#i like wrapping myself up in fuzzy blankets while not wearing a shirt or pants so i can feel the soft all over

[grymmdark]

worst part of staying at my grandmas place is i gotta share a room with my sister so I can't just chill in bed with my tits out 😔

[wonwoosthetic]

Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 15 |

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word count - 10k

warnings - brief mention of assault and toxic relationships (I won't ever go into great detail with this subject, but I have decided to make it part of this series), pls let me know if I forgot something

"It might be a little less complicated now..."

As soon as you could feel yourself waking up, the numb feeling of your limbs hit you. Your eyes felt heavy, and you knew once you would open them, there was no way of going back to sleep.

You got a tighter hold of the fuzzy blanket that was thrown over your body and cuddled yourself deeper into the cushions underneath your head. If you had really wanted to, you could've gone back to sleep, but that's when it hit you. Your eyes opened instantly, and you turned your head to the side, staring blankly at the coffee table in front of you. With a groan, you pushed yourself up and rubbed your eyes, only then realising that there was still your mascara from the day before, and another groan left your lips.

"Well, aren't you delightful in the morning," the familiar deep voice made you look up - even deeper and scratchier than usual. Wonwoo grinned at you while you glared at him with squinted eyes since the light was still just a little too bright for an early morning.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You complained, throwing the blankets off you when you were suddenly hit with the cold air hitting your bare legs, making you hastily cover them again, "Jesus! Why am I not wearing pants?!" Forgetting that you had changed out of your day clothes and into a shirt Wonwoo gave you.

Talking about the CEO, he looked at you slightly confused and slightly worried as he walked up to you, two mugs in his hands.

"Are you okay? How much did you drink?"

You looked up at him as he lowered one of the cups to place it on the coffee table right in front of you, "Not much," and got a hold of the cup right away, "thank you. Not that much... wine drunk is just different. I changed out of my clothes myself, right?"

As Wonwoo sat down next to you, you noticed what he was wearing and could feel your breath suddenly get stuck in your throat. Even with simple grey sweatpants and a black shirt, that man looked much more put together than you ever would at home. His hair was still slightly disheveled from just waking up. This was also the first time you had ever seen him in such casual clothing. You're used to finding him in suits and button-ups in the office - this simple fit on him was new to you. And if there had been someone to pinch you, you would've asked them too, but you could've sworn you saw gentle tattoos decorating his upper arm. A line wrapped around his bicep, travelling down, but you couldn't exactly tell what it was supposed to be, the sleeves covering up most of it. The bottom of what looked like a four-digit number peeked out from the rim of his sleeve as well, catching your attention as you tried to read it. Jesus... God really knew how to play with you. Due to the formal outfits, you were so used to, you had never gotten a clear sight of his skin in these places.

You decided to turn your head, hoping to get the ungodly thoughts that were running through your brain, out of your mind as quickly as possible.

"Yeah," he chuckled softly, "I gave you a shirt and some shorts, I don't know why you didn't put them on though. I didn't undress you in your sleep, don't worry."

You leaned back against the back of the couch, the blanket now just lazily spread across your legs, covering them only barely. You sent him an amused glance, "You've seen me in much less. I wasn't worried about that," making him chuckle while you continued with a nod, "So it wasn't a dream, good." You assured yourself since the memory of changing did cross your mind for a split second, but you weren't sure if it actually did happen. The heat of the mug warmed your hands, and you lifted it to take a sip. He remembered what you had told him last night - that you prefered tea over coffee.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, both just sipping on the hot liquids. That was until Wonwoo stood up again to bring his mug back into the kitchen. On his way, he cleared his throat and dared to open his mouth, "So...," he began, sounding slightly on edge for some reason, "You remember last night?"

Oh. Oh.

You immediately knew where he was going with his question. There was no possible way you could talk yourself out of this moment, and, to be completely honest, you didn't want to. The words of the night before still lingered in your brain, and if he hadn't put that question into the room, you could've sworn it must've been a dream. There was no way Jeon Wonwoo, THE Jeon Wonwoo, the bachelor, dougebag CEO, had declared his admiration for you.

"That I'm on my fucking knees for you, Y/N."

It should've made you chuckle. It sounded insane - unbelievable if anyone were to ask you for your opinion on a bold statement like this. But you would be lying if it didn't occupy your brain for the entirety of the rest of the night - which wasn't long, by the way. The two of you had stayed up for a little bit longer, and the last thing you remembered was chilling on the couch, where you must've fallen asleep and taken off your clothes, but that part was still a bit blurry.

"You have me wrapped around your fucking finger, and you don’t even realise it."

"Yeah...," you answered him. Of course, you remembered. You looked up into the kitchen, only to be met with his clearly tensed back. Wonwoo had put the mug on the kitchen island, but stood still on the side, not even moving a millimetre.

You stood up. You didn't know why, but you did. Your feet brought you over to the kitchen, but you held still in place right behind him. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the way too big for one person's apartment, and it made you want to breathe heavier too.

"Wonwoo-"

"I'm sorry for overwhelming you like that," he was quick to interrupt you, continuing his task of putting the mug into the dishwasher.

You glanced at him in confusion, not brave enough to get closer to him again, "What do you mean overwhelm me?" Was it surprising? Yes. Overwhelming? Kinda... not...

A deep sigh fell from his lips as he turned around and placed his elbows on the countertop, putting his head into his hands and brushing them over his face. 

"I don't know what came over me, and I want to apologise for that."

That stung. Why apologise? The sound of regret his voice was laced with stroke your heart like a sharp knife. He wasn't supposed to feel like that about giving in to his feelings. But then again, you already had told him the night before that he would regret it, and now you feared that it had become true.

You gulped, "So... s-so you didn't mean it?" Your nails scraped over the countertop when all you wanted to do was pick at your nails again, but there was already no nail polish left, thanks to the evening before. 

The slow shaking of his head made you suck in a gasp of breath. You could feel your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, biting down harder than you wanted but you suddenly had no control of it. That little movement of his was hitting you harder than it should. You didn't even know how you should react, what you were thinking, or what you were feeling, and yet, seeing the sign of regret on him just hurt.

"No," he whispered, making you immediately turn your head towards him. You opened your mouth, ready to react, but he was quick to continue, "I meant every single word that you heard from me last night." You didn't even blink when he looked up to meet your eyes. "But I know that it wasn't okay of me. It's not right, and it wasn't okay to just put this burden onto your shoulders. I'm s-"

"Stop." You interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows in surprise. You had caught him off guard. "Stop apologising for that. You've said that word way too much within the past few hours." He raked himself up to stand tall again as you made your way around the corner, stopping in the middle to stand right in front of him. His eyes travelled down your body, reminding you that you weren't wearing anything but underwear and one of his shirts, making your cross your arms in front of your chest.

You gazed to your right, eyes trained on your pile of clothing on the other end of the couch. "I know, I didn't say anything yesterday...," and took a deep breath, "but that's just because... I..." his gentle touch on your chin as he turned your head to look back at him, made you stop. His touches were always so soft if it wasn't in the heat of a moment. Wonwoo put his fingers on you as if he was scared to cut into your beautiful skin. Even with the roughness of his hands, they felt silky against you, and you could feel your body wanting to lean into every single one of his touches.

"I told you, I don't expect an answer from you," he quietly spoke to you even though you were the only two people in the room.

You sneaked your hand up to wrap around his wrist as his fingers were still placed underneath your chin. Your thumb brushed against skin, petting it gently - you could've sworn you felt the hair on his arm spiking up.

"I know," you copied his tone, taking a small step forward to be just the littlest bit closer to him, "But you're making this really hard." Was all you could come up with on the spot. Wonwoo opened his palm and cupped your cheek. His eyes fell down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. You could feel him slowly pulling you in while also leaning in slightly. You noticed just how close you were when you felt his breath against your mouth, "Don't think too much about it. Just go with it."

You were about to close your eyes, letting the moment just happen, when the ringing of your phone echoed through the apartment, making you jump away from his touch. Your phone was still in your bag that hadn't been moved ever since Wonwoo had placed it on there. 

Suddenly out of breath, you rushed over, dropping the CEO's hand, snatching the phone into your hands, and taking a quick look at the screen, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion before accepting the incoming call.

"Bina?"

"Can you open the fucking door?! Where the hell are you?" She shouted through the speaker, making you have to distance your phone from your ear, "I've been knocking like a maniac for five minutes. What the fuck are you doing? You know that I'd rather catch you in the middle of fucking with someone than waiting in the hallway."

Once you were sure she wouldn't say anything anymore, you brought the device closer to your ear again and spoke, "Good morning to you too, and thank you for destroying my ear-drum first thing in the morning. What's going on?"

