#i know where he takes you on the date hehehehehe

[worksby-d]

Getting Attached

Pairing: dilf!Andy Barber x babysitter!Reader

Summary: Your friend finds out you've been hooking up with Andy and reminds you that if he's not in it for the long haul, you need to cut it off before you get hurt. Lucky for you, Andy might just be on the same page.

Warnings: Age gap, starting to admit feelingssss, flashback in italics

Word count: ~1,100

a/n: *taps mic* is anyone still out there? 👁️👁️

part one • part two

Andy hums against your lips when he feels you move your hands from his face and gently push them against his chest. “Hm?” 

Not breaking the kiss to respond, your words come out mumbled. “Let me be on top.” 

But he understands you perfectly. His breath is warm against your cheek as he pulls away slightly, laughing before rolling over and bringing you with him so you're straddling his waist, hovering above him. 

Your lips return to his like a magnet. You've hooked up with him enough times now that neither of you are in a desperate rush this time, just sharing slow kisses as you press your hips closer to his. 

His warm hands running up and down your exposed back send a wave of goosebumps across your skin. 

“Why am I always the first one with my shirt off?” You whisper. 

Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his, groaning in frustration when you can't get the third one undone. 

“You gotta stop wearing these button-ups.” 

“Bossy tonight,” he tsks, moving his kisses toward your neck as he takes over unbuttoning his shirt for you. 

When he nips playfully at your skin, his teeth graze against a spot that's sensitive from the other night. 

It reminds you of the conversation you had with your friend yesterday… She found out you’ve been doing more than just babysitting at Andy’s house. 

You moan softly, but pull away. 

There's a pause when you look in his eyes. 

His smile falters a bit. “What's wrong?” 

“I need to talk to you about something.” Your voice is quiet until you try to be stern with your next sentence. “And I need you not to laugh at me.” 

He chuckles, moving to sit up a bit so you don't have to awkwardly talk looking down at him. 

“My best friend found out I've been seeing you…” 

Your voice trails off as you think back to it. 

“Why are you still wearing that?” She teasingly tugged at the winter scarf you hadn't taken off yet as you sat down to eat lunch with her. “It's like a sauna in here–” 

She gasped, bringing a hand up over her mouth when she saw the mark on your neck and put the scarf back in place. 

“Who gave that to you?” She whisper yelled. “Fuck, don't tell me you got back with–” 

“No,” you said quickly, glaring at her for thinking you'd ever go back to the guy whose name you knew she was gonna say. 

When that wasn't it, it wasn't hard for her to figure it out by process of elimination. 

“All you do is work and babysit… Who could you possibly–” 

Another gasp had you rolling your eyes, but you couldn't help but look guilty.

“The dad?!” 

“Shhhh,” You looked around to make sure no one was listening. “So what?” 

“So what?” She scoffed. “He's married.” 

“Separated,” you corrected her. 

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “What about the fact he's basically old enough to be your dad?” 

You shrugged, shaking your head at her. “It's not like I set out to get with him. It just kind of happened.” 

She looked amused by you trying to defend yourself. 

“What, you just accidentally stumbled into his bed?”

“If you must know, the first time wasn't even in his bed, so,” you shrugged again, taking a sip of your coffee. 

“Ew,” she chuckled. “I don't even want to know.” Her look of disgust faded and she got more serious. “May I remind you that you don't do hookups? You get attached.” 

“I do not,” you scoffed.

She didn't bother arguing. She knew she was right and that you knew she was too. 

“You're gonna get hurt if he's just using you as a temporary bed buddy.” 

She knew she got through to you when a moment of silence washed over the two of you. 

Your mind was wandering when she decided to cut the tension instead of make you feel any worse. 

“So the dick is that good?” 

His hand squeezing your thigh pulls you out of your daydream. 

“It's okay…” He assures, thinking at first that you're nervous because someone knows. “I'm not actively trying to hide you.” 

“No, I know,” you chuckle. “I know. But she reminded me that I don't just hook up with people. I get attached and I get hurt. And I can feel myself liking you more every time we see each other. So as much fun as I'm having with you doing… whatever it is we're going, I can't keep doing it if you're only interested in me when we're in bed together.” 

He tries to get a word in, but you're rambling at this point. 

“And this is so embarrassing if that is how you feel–” 

You miss the smirk on his face in your pursuit of avoiding his gaze.

“How do you know how I feel if you won't let me talk?” He teases. 

“Sorry,” you laugh. “The floor is yours, Mr. Barber.” 

“I like you.” He says it slowly to make sure you're listening and it's as if your body physically relaxes hearing him. “I didn't wanna come on too strong and assume you wanted anything more than…” He gestures at the position you two are in and repeats your words. “Whatever we've been doing.” 

“Really?” 

“Really,” he nods, holding your face to give you a quick kiss. 

"So you'd take me on a date?" You raise an eyebrow, gauging whether you really are on the same page.

"I would love to take you on a date," he whispers against your lips.

Wordlessly, you sit up and climb off of him to gather your discarded shirt and the rest of your stuff. 

He lets out a short laugh, confused about if he said something wrong all of a sudden.

“Where are you going?” 

“Don't you listen?” You kneel back on the bed, getting teasingly close to him. “I don't sleep with guys I'm not dating.” 

“We're way past that, sweetheart,” he reminds you. 

You roll your eyes, getting back up. “Let me know when that first date is.” 

“Then you'll sleep with me again?” He jokes. 

“Depends on how good the date is,” you wink. 

He tries to quickly grab you and pull you back in bed, but you're skipping out of his room yelling good night! before he can get you. 

“Brat,” is what his text reads when you get home and look at your phone. 

You don't think your smile can get any bigger until you see the message that follows. 

“Tomorrow. 5 p.m. I'll pick you up.”

NEXT PART

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[dollfaceksj]

I keep making scenarios in my head about how yoongi will react to taes message😭 can't wait to see what actually happens

hehehehehe

can’t afford love | myg (m) #24

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your thumb almost instantaneously locks your phone again

and your eyes travel up to peek at his

but he’s not even looking at you, just walks towards the kitchen to start the dishes

you quietly sigh and rub your forehead

talk about bad timing

you follow him into the kitchen

“it’s not what you think,” is all you can get yourself to say

he shrugs his shoulders with a slight shake to his head

“yoongi,” you mumble as you close the distance between you two

he turns to look over his shoulder at you. “why are you still entertaining him?”

you blink at him in confusion. “i haven’t heard from him in days, what are you talking about?”

he redirects his focus to the dishes and just keeps doing them

you sigh quietly. “does it bother you?”

he says, “no, you can do whatever you want, obviously. you’re single, aren’t you?”

“don’t be like this,” you say under your breath, leaning against the counter next to the sink where he’s standing

“like what?” he says. now he’s trying to sound unbothered, you can hear the shift in his tone

“yoongi, stop.” you take the sponge from him and wrap your fingers around his wrist to bring his hand directly under the stream of tap water to rinse the soap before turning the lever

he turns to look at you and you pull him towards you

he lets you but you can still feel him being tense

he adds, “it’s whatever. he’s just jarring.”

you chuckle at his wording. “what has he ever done to you?”

he stares at you and tilts his head to the side

you avoid his eyes, just busying yourself with brushing his hair out of his eyes

“being the reason why i didn’t take you against a wall in that restroom during joon’s ceremony.”

now he’s being ridiculousssss

you shake your head. “that was because of my dress. has nothing to do with him.”

“no? you weren’t rushing to go chat with him again? didn’t make it clear to him that i was just your ex-husband?” he starts pulling you closer by your waist

damn.

you did actually do that😭

“uh,” you start, already feeling the urge to lie to him bubble up the back of your throat.

he shakes his head. “i get it. you were annoyed, weren’t you?”

hm?

“annoyed?”

“yeah. because of yuna.”

oh.

you’d forgotten about yuna

“oh.” you glance up into his eyes and he’s staring straight at you. “yeah. i guess so.”

he slowly nods his head. “at least you know nothing’s happening between me and yuna because she’d rather do you. like your photoboy.”

you frown at this. “what?”

a dry chuckle leaves his mouth. “what are you confused about?”

“what are you talking about?”

“you think men text women ‘hey beautiful’ without hoping to fuck her at some point?”

you blink at him a few times

like mentioned before

you were never really in the dating pool

because you got with yoongi when you were pretty young

so you’re not sure how men text when they want something

you’re better at reading them in real life

you can’t say there wasn’t flirtatious energy when you spoke with taehyung though

he’s not done though. “men only want one thing, alright?”

what???

“doesn’t that apply to you too?” you inquire, a deep frown on your brows

“all i want is for my life to go back to normal.”

…

huh?? what is he on about?

“but you need to heal first.” he finishes his rant by planting a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling his hands away from your body and returning his attention to the dishes

you just watch him this time, dumbfounded

just as you part your lips to say something, you hear your doorbell ring

you snap out of your trance and head towards the front door

as you open up, you see your mother standing there, holding jun

and jun’s holding a biscuit

“my baby,” you coo as you reach for him and he immediately jumps into your arms

you hug him tightly, kissing his chubby cheeks

your mom enters your home and closes the door behind her before starting heading into the kitchen

wait

wait

WAIT

YOONGI’S THERE

you lied to her about it in the beginning but it’s still embarrassing!!!!

