#i feel like i either did big gifs this year or outfit sets with like 100 tiny gifs

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I was tagged by @dusiks and @connorjesup to show my gifs before and after coloring 💜 thank you for tagging me! it's always fun to go back and see what i've giffed and the different ways i've played with colours. I tend to use the same process (exposition/curves/levels + selective colours/vibrance) to make things more vibrant and less dark/flat (+ to sneak in some purple whenever i can!)

i'm not sure who's done this before but i tag @melonatures @kdongyoung @bittergloss @kateknowsdramas @liveasbutterflies @storge 💜

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts - Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: This is my second of three entries for @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge to celebrate the holidays with our favourite aviators.

pairing:  Jake Seresin x reader

warnings/content: Jake as a lovesick little puppy, mentions of church/Christianity.

word count: 1.9k

It had been months since Jake had gone back home to Austin, Texas. He couldn’t remember a date other than “too long.” When the chance to go home for a three week leave for the holidays arose, Jake practically jumped on it. As cocksure and seemingly uncaring as he made himself out to be, at the end of the day, Jake was becoming homesick, ready for a long overdue trip to his hometown.

“Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake!” 

A little voice squealed from the living room around the corner, a blonde haired, green eyed little boy - the spitting image of Jake - came speeding into the hallway, wrapping his tiny arms around his uncle’s leg in an effort to hug him. Jake reached down and tousled the boy’s hair, beaming down at his little nephew as he scooped him up for a hug.

“Well if it ain’t my favourite nephew! Miss me?” Jake chuckled as he gave his nephew a tight squeeze.

“Sure did!” The boy grinned, in an accent that almost perfectly matched Jake’s. 

“Easton, give your poor Uncle Jake a minute’s breathing space, he just got in the door!” Jake’s sister, Stephanie shook her head as she laughed, her hand on her hip as she watched her son fuss over his uncle. 

“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it, Steph, I missed the lil’ guy, I don’t mind being showered with a warm welcome. Besides, he’s gotta say hi to me now before his big moment on stage tonight!” Jake grinned, ruffling Easton’s hair once again.

“I’m gonna play one of the smart guys at Jesus’ birthday party, Uncle Jake!” Easton said proudly as he puffed out his chest.

“You’re gonna be a what, bud?” Jake bit his lip as he held back a laugh at the six-year-old’s misinterpretation of a nativity play.

“Well, Mommy said wise means smart, so isn’t that what a wiseman is?” Easton furrowed his brow as he thought it over.

“I guess in a way, it does, pal, but you know, I fell asleep during Sunday school a lot, I wouldn’t listen to me.”

Jake set Easton down on the ground, the boy running off to go get himself changed into his outfit for his performance tonight. Jake laughed as he smiled and gave his sister a hug. Stephanie pulled away from his embrace after a moment and laughed at him, shaking her head. 

“You know, Mama’s been talking to that girl you used to like back in elementary school again. She volunteered to help for the nativity play, she’s helping coordinate it,” Stephanie smirks and nods her head, “You know…the one you used to run around naked in the backyard with when you were 4, her mama and Ma are good friends…what was her name again?”

Jake froze as a wave of nostalgia washed over him, the memories of you and him playing together as kids came flooding back, enveloping him as he was transported back to a time where you and he were the best of friends, completely inseparable as kindergarteners, best friends who couldn’t be without one another for more than a moment. That was, until, you had moved to the other side of the city when the two of you were 8 years old. By the time high school had come around, you were reunited again, but something was different - the best friend he knew as a young child was gone, the two of you having taken different paths in your preteen years, different interests now shoehorning their way between you, making it harder for either of you to ever reconcile the friendship you once had. 

Jake was an all-star athlete in school, captain of the lacrosse team, star quarterback for the football team, and first-baseman for the baseball team. He was in a world you weren’t a part of when it came to high school, and you two struggled to find your way back to one another. He’d always had feelings for you, for as long as he could remember. After you’d both grown so distantly far apart by the time you’d reached high school, he never had the courage to ever tell you. The mere thought of you was enough to get his heart racing all over again, just like it did in high school whenever he saw you walking down the halls. 

Jake shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and shook his head, trying to appear indifferent to the mention of you.

“I dunno, can’t remember. I haven’t seen her in like, 16 years, Steph.”

“Hmm…,” Stephanie smirked as she raised her eyebrow at him, “You best go get showered and changed. Gotta leave here in about 45 minutes.” 

Jake emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later,  freshly showered, shaved and dressed in a creamy beige coloured sweater and his favourite dark washed denim jeans, cognac brown cowboy boots adorning his feet to complete the look. His golden blonde military-approved haircut was gelled up in the front, the way he’d worn it every day for the last 20 years or so - he swore up and down that if he didn’t use the hair gel, it’d be an unruly mess, though everyone around him knew he was just a creature of habit whose life motto was “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”  

The drive to the church was a quiet one, little Easton was practically buzzing with excitement in the back seat beside Jake, but insisted on not speaking so he could save his voice for the lines he had in the play. Jake couldn’t help but laugh at the child’s insistence on playing the part so professionally, but Stephanie had simply nodded and smiled, giving Jake a look that explained this was just how Easton was, a perfectionist like his uncle. 

The church auditorium was full of parents and families waiting to see their children on stage for the next hour, a handful of lines of dialogue shared between each child in order to make it fair for everyone. Phones were held out with cameras pointed at the stage, each parent excitedly watching for their child’s big moment. Jake took his seat beside his sister and her husband, his parents seated to his left. They all smiled proudly as they watched the stage, waiting for Easton’s big stage debut. 

Jake had noticed you standing by the front of the stage, a few rows of seats ahead of him. You were discreetly and quietly helping the children when they got stuck with remembering their positions on stage or the lines they were supposed to say. You looked just as he’d remembered you - in fact, he’d argue that you’d only grown more beautiful over the last 16 years. He felt his heart racing again, a soft, rosy pink hue filling his cheeks as he smiled in your direction. He could hear his mother lean over and whisper something to his father, who dissmissively rolled his eyes at his wife, trying to stifle a laugh. Stephanie smirked to herself, and her husband, who was none the wiser about your lifelong crush, sat confused, trying to work out what he was missing. 

“Jake,” Stephanie whispered to her brother, nodding her head slowly as her eyes stayed on the stage, watching for Easton, “I’d say somethin’ to her if I were you. Can’t go back to California and not say a word to the poor girl about how you feel. Maybe she feels the same way and y’all can have something together before you go back in a couple’a weeks?” 

Jake shook his head slightly, a warm smile on his face. His green eyes were betraying him as he spoke, showing how he felt as his words contradicted him.

“I don’t still have feelin’s for her, Steph. It was just a crush in high school. I bet she’s even forgotten me.”

“She hasn’t,” Jake’s mom piped up as she whispered, leaning over Jake’s father to speak.

“What?” 

“She hasn’t forgotten you, Jake,” His mother simply repeated before returning her attention to the stage.

Jake spent the next 20 minutes mulling over this information from his mother, and the words of encouragement from his sister. While there was always the very likely possibility that the two women were meddling and trying to set him up on a date with someone, anyone, who they thought he might have a shred of happiness with, there was also the possibility they could be right - maybe you really had been harboring the same feelings for him all these years too. 

After the play had ended and the auditorium had cleared out, Jake approached you, waiting politely for you to finish your conversation with another parishioner, one congratulating you on the play being a success. Jake smiled warmly, his million-dollar grin on full display, a twinkle in his pale green eyes as he spoke. 

“Hi, I’m not sure if you remember me or not?” He began.

“Jake, right? Jake Seresin? I suppose you’re a Lieutenant now, your mama told me about it, congratulations!” She smiled warmly, nodding her head, “I could never forget you, we used to be good friends back when we were just lil’ kids.”

Jake nodded his head, unable to control the wide, beaming grin on his face as she spoke, revealing that his mother was at least right about one thing, you’d never forgotten him. 

“That’s me! My mama’s pretty bad for bragging about me, sorry ‘bout that,” Jake laughed as he shook his head, running a hand to the back of his neck, his finger tips running through the ends of his short hair in the back, “Listen, I, uh,” Jake stuttered for a moment before shaking his head with a laugh. 

“I’d like to take you for a drink or something, we could catch up? For old times sake, I mean, if we both remember being good friends when we were little but haven’t spoken in 16 years, then we have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?”

Jake grinned as you titled your head, an eyebrow cocked upward in a challenging manner as he waited for your response to his proposal. 

“I’d like that, actually,” you responded, nodding her head, “I’m free tomorrow, if you’d like?”

Jake nodded his head, laughing softly as he smiled, unable once again to fight the urge to feel hopeful and hopelessly in love as your unrequited crush from 16 years ago accepted your text. Jake had no idea what he was doing at this point - he wasn’t a dater, he was generally unable to keep a relationship going longer than a couple of months, usually out of fear of what would happen while he was deployed. Would they cheat? Would he’d make it home ok? What would they do if Jake didn’t come home exactly the way he’d left it - not having a relationship was just easier.

However, in this moment, hearing you agree to have a drink with him tomorrow night, Jake was staring to wonder if maybe his bachelor streak was coming to an end. And he couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that it all unfolded because of his nephew’s role in his childhood church’s nativity play. 

[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 9

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

I still can’t believe it, I never thought I’d be engaged to be married, ever considering my track record, But I guess the best things come when you least expect it to. Travis and his family coming into my life was definitely a blessing in disguise. There is no doubt I love my family but it’s a different feeling of love being accepted by your partner’s family. 

It’s been a few days since Travis proposed, the news outlets obviously already know and are spinning a bunch of theories every day. 

“They only got engaged because she’s pregnant”  “She gave him an ultimatum and that’s why he did it.”

Every day it’s something new, I know it is only because we have only been together a year but jeez, people get engaged after only being together for a few months, and a lot of the time those are the couples that are the happiest and stay together the longest. (In my opinion) Travis has been over the moon and telling pretty much anyone he can, even after a game in the press room, he finds any chance to bring it up, It is definitely the cutest thing to see him blushing on TV.  I even see it all over TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, you name it and it’s there.

We have been getting calls, and texts all day. Some from friends and family others, news networks, talk shows, and everything. It has been crazy. Travis and I are both doing talk shows, not together but a few days apart.

"You think these go together?" Travis has been inside the closet for an hour trying to find an outfit when he goes on Jimmy Fallon tonight.

I look up from where I lay on the bed scrolling through Tiktok, he’s holding a black suit set. “Ohh, that would look so nice, especially with your gold jewelry,” I tell him he gives me a smile in response hanging the outfit on the side for later “You are one amazing woman, you know that?” he smiles at me once more.

We both head downstairs to film a new episode of New Heights with Jason. We settle in the chairs, pull the headphones on, and wait for Jason.

“Hello hello, family!” Jason somewhat yells. I laugh at the face he makes before Travis and Jason get into their announcements and sponsors.

“Now we have two special guests today, my awesome and beautiful wife Kylie and our awesome sister-in-law Y/n!” Jason announces loudly earning a weirded and shocked look from Kylie “Oh my” she mutters smirking at me through the camera, I try to hold in my laughter behind my hand, “gotta love Jason’s enthusiasm” I tell them laughing. We talk about a few topics before Jason brings up the big one “Okay, I waited long enough to bring it up, can we please talk about the proposal?” he asks.

I look to Travis for agreement, after a brief nod and encouraging smile “Well It was definitely a surprise I’ll tell you that, we had talked about it and I didn’t expect him to propose a few weeks after that talk.” I laugh. I turn and face Travis “You know it was perfectly timed, as someone who didn't really see themselves getting married, I knew the second we met that she was either gonna be my wife or I would never get married to anyone else unless it was her.” He replies looking at me after. I tried to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I dab under my eyes “I love you so much” I tell him giving him a quick soft kiss.

 We turn to see Jason and Kylie both smiling wide. Jason was sporting the proud big brother look “When Trav came to me and started talking to me about how he was planning all of this, for one, I was shocked cause, for one I’ve never seen him talk so passionately about someone or something as much as his car collection, so It was so cool to see him do that, and two, I was just excited to be able to watch it happen in front of my eyes.” Jason says before turning his attention to Kylie “what did you think?” he asks her. 

She smiles “I for one was kinda just like thank god, he finally asked her and now I have my sister-in-law” she laughs “When Jason told me the plans I was ecstatic, It feels good to see you both happy.” she says in response. We give them both fond smiles “Aww, see and my biggest fear was everyone thinking we were crazy for doing this too soon.” I laugh.

“If I never met you and your family I would have thought the same thing but everyone can clearly see you guys are in love and like Travis said if it feels right then it’s right and you gotta take that chance when It shows itself,” Jason tells us. We talk a bit more and we say goodbye to them.

An hour later

Travis and I are in our closet getting ready to head out for his interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon, Travis wearing the black suit ensemble and me wearing something similar. 

We pull into the studio already seeing paparazzi surrounding the entire sides of the entrance to the studio. I huff trying to mentally prepare for the swarm about to happen, Travis leans over grasping my hand in pulling it towards his face giving the tops of my hands a chaste kiss. “We got this, and always remember I got you, baby,” he reassured me. I nod my head. He leans forward and opens the car door, the camera lights flashing like crazy before it doubles when I also come out of the car, the driver shuts the door and Travis guides me protectively towards the door, pushing back over pushy paparazzi.

We finally make it inside the building and we are met by a studio rep, they guide us to where we need to be. We chill in the studio’s dressing room before we are guided over to the studio’s main stage and seating area. I give Travis a kiss before he heads back and I open the door to where the audience is and where my front-row seat is.

I hear gasps flow throughout the room I look up to see the audience staring at me in shock “Hi everyone” I wave to them shyly. I hear quick responses throughout the room and sit down in my seat where a couple of younger girls are. I give them a smile before I focus my attention on Jimmy walking out onto the stage and sitting behind his desk. “Okay, we are live, in three, two, one” I hear the camera director announce. “Hello everyone, today we have a very special guest, please welcome the man, the chief king and big yeti, Travis Kelce!” he announces theatrically before the crowd starts to yell out and Travis works his way to his seat “Hello hello” he waves to the audience, winking at me, I smile in response. 

They talk a bit about his games, and about the new documentary Jason has made coming out soon. “Okay, now we all know there is something big that needs to be talked about,” Jimmy smirks, Trav laughs rubbing his bearded chin and nodding “Yeah, I have a feeling I know” he laughs. Jimmy laughs “okay we all know you recently proposed to your now fiance Y/n L/n” the crowd starts clapping and hollering as Travis blushes “Yeah, I got her to say yes, thankfully” Travis jokes. Jimmy laughs “okay, so tell us how it happened, how did you do it?” he asks “Well, I had started planning all of it a few months ago and had the ring for a while, and I decided to set up a small park that we always went to and had her favorite flowers scattered on the ground with those tea light candles and then I did it.” he tells them cheesing big. 

The crowd awws and hollers “oh my, well that sounds amazing.” Jimmy compliments, “So of course I have to ask cause everyone was talking about how too soon it was, do you think you did it too soon?” he asks. Travis smiles shaking his head “no, absolutely not, I knew it was the right moment and me and her are big believers in if it feels right take that jump cause we see too many people lose those opportunities and I can’t lose her.” Travis tells them gaining soft coos from the audience.

Jimmy is smiling softly at him “you know, you are so right, and I just want to say congratulations to you and I know you guys are gonna do amazing, I wish I could tell y/n so please if you can pass that for me” Jimmy laughs, Travis nods smiling “actually one second” he hold a finger up before standing up and heading off the stage to the audience and holding his hand out for me to grab.

The crowd starts to yell as Travis guides me towards the seat closest to Jimmy. 

We smile at each other and pull each other into a hug “Oh my god, I can’t believe your here? It’s so cool to see you again.” He tells me I smile “It’s so good to see you too, I mean I’m gonna be here next week so” We laugh and sit down. “This is crazy, So congratulations, how are you feeling?” he asks “Thank you! And very very good, I could not be happier” I smile at him.

We sit and talk a bit more before the show ends and we say our goodbyes to Jimmy, the audience, and the production before we head home.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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can you do part 2 to the Kenny omega Babies piece where the Reader is watching one of Kenny Aew match or at an Aew paper view in person or is either at Reader and Kenny Home in NORTH CARRROLLINNNAAAA. And the reader ends up going into Labor but Kenny ends up making it to see either his Baby boy or Baby Girl born and the golden elite come to visit after the baby is born?

Babies Part 3

Main Masterlist Kenny Omega Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Summary: Your ringside for The Elite VS JAS VS HOB for the trios titles in Winnipeg when you go into Labor. 

Word count: 1565

Just about everyone advised me not to go to Winnipeg for Dynamite due to the fact that there was a really high possibility that I could go into labor during the show. Being the stubborn person I am, I refused and was determined to be there. I was so angry that I couldn't make it to AEW’s first ever show in Canada nonetheless in my home town of Toronto because of the whole suspension thing. Even though I was not suspended it was recommended that I also stay away for a while. Now we are in Winnipeg Manitoba Canada, and I am so excited to be a part of the show, even if it is just me being ringside for the boys match. 

I was sitting in hair and makeup getting ready for the show when Shannon, one of the costume designers approached me. 

“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Shannon said excitedly as she approached me

“Hi Shan, I’m doing alright for the most part. I feel huge” I said pointing down to my baby bump

“Hey now, don’t be so mean to bumpy. I can’t wait to meet that little girl. You and Kenny are going to be great parents!” 

“Oh yeah? I’m not too sure about that one. She could come any day and I’m literally terrified. I can hardly take care of myself let alone a little human baby!” 

“Please Y/N, You will be a great mother. I see how you treat the young talent here. You are like a second mother to them” 

“That’s different, yes they are my babies but they are 18 to early 20s. That is a big difference to a newborn child! Before you  cut me off, yes I know that I treat AEW as my baby but it is my baby. You have been here since day one girl. You know I would do absolutely anything for this company. You remember how hard it was in the beginning!” 

“I remember very well Y/N! But that is not why I’m here. I came here to give this to you” Shannon said as she handed me a gift bag with tissue paper sticking out of the top

When I opened the gift I was shocked to see a matching set of ring gear to the ones the boys would be wearing tonight

“Shan!!! You shouldn't have!” 

“Yes I should, do you like it?” 

“I love it!!! The real question is, is it going to fit me?”

“It should fit, If not I can make a quick fix if needed. I thought you would like something cute to wear tonight!” Shannon said with the largest smile on her face! 

“Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me!” 

XXX

When I put on the gear I was shocked to see that it fit like a glove. The white and silver bodysuit hugged my curves perfectly, surprisingly making my baby bump look flattering.  The matching Jacket put the whole outfit together perfectly although I did swap out the boots for my Dior Jordans. No way was my swollen ankles were  going to get into the boots. 

Once I was all ready I headed over to the Elite locker room to show​​ Tyson and The Bucks my new outfit. 

*knock knock knock*

“Come in!” Nick yelled through the door

When I opened the door I was greated by Tyson, Hangman and both Matt and Nick! 

“Hi, everyone!” I said

“Jesus christ Y/N!!!” Kenny said, almost in disbelief 

“Do you like it?” I asked

“Like it, I love it!!! How did you get this?” 

“Shannon surprised me with it!” 

“Of course she did” Matt said, interrupting our conversation “She’s the best isn’t she Y/n!” 

“She really is Matt! How is everyone feeling? Ready for tonight?” I asked felling a bit of tension in the room

“Yeah, we are great! I’m honestly just a bit nervous” Kenny admitted 

After being friends for 14 years and together for the past 10 I knew by now that Kenny does not get nervous EVER. Not even when main eventing the tokyo dome. To him that was just another match. So I knew that although Kenny might not be nervous Tyson was. It was strange, normally he was Kenny Omega 24/7, and only few were granted the wish to use his government name but I could see that I wasn’t talking to Kenny Omega, this was Tyson Smith. 

XXX

A couple of hours have passed and it’s now time for the main event! 

The Elite Consisting of Kenny, Nick and Matt VS the team of the house of black consisting of Malachi Black, Brody King and Buddy Matthews VS The Jericho Appreciation Society consisting of Chris Jericho, Sammy Guevara and Daniel Garcia. A match for the trios titles that The Elite had just lost a few weeks ago to HOB at revolution. 

I was waiting backstage for the cue to make our entrance to Carry on Wayward son when I was greeted with a worried Tyson. That is when I figured out just why he was so nervous. 

“I really don’t think this is a good idea Y/N” Kenny said nervously pacing around the small area 

“What’s not a good idea?” I said, unsure just what he was referring to

“You being ringside for this match!”

“Why not? Everyone knows that I'm pregnant and will be careful not to run into me. Plus I can look out for myself. I will be fine, I think you forgot I am also a wrestler.” 

“No it’s not that”

“What? It’s not I will go into labor during the match” I said

Tyson said nothing he just gave me that look

“I will be fine, promise, ok?”

“Alright, I love you Y/N” 

“I love you too Tyson” 

XXX

The match was going great, The pop from the crowd when I made the surprise appearance with the Elite almost made me cry. I feel like they were almost more excited to see me than the boys. I did my usual interference and interactions with the crowd when I felt an abnormally hard kick to my stomach. Then I felt it, hot liquid running down my legs. I looked over to Brandon Cutler who was also ringside, filming for BTE when I whispered “I think my water just broke” 

I looked down to see the pool of fluid on the ground and when I looked up I made eye contact with Kenny who looked like he saw a ghost. 

I heard some people in the crowd gasp when it happened, almost everyone in the ring having the same reaction as Kenny. Thankfully Kenny wasn’t in the match when it happened so I was able to tell him that I was ok and that I would stay ringside until the match was over. And boy did those 20 minutes feel like the longest 20 minutes of my life. 

Once the match was finished I went to the backstage doctors who told me I should go to the hospital since I was in active labor. Me being the stubborn person I am, I refused. I wanted to stay until they taped rampage, since The Elite was booked to have a little speech after the taping to thank the crowd and have a little celebration For Kenny and Jericho. Tony Khan told me to forget about it and that I should really go to the hospital. I was getting tired of everyone telling me that but I was determined to stay. “If I have this baby backstage then I have it backstage!” I told a frustrated Kenny Omega. “ I am staying, end of story” 

Somehow I managed to make it through an extra 3 hours before we finally made it to the hospital. The celebration went well and in between some pretty nasty contractions I let the crowd know that I did indeed go into labor during the match! 

When I arrived at the hospital I was not alone. Tyson, Matt, Nick, Hangman, Adam Cole, Britt Baker and Matt’s wife Dana insisted on coming with us. Although it was weird at first I didn’t mind having my best friends with me. Although it was a bit of a sticky situation having this baby in Winnipeg it wasn’t all that bad. Kenny and I had a house in Toronto which was only about 2 and a half hrs by plane and due to the fact we would have an infant it would take around 20-24 hrs to drive. Kenny and I also both had family that lived in Winnipeg including Kenny’s parents who were kind enough to let us stay with them for a bit before we could get back home. 

