#i lean towards he can't taste the spiciness and then i wonder what he tastes instead

[guinevereslancelot]

so since capsaicin works by causing pain basically so does that mean that superman can't taste spicy food? or since all his senses are enhanced does that mean spicy food is extra spicy for him?

[weepingwillowwonder]

#2 Helluva Boss Thoughts/Imagines: NSFW [Minors DNI!! 🔞]

Fizzarolli x Needy!Reader ft. Ozzie

CW: Dirty Talk, Oral sex (Giving), Getting caught

"Sooo...what's got you all riled up today?" Fizzarolli nonchalantly asks as he shuffles through his closet. You lift your head from the crook of his neck and take a slight step back, hands sliding from around his middle.

"What do you mean? I'm not..I haven’t been-" you resorted, pouting and crossing your arms. 

He nods and throws you a knowing smirk over his shoulder as he cuts you off, "Uhuh, yeah oookay. It's not like we've already fucked twice today or anything, babes. Not to mention we've only been up for like...an hour." He pauses his search, taking a shirt from the hanger. 

"We've been up for two and a half hours..." you mumble from behind him, shifting and turning away slightly in annoyance. He lets out a laugh with a mumbled ‘sure’ and continues getting dressed, turning to face you as he buttons his dress shirt. "I love that you’re so…motivated first thing in the morning," he pauses as he finishes the final button and steps closer to you, reaching to turn your face towards his. "But you're normally not so...forward." His finger gently strokes your cheek offering you a smile. "I'm only wondering what's got you so spicy today."

"It's nothing!" You sigh dramatically and roll your eyes, leaning into the hand on your cheek. "Is it a crime to wanna fuck my attractive partner..?" Your sultry tone flusters Fizzarolli, the redness in his cheeks growing as you close the distance between you. "Of course not! Buuuut I need to get ready before-" He starts, breath catching as you sink to your knees in front of him. 

"Okay..." you whisper, holding his heated gaze, "Then you'll let me make you feel good right...?" Your fingers hook under the waistband of his panties, looking at him expectantly. He licks his lips, briefly checking the time and glancing at the open doorway behind you. He hisses in arousal as his gaze is brought back to you nuzzling his clothed member. "Please baby boy? Just wanna make you feel good..please let me…" You whine, slipping a hand between your thighs in an attempt to relieve your own desperation. 

A hand finds the back of your head as his hips press forward against your mouth. Your lips part slightly to heighten his sensations, tongue peeking out to stroke against the lacey fabric of his undergarments. "Fuuuck, Fuck! Okay..." He grits out, gripping your hair when he feels the vibrations of you moan against him. "J-just be quick, I told you I don't have a lot of time-" 

As soon as he gives you the 'okay' you're dragging his panties down his legs and immediately take the tip of his hardening cock in your mouth. "A-ahh!" Fizzarolli cries out from above you, his hand tugging at your hair. You can't help but moan at the heavy feeling of him in your mouth, bobbing your head to taste more of him. You’ll admit, you were feeling particularly needy this morning and while Fizzarolli was accustomed to keeping up with multiple rounds, he was starting to get sensitive at your touch. "Doll, please, ah! Slow down..!" You were sucking him dry, or at least attempting to. Your hips continue rutting against your hand, becoming sticky with your own arousal. You were so lost in your own frustration that you didn't hear the footsteps of someone entering your shared bedroom. 

"Oh my.." A silky voice behind you brings you back to reality, sliding your lips off the cock in front of you. Fizzarolli groans when you pull off of him, watching the spit trailing from your lip. He gives his other partner a shy wave and a lopsided grin. "What did I just walk into?" Asmodeus asks teasingly, a similar grin on his face as he crosses his arms. 

Your hand drops to the floor and you sit frozen, unsure what to say at being caught by your partner. “Ozzieee! Oh you know, just…j-just finishing getting ready.” Fizzaroli answers for you, biting his bottom lip. He hopes his answer is satisfactory for both of your sakes. The sin stalks closer to you both, coming to stand in front of you both, nodding. “Uh huh.” 

His hand makes his way to the top of your head, gently petting almost as if you would a companion animal. “Hey baby..” He murmurs softly to you, as he normally does. Coming into an already established relationship was already hard enough, so he took extra special care to make you feel welcome in their space. In your space. You timidly looked up to him offering a quiet ‘hi’ before turning your attention back to the one in front of you.  

“Fizzyyyy frog, I thought we discussed you being ready by the time I returned?” Asmodeus’ tone was still playful but somehow teetered on the line of seriousness. “You know, so we could get to the meeting on time?” Fizzaroli nodded at his words, torn between the guilt of not following the explicit directions he had been given and the throbbing between his legs.

“W-well baby here, woke up a little needy so I was being a good boyfriend and making sure they were taken care of, that’s all…We were getting ready, I promise!” Fizzaroli answered, fingers twiddling together nervously. Asmodeus sighs and slides a hand down his face. He pauses at the guilty looks you both give him, before leaning down to give Fizzaroli a kiss on his forehead. 

“It’s okay hun, if we hurry up we may still be able to make it on time...” Asmodeus’ fingers teasingly trail down your back, pulling a soft moan from you as your eyes flutter close. He hums, pleased at your reaction. His hand smoothes over your ass before pulling back to give it a firm smack. You gasp loudly, wide eyes looking up to him with your mouth hanging open slightly.  “And while Froggy is getting ready…” His voice lowers, “why don’t we take care of this little problem you have, hm?”

[theres-a-body-here]

Excuse me? I just want to you to know your writing and content are tasteful. So I was wondering: after watching a certain burial scene, may I please request a Alucard (Castlevania) x M!Reader. It doesn’t have too spicy, maybe a little vanilla and sweet.

omg thank you! No problem.

Alucard Tepes x Male!reader

The library of the castle was dimly lit by the glow of the moonlight filtering through the dusty windows. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of pages turning as you read quietly at one of the wooden desks. The musty scent of ancient books permeated the area, giving off an eerie atmosphere fitting for the castle's history.

Feeling a chill run down your spine, you jump slightly as something cold encircles your neck. Your heart skips a beat, but you quickly realize it's just Alucard standing behind you. You relax and return to your book.

His hands rest gently on your shoulders before moving to wrap around your chest, leaning on you. You can feel his cool lips press against your neck, sending another shiver down your spine, but this time it's from the pleasant sensation.

"It's late," he murmurs softly in your ear, placing another chaste kiss under your ear. "You should be in bed."

"I couldn't sleep," you respond, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry if I woke you."

You hear a low chuckle as he nuzzles closer to get a look at the book laid open on the table.

"You didn't wake me," he says softly. "What are you reading?" He sounds genuinely curious now, resting his chin on your shoulder to glance at it's contents. When he sees that it's about fungi, his amusement grows evident. "Fungi? That's quite the nighttime reading."

"They've always been calming to me," you say, continuing to trace the lines of the drawing on the page with your fingertip. "There's something comforting about their simple existence—consuming, growing, spreading…"

Listening intently, Alucard smiles warmly at your words, charmed by your fascination with the seemingly mundane topic. He can't help but find your interests adorable. "Is that right?" he asks softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You nod before turning your head to look at him. "Is there anything that calms you…when you're feeling restless?"

Your question lingers in the air as Alucard contemplates his answer. Instead of answering immediately, he turns his gaze towards the window, lost in thought. The silence stretches on for a moment before he finally meets your gaze. And when he does, his expression is different; warmer, almost nostalgic.

"Yes…there is."

But instead of elaborating further, he remains silent once more, leaving you wondering.

Feeling a little confused, you turn your attention back to the book, waiting for him to elaborate. However, the longer the silence drags on, the more your mind starts connecting dots you hadn't before. Realization slowly dawns on you, causing heat to rise to your cheeks as you avoid looking at him.

"O-Oh...." you stammer, feeling silly for taking so long to figure it out.

At your reaction, he smirks playfully, "Oh?" he teases lightly, hiding a chuckle.

He doesn't waste any time in sliding his cold hands over yours, pulling them away from the book and gently places them over his chest, drawing your attention to him. Underneath your fingers, you can feel the steady rhythm of his beating heart.

It's faint, but beats regardless.

"Did you really need to ask?" he asks softly, meeting your gaze again with a knowing smile on his lips.

"I guess not," you reply, unconsciously leaning closer to him without realizing it.

Seeing your action, Alucard squeezes your hands reassuringly before leaning in himself. Your lips met halfway—his cold ones contrasting sharply with yours. As they collide, you feel a sudden chill spread through you as his cold seeps into your body, stealing your warmth.

The kiss deepened, and his grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you closer, pressing you against him firmly.

After everything, there was still an emptiness within him, but somehow sharing this small part of yourself helped fill that void—if only briefly.

[daisybianca]

pairing: charles leclerc x femalereader

summary: you and charles are childhood friends since like... forever?! one day, you're reading one of those books you very much like to read and he gets curious, wondering what it is about. little does he know that you're actually reading literal porn.

warnings: mentions of sexual activities, cursing words

(a/n): i got the main idea from character.ai and @ blairetaylorsversion ! Go check her work out. She's got fluffy, spicy, and also angsty stuff to read about <3

YOU SAT ON the warm beach sand, reading a book, while your friends swam and played in the water. You were so focused on the spicy scene you were reading that you didn't notice Charles leaning over your shoulder, trying to also get a glimpse of the action. When you finally did, you jumped slightly, caught off guard by his presence. A smirk formed on his lips as he saw your face turn slightly red from embarrassment.

"Shit, you scared me, you creep!"

Charles laughed slightly, before saying, "Oops, sorry!"

He looked back down at the book in your hands and raised his eyebrows, looking pretty intrigued.

"What are you reading there?" he asked playfully.

"None of your business." Your tone was sharp.

"Well aren't you a bit sassy today, huh?" he said with a smile.

He leaned back in the beach chair next to yours, keeping his arms crossed and looking back at the book. You could tell by his facial expression that he felt stubborn and was determined to see what you were reading.

"I'm not telling you what I'm reading about."

"Aww really? Why not? You can't make me super interested in something and then deny giving me the details..." he said with a pout.

With that, he tried to reach out and take the book from your hands. When he grabbed it, his hand brushed against yours, causing him to look up at you instantly.

"Hey, quit it, Charles!"

Charles looked up at you with a small smirk. He wasn't giving in that easily.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me," he said, trying to look innocent.

He refused to let go of the book and was pulling it back towards his side.

"Oh, come on. Why do you even care?!"

You started to feel a slight flutter in your stomach when he wouldn't let go of the book. He was so close to you and he was being playful, which made you feel weird.

"Well now I care even more because you're not telling me. You're making me more curious," he said, moving his body closer to yours and trying to look over your shoulder to see the book.

"It's a romance book."

Charles's eyes widened instantly. He looked intrigued and excited to find out more.

"So it's about love? Is it a romance? Is it about someone falling in love with someone else? Is it juicy?" he asked quickly, his words blending together.

"Too many questions."

"Oh, please, tell me..." Charles whined playfully.

He pulled the book back towards his side, then leaned his head closer against your shoulder, resting his head on you.

"It's um... very spicy."

Charles's eyes widened again.

"Ooh, spicy, huh? Is it about two characters being in love and doing it?" he asked excitedly, his eyebrows raised.

He pulled the book back towards his side again, putting pressure on it so it wouldn't slide away easily.

"Stop acting so childish. You know my taste in books."

A wide smirk appeared on Charles' lips. "Yes. And i daresay that they are particularly mild compared to what you can do in private."

"Shhhh!" Your eyes widened as you scanned the crowd around you. "Stop it! There are lots of people here."

"What are you scared of?" Charles asked. "The news of you and me having the most perfect sex while we're supposed to be childhood friends isn't really going to make me stop flirting with you in public."

You couldn't help but rolled your eyes. "Oh, come on, Charles! Stop talking that loud! You make me wanna hate you so bad sometimes."

"Apparently, last night wasn't one of those times, right, love?"

[shhh-no-ones-home]

Food for thought*

Timmy!Wonka x reader

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Promt: he can't get enough of dinner, they can't get enough of each other.

*- boy howdy this is spicy

Tags: @hotchaosemporium thanks for the pre read 😘

Also I added this from my phone instead of my laptop so if the spacing is weird that's why

Song: sweetest pie by Dua lipa

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i smiled when i heard the front door creak open of our old house. it had seemed like such a long day. but he was finally home. so it didnt have to feel that way anymore

"y/n?"

he called out.

