around your clit and his fingers stretch you, preparing you for him. 

He leans over you, smiling at you, “does that feel good, beautiful?” 

You nod, babbling out, “yes! Yes! Feels so good!” 

“Open your eyes.” 

You furrow your brows, unsure if you can do that as you clench around his fingers. 

“Open them.” 

You don’t. 

He sighs, easing up on his pace. 

Your eyes snap open, “no.” 

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me and you won’t be disappointed.” 

“I could,” you take a deep breath. “I could find- any other,” you moan. “Other guy here who- who would help me out.” 

He leans down, whispering, “you could but no one can give you the Finnegasm special.” After he says that, he speeds up the pace. 

You arch your back, hips thrusting into and against his hand. Your mouth falls open, high pitched moans escape you; one hand clenched in the sheets of his bed and your other hand fists his stupid short sleeve button up. 

His mustache tickles your upper lip as he kisses you, swallowing your noises as he tries to quiet you down (not wanting anyone to come in and ruin your guys’ fun). He helps you through your high, your legs shake unable to stay in the position you’re in. 

He carefully detaches himself from you, giving you moment to breath. He starts to toe off his shoes, checking on you only to see your covered chest heaving and your gaze still on the ceiling. 

He chuckles, “you doing alright?” 

“Oh,” you push yourself up, leaning on your elbows. “I’m just peachy.” 

He chuckles, “careful there. I might get too cocky.” 

Your gaze travels down to the front of his pants, “if what you say is true. I think we’ll be fine.” 

“Hey, hey.” 

You push yourself off the bed with a smile, “remember, you said you liked my attitude.” 

“When it was directed at other people and not at me.” 

You unbutton his shirt, not looking up at him. “That sounds more like a you problem.” 

“Now you’re just being mean.” 

“I’m only extra mean to those I like.” You stare at him through your lashes, shoving his shirt off his shoulders. 

He chucks his shoulder off to the side, “so, you’re saying I’m extra special.” 

You pull him closer by his belt loops, “I don’t go on a roof in heels for just anyone.” 

He smiles and cups your cheek, leaning to kiss you. 

You try not to giggle but fail, he pulls back. 

“Why are you laughing?” 

You shake your head, not saying anything. 

“No, seriously. What is it? Is this weird?” 

“Definitely not weird, it’s just- your upper lip hair is a little ticklish?” 

He nods, “guess I’m gonna have to get used to you laughing.” 

“What?” 

He takes a step forward, forcing you to take a step back. 

The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. 

He’s quick to remove your shirt. 

“You’re gonna give me whiplash, I swear.” 

“Then I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, beautiful.” 

You roll your eyes and crawl into the center of the bed. 

He makes his way over you, kissing every inch of you he could. He trails along your breastbone, sucking on the skin (leaving more of his marks behind). 

Your hands slide along the back of his shoulders until you cup the sides of his neck pulling his up to look into his dazed eyes. “Take your pants off.” 

“So bossy.” 

You don’t laugh along with him, and he pecks your lips. 

“I like it.” He removes the last piece of clothing and pulls a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand. 

“Prepared, were we?” 

He shrugs, “you never know.” 

“Oh, but you do.” 

“You wanna explain to our kid why their Big cousin Roper murdered their dad, go ahead.” 

“This would be a lot better if you didn’t talk about my cousin.” 

“It would, wouldn’t it?” 

You scoff, pulling him closer to distract him with your irresistible lips before shoving him onto the bed. 

He settles onto the pillows, placing his hands behind his head. “I could get used to this.” 

“Don’t,” you say, slowly sinking down onto his aching cock. 

He pulls you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist; the other tangling in your hair. 

You slowly move your hips against his, working on finding a good rhythm. 

Once you find it, there’s a knock on the door. 

“You better- better have locked the- the door.” 

His hot breath hits your skin, a faux chuckle is his reply. 

You rock your hips against his faster making him let out a quiet moan. 

“I did- I did. I’m not letting any- anyone in here, beautiful.” 

-

Dale and Glen have no idea Finnegan and you are together in his room. 

They shrug; one goes upstairs and the other aims the coat closet. 

-

“See, they’re gone. Now,” the hand tangled in your hair slides down your body, until it finds your bundle. 

A choaked breath escapes you, your hips stutter but Finnegan doesn’t stop he pushes you and helps you move. You rest your head against his shoulder, breath fanning against his hot skin. You inch closer to the side of his neck, taking your time, teasing and marking him. 

His hips start snapping up into you, you thrust against him, both of you chasing after your highs. 

You can feel yourself close to letting go, wrapping your arms around his neck, hauling him closer. 

He starts decorating your soft breasts in his mark, small trails of saliva slowly drying near your nipples. 

Your moans continue to get louder, more so as he kisses along the front of your neck, nipping at your chin. You cup his cheek and stare his closed eyes and dazed expression. “Finnegan.” 

He doesn’t respond, not wanting to moan or blow his load before you could properly enjoy yourself. 

“Finn. Finn,” you gasp. 

He groans as you clench around him. 

“Finn,” you groan, resting your forehead against his. “Look at me.” 

His eyes snap open, all he sees is you. His heartbeat speeds up (shockingly more so than it already is) and he realizes what Beauter is talking about. He gulps at sound of your breathless call of his name slipping off your lips. 

“Finnegan.” 

“I’m here, beautiful. I’m right here.” He continues to put your pleasure before his own. “I know your close to teetering over the edge.” 

A beautifully pathetic, high pitched moan slips through your parted lips before you could stop it. 

He smiles, “let go. Let go for me.” 

And you do, not quietly (to him, those outside the room still don’t know what’s going on). 

Once you catch your breath you realize he still hasn’t finished and carefully pull him out of you. You slowly crawl off the bed, kneeling. 

“What are you-” 

“Shut up and come here.” 

“I don’t think I can move.” 

“If you want me to blow you, you’ll come over here.” 

He makes his way over to you. “You know you don’t have to-” 

“Shut up. You’ll enjoy this,” you remove the condom and slowly stroke him. “Promise.” You wink and kitten lick his leaking head. 

His fights the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a thing you’re doing. 

You continue to stroke his hard cock while you lick him from his base all the way back up to his tip, repeating that action a few more times before you slowly begin to take him in your mouth. 

You place your free hand against his thigh, feeling how tense he is. You slowly bob your head, stroking the rest of what you can’t reach. 

He cups the bottom of your chin, watching you through half lidded eyes. 

You look up at him, taking note of how close he is to finishing. The hand on his thigh slides off. 

He wants to ask what happened but with the way your warm hand cupping him. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, in this moment he wishes he hadn’t looked down to see your tearful eyes and stuffed mouth. 

He throws his head back and floods your mouth. 

Once he’s finished, you slowly pull off him, a string of saliva being the only thing to keep you two attached until it breaks and lands on neck and chin. 

He huffs, “wow.” 

“Wow?” You rest your hands on his thighs, bringing yourself closer to him. “Have I made the Finnegan speechless?” 

He smiles, pecking you on the lips once before hauling you up so the two of you can catch your breath. “I feel like the Astros are gonna make it to the World Series.” He watches you, brushing the hair out of your eyes. 

You tilt your head up, “you say they every year.” 

“I’m serious.” 

“You said the same thing last time.” 

“Don’t be mean,” he pouts. 

“It’s all part of my charm.” 

He offers a sarcastic chuckle in return.  

-

You cover your eyes, the sun seeping through his window keeps you awake. You sigh and try to climb out of bed only to find yourself trapped with nowhere to go. 

His arm slips off you when he turns, rolling over onto his side. 

You grab whatever you could find off the floor to cover yourself (and prevent the other players from the second house to catch a peek). You turn around, seeing the mess you two made thankfully just both of your clothes. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Your head snaps over towards Finnegan. “You’re up early.” 

You sit at the edge of the bed. 

“I don’t want to be, but I lost my personal heater.” 

You smack his chest. “You know you love it.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.” 

“Don’t be mean to me or I might try to kiss you.” 

You ignore him, reaching for his shirt and your pants. “I’m leaving.” 

“Don’t leave.”

“I have to or else I’m kicking someone’s ass.” You turn around, buttoning one more button before opening the door. 