“wa-wait!” you turn to look at her. “where are you going?”

she frowns and then glances down at her hand. “i got a few juiceboxes for jun. i’m just gonna put them in the fridge.”

“oh! i’ll do that.” you put jun down

“spend time with your son. i can put a few juiceboxes in the fridge. do i look like a moron?” she rolls her eyes and starts heading into the kitchen

well…. fuck.

“oh.”

you can hear the surprise in her voice

ohhhh gooodness.

you walk with jun towards the kitchen.

“okay. interesting,” is all she says as she puts the juiceboxes back

yoongi looks extremely awkward

and his cheeks + ears turning a shade of crimson isn’t helping at all

“goodmorning, ma.” he nods at her

“morning, yoongi.” she nods back and scratches the back of her head. “well, i’m gonna get going. need to work.”

without even saying bye, your mom has sprinted out your home

so typical of her

you don’t even wanna know what’s going through her mind atp

you shake your head before glancing down at the gremlin by your feet

“daddy,” he says as he runs up to him

yoongi dries his hands and picks him up. “my boy,” he coos, tickling his sides

jun just giggles and shows his father the spiderman toy that he got

yoongi pretends to be interested and you just stare at this scene in front of you

and you hear a crack

but that crack is coming from inside of your own body

you soon realize it’s your heart

because now you understand what yoongi meant when he said he wanted his life to go back to normal.

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[chris-prank]

I have returned and I must say...

OH MIJN GOD I LOVED IT

My love for Esteban has only tripled. Can you please do something where he is super subby or something please 🙏🏻

- 🇳🇱 Anon

Hehehe I’m glad it suited your taste! 😎 

And I love the anon you chose! If I’m not mistaken, is that the Netherlands flag? 😆

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While you made yourself comfortable on the sofa, Esteban was busy preparing snacks in the kitchen. When he invited you for a movie night, you never expected him to have a home theater. You shouldn't have been so surprised, knowing how much money he made, but despite that you were always caught off guard by this much wealth. It made your average size tv feel like a computer screen compared to the one in front of you. It occupied the whole wall!

“Are you ready?”

You let out a small scream as his voice broke your train of thought. You snapped your head in Esteban's direction. He was standing behind the sofa, tray covered with your favorite treats and drinks in hand. With all these bowls and cups, it was a mystery how he managed to walk all the way here in dead silence. He was always like this, popping up next to you without a sound, like the grim reaper coming to whisk you away. While you were calming your poor heart, the man had already placed the snacks on the coffee table and snuggled up next to you. 

“Did I scare you?” He chuckled while trapping your waist with his arms and resting his face there. 

You patted his back as retribution, a smile playing on your lips. “You know you did, stop playing dumb.” 

“It’s not my fault if you're not aware of you surren–”

Riiing!

The both of you froze in place. From where you were, you could see his cell phone vibrating in his back pocket, making his ass cheek subtly move in the process. Esteban rested his chin on your stomach, looking up at you with a guilty expression. He could clearly see the disappointment flash across your face as your gazes met. He had been out of town for two weeks because of work, so you were hoping to spend some time with him without being disturbed. Besides, it wasn’t the first time that your littles date was interrupted by business calls. Usually you insisted that Esteban should answer, since it might be important, but this time you stayed silent, expecting that he would take it anyway. 

You thought you guessed right as one of his hands wiggled out from under you and reached for his back pocket. Without even looking at his cell phone, Esteban took it out and threw it with force. He nuzzled his head back against you while making a small satisfied whimper, as if he didn't just create a permanent hole in the wall. 

“Tonight, I’m all yours.~” 

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Hehehehehe, I didn’t miss my chance to imply how voluptuous his ass is. 

[wannaeatramyeon]

You/reader and any PTJ characters rented a love hotel room due being so late to book a normal hotel also all transportation are closed. That why both of you can't go home.

hehehehehe. Nasty filthy thoughts abound. Ahem, keeping it clean tho and assuming it didn't start off as character x reader...

Lookism x Reader: Sharing a Love Hotel Room hc

Samuel + Gun

Let's be honest, you're either gonna fuck no hesitation or there's sexual tension ALL night

Gun: [raises eyebrow] is there something you want to tell me?

You: W-what? This is the only hotel with a vacancy!

Gun: [smirks] if that's your excuse. Although I have to admit I've been curious.

You: ...

Gun: I need some foreplay first [rips off shirt]

Gun: Let's fight

You: AHH Samuel! Why are you naked?!

Samuel: I always sleep naked

[You blushing and not sure where to look]

Samuel: I've seen you've staring at my chest all the time...

You: NO I HAVEN'T

Samuel: Y/N. Here's your chance for a closer look

Jake + Goo

Oof. So much teasing.

Jake: Y/N! I didn't know you're this kind of person

You: I'm not!

Jake: You take me to a love hotel? No date? No dinner-

You: I TOLD YOU-

Jake: No handholding! No gifts! No wooing-

You: JAKE!

Goo: Is this how you always act on your first date?

You: This isn't a date!

Goo: You know I usually have much higher standards, Princess

Goo: You're lucky you're cute and I'm easy

You: HEY!!! Wait. What???

Johan, Daniel, Vasco, Zack

oh my god these poor sweet boys.

I'm sorry if you think that anything would happen for the first time but it WOULDN'T

MAYBE once you were a little bit more established in your relationship

Johan would play it cool- "yeah just go to sleep, what's the big deal? It's just a bed."

But these 4 are the same. NO-ONE is getting a wink of sleep

Internal monologue of 'omgomgomgomg' the whole night

You accidentally brush against them? WHOLE body flushes

New internal monologue: "OMG Y/N TOUCHED ME IN BED!!"

DG

There is NO way this man is even stepping foot into this love hotel

What happens if the paparazzi or media finds out?

He's got enough resources to call someone up to pick him up no matter how far away he is

Either way. He'll walk back if he has to

If you're tired and you ask nicely, he'll at least give you a piggyback

[cwritesforfun]

Regina George x Fem!Reader: NYC

I think we’re all obsessed with Renee Rapp as Regina George …

Y/N = Your Name (I will use this sparingly)

I am trying second-person pov for the first time, don't be mad if it sucks.

hehehehehe

Regina's POV

I think the only person I've ever loved is Y/N. I always thought I would know what real love was when it happened to me, but I realized it too late. I lost Y/N because we just experimented with each other, didn't want to commit to dating or coming out, moved to different schools, made new friends, and graduated high school. I texted her one time and it was to tell her congratulations on graduating and she texted me the same. She even moved houses, which I didn't know until I drove there today and there was a new family there and they had no idea where the previous owners lived. I tried calling her, but it gave me her voicemail and I don't even know what to say. Where is she?! And on top of all of this, Mom is taking me to New York City because I've been moping. I don't want to travel.

Your POV ... 1 week later...

You're working at a coffee shop and you smile. You have been so happy in New York. Dad had us move out to Brooklyn to take over his brother's coffee shop and he's been really great. He's grown so much in the role of manager and owner. You work as the assistant manager on weekends and you're in charge of events. You have fun.

It's Saturday and the day has been buzzing with orders. You have never seen so many lattes made or bagels ordered. Truly, this is insane. To promote the business, you had done a 2-hour 50% deal on lattes and your regular customers went CRAZY then they told their friends. Dad would be proud.

You are sitting on your phone eating your bagel during lunch reading your book when you hear a familiar voice order an iced oat milk latte and a bagel with strawberry cream cheese. That's so fetch. You exclaim, "Regina George, is that really you?" She whips her head around to face you and her jaw drops. You say, "You should join me if you're not busy." She nods, grabs her order, and sits in the seat across from me.

You exclaim, "I had no idea you were in New York City." She snaps, "I had no idea you moved. You never told me." You exclaim, "You could've asked one of those times you called me and didn't leave me a voicemail." She asks, "I never knew what to say. If you got those, why didn't you call me back?" You answer, "I didn't know what to say either. I could've told you about the sudden move and made you plan a visit, but I guess I never thought you would agree after we stopped talking... I always felt bad about that. I didn't want to stop being around you. It was just easier at the time than well doing what we were doing." She nods and says, "I missed you." You reply, "I missed you too. My lunch break is over in like 5 minutes, but would you want to hang out while you're in town? My dad made plans for him and me tonight, but maybe tomorrow we can hang out." She replies, "I will have to check with my mom, but I think tomorrow would work. Do you promise to answer if I call?" You nod and answer, "Yes." You both smile at each other and it's like times are like they were in high school. You were happy in high school when you were with Regina, but you never knew if what you did together would lead to something real. You felt like a second choice and it was alienating. Breaking off your fling with her was good for you because it let you be independent at your new school and it let you start to figure out who you were a little. You were bisexual and you were proud.