"I just told you what's going on, open the door, I'm waiting and I have some neeews," singing the last word happily. Her ask made you look down at your feet and stutter,

"Ehm... I...," your eyes fell on Wonwoo, who was eyeing you, clearly interested in what you had to say to the person on the other end of the line. "I can't... I-"

"What do you mean, you can't? Is there someone with you right now? Is it Won-"

"NO!" You quickly stopped her, scared that her voice might be too loud coming from the phone, "No, no. I just... I'm not home right now?" You made it sound more like a question than a statement by accident.

A gasp came from the speaker, "What?! But you don't start work until like an hour, where are you? I got out of bed extra early to catch you!" She whined, making you sigh and cup the bridge of your nose.

"Alright, alright, I'll be there in a bit, okay? Just wait."

"But where are you right now? Do you want me to come get you?" She kept on asking, to which you shook your head, walking over to the couch, to get dressed as quickly as possible once you would end the call.

"No, don't worry, give me just a few minutes, and I'll be there. I'll explain everything then, okay?" Hastily putting your phone between your ear and shoulder.

Bina huffed out a big chunk of air, "Alright, alright. You better have an explanation for this, young lady." You shook your head in disbelief before ending the call, throwing your phone onto the sofa and digging through your clothes to find your pants first.

Wonwoo took a few steps closer to the living room, "Everything alright?" You turned around, finding him on the other side of the couch.

"Yeah yeah, just a... friend emergency," you didn't know what else to call it and waved it off with your hand, "I should get going."

"Oh, you're already awake! That's good!" The cheery voice of Chaewon rang through your ears, making your eyes go wide when you realised how little you were wearing as she strutted into the open space of the apartment, looking as ready as she could be - hair and make-up done and dressed perfectly like the classy lady that she was. 

Wonwoo noticed your panicked reaction and did the first best thing he could come up with, which was to hurry to stand in front of you, covering your entire body with his.

"Hey mum," he greeted her, whereas you were only able to shyly wave at her with one hand while your other was trying to pull down the shirt to cover up as much as possible.

"Good morning," you quietly greeted her, a kind but nervous smile on your lips.

"Okay, so I was thinking," she immediately started ranting, not noticing the awkward situation she had just interrupted with her eyes fixed on her phone, "We could go for breakfast now. I found a wonderful little café around the corner. I totally forgot how beautiful some of the restaurants in the era are. Then after-"

"Mum, didn't you want to curl your hair?" Wonwoo suddenly asked her, making her stop in her tracks and lift her head to look at her sun. Her hands flew up to her head and touched her hair,

"What? I already did," she looked panicked, "Did I forget a strand? Doesn't it look curled? Oh no- wait, I'll be right back," before rushing out of the room, back into the bedroom where she had just come out of.

You chuckled at her reaction and hit the man's stiff back that was still in front of you, "You didn't have to say something like. You almost gave her a heart attack."

He shook his head and turned around, "She'll be fine once she sees that her hair looks perfect. And it made her leave, didn't it?" He looked down at you, a smirk playing on his lips, making you slightly more nervous than you would've wanted. 

It seemed as if he was about to say something, but decided to close his mouth again, opening it once he thought about the next words more clearly, "Get dressed before she comes back," and stepped aside, leaving you more room to breathe again. He got a hold of his phone on the coffee table and continued speaking to you while looking down, "I'm gonna call Hongseok so he can bring you-"

"No, stop." You snatched the device out of his hands, only to put it back on the table to your right, "I told you I don't want to be driven around by him." Wonwoo remained calm and kept his gaze on you, nodding gently, "Right, sorry. I'll try to remember that." And turned around to walk towards the entrance.

You took the time to put your clothes back on, starting the pants before taking your shirt, sorry, Wonwoo's shirt off, and putting your blouse from the day before on again. Right before you finished buttoning it back up, the deep familiar voice rang through your ears again, "Are you done? Can I turn around?" His question made you turn around, finding him standing at the dining table, his back turned to you. He held his head low, looking down at his hands. 

His stand made you chuckle as you walked up to him, stopping next to him, "You didn't have to do that. As I said, you've seen me in much less."

He positioned himself so you were chest to chest again, "Privacy is still privacy."

You squinted your eyes at him, slightly amused by the line that was playing in your head that you couldn't hold back, "Think about that the next time you rip my blouse open, leaving it with no buttons to close it again."

Your sudden comeback made him smile to himself and clear his throat as he played with whatever he was holding in his hands, "So you're saying they'll be another opportunity for me to do that?" Looking up with a proud smirk decorating his goddamn near-perfect face, watching a beautiful rush of pink come to your cheeks as you pressed your lips into a thin line.

Wonwoo chuckled at your reaction, "Just playing, kitten," he tapped your chin, "Thinking back to last night, I know I'll get another chance for that."

Kitten? Kitten?! Did he just-

"I'm gonna go now," you announced, your voice just as stiff as your body as he reminded you of what had almost happened just a mere few hours ago.

He nodded, "Okay," and whispered, waiting for you to walk away from him, but you kept up your interlocked stares for another good ten seconds before the voice of his mother came back.

"Wonwoo, I don't even know why I believed you, I forgot you-," she came to a halt once she spotted the two of you, "Oh, sorry for interrupting." You jumped back and immediately turned to face her,

"Oh, no no no, don't worry, I was just leaving," and approached the entrance door with quick steps. You found your shoes by the wall and crouched down to put them on, not seeing the disappointed facial expression of Jeon Chaewon.

"Ah, I see... I thought that... we could maybe spend the day together...," you raised your head, quickly meeting her eyes and once you did, the feeling of guilt spread in your stomach. This woman had so much power with just her words and expressions... for some reason, disappointing her was the last thing you'd ever want to do, and you had only just met her the day before. What a powerful woman...

"Sorry..." you pushed yourself back up after closing the clasp of your shoes, "I-I ehm... I have to go to the office today- I mean, first home and then to the office. So..."

"Well then maybe tomorrow?" She wondered, "I can change my train ticket and go back home tomorrow evening, so we can spend some time together tomorrow."

"Sure!" Your mouth reacted before your brain could, not even thinking about the fact that the next day would be a normal day at work as well. After your brain registered the words you had left to linger in the air, your eyes travelled to the side, stopping on the CEO who was standing only a few steps behind his mother, gazing at him with raised eyebrows. "Right, Wonwoo?" The man smirked before walking up to you after getting a hold of your jacket and bag, putting it on his shoulder to help you put the outerwear on first. 

He put his hands on your shoulder, brushing along the fabric, "I'm sure if you asked nicely, you could get a day off."

If you asked nicely... he really had to do that in front of his mother?!

"If I asked nicely?" You wondered, meeting his gaze as he handed you your bag with a nod. "I'd love to spend some time with you tomorrow, Chaewon," you didn't go further into Wonwoo's demand and smiled at the older woman who clapped her hands excitedly,

"Great! I'll get your number from Wonwoo and will text you later, alright?" To which you nodded, watching her disappear into the kitchen.

Once she was out of sight, the CEO put his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, looking at you a little confused, "I... I don't remember you asking nicely."

You secured the bag on your shoulder and grinned, "And you can wait for that to happen because I'm telling you now, I'm taking the day off tomorrow to spend time with your mother."

He copied your facial expression, "Alright." As you were able to turn towards the door, you felt his hand on yours again as he got a hold of it, lifting it up and opening your palm. Before you could wonder what he was doing, your felt something being placed inside of it, making you look down. As soon as his hand left yours, you found a car key in your grasp, "What's that?"

Wonwoo chuckled, "I think you know what a car key looks like."

"Yeah, but I'm wondering, what the hell I'm supposed to do with it," you kept your hand open.

"You know what a car key does? Open a car. You know what a car does? Drive," he simply answered, but you continued staring at him perplexed, reaching to grab his hand, and putting the key back into his hold.

"I'm not driving your car, are you insane? I told you-"

He put it back into your hand, "You said, you don't want Hongseok to drive you, and you really think I'm gonna let you get into a taxi? Girlfriend?" He teased you with the last word, smirking down at you.

You sighed in annoyance, "And you're just gonna let Hongseok drive you and your mum around town today?"

Wonwoo smiled at you, leaning down slightly to push a strand of hair behind your ear, "She doesn't like being driven around by him too much either, she's just as annoying as you about that. And besides, I have two other cars and a motorcycle waiting for me in the garage as well, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, princess."

You gulped, feeling a rush of heat coming to your cheeks again, making you push his hand away from you,

"Stop that," you spoke hushly, only making his grin widen at your reaction.

You felt his thumb stroke your cheek for a second, "But I really enjoy seeing you like this."

"I'm gonna go," you announced again, to which Wonwoo smugly replied,

"You've said that before."

"Yeah, and now I'm actually fucking going to," you looked down at your hands for a quick second before looking up again, catching him with raised eyebrows, awaiting another one of your complaints, "How do you know I'm not gonna crash it?" You knew you were provoking him. That was exactly your plan.

"Please be careful. We don't want you to get hurt, do we?"