A gasp mixed with a chuckle escapes you; you reach behind you to push him away. “Finn! Stop!” You giggle. 

His places his hands on your thighs, holding you still. “I’m sorry, I thought you said kiss your ass. I was happy to oblige.” 

“Get off me, you dork.” 

“I’m afraid not.” 

“And, why’s that?” 

“This is too good of a view to give up.” 

You scoff and shove him away. 

-

Dale, Glen, and Jake turn their heads at the sound of the door hinges creaking. 

No one says anything. “If any of you say anything-” 

“You’ll what?” Glen asks. 

“I’ll kick your ass.” You spin around, poking Finnegan in the chest, whispering, “I swear, if you try to do what you just did, I will hurt you.” 

He offers a cheeky smile in return. 

“What are you three doing up? It burn peeing, already?” 

Glen gives you a dry laugh. “Funny, should we assume the same?” 

“Harsh, Glen. Harsh... where’s Roper?” 

“Right here.” 

Your eyes snap to the top of the stairs. “Hey, Rope.” 

“Hey, slut,” he says with a smile. 

“We all know you’re the biggest slut here.” 

“And proud of it.” 

“So, you’re not gonna kick my ass?” Finnegan asks, standing behind you. 

Neither of you realized it but he interlocked your fingers with his. 

“It’d be easier to hear you two together than giving each other sex eyes.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Now that, that’s taken care of. If you’ll just excuse us.” 

Your pulled back and the door is shut. 

-

“I didn’t realize I signed up for a horn dog.” 

“It was part of the package deal.” 

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow. 

“Yep.” 

“For some reason, I don’t believe it.” 

He shrugs. 

“Were you seriously standing behind me in your underwear?” 

“I can’t find my pants.” 

“Did you even look?” 

“N- hey! This isn’t about me, alright?” 

“What’s it about then?” 

“Your hot and I’m horny. If you think about it, the math adds up.” 

You purse your lips, marching towards the door, shaking your head, “nope.” 

You shove Finnegan into Dale’s arms. “He’s your problem.” 

Dale shakes his head, pushing his fellow teammate off him. “Not when he’s like this.” 

“Rub one out!” You shout, looking through the fridge. 

“Rub it for me!” 

-

“Why am I still here?” Roper walks out of the house, sitting on the front porch, chuckling at the sight of the guys sleeping on the grass. 

“Hey,” he shouts your name. “They’re still out here,” he chuckles. 

“No way,” you run to the porch. 

You slap your hands together, throwing your head back as you let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, this is amazing.” 

“Not as amazing as-” 

“Go back into your room, horn dog.” 

Everyone but Finnegan laughs.  

[wooahaes]

sweet night [pt.6]

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k~

warnings: joshua confronts reader. reader and mingyu have a lil bit of skinship and also a fake date together.

daisy’s notes: every time i bring up seungkwan in a part i feel the need to go “nonono just trust me” lmao

summary:  As the adopted daughter of the Kim family and current heir to the company, you have it all. An arranged marriage with your soon-to-be fiance who you truly fell in love with, respect from your workers for being good at your job, a good relationship with both your family and your good friends... What more could you want out of life? And yet all it takes is one night for everything to fall down, and one man to help pick up the pieces. 

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One of the last people you expected to have a casual lunch with was Joshua Hong.

Your relationship with him was reserved typically for business. He was one of Seungkwan’s friends who you always considered yourself to be on good terms with, and you admittedly considered him a little more than just a business partner at times. He had tried to check on you during the disastrous engagement party (he didn’t pursue you, sure, but he at least asked if you were alright), and he’d been there for you and Seungkwan in the past. You didn’t work closely with him, though, and you admittedly hadn’t spoken to him since that party. He picked the restaurant--one of the nicer ones in the city with a lovely view, and he had greeted you politely.

It wasn’t until the waiter brought your entrees and left you to yourselves that the air changed between you two. “If you’re trying to get back at Seungkwan, I recommend you quit it.”

You nearly dropped your fork, looking away from your food to see how cold he’d suddenly turned. The two of you were alone now, sat close to the windows. Joshua had asked for these seats, claiming he preferred the view. You realized it was intentional: you were isolated in a sense, the only other people around being a couple a few tables away and the staff.

“Mingyu’s my friend, too,” he continued. “Neither of them deserve this treatment. I don’t know what you’re planning, but if you really are using Mingyu--”

You just stared at him a moment longer, at a loss for words. Using Mingyu...? “Joshua--”

“I mean it,” he said. “I like you. You’ve always been nice. But this isn’t right, and we both know it.”

Were you just using Mingyu...? It was his idea to begin with, but was going along with it taking advantage of him? Was flaunting a fake love in front of other people to try and make this relationship look like more than just business a mistake? You forced an uneasy smile, and you were positive Joshua could see through it. “Are you taking Seungkwan’s side in this?” You fought to keep your tone even. “Should we pretend he hasn’t been seeing somebody else behind my back? That he didn’t propose to them publicly in front of everyone when everyone expected us to get engaged?”

“You don’t know the full story,” he said, words sharper than intended--he had backed off immediately, realizing how imposing he’d been becoming. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling before he met your gaze again. “What Seungkwan did was wrong. All of us know it and we’ve talked to him about it and we’ve told him he should have talked to you. But you and I both know that it isn’t fair to use Mingyu to get back at him--”

“Mister Hong,” you cut him off there. “I don’t think you understand the position I’m in compared to you and your friends. The expectations people have are different for me because of my family. They expect me to get married, just as Yoon’s family expected him to. Would you be confronting me like this if it were Yoon Jeonghan I was supposed to be seeing?”

“That’s different,” he said. “You don’t know Jeonghan. It would be purely business if you were engaged to him--”

“And it’s business now, Hong.” You rested your hands in your lap, fingers curled tight around your other hand. “Why do you think it was my idea to get engaged to Mingyu? He saw that my parents were pushing me toward an engagement and decided our business would thrive together. Unlike other people, he actually wants me to be happy, too. If you had to marry a stranger or your best friend because your family and business expects you to do what’s best for the company, wouldn’t you choose the person you would be happier with?”

Joshua pressed his lips into a thin line. “I don’t agree with it,” he said. “But I understand.”

“Is this really why you invited me here?” You frowned at him. “Just to confront me?”

He said nothing at first. But you watched him debate, brows slightly furrowed until he finally looked up at you. “I almost thought you’d been cheating on Seungkwan, too.”

Red-hot anger surged through you instantly. Despite it, you managed to keep calm as you responded with a sharp “You what?”

“You wouldn’t. And neither would Mingyu.” Joshua looked at you. “I know you’re still mad at Seungkwan, but.. I don’t think you need to do anything like that with Mingyu to make him hurt worse. You’re better than that. He’s already hurting right now.”

Without thinking, you flagged down a waiter and asked for your meal to be boxed. He took your plate, immediately promising to take care of it before he started to head off. Joshua stopped him before he could get too far, already citing your favorite dessert off the menu to be added. Once the waiter was gone, he turned back to you.

“I’ll take care of it,” Joshua said. “Thank you for meeting with me at all.”

You had a few minutes. So you hesitated, wondering whether you should ask or not before finally calling Joshua’s name. “Everyone keeps telling me I should talk to Seungkwan.”

“You should. I know it probably seems like we’re all trying to get you to forgive him,” he said, voice softer than before. “We aren’t. No one expects you to forgive him at all. But there’s some things he should tell you himself.”

You traced the carved handles of your chair, fingers gliding over the smooth dark wood. Anything to avoid looking at Joshua, at anyone until you had to leave. “Mingyu said that Seungkwan loved me, despite what he did. I don’t know if I can believe him.”

Something seemed to click. “It’s the last thing you want to hear, I’m sure,” Joshua said, “but... Seungkwan told me that he’ll always love you. It just can’t be you.”

“It has to be them.” You finally looked back up. “Right? He loves them more. Seungkwan knew that neither of us would be happy if we got married.”

“You’ve thought about this.”

