#i feel like im forgetting something so feel free to chime in

[beloveds-embrace]

I’m not sure if you’re taking anymore requests but can you do poly141 who finds a small fairy reader? Mystical reader so little she fits in their hands?

Tiny baby reader… yes. Fair warning i wrote this while sleepy and tired and i completely forgot to add in when reader learns their name 😭 sorry for any more mistakes!

The forest was unusually quiet, blanketed in mist that made every breath feel cool and crisp. It was the kind of morning that seemed unremarkable, easy to forget. They walked carefully along the narrow path, hunting gear packed away in favor of simple jackets and quiet conversation. Retirement had given them, once a formidable task force, the luxury of slow days, but old habits died hard; their senses remained keen, always searching for any change in the air.

And that’s when they saw it- a flicker of light, faint and trembling, deep within a thicket. It could have been a trick of the morning sun, but they hadn’t survived as long as they have by chalking up everything strange, unusual think to happenstance.

“Careful.” John murmured, voice low and commanding. They nodded, pushing through the brush with quiet purpose and carefulness, until the glimmer came into focus.

There, tangled in a web of thin brambles, was something neither war nor time had ever prepared them for- a tiny, shimmering, actually-real fairy, no larger than the palm of a hand. Your wings, gossamer-thin and glowing with iridescent light, fluttered weakly as you tried to free you. You turned your head, eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and exhaustion, and they all felt their breath catch.

Soap was the first to recover. “Bloody hell,” he whispered, his voice tinged with awe. He took a cautious step forward, hands up as if approaching a skittish animal. He couldn’t believe his eyes, but you are real. You are actually real. “Hey now, it’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt ya.”

The fairy- you -watched him warily, but there was a flicker of hope in your gaze. Gaz crouched next to Johnny, brows furrowed. “We need to get her out of there,” he said, his voice gentle. “Quickly.”

Johnny nodded, already reaching into his pack for a small knife. “Don’t move, all right, wee one? We’ll get you free.” He kept his movements slow, mindful of how fragile you seemed. With careful precision, he began cutting away the brambles, each snip bringing a little more freedom and a little more light. Price and Ghost kept watch over them, cautious still but not really that worried considering your size.

When you were finally free, you collapsed, too weak to stay upright. Gaz caught you, cradling you in his hands as if you were made of glass. “You’re safe now.” he murmured, his eyes soft. He could feel the faint warmth of your glow against his skin, like holding a tiny ember. More proof that you are real, even if it seemed so impossible.

Your wings twitched, and with a shaky breath, you looked up at them. “Thank…you,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a sweet chime in the wind.

“You are talking,” Soap breathed, a childlike wonder lighting up his face. “You talk.” It makes you giggle just a little, if you are honest with yourself. Your wings attempt to flutter behind you, but they are not Quite Right. You shift on your feet, visibly unsure now.

John stepped closer, his gaze warm but measured, and bent down so his face was at the same level as your body. “Easy there. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” His thumb, calloused from years of wielding weapons, gently brushed a stray leaf from your hair. He had to be extra careful, extra slow so as to not alarm you, and then holds his hand out for you to step into. “Your wings aren’t moving right, are they? We can help you.”

You shake your head slowly to his first question, looking away from his eyes. You’d never really approached humans before… always too big and scary, but there four were nice, at the very least. You and your unique magic couldn’t sense anything particularly bad from them, so that’s why you hadn’t immediately tried to fly far, far away from them.

You lean into John’s touch, sitting down and holding onto his thumbs for stability. You do know out of all of them, you still haven’t heard the masked one speak, just felt him bore his gaze at you, but you don’t care. “Where… are we going?” You ask instead.

“Near our cottage,” Price said, voice low and soothing. “Not far. We can bring you there, get you warm and fed, and you can let your wings rest there.”

You nodded slowly, exhaustion overcoming you. John held you close while they comtinued walking back. As you rested, your glow dimmed to a soft warmth that seeped into his palms and made them glow, a quiet reminder of your presence. The journey back was filled with silent glances- each man marveling at the fact that something so otherworldly, so impossibly delicate, had chosen to trust them.

When they arrived at the cottage, Soap carefully laid out a small, soft cloth on the table, creating a makeshift bed for you to rest one while Kyle thought you’d enjoy having a different option, so he placed a leafy pot nearby for yoh. Ghost silently set a thimble of water nearby while John stirred a pot on the stove, filling the room with a comforting aroma. You drank slowly, savoring every drop and feeling strength return to your body, to your wings.

“Better?” Ghost asked you at last, voice low, his eyes never leaving you. You nodded, a grateful smile breaking across your face despite the hints of fear caused by his mask. You didn’t see it, but there was a collective untensing of shoulders, worry lessening.

Over the next few hours, you spoke in halting words, telling them of the storm that had torn through the woods and separated you from your kin. They listened with full attention, not interrupting you. Kyle even offered you a finger to lean on when you shivered a little, reminded of the pain while you recounted your tale. But after that, you continue your rest, now the one asking them questions and learning who they are.

By evening, you were still nestled in the soft, makeshift bed near the fire, your wings catching the flickering light. As you drifted into a peaceful sleep, your light grew stronger- very content in your warm spot, and feeling safe and secure from wild animals and the weather outside. Occasionally, you feel different hands and fingers brush across your head, and each time it makes you let out a happy squeak, uncaring for the conversations happening in the background.

You wonder if they’d let you stay with them…

[columboscreens]

argh columbo being so close to crying at the end of forgotten lady is TANTALIZING... do you know, does falk cry at all over the course of the series? or in any of his other stuff, for the record

god i know, right? he actually does shed one tiny, teary rivulet from his left eye in rip mrs columbo

nobody can see ur tearz in the rain~*~

i'm trying to remember another time he actually cries in columbo, but for the life of me i can't. there are times where he's beside himself, like the beginning of etude in black, where he begins to piece together the victim's personhood and mourns the "flattening" that inevitably occurs in the sterility of the police description:

and even moreso at the end of playback, where columbo realizes that beautiful sweetheart gena rowlands, sitting there crying in her wheelchair, is going to have to carry on alone after her abusive husband murdered her mother

and of course, as you mentioned, the ending of forgotten lady. there's nothing quite like watching our in-universe analogues for fred astaire and ginger rogers have their real-life movie moment in light of grace's diagnosis and watching columbo actively choking back tears.

lay down. try not to cry. cry a lot

in terms of peter falk's other stuff, i havent seen his entire filmography, but there are a few films of his where he gets very emotional:

a storm in summer

perilous times (could be tearing up from all that eyeliner)

and an episode of dr. kildare (which i highly recommend watching if you can find it; really solid acting work from peter)

(many thanks to @aswell84 for the gifs and help in pinpointing a teary eye!)

[liesmyth]

how is the 2nd world war thought in italia? like, from what i know the germans put a lot of effort into not forgetting it, while the japanese like to pretend it didnt happen, so im just wondering.

Ohhh actually mmm. I think in the aftermath there was a somewhat sincere effort to reckon with it and it's generally thought of as an embarrassing chapter of our history. But it's tied into the public memory of fascism in general which makes it more complicated. I think if you ask a right-wing sympathiser, they'll tell you it was a shame that Mussolini tripped and fell and accidentally allied with Hitler :/ completely ignoring the dictatorship & racial laws & antidemocratic escalation and the fucking colonialism leading up to 1940. If you ask a centre-leftie, they'll act like it was in fact a terribly awful move that shouldn't have happened BUT they will most likely "just" blame it on Mussolini and not really acknowledge the fact that fascists didn't disappear after 1946.

tldr we agree that it's Bad. many people also act like it's something that happened TO the country instead of "was carried out by." Considering how fucking fascism nostalgic our current government is, and how people who are old enough to remember WW2 are now mostly dead, I feel like it's losing its importance as a historical moment compared to what I remember when I was a kid.

Italian pals feel free to chime in!

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Hi !!! First I wanna say that I love the aesthetic of ur account it’s so pretty and nicely put together I’m obsessed. Second, I was wondering if I could request something for a Legolas x half elf reader where the reader is very like, unladylike, and doesn’t follow elven traditions ?? Like she’s very brash, flirts with lots of people, drinks a lot, doesn’t really have any of that elegance or poise that he’s used to when it comes to eleven girls and is a extremely good fighter. She’s a trusted friend of Gandalf and he brings her to the council of Elrond and she joins the fellowship and all dat.

Ok I’m done sorry if that’s too detailed feel free to not write it if you don’t want to, don’t want you to feel pressured to jus cause I asked 😅

i think you are beautiful

navigation | warnings : gimlis a little bitch, a little bit of angst? a little bit of gimli/dwarf slander😭 | a/n : if this isn’t what you want then i’m sorry😭, also of the elvish is wrong PLEASE LMK i literally used an sindarin, i kind of forgot about the flirty part and half elf part, but it’s mentioned a little bit, i asp used british slang for ‘hello’ IM BRITISH | lotr masterlist | tags : @knight-of-flowerss @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

Legolas hadn't expected to see you at Elrond's secret meeting.

He didn't even know you knew Gandalf. Well, he didn't know much about you at all really. Of course, Legolas has seen you before, with the adventures he went on with Aragorn and what not, he was hardly ever seen around Lothlórien, and he was sure you were too.

But when you entered the circle of middle-earth creatures with your eccentric aura and manly stance, he thought of you intriguing.

"Another bloody elf?!" Gimli explained in disgust.

Legolas turned to the dwarf seated beside him, opening his mouth ready to throw a remark back when you interrupted.

"Well you are in the Rivendell, dwarf. If you are willing to help with the destruction of the ring, you must watch your tongue, before I cut it out." You threw him a smirk, and watched as Gimli shrunk back in his seat.

"Y/n! I've been expecting you for quite some time." Gandalf made his way over and enveloped you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

"You did show up in the middle of nowhere when I was trying to fish, you owe me a pint, don't forget."

You patted his back and made you way over to an empty chair, which was ironically beside Legolas.

"Oreyt there Legolas?" You patted his shoulder and look towards Elrond. "Let's get on with it then!"

It had been about a week since you and the fellowship had attended Elrond's secret council meeting, and since then, you hadn't really bonded with anyone like everyone else had, though you thoroughly enjoyed flirting.

You knew Aragorn already had his heart set on Arwen, Gimli couldn't stand you (you found it funny to rile him up).

Legolas was your favourite to tease.

He wasn't used to your heavy drinking, swordsmanship, the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight...

You weren't at all what he had thought.

You had a kind heart. And your beauty went beyond those of the other elven women.

And Gimli made sure to point out that you were different.

"Are you sure you're not a man?"

You turned around to look at him, holding back a frown.

"Wait, you're not a man?" Pippin chimed in, finally causing the frown to appear and you started to walk ahead of Gandalf. "Did I say something wrong?"

Nearly an hour later, you all had found a place to rest, yet you didn't talk throughout the whole way through.

Legolas and Aragorn were relieving themselves of their weapons when Legolas peered over at you who stood in the far corner away from everyone else, but near enough for you to hear him insult Gimli.

"I norn na- an imbecile." He placed his arrows next to his bow and Aragorn turned to look at him.

"Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli? Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?" Aragorn questioned him.

"-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!"

Gimli looked up at Boromir who wasn't paying any mind to the rather loud conversation they were having.

"What are the elf and the man speaking about?"

Boromir just shrugged. "I don't know, I don't speak Sindarin.

You, having understood their conversation, smiled a little to yourself, happy that at least someone here would defend you.

You sat quietly beside a lake, inspecting the flora surrounding you, when you heard footsteps.

You swung your body round, placing your hand on the blade strapped to your leg.

The sound revealed itself to be Legolas. "There you are, Gandalf sent me to make sure you weren't missing."

You nodded and motioned him to sit next to you.

"You were being rather loud with Aragorn earlier." You chuckled as you watched a red tint spread across Legolas' cheeks. "Thank you."

Legolas nodded in acknowledgment and he was about to stand up when you grabbed ahold of his hand.

Your hand was rough, no doubt from the countless weapons you have wielded or practised with.

"Legolas, do you think I'm pretty?"

He was taken aback by your sudden question.

Since you were little you had struggled with femininity. Your hobbies were 'un-ladylike', your looks were considered to be 'manly'.

The silence was too loud, too long. So you took that as a no.

"I think you are beautiful. And I think you're too good for anyone here." He sat back down next to you. "Not only are your combat skills exceptional, but the way you carry yourself outshines any of the elvish women. They can't compete."

You moved closer, until your pinky was touching his.

"I may not know you that well, I've hardly ever seen you around Rivendell or any of the elven parts for that matter, and quite frankly, I couldn't care less if you were half elf, or half dwarf, or half whatever. I've still admired you from afar-"

You shut him up with a quick kiss to his lips.

Aragorn watched further away from the bushes, shaking his head with a grin, then going to tell Gandalf that you were safe.

"Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too."

ELVISH TRANSLATION

‘I norn na- an imbecile’ - the dwarf is an imbecile

‘Whui ceri- cin eithad Gimli?’ - why do you insult Gimli?

‘Does ha gar- something na ceri- with ui/n?’ - does it have something to do with Y/n?

‘-o iór ha does! How berth- ho ask hen such a nad! At least with ammen galadrim mín know what mín are!’ - of course it does! how dare he ask her such a thing! at least with us elves we know what we are!

‘Im like cin verui limb legolas, a im gar- admired cin o palan too’ - i like you very much legolas, and i have admired you from afar too

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

please call me butters tw: rape mention, self doubt, self gaslighting? basically i have a hard time believing that i might have trauma. i feel like i'm forcing myself to feel that way. i'm not exactly sure how to put this into words so please bear with me on the confusing wording. today there was a mention of rape in my lecture & i instantly felt that i need to make myself uncomfortable & purposely bring up memories of my experience just because rape was mentioned and i was sa'd & just so i can feel sorry for myself. it doesn't feel like a natural reaction to be and i'm just somehow trying to convince myself that im somehow affected when there's a possibility i was never traumatized. i'm not sure how else i'm supposed to explain it.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear what happened to you and what you've been experiencing. It sounds like you may be dealing with a combination of rumination and self-triggering.

I relate to this so I'd like to share my experience and see if any of it resonates with you. For me, there's a part of myself who holds trauma from gaslighting and so to overcompensate, any reminder no matter how vaguely related compels me to think about my trauma. It's hard to shift gears out of it because when I try to do so, that part makes me feel like I am no better than those who have gaslit me and that I must "pay respects" to my traumatized child self. When I'm stuck in this sort of perpetual funeral, it's easy to trigger myself.

While for me the main reason is to pay respects to my child self, there are other reasons why people ruminate as well. In my expose, I wrote:

Part of it was to just try and make sense of it all, analyze it down to the finest detail, try to find a motive in the fabric of his shirt or the greed in his eyes. Trying to find myself. Trying to regress. Trying to give her justice by never forgetting what he did to her. Trying to mourn myself in a perpetual funeral. Trying to just hurt myself. Trying to overcome my triggers by constantly confronting them in hopes that one day I’ll just be numb, as if it’s a victory to be numb. Trying to prove to my inner gaslighter that it really was that bad, only to destroy my mental health in the process.

Because this is something I'm actively dealing with, I unfortunately don't really have any solutions for you. But I hope that explaining my experience with rumination and self-triggering can help shed some insight into what you're going through.

If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist can help you explore both your trauma and how you cope with it, and guide you along your healing journey. If anyone would like to chime in with their experiences, or if they have any suggestions for managing this, please feel free to do so. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[rightxonxmain-archived]

smolcuriouskitten:

Onyx being well rested from her nap, started her routine and finished with good time. She had to be discreet with her way of dressing so she wore normal street clothes and changed outside to not raise suspicion. Kissing Brian goodbye and shooting a glare at the little blue guy, she went to a telephone pole nearby where she called her client.

They gave her instructions and told her about the job which she gave a code word as confirmation. Hanging up, she snaps her fingers to change into her work uniform, an all black bodysuit with flats and her hair in a tight braid. No jewelry or heels, she couldnt risk getting grabbed or being heard. Before she carries out the job, she likes to observe the victims to try and figure out the best approach.

Her target was a local crooked politician. He was one of the cases that was difficult to tell when he wasnt hated by everyone. She doesnt care about that, all she cares about is the money and the job getting done. She didnt feel like being bothered with an angry client. Scaling a building using her magic, she hears a familiar voice nearby, hiding in the shadows to not be seen in the dim light. Her heart stopped when she seen Brian, getting frisked and kissed and gropped by a woman.

She wanted to step in, she wanted to kill the woman and make it painful, something she was an expert at if the moment called for it. As much as she wanted to go cry in a corner and not come out of it, she still had a job to do, swallow the tears for now. You cant risk blowing your cover. As much as she wanted to make this a moment she can forget, she knew she had to talk to Roxie before doing anything. If she didnt, Brian would be 6 feet under and Alymer would be an afterthought. So begrudgingly, she took a picture with a camera and put it away. Hopefully by then it would process after all the time that would pass.

Her anger was shown blantantly in the kill she did. Her work was sloppy and she used the victim to take out all of her anger for the moment even if that was boiling over. When the job was done, she calls the client from a phone in the room, politicians have several phones, sleezebags. They exchange the code word and leave each other where they are, not bothering to clean up the body. The client wanted to send a statement to their local government so she was instructed to leave it there and make a mess so to speak. She was grateful given how pissed she was.

'Dont you dare go home. Come to furballs house first.' Roxie's voice rang in her head as she left the building, her bodysuit and face covered in blood. She wanted to ignore her sister, tell her to fuck off, and finish Brian off herself for breaking her heart and trust. The very thought of seeing his face made her violent but Roxie kept chiming in. 'Dont you dare! Bring your ass here!' 'If you do something stupid, Im not helping you!' A loud and annoyed groan left her lips as she snapped her fingers to teleport to Rockelle's house.

The house was in good condition but it was the place where she moved to in order to get away from the thought of her abusive ex. She hasnt left her house in over 50 years and Roxie had free reign, being able to roam freely and cause her more pain without consequence. Things were good for her sister, no matter how much she hated the treatment of Rockelle. She didnt care for the woman much but she knew how it felt to be abused and teased relentlessly after. She knew she hated it just as much as she did back in assassin school.

Roxie opened the door before she could even knock and Onyx silently looks at her. "You look like shit. I felt your aura jump. Are you- WOAH-" Roxie starts then was firmly grabbed and sobbed on, Onyx's cries filling the air while Roxie cringes. "Hey hey you are getting blood all over me! What happened?! Are you okay?!" She asks and Onyx could only speak in cryish (a form of crying gibberish) and hand gestures. While Rockelle lived in a secluded area, she knew someone would hear her sisters wail of a cry. "Okay okay lets get you inside, shh shh." Roxie practically yanks her in and sits her down on the couch.

Rockelle promptly glares at Roxie for getting blood on her couch. "Hey, I will clean it later, let me help my sister first." Roxie barks and Rockelle waves her hand, going back to cooking herself food. "Onyx, look at me. Take a deep breath okay?" She demonstrates and Onyx follows, albiet shakily and sniffs, tears running down her face. "Now can you tell me what happened? I havent seen you cry at all since...'47! You never show anything! What made you-" Roxie began to ramble and Onyx shows the picture. It fully processed by now and Onyx began to wail again, shaking and sobbing.