That night, as you finish getting ready for dinner, you finally ask your dad, "Who are we meeting for dinner? You've been very secretive about this whole night. You just said to dress nice. You have me scared." He hugs me and says, "You'll enjoy tonight. I have a 50/50 chance of being right about that. You look gorgeous tonight, let's head out. We don't want to be late." We leave our house and we make our way to this pizza place that we love that has this fancy upper floor overlooking the piano and more seating. Honestly, it just looks fancy. The food is not bad prices at all, haha. Dad just likes to romanticize our pizza dinners.

We take our normal seats and you watch the pianist play Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik. You know this song on flute and you love it.

Dad exclaims, "Sweetie, our guests are here. Say hi." You turn around and you see Regina with her mom. You gasped and said, "Hi, I'm so confused. Why are you here? Dad, I saw her in our coffee shop today. Did you plan this?" Regina says, "I thought it was weird that we were meeting people in the city because we know no one. Well, except you two and even I just found that out today." Dad says, "Sit down and relax, ladies. Mrs. George and I talked a few weeks back about how it was weird you two hadn't seen each other in a while. We planned this trip when Mrs. George said that Regina had been moping around the house for months and her last happy memory was with dear Y/N." WTF?!? She hasn't been happy since I was hanging out with her?! Regina asks, "How long have you two been talking? Does dad know, mom?" Mrs. George says, "Honey, this is different than that time with John from down the street. This was just a friendly parent-to-parent talk about our kid's well-being. I don't romantically see Y/N's dad. We talk like once a month about finances because I don't get it and your dad hates talking to me about them." lol ... family drama ... Regina slouches and crosses her arms angrily. Shit, she is not happy about something. You used to be so good at reading her. You're out of practice.

Pizza arrives at the table and we all eat while making small talk. Regina refuses to look anyone in the eyes, she just keeps her head down and keeps quiet. You hate this. You want to talk to her, not our parents right now. You nudge her and ask, "Do you want to hang out with just me after this? I could try cheering you up if you'd let me." She answers, "Sure," before turning back to her pizza.

Once pizza winds down, you exclaim, "Hey Dad and Mrs. George, Regina and I are going to go out for a bit alone after this. We will be safe and we will let you know where we go and when we plan to go home." Mrs. George says, "Oh before you leave, I should say, Regina's suitcase is in your dad's car in case she wants to spend the night at your place." Regina snaps, "I'm right here, mom. You're talking about me like I'm not in the room." Mrs. George snaps, "I'm sorry Miss Didn't Say Anything During Dinner and Is Rude To People and Stares At Pizza." OH FUDGE ... You grab Regina's hand pulling her away from our parents and outside the restaurant.

Outside, we start walking and you realize you are still holding Regina's hand. She probably doesn't even want to be holding your hand. It's not like this is a date. You drop it and ask, "Are you in the mood for gelato?" She answers, "Sure." You reply, "Great, let's go. It's like 2 blocks from here."

We walk in comfortable silence until we get there. I open the door for Regina and she thanks me as she walks inside. My friend, Sam, is behind the counter and Sam exclaims "Y/N!!! It's good to see you again!!! Guess what?" You ask, "What's up, Sam?" Sam answers, "Josh asked me out!!" You smile and say, "OMG!!!! You'll have to tell me all about it. I'm so happy for you. This is Regina, by the way. And Regina, this is Sam." Sam waves and says, "Wow Regina, you're really pretty." Regina replies, "Thanks. Could I get a small raspberry gelato?" Sam nods and I say, "And could you get me a small dulce de leche gelato?" Sam nods and asks, "So Regina, are you in town visiting Y/N? She has been rather lonely without you. It's always about you, you know." Regina half-smiles and says "What kind of things did she say exactly?" Sam answers, "She said you were pretty and you are. She said you were her best friend for a long time and you both really liked spending time together. She was scared to commit and she wasn't ready to come out. She said you were her crush for a bit in high school. She said..." You quickly interrupt and say, "I think that is quite enough, Sam. How much is the gelato?" Sam answers, "$8.72." You pay for the gelato then sit in a booth away from Sam. You hear the door open and see two families walk in with little kids. At least Sam will be busy and won't pay attention to us for a bit.

You exclaim, "I know tonight's dinner was terrible, but I'm hoping I can still turn around your night and make it better." Regina asks, "Is it true?" You ask, "Is what true? You'll have to be more specific." Regina mumbles, "The crush on me." You say, "Yes, it is true. I liked you a lot when we were experimenting together and then we broke it all off. It was tough and I had to heal from that heartbreak, but I didn't realize it was heartbreak until I came to the realization that I romantically liked you. And then you were gone and then we graduated and I had to move and the timing was never right. But, I do know three things: I am bisexual and I like you a lot and the feelings never went away." She smiles widely and says, "God, if we weren't by your nosy friend and in a gelato shop, I'd kiss you." You ask, "So. the feeling is mutual then?" She answers, "Yes... I am lesbian though." You reply, "That's pretty cool." She laughs.

After gelato, we hold hands and walk to the Brooklyn Bridge. We were close to it anyway, so why not walk there?!? Haha! Besides, during the day there are tons of vendors, and at night, there are just lots of cars and busy people. You love living in the city. The city also looks beautiful all lit up at night.

As we stand at this pier looking out at the water, Regina asks, "Can we have that kiss now?" You turn to her and answer, "Yes." You kiss and it's like you're the city being lit up at night. You feel bright and you see your future.

[salternateunreality2]

I feel that after Sephiroth took dating advice from Zack and it actually worked, it's only downhill from there

100%

Read at your own risk

Sephiroth now goes to Zack for ALL dating advice, and much life advice.

Zack: Ok, you gotta bring a bow-ket of flor-ets, hehehehehe

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: chicks dig that!

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: remember protection! Don't want a bunch of kiddos running around.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: chocolate is usually a good idea. My favorite is tootsie rolls!

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: Hold the door for her! And dress nice, get a nice clean shirt--Angeal says buttons are a must--and your bluest jeans, not ones you use for working.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: if it rains, some old fashioned gals like it if you carry them over puddles or throw your jacket down so they don't get wet, but that's kinda outdated.

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Zack: And man, here's the real secret: you gotta, and I mean you GOTTA, flick the bean and lick the lunch meat, if you know what I mean. You'll get her super wet!

Sephiroth: Wait, I thought we were supposed to avoid getting her wet?

Zack: only in the rain, man, only in the rain. 😉

Sephiroth: *taking notes*

Later that evening...

*ding dong*

Lazard: *opens the door*

Sephiroth is standing there in a shirt that exposes his belly button and is festooned with buttons, as if it was stolen from an art student's studio after a crazed night before finals where the assignment was to use whatever was at hand and they only had buttons and a bedsheet.

He has also painted a very tasteful strand of DNA next to his belly button in the bluest blue body paint he could find. He removed the harness to accommodate the button shirt, but is still wearing his coat, pants, boots, and yes, pauldrons and gloves.

He is holding a pot full of dirt and...is that a grub? In one hand, and a bouquet of broccoli florets in the other. A plastic bag is dangling from his belt.

Sephiroth: Hello, Lazard. Would you like to accompany me on our scheduled date?

Lazard: 👁️👁️

Sephiroth: 🐱

Lazard: Certainly. Is that a bouquet?

Sephiroth: Yes, even though Zackary pronounced it incorrectly earlier, I discerned his true meaning.

Lazard: Here, let me put it in water. Feel free to set down your...items...as well.

Sephiroth: I was informed to bring things that chicks would dig, so this is a pot of grubs. I also purchased beans and lunch meat for licking and flicking activities later, and a gift of chocolate. Please hold still. *Takes a slice of lunch meat out of the packet and gently applies it to Lazard's face*

Lazard: I'm sorry, I don't understand...?

Sephiroth: Oh! I was supposed to make you wet if it wasn't raining, and since you're using the sink to fill that vase, this was the next best thing I could think of. Is...is it working? Do you feel adequately wet?

Lazard: goddess yes, but, ah, I don't need the meat, well, not THAT meat, on my face.

Sephiroth: Oh! *Licks it off, has a nice little snack*

Lazard: *trembles*

Sephiroth: Shall we go out then? I'm unsure if the beans are meant to be flicked here or abroad; I was hoping you would advise.

Lazard, leaning against the counter, voice coming out in a squeak: We can stay in!

Sephiroth: Are you certain? While full of protein and with a vegetable, this hardly seems an appropriately fancy meal for someone I am trying to woo.

Lazard, hiding his...area d'oolala...and sweating: No it's fine!

Sephiroth: I can always summon Masamune to ward off children!

Lazard: I don't think that would be necessary either way *panting*

Sephiroth: Well, if we're not going out, I would like to show you what else I learned. *Throws another wet piece of lunch meat on the floor, then his coat on top of it (oh Gaia, the button monstrosity is a tank top that shows his arms), then picks up Lazard and walks over it.* There! You wouldn't be wet if it was raining! At least your feet wouldn't!

Lazard, face to face with the hottest man in Midgar: Take your pants off.

Sephiroth: One last thing! *Grabs the nearest door, which happens to be the bedroom door* *beaming*

Lazard: Are you...holding the door for me?