"in here."

i yelled back, stirring the pot in front of me.

"something smells good."

he mentioned as he stepped through the doorway of our tiny kitchen. it seemed even tinier with his shelves of ingredients lining the walls, the two-person table being the only surface uncovered.

"i made dinner. i hope you like it."

he hummed in content as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"looks good too."

he commented, and i could feel him smile as he placed a gentle kiss against my neck.

"roasted quail with garlic potatoes and sauteed green beans. and a little something for desert but youll have to wait for that. its still baking."

he groaned and squeezed me tightly to him.

"that sounds amazing! after the day ive had i am starving."

I just kept pushing the green beans around in the butter.

"Here, taste."

I scooped one out, pinched it between my fingers and held it up to him. I watched him intently as he bit it slowly. He moaned, rolling his eyes as he bit the rest out of my hand.

"Absolutely amazing."

God he was beautiful. How did I get so lucky.

"Then I think it might be ready."

I pulled away from him and turned the stove off, grabbing plates down from the cabinet.

"I think you might be right."

He said picking another bean out of the pan and crunching on it.

"Here before you burn yourself."

I laughed, handing him the plate and he gave me a playful smile.

"I just can't help it."

He stated, going for another one.

"Willy!"

I called, handing him a fork.

"No!"

He protested, laughing as he shoved it in his mouth.

"Fine, if you won't listen and not burn yourself I'll just have to do it for you."

I stabbed a potato with my fork and offered it to him. He leaned forward and bit into it, his lips wrapping around it as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful chef as yourself."

He complimented as he pulled me to him, taking the rest of the potato into his mouth. I swallowed hard, watching him intently.

"Sometimes I ask myself the same question."

Then to my surprise he took the fork from me, placing it on the counter.

"Dinner can wait."

He said, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat rising in my body as he gripped my waist.

"Delicious."

I said, giggling as he pulled away. He tasted like garlic now. He smirked at me.

"Yes you are."

He said lowly, pushing me towards the table. When my back hit it he lifted me on top of it before yanking his silk scarf off. I watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed, leaning down and kissing me harshly.

"Will-"

I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips into mine, cutting me off as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ground his hips into mine and I could feel him getting harder. As he kissed me I reached up and started unbuttoning his vest, pulling it down his arms before going back and doing the same to his shirt.

"God I love you."

He panted, reaching for the hem of my dress and lifting it above my legs so it was sitting on my waist.

"I love you too."

I said, pulling his lips to mine, pushing his trousers down in one swift motion. As we kissed I could feel him unlacing my dress, the cold air hitting my chest as part of it fell down my shoulder.

"I need to taste you."

He said breathily, dropping to his knees. I leaned back, lifting one leg over his shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine as his warm breath brushed over my thighs. In a moment his mouth was on me, licking a stripe up my folds. My hand immediately found home in his soft brown curls, lifting my leg higher as he sucked against my clit.

"Please."

I whined, feeling him moan into me, circling his tongue against my clit. Then he added one finger, pushing into me. Then another, pumping slowly as he sucked and bit at me. I dropped my head back.

"Will-"

I gasped out, my legs shaking against him, dragginf my heel up and into his shoulder blade. He licked at me a few times before standing up, his eyes glossed over and spit dripping down his chin.

"Gorgeous."

He breathed out, kissing me harshly. He moaned into me as he pushed his hips to mine. I could feel his rock hard cock against my folds and scooted my hips closer.

"I need you."

I whined, reaching down and grabbing him, dragging his head between my folds. He squeezed my thigh and pushed into me. I gasped, my head dropping back as he filled me. He took that as a sign and started kissing and sucking against my neck. He hummed against me as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Right there."

I sighed, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing him deeper. He let out a whiney moan as I scraped my nails down his back lightly.

"Fuck."

He gasped, picking up his pace, slamming his hips into mine. I held onto him tightly as he began to pound into me. I could feel the knot in my stomach. He kissed down my neck again, pulling one hand up to toy with my exposed nipple. I moaned loudly as he pinched it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Keep going!"

I moaned out, rocking my hips against his.

"Lay back."

He instructed, helping me against the table. He pulled my dress up more before reaching forward and kneading my breast.

"So beautiful for me."

He said, digging his fingertips into my hip as he picked up the pace. I watched him intently as he let go of my breast, sucking his thumb before reaching down and circling my clit. I arched my back against him as my orgasm ran through my body. My legs were quivering and he continued rubbing my clit.

"One more. I believe in you."

He said softly, his pace losing its rhythm.

"Oh my God."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I clenched around him, reaching down and grabbing his wrist to make him stop. I could feel him cum inside me with that motion as I released a second time. His pace slowed and all I could hear was both of our heavy breathing, my heart pounding in my ears. It took me a moment before coming back to reality. He was hunched over me, sweat dripping off his curls and onto my chest. I could feel him softening in me, both of our cum dripping onto the table as he pulled out.

"Let's eat dinner so we can do that again."

He panted and I laughed, sitting upright and kissing him. He smiled against me as I pulled away.

"I could stand to go another round. Before desert."

His eyes lit up and he smirked at me.

"Believe me darling, we won't make it to desert."

[sky-kiss]

For the prompts: I’ve been thinking non-stop about your professor/barista au and would LOVE to see the date/the aftermath of said date 👀

A/N: Dude, I’m so glad to hear people like this dumb universe. Have a second prompt coming in for the same verse later. 

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Raphael x Tav: You Cannot Invite Her to Italy Yet, My Guy

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The temperature has dropped low enough to warrant a coat when they leave the restaurant. Tav shoves her hands into her pockets, turning her face up to feel the breeze on her skin. It’s fresh in a way you rarely experience in the city. Her head is pleasantly swimmy off good wine, food, and better company. 

Tav smiles to herself. Raphael lingers on her left. The wine has left a flush of color in his naturally tanned cheeks. She reaches out without thinking to adjust the hang of his scarf. He stiffens momentarily before relaxing, allowing her to smooth nonexistent wrinkles from the lapel of his jacket. “Well, I’d call that a successful first outing.”

“How gratifying to hear. Haarlep would never have let me live it down otherwise.” He holds out his arm. “Come, the night is young.”

“Oooh, a secondary location. I am doing well.” She tucks her hand in the crook of his elbow. 

“Exceeding all expectations, my dear, I assure you.” He sighs, angling down the street. She relaxes, hugging her guide's arm to her chest. Heat radiates through his jacket, much needed. The material smells pleasantly of him, a touch of spicy bleeding into the cherries and musk. A little creepy to go around smelling your date, but she won't apologize. Most men didn’t smell half as nice. Raphael continues, his movements and voice looser. He’s in his element, rarely liquid; it’s charming. “You read, you brew, you’re well-spoken…what more could I ask?” 

Tav snickers. “My, I’m uniquely qualified.” 

He tips her a wink. “Almost as if we were made for one another” 

It’s a terrible line. Raphael is attractive enough to make it work. Tav rolls her eyes, shrugging under his arm and dragging it over her shoulders. If he’s going to make his moves, she'll try hers. The barista winds her arms around his waist. “Look at that. We fit, too.” 

He stiffens, staring at her in a mix of amusement and wonder. It’s too open for the typically confident man. Tav fears she overstepped. Raphael chuckles, bringing her free hand to his lips for a kiss. “Wonders never cease.”

They wander for a while. He angles them towards a park. They talk about books they’ve read and the places they have traveled. Tav has never been to Italy. Raphael spent a decent portion of his childhood on the Mediterranean coast. 

“Do you get back often?” 

“Less than I’d like. But I am always looking for a new excuse to visit.” He glances down at her, eyes glittering. “In the dark heart of winter, Italy, Spain…they seem like a dream.” Raphael purses his lips. A real mischief crosses his face. “If you require a guide one day…” 

Oh, she shouldn’t. It’s the magic of the evening; it’s the chemistry and the company. She can't stop from saying, “I’d like that.”

They walk a little longer. When it comes time to part, Tav lingers by the door, chewing her lip between her teeth. It’s too early in the relationship, but she’s still chasing the high. “You could come up?”

Raphael chuckles. The professor leans over her, curling a finger under her chin, tipping her head up. He brushes his lips across hers, more delicate than she’d like, still tasting the rich cabernet they had with dinner. “Expectation will make such things all the sweeter, pet. Perhaps next time.” He kisses her knuckles and turns to go. 

Tav just stares after him like a love-sick idiot: a little disappointed and a little giddy. 

Before she drifts off to sleep, she sends him a text. Dinner, Saturday. There is a tapas bar near her apartment, and it only seems fair to continue their faux Mediterranean tour. 

She hates that his response makes her blush: he is, as ever, delighted to serve as her guide. 

[noneedtoamputate]

Happy holidays, @land-sh. I'm your HBO War Secret Santa, and I hope you like this modern holiday AU featuring Ron and Carwood. I know you don't live in the United States, so I wanted to let you in on a few things in case you didn't know (and my apologies if you already know). The Pentagon, where Ron works, is home to the U.S. Departmen of Defense, and Instacart is an app where you can order groceries and get them delivered to your house. Fair warning for anyone else reading, it's just a tad spicy toward the end. I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season, no matter how you celebrate!

Ron stared at the calendar hanging in the kitchen. If looks could set paper ablaze, the month of December would have burnt to a crisp thirty seconds ago.

He took another sip of his steaming black coffee, careful not to let any get on his Army dress uniform.

He took the calendar down from its hook and walked over to the kitchen table they purchased three years ago, when Ron accepted a desk job at the Pentagon and Carwood left active service and started teaching history at a local high school. 

Car’s messy handwriting filled almost all of the squares. He had Army reserve duty the first weekend of the month, and as assistant coach of the boys’ junior varsity basketball team, there were practices or games almost every weeknight up until holiday break. There was the neighborhood cookie exchange, where he promised to make his famous gingerbread people, and then there was the Santa Paws fundraising event at the humane society. Car volunteered to dress up as Santa.

Ron’s small, neat cursive only filled Mondays for his personal training appointments and on December 22, with one word and arrow ending on December 30.

Home.

No one at work would ever guess that Lt. Col. Ronald Speirs loved Christmas. He loved the lights, the movies, the gifts, and, most importantly, being with the people he loved. He hadn't made it back to his parents in Massachusetts for the holidays since moving to Washington. He finally had enough seniority in his department to take an entire week off in December.

He couldn't wait to taste his mother’s shortbread, to be spoiled by his sisters, to take his nieces and nephews sledding. There really was nothing like Christmastime in New England. 

He heard Car come down the stairs of their townhouse. He wore a black turtleneck sweater, fitted tan pants, and loafers. If Ron’s teacher had looked as half as good as Car, Ron would never have passed U.S. History. 

Car smiled at him as he walked over to the coffee maker. 

“The calendar’s getting pretty full,” Ron said, trying to sound casual.

“December’s always busy,” Car replied as he sat down across from his husband. “But not too busy that we can't find time for each other.”

“Movies?” Ron asked. 

“Of course. Die Hard. Love Actually. We’ll watch them all.”

Ron leaned closer. 

“And we’ll drive around to look at the lights?” Ron was a sucker for Christmas lights.

Car nodded. “I’ll drive, so you can really look at the displays.”

Ron smiled. “Well, if that isn't love, I don't know what is.” He reached over to kiss Car.

“I gotta run.” Car picked up his travel mug. “Have a good day. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Ron replied.

He finished his coffee and tried to get into work mode, the mode where no one would guess he loved watching Home Alone with his husband and dog and a fire roaring in their living room.

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The next week, Ron looked at the calendar again. 

He was not happy.

“Why do you have ‘choir concert’ filled in on Wednesday?” Ron asked as Car buttered his toast.

“Yeah, about that …” Car trailed off as he nervously scratched his head. “Mrs. Ramirez needed some help setting up for the holiday show.”

“That was supposed to be movie night.” Ron tried not to sound too upset. 

“I know,” Car conceded. “Practice gets out early Friday night. We’ll have movie night then. I’ll even make the popcorn.”

“With extra butter?” Car nodded, Ron’s mouth curled up into what was almost a smile.

“It's a date,” Ron replied, and gave his husband a kiss.