"Dont tell me you seen another dead animal on the...side...walk." Roxie looked over the picture and her heart dropped, understanding why her sister was so unconsolable. It was Brian getting sucked off, in a dirty alley by some woman that wasnt her sister. Now you would think Roxie would console her, tell her everything will be okay, but Roxie wasnt normal. The woman began to laugh, a loud belly laugh filled the air and Onyx stopped crying briefly to look at her, Rockelle poking her head out of the kitchen to see what the laughter was about.

"What...in the fuck is so funny about that?" Onyx asks amist her tears and Roxie wiped the tears away, snorting. "Your boyfriend is so much of a loser he couldnt even get a hotel room to cheat in! Oh thats ri-" She began to tease until Onyx pointed a gun at her which clammed her up quickly. Rockelle quickly ducked in fear of a shot ringing out. "Dont you EVER laugh at my misfortune. Theres not jack shit funny about this." Onyx said as the gun was taken off safety which Roxie lowers it, looking at her sister with a deadpanned expression. "Im not laughing at you dumbass. Im laughing at him for being that stupid. Cheating on you? Then doing it in public? He must have clearly been out of it! You didnt kill him though did you? Besides, you dont have any bullets left, you are getting sloppy sis." And with that, Roxie snatches the gun and throws it across the room.

"Shut up, I wanted to scare you." Onyx said, her expression going back to sad, tears still rolling down her face. "No. No I didnt kill him. I came here you idiot. Now are you going to help me or not?!" The woman asked, still upset about the revelation of her beloved cheating. "Pump the breaks spazoid. Im saying your boyfriend is so much a loser, him getting you was a miracle. You really think he would just cheat like that, risking you seeing it on one of your 'walks?' Better yet, did he even show signs of wanting to cheat? This isnt exactly something that would 'come out of nowhere' if he never leaves the house." Roxie explained which made Onyx even more upset. "How dare you discredit what I seen?! The evidence is there and Im a former sex worker! What if-" She starts and Roxie shakes her head. "No, if he went in with intention to cheat, you would have known it. You have intuition of a damn hawk and you would have seen it before it ever happened. What did you do before you left today?"

"We...We cuddled. And he talked about a future with me." Onyx replied and Rockelle thought about it for a moment. "Can..Can I see that picture really quick?" She chimes in and Roxie scowls. "No you fucking idiot! What do you-" She starts and Onyx points a knife at her which shuts her up, handing the picture over silently. "I dont care what happens in this house when Im not here but you wont make fun of her in front of me. She can see it, its fine." Onyx corrects and Roxie growls as Onyx puts the knife away.

"As I was saying, I dont think he just cheated to cheat. Even IF a woman convinced him to, it doesnt seem likely. He fumbled and was a huge zeeko! You cannot tell me he wouldnt just nervously talk and-" Roxie continued then Rockelle chimes in. "Um...May I ask an intimate question Onyx?" Which makes Roxie reach to grab one of Onyx's knives but the woman stops her by grabbing her wrist with a vice grip making her squeal. "Go for it." Onyx responds and Rockelle slowly brought the picture closer, showing a sleeve of blue in the womans mouth. "Is...Is Brians dick blue?" Rockelle asks timidly and Roxie snatches the picture with a free hand. "Your meds must not be working! You have GOT to he joking, theres no way in hell his dick is-" A pause. "Oh shit it is blue." Roxie said and Onyx takes the picture away, releasing her sisters wrist, taking a closer look at the picture.

It was blue. His dick was blue. Onyx silently got up and felt her blood boiling over even more this time. Both Rockelle and Roxie immediately cowered away, knowing when Onyx is silent, shes a very deadly woman. "Um...sis...Did you-" Roxie starts and Onyx looked over at them both with red eyes, making them flinch. "You shouldnt go out covered in blood...It might scare someone." Rockelle chimes in, which Onyx snaps her fingers, changing her outfit and getting the blood off of her face and body. With the picture in hand, she walks out of the door, the two women left to wonder who was the unlucky bastard who caused this.

Onyx arrived home, not acknowledging a crying Brian on the couch. The picture she had, dropped from her clenched fist onto the coffee table, nearby Brian. Her gaze was stoic and icy, red as the blood she wished to rip from Alymer by hand. This behavior was odd considering she would always speak to Brain but her focus was elsewhere. Without hesitation, she kicks in the formally shut bathroom door, knocking it off the hinges, grabbed the blue turd, firmly enough to hold him in place but not enough to hurt him.

"You have only one chance and one chance only to tell me what the fuck you did tonight. If you lie, I will kill you and throw you to the birds do you FUCKING HEAR ME?!" Onyx screamed. This is terrifying for many reasons. Onyx doesnt show emotion so when she does, its scarier. She doesnt raise her voice, no matter how her expression is, always speaking at one tone. She was very docile with Brian, her violent nature never seeping through the cracks despite her career choice. So this would hopefully send a message to Alymer with how pissed he was.

In the back of her head, she risked Brian going through withdrawals. Hurting in a way she could never fully fix and potentially fucking over their relationship. She knew Brian would find out the monster she is in more ways than one, she knew Brian would even fear her after this moment. Her anger was so apparent and strong at this time, she put it aside to selfishly end this little worm. Her intuition was right all of this time about him. How he was using her boyfriend to do devious things such as cheat on her.

How did she not catch it before? Did she miss his heart rate when she said certain things? Did she miss the lipstick on his collar when she did his laundry? Did she miss the way women would look at him out in public? Did she miss any signs that SCREAMED he was doing this? This revelation made her even angrier, her grip tightening just enough to bruise him but not enough to kill him. She wanted this blue fucker to suffer.

She knew she shouldnt have trusted this. She should have known it would be a trick. She should have known it was too good to be true. She knew she couldnt let herself become so vulnerable and so WEAK with another person. She wanted to rip both Alymer and Brian limb from limb for tricking her into thinking she was safe with them. She wanted to start with the little shit that always caused her problems in the first place and she would be damned if anyone came in between this.

If this seems foolish or irrational, it isnt in her eyes. Shes always been the butt of someones joke and she would be damned if she let it happen again. So now shes going to get her payback for being tricked into believing she was safe with someone else. Shes only safe with her sister and herself. Her solitude is better than ever going through this again.

Aylmer squeaked—That's right, SQUEAKED—the door and the grabbing happening all too fast for him!

For the initial seconds, the blue man struggled in her hands, quickly finding that he was only making it harder on himself.

"Were you raised in a barn??? Didn't anybody ever tell you to KNOCK before kicking in a closed door?!" The parasite narrowed his teensy eyes until they nearly vanished altogether. He was in quite a predicament and he wasn't in any position to act recklessly. He could lash out and sink his teeth into her forehead but then he'd just be stuck with goody-goody Brian.

***

Brian had fallen asleep out of mental exhaustion, waking when he heard the crash. He shot straight up from his pile of tears on the sofa, afraid that Aylmer had finally deserted him.

"Onyx? What the hell are you doing?!" He tapped her shoulder, disheartened and confused to see his two favourite people seemingly at such odds with each other. "If you wanted a hit that badly, you didn't have to squeeze it out of him!" He turned his eyes to Aylmer.

"Aylmer, what the hell is going on?"

smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Brian didn't face Onyx straightaway but gradually turned his head towards the woman he loved. He knew that making eye contact wasn't an imperative since she seemed to never change her expression (usually) and therefore it wasn't easy to read her reaction to what was being said to her.

Still, he had called her in here and now he was obligated to treat this like an actual civil conversation.

"Well, that's kind of just it-"

The young man practically recoiled when he saw that grin which was, unfortunately, getting to be more and more characteristic. It was also a bit of a 'war flashback' moment for him, as he could recall breaking out into maniacal smiles for no reason at all starting with his connection to Aylmer.

"You and he have been doing an awful lot of talking lately..." Brian sighed, still in the dark as to the light shooting out of his head. Right now he had a rig of saran wrap and tape over it to keep the elements out, but he knew that would only get him so far. Needless to say, hats were a must when out in public. His brother Mike was bringing new fashions over weekly.

"I just don't want you going down the same path as I have, Onyx... And I don't want more trouble for Aylmer, either... It's not any secret how much I've had to pay the cops to keep quiet about things as they are..."

***

The parasite was indeed incapacitated, currently swaddled and sipping chicken brains from a blender cup with a straw, but the severed link between himself and Brian had caused an additional phenomenon; he could now hear all of Brian's thoughts! Even from another room!

Needless to say, the attempted co-conspiring taking place in the bathroom caused unhappiness to swell inside of his blue body. Onyx was his only recourse during these tough times, this he believes wholeheartedly... Aylmer didn't actually posses a heart, instead a heart-like part called the aortic arch, but that's neither here nor there. All that mattered was his will to pit Onyx against Brian because Brain, bless him, was of little to no use anymore.

[a-jynx]

Dream; - usually really aware when you guys plan date nights! Even with his busy schedule, he’s on top of remembering important nights - he doesn’t want you to feel neglected or forgotten :’) - however he can get forgetful when he’s playing with Sap and George, or streaming, but when he does oh, he feels devastated and will definitely become clingy

[Short imagine]

12:30 PM - he’d forgotten. You sighed, closing your phone and slouching into the couch, listening to your boyfriend’s laughs echo throughout your shared home; Sapnap’s screams filtering through as well.

Frowning, you turned on the living room TV and turned on Netflix, deciding that a movie would take away from the small sting in your gut. You knew he hadn’t meant to get sucked up into his work, and this one time of a few that he’d forgotten, but that doesn’t stop the sadness twisting in your gut. Turning on the Twilight series, and obviously horrible but entertaining favorite [team Jacob anyone?] before grabbing your warmed-up Panda Express and engrossing yourself into the world of vampires and werewolves.

2:45 AM

Dream groaned as his screen flashed a dull red, congratulating George and Sap about their win from their Minecraft Manhunt; 2 hunters. Glancing at the time, he rubbed at his face and clicked out of everything, ending his video. Stretching he leaned back and glanced towards the bed, expecting you to already be cuddled up and passed out, but the comfy queen was empty…

Furrowing his brows, he scooted his chair back and left his room, moving downstairs as Sap came out of his room, still grinning.

“Hey man, nice hunt, though I’m surprised you made it go for so long,” Sap groaned as he joined Dream on the stairwell making the dirty blonde frown.

“What’re you talking about? Manhunts always go for a couple of hours?” Dream snorted as Sap frowned, only to sigh and pat his friend on the shoulder.

“Dude… You had date night tonight..?”

Dream’s eyes widened as he rushed further downstairs, turning into the living room and frowning at the sight. You curled up into the corner, an empty container on the coffee table and the credits rolling of The Twilight Saga; new moon. Squatting down next to you, he gently cradled your cheek as you hummed in sleep, cracking open your eyes as you broke into a smile, your eyes settling on your frowning boyfriend.

“Hiya handsome,”

“Hi, baby… Fuck, I’m so sorry I forgot,” Dream leaned into you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, nose, chin, lips - anywhere his lips could reach as you chuckled, raising your hand and threading it through his hair. “I just got so lost in the video, but that’s no excuse I promise I’ll make it up to you-”

“Dream, babe it’s okay, this is like… The first time you’ve forgotten, just don’t make it a full-time thing, yeah?” You laughed as Dream dove into you, circling your waist with his arms and picking you up, causing you to yell out.

“Clay!”

“We’re going to bed, and I’m not letting you go until I see fit,” Dream stated, carrying you upstairs as you glanced to Sapnap, waving to him before you and your still disappointed boyfriend disappeared into his room.

Sapnap - he’s definitely more forgetful than Dream, but he tries okay? - a lot more clingy when he realizes what he did, definitely becomes more of a hopeless romantic

[Short imagine]

“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?” You turned away from the fridge, seeing Dream entering from the living room as you shrugged, closing it with a sigh.

“Yeah, we should’ve left half an hour ago but he joined Karl’s stream… Again.” You mumbled the last bit as Dream frowned, leaning against the cabinets as you messed with the strings of your boyfriends’ basketball shorts.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?”

“Honestly? Probably not, I mean we’ve already had a talk about if he forgets-” you paused when a sudden crash came from upstairs, causing you and Dream to turn towards the stairs as Sap came barreling down. You blinked as he stood in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle.

“Hi, bubs,”

“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimhorribleicantbelieveiforgotimsosososorry-” Sap mumbled into your skin, as you reached up, ruffling his hair as he pressed kisses along your neck, going along your shoulder before trailing back up and pressing his lips against your chin before settling back between your shoulder and throat.

Dream snickered from next to you guys as he dug into the fridge, digging out some pizza from lunch as Sap looked up and glared at his friend. “So, what reminded you?” The dirty blonde hummed, getting ready for his dinner as your brunette boyfriend scoffed.

“I obviously reminded myself! I’m not that-” he paused as a chime came from his shorts’ pocket causing him to cringe. Furrowing your brows, you reached in and tugged out his phone, breaking into a smile as you realized it was an alarm.

‘ Date Night Idiot!’ had been going off for an hour, you assuming Sap had snoozed it, not realizing why his alarm was going off.

“Dumb.. Okay! I had to set a few reminders,” Sap mumbled, pressing more kisses to your warmed skin, trying to hide away from his embarrassment. You closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket before grabbing his hand and tugging him upstairs with you, his head hung low as you went into his room, besides a small light from his screen. You jumped onto his bed, opening your arms as Sap shot you a small grin and dove into you, cuddling into your chest and pressing more kisses to your free skin, his hand sneaking up your shirt just resting against your skin, rubbing his thumb across your navel while smiling into your kiss.

“I know I’m extremely forgetful when it comes to romantic stuff, but please always know that I love you even if I have a shitty way of showing it,” he mumbled against your lips, moving his hand from your stomach to your face, holding your cheek as you stared at each other. Sure, you could be upset at him, you could ignore him, maybe argue… But why miss out on warm cuddles and make-up kisses?

Karl - he’s the one who usually makes the dates up! He always tries to make sure his streams and recording don’t overlap the days you agreed on - but who says you always remember?

[Short imagine]

It was the long-awaited shock & facecam stream! You had promised to follow in your friend’s - George, Sap, and Dream’s - steps in a shock stream and even threw in a facecam if your followers had gotten one of your posts to hit one million likes, and your fans did not disappoint! Your tweet promising this stream had hit two million likes, 10,506 retweets, and continuous replies. So, here you were, setting up for your stream when Karl walked in…

“Sweetness..? What’re you, uh, what’re you doing..?” He nervously giggled as he stood beside you, his hands nervously tugging on your hoodie as you turned towards him, frowning.

“I’m getting ready for the shock stream? Remember? I planned this a couple months ago and we agreed on today?” You blinked at your boyfriend. You both had talked about this stream since you arranged the day - why is it suddenly a problem?

“Oh, well, remember we agreed that today - tonight - was going to be date night? We were gonna watch some of the new season of Survivor?” Karl hummed as you blinked, turning fully towards him with your eyes wide as you glanced towards your starting soon screen. You could feel your heart plummet into your stomach - you had done the one thing you and Karl agreed to never do, yet here you were..

“Baby, oh my god, I’m- holy shit, I’m so sorry,” you murmured, rubbing your face as Karl shot you a small grin, scooting closer and musing your hair as you leaned into his touch, cradling your own face with dread coursing through you.

“Bubs, it’s okay, I know you’ve been planning this, and I should’ve thought ahead-”

“No!” You burst, gripping his wrist and pressing light kisses to it before groaning against his skin. “No, it’s not okay, we always try and plan for us to have date nights between our busy schedules and it’s such an asshole thing for me to not double-check that it was-” Karl leaned down, quieting you with pressing his lips to yours. You melted into it as he turned your chair to face him more, causing him to grip your hands tightly in his before pulling away.

“It’s okay because I want you to go through with this stream! You’ve been excited about it and I know the guys are wanting to join, besides-” he paused, pressing butterfly-like kisses to your hands as you grinned at your boyfriend.

“Date night can be any night for us,”

“So, what I’m hearing is you love me more than Survivor?” You giggled as Karl furrowed his brows and scoffed, dropping your hands dramatically before pulling his gaming chair next to yours as you began to set up your facecams’ final touches.