"I was talking about the car."

He shrugged, "I have insurance."

"What if I spill something inside of it?"

A nod and a smile from him, "There are people that can clean that."

"What if it gets dirty?" That question got a deep chuckle out of him as he took a step closer to you, leaving you, once again, little room to breathe normally.

"The dirtiest thing that car could come across can only be you and your foul mouth." You gasped, immediately hitting him in the chest, only making him laugh out loud as he got a hold of your wrists, holding you closely against his body, letting you feel his muscles underneath his shirt. "Tell me I'm wrong."

You fought against him, amusing the CEO, "I'm not telling you shit, let me go." With another chuckle, he let go of you, and you were finally able to walk towards the door,

"I'm leaving!"

"Bye, babe! Have a good day at work!" He shouted through the apartment, making you turn around after you had opened the door. You glared at him, holding up your middle finger, earning you a whole-hearted laugh from him.

"Bye Y/N!" Wonwoo's mother's voice came from the kitchen.

"Goodbye, Chaewon!" You smiled as you left.

In the elevator, you let your back hit the wall hard. A deep breath left your lungs as you let your head fall back and you closed your eyes. Too much had happened in the last 12 hours or so.

Suddenly, you had a fake-dating scheme going on with the one person you swore off and told yourself to not get too close to, that exact same man admitted his feelings for you while slightly intoxicated, and then you crashed on his couch, woke up with him in the same room, wearing his clothes, and now you were on your way to go and drive HIS car. The world seemed to be moving a little too fast for your liking.

Yes, you had kissed. And yes, you even had fucked. But... whatever this tension was that was going on between the two of you was something different. It started off with being purely sexual, out of hate, mixed with desire and just impulsive actions. But now...

Even though you may have had a glass too much the night before, you were sure that if you had been stone-cold sober, your body would've reacted the exact same way to his words - they were still lingering in your mind.

On my fucking knees for you Y/N.

You have me wrapped around your fucking finger, and you don't even realise it.

Didn't you realise it? Did you really not realise it? Or didn't you want to realise it?

The gifts, the invites to events, the pick-ups, that fucking fake-dating shit that you suddenly had going on because Jeon Jinyoung couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut. It all was right there in front of you.

The fake-dating Wonwoo didn't seem to want...

I thought it was a good idea. I have no idea why the fuck I thought it would be a good idea. But this is just bullshit. I can’t do it.

If he really meant it, he was a good ass actor in front of his mother.

But not only could you remember his words. You also remembered his actions. His touch. His kiss. Kisses. As much as you'd want to deny it, and at that point... you were pretty sure you were above that, they felt good. It felt too good to deny it. Your body reacted to him whether you wanted it to or not. The last time someone had engulfed you into his arms like that, kissed you like that was... never. Chanyeol used the same amount of force, probably even more, but there was no passion. At least not compared to whatever the fuck Wonwoo was doing. Because THAT was... passion. It must have been.

Everything felt so good with him. From the first kiss in the meeting room, which was way too long ago, to the quick fuck in the janitor's closet, him bending you over his table, to the night before. Him hugging you. Tightly. God... fuck, so tightly. And kissing you. Deeper than you could've ever imagined.

You had wanted more. You remembered that. As drunk as you were on him and the alcohol, you vividly remembered where your little session had ended because you were ready to go all the way for a third time with him. But he wasn't... he didn't want to.

Not tonight, Y/N. Not here, not now. I want to do this right.

Jesus... even with him not even in the room, he was able to make you feel flustered as you noticed the damp feeling of your underwear and heat, not only between your legs but also in your face. The power the words of this man had on you...

You snapped out of your daydream and noticed the elevator had long ago come to a stop, and the doors were open, leading you into the garage. You had been here before but didn't remember it as well as you would've liked to. Looking down into the palm of your hand, you did the next best thing you could come up with, which was to press the unlock button, hoping to hear the sound coming from the car or see the headlights flashing up. Thankfully, you were surprised by both and quickly found the slick black, from what you could see, Bugatti.

You sighed deeply at the sight of the monster, "What the actual fuck." Fear washed over your body at the mere thought of driving that thing across the town and even having to park with it. You whined out loud, not even caring if anyone saw or heard you - people should know what this man was doing to you. The amount of trust he must have. Or he truly just didn't care since he had other vehicles as backup. You chuckled at the thought. 

Other vehicles as backup, you could only dream of that. But then again, who would even need multiple vehicles? You have one, that's great, and if something is wrong with that one, you bring it to a workshop, you get a different one in the meantime while they're fixing it, and within a few days, you have your car back. Owning more than one was just purely to boost your confidence and show off, you rolled your eyes. There was no other reasoning behind that, or so you told yourself. And there you had it, a red flag right in front of you. Right?

-

It is safe to say, the drive with Wonwoo's Bugatti was the most nerve-wracking thing you had ever experienced. The journey to your apartment was accompanied by multiple men rolling down their windows to tell you how cool the car was, wolf whistles from the sidewalk and hundreds of eyes that followed the vehicle. You couldn't imagine having to go through that every time you drove a car like that and wondered how Wonwoo was able to do this without it getting on his nerves, but again you remembered the Wonwoo you first met and the Wonwoo you knew from the past - cocky and full of confidence. It was attractive in some way, you hated to admit.

You parked in the garage and took the elevator up to your floor, where you were greeted by an over-dramatic Bina, who had taken a seat on the floor, and her back against the wall with her head hanging in an awkward position.

"Oh, thank God, the queen has finally made it!" She jumped up in ecstasy, throwing herself into your arms, "I thought I was gonna have to call the cops to come and get you."

"Jesus," you chuckled, "Alright, alright, calm down," and patted her back before pushing her away from you, earning yourself a growl from the girl.

She stood back with her arms crossed while you fished your keys out of your bag, "You know, I would've expected you to be a bit happier to see me. We haven't seen each other in like weeks, and you just push me away like that?" You rolled your eyes and opened the door, motioning for her to go in first, but after she gave you the cold shoulder, you got a hold of her coat and dragged her inside with a yelp coming from her.

"Shut up, you idiot. You know I'm always happy to see you," the two of you took off your outerwear before walking further into the apartment, "But where are the keys I gave you? I thought you had the spare one."

With a shy grin, Binna opened one of the doors of the cupboard in the hallway and took out what you had just mentioned. She held it up, grinning at you, "Sorry."

With a sigh, you brushed past her, walking through the living room and into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water and make her the cup of coffee she always needed early in the morning.

"Soooo," she trailed after you, singing, "What did I interrupt? At," she took a quick look at the clock on her phone, "six in the morning."

"You didn't interrupt anything," you answered her before gulping down the entire glass.

She smirked, "Well... something or should I maybe say someONE did make you quite thirsty, huh?" Wiggling her eyebrows only made you roll your eyes once again. "Where the fuck were you last night, young lady?"

While Binna stood proudly next to the counter with her arms crossed, you leaned onto the sink, debating how to start this conversation as you eyed her outfit. A thin black turtle neck crop top with no sleeves, slick black leather skirt and thin see-through tights that were underneath knee-high socks. Interesting choice of outfit for the cold temperatures outside, but nothing too surprising from someone like her.

"Maybe I should ask you that," you smirked, knowing that she wore that exact outfit for most of her first dates - of which she had quite a lot, little miss no to commitment. 

With quick steps, she stopped right in front of you, taking the glass out of your hands before pointing at you sharply, "Don't you dare change the subject. Where were you?"

You couldn't help but smile for some reason, maybe because even just the memory of it was ridiculous, maybe because it kinda made you want to smile. "You're not gonna believe me anyways."

"Says who?"

Another sigh left your lips before you locked eyes with her, holding it for a second when you finally gave her the answer she had been waiting for, "I was with Wonwoo."

It didn't even take her a millisecond to react. The reaction came right away. She gasped, taking a step back, holding onto the counter, "Shut the fuck up, no you weren't."

You chuckled, "Yes, I was. But before you-"

"SHUT. UP." She smiled brightly at you, twirling into the living room, her giggles filling the apartment, "OH MY GOD. You spent the night with him?! You said it's complicated between you two! Is this your definition of complicated?!"

You inhaled sharply, sucking the air into your lungs between your teeth, "It might be a little less complicated now..."

-

"Hm..." was the only sound that came from Binna after you had finished the story of the night before, not leaving out the slightest detail. From the unlucky encounter with Jeon Chaewon to the evening you spent together, and the night you shared with none other than Jeon Wonwoo. But most importantly, the words he spoke to you, and the feelings that were currently messing with your stomach, your head, and your heart.

"Yeah...," you breathed out, taking a quick look at your clock to know when you should be getting ready to get to work on time. 

Your friends took the last sip of coffee that was in the mug before sighing, "Not gonna lie... I don't know if that makes the whole situationship you've got going on even more or less complicated."