But movie night never happened. A student teacher’s car wouldn't start in the faculty parking lot. Car tried jumping it, and when that didn't work, he waited while they called a tow company and gave them a ride to their apartment. 

By the time Car got home, Ron didn't feel like watching anything. 

“What was I supposed to do?” he asked Ron. “I couldn't just leave them there.”

“Of course not,” Ron agreed. 

But Ron lost his patience the following week when he walked into their home office and saw Car furiously typing away on the computer keyboard. 

“Dinner’s ready,” Ron said. He stood behind Car and put his hands on Car’s shoulders, giving them a gentle rub. 

Car moved away from Ron’s touch and rubbed his temples. 

“What's the matter?” Ron asked. 

“Two students asked for recommendation letters at the last minute. I need to finish these tonight.”

Ron narrowed his gaze. “You could have said no.”

Car sighed. “No, I couldn't. They’re great kids. Smart, responsible …”

Ron cut him off. “Asking for a recommendation letter at the last minute isn't responsible.”

The two just stared at each other. 

“You need to eat,” Ron finally said.

“I'll grab something when I'm finished.” Car went back to looking at the monitor. 

“And I guess this means no looking at lights tonight.” Ron crossed his arms.

Lulu came into the room and nuzzled up to Car, looking for some love. 

“Can you take her? I can't focus with her with trying to get attention “

“You don't even have time for the dog?” Ron asked, no longer hiding his anger. He leaned down to pet Lulu. “C’mon, girl, let's go for a walk.”

Ron set off on a good clip toward the park, Lulu happily keeping up the pace. 

Why does he do this? Why does he put everyone first?

He felt disloyal asking himself the question, because the way Car looked out for people was one of the reasons Ron loved him so much. 

Ron hated admitting that he felt jealous of all the attention Car had shown other people this month while making no time for him, or so it seemed.

And sadness crept over him. They seemed so distant over the last few weeks. No cuddling on the couch, binging the latest series. No long conversations over dinner. No spooning in bed before falling asleep.

And certainly no sex.

The brisk air and exercise cleared his head a bit, but he still paused for a second before opening the front door. The house stood quiet, and the chicken tetrazzini on top of the stove remained untouched. 

He threw the baking dish back into the oven to reheat and poured dog food into Lulu’s bowl. He ate dinner alone. He rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. He sorted the mail and cleaned out the fridge. When he ran out things to do, he poured himself two fingers of Scotch and tried to read a book, but he read the same page over and over. It was only 9:30 pm, and he wasn't tired, but he gave up and got ready for bed. 

It was just before midnight when Car finally made it upstairs. He didn't say anything as he took off his clothes and slipped into bed, staying far away from Ron’s side. 

“You're going to wear yourself out,” Ron said quietly.

“I'll be fine,” Car replied. Soon, his deep breaths signaled that he was asleep.

Ron put his hands behind his head and stayed awake for two more hours.

*

On the morning they planned to leave for Ron’s parents, Car woke up with the flu: Body aches, chills, and a pounding headache.

He wouldn't admit it. “Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow,” he told Ron. 

Ron titled his head to one side and gave Carwood that Ron Speirs look.

“It's possible,” Car said meekly, not really sounding convinced himself.

Ron called his mom and dad and explained the situation. Though disappointed, they completely understood and sent their love to Car.

He put in an Instacart order. There was not a lot of food in the house, as they planned to be gone for a week. Plenty of Gatorade, rice, bananas, bread for toast. All the ingredients for chicken soup, and easy meals for Ron to eat in between caregiving duties. 

The next day, he felt even worse. Ron added another bedspread on top of him for warmth and plugged in a heating pad for him to use. 

“You don’t need to stay here. Go to your parents. I can take care of …” Before Car get the last word of the sentence out, he started coughing. 

Ron rubbed his back. 

“I'm sorry,” Car said, once he caught his breath.

“No reason to apologize for coughing,” Ron replied. 

“No, not the coughing. For …” He started coughing again. 

Ron took a deep breath. He’d been trying to avoid thinking about what he was missing at home. His family, the epic games of Yahtzee, his mom's roast lamb on Christmas Day. 

But he knew Car hadn't gotten sick on purpose. If Ron had gotten sick right before they were supposed to go to West Virginia for the holidays, Car would have taken care of him without a second thought.

“It's okay,” Ron said. 

Ron couldn't have said that the day before and meant it. But today, he did.

*

On Christmas Day, Car felt well enough to get into the shower by himself. They exchanged gifts. Ron bought Car a new messenger bag for work, and Car bought Ron the watch he’d had his eye on for a while. Ron made chicken soup for lunch, and they finally watched Home Alone together on the couch. Car felt asleep halfway through, but Ron could tell he was finally on the mend. 

The rest of the week was mainly more of the same. Ron would make something for lunch, and they would watch one of the holiday movies they never got around to before Car got sick: Gremlins, Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street, It's a Wonderful Life. Each day, they would sit a little closer on the couch to one another, hold hands, spoon. 

New Year’s Eve arrived, and Car felt great. They had an invitation to a party, but they decided it was bit soon to go out.

Ron, being a great cook, made steak and lobster tails for lunch. They splurged on a bottle of good champagne and talked and laughed like they hadn't the entire month of December. 

They turned on a football game, and Ron fell asleep before halftime. He woke up to the feeling of Car’s fingers in his hair.

“I didn't mean to take a nap,” he said, reaching for his husband's hand. 

“You needed it. You've been taking care of me all week.”

Ron stroked Car’s cheek and reached in for a kiss. 

They started slow, almost uncertain, the tension of the last few weeks still present. But then Car traced his tongue along Ron’s earlobe, a surefire way to get Ron hard. Wordlessly, they walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Car started undressing Ron, taking his time. Ron hadn't realized how touch starved he was for Car's hands and lips. He kissed his neck and worked his way down, nuzzling Ron’s chest with his stubble and gently biting Ron’s nipples. Ron couldn't help letting out a moan, and he could feel Car smile against him.

He let out an actual groan when Car grabbed him, stroking him exactly the way he liked. He put the head of Ron’s cock in his mouth and teased him, before taking it all in.

Ron tried to pull away, but Car shook him off. “I want to take care of you,” he said. 

Ron realized that for all the things Car did for other people, he would only do this for Ron. This was just for the two of them. He had no reason to be jealous.

Ron realized and ran his fingers through Car’s hair, staying in the moment and taking in every sensation. He knew he wouldn't last long, and that it wouldn't matter. 

Ron said his husband’s name as he came, and Car kept him in his mouth and teased the inside of his thighs as he came down. He took Ron in his arms, and Ron lay his head on Car’s chest. 

Another thing no one at the Pentagon would guess was how much Ron loved the time after making love, when they would hold each other and talk quietly. He didn't used to, not before he met Car. It was one of the ways he knew Car was the man for him. 

They stayed quiet for longer than usual, enjoying the closeness.

“I am sorry you didn't make it home for Christmas,” Car finally said. “You said was okay, but I know how much it meant to you.”

Ron kissed him. “I was home for Christmas.” He looked the man who meant everything to him in the eye.

“You are my home.”

[spotsupstuff]

Saw a couple food posts on here and obviously had to brainstorm headcanons for our local iterators. That is if they were humans/ancients/could actually consume food. I'm kinda just putting this in your askbox since I like yelling at you about the canon goofs. We'll start off with our best boy.

FP- He's got an iron stomach and mostly just uses it to drink a concerning amount of caffeine. I really can't decide if he's a coffee person or an energy drink person. I can see him chugging red bulls though. He likes spicy stuff and has a surprisingly high tolerance. Also likes anything sour and will stare a person in the eye while eating an entire lemon out of spite. Favorite drink is actually pink lemonade, but it's a secret (no it's not).

If we want to imagine an FP who takes care of himself, he'd probably like Malaysian or Vietnamese stuff.

NSH- Living trash compactor and would eat literal dirt if he thought it tasted good. If he does have preferences though, I'm leaning towards Kazakh cuisine. Foods like beshbarmak or pilaf.

Suns- They've got a weak stomach and would probably die to a pack of crackers. Lives off old rice in the rice cooker. I don't really have much for Suns since I really only think about fighting them in a mall parking lot with a rubber chicken and a lot of glitter.

Moon- I cannot decide if Moon likes traditional Japanese sweets or Danish ones so I declare both! I also like to imagine human Moon as Cajun/Creole as and you can pry this out of my cold dead hands. She would be able to cook wonderful dishes like gumbo, jambalaya, etc.

She carries snacks because God knows Pebbles doesn't eat enough. Also has to keep NSH out of them.

UI- Our girl inherits the Peepaw genes. Specifically for spicy food. Woman will chomp on literal ghost peppers. She had a spice contest with Pebbles and he lost miserably. Obviously, she'll never let him live it down either.

If this is all too much, just delete the ask. It won't bother me any.

feckin dang it with you food-knowledgable people, c'mon, all i know is veggies with sausages, half of these things i have no idea what are

But considering those Suns, NSH (first half) and UI takes i can understand without an issue and are probably the most correct things i'll see today i am inclined to fully believe everythin. Peepaw genes..................

i feel like Pebs would try to be coffee-only person just because coffee has Class unlike energy drinks but he's Such a workaholic that he'd steal Innocence's energy drinks straight from her room while she's still in there while staring her down. sibling culture for the win, she yells at him and chases him down to his room but he manages to lock it before she can do anything about it

Suns would also like fish,,,, heartcanon actually, they'd Adore a well cooked fish. however offer them sushi and they will be found dead in a dumpster two streets over

[m-jelly]

hi jelly, im so happy you opened up requests <3 i believe i saw somewhere that Megara is one of your favorite disney characters (and I loveee "I won't say I'm in love") so when this tik tok popped up on my fyp i thought it would be a cute idea! in the video, Levi is reciting some of the Hades lines, so I thought...what about a fic where Levi and reader are best friends for many many years, are super close and what not, and he is nagging her about a guy she just met but secretly its because he has the biggest crush/in deeply in love with her...and then the fluffy spicy (or whatever you wish lol) goodness begins :D

i hope you are taking time for self care & thank you for all the time you put into sharing your writing with us!! <3

I LOVE Hercules like really love. I used to have it on VHS as a kid and play it on repeat all the time. I even had a Meg doll. I just adored it. I was too little to play the Ps1 game, so I have fond memories of watching my mum play it <3

He's a guy!

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, confessions, love, friends to lovers, sex, Levi fucks his feelings into you, becoming a couple.

Concept: You and Levi have been friends for a long time and he's always loved you. You've always loved Levi, but you never thought he loved you back, so you've been trying to find love elsewhere. As he hangs out with you at your house, you talk to him about a guy you think is "different" But Levi doesn't see that. As things get heated between you both, the words turn to sex and passion. Afterwards, you both talk about how deep your love is for each other.

Inspired by the Hercules scene!

18+ material below. Minors do not interact.

You felt so frustrated as you paced in Levi's living room. "I think he's wonderful. I mean, I think I could be happy here."

Levi looked up at you and felt pissed off that yet again you wanted another man. "I can't believe you're getting so 'worked up' about some guy."

You turned to Levi. "This one is different. He's honest and he's sweet."

Levi rolled his eyes. "Please."

You pouted at your friend. "He'd never do anything to hurt me!"

"He's a guy!"

You paused a moment. "You always do this. Every time I talk to you about a guy that could be wonderful you just shit on it all."

He sat back. "Because not a single guy you've told me about has been this dream man you told me about. All guys are the same."

You laughed a little. "Including you?"

"Of course! I have hidden agendas and everything, we all do."

You walked up to Levi. "Okay, what the fuck is yours then? If you want to be so honest with me about how crap guys are, then you tell me what's wrong with you."

He stood up. "What's wrong with me? I've been madly in love with my best friend for years and not said a damn thing."

You stared at Levi. "You...you love me?"

"With all my heart and soul."

You welled up. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He sat down. "Because I'm a guy."

You sat with him. "I...Levi...I have loved you too, but I didn't think you wanted me."

"Tch, you kidding me?" He held your hands. "Who wouldn't want you?" He leaned closer. "You're sweet, cute, funny, smart, creative and wonderful. I love you."

You smiled. "I love you."

He kissed you and hummed. “You taste so good.” He kissed you more. "Bedroom?"

You nodded. "Yes."