I ended up having a natural birth due to my fear of needles and it was probably the worst decision I made in my life. The amount of pain I was in was insane but in the end it would be worth it. Tyson was scared, understandable so and so was I. 

Tyson, Britt and Dana were all there with me when I gave birth to my daughter. Tyson and I decided on the name Violet for our baby girl. She was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life. To make things better I was surrounded by my best friends. 

[storyandseries16]

Detectives Love- Chapter 3

Pairing: Henry!Sherlock Holmes x Female!reader

Chapter summary: You have an awkward tea with the Holmes brother’s

Quote: None

Your outfit: (it does not have to be this one I just like it) 

 You were quite surprised when Mycroft asked you to join them for tea. You were under the impression that he didn’t like you at all, but you gladly excepted the invitation. He had invited your sisters and their husband and fiancé, so now they're all 5 of you sitting in the carriage.

Your eldest sister was married to a rich man with a big estate. The marriage was arranged but she had been lucky enough to fall in love with him and have him reciprocate the feelings.

Your youngest sister was newly engaged to a man she met at a ball you all attended. He had good money but did not have a significant amount. Your parents were not completely on board with this marriage, but he had a good enough name that they didn’t try to stop it, and besides, they loved each other. You are happy for them, to be able to find wealthy men and fall in love, yet you still had the slightest amount of envy wanting what they had. You had been courted before, but each time the men were either horrible or had found someone besides you. This season your parents are more than eager to get you married. You did not mind the thought of marriage, and you knew that you must be married soon if you would like to have a decent life. You had thought about working but knew that you would never be paid a livable income just because you are a woman. 

Your train of thought stopped as the carriage paused at the Holmes house. ~ “Miss Y/l/n, have you both set a date for the wedding?” Mycroft asked your youngest sister.

“Yes, we are thinking March 18th” your sister smiled.

You had been at the Holmes for about 15 minutes and you had barely said anything and neither had Sherlock. You hadn’t said anything because you didn’t know what to say and Sherlock wasn’t speaking because he knew his brother was just trying to get him to court you.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock giving him a face that meant he should say something.

Sherlock sighed and said, “So, Mrs. Howard, how long have you and Mr. Howard been married?”

“2 years next month” your sister replied as her husband took her hand in his and smiled.

“That’s lovely” Mycroft replied, while Sherlock just nodded.

“Miss Y/l/n” Mycroft said Turing his head towards you, “how have you been?”

“I’ve been quite well, thank you,” you said setting your tea cup down and smiling, “and you?”

“Very well”

This was an odd conversation and you were just hoping that Enola would walk in.

“Where may Enola be?” You asked

Mycroft looked at Sherlock so that he could answer.

“She should be arriving soon,” Sherlock said looking up at you.

You smiled at him and then averted your gaze toward the hand in your lap. After a few minutes of talking Enola still hadn’t come down, so Mycroft went upstairs to get her annoyed by her ill manners.

He came back downstairs furious but tried to cover it to be polite. 

“Unfortunately we will have to cut this short,” he said to you and your family then looked at Sherlock, “We have a slight problem,” he said gritting his teeth.

[aristobun]

JUDY ALLOWS HER PIERCING GAZE TO REST ON HIM as soon as he utters those dreadful words. She should’ve known the man she now called Dad wouldn’t actually change much, even if she was now living with him for a time while she found her own place. She was almost 22 after all, so rather than live out her early adult years with a parental figure, she wanted to branch out and get on her own two feet in life. Frank was not opposed to the idea—she figured as much. They had nothing in common besides the trait that annoyed both of them when presented by the other; that being unforgiving vulgarity, even at the most inappropriate times.

Frank doesn’t match the expression as she gets up to leave, but there is a crystal clear hint of regret in his eyes showing that he feels remorse for what he did to her mother. He feels that he could have treated her better, but at the same time it is very obvious that it probably wouldn’t have worked out either way because of the mess of a man he is, as well as the bullshit that he is also peddling. Judy questions if he really believes in all of that, but the doubt she feels moment later makes it quite obvious he probably does, else her mother wouldn’t have been treated so horribly, even if he didn’t realise the pain he caused her for so many years.

Her mother and Frank had only been together a few days as it was more of a fling for a good time than anything else, but the impact it had left on her mother, Tess, had been ongoing, and now she wasn’t around anymore. The resentment Judy felt did become clear to Frank almost immediately, regardless of the fact she accepted his surprising invite for her to stay with him a while until she got herself sorted. That hadn’t been at all the kind of thing she would have expected from him after many of the vile things her mother had informed her of. But, she didn’t have much of a choice in searching for him, though she was old enough now to take care of herself, she still wanted some kind of parent in the world who could at least be there.

Judy didn’t think she’d get much of that care or kindness from him one bit, but it was worth a shot. The first step to achieving that goal had already happened when he allowed her to stay - even without her encouraging it or asking herself. A bunch of awkward smiles had been shared, but it seemed Frank wasn’t fully capable of a complete shift in his personality because the first thing out of his mouth that morning was a derogatory and uncalled for remark about the skirt she was wearing. It may not drop down lower than her kneecaps but that did not mean he had to make such a rude comment about it. She was in no way put off as much as to change her outfit, but she let him know with her resulting absence from the kitchen that he should probably keep those things to himself in future.

‘ You’re such a piece of shit , Frank , ‘ is all she says, stumbling out of the room, her cardigan brushing against his arm as she walks by so closely to make a point of her anger. He’s quick to grab her own arm, however, stopping her in her tracks. ‘ What? are you really gonna give me crap about that? you know you’re full of so much bullshit, what’s the big surprise? ‘ she snaps.

Frank is taken back for a moment, his silence and the look on his face evident of his shock at her attitude toward him. He’s not used to people calling him out like that often, but if they’re sure of themselves enough to do so, he usually sets them right so they don’t do it again. This time, though, he doesn’t know if he can give much of a retort to his daughter, but he is still very pissed off that she would even dare. He is only familiar with all he says and does as being the last word; no one usually says a damn thing to him about any of it, but she just did.

‘ I don’t wanna see you for the rest of day , Judith , ‘ he says, a tensing in his jaw as the smug smile begins to fade. He trains his eyes on her own to watch for any further trouble she wants to cause, but she simply yanks her arm out of his grasp with a grunt before she opens her mouth one last time.

‘ Don’t call me that , Frank , you haven’t earned the privilege . It’s Judy to you , ‘ she hisses , stomping away and upstairs to the room he had offered her for the next few months, leaving him to mull over the incident between them .

[drabbles-mc]

Wanna Get Out Of Here?

JJ Maybank x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 8 of the August Prompts: garden party

Warnings: language, brief mentions of bruises

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Maaaan I haven’t written for Outer Banks in about five million years. I don’t usually write for JJ but this little plot wiggled its way into my brain and I couldn’t not get it down on paper. Hope y’all enjoy!

Outer Banks Taglist: @garbinge​ (It’s been so long since I’ve written for this fandom, so if you asked me to add you to the taglist, I definitely forgot so please ask me again! xo)

“I’ll pay you to kidnap me,” you huffed out a sigh as you collapsed on the back steps.

JJ laughed, looking over at you now that you were sitting and eye-level with him, “I mean, I’d kidnap you for free.”

“Don’t say no to easy money,” you chuckled, bumping your shoulder against his own.

The two of you fell silent as you looked out at the beach in front of you. It was an extremely dark night, the only light coming from the party behind you, and the scattered stars across the sky, but even those didn’t feel quite as bright as they did on other nights. You were fighting the urge to lean against his shoulder, melt into him a little bit. In your peripheral you could see the way that he was bracing his arms heavily against his legs, each breath deep and calculated, like he was trying to keep himself in check. You knew from the bruises on his face that were healing slower than your liking that things had been rough lately. You also knew that he wasn’t going to talk about it all if he could help it.

Reaching down, you set your clutch to the side started to undo the buckles of the heeled sandals you had been wearing all night. Why anyone thought that wearing heels to an outside party, especially one that was practically on the beach, was a good idea was beyond you. But your mother insisted, so here you were, taking them off at the first opportunity.

JJ turned and looked over at you as you tossed the on the step beside you, chuckling at the look of relief on your face, “Should’ve just gone barefoot the whole time.”

You laughed, “I mean, my dress is long enough, I probably could’ve gotten away with it.”

There was a beat of a pause before he said, “I thought that this,” he gestured to the large venue behind you, “was right up your alley.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes, “Midsummers, and all of the other bullshit garden parties and whatever else the club puts on throughout the year are my dad’s speed, not mine. Usually I have Kie to keep me company and we can suffer together, but not this year.”

JJ looked over at you, a smirk on his face, “Yea, she’s still on lockdown at home.”

“I know,” you pulled your phone out of your clutch, “I’ve been sending her SOS texts all night.”

“What’s she supposed to do from home?”

You shrugged, laughing, “I don’t know. Send reinforcements or something. Maybe she could pay someone to kidnap me!”

“You actually wanna get out of here?” he asked, and you could spot the glint in his eyes from miles away.

“You have no idea how badly I wanna be as far away from here as possible, Maybank.”

He laughed, “Think you can hike your dress up high enough to ride the bike?”

JJ’s bike had never been passenger-friendly, but it had never stopped the two of you before. The outfit you were currently wearing presented a new and interesting challenge, but neither of you had ever been known to back down from challenges either. He watched you, able to see the gears turning in your mind as you tried to pull together a way to make it all work, a way to get out without the two of you wiping out on your exit.

You were just about to force yourself back into the shoes that you hated so much, when you realized what JJ was wearing as he sat next to you. You knew that the outfit he had on wasn’t because he was attending Midsummers as a guest. JJ had a habit of bouncing from one job to another, and you supposed that this was his newest location.

“You make a big exit with me now, they might not let you back,” you gestured to the vest he was wearing.

He laughed, “Good.”

You shook your head, laughing as you slipped back into your sandals. Standing up, you picked up the fabric that made up the long skirt of your dress. It took you a little bit, but you did figure out how to move and situate it so that you could knot it off to turn it into a much shorter skirt. There was no way you were going to be hopping on the back of JJ’s bike in a floor-length gown. And, if you were being honest, you liked the shortened look much better anyway.

JJ’s eyes were glued to you as he watched you get yourself ready for the mad dash to his bike. Part of him was wondering how you were planning on running in those shoes, but he also knew that this would be far from the first time that you’d gotten yourself into some kind of trouble escaping family obligations. He knew that because more often than not, he was the one who was acting as your getaway ticket if Kiara wasn’t around.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Oh,” you grabbed your phone and held it out to him, “Think you could hold onto that for me? I don’t feel like trying to carry my clutch while clinging to you for dear life.”

He smiled, slipping your phone into the pocket opposite his own, “More balanced this way anyway.”

“Alright,” you grabbed onto his hand and set off to head back towards the front of the house, “let’s get the hell out of here.”

JJ was beaming as he let you pull him along behind you. He blamed the rush of jitters on the fact that the two of you were making a break for it, not because you were holding his hand. Although the heat flaring in his cheeks told a different story. He tried not to think about that as he used his free hand to reach into his pocket for the keys to his bike.

You wove through the clusters of people with polite determination. You only bumped against a couple shoulders, and you could hear JJ calling out sarcastic apologies as he followed you, causing you to smirk at his antics.

Then you heard your father’s voice calling after you, just loud enough to catch your attention over the hustle and bustle of the party, “Where do you think you’re going?”

You were about to respond but JJ beat you to the punch, like he had been waiting for the opportunity, “Sorry, sir. Last minute stuff came up. Very important. Top secret, you know?” he waved the hand that held the keys, “I’ll have her home before sunrise!”

Both you and JJ were laughing as you finally broke into a run, free of the crowds you’d previously been trapped in. Your grip was still tight on his hand as you both sprinted in the direction of the parking lot. His bike stood out against all of the luxury cars that were parked in the other spaces. JJ let go of your hand only long enough to get himself on the bike. Within moments, he was sticking his hand back out again for you to take, watching you in awe as you took his hand, hoisting yourself into the bike behind him. Your balance was precarious, clinging to JJ for all he was worth, and he was thankful that the situation unfolding around you was moving so quickly so that he couldn’t stop to think about the warmth bleeding from your body into his as you leaned against him.

“Hold on!” he laughed as the bike came to life and he shot across the lawn towards the road.

You could hear both of your parents yelling after the two of you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You squeezed him a little tighter, laughter erupting out of you as the wind whipped against both of you while you sped down the road.

“Where we going?” he asked you over his shoulder.

Leaning into him a little more, bringing your chin to his shoulder so you could talk into his ear, you said, “Take me anywhere, Maybank.”

[bunniesnuggie]

Hey it’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do an Eddie/ little! Reader and what he would do for their birthday? Hcs or fic, either one is cool :))

first of all, happy birthday lovie!!!! im gonna do head canons so i can get them out faster!!! sorry if it’s short and sucky, i wanted you to have them today :3

~ Birthday Baby! ~

cg!eddie munson x (gn)little!reader

summary: it’s your birthday, eddie’s favorite holiday

• eddie LOVES to celebrate you, doesn’t matter the reason

anniversaries (he’s the type to celebrate the day you first spoke to eachother, even if it was only a word), good grades, any accomplishments, tying you shoe and especially your birthday, to put it lightly he celebrates everything you do

• did someone say birth week?

because that’s what eddie heard when you told him when your birthday is. you’re his baby bunny boo-boo you deserve the best, and he feels bad that he can’t afford the best so he prolongs it for as long as possible

• like I stated in my first headcanons about Eddie, he doesn’t make a lot of money but he’s crafty

 homemade cards? Oh yeah, the pop-up kind. he may not be that good of a cook but he does try and he makes you breakfast in bed every morning, whatever you want!  And of course he writes a new addition of “Sir Edward the Noble Knight and his Precious Prince/ss” where it is the Royal‘s birthday. he makes birthday hats for all your stufffies so you can wake up to a tiny surprise party!!!

• takes you to build-a-bear!!

you both make bears that look like each other. yours is a brown bear with curly fur, you dressed him in a band tee, jeans, boots and your daddy even bought you a tiny guitar for him 🥹 his is your favorite color and is wearing a little onesie and we’ll as has it own tinier bear (bearception). he splurged so you both could record a secret message for them. his was a funny little song / lullaby he always sings to you, and you left him a sweet message about how much you love and appreciate him. he definitely doesn’t cry when he hears it, and he definitely doesn’t sleep with it when your not there. he does kick dustin’s ass for making fun of the little bear

• if you don’t like cake, he makes you a birthday sundae with a candel

a little self indulge sorry hehe but i don’t like cake (sensory thing) so all week you get a different treat with a candle in it!

• since he celebrates all month week he does at least one “big” surprise and one “little”

not like, in size. buy like you get a present big you would like; concert tickets, jewelry, recreational things 🧍🏻‍♀️etc. but he makes sure to get presents little you would like more; stuffies, blankeys, cartoons, little space gear. he loves to give you gifts in general, but you light up the most when small

• it’s basically a rule free week

no bed time, allowed sugary drinks and candy whenever, no limit on screen time, stuff like that. you still have to be his good babysitter. he’s already pretty lax anyway, but he still has things set for your own good. one week won’t hurt

• biggest celebration is on your actual birthday

it’s all day. you wake up to a huge breakfast in bed, alll your favorite foods are made. this is when the tiny stuffies surprise party is btw!! he has your daily card set out with two gifts on the night stand. he lets you pick out your lil birthday outfit, crown included and he takes you to do whatever you want that day!!! then that night he takes you to dinner, nothing super fancy, but it’s perfect. when it’s time for bed he puts an extra scoop of sugar into you angles milk <3

• you watch tangled a million times that week

bc duh

• he just loves his little peanut so much, thinks they deserve the best

(which you do!!) literally plans it a year in advanced, as soon as the day ends and your in bed. he’s reading you your new story and planning next years 🥹🥹

• ofc on his birthday, you always return the favour

he never got the normal birthday experience when he was young, so you try to give that to him, it makes him 🫠 so now, birthdays are a thing in the munson trailer

a/n : saw this and got super excited because my birthday is in two weeks, cancer supremacy :D

also i’m actually going to build-a-bear for mine so that’s where that came from!!

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[bisexual-horror-fan]

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Three. "Getting Closer." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! 

New chapter is here! Masterlist is here! Soooo I know, I know, almost two months with no new chapter, terrible of me, eh? But I got busy! Two year anniversary of this blog and my writing career, hitting 1,500 followers, doing a giveaway to celebrate and writing 15 some odd fics in like less than a month will do that. 

I appreciate the patience and I hope this 6K update is worth the wait! I am so excited to be getting back into this, I really love this chapter and the direction this is going. Just as the title suggests our triad is getting closer, more is happening and I hope you all eat this up! Let’s not linger any longer, here we fucking go!

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Rating. SFW. Length 6K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings. Alcohol Consumption. Smoking. Teasing. Flirting. Brief Mention Of Murder.Kissing. Not Much Else. 

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It’s not like you cared that much. 

Or at least that is what you tried to tell yourself anyway. 

It was hard to remain convinced of that though when they came into the club again that following weekend and that wide grin spread across your face upon seeing them. You were surprised but you shouldn’t have been, they said they would come back and true to their word they did. You had been at work around two hours and yet you found yourself fucking with your hair a little, eyes dropping down to your outfit, smoothing down your skirt, concerned that you still looked okay before you stopped. What were you doing? You were being ridiculous, they were your customers, nothing more, besides that they are together. 

You need to stop. Both the weird thoughts of wanting and the insecurity.

This was you we were talking about here and you are hot as fuck. You know that, you put in a ton of effort before leaving the house each day for work, looking good was part of your work, the better you look the better the tips after all. You shake off the current line of thought and decide to do another lap around to check on your other tables before making your way to them so you don’t seem overeager. 

You come up from behind, Tiffany was leaning against Chucky, he had an arm around her waist, they looked so good together like this. You choose when there was a lull in their conversation to greet them. “Hi! Hope you two haven’t been waiting too long.” 

They both seemingly perked up at hearing your voice, turned and you could see what they were wearing better. Did they ever look bad? Her in something short and tight and him in that space between casual and formal that he looked way too comfortable and right in. 

You wondered what they looked like outside of the setting of your work, when they weren’t dressed up for a night out. Either way their attire wasn’t helping these weird feelings you kept trying to push out of your mind. 

“Tiff look, it’s our favourite boy scout.” Chucky said easily and Tiffany gave him a gentle elbow to the ribs as her expression shifted to mild annoyance, taking what he said as if he was being a dick, “Hey c’mon now, that’s mean! She looks great.”  

You laughed, resting your drink tray on your hip. You corrected her, “No, no it’s a call back to something I said when we first met, he’s being cute.” 

Chucky rubbed at his side jokingly as if what she did actually hurt, a grin as he looked rather pleased with how you’d jumped to defend him. “Yeah, hear that? I’m being cute.” 

“Mmm real sorry for jumping to conclusions.” She said in a somewhat apologetic tone and he sighed as if he was doing her a big favour when he said, “I supposed I can forgive you.” 

“How generous of you.” She rolled her eyes fondly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You enjoyed this, seeing how they were together, they were obviously a great fit. You liked the air about them and the banter they shared. 

You eye the light imprint of plum coloured lipstick she left behind on his face for a little too long as you ask with a smile, “So what can your loyal boy scout get you both?”

They order a couple of cocktails and you go get them and the night presses on. It’s a really good Saturday by all accounts. You get them more drinks and talk casually in between your other tables. You find yourself unable to stop yourself from constantly looking at them, stealing glances at them to see them drinking, laughing, talking, flirting, dancing and kissing. Whenever you catch those moments of deeper intimacy you do your best to force yourself to look away, you don’t want to and yet you do at the same time, something aches in your chest when you do. 

It’s only once you had bid them farewell and they left, that the club had closed down and you were walking to the train station that you realised the feeling that had settled into your chest was longing. 

You would see them being physically close and you were fucking pining, God, how pathetic could you get?

They were customers at your job and again they had each other! Who were you? Just some fucking waitress, one that they were probably just being nice to, maybe they tipped everyone this well? Were they this nice to everyone? It might be just who they are as people. You could barely focus on what Jackson was saying on the platform as you waited for your trains, you were too in your own head. You gave a small wave as he got onto his train, a nod and a promise to see him tomorrow. 

You wished you could be part of what they had but that was impossible. You made a small disgusted sound to yourself as you boarded the train, you needed to get over this. 

That night at home your bed feels lonely for the first time in a long time. 

Unbeknownst to you the pair of them talked about you on their own trip home that night. 

The club you worked at was a good time, reasonably priced as far as some other clubs in town go, a good atmosphere and better drinks but the real find, the best part? Was you. 

They liked you. They really fucking liked you. 

You were cute and fun, funny, attentive and while they were aware part of it could be simply because of you just doing your job but it didn’t read that way. The pair thought themselves able to judge people pretty well and there was some quality to you that read as being genuine in your care and interest of them. There was a possibility that you were just the best actor that they have ever seen but it was far more likely that you saw something in them the same way that they saw something in you. 

Not to mention the way you had been able to help lead them to some new victims and potentially could, to many more. 

They knew you’d been looking too, and had caught you stealing quite a few glances their way tonight. They definitely needed to do something about this. 

The next week passes by the same as always and you try not to linger on the thought of them and you manage to fall into a groove with your work and mostly stick to that. Until the weekend rolls around again. 

You expected to see them. Maybe that was stupid, no one said that they had to come in every single weekend, hell they didn’t even say: “See you next weekend!” 

So why did you keep looking to the doorway like they might come through at any moment? 

Point is they didn’t come on Friday or Saturday or Sunday and that was fine, rather you try to convince yourself it is. You’ve been trying to convince yourself of a lot of things lately it seemed.

You didn’t want to go home right away but for once all your coworkers were busy and had plans after work. You are really hungry and decide that fuck it, you can go get a little take out for yourself before going home. It’s early February, late and cold as hell and worse still it is pelting down with rain. 

You are in the mood for one thing in particular and there is only one place to fill such a craving, you rush to your favourite diner about two blocks over. You shake off your umbrella with a shiver before coming inside, it’s a near immediate relief, the diner is as warm and comforting as always. 

The place is slightly rough around the edges but the food is amazing, prices are stupid cheap, it’s open all night and right between your work and the train station. You walk up to the counter and sit down on one of the stools at the bar, a waitress with black hair that has served you countless times gave you a smile and held one finger up to show she’d be with you in a minute. 

You give a small nod to show you were fine with waiting and glanced over the menu briefly. You already knew what you wanted but still, you never know what might catch your fancy at the moment. 

She comes over and asks, “Hiya hon. What you lookin’ for tonight?” 

You push the menu aside as you ask, “Can I get an order of fries and a slice of the birthday cake special?”  She doesn’t bother writing it down and tells you it’ll just be out in just a minute.

Five minutes later the takeout boxes were bagged and you slide the money and an ample tip across to the waitress who takes it gratefully. You thank her and tell her to have a good night and she tells you the same. 