Sephiroth: Yes!

Lazard: fuck me

Sephiroth: Of course!

[violets-and-books]

Greetings bestie I hath read chapter 4 of abrg and bring you these as offerings as my apologies of being so behind

*bows* Enjoy

HELLO IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THESE OMG-

Almost as long as it took you to read 6 chapters of this fic 😝

Alright, going in order!!! These make me so happy, thank youuuuuu 🤗🤗🤗

Kaz and Inej are in for a WILD ride. Jesper really does just rock up like "hey, I have a bf now and also I SEVERELY fucked up" and it's great

Hehehehehe. Jesper has a dirty mouth and Colm has no idea where he got it from (university)

Wylan is gonna get his self-esteem issues loved out of existence. Once he learns to trust Jesper and Colm. Which shouldn't take *checks chapters* toooooo long

Oh, the servants are having the time of their LIVES. Do they know it's fake? Who's to say. The Van Eck heir certainly doesn't act like the papers have said. Is it the best entertainment they've ever had in their known lives? Absolutely.

Jesper is suffering, hehe

Jesper is just. A simp for Wylan's eyes. And I intend to honour that in any and all ways I can

Neither Wylan nor Colm really foresaw how much of a hopeless romantic Jesper is. And, really, it's Colm's fault cos Jesper definitely inherited it from him

Nu

Jesper is a polite young man! He's going to fake date someone right!

Thank you so much for the memes, bestie! 🤗🤗🤗 I'm glad you're enjoying the fic so far!!

[nashusglasses]

2. i'll work it physical (m)

+ based off nsfw prompts: 28.  “I’ll make it worth your time.” & 15.  “Wanna bet?”

read: part one

note: I am a glutton for horny idiot stories. Even better when they feed off each other’s energy so bad it’s just like…. Constant enabling. GOADING. That’s the word!!!! I listened to loveeeeeee song by rihanna the whole time writing this if ur into that :3

note 2: This fic is just pure indulgence of oc and gojo's party sexcapades before all those *feelings* get involved heheheheh

PAIRING. gojo/reader SETTING. college au WARNINGS. stupid ex girlfriends, good ol' fashioned fingerbang in a bathroom SUMMARY. He’ll make you forget about her.

You didn’t cry when Emi broke up with you. She was always taciturn, and it’s not as if you were completely blindsided, either. You’ve always had a nose for disinterest. She’d stopped responding to your good night texts those last few weeks you were together, kept canceling Wednesday cafe dates where you’d play footsies to distract her from doing homework. Maybe you’d reached a threshold. Footsied her to annoyed oblivion, but she always laughed whenever you did it. 

Throwing away an almost-one year relationship, though. You couldn’t lie through the sting in your eyes when you got back to your dorm that night. Not when Natsume’s a nosy bitch who has to know every minute detail of your life. You collapsed into a fit of half-sobs because you refused to be too distraught over someone who couldn’t find the time for you anymore. That’s lazy, Natsume said into your hair. You always liked when she petted your head for comfort. She let you sleep next to her while you wallowed in post-break up misery. I’ll punch her the next time I see her.

That was two months ago. Two months since you’ve seen Emi’s dyed-blonde head, the pretty dimples that came with her smile. It changes tonight.

Sigma Phi is never cheap with their ragers. Neither you or Natsume are in a sorority but you’d be dumb to miss out on sponsored alcohol and free cool ranch Doritos. The house is the tallest on Greek row, all high ceilings and shiny wooden banisters. The kitchen is where you keep comfortable. Away from the strawberry smoke, sticky floors everywhere you take a step. You’re waiting for Satoru to get you your soju when you see Emi walk through the front door.

Her roots are growing out. She’s got glitter on her eyelids, a shiny neck with the scented oil she uses because she’s always hated using perfume. If you step close enough you know she’ll smell like rose petals. Like the sailor’s bewitched limbs twitching with every sweet note of that siren’s song, you’re almost taking a step forward to follow her further into this stupid loud party.

As if he’s cued, Satoru gets in the way with two red cups in hand. “No yogurt soju so I got orange instead. Mixed it with orange soda so it’s ultra mega orange shit. Why the hell are you tiptoeing? You’re like two feet tall.”

“Shut up.” You make a grab for the cup he offers you, tipping back a generous gulp for a show of thanks. “It’s—I saw someone. I think.”

He swivels around. “Who?”

“My ex.” You almost flinch at the term. Moreso at the thought of Satoru calling you bitchless than having lost someone you genuinely cared for.

“Didn’t know you had one.” His eyebrows are furrowed with confusion, leaning back against the counter. He flicks an annoyed hand at the stale chips scattered everywhere. 

“It’s. Yeah. She wasn’t really around to show face towards the end, so.”

“What’s her name?” 

You could think of a million but you don’t feel like spitting venom. You’ve got your distraction for the night. You hope Satoru notices you’re wearing your shortest skirt. “Emi.”

“Emi? Utada Emi or Hirano Emi?”

“The first one.” How he knows more than one is beyond you. Satoru hums at your confirmation.

“She’s in my aerodynamics class,” he says. “What happened?”

“I don’t—I don’t really wanna talk about her.” Because if you do, you’ll probably start thinking about how she made your pillows smell good with that fresh linen scent. Or how she left you little origami cranes on your desk. Or the way she sounded in the morning with drool stuck to her chin—

“Oi.” Satoru snaps his fingers in front of your face. “You good? Sorry I asked.”

“It’s fine. Or. Not really. Whatever.” You finish your drink with record speed. Anxiety crawls through your chest, makes you wonder what the hell Emi could be doing here. Or who she could be doing here. Suddenly you think about an empty room, her clumsy feet traipsing up those carpeted stairs. Looking at someone else with doe eyes like she did when she wanted you on top of her. You crush the red plastic in your hand.

“Satoru,” you say blankly. 

He’s not even halfway done his drink. “Uh huh.”

“Do you know how to make a girl come in five minutes?”

“Depends.” He levels you with a curious stare. Like he’s bracing himself for whatever you’ve got for a challenge. “Can I use my hands?”

“Whatever body part you want.”

“Then yes. Who’s asking?”

“Wha–who the hell else?” You hiss. “You finishing that?”

Satoru looks down at his cup, then back up at you. And when he doesn’t immediately respond you just swipe at his hand to guzzle down the ultra mega orange shit. It’s not half-bad. A sweetness easy to swallow, not like the Casamigos he took with Suguru earlier. 

You let the dizziness settle. Satoru stares you down. “I’ll do it in two,” he says. “Wanna bet?”

It’s cryptic. And then you remember what you asked him. You squirm with the heavy suggestion. 

“Bathroom,” you order, and Satoru leads the way first.

Natsume’s sitting pretty at the bottom step of the stairs. She’s got a blunt pinched gently in her mouth, lights up with her inhale when she sees you. She dims into gossip when you come up to her. “Oh my god. Did you see–”

You nod, not that keen on hearing her name when you’re off to forget it. Satoru skips past and up two steps at a time with nothing more than a hey roomie. Natsume’s mouth quirks up in acknowledgment.

“Don’t scream too loud. Or do anyway. I can’t feel my fucking fingers from the music.” 

She slaps your ass when you pass her. “Take a shot with me after,” you call. Natsume winks. Satoru’s got the bathroom door wide open for you to walk through when you catch up.

For a frat, the space is clean. No nasty caulk jobs and the toilet paper holder’s actually full. You’ve got no time for more analysis when Satoru slams you against the door. “Jesus,” you groan.

He swallows what little else you have for complaint. His mouth is sweet on yours, coaxing your tongue for taste. “Nice skirt by the way.”

Satoru’s hands are greedy where they pull. Cupped under your jaw, teasing a touch on either side of your tits, then right down to your ass where he squeezes. Hard. 

“Keep going,” you mumble. Biting down on his lip when he grips you tighter, and you feel the coarse rut of his boner when he presses you harder against the door. “God. Get me wet.”

“I’ll make it worth your time.” He breathes wet kisses on your neck. Sucking deep till you twitch in simmering pleasure. 

“You fuckin’ better.”

He sneers in response. But he kisses you like he’s just as electrified. Needy for whatever high he’s promising to deliver on, and you want it fast. He juts into you, lifts your leg around his hip just to get the angle right. 

“Okay. Fuck–just.” You take his hand, fit it snug where your panties ride up on your pussy. He laughs against your teeth.

“Get me wet,” he mocks, playing with the arousal you just denied. You blush. Desperate measures. You’re glad your body responds to his this quick. Only to your detriment, because he knows you’re terrible at bluffing, and now he’s laughing at you. “You’re funny. Two minutes?”

He circles your clit with a rough finger. Too much, not enough. In the haze of your muddled head, the visual is enough to spark that heat. You’ve always liked his hands. There’s something about seeing it disappear under your skirt, like you’ve got something to hide. You offer a moan when he teases a finger inside.

Satoru leans a hot mouth into your ear. “Your girl ever get you like this?”

Your eyes are wide open. From his provocation, and now he’s got one finger snug up your pussy. “Oh my god.”