“I love you, like a lot, but know your boundaries, Bubs,” Karl scoffed as you rolled your eyes, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and clicking through your screens before popping up on your stream with a ‘Hey guys!’

~~~

helloooo~ long time no writing and im so sorry about that - life has gotten a little crazy and I sort of lost motivation to write a lot again. i hope these headcanons and my future idea for some can hold you over until I have some sort of - lack of better word - motivation :'D

until tomorrow, i hope you have a beautiful day ~ J

[bucksfucks]

30 and/or 35 please 🥺

im being a bit greedy today since you already wrote my other request so amazingly well and filthy

kitten ; bucky barnes

prompt(s) || 30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” // 35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

summary || pet and collar play with bucky.

warnings || pet play, collar kink, kitten kink, facefucking, praise kink, degradation, blowjob — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

send me a number + a character! ✨

“maybe i should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” bucky chuckles jokingly, draping an arm around the back of the couch as the movie ended. a sci-fi, the actor sebastian stan starring in it and you noticed the uncanny resemblance he shared with your boyfriend. the resemblance that had you trained on this movie as bucky teased you. his comment made you gulp, breathing hitching in your throat as bucky smirks.

“oh, is that what you want, sweetheart?” he cooes, eyes darkening before you’re both heading up to bed. that entire week you’re unable to stop yourself from thinking about collar’s, using your spare time to look at some pretty ones online before bucky gets back home. “sweetheart? where are you? i’ve got a surprise for you.” he almost sing-songs as you race to greet him at the door. your heart is racing as he pulls something from behind his back, your eyes widening in glee at the sight.

it’s a collar, pink and sparkly with kitten written on it as you grab at it. “such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” bucky hums, cocking his head to the side, finger under your chin as he tilts it upwards. “why don’t you go put it on, kitten.” he purrs before you’re doing just that. your heart is pounding as you’re sat on the bed, nothing but the collar on you as you patiently wait for bucky.

“up.” he commands the second he walks through the door. you’re on you’re feet, standing at the edge of the bed as your eyes catch his cock against his jeans. he stands right in front of you, pushing you to your knees. “since you’re so eager, you might as well put that sweet mouth to use around my cock.” he smirks, thumb running over your lower lip. “i wanna see my kitten ‘round my cock, takin’ it all like a good little pet.”

his pants are around his ankles, cock free and aching as he guides it past your lips. “no hands.” he grunts, your tongue flattening on the underside of his cock. “relax, kitten, just relax.” he cooes as you relax your throat, tears brimming your eyes. he tugs on your collar, a slight chime in the air as you gag around him. “love the way your mouth feels,” he grunts, cock wet with your salvia as you moan around him.

“keep that mouth open, kitten.” he warns, tip of his cock resting on your tongue as he cums with a shout—watching his cum painting your mouth. “swallow it like a good pet.” he pants, watching you swallow before sticking your tongue out to show him. “mmm, i love seein’ you in this,” he smirks, “maybe i’ll have to spoil you with some more.” he winks before tossing you into the bed.

[baepsaesbae]

None of Your Business

Pairing— Jung Hoseok x reader  

Genre— SMUT, enemies to lovers au, business/professional life au, slight angst, slight fluff, mutual pining bc im a slut for that

Warnings— inappropriate workplace behavior, explicit unprotected sex, face sitting, slight biting, one (1) butt slap, dirty talk, swearing, switch!Hoseok, Hoseok being a god damn nuisance, (also I’m not a business person so if you are and I state inaccurate/dumb things I apologize in advance)

Word Count— 8.9k

Summary— You have a shot at attaining a huge promotion at your company. The only problem standing in your way is the same one that annoyed you in college. Jung Hoseok. How will you manage to spend an entire weekend at a conference juggling impressing your supervisors while simultaneously battling Hoseok?

A/N— This super cool banner was made by the one and only @kimtaehyunq​, thank you so much! Please let me know what you guys think. Feel free to leave a comment or send an ask! 

The business world has always been mercilessly cutthroat; that’s one of the first things business students learn when they enter college. The competition to get an internship at a top company was fierce. Recruiting has to start at least a year in advance if you even want to give yourself a chance.

Luckily for you, you were the top student in your program. Well, one of the top students. Over the past four years, your position had been flip flopping with some surprisingly competent bonehead who annoyingly plagued your life.

“Excited to be graduating this semester, ___?” an all too familiar voice interrupted your studying.

“Excited to graduate as top of the class? Yes, of course,” you replied coldly. 

“Top of the class? That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” the handsome boy sat on your table.

“I think it’ll be pretty much set in stone after this last final,” you returned your attention to your notes.

“Well, even if you’re number one, I think experience matters a lot in this field,” the boy refused to leave you alone. 

“Then it’s a good thing I did an internship with one of the top companies over the summer,” you glared at him.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget about the internship that you stole from me?” the boy pouted.

“I was obviously more qualified. And how could you say that when you stole my opportunity to go on a study abroad trip with my favorite professor last Spring Break? I’m still furious that he chose you over me solely because you were sleeping with his daughter,” you retorted.

“That was a coincidence! I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that,” he tried to defend himself.

“Whatever. Do me a favor and leave me alone, Hoseok. Hopefully today will be the last time I’ll ever see you.”

“That’s kind of sad to think about. Who else will get under my skin and annoy me every time they open their mouth?” Hoseok bantered, “Also, I told you to call me Hobi.”

“That would imply that we’re on friendly terms. I don’t like lying, Hoseok.”

“Fine. Good luck on that last final. See you around,” Hoseok hopped off the table and patted your head.

“Don’t touch me,” you grumbled as he walked away.

That was five years ago.

The company that you interned with gave you a job offer immediately after graduation. Quickly moving up through the ranks proved to be an easy feat since your tenacious nature made you the ideal employee. 

You were currently waiting outside of the CEO’s office. Seconds felt like hours as you mindlessly bounced your leg. It was eerily silent, and all you could hear were the click clacks of the receptionist’s keyboard as she worked. You looked around at the bleak décor that was a sorry excuse for modernism as you racked your brain. Were you in trouble? Did something happen? You were summoned up for a meeting but had no clue what it was going to be about. 

Once you were finally called in, you were greeted by both the CEO and VP of the company. 

“___, please take a seat,” the CEO politely smiled, “As you know, I am getting old. I am unmarried, so therefore I have no one to oversee the company after I’m gone. The executive council and I have been looking for people to fill my shoes. Or at the very least, take a seat on the executive council if one of them were to take my place.”

“Your numbers have been exceptional this month,” the VP chimed in, “And every month prior. After much deliberation, your name has been cast into the lot.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Being a member of the executive council at your age was almost unheard of.

“There is one other candidate that has also been hand selected at the other branch. You both are to attend a conference in which you will mingle with executives from other companies. There will also be a time in which you will pitch an idea to me on how to make this company better,” the CEO continued when he saw your loss for words.

“First and foremost I would like to thank you for this opportunity. I will do my best to live up to your expectations,” you bowed to show your gratitude. 

“Perfect. The conference is in two weeks. I believe that should give you ample time to prepare your presentation,” the VP shook your hand.

After shaking hands with the CEO, you turned to leave. However, something was nagging you. 

“May I ask who the other candidate is?” you inquired.

“Jung Hoseok from the northern branch,” the VP answered without missing a beat. 

“Ah,” your brain exploded.

“Do you know him?” the CEO asked.

“We went to college together. I know of him,” you said curtly.

“Well you’ll finally get your chance to meet him. I’ve heard he’s very popular with the ladies at his branch. That’s not pertinent to his skills; however, you can’t blame an old man for wanting to know the gossip of his own employees,” the old man chuckled.

“Of course,” you smiled politely as you excused yourself from the office.

Jung Hoseok? That douchebag? Just your luck to run into him again (to fight for the next step in your career no less!). You think back on all the run ins you had with him during your collegiate days. Nothing but irritating memories of the two of you competing for the top spot came to mind. 

Whatever. It didn’t matter who the other candidate was. You had to get to work and come up with a brilliant plan that will impress the CEO. You brushed the thought of Hoseok aside. It had been a couple of years, maybe he wouldn’t even remember you. There’s no need to stress out over something so trivial. 

The weekend of the conference had finally arrived. You were instructed to travel together with Hoseok. You waited alone at the airport terminal. If you were lucky, Hoseok wouldn’t show up at all. You weren’t. 

“___!” Hoseok called out your name in a sing songy voice.

“Hello Hoseok. Glad to see you haven’t changed,” you were already irritated.

“How are you? It’s been so long. You look great!” he went in for a hug but you turned away. 

He stood awkwardly with his arms in the air for a second until he bounced back. He took the seat next to you and began chatting. You answered his list of questions apathetically. 

“Did I do something to offend you?” Hoseok finally asked.

“I just think it’s funny that even after all these years, I still have to compete with you,” you retorted.

“Still hung up on that? It doesn’t even matter anymore. We got good jobs and now we’re here. Together! Isn’t that cool?”

“No, not at all. Although I guess it will be nostalgic coming out on top once again,” you smirked.

“Your competitive nature always amused me. You’re so cute when you lose,” Hoseok teased.

“I never lost to you,” you gasped.

“That’s not what that one study abroad trip with Professor whatshisname says,” he cooed. 

“Professor Namjoon! You knew he was my favorite, you prick. At least I graduated as top of the class with honors,” you argued. 

“My GPA was off by thousandths of a point. That doesn’t really bother me. But I’m glad you have something that makes you happy,” Hoseok shrugged. 

‘This is gonna be one long fucking weekend’, you thought. 

The flight was short and pleasant since Hoseok left you alone. You wanted to see as little of him as possible during this trip. You intended to get that promotion no matter what. 

After the plane landed, the two of you made your way to the hotel that was hosting the conference. 

“Hi, last name ___ and Jung?” you smiled at the hotel concierge. 

“Ah yes, you guys are here for the business conference?” the concierge asked.

“Indeed we are!” Hoseok chimed in from behind you.

“Alrighty, I got you guys all checked in. Enjoy your stay!” the concierge handed you a singular set of keys.

“Oh, I’m sorry, there must be a mistake. We’re in two separate rooms,” you politely tried to hand back the keys.

“The reservation is for a singular suite,” the concierge explained.

“Probably cheaper that way,” Hoseok reasoned while nodding.

Your fake smile faltered for a second. How the hell are you supposed to spend an entire weekend sharing a room with the most despicable person on the planet?

At least the hotel itself was grand. There was no way you’d ever be able to afford to stay in such a swanky place. The lobby was decorated with ornate marble pillars that were laced with gold trimmings. It even had a fancy fountain in the middle to greet incoming guests, which you thought was a bit overkill. 

“Excited to sleep with me, princess?” Hoseok teased, obviously picking up on your annoyance.

“Fuck off. Stay the hell away from my bed and my things,” you spat.

“Who’s to say that you won’t be able to stay away from my bed?” he smirked. 

“You wish,” you rolled your eyes as the elevator finally stopped on the top floor. 

You led the way to your shared suite with Hoseok. The trip was exhausting; you couldn’t wait to take a nap on your large luxurious bed that was probably topped with Egyptian cotton (one can dream). 

You immediately dropped your bags on the side of the room and flopped onto the bed, shutting your eyes. 

“Interesting,” Hoseok said.

You ignored him.

“Very interesting,” he continued. 

“What? What is so interesting?” you sat up and glared at him in frustration.

“Take a quick glance around the room,” he suggested.

Your heart sank, “No fucking way.”

You loved this trope in fanfics, but in real life? Fuck no, not with this asshole. Yes, there was only one luxurious king sized bed in the room. 

“Well, looks like you're going to sleep on the floor,” you smiled sweetly at him.

“The bed is huge, we can definitely share,” Hoseok argued.

“I think the fuck not,” you dropped back onto the bed, “I’m sure you’ll whore your way into someone else’s bed each night anyway.”

“I don’t think I need to, not when I’m already sharing a bed with you,” he flirted.

“Bite me, Hoseok,” you sighed, not in the mood for a tit for tat.

“Are you into that? I’d happily oblige,” he responded as he sat on the other side of the bed.

“I’m afraid that’s confidential information that you are not privy to,” you huffed, turning away from him.

“Are you really going to make me sleep on the floor?” he asked quietly. 

“Would you listen to me if I said I wanted you to?” you were curious to know.

“Look, I’ll admit that I can be an asshole, but I’m not a creep. If you’re really not comfortable with sharing a bed with me I’ll sleep on the floor. All I’d ask of you is to spare me a pillow.”

There was a short silence as you mulled over your options. 

“Fine, we can share the bed. But I demand a pillow divider to be set between us,” you caved.

“Wahoo! Thank you so much for your generosity, ___. Do you want to use the bathroom to get ready for bed first, or shall I?” Hoseok celebrated.

“I’ll get ready first,” you lazily rolled off the bed and trudged to the bathroom.

You were so tired that you missed hearing Hoseok’s soft chuckle as he watched you stumble to the bathroom. He patiently waited for you to finish before it was his turn to get ready for bed. You were sound asleep by the time he was done.

The blankets were haphazardly sprawled out on your side of the bed. One leg was under the covers while the other was completely exposed. Your mouth was agape with a bit of drool seeping out, and your shirt lifted up to expose some of your tummy.

Hoseok smiled at the sight. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever be lucky enough to see you like this. He pulled down your shirt in an attempt to make you look decent, but there was nothing he could do about your drooling. He tucked you into the sheets properly, making sure that the blankets covered you up to your neck.

He settled into his side of the bed. You forgot to put up the pillow divider. Hoseok stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He turned over to face you in an attempt to get comfortable. 

‘She looks so sweet. Almost cute,’ Hoseok thought. 

He quickly brushed the thought aside. You were his rival, and have been since the first day of college years ago. He sat up and created a pillow barrier. Bickering with you first thing in the morning was the last thing he wanted. 

The first day of the conference was filled with attending various meetings while attempting to make as many networking connections as possible. You got up early and left the room before Hoseok was even awake. The less time spent with him, the better. 

Of course, completely avoiding him was impossible. You were to sit with your respective company during the meetings and presentations. The VP sat between you and Hoseok, while the CEO switched between sitting on either side. You were thankful for the separation, but nervous nonetheless.

The CEO would occasionally lean over to ask you questions about the presentations, and he intently listened to your responses. The VP would merely look over occasionally to give you a smile or wink; he acted more like moral support. You knew the entire weekend would practically be an interview, but you underestimated how anxiety inducing it would be. 

The higher ups finally left you alone when lunchtime came around. You picked up your lunch in the hotel’s decadent ballroom that had been turned into an eating area. You scouted an empty table in the far corner of the room in the hopes of finding some peace and quiet.

Hoseok had other plans. He saw you sit down at the table and happily followed you.

“Hey there buddy!” he greeted you as he sat down.

“Shouldn’t you be networking with new people?” you rolled your eyes at him.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“I’ve been doing that since before you were awake. I think I deserve a break,” you replied.

“I forgot that you’re quite the hard worker. I couldn’t have asked for better competition,” he said.

“Was that a compliment?” you asked with an amused grin.

“Yeah, and it’s the only one you’ll ever get from me. Is your pitch to the CEO ready?” Hoseok inquired.

“It has been. And no, I’m not going to tell you what it is,” you proudly answered.

“Oh c’mon! Mine is ready too! You’re a damn fool if you think I’m gonna steal your idea. I’m just curious,” he pouted.

“Fine. I’ll tell you if you tell me yours first,” you offered.

“So distrustful,” Hoseok feigned offense, “Okay, so I think offering higher bonuses for working overtime would be a good start. There could even be competitive bonuses in each department for the person who gets the best numbers that month.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” you said at first, “But don’t you think that would just create more animosity between coworkers?”

“I think competition is a healthy motivation factor. It worked for me in college,” Hoseok defended his idea.

“Everyone is competitive in college. Especially in the business schools,” you argued.

“Yeah, but not everyone is you,” Hoseok stated. 

“Excuse me?”

“Honestly, I probably wouldn’t be here today if you weren’t always on my ass,” he admitted, “Being your rival was kinda fun. You got flustered so easily, it was almost cute.”

“I do not get flustered easily! Plus, it was always you who was on my ass,” you huffed.

“I see that you still do,” Hoseok laughed, “But seriously. The universe brought us together again so I guess it’s telling me to thank you.”

“That’s uncharacteristically nice of you to say,” you looked away from him to hide your reddening cheeks, “You pushed me too, so thanks for that...I guess.”

“Mhm, no problem buddy. I’ll see you in the next presentation room,” he got up to leave.

“Wait Hoseok!” you called after him.

“Yeah?” he turned around quickly.

“I didn’t tell you my idea--”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s brilliant,” he winked before walking away.

The rest of the day passed by quickly. You retired to your room, exhausted from all the forced socialization. Your mind was stuck on what Hoseok said earlier. Maybe he wasn’t as big of an asshole as you thought. Perhaps you mistook a friendly rivalry for toxic competition.

You were sprawled out across the bed in your pjs when Hoseok entered the room.

“Are you gonna sleep like that?” he asked.

“You’re gonna have to forcibly remove me from your side if you want it that badly,” you replied with your eyes still closed. 

“That’s fine,” Hoseok said as he abruptly rolled you over to your side.

“Hey!” you squeaked out in protest.

“It was either that, or I laid on top of you and suffocated you.”

“Hmph,” you let out a displeased noise.

“Oh my god, you’re so bratty. How old are you?” Hoseok chuckled.

“Old enough to know that you’re a meanie,” your response was muffled by the pillow you buried your face in.

“Sorry I’m a what?” Hoseok teased.

“A meanie!” you quickly got up and slammed a pillow into Hoseok, catching him by surprise.

“I’m the meanie? You just pelted me with a pillow!” he cowered away from you.

“And I’ll do it again!” you threatened.

“I don’t think so,” Hoseok suddenly lurched forward, tackling you back onto your side of the bed.

You’re both laughing at this point. Seeing Hoseok up close and personal made you realize how handsome he truly was. Had he always been this attractive? Hoseok’s cheerful laugh echoed throughout the room as he loomed over you, pinning you down.

“I’ll get off if you promise not to hit me with a pillow ever again,” Hoseok tried to say in a serious tone, but his smile betrayed him.

“Sorry, I can’t make such a ridiculous promise,” you sassed.

“God, you really are so bratty. Kinda cute, kinda naughty,” Hoseok tsked.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

Hoseok leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Oh, I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

That sent chills down your spine. This was perhaps the most intimate moment you’ve shared with someone in a long time. 

“Keep dreaming then, lover boy,” you said. Truth be told, just that one sentence turned you on, but you couldn’t let him know that.

“As you wish,” Hoseok released you and retreated back to his side of the bed. 

“Maybe you aren’t as big of an asshole as I remembered,” you chuckled.

“You thought I was an asshole?” Hoseok laughed.

“I did. Maybe I still do. Not that it matters, we’ll never see each other again after this stupid conference.”

“That’s not true,” Hoseok disagreed, “I’ll be on the executive council, so you may see me from time to time.”

“I like the confidence. Too bad it’s in vain,” you teased, “I’m going to bed. Our day starts early tomorrow.”

“Our?”

“The. The day starts early tomorrow. Just go to bed Hoseok,” your turned over to conceal the faint smile on your face. Maybe he wasn’t so bad afterall. 

The second day of the conference started off as boring as the previous day. The various presenters droned on about different strategies regarding the improvement of a company with a plethora of charts and numbers to back it all up. The CEO wasn’t as talkative today to either you or Hoseok. The VP still made his reassuring gestures to you, flashing smiles and winks here and there.

“Can I see you privately after the last morning presentation?” the VP whispered to you.

“Yes, of course!” you excitedly answer. Currying the VP’s favor may come in handy later. 

After the last presentation, the VP discreetly led you to a vacant corner. His tone became serious as he began to speak.

“The CEO discussed his initial thoughts with me last night. I know I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but he’s currently leaning towards Hoseok,” he explained.

The news made your heart sink.