You walk over to the door, umbrella in hand and you hesitate, not wanting to brave the cold again so you take a moment, a deep breath before you are going to go back out and if you didn’t do that you wouldn’t have heard something that turned out to be vitally important. 

Two very familiar voices. One rougher telling some story in a clearly jokey tone and the other more feminine and laughing along and asking, “Uh-huh and then what happened?”

You look over your shoulder and see that the duo you’d been getting to know and had been invading your thoughts constantly were here. They were seated in a cosy looking booth in the back corner, the place was mostly empty and their voices carried easily in the space, reaching you no problem. You smile and without thinking about it you walk over and say, “No wonder I didn’t see you this weekend, you’ve been holding up here the whole time.”

Tiffany looked up at you first, with a wide smile as she said, “Oh my God, hi!” 

“Hey.” You said with a short nod to them both and Chucky asked, “What are you doing here?” 

You give a small shrug and hold up the bag as you said, “Work is done for the night and I was hungry, stopped by here for a little take out.” 

“Well it’s good to see you.” Tiffany said and it sounded sincere, they looked happy to see you. So happy that Chucky said, “Why don’t you sit down and join us?”

You weren’t expecting that. We're just going to come over and talk for a minute before facing the rain and going home to eat your food and sleep. You are a tad reluctant and so you say, “Oh I dunno-”

And they both press the issue, Tiffany asking sweetly, “Awe please?”

Chucky said after her, tone matching as he asked, “Yeah, please?” 

A beat as you really consider it and he asks with a thumb over his shoulder to the window being pelted with rain, “Are you really in that much of a rush to get back out in that shit?” 

He makes a great point. 

You are off tomorrow too, Sunday is bleeding into Monday, you got nothing to do and nowhere to be so you say fuck it to yourself and say with a laugh, “Alright, alright you wore me down, I’ll sit.” 

Tiffany made a small excited sound and Chucky shifted over on the booth seat so you could sit down comfortably and you slid in next to him.  

They both still looked good, not quite as good as they did out at the club but still way too attractive. 

You asked what they had gotten up to and they told you Friday was dinner out, Saturday was a small get together with some friends. Sunday they just stayed in and took it easy, a real lazy day, this was the first time they got out all day. The pair were having some breakfast food, nothing like eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns with fresh fruit past midnight. Once again they are showing you they have good taste. 

They asked how work was this weekend and gave a brief apology for not stopping in, to which you waved off with a scoff, “Oh God it’s fine, I mean I practically live at the club but that doesn’t mean that you should.” 

You appreciate the fact they apologised anyway though and you respond to their original question saying, “It was a fine weekend, busy, good money but not as good as it could have been.” 

Tiffany had picked up her coffee cup and asked, “What coulda made it better?” 

You were starting to unpack your take out as you said teasingly, “Obviously if my two best customers didn’t abandon me it would have gone from fine to great.” 

A small chuckle from Chucky as he asked, “You miss the extra tip money that much?”

“More the interesting conversation. I can only potlietly smile and bat away the guys tryna fuck their waitress so many times before it truly becomes dull.” It wasn’t a lie, at least a couple times a night you’d get guys who would turn to you when they struck out too many times with single girls at the club. 

“That a big problem for you?” He asked, adjusting in his seat, facing you better, his body language seemed a little more tense, was that concern? Was HE concerned about you?

You fight back the urge to grin at the thought, you push it down, mentally telling yourself to not get your hopes up. 

“Not that bad. Nothing I can’t handle.” You look between him and Tiffany who didn’t seem fully convinced until you said, “Really, I mean it, promise!” 

They both seemed to relax a touch at that and let it go, you got the sense they wanted to say more but instead Tiffany asked, “So what’d you get?”

You say, “Fries and the birthday cake special.” You pop open the containers and show them the crispy and seasoned fries and the vanilla funfetti cake with the sky blue buttercream icing, decorated further with looping swoops of bright pink on the sides and edges. 

“That your usual go to?” He asked and you nodded as you picked up a fork, “Yeah, what can I say, I’m a sucker for salty and sweet together late at night. It’s not an all the time thing but it's nice to indulge every now and again right?” 

“More than nice, I’d say it’s necessary.” Tiffany said and you asked, “Yeah you think so?” 

“I know so, you gotta give into those urges or you’ll go crazy.” The smile she wore when she said that made that same warmth flicker in your chest and Chucky gave her a knowing look, must be some shared joke or reference. You had no idea how long they’ve been together but clearly it’s been a while for them to develop this particular brand of closeness. 

“You seem to know what you are talking about. You indulge often?” You ask in a rather playful tone and Chucky nearly snorts into his coffee before saying, “More than you know.” 

She flips him off with a sweet smile and he simply grins and throws her a wink in response. You look back down to your plate as you pick up a fry and you ask, “So are you both native to Chicago?” 

That gets a laugh from her, “Does it sound like it?” Fair, that is on you.  

He fills in the blank as he says, “We’re from Hackensack, you know, in New Jersey?” 

Oh wow, decent jump, that is easily a twelve hour drive straight. You get a dumb thought and go with the urge, “Ahh that is where they invented hackie sack, right?” 

He looks unimpressed as if he’s definitely heard that one before and you giggle from his expression before going on and saying, “Oh wait. No, it’s it the home of cock and ball torture! That’s right! I always get that and hackie sack confused.” 

Tiffany laughed loudly at that, almost choking on her bite of toast and Chucky leaned forward, closer, slightly amused and he asked, “Okay, okay, and where are you from?” 

You tell him before taking a bite of your cake, it’s as delicious as always, rich and moist and familiar, hits the spot perfectly. 

He thinks for a moment, clearly trying to think of his own joke but he comes up empty and Tiffany touches his forearm as she asks sweetly, “Don’t think too hard, I know this place allows smoking but I think they mean cigarettes.” 

Fuck, she was funny. You liked seeing her tease him, it was sweet, fond. You watch as he jerks his arm away telling her with the smallest amount of bite, “Don’t patronise me.” 

“Stop making it so easy and sure, I’ll give up the habit.” She spears a piece of cantaloupe on her sharp nail and brings it up to her mouth and you make yourself look down at your own food again, you need to stop staring at her lips. 

“So why’d you leave?” You asked. 

He was dipping the end of a piece of toast into his egg yolk, you notice that he likes his eggs over easy while she prefers her scrambled with what looks like chives. 

He responds, “Sometimes you just need to get away.” 

She covers her mouth with her hand, not wanting to be rude as she was eating, “What about you?”

You shug and were honest as you said, “Same thing. Needed a change.” 

“And what do you think?” He was pulling out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket and you asked, “What?”

Tiffany gestures that she wants one and he holds it so she can snag one as she asks, “Was it a good change?” 

You smiled and said. “Yeah. Best one I think I ever made.”

“Gotta say I like it so far too.” He admitted as he held out his lighter for Tiffany to light up and she agreed with that. 

The conversation continued on, a few cups of coffee and a couple of hours later the rain had stopped and you were all leaving. The three of you stepped out back onto the damp street somewhere well after three in the morning. You had gotten some coffees yourself and the pair had paid from them on their bill while you were in the bathroom and you were thanking them again for it. 

“It was only a few bucks, don’t worry about it honey.” Tiffany assured and Chucky nodded, “Yeah, you can get us back next time.” 

Honey. Next time. She called you honey and there was going to be a next time. You liked that thought a little too much. You play it cool and tell them you’ll remember that. It’s time for you to part ways and Chucky told you,  “Have a good night, eh?”

“Yeah, get home safe!” Tiffany called out with a wave as they headed in the opposite direction and you told them, “Same for you two! Bye!” 

You come away with a better understanding of them and you walk home with a big smile, trying not to hold out too much hope and remind yourself that you shouldn’t be too excited. They were just nice, just friendly, right? 

You see Tiffany a few days later. She came into your work. She had gone out for dinner with some friends and thought of you and brought you her leftovers. “That isn’t weird right? My friends got this appetiser for the table and I didn’t have my share and didn’t finish my fries so it’s not like I actually took any bites out of it.” 

You were already smiling as you listened to her and she continued, “I thought of you and how you might appreciate the snack.” 

She thought of you. Brought food for you and you almost honestly swoon. You take out the offered box, “Thank you so much! You are so sweet. You really didn’t have to do this.” 

“Awe stop, it’s nothing.” She tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and you wished you could have done that for her. You tell her, “It’s not nothing and seriously, thanks.” 

She left shortly after that, you ate at the bar perched on a stool and the food was still warm and tasted so good. Logan tried to get one of your fries and you smacked his hand, “Did I say you could have one?”

He shook his hand as if you had seriously hurt him, over exaggerating the pain, “Ow, no, you didn’t. Where the fuck did you get this anyway? We don’t have a kitchen here and you’ve been here the whole night.” 

You picked up another fry and popped it into your mouth before saying, “Did you not see her? One of my sweet regulars came in and brought this for me.” 

“Oooh who?” He asked with a big smile and you said, “You’ve probably seen her around, tall, gothy kind of look, totally stunning.” 

“You mean the blonde bombshell who’s been splashing cash like crazy for you? She’s with that dude right? The one who wanted your name?” 

You give a single nod, “Ding, ding, ding. Correct on all counts.” 

“Well lucky you. I won’t steal anymore, you enjoy your treat.” Someone gestured for his attention and he made a move to go serve them and you told him, “Thanks, I will.” 

And enjoy it thoroughly you did. 

The next weekend they both come in again. 

You don’t play as coyly, don’t fuck around. You are attentive, almost like you can’t stay away, you spend a lot of time with them while still not neglecting your other tables. You get them whatever they need, a few drinks, some conversation and jokes and definitely a little flirting. 

You requested a song Tiffany wanted and Jackson of course played it no problem. You were bringing another round of drinks and found Chucky at their table alone. You set the cocktails down as you say, “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He said simply before taking a drag of his current cigarette and you ask, “So tell me are you a menthol man?” 

That gets him to laugh on the exhale, “Oh my God-” You grin and ask, “What?”

“Hilarious, really. How long have you been waiting to use that one?” He sounded more amused than annoyed, a lazy smile on his face. 

“Not that long, like maybe a week?” You respond. 

“Your self restraint is somethin’ to marvel at.” He is in a really good mood tonight. But why wouldn’t he be? It’s Friday night, he’s out with her girlfriend, drinking and making merry, who wouldn’t be pleased as fucking punch?

“You flatter me with such sweet words.” You said as you decide to stop, all your other tables are good for a moment, you might have been hauling ass to make sure that could happen so you could have a small break to chat with them. You lean against the table and ask, “Where’d she get off to?” 

You were sure she’d thank you for ensuring her song got played and he gestured with the drink now in his hand, “Out on the dancefloor.” 

Your eyes follow his and see her out there, beautiful as ever in dark blue velvet and swaying to the music and you realise this whole time he hadn’t looked at you once when you came over. He was looking at her. Your gaze falls on his face and you see the expression, it’s clear how much he loves her. 

You ache a little. 

You wish for what they have. A not as quiet as you wished part of yourself wished he or she’d look at you like that. 

An unexpected wave of emotion runs over you at that. You break away and excuse yourself, he seems surprised by the abruptness of your departure but lets you go all the same as he calls after you, “Alright.” 

You make a beeline for the back hall. 

Thankfully there is no line. You come into the bathroom and find an empty stall and you go inside. 

Why are you being like this? You need to get it together. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady yourself, it sucks, this all sucks.

You click and connect with them both so well but you’ve only known them for a little over a month by this point. You need to get over it. You wipe at your eyes frustratedly, you weren’t going to let this emotional hiccup ruin your make-up when you shouldn’t even be feeling this much over practically nothing. 

You give yourself another moment to straighten yourself out before leaving the stall and you practically run into Tiffany who had somehow entered the bathroom without you hearing it. You really need to stop running into her like this, you open your mouth to say that in some attempt of making a joke but her expression makes you stop. 

She looked concerned. 

“Are you okay, hon?” She sounded concerned too. You make sure to keep some distance between you and her as you take a step back. 

You do your best to hide how you are feeling. You force a smile and say, “Yeah Tiffany, I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine. You don’t look fine. You look like you were almost crying.” She took a half step closer and you took one back, a nervous laugh leaving your lips. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

She was too astute and could see right through you. Lying was never your strong suit when some more serious shit was on the line, like such complex emotions. 

“Really it’s nothing-” She isn’t having it. 

She cuts you off. “It’s clearly not.” 

She isn’t gonna let this go. You need to still get her to let it go so you say, “It doesn’t matter, I just-...I have some issues that can’t be fixed. I need to just get over them.” 

A pause that is full of tension and things unsaid.

You can’t look at her. Your eyes fixed on the singular tile on the floor between your heels and hers. She says, “I think I know what it is.” 

She does? “I see you looking and I look too.”

You look up and your eyes lock with hers, surrounded and lined with black and glitter. She takes another step forward and you take one back and your spine meets the pillar between two stalls. You cannot move back anymore, she steps again and is nearly pressed to you. She is taller than you but add on her choice of heels and forget about the fact you are wearing some yourself, she still beats your height easily. 

You haven’t looked away, neither has she, you speak softly, can feel your heart rate picking up, “Tiffany what are you doin-”

Her hand takes yours and it stops your sentence short, what she says next is so sincere it is almost unbelievable but of course the tone is genuine, “You’re gorgeous to me.”

You have no time to respond, her head dips down and she kisses you. 

Your eyes go wide, your hand squeezes hers in shock and she hums sweetly. 

This is happening. You weren’t expecting this, anyone but certainly not her kissing you in your works bathroom. It wasn’t like a club bathroom isn’t used to seeing a lot of action but it just never had with you. Also she was into you? 

You thought she’d been flirting a little but who knows? You weren’t about to make a move, the odds of the woman you were into also being into men and women were nearly astronomical. Being very decidedly not straight wasn’t something most people could be open publicly about. You had to be very careful and extremely sure that the object of your affection swung that way and wasn’t just overly sweet or it could spell all kinds of trouble. Clearly, luckily, she was like you in this regard, talk about striking gold.

But this wasn’t like you, getting involved with a customer, especially one who is already seeing someone but-

Fuck.

Her lips are so soft, she tastes so good and she is warm and your mind swims, so you kiss her back. It feels amazing, she feels amazing, this feels so fucking right, more than it had any right to. When was the last time you had been kissed like this? Or just kissed at all?

Leaning up on the front of your heels and your lips move against hers and she presses you harder into the unrelenting surface at your back and you enjoy every shared move of your lips and hers. You recall what she said back in the diner and you decide this is a perfect moment to just not think and instead, indulge. 

It goes on for another moment that is somehow blissfully long and far, far too short.

She is the one to break the kiss with a sigh and your eyes flutter back open to see her still so close to you. God, she is beautiful and holy shit, such a good kisser. 

As soon as her hand slips from yours and she takes a step back you feel guilty. 

What about Chucky? What does this mean? You start to panic, your mind races and your breathing changes and she immediately takes notice, her hands cradle your face and she coos to you, “Hey, hey.”

You look into her eyes again and she tells you, “Listen to me. Don’t worry.”

The way she looks at you and says it, something about it just soothes you, against all odds it works. Your mind is calm and you stop worrying. She smiles and asks, “Okay?”

You take another deep breath and give a single nod with a soft smile, “Okay.”

You leave the bathroom hand in hand and once you finish walking down that long hallway that leads from the restrooms to the dance floor you let each other go. You focus on your other tables and you don’t say a proper goodbye, they both give you a wave on their way out the door because they see you are busy and you return it.  

The club closes less than an hour after that and you are still giddy. 

Jackson asked you, “Is that the same lipstick you had on earlier? I coulda sworn it was lighter.” You brushed him off as you teased him, “Duh, of course it is, maybe you are finally losing your mind?” 

It works, he laughs and drops it, “Guess so.” 

You can’t help it. 

She likes you and fuck, you like her too.

You don’t know what this means but for now you are just going to enjoy this. You go home after closing up high on her perfume and lipstick smudged on your lips altering the lip colour you’d chosen that night. You are unable to feel the February chill, much too warm for it to seep through your coat. 

You sleep insanely well that night. 

You float through your day and the next night at work the pair comes in again. You serve them but you feel a little weird about seeing Chucky. You can’t quite meet his gaze and don’t hang around them as long as you normally would. 

You keep some distance and they definitely notice. 

Tonight you were really busy and it did give you a little bit of plausible deniability, that you were occupied with your other tables and your work. The evening flies by, they leave at some point and you didn’t see them go, you feel bad about that. 

You leave the club after closing down and find that they are still there. Waiting outside sharing a smoke and Chucky says, “There she is.” 

“Hey you two.” You greet before asking, “Why are you both still here?”  

Tiffany says, “You were awfully busy tonight, feels like we barely saw you, thought we might walk you to the train station.”

Oh shit. You tried to think up an excuse why they couldn’t but your mind was blank. You didn’t give them as much attention that you should have tonight and to make up for it you should let them take you to the station, it’s the least you could do when they are so nice. 

“Yeah sure, that’d be great. Jackson is my usual walking buddy but he had to go early.” You smile and off you all head. 

You feel awkward. 

It’s quiet. Just the sound of two sets of heels, yours and hers and his dress shoes on the wet sidewalk and a thought enters your head. Something you meant to ask the other night. You speak and ask them, “How did you both meet?”

They share a look and Tiffany laughs softly as does he, “Would you believe at a nightclub?”

You smile genuinely at that, “No shit.”

“Yeah, I uh was actually out for a drink and I ended up talking with this girl and her and I clicked a little and she suggested something pretty out there and I went with it.” 

You question him, “Out there how?” 

“A threeway.” She fills in with a grin and your mouth falls open. “You suggested a threeway?!”

She had to be kidding. Chucky said, “Oh no she didn’t. Tiffany was the other girl that me and the first girl picked up.” 

Oh so he was out with someone totally different and they picked up Tiffany for a threesome? How’d they get here then? 

“Yeah and fuck am I ever glad she suggested it.” Tiffany said as her shoulder playfully nudged him.

He said, “The other girl was okay but nothin’ in comparison to Tiff. We got alone and the chemistry-” His sentence stopped to take an inhale of his cigarette. 

Tiffany says on an exhale, “Amazing, totally crazy.” 

“Right. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, forgot about the other chick and we’ve been together ever since.” Chucky finished the story and you?

Your heart races. 

A threeway. 

That was how they fucking met, they had a threeway the very first night. You made yourself ask your next question as evenly as possible, trying to keep the massive excitement out of your tone. “So you are uh, still down for that?”

You have made it to the station, it’s quiet again. 

It’s late and there is almost no one else around. They share a look before looking back at you and Tiffany asks, “Are you down for that?”

Chucky dropped the last of his smoke, he exhaled, fingers ran through his long hair and stomped it out before he stepped closer as he asked, “Yeah are you?” 

Did they seriously just ask you that? What should you say? You knew what you wanted to say but was it a good idea or rather a smart idea?

You can’t think too hard, they are here right now, they obviously want an answer and you want to give them one. This is what you were hoping for, what you wanted, isn’t it? Why are you hesitating so much?

You work up the nerve with another deep breath, Chucky is so close to you. Whatever cologne he is wearing is so good, it pushes you forward, you nod and swallow hard. Hand reaches up, wraps around his tie once and you say, “Yes.” 

You lean up and tug on his tie at the same time and you kiss him.

[just-come-baek]

CLASS 91

Pairing: Lee Ten x fem!reader + mentions of lots 96′ liners

Genre: smut | tiny angst | fluff | highschoolreunion!au | 1990′s 

Word count: 7.8k

Summary: You received an invite for your high school reunion five years after graduation. Even if you think it’s fifteen years too early to go down the memory lane, at least you got to hang out with Ten. During your senior year, you were dating Jihoon, the high school throbheart, but now you’re single, and Ten’s not gonna waste this chance. 

Warnings: ten rocks a wild haircut | alcohol consumption | mentions of patriarchy and conservative society | some 90′s references | making out | dirty talk | oral (m receiving) in a public place | oral (f receiving) | cum eating | gagging | breath control | impact play? | protected sex | choking | spanking | mentions of other positions | praise kink?

A/N it’s for my friend 💖. Me, writing the smut scene be like: 🧍‍♀️ 

You took a deep sigh as you stared at the large plaque attached right above the school’s entrance. It’d been exactly five years since the last time you set foot on the high school premises, and to be completely frank, you did not miss the old days.

Your high school experience wasn’t bad per se; it could’ve been worse. You had a decent number of friends and rewarding grades. Teachers weren’t awful, either. Those years that you spent inside these walls were just meh. You already closed that chapter of your life; you already moved on. It was alright while it lasted, but now, reminiscing back, you didn’t feel the urge to return and reconnect with your classmates.

Some people associated high school with life-long friendships, silly pranks, and their first serious relationships. You, however, had a completely different imprint in your mind. If anything, you remembered traumatizing memories of cramming useless topics only to appease spiteful teachers, doing a shitload of homework, and watching everybody’s unhealthy fascination to become popular.

Though some people felt somewhat bittersweet about leaving high school grounds, you left that institution with a big smile upon your face, unable to contain your happiness.

You were ready to conquer the world.

“I should’ve burnt this place down when I had a chance,” you muttered with a chuckle.

Nobody has seen you. You still can turn around and leave, you thought to yourself, weighing your options. You didn’t want to come here in the first place. You were content with your current life, and meeting with people who would most definitely bring up all cringe-worthy memories was the last thing you fancied. However, your co-workers were right – you needed to let loose. You were slowly losing yourself to your job and studies, and they all made a point that it would be for the best if you took a day off and just enjoyed yourself.

So that’s exactly how you ended up in front of your old high school, dressed to the nines, in a simple white shirt, a spaghetti strap black dress on top of it, and a pair of platform chunky black mary janes. You topped your cute outfit with baby blue eyeshadow and lip gloss.

You may not have energy for cordial chitchats with people you used to share classes with, but hey, free booze. You were not going to miss that opportunity.

“Which way is the reunion?” You heard a voice that immediately pulled you out of your train of thoughts. In an instant, you turned your head to the side, staring at the man who asked you for directions.

He looked familiar, but given it’s been five years since the last time you met anyone from your class, his name seemed to slip your mind. You definitely recognized his features, though. With a ridiculous amount of gel in his spiky hair with frosted tips, a grunge flame print button-down shirt, and loose-fit baby blue jeans, he looked insanely hot. It made you regret you didn’t remember his name. After all, he used to be your classmate – it was embarrassing.

“I don’t know; gym probably,” you answered with not even an ounce of enthusiasm, shrugging your shoulders. It’s where all types of school events took place, so it wasn’t a wild guess. Hopefully, they ventilated the space because you didn’t want to sit inside, feeling teenagers’ sweat in your nostrils every time you inhaled.

“I remember you,” he announced, sending you a confident smile.

Fantastic!

Apparently, it was only you who didn’t bother to go over the yearbook to memorize people’s names. “We had math together. You always let me copy homework and cheat on tests. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably still repeat the senior year,” he casually added. His statement triggered a vague memory of dreadful math classes, which to your luck, you passed with flying colors.