"I don't know either!" You whined out loud, holding your head in your hands, letting your elbows rest on the countertop. "Binna... what the hell is going on?"

"You have to know that, babes."

Even though she was right, and you very well you that she was, you wanted to hit her so bad as soon as those words left her lips.

"But one thing's for sure," she started again, coming to put her mug into the dishwasher, "That man is SUCH A FUCKING simp, oh my god."

"Binna!"

"What?! He is! He even said it himself, Y/N!" She got a hold of your hands, "He said that he was on his fucking knees for you," she made sure you were looking directly at her as she spoke to you, "That man is down bad." She stared at you for a moment before continuing, "And I'm afraid... it's not much different for you."

"Huh?!" You snatched your hands back from her grasp, "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't you even dare try to deny it! You had a smile on your lips the entire time while you were talking about him," your hand flew up to touch your lips, "AND you were blushing when you got to the kissing and simping and disgusting loving shit."

With a groan, you hid your face behind both of your hands, hoping it would somehow disguise what you were feeling right now, but as every best friend would, she knew exactly what was going on.

"It's okay to give in, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?" You lowered your hands again, looking at her in confusion.

"I understand that you might be a bit hesitant now. First, because it's fucking Jeon Wonwoo we're talking about here, and second... because of... him... you know?" She didn't have to say his name, you knew what she meant and who she was talking about. "But Wonwoo doesn't sound all too bad now..."

"You said he was disgusting!" You chuckled with a desperate undertone. Why was this all so difficult?

"Yeah," she smiled, "At the beginning, because what the fuck was up with him. But now... from what you've just said... he's a lot different from how I imagined him to be, to be honest. And..." she took a deep breath before continuing, "I know it's hard to give in, but... he seems so much different from... Chanyeol."

You shuddered at the mention of his name and shook your head, "At the end of the day every man's the same."

"Just because Chan-"

"Not only him!" You argued back, "I have proof of that all around me, all the fucking time! And for all my life! Chanyeol, Jeonghan, my own fucking father! Wonwoo's father!"

"Yeah?" She threw the argument back at you, "And what about Mingyu? Or Jisoo? Huh?!" Binna knew you wouldn't argue about these men. "They're different. So why not Wonwoo too? He sounds like... not gonna lie, he kinda sounds perfect."

"A bit too perfect," you mumbled.

She shrugged, "Yeah, so what? Why not give it a try? Why does it have to be too perfect? Why can't it just be perfect."

"Because it never is for me."

"You never know unless you try." You looked at her in disgust, making her nod, "I know, that was a disgusting quote. I know, I know, I'm sorry. But I mean it."

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and let your eyes rest on your best friend. The woman that swore off true love. "That's coming from you? The person that said she doesn't believe in true love?"

"Not for me," she stated, "I don't think it fits for me. But for you?" Suddenly your face was cradled into her hands as she was squishing your cheeks, "You are such a perfect little person. The perfect woman that I want to see get married to someone that deserves her." You smiled as best as you could in that position. "And you know who that perfect someone would be?"

"Who?" You wondered with raised eyebrows as she dropped her hands again, sending you her signature smirk, "A man that admits that he's down on his fucking knees for you."

-

After dropping Binna off at the school she works at since she got a ride from a taxi to you, you made your way to the office. Getting out of the car, knowing that you'd never drive it again was one of the most relieving feelings you have ever felt. As much as your best friend loved getting a ride in that thing, you just couldn't befriend it. It was everything you didn't want in a car.

You made sure to lock it properly and walked up the few steps to enter the lobby, greeting everyone that had already arrived there just like you would every other morning. It was a little later than you had planned to get to work, but Binna's one-night stand story from the night before took a little longer than expected, and she had to remind you once again of the chance you were letting pass if you didn't 'jump onto the Jeon train, or rather Jeon body' as she put it. Thinking back to her comment in the car made you chuckle.

The silence you were surrounded with in the elevator was quickly interrupted by the messenger sound of your phone. You looked down into your bag to get it into your grasp. The screen lit up with an unknown number right at the top of your notifications. After opening it and tapping on the messenger app, you were able to read the message, but what caught your eye at first was the picture attached to it.

You, on the couch, laying comfortably wrapped up in a blanket, while Wonwoo was sitting in the corner of the sofa next to your head, his legs stretched out on the other side of the L-shaped couch. His hand was gently placed on top of your head as if he had been brushing through your hair only moments before the picture got taken.

A rush of heat went through your body, making the blood shoot into your cheeks. You took a deep breath to calm your beating heart and hoped for the weird feeling in your stomach to pass. Yes, I know, you told yourself. Fucking heart… always ratting you out. A quick glance at the message made you chuckle:

Don’t tell him I took this photo, but the two of you were too sweet, I could help it. P.S.: very excited for tomorrow! <3 - Jeon Chaewon

After you typed a quick reply, hoping to convey the same ecstatic emotion through it, you arrived at the right floor and exited the elevator, putting your phone back into the bag and trying to calm the multiple thoughts haunting your head. You hoped not many other employees had already arrived to see you come in later than usual and were greeted with exactly just that. Most offices were still empty, making you sigh in relief. Once you reached the open area that held more tables of employees, you were greeted by silence. You frowned. Is this usually how late the others arrive to work? Or were you just abnormally early on any other day?

You brushed the thought away and turned towards your private office room, noticing the lights had already been turned on. Someone was sitting in one of the chairs in front of your desk, their back facing you, making you jump when you realised it was probably just Mingyu waiting for you. But when you dared to take a closer look, you noticed the silhouette had absolutely no resemblance with the co-CEO. They seemed to be on the taller side as well, but the haircut was quite different, as well as the build of his shoulder. 

With slow and careful steps, you got closer to the door, opening it just as slowly, and just peeking your head in before you spoke,

"Can I help you?" You managed to keep your voice strong and steady, not showing just how nervous you were at that moment. The strong gulp that followed ratted you out though.

The figure jumped at the sudden appearance of you, turning around and standing up quickly, making you gasp as soon as you came to sight with who it was. As soon as your eyes met, his fell down to the floor, just like they usually would whenever you had met ever since the fallout.

"Sehun?" You wondered in shock, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

The man cleared his throat, scratching the back of his left hand, finding the situation clearly uncomfortable. "Hey, Y/N."

"What the hell are you doing here?" You raised your voice slightly, stepping into your office but keeping the door open, "Get out."

"No, wait," he raised his hand to stop, "Let me ex-"

"No! What the fuck, Sehun! You can't just walk in here. Do you want to get sued?! How on earth did you even get in here?"

"Hong Jisoo let me in," he simply answered, stunning you.

"What? Jisoo? Where is he?"

Sehun shrugged, "I don't know, he told me to wait here and threatened me that he would tell Mister Kim and Mister Jeon if I did anything stupid." You had to hold back a chuckle at the thought of Jisoo threatening someone. 

You sighed, "Sehun, I really don't want to see, so please get the hell out of here."

"Let me explain why I'm here," he almost begged, taking a step closer to you.

"I don't care why you're here!" You raised your voice once again, "You're not supposed to be here. Do you know how vital this can be for this fucking lawsuit?! You can't just wa-"

"I have evidence that will help you win this case." His interruption made you shut your mouth. You stared at him with an unreadable facial expression. Just straight. No emotion.

"What?" You let the door fall closed.

He turned around to grab something off your table. Holding up an envelope, he explained, "Here is everything you need." With two big steps, he stopped in front of you, handing the envelope over to you. You reached out for it hesitantly, trying to read his eyes, but it just confused you more because you couldn't tell whether he was lying or not or what the hell he was trying to do.

"What do you mean?" You tried digging deeper, walking over to your table to get your bag and coat off and opening the package. Your fingertips were tickling with anxiety as you fished out the pieces of paper. Documents filled with texts and pictures. You spread them out on the table.

"Everything that's inside here will help you guys. I promise you."

"Sehun, I don't understand, can you-"

"We stole your app." You looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. He raked his fingers through his hair, "That Parasound app that we're suing you for. We stole it from here- well, one of our employees did. For Chanyeol. It was never ours in the first place. It was yours." Before you knew it, he was standing right beside you, putting the documents into an understanding order, showing you each picture as he continued his explanation, "Here. These pictures were taken with your security cameras, but we took that footage with us and deleted it. Kinda deleted it... I found it again. First, one of your employees, Chen, came to your office. I don't know how they just let him through, but they did. He managed to get past everyone else and held some kind of presentation. Here." The picture of the security camera made you gasp. You remembered him. He was the guy you hadn't been familiar with. The guy you wondered what he was presenting when you met him in the meeting room. So he actually wasn't an employee you hadn't seen before. He never worked there in the first place.