You did. It haunted your late night thoughts every single night. Seungkwan had loved you, but it’d be cruel to marry you when he wasn’t completely yours. When he couldn’t promise that his heart belonged to only you, the way you had always hoped it was. You couldn’t blame him for loving someone else: all you wanted was to know. To not be made a fool of. Mingyu had said he’d only actively done anything (and you knew, in your heart, that “anything” was never too far, even though it was still cheating) for four months. That he had loved them for years. You knew that from the first day you had met his childhood friend, from the doting way he always cared for them. There were rare nights where Seungkwan would leave you with a kiss and a promise he’d be back--that they needed him. But that was never exclusive to them. He’d left for other friends, too. That was the kind of person Seungkwan was.

Maybe that was why you never faced it. Seungkwan was so loving toward everyone that you didn’t want to acknowledge how much farther it seemed to go for that one person.

“He let me go in the worst way,” you said. “And I’ll never forgive him for that.”

Joshua nodded. “I didn’t expect you to.”

“If Seungkwan wants to explain things, tell him that I’ll call him when I’m ready.” You were sure Seungkwan already knew that, but...

You needed to prepare to hear the full story.

Mingyu was laid across his couch on his stomach as he watched you, head resting in his hand as you moved to and fro. If you were going to live with Mingyu from now on, you wanted to add a little bit of yourself into his home. One day you were sure the two of you would pack it up and move somewhere bigger, somewhere nicer, but that was yet to come. He liked the way you were adding books onto his shelves, little trinkets that he’d watched you box up and leave aside until today.

“Why not?”

And Mingyu had just asked you on a date. Not a real date, according to him, but he wanted to spoil you a bit before your eventual proposal-and-wedding. You had turned him down immediately, and purposefully kept your back to him as you continued to decorate. If you looked at him, he’d give you the puppy dog eyes, and you’d have to admit that you didn’t want him to feel like he had to.

“It’s not a 'real' marriage,” you said. “We don’t have to stage dates right now. We can do that later. Which reminds me... If you want to have some kind of mistress, you can,” you looked back over your shoulder. “Just because we’re in this deal doesn’t mean you can’t sneak around or whatever--”

“I don’t want to, but thanks,” he said. “I’m a loyal fake husband.” He laughed softly, before sitting up. “But really... Why can’t we go out?”

You frowned at him, folding your arms over your chest. “Because it isn’t real.”

“And?”

“You’re asking me on a date.” Why couldn’t he see that? He didn’t need to pretend with you. You were more than fine with having dinner with him every night and having your platonic intimacy that way. Dates felt... different, fake or not. “Our marriage isn’t real or loving or anything.”

Mingyu stood up, and made his way across the room to you. “I think,” he began, stopping in front of you, taking your hands. “You love me. I love you. Even if it isn’t romantic,” he pulled you into his arms, “it means it’s a loving marriage. Just... different.”

For a moment, you swore you saw a blip of pain behind his eyes. But it rippled away, disappearing and being replaced with that same love he always had for you as your best friend. “You know what I mean.”

“I also want to be a good fake boyfriend to you,” he said. “So... If we’re going to do this,” he swayed with you, “let me romance you the right way. Even if it’s fake, let’s have fun together. Okay? You,” he took your face into his hands, “should make a list of all the dates you didn’t get to go on before. We’ll do them together.”

Seungkwan didn’t turn down many date ideas. But sometimes there were things he wasn’t interested in or it’d be too much effort to go through--a sentiment you had at times, too. Sometimes dates just... couldn’t happen. Life got in the way. You and Seungkwan had always made the best of it. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t leave you yearning sometimes, though. He had promised that once the two of you were married, you’d go through the list if you made it. You never had, but now, with Mingyu...?

Maybe you should.

“Then you have to make a list, too.” You rested your hands against his chest, his hands resting around your waist now as he swayed with you. You make us look like a couple, you thought. Although whether it was your fault or Mingyu’s, you couldn’t be sure. “It isn’t fair if we only go places I want to go.”

“Then I will. But tonight...”

Oh. Mingyu had plans. “Mingyu--”

“There’s a boat cruise I want us to take,” he said. “We can sample food and enjoy the scenery. No pressure for anything. We’re just... us,” he said. “Okay?”

That sounded nicer than you thought it would. Just you and Mingyu being nothing but yourselves next to one another. The cozy way the two of you were now. 

“We don’t have to go,” he said. “I can cancel the reservations--”

“I’ll go,” you said, stepping back. “I’ll go change, then.”

You almost missed the fond way Mingyu watched you leave. He turned, going into his bedroom to change into one of his nicer suits. If you had said no, he would have dropped it right then and there. Maybe it was selfish to take you on a date when he had (well-hid, in his opinion) feelings for you. But...

You deserved the world in his opinion. Mingyu couldn’t give it to you, but he’d bring you what little joy he’d be able to in the meantime. If that meant he’d take you wherever you wanted to go, then that’d just be one more part of it.

The moment you walked out of your room to meet him, Mingyu felt his heart ache. You’d been more preoccupied with fixing your earrings than paying attention to him, standing there waiting to see you again, but your presence always lit up the world for him. Even with your brows furrowed and lips pursed as you continued to fiddle with it--those hoops always gave you trouble, after all, but you loved them too much to not wear them every chance you could--all Mingyu could do was admire how much your favorite color complimented you. Sometimes, if he was in a romantic enough mood, he thought the color had been made for you. Like it was meant to be.

You stopped messing with it, looking up to see him as you lit up with a smile. “Do I look nice?”

Of course you did. Even when you were brokenhearted and sobbing, Mingyu thought you were one of the most beautiful people in the world. He took your hand, pressing a kiss against it--cheesy, but it made you laugh. “Enchanting.”

“Ooh, Mingyu’s using his big words. You don’t have to make me fall in love with you, you know,” you teased. “But thank you,” you continued past him toward the front door, “you clean up nice, too.”

Mingyu could only smile at you, remembering why he fell in love with you to begin with. Not everyone was allowed to see this side of you: playful but loving. Seungkwan did. Mingyu was certain that Chan did, too, and so did your brother. Mingyu liked the side of you that wasn’t holding up this image of someone who felt the need to be perfect (in his eyes, you already were: all of your imperfections were something he wholeheartedly embraced as your best friend first and someone who was in love with you second).

While you sampled the food aboard the ship about an hour later, Mingyu merely stood back and wondered how he’d propose to you. As much as he could see the appeal of proposing where everyone could see, it felt... wrong. Like he was going to parade around your engagement as some huge spectacle. He’d figure out what you’d like, even if he had to ask you the right questions to do it.

“So...” You had started after you returned to him with a full plate (tiny as they may be) for the two of you to share together outside. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

He looked back at you, having been caught up in watching the scenery. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

“I know,” you said. “It still feels unfair to you.”

“I never really knew what I’d be doing, to be honest.” He looked back out, watching the slow crawl of the city as the boat continued along. “My parents wanted me to marry someone that’d benefit the company. I think they were glad it’s you.”

“But what about love?” You asked. Mingyu was just as much a romantic at heart as you were. He’d always told you he wanted to marry for love, too.

He grew quiet for a while. “If I had to marry someone tomorrow, I’d still pick you. I’d rather marry one of my best friends than marry a stranger and hope that I learn to love them.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Mingyu turned back to meet your gaze. “I’d marry you right now if you asked,” he said. “I mean it when I say I’d rather have a happy marriage with you than struggle with a stranger.”

(And he didn’t say that he always thought he’d see someone else marry you. That if it was Seungkwan, he would have been okay with it because the two of you were so in love: Mingyu knew you would have been happy, had things gone the way everyone thought they would.)

He could see a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, that pretty flustered expression crossing your face: the fighting of a smile, for once, but the way you’d hold his gaze before immediately looking away. “I think I’d pick you, too,” you said quietly. “At least we’ll be happy.” Then you sighed wistfully, staring off into the distance--past the city at some unknown life that Mingyu wished he could see, too. “Do you ever wonder how things would be if things were different? If our lives were more normal? Or... if Kibum hadn’t left the company.” You sighed. “Would we even know each other?”

“I think we would,” Mingyu reached across the table, taking your hand in his own. “I think... We’re soulmates.” He paused for a moment, the pressure of silence weighing heavily between the two of you.

Soulmates...?

“Like with Wonwoo,” Mingyu said a moment later. “I think we’d find a way to be friends somehow. Wonwoo and I would have been friends no matter what. I think we’d be the same way.”