“Is that really you?” You asked in shock. Ten has changed. A lot. Now, he looked definitely more mature. His fashion sense was also elevated. Even in high school, he was a vibrant person, but right now, he seemed to glow in flamboyant fashion.

“Yep, that’s me,” Ten confirmed, sending you a mischievous smirk as he looked at you from head to toe, admiring your cute outfit. “Have I aged so much I’m barely recognizable?” Ten jested, and you awkwardly laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, what are you doing here? Why haven’t you got inside yet?”

Having shrugged, you pulled a pack of cigarettes. “I need a little smoke before going in there,” you casually said, pointing at the high school gate. “Do you smoke?”

“Actually, I’m trying to quit,” Ten answered, politely turning down your proposition. “Fuck it, gimme one. For old time’s sake,” he added, giving in. Quickly, Ten pulled one cigarette out and lit it up. “I remember hiding under the bleachers during breaks,” he admitted, giggling at the fun memory. While the school had been boring most of the time, there were a few gems, which he thought fondly of, and sneaking out to have a smoke was one of them.

“Good old times,” you muttered, reminiscing about your juvenile antics. “They were much cheaper back then. I gotta quit smoking, too. It’s like almost two dollars for a pack. This is absurd,” you complained, inhaling the nicotine.

“Have you kept in touch with anyone from our class?”

“Nah,” you replied in a cold tone. “I dated Jihoon for about six months after graduation, but when we broke up, I lost contact with him, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jun.”

“I liked Jihoon,” Ten announced, and you grumbled under your breath. You shouldn’t have brought up your ex anyway. You closed this chapter of your life, and you wished to never return to these memories. “He made me seem tall.” He revealed, and you couldn’t refrain from chuckling.

“What about you?” You inquired, trying to change the subject.

“Not really. I work at the blockbuster downtown, and sometimes Momo comes with her girlfriend to rent a movie,” Ten said, and you hummed, feeling proud for her. Dating a person of the same sex was still stigmatized and frowned upon by most of society. You admired her for unapologetically following her heart.

It was nice to catch up with Ten, but you still had to show up at the actual reunion. Having stomped at the cigarette butt, you popped chewing gum into your mouth.

“Should we get inside?” You offered, and Ten disposed of his cigarette, following behind you.

The school didn’t change at all. The corridor’s walls were still painted that cheddary orange color. The dark green tiles on the floor were still dirty. Even the lockers seemed as faulty as they had been back in the day – one strong kick and the lock would just give up.

You could hit vibrations of the music resonate against the walls. If you were correct, the DJ was playing the hottest hit of the year – everybody must’ve been on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the gym, following the Macarena choreography.

“Oh my God, you two made it, yay!” Jennie squeaked, surging forward to give you and Ten a tight friendly hug. In your high school days, you had never been chummy with her, so Jennie’s overly amicable approach took you by surprise. In all honesty, you couldn’t even remember a single conversation with her during your education. Maybe even, you had never had one, but you weren’t going to dwell on that topic.

“Hi,” Ten replied as Jennie let him go.

“Anyway,” Jennie cleared her throat, ready to deliver her class president introduction. Quickly, she explained everything. Where your assigned seats were, how you could request songs at the DJ station, which classrooms were available for nostalgic touring, what kind of food was at the buffet, and many more. “Hope you have fun.”

“That was something,” you commented when Jennie walked out of earshot. “She’s just as energetic as I remember,” you added, heaving a sigh. It could get tiring to be around her sometimes. “No wonder she was the class president through whole high school.”

“Yeah, no one had enough energy to outtalk her,” Ten agreed with you as you two walked to the back of the gym, trying to find your assigned seats.

Unfortunately, it was your cue to part with him. While you were seated at table 4 with Doyoung, Handong, Jinjin, and Sana, Ten’s seat was on the other side of the dining area. You couldn’t really complain. Although they weren’t Ten, these people were still fun to talk to.  Despite not seeing them since graduation, it would feel nice to catch up.

The more you chatted with your classmates, the clearer the pattern seemed. Almost every girl in your class had decided to sacrifice their career to pursue happiness by starting a family. Some of them were engaged, some of them married, and even a few of them already had babies. You, on the other hand, felt like a misfit. You were working your ass off as a professor assistant while finishing your master’s degree at the same time.

Although you didn’t feel inferior to them, they felt superior to you, and it annoyed you. Becoming a housewife wasn’t your top priority, and they ought to respect that. In your opinion, they were capable of much more than taking care of their households, yet you kept your mouth shut, trying not to hurt their feelings.

Having heard enough, you excused yourself from the table. With an empty wine glass, you walked all the way to the buffet, hoping somebody spiked the punch by now. Your patience was running thin, and you couldn’t deal with these brainwashed harpies sober. That singular glass of wine just wasn’t going to cut it.

“There’s too much fruit in here,” Ten complained loudly as he carefully studied the snacks at the table. Maybe fruit and vegetables were crucial ingredients in a human diet, yet forcing them onto every single plate made him furious.

“You can pick it out,” you advised, and Ten nearly choked once he heard your ridiculous recommendation. “Or not,” you added with hesitation, trying not to anger him further.

“You guys are having fun?” Jennie conjured between you and Ten out of nowhere, startling you both. “I singlehandedly picked tonight’s menu. Teenagers these days are really conscious healthy diet, so we decided to partake in 5 fruit a day campaign. An apple a day keeps the doctor away, am I right?” She added, and you politely nodded, hoping she’d go bother someone else. Ten, on the other hand, tried his best not to puke at the mention of fruit.

“I heard that Yerin went to the chemistry lab with her husband,” you lied through your teeth, hoping it would trigger Jennie to walk away and confront Yerin about her detour.

“She did what?” Jennie yelled, frantically adjusting her perfect haircut. “Excuse me,” she whispered, storming away to give Yerin a piece of her mind.

“So… have you talked to Jihoon yet?” Ten casually asked as he poured himself a glass of spiked punch. “I’ve run into him not that long time ago. He’s still shorter than me,” he proudly added, straightening his back to correct his posture.

“No, and I don’t want to,” you said, putting some broccoli pasta salad on your plate. “We had quite an argument when we broke up, and I don’t feel like it’s a good idea to catch up with whatever he’s been up to,” you added, deciding to avoid him at all costs.

“Well… you might want to reconsider that. He’s coming over here as we speak,” Ten spoke matter-of-factly, smiling and waving at Jihoon, who was slowly approaching you.

“Oh god,” you cursed under your breath as you grabbed your plate and left the gym, trying your best to avoid confrontation. Maybe it was about time to start touring down the dreadful memory lane of your high school struggles.

A minute later, the gym doors opened, but thankfully, it was only Ten. Jihoon must’ve understood the signal to stay back and pretend you didn’t exist.

“Do you mind if I join you?” Ten asked, smiling. Although Ten never voiced it, but he thought you were more interesting than all the other people at the reunion.

“Sure,” you replied before you turned around, walking down the hallway all the way to the furthest classroom on the first floor. It was the history classroom that was accessible for touring. Hardly anyone had any pleasurable memories from that class, so you figured no one would disturb you and Ten during your chitchat.

“I didn’t expect to get a reunion invite in at least fifteen more years,” Ten said, staring through the window at the football field. “I should’ve expected it from Jennie, though. She’s always been a teacher’s pet.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she organized reunions yearly,” you snickered, stuffing your mouth with delicious veggies. Ten’s left eye twitched at the horrendous sight. Maybe he could survive eating broccoli, but there was avocado in that salad, and that’s where he had to draw the line. “God, this punch is weak. Whoever spiked it should’ve followed the recipe they used at our prom. It was really good.”

“That’s why I’ve brought my own stuff,” Ten proudly said as he pulled out a flask of alcohol, taking a large gulp, jerking due to the burning sensation in his throat. “You want some?” He asked, tilting the flask in your direction.

“It is clear vodka,” you choked out the second you recognized the flavor. You could use a chaser, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. When you thought about it, the punch would be perfect for serving that purpose.

“But there’s one advantage to this early reunion,” Ten started as he sat on the table next to you. “I got to see you without wrinkles and grey hair. You know… I was kinda into you back in the day. Too bad you were dating Jihoon then. You might’ve given me a chance.”

His semi-confession got you speechless. You had no idea Ten had felt that way. During your high school days, your eyes had been only set on Jihoon. You had been entirely oblivious to how others might’ve felt about you.

In all honestly, Ten checked out all criteria in your perfect man category.

If you had one, of course.

Ten was beautiful on the outside as well as he was on the inside. His fashion sense was impeccable. Without any doubt, he could pull off any look. He’d look gorgeous even in the most eccentric outfit of the decade.

There was also much more to his character. It was really sexy of him to be himself in the most unapologetic way. While a good portion of your classmates came tonight to the reunion to flaunt their wealth, good jobs, or gifted children, Ten had none of that to his name but seemed definitely more content with his less impressive resume.

“I’m single now,” you confessed with a smirk, looking at Ten’s lips. Right away, Ten read your intention. Smugly smiling, Ten cupped your cheeks and leaned in.

One moment you were complaining about your high school reunion, while not even two hours later, you were making out in the history classroom with a hot guy. That’s definitely not the turn of events you were expecting, but you couldn’t complain. Ten was a great guy.

Without much thought, you gave in to the sensation, letting Ten take the initiative. Quickly, he deepened the kiss, knocking the air out of your lungs. The way his tongue massaged yours made you grab his ridiculous shirt and pull him closer. You were getting hot, and the extra stress factor of the possibility of getting caught red-handed made you dizzy with excitement.

“Ahh,” you moaned into his mouth, unable to control your noises.

“You may want to keep quiet. We wouldn’t like anyone to come in and disturb us, would we?” Ten teased as he pulled away a little bit to take a breath. With lust written all over your face, you wrapped your arms around his neck before you leaned in and kissed him again. Your heart was beating at a rapid pace as adrenaline pumped through your veins.

“Look who’s talking,” you whispered, roaming your hands across his shoulders down his back when Ten moaned into your mouth as you playfully bit his bottom lip. “What do we have here?” You purred as you felt his erection rub against you. “I think you should do something about it. Imagine Jennie’s reaction if she catches you like that.”

“Would you like to help me out? I bet you can do it way better,” Ten shamelessly asked, staring down at you with his lustful dark eyes.

“Right here?” You asked as you turned around, being conscious of your surroundings.

“Doesn’t it excite you?” Ten challenged, and you heaved a deep sigh as the idea of kneeling in front of him and sucking him dry turned you on. Maybe it was the possibility of getting caught with his cock in your mouth that intoxicated you.

“I must admit that you’re tempting,” you confessed as you played with the buckle of his belt, teasing the living hell out of him.

“You’re killing me,” Ten growled, kicking his head back. He needed your help; his erection was tightly restrained in his pants, and it was becoming unbearable. “Haven’t you ever fantasized about doing it like that? It’s a great opportunity to cross it out of your bucket list.”

“If anyone catches us, I’ll forever be known as the girl that sucked a dick at a reunion,” you said, slowly giving in to Ten’s irresistible proposition. “You better keep it quiet,” you warned as you undid the belt and pulled down the zipper.

“I’ll be as quiet as a church mouse,” Ten smiled, making the gesture of zipping his mouth.

Having rolled your eyes at his antics, you dropped down to your knees. With one swift movement, you pulled his tight trousers down his thighs together with his briefs, letting his erection spring out of its confinements.

“I’m gonna kill you if anyone walks in on us,” you warned, threatening him with your finger before you leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth to give it a suck. With your hand around the base, you worked on its head, humming in pleasure as you heard Ten’s hushed whimpers.

“Oh yeah,” Ten breathed out as he slightly pushed his hips, desperately needing to shove his length down your throat. Gently, his hand slipped into your hair, pulling you against him, trying to gag you.

You hit his thigh as you didn’t expect him to go this rough on your throat. Admittedly, the harder he was with you, the more you enjoyed it. His hips snapped with vigor, and he hissed, bottoming out. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes as he harshly fucked your mouth, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“You’re killing me,” Ten moaned as you grabbed his balls, teasing him with a little bit of extra pressure. “Don’t stop,” he ordered as he kicked his head backward, letting you push him over the edge of filthy bliss.

Ten was getting louder and louder, so you flattened your tongue against his cock, feeling all veins that run across it as he pounded in your mouth. Your assistance soon became unbearable, so Ten pulled out, pumping his length up and down, and you stuck out your tongue, waiting for his release.

“Come on,” you urged him as you thought you heard some kind of noise in the hallway.

“Fuck,” Ten cursed under his breath as his cum spurted over your tongue. Vigorously, he rubbed his length until the last drop of his release landed in your mouth. Panting, he looked at you swallow his cum. “That was hot.”

With his help, you got up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand just in case some of the evidence still lingered on your skin. Quickly, Ten put his flaccid cock in his briefs, making himself decent. Now, only your smeared eye make-up could give away what really you had been doing with Ten in the history class just moments ago.

“You’re lucky,” you commented, and Ten smirked, pulling you against his frame. You yelped at the sudden movement but quickly melted into his arm as he cupped your cheek, kissing you with utter passion.

“Do you want to go to my place?” Ten suggested, and you smiled, more than willing to have Ten do you a favor in private.

“Meet me outside in fifteen minutes,” you added with a wink before you spun on your heel and left the classroom. You needed to go to the bathroom to wipe all the smudges around your eyes. It was also expected (yet not compulsory) to bid farewell to your classmates before your departure.

Once you were in the ladies’ room, you looked in the mirror in terror. Your lip gloss was gone, and your mascara was all smudged. One might’ve thought you had been crying.

Quickly, you grabbed a paper towel and placed it under the running water. Though you wished you had some make-up removal with you, you had to work with the tools school provided you with. You carefully were wiping the area under your eyes when Sooyoung came in.

“Have you been crying? What happened?” She asked, and you shook your head, trying to avoid any kind of misunderstanding. “Is it because of Jihoon?”

“No, it’s really nothing,” you started, hoping your mind would come up with a legitimate excuse before Sooyoung would assume something even more ridiculous. “Somebody spilled punch onto the floor, and I clumsily slipped. I hurt my elbow, but it’s all fine now,” you lied through your teeth in hopes she bought it.

“You’re sure? Daniel graduated from nursing school. You may want to get it checked out by a professional,” she suggested, and you brushed it off, expecting her to let it go already.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night anyway,” you nonchalantly added, giving her a good excuse for your quick departure. “It’s been fun and all, but I have work tomorrow, so I better get going,” you smiled, walking past her.

“Where have you been?” Sana asked as you approached your table to get your stuff and leave. Momo was sitting next to her with Kun and Rowoon. Thankfully, Jennie was on the dance floor slow-dancing with her husband, too busy to nag them for occupying somebody else’s seats.

“Here and there,” you replied dismissively, sitting down between Momo and Sana. “What were you guys talking about?”

“About Park Jinyoung, our PE teacher. Do you remember him?” Kun stated, smiling at the mention of your quirky football coach, who sometimes had classes with you.

“How could I forget?” You answered, getting comfortable in your seat. Although Ten was waiting for you outside, you couldn’t miss on juicy gossip. You were sure Ten would forgive for you meeting him a bit later.

“You have to see this,” Sana voiced as she handed you a yearbook. “You’re not gonna believe what he wore for Chanhyuk’s little sister’s prom. Check it out,” she added, flipping through the pages to find a picture from two years ago.

Apparently, coach Park thought it was a great idea to chaperone the prom while following the newest trend, thinking he could pull off these see-through plastic pants.

He didn’t.

“Oh my, he did not!” You exclaimed, too stunned by the picture. “Has Seungyeon seen this? Hasn’t she had this weird crush going on for him?” You remembered, still giggling at the remarkable highlight in the yearbook.

“She would’ve lost her shit if he had come dressed like that to our prom,” Rowoon admitted, and the others at the table laughed in unison.

For a bit longer, you sat at your table, gossiping about your cringe PE teacher. Two or three short anecdotes later, you were holding your stomach as it started to hurt due to excessive laughing. All these stories seemed fake, but you had witnessed some of them first hand, so you had no reason not to believe in all the others.

“Does anyone of you smoke?” You asked your peers at the table, and thankfully, all of them shook their heads. You were hoping that Ten was still waiting for you outside. “I’m gonna step outside for a bit then,” you excused yourself, taking all of your belongings with you. Although you didn’t plan on returning, you were sure they wouldn’t notice your absence.

It was significantly colder than it had been a few hours ago when you had arrived. In all honestly, you stayed even longer than you originally planned. You should’ve brought a thicker jacket with you. The one you just put on didn’t do much to protect you from the chilly breeze.

“Finally,” Ten groaned as he saw you exit the building. “I was starting to think you stood me up,” he added as he pushed himself off the fence.

“Sorry, I got caught up,” you apologized, and Ten forgave you as soon as you told him all of the juicy gossip you knew. “How far is your place anyway?” You asked, wrapping your arms around you to keep yourself warm.

“We’re about 10 minutes away,” Ten replied, giving you a reassuring smile. “Here,” he mused, handing you his fancy jacket. “You look like you’re gonna freeze to death before we get there,” Ten giggled as he watched you put on his jacket. Maybe it didn’t go perfectly well with the rest of your clothing, but you finally felt warm, so you didn’t mind. Moreover, there was a hint of possessiveness to your newly assembled outfit, and it filled Ten with pride.

The walk to his apartment was really peaceful.

You were casually filling each other’s in on your respective lives with no prejudice, appreciating the honesty. Ten told you how fun his work at the video rental shop actually was and how he worked on movie scripts in his free time. Though no big shot entertainment company has bought his ideas yet, he remained optimistic. He knew the path to stardom wasn’t an easy one, and a few failures along the way didn’t discourage him from pursuing his dreams. He knew he would get there eventually.

You, on the other hand, told him all about your academic career. How you decided to change your major, how difficult it was sometimes to balance your studies and a part-time job. The conversation went so smoothly you didn’t even realize when you started blabbering about your relationship with Jihoon.

“I thought he was a great guy,” Ten started, having difficulties comprehending your angry tone. “I mean, he was polite and funny, and all the other things that make girls’ legs wobble.”

“Maybe in high school he was that perfect boyfriend, but everything changed once we graduated,” you started, somehow ready to speak up about how mistreated you felt with Jihoon. “He was always too busy to hang out. I helped him a lot when he began composing for real, and he couldn’t understand the lengths I was willing to go to make everything easier for him. Sometimes, I felt as if he wouldn’t do the same thing for me.”

“Asshole,” Ten cursed, getting angry. You were amazing, and it pained him that the guy you had been with you couldn’t appreciate you the way you deserved to. “I would’ve punched him today if you told me sooner,” he added, and you giggled.

“Nah, it’s fine. Bridges are burnt, the hatchet is buried,” you added with a nonchalant shrug. “Although I choose not to talk to him, I don’t think we have bad blood between us. At first, I felt like a loser for changing my major and leaving him, but now I see it was the right choice.”

“I believe quitting is for winners,” Ten said, staring at the dark sky, ready to drop one hell of a philosophical bomb on you. “I mean, knowing when to change direction or leave an unhappy relationship is an important skill. You had faith and strength to take a step backward to make progress, and that’s admirable.”

“Thank you,” you replied, trying to control your voice, so it wouldn’t show how emotional you became. Ten’s words, although simple, were wise, and you wished you heard it back then. It’d definitely have made things easier.

“Well… look at that, we’re already here,” Ten announced as you stopped in your tracks in front of the video rental shop.

“I thought you’re taking me home,” you asked in confusion, and Ten just smiled at you, ready to clear things up.

“My apartment is right above the shop. Isn’t it that great?” Ten spoke, and you hummed in agreement. On a daily basis, you cursed the public transportation because it either arrived late or it didn’t arrive at all. In Ten’s case, he only needed to walk down the stairs. “Do you want to check out the shop? We’ve got the new adult section if you’re into that,” he casually offered, winking at you, examining your reaction to his raunchy proposition.

Though you were tempted, you had to deny. You’d rather jump Ten’s thighs than watch other people go at it. Maybe on a different occasion… maybe sometime soon… you would take up on that offer. Right now, you had other priorities.

“Actually, I’d like to have a drink if that’s okay,” you replied, and Ten smiled, content with your reply. “We can watch porn some other time,” you added as he led you all the way to his apartment.

The first thought that came to your mind when you walked inside was trendy. Bare walls were decorated with huge movie posters; each piece of furniture was of a different style, creating an artistic arrangement. You were astounded that interior worked so well with his personality.

“What do you want to drink? I’m sure I’ve got some wine and maybe vodka,” Ten said as he kicked off his shoes before walking off to turn on the radio.

“Whatever you’re having,” you replied as you strolled around his place, admiring the decor. Right by the window, there was a desk with a personal computer. It must’ve cost him a fortune – you thought as you remembered the last time you went to the electrical shop and saw the computer prices. Thankfully, you didn’t have to leave a fortune at the cash register to get a new set of headphones for your music player.

Next to the monitor, you spotted a tall pile of papers. Thought you didn’t mean to snoop around, the curiosity got the best of you, and you picked up the stack of paper neatly clipped together.

“What are you looking at?” Ten asked as he popped out of nowhere beside you, handing you a glass filled with red wine. “You’re going through all the scripts I’ve written. I see…. That’s the newest one. It’s still a work in progress, though. I don’t even have a title for it.”

You took a sip of your wine, listening to Ten. You could hear the passion in his voice, and in all honesty, you could listen to him blabber about his craft all night.

“What is it about?” You inquired, sitting comfortably on the leather couch with the script on your thighs.

“It’s a romantic comedy in a high school setting,” Ten started, and you flipped a couple of pages to follow up with his narration. “It’s a modernized Shakespearean piece, actually. Do you know ‘The Taming of the Shrew’? I guess the plot will resolve around that.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s one of my favorite plays. That’s amazing,” you commented, skimming through the characters’ lines with utter excitement. The script completely sucked you in, and you just couldn’t put it away to pay attention to Ten, who was undressing you with his sultry gaze. “I wish there was more I could read,” you added when you finished the crumbs Ten had printed out.

“You’ll see it someday in the movies,” he teased as he pulled the script out of your hands and threw it over his shoulder before you could go through it one more time. “I can mail you a ticket for the premiere if you want,” he added, leaning in, his breath tickling your lips.

“Or you could give me one in person when the day comes,” you played along as you wrapped your arms around Ten’s neck, pulling him closer. With a playful smirk, Ten pressed his lips against your, giving you a prelude of what you really came here for.

“That works too,” he said, smiling down at you as his hands traveled down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s move this to the bedroom. We aren’t teenagers anymore to go at it on the couch. I want to fuck you properly.”

Ten stretched his hand, helping you stand up from the couch, guiding you across his apartment to his spacious bedroom. At first, he was really gentle. However, as soon as you reached the bed, he pushed you on top of it, taking you by surprise.