“You don’t need to answer,” he teases. “I know she didn’t.”

“You–” He sets a slow rhythm. Deep where it counts, grinding the palm of his hand till you moan from your chest. “You’re evil.”

Again. He knows you’re bluffing. That wet sound every time he moves is proof enough. You’re just talking because you’re not embarrassed anymore. You’ll let him have his way with it if it means you don’t have to think about anything else.

“Don’t be shy,” he prods.

Another finger, this time with less drive. You buzz from the intrusion. Knocking your head back on the door when he bottoms out, absolutely not shy with the sounds you’re making. Satoru kisses you into muted excitement. 

You don’t think he’s timing it. You sure as hell aren’t. As if you were ever scared he wouldn’t deliver. “Go faster,” you urge. This is probably one of the only two bathrooms available for use. You could at least taint it quicker than anyone else can.

“Cute. I like when you’re bossy.” You initiate a kiss this time. Slipping tongue and an indulgent moan down his throat, and that’s what spurs him on. 

His drive is back. Drawing out more wetness with earnest fingering, the guttural noises straight from your gut. Your eyes roll back with the feeling, heat unfurling faster than the blood trying to reach your fucked out brain. 

“Fuck, oh my god.” Your fingers curl into his biceps. “That's–yeah, oh my god I’m. Close–!”

He crowds you in again, forehead on your sweaty one. Nothing to say, letting your panting do all the talking for the both of you. His fingers hook into every wet spot, ramming the edge of his hand on your clit till it’s battered into ultra-sensitivity. You twitch with his every move. 

“You better fuckin’ come over tonight,” Satoru groans. You’ll look down at that hard dick later. You know he’s fostering the pain with quiet lips. How considerate. 

“W-Whatever. Yes I’ll–just–oooh fuck.” He’s jacked the speed to eleven. No more pretense of easing you into it. The sound is enough to get you off, wet thrust for wet thrust. “Satoru,” you whine.

He kisses your nose. “Hmm?”

“If I squirt it’s on you,” you warn.

“You say that like a threat.” He shows no sign of stopping, too. He’s impatient with anticipation, and you’re fading fast. “You’ll give it to me?”

You were kidding. Sort of. It’s not off the table. All you know is the heat is building and you’re about to explode. “Ye-es!”

“So do it,” he presses. 

He curls his fingers with every sharp jut against your core. You hang your head low, letting that high come to you, and you unfurl with the release. Shaking through a tiring orgasm, clawing tight on Satoru while you squeal. “Oh fuck.”

He’s relentless with the come down. Drawing out those waves with taut fingers, focusing deep. You don’t squirt but his wrist is disgustingly wet. 

“You’re hot,” he says when you drop your leg. You slump against him with a groan. “Look. Prune fingers.”

You don’t look but you know he’s wiggling them. Always in awe with what he can do to you when you’re down for it. You’ll let him bask in your orgasmic glory, because you’re just as good as getting him undone.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s get back, I wanna see Natsume before we leave.”

You shift your skirt till it's decently covering your ass again. Satoru washes his hands. You both ignore the bulge in his sweatpants.

Then someone knocks on the door.

You think you’ve always believed in fate. Some cosmic divinity keeping a watchful eye on whatever energy waves you’re spreading out into the universe. Because when Satoru opens the door for you, it’s Emi, and she’s looking disheveled, but not in a good way.

A pang of sympathy echoes in your chest. Your fingers twitch forward, already thinking of how to move her hair behind her ear.

Satoru beats you to a greeting.

“You look like shit,” he jests.

Emi ignores him. Stares right at you, and your breath stutters. You’re not as taken by her beauty, this time. Not when she shot you down, dug her heel into your heart, got it all muddy. You grab Satoru's hand. He doesn’t say anything when you curl your fingers into his.

“Take care of yourself,” is all you croak out. This time, it’s you leaving her behind.

Natsume’s gone from her bottom perch. You don’t feel like finding her anymore. Satoru keeps you close to him when you walk back downstairs.

He stops you when you don’t stop walking towards the front door. For the second time tonight, he asks: “You good?”

You shake your head. “No. But we’re going back to your place. Distract me some more.”

Satoru’s smile is wicked in its suggestion. “I can do that,” he confirms.

He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way back to his dorm.

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andi !! here’s a prompt that is so self indulgent but i know in my heart you would write so well!! mike and will in college in a big city, running to catch a late train home from dinner/a club meeting/an event. it was raining outside, they’re out of breath, will has crashed into mike from the momentum of being pulled inside the car, and mike’s got his arms wrapped around will and doesn’t seem to be too keen on letting go. (oh. and at a second glance— the car is deserted except for the two of them.)

hehehehehe okay this one was fun, and i flipped it just a teeny bit, but here you go my dearest suni <3 some modern byler in nyc together!

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i get lost with you.

It’s raining outside.

It’s raining outside, because of course, it is, and Mike’s Converse are water-logged, and his socks are soggy and gross, and he’s completely soaked to the bone—so much so that he probably looks something like one of the sewer rats that New York City is so famous for. It’s raining outside, and look, rain definitely wasn’t in the forecast today, because Mike had checked—many, many times, thank you very much—before leaving his dorm this morning and making the three or so hour drive to Will’s place for their date.

Then again, Mike supposes he didn’t really pay much attention to what the weather would look like at nearly two in the morning. Truth be told, he’d expected the night to look a little bit different—that he and Will would go out for dinner at whatever place Will had decided on (since this is Will’s city, and he knows it far better than all the shitty travel websites Mike had been trying to look through), maybe walk around a little bit and do some sight-seeing (since Mike’s only been to NYC a few times and is nowhere close to being familiar with his boyfriend’s home), and then head back to to Will’s place for some much needed alone time (since it’s really a pain in the ass to go from seeing each other every single day over the summer to only seeing each other every couple of weeks). 

But then tonight, things hadn’t exactly gone like how Mike had planned. Though, if Mike’s learned anything this year, it’s that sometimes the best things happen to him when life doesn’t go according to his plan.

(Will Byers? 

Not exactly part of Mike’s plan. 

Will Byers? 

Absolutely, without a doubt, the best thing that’s ever happened to Mike.)

So yeah, Mike’s vague plan to get dinner and sightsee for a few hours before going back to Will’s place had been all but thrown out the window in favor of a much more spontaneous, chaotic kind of evening, stretching into the darkest hours of the night. Honest to God, Mike doesn’t know how they ended up this far away from Will’s place in Manhattan, and it’s not really that reassuring when Will takes out his phone and pulls up the Maps app and sheepishly admits he doesn’t really know where the two of them are at. But at the same time, Mike can’t bring himself to care.

He hasn’t laughed this hard or had this much fun since—well, since camp earlier this summer, back when he was with Will and with the rest of the Party. College is great and all, and yeah, Mike has a handful of friends at Brown. But none of them are the Party, and none of them are Will. 

And truthfully, Mike feels most like himself when he’s around Will anyways, so that’s why it doesn’t matter that Mike’s Converse are water-logged, or that his socks are soggy and gross, or that he probably looks like one of New York City’s rats. 

All that matters right now is that he’s with Will—right where he belongs.

“Come on!” Will laughs, and he looks up from his phone, turning around to look back at Mike. There are rain droplets caught on his eyelashes, and his cheeks are a slight shade of pink, probably from running around the streets of Brooklyn or the Bronx or whatever the fuck burrough they’re in right now, because Mike lost track a while ago. “There’s a station right up there!”

“You said that a block ago,” Mike points out, unable to keep a cheeky grin off his face. Boyfriend or not, it’s still fun to see Will get a little riled up, and besides, Will looks really cute when he rolls his eyes.

(Mike would know. He’s an expert at making Will Byers’ eyes roll.)

Will indeed rolls his eyes, and then he narrows them slightly at Mike, playful and fond but also exasperated. “Sorry,” he says dryly. “I thought it was closer than it was.” 

“Yeah, well,” Mike replies easily, and he grins again as Will’s eyes narrow in suspicion, “I probably shouldn’t have trusted you to navigate us in the first place. God knows you have no sense of direction—”

“More than you!” Will huffs, spinning around and pushing on Mike’s chest lightly. There’s an offended look on his face, but he’s also clearly trying to hold back his smile. “I’m not the one who got his entire cabin lost in the woods for six hours—”

“That was one time, and I wasn’t even a counselor yet, so really, it was Jonathan’s fault—” 

“It was definitely more than one time,” Will interrupts, rolling his eyes again at Mike. There’s a smile tugging at his lips still and a fondness in his eyes that both seem to say, You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot. 

And God, he looks beautiful, wrapped up in the windbreaker Mike’s glad now he grabbed on his way out this morning, ecause maybe a couple hours ago, Will had gotten chilly, and of course, Mike had given him the windbreaker without any hesitation. And honestly, it’s more to Mike’s benefit than it is Will’s because of the simple fact that Will Byers wearing his clothes is something that Mike’s not sure he’ll ever get over. 