“Are you sure?” You said. Mingyu’s hand was warm. You honestly didn’t mind it staying over your own. “The city’s big.”

He nodded. “But I think we were always meant to be here,” he curled his fingers around your hand, “in each other’s lives.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought, a familiar flutter in your chest. You ignored it, staring ahead at the path that ran alongside the river. “Sometimes,” you started, turning to gaze at Mingyu’s profile. No wonder so many people called him handsome. Against the city, with the twinkling lights of the ship, you thought that maybe you’d fall in love with him, too. “I think about if we would have met at night.” You nodded toward the path. “Maybe you’d be out for a jog, and I’d be coming home from work. And... I think you’d bump into me, because you’re clumsy.” You giggled, and Mingyu met your eyes a moment later before smiling. “But you’d help me up and we’d start talking.”

“Really?” He said. “And?”

“And then you’d fall for me because you’re a sap, and we’d be the leads in some drama that you’d cry over.” You teased, but you liked the way he laughed softly.

Mingyu looked at you the way Seungkwan used to. “I think anyone could fall for you.”

The sentiment made you smile, chest warm. You only hoped that Mingyu was right. If he was okay with you seeing someone else in the future, when your heart was ready to love again... You’d let him find love, if that was what he wanted, after all. You were sure he was. “Loyal fake husband” or not... Mingyu deserved to be happy. Your marriage would only give him so much.

“What would you be doing now if it weren’t for the company?” He asked, still gazing at you. “Have you thought about it?”

What would you do...? Between getting through school and immediately starting work, you hadn’t really explored many options. You liked business because you were good at it, but what about you? What about what you wanted?

“I think...” You pressed your lips together for a moment, humming as you thought the question over more. “I’d go back to school and study more,” you said. “Or maybe I’d travel. There’s a lot of places I want to see.”

“Like?”

You weren’t sure. “Maybe I’ll make a list of those, too.” You looked at Mingyu, a playful smile on your lips, “For our honeymoon.”

“You should,”  Mingyu said, completely serious. “We’ll pick a place together, but we can make a list.”

Something about the night made this feel different in a way you weren’t sure you wanted. Kim Mingyu was one of your best friends, a savior when you needed him to be, and, at the core, just a man in a similar enough position to you. His parents wanted him to marry well, too, didn’t they? Mingyu had told you about dates. About arrangements his parents had made for him--talks of doing the same for his sister, too, when she got older--that he was never a fan of. Things were different, yes, because of who you were... but it was hard to deny that Mingyu stood in a situation similar to yours. That other people did, too. That... Seungkwan did, too.

You pushed that thought aside. Seungkwan had defied plans--and perhaps this was your way of doing it properly. To follow a path that you chose by picking Mingyu, who picked you, too. Yet when he looked at you with that fond look he always held for you, questioning whether you were cold--and already shrugging off his jacket before you could think the question over--you felt your thoughts dragging themselves back up.

Guilt, in its harshest form. Despite everything, you had always hoped Mingyu would be someone who found love in the end. Mingyu loved you like a friend, of that much you were sure, but what about a loving marriage? You couldn’t give that to him. He draped his jacket over your shoulders, fingers grazing your skin in the process. He stood behind you for a moment, staring out at the lights of the city, hands resting on your shoulders.

Mingyu would pick you if he had to marry someone tomorrow. You reached up, hands resting over his own. If you had to make the decision... You’d pick him, too.

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Touch of glass prologue

TW: none

Alastor x reader

Chapter 1

“ I’m going to miss you so much dear. Have a good time in New Orleans and please, don’t let your father get ahold of the phone when you speak to me.” My mother spoke, letting me go from our hug.

“ Don’t worry Mother, I’ll make sure Peter is near when i’m on the phone.” I say back, trying to ease her nerves. I grab the small bags near me, and hand them to peter who brings them into the train.

“ Be careful dear, stay safe, and call me as much as you can.” My mother says, her eyes watering slightly.

“ I will, i promise mother. You don’t need to worry about me.” I say to her, before hugging her one last time, before stepping into the train.

In my reserved booth sits Peter, who was hired by my mother as my personal body guard for going into America. I take my seat in front of him as he sits down across from me. He’s tall, around six four to be exact, his skin is more on the pale side, while his hair is a dark brown, almost black looking. His eyes are a shade of grey I can’t really describe, mainly because we hardly ever make eye contact, and because his head is always down most of the time, I can never get a good look at his eyes. His hair is somewhat disheveled, most of the time the closest thing to it being combed is just Peter running his hands through his hair. Other than that, I’m sure his hair hasn’t seen a hair brush in years. The train started to move, and that was when Peter put his headphones on and began looking out the window. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking and for the longest time he’s the only man I’ve ever really spoken too. Aside from my father occasionally calling me to see how I’ve been. That being on the holidays. My parents divorced when I was young, around a year or two old after my mother had found out that my father had no intentions of actually being in my life. So she packed up her things and moved with her sister, my aunt, to London, where I’ve grown up ever since. Life here isn’t so bad, things are nice, just a little cold sometimes but that’s manageable. My mother focused on herself while I was being taken care of by my aunt, and eventually my mother became the owner of a large nation wide fashion company. I often traveled with her for work, meetings and all other kinds of things, while also being pampered throughout the entire process. However, ever since the world plummeted into a depression, money has been tight, especially for people in America. My mother sent me to see how bad it really was, our company still being one with lots of money, despite the uprise in taxes. I laid my head on the window, shutting my eyes and preparing myself for the long trip.

A/N: sorry that It’s so short, but this is just the beginning! The rest of the chapters should be longer! Check out my master list for related stories.

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um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—

ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3

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diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)

6.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...

warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!!  drama!!

notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T

SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.

 That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.

 In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.

 But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”

 “What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”

��Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”

 Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.

 “You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”

 “Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.

 There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late.  At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since.  Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship.  “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.

 There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything.  He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom.  But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother.  Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two?  Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time?  Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?

 You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.

 Maybe it is bad, you thought.

 After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.

 That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long.  You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity.  You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.

 Maybe it is bad.

 Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face.  His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze.  “Hey.  Did I lose you?  What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

 “I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features.  You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too.  You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table.  He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.

 “What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment.  The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol.  He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.

 “I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you.  There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were.  “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”

 With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well.  Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about.  You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck.  He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued.  “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”

 You could see right through him in this moment.  Or at least, you thought you could.  Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.

 Maybe it was bad.  Maybe it was the lighting.

 “We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more.  “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more.  Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.

 Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words.  With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief.  “That’s great.  You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”

 “Oh?  How exactly can you tell?  We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process.  You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.

 “Oh, it’s nothing too crazy.  It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling.  Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter.  But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.

 He seemed a little jealous, you thought.  But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm.  He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.

 “How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”

 “How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended.  “Put some more faith in me, brother.”

 Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya.  You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically.  Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands.  It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.

 The crisp air was meditative.  It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander.  Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself.  At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend.  But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.

 As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time.  You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.

 “Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”

 You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail.  “Why didn’t you come back inside?  We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.

 He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs.  You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.

 “You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc.  I really just needed some fresh air.  I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.

 You were telling half the truth.

 You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time.  Some things are better left unsaid.

 Maybe that was bad.  Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.

 He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words.  “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”

 “I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off.  He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.

 “I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin.  He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone.  “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”

 “Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern.  You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately.  “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.

 “Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory.  “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”

 Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act.  With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.

 “So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt.  “And all mine.”

 You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours.  “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.

 He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight.  All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.

 “P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”

 “Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”

 The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot.  “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back.  “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”

 “D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.

 “Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.

 “M-Master…!  I’m…!”

 “Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch.  You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you.  While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.

 “Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste.  You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.

 Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window.  It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was Kaeya.

 Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours.  Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter.  He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in.  “Be quiet for me, okay?  We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”

 “I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin.  It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.

 Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams.  Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult.  Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.

 Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours.  It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit.  You knew that.  He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.

 You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to.  The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder.  Faster.  Deeper.

 “You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss.  “You’re–“

 A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek.  He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.

 Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure.  With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.

 After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience.  It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality.  “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence.  Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.

 “It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”

 Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier.  His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.