You gasped and quickly turned on your back. Ten was staring down at you, biting his lip as he undid a few buttons of his shirt. His movements were ridiculously sensual, and you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together. You had no idea he had so many tattoos. The ink beautifully decorated his lean figure, and you wanted to reach out and trace the lines.

When you thought he couldn’t get any hotter, you noticed a piercing in his left nipple. It blended great with the tattoo on his chest. Now, when his upper body was bare in front of you, it provoked an interesting thought – was it possible for a human being to look this irresistible.

No matter how much you stared at him, you just couldn’t find a single flaw. Ten was perfect, and you wished to have known it sooner. You cursed your younger self for being too blind to see his true potential. Now you regretted not keeping in touch with him after graduation. You waited five whole years to finally reconnect.

“You look hot when you stare at me like a starved animal,” Ten jested as he climbed on top of you. His eyes carefully studied every inch of your exposed skin while his imagination tried to conjure images of what you were hiding underneath your clothes.

“You’re beautiful,” you confessed as you let your hands wander across his skin, feeling him up. Your fingertips followed the inked patterns, and your eyes focused on his nipple piercing.

“Of course, I am beautiful,” he unabashedly agreed with you before he dipped his head, pressing his lips against your neck, marking you up. “I bet you’ll look divine once I’m done with you,” Ten whispered as he caressed your skin which he just bit.

“Please,” you whined, unable to control your urges. Unlike Ten, you didn’t get your sweet release yet, and your patience was running thin. Your panties were soaked, and you needed Ten to keep his promise.

“My kitten needs me,” Ten tutted as he rubbed his clothed manhood against your core, teasing your further. “How could I deny you when you’re looking so desperate,” he tsked, pushing his hand under the hem of your panties, pressing his thumb against your sensitive bud.

“Yes,” you purred, content that Ten finally decided to end your misery and give you what you needed. His moves were calculated and slow as he carefully studied your reactions. His languid pace was killing you, so you decided to take matters into your hands. Shamelessly, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, forcing more friction.

“Stop it,” Ten warned you as he pulled his hand away. “Or I’ll make you.”

On the inside, you were fuming with frustration, but you concluded it would be wise not to tease Ten any further. His tone was solemn, and you didn’t want him to stop and see you out of his apartment.

“I won’t do that again,” you promised, putting your hands over your head, so you wouldn’t feel any temptation to help yourself out a little bit more. “Please continue.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Ten seductively whispered as he grabbed the hem of your tights and pulled them down to your ankles along with your panties. “My kitten is so wet for me,” he sneered, biting his lips as he felt the damp material between his fingers.

Ten dove down, taking your clit in his mouth. Licking and tugging your bud, he effortlessly made you squirm underneath him. Though you wanted to thrust your hips upwards or run your hand through his hair and push him against your core, you resisted. Ten knew what was doing, and you knew he could get you off with you helping him out.

When his tongue flattened against your clit you arched your back, feeling pleasure slowly build up. Soon enough, he pushed two fingers into you, hooking them.

“Holy shit,” you moaned, fisting the sheets. Ten made you feel so good as if he had a manual. Effortlessly, his moves got your squirming. Hell, he barely began scissoring you, and you were getting close.

“What would you do if I denied you?” Ten asked, staring down at your hopeless state.

His fingers were stroking sensitive nerves, and it was difficult for you to formulate a coherent sentence. You were sure you’d be furious if he dared to withdraw his hand just before your well-deserved release.

“I’d chop your dick off,” you threatened with confidence, hoping your words carried the gravity of seriousness. You’d hate to execute your threat, anyway.

“It’s a thing to be discussed in the future then,” he simply replied, having mercy on you tonight. “You sucked me off so well. I gotta reward you accordingly.”

His tongue and fingers moved in tandem, pressing and tugging all the right places to get you off the edge in no time. Trying your best to relax, you bit your bottom lip, ready to welcome the upcoming bliss.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” you hollered at the top of your voice, rubbing your womanhood against Ten’s face the second you felt the bone-shattering orgasm wash over you. You were panting, floating in the pleasure while Ten kept pumping his fingers in and out of your entrance, watching how you felt apart underneath him.

“I want to see that face again,” Ten whispered as he lay down by your side, his mind wandering to all the other dirty deeds he wanted to do with you. At last, his high school crush was in his bed, and he couldn’t wait to finally let his juvenile fantasies come true.

At least, right now, Ten was an experienced lover. If he had ever got a chance to hit it off with you back in high school, he was more than sure he’d nut in his pants as soon as you’d touch him. He was a hormonal teenager, and it was a given he would embarrass himself.

“You will,” you muttered, smiling at him. “Multiple times, I hope,” you added, hoping you two would continue your beautiful acquaintanceship.

You lay in bed with him, playing with his hair, admiring his fashion. Frosted tips were incredibly trendy right now, yet barely anyone could pull it off. Ten, however, looked as if this haircut was invented for him.

“Just tell me when you’re ready, kitten,” he whispered as he cuddled to your side, letting his prominent erection dig into your side. Staring at you, Ten brushed your stray hair to the side and felt up your sensitive breasts.

It felt nice.

Really nice.

You could even fall asleep in his arms like that. However, you didn’t feel satisfied yet. You had a hunch another orgasm could help with your predicament. Although still sensitive, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to rub one more out of you. He was skillful, anyway.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked, and Ten bit his bottom lip before he turned to check the nightstand. Swiftly, he opened the drawer, but there were no condoms inside. “You can always go and buy some,” you offered with a sigh.

“Just check the other one,” Ten ordered in desperation, tilting his head. “That’s my backup drawer; there’s no way I don’t have any left in there either,” he explained. You pulled the drawer open, smiling when you found two fruit-flavored condom packages.

Pineapple and grapes, huh.

“Well… well... well… what do we have here?” You tsked, examining the packages. For a sworn fruit hater, Ten seemed kinda fruity to you right now. “Seriously?” You cocked up your eyebrow, thinking which favor you felt more excited about.

“I’m experimenting with the new products,” Ten tried to argue to gain the upper hand, but you only giggled when he tore the condoms out of your grip. “Besides, it’s not like they go anywhere near my mouth, so I think I’m good.”

“Of course,” you added, still laughing at the circumstances.

“Anyway… which one?” Ten asked, waiting for you to make a decision since he was fine with both. Quickly, you grabbed the grapes-flavored one, and Ten threw the pineapple one back into the drawer. “Alright then,” he said, waiting for you to open the package and roll it down his length.

“Whoa, they smell so good,” you commented as you couldn’t help yourself but give it a whiff.

“Okay, fuck off,” Ten said with affection before he stole the condom from your hands and put it on himself, hoping to not hear a single comment about it.

“Fuck me,” you seductively ordered, and Ten shook his head, unable to resist you.

Quickly, Ten wrapped the condom around his cock and rolled on top of you, giving your thighs a few delicate strokes. Ten grabbed his erection, gave it a few strokes, and pressed the tip against your folds before entering.

“Yes,” you moaned the second Ten pushed his length inside of you, bottoming out. He concluded you were ready for his cock. After all, you had taken his fingers so well. “I like it rough,” you purred, feeling your folds stretch around him.

“I’ve always had a hunch,” Ten cheekily added, prompted to give you a light spank to test the waters. When you moaned and bit your lip, he spanked the other butt cheek.

“Less talking, more fucking,” you teased, hoping your words triggered Ten to go even harder. You wanted to feel him long after he’s finished with you. You’d like to find lots of love marks in the morning.

Though it irked him a bit that you bossed him around, it excited him even more. Usually, it was him who liked to push the boundaries, but now, he felt refreshed when you were telling him exactly what you wanted him to do.

“As you fucking wish,” he breathed out, snapping his hips roughly. The bed was shaking; its frame was hitting the wall. Thankfully, he had no neighbors. Otherwise, there would already be police knocking on the doors.

His hands were groping and kneading your thighs as he fucked you.

You were both close. You could tell he was working on the last bits of self-control. There was one more thing he could do to get you off more quickly, so you just told him right off the bat.

“Choke me,” you ordered, and Ten cocked up his eyebrow, wondering if you really said that or was it just him imagining things. “Put your hands around my neck and choke me,” you added, hoping it would convince him.

“Tap me on my thigh if you want me to stop,” Ten instructed you before he leaned forward, tightening his grip around your neck. When Ten gained control over your breath, your whole body felt hot. You were just seconds away from your release.

Little to no air was getting to your lungs, and it only amplified the pleasure you were feeling.

“I’m coming,” Ten loudly moaned, losing his rapid rhythm.

You came a few seconds before him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as blinding bliss overtook your body. When orgasm erupted within you, you released an animalistic growl which died down in your throat as Ten’s fingers were still around it.

“That was incredible. You’re incredible,” Ten replied with a grin as he rolled over to lie on his back to bask in delight more. “You surprised me with that choking thing,” Ten admitted, staring at the ceiling, still comprehending what just happened. “How are you gonna surprise me in the morning, kitten? A threesome? 69? Anal?”

“A threesome sounds nice. Do you have somebody in mind?” You played along, entertaining the thought for a second. Who among your acquaintances were freaky enough to participate in a threesome with you and Ten? You didn’t know. Maybe he already had someone in mind.

Or at least, you could start with someone watching you two doing it.

“Are you for real?”

“When we find the right person, why not?”

“When?!” Ten asked, a bit taken aback. He expected to hear a “no”; maybe an “if”, but “when” definitely shook him. He didn’t complain, though. “I’ll remember that.”

“Can I use your bathroom?” You asked, feeling an urge to freshen yourself up. Your eyelids feel heavy, and you wanted to take a quick shower.

“Yeah, sure. First door on the left,” Ten instructed as he turned to the side, cuddling his pillow. He was spent, but he felt so nice now he’d just wash in the morning.

Although you wanted to stay with him, you somehow managed to get up and drag your feet to the bathroom. The second you opened the doors, you heard meowing and saw two fluffy creatures running through the doors between your legs, taking you by surprise.

“What the fuck?!”

Groaning, Ten got out of bed and marched over to check up on you. Your yelp alarmed him. He needed to know what startled you so much.

“Don’t worry,” Ten softly spoke, placing a reassuring kiss on your shoulder blade. “These furry shits are my cats. Leon and Louis. One of them pissed on my VHS player earlier today, and since they didn’t want to snitch, I locked them up in the bathroom.”

“That’ll teach ‘em.”

“Doubtful, but I love them,” Ten confessed with a sigh, giving you a playful spank. It was too early in the morning to be this sentimental, so he chose to light up the mood with teasing. “Be quick. I’ll be waiting for you in bed.”

[ptergwen]

make a wish

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: swearing, tom being a lil drama queen, and harrison is a div

summary: you always go all out for tom’s birthday, but you’ve forgotten it this year… or have you?

a/n: oh my god i can’t believe tom is 25 today like a whole 25 years of him on this planet !!!!! wow? i wrote this as kinda my gift but it’s really for y’all so i hope you enjoy hehe <3 happy international tom day :D

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a grin sets on tom’s face before he even opens his eyes. he’s waited an entire year for this day to come, and here it finally is.

there are a couple of reasons why his birthday has always been a favorite. the biggest is that everyone nearest and dearest to his heart gathers to celebrate it — family, friends, and his wonderful girlfriend. tom loves nothing more than to be surrounded by his people, laughing until he can hardly breathe. he truly looks forward to those special moments.

less sentimentally, tom is also very fond of a good cake. sam usually bakes one for him. it’s convenient his little brother is good in the kitchen because it saves him from going gift shopping. tom can’t wait to see what’s on the menu this time.

he’s eager to get today started, and he has his best girl to do so with. you make all the festivities miles more fun, which tom didn’t know was possible until you lit up his life. you’re probably more excited than him for his twenty fifth year around the sun.

tom is beaming as he rolls over to pull you in closer. birthday cuddles will be his first present, he decides. much to tom’s dismay, you’re not actually there. your side of the bed is empty. that’s… odd.

it’s still fairly early, so he’s not sure where you could’ve gone. tom assumes you just had to use the bathroom. you two did drink your weight in wine last night, pregaming for today.

that, or you’re whipping up some breakfast in bed. you’d done it for him last year. the meal was such a hit that you might have ended up trying it again. tom isn’t opposed to either, as long as you’re back in his arms soon.

like you can read tom’s mind, which you probably can, you appear in your shared bedroom. he’d expected you to arrive donning fuzzy pajamas with mugs of coffee. instead, you’re wearing a pantsuit and have your laptop in hand.

that wouldn’t be tom’s outfit of choice. he’s the last person to judge on style, though.

“good, you’re up,” you chirp to tom, your heels quickly clanking across the floor. you seem to be in a rush. “i’m about to go, but i wanted to say good morning first.”

go where?

“love, what’re you on about?” tom sits up with both eyebrows furrowed. “come back to bed. i’ve kept it nice and warm for you.” he’s smirking now, you skipping around the room to collect your things.

“can’t, tommy. i’ve got work. not all of us make a living on the big screen,” you chastise him in a playful tone.

ok, tom is really confused. you’d told him you planned on taking the day off so you could spend it together.

unless you forgot, that is.

but, you would never. would you?

“no, i- i know,” tom exhales, rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eyes. “i just thought you were calling in sick today, hm?” he’s looking up at you hopefully, to which you scoff at.

you walk over to him and ruffle his disheveled curls. “do i look sick to you? i don’t feel it.” tom leaves your rhetorical question unanswered.

there’s no way you aren’t messing with him. it would make sense, considering all his pranking you’ve had to endure. one too many shaving cream facials could really scorn someone.

there’s also the possibility that you’re still a bit tipsy. just hours ago, you were in his lap and sipping from the bottle.

tom will believe anything before he believes you forgot his birthday.

“darling, do you know what today is?” tom asks expectantly, reaching for your hand. chuckling, you tangle your fingers with his. “tuesday? i’ll pick up tacos on my way home.”

your usual taco tuesday dinner is not what he’s referring to.

“yeah, but no. what’s the date?” he prompts you to fill in the blank. you gasp as a realization hits. “the first!” leaning over, you peck tom’s cheek and grab your laptop bag.

he knew you’d remember. you’ve always woken him up with birthday wishes.

tom cracks a tiny smile, squeezing your hand intertwined in his. “happy…” you pause for a second. “happy june. new month, fresh start. almost summer, too.” his smile dwindles at your words. he’d thought a birthday would follow after happy.

the unimaginable has happened. today’s real significance completely slipped your mind.

should tom tell you? it wouldn’t be the same going about the day without his love. it is embarrassing you need the reminder, however.

then again, this isn’t a regular occurrence. you’ve been preoccupied with your job lately, so you’re slightly detached from the rest of reality. your boss assigned you to some secret project that you haven’t shared the details of. you must be heading off to finish it.

trust him, tom understands the toll hard work can take better than most. he’ll let this go. it’s only fair for him to be patient and supportive, seeing as you are with him.

“right. um, it’s actually… it’s my birth-“ you cut tom off with a kiss before he can correct you.

your lips don’t stay on his for long, but it’s enough time to notice the lack of alcohol on your breath. that means you aren’t hungover or joking around. you simply don’t care about his birthday.

“sorry, i don’t wanna be late. i’ll call you, okay?” you kiss his cheek once more and pat his other. “alright. drive safe,” tom mumbles, lower lip caught between his teeth. he watches you pack up your purse, then make your way out.

“get some rest, tommy! love you!” you sing to him while dashing out of your room. “i’ll try! love you, too,” tom unenthusiastically replies.

when he hears the front door click shut, he tosses the covers aside and stomps to the kitchen to fix his own breakfast.

this birthday might not be so happy after all.

-

“what’s the status?” you check with harrison, who reads from the itinerary in his hands. “looks like we’re about finished! all that’s left is for harry to test the speakers.” his face holds a proud smile, you nudging his arm appreciatively. “perfect, thank you so much! you guys did such a good job,” you compliment and gaze around at the transformed venue.

the room is buzzing with balloons and streamers, illuminated by colorful disco lights. there’s a mini hole-in-one golf game as well as twister for people to play. sodas, chips, classic party foods are lined up on a long table covered by spider-man tablecloth.

you all came together to throw tom the birthday bash of his dreams. it’s simple, yet an expression of the love everyone in his life has for him. twenty five is a pretty big milestone. your baby is halfway to thirty, and not so small anymore. you knew you had to do something grander than previous years.

tom’s family and closest friends helped you organize his day, and you can’t wait to see his jaw drop when he arrives.

to keep tonight a surprise, you’ve casted yourself in the role of the clueless girlfriend. you go all out for tom’s birthday each year, so he didn’t anticipate your forgetting. you felt absolutely awful to upset him so much this morning. the poor boy was a blushing and squirming mess.

his heartbreak is only temporary, at least.

everything will be worth it later on.

“please, we couldn’t have done it without your… very detailed instructions,” harrison insists, waving around his list for emphasis. you’ve taken your responsibilities here seriously.

“i am the head of this committee. expect nothing less!” you defend. snickering, he folds the paper back up. “fair enough. sam should be over with his cake soon, by the way.” you give a stern look. “chocolate mousse, i presume?”

tom mentioned offhandedly a couple weeks ago how much he enjoys it. you’d been specific about having it at the party, or else. the boys know better than to cross you.

“with chocolate flowers on top. i tried a sample, and it was quite yummy.” harrison licks his fingers for emphasis. laughing at his antics, you pull your phone from your pocket.

“you div. well, i should probably call the birthday boy. i said i would earlier.” you’re grinning as you press on tom’s contact. “brilliant,” harrison agrees, you putting the call on speaker so he can listen.

tom answers after a couple more rings than he normally does. “hello?” he speaks into the phone. “hey, baby. what are you up to?” you wonder, although you know his exact schedule for the day.

you’d arranged to have everyone entertain him until the party. right now, he should be with nikki.

“mum’s taken me on a shopping spree, then we’re doing lunch.” tom purses his lips, debating whether or not he should tell you what the occasion is. his birthday.

“what about you, darling? how’s your project?” he inquires instead. harrison stifles a giggle, you elbowing his side. “oh, it’s… it’s good. just taking longer than i expected. listen, tom…”

tom can picture your frown over the phone, letting out a sigh of his own.

“i might not make it home in time for taco night. maybe nikki will be around for dinner, too?” you suggest, regretfully.

you’ve already bailed on tom’s birthday, and now you’re ditching your date? he’s completely crushed at this point. he has no chance of turning his shitty day around anymore, no matter who he spends it with. he only wants you.

“i’ll ask her. don’t worry about it, y/n/n.” the disappointment is clear in his voice. “good luck with everything. text me on your way home.”

he’s not very convincing. isn’t supposed to be the real actor of you two?

“alright. thank you, baby. i love you.” you put a hand over your chest, exchanging a pitying look with harrison. “i love you more. bye-bye,” tom murmurs before hanging up.

he has no idea your ‘project’ has been a surprise party this whole time.

-

“i can’t believe it, mum. she’s forgotten all about my birthday,” tom whines to nikki while they browse through marc jacobs. her mission is to find him something to wear for later. “i’ve dropped so many hints, and she hasn’t gotten a single one.”

he glances at the purple and red striped sweater nikki holds up. “ooh, that’s nice.”

lucky for everyone, he’s easily distracted.

nikki smiles keenly, tucking it under her arm. “you said y/n’s been given a work assignment, yes?” she questions. she’s well aware it’s a cover for tom’s party.

“mhm, and i understand how stressful that can be.” tom sorts through more clothes, angrily pushing apart the racks. “but, i don’t think that’s a good enough excuse. i’d never forget her birthday, right?”

“cheer up, sweetheart. i’m sure she’ll come around,” nikki comforts him with a hand on his back. “even if she doesn’t, it wouldn’t be on purpose. y/n cares about you so much. mistakes happen.” she removes the sweater from its hanger. “why don’t you try this on, and i’ll keep looking?”

tom prays the phrase mother knows best holds true in this situation. he nods and takes the sweater.

“thanks, mum. i hope you’re right about that.”

-

after nikki finishes hauling tom around the shops and for a bite to eat, she drives him back home. he’s currently splayed across the couch with tessa. she’s perched on his stomach, face nuzzled into his chest while he scrolls through his phone. it’s nice that one of his girls is here to celebrate.

you’ve gone off the grid, save for some bland texts that tom merely responds to with heart emojis. he doesn’t have the energy for anything more. he’s still in shock that you haven’t uttered a word about his birthday. this isn’t like you, not in the slightest.

tom perks up when he logs into instagram, liking all the birthday posts from his friends and fans. he watches some edits that must have taken ages to create, commenting thank you’s, making people’s days. someone deserves to enjoy theirs.

when he comes across zendaya’s birthday post, tom is finally pulled out of his mopey mood.

it’s a photo she took of him during the filming of no way home. tom had snuck off set in his newest spidey suit to get starbucks because he was in dire need of his iced mocha. his mask is off, a finger to his lips and shushing the camera, coffee clutched in his free hand. zendaya swore she wouldn’t tattle on him, but here they are.

“what do you say, tess? should we give Z a ring?” tom asks his pooch, flooded with nostalgia and craving more company. not that tessa isn’t. some human contact would be refreshing, however.

“i’ll take your silence as a yes,” tom concludes. he strokes tessa’s back and dials zendaya’s number. she picks up suspiciously fast, his eyes widening.

“birthday boy, hey! i was just gonna call you,” zendaya muses, grinning to herself. she’s under your orders to do so. “great minds think alike, don’t they? how are you holding up?” tom smiles upon hearing his friend’s voice.

“you first,” she challenges. “it’s all about you today… and every other, but still.” her teasing earns tom’s first genuine laugh in too long.

“oh? doesn’t feel that way,” tom says under his breath, hugging tessa closer. she whimpers, to which he kisses the top of her head in response. “what do you mean?” zendaya asks sympathetically.

“y/n, um…” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “god, this is humiliating. she forgot my birthday.”

his confession doesn’t shake her because you told her about your scheme. she does have to pretend to be shaken.

“for real?” zendaya gawks, fueling tom’s sadness further. “shit, man. that’s so fucked up… i’m sorry.” she’s suppressing a smile. tom continues to scratch tessa’s back to calm himself.

“i’m not sure what’s happened. she always makes a huge deal of it,” he elaborates, shaking his head. “i don’t know, maybe i’m being dramatic. she’s been busy. i just feel a bit… lonely.”

this charade of yours is seriously getting to tom. you’ve got major damage control to do.

“you might feel lonely, but you’re not alone. you have me,” zendaya offers her take. tom tuts, shifting on his cushion. “very wise of you. thanks, Z.” she snorts at him. “i’d say we should hang, if you weren’t on the other side of the world,” he lightheartedly complains.

unbeknownst to tom, zendaya happens to be in london for the week. she’s shooting a commercial for her latest ambassadorship. she’ll be at his party later on, and she’s meeting up with you now. he’ll figure that out soon enough.

zendaya clicks her tongue. “sucks, huh? this is one of those times i wish i could teleport.” tom is about to respond, then he hears a voice in the background. “daya!” you squeal, running up to her with open arms. that sounds an awful lot like…

“y/n?” tom almost gasps, jumping off the couch. tessa growls at his abruptness. “am i completely off my rocker, or is she… is that her?”

panicking, zendaya signals for you to be quiet. “uh, i- i…” she slaps her hand over her forehead. “i gotta go! happy birthday, holland!” before tom can interrogate, she’s already ended the call.

his clinginess to you probably freaked her out. it would be ridiculous to think you two are together when zendaya lives in california and you’re here in england. tom’s mind is playing tricks on him, making him hear what he wants to. he misses you an insane amount.

back to wallowing he goes.