"While he was doing that, Baekhyun managed to sway one of your employees to let him borrow her ID to get into the building and asked her about some security stuff. I don't know much about that, that's his speciality." You recognised that face anywhere. Nahee. That bitch. One compliment from a guy, and she's on her knees already choking on his dick. You rolled your eye in frustration, but Sehun continued.

"Then," he brought out a new set of pictures, "The night of the raid. Those were Minseok and Baekhyun. They managed to get in, turn off the alarm and then had around five minutes to get everything they needed, took the security footage with them and ran off. That's... how we got your stuff."

...

...

...

This. What the hell was this. What was happening?

Everything that happened in the past weeks, even months... suddenly everything came together. How on earth was all of that somehow connected to each other... How long had they been planning this?

You stumbled back, holding your hand in front of your mouth. Sehun stood on the side, watching you carefully, a look of guilt written all over his face. You didn't dare to even take a quick glance at him, not knowing what your reaction would be. There was nothing you felt at that very moment. What were you supposed to feel? Surprised? Shocked? Hurt? Stupid? Dumb? Because all of it was suddenly making sense. Because somehow no one thought of putting two and two together. But who would've thought of such a master plan? One man. There was one man that would do exactly that - and that was Park Chanyeol. What a menace that man was...

You expected a lot of bad things to come from him. You shouldn't be surprised. And yet you were. How were you supposed to imagine him doing such a thing? No normal person could ever come up with that type of plan, but then again, Chanyeol was anything but a normal person.

And now you had his best friend or past best friend, you guessed, in your office, showing you every single piece of evidence he had in his hands against the one person that had taken him under his wing and given him a job when he needed one. Chanyeol and Sehun had known each other ever since you could remember. It had always been Chanyeol and Sehun. They were known by the entire campus. Teachers knew them, students knew them, hell, even some parents were familiar with their names. They had built up their little empire of Exodus Entertainment and now Sehun was ready to throw that all away. For what was right.

"I'm sorry, Y/N-"

You were quick to stop him with a raise of your hand.

"Why are you showing me this?" Your voice was suddenly not much but a quiver, quiet and breathy.

Sehun sighed, trying to find something his eyes could be fixed on, "I don't know... I... I'm so fucking tired of this. I don't want to do it anymore. I don't know what Chanyeol was thinking when he came up with this plan... but I don't want to be any part of it anymore. I never wanted to," he quickly added, "But you know... you know how he can be sometimes."

You could feel tears coming dangerously close to dropping from your eyes, "Oh my god." Another shivering whisper.

"I know this is probably a bit much. All at once-" he lowered his tone, speaking carefully now.

"Oh, you think?!" A salty chuckle fell from your lips as you turned your head to glance at him.

He dropped his gaze to the floor, "I just really thought you should know about this. I'm sorry this happened, Y/N."

A moment of quietness washed over the two of you. You took a few deep breaths to gather yourself and pinched the bridge of your nose, hoping to get a clear mind again. There was too much going on right now.

"You shouldn't be the one to say sorry," you broke the silence.

Sehun nodded and lifted his head again to meet your eyes. He looked at you in agony. You could tell. You saw the boy you had met in the first year of college again. The quiet one who was too shy to talk to anyone, but suddenly was the life of the party around the people he was comfortable with. The quiet boy who loved helping you understand your homework better. The quiet one who never missed a study date, and would stay up late to explain everything in detail to you. The one Chanyeol always got overly jealous of whenever you spent 'too much' time together.

He wasn't the asshole that betrayed you. That used you. No. He was the good friend you had lost thanks to an asshole you now had to call an ex-boyfriend.

"Maybe not only me," he started, "But I have so much to apologise for... to you," and gulped, "I hope this might be a start to that." Your eyes fell down to his hands, where one was scratching the back of the other again - a bad habit he had never gotten rid of. With quick steps you approached him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, surprising him as he stood still, and just let the moment rest. After realising what was happening, he freed his arms from your embrace and wrapped them around you, holding your shoulders in comfort. You let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you whispered,

"Thank you."

He squeezed you just a little tighter, "Thank you too."

With a deep breath in, you let go of each other, gazing into each other's eyes with a smile, remembering what the two of you used to be. Friends. Good friends. Alys. All before it was pulled away from you.

Just when you went back to look at the document again, Sehun spoke up again, "There's another thing," making you look up at him. He thought for a second before opening his mouth, "There's a USB stick in the envelope," you immediately reached for it, turning it around to let the stick fall onto the table, getting you curious, "There...," he lowered his head, "There are women... who..." He spoke slowly and seemed to be unsure of how to continue this conversation, careful with every word he was about to say. "There are women who... have similar stories to you... with Chanyeol," his statement made your bloodstream stop. "Very similar encounters. And they're ready to speak up on it and make sure he will never be able to run a company ever again. Their statements are on the USB stick. You can take a look if you want to," he took a closer look at you, trying to make sure you were okay with what he was saying, "You don't have to. But most of them would be ready to speak in court. I talked to them."

You met his eyes again. While his were full of pity and hope, yours were red. Red and filled with water, just waiting to run down your cheeks. 

"Are you serious?"

He nodded with a slight smile lighting up his face, "Dead serious."

"Why are you doing this?" You couldn't help but to let the question tickling your tongue fall from it finally.

Sehun sighed and shook his head, "I'm tired of this. I don't want to continue supporting a man like him."

You nodded in understanding, scared of what your voice would sound like if you opened your mouth. By closing your eyes, you hoped to suck the tears back into your body, just wanting the haunting memories of what used to be a relationship to rest in the past and be forever forgotten. Now was your chance to come clean with it. To let everyone know. To finally free yourself from the daunting reminders of 'love'.

Your gazes met for a last time, eyes sparkling with the reflection of the lights above.

"Thank you," you mouthed, making Sehun nod. You didn't need to speak. He knew.

-

Even though you were thankful that morning when you had stepped out of the Bugatti, thanking whoever was up there in the sky that you would never have to drive that thing ever again, you were even more thankful that you still had it as you had rushed to Wonwoo's apartment. You prayed that there was no speeding ticket awaiting you in the future, but that wasn't for certain because never had you ever driven around the city with a speed such as then.

The rain didn't help much and only scared you more. You didn't know you were scared of the rain until you had to drive at full speed in a sports car through a packed city during rush hour. Now you knew that you were scared of said thing.

Hastily, you gathered the envelope from the passenger seat and left your bag in the car as you exited it. You had parked on the side of the street, needing to get inside the building as quickly as possible. Plus, you weren't sure if they would let you into the garage or if you'd need a special card or key - who knew in a fancy complex like that.

With quick steps and your free hand shielding your eyes, not caring how wet you and your hair were getting, you made it to the entrance, looking for the right button to press, but there were no names next to them. Why the fuck were there no names written next to the buttons?! You whined in frustration and decided to just hit one button after the other, thinking that one of the people behind those doors must expect something or someone and might open up. To your luck, it only took five seconds before you heard a buzz, letting you know, you were able to open the front door. You pulled it towards you harshly before stepping in, rushing over to the elevators, only to assault the buttons there as well - sometimes logic helps and is good and sometimes your mind will convince you that the quicker and more often you would press a button, it would help the elevator to arrive faster.

After another moment that passed way too slowly, it finally arrived and you pushed yourself in, remembering the right floor and waiting for the doors to close.

One the entire way up, you couldn't help the anxious trembling of your leg. You looked down into your hands that were clutching onto that paper as if your life depended on it. Because in one way or another, it did. What you were holding was so precious. More precious than anything you had ever owned. You were certain that your brain still hadn't fully fathomed just what was going to happen once the information that you were holding would leak to the public, and most importantly, the court.

The familiar 'ding' of the elevator let you know you had arrived, making you look up and exit it the second the doors opened for even just a centimetre. You cursed as you walked towards the wrong direction and had to turn around but breathed out deeply as soon as you arrived at Wonwoo's apartment door. There was no time to be wasted. You knocked. Hard. If it hadn't been the most expensive-looking apartment complex you had ever seen, you probably also would've shouted out his name, but that was not the time to make enemies with the neighbours - there'll be another time for that.

On the other side, someone must have approached the door as you heard a faint, "No, wait!" Before the door opened. You raised your head, mouth already open to start rambling to the CEO you were expected to be met with. But that was not the case. In front of you was a brunette woman. Probably around your age.

You shut your mouth quickly and just continued staring at her.

"Can I help you?" Her voice was kind. Too kind, which immediately made you think negatively of her.

Were you at the wrong door? No. There was no way. The apartment behind her looked exactly like Wonwoo's. But then... who the hell was she? And why was she wearing a sweater just a little too big and cut too differently to be an oversized one for women...