He lifted you up and carried you to your room. He slowly pulled your trousers off and then threw them across the room. He noticed your legs were pressed together; your knees pulled towards you. He placed his hands on your knee and gently ran his thumbs on your skin. “Are you afraid of me? Afraid that I’m using you?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. I love you. I trust you as well. After all these years we've known each other, you've been wonderful.”

He kissed your knee. “I'm glad you're not scared. If you are, I'd stop right away. You mean the world to me."

You blushed. "I do?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"You really want me?"

"The number of nights I’ve laid awake and imagined being between your legs. I just want to hold you, make you feel pure heaven over and over.”

You whined a little as he massaged your skin, you slowly opened your legs from him as a shiver ran through him, you wanted him so much it was driving you crazy.

“I want to know what noises you make.” He pushed his hands down the outside of your thighs, then held your underwear and dragged them down. “And what your buttons are” He threw your underwear to the side, then he moved your legs over his shoulders, then he leaned down slowly. You shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your thigh. “Here?” He lightly kiss as you hummed, then he moved closer, his lips dragging against your skin. “Here too.” He moved a bit higher and closer to your clit, he lightly blew on your skin, then kiss. You raised your hips slightly and shivered. “Here seems best.” He bit down on the sensitive spot, you gripped the sheets and hummed, you moaned as he swirled his tongue over the mark. He pulled away, then looked up at you. “Beautiful.”

You blushed and covered your face with your hands, then giggled. “How is it possible? You only have to nip and kiss me and I’m a gooey mess.”

He kissed his way up to your hip bone, then nipped it. “Maybe because you love me and I love you.”

You hummed in delight. “I do love you so much, but I also think you have a hidden talent.”

“Thank you.” He slipped his hand over your stomach and pressed down. He squeezed your thigh to comfort you, he could tell you were a little nervous and shy still. He loved that about you, how one minute you were confident and saying very rude jokes, then the next you were all cute and shy on him blushing away. You were everything to him, his adorable, cute, strong, brave and funny best friend.

Levi had been thinking and dreaming of this moment for so long. He licked up your pussy and felt you jump, he soothed you with his hand, he was letting you know you were safe. He licked again and felt you relax a little at his touch, he smirked a little, he felt pride in you wanting him now.

He pressed his tongue flat this time, then slowly licked up your pussy in a teasing manner. You moaned at him in delight, he was loving this so much. He focused on your clit and gave it a tiny lick. You bucked a little at him, he’d found one of the best buttons. You reached your hand down as he lightly teased your clit, then you clasped his hand on your tummy.

He tested out different patterns on your clit, he wanted to know what you loved. When he heard you mewl and moan the most, he made note of them in his head to do them always. As soon as he had a collection of new patterns, he used them one after another on you.

You gripped his hand hard; you arched your back and began panting. You couldn’t believe how good Levi was with his tongue. You hummed at him, then shifted your legs. He glanced up at you, then took your clit into his mouth and sucked. You whined and whimpered at him; it was good, too good. You squeezed your legs against his head.

He shifted his hand from your thigh to your pussy. He moved a slender finger up and down to comfort you, to make you relax a little. He pressed his finger into you slowly, he felt you squeeze him in delight.

You moaned his name and moved your hips. He pressed inside you, then when you didn’t react the way he wanted you to, he moved his finger and pressed again. You yelped a moan at him. He smirked after finding your g-spot. He pulled his finger out, then pressed two into you. You panted and wined at him, a fire coursing through every inch of you.

You rocked your hips to his movements; you squeezed your hand and moaned his name over and over. Your legs were beginning to shake, your body bubbling in bliss. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes tightly. You squeezed your toes, but you couldn’t hold on any longer. You felt the snap and the rush of pleasure go from your pussy and all the way through your body.

Your body relaxed, completely. You’d never felt this relaxed in so long. You lay there, body limp as you panted and enjoyed the last bits of pleasure fading away and Levi helping you ride out that pleasure.

Levi pulled from you, he licked his fingers and his lips, then crawled up your body and kissed you. You hummed and tangled your finger in his hair, you tugged a little earning you a little growl from him. You smiled at him, then pulled from his lips.

You rolled over onto him and sat up. You smiled down at him. “That was so worth the wait.”

He smiled at you and ran his hands up your thighs. “It was.”

“Buuuuut.”

“But?”

You leaned down and giggled. “It’s not over yet handsome.”

“Exciting.”

You hummed and leaned over to the bedside drawer and found your condom supplies. You sat up and folded your arms. “So, do you want me to?”

He shook his head. “A woman gave me oral before and I hated it so much, it’s so dirty. So no.”

"Oh, I remember you telling me that, you were freaking out about it." You smiled. “It’s okay, I won’t do anything you don’t want. Communication is key, right?”

He sat up and nodded. “Right.” He kissed and nipped your neck making you giggle. “So, want to know what’s on my mind?”

You nodded. “Please.”

“I want you naked under me moaning my name.” He purred and growled against your ear making you shiver. “I want to be inside you.”

You kissed Levi roughly, your body grinding against his. “I want you too.”

You tucked the condom in your bra, then you looked down and pulled Levi’s trousers down. You jumped off him and the bed then whipped his trousers and boxers off. You looked up and blushed at finally seeing his hard length, you gulped and licked your lips. You'd always been curious what the fuss was about and why so many women wanted him back, now you knew.

Levi took the condom off you. “I’ll do this because I’m afraid if you touch me I might not last.”

You giggled. “I’m honoured you think I’m so alluring.”

He let out a shaky breath after pulling down the protection on himself. “You have no idea what you do to me. I still can't believe we're finally...I mean...we were friends all this time and we're...I'm excited."

You moved closer on your knees and straddled him. You sat down so his hard penis ran along your pussy, he sucked in air between his teeth. You hummed and began rocking against him. “I think your lovely words and looks let me know.” You bit your lip. “And the very, very hard cock against my pussy lets me know.”

He ran his hands up your side and moaned. “So good…you feel so good.”

You dotted his face with kisses, then raised up and let out a sigh as your body ached and craved for what was next. “Levi?”

He gulped and held your hip and his dick, then he guided you as you slowly lowered down onto him. You held your breath and hummed as just the head was in. You closed your eyes and focused as your body tingled. You sighed and opened your eyes and slowly pushed down. Levi looked up at you, mouth slightly open as he moaned at you. You lowered yourself fully on him and took him all. Your body squeezed him in delight, he just felt so good.

You tapped your forehead against his and smiled. “I’m so happy we’re together like this.”

He smiled at you. “I’m so excited to be with you. Loving you for all these years...I'll never stop loving you.”

You smiled and undid your bra, then you slipped it off and dropped it off the bed. “Me too.”

He growled and leaned forwards and captured a bit of your breast in his mouth. You held the back of his head and hummed in delight. You rocked your hips against him making him bite a little harder. You moaned and sighed, then rocked your hips a little faster. Levi felt good, he felt really good inside you. You loved Levi, you really loved him, so you hoped he loved you just as much. It was just crazy to think that a few minutes ago you were just friends, but not you were riding his cock.

Levi held your hips firmly, then began moving you up and down on him. You hummed and whined a little, it felt good, too good. You placed your hands on his shoulders, then leaned back a little and moved with him. Your body began to tingle again in delight, with every movement up and down, you felt a little surge of pleasure.

You moved one of your hands to tangle in Levi’s hair, you pulled his head away from your chest stopping him from covering your breasts in little love bites. You looked down and saw so many, but you didn’t let it bother you right now. You lifted Levi’s head up, then whined at him a little. He smiled at you, then captured your lips in a loving kiss. You sighed at the kiss, like everything was perfect now he was kissing you.

Levi squeezed your hips, then bucked up to meet your movements. You whined and moaned at him, the roughness of his actions setting your body on fire. He angled your hips and thrusted hard and heard a moan he thought was heavenly. He repeated his actions over and over.

You squeezed him hard, you shuddered and clenched up, your body was on fire. Levi kissed your chest all over, then your neck. He smiled against your skin, then moved his hand down and rubbed your clit. You shook in his hands, then felt a snap in your body. You moaned and felt the warmth a trickle through you.

You flopped against Levi, then grinded your hips against him as you carried on enjoying the pure bliss. He wrapped his arms around you, then turned you around and lay you on the bed. He played with your hair, then kissed your face all over.

You hummed in happiness, then opened your eyes to look at Levi. You cupped the side of his face, then pulled him into a kiss. He rocked his hips slowly into you, you moaned and mewled at him in delight. Your nails dragged down his back lightly, this only encouraged Levi to buck more into you. You whined at him, you wanted more, just a bit more.

You rocked your hips to meet his. You nipped his lip, then deepened the kiss more. You smiled and felt your heart flutter in delight, you wished Levi would kiss you for forever, it just made you feel so loved and wanted by him.

He ran his hands up your arms, then slammed them above your head. He pulled from your lips, smiled at you, then looked down at you as he slammed his hips hard into you. You cried out and pulled the most beautiful face riddled with pleasure. Levi growled at you, then began repeating his actions.

He glanced down at your chest to your breasts, he sped up a little and watched your perfect mounds bounce. He growled more, then squeezed your hands tightly. To him your body felt amazing, he couldn’t believe how good you felt. Your moans and face were the best thing about this all, you looked so wonderful.

He let your hands go, then knelt up and held your hips up a little. He grinded into you at first and watched your face a moment. You had a happy smile, like you had a gentle pleasure in your body. He increased his speed and got a little rough with you, he was being just a little possessive with you, after all you did recently talk to him about another man.

He squeezed your hips hard, so much so that it was going to leave marks on your lovely skin. You reached out for Levi, then grabbed his wrists as he held you. You moaned and arched your back, this roughness felt divine, but you weren’t sure what set Levi off. You just knew you had to hold onto him for dear life.

Levi let your hips go and lowered his whole weight onto you, he’d shown you his possessiveness and jealousy, but now he wanted to shower you with love. He tangled his fingers in your hair, then kissed your face all over as his body dragged against yours as he grinded against you. His body rubbed perfectly against your sensitive skin, as well as your clit. He kissed along to your neck and saw an area he hadn’t yet mark.

He kissed your neck, then sucked and nipped at your skin making you moan his name. Your body clenched around Levi, your nails dug into his back more which were bound to leave marks on him, but he wouldn’t care, he’d wear them with pride. In fact, Levi would love it if you nipped and bit his neck and made your mark on him, but that would have to wait because he was too occupied by marking your neck.

You whined at him. “Levi.”

He pulled from your neck, then kissed you and hummed. He could feel you were near your end and he was close to his. You wrapped your arms around him, fingers in his hair and other hand on his back. You kissed along his jawline, then nipped a little making him buck hard. You gasped at his action, then kissed to his neck. You licked a bit of his neck, he growled at you, then bucked into you hard and fast, he tried to maintain a rhythm, but he was so close and wanted you to finish first.

He angled his hips and instead of rubbing the spot within you, he just slammed into it. You bit down hard onto Levi’s neck, then felt the snap inside you. You enjoyed and moaned at the rush of pleasure surging through your body, you shook slightly. Your mind went blank, your hearing zoned out as you just enjoyed the pure euphoria.

Levi whined a little as you let go of his neck to moan. He gripped the sheets by your head, then moaned your name as he felt his release shake his body. He slowed the rocking of his hips, then lay against you and panted against your neck. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling throbbing away in him, the feeling of being within you just for a little longer.

He sighed, then pulled out of you causing you to hum so sweetly. He kissed your cheek loads. “I love you.”

You smiled and opened your eyes, then looked at Levi. “I love you too.” You hugged him and giggled. “I can’t believe it. After all these years we finally confessed and went right to screwing."

Levi blushed. "Tch, I'm sorry brat. I didn't mean to rush things, but when we finally confessed to each other, I just had this built up desire for you."

You cupped his face. "I don't regret it. I really loved what we did and I can't wait for more."

He kissed you and hummed in delight. "I need to go clean, but we're cuddling after."

"Perfect." You laughed as he ran off a little excited and cleaned up in your bathroom. You joined him and went to the toilet. "So, you really want me?"

He waited for you to clean your hands. "Yes."

"Really, really?"

He picked you up making you squeal with laughter. "Of course. I love you to death." He carried you to bed. "I am going to spoil you every day of your life." He tucked you into bed and slipped in next to you. He held you in his arms and covered your face in kisses. "I love you." He lifted your head and said your name as he locked eyes with you. "I love you so much."