-

it’s nearly two hours past the time you get off, and you still aren’t home. tom is fed up with the entire day.

he went for drinks with tuwaine and on a walk with paddy, so those were highlights. he’d have liked to do some rounds of golf with his dad, too. he said he couldn’t because he was stowed away to write his next book. that was a lie, but tom was unsuspecting.

even the good parts of his birthday weren’t that great.

tom’s faith is reignited when a facetime call from you shows up on his screen. he immediately swipes to answer, not caring how desperate he seems. he is desperate. he’d settle for seeing you at all and under any circumstances.

“tom!” you smile into the camera. you’re outside, the sun beginning to set behind you. “haven’t heard from you in hours, y/n/n. where are you?” tom props his phone up in front of him. “um, work,” you hastily retort. “if you’re up to it, i could really use a favor…”

you’re a madwoman, he swears it. you’ve gone bonkers.

but, what else has he got to lose?

“yeah,” tom grumbles out, avoiding eye contact in the call. “what is it?” you’re oblivious to his inner conflict. “my uber cancelled on me, and it’s getting pretty late. i was wondering if you could come get me instead?” you bat your lashes, trying to grab his attention. “i’d rather be with you, anyway.”

unlike you at the moment, tom is a considerate partner who would do whatever necessary to accommodate you. he can’t say no.

“sure, darling. i’m on my way.” tom stands to search for his keys. “wait!” you stop him. he’s not in the mood to, but he indulges. “hm?” “that sweater… it’s cute on you,” you compliment, grinning innocently at your somber boyfriend.

“thanks. mum picked it out for me,” tom rasps. he paired it with black skinny jeans and some old boots.

“what are you so dressed up for, anyway?” you drawl, knowing damn well his answer. my birthday. my fucking birthday, is what tom wants to say. “myself, i guess,” he shortly replies instead. you’re impressed he didn’t break yet.

“you deserve it. i’ll text you the address?”

“yup. be there soon, bye.”

-

tom barely has it held together as he drives to your office. he’s either on the verge of tears or a full blown tantrum, or maybe both.

the ride there isn’t too long, which he’s grateful for. he needs this day to be over with. he’ll get you, have a nice dinner, and salvage his birthday however possible. hey, there’s always next year.

upon his arrival, tom begins to wonder if you gave him the wrong address by accident. it’s some place called swingers. he can vaguely recall hearing of it, but it’s indoor mini golf. you surely don’t work at a mini golf course. he would’ve visited a lot sooner. unless, this is another secret you’ve kept.

there’s only one way to find out.

you’re not outside when he gets out of the car. he figures you must have went back inside to wait. with his sweater sleeves scrunched in his hands, tom enters the building.

it’s quiet, besides the radio playing lowly in the lobby. he approaches a woman at the front desk to ask where you might be.

“hello, is y/n y/l/n in? i’m meant to meet her here,” tom politely explains, mustering up a smile. the lady beams at him and gets up from her chair. “i’ll take you to her. right this way.”

she leads him through the place, tom following along curiously. he looks around while he walks and admires the paraphernalia littering the walls. they end up in a dark room that appears to be empty. although he hasn’t a clue what’s going on anymore, that can’t be right.

“are you sure this is where she-“ tom turns to the front desk woman, but she’s gone. weird. he’s starting to get a bit spooked.

tom’s instincts tell him to bolt, then all the lights suddenly flick on. he realizes he’s in a bar. music blasts from speakers, decorations hang from the ceiling, and people blow party horns in unison. not just any people, his people.

“surprise!” everybody shouts, tom clasping both hands over his mouth. he’s most definitely surprised.

the room bursts into laughter at his reaction, waving around their noisemakers and going up to greet him. this is just what you’d hoped for. your disappearing act paid off, even though it was excruciating for all who were involved.

you run right up to tom, his family circling around the two of you. his abundance of friends settle at the bar or by the snack table. tom removes his hands from his face to reveal the widest smile you’ve ever seen.

“oh my god, y/n/n! you… did you do all of this?” he chuckles in disbelief. you eagerly nod and cup his cheeks. “of course! you didn’t think i’d forget about international tom day, did you?” tom is so moved that he doesn’t say anything, only stares into your eyes. “best day of the year,” you declare with a toothy grin.

lifting you up by your waist, tom collides his lips with yours, not allowing another second to be wasted. you giggle as you kiss back, letting your legs hook around his middle. everyone in the room hollers at the two of you.

tom is still smiling against your lips. he rests his forehead on yours when he pulls back, just to come in and steal more kisses. you move a hand down to his broad shoulder to steady yourself while his lips attack yours, softly but so passionately.

“happy birthday, baby!” you manage to get out between tom’s never ending pecks. a breathy laugh leaves him, kissing both your cheeks. “thank you so much, angel. so, so much,” tom hums, your nose scrunching up. he kisses that, too. “i’m so fucking in love with you. you have no idea.” his eyes are glossy as you meet them.

“mm, i know. i love you the most, tom.” your lips brush his again gently, tom sniffling and holding you tight. you pout at him and dab at a stray tear with your thumb. “aw, no. don’t cry,” you coo, all the guests cheering you two on. “look at me… what’s the matter?”

you’re stroking across his jawline, tom putting you down. his arms stay around your waist.

“i just… you got me really good. thought you actually forgot about my birthday,” tom admits, leaning into your touch. “i was so fucking sad all day, but this makes up for everything.”

you draw him into a hug, his body flush against yours and face hidden in your neck. “no, never. you mean the whole world to me, tom. i’ve been planning your twenty fifth for months!” you’re flashing him a cheeky smile.

“so, your secret project?” tom cocks his head to the side, you jabbing at his chest. “you’re looking at it.” “my love,” he groans, throwing his head back. “how on earth did you do all of this?” gesturing behind you, you take a step back. “i didn’t work alone.”

harrison and zendaya waltz over together, tom losing his shit for the nth time today.

“you’re joking!” he practically tackles zendaya in a hug, who makes crazy eyes at you over tom’s shoulder. “careful with the hair! valentino needs me in the morning,” she laughs out and squeezes him back. tom eases up the tiniest bit.

“you’ve been here the whole time, then?” he lets her go so she can breathe, grinning so much his cheeks hurt.

“for a shoot, yeah. thought i’d check this place out while i’m here. i’m a real golf fanatic,” zendaya sarcastically replies and claps tom on the back. tom reaches over and links his pinky with yours, tugging you back to him. “i knew that was you on the phone! you two were in on this together.”

you curtesy, harrison clearing his throat from next to you.

“ahem! what about me, dickhead?” he puts his hands on his hips. “what about you?” tom repeats to get a rise out of him. it succeeds, harrison punching his arm just hard enough to sting. he does it with a chuckle, though.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. thanks, bruv.” tom rolls his eyes. the two of them hug it out, you and zendaya watching on.

he slings his arm around harrison’s shoulder. “damn, you lot had me fooled. how’d you pull it off?” you wink at zendaya, looping your own arms around tom’s waist. “we learned from the master himself.” “and, me,” she teases. “oh, get in here. all of you,” tom insists, the four of you now in a bone-crushing group hug.

it’s cut short by his parents and a bunch of others wanting to give their best to the birthday boy.

nikki marches up to tom with smudged mascara because yours and toms reunion made her emotional. dom pokes fun of at his wife, tom consoling her while getting another good laugh in. it must be a holland thing.

tom makes his rounds after that with you by his side, your arm in his as he thanks everyone for coming. you’ve spent enough time apart for one day, or forever. he catches up with his spider-man stunt team, then does a shot with harry and checks out sam’s cake.

you have to physically restrain him from devouring it on the spot, much to sam’s amusement.

at last, everybody heads off to the mini golf courses throughout the building. tom understands why his dad didn’t go for a game earlier. this might not be the real thing, but it’s admittedly more entertaining. plus, he has a better chance of beating the others out.

you, tom, zendaya, and harrison play your game together. nikki, dom, sam, and paddy are right behind you. harry and tuwaine split into other groups, the venue filled only with everyone tom loves. he’s so blown away you did this for him.

“foul! that’s a foul!” harrison calls to you while you retrieve your golf ball from the water. “what is?” you yell back. tom and zendaya stand back and observe.

“you can’t move the ball! you have to hit it where it lands!” harrison sticks his golf club in the fake grass, smirking in satisfaction. huffing, you place the ball back at its starting point on the course. “dude, that’s impossible. i’m just gonna go from here.”

he narrows his eyes at you. “you did that on purpose.” tom swats at his friend’s shoulder, you biting back a grin. “are you accusing my girl of cheating?” “a man in women’s business,” zendaya remarks and earns giggling from you. harrison mocks her words, ultimately conceding.

“fine. if y/n’s going to play dirty, so will i.”

the rest of your game goes smoothly until your mini golf skills are once again questioned, this time by tom. he informs you that you’ve been holding the club all wrong. you haven’t really. he just wants an excuse to touch you, which you’re not opposed to.

tom’s hands are over yours, his chin on your shoulder as he teaches you how to swing. he’ll throw out little comments like atta girl and there you go, sweetheart from time to time. zendaya finds this hilarious, so she snaps a video and posts it to her story. you’ll all no doubt be trending soon.

the party eventually moves back into the bar, where sam has his chocolate mousse cake ready to be eaten. two big candles that say twenty five in numbers are now stuck in and flaming. tom stands before his beloved cake, you hugging him from behind while everyone serenades him with happy birthday.

you all applaud him at the end, tom licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. “are you one?” harry starts chanting. the others follow in song, gearing up to twenty five. tom will blow out his candles when they get there.

pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, you whisper in his ear. “make a wish, tommy.” he looks at you over his shoulder, threading his fingers through yours.

“it’s already come true.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

talent that runs in the family ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2128

request?: yes!

“Being rooks sister and substitute him while he recovers and slowly start to fall in love with colson”

description: she steps in to replace her brother when he is seriously injured and ends up gaining feelings for his friend

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Thanks so much for doing this (Y/N),” Rook said over the phone. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said. “But does Colson know that I’m...y’know...not a seasoned vet?”

“You’ll do fine.”

I refrained from reminding him that he didn’t actually answer my question.

After Rook’s accident left him out of commission for some time, he came to me to ask if I’d fill in for him. I jumped at the opportunity. Rook had taught me how to drum when I was young and, much like my big brother, it became a passion of mine. How could I turn down working with one of the biggest artists of the year, even if it were just for a short while?

Well, my nerves were definitely telling me I should’ve said no as I walked into soundcheck that day.

“Whatever,” I said. “I’ll call you after the soundcheck.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous. You’re gonna do great.”

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I tried not to focus on how big the venue we were playing in was as I made my way to the otherwise empty stage. I thought I was the first person to arrive until I heard someone calling my name.

“(Y/N), up here!”

I looked up to see the guys sat in a booth in the balcony. Colson was all but leaning over the railing, waving for me to join them. I had no idea how to get up there on my own, but luckily a security guard showed me the way.

The guys were eating pizza and drinking from plastic cups as if they were the ones attending the concert and not performing in it.

“Pre-show ritual,” Colson told me. “Especially when we have someone new joining the band. Sit! Have a slice!”

“Shouldn’t we be practicing?” I asked, but still sat with them. I didn’t want to completely mess up my first day.

“We have hours to practice,” one of the other guys I remembered as Slim said. “And we don’t really need to. We do this every night. A soundcheck is basically just to make sure everything is working tech wise.”

I just nodded, not wanting to point out that I hadn’t been doing this every night. I hoped that I’d have some time to figure out the songs before the shows.

Colson nudged me, bringing my attention to him. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great.”

I smiled at him, wishing I’d believe him.

After our small feast of pizza and beer in plastic glasses, we finally got to our soundcheck. I was so nervous that I kept messing up during the first song. My hands were shaking and I kept hitting the wrong drum by accident. My face was burning with embarrassment as I buried it in my hands and groaned.

Colson walked up to me, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I can get this, I know I can.”

“I know you can, too,” he said. “Just take a breath, relax. We’ll try again when you’re ready. And remember, it’s just drumming. Rook says you’re great at it.”

I smiled at him and nodded. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pictured myself back in my bedroom from my childhood, playing my drums super loud until my parents had to call out for me to keep it down.

When we started practicing again, it went off without a hitch. We did most of the setlist all the way through and did quick takes on the last few songs before our time was up.

I was proud of myself as the soundcheck came to an end. I was still nervous about performing during the actual show, but I felt confident enough in myself not to make too many noticeable mistakes when we actually had an audience that night.

I was walking to my car when I heard someone calling for me. I turned to see Colson running to catch up with me. Or rather he was taking long strides to catch up with me considering he was so tall.

“I told you you would do great!” he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “It’s like drumming runs in your blood or something.”

I chuckled. “That’s what mom and dad always said too, but neither one of them can keep a beat to save their lives and no one else in our immediate family plays either.”

“You and Rook are the start of a long line of drummers then I guess.”

I shrugged in response. We both stood awkwardly for a moment. I wasn’t sure what else to say. His arm was still around my shoulder and I didn’t want to pull away and make it seem like I didn’t enjoy the contact because I definitely was not complaining about it.

I guess Colson also realized that he was still touching me, though, because he pulled his arm away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you need a run to the hotel or anything?” he asked. “We have the tour bus.”

I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks. I have my car, and besides I haven’t even checked into the hotel yet so I should probably go do that.”

“Oh, yeah you definitely should. Get some rest before the show, too. It’s a lot more physically demanding when it’s an actual show, even if you’re just sitting at a drum set the entire time. I’ll see you tonight then I guess.” He turned to walk away, but paused and turned back to add, “What were you planning on wearing tonight?”

I looked at him, confused. “Uh...this I guess.”

I was wearing a hoodie and a pair baggy jeans and my most comfortable pair of sneakers.

Colson raised an eyebrow at my outfit before looking back up at me. “I mean, it’s definitely comfy, but I would recommend something a little less...well, just less. It’s going to be hot as fuck on that stage, especially with all the lights on you and shit.”

I nodded, taking note of this as I got into my car and internally panicked a little because I didn’t know if I even had anything to wear.

~~~~~~

A few hours later, after checking into my hotel room and promptly wrecking it by throwing my clothes everywhere, I was heading back down to the lobby to meet up with the guys. We were going to the show together, which would’ve been my first tour bus ride. I couldn’t lie, I was super stoked for it.

I was the last one to the lobby. All the guys were stood around, loudly talking to one another. You’d think they were just a normal group of guys and not a group about to play a sold out show in a massive arena.

Colson spotted me first. I smiled at waved at him. His eyes widened and his jaw basically dropped, which prompted all the guys to turn. Their reactions immediately matched his as they looked me up and down.

“Rook would kill you guys if he could see you right now,” I teased.

“Damn (Y/N),” Colson dared to say first. “You look...you look hot as fuck.”

I had decided on a loose muscle shirt with a bralette underneath since the shirt showed a little more than what I was used to, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and kept on the comfortable sneakers I had been wearing earlier that day.

I giggled. “Thanks, but again, Rook would kill you for saying that. Also, it’s not anything super attractive.”

“You got a nice body,” Baze pointed out. “Anything showing it off even a little is hot.”

I could feel my face burning as I waved their comments away. “Okay, enough with this. We have a show to get to.”

We boarded the tour bus and started towards the arena. The guys were distracted amongst one another again, completely forgetting about me and my “hot outfit”. Besides Colson, who had come to sit next to me on the couch while the rest of the guys were already drinking whatever was in the mini fridge.

“Do you guys always get drunk before your shows?” I asked.

“Not always. Usually we get high,” Colson responded.

“Now that I can get behind. I’ll probably be less afraid if I’m high.”

Colson held out the joint in his hand to me. I took it and took a quick puff, the smoke immediately burning my throat and lungs as I tried to inhale it. Colson laughed as I started to cough.

“I still say you have nothing to worry about,” he told me. “You’re gonna do great tonight. You can’t even really see or hear the audience with all the lights and the inner ear pieces.”

“That’s even worse cause then I’ll just imagine how big the audience is.”

He put a hand on my leg, something I assume was just instinct for him to do to comfort someone, but the minute he made the contact I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. Colson quickly pulled his hand away and I wondered if he had felt that too.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking,” he said.

“You can if you want,” I assured him. “I wasn’t mad about it or anything.”

Colson looked at me and I realized how blue his eyes were. Rook had always made jokes about how Colson could seduce any woman with just his eyes because they were such baby blues, but I didn’t really believe him until the moment I was looking in them myself. Now I was lost, completely forgetting everyone around me as I felt myself moving closer towards him.

The bus jerked to a stop, causing Colson and I to nearly be thrown from our seats. The guys started off the bus first, running towards the entrance to the arena as I could hear the waiting fans screaming outside.

Colson stood and offered a hand to me. “It’s showtime.”

~~~~~~

After the first song went perfectly, I stopped feeling nervous. Colson was right, I couldn’t see the audience in front of me, but I could faintly hear their screams of excitement over my inner ear piece. It was weird to have it in and not only hear all of us playing, but also the crew talking backstage. It was almost distracting, but it became easy to tune them out.

During one of Colson’s talking points in the show, I reached for my water bottle to take a sip. Colson was hyping the audience up, which made me smile a little.

“Before we continue the show,” he said into his mic, “you guys may have noticed that we do not have our regular drummer tonight.”

I immediately knew what he was about to do and I wanted to hurtle my drumstick at him before he went there.

“As you’ve probably heard, Rook was in a bit of an accident and is off recovering for the time being,” he continued. “So, we decided to get some family to fill in for him for the time being. Everyone, I want to hear y’all make some noise for Rook’s little sister, (Y/N)!”

The crowd cheered loudly. Colson turned to me and waved for me to stand. I glared at him, which I hoped he could see, before standing and awkwardly smiling and waving at the audience.

“All the cool drum shit you guys have been hearing all night has been (Y/N),” Colson said as he started to approach me. “She’s a bad ass fucking drummer, and she’s a pretty fucking cool chick, too.”

I was confused where he was going with this as he came to stand next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder the way he had earlier that day after soundcheck.

“Which is why, (Y/N), I gotta ask: will you go on a date with me sometime?”

Slight embarrassment was swelling somewhere inside of me at being asked out in such a public way, but that embarrassment was overshadowed by the fuzzy feeling of excitement inside of me. I looked up at Colson, my eyes wide and a smile on my lips.

 He lowered the mic so he could privately add, “I’m being serious. I wanna take you out on a real date. Just the two of us.”

My words were stuck in my throat, but I was able to nod in response. The smile on Colson’s face stretched so wide that I could’ve been convinced he was the one lighting the show.

“Okay,” he said, then lifted the mic to say to his audience, “Let’s get back to the show guys!”

[sif-the-tsunami]

Ok prompt! Sy is teaching you how to cook and maybe things get frisky ? 😁

Oooo I like this. Its not 100% on the nose but this is where the muse took me.

Did you want a novel? Because, I hope you like novels.

Warnings: chili with beans, sweet cornbread, swearing, smut

"Listen hear, you chicken fried fuck. If you don't like my cooking, you are welcome to eat something else at the damn pot luck!" I snap at a grumpy retired soldier who was talking trash about my chili recipe. Like always. Whenever we have a party, he has to say something about how I'm dressed, what I brought, or the beer I was drinking.

"All I'm saying here, California, is that where I'm from we don't put beans in our chili. And don't get me started on this abomination you call cornbread. Why is it sweet, why are there vegetables in my bread?" He says in his drawl.

"Because honey and roasted jalapenos taste good together!"

"I guess. You don't need to fuss so much Princess, I'll gladly show you how to make real Texan food. Make some wife material out of you." He smirked. I think he knew he was getting under my skin.

"Come on, Sy, give her a break. Take a bite of her cornbread with the chili, they are delicious together." One of our mutual friends told him when he could see that I was not having any more of his attitude.

I walked away from the conversation, feeling incredibly salty. The man was Syverson, we had been in the same group of friends for the past couple years and honestly he was usually at least cordial with me, but the sheer audacity of his tone today. The rest of the party was really fun, at least. Occasionally, I would catch eyes the color of the ocean after a storm staring me down. He kept looking like he wanted to say something to me but I would find reasons to leave the room. Fortunately there was always a way to get out and around.

Towards the end of the evening, I go outside to enjoy the cooling air and watch the stars, listen to a couple of the guys from inside sit on the tailgate of a truck and talk about football or something. The breeze would kick up occasionally and I could smell an orange tree blooming in the distance.

"Hey, oh shit, I didn't mean to startle you." I jumped damn near out of my skin when the grump showed up out of nowhere. "I actually really wanted to say that I'm sorry, I can be a real asshole sometimes. You are usually more aware of it than others. I'm used to giving people a hard time. Your food was delicious. I just don't know how to talk to you sometimes."

I looked at the large man skeptically. I'm not used to people going from snarky to nice to me. "Thank you for apologizing. Glad you liked it, Chicken Fried. You can just talk to me like anyone else, I don't mind some teasing, but you just know how to push my buttons."

Sy looked at his feet for a moment. "I will be nicer to you, I promise."

"I'm sure." I had heard that before.

"I still think mines better," back to sounding arrogant already, "I am willing to bet that it would blow your mind."

"Do you really want to bet?"

"Yeah... sure. I'll bet you. If my chili it better than yours.... you have to go on a date with me."

"Is that how you get most of your dates these days? Tinder just isn't cutting it anymore?" I tease. He is actually kind of good looking. Sort of. If you are into that hand crafted by the gods kind of look. I'm not saying I am, but I could get the appeal.

"You'd be surprised. Most of the women I meet want to figure out what's wrong with me. Almost 40, never married, I have a job I like. They keep waiting for my skeletons to come out of the closet. Like shit, girl, I just don't like olives or sweet relish. I think I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said talking with his hands out stretched. I think he might have been being earnest with me, but his tone is almost always sarcastic.

"You were in the military, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's what's wrong with you." The big man started laughing harder than I thought he would.

"Well, California. You up for it?"

"I don't know Chicken Fried, I don't like dating, I would really just like something casual, low maintenance. What happens when I win?"

"When?" He chuckles. "If you are looking for something casual and low maintenance, baby, there is a reason when I was still in the Army they called me Captain Cunnilingus."

"It sounds like either way you win." I smirk, "I would need a real incentive to try to beat you."

"How about bragging rights?"

"If I win... you shave your beard. Then I get to use your face as a chair." He looked shocked.

"Fine, when I win, you have to wear a dress on our date, and heels. Maybe even some of that shit you all put on your lips with the glitter and fruity flavors."