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[unbridgeabledistances]

hi 💜💜 i got a prompt about ian x body image a while ago (my inbox is a hot mess and i may have deleted the prompt lol, but i did paste it into my phone notes)- and i was feeling some feelings today & had some spare time amidst my travels & ended up writing this!!

prompt: can you write about ian and his relationship with his body image, esp post-canon when they move to the westside

(tw for body image/eating disorder/food mentions)

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He didn’t really even think about it the first times that he did it— skipping a few meals that went unnoticed in the morning clamor of the Gallagher kitchen. He noticed his skin growing tauter and tighter around his abdomen with every passing day, a hollow absence sitting like a rock in the pit of his stomach.

He did it for a reason—he’d been getting more lingering looks under the flashing lights at the club, more unwelcome fingers pressed against the now-present ridges on his stomach, tracing his toned upper arms. The less there was of him, the more they wanted him.

The thing about Ian is that he was always disciplined; the middle child, the one who was overlooked and ignored and blended in until he decided that he had to make a name for himself. He and Lip and gotten into hair-tugging, jaw-smashing fights about this very reality; Ian was completely, totally, absolutely ordinary. Until he made himself extraordinary—until he burst through the storefront labeled “ARMY” at a strip mall with smudged windows and said with a tall chest: I want to enlist.

Everything had led up to this— every push-up on the creaking slanted floor of their childhood bedroom, every jog at the crack of dawn. He was going to make something of himself, he was going to be a hero.

He was going to get the fuck away from Mickey, and his wife, and whatever else kept pushing him down and holding him back.

When Ian came back from the army, when he was sleeping on exposed floorboards and working at the club all night—that was when it all actually started. When he decided that less of him meant more—when he decided that he should give people the best show he could, because everything else was fucked up anyways. This was all he was good for.

But then Mickey came through the door, pale skin flashing in the strobe lights, wearing that fucking dark button-up with sleeves folded to his forearms and smelling like nice cologne that he’d almost definitely stolen from one of his brothers’ bathroom shelves; and for a brief moment after the initial shock set in, Ian was proud— proud of how much negative space surrounded him, proud of how he could press his thighs into stretched golden spandex better than any of the other men thrumming to the beat beside him on the podium. Proud of how much other people wanted him, when Mickey didn't.

It was only later, after Mickey carried him home (easily, too easily) after he’d passed out in a snowbank, and Ian had woken and waited for Mickey to burst into his bedroom door at the Gallagher house while he leaned against the wall and scribbled on a notepad— later, when Mickey was about to curl on the floor and sleep using one of Liam’s balled-up t-shirts as a pillow— that Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes lingering on his uncovered torso, a second longer than the quick glances of admiration from the well-dressed men with greased-back hair and grubby fingers at the club. It hit Ian, then, when he saw Mickey’s gaze that was soft around the edges, the same fuzziness and confusion of Fiona’s stares when he would chatter on for too long in the mornings:

He’s worried about me.

But Mickey played along— Ian was back, and Mickey stayed beside him this time, and chuckled when he walked down the stairs to the sight of Ian cutting off the bottom half of his old ROTC pants, now multiple sizes too big and hanging baggy even at the hips. Mickey curled beside him on the twin bed, silently stroking hair back from his forehead and cradling his cheeks with a feather-light touch as Lip and Liam’s even, sleeping breaths swirled around them. And Ian kept doing pull-ups, and told Carl that he liked the way that Mickey smelled. Mickey came out for him. And for a while things were really, really fucking good, and Ian didn’t even think about the gnawing hollow feeling in his stomach at all any more.

Until a grey morning came, quick and silent, and kept him frozen under the sheets for days.

In the months afterwards, Ian trained harder, faster—he met up with Fiona as she pushed Liam in the stroller and jogged beside them, ran before and after shifts at the club, did push-ups on Mickey’s grimy floor while he was out handling Rub N’ Tug shit.

I’m not Monica. This wasn’t going to happen again. His body could do this. His body could fix his brain.

It couldn’t.

Most of what happened on the “road trip” with Yevgeny (that was the only phrasing that Ian could really mentally use to name the incident, the only semiotic filler for “kidnapping” that didn’t want to make him burrow even deeper under his tattered blankets) was a blur—Mickey feeding him fistfuls of pills and room-temperature Gatorade, luring Mickey to the dugouts where he tried to do a pull-up and felt a quivering in his limbs, a weakness rather than a familiar and fulfilling burn. Slamming Mickey in the face with a fist that was too flimsy, too weak—a fist that still left the blooming of a bruise on Mickey’s jawline, a splatter of blood caking into his eyebrow. But still weak, still not enough. Definitely not strong enough to fight off two MPs with loaded guns, tangling his hands behind his back and forcing him into the backseat of a car.

More blurry days— on the road with Monica. Breaking up with Mickey. Getting a job at Patsy’s. Withering away, purple bags sagging under his eyes. Becoming less, always less.

Then, a glimmer of light— he met Caleb. He studied to be an EMT. He got a call from Mandy, got to wrap her in his arms in less-than-ideal circumstances.

“I got tired of starving myself to fit in that golden thong.”

It was the first time he’d said it out loud.

He started to run again—and he started to not miss it, the hollow feeling gnawing at his insides, the twisting lack. He met Trevor, he went to brunches, he ordered mimosas and muffins and kept himself in shape, but didn’t push himself too far.

So it surprised him, really, when once again his body and mind weren’t in sync.

That was the biggest thing he’d think about, in the idle hours of he and Mickey’s prison cell, months later—that for once in his life, years after the nights at the club or the hazy early mornings at Patsy’s or in a baggy janitor uniform, he was actually doing really, really fucking good. He had a following. He was strong. Or at least he thought he was.

But something about being near Mickey pulled him out of his head and into his body, centered him— it always did. Mickey had always liked his body; Ian remembered how Mickey’s eyed at lingered that night at the dugouts, when they were two kids doing pull-ups and Mickey watched his muscles clench in the moonlight, two sets of shining eyes and bodies warm with beer leaning closer to each other in the muggy air. But Ian never felt a need to flaunt his body, or change his body, for Mickey— and in so many ways, those first days in prison were like his body was coming home. Sometimes it was hard, and fast, and filthy words whispered into each other’s skin—and sometimes it left them grasping for breath in an entirely different way, in fingertips lazily skimming over collarbones and fisted into roots of hair, of breathed “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful”s escaping Mickey’s parted mouth that Ian mentally stored but never brought up again, because he knew in the best case scenario Mickey would just roll his eyes and call him a “soft bitch,” and in the worst he would just flat-out deny it. But Ian felt balanced in a way he hadn't in months, with all the "Gay Jesus" bullshit pressing in. He took his meds, he did his nightly sit-ups, he counted down the days—until the hourglass was slipped out from under his fingertips and he was teleported back to the Gallagher house, back to the place where so much of this began and so much was about to end.

The hollowness, the hunger, didn’t really need to be there anymore once he was out— it was only a dull murmur. A ghost, a memory trapped in dreams of strobe lights and prying hands.

Mickey got out, and they got married—and in the moments before Ian called Mickey an “ugly motherfucker” as he let a smile crack onto his face—and he knew Mickey felt it, knew Mickey heard: I have never known anyone as beautiful as you.

And Ian’s fullness just kept blooming and compounding and radiating after the wedding; they fought, and then they didn’t, and it didn’t matter anyways because they were fucking married. Ian kept doing sit-ups before they went to bed, even though he felt like he didn’t really have to anymore. Something big had shifted; something had settled and given way, had filled in all the cracks.

So he’s surprised, when they move to the West Side, and that feeling starts to stir again; faint, fuzzy, like some sort of invasive and shapeless amoeba in the dark corners of his brain, whispering and hissing that there should be less of him. On their first morning in the new place he heads to the gym, wearing a camo t-shit that covered his torso and shoulders—and of course he ends up making a fool of himself next to some guy, some guy that he could have been, with sweaty toned abs and bronzed skin and rippling muscles. He doesn’t know why it gets to him, that small interaction—he’s so much happier now, so fucking happy he’s buzzing with it, but there’s also something churning in the faultlines of transition; that aching for hollow absence and stretched skin and interested eyes, that feeling that made him woozy and lightheaded as a kid but also sickeningly proud, like every moment of standing tall, of dancing, of staying alive was a statement, a challenge, a test of how much he could push his ability to be desired.

He immediately pushes the thought down. He doesn’t fucking need that anymore to keep his head above water; he’s stable, he’s loved, he’s fed. He’s growing organic tomatoes, and definitely developing a farmer’s tan from his days hunched over their way-too-tiny community garden plot tenderly watering and pruning the vines and brambles. He is desired. So it doesn’t make fucking sense that the hunger, the clawing in his stomach for the absence, doesn’t really stop.

**

“Okay Gallagher, spill.”

Ian felt his eyebrow raise instinctively at Mickey’s tone. “Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at this fancy fucking chicken thing you made for, like, twenty minutes. Stop staring at it and eat your goddamn dinner.”

He felt a twist in his gut. I don’t want to.

“M’actually not really that hungry.”

Mickey’s eyes narrowed. “The fuck’s up? You stressed about work shit?”