“I don’t remember there being any other times,” Mike whispers back, just to be stubborn and just because it’s stil fun to tease Will like this, to get him riled up, to see if he’ll take the bait, to jump back into the push and pull that is their relationship.

Of course, it’s Will, and he takes the bait—because God forbid either of them let the other one have the last word. He narrows his eyes again, that playfully exasperated look stillon  his face, and he takes another step towards Mike, pressing on his chest lightly. 

“You got lost last summer in the woods with Dustin and El,” Will reminds, his voice low and teasing. “Lucas, Max, and I had to come find you and your campers. Remember?”

Rain continues to fall from the sky above them, and Will Byers stands right in front of Mike, with his playful little smirk and his rosy cheeks and his eyes full of a dare—challenging Mike to finish what he’s started, to join him in this dance of theirs, and to find an adequate enough quip to keep this argument going.

And truthfully, Mike can’t find it in him.

The rest of the argument’s there. The bantering’s there too. The playful back-and-forth, back-and-forth that they’re both so accustomed to—that’s all still there, buried somewhere in the back of Mike’s mind. But right now, Will Byers is right here, shivering a bit still from the cold and the rain, and his hand is still pressed gently against Mike’s chest, and he’s here, he’s here, he’s here.

And all Mike wants is for him to be closer.

It feels natural when Mike reaches his own hand up, curling his fingers around Will’s wrist. The touch is still like electricity, even now, and Will must think so too, because his breath catches as Mike pulls him closer and kisses him—slowly, carefully, deliberately. 

Will’s lips are slick with rain water, and the faint taste of the strawberry ice cream he’d ordered a couple hours ago lingers still. With his free hand, Mike reaches out towards Will, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close, close, close but still not close enough. Immediately, Will’s other hand reaches up to cup Mike’s face, and his fingers are gentle but freezing against Mike’s cheek. 

The closer now that he is, the more Mike can notice just how much his boyfriend is shivering—an unfortunate reminder that, as much as he’d like to stay here in this moment with Will underneath the street lamps in some shady Brooklyn or Bronx or whatever neighborhood, the two of them should get out of the rain and go home.

“We should get going,” Mike mumbles, though he makes no effort to pull away. 

“Yeah,” Will whispers back, just as breathless as Mike feels right now, “we should.” 

He doesn’t move away either, still looking up at Mike with a softness in his eyes reserved only for Mike. The street lamp above them shines right on Will, casting him in a gentle, golden glow, and when he smiles again at Mike, less playful and more tender now, Mike feels a bit weak in the knees.

It’s funny in moments like these to think about everything that brought them here. All the chaos and the fighting and the drama that brought them here—to these little moments stolen for the two of them, where Mike looks and where all he can see is Will Byers. 

And maybe, just maybe, it’s too soon to tell… but Mike gets the feeling that moments like these are only the beginning for the two of them.

So, he leans forward, pressing another brief kiss against Will’s lips, before pulling away and smiling. “Come on,” Mike says softly, “we should get home.”

**

The subway station’s dark and empty, Mike counts at least two rats that scurry past them on their way down, and oh yeah, the train’s about to leave.

“Shit,” Will swears as the two of them make it down the last of the steps and catch sight of the subway doors closing. “Shit, shit, shit—”

And look… look, Mike’s only been to New York City a few times with his family, and God knows that they were not taking the subway on those trips to the city. His first time riding on one of New York's world famous subways was, in fact, just earlier today, and it’d been a rather harrowing experience, if Mike’s being honest. Will had definitely given him shit for it, but that’s nothing new.

Anyways, Mike’s experience with New York City and its public transit is fairly limited, but he knows the stupid subway system runs 24/7. If they miss this train, then that’s fine, because then, they can just wait here until the next one comes in.

All of that to say, Mike doesn’t really get why his boyfriend—his “used-to-be-on-the-track-team” and “doesn’t-get-breathless-chasing-after-six-year-olds-at-camp” boyfriend—is currently hauling ass towards the subway like the world will end if they don’t make it to the subway car this time. But whatever reason Will has for hauling ass towards the subway, Mike is getting dragged right alongside him—Mike, aka the “horrible-at-every-sport-but-especially-track” and “does-get-breathless-chasing-after-six-year-olds-at-camp” boyfriend in this relationship.

It’s great.

Somehow though, Mike manages not to trip over his own two feet, and he manages not to fall to certain death when Will pulls him into the subway car right as the door closes. The momentum does, however, send him crashing right into Will’s arms, and together, the two of them stumble backwards, barely able to stay upright until Will’s back hits the metal pole in the middle of the subway.

“Ow,” Will mutters with a wince, but still, his arms wrap around Mike, grounding him, holding him close, and steadying him. He’s still soaking wet—they both are—but not shivering as much as he was moments before. 

“Sorry,” Mike breathes. He doesn’t make an effort to pull away, because this time, he doesn’t need to. This time, they’ve got nowhere to be, and they’re no longer caught in the rain and the cold, so Mike can just be here. He can just enjoy this moment with his boyfriend.

Will blinks the rain droplets out of his eyes, and he gazes up at Mike, a small smile forming on his face. His arms are still wrapped around Mike’s waist, and he’s pinned up against the metal pole in the middle of the subway, Mike’s body flush against his own. Surprisingly, he’s just as breathless as Mike is, though Mike thinks it’s not from their little sprint into the subway car.

“‘S okay,” Will whispers back, resting his hand carefully against the small of Mike’s back. 

A beat passes.

There’s nobody else in the subway car, Mike notices. That’s a little surprising, especially for New York City, but hey, he’s not complaining here. Alone time with Will is something that’s awfully hard to come by—especially being in a long distance relationship—so Mike will take any time the two of them can get alone together that the universe is willing to give them. 

“You gonna let me go?” Will murmurs, his voice low and his expression teasing. That playful look from before has returned to his face, and he knows exactly what he’s doing, goading Mike back into their familiar back-and-forth, flirty dynamic. Will has Mike exactly where he wants him, or maybe Mike has Will exactly where he wants him. 

“Never,” Mike whispers back.

And then, without another moment of hesitation, Mike’s lips are crashing into Will’s, and his hands are cupped around Will’s face, pressing him back into that metal pole even more and keeping him right where Mike wants him. A small, muffled noise escapes Will’s lips in the briefest moment of surprise—to which Mike nearly has to laugh, because Will knew exactly what he was doing and really shouldn’t have been surprised. 

There’s something to be said about the way that kissing Will makes Mike feel—that even after all this time, a kiss from Will Byers would still feel like electricity, like a lightning strike during the middle of a storm, like every single one of Mike’s senses has been awakened and brought to life by the sheer proximity to Will. It’s no wonder that Mike so consistently has felt drawn to him, even in those years where he’d never admit it, and it’s no wonder that every single step towards Will Byers had sent Mike Wheeler careening towards a point of no return. 

Every single bad decision that’s brought him to this point just fades away, because Will is here, his body still a bit cold and damp just like Mike’s own, his arms pulling Mike closer to him and pressing the two of them together, his lips soft and warm and pressed against Mike’s—never once giving a moment of respite because that’s not Will. Because Will’s always kept Mike on his toes, always met every single challenge with one of his own, always pushed Mike and pulled Mike, and always made Mike better because of it. 

And in this moment, the rest of the world seems to disappear, the way everything always does when Mike is with Will. Everything about Will demands his attention simply because he’s Will, and his presence is intoxicating and magnetic, continually pulling Mike closer and closer and closer to him without any effort at all.

“You,” Will mumbles against their kiss, and he runs his hands underneath Mike’s shirt, causing Mike to shiver at his touch, “should come visit me more.”

It’s not a demand, because God knows that’s not Will either. For as long as Mike’s known Will, he’s known Will as the type of person who only asks for something when he  really wants it.

That fact causes a smugness and a warmth to bloom inside Mike’s chest, and he pulls back, just enough to breathe and to smirk at his boyfriend. “Should I?” he whispers.

A smile tugs at Will’s lips, and he rests his hand gently against the small of Mike’s back, pulling him closer still. “Yeah,” Will breathes, his voice low and raspy, “you should.”

He kisses Mike again now, slowly deepening the kiss with each moment that passes—and Mike hums, leaning into the kiss and running his thumb across Will’s cheek carefully.

“Okay,” Mike murmurs, his lips still lingering against Will’s, “but only because you asked so nicely.”

Will huffs out a little laugh, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. “And because you like me,” he teases back, and he adds, with a kiss between each word, “You. Like. Me. So. Much.”

This time, Mike can’t help but laugh, and he smiles back at Will as the two of them meet his eyes. 

Just like before, the argument’s there. The bantering’s there too. Their playful back-and-forth, back-and-forth—all of that is still there. Mike doesn’t think that’ll ever change. He hopes they never change.

But right now, all Mike can do is smile at his boyfriend and kiss him in an empty subway car in the middle of the night somewhere lost in New York City and whisper, “Yeah… I really do.”