"Ok, now that's unreasonable. I don't even own heels."

"I'll buy you some." Well color me impressed. We decide on the terms of the bet. We would invite a couple of friends over to his place next Sunday and they would pick a winner with a blind taste test. We would also have one canned chili and one restaurant chili to make it a little more interesting.

Sunday came, and we all gathered in his house. This was the best batch of chili I have ever made. Fresh peppers, bacon, beer and some good quality beef all swam together in a symphony of flavors. When I walked into his house, the smell was... pungent. I could smell cooking vinegar. It wasn't bad but there was something just a little off putting.

"Glad you showed up, Princess." He looked me up and down. to surprise him just a little, I did show up in a dress. I figured a special occasion needed a special outfit.

I looked over at the big man as he took my slow cooker from my hands and plugged it in for me. To be fair to both of us, we had enough time to set up sides and toppings. I even baked more cornbread. Sy made his own savory cornbread that he pulled out of the oven in a cast iron skillet.

"It was my mama's." He told me when I asked about it.

"You bake also?"

"Sometimes, if the mood hits me. I like making peach cobbler too. If you are lucky, I'll make you some. Maybe after our date."

"So sure of yourself, Chicken Fried. I hope you got some good shaving cream and a new razor, you'll need it." In his kitchen, I lifted the hem of my sundress clear up to my naked hip showing him that I was ready to win this bet of ours. His pupils blew out with lust as he stepped up to me.

"Princess, you are a hell of a tease. I have wanted you so badly ever since the first time we met." He breathed, lusty and hot. He pinned me to the counter, radiating his desire. He bit his lip, looking me up and down, he looked like he wanted to kiss me or maybe consume me whole. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me breathless. "We will have company soon. I need to walk this off, but I really do want to continue this conversation when we don't have to risk being interrupted."

Before anyone could walk in on us, Syverson rushed up to me and kissed me more passionately. My knees buckle for a second and its like I've been set on fire.

When our friends came into his house, he set up bowls, spoons, Fritos and cheese. He set up blind tastings for the guests, only he and I knew what everyone was eating.

The canned chili was a flop. The restaurant chili was a better batch but it wasn't as good. When our friends tasted my chili, they all keep saying how wonderful it was.

Then we tried Sy's. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the group started to try to figure out what it was about the chili that we didn't like. It was too sweet as far as I was concerned and there was a weird aftertaste. It was an overwhelming agreement that Sy's chili was terrible. After we cleaned up his kitchen, Sy was pouting about having lost.

"So, when would you like for me to shave my beard?"

"Maybe later tonight. I think we have to finish that conversation we started earlier."

"Oh yeah, California?" He said, standing close to me. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to the counter top. I lace my fingers through his beard hair and pull him closer so I can finally kiss him again. He broke away from the kiss and then started nibbling on my neck. His hand found the seem of my dress and he slid his hand up my thigh. When my skirt was pushed up to my hips exposing my sex to him, he leaned me back. I watched him look at my core and lick his lips like a man starved.

"Wait a second. Before you start, what was going on with your chili? Did you throw the bet?"

"No, not at all." He looked at me confused. "I don't know what happened, I've made this a bunch of times and its always been good. This was terrible."

"Did you do anything different?"

"Well. I was out of tomato paste, so I used ketchup. A buddy of mine suggested it."

"Oh my god, Sy. No wonder! Thank god you are pretty, my guy." I tease.

"Your guy? I like the way that sounds. Now lean back, Princess. I'm going to try to convince you to let me not shave."

[tetsunormous]

Prove yourself useful

pairing: dom!Kenma x f!reader x spectator!Suna x Spectator! Osamu

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, post time-skip university, gamer boyfriend

word count: 2.4 k

warning: thigh riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, hair pulling, mentions of edging, spanking (?), degradation

It’s just past 2 in the afternoon and your lecture finally finished. University is nothing like what you grew up thinking it would be, but it would be a lot worse if you didn’t get to live with your boyfriend.

You met Kenma during your first year and it didn’t take long for the two of you to begin falling for each other. He is more complex than you’d ever imagine and everyday you learn new things to learn about him. At the surface level he’s incredibly successful; being a youtuber, a pro gamer, a fucking CEO, all while taking university classes. However, Kenma is so much more than that.

The Kenma you know and love is the Kenma that’s cooped up in his gaming room spitting insults at his friends while they practice for a match they have later on in the night. The Kenma that you find yourself daydreaming about is the one obsessed with your apple pie and insists it's never too hot to eat right out of the oven. Your Kenma doesn't show the world all his little quirks, but you’ve learned to understand all of his many facial expressions and what he needs at the time. Everyone sees Kenma as this shy intelligent man who prefers to keep things to himself, which he is, but your favourite Kenma is the one he only lets out behind closed doors.

For someone so reserved none of his following would ever expect him to be the kind of lover to share you with others. No one would ever suspect Kenma for being the kind of lover to get off on seeing you completely ruined and embarrassed. This version of Kenma is definitely the one you find the most interesting because he kept it from you for the first year of your relationship, but two years in and his friends have seen more of you than you could keep track of.

Just thinking about him gets you worked up and it's times like this that you’re grateful for online classes. You tiptoe into your shared bedroom to discard the panties you’re currently wearing. The mere thought of riding his thigh gets you so excited the pair of black lace you previously wore didn’t stand a chance. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your outfit isn’t anything special but it's his favourite. The sweater you’re wearing just big enough to cover your ass, sleeves long enough to hang past your fingertips, no bra or panties, the sheer thigh high socks that never fails to leave him hard, and the little cat ears resting on your head he bought for you months ago.

If he saw you now, there’s a chance you’d get your way.

You knock softly on the door before entering. The blinds are shut and there's a purple hue emitting from his LED lights. He’s sitting in front of his three monitors with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and his headset on, “Kenma? Are you in a game right now?”

His back is towards you so you begin to walk towards his desk, closing the door behind you. Osamu and Suna have seen the two of you naked plenty of times but for some reason, you still get a little shy. You wave at them on screen as you stand behind your boyfriend and you can hear their remarks through his headset.

“Oi, I think a little kitty wants to join before we play tonight”. Suna is always the first to say something, but Osamu definitely teases you more.

“You didn’t tell us we’d get a special treat today, Kodzuken”

Kenma stares blankly at his friends before turning to you, “Hi pudding, you finished with class?” he asks as his eyes wander down your body. You can see a slight smirk form on his lips before reaching out to give your hip a squeeze, “Miya was right, what a special little treat you are”

You know Kenma is observant but you can’t help but act a little cuter when there’s an audience around. “If you’re just practicing for now, can we cuddle Kenken, I missed you”, you ask with a slight pout on your face and your sweater paws reaching out for his arm, eyes glancing down at his bulge.

His eyes soften a bit and he chuckles at your act, “yeah yeah, sit on my lap you little brat”

You happily oblige and sit on his left thigh. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. With your arms resting on his shoulders, you begin playing with his hair and rocking your hips ever so slightly.

“We haven’t seen you wear those little ears in a while y/n, don't tell me you put them on after class just for some cuddles” A blush creeps onto your face as Suna continues to tease you about your intentions.

“Awh, don’t hide your face from us y/n. Kozume has shown us you’re not really as shy as you seem, did Suna’s little comment really make you blush that hard?”

You feel your boyfriend nudge you lightly with his shoulder, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth. “She knows I won’t fuck her till tonight yet she still climbs up onto my leg without panties on, she can act shy all she wants but we all know how shamelessly needy she is” You lift your head from his shoulder with a surprised look on your face. He’s still staring at his monitor, fingers busy with the controller, “you didn’t think I’d feel how wet you are? Your pussy is soaking through my sweats kitten”

The boy's laughter rings through the headphones and a whine escapes your lips. He takes his headphones off and has them resting around his neck before putting his controller down. You feel his hands under your arms and he positions you so that you're sitting on his left thigh facing his desk, legs resting on either side of his.

“Awh Osamu, look at the little kitty pouting cause her big bad boyfriend turned her away”

“She’s always so needy, aren’t you y/n? And in front of us too? You like putting on a show and having everyone see what a slut you are, huh”

Your thighs squeeze around Kenmas as your entire face starts to become red. You can hear your boyfriend clearing his throat before landing a hard smack against your thigh. “He asked you a question kitten. If you’re going to be a needy slut and come in here while we’re practicing, at least show some manners”

“Y-yes Samu” you whisper, “I like having you watch”

All the boys hum in unison and Suna leans back in his gaming chair, leaving his controller on the desk. “Well since you interrupted practice, I think it’s only fair you give us something in return, isn't that right Kenma”

“Suna makes a good point. I treated you so well last night cause we both knew I would be busy until later tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to give you the attention you need.” His slender fingers weave through your hair at the base of your scalp before pulling hard, exposing your throat for his friends to see. His nose softly traces your sensitive skin, inhaling your scent, “I let you cum all night long, but here you are with your greedy little cunt rubbing itself against me trying to get off”

“Maybe you need to be more mean with her, she should know better than to come in here if she isn’t going to make herself useful”

“You hear that?” Kenma’s other hand travels up your sweater and pinches your hardened nipple making you hiss in pain. “Should I listen to Osamu and be extra mean to you so you learn how to act?”

All three boys are now smirking at you but that just makes your body more aroused. Your pussy is throbbing and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on his leg. You feel him flex his muscles and you can't help but to cry out as the additional pressure on your clit sends an electric shot throughout your body.

“The poor baby can’t even respond”, Suna chuckles and pretends to pout “you are just a dumb little whore, aren’t you y/n?”

You let out a whine as your eyes meet Kenma’s. His cold stare alone asserts dominance over you and without thinking your hand reaches out to touch him. You feel a sharp pain as he smacks your hand away, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me kitten”. He yanks his hand back from your hair causing you to jerk forwards and grab a hold of the desk for balance. “We all know you won’t get allowed to cum later on but you will put on a show for us and prove you aren't just a useless slut”. He leans back with one arm resting on his armrest, “shall we make things interesting boys?”

Osamu stares intensely at you before laughing in your face, “Yea, let’s see if she can prove herself. If she can’t, I don’t think she deserves anything tonight”

“Y/n can be more than just Kozume’s dumb fuck, right? You gonna put on a show for us?”

Your mouth parted and eyes wide, you whip your head back to meet your boyfriends but he only smirks at you. “You have eight minutes kitten. Your hands stay on the desk and I won’t be touching you. If we hear a peep slip out of your lips, you lose. You better ride my thigh like you’re chasing the last orgasm you’ll ever have because if you fail to cum, I will edge you all night long to the brink of insanity, but all you can do is watch me fuck my fist instead.”

Osamu and Suna are rubbing themselves through their sweats as they snicker at our boyfriends rules. They continue to tease you but all you can focus on is the way Kenma is looking at you. He reaches back to tie his hair into a low bun and bounces his leg lightly, “are you ready?” he asks with his eyebrows slightly raised and a smirk. All you can do is nod back in his direction as you feel him flexing his thigh. He reaches for his phone and you watch as he sets a timer for eight minutes, “alright kitty….start”.

Your legs squeeze around your boyfriend's thigh as you begin to roll your hips. You shimmy yourself forwards a little bit so your clit can press against the base of his quads every time you rock forwards. Kenma was right, you're so wet it’s almost embarrassing how your own juices have lubricated your folds. Even against the fabric of his sweats, your pussy is drenched with your own arousal, helping you grind against his leg with ease. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to control your breathing so the overwhelming pressure doesn’t cause you to moan out loud.

You can hear the two boys teasing and laughing at how filthy you really are but all you can think about is chasing that O. The noises coming from your riding, the way your juices have dampened his pants, making a wet slapping noise every time you rock. Your fingers are gripping his desk hard and all you can do is throw your head back, chest heaving, trying to swallow your whines as you start to feel the tension building in  your stomach. “I can feel the way your pussy is twitching every time you rock forwards, sometimes close isn’t she?” Kenma moves forwards and speaks softly by your ear, “You only have three more minutes, why don’t you let us hear your pretty voice hmm?”

“Oh y/n, you look like you’re close to cumming, we’ve never heard you this quiet before. I bet it would feel even better if you moaned for us”

“Suna and I always talk about how pretty and desperate you sound, let us hear you”

The constant egging didn’t help but it definitely made you more needy. They all knew how loud you were when Kenma would stuff you full and just as you let out a heavy breath, your boyfriend flexes his muscles. Your mouth falls open as you roll faster, knowing your orgasm will happen soon. The way his thigh feels against your slick folds should be illegal, it shouldn’t feel this good before he even touches you.

“Oh I think someones going to cum, show us how you fall apart. Ride my fucking thigh and imagine how much better it would be if my cock was in your needy hole”. Kenma now palming against his dick as he watches your eyebrows furrow, your eyes squeeze tight, your cheeks glowing , the baby hairs sticking to your forehead, all while you bite down on your bottom lip trying your hardest to keep all your noises inside. You look absolutely stunning to him, falling apart over his leg. He keeps flexing his thigh at a fast pace to help you reach your high, no longer caring about the challenge. He’s so mesmerized by the way your pussy feels as it’s throbbing, and how your legs squeeze harder against his as you completely come undone.

You can hear the boys let out soft moans as you cum all over your boyfriend's thigh with a force that even you’re surprised about.

“Fuck Kenma, you get to see that every time?”

The timer goes off and you limp over the desk, “fuck off Suna, consider yourself lucky the two of you got to get off to her”, he says with a smile on his face.

“We know we’re very lucky,” Osamu says chuckling, “ thank you y/n, we’ll definitely win our 3v3 later”

Kenma looks over at you and pulls you close to him. He slips his hand under the sweater and rubs your back, “you did so well baby, I’m surprised you didn’t make a sound”

“Promise I did good? D-does this mean I get to cum later?”

“You really think I’m going to forget why this all happened in the first place? You just came all over me and you’re already thinking about getting stuffed huh” he cradles your face with a faint smile on his face. “You did so well, so we’ll see” and presses a kiss on your lips, “for now, you can stay here for the next while and sit in embarrassment as they continue to tease you about you cumming just from my thigh”

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Changing Room ~ Lee Minho [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

PAIRING: Minhox Idol!Reader 

GENRE: Smut, dom x dom, idol Au, Reader!Idol AU, mentions of blackpink collaboration, spanking, degrading names, pet names, fight for dominance, orgasm denial, edging, squirting, 

A/N: I’m still new to writing for the reader being Dom so I hope that this turns out okay for you!! 

A collaboration with one of the biggest girl kpop groups had been on your list of things to do since forever and now it was finally happening. The screams of fans could be heard all the way in your dressing room which made you a little nervous but nothing you couldn't handle, you'd been an idol for the last four years you were used to going out and performing in front of thousands of people. The door to your changing room opened and there stood Lisa smiling at you as she waited for you to get up and walk with her towards the main stage area. It was the first show of their tour and YG Entertainment decided that they wanted to start the tour off with a big publicity stunt meaning that you and the girls were going to work together and drawer a huge scene to the show. 

"Ready?" Lisa questioned as she looked at you, she could sense how nervous you were about going up onto the stage but she'd seen you perform a million times and she knew that you were going to be perfect. Practising with them had been going perfectly and you were more than ready to make everything as good as it could be and more.

"More than ready," You laughed softly, picking up the black sparkly microphone that the girls had gifted to you and smiled at Lisa who was already linking her arms with yours. All five of you were dressed in all-black outfits, black high waisted shorts with black tops and black thigh-high boots, YG wanted you to look well-presented as one group.

"You remember the choreography?" Rose questioned as she handed you a small bottle of water, walking through the back part of the venue towards the stage where managers were waiting almost as anxiously as you seemed to be.

"It's in my veins," You breathed out as you looked out through a small gap to see how many people were waiting for you all and it was packed. Screaming fans with lightsticks were chanting out the Blackpink fanchant with your name added onto the end, it felt so surreal.

"Someone came to see you," Jennie cooed in your ear as she tickled your sides, turning to look in the direction she was looking you saw Minho standing there, your long-term boyfriend. The two of you had been dating for a while - much to the disapproval of both of your companies - but everything was well hidden and no one besides those on a need-to-know basis knew about the relationship.

"What are you doing here?!" You cried out as you rushed over to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you greeted him with a huge hug. The two of you didn't get to spend a lot of time together so anytime you had was precious to you both. 

"I couldn't let my best girl go up and not let me watch," He chuckled softly as he left a quick kiss on your cheek, pulling away so he could take a look at you. His mouth almost fell open as he finally took in the outfit you were wearing, 

"D-Do you get to keep those boots?" He questioned as he licked his lips, making you groan as you pushed him away playfully. 

"Why? Are they turning you on?" You questioned jokingly only to get Minho nodding which shocked you before you let a smirk reside on your face. 

"Maybe I do," You teased, winking at him playfully before going over to the girls as they got ready to get onto the lifting platform of the stage. 

"Good luck! Knock them dead!" Minho screamed over the stage managers and screaming fans as he watched yo and the girls slowly rise up from the floor and the loud music began to play.

The set for Ddu-du-ddu-du was over and you were taken off the stage, sweating and panting as you made your way over to Minho who was red in the face, blushing from the performance. The whole thing had been kept a secret from him and he had no idea which song was going to be performed nor whose lines you were going to take. 

"Did you enjoy it?" You giggled softly as the stage managers finally left you alone, Minho just grabbed your hand and began dragging you towards your changing room ignoring your questions as to where he was taking you. The whole set had turned him on from seeing you up there and then watching you Perform Jennie's rap which he couldn't help but find sexy. You'd nailed the choreography moving your hips in time to the music, nailing every line and making sure to play up to the sexiness of the theme the girls were going for. 

"Minho?" You questioned as he roughly pushed you against the changing room door, locking it as he began kissing you roughly pulling at the shorts. 

"So needy," You teased as he began kissing down your neck biting and sucking on your skin as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. There was always a power problem in the bedroom with the two of you, he was a dom and you were a switch, always finding yourself in a dominating mood after being on stage. 

"Nuh-uh, I'm the one in control tonight," He told you as he pinned your wrists to the doors roughly biting down on your neck as you tried to push him away. 

"No baby boy, I am." You cooed as you took his face into your hand, running your thumb over his skin as you pushed him down into a sitting position on the sofa. Minho's hands run up your thighs towards your ass but you playfully slapped them away with a smirk on your lips. 

"You're so needy, kissing me like that right after I get off stage...Not even letting me shower first, dirty boy." Minho shook his head as you spoke that way, there was no way he was going to let you be in charge tonight not after watching you perform like that in front of thousands of people. The jealously was too much for him to bear as he thought about everyone that had seen you like this, 

"How about you keep those pretty little boots on and nothing else," He said in a dark tone as he flipped the tables, pinning you down to the sofa while leaving small kisses on your skin as you tried not to let out signs it was affecting you. 

"Where are all those moans? I know how much you love it when I kiss your neck like this." He whispered in your ear, biting down on your lobe a little as he began running his hand down the front of your shorts but you flipped him again. Straddling him as you looked down at him with dark eyes, 

"That's not how it's going to work tonight baby," You ran the palm of your hand over his stomach as you lightly traced your fingertips over his abs.

The two of you continued your power play until all of your clothes were off besides your boots and his boxers, he was glowing a bright red. His back against the back of the sofa while you straddled him, hands either side of his head trapping him against the settee.

"You know you love it when I'm in control," You whispered in his ear as you ground yourself down against his hard cock, you could feel just how hard he was for you through the thin fabric.

"I-I do but it doesn't mean I want that tonight, you deserve a reward for all that hard work," As he said the word hard he pushed his hips up against your core, smirking as he saw your eyes flicker at the pleasure. 

"You know you want me to buried deep inside of you, thrusting so deep you'll cry my name louder than any fans do." He chuckled darkly as he reached his thumb down to begin rubbing your bud in small soft circles, not applying the pressure he knew you so desperately wanted from him. 

"So fucking wet already, such a dirty little slut." He cooed as he kept rubbing, watching your eyes the whole time as you let out breathy whimpers trying to remember what you were doing in the first place but your head was in a fog. A finger was dragged through your folds as he smirked at you, laying you down gently against the sofa as he continued to let his long fingers rub you. 

"So cute how you go from dominating to my little baby in a matter of seconds," He teased as he began to kiss down your body sticking two fingers into you making you arch your back and moan loudly. Cleaning around him already as he kept his fingers deep inside of you,

"Fuck!" You moaned out as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, kissing your clit as he looked up at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

"F-Fuck Minho," You cried out as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, curling them to meet the spot you needed him the most while his tongue licked and sucked on your clit as if it was his last meal. Your head was beginning to cloud over as he continued the movements, picking up the pace of his fingers when he felt you clenching around him. 

"FUCK! Minho please-" You begged as you could feel the tightening in your stomach beginning to become too much for you.

"I-I'm gonna cum," You whimpered as you completely gave into him, giving him the power he'd been wanting. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer with the heel of your boot digging into him. As you were about to ride out your high he completely stopped his actions, ripping his fingers out of you and pulled his mouth away leaving you throbbing and whining. 

"Minho! What the fuck?!" You cried out as you looked at him, his eyes were darkened as he pumped himself in his hand but you hissed at him. Pushing him into a sitting position on the sofa before straddling him once again, 

"Has the little lady been teased too much? So close and yet so- Ugh God," He moaned out as you sank down onto him all of the way, moaning out as you rolled your head back. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you kept yourself down on top of him, whimpering out as your pussy clenched and throbbed around him from the orgasm you had been denied.

"Think it's funny, making a girl almost cum and ripping it away?" You bit down on his neck sucking softly not hard enough to leave a mark, his hands found their way to your hips and he attempted to move you but you kept yourself still. Enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you as he let out small hisses and moans, 

"M-move, don't just sit there." He whispered as he tried to get you to move only for you to slowly lift yourself up so only the tip was inside of you, sinking slowly back down while maintaining eye contact with him. Something you knew drove him over the edge when you were the one in control of things, he bit down on his lip as he let out a small moan. 

"Look at you...Now, who's the needy one?" You questioned as you repeated your actions, moaning out at the slowness of it all.

"F-Faster," He ordered as he looked at you, slapping your ass and grabbing a handful as you looked at him, raising your eyebrow at him. 

"Faster...What?" You held still on top of him and he growled at you, his eyes dark as he stared up at you. 

"Please...P-Please move faster," He begged as he rolled his head back against the sofa, crying out as you began to move your hips up and down faster, scooting against him as you began to moan out in pleasure. Your orgasm building up once again as you continued to move on him, riding him fastly and carefully as you rolled your head back. The sounds of your combined moans filled the room along with the wetness that was connecting you both. 

"Fuck, baby." He whined as he rubbed your breasts in his hand, tugging on your hard nipples as he felt himself getting close each time you clenched around him.

"Oh shit," You dug your nails into his shoulder as you felt the coil tightening again, your eyes rolling back as you felt your orgasm hit you. You continued riding him as your legs twitched and your stomach tightened even more, moaning out his name loudly, 

"A-Agh fuck, Baby I'm gonna-" Before he could finish his sentence you knew he was about to cum so you smirked at him quickly getting off him before he could cum and he stared at you. His cock hitting his abdomen as he let out small whimpers and whines at the cum-denial you had given him. 