“I’d rather see you on the executive council, if I’m being frank. My pride is on the line since I recommended you,” his voice lowered, “However, I think there is a way to sway his opinion.”

“Which is?” you eagerly asked. 

“Someone might overhear here, meet me in my room in an hour,” the VP covertly handed you his room key.

He walked away without another word. The fact that the VP was on your side gave you a faint sliver of hope. The next hour of free time was spent frantically networking while your mind was obviously elsewhere. Every now and then you heard Hoseok’s voice, and just the sound of it spurred you on to make even more connections. By the end of it, your face began to hurt from all the fake smiling. 

You were standing in front of the VP’s hotel room exactly an hour after your secret rendezvous. The door opened immediately after you knocked.

“You’re extremely punctual; that’s wonderful,” the VP observed as you entered, “Make yourself comfortable.”

You scoured the room to find a place to sit. Your uneasiness must have been obvious, as the VP gestured towards the bed.

“Thank you,” you said as you awkwardly sat at the edge of the bed, “What is your plan?”

“It’s quite simple actually,” the VP sat beside you, “I just need to get to know you better. That way I can give an authentic and flawless review to the CEO.”

“So, you’re going to conduct an in-depth interview?” you asked timidly as you noticed him scooting closer to you.

“You could say that,” he voice lowered as he rested his hand on your thigh, “We have about 45 free minutes remaining. I believe you should make the most of this interview, Miss ___,” he smiled slyly as his hand began to travel upwards.

“How dare you?!” you yelled as you abruptly pushed him off of you, “I’m going to report you to HR!”

“Then say goodbye to your promotion. You really think you were chosen just because your numbers have been decent? You definitely were not the CEO’s first choice. He didn’t even know who you were. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be here,” he explained with a shit eating grin. 

“Then why the hell would you even bring me up to the CEO? Just so you could try and sleep with me?” you were enraged.

“Don’t blame me for wanting some eye candy to entertain me during this god awful convention,” he smirked.

“Fuck you, you fucking pig,” you spat.

“Ohhh feisty. I like that in a girl. If you leave now, you can kiss that promotion goodbye,” the VP called out to you as you stormed towards the door.

“And you can kiss my ass, and shove that promotion up yours,” you snapped, flipping him off before slamming the door behind you.

Tears welled in your eyes as you made your way to your room. You were absolutely distraught. Had all your hard work been for nothing? Had you been nothing but a pretty sight for men to stare at for the past five years?

You entered your hotel room to find Hoseok laying on the bed. You quickly wiped away your tears; you hadn’t expected him to be there. He appeared to be taking a nap. You watched his chest rise and fall slowly as you snuck into the bathroom. You freshened yourself up to the best of your abilities. Maybe a little power nap would help calm your nerves. Too bad Hoseok was taking up the bed. Fuck.

You left the bathroom to see if maybe you could curl up in one of the corners of the bed. Luckily, Hoseok was on his side of the bed. You set a timer for half an hour and slowly crawled under the covers. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them.

“If you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just let me know,” Hoseok’s voice surprised you.

“Well, I don’t. Leave me alone,” you responded.

“What if I want to cuddle?” he asked.

“There is an abundance of perfectly good pillows for you to use,” you sighed, then sniffled a little.

“Are you sick?” Hoseok asked with a worried tone.

“No, I’m fine,” you answered quickly, panicking. 

“___, what’s wrong?” Hoseok was sitting up now.

“Nothing, leave me alone,” you turned away.

“If you insist, I won’t push it. Just know that you can talk to me if you need to,” he offered.

You heard him get off the bed. You pulled the sheets over your head to hide your face. You cried silently as Hoseok shuffled around the room, presumably getting ready to leave. Suddenly, he pounced on you.

“Hoseok! What the fu--” you cried out as he yanked the sheets off of you.

“Surprise attack!” he gleefully exclaimed. 

His expression quickly changed when he saw your tear streaked face. You looked up at him with puffy eyes. You were too exhausted to hold your cold stare. Instead, you looked away in embarrassment.

“___, what happened?” he asked softly.

“It doesn’t matter. But congrats, you basically got the promotion,” you laughed in defeat.

“You spoke with the CEO?” Hoseok was shocked.

“No, with the VP. That stupid son of a bitch. He--nevermind. I blew my chance, so the job is all yours. I am almost positive that I am unemployed now as well,” the tears returned and you couldn’t stop them.

“Hey, ___, it’s okay,” Hoseok tried to comfort you, “If the CEO didn’t tell you himself, then you can’t be 100% certain.”

“I was literally only invited because the VP tried to get in my pants!” you blurted out.

“What?” Hoseok was dumbfounded.

“He just told me that I’d have the job if I had sex with him. Can you fucking believe that? How long have I not been taken seriously? This has been so demoralizing,” you let it all out.

“Aw, c’mere,” Hoseok pulled you up and gave you a warm embrace, “What did you say to him?”

“I told him to shove it,” you sniffled against his firm chest. 

“There’s the you I know. You haven’t changed a bit,” he chuckled, “We can talk to the CEO together tomorrow about this.”

“Why would you help me? The promotion is basically yours because of this,” you sighed.

“I don’t really care for it, if I’m being honest. I’m satisfied with my job now. I don’t want any more responsibilities,” he answered while stroking your hair. 

“Then why are you here?” you looked up at him.

“I only agreed to come after they told me that you’d be here,” he admitted. 

You didn’t know what to say. Too many things have happened in the past hour alone. 

“Don’t get it twisted, I was just curious to see how you’ve been after all these years. Plus a free trip is always enticing. Getting to share a bed with you has just been an added bonus,” he smiled.

Your timer rang, causing you to break away from Hoseok’s arms. 

“Guess it’s time to go to more boring meetings. Yay,” Hoseok feigned enthusiasm. 

“I’m gonna stay here. There’s no point in me attending anymore,” you stated.

“Nope, you’re going. I’m dragging you with me! You gotta show the VP that he didn’t frazzle you at all. Fuck that guy. Well, not literally,” Hoseok was pulling you out of bed.

Hoseok subtly made sure that you sat between him and the CEO the entire time. You caught him giving the VP dirty looks, which made you feel a little better. 

You quickly excused yourself after the last meeting and tried to make a break for your room. Unfortunately, Hoseok prevented you from doing so. 

“You got a date for the banquet tonight?” he asked.

“No. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem because I’m not going. Have fun with your date though,” you shook your head.

“Who said I had a date?”

“I’m sure women were basically throwing themselves at you.”

“You’re not wrong, but I turned them all down. I have my eyes set on one gal.”

“Lucky her, I guess,” you rolled your eyes.

“Indeed. Although I still gotta ask her,” he looked around the room as if he was searching for her.

“You better hurry. Isn’t it in a couple hours?”

“Yep. Alright, here goes nothing!” Hoseok rushed off, finally giving you the chance to disappear.

You let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors start to close. However, someone’s hand shot through at the last second. Hoseok stumbled in as the elevator doors reopened. You groaned. Why can’t you escape him?

“Did she say yes?” you asked with an indifferent tone.

“Not sure yet. Will you go to the banquet with me?” Hoseok asked.

“Fuck off.”

“Alright, well she just said no. Ouch,” Hoseok clicked his tongue. 

“Wait, are you being serious?” your eyes widened.

“If the word ‘date’ threw you off, then I’m happy with going as friends,” he proposed. 

“I’m flattered, but I’m really not in the mood to party with random strangers.”

“You don’t have to. Just party with me. Why would I let you be sad and mopey all alone in a hotel room when you could be drinking free booze?”

“Is the alcohol is free?”

“Duh, it’s all being charged to the company. Plus dinner is served.”

“Ok fine, I’ll go. I guess I didn’t pack that stupid dress for nothing.”

“Let’s not allow a gorgeous dress to go to waste,” Hoseok agreed.

“You haven’t even seen it,” you suppressed a smile. 

“Anything can be gorgeous if you’re the one wearing it,” he winked.

“Oh, shut up,” a small smile cracked on your face.

Hoseok was the first to get ready for the banquet. He wanted your look to be a surprise so he insisted on going first. You were beginning to find his weird yet endearing antics kind of cute.

You weren’t prepared when he came out of the bathroom. You were well aware that Hoseok was a handsome guy, maybe even handsome enough to model. However, you weren’t ready when Hoseok emerged in a grey suit with his hair styled to reveal his forehead. His radiance was comparable to that of the sun, and he only shone brighter when he smiled at you. 

“You look good,” you tried to act cool.

“Thank you! I’ll admit I do enjoy dressing up from time to time. But who doesn’t, am I right?” he beamed.

You nodded as you hauled your things into the bathroom. After about an hour, you were ready: fully dressed, makeup done, confidence soaring. You had forgotten how therapeutic dressing up could be. 

Your dress was a deep emerald green that was elegant yet seductive. It had a side slit that flirtatiously showed off one of your legs. The neckline gracefully outlined your cleavage while still remaining on the classy side.

“Holy shit. You look amazing!” Hoseok praised you as soon as you stepped out.

“I was only trying to match you,” you said shyly, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’ll be the most breathtaking duo there. Shall we depart?” he extended out an arm.

The dinner started out with boring speeches by people you didn’t care to remember the names of. Hoseok elected to sit at the table furthest away from the stage, which was an excellent choice. That allowed the two of you to chat the night away in hushed voices. You both had already gone through five glasses of wine by the time the speeches were finally over. 

“The dance floor is now open! Enjoy the rest of the night, and don’t forget that there’s an open bar!” the MC shouted through the mic.

The lights dimmed and a disco ball lowered in the center of the room. People began to crowd the dance floor. You laughed with Hoseok as you both observed various awkward shuffles and sways. 

“Wanna dance?” Hoseok yelled over the music.

“I can’t!” you yelled back.

“I’m sure you can! Let’s go!” Hoseok didn’t wait for a reply.

He dragged you to an empty space on the dance floor. The two of you began drawing attention to yourselves as soon as you stepped out. Two beauties were dancing in the open for everyone to see. You shyly swayed to the rhythm of the music and laughed at Hoseok’s silly moves. However, Hoseok began to move in a way that was absolutely bewitching. He looked like a professional dancer with the way he commanded his body to hit every beat. Hoseok had drawn a very large crowd as people began cheering him on. 

You were amazed by his stage presence. You’ve always had a thing for dancers, and he looked downright sexy. The song ended and Hoseok gave his audience a dramatic bow, awarding him deafening applause. 

“I didn’t know you could dance!” you shouted when he returned to your side.

“I like to dance in my free time! Did you like it?” he shouted back.

“I’ll admit it was sexy,” you laughed.

“You think I’m sexy?”

“Maybe I do,” you winked.

You had more fun than you expected while dancing with Hoseok. He made you feel secure, so you were able to let loose. You didn’t care what you looked like, as long as Hoseok was there with you. 

The night progressed and you began to feel bold. A particularly raunchy song came on, as if it were asking you to grind on Hoseok. And that’s exactly what you did. You guided his hands to your hips as you grinded into his crotch

“You sure you wanna be doing that?” Hoseok spoke into your ear with a low voice.

“Absolutely,” you replied.

Hoseok spun you around and gazed at you intimately while he brought you closer into his body. Various body parts were rubbing against each other now. The sexual tension was palpable. 

Hoseok’s hands were running up and down your body, and your mouth was dangerously close to his neck. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. You couldn’t help yourself; you leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his neck. His low growl was an indication that he liked it, so you kissed him again with more vigor. 

“You’re going to have to stop,” he scolded.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Did I overstep your boundaries?” you were embarrassed.

“Absolutely not. But I can’t fuck you out here in public now can I?” he towed you off the dance floor and made a beeline for the elevators. 

Thank god no one else was in the elevator, neither of you could keep your paws off of each other. Hoseok’s hands were unabashedly feeling you up and down while his crotch was slowly grinding into yours. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you planted kisses along his sharp jawline.

Hoseok couldn’t stop whispering naughty things into your ear during the entire elevator trip up to your shared room. His lowered voice sent chills down your spine as he expressed just how eager he was to finally have you. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

“I wanted to strip off that dress the moment I saw you wearing it,” he cooed, “God, I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look underneath me.”

“Hoseok, do you ever shut up?” you teased with a coy smile.

“I dunno, you might have to make me,” he played along.

“Maybe sitting on your handsome face will do the trick,” you said as you nipped his ear.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

The elevator doors finally opened, and Hoseok quickly dragged you out. He immediately tore off your dress the moment the hotel room door was closed. You did him the same favor as you frantically unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his toned body. 

“Why don’t you be a good boy and wait for me on the bed?” you suggested.

“Yes ma’am,” he complied, his eyes never leaving your body.

“Like what you see?” you asked, turning around slowly to fully show off the lingerie that perfectly complimented your body. 

“You are so fucking sexy, ___,” Hoseok smiled in awe.

“I’m so glad you think so. You’re not too bad yourself,” you winked at him.

You finally joined Hoseok on the bed. You kiss his body from his abdomen all the way up his chest before stopping at his mouth. You took a second to relish the feeling of his plush lips against yours before he deepened the kiss with a ferocious intensity. 

“Wanna try and shut me up now?” Hoseok lifted his eyebrows suggestively once the kiss broke.

“With pleasure,” you responded as you began to position yourself above him, “Wait, do you want me to take this off?” you gestured to your undergarments.

“No need,” he said before abruptly pulling aside your panties.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his face and stopped when you felt his breath on your pussy. Hoseok impatiently gripped your hips and pulled you directly onto his tongue. The sudden contact made you gasp. Hoseok didn’t waste any time getting down to business.

He flattened his tongue out to cover as much area as possible as he licked across your folds. He expertly flicked and lapped your pussy in the perfect places. Your legs began to tremble, and you had to grip onto the bed’s headboard for support. 

You looked down to see the beautiful man’s face buried in your pussy; that sight alone was almost enough to bring you over the edge. Hoseok’s hands slithered their way up to your chest, where he began to twist and pull at your sensitive nipples through your bra. 

“You taste--so good,” Hoseok panted out from underneath you.

“Should I get off--fuck!” you were interrupted by Hoseok sucking on your clit.

His mouth was heaven sent. Your body began to heat up and soon you lost the strength to hold yourself up even against the headboard. 

You cried out as you came all over Hoseok’s face. His face was glistening with your juices as he smiled up at you. He seductively licked his lips to taste you again.

“Your turn?” you asked.

“As much as I wanna see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I think I need to be inside you more,” he replied as he repositioned himself.

He stripped off the rest of his clothing. You watched with admiration as more of his skin became exposed.

“You can take off the fancy underwear now,” he said once he caught you staring.

“You don’t want to see it anymore?” you fakeed a pout.

“___, you’re drop dead gorgeous in it. However, I advise you to take it off yourself because I won’t hold back. I don’t want to ruin your underwear, just you,” he replied.

Hoseok mixed in little nibbles while he kissed along your neck. Your voice dripped with bliss as you quietly moaned. 

“I guess you do like being bitten, huh? What about this?” Hoseok licked your neck, causing you to squirm underneath him.

“I think I like that too,” you whispered, biting your lip.

You wriggled out of your undergarments, leaving yourself completely naked in front of Hoseok. You pull at the hem of Hoseok’s underwear, eager to see what he was packing.

You were not disappointed. Although he was well endowed, what he lacked in length was made up for in girth. 

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m pretty sure I’m clean. I haven’t been intimate in an embarrassingly long amount of time,” you admitted, blushing.

“I find that hard to believe,” Hoseok said while kissing around your face, “Since you’re so damn beautiful,” his lips found yours and led you into a passionate kiss. 

His hips began to grind into yours, his dick rubbing against your bare pussy. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him closer.

“Please don’t tease me,” you pleaded.

“What are the magic words?” Hoseok teased.

“Fuck me, Hobi,” you begged.

“Oh my fucking god,” he growled.

He slammed his hips into yours, not giving you enough time to adjust to him. The stretch was intense at first, but it soon turned into nothing but pleasure. Your euphoria grew as he rhythmically bucked his hips into you. 

Hoseok spread your legs out as wide as you could go, giving him quite the erotic view that only aroused him more. You tried to stifle your moans, but were failing miserably.

“Don’t hold back baby, let me hear you. Show me how good I make you feel,” he leaned over to whisper into your ear. 

You complied instantly, your moans resounding around the room. Hoseok’s position allowed him to hit you deeply with every stroke. Without a word, he pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your knees. He roughly forced your chest down, leaving your ass in the air for him.

“Your ass is so fucking fat,” he said as his hand connected with your bare skin, causing you to shriek.

He kissed it afterward while his fingers teased your clit. He realigned himself with your entrance. This new position was even better than the last. You could no longer hold in your moans even if you wanted to. Hoseok repeatedly hit your g-spot, and you could feel another orgasm welling up within you.

“Hobi, I’m gonna cum,” you cry out.

“Say that again,” he demanded.

“I-i’m gonna cum!”

“No, not that. That’s hot but call me Hobi again,” he chuckled.

“Hobi!” you said with an exasperated tone.

“Yes princess? Fuck, I’m close,” Hoseok’s movements were becoming more haphazard by the second.

“Hobi, right there oh my god keep going please,” you begged, “Hobi...ah shit!” you came undone.

It wasn’t long after until Hoseok followed suit, pulling out to cum all over your ass. He rolled off the bed to get something to clean you up with. 

“How are you feeling?” Hoseok asked.

“Better. You?” you answered.

“Doing pretty well. I fucked the girl of my dreams,” he said gleefully.

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed him.

“I’m serious. I’ve adored you since college. I lived for your playful banter,” he began to explain.

“It wasn’t playful,” you interjected.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s what made it fun! All the other girls just wanted to be with me for my looks or whatever. None of them knew the real me.”

“And I did?”

“More so than most. You always pushed me to do my best. I really just wanted to be good enough for you. Kind of silly huh? I even dated that girl in an attempt to make you jealous. Which backfired since her dad was Professor whatshisface who took me on that trip,” Hoseok opened up.

“Hobi I...I’m so sorry. I was such a bitch to you back then. And now too I guess. My competitive side gets the better of me. I was always annoyed by how you were seemingly good at everything. It even irritated me that you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life,” you began to apologize, “Oh, and his name is Namjoon. Professor Namjoon.”

“Thanks for reminding me. I hate to admit it but he made me a little jealous. I wanted you to praise me the way you praised him. Anyway, things can change now that everything's out in the open,” Hoseok smiled, “You’re even calling me Hobi! I’ve been dreaming about this moment.”

“Was it everything you ever hoped for?” you joked.

“You said it when you asked me to fuck you, then you said it multiple times while I was balls deep inside of you. So yeah, I would say it was everything I could’ve hoped for, if not more,” he pulled you into his chest.

The two of you continued talking for what felt like hours while cuddling. You hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. You were nearly asleep on his chest when he stroked a strand of hair from your face. 

“Tomorrow will be interesting, huh?” he said softly.

“I guess I still have to pitch my idea to the CEO,” you sighed softly, “What a waste of time.”

“It’s not a waste of time if you’re gonna get the promotion,” Hoseok reprimanded.

“I already told you, I’m not. The VP will make sure that you get it. This is good for you. Don’t worry about me,” you kissed his cheek, “We should get some sleep now.”

“Alright. Goodnight, ___,” he kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight Hobi.”

“Fuck, I really love when you say that.”

It was time. Time to pitch your idea to the CEO for no damn reason. You were beyond nervous, and Hoseok could tell. He tried to ease your nerves by giving you a firm shoulder massage as you both waited to be called into a small conference room.

The VP emerged, ignoring your mean scowl, and called Hoseok in to present first. Of course he would go first, no need to waste time hearing your proposal.

It was an anxiety riddled wait. You recounted the previous day’s events, which was a mistake because that only infuriated you. The whole situation was an affront on your character, and you will not stand for it. You debated giving the VP another piece of your mind at the end of everything. 

“___, you’re up,” the VP called you after Hobi finished.

“You’re gonna kill it,” Hobi encouraged you, coupled with a pat on the back.

“This is pointless and you know that,” you sighed.

Hobi shook his head in disagreement. It was heartwarming to see how supportive he was being. Maybe it was due to the fact that the job was practically his already. It doesn’t matter now. 

“Good morning gentlemen,” you greet them.

“The floor is yours, Miss ___,” the CEO responded cordially.