[gothsuguru]

i am going feral over this and idk where it even came from but????? this might even be ooc but i HAVE to tell someone about it or i'll go insane!!!!!

imagine? suguru?? in his slump and really sad and just angry and depressed era and idk he's become borderline toxic while dating you [reader] and POTENTIALLY cheats on you oh god i can't imagine that sweet man doing it BUT BARE WITH ME!!

ur ass leaves him of course maybe even ghosts him when u find out and he is devastated and shoko/satoru give him shit and no one wants to indulge him in anything about you

then a few years later ur back? maybe u even unblock him because u've moved on and all and he's trying so hard to win u back but u always say once a cheater always a cheater but over the years he's gotten his shit together and he knows what he did and he's willing to take every precaution possible so that u never have doubts! AND HE's 100% changed! but ur so hurt!!!!!

AND IDK WHERE IT GOES BUT IN SOME SCENARIOS IN MY HEAD! u guys end up sleeping together!!!!!!! but u do not want to go further into anything emotional and he just wants to be so close to u that he doesn't even care if he's just a part of ur roster.

AH! IDK THIS IDEA MIGHT NOT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE LOL BUT I JUST HAD TO GET IT ALL OUT!

ANOTHER ONE OF MY GUILTY PLEASURE FICS ARE ONES OF SUGURU REGRETTING & WALLOWING IN SHAME/GUILT AFTER CHEATING ON READER AND READER NOT FORGIVING HIM 🤭🤭🤭 women who ARE angry and STAY angry my BELOVEDS!!!!

but omfg… I SEE THE VISION omfg why do i kinda wanna write this now (since it’s your idea i won’t don’t worry! i’m NAWT an idea stealer!)

ALSO! i feel like i can see suguru being somewhat of a cheater just because he in canon is a Betrayer… he’s devoted in certain lights he’s scummy in others and in this case i can see him being a toxic “bf” and cheating on reader and then vomiting with guilt </3 ALSO YESSSSSSSS SHOKO & SATORU BEING ON YOUR SIDE AND NOT ENTERTAINING SUGURU!!!!! i think satoru especially would be disgusted w suguru… maybe satoru used to have a latent crush on you or smthn and now he’s like? i didn’t go after reader bc of THIS fucking fool and THIS is what he does to reader???

AND YES!!!! even if suguru has genuinely changed, i PERSONALLY would never forgive him + would pray on his downfall + would break everything in his house and also his bones in a fit of rage 🩷 but reader is better than me ig 🙄 so them unblocking him in a way of moving on does make sense! it’s like… he’s not even on their radar anymore!

OOOH AND THAT LAST PART… maybe it’s bc i’m a Certified Hater™️ and have extreme pride and it’s informing the way i would see reader but i don’t think i can see reader sleeping w him 😭 but i do see where you’re coming from, it’d be delicious to see that for reader it’s just a physical thing w no emotional attachment and for suguru it’s So Much More… it’s emotional to him! i also think suguru would be like “i’ll take what i can get” but i can’t even grant him that bc he’s gotta suffer hehehehehe

it’d be so fun to see reader get w someone like toji and reader + toji genuinely hit it off and suguru sees them one day and he’s like oh i fucking hate my life… well… DESERVED! SUFFER BITCH!

anyways omg your Mind anon……. Your Mind…. it’s so deliciously evil i’m in love <333

[yesyourstalker]

Ikkan: well I thought you liked Raian...... Well then ask them out on a date.......... Well then ask the hangout you know just the two of you I'm sure they'll understand what you mean when you ask them............................ We're not in elementary school noji I'm not sending them a note................... You need to do it on your own you'll be great. You should start dating........you know what I meant..... Well then try doing it after the tour..........no.. I don't think we're going to do anything this year. we're kind of at that point where days like Valentine's Days and isn't really a big deal for us.

Neta: surprise babe!! [kisskisskisskisskisssmksss] I got you flowers chocolate and treats!! and it's your favorite chocolate. [Kisskisskiss] from haddaido!!!

Ikkan: it's super expensive to ship overseas you didn't need to- [kiss]..................mmm [kissing]

Noji: ......uh hello

Ikkan: oh! noji sorry.....yeah I think I'm just going to stay inside maybe buy some discount candy tomorrow just feels like another day..... Your hands are cold

Neta: [kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss] I got a reservation at your favorite restaurant I was thinking we can have a nice dinner maybe a movie and get freaky after hehehe like we used to do. [Kiss kiss] I bought you another present but imma save it for tonight

Ikkan: shush hehehehe he might hear you!.... uh I wouldn't say settled I don't think I settled. We're comfortable, we're secure we don't...umf ..........we don't need to go above and beyond for each other anymore you know that we love each other

Neta:[kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss] we can get freaky now fuck it

Ikkan: heheh .. stop that tickles....hehe.... .*ahem*..I guess content would be a better word. Like mom and dad but you know......... Eventually we're just going to be like them fighting like old people

Neta: [kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss] hang up the phone. [Kiss kiss]

Ikkan: no

Neta: fucking body slam you

Ikkan: don't you dare..... Okay to be fair I did think they were divorced too apparently not. They don't really tell us anyTHING.... NETA PUT ME DOWN! HAHAHAH STOP.. HEHEHEheh .... Ooff! Neta!

Neta: heheheheheheheh

Noji oh that other line:........................... Oh yeah exactly like Mom and Dad.

Ikkan:........I'm sorry.... HA! stop heheh I'll-I'll call you back........... Could at least take my shoes off before my pants... I'll call you back see you noji. Bye

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[chvoswxtch]

hi can i pls get an old fashioned where reader is besties with elektra and in a relationship with matt and what that would look like? i can’t stop thinking of the dynamic between ellie and reader from your wedding fic! it literally hasn’t left my mind since! thank you!

AHHHH AKDKDKH YES YOU CAN THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS BC I HAVE THOUGHTS

akjkshd heheheheh you're an angel for this thank you

headcannon below the cut >:)

matt murdock being the third wheel in his own relationship

matt hates, absolutely hates with a passion, that you and elektra are best friends

that's not true. he secretly loves that two of the most important women in his life are so close

but he does hate when you both gang up on him, which is often

i believe with every atom in my body that elektra would be the most amazing best friend. if she notices that matt is dedicating too much of his time to his lawyer life and vigilante life instead of you, she's gonna call him out on it, and remind him that if he takes you for granted, he'll only have himself to blame if you walk away

"you're too smart to act this stupid. you know what's really most important to you, matthew. act like it."

and if he's slacking on taking you on dates, elektra is more than happy to step in, leaving an exasperated matt waiting up for the two of you well past three in the morning after a night out on the town

"what? someone has to take your girlfriend out, matthew. you're certainly not taking her on any dates lately."

she would play referee when the two of you argue, which is rare, but she would be there to call matt out on his bullshit and also to encourage you to be patient with him, reminding you both that your love is more important that whatever you're fighting about

no one is rooting for your happiness more than elektra natchios

while matt agrees to teach you a few self defense moves at fogwell's, elektra trains you to use weapons and shows you everything that he won't, which of course nearly gives him a heart attack when he finds out

"you've been teaching her what?!" "calm down, matthew. it's a dangerous city, you know that better than anyone. a girl has to know how to protect herself. you want her sitting around helpless, waiting for you to come to her rescue, devil boy? absolutely not."

he's also gotten used to sleeping on the couch when he inevitably gets kicked out of his own bed when the two of you have slumber parties

but he doesn't actually mind, because while he pretends to be asleep, he listens to your late night conversations with a smile on his face, since they usually end up with your wine induced confessions to elektra about your dreams for a future with him

even though he pretends to get annoyed, I think it would make him happy that elektra isn't alone, and that she has a family now in you and him

I think it would also make him feel better to know that while he's out at night, she's there keeping you company so you don't feel alone

I think he would also have that added peace of mind that nothing is ever going to happen to you between the two of them, because elektra will protect you just as fiercely as he does

in conclusion, my dream is to be in a throuple with them. thx for asking <3

[littleflower-19]

Halloween costume as a couple jar character

Smut of course hehehehe

Welt

I can see it so perfect a doctor and a nurse how got him dress up easy . You told him kids would love it if more adults dressed up for Halloween and he got soft . But of course first he was gonna dress up as a robot which you fast declined. So you choose nurse and doctor that's fits him perfectly a handsome old caring doctor hehehehehe and a nurse who tries to kiss him. But he didn't avoid it he accepted them each one which makes you crave them more. This doctor got your heart fast

Dan Heng

You don't know how it happened Dan Heng was in his god form bc of a Mission. And he came back he was about to turn back till you stopped him asking him to come like that to Halloween town. He was confused why like this but he didn't asked . What did you Dress up a maid as you got fast ready you enjoyed your time outside having some Candy walking together making some jokes here and there but oh my Lord . You couldn't take your eyes off him so handsome and uhhhhhh you can feel your panties getting wet. You got his attention by calling him out "master this maid is wet" you said he blushed at your words and now here you are in the park on the field of beautiful flowers where. Nobody is around ,getting fucked by Dan Heng holding his back ."nghhh~ more m-master" moaning till you both came. Well that was a treat for sure~

Blade

Ähm so I need to explain that one vampire and withe cat . It was already hard to get him into that outfit and now you getting rammed in that outfit."why has my prey trying to run how adorable doesn't this kitten want more~"talking in deepvoice fucking you hard not be able to answer properly. "B-af-y ngha~!?"moaning hard as his dick reached even deeper hitting you gspot. He giggled "why don't I suck you blood little kitten don't worry I give you lots of treat's ~ why don't you meow for me more" he licks you neck as he grinds you deeper.(what a treat indeed)

Jing yuan

Cat and witch he picked the outfits he was enjoying the time at home with you eating candy . tricking kids with jumpscears but once that was kinda over the night you enjoy his kitten servers getting All licked up down there nice and wet ."Mrs witch your mine" you hold his cat ears as he eat you out making you cum hard on the couch. He licked his lips as he zipped his pants and boxers down showing his hard dick."how about I get my treat now miss witch~" and he did with you getting fucked all night longe.