You smiled and welled up a little. "I love you too. I think our friends are going to shout finally, huh?"

"You know it." He squeezed you. "I don't care about them right now. I only care about you and being with you. You're my forever."

"Mine too."

[starlightxsvt]

3 dates | epilogue

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 3.5k (total 15.6k)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

a/n : here's the epilogue to 3 dates since tumb1r won't let me post the whole fic in one post :) Enjoy!

Part 1

As time progresses and days turn into weeks and then into months you are not left with the luxury to cry over Seungcheol. Instead you are bombarded with assignments and projects from your uni and you drown yourself completely in work to forget the scathing pain. Katelyn figured out something is wrong with you and even though talking about that man pains you too much, you told her that you are done with him and you won't be seeing him again in this lifetime. Katelyn did not ask any questions after that as you said you needed time to heal, time to forget even though you have serious doubts he'd ever leave your mind.

You have also applied for an internship to keep you even busier so that when you return home you are too tired to let the thoughts of him plague your mind as you drift off to sleep. And just like that, you have developed a routine, work, eat and sleep, trying your best to allow yourself to not think about him.

Despite that sometimes, some very few times, you think of him, wonder how he's doing, wonder if he's safe. You ponder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision but you don't have any answer. You simply hope he does.

-

After another day full of assignments and projects you almost doze off to sleep as soon as you hit your bed until you are intruded by the loud ringing of your phone. Annoyed, you reach for it, wondering who would be calling so late.

The caller ID has your heart doing a backflip, the name you were unable to delete from your heart and your phone flashing on the screen as you instantly sit up in your bed. It's Seungcheol.

Why is he calling so late?

You wait a few seconds, scared to pick up, scared that he might have called accidentally. But before you lose your chance, you inhale deeply and pick the call up. "Hello?" You speak, your voice tentative.The silence from the other end makes your heart fall and your suspicion come true. He called you accidentally and now he will realize it and hang up. You're about to speak again when his voice floats through.

"Hi."

The emotions you feel are overwhelming, undescribable. You're relieved, you're sad, you're excited, you want to cry and scream at the same time. That one word from him has you feeling tingles all over and makes you feel like you just did a hundred laps. Anyhow you manage to speak. "Hey." Your voice almost cracks and tears almost slip past your cheeks. You don't know why you are so emotional. "I just...I just wanted to hear your voice." He sounds so tired...so dejected and your heart breaks. Never in your life did you imagine him to call and say those words to you but instead of feeling happy, a current of melancholy hits you.

Why does he sound so broken?

"Seungcheol? Is...is everything alright?" Your voice is feather like, soft and careful. You hear him sigh loudly and you get your answer. Instead of replying to you, he asks, "How have you been?"

"I'm...fine," you lie. You have been nowhere near fine. He hums noncommittally and you're about to ask him the same question before you realize how dumb it would be. If his voice is any indication he is anything but fine. "____?" He calls your name softly. "Y-yes?" You whisper.

He stays silent, for so long that you think he hung up. "I- I just...can I see you?" He seems to have a hard time gathering his words.

What? You lurch out of bed pushing your covers aside in excitement, trying to prevent a gasp out of your lips. Did you even hear correctly? He wants to see you?

"Wha... what do you mean?" You mumble. You hear him sigh loudly, "I...I am in front of your apartment. Just come down for a minute." You don't need to hear any more words as you are dashing towards your front door in your pajamas, not disconnecting the call. You take the elevator and come out of the building as fast as possible, bumping into things in your way but not giving a care. You feet stops as you stand in front of the entrance to your building, eyes searching wildly for Seungcheol. "Stay there," his voice comes through the phone, just as you spot him standing on the opposite to your building, decently far but not far enough that you can't see.

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes finally land on him.

He stands there, bruised, his beautiful face marred with scratches and wounds, his clothes having patches of dirt and if you are seeing correctly his left arm is bleeding as he holds the phone next to his ear with the other.

"Seungcheol-" you're about to rush towards him. "Don't move." He cuts you off, looking you in the eye. Even from afar you don't miss the dark, commanding gaze of him. "Just...just stay there. Just...let me look at you."

No- why is he doing this?

Tears slip down your cheeks, "Seungcheol-" You are interrupted once more, "Please. I- I missed you and...I needed to see you. Just let me hear your voice and look at you like this." His voice almost cracks and you can see the emotion in his eyes.

Your heart breaks.

Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pushing you away? Why does he torment himself like this?

You stand there, rooted to the ground, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. He comes here all bruised and wounded and expects you to stay away? How can you when you can clearly see him in pain?

You grip the phone tighter, watching him as he stands there, not moving an inch. His eyes never leaves you as he drinks you in, like this is the last time he's gonna look at you. You can't stand it anymore. Hanging up the phone you run towards him, as fast as your nimble legs can carry you. You can't stay away, you just can't. Not when he looks so hurt and lost and lonely.

Your body smashes against his as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your head buried in his chest. He stumbles back from the force and for a while he stays unmoved and you hold your breath, half expecting him to shove you away. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls you firmly against him resting your head on his chest while burying his face in your hair.

The tears come naturally. Loud, ungraceful sobs emerge from you as you cling to him like your life depends on it, your grip on him unyielding. Seungcheol softly pets your hair as your cries fill the silence of the cold night. You pull back just a little to look at his face and you want to once more. There's a cut above his brow and some bruises on his cheek and nose and another cut on his lower lip. But you can't bring yourself to care as you lean above to press your lips against his. You don't dare hold back, kissing him like the world is about to end. Seungcheol reciprocates, tilting your head for better access as his tongue prods into your mouth and you taste the metallic flavour of blood. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, an outpour of the bottled up feelings of the last couple months.

You both take a lungful of air when you pull back and you're about to dive in for more when you realize his arm is injured. "Wha- how did this happen?" You hiccup, wiping away your tears as you gently reach for his bleeding arm. His clothes are torn at the part of the wound and from what you can see, it looks like a knife injury, a thin, slanted cut on his upper arm as if someone slashed him. "It's nothing," he says trying to push your hand away.

"It's not nothing, Seungcheol!" You're yelling before you know it. It's the exasperation, the accumulated frustration over the days that makes you snap.

Seungcheol seems to be shocked at your outburst as he blinks at you, an astonished look on his face. He's kind enough to reply honestly this time. "Got into a fight. I was outnumbered. It's okay, it's nothing serious, I've had worse," his voice is small, almost timid which is definitely unlike him.

Of course he has had worse.

You let out a tired breath. "Come on, you're bleeding. Let me help you." You wrap a hand around his uninjured arm, tugging him towards your apartment.

"No, you don't have to-" he protests but you pin him down with a look. "Please," you speak, your voice low. "I can't let you go like this. Just let me clean your wound." Seungcheol presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to prevent himself from speaking further. When no more words leave his mouth, you drag him into your building in silence.

Entering your unit you help Seungcheol sit down in your small living space as you quickly pad towards the bathroom for the first aid kit. When you return you find him looking around your place with a curious glow in his eyes similar to a child's. As your eyes meet, he sits up straighter and tries to remove his jacket. You aid him in the process, discarding the material on the floor as you take a seat next to him, the first aid kit in your lap.

Thankfully he's wearing a tank top as it gives you easy access to his biceps. You would have stopped to admire and ogle them if he wasn't hurt, which he is and you mentally smack yourself for having such thoughts right now. Seungcheol's eyes does not leave your face as he silently gazes at you and if you didn't know any better you would say he looked at you fondly.

Swallowing, you sanitize your hands before proceeding to clean his wound. Seungcheol tenses beside you, low, pained grunts leaving his lips a few times as you disinfect the cut. But he says nothing, letting you do the work and you don't speak either focused on the task at hand. You then do the same for his face and finish your work by wrapping a bandage around his bicep and sitting back, exhaling a satisfied sigh. Unintentionally your eyes connect to his and you find his scorching gaze on you, those mesmerising eyes almost piercing through your soul. Feeling self aware, you abruptly stand up, coughing to clear your throat. "You should take a shower. I have some extra clothes for my parents when they come over. My dad's clothes should fit you."

"No, it's alright. I should leave." He murmurs. "You're already here. Might as well take a shower. There's no rush," you say sternly, trying to make him agree.

Truth is you want him to stay, at least the night.

Seungcheol sits quietly for a while as if contemplating before surrendering with a sigh. "Okay." "Good. The bathroom's this way," you point towards the attached bath in your room and Seungcheol mutely follows. You offer him a towel and you dad's pajamas, hoping they'd do the job for tonight as he closes the door behind him.

As silence fill the apartment, you quietly return to your bed and sit, anxiously chewing on your lower lip. The digital clock beside your bed reads 2:50 am but your sleep is long gone.

Choi Seungcheol is here. In your house.

Will he spend the night? Or will he be his stubborn self and leave as soon as he is out? And if he does stay, will you see him in morning? Or will he be gone before the sun is up? The thoughts running rampant in your mind gives you a headache as you groan, rubbing your temples. You are sure Seungcheol feels something for you, he has to. Otherwise why would he come to you in the middle of the night? If only he told you his feelings, spilled his heart out to you rather than hiding and pushing you away. He just needs to bare himself to you, tell you what is in his heart. Why can't he do that? Why can't he just give the two of you a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Seungcheol steps out the bathroom, half naked, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips as his muscled body is displayed in all its glory, making your throat dry. He looks at you before quickly looking away as an air awkwardness and tension fills the room. You hold your breath, watching him intently, not moving a single muscle as he tentatively takes a seat at the corner of your bed while wiping his wet hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

You want to tell him to stay the night, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you're terrified that it will just make him walk out here immediately. So instead you watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything that will put an end to this deafening silence.

Seungcheol takes mercy on you.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely audible. You don't know what he's thanking you for you reply anyway. "Welcome. Though I don't know what you are thanking me for." Seungcheol remains silent for a few beats, his eyes focused on the floor before replying. "For everything. I have a lot to thank you for."

Okay.

You nod mutely, unable to figure out a reply. Another wave of silence settles in the atmosphere like a blanket. You take this time to appreciate his beautiful profile, engraving his features in your mind. The moonlight coming from your window falls on his face partially, illuminating his sculpted lineaments. You get to admire his beauty once more as he sits there but the look on his face tugs at your heartstrings. He looks troubled and in pain, the natural glow of his face somewhat dim. You wonder how the past couple of months have treated him. You wonder how life has been treating him, if he had someone to go to, someone to share his worries with all this time.

"Do you still like me?" His words make your eyes widen as it the last thing you expected to come from him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," your words come out harsher than you intended making you regret instantly. Perhaps the pain you have suffered for a while is coming out finally. However, seeing his silence, you reply once more, voice much softer this time, "Of course I still like you, Seungcheol. I have...I have never liked anyone or anything as much as you."

It's an understatement. What you feel for him is love but you would rather keep that to yourself.

"Why?" Seungcheol's voice comes out as a croak as his eyes connect to yours. For the first time, you see so much emotion in them and maybe, maybe even some unshed tears, though you can't be sure because the light is not sufficient right now. Your throat closes up for some reason as your eyes mirror the emotions in his and you desperately try to think, try to give him a reply that he deserves.

"You are very easy to like," you say lamely. Your reply is insufficient but that's all you can manage without starting to bawl like a child. A humourless laugh comes out of Seungcheol and echoes through the otherwise quiet room. "I doubt that," he says, his voice deep. "It's true Seungcheol," you repeat, voice firm.

A mirthless grin settles on his face and you know he isn't buying your words. Swallowing, you carefully, too carefully, scoot towards him and sit down, maintaining a little space between the the two of you. "I don't understand why you hold such negative thoughts about yourself but believe me Seungcheol, it's hard not to fall in love with you."

Your slip-up causes your eyes to widen, face drowning in embarrassment as you realize you just said the L word. Seungcheol, however, does not react to it but turns his head to study your face and the pain and sentiment in his eyes, his passionate gaze on you makes you forget human language. You've never seen nor imagined Seungcheol to be so full of ardor and pain and now that you have, you don't know what to do. You just want to cling to him and cry like a child.