“I’ll keep it short and simple. I propose that the best way to improve the company is to shorten work day hours and increase PTO days,” you said confidently.

“Is that it? Can you expound on that?” the VP cynically asked. 

“Yes, I’m so glad you asked,” you smiled coldly, “Studies show that employees are exponentially more productive when they are happier. Not only will the company become more efficient, but the overall company atmosphere will become more positive. Interpersonal relationships between employees and bosses will improve in an appropriate professional manner,” you glared at the VP.

“That’s a very interesting take,” the CEO said thoughtfully, “Do you have any suggestions regarding the actual work that the company does?”

“No sir. The company has been thriving, so I believe that the way things are running now are proficient. However, as a company, we should always be willing to listen to our employees’ concerns,” you stated.

“You’ve brought up interesting points to the table. As an employee, do you have any concerns you’d like to express?” the CEO asked.

“There is one pressing matter that comes to mind,” you stole a glance at the VP to see him shift uncomfortably in his seat, “I firmly expect that employee/supervisor relationships should be strictly professional.”

“Are you just giving us your opinion on office romances?” the VP sneered.

“I believe that trying to use intimacy as leverage is highly immoral, if not a fireable offense,” you held your ground.

“Of course,” the CEO agreed.

“Then said employee would simply need to file a complaint with HR,” the VP dismissed you.

“What better way to get my complaint heard than speaking directly to the CEO?” you smiled sweetly, “Sir, yesterday the man sitting beside you crudely suggested that I sleep with him in order to gain the promotion. He also alluded that all of my accomplishments are for naught, and that I am purely ‘eye candy’.”

“Is this true?” the CEO asked his VP in dismay.

“Of course not. She’s grasping at straws. Look how desperate she is to get the job,” the VP quickly defended himself.

“I am not lying. I am fully prepared to be fired on the spot. I cannot continue to work at a company that allows this kind of sloppy behavior to go unpunished. Thank you for your time,” you bowed and quickly took your leave.

You released a huge sigh as soon as you were outside of the room. Hobi rushed over to your side. Suddenly, you began to laugh hysterically. Hobi looked at you nervously, obviously concerned about your mental state.

“Isn’t it so funny? All my hard work had just been flushed down the toilet by a stupid man drunk on power. I love that!” you wheezed.

“___, ___ calm down. What happened?” Hobi inquired. 

You told him what just went down. A smile crept across his face as you got to the part where you put the VP on the spot. 

“I wouldn’t count yourself out just yet dude,” Hoseok shrugged, “All we can do is wait.”

“Yeah, I’ll be the first one to congratulate you on your new job. Then I’ll begin my search for a new one,” you gave him a thumbs up.

The VP stumbled out of the room and angrily stomped towards the both of you.

“You fucking bitch! Who do you think you are? Do you even know what you’ve done? I know people. I’m gonna make sure your life is hell!” he yelled at you.

“That’s enough! You have been dismissed. I do not want to see your face around here again. Clean out your office on Monday,” the CEO ordered, “Would the both of you please follow me back into the room?”

You both timidly followed him, curious as to what he had to say.

“I apologize on behalf of the company for this incident. This isn’t the first time a complaint has been filed against him. Unfortunately, he always told me that they were just futile grasps for leverage and I foolishly believed him. However, his loss is your gain,” he smiled, “How would you like to be my new Vice President?”

You were agog. Hoseok’s eyes widened as he stood beside you.

“Surely there are more qualified people,” you stammered in disbelief.

“There definitely are. But none of them are what this company needs. It takes a special person to have their rival pitch all the reasons why you are a better candidate than they are,” the CEO happily nodded.

“I- he what?” you cast a surprised look at Hobi.

“Oh yes. He spent all his time highlighting your best qualities as an employee. It was quite a shock,” the CEO smiled.

“I will humbly accept your offer. Thank you so much sir, I will work even harder!” you bowed gratefully.

“That brings me to Mr. Jung. The position on the executive council is yours, if you want it,” the CEO offered.

“If the offer is unopposed, then I have no choice but to accept. I will do my best!” Hobi joined in your bowing. 

“Wonderful! It’ll be refreshing to see some lively young faces at those atrocious meetings,” the CEO laughed, “Oh, and one more thing. The two of you will have to relocate to the main branch, I hope that’s okay. I look forward to working with both of you.”

You both nodded gleefully. After the CEO dismissed the pair of you, the trip back up to your hotel room was nothing but joyous. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from. You even pinched each other to make sure it was all real. 

“I can’t believe you were advocating for me,” you hugged him.

“You deserve it. Your impressive diligence should not go unrewarded,” he squeezed you tighter, “Plus, this ended up being pretty sweet! Congratulations to both of us!”

“We need to go out to celebrate!” you wiggled.

“Yes! Let me take you out,” Hobi tackled you onto the bed.

“Where shall we go?” you playfully ask.

“Maybe we should go explore our new city together?” he suggested.

“Our?”

“Yes, our. And when I say I’m gonna take you out, I mean as a date. Because I want to date you. And have been wanting to for years,” Hoseok charismatically emphasized.

“I’m looking forward to starting this new chapter of my life with you then, Mr. Jung Hoseok,” you press your forehead against his. 

“Imma be all up in your bidness girl,” he joked.

“Your business is my business now loser,” you teased back. 

Looks like all that hard work had paid off, and there’s no better reward than finally being with Jung Hoseok.  

Published May 13, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

[rabidredsalsa]

⟡ㆍ LITTLE THINGS THEY DOㆍ⟡

Bandori x Reader

pairings: tae hanazono x reader, rimi ushigome x reader, saaya yamabuki x reader, toko kirigaya x reader, mashiro kurata x reader (separate) (gn reader)

warnings: none! just fluff :)

note: I KNOW THE WHOLE FANDOM SPELLS HER NAME AS TOUKO BUT IM SO USED TO THE GAME SPELLING STFU/lh

Also i didn't proofread this so jhshaha 😻

tae, weirdly yet in an endearing way, compares you to the most random everyday things; "you know, you kind of remind me of oddie." "you're kinda like a macaron..." "i always thought you have a lot of stuff in common with my geography textbooks." it catches you off guard every time she does it, but always manages to make you smile. sometimes it earns her a flick to the forehead. but hey, it's tae.

rimi hides behind you every time she's startled or feels intimidated. it could be just kasumi or kokoro popping up out of nowhere, it could be a sudden strong gust of wind hitting you two, it could be the school bell abruptly chiming in the middle of your conversation, but whenever these things happen, you always wake up with a shaking rimi glued to your back. sometimes it’s so startling that she begins holding onto your shirt like her life depends on it.

saaya bakes you buns as an apology whenever she upset you with something. whether it be forgetting to text you back before heading to rehearsals, or talking about you to kasumi and tae a bit too much to the point where they almost know your entire life story - you can always bet you'll find a pizza bun or jam bun on your desk with a tiny post-it next to it saying "hope this will make up for it ;(". sometimes you get pouty on purpose just for free food, but she catches onto these things pretty quick, so soon you'll be the one having to repay the favor.

in contrast to her personality, toko listens to absolutely everything you say with utmost attentiveness. the moment you two engage in a conversation, you will literally have her undivided attention until it ends. she also makes a surprising effort to memorize your likes and dislikes, your preferences in fashion and music, your favorite foods, absolutely everything. so don't be surprised if she randomly takes a few days off with no explanation leaving you worried sick, only to reappear with a new outfit made specifically for you from scratch.

mashiro seems so much more open and stumbles on her words way less when she's with you. she also talks much more, whenever the two of you are alone together she could go on for hours about how content she's with life after the forming of Morfonica and meeting you, or simply about random things she's been into lately, but immediately stops and covers her face with her hands to hide her blush after you begin chuckling about the side of her she'd just shown you. call her adorable and she's done for.

[rosepetalgold]

indigo skies above us (smile down upon us)

Summary: After the rest of the group bails on an evening out, Roman and Logan set off to find something to do and quickly find themselves in the middle of a night they won’t soon forget.

Relationships: Logince

Warnings: Brief sexual language courtesy of Remus

Word count: 5879

Notes: Day 4 of Logince Week 2022 for the free day slot. Takes place during spring semester of junior year (3rd year) of college. Remus uses xe/xem/xyr pronouns; Janus uses they/he/she pronouns; all other sides use he/him pronouns at this point.

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Roman had a good feeling about tonight. He couldn’t describe it other than that, really, just that there was something else fluttering in his chest beyond the usual excitement of an evening out with his friends. He might call it a sense of destiny, if he was feeling particularly fanciful and didn’t mind being immediately teased by everyone except Patton.

Nights out with the whole group had become much rarer now that they were all juniors and busy with higher-level courses, and this particular evening had been planned well in advance, the date painstakingly set around exams and work schedules and theater practices and everything else they had going on.

So of course, given Roman’s good mood and the scheduling gymnastics it had taken to arrange this outing, fate had seen fit to intervene.

Patton had dropped out first that afternoon with a text to the group chat, over-apologizing for not feeling well and insisting that everyone else go out without him. Virgil had done the same about an hour before they were supposed to meet, albeit with a much less emotional text, having been called in to cover a shift at his job since half the other student workers were out with the same cold Patton had.

It was down to four of them, then, and Roman had a sneaking suspicion – scratch that, a raging certainty – that he and Logan were going to feel like third wheels to Janus and Remus. But it felt like forever since he’d gotten to go out with his friends, even if they were down two members of the group, so Roman was still in good spirits.

He shifts his weight between his feet where he’s waiting at their regular meet-up spot just off campus, fiddling the zipper of his jacket up and down and up again just to have something to do with his hands. He’s actually gotten here early for once, thanks to a plethora of reminders on his phone, too excited about the night to risk losing track of time and being late like he normally was, and now he has nothing else to do while he waits for the others.

His phone chimes and he digs it out of his pocket to see a text from Remus:

trash rat man: sry bro cant come arson beckons

Roman huffs, typing out a quick reply.

Princey: you suck

Then, because he isn’t entirely sure if Remus is joking or not,

Princey: please don’t get arrested, I don’t have the money to bail you out

Remus just shoots back a string of grinning emojis that don’t do a single thing to assuage Roman’s apprehension.

trash rat man: yes i do suck and im excellent at it

trash rat man: just ask jan

trash rat man: u wish u could suck like me

Roman gags aloud at that mental image, sure to fuel his nightmares for weeks. He did not need to hear about his brother’s sex life. He’d been unfortunate to witness it plenty before he’d finally had enough and instituted a non-negotiable No Sex rule in their suite.

“Is everything okay?”

He glances up to find that Logan has appeared in front of him and is casting him a questionable look.

“Remus just bailed,” Roman informs him, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “And that means Janus is out too, since those two are practically joined at the hip.”

“So it’s just … you and me?”

There’s something off in Logan’s voice, an undertone to it that Roman can’t quite read, but he doubts it’s anything good, and his stomach twists. Of course Logan wouldn’t want to hang out with just him, of course he has better things to do with his time. He tries his best to keep the disappointment in his voice hidden under a veneer of breeziness.

“I guess so,” he says. “We can just call it off if you want; I know you probably have lots of studying to do–”

“No!” Logan cuts him off, then bites his lip like he wants to take the word back, dropping his gaze to his shoes as he toes at the ground. “I mean, I would enjoy having the evening off and spending it with you, if such a thing isn’t objectionable to you.”

Roman pauses, a bit taken aback at the vehemence of Logan’s answer. It’s just because he wants a night away from his books, Roman reminds himself. He’s living in his very own little fantasy world if he thinks it has anything to do with Logan wanting to spend time specifically with him; he’s sure Logan would be just as happy to share a free evening with Virgil or Remus or anyone else in their friend group.

And surely that hint of a flush rising on the tops of Logan’s cheekbones is from the wind or something. No other reason. Roman needs to snap back to reality and stop looking for desperate signs that Logan might return his feelings.

“Well, there is one benefit to everyone else bailing,” he admits. Logan raises a curious eyebrow and Roman grins. “We get to do whatever we want. No one else arguing about where to go or how long to stay or when the night is over. So tell me, Lo, what kind of metaphorical trouble do you want to get into tonight?”

Logan considers for a moment.

“I don’t know about getting into trouble, metaphorical or otherwise, but the science and natural history museum is offering discounted admission to students.”

Roman can’t help but wrinkle his nose at the thought of spending his precious free time being quiet and sedate, wandering through endless galleries of things that all started to look the same after about five minutes. Some days he could enjoy museums. Definitely not tonight.

“Veto.”

“Veto? You didn’t say anything about veto rules.”

“Just decided,” he declares. “I can veto your suggestions and you can veto mine until we find something we both want to do.”

Logan most definitely does not look enthusiastic about this development and Roman fondly resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“Come on, Lo. This is your first night out and away from your textbooks in, like, forever! Live a little! The whole city is at your fingertips!”

On impulse, he grabs Logan’s hand and pulls it up over his head, leading him into a spin like they’re dancing.

“Roman!” Logan exclaims as he stumbles in the unexpected movement, but he doesn’t pull his fingers free, blush deepening across his cheeks. “What on earth are you doing?”

Roman grins, entirely too pleased at his own antics.

“Trying to shake loose some good ideas. Come on, kick that big brain of yours into action. Every subpar idea earns you a spin until you come up with something fun for us to do.”

Logan stares at him like he’s declared he’s trying to grow a second head.

“I fail to see how that will further the production of ‘good ideas,’ as you put it, but, um, the library? They have a new-”

“Nope,” Roman sing-songs, giving him a twirl. “You spend like eighty percent of your life in libraries. Try again.”

“There’s a public lecture by–”

“You can do better than that.”

“I – just – what about – hey!” he protests as Roman turns him in yet another spin, but he’s smiling slightly and he still hasn’t pulled his fingers free, so Roman figures he can’t be too upset with his shenanigans. “I hadn’t even said anything!”

“Too slow. You gotta speed up those ideas.”

He gives Logan’s hand a little tug for emphasis and he shakes his head emphatically.

“Food!”

Roman pauses, definitely because of Logan’s exclamation and not because he’s just realized how Logan looks right now, face flushed and hair falling slightly into his eyes from all the impromptu dancing. Nope. Definitely not because of any of that.

“Food,” Logan repeats, seizing on Roman’s silence, cautiously pulling their joined hands down like he’s waiting for Roman to reject this idea as well. “I haven’t eaten dinner yet. Let’s go get some food somewhere.”

“Do you want to spin me to make things even?” Roman blurts, suddenly afraid that he may have annoyed Logan with his hijinks, but his friend just shakes his head. “Are you sure?” he presses. “I’m an excellent dancer, you know.”

Logan casts him a sidelong look that says he very much doubts that, but it’s teasing rather than critical.

“No,” he decides after a moment of consideration. “I’ll make things even some other way.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

Logan just grins, and Roman’s breath catches because fuck, who gave him permission to look like that, all sharp smile and sparkling eyes, he’s so pretty it should be illegal, he wants to pull him close right then and there and kiss that smile right off his face–

“Who says it can’t be both?” Logan asks, thankfully interrupting Roman’s internal crisis before he can say or do something stupid like actually kiss him. He gives Roman’s hand a tug. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

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They find a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant after a bit of searching and keep up a steady conversation as they eat, lingering until the waitstaff begins shooting Roman dirty looks for singing along to the radio. Logan waves off his offer to split the bill and pays the tab in full, and Roman’s heart leaps treacherously because that’s exactly the kind of thing that happens on a date.

But that’s ridiculous. This clearly isn’t a date. Logan hasn’t ever shown any indication that he likes him as more than a friend. Surely they’ve paid for each other plenty of times before and Roman just can’t remember. He needs to get his head out of the clouds and stop reading into things before he ruins what is shaping up to be a perfectly pleasant evening.

Logan, who is clearly having no such dilemmas, is in a noticeably better mood now that he’s had some food and seems much more open to doing something more exciting than visiting museums and libraries. Logan and Roman’s Fantastically Grand Adventure Around The City, Roman coins it as they set off to find something to entertain themselves with, and Logan just sighs and tells him that when he’s done coming up with ridiculous names, it’s his turn to suggest an idea for what to do next.

It does turn out to be a grand adventure, if Roman does say so himself.

He takes Logan on a tour through one of the local neighborhoods known for its street art, the two of them keeping up a running commentary on the murals decorating the walls and buildings before visiting the space open for graffiti artists to tag and trying to find anything done by Remus.

(They pick their favorite pieces and engage in a light-hearted debate about which is the best until their arguments get so preposterous that neither of them can keep a straight face and they declare a draw.)

For his next turn, Logan chooses to wander until they find a food truck he deems suitable and they order dessert to satisfy his craving for something sweet.

(Roman sticks churros in his lip like tusks and pretends he’s a walrus and it’s ridiculous even to him, but it makes Logan laugh, so it’s worth every second of looking like an idiot.)

Roman drags Logan on a wild hunt around the city searching for a fountain that he knows exists somewhere but can’t find, and they make a game of seeing if they can locate it without using their phones.

(They do. They toss coins in and make wishes and for once Roman doesn’t even have anything to wish for, because what could be better than this?)

Logan detours them to take a walk down by the river and peoplewatch, Logan making characteristically blunt observations about others and Roman making up increasingly fantastical stories about any stranger who catches his eye.

(At some point, Logan grabs his hand, maybe to lead him across a crosswalk or pull him out of someone’s way, and the press of their palms against each other and the way their fingers loosely intertwine feels so natural that Roman doesn’t even realize they’re still holding hands until some time later.)

By the time they end up back at their meet-up spot, Roman feels giddy, almost drunk on the feeling of the night, on Logan’s smile and his laugh and the way his eyes light up when he has a particularly clever quip to something Roman has said as they banter back and forth, and he doesn’t want the evening to end.

“Let’s go one more place,” he blurts as they stop beside his car. He can sense Logan getting ready to ask where, or maybe to glance at his watch and say it’s late and that he should be going, so he doesn’t let him get the chance to do either.

“A surprise. And I know, I know you hate surprises, but you’ll like this one, I promise. No crowds or bright lights or noise or anything. Please? For your favorite Prince?”

He expects a protest, or even an outright refusal, but Logan just shrugs and nods, stepping up to the passenger side door.

“Alright.”

Roman fumbles to unlock the car, a little incredulous at his easy acquiescence and sure that at any moment Logan is going to change his mind and decide he needs to go back to his apartment and recharge away from people and the commotion of the city, but he just slips into the car and primly buckles his seatbelt, ready to go.

Well, if Logan doesn’t want the night to come to an end either, Roman isn’t about to question it.

He slides into the driver’s seat and starts the car, flipping the radio onto a low volume as he navigates out of the city, but he needn’t have worried; even after talking all night, the conversation flows easily between them, everything from the antics in Roman’s theater class to current events to the melanistic squirrel Logan had seen on campus the other day, and the drive passes quickly. About halfway through, Roman turns off the highway and onto progressively more rural side roads, and they’re only a few minutes from their destination when Logan seems to realize how far they’ve gone.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been out this way,” he comments, peering out the window, and Roman winces as he glances at the time on the dash. Good thing it isn’t a weeknight.

“I know, sorry, I should have asked if it was okay with you to go this far. I know you like to go to bed early.”

He sees Logan shrug out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t mind. Being up late one night shouldn’t do too much harm to my circadian rhythm. And I was promised a surprise I would like by my favorite Prince, after all.”

My favorite Prince. Nerves are suddenly battering Roman’s insides and part of him wants to just pull a u-turn and head back to the city right now, because what if this is a stupid idea? What if Logan doesn’t like it? What if he’s just wasting both of their time and they’ll have to suffer through a painfully awkward drive back?