 “Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”

 Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door.  At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.

 “Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.

 “Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance?  Oh, let me guess–“

 “Get your things.  Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly.  You could recognize that tone from anywhere.  He was furious.

 “But let me guess first!  Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now.  And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead…  Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”

 You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration.  And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.

 “You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”

 “I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response.  He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.

 Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door.  But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet.  Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.

 “I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”

 The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds.  All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’  Maybe he already did see you through that window.  Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

 “Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“

 “No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead.  Go get your keys.”

 What?

 “Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.

 What are you doing, Diluc?

 “Go on.”

 What’s happening?

 “‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“

 “No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along.  I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you.  I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”

 Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words.  “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys?  While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”

 The room froze in time, only for a moment.  Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you?  Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen?  After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...

 While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision.  “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.

 “Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment.  He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect.  “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”

 “Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further.  “Please…”

 “Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”

 “N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.

 You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers.  Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way.  In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just…  fuck me…”

 Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff.  “Slut.  I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”

 You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over.  “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information.  He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar.  “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied.  I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”

 With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.  As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face.  Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip.  The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.

 “Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”

 “I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”

 Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again.  He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.

 With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure.  He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have.  He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb.  “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day?  I’m very jealous, brother.”

 That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further.  “Cry about it,” he mocked.

 Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it.  He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you.  Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.

 “Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”

 One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless.  He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet.  All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.

 A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face,  He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command.  He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely.  His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.

 Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears.  It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants.  Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.

 Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling.  His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent.  You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace.  The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.

 Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high.  It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances.  His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat.  If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.

 Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously.  His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you.  The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.

 But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed.  He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air.  Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.

 “Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”

 With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more.  Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter.  Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze.  The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.

 Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes.  The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other.  Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.

 “Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya.  The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.

 “So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again?  Just the three of us?”

 “I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind.  “Please, Master?”

 He thought about it for a moment then grinned.

 “I’ll think about it.  As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

[watchmegetobsessed]

The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes

a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme

word count: 1.8k

summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

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“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.

“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.

Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…

It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.

Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.

“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.

“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.

“I need a break,” you growl back.

“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”

“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.

“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.

“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.

“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.

“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.

“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.

“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”

“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”

“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.

Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.

“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.

“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.

“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.

You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.

“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.

“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.

“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”

“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”

“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.

“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.

“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.

“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.

“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.

“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.

“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.

“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.

Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.

“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.

“It’s all good.”

The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.

“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”

You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”

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[dadsbongos]

the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat) ~~~

Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”

“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.

“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”

Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”

“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.

“Yep.”

“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”

“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”

“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”

“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”

“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.

“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”

“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.

“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”

“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.

Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”

Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.

“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.

“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.

“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”

“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”

“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”

Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.

“Roll up the window.”

“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”

“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”

“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”

“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Stop calling me doll.”

“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”

“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”

“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”

(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”

“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”

“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”

“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”

“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”

Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”

(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”

Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”

“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”

“What? What do you swear?”

“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”

“Dabi started it!”

“I’m ending it!”

“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”

None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.

Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.

“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”

“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”

“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.

(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.

Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”

Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”

“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”

“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.

“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”

“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”

“Is Twice playing?”

The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.

“Are Quirks allowed?”

Another nod.

(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”

Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”

He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”

Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.

Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.

“Want company, misery?”

“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.

“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”

“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”

“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”

“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”

“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”

“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "

“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”

Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”

“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”

“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”

“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”

“Exactly!”

“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”

Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”

[falconcoast]

the wedding planners | thoma x reader |

five. first dinner (date)

masterlist

thoma invites you to a team-building dinner with the kamisatos, but it looks like they can’t make it! that leaves just you and your very sweet, kind (and hot), coworker alone with you for a very long dinner. 

a/n: hello yes take some office au thoma content. also i am a sucker for ayato and ayaka pushing thoma and the reader together LOL

you don’t know why you’re so anxious about meeting with thoma. as you walk down the sidewalk, your palms began to sweat and your brow was furrowed. your nicest outfit was on, you did your hair, and you knew you were fresh and clean. still, you smacked your cheeks to rid yourself of rid of that thought. it isn’t a date, you told yourself as you stood in front of the restaurant. just some team building.”

swallowing, you looked above at the restaurant sign. it was in a sleek cursive, though you didn’t know why you would expect anything less from the kamisatos. as you entered, you folded your hands in front of yourself. “i have a reservation under the kamisatos?” you asked,

as you were escorted to your table, you looked around. the black marble tables were full of people wearing silks and satins and chatter was in the air. the dark, moody color of the walls contrasted with the bright lighting. the ambiance of the restaurant was refined and sophisticated.

at the back of the restaurant, a set of white french doors was opened. in the middle of the secluded room was a large table, where thoma was sitting at the end. he looked up from his phone, eagerly waving a hand to you.

“y/n, you’re here!” he cheerfully waved. getting up, he shuffled you over to your chair. “how was the ride over here? i know it’s a little far from your apartment.”

you sat down after he pulled out the chair for you. “the taxi ride wasn’t too bad. traffic wasn’t too bad either.”

“oh, that’s great,” he said while walking back to his seat. his dress shirt was white, accompanied by a burgundy tie. his dress coat rested on the back of his chair. as he noticed your staring, he let out a note of delight. picking up his phone, thoma pouted. “what a shame. mr. and miss kamisato are usually on time, but they seem to be running late. i’ll text them to let them know we’re already here.”

as thoma typed, you awkwardly sat across from him. a glass of wine was already half-filled in front of you. the table wasn’t that large either, only fitting two seats between your coworker and yourself. if someone had walked in without any context, they might think the two of you were on a date.

not a date! you scolded yourself internally, pressing your hands against your thighs.

“mr. kamisato?” thoma said, balancing his phone on his shoulder and crossing his legs. “are you on your way to the restaurant? well, y/n is already here and--oh. oh. that’s quite a problem. do you need any help with that--no? if you say so. alright, goodbye.”

“was that mr. kamisato?” you asked, looking at him from across the table.

“it was. unfortunately, he and miss kamisato were called to oversee some final preparations for next weekend’s festival. they said to start dinner without us. apparently, the dinner will be kaiseki ryori--a multi-course meal consisting of seasonal dishes.”

“oh, dear,” you said sheepishly. “a dinner with just the two of us?”

“it seems so,” he shrugged. as the doors opened, waiters brought you both a tray of soups. “i guess we’ll have to make another team-building dinner another time.”

even while in a more casual setting, you retained your professionalism. you thanked the servers, shyly looking at your coworker who was doing the same. “so, how was your work week? we didn’t see each other much until we met this morning with our clients,” you asked as you stared at your miso soup.

“it was fun! adventurous, even. i managed to get ahold of some florists, photographers, and food catering companies for mr. ren and miss kagami to try. a lot of running around in the company car,” he shrugged nonchalantly. placing his hands in his lap, he smiled. “and what about you? catching up on some summer readings?”

“just about,” you replied. “professor zhongli is heavy on summer reading. i’m about halfway through, so i’ll be done before the wedding.”

there was a pause as the two of you politely ate your soups. clearing his throat, thoma let out a sigh. “you know, y/n,” he began. “i don’t think we’ve really had a chance to sit down, talk, and become friends in the two weeks that we’ve known each other. i think that it’d be helpful for us to get to know one another.”

looking up from your soup, you smiled. “i’m listening.”

“hm, let’s get the specifics out of the way, then,” he said. resting his spoon at the edge of his bowl, he leaned his elbows on the edge of the table and placed his hands where his fingers were intertwined. “you began your internship with the kamisatos because you know miss kamisato. tell me, how did you two meet?”

“we were roommates in college at inazuma university,” you shrugged. “she was interested in business like i was, so we had a lot of classes together and hit it off right away.”

“i see,” he murmured. “and here i was thinking that you were childhood friends. you two are two peas in a pod.”

“it was extremely fortunate that we met. otherwise, i wouldn’t have gotten to meet you,” you smiled.

“you flatter me,” he laughed, throwing his head back.

taking a sip of wine, you shook your head. “i’m serious,” you replied. “i digress. how did you meet the kamisatos?”