"Can't you see how fucked up I am? What and awful person I am, ____? Someone like me deserves noth-" Unable to hold yourself back you interrupt him by cupping both of his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him softly, carefully, trying to gauge his feelings while trying not to push him too hard. Seungcheol stays immobilised, letting you kiss him like that. When you pull back, his eyes are closed and he rests his forehead against yours. "You are just fine, Seungcheol. I like you just the way you are. Don't...beat yourself up like this, hmm?" Your voice is just above a whisper as you tilt his head to meet his eyes. Seungcheol stares quietly at you for a while before suddenly pushing you back and caging you underneath his large body. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping himself around you while attaching his lips to yours.

This time the kiss is not soft, it is full of passion and vigour and longing as Seungcheol takes the reign. Your lips mold perfectly against each other and Seungcheol does not hold back, kissing you like a starved man; all teeth and tongue. He pulls back for a while, supporting himself on his elbows as you looks at you while you try to catch your breath underneath him. His hand comes to stroke your hair gently, like a lover and your eyes burn at his tenderness.

"Seungcheol-"

"Is there still a place for me in your heart?" He asks, a hopeful note in his voice. His words leave you breathless as you gape at him in suprise, you mouth open slightly. Seungcheol looks at you look longingly as he waits for your answer, which comes easily, without a second thought.

"Of course, Seungcheol. I...I love you."

This time it is his turn to be surprised as his pupils dilate and a soft gasp of surprise escapes from him. Swallowing, you hold his gaze, waiting for his next words but they never come. Instead, the man attacks your lips with renewed fervour while slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. As his toned thigh brushes against your core a wanton moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Seungcheol smirk against your skin while he kisses a path down from jaw towards your neck, taking his sweet time to plant some love bites along the way while you gasp and writhe underneath him. Soon he reaches the valley of your breasts and with skilled fingers he does a quick work of the buttons of your night shirt. His heated gaze remains on your now bare breasts and you can feel your nipples harden in the chill air of the room before he leans down to plant soft kisses all over them. While he does so you continue to grind your core against his leg, desperate for some friction which he is denying you. His assault on your neck and breasts don't stop as he remains focused in marking you, blooming kisses of red and purple on your skin.

"I missed you," His voice comes out as throaty whisper while he keeps his lips attached to your heated skin. "Me too," you choke between moans as his ministrations on your body leaves you aching all over for him.

He pulls back to meet your gaze, "I want you. I... always have and I've been hiding it. But I can't anymore."

"Take me then, Seungcheol," It isn't the most romantic thing to say but that is all your lust clouded brain can manage as you keep grinding yourself against him. You feel his hard on poke your belly and unlike your lover, you really can't wait anymore. You need him now.

Seungcheol keeps looking at you, too busy studying your features rather than doing something about the wetness between your legs and you're about to tell him to do something when he speaks, "I love you, ____. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you. Let me make it up to you."

Great. Now you're horny and emotional.

His confession brings tears to your eyes but your neediness is growing so you pull his face down closer to yours and whisper, "You can start doing that by making me cum. And then you can stay. With me. Forever. How about that?" A mischievous grin kisses his face, "I'd love that sweetheart."

You grin in happiness not wasting anymore time as you reconnect your lips with his.

a/n 2: Whew~ a whopping 15k+! I can't believe I wrote something this huge. But it was well worth it! I just hate this damn app like I don't understand?? I've seen ppl post fics with 40k+ words yet tumb1r says I've reached 250 blocks like what?? Anyhow, I really really hope you enjoyed reading this baby cuz I've been working on it for soooo long! If you did please reblog and share as always your feedbacks are highly appreciated so please leave them in the comments or my ask box!

[coldmilkcreamery]

awkward liaisons

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: osaki shotaro x male reader 🌹💋

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1290

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: both shotaro and y/n are set to debut soon, but neither of them speak korean. they decide to help each other learn korean—and things get spicy.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: none

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: omg first of all, even before you start the fic i am warning u that it’s CRINGY !! that’s why it’s called awkward liaisons LMAO and also,,, hibiscus is korea’s national flower 😋 you’ll see why 👀 also i’m so fucking sorry this took so long, day by day i’m just losing motivation. i am so so so so so sorry and will make it up to all of you !! thank you for requesting anon!

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

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Being a trainee in SM is tough.

Being a foreigner in SM is tough.

Being able to only speak a morsel of Korean is tough.

But being a foreign trainee in SM, almost unable to speak Korean is even tougher than anything imaginable.

So, when Y/N, 19, a trainee of SM entertainment—fluent in English but illiterate in Korean—is set to join NCT in a few months’ time, all hell breaks loose. In his mind, at least.

-

“So…” Jaehyun says, confused, “you’ve been training for 2 years but can't speak Korean?”

“Well—”

“And you're set to debut as a new member of NCT in a few months.” Jaehyun continues, cutting him off. “Sorry man, but who in SM actually thought you were ready enough to debut?”

Admittedly, Y/N was a little bruised by the words hurled at him. And admittedly, Jaehyun was right. And with that in mind, all Y/N could do was drill holes on the floor.

Jaehyun scoffs as he makes a 180° and turns his back from the mess that is Y/N.

Unable to walk away, speak even, Y/N leans on the wall, slowly sliding down with his hands on his face, groaning. He feels like shit, and being the naive trainee he is, he believes that he does deserve what he’s feeling.

“Hey,” Y/N looks up, feeling a warm hand on his shoulder, “are you okay?” Y/N is met with one of the most beautiful faces he’s ever been graced with, and much like when Jaehyun broke him down just a few minutes ago, he froze.

“I— uh” The mystery boy says, stammering, “I’m a trainee too and uh, I think—wait, you’re Y/N right? If you are then uh, I think we’re gonna be NCT’s new members… Along with Sungchan of course!”

Y/N doesn’t even know this boy’s name and he’s already met with yet another name, Sungchan. His memory is terrible. Which is also probably why he hasn’t learned Korean yet.

Breaking free from his icy restraints, he speaks up. “I— yeah, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you..?” He questions, raising his palm for the boy to grab.

“Shotaro.” Y/N nods, shaking his hand, “Osaki Shotaro.”

-

The sound of machines whirring and stirring filled the café’s cold air, only adding to the shop’s aesthetique. The smell of coffee beans lingered and entered Y/N’s nostrils as he heard a name being called. “Two Pumpkin Spice Lattes for Shotaro!” The barista says in Korean, Y/N only catching the word ‘Shotaro’. He mutters a ‘thank you’ in Korean as he holds the beverage carrier tightly, walking out the retro shop, careful not to spill them.

“Pumpkin Spice Lattes? Seriously?” Shotaro asks, more amused than disappointed.

“What?” Y/N says, not looking at the boy as he sets both cups on the table, laying the tray on the wooden bench beside him. “It’s fall! You gotta have one of these.”

“You sound like a white girl.” Shotaro chuckles, earning a scoff back. A swift gust of wind blows the tissue paper away from the top of their to-go-cups, landing the thin sheets on the floor, which, Shotaro stoops over to retrieve.

“Well this white girl has you bending over.”

“Wait… what?” Shotaro says, fluttered.

“Cuz you…” Y/N says, surprised at himself, “The tissue… and… oh my god never mind, I’m sorry”

Sitting in silence, the awkwardness in the air is so suffocating to the point that Shotaro actually starts coughing, Y/N still cringing, thinking to himself that nothing could get even more awkward than this.

Boy, was he wrong.

-

“Well…” Shotaro says, a tiny idea popping into his mind, slowly manifesting into a plan, “Why don’t we… help each other?”

“Excuse me?” Y/N says, looking around the empty bedroom, then back at Shotaro, who, didn’t immediately notice the sexual innuendo he came up with.

Upon realizing, he stutters. “Oh. Oh! Oh my god, no.” Shotaro says, burying his face in his hands. “I meant,” He continues, voice muffled from his sweater paws, “You said a while ago that you needed help learning Korean… and so do I.” He unburies his face and locks eyes with Y/N once again, “So… I thought we could help each other.” He says, not forgetting the key word, “Learn. Of course.”

“I- uh, yeah, sure, I guess.”

-

With only a week or two left before their debut, both Shotaro and Y/N have been working diligently trying to learn Korean. There have been ups and downs, some waves of laziness hitting them here and there, but just like Gloria Gaynor said in 1978, they would survive.

“Wait… so 입술 means nose… right?” Shotaro asks, confused.

“No, you dummy.” Y/N says, lightly smacking the other with the thin language book, “It means lips.”

“Oh. Well, 너의 입술 너무 예뻐.” Shotaro says, boldly.

“Dude.” Y/N half chuckles, half blushes, “My lips are not pretty.”

“They are.” Shotaro replies, nonchalantly.

“Prove it then. Kiss me.”

“What?” he replies, chalantly this time.

Y/N chuckles. “That’s what I thought.” He says, turning away from him and facing the creme-colored pages of the Korean book he held. “So, 입술 means lips but the root word ‘입’ means mouth. So when we p—“

His words get cut off as he feels the older’s hand snake up his shoulder, elevating itself until it grazes his cheek. Y/N, surprised, looks to his side as Shotaro leans in and plants him a kiss, right on his lips. Startled, Y/N stays frozen for a second or two before his brain finally registers the fact that Shotaro was kissing him.

Osaki Shotaro was fucking kissing him.

Shotaro’s lips were ecstasy. It tasted sweet, like pure, thick nectar oozing from his mouth—couldn’t get enough. As they made out, it felt as if the gods above have answered their prayers, as if Venus shone her light on them. And as Shotaro pulled away, Y/N found himself leaning towards him too, indirectly indicating that he wanted more.

Both of them sat there, staring at each other, the feeling of blankets and comforters wrapped around their legs. Y/N felt like he was sinking, being sucked in the bed frame, the soft mattress pulling him in.

“I…” Y/N says, slowly, “didn’t… expect you to actually…”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

Y/N locks eyes with him, frozen, his mouth slightly agape once again. “Then…” He says, the syrupy taste of Shotaro’s saliva on his lips, “Do it again.”

The feeling of sugar glacé hit his lips once again, Shotaro closing the gap between them. His lips were addicting, like a dirty sin he couldn’t stop himself from committing, like he was Eve and Shotaro’s lips were the apple from the Garden. It was inevitable.

And with the sounds of wet kisses filling the quiet room, both of them wondered if they would ever even debut properly, not being able to fluently speak Korean. But they weren’t even studying it. Rather, they were studying each other’s lips. And to be honest, it excited both of them even more so.

-

But they did. They ended up debuting, along with Sungchan. Of course, their Korean wasn’t as great as the latter. There, but very weak. There were even times in their careers when they questioned if they would’ve learned Korean faster if they weren’t distracted during their study sessions.

When they first started helping each other out, they thought they had planted just one, single hibiscus seed, which bloomed, giving them the ability to learn Korean.

But maybe that wasn’t the only thing that blossomed. Maybe something else had sprouted from their awkward liasons.

End.

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 01.23.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.04.21

[skullchicken]

Blackout - Part 6

Info I Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

And then she sent him a text-message the very next day. And then she convinced him to play this stupid game. And then she showed up at work and stole his master key!

"Hanne." Mr. Sulzbach loudly snapped his fingers around his face. Leaning over his solid wood desk, the human man just barely reached his chin. “Still asleep?” No, but he sure felt a bit woozy. "Partied too hard yesterday?”

Ah, that's why he was here. The boss didn't like that he bailed.

“Wasn't a busy night, yesterday. And the shorty had to get home somehow."

“Aw, Hanne. Don't stress yourself out, I'm happy for you”, he grinned, surprisingly. Or maybe not. The boss liked to pretend he was 'one of the guys'. Liked to buy them drinks. Crack jokes. Pound shoulders and puff sides. That only ever lasted until someone rubbed him the wrong way. But if it made the boss sleep better at night, Hanne was fine playing along. Even if his smooth, studio-tanned mug yanked his chain.

.

To make matters worse, he was now reaching under the desk where he had a minibar, refrigerator and glass cabinet. Because to top it off, the boss also saw himself as a cocktail artist. The menu in the club was composed by the man himself – the club's “unique selling point”. And every two weeks or so he took out his creativity on some poor twerp.

"We gotta toast to that – I'm sure it's been a while, hasn't it?”

That was none of his goddamn business. But he shrugged awkwardly. And wondered if he could somehow wind himself out of this.

"I gotta work later.”

"Oh, woo – you can put that away, a big guy like you," he laughed, opening a vodka bottle with his tattooed arms. He didn't even ask him what he liked to drink. "Do tell – are you popular with the ladies?"