Those thoughts would just have to go fuck right off, he decides, steeling his resolve. He knows Logan. He knows he’ll like this, and even if he doesn’t, it’s not like they haven’t worked through approximately four thousand disagreements before. Everything will be fine.

A few minutes and one painfully potholey road later and they arrive at their destination.

“We’re here!” Roman announces, too loud in an attempt to squash any nerves that might creep into his voice. Logan stares out the window at the empty pasture at the end of the dead-end road where they’ve parked, the surroundings dark except for the moonlight.

“And where, exactly, is here?”

Roman doesn’t answer, just scrambles out of the car and around to Logan’s side, pulling him out of the car and out across the fallow field, lighting the way with his phone flashlight so they don’t trip too badly. Logan stops after a few dozen feet, tugging his hand out of Roman’s grip and refusing to go any farther, his expression souring for the first time all evening.

“Come on, Roman. Tell me why we’re here. If you wanted to play some kind of prank on me–”

“No!” Roman protests immediately, surging towards him in an attempt to reassure him, only to catch himself and pull back from touching Logan without a sign that it’s okay to do so at the moment. “This isn’t a prank; I wouldn’t do that to you. And I know it still isn’t perfect, not like it would be if we drove further, but at least there’s less light from the city here–”

Logan is shaking his head, clearly confused, and Roman cuts off his own rambling.

“Look up.”

Logan does, and a soft gasp falls from his lips as he gazes up at the myriad of stars glimmering above them. Roman briefly sends a thank you to any higher power listening that it’s a clear night, because he hadn’t even bothered to check if it was overcast before starting their drive and he has a sneaking suspicion that Logan would not be impressed if Roman had kidnapped him and driven him nearly an hour away just to look at some clouds while standing in a field in the middle of nowhere.

Just a guess.

“Look,” Logan says, pointing. “There’s Polaris, colloquially known as the North Star, although other stars have been known as the North Star throughout history due to the wobble in the earth’s axis of rotation. It’s part of Ursa Minor, or the Little Dipper, and of course there’s Ursa Major, or the Big Dipper, and over there is Orion…”

He’s still going, drawing various shapes in the air with his finger, but for all the world Roman can’t tear his eyes away from Logan, features cast in gentle moonlight, so excited as he spills an endless stream of knowledge, bouncing on the balls of his feet with unrestrained happiness.

He’s more captivating than any star could ever be.

Eventually he comes to a natural pause in his catalogue of constellations and Roman seizes the opportunity to coax him back to the car long enough for them to find a fleece blanket in the emergency breakdown kit Patton had gifted him last Christmas. Roman shakes it out and lays it on the ground so they don’t have to sit in the damp grass, and after assuring Logan that yes, he knew the person who owned this land and no, they wouldn’t get in trouble for being here, they settle onto the blanket.

The allure of stargazing must win out over any lingering trepidation about potentially trespassing, because Logan is already back to talking a mile a minute as he lays down, something about the lifecycle of stars, and for a moment Roman can just stare at him, utterly transfixed by the gleam of happiness in his eyes, until Logan complains he’s blocking the view and tugs his arm, telling him to lay down in a way that Roman would normally tease is bossy but right now is just hopelessly endearing.

He situates himself down on the blanket, careful to leave space between them as Logan continues to speak rapidly. Now that he’s looking up at the stars and not at Logan, he’s able to actually focus on what he’s saying, and he tries to understand it, he does, because this is clearly important to Logan and he wants him to feel listened to, but the science of all of it is going right over his head, so he settles for making the appropriate ahhs and mmm-hmms at regular intervals.

Logan pauses after some time, sitting up to dig something pokey out from underneath him.

“Roman,” he scolds lightly, and Roman starts, wracking his brain for what he could have possibly done, what breach of stargazing etiquette he has unwittingly committed. “You’re barely even on the blanket. You’re going to get wet from the dew on the grass. You should scoot over. I’m not Remus; I don’t bite.”

Roman obligingly shifts a little more onto the blanket, although it’s a bit of a moot point since dampness has already crept through the back of his jacket. There’s a moment of silence as Logan takes advantage of his upright position to stretch out his shoulders and neck, and there’s no pressure to fill the quiet, but Roman figures since Logan has shared so much of his knowledge the least Roman can do is return the favor a little.

Nervously clearing his throat, he points at one of the constellations he actually knows and begins recounting the Greek mythology associated with it. He’s sure Logan probably already knows most of it, if not all of it, but Logan just nods along enthusiastically, occasionally interjecting with an additional tidbit of information, so apparently he isn't too put out by Roman derailing his more scientific lecturing.

And then Logan lays down again and Roman stutters mid-tale, mind going absolutely blank for a moment, because Logan is pressed against him from shoulder to hip, the warmth of his body almost shocking compared to the cool night air even through several layers of clothing.

It doesn’t mean anything, Roman reminds himself as he fumbles to pick up his story again. Friends were physically close like this all the time – hell, he was physically close with his other friends like this on movie nights and whatnot all the time – and it didn’t imply any sort of more-than-platonic feelings. And even if Logan was typically more reserved, he had gotten more comfortable with physical displays of affection from everyone in their friend group in the last year or two. That’s all this was. It was a small blanket and Logan didn’t want to give up his spot so obviously when Roman moved over they were going to touch. Nothing more to it.

(Even if it really, really feels like there’s something more to it.)

He somehow manages to get through the rest of the mythology he’s narrating, even though his heart is racing so fast he’s surprised Logan can’t feel it where their arms are pressed together, the closeness of him an exquisite kind of torture, but Roman can’t even imagine shifting away.

“You talk more,” he croaks artfully when he finishes, because if he has to channel any more brain power into trying to tell a coherent story he might just implode. “I like hearing you talk about space.”

Logan is silent for a moment, clearly hesitant.

“Are you sure? I know that I often get carried away talking about such interests and that it can sometimes be boring or annoying.”

“I’m positive,” Roman assures him. “You never bore me, Lo. You could talk about whatever you want until the sun comes up and I wouldn’t care.”

“Alright,” Logan says after a long pause. “Just tell me if you change your mind.”

He starts in again, still a little timid at first, but it’s barely a minute before his enthusiasm is back in full force and he’s gesturing excitedly as he talks about some kind of new theoretical subatomic particle and its role in the universe.

It’s a long time that they just lay there, Logan talking and Roman occasionally interrupting with a comment or question while the stars slowly shift above them, but Roman doesn’t mind. He meant what he’d said; he could stay here listening to Logan discuss astronomy until dawn without a single complaint, even if it means slowly going insane trying not to overanalyze every time Logan moves and his arm presses against Roman’s a little more.

Some things were worth going crazy for, after all.

“Look!” Logan interrupts himself suddenly, pointing. “A meteor!”

It is, a brilliant white shooting star streaking across the sky, there and gone in an instant, and for the second time tonight Roman finds himself in a position to make a wish and yet he still can’t think of anything he could want that would make the night better.

“Most meteors are actually quite small, about the size of a pebble or even a grain of sand,” Logan informs him. “They are quite tiny and seemingly insignificant, and yet they leave such a remarkable impression. Isn’t that beautiful?”

“Yeah,” Roman says quietly, his eyes shifting away from the stars, and he can’t help the way he sounds almost reverent as he gazes at Logan’s profile in the moonlight. “It’s stunning.”

Logan turns his head to meet his gaze and there’s nothing but a breath between them as they stare at each other for a long moment, and then something shifts ever so slightly in Logan’s expression, eyes darkening, and his gaze shifts down to Roman’s mouth, his own lips parting slightly, and yes, this is everything Roman wants and he’s not ready and this is perfect and it’s too much and he wants it so badly and he can’t–

He turns back to look at the sky, heart racing so fast he almost feels sick.

He’s such a damn coward.

“Tell me more about the space in between the stars,” he says hoarsely, trying for some semblance of normal and failing miserably. All that acting training wasted, apparently. There’s a long pause before Logan starts in about the vastness of space, more subdued than he’s been all night, and guilt wrenches through Roman’s chest because no, Logan feeling bad or being anything less than radiantly excited about space is absolutely not permitted.

He shifts his hand, letting it brush against the back of Logan’s, and when that doesn’t elicit any negative response, he skims his thumb along the top of Logan’s, a silent apology. For a moment, there’s nothing, and Roman is about to draw away when Logan’s fingertips brush back against his, dancing against Roman’s for a moment before he turns his hand and fully laces their fingers together, giving a little squeeze.

All while never missing a beat in his explanation of dark matter. Roman feels like he’s about to have a heart attack and here Logan is delivering a full dissertation on the mysteries of the universe. It’s wildly unfair.

Eventually, after what could have been five minutes or five hours for all Roman can tell, Logan falls quiet and a comfortable silence settles between them, nothing but the hum of the night insects and the occasional hooting of an owl off in the distance.

“It’s getting late,” Logan finally says after another indeterminable amount of time. “We should head back.”

Roman murmurs an agreement and they pick themselves up off the ground, Roman trying to ignore the way the absence of Logan’s hand in his feels like a loss as he attempts to stretch some feeling back into his stiff body. Turns out laying on the ground for hours on end with only a thin blanket for cushioning was not as comfortable as it looked.

“So, this was a good surprise?” he asks, pretty sure he knows the answer but feeling the sudden urge to double-check that Logan hasn’t just gone along with it for Roman’s sake.

“Yes,” Logan replies distractedly, still craning his head back to gaze up at the sky as if he hasn’t just spent the whole night looking at it, and Roman’s heart squeezes with affection. Then he seems to actually register Roman’s question and drags his eyes away from the heavens.

“Yes. Yes! This was a good surprise,” he laughs, and before Roman can process what’s happening, he’s grabbing Roman’s hand and pulling him into a spin like Roman had done with him at the very beginning of the night.

A laugh of pure delight spills out of Roman’s mouth and he seizes Logan’s other hand, sweeping him into an impromptu dance, leading him through unchoreographed steps in the damp grass and vocalizing music in between laughs, and Logan is laughing right back, the sound bright and clear in the still night air. Roman has so rarely ever seen him like this, entirely open and carefree and happy, so blindingly happy as he spins away from Roman and then right back again, and that familiar warmth that Roman always associates with Logan has been blooming in his chest all night but now it’s spreading to his head, his stomach, his fingertips until it’s all he can feel.

They slow after a few minutes, movements getting smaller and smaller until Logan is only a breath away, one hand still held in Roman’s grip and the other resting lightly on his back as they sway gently back and forth. And then he blows out a contented sigh and closes the few inches between them, practically melting into Roman’s chest as he tucks his head onto his shoulder.

And maybe Roman shouldn’t, maybe he’s misreading the signals because he wants them to be something they’re not, maybe he should bite back his words and go on pining for Logan from afar, but there’s something about the evening that makes him feel bold and invincible, as if no bad can come to either of them while Logan is wrapped in his arms, warm and trusting and bathed in starlight.

“Logan,” he says, voice barely above a whisper in the still of the night. “You can say no, of course you can always say no, but – can I kiss you?”

Logan pulls back abruptly to stare at him, although he stops short of breaking free of Roman’s loose grip, and the surprise written across his face makes Roman’s stomach turn with butterflies and he almost backtracks right then and there, almost laughs it off as some kind of joke, but he steels himself, waiting with his breath caught in his throat for Logan’s reply because if he doesn’t hear the answer then he’ll spend the rest of his life wondering what it might have been.

Then Logan’s lips twitch up into a tiny smirk and jesus fucking christ, Roman can’t even breathe–

“I don’t know, Roman, can you?”

All of Roman’s breath huffs out in an incredulous laugh at the breathtaking, maddening, perfect man in front of him.

“You–”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence as Logan tips forward and presses his mouth to his.

Logan’s lips are cold and chapped and his glasses dig slightly into Roman’s face and the angle isn’t the greatest and it is by far, without a doubt, the singular best thing that has ever happened to Roman.

It’s nothing more than a press of their lips, really, and Roman has kissed others far less chastely than this, but none of them has ever made him feel this way, like all his thoughts have gone silent and all the breath has been stolen right out of his lungs and all the world has disappeared except for him and Logan and the stars above them.

They break apart after a moment and Roman can’t help but laugh as something occurs to him, tightening his grip slightly on Logan as he pulls back, hurt clear on his face.

“No, not you, Lo, that was amazing and wonderful and I would very much like to do it again,” he rushes to reassure him, and his face relaxes. “But I just realized that we have a whole observatory on campus and you’re an astrophysics major and you’ve seen the stars with a very expensive telescope, like, a billion times before, and I thought it was a great idea to take you to a field in the middle of nowhere to go stargazing.”

“Well,” Logan says quietly, smiling softly as he rests their foreheads together and gently squeezes Roman’s hand. “I would much rather watch the stars with you.”

And really, when he says things like that, what can Roman do but kiss him again?

-

Logan dozes off on the car ride back to campus, head leaned against the window and fingers loose where they’re laced with Roman’s on the center console, and given how late – or early? – it is, Roman doesn’t blame him.

Roman, on the other hand, has never felt more awake.

He’d kissed Logan. He’d kissed Logan. Or, actually, Logan had kissed him first, but still. He’d kissed Logan.

He can’t stop grinning the whole drive, and he’s glad that there’s hardly any other cars out because his mind is more than a bit preoccupied with reliving the memory of Logan’s lips on his and not focused on trivial little things like speed limits and stop signs.

But they make it back to Logan’s apartment building without any accidents, so Roman can’t feel too bad about not being the best driver in the world. He gently shakes Logan awake, which merits him an adorable look of sleepy confusion before Logan remembers where he is, and Roman walks him up to the door of the complex.

“I had a really good time tonight,” he says, which is the understatement of the century, but he doesn’t know quite what else to say, considering he never thought this was how the evening would end or that he’d even ever get this far with Logan. He’s half-convinced he’ll wake up at any moment and discover this has all been a dream.

Logan nods through a yawn, expression open and unguarded as he blinks sleepily.

“I also had a very enjoyable time.”

“Well, I’ll let you get some sleep,” Roman says a bit awkwardly. “I’ll text you tomorrow?” he asks, and Logan nods again. “Okay. Sweet dreams, Logan.”

He steps back to leave, but Logan’s hand catches his and he stills, casting him a questioning look. Logan plays with his fingers, not quite meeting his gaze.

“I believe a goodnight kiss is a traditional way to end such an evening?”

His voice trails up into an uncharacteristically unsure question and Roman can’t help the smile that spreads across his face even though Remus would call it disgustingly besotted and sappy.

“Alright, since you ask so nicely.”

Logan starts to backpedal, eyes widening, and Roman shushes him quietly.

“I’m just teasing, Lo,” he whispers. He raises one hand slowly, giving Logan plenty of time to pull away if he wants to, and gently cups his cheek, brushing his thumb featherlight across Logan’s cheekbone. Logan presses into the touch as his eyes flutter closed, chin tipping up expectantly, and Roman kisses him, soft and sweet and slow as if they have all the time in the world.

Tomorrow, he knows, they’ll have to talk about this new chapter of their relationship, work out what it means and how they’re going to define it and who, if anyone, they’re going to tell and a thousand other details.

But for now, as he kisses Logan, the stars above still continuing their slow wheel in the sky even underneath the light from the city, he doesn’t have words. All he has is the warm, sure feeling that this night is nothing if not a promise of good things to come.

[oshicakes]

their s/o forgot to say i love you

pairings. goshiki tsutomu x reader, konoha akinori x reader, yaku morisuke x reader

genre. fluff

Goshiki Tsutomu

your both busy because of school. he's practicing non stop for their upcoming game while you have projects to finish.

that's why you always went straight to the dorm while he will went straight to the gym to practice.

but you always text each other to keep updated about each other. like, he would take a snap his lunch or dinner in the cafeteria and you'll do the same or when you're already in your dorm and vice versa.

it's the usual night where you're both just laying on each other's bed just talking or just listening until one of you falls asleep.

it's past eight in the evening and you could hear how tired your boyfriend based on his voice through the voice call and his occasional yawning.

"let's sleep, tsutomu. we still have classes tomorrow."

"okay, let's see each other tomorrow. goodnight, i love you."

"goodnight, tsutomu." you said then hung up. you put down

you put down your phone to go to the bathroom for a minute. after that you checked your phone and saw his text message to you.

"are you mad?" says on the message.

"nope, why'd you ask?"

"are you sure?"

"yes, tsutomu. you sound tired and i want you to rest that's why i ended our call earlier."

"thank you. but you didn't say i love you."

"oh... im sorry about that. i love you, tsutomu. like a gazillion times!"

"can you say that to me face to face?"

"aren't you tired from practice?"

"i am but it's okay. besides i miss you already."

"really even if we see each other at class?"

"yes, even if we see each other at class, y/n. so are you up for it?"

"okay, be there in a minute."

and when you got to the usual place where you always meet, he's already there, waiting for you. you carefully and silently walk towards him and when your behind him, you jump on him.

"i love you." you chimed behind his ears. "now let's go inside, you should rest and sleep."

"nooo, let's stay for a while." he frowned at you and hold your hands that's wrapped around his neck. you just chuckled and stayed like that all along your together.

Konoha Akinori

it's past midnight and you just finished your works from your own study room. you stretched your arms and back then cleaned your desk.

as you walk past the hallway, you heard a faint voice coming from konoha's own study room. you knocked thrice then opened the door slowly.

you saw him put his phone down. you walked towards him and positioned behind him. you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"aren't you tired yet?" you said while kissing his cheeks and neck. "i am but i need to finish this report. you should go ahead and sleep, ill follow when im done."

"i love you. goodnight." he faced you and kissed your lips.

you nodded and kissed him one last time for tonight. "goodnight." after that you walked out then headed to your bedroom. you fall asleep without him next to you.

the next morning, you're busy preparing the breakfast when he pops out in the kitchen. "good morning, aki." you we're about to kiss him when he dodged it.

you we're suprised since it's the first time he dodged your kiss with his serious face. "aki, what's wrong?"

"nothing." he plainly said. he grab the mug behind you and when he's about to walk away, you grabbed his wrist. "if nothing, then let me have my morning kisses."

"ha, you dare to ask for your morning kisses but you didn't give me my goodnight i love you." he frowned at you. you don't know if you'll be offended, feel sorry or laugh at him.

"im sorry, you have a forgetful wife here. ill make it up to you today." you embraced him and looked up to him.

"i should look if we have a capsule or tablet for you."

you just laughed. "i love you like super duper mega duper!"

"tsk. be thankful that i love you too, y/n."

"i know. can i have a morning kiss now?" he lazily nod at you. you kissed him on the lips which made you smile while he tries to hide the smile forming on his lips, snobbing you so you can woo him even more.

Yaku Morisuke

he was out of the country for a game. sending text messages whenever someone's free between the both of you and facetime on the time your both free and not busy.

it was your usual facetiming with him. just talking about his and your day, how it went by and some interesting things for the both of you to talk about.

you saw his droopy eyes and yawns. "you should rest now, mori. let's talk tomorrow, okay?"

he nodded and rubbed his eyes. that made you smile, he looks so adorable. "i love you, see you the next next day."

"hmm. stay safe there and always take care of yourself. comeback here completely. rest well, goodnight." then you hung up.

it's not even a minute when he calls you again. "eh? why did you call again? i thought you're tired?"

"you forgot something!" he glares at you and pouting like a child close to throwing tantrums.

"i did? you should sleep now, you're tired from practice and the game's tomorrow. don't worry i'll watch your game"

"okay, but im not hanging this up until you remember it. we'll stay like this even if it takes forever."

you looked at him confused and frowning while he just stare at you, standing firm to what he said.

"don't give me that look, like you didn't do something just know."

you still have no clue about what he's talking about. "okay, okay, im sorry. please rest already. see you next next week. i love you so much." as if you turned a switch, his mood instantly shifted. he's all smiley now.