Ian huffed out a breath of relief. “Nah. It’s not that.” He fiddled with his fork on the plate, drawing lines into the sauce pooled under the tomato-basil chicken he’d made. It was healthy, it was good, he’d worked out today; he could stomach a couple bites of dinner if he fucking had to. He just had to work up to it. Even the smell was making his stomach twist— it had smelled good while he was cooking it, placing fresh-scented basil leaves into the simmering sauce, but now it just was too much.

Mickey’s boot nudged against his calf from under the kitchen island. “Ey. Is it a tired thing? Or a… sick thing?” His eyes darted to their kitchen cupboard, where Ian kept his meds on the bottom shelf by the water glasses. “Or, like, a food thing?”

Ian felt his fingers go slack around his fork. “A food thing?”

“Yeah, man, y’know. When you get all weird about food.”

A tightness in his chest. “What the fuck? I don’t get weird about food.”

Mickey’s eyes flickered to meet his—and Ian would have gotten more pissed off if he didn’t see the soft concern bleeding into Mickey’s gaze, how cautiously Mickey was trying to broach the topic. Ian blew out a breath. Of fucking course Mickey noticed this shit— he always did.

“Weird how?”

“I don’t know, man. You’re usually good, especially compared to when you were fucking starving yourself when we were kids. But, uh… I don’t know.” Now it was Mickey’s turn to play with his food, scraping his fork along the remnants of sauce on his plate that was nearly clean. “You got kind of weird about working out and shit in prison. And then at the house, with all the quarantine bullshit the first few weeks. Eating fuckin’ cereal all the time, then not eating at all. You’ve been normal since then, or whatever. Lookin’ healthy.” Ian felt Mickey’s gaze drag over him. “Just don’t want you getting stressed out and not eating again or whatever.”

Ian felt a muted warmth blooming in the hollow of his stomach, filling in the cracks of where the jagged feeling continued to claw. If it was anyone else laying out this fucking analysis of his habits Ian would’ve gotten defensive—or at the very least annoyed, that someone was pinning down yet another one of his behaviors, putting them under a fucking clinical microscope.

But of course, this was Mickey— and the difference with Mickey was that he cared, he cared so much that it made Ian’s body ache every time he realized it. Those words wouldn’t have come tumbling out of Mickey’s mouth if they hadn’t been building for a while, hadn’t been gnawing away at some corner of his mind over time.

Ian raised a hand over the table to clasp into Mickey’s warm palm—reaching over the empty plate, the plate of uneaten food.

“It’s, uh. A food thing.”

Mickey’s eyes met his—open, listening.

“You’re right about all the starving myself shit from forever ago. And the not eating. And the… quarantine stuff. I guess I just thought that now that things were good, it’d go away? And I feel so fucking good right now. But sometimes I just have weird days.”

Mickey huffed out a breath. “I fucking know you do, dumbass. M’just saying that I notice that shit. And we can figure it out.”

Ian felt the corner of his mouth tick upwards. “I really thought it was gonna go away. I’m a fucking adult.”

Mickey shrugged. “Sometimes shit doesn’t work like that, Gallagher.” He chugged a sip of water from his glass, apparently glad that this heavier part of the conversation was over now that he knew what was up. “It’s like what you tell me about my shit with Terry. Trauma doesn’t just magically fucking disappear.”

Trauma. He’d never really thought about it like that before—he had plenty of childhood shit to work through, between abandonment and raging mental illness; and he’d never really thought that his body image issues made the list.

But maybe they did— maybe this was another wound, one that he could learn to heal.

Mickey kicked his shin under the table. “There’s cereal and stuff in the cabinet, I got the Fruit Loops shit you like. Want me to wrap up the chicken and shove it in the fridge?”

All he could do was nod— and once again feel that warmth on his insides that Mickey was this good, that he knew how to make shit like this easier.

And he snuggled into the couch beside his husband, a bowl of soggy cereal in his hands.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

The 100-Year Old Virgin

Pairing: Virgin!Steve Rogers / Fem!Reader

Words: 2000+

Summary: Reader has a crush on Steve but he is already seeing someone.

 Warnings: explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), squirting), friends to lovers, lost of virginity, SMUT!!!!! NO MINORS!!! 18+!!!!

A/N: This was my first time writing a Steve Smut fic (Only because I have only written Supernatural smut) and I am very proud of this fic. I like to write in 3rd person, just because it makes it easier on myself. There is some fluff at the end but for the most part it’s smut. Also I posted this on my Ao3 account and people seemed to really like it and I want to see if it happens with all platforms. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing it. 

Y/n sat on the couch of the Avengers compound. She was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and one of the t-shirts, she stole from Steve, her best friend. She has her Y/h/c hair up in a top knot and black fuzzy socks on her feet. She was watching The Big Bang Theory on the giant tv in the lounge.

She was relaxing, when a tuxedo clad Steve Rogers came rushing out of the lift. She looked up as he rushed past her with a pair of black dress shoes in his hands. 

Y/n whisted, “Why do you look like a blonde double o’ seven?” She questioned, pausing her show and standing up. Steve tries to put on his shoes but ends up falling flat on his face, he rolls onto his back and looks up at her. “Steve, why’re you in such a hurry?” She asked, helping him back onto his feet.

“You know Destiny?” He questioned, oh Y/n knows Destiny. She hates her, because the day Y/n had the courage to tell Steve how she felt about him, was the same day Steve introduced Destiny, his girlfriend, to the team.

“Yeah I know her.” She nodded, and then clenched her jaw shut, so she didn’t say anything she’ll regret.

“Well tonight I have a date and I think tonight… might be the night.” Steve shrugged, and a blush dusted his cheeks.

“Tonight might be the night for wha-” She started to ask, but it clicked with her and her eyes widened. “Steve are you a virgin?” She asked.

“What?! No, no…” He trailed off, and Y/n suppressed her smirk and took his shoes from him. She helped him with his shoes and then stood back up. He looked at her faded dark blue t-shirt. “Is that my shirt?”

“You should know by now that I steal your clothes all the time, Steven.” She shrugged, and patted him on the shoulder and walked to the couch and leaned on the back. She crossed her arms and looked up at him. The look on his face was nervous and he was playing with his fingers. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, and nervously chuckled.

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re about to sweat through your suit.” She said, and he sighed and dropped his defensive facade.

“Fine! I’m nervous that I’m not ready to cross that line.” He explained, and Y/n cocked her head to the side.

“If you’re not ready. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“But I feel like it is and I don’t know how she is going to react if I’m not ready.” Steve rambled, and she placed her hands on his arms, and he looked at her in the eyes.

“Steve, if she really loves you then that shouldn’t matter.” She said, and he let out a breath of relief.

“I wish that all women were like you.” He sighed, and she chuckled.

“Well they aren’t, unfortunately. But you’re going to be late.” She said, and he quickly placed a kiss on her cheek and grabbed his keys and wallet. “Bye!” She yelled, and Steve waved before slipping out the door. Y/n sighed and plopped back onto the couch with her blankets and pillows. “Good job, Y/n. You love him and yet you let him go.” She sighed, and buried her face in a pillow and screamed before taking a breath, then unpaused her show.

After a while she fell asleep in the sea of blankets and pillows. She woke up to the sound of the door open and shut. She jolted awake and looked at the mystery man in the kitchen, but she could see it was Steve. He saw that she was awake and paused in his tracks.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He questioned, as Y/n got up and walked into the kitchen behind the lounge. She grabbed a bottle of beer and popped the cap off.

“Yeah. But I needed to get up anyway.” She shrugged, then took a long sip of beer and then looked Steve up and down. “Your tie is still around your neck. So I’m guessing it didn’t happen.”

“No. I wasn’t ready, but she was and then when I told her I wasn’t… she broke up with me.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie.” She said sympathetically. “Wanna stay up late watching crappy tv?” She offered, walking back over to the couch.

“Sure.” He shrugged, and plopped down next to her. She leaned over and grabbed the remote, and her shirt rode up and Steve saw the back of her Y/f/c lace bralette, he blushed and quickly looked away. She leaned back and sank into the pillows.

“Alright what’d you wanna watch? Big Bang Theory? Game of Thrones? Supernatural?” She questioned, and Steve looked over the tv screen.

“What about Friends?” He shrugged, and she nodded.

“Sounds good.” She said, and played it and leaned back against the couch. After it started, Y/n realised that it was the episode, where Ross came back from China with Julie and Rachel was jealous, and Y/n can’t help but feel like she was in the same thing. The episode ended and Y/n was quick to pause the tv before another one could come on. Steve looked at her confused.

“Why’d you pause the show?” He questioned, and she turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you go through with Destiny?” She asked, and he looked a little taken back by her question.

“Why do you ask?”

“I mean you can get any woman you want by just stepping outside. Most women are practically in love with you. I mean I’m in love with you-” She stopped her sentence, in realization of what she just confessed.