"Nope."

"Didn't think so." Tomato juice puffed up like a small cloud inside the glass. Hanne kept a real close eye on it.

"How about men?"

"Neither."

And now he was taking spices out of the drawer. That was homing in on a Bloody Mary. Weirdly enough he had to think that salty GHB wouldn't taste out of place in a spicy cocktail.

"There's no soy in there, is there?"

"That's tomato juice."

"Yeah, but they use it to extend sometimes.”

"It's tomato juice – you know, now that I think about it, I've never seen you hanging out with other trolls."

Hanne shrugged in response.

"Isn't it strange that you don't live with your kind – that's how you people usually do it, right?" That was one way of describing a ghetto. He stabbed a stick of celery into the soup and pushed the glass towards him. "Aren't you lonely?"

.

What a question. He'd spent decades putting on as many layers of 'fuck off' as his body could take. He had specialized in not needing anyone, not messing with anyone, and only keeping himself and his houseplant alive.

Of course he was lonely.

Through the hole that the question had just poked into his heart, a shred of truth escaped.

.

"The shorty... I think when she's sober she won't like me anymore."

"Dunno about that, there's a fetish for everything."

Of course. What did he expect?

"But who wants to be a fetish?"

“When you look the way you do, that's a question you don't ask." He looked meaningfully at the cocktail and nodded with encouragement. Reluctantly but obediently, Hanne took the drink and emptied it in one gulp. It was a small glass, but he couldn't completely cheat the liquid past his tongue. He made a face. Was he imagining things – or wasn't it too salty?

"Did you mix in something extra?"

"That wouldn't knock you out anyway," chortled the boss and put on a face mask. Why did he put on a mask? "- but they will for sure."

Then the door crashed open and masked men with clubs poured into the office. He could only look from the gang back to his boss. And laugh.

"You can't be serious..."

.

Three strikes hit him before he could even get out of the chair. Each time they bit through his jacket into flesh – stun shocks. The first one tickled. The second stabbed. The third hit his neck and his consciousness like a truck. The body was a prison. Mages could leave it temporarily. Matrix-addicts thought they could. But everyone who wasn't dead had to return to it sooner or later. Had to live with the pain. With the constraints. With the scars. Masks, it rang in the back of his head like an alarm bell, they all wore masks – and surely not without reason. He had to get out of here, and fast. He pushed his body mass past the three men who were trying to stop him with their small frames. But he was a glacier. He blocked an uprising club with one hand and grabbed into the yakuza's face with the other. Traumatic brain injury. Probably two weeks of headache, nausea, perhaps even a vegetative state, speech disorder, paralysis. The man stumbled over backwards. Hanne reached over to the door. As his fingers closed around the handle, the world slumped from under him, the edges of reality soft like warm butter. Oh no – the gas took effect. Was it too late? Probably. Still, he threw the door open.

Amanda stood there, eyes as round as pool balls.

She had found him.

.

What were you supposed to say in a situation like this, being pursued by Yakuza, blood on your hand, blisters on your face? 'Usually I'm not like that?' – lies. As if this wasn't an embarrassingly on-the-nose-caricature of his life. 'Help me?' – how? No. No-one would help him, no-one could help him. They were many, he was alone and the darkness was already tearing at the edges of his field of vision.

"Out," he finally barked.

The last thing he saw was her wafting head of hair.

.

Amanda

"Out," coughed Bob before he collapsed in front of her eyes. Behind him, through the crack in the door and into the office, she could already see the thugs get back on their feet. She took her heels and ran, slipped back through the door through which she had entered the corridor. The hall with the first dance floor was empty, but only briefly.

As soon as she took up position against at the wall next to the door, it flipped open and four gasping men stumbled in. Amanda used the opportunity to pluck a hair from her head at speed. She still did not have a plan yet – but everything depended on her staying undetected. With a full hand she pulled a strand of magic. The drain boiled her guts. She suppressed a wheeze. If her hands were still visible, she would have seen the blood pool under her fingernails. But no, she remained, suffering silently pressed against the wall, completely invisible, while Arne Sulzbach heaved himself onto a stool at the counter. He didn't look so good either: His eyes were glassy and the sweat pearled on his forehead.

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And so all four of them took a breather.

"I thought he'd never keel over.”

"Don't worry, I put another load in him on the way out," the yakuza with blond, short hair announced, his thumb pointed at the door.

"If they cut the bonus because of you, you'll pay me the difference." The third member of the group had long, black hair in a high pony-tail.

"Omae – with trolls you make sure."

“Does he have a lung filter?” The question was directed at Arne. He just shrugged, staring off into space. “If not, it doesn't matter how broad he is. That stuff will knock out vampires if necessary. Are we not doing well, Mr. Sulzbach?”, he asked, amused.

He wiped his forehead with his leather-brown hand. Whatever “that stuff” was, apparently it was no joke, even with a face mask.

"I'm okay. But... can the three of us even get the guy into the van?"

The two men laughed. The blonde one pulled a flat box from the inside pocket of his jacket. The patches peeking out of the packaging reminded Amanda of folded pads. He patted Mr. Sulzbach's shoulder.

"We're gonna take a 10-minute break until the gas has fizzled out and then there’s gonna be a round of stim patches for everyone. Kappa will whine like a stung pig when he comes to, but he'll be as good as new."

"Temporarily," added the black-haired man.

"Temporarily," smirked the blonde.

Amanda smiled, too.

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The blonde had clamped the torn package under his arm. So with pointy fingers it was easy enough to steal a patch. The actual problem was rather how she would slip through the door unnoticed. At least two of them always looked in its direction. She could either wait for an opening or she would have to be real fucking fast. Right now she still had time to decide – but the minutes crawled by on the clock like hours. And so she bode her time, tense enough that she could have jumped out of her skin.

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"Is he even worth the trouble?"

The two yakuza exchanged looks. One shrugged as if he didn't care.

"I guess so, otherwise we wouldn't be here."

"It definitely is. I took a look at the template. You wouldn’t have to do a lot of operating to match. Sanding down bones costs next to nothing. Artificial muscles are way more expensive. And Aidan Byrnes is rising like crazy right now. The guy has mega-action Tridstar quality if he manages to break through. But even if he doesn't, the bunraku would make their money back in no time, his fans are already really hardcore, so – what?” The other Yakuza shot him a weird look. “I do research for my jobs. Why don’t you?”

"'Research', alright,” the long-haired man ribbed. "500 gigabytes of trog porn on your commlink. For research."

The blonde looked at him reproachfully.

"Hey, that's no way to talk about your mother.”

Him and Mister Sulzbach roared with laughter while the other pretended to strike a blow. Amanda seized the moment, held her breath, and pushed through the cracked door.

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She ran past Bob's smoldering body, into the office, towards the third yakuza and his stun baton. She flinched when she saw his head. The eyes were open, the chin resting on his chest, the side of the head blood red. After a quick shudder she helped herself to the baton, checked the on / off button briefly, made it zap.

Alright – time for round two.

[malaks-perch]

wine tasting

consul valerius x reader

everyone loves a pain in the ass...

warnings: maybe some innuendoes? floof. spice and everything nice. soft angst, but i dont think so. sofff valerius? spicy valerius👌👌 swearing. i think there's swearing

a/n: sorry this took so long @taeguccibracelet and i think its kinda short. lil fast paced too. my ask is open.

now when nadia asked you to spend a day with valerius, you did not anticipate the forever drinking man to be so.. so.. so sassy.

i mean who could refuse nadia? portia came scrambling in as you finished speaking with nadia when the redhead announced the early arrival of some foreign ambassador the countess appraised your company and asked that you entertain her's for a while.

now honestly, you'd rather let them scream at each other until they lost their voices. neither of them got along, asra once dismissed himself, but the nadia's hopeful eyes were hard to ignore.

portia was silently thanking you a thousand times over as she trailed behind the countess.

when the courtiers got wind of this?

you? entertain them?

all of them scrambled for an excuse to be elsewhere. everyone except valerius.

"well? you heard the countess." he raised a brow, motioning to the door making the wine in the same hand violently jolt in it's glass. "entertain me."

you had to grit your teeth. bite your cheek. curl your fists. anything to keep from snapping on this arrogant son of a—

"are you going to stand there?" valerius shook his head unimpressed that his needs were not met. "if standing around is all you're good for, now that you've gone and defeated—"

"listen here, you pompous piece of palace trash." there went your restraint. words were flying fast and not a thought in your head would stop you from giving this man a piece of your mind. "the only reason you're here, valerius, is because nadia took pity on your drunk ass. you're lucky that asra stopped lucio from dragging you down with him because if it were me? i would have dropped you like a bag of dirt. entertain. yourself."

the audience in your head was applauding you for a flawless rebuttal to valerius. you were storming towards the door and already planning how you would unwind after dealing with him. honestly, the nerve of that guy—

a hand shut the door you had begun to open. fear spiked at your nerves. for a moment you forgot who you were and the identity of the person behind you. striking up an ounce of bravery, you followed the hand over your shoulder to valerius.

now.. you would expect a furious courtier. the smell of nectar and a sweet floral scent filled your nose that would have put anyone to ease, but the bitter trails of alcohol were a sharp reminder of who you had pissed off.

but upon seeing valerius at ease, you didn't know what to expect. he raised a brow, a tiny smirk on his face upon meeting your wide eyes.

"if i had been lucio moments ago that little outburst of yours would have you banished from the palace walls in a second."

you wanted to tell him that you'd purposely give him food poisoning, but the clarity of his silvern irises rendered you speechless. especially when he leaned in until he was a breath away.

"but it's a good thing i'm not him." he whispered, staring into your glimmering eyes.

there was a moment of stillness. valerius staring into your eyes and you trying to figure out why you didn't want to rip him apart for invading your personal space. but then it was gone.

he was gone. turning his back to you and skillfully picking up a few bottles of wine and an old glass in another. one moment you could taste the sweet aroma on his breath and another he was back to you.

"come along, magician." valerius raised a brow to you, peering over his shoulder with a smirk. "why don't we disappear for awhile? it'd be a shame for you to have an episode in front of the countess."

disappear?

your eyes widened. no way. he couldn't have— could he? you chased after valerius, running through the door after him, "was that a pun?!"

valerius rolled his eyes as you both walked down a hallway and off the veranda into the garden. it was then you realized that the path valerius was taking through the garden was one you were unfamiliar with.

you reached for valerius, clinging to his arm as you glanced around at the different part of the garden where valerius was taking you. he only smirked, never sparing a glance as stopped in front of rusted iron gates that towered over the both of you.

"valerius, if you even think of assassinating me—"

valerius let out something of a laugh before glancing over at you, "obviously the palace magician isn't aware of the previous count's cellar."

"lucio couldn't have—"

"as much as lucio would like to claim this masterpiece, this is far too classy for his tastes."

you fought a laugh, watching as he pulled out a gilded wooden key and unlocked the giant doors.

valerius ushered you inside and closed the door, unaware of how you'd suddenly looked doe-eyed when you'd begun to take in your surroundings.

plush pillows and blankets were set over every inch of the floor. shades of maroon and magenta set out in the floor while floating candles lit themselves up upon valerius muttering an incantation.

"it's amusing that you consider yourself important enough to be assassinated." valerius called, plopping down on a large black pillow much too big to be for just one person.

"and i suppose you are?" you scoffed, raising a brow as you took one of the bottles from valerius and sitting next to him on the blankets.

he set a hand on his chest as he set down wine bottles, "vesuvia would weep for me."

"i would weep for vesuvia if historians thought you were important enough to be assassinated." you snorted, opening the wine bottle so the cork flew past his head.

in turn, valerius mirrored you except his cork hit you square in the forehead. he chuckled at the horrified look you gave him.

in favor of preserving your honor, you chucked one of the pillows behind you and it landed square in valerius's face. he sat up in time to see you on your back, laughing at the way his face contorted with disgust, but upon seeing you smiling he couldn't help but smirk a little.

he handed you a bottle and you took it wondering what on earth made his lips turn up in the slightest.

"i didn't know you could smile, valerius."

"I didn't know the palace magician could have fun." he shot you smile, gilded eyes watching you from over the rim of his glass.