"Not nice is it?" You giggled as you looked at him, getting up from the sofa to change only to find yourself being picked up. 

"Minho!" You cried out as he began sucking on your skin, laying you down on the floor. 

"Hands and knees now." There was no soft dom-voice to him, the soft dom you knew was gone and replaced with the hard-dom standing behind you. A slap hit you across the ass as you didn't move fast enough to his liking and he smirked as you whimpered. Getting onto your hands and knees as he had ordered and looked over your shoulder at him, 

"Why- Oh fuck yes!" You screamed out as he thrust into you quickly, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle and get over the overstimulation, all Minho cared about was getting to cum. He began to thrust into you at an animalistic speed, digging his nails into your hips as you let out cries of his name. 

"Minho! Right fucking there!" You cried out as he continued to fuck into you, not slowing down for even a second as he chased after his own orgasm.

"S-Shit shit shit!" You cried out as you felt yourself pulsating around him, another orgasm building up more intensely than the first one. It felt as though your whole body was on fire and as though you were about to burst around him as he continued to thrust into you. 

"You like that? Being used as my little fuck toy?" His rhythm got sloppy and you knew he was close to his release so you nodded, rocking your hips a little. 

"I love it!" You cried out, nails digging into the carpeted floor as you clenched around him more until you could no longer hold it back, 

"Holy shit! I'm cumming!!" You cried out as he bit down on your shoulder, smirking as he felt you clench around him before the floor got wet. 

"Dirty little girl, squirting all over the floor." You were panting and sweating heavily as you noticed Minho's thrusts slow to a stop, he pulled out of you and you whined out. Pouting when you felt his seed slowly drip out of you and hit the floor. Minho lightly tapped your ass before going on the hunt for a towel to clean up with. 

"We should shower before someone comes hunting for you," He told you as you laid on the floor beside the puddle of mess you had both created, you just whined in response to him as he wiped you clean.

"Come on babe," He chuckled as he helped you up from the floor, going over to the small bathroom that was attached to your changing room. 

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[behindyourbarrette]

Star Light, Star Bright

summary: The team goes camping on a long weekend. Turns out, it’s really easy to tell someone how you feel when you’re under a starry night sky. 

pairing: spencer reid/reader

category: fluff, start to finish

warnings/includes: mention of food, a mild burn

work count: 4.1k

a/n: this is my fav thing i’ve written in a HOT SECOND. enjoy! pls reblog if you feel inclined, it helps me out a ton!

check it out on ao3

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You’ve never found chicken pox to be more of a miracle.

In truth, you are a little saddened that Jack’s Boy Scout troop all got sick and their camping trip had to be postponed. This does not change the fact that you’re elated at the opportunity to nab Hotch’s campsite reservation. The team jumped at the chance for a vacation, the promised long weekend only truly promised in places without cell service.

You pick Spencer up early, the first of many people you’ve offered to drive out to the mountains. After tossing a very heavy-sounding duffel bag into your trunk, he clambers into the passenger seat. He strikes you as a little nervous—he won’t quite look at you as you wind your way out of D.C and towards the countryside.

“I’ve never been camping before, actually.” He says it quietly, mid-conversation about Boy Scouts and the safety of camping with children. There’s a 5-mile radius around Quantico where work is the only thing you can really think about. As you turn onto the highway, hands flexing against the wheel, you’re glad to be free of the office.

“Really? Never?”

It makes sense, the longer his sentence sits on your tongue. Vegas isn’t the most hospitable environment to camp in. You make a mental note to thank your parents for raising you on the East Coast, where the forests are frequent and the soil is actually fertile.

“Yeah. I’m not sure, I’m, uh, really suited for it.” You look at him now, the slight sadness in his eyes, and there are a thousand things you’d like to say. Instead, you reach across the center console, squeezing his hand in yours. Before he can say anything, you’ve returned your hand to the wheel, eyes fixed on the horizon. 

---

You’ve lived in Virginia for a few years, but somehow you’ve never found it this breathtaking. You have no idea how you got roped into driving, given that Derek and Emily usually take the wheel, but you’re far from complaining. As you wind through the forest, the canopy of leaves casting a filter of sunshine over the ground, you’re left speechless. The trees part in favor of the dirt road, and you find yourself absorbed in the surplus of green and foliage as you drive.

“There’s over 15,000 acres of this. It’s the largest protected land preserve in the tri-state area.”

You turn your head to watch Spencer murmur, still absorbed in a book. For the first time, you notice that he’s wearing a polo shirt and a beanie that Penelope knit him for Christmas. The whole sight is so...un-Spencer like that you’re torn between finding it endearing and concerning. You gulp down everything you want to tell him, swallowing all of the unidentifiable feelings in your throat.

“I’m excited. I love camping. My dad used to take me here all the time.” He perks up at this, and closes his book. You nod, pursing your lips into a smile. You steal a quick glance at the backseat, where Penelope and Derek have fallen asleep.

“Can you keep a secret?”

You have Spencer’s attention now. He nods so vehemently you laugh, tearing your eyes away from his in favor of focusing on the road.

“I wanted to be a park ranger when I was younger.” You’re only a little embarrassed of this; the jump from environmentalist to federal agent is just laughable enough to warm your cheeks. Spencer’s eyes widen.

“Really? How did you—I mean, when did you decide to be a—actually, I take it back. Hugging trees is beneficial for your health, after all.” He smirks, and you reach out to punch him on the arm. He rubs the spot absently, a grin forming on his face as your blush deepens. You try to portray yourself to the team as someone who’s a little tougher than the little girl who cried when she found out that people litter in National Parks. With Spencer, it’s different. Still, you can’t bank on what he will or won’t tell Derek.

“If you tell anyone, I will kick your ass. Forget it.” You get the sense that you are not going to live this down. To your advantage, it’s Spencer who blushes this time, his cheeks warming a delicate pink.

“I can’t forget it, actually. I have an eidetic—ow!”

---

The campsite is glorious.

Or, as Penelope would put it, rustic. It’s the perfect happy medium between the forest and the lake nearby, with a trail leading to the beach just a few feet from the site. The trees filter out just enough sun so that it’s pleasantly warm out. There’s ample space for a few tents, and a bear locker. You’re seated at a picnic bench with the girls, unloading the food and cooking supplies as the boys attempt to put together tents. From what you can see and hear, it sounds like Derek is muscling his way through it, much to Spencer and Hotch’s chagrin.

“You’re glowing. What’s got you in such a good mood?” Emily nudges you in the side, a sly smile on her face as she screws the propane line into the campstove. You flush, and shrug your shoulders.

“I love camping. I’m just excited to be here with you guys.”

Penelope reaches across the table to hug you. She’s dressed perfectly for the occasion: you don’t think you’ve ever seen bedazzled hiking boots before, but there’s a first time for everything.

“You know, I’m surprised Spence came. He normally skips out on these kinds of things.” JJ looks back at you from the bear locker, where she’s stacking cans of soup and Hotch’s cooler. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, but you look towards Spencer before she can say anything else. He’s managing to put up his tent surprisingly well; he’s only struggling with the final few posts as he stumbles around the uneven ground. You turn back to JJ, shrugging.

“I mean, I think he can appreciate the outdoors. He’s probably read Walden.”

Emily laughs, and you feel as though the conversation has finally let up. JJ has a point, but as soon as you had asked Spencer if he was coming, he had agreed. He doesn’t look particularly out of place, either. Over the course of the past hour, he’s somehow inherited a pair of sunglasses and a red flannel. You look away, pursing your lips.

“Okay, I think we’re done.” Derek calls, waving his arm to catch your attention. There are now five small tents, only a little crinkled and trampled over. Emily nods in approval, nudging one of them with the tip of her boot. It only shakes a little.

“Good job, guys. They look...structurally sound.” Hands on your hips, you bend to inspect the guys’ handiwork. Spencer winces as you tug on a tent’s zipper, and it whines in protest. You shrug, smiling as you straighten.

“We should check out the lake.” Derek gestures to the blue expanse of water in the distance, and Penelope squeals. You hear the sound of metal clinking together, and turn.

It’s Hotch, holding what you assume to be a fishing pole. While this should be very surprising, you can’t come up with anything funny to say. Emily makes a joke about the catch of the day, and Hotch doesn’t laugh.

“Are there canoes involved? I didn’t bring a suit.” JJ asks, arms crossed over her chest. You nod, pointing to the rental shack on the eastern side of the lake.

“You guys ready to get some sun?”

---

“You look cute in hiking boots, princess.” You should not find this as funny as you do. Maybe it’s the fact that Derek definitely had Penelope apply some sort of oil to his biceps while they were in a tent; there’s no way that he just naturally glistens like that. You squint up at him, shrugging your shoulders. While your outfit is a little unorthodox—you remembered to bring a bikini, but forgot water shoes—it’ll work just fine. Spencer enters your peripheral vision, wrinkling his nose in Derek’s direction. You resist the urge to smile at this.

“Spence.”

You get his attention, catching up to him in just a few steps. The beach is pretty, lacking in sand but perfectly cool and sunny. He’s wearing too-big sunglasses and, surprisingly, Bermuda shorts. You trudge along the rocky path, handing him a bottle of sunscreen.

“Come on, I need your help. Sunscreen me.”

He seems shocked, fiddling with the bottle. You turn your back to him, raising your arms as you walk backwards, waiting to hit him before you stop.

“Is sunscreen a verb?” His voice is a little hoarse, and you smirk.

“Would you prefer lotion? Massage?” You tease, and you can practically feel him tense up.

“N-no, I wouldn’t. Hold your hair up.”

You oblige, and it takes everything in you not to sigh as he rubs the cool sunscreen into your back. He has really, really big hands and nimble fingers. Biting your lip, you conjure a mental image of them. You feel a little silly for imagining his hands when he’s right there, but you don’t want him to stop touching you. He coats your skin, movements deft and purposeful. You turn, reaching for the bottle.

“Take off your glasses. Your turn.” You like being a little bossy; he flushes as you reach up to spread the lotion across his cheeks, dabbing gently. He exhales slowly, relaxing into your touch.

“Let’s go. You’re my canoe buddy.”

His mouth falls open in surprise, and an evil part of your brain wonders how it would feel to kiss it. The thought is gone before you can act on it, though, and you wave him towards the shore. He stands still, lingering by the campsite.

“I was going to read on the beach, actually—”

“Nope. Come on! I need a partner.”

—-

The lake is cool, and you make yourself busy by being a very unhelpful canoeing partner. Spencer is rowing surprisingly well, scooping water from below and propelling the boat forward. You, on the other hand, are focused on stretching out in the boat. The sun is deliciously warm on your skin, and the occasional splash of water is heaven to the touch.

“You know, there are two sets of oars. We’d get the most momentum if you rowed, too.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll row. I’m not any good at it, though. That’s why I needed a partner.” You pat him on the shoulder affectionately, reaching for the other oar. The motion tips the canoe forward a little, and panic flashes across Spencer’s face.

“Don’t do that again. I do not want to end up in this lake. Do you know how many bacteria are in most man made lakes? You don’t want to know.”

You are many things, but you are not a quitter. Testing the waters, you lean forward again as you row, a little out of sync with Spencer’s strokes.

“Please don’t capsize,”

Hotch calls out from the shore, and Spencer shoots you a look as if to say listen. You shrug, continuing to row and occasionally shifting your weight. The look on his face is worth it.

“You know how to swim, right?”

You ask, voice low and as inconspicuous as you can manage. This backfires—Spencer turns around to shake his head, unbalancing the boat. He lets go of his oar, tightening the strap on his life vest. You cling to the sides, laughing as you try to steady the canoe.

“Not funny. You know, boating related accidents are incredibly common.”

His voice drifts off as Derek and Emily’s boat passes by. Their sportsmanship is admirable; they’re working as a perfect unit, quickly propelling their canoe forward with quick rowing and a lot of effort.

Spencer is scolding you half-heartedly when you get caught in their wake. You couldn’t have steadied the boat if you tried; and before you can react the canoe is upside down and you’re cast into the cool blue.

“I’m going to contract a brain-eating amoeba.”

Spencer coughs, bobbing to the surface. You emerge a few moments later, laughing, and reach for him.

“Worth it. You have plenty of brains to be eaten, genius.”

You watch him try to contain his smile the entire way to the shore.

---

You’re drying off as the sun sets, splashes of pink and purple coating the sky. It’s incredible; over the lake you can see the entire expanse of fields and forest, laid out like a painting.

“You guys brought food, right?”

Emily calls out from the picnic bench. She’s toweling off, sunglasses in her hair as she jokes with Morgan. You nod, turning back to Spencer.

He’s thoroughly drenched. You feel a little guilty for tipping the boat over; he’s spent a decent amount of time wringing out his clothes, and as night falls a chill builds in the air. After pulling a jacket on, you toss him a towel.

“That was fun.”

Your eyes widen a little, genuine surprise lodging itself in your throat. He takes in the look on your face, smiling lightly.

“Better than reading on the beach?” You offer, but this is too good to be true.

“Marginally.”

You frown, suppressing a smirk as you catch the scent of propane drifting through the air. You both head in the direction of the camp stove, where Hotch is fiddling with the gas tank.

“That looks...unsafe.” Spencer mutters, brow furrowed.

Hotch shoots him a look, and you both back off in favor of finding Morgan and Garcia, who are attempting to start a bonfire.

You don’t expect this to happen.

Spencer is arguably your best friend. He’s been there for you through thick and thin. For better or for worse, you’ve had each other. This trip was supposed to be unifying, and a small part of you had even hoped that maybe, just maybe, it’d give you the bravery to say what you’ve been thinking for a while.

“I cannot believe you intentionally burn your marshmallows.”

Spencer is looking at you like you’ve committed a crime; you are very familiar with this expression, but being on the receiving end of it is new. Thankfully, you’re ready to defend your stance to near-death. A somewhat maniacal grin on your face, you stab another marshmallow onto a skewer and shove it directly into the fire.

“I’m with Pretty Boy on this one. That’s just cruel. It doesn’t even heat it all the way through.” You scowl in Derek’s direction, turning back to your now on-fire marshmallow. You pull it out of the flame, watching it sear as the group murmurs in distaste. It only took three hours to start a fire, and by that time Emily had managed to heat a can of soup on the campstove. Spirits were relatively high, all things considered.

You watch in wonder as the marshmallow curves, melting just how you like it. Before you can stop it, it falls straight down onto your leg.

“Shit. That’s like, on fire.”

You say, your voice rising in pitch and volume as it becomes increasingly clear that not only is the marshmallow very, very hot but it is not coming off. The group springs into unsure action, voices loud and panicked as you push away from both your chair and the fire. The physics of melting sugar be damned, Derek manages to scrape it off with his skewer, and you’re left with a very attractive hole in your pants and a patch of tender skin.

“How do you love camping?” JJ asks, eyes wide as she watches you brush yourself off. Stabbing another marshmallow onto your skewer, you shrug.

“It’s all part of the fun.”

This time, you don’t set your marshmallow on fire. You mimic Spencer, who is carefully rotating his marshmallow. There has to be a system for what he’s doing; he’s laser-focused on the fire, his entire face lit up by the flickering red and orange light. You lean in, and before long you fall into a rhythm of roasting a marshmallow to golden-brown perfection, then pressing it into a graham cracker. Emily is incredible at assembling s’mores, and by time the fire is just a few crackling embers everyone has a little chocolate smeared over their faces.

“I’m really glad we did this.” JJ’s voice is just above a whisper. She’s leaning against Emily, the two of them sharing a blanket as the fire slowly fades. Hotch nods sagely, a rare smile on his face.

“It’s nice. A break. Some fresh air. Trees.” You gesture to the forest around you, unable to contain a sheepish grin. When you look to your right, Spencer’s smiling too. Penelope squeezes your hand. As you watch the last log burn into ash, you wonder how you got so lucky.

---

Later, everyone is too tired to stargaze.

This fact wounds you deeply. Stargazing is your favorite part of camping; there is absolutely nothing that parallels the experience of driving away from the city and looking up into the constellations. To your dismay, everyone is in their tents by the time it’s dark enough to see the winks of light overhead.

You begrudgingly get ready for bed; stepping around the campsite, it’s clear to see that everyone has mostly turned in for the night. Derek and Penelope’s tent is dark. Emily, Hotch, and JJ are all snoring at varying volumes. Spencer’s light is on; you can see his shadow, leaning over to peer at a book. You brush your teeth, swatting bugs away as you stumble towards your tent.

You manage to spend thirty minutes in your tent before you lose your patience. This entire camping trip has been a dream; no work, no cell service, and the people you care about. You’ll be damned if you let it pass you by without checking absolutely everything off your list. You step, a little wobbly, towards the front of your tent. You tug the zipper open, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

On shaking legs, you tug your hiking boots on, the evening cold nipping at your ankles. Despite your attempts to lessen the noise, you watch Spencer’s shadow waver.

“Spence!” You stage-whisper, praying to every deity you can think of that he’s awake and the rest of the team isn’t. To your immediate relief, you watch him tug the zipper of his tent down and emerge, swatting at a few lingering mosquitoes. He looks a little cold; his cheeks are pink and he’s rubbing at his arms. The sight of him in a hoodie and flannel pajama pants is more endearing than you’d expect, and you exhale to clear your head.

“What’s going on?”

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and you point to the sky. He takes a cursory glance up, and you watch his jaw fall slack as he takes in the starry skies.

“Come on. We can see better from over there.”

You wave him towards the beach. You know exactly where you’re headed; while you’ve never camped in this specific spot, you know how to reach your favorite place to stargaze. Spencer looks at you with something between curiosity and admiration as you lead the way with a flashlight. The forest is still awake and responsive at this hour, crickets chirping and leaves rustling as you step through the greenery.

You find it quickly; the boardwalk is unmistakable. It’s a field, like the ones you’ve been surrounded by all day. Spencer identifies the leaves as rhubarb plants as you step onto the wooden pathway. While any field would work, this one is ideal; the sky opens up as far as the eye can see, the trees parting to admire the world above.

“Here.” You turn off your flashlight, allowing your eyes to adjust to the low, blue moonlight. Spencer follows you as you crouch, laying with your back to the boardwalk. This is what you came for.

“Oh my God.” Your face splits into a grin once you hear Spencer’s voice, low and gravelly against your ear. The sky above is endless; all you can see is the expanse of the stratosphere, stars bright and darkness vast over your heads. You tear up a little; you always do. It feels like the universe is leaning down to meet you in the middle, pressing its face to yours.

“Tell me what you see. I know that you know what we’re looking at.”

You scoot a little closer, trying to absorb a little of his warmth. Eyes still fixed on the sky, Spencer begins.

“There’s so little light pollution. I...I’ve never seen this many stars at once.” His eyes narrow a little, and you watch as he absorbs the world above him.

“That’s Orion.” He points to a collection of stars to your left, a few brighter than the others.

“Those three in a row, that’s his belt. You might be able to see his bow, too, to the right.

The brightest one is six hundred and forty light years away. Betelgeuse.” His voice has dropped to a whisper, and you follow his every word. You can see the warrior above you, the stars winking at you as Spencer describes them.

You fall quiet after a few minutes, and the only sound is that of your slow, synced breaths. You feel as though Spencer has peeled the sky open and revealed it to you; with him, you can see another world entirely.

“We’re looking into the past right now.”

You turn to look at him, a laugh ready to bubble past your lips. You look back up at the sky, where he’s pointed to the Big Dipper.

“That’s Dubhe. We’re seeing light from before we were born.”

You nod, a tear sliding down your cheek and cooling before it reaches your nose. There is so much you would like to tell him before you are both light, visible in this moment from somewhere far away.

As you stare up into the starscape, you gasp. There’s a shooting star, dragging across the Pleiades and heading towards the western skies.

“Make a wish,” You breathe. Before you lose your nerve, you reach out to Spencer, lacing your fingers together. Turning your head, you watch as he grins up at the sky. His features are softer when drenched in moonlight; the slope of his nose, the arch of his cheekbones, the line of his jaw all bathed in a dreamy quality.

After the shooting star winks out, trailing across the dark and blinking into nothing, the silence feels heavier.

“What did you wish for?”

You’re sure that he can hear your heartbeat. The steady thrum of your heart against your ribcage is a drum, urging you forward. You watch his brow knit in consideration, before his gaze finally meets yours. His eyes are more hazel than you’ve ever noticed, each fleck of gold striking you as a star.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

His voice is soft, laced with something solemn beneath the surface. You nod, stealing a glance at the sky before you swallow your fear.

"I wished for you." You say quietly.

You don’t know who moves first, only that there’s a brief shuffle before you’re holding each other. He reaches to cradle your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, before finally reaching your lips. Your hands ghost over his jaw, trailing down his neck as he laces his fingers into your hair. You can’t quite breathe, nor think, only repeat a simple refrain over and over, a prayer passing over your lips and into the dark.

Spencer.

---

The sun rises lazily, pink and orange brushstrokes against a blue sky. You’re awake early—to put it lightly, Spencer’s tent is cramped—and it feels good to breathe in the morning air. The team is still asleep, a few yards away as you stretch and take in the cool dawn.

You think maybe, this is all a dream. You’re not sure how else this would exist, so perfectly and wholly true. The universe is a benevolent thing, after all. There is no other explanation for Spencer Reid, the man the world got right.

“You have pancake batter in your hair,” You say, a little mournfully but still laughing. Still layered in jackets and hats, you feel as though you’re being warmed from the inside out. Spencer’s eyes widen, and he reaches up with a batter-covered hand to feel his hair. You laugh again, a little too loudly this time, and he shushes you between chuckles.

The campstove is quiet, the gas running blue as Spencer flips a pancake over. You neglected to tell him that folding the pancake mix in slowly would prevent...explosions. If you had warned him, you wouldn’t have the chance to kiss the flour off of his face, smiling against his cheeks. With a mittened hand, you brush the powder off of his eyelashes.

“Chocolate chips, right?”

You smile, nodding. He remembers how you like your pancakes. Turning away from him, you rifle through a storage bin for something you packed.

“Are you looking for syrup? It’s over here.” He calls, his voice soft against the hushed sounds of morning. The birds have begun to chirp, calling to each other in alternating duets. You shake your head, and present him with a contraption.

His eyes light up, and he looks at you with something a little wild and entirely resembling devotion. You reveal with your other hand a bag of coffee grounds from the coffee shop near your house, grinning up at him.

“I can’t believe you brought me a French press.”

You grin, turning your face as your cheeks burn. Maybe you had hoped this would happen, in slightly different words. After you both tuck into your pancakes, leaning over a plate on the same side of a picnic bench, you watch the sunrise. A bundle of puffy jackets and intertwined hands, you press your back into Spencer’s embrace.

As you watch the moon recede into the horizon, you hope that your past is standing hand and hand, gazing at you fondly.