“i met with mr. kamisato as an intern for the summer a couple of years ago, just like you. he, miss kamisato, and i got along very well, so he offered me a job as a secretary,” he chuckled as he leaned his head onto his fist. “though, i’m less of a secretary as i am an errand boy for the two of them. not that i mind, of course.”

“we’re similar, then,” you mused. “both people working for one of the greatest businesses in the world because we happened to be in good graces with our employers.”

another pause settled over the room as the main courses entered on waiter’s trays. the aromatic scent of spiced seasonal dishes and sushi entered. the plates were set in front of you as the two of you ate.

thoughts swarmed your head as you picked up the sushi. ayato was certainly not afraid to pull out all the stops. the restaurant was of upper-class, traditional inazuman cuisine. if ayaka or ayato were here, you were sure the awkward pauses between plates would dissipate. nonetheless, you were somewhat thankful that they were away for the time being. after all, thoma was in front of you and was good company.

“you seem pretty acquainted with city life, thoma,” you spoke up halfway through the second dish. “how long have you lived in inazuma city?”

“i would say about three years. that’s when i came from mondstadt to work for the kamisato family,” he answered.

“you’re a mondstadtian? that’s incredible,” you said with widened eyes. “i’ve never been to mondstadt. what’s it like?”

“my mother is from mondstadt and my father was from inazuma. while it didn’t take too long to become familiar with inazuman culture, a lot of things about it are different from mondstadt,” he shrugged. “mondstadt is much more informal. in the capital city, everyone was close to one another. the main city doesn’t have many skyscrapers, and in the suburbs where i lived, everyone knew one another. most people are nice and friendly.”

“that’s the opposite of inazuma,” you chuckled, leaning into your palm. “i’ll have to visit sometime.”

“when you do, i’ll tag along and show you around,” he chuckled.

as the dishes flowed through, the conversation did the same. you learned more about thoma than you have in the last two weeks. apparently, he was an excellent cook and was fond of small animals. thoma learned that you were interested in working with a liyuean conglomerate when you graduated from business school and that your favorite thing to do in your downtime was watch documentaries.

the night waned on, and by the time you had been served the last dessert long ago, you were too engrossed in conversation to care. “so you’re telling me that you walked into that company meeting with all of your shirt buttons undone?!” you laughed, throwing your head back. “how did that even happen?”

“i was told that i had an emergency business meeting with the company over the phone first thing in the morning, so i must’ve put on whatever shirt and suit only to find out that it didn’t fit. when i tried to button them up right before the meeting, they all popped off right away. ayaka and ayato had to stop ourselves from bursting out in laughter.” he chuckled. “crazy, isn’t it?”

“i would never, ever expect that from you, but somehow endearing,” you wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes.

as your laughter settled down, thoma looked at his watch. “oh my, it’s already eight. how about we go on a walk around the block? unless you’d like to head home already, that is,” he suggested.

“i’d love to go for a walk,” you said.

he beamed with a smile so bright you could go blind. walking to you, he offered you a hand to stand up. you took it eagerly, rising up alongside him.

as you walked out of the restaurant, a gust of wind swept over you. shivering, thoma was quick to react. “are you cold? here, take my coat,” he said, placing the suit jacket on your shoulders. “see? there, all better.”

the scent of sandalwood and vanilla enveloped your senses; the signature aroma of thoma. chuckling, you lightly elbowed him. “you’re too sweet. no wonder ayato says you’re the perfect secretary,” you remarked.

as you turn around the corner, the two of you are quiet. the chirp of car horns and distant chatter down the street was an afterthought. the bright, neon lights around inazuma’s central crossing illuminated the night. thoma lead you down the street in the opposite direction, a skip in his step.

“i love the central square,” he said, dispersing the silence. “but, to be honest, i love going down quieter parts of the city.”

he was right; it was much quieter outside of the central square. the skyscrapers still hung over your heads, but it beat hanging around tourists. looking to the sky, you rested your hands at your sides, the moon was full and shined brightly. you walked past a few people, bumping shoulders with thoma once or twice.

“so, what do you think about weddings, y/n?” he asked. “see as we’re planning one, that is.”

your cheeks became hot instantly. nonetheless, you swallowed your embarrassment. “i actually like them. i’m getting to the age where all my friends are beginning to settle down and have weddings themselves. it’s always good to see people get what they want.”

“i’d have to agree. making people happy makes me happy,” he nodded. “though, i will say, my grandmother and mother, have been wondering when i’m getting married myself.”

you raised an eyebrow. “what do you tell them?”

“i keep telling them that there’s no time to date or get married yet. i’m just starting my career, so there’s not really anytime that i could take someone out on a date, let alone have a relationship with them.”

you were almost disappointed at his response, but you steeled your emotions. you did not have a crush on a man you met two weeks ago, and who was also working alongside you. thoma spoke up once more, “and you? you’re so studious and serious about your work that you must be like me,”

“i-i think that i don’t have time for dating or love either,” you answered earnestly. “i mean, i’m going to the best business school in the world, i’m working with the kamisatos, and i’m always on the go. if i could find someone who could understand why i’m so busy, maybe i’d go on a date with them. but to be honest, there’s not really someone like that out there for me.”

“aw, y/n,” thoma said. “don’t be like that! there’s a person like that out there for you, i’m sure of it. it’s only a matter of time.”

“thanks, thoma,” you answered, crossing your arms to keep the night cold away. looking into his harlequin eyes, you smiled at him. “you always know what to say.”

in front of your apartment, you pulled the keys out of your pocket. thoma looked at you eagerly as you handed back his suit jacket. “thanks for the dinner tonight, thoma,” you said. “i really enjoyed it, even if it was meant to be a company dinner.”

“of course! i’m always happy to have good company,” he replied. “well then, i should go now. have a good night, y/n! rest up, i know i kept you up late.”

“good night, thoma,” you answered as you unlocked the door to your apartment.

slipping in front of the doorway, he spoke up. “w-wait, one more thing!” he said, and you turned around instantly. “i-i know that we had dinner alone together by accident, but i’d like to do this again. and i don’t just mean that in a work-way, i mean it in a friendship-way too. so, can we do this again sometime?”

“i’d love to,” you replied instantly, words falling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “thoma, i’d be honored to go out with you again.”

“great!” he chimed, smiling in a way that squeezed your heart. “okay, good night now! for real this time.”

going inside your apartment, you closed the door and locked it. you placed a hand over your beating heart, letting out a long sigh. your back slid against the door until you were seated on the floor. you kicked off your shoes, letting the moonlight from the kitchen window illuminate your face.

you tucked your knees close to your chest, tilting your head. thoma was an enigma to you. something about him was equally infuriatingly charming and sweet, and it was making your head spin.

no thoughts like that, you thought to yourself. you were not about to ruin your career because you got along a little too well with him.

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[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | pta meeting

i literally don’t know how to shut up about him

also this is all because i saw a drabble of dilf!zeke and it’s been on my mind nonstop

warnings/notes: dilf!zeke, fem!reader, cursing, eventual smut, zeke is a divorced/widowed dad(at 33), reader is 21, cursing, zeke has a mean daughter and a sweet daughter, breeding kink, overstimulation, brief choking, slight degradation, shit one shot i’m sorry

you swear to the lord that zeke’s 11 year old daughter is a menace to society.

she’s brutally honest, just like zeke, and mean. she’s oddly mature for her age, and you think it might have something to do with her late mother. she looks almost nothing like zeke, but she certainly inherited her personality from him. she’s got curly dark brown hair that ends at her armpits and zeke’s grey eyes. she has a button nose along with rosy cheeks, something else she inherited from her mother.

“y’know my daddy only dates you cause you take care of me and aloisia,” isolde says to you as she slips on her school shoes.

you feel your eye twitch as you turn to zeke’s other daughter, aloisia, who’s seven and looks exactly like zeke. she’s got his nose, his hair color, and even eye shape. she’s got hazel eyes and a slim face. she’s as bubbly as they come, always greeting people she passes by on the street, always making friends at the park.

“i’m ready,” she holds up her small hand to you, a silent request for you to hold her hand.

“same,” isolde stands up after she swings her back pack onto her back, brushing off the nonexistent dirt on her navy blue skirt.

“zeke, the girls are ready!!” you shout out, taking aloisia into your arms.

zeke comes stumbling out of his bedroom, a white sleep shirt covering his torso and grey sweatpants.