"you never asked." you teased, wrapping your lips around the bottle's rim and dipped your head back to let the sweet liquid sliver down your throat.

if you'd been looking you would have seen valerius nearly drop his wine glass while he stared.

his eyes focused on the length of your neck before trailing up to the wine that trickled from the side of your mouth. valerius tore his eyes away from you so he could gather his thoughts as he stared into his own glass.

"if you keep drinking, you're going to end up drunk." he rolled his eyes, relaxing into the pillows behind him.

he wasn't expecting a weight to come crashing down on the pillows to his right. his eyes snapped open and his head snapped over to find you with your legs propped on his and raising a brow at him.

"are you—"

"why don't you like me?" he nearly choked on his spit.

he met your brillaintly dilated eyes and nearly swore aloud for it. every time he found himself staring at them he would nearly forget what he was thinking.

you crossed your arms, waiting for an answer. with your hair messed up and how you laid back with that bottle of wine...

he found his thoughts dipping into the gutter.

"p-pardon?" he asked, opting for switching his glass for the bottle to take a nice long drink.

"why don't you like me?" you repeated without missing a beat.

valerius set his bottle down while he gathered his thoughts and waited for you to continue.

"you're always nitsticking me—"

"nitpicking."

"see?!" you pointed your bottle at him and his lips puckered when he realized that he'd proved your point. "then you're always looking down your nose at me. so tell me, consul~"

he watched you climb up so you sat up beside him. valerius tried so desperately to maintain eye contact, but with the alcohol in his system and the delicious warmth radiating off you- it was becoming a challenge.

"why don't you like me?"

he scoffed, taking your bottle and nearing your face with the slightst smirk. "i'm like that with everyone, darling."

you snatched the bottle from his lips and before he could ground something out, you were straddling his lap and pushing him back by his chest as you took a swing.

he swallowed when you never broke eye contact with him. one of his hands curling around yours that pressed to his chest before yanking.

you went falling forward and valerius' lips caught yours, drinking down the wine from your lips before pulling back to look at your flustered expression.

wine trickled down the side of his mouth and he grinned, flipping you on your back before standing up. "despite how very alluring you are, i propose we reconvene after we're both sober, yes?"

valerius helped you to your feet and promptly guided you out of the cellar upon hearing the guards calling for you.

you couldn't help, but watch as valerius locked up the cellar with the same pointed look as always except there was a tiny pull upward at the corner of his lips.

"i'm surprised you didn't we didn't wine, dine, and—"

you were cut off by his chuckle and his hand caressing your cheek, leaning into you. "obviously, you've had too much to drink."

"so you're into me then, consul valerius?"

a mischevious smile on his face before he waved his hand and let out the most dramatic sigh. "i suppose it's the pretty face that got me."

he turned meeting your eyes, the sharp gaze making your breath hitch. especially when he extended a hand towards you.

"but you can't say that's what drew you to me." his fingers looped with yours and tugged you to walk beside him.

"i think~" you sang, spinning in his arms as the sunset flitted over the gardens. "it was the wine."

valerius rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before you parted to join the guards waiting for you at the veranda.

"until next time, valerius."

you were halfway up the stairs when he called you back.

underneath the moonlight, arms crossed over his chest as he gave a teasing smile. even in the wine stained robes, he seemed most radiant as he stared upon you.

"next time, we dine first."

a giddy feeling bubbled in your chest and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling then. maybe valerius was the cranky, ill-tempered consul.

but he could be.. pleasant when he wanted to.

[nkhrchuwuya]

hello! i was wondering if i could participate in the 500 followers event? my preferred pronouns are she/they, it doesn’t really matter which one i go by. im intp, but i act differently depending on who im with. for the most part, im reserved and a very calm person. however, i get very anxious working around other people. im also someone who is almost always tired no matter what. its mainly from overworking and its something thats hard for me to prevent. thank you and have a good day/night!

hey hey, surely of course you can! thank you for coming to the blog and joining the event ✨

chuuya headcanons coming up:

i get the feeling that what draws chuuya to you is not your looks or your background (although, of course, they are both beautiful and interesting!) but instead the aura you give off. something about you settles him, and he hasn't figured out why but he really enjoys your company for that.

granted, knowing you are typically a reserved and calm person, at the beginning of your friendship/relationship chuuya can't for the life of him figure out when's the best time to let out his "fire". he doesn't want to overwhelm you, after all. it takes months for him to slowly "introduce" that side of him to you- his fiery love for cars, his want to go racing in his motorcycle, even his life as a member of the port mafia. when he realizes you are fine and accepting of all that despite your own more reticent demeanor.

chuuya is quick to figure out your anxiety. he takes his time getting to know you and introducing himself to you, so whenever someone new steps into your space and chuuya is there, he can quickly tune in on the fact that you can get uncomfortable. chuuya's always a good shield to rely on during those times.

alternately, chuuya loves talking to you! i feel like little sit-downs to just talk are pretty common for the two of you. he just really enjoys conversations with you, he feels like there's always something new he can learn from talking to you, no matter how small a nugget of new information it is. he loves when you dive into the things you are passionate about.

although you may have a tendency to view yourself rather plainly, near functionally as a person, leaning towards your work and your calmness, chuuya always finds something about you that he finds exciting, and it always surprises you when he does. could be anything, really! the way you do your hair is a little different? he's all over it. cook something that's not so common? let him have a taste! you've got an opinion on something that's rather… spicy? oh, he's all about hearing it. he sees you in a light that you don't quite often see, and he's always your hype man even in the littlest things.

chuuya doesn't like seeing you tired. you've told him over and over again that it's just how your lifestyle tends to reflect onto your body, and how unpreventable it is, but he's not having one bit of that! whatever is stopping you from getting adequate rest- whether that's school or work or even your hobbies- he's definitely putting his foot down and doing something about it. no, he's not beyond asking you to quit your work. if there's literally anything that'll make your schoolwork a little easier to do- a doctor's note giving you a day off, a gadget that'll make it more efficient to take notes- he's getting it for you. and he's not only referring to sleep kind of rest, too: he's going to tuck you in personally and make sure you get ALL the kinds of rest you need, physical, mental, social, creative… name it. and yes, he will do this on the regular, as often as he will have to.

related to that, your dates with chuuya tend to be more relaxing in nature. he just doesn't want to strain your already exhausted self any longer, so it's always something refrsehing and not draining. a picnic by the riverside, a walk around the aquarium, a spa day... he loves spending time with you slowing down and it means a lot to him when you enjoy it as well.

now, chuuya understands how much you might value your alone time. and he respects that- he has to have his own little me moments too. but he sure isn't just stepping aside! this is still related to your tiredness issue but whenever you can sneak some time alone chuuya will always go the extra mile to make sure you have the most pleasant experience you can. candles, soft freshly baked cookies... whatever it is that tickles your fancy. then he'll give you a little kiss on the forehead and leave you until you're ready for him again.

i feel like chuuya would love you as a partner because of the calmness you bring him- there's always so much hectic stuff going on in the port mafia, and to come home to someone that makes him feel like he's taking a deep refreshing breath of mountain air is the best he can ask for.

[purplepersnicketywrites]

Concept: Kirishima baking things for bakugou and the class because he used to make things with his moms but since he's in u.a he can't so he bakes with satou (also satou and kirishima once baked for almost 2 days straight because of finals and bakugou found them asleep on the ground with floor covered in cake mix and flour) i got way into this but thoughts?

my thoughts are: i love it and i have a drabble for this that went wildly in a weird direction but THANKS

One thing Katsuki could never quite get his head around - and that was saying a lot because Katsuki was damn smart and he knew it - was Kirishima’s sense of aesthetics. It was confusing, and Katsuki hated being confused. It meant that there wass something he didn’t understand, and if there was something he didn’t understand, it meant there was an unpicked thread to follow. Katsuki couldn’t help but pull on these to unravel everything so that he did know, though usually… Usually people were not the thing that held his interest. People didnit intrigue him like this. Aside from Kirishima.

Giving the redhead a once-over - something Katsuki did a lot, admittedly - ought to be it for an inspection. The boy dressed like a lunatic. Bright patterns and bold designs, all of it clashing, and a lot of red, and crocs, and spiked up hair, and none of it really matched at all. It was so jarring to Katsuki, in fact, that it worked. The contradiction. It was very… Kirishima.

Kirishima was a contradiction.

He dressed so weirdly that Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose. Then he remembered that sometimes Kirishima didn’t dress like that - an image of the redhead he hadn’t really had the time nor inclination at the moment it happened to really take in popped into his brain: Kirishima’s hair down and streaming behind him, dark jacket, white shirt, a fuckin’ bracelet.

Then, before that, a plain grey suit, and the one with the flowers he had got for Katsuki. Perfectly fitting, elegant, nothing like Kirishima wore for himself. So it must be on purpose.

Katsuki didn’t understand why Kirishima would hide his taste like that. Mask it with the most ridiculous things he can find. But then, Kirishima masked a lot of things behind that big toothy smile of his.

Kirishima had smiled at him when he had handed Katsuki the box that was now in his hand. It hadn’t been his normal smile, it had been a little nervous. It had made Katsuki’s stomach flip, but not unpleasantly.

“I, uh, made these for you,” Kirishima had said, shoving the box at Katsuki’s chest and then rubbing at the back of his neck. “Or, uh, I made them with Satou’s help. And. Then I decorated them. And they’re for you!”

Katsuki had just blinked, not sure (yet) why Kirishima’s words were so stilted, or why his own cheeks were flushed.

“I hope you enjoy them!” Kirishima said, not waiting for a reply. He had scampered back to his own door and rushed inside. Katsuki had stood there for a moment.

Now he was sitting on his bed, inspecting one of the little cookies that the box had been filled with. Every single fuckin’ one of them had a different design, and there must have been at least twenty of them. The one he was holding right now said ‘BOOM!’ in black icing, with an explosion drawn out in yellow behind it.

It looked professional. All of them did. Katsuki kind of didn’t want to eat them, he wanted to keep them and look at them and marvel at Kirishima’s skill, because Kirishima was damn good at this whole art business. He clearly knew colours. Had Kirishima sketched any of these out beforehand? The one iced like a grenade - it looked exactly like one of Katsuki’s. That one bore Katsuki’s hero name. That one the logo of his favourite band. That one was a lion because it was his favourite animal. Katsuki didn’t want to destroy these by just eating them.

If he didn’t eat them, though, Kirishima would probably be disappointed.

Fucking- Katsuki moved over to his desk chair, and began pulling the cookies out, one by one, and setting them onto the clear space on his desk. He was gonna take a fucking picture of these.

He did so, snapping a few of them all together, and close-ups of each one. So. He picked one of the cookies up. ‘No. 1′ in bold red. Fuck, but Katsuki knew what these cookies really were, didn’t he? He knew what Kirishima had meant by them. Katsuki didn’t know how the fuck he was supposed to respond. He liked Kirishima, he just didn’t have a fuckin’ clue about how to say that.

Katsuki brought the ‘No. 1′ cookie to his mouth.

Oh fuck.

It was sweet and spicy. There was cinnamon, probably mixed spice, and then a gingery kick. It was so fucking good. Holy fuck.

Katsuki savoured it, and then stood. He packed the rest of the cookies back into the box and closed the lid. Then he left it there on his desk as he moved towards the door. Katsuki left his room, took the few steps down the corridor to Kirishima’s, and knocked.

Kirishima opened the door. “Oh! Bakugou! Hey, uh, did you like the-”

Katsuki grabbed Kirishima’s face and kissed him. Throw caution to the fuckin wind, right? Kirishima made a slightly muffled noise of alarm, but he melted into the kiss, the redhead’s arms snaking around Katsuki’s waist. Kirishima pulled Katsuki into his room.

They broke apart, but not too far.

“You taste sweet,” Kirishima breathed. Katsuki felt the other boy’s hands bunching in his shirt. “So that’s a yes, I think?”

“I fuckin’ adore them, Kirishima,” Katsuki growled. He could feel himself flushing. What happened next? Should he ask Kirishima out or was that on the redhead for having initiated with the cookies?

“I like you!” Kirishima blurted. “Just- Just to be clear!”

Katsuki would ask, then. He leaned in for another kiss, just a short peck. “Do you… Wanna go on a date?”

Kirishima nodded rapidly. “Fuck yes!”

Katsuki snorted. He let go of Kirishima’s face, and then buried his own in the crook of Kirishima’s neck as he moved into a hug. It was easier to say what he wanted to say like this. “I like you too.”