Sampo

Pirate and mermaid it fits you being the big beautiful treasure he got.ley me tell you though it was gonna be a cute date but no it was him trying to get more money but it didn't work.you pulled his ear hard and he was getting some smack's on the head. But you enjoyed the rest of it he doi g some pirate jokes and saying at how he got the big treasure in his hands. It made you blush kissing his faces as he smiled happy.

Gepard

Angle and devil you being the cute devil and him being the protecting angle .Mann but it on for you to smile which it did and made him happy but having some people see the general putting on a costume was kinda funny.but that aside he enjoyed Halloween with you getting candy talking to other people and there outfits throwing eggs(just you but and up with a slight angry Gepard telling you to clean it up) holding hands kissing here and there and now you getting banged behind a tree from him moaning as he hold your hips as he moaned as well. He kissed you deep as he massaged your breasts, you moaned as he speed it up.holding his arme as support to hold on and getting raw railed from him was like heaven itself.

[literaphobe]

TVL CHAPTER 10!!!!!!! This chapter said “we kinda already know these people have issues, but let’s get into WHY” and it was SO GOOD!!!

Both of them avoid looking too deeply into things so they don’t get hurt and, while I can understand that, it makes me soooo insane!!! Because if they talked about it HONESTLY without FILTERING THEMSELVES then MAYYYBBEEE things could get better. But of course they won’t do that because it’s too scary and unpredictable and in both their minds it could maybe lead to the END OF THE WORLD. So if they ask themselves “what the worst that could happen?” Well. It’s that.

and yet. AND YET!! They can’t live without each other. They’ll come back to each other either in some way or another because life doesn’t feel right without them. It’s so AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHH but like in a good way. 10/10

heheheheh HIIIIII

i think it’s definitely a good and long overdue time to reply to this ask and i was so glad to post ch10 bc while a lot of the information it presented could probably be inferred through bits and pieces teased in tvl chapters it’s nice having to actually see how much pain these characters have been through before tvl canon timeline… namely, it focuses on the fallout AFTER those big scary situations. u don’t see the adrienapocalypse (apocalypse where he died as opposed to the chat blanc apocalypse where maribug died) happen or the adrienette break up but u get a sense that it happened and then u see how deeply it affects adrichat. and u get to see him watch how much it hurt maribug. even though in his perception at the time that was just ladybug hurting from her own separate relationship breakdown

the tragedy of that is of seeing chat noir observe and greatly empathize with everything ladybug is going through and telling him about. that, even though he questions and poke holes at some of her choices and logic, he ultimately AGREES with her once she explains and spells things out. he SIGNS OFF on his own dumping as a result, inadvertently tells his ex gf that leaving him was the RIGHT thing to do. and it’s upsetting to see because you know that if he knew the truth he’d completely switch up and beg her to stay. it’s sad because he agrees with their break up on a logical level, but emotionally he would’ve tried to stop it somehow, because he can’t give up on their love even if the universe is at stake

this is evident when it comes to tvl ladynoir. Tvl chat noir knows about the chat blanc incident. he’s heard every page in the book of reasons why they shouldn’t date each other, shouldn’t fall in love. LOGICALLY, he knows why ladybug would reject him, REGARDLESS of her feelings. emotionally, this pisses him off and makes him want to put an end to their Arrangement to feel SOME kind of control over the situation. because the hold she has on his heart is so strong it renders him helpless. but well. his feelings for her won in the end, at the end of ch10. The chapter shows you how much he’s been hurt and pained but how he inevitably puts it all aside because she always comes first to him. it also shows how she’s adamant about his importance, and how inevitable ladynoir is, in that it only takes a matter of weeks for them to majorly gravitate towards each other again post breakups. and then again in the final scene their inevitability in terms of how angry and messy it could all get but STILL there chat noir is, running back to her. and there she is, giving into his whims. CRYING during their reunion

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked: What if they kissed? (You know who 😈) AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! 👀 Maybe he's like... having a dream about them making out LMAO Oooooo I like to imagine Namida having the same dream as him heheheheh

Send "What if they kissed?"

and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

It had been a rather impulsive decision. Kamui wasn't sure what came over him when he decided to push her down on the couch, so she'd be below him while he hovered above her.

Sapphire hues would stare down at her, taking in the features of her face.

She was... really cute. He knew this well, it was the first thing he'd always think when seeing her on any day.

Namida was so cute, so, so cute.

Those cute smiles she'd shine at him, those adorable laughs she'd let out whenever something amused her, or she teased him. Damnit, he wanted all of that all to himself. He didn't want to share something so valuable.

He wasn't even sure WHEN he exactly started valuing something like that, just the features of another person. Something he originally couldn't care less more. But, he's noticed so much about her over time. The more he did, the more he became obsessed with wanting more from her.

So many greedy thoughts. Especially knowing she probably shared those smiles when on her fake dates too.

''Hey... Namida....'' He leaned down closer to her, their faces just inches apart.

''When you smile at me the way you do, do you also smile that way for other people? Do they get to see the Namida that I always get to see?'' He questions, though not really expecting an answer.

''I hope you know by now... I hate sharing. I don't like sharing you.''

He inches a bit closer, gaze bearing into hers deeply. Intensely.

''I want the parts of you no one else gets to see. I want more from you. All of you. Namida....'' He'd kiss her finally, rather chaste given how he hasn't kissed since their first meeting.

It was brief before he'd pull back slightly, ''Can you let me have more...?'' He'd kiss her again, and again and again. Eventually getting lost in the feeling of her soft lips, quickly becoming obsessed.

.............

Eyes opened up wide, quickly sitting up as he recalls what he was just dreaming about. He takes a few deep breaths before fingers irritably run through disheveled hair.

''....Damnit, I shouldn't be wishing all of that actually happened.''

Now he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, thinking about all of that.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Hehehehehe it's literally 2am I was about to go to sleep but screw it sleep can wait let's get this show on the road!

Request #1 for our dear doctor Ian Wright.

Ian Wright x male reader where the Doctor has a crush on the reader who's this scientist working on the quantum leap project as well, ian and the Reader are working on Ziggy when Reader compliments ian on something which makes them blush. Reader says "When you blush it's the cutest thing ever."

I have a lot more but let's start with this one first

HEHEHE mkay

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The Cutest Thing Ever

Ian Wright was always quick for typing out solutions, finding out problems, and keeping everything together. But for some reason their brain words short circuit whenever Y/n was around they would not know what to do or forget their train of thought.

Ian at some point started talking to you only because they found out you would be working with them from now on. Ben would tease you often whenever the group was together and after he would mention something that aligned with what Ian was saying Ben noticed Ian look at y/n and away looking slightly flustered.

Ben would cackle and look back at his notes as the discussion continued.

Today would date one month working together with their crush and still couldn't figure out a formula that could make them ask you out. You and Ian were working one late night trying to figure out something with Ziggy. it was a long process but you and Ian were typing away to get the answer. until Ian chirps with delight.

"oh my goodness I think I found the solution" they proceeded to explain what the solution was and you smiled watching them "Good Job Ian you always find the best solutions" you smile noticing them blush suddenly typing faster for some reason they said a soft "o-oh thank you"

you chuckle which made them stop typing looking at You once more "w-what is it" they would ask. "oh it's nothing, just, when you blush it is the cutest thing ever." you said and they were shocked looking at you for a long moment before looking at their computer as if what they wanted to say was on there.

they save whatever they were doing and turn off the computer. "would you like to g-grab something to eat with me?" Ian asked shyly. you stood up and walked towards them "I would love to Ian, but are you asking me out?"

they clear their throat and looked away for a moment closing their eyes before looking back at you "yes, yes I'm asking you out y/n" Ian would place their hands in their pockets.

you smile brightly leaning closer and kissing their lips lightly "then once again, I would love to" with that you took the lead taking their hand and guiding them out of the facility. Ian was a flustered mess but smiling

hidden in the corner were Ben and Jenn "ha told ya hand it over" Ben said taking twenty bucks from Jenn who rolled her eyes placing a bet that Y/n would make the first move. But Ben said Ian would make the first move as far as asking the other out.

"Ugh, I'm not betting ever again" they both laugh before leaving soon after.

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