“you’re going in that,” you raise an eyebrow at his attire, “we’re going to a parent-teacher meeting, not the gym.”

“yeah daddy, my teachers are gonna think you’re a bum or something,” isolde snickers.

“i’ll help your dad, go watch tv for a little bit longer,” you chuckle at zeke’s pout and put down aloisia, who runs to the couch.

isolde takes off her backpack and joins her sister on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table as aloisia puts on avatar: the last airbender.

“i thought the dress code was casual,” zeke furrows his brows as you take his hand and lead him back into his bedroom.

“it is. sweatpants are not casual, they’re lounge wear,” you snicker as he flops onto the bed while you close the door and go into the closet.

you know zeke’s rolling his eyes at you, judging from his silence. you grab ahold of a white button up with light grey vertical stripes on it, trying to picture your boyfriend in the shirt. you shake your head and put it back on the rack, deciding that the default outfit would be best for now. you take a white button up off the hanger and grab a pair of black dress pants from his dresser. you hand him a pair of black loafers to go along with it and some long black socks that would cover up his ankles, you’re so glad you reminded him that they exist. you throw a black belt next to him as well.

“this is boring.”

“zeke, this is a pta meeting, the whole thing will be boring,” you watch him rid himself of his shirt.

“should i wear a tie?”

“no, you’ll look better with one button undone,” you smile as he struggles to balance correctly when he puts on his pants.

he tucks the shirt inside his pants and slips on the belt with ease. he unbuttons a button before he slips on his socks.

“i thought today was my day off,” he smirks at you while you roll up his cuffs a bit.

you roll your eyes and he slips on his shoes. he doesn’t need to do his hair, it’s just effortlessly neat.

“time to go,” you scurry to the front door with the girls following behind you.

“he doesn’t look homeless anymore,” isolde notes when zeke follows you all out of the door.

“not funny,” he huffs while he locks the door behind him and the girls get into the black SUV zeke drives.

you help aloisia buckle herself up in the car seat and then slip into the passenger’s seat next to zeke. he’s grumbling something about ‘uncle eren’ and ‘getting the girls’ as he turns the car on.

————

you try to ignore the women ogling zeke as you all walk down the school hallway. you send isolde off to her class since her meeting is after aloisia’s.

“i hope you’ve been good,” you say to aloisia, who’s holding both your’s and zeke’s hands.

“i have! ms greene says i’m one of the best,” she gloats, and you hope for zeke’s sake that ms greene isn’t bluffing.

you three walk into the second grade classroom, which is empty because you reserved the appointment, only to find the teacher isn’t in there. it only seems to make aloisia more excited as she tugs you and zeke towards the class wall with a bunch of pictures of it.

“look, look!!” she jumps as she points at her’s, “they said to draw our family and she said i did a good job!!”

the picture is a messily drawn family portrait of zeke, isolde, and aloisia.

“you drew (name) very pretty,” zeke smiles at you when you snap your head back to look at the picture in closer detail.

there you are, stick figure holding hands with zeke’s and aloisia with isolde on zeke’s other side. you never expected to be on aloisia’s family portrait, you’d barely been in her life for two years and weren’t exactly motherly. you’re a struggling college student that she occasionally sees crying at the kitchen table with zeke comforting you from behind. she, on very rare occasions, sees you come home, absolutely plastered, with a sober zeke leading you to his room. you’re the woman that wakes her up when you cry on the couch late at night. you were, admittedly, okay with not being seen as their mom.

it wasn’t your place, for so many reasons. one, you didn’t exactly act as a role model. two, you could never replace her mother and would never try. three, zeke never referred to you as such. you’d only ever act like their mother whenever you were in certain situations. but that didn’t mean you didn’t want them to see you as a maternal figure.

it made you want to cry, but luckily you didn’t. you just smile at the picture and pat aloisia’s head in approval.

“you did do a very good job,” you smile down at her and before you can give her a hug, you notice a woman walking into the room.

“oh, you must be zeke yeager, aloisia’s dad! i’m ms greene,” her face flushes while she holds out her hand for him to shake.

“yea, that’s me. it’s nice to meet you,” he shakes her hand.

she turns to you, “oh my goodness, i didn’t know aloisia and isolde had an older sister!”

“no, she’s my girlfriend of two years,” zeke chuckles uncomfortably.

“i’m (name), nice to meet you,” you wave your hand, “i’m just here to keep an eye on aloisia while you two talk.”

zeke and her go to a table in the corner of the room and aloisia drags you towards a bookshelf.

thirty minutes of aloisia rambling about her favorite book go by seemingly quick, and you watch as she cheers when her classmates walk into the room. zeke’s walking towards you, holding a thumbs up with a cocky smile, for whatever reason.

you kiss aloisia goodbye, who doesn’t seem too fazed, and head towards isolde’s classroom. you hold hands with zeke while swinging them back and forth while he repeats everything the teacher’s said to him.

“i can’t believe my little girl’s at a third grade reading level,” he exclaims, “that vocabulary studying did wonders!!”

“you should thank me since i was the one who studied with her cause she asked about my assignments for class,” you taunt and laugh when zeke pulls you closer by the shoulder.

that’s how the two of you walk into isolde’s classroom. she’s sitting at a table with her teacher, miss dunst, and fidgeting with her thumbs anxiously. she’s covering half of her face with her hair. with the one eye you can see it looks puffy and her cheeks are red, as if she’d been crying.

it has both you and zeke rushing to sit down on both side of her, zeke asking miss dunst what happened while you tend to isolde.

“hey, why are you crying,” you’re squatting by her chair and you reach to brush the hair out of her face.

when you see her other eye, you gasp out at the black eye starting to form on her eye.

“oh my god, zeke, look at her face!!”

“that is what i wanted to speak about with you. isolde has been getting bullied by some of her classmates. today, a little girl hit her after isolde defended herself while they argued,” the poor woman looks sad watching you and zeke check isolde for more wounds.

“why has she been bullied? she’s not mentioned this to me or (name),” zeke asks while examining her eye more closely.

“well, during the first day of school, isolde introduced herself and told the class about her family. she mentioned you, mr yeager, and her sister. the kids asked about her mother before i could stop them and she was honest with them and said that she had passed. she then said that she still, in a way, had a mother. your girlfriend, mr yeager.

“i asked her occupation, to which isolde said a college student. the kids got loud but i managed to quiet them down, and i thought it was the end of that. after that, her classmates started to pick on her verbally about your age gap and her late mother. i didn’t find out about it until this morning when isolde was hit,” miss dunst frowns as she explains.

before zeke could open his mouth, you speak up, “i’m the girlfriend, (name). i am hoping that these children will be punished accordingly and that their parents be notified. if this has really been going on all year like you say, then at this point their parents should be involved.”

“of course! i’m giving all of their parents a call after classes today. the little girl who hit her is sitting down with the principal right now, so she should be safe if you two would like her to stay at school.”

“give us a moment,” you smile kindly, which she returns, and walks to her desk to give you ‘privacy’.

“isolde, why didn’t you tell your daddy or i about what was going on,” you ask while she hugs zeke.

she peeks her head out of his chest, “didn’t want to seem weak.”

“why would you be worried about that,” zeke asks.

“after mom died, you were always so sad and stressed. i thought that if i was strong, you would be happier,” she explains shakily.

“isolde, look at me,” you put a hand on her knee, “you were six years old when your mommy died. six year olds shouldn’t know how to accurately take care of themselves, it’s why your daddy was there. i’m sure your daddy appreciated the effort, but i promise you that all he wanted you to be was his happy little girl. you don’t need to be strong at 11 years old, and you don’t need to be strong all the time. like you said, your daddy was sad when your mom died. it didn’t make him weak, it made him a person. and that’s what you are; a person. a little person.”

she sniffles and nods at you, “people can’t do everything by themselves. i’m sorry if we made it feel like you couldn’t tell us, and it’s totally understandable that you felt that way.”

zeke hums in agreement, “we love you, baby. so much.”

“love you too,” she mumbles with a small smile.

“do you want to stay at school,” zeke asks, he didn’t want to force her into a situation where she didn’t want to be.