"you need to rest too, y/n. i love you too, so much." he made a kissing sound then hung up. then it dawned to you, he wanted you to say i love you, which you forgot to say.

you chuckled. he can be mature at some time but he can be this cute child wanting all your affection and attention.

both of you missed each other but for the mean time, you hug the couple teddy bear both have that has his scent and so as he's with your scent in it to accompany you every night.

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go 

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

Chapter One | Chapter Three

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[quietmyfearswith]

new year’s day ; andy barber x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 3,960 words

warnings — swearing, mentions of active sex life, SMUT, degradation, sir kink, choking, oral smut (receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (pls use protection), slapping, name calling, drinking champagne off of one’s body, fluff at the end?? porn without plot lol

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — HAPPY NEW YEAR! im still high on my andy feels so yeah,, lmk what yoou think!

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“Fuckin’ hell my eyes hurt,” Y/N groaned out as she rubbed her palms on her eyelids, as if she was massaging the stress away. Rose could only chuckle at her friend’s distress, “Well I did warn you about how you shouldn't have gone to work today; you deserve to take a break once in a while you know?”

Cracking her knuckles once she was done rubbing her eyes, Y/N retorted, “Well it’s not like I had any New Year’s Eve plans so I decided why not go to work?” As she continued to torment her eyes with the light emitted from her desktop. Being her only real friend at the workplace, Rose took it as a responsibility to look after her; for she knew how she wasn’t really close with her family and her other closest friends were on the different side of the country. “Hey, I invited you to that party me and Agnes are going to!”

Tearing her straining eyes away from the screen, Y/N gave the brunette a pointed look, “You mean to say you invited me to party where I don’t know anyone but you and your girlfriend; which definitely guarantees that you’ll both leave me alone so you can fuck.”

Rose didn’t find it in herself to deny her allegation or defend her and her girlfriend’s active sex life; instead she could only give her a sheepish look as she joked, “Guess you’ve been spending too much time with Mr. Barber since you’re incredible at drawing conclusions and noticing patterns huh?” Seeing how much time she had spent with the mentioned lawyer over the past year, Y/N couldn’t help but nod and agree with her.

The soft chime of Rose's Favorite song rang and a cocky, “See! Can’t even wait an hour before you two get to be together,” was quickly being hushed by her friend. “Okay you have a point, we have a high sex drive — but can you blame us? And I need to leave early, stupid bitch burnt herself as she was baking.”

Chuckling without tearing her eyes away from the documents in front of her, Y/N greeted, “Yeah, yeah; don’t need to rub it in. Happy New Year’s Eve, babe.” Before heading to Mr. Barber’s office to sweetly ask to leave early, Rose went to where Y/N was seated and let their cheeks touch as their way of bidding adieu.

Andy was more than generous to allow Rose to leave the office early, “Go ahead and enjoy, you deserve it for being one of the few ones who chose to come in today,” He told her smiling form. Once she left his office, he loosened his tie and undid the top button of his button down shirt and let out a loud groan. Usually, this time last year he would be rushing to go home — if ever his work demanded his presence — in order to celebrate the New Year’s with his family. But now as he mourns the family he once had and lost it as his son was brutally killed by his ex-wife that had gone insane in disbelieving her son’s innocence was now serving prison for her crimes, he had nowhere to be.

After a couple of hours filled with silence and burying his head with paperwork, Andy noticed how there was a soft, melodious hymn coming from the other side of the office. The lawyer wasn’t necessarily alarmed, but he was curious about who was left working since there had only been 7 other people who decided to come in to work today; and to his knowledge they should have left by now.

He decided to check out who was left — but it really was an excuse to stretch his long, lean legs as he felt them cramping up a bit from being seated for too long — and was surprised to see the most diligent employee he’s ever met in his years of practicing law, “Ms. Y/N, what are you still doing here?”

Hearing his deep voice snapped her out of her concentration; seeing her boss in his less than organized state had her taken aback, “Oh Mr. Barber, I’m just doing some work on the Richards case.” Looking at the watch on his left wrist, he took note how it was a mere 15 minutes before the new year dawned on them. “No plans for the new year then?”

Deciding to test the waters she cracked a joke, “Are you talking about the holiday or the actual year? Because I have no plans for both.”Covering up her remark with a nervous chuckle, she was glad to see the older man wrinkle his eyes as he laughed out loud, “Well that makes the two of us; why don’t we grab a drink in my office?”

Eyes going wide and gasping silently, Y/N was pleasantly surprised at his offer but nevertheless nodded in agreement. Quickly shutting off her desktop, she moved out of her chair and decided to leave her footwear and floral kimono by her desk as she somewhat felt restricted by the light cloth. As she entered his post, she settled herself on the gray sofa he had placed near the office’s wall. Grabbing a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses, Andy sat beside her then poured them a drink.

“Never pegged you as a champagne guy, Mr. Barber,” She thanked him as he handed her a glass which she took a sip of; letting out a small moan of appreciation at the taste, the  sound causing Andy to cross his right leg on top of the left in an effort to conceal his erection. “Please, call me Andy,” He cleared his throat as he took a sip of the liquor, “And whiskey and bourbon are my usual choices of poison; but since it’s the New Year, figured this was more appropriate.”

Y/N surprised the man beside her by drinking all of the champagne in one go and placed the now empty glass on the coffee table in front of them before turning to his gobsmacked expression and giggled, “Sorry, really need that one.” With his hooded eyes watching her intently, he drank some of his before answering, “Don’t be Y/N, it was quite a show.”

She could feel her wetness dampen the panties she wore with how good her name sounded as it left his lips, “Don’t think I ever heard you call me by my first name before.” Worried he crossed the line he was quick to fumble out an apology; but quickly stopped as he felt her hand on his thigh, “It’s okay, I’m not mad or anything. I really like it, actually,” She trailed off once she noticed how he seemed to have let out a quiet, but aroused purr. Tilting her head to the side with an amused expression plastered on her face, “You alright, Andy?”

Years of practicing law and appearing in courtrooms taught him not to lose composure; but with a simple touch and mention of his name had Andy forgetting how to remain calm and collected. But can you fucking blame him when the girl who walks around with so much grace and confidence — who also happens to be the subject of his filthy fantasies — is so close to him that he can almost feel her warmth piercing through his long-sleeved shirt. In that moment, he wasn’t sure if it was a wise or dumb decision to discard his suit jacket, but as their arms touched and he felt a surge of electricity run through his veins, he thought of himself as a fucking genius.

“I am, yeah,” Deciding to test the waters, he grabbed her hand that rested on her thigh and intertwined their fingers together; when she made no attempts at removing her hand from his he smirked, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but something tells me you want more than just this champagne I offered.”

Feeling her inhibitions disappear, she gave him a smirk of her own as she untangled her hands from his, “Well, I do want some more champagne,” Her finger was now tracing his lips as she moved to sit closer until she was now straddling his lap, “Maybe taste it from your lips?”

Silently, Andy brought the glass to his lips and downed the remaining sparkling drink; his free hand settled itself on the back of her neck, pulling her close to him until her lips touched his. As he bit her bottom lip, she opened her mouth and moaned out loud as she felt the alcoholic beverage enter her mouth. Both her hands caressed his bearded cheek as she drank up every last drop that he offered her. Groaning out loud when his mouth was now devoid of the drink, he let his tongue enter her mouth and asserted his dominance; something she willingly conceded to him. His hand on her neck traveled lower and rested on her bum, squeezing the soft flesh which emitted more moans from her.

“Been dreaming about this for so long,” His staff silently, mindlessly let out as she kissed him desperately. “Is that so?” He asked once he broke away their kiss, Y/N whined at the loss of his lips and confused with his question. Chuckling at her groggy state he squeezed both her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to focus on him and answer his question, “You said you’ve been dreaming about this, baby. Is that what you daydream about at work? Me fucking you so hard your dumb brain can’t even think straight?”

Letting out a pathetic whine, she could only nod her head enthusiastically, “Want that so fucking bad, sir.” He felt his cock harden even more at the title she called him; but he wasn’t even done with teasing her yet. “And that fantasy will come true; but first, stand up and strip for me, baby,” With a soft smack on her cheek, she stood up quickly and unzipped her dress. Andy watched her present her body for him as he poured another glass for himself.

Resting on the arm rest was the hand with the sparkling champagne, while the other was palming his erection as watched her push her dress down to the floor. “No bra? Just that poor excuse of underwear?” He moaned out as he observed the fabric that parts at the middle, teasing the paradise that awaits for his cock.

Lowering her gaze, as if bashful, at his filthy remarks before resuming her previous position of sitting on his lap with her hands moving to unbutton his button down. “Such an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He clicked his tongue at her; to which she pouted as she stared at him with want written on her face, “I’m sorry, sir. What do you want me to do?”

“Ride my thigh like the slut you are, baby,” He commanded her without even thinking about it, which turned her on even more. Situating herself on his thick, lean thigh she moaned out loud as the fabric of her thong added even more friction. She began to ride him with slow but sharp movements, throwing her head back when she felt her wetness taint the fabric of his slacks, “How does it feel, baby?”

“Good, so good,” Her broken cries turned him on even more as he sipped on the champagne, enjoying the tingle it left on his tongue. “Do you trust me, baby?” Surprised at his question, she opened her eyes to look at him, her hip movements not faltering one bit. Upon seeing how serious he was she answered, “I do, Andy. I trust you.”

With a smirk, he then tipped the glass just above her breasts, allowing the liquid to run from her collarbones and down to her breasts. Gasping out loud when Andy runs his tongue on her skin, following the trail that the champagne took, “Don’t stop grinding on me, love,” He reminded her as his lips drank the liquid that landed on her nipple — subsequently sucking on the pebble-like flesh. Seeking purchase on his dark hair, Y/N continued rubbing herself on his thigh — his assault on her breast encouraging her to ride him even harder and faster.

“Time to drink some more,” Andy huskily spoke out as he poured some more of the beverage on her opposite breast  causing the girl to stiffen a bit as she was taken aback by the sudden coolness on her breast. His tongue flattened against her skin, now more focused on kissing every inch of her skin instead of drinking up the liquor. His hand held her breast firmly, raising it a bit so he could suck on it and slurp the booze.

“Fuck, the champagne tastes even incredible on you, baby,” HIid praise got her flustered and she could only whine as she felt herself getting closer. “I’m so close, sir. Can I cum, please?” She fluttered her eyes at him sweetly, hoping he’d show her mercy; but his wicked smile and wink got her thinking she’d be shown the opposite of it. “Not yet, baby,” He was quick to shut her wails up with a smack on her breast, “Sit down on the sofa, baby.”

Even though she denied him her release, she followed his orders without a complaint — working with him provided her a clear picture of what happens when you don’t follow Andy’s orders, and it didn’t end well for everyone involved. As she sat down, she watched as the lawyer placed his glass on the table and reached for the bottle; poured some on her pussy. Y/N watched closely as Andy licked her clit, down to her hole. Without tearing his eyes away from hers, he inserted his tongue in her and tried to reach as far as his long tongue can go. “So good, Andy,” She grabbed onto his hair, pushing his face closer to her. The man was quick to smack her thigh, causing her to press her thighs more into his frame, “You know what to call me,” He warned.

“Sir,” She panted out, “Feel so good, sir.” Pleased with that, he rewarded her by rubbing his right thumb on her clit, making her moan even louder. Loving her blissed out sounds of pleasure, Andy began licking her ferociously; he drank up all of the champagne he poured and all the juices she had to provide. He inserted his left pointer and middle finger in her, taking her aback with the sudden simulation. Her thighs were shaking with how good he was making her feel, too weak to even grab onto his hair and her arms were now limp on her sides, “Sir, please! I’m so fucking close, please let me cum.”

Without tearing his mouth and hands from her he replied, “Then cum on my fucking tongue, you slut,” The vibrations adding more to the pleasure she felt. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, kitten licks of his tongue, she felt apart with a scream. Her thighs wrapped themselves around his shoulders, squeezing him so tight that she felt his beard tickle her delicate skin. Andy pulled out his fingers that were in her, replacing them with his tongue so he can gather all of her juices and drink some of them in. “You taste like fucking heaven, baby,” He groaned as he parted from her pussy, his fingers pushing her juices back inside her so he could use it as lube.

“Wanna kiss you, sir,” Her fingers touched the patch of facial hair above his lips, surprised with how it had her juices. Andy complied, giving her a brief, but sweet kiss. “Want you on your hands and knees, baby. Hold on to the back of the sofa okay?” Y/N couldn’t help but feel mushy with how gentle he was bossing her around — when she knew his next actions would be far from gentle.

Holding on to the back of the sofa, she used it to steady herself on her knees, bending slightly so she could arch her back to accentuate her ass. Andy quickly discarded his clothes before rubbing her pussy again and pushed some of her juices in, before entering in her pussy in one go. His forehead rested on her back as he groaned out, “Fuck baby you’re so tight. Been a while huh?” Anchoring himself on her hips, he slid in and out of her at a steady pace.

Y/N moaned out loud as she felt the back of her thighs meet Andy’s hips; he was thrusting into her with no remorse. Her hand travelled to her breast, switching between pinching the nipple or pulling on it. Grabbing her hair with one hand, the bearded man pulled her so her back was pressed firmly against his chest. You’d think that this would give Andy a difficult time to rut into her but it didn’t; instead it just made him drive his cock in her harder and faster, falling into a drum-like rhythm.

“Why are you fucking touching yourself, slut?” Feeling his breath on her ear turned her on more than she cared to admit and she couldn’t even string together a coherent response since the tip of his dick pushed into her g-spot, causing her to moan out loud. “You’re such a fucking mess that you can’t even think straight huh?”

Nodding pathetically was all the response Y/N could offer as she clawed on to Andy’s toned arms; the lawyer then decided to go all the way with his fun by wrapping his big hand around her neck, applying gentle pressure. “You don’t mind this do you, sweetheart?” Shaking her head no, Andy then smiled as he put more force on the sides of her neck as he rammed his cock in her until the tip of his cock repeatedly hit her bundle of nerves that made tears leave her eyes with how good everything felt. The other hand that wasn't wrapped around her throat then lowered itself on her clit, rubbing the hardened nub.

“If only you knew how hard you got me every time you came to work with a tight skirt or pants,” He breathed out against her ear, tickling her with his breath, “Giving me a perfect view of the shape of your ass,” And to emphasize his point he thrust so hard until his cock was all the way in and spanked her ass. “Walking around the office with so much fucking confidence,” He recalled the time wherein she called out an officemate for talking lewdly about her — that caused him to jerk one off in the office bathroom. “But now you’ve been reduced to a dumb cock hungry whore for me,” She wailed out in agreement as his hand squeezed her throat so tight to the point she was now gasping for breath as his other hand wrapped around her tit, loving the weight and feel of it on his hand, grabbing onto it to move it up and down his hand.

“Are you gonna cum again, baby? Gonna cum around my thick cock?” He could feel her walls clinging on to his cock even more, making it difficult to thrust in her but he was determined to keep on sliding his cock in and out. “Yes, so close, please let me cum,” She trailed off as he abandoned his hold on her tit and throat and returned to her hips so he could maneuver her and ram his cock swiftly and harder. “Cum then you, slut. Let me feel you milk my cock,” Was all the permission she needed before she dug her nails into his forearms as came with a scream, “Thank you, sir!”

Even as she was cumming, Andy thrust in and out of her; though his thrusts weren’t as powerful and quick. Once he felt her spasms die down, he slid all the way inside her and came with a groan. They both could feel his cock twitch as it released his load inside her, filling her up with his hot semen. Littering kisses on her back, Andy could feel his regular breathing return — as was hers.

Carefully, Andy pulled out of her, “Can you stand up for a bit, baby?” She nodded and stood up from her position, the lawyer guiding her to sit by the arm rests. Still stuck in her post-orgasm haze, she watched as he moved the coffee table away and transformed his sofa into a bed. Grabbing the spare bed sheet, blanket, and pillows he kept in the office — in case he had to spend the night in the office — he quickly made the bed before he helped Y/N to lay down with him, wrapping the blanket over their naked bodies.

“How you feeling?” It was amazing how he had a quick change of demeanor; Y/N was lazily tracing over Andy’s face with her finger, making the most out of this intimate moment. “Feel good, really good. Always wanted someone to fuck me the way you did.”

Her curt response had him chuckling, loving the way she was being open with him and the way she traced over his features. “Well I’m glad I fulfilled this fantasy of yours.”

Suddenly, Y/N felt small and insecure; was this a one time thing? Just something to release his frustrations and a fantasy of hers that's been fulfilled? Furrowing her eyebrows, she failed to mask her worry as she wondered, “So this is just a one time thing then?”

Hating what she just said, Andy kissed the wrinkle in between her eyebrows as he spoke, “I don’t want it to be. I really want to be with you; if you’ll have me, of course.” A small smile rested on her lips as her eyes brightened up, “I’d want that and you. You’re so amazing, Andy. I admire your strength, resilience, and determination. For someone who could easily give up in life you choose to carry on and look forward to what the future holds. It’s just a bonus that you have a thick cock and know how to use it.”

Her small speech had him chuckling and kissing her nose, pulling her close against him, “What I said earlier was true; I love how you walk around the office like you own the place. You take no shit from people and do your job damn well. Plus, I love your music taste as well.”

Grinning at him she jeered, “Wow can’t believe you still sweet talk your way even if it’s not in a courtroom setting.” Andy laughed at her retort and just grazed his fingertips on her sides, tickling her so he can hear her giggle. Once both their laughter died down, their lips met for a sweet, passionate kiss. “We have quite a mess to clean up tomorrow, Andy,” Y/N reminded him as she referred to the champagne bottle, glasses, their clothes, and his sofa bed — their whole situation, really.

“I don’t care,” He whispered as smiled at her, feeling so much lighter and better having been haunted by his personal demons for so long, “I don’t mind doing anything as long as it’s with you.”

Her heart fluttered with his simple statement; she was then reminded of the new year countdown. Reaching out for his wrist, she checked the time and noticed how a few minutes had passed 12. “Happy new year, Andy,” She greeted him with a peck on his lips.

A short, sweet kiss was returned to her as he planted his lips on hers again — quickly getting addicted to her, “Happy new year, baby. Can’t wait to spend this year with you by my side.”

[shoichee]

Hello! Can I perhaps ask for no. 28. “Make me” from your prompt list for my beloved Imayoshi? It's so nice seeing him here on your theme and avatar and that pERFECT url, it feels like I finally found my people.

HELLO HELLO, and YES I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT NO ONE TOOK THIS URL... considering that it was just an alternative spelling of shoichi and its a rlly short handle too mwehe // im sort of a particular person when it comes to how something looks, whether itd be outfits, drawings, coloring, and the UI of a blog, u name it.... i may have spent hours trying to have the perfect colors for this theme PLEASEEEE, but without further ado here is our man, our little shit, Imayoshi

@knb-kreations howdy! another new work posted here!

Imayoshi x Reader

28. “Make me”

Word Count: 2331

prompt list here

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Imayoshi doesn’t exactly know how he feels about you.

Scratch that, he does know. He’s quite amused at the shenanigans you pull on others around you, and a lot of times, you actually elicit a few dry laughs out of the guy. Other times though, he’d wish that you would just shut the fuck up, especially when all he hears amidst his studying was your loud “whispering” and “hushed” jokes. How you were always nearby no matter where he is was still a mystery that he casually ponders about from time to time. Perhaps your natural tendency to project your voice creates the illusion that you were near when you really weren’t?

No matter, such trivial thoughts can’t occupy his mind when college entrance exams loom closer. Then again, they weren’t particularly difficult; they were simply a hassle to secure near-perfect scores, especially when his chances of admittance rely critically on how well he does.

“That’s an awful drawing of a samurai,” Susa comments, snapping Imayoshi out of idle thought.

“Ho? Is it really terrible if you were able to tell what it is?” Imayoshi chuckles. “The point of a drawing is to convey the right idea or emotion. It seems that my drawing skills hit a bulls-eye with this sketch, no?” He playfully spins his pencil around, patiently waiting for his reply to goad him.

All Susa does in response is to roll his eyes before he turns his full attention back to his notes. He knows better than to try a comeback against Imayoshi, who can easily make it backfire against the person with a pleasant close-eyed smile. Imayoshi, seeing Susa’s nonverbal resign from engaging further banter, also looks down back to his book of scribbled notes and chicken-scratch drawings before he exhales an inaudible sigh.

School just doesn’t cut out to be mentally stimulating for him. It’s a little too repetitive and mundane for his taste.

“Argh!! Oh no!” your voice rang out, despite your poor attempt to be reasonably quiet. “I forgot applications for the Coca-Cola scholarship are due today!”

Coca-Cola… what?

Everyone looks up to warily eye you, and your few friends, who are currently rushing to pull you down and slap their hands over your mouth to mute you, were panicking at the new attention you managed to garner. Even still, your mind seems more fixated on whatever was on the laptop’s screen, rather than what they were doing to you.

Imayoshi can’t help but stifle his audible mirth from how you manage to change the mood of the entire library within seconds.

“How do you even forget something as important as a huge scholarship like that?” Susa says in dismay. “Makes me kind of wonder how (l/n) would handle life after graduation, to be honest.”

“Well,” Imayoshi begins. “I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s best not to underestimate (l/n)-san. Surely we’ve learned our lesson with Seirin?” He toys with the pencil grip before he sporadically draws some lines loosely resembling another sketch.

“Drawing again?” Susa raises a brow. “Have you even been studying?”

“Well,” he replies. “There’s still plenty of time before exams—months to be exact. Could you even study with the current distractions in here?” At his own words, he nudges his chin in your direction.

“It’s not just any exams though, it’s—”

“Whether they have more importance or not doesn’t really concern me. After all, standardized testing isn’t worth stressing out for when we’ve taken essentially the same thing all our lives.”

“What most are worried about is the content inside the exams, Imayoshi,” he said, carefully treading into dangerous waters with Imayoshi’s tendency to take all replies as mind-game challenges for his own amusement.

“‘If you have been paying attention consistently throughout the year, you wouldn’t be having much trouble…’ that’s what you once oh-so-wisely said to Wakamatsu yesterday, hmm?” His mimicking tone drips a hint of arrogance. “Unless you mean to tell me my ears do not work? But by all means, please feel free to correct me.”

“That’s different,” he sighed, his face clearly evident that he was done with Imayoshi’s shit. “That exam only tested content for the past year, not your entire academic repertoire over the courses of middle and high school.”

“I’d like to think that the logic still applies the same way.”

“Well,” Susa heaves with a languid stretch. “You generally score better on the exams than me, so you’re probably right. Still, don’t neglect your studying.”

“Right, right, Susa-senpai~”

“... Please don’t call me that again.”

“... If you say so,” he said, but his smile blatantly showed his real intentions of never stopping his irritable quips. Susa gets ready to pack up his book bag before he heads out the door with a friendly wave. Imayoshi half-heartedly returns the gesture with a casual wave of his own. He immediately notices you also packed up and about to leave with a worried frown, and of course, while audibly mumbling your concerns and makeshift schedules to accommodate time for last-minute essay writing. By now, all of your friends have left for home.

“Ah, biology lab due next week, kanji worksheets due tomorrow, hmm, um, how would I finish this on time… ah, calculus test is tomorrow too, ah shit… should I ask someone to tutor?—ah, but it’s super last minute, and there’s still that scholarship… argh, fuck!” Your voice peaked in volume at the end, and the librarian immediately shot daggers at you.

“Shhhhh!”

“A-Ah! S-Sorry, sorry!”

Imayoshi was watching you with his chin on his arm propped up on the desk, unable to control the smile that escaped his lips. You really were entertaining to watch, and you never cease to bore him.

He turns away to crack his neck and roll it around before methodically packing up his writing utensils and notebooks. Soft shuffling filled the air as he rearranged the items inside his bag. As he turns to pack the last thing on the table, which happened to be the notebook filled with his idle doodling, his face slightly softens at the drawing he did after the samurai. Yes, the one Susa chastised him for when he could’ve been studying. Yes, perhaps he was right when he was terrible at drawing after all; your panicked face and wild hand gestures didn’t really translate well into paper, and it looked a little too much like a horror comic and less than a sketch of you. Still, he’s oddly proud of it.

Imayoshi promptly pushes the chair in and leaves the library, but when he rounds the corner of the adjacent hallway, he bumps into you.

“Er—hi! I mean, please, uhhh… if it isn’t too much to ask—canyoupleasetutormeforthecalculustesttomorrowbecausemyfinalgradedependsonthat?”

Imayoshi winces at the sheer volume of your voice and plugs his ears in out of habit to block out some of the decibels. Wakamatsu was eerily similar to you in that regard. Only difference between the two of you was that you were deceptively intelligent. Extremely so.

“My, my, if it isn’t (l/n)-senpai!” He fakes a surprised look, earning him an eye roll on your end. “You need someone like me to teach you the works?”

“I—what? We’re literally in the same calc class, Imayoshi,” you retort. “Besides, drop the ‘senpai’ honorific. It feels so slimy when you say it so disingenuously… Aren’t we both 3rd years too?”

“I’m so hurt,” he mocks. “What if I was really genuine with you?”

“Look, right now, no remarks from you, Evil Glasses,” you say. “It’s really, really urgent and I don’t know how to grasp the material for the class lately, plus my essay, ugh…” You rub your fingers against your temples in an attempt to make the stressful headaches disappear while Imayoshi simply watches with his eyes slightly open.

“... You usually do well on all your exams, no? Unless my eyes and memory fail me.” It was true; even though you were as loud-mouthed as Wakamatsu, you would often shock a lot of people when your name always appeared in the higher percentiles of exam results. Apparently most students and teachers associate your rowdy personality with an expected subpar academic performance. He has you to thank for when your score reports always cause reactions of utter disbelief from the teachers. You really do liven up the school and make it a lot more unorthodox.

“I guess…” you mumble. “But I really wanna do especially well for this one because math is my weakest subject, and you always score the highest for these types of exams, so…”

“It may be my best subject,” he says, leaning slightly closer to your face. “But I’m not the one with the highest scores in any math subjects throughout these years, and we both know that quite well, don’t we, (l/n)? Why don’t you come clean about the real reason why you’re here?”

“Oh my literal fuck—Imayoshi, you’re one of the best students in calc right now regardless of exam results,” you petulantly huffed, not backing down from his intimidation. Imayoshi notes your cheeks reddening, and he figured it was either because of the close proximity between your faces or the fact you were frustrated… perhaps both. “And you’re the only one around here on campus who I could ask!”

“Really now,” he chimes, moving closer to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure?” With incoherent stammers, you backed away from him, slapping your hands against both of your ears to protect them.

“W-W-What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Looks like I won this one, (l/n)-san,” he purrs, relishing the fact that only he could render you this quiet. “Ho? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I—Shut up!” you lamely shoot back. “You can just say no if you really don’t wanna do this—urgh, I’m leaving, I’m not gonna waste any more time—”

“How hurtful,” he dryly remarks, standing up straight again after leaning for a quite a while. “It’s almost as if you’re rejecting me~” He knew you would always take his bait and quip back (unlike Susa), regardless of whether or not you tell him that you weren’t going to engage further.

“As if,” you snorted, making another exaggerated eye roll. “You’re the last person who would ever be hurt from this.”

“Dear me!” he exclaims. “Have you ever considered that perhaps I don’t help out people for free? Did you think I would be a gracious, selfless person who would help you like a saint?”

“Okay, fine! Perhaps I didn’t think that far ahead, okay? You just were the first person that came to mind, and I thought asking you wouldn’t hurt.” His smirk widens almost maliciously at your words, lips already opening to deliver another irritating quip before you immediately spoke again to stop him. “Okay, Imayoshi, you little shit, just shut up—I don’t wanna hear anything from your mouth right now.”

“I don’t see any reason why I should listen to you at all,” he muses. “Why don’t you make me?” He has a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, eagerly eyeing your next move, and as he expected, you let out a frustrated noise that prompted passerby students to shoot pointed looks towards the both of you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to take a huge step towards him, unceremoniously pull him down to your level, and press a reverberating smack on his lips. His eyes are immediately blown wide open to look at your embarrassed, but determined face. His fingers unconsciously move to touch his warmed lips.

“... That was quite romantic, wasn’t it, (l/n)?” he dryly says, recovering almost immediately from the shock. All the other students fled from the blatantly bold scene to save face. Not that Imayoshi really cared.

“Okay, you know what? Bye, I’m not gonna play anymore mind games with you,” you grumble. “Essays and studying aren’t gonna be done by themselves—wah!”

Imayoshi gently tugs you back to reciprocate back a kiss, meticulously slipping his hands behind your head and on your waist to accommodate you. Your eyes are completely open from the shock that the Imayoshi Shoichi was actually kissing you. You don’t close your eyes from the sensation, completely entranced when you make eye contact with his half-lidded eyes watching your every reaction closely. The kiss ended all too soon, and Imayoshi separates himself from you, secretly admiring your dazed look.

“That was quite a strong reaction to just a simple kiss.”

“I—that was not just a ‘simple kiss!’”

“Now would you like to tell me the true reason why you approached me?”

“You’re… insinuating that you know something.”

“Well we wouldn’t know unless you come clean,” Imayoshi purrs. “I can sometimes be wrong too.”

“Ugh, what the hell—fine, I am quite enamored by you, and uh, I… find it infuriating to be with you, but it also gives me butterflies… so I thought I could be with you more… if I asked you—don’t get it twisted, though! I still need your help to study!...” He covers his mouth to suppress a laugh at your honesty.

“Was it really so hard to say that in the beginning, (l/n)-san?”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m really, really leaving! Fuck off, Imayoshi, I swear to—”

“Ho? Just a minute, darling~” he tuts, reaching to hold your hand. “Perhaps if you offer more kisses as an incentive, I’d be more inclined to offer my expertise.”

“How quaint,” you dryly reply. “It’s almost as if we’re in a relationship.”

Imayoshi can’t help but bark out a genuine laugh. You even managed to pick up some of his mannerisms so quickly.

“That’s an interesting proposal, (l/n),” he murmurs. “Should we try that?” You tut at him irritatedly as you tug your interlocked hands while speed-walking ahead.

“Hurry up, or I’ll consider breaking up with you right now.”

“Ah ha!~” he chuckles at your attitude. “How mean, (l/n)-san! Too bad that we both know that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

[lord-explosion-baku]

Our Love Is God pt. 2

Dabi x Reader

Warnings: mentions of noncon/somnophilia, abortion, dark themes, yandere characteristics, dabi just being a rat tbh

A/N: so like I said that I’d get back to this fic when I got bored or other, more important things were a drag to write and, well, I got bored/other,more important things were a drag to write. TW for talk of abortion. Dabi doesn’t take things lightly and thinks certain things that may make anybody who has had an abortion or has deep feelings about abortion either really guilty or really angry, but that’s not the point. The point of this fic is that he’s a bastard and not a savior. This is pretty short! And yes I plan on writing more, but that’s when I get bored or other, more important things are a drag to write!

Dabi found himself panting when he finally lifted himself up onto your balcony. It had been, what, almost two months since he’d last snuck into your room? Too long, but you hadn’t called him, and he had been busy to see what the hell was up with you. Now he had a couple days to himself, and he couldn’t shake the pestering feeling of wanting to spend them with you.

The door to your balcony was unlocked, thank god; he really didn’t want to have to burn the knob off—why make a reason for you to get pissed at him already? Dabi smirked. You were fucking cute when you were angry, but he wanted his return to be at least a little pleasant.

Unsurprisingly, you were passed out underneath that ugly-ass, pink canopy, snoozing away peacefully and unexpecting. Your bed was built for a princess, but with you sprawled out on your back with your arms splayed apart, your tank-top rising up to expose your soft belly, and your blanket tossed down so only one of your feet were covered, you looked nothing short of a cavewoman. Still hot though, and Dabi missed you.

That was it. Dabi missed you. He never really expected to miss anybody he fucked. He made plenty of girls mad in the past, so when you last kicked him out, it shouldn’t have been any different. He’d gotten used to a routine: sleep with some chick, piss her off, do crime, then forget about her. But since the night you’d kicked him out, he couldn’t get your bratty fucking face out of his damn mind. Was it that you were stubborn? Or was it that you came across as such a lil do-gooder, daddy’s favorite princess and all that bullshit, when you were really just a filthy slut on the inside?

“What is it about you that makes me crazy, baby?” Dabi asked aloud, tracing a finger up from the hemline of your pajama shorts to your bare ribs. He watched goosebumps appear on your tummy and flattened them out with the palm of his hand.

Your only response was a soft snore. Dabi scoffed.

The first time he fucked you, you had been asleep. Or at least, you were asleep when he began. He visited you a couple nights after he and Twice tried to loot your father’s safe. He’d thought you were a cute little shit, and just wanted to see your frightened face again. He climbed in through the balcony and found you asleep in your bed like you were now, only you were laying on your stomach. After sniffing around your room a little, he couldn’t help but crawl into your bed. He wanted to hear you scream, but you stayed asleep, even when Dabi’s hands inevitably started exploring your body.

Dabi couldn’t forget how deliciously wrong it felt to pet your pert little ass while you slept, how exciting it was to rub a knuckle over your clothed slit, how incredibly hot it was for you to cry out when he plunged two fingers into your sopping wet pussy. Yes, you cried, but you also moaned, and Dabi felt you clench around his fingers when he wrapped his free hand around your neck, pulled you back, and whispered to you, “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna love it, babydoll.”

Dabi made good on that promise that night. You took him so well, and it really didn’t take him all that long to get you to sing for him. You liked being taken advantage of, and Dabi learned that the more aggressive he was with you, the easier it was to make you cum. And oh, baby girl, it was just too easy to make you cum.

He was hard now, and he wanted to fuck you, but he wouldn’t. Even though you snored, there was something peaceful about watching you sleep. Of course, that didn’t stop him from palming your breasts, if only just to see your nipples pop against your tank top.

“Why haven’t you texted, huh? Was I really all that bad to you?” Dabi’s voice was soft against your neck as he placed gentle kisses along your warm flesh. He nuzzled his nose behind your ear and inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of your washed hair. “You know I could be real good to you if that’s all you want from me…”

Calloused fingers brushed across flowery lips, the vast contrast between him and you burning a hole into his chest. He leaned over to see your mouth part subtly, invitingly. Dabi took the initiative and planted a light kiss on you. He whispered, “there’s no way you haven’t missed me a tiny bit.”

At this, you hummed, and Dabi felt tension melt from his shoulders. That was an affirmation if he’d ever heard one, which gave him permission to run both of his hands down your sides to take their sharpened places at your hips. He pulled you against his hardened groin and let himself grind his strain courteously into you.

“You know how hot you are, babe? You know how much I missed having you wrap around my cock?” God, he wanted you. He wanted to be inside of you. He wanted to kiss you, and mark you, and love you, and-

You let out a little, “uhh,” from the very back of your throat. Dabi could have damn well nearly melted into you from that tiny noise. He could only imagine what squeaks and squeals you had saved up from him when you woke up.

For a moment, he thought that he would break his resolve to not fuck you—you wanted him to anyhow—and honestly, he probably would have, had it not been for your phone lighting up, snapping his attention to your side table. It buzzed twice, which he could have ignored, and then two more times, which made Dabi grab it, reading the I.D. tag, ‘Daddy.’

Dabi scoffed and used your thumb to unlock your phone. He found that it was your father that texted you, asking about a visit to the doctor’s you made. Dabi kicked back on your bed and decided to dive into the depths of your phone, check your social media PM’s, calls you’d made, etcetera.

There were quite a few messages from boys in there. Some of them were coming on to you, others were asking when they’d see you again. Dabi’s jaw clenched when he read those messages, but he was pleased to see that you’d left all those jagoffs on read, even the ones who were more persistent. Dabi would be lying if he said he didn’t go out and sleep with a couple chicks while you were there ignoring him. You couldn’t blame him. He was a man with needs. But he never called them again. None of them mattered like you mattered, and by the look of things, it seemed like you felt the same way.

Dabi checked your photo album, finding nothing more interesting than the racey selfies you took of yourself, probably trying to feel good about yourself (Dabi sent those pictures to his own phone, before deleting the evidence). Then he went to your search history, smirking at the very specific websites you visited.

“You’re absolutely filthy,” he chuckled in the middle of watching a video you seemed to frequently visit. He couldn’t wait to try this out on you—a little make up sex surprise. In response, you turned in bed, throwing your arm around Dabi’s lap, your elbow just a few centimeters from his erection. Dabi frowned down at you, and clicked out of the video, knowing that it was just gonna spur him on. He decided to look back to see what you searched when you’d last saw him—see if you looked up anything close to ‘sex with a villain’ or the like. But he didn’t find that. What he found was weird. What he found made a pit form in the bottom of his stomach.

‘how to deal with heartbreak’ first caught his eye. Dabi thought that this could have been about him but this was about seven weeks after he’d last seen you. As he kept scrolling, it only got worse.

‘depressed after termination’

‘how to stop the pain without taking medications’

‘best ways to clean blood off of linens’

‘discrete doctors near azabu’

‘should i tell the guy im not dating about pregnancy?’

‘is there anything i can eat to not be oregano?’ (Dabi couldn’t even sneer at ‘oregano.’)

‘top 10 signs you are pregnant’

Dabi’s chest constricted. He nearly dropped the phone on your arm, but that would definitely wake you the hell up. “Pregnant?” He whispered out loud. It only made sense. Dabi never wrapped himself up with you like he did with other girls. There was something so fucking dirty about you taking him raw when he knew you didn’t want to. He knew you were clean because you didn’t fuck around—at least, not before him, which made his frown deepen.

Fuck. Despite the unusual shattered feeling Dabi felt deep in the pit of his stomach, he was still so fucking hot for you. He turned you over so that you were on your back again so he could examine your belly. He kissed you below your navel, wondering that if you hadn’t been ‘depressed after termination’ would there already be a little bump there?

There was a brief flash of a little hand pressing against the swollen stomach of a white haired woman, but Dabi quickly shook that memory away.

“Why, babe?” Dabi kissed your stomach again. Seriously, why? Did you think Dabi would be a shit dad? He probably would be! But he’d still be a dad, if he were raising a kid with you. Did you not know that? And it wasn’t like you didn’t have the funds to raise a healthy child with everything it could ever want and more! You were a spoiled brat and you would’ve raised an equally spoiled brat, and Dabi would’ve loved the hell out of the kid! What the fuck?!

Dabi’s mental fit was interrupted from a little bleep! chiming from your phone. It was from Snapchat, of course, because you were a little social media whore. Not even caring how it could look once you woke up, Dabi opened the snap to see a picture of city lights taken from high above with a little tag that read, ‘wish you were here.’ The user who sent it was nicknamed ‘K’ and their username was something indecipherable. Probably just another one of your rich-bitch friends, showing off the view from their penthouse apartment.

Dabi discarded your phone on your bed and brushed his hands through his spiky hair, cursing softly. He decided to leave then. He needed time to think and reflect. He’d have to bring this up to you sooner or later...if not, he’d figure out a way to work himself back into your life. You probably hadn’t called because you were feeling guilty, rightfully so. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to have you anymore. In fact, he wanted you more than ever before.

Jumping out of your window, Dabi decided then and there that he’d be back. He’d make you talk. And he figured that if he could get you pregnant once, he sure as hell could do it again. Easy peasy. He’d have you calling him daddy again in no time.

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