“i have a math test later, don’t wanna miss it,” she sighs, now looking up at you.

“(name)...?”

you tilt your head while you wait for her answer.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so mean to you. everyone was making fun of me and called it weird, so i guess i wanted to believe that too,” your heart warms whenever she looks away shyly.

great, now zeke’s horny from seeing you act motherly.

————

ever since you and zeke had stepped off school campus, one of his hands was always touching you. it didn’t matter where, zeke was shameless.

even as you unlock the door to the his house, he has his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. his lips are kissing softly at your neck and his hands are shamelessly groping at your boobs.

“zeke, what is up with you,” you laugh whenever you open the door, kicking off your shoes immediately.

“horny,” he admits, swiftly following after you and locking the door behind himself.

“what about this morning made you horny,” you ask shyly while you sit on the couch.

zeke’s buttons are halfway undone and his belt is somewhere on the floor. he squeezes in behind you, once again pressing his chest against your back.

“acting maternal, i guess,” his beard tickles the back of your neck as he kisses it.

“is this why you told isolde it was okay if she wanted to stay at school,” you snicker at his fingers pulling your shirt over your head.

“why else,” he scoffs, “my only day off in a while and i’m horny. sounds like a deal.”

you whimper whenever he starts biting at your neck and when his large hands slip under your bra.

“zeke, if we’re gonna do it on the couch, can i at least lay on my back,” you ask while zeke unclips your bra.

without a word, he’s thrown you onto the couch on your back and climbing on top of you seconds later. your hands quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it halfway off of his body.

zeke throws the shirt onto the floor and kisses you, hands running up and down your torso. he pulls away to kiss and suck at your neck while his hands grope at your tits. you’re stuck between laughing and moaning at zeke’s beard dragging against your neck.

his mouth trails down to your tits, mouth attaching to your left tit while he continues to grope your right one. you let out a moan whenever he tweaks your nipple with his right hand and bites softly at your left nipple.

he pulls away from your chest, tugging off your pants and panties in frustration. it leaves you laughing and assisting him. whenever your pants do come off, he throws them to the ground and spreads your legs.

“zeke, they’re not opening too far, we’re on a couch,” you note, but soon stand corrected as zeke grabs your ankle and puts it on the back of the couch.

“nevermind,” you snicker at his cocky smirk, as if he’d done something amazing.

your other leg hangs off the couch, leaving you spread open for zeke. zeke spreads open your glistening folds with thumbs and gives a mindful lick up to your clit. after realizing that his beard is not rubbing against you uncomfortably, he dives in like it’s a pool, which he thinks it is because of how wet you are.

his mouth his sucking on your clit vigorously, as if he were a man starved. you’re moaning wantonly as he suddenly ups the speed. how did he even go that fast, you have no clue, but either way you enjoy it. your back in arching off of the couch and your toes are curling as zeke starts bringing you closer to an orgasm.

“zeke!! i’m... i’m gonna come,” you tug at his hair as your legs start to convulse and close around his head.

he only goes faster, and you wonder to yourself if zeke is powered by batteries or something. but the thought is quickly shut off whenever you finally orgasm, moaning out in ecstasy and throwing your head back against the couch cushions.

zeke slows down his pace, helping you ride through your orgasm. he pulls away whenever you’ve calmed down, fingers immediately pressing at your tight entrance.

“zeke... i-i’m too sensitive,” your complaint goes ignored as two of zeke’s fingers are suddenly inside of you.

“don’t care, deal with it,” he huffs as his fingers stretch you out.

with his other hand, his thumb is rubbing at your puffy clit at the same time of his fingers curling inside of you. your hips buck up with a mewl and zeke chuckles at the sight. unlike last time, he’s moving his tantalizingly slow.

his fingers curl once more, rubbing against the spongy part inside of you sweetly. you buck your hips up again at the contact and curl your toes whenever zeke starts abusing that spot with overwhelming speed. curling his fingers against the spot each time he pistons his fingers in and out of you.

“zeke!!” you come again while moaning his name and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

zeke chuckles when he pulls his fingers out, spreading them apart to watch your juices stick together in strings. he plops the fingers in his own mouth, rubbing his other hand up and down your quivering thigh as he pulls away from your sloppy cunt.

he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obnoxious ‘pop’ and pulls off his pants and boxers at the same time. he groans at his cock hitting against his lower stomach.

you stare at zeke’s cock. the tip is flushed with a bashful pink and his hair is trimmed nicely against his groin. he’s more girth than he is length, a whopping 6.5 inches, which is something he absolutely gets arrogant about.

“hurry,” you huff while watching zeke fist his cock.

“nah, you gotta beg for it, baby,” the corner of his mouth tugs upwards as he watches you wipe away your tears from the previous orgasm.

“zeke,” you whine and wiggle your hips, “please please please give me your cock. need it so bad.”

he hums thoughtfully, and it already gives you his answer.

“please... i want it so bad, need to be fucked by you,” you pout but perk up at his dismissive shrugging.

“since you want it so bad,” he’s laughing while he puts his right hand on your pelvis and his other on his shaft to enter you.

you gasp at the feeling of him pushing inside of you, grabbing for his, now, free hand. when you catch his hand, you guide it to your bruised neck for him to grasp on. he’s chuckling once again, fingers lightly squeezing against your throat as he continues to push himself in.

he groans whenever he bottoms out, letting go of your neck to grab at your plush thighs. he pushes the towards your chest and thrusts into you shallowly after he spits on his cock buried in your pussy. he hits you deeper than he would’ve before, that much is obvious by your moans raising octaves when he starts to thrust roughly.

your hands reach up to grab the back of his thighs to pull him closer to you than before. he’s groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing onto him each time he pulls out and thrusts back into you.

“fuck... zeke!!” you cry and throat your head back.

“fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so fuckin’ tight. even after how much i fuck this pretty little cunt each week.”

his words make you whimper and squeeze your grip on his thighs, making crescent moons into the skin.

“i’m gonna come... i’m gonna come again,” you pant out, back already starting to arch, “come with me please..!”

he speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass getting increasingly louder as he does so.

“you wanna come with me so badly,” he asks tauntingly while you nod.

“god, zeke, please,” you try to ignore the saliva and tears on your face as you continue to scream out for zeke.

“i’ll give my sweet girl my cum since she asked so nicely,” he’s biting his lip whenever he feels his orgasm getting closer.

“yes! yes! please,” you sound so desperate as your orgasm gets closer, “zeke, please, fuck a baby into me, please..!”

zeke almost comes right then at your pleas, but ends up stilling and adjusting his stance to thrust into you more efficiently. the sudden stop makes you whine but it’s soon interrupted with a gasp as he jackhammers into you harder and faster than before.

“fuckin’ whore, wanting me to fuck a baby into you. to make you a mom. since you asked so nicely, i’ll oblige,” he berates.

“you me to fuck a baby into you? make you a mom?” it has you nodding frantically.

zeke continues to degrade you as you’re orgasm comes rushing towards you, fingers now clawing at his thighs as a signal.

zeke thrusts into you two more times before the two of you manage to orgasm simultaneously. his jackhammering slows into a grind, helping the two of you ride out the euphoria you’ve both just went through.

you whimper whenever he pulls out, uncomfortable at the sudden emptiness in you. he watches his cum start to dribble out of you, telling you to keep your legs up. he scurries off to find a paper towel or something to wipe it up with before it falls onto the couch. you shiver whenever you feel a wet cloth wipe away the dribbling cum.

he’s wiping down your chest and neck as well with a clean side of it after you put your legs down. he carries you off into his bathroom, sitting you on the counter while he readies the shower.

“i can’t believe you said that,” he raises a questioning eyebrow at you while he checks the water’s temperature.

“i wouldn’t mind having your kid,” you shrug and watch him put two towels on the counter next to you.

“i might just give you one, don’t say that,” he jokes as he starts to hug you.

“‘m okay with that,” you sigh and lean into his touch, enjoying his warmth.

“you’re stupid,” he snorts and kisses at your shoulder.

“only for you,” you snuggle your head into his neck with a giggle.

“i love you,” he sighs.

“i love you. enough to have your kids.”

maybe in a few hours when you weren’t bathing in the afterglow, zeke would bring it up to you.