“Y-you love me?” He questioned, but Y/n didn’t answer, she just dashed down the hall to the stair and took them two at a time. She got to her floor and ran into her room.

She paced the room waiting for Steve to come knocking. “God damnit, Y/n! You take one look at that man and practically fall apart! Now you just confessed your love to him, right after a break up! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She exclaimed, and then someone cleared their throat from behind her. She froze not exactly knowing what to do.

“I don’t think it’s that stupid.” Steve said, from where he stood at her doorway. Tears filled her eyes as she slowly turned around. She laughed a watery laugh and sat at the edge of her bed.

“Yeah, well I think it’s stupid that a man like you would ever look at me the way you looked at Destiny.” She explained, and he sat next to her.

“Why would you say that?” He asked her sympathetically, and looked at her with big puppy dog eyes.

“Because, I’m not pretty enough, skinny enough, good enough for a man like you.” She whispered, and Steve looked at her with confusion and a little bit of pity. She looked at him and saw the pity so she jumped up and started pacing the room again. “No! Don’t look at me like that!”

“Look at you like what?”

“With pity! I don’t want to be pitied.” She sighed, and he stood up and took her hands in his, so she’d stop pacing.

“I don’t pity you. And as far as I’m concerned, you are the most beautiful dame I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Steve said, she looked up at him as tears fell down her face.

“Then why don’t show it?” Y/n questioned, as her voice cracked. He decided instead of words he would show her, so he placed his hands on her face and leaned down and kissed her. She froze for a moment not really knowing what to do, but then she came back to reality. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He pulled her up by the backs of her thighs. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her without removing his lips from hers. He then pulled back and looked down at her.

“I don’t show it, because I was too scared to.” Steve said, and she placed her hands on his face, so he would look at her.

“Well, don’t get scared now. Because I want you, and by the bulge in your pants I think you want the same.” Y/n whispered, and he leaned down and kissed her hard. She untied his tie, then pushed his suit jacket off. She took her hair down and it flowed around her face, like a halo. She reconnected their lips as she unbuttoned his dress shirt. “Too… many… clothes…” She said, through kisses. He quickly stood up and took off everything except his boxers. He stood back and watched. As she sat up and took off her shirt, then her socks, and finally her sweatpants, leaving her in matching lace panties and bralette.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.” Steve said, and climbed on top of her. He kissed and sucked down her jaw, to her neck, collarbone, then finally to her chest, leaving little red marks in his wake. Before Y/n knew it her bra was gone, and Steve had taken one of her breasts in his mouth.

“Ohh… Steve.” Y/n moaned, as he nipped and sucked on one breast before switching to the other. He kissed down her stomach to the hemline of her panties. “Are you sure about this?” She questioned, and he looked up at her.

“Of course. I love you and I want to show you.” He said, and she smiled and pulled him up for a heated kiss.

“I love you too, Steve.” She whispered, and he again kissed down her stomach to her panties. He hooked his fingers under the hemline then slowly pulled them down. The cool air hit her already soaked pussy, and she mewled out. He smirked and gently spread her legs. He groaned at the sight of her completely exposed to him. He used his fingers to spread her folds, before he dived in. He thrusted his tongue into her wet channel. She moaned and mewled out as he sucked on her clit. He plunged two thick fingers into her. He curled and thrusted them in and out of her pussy. “Ohh… Steve, how are you so good at this?!” She exclaimed, as he slammed three fingers into her.

“Tony sent me a lot of porn, when I first started dating Destiny.” Steve explained, and Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“That sounds like him.” Y/n said, then he curled his fingers and they hit her g-spot and she arched her back. She cried out as her orgasm took her over. He continued to suck her clit and thrust his fingers, until she came down from her high. He took his fingers out and she took them and sucked them clean. He smirked and climbed over her and connected their lips. She rolled him over onto his back. She straddled his thighs, then pulled his boxers off. His hard member slapped his taut stomach. Y/n took in the size of his and practically drooled at the sight of him. She took Steve in hand and gave a few pumps, before taking the head of his cock in her mouth. She licked the slit, tasting the pre-cum already dripping down his shaft. She slid her mouth down his shaft, until he hit the back of her throat.

“Ohh… Y/n!” Steve groaned out, as she swallowed around him. She hollowed out her cheeks and gently sucked. He moaned and thrusted his hips up, so that his cock moved farther down her throat. Steve pulled her up, then rolled them over, so he was on top. He kissed her fiercely, as he lined up and started to push into her. She had to break away from the kiss, so she could cry out, as he bottomed out. “Oh. You’re so tight, doll.”

“Move. Please, Stevie.” Y/n whined, and he started thrusting in and out of her slowly trying not to hurt her, but she wanted more. “I’m not going to break. Please fuck me. Hard!”

“Whatever you want, babydoll.” He whispered into her ear, then started thrusting hard and fast into her. She cried out and arched her back, he used this new position and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and nipped on her breasts, leaving hickeys and red marks all over her chest. He kept thrusting hard and fast into her wanting pussy.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Y/n yelled, and he brought a hand down and started rubbing tight circles on her clit. His cock hit her g-spot over and over again, and that set her off. Her thighs shook as she started squirting all over his cock and chest. Steve groaned at the sight of her squirting all over him. He pulled out quickly and came in spurts of hot, white cum. The cum covered her stomach, pussy, and breasts. He slumped over her without crushing her. After a few minutes of resting, Steve got up and walked to her bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth. He soaked it with some water, then came back in to see Y/n tangled in her white sheets, his cum covering her body, her hair a mess around her head, her eyes closed in peer bliss, and a lovestruck smile across her face. If Steve could take a photo of this he would, she was just so beautiful in his eyes. He walked over to the bed and gently cleaned the cum off of her body, then threw the washcloth in the laundry hamper. He climbed into bed with her, and she immediately cuddled up to his chest.

“I love you, Y/n.” Steve whispered to her, thinking that she was asleep until he heard her voice.

“I love you too, Steve.” Y/n whispered back, then closed her eyes and cuddled closer into his chest. He wrapped both arms around her, and hugged her closely to himself, silently promising never to let her go.

[worldsover]

Wintertide Inside ft. Gahyeon

length ✦ 4841

genres ✧ cockwarming; anal; gf!Gahyeon

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Maybe it’s obvious, but you’re thankful for Gahyeon’s ass. A simple contract—if you need a cocksleeve to wrap you or if your girlfriend needs a toy to fill her, neither of you would say no. You’re nominally in charge today but the outcome’s the same either way, with cum seeping from both ends of her tract and your cock sore in the best plight a man can have. 

Swift moans interject her snoring to surface you from your nap, probably because of flashes of biting air that creep in from some draft in the room. Her red crop-top is the only article of clothing on her scrumptious physique while you’re completely stark.  Don’t want to get up so you hold her somehow closer with no worry for your own frigidity. Gahyeon is tiny in your entwine. As you emanate heat from your torso to her back, she returns it tenfold between her legs. 

The incongruity of her pussy is that it’s both uncomfortable and comforting.  Stressfully tight and lovingly wet, while grueling clenches verge on coaxing yet another orgasm from you. Its quaver can be measured in millimeters when your cock etches its shape more permanent. Yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s worries become dust in your brain as it toils to memorize each of her inner folds.

Therefore more than the mouthwatering shape or size, you’re grateful for the cushion of her buttcheeks because it rivals your couch’s plushness and distracts you from your imminent peak, your third or fourth today. Losing track is easy when she keeps your cock incarcerated for so long. The threat of climax fades away and returns as quickly while single pulses reiterate how close to the edge you are. No lights on in your living room. Don’t need them. Nothing in your head other than Gahyeon anyway.

Rays spill through the thick curtains and a sliver barely misses her eyes to fall on yours instead. However, she rouses too from her sleep when a pillow between her legs slips to the floor. Nothing funny but you both giggle.

“How’s your nap, babe?” you say. 

She twitches at the warm air tickling her ears, and cold the rest of her skin, but you manage to keep most of your body stationary in Gahyeon’s embrace. Gahyeon yawns and stretches her arms, pushing back on the edge of the couch. “I think I had an amazing dream. Brr.”

“Dummy, you don’t dream until you hit R.E.M.” You point and she bends down to grab the thick blue blanket that fell on the floor. A small hum arises from you at the slight shift in angle. Look at the white clock above the TV and point again. “It’s only been like twenty.”

Gahyeon hands the blanket to you and you swathe it around your two bodies, calming both of your shivers. “Felt like forever. Pff, I was trying to be all romantic.”

“Why be romantic when-” Your words fall to breathy laments when the smoothest swing of her hips turn millimeters of movement to centimeters. The friction from only fractions of your length force a whimper out of her as it does a throb from you.

Gahyeon’s moans turn to more desperate whimpers in kind. Her hand aims below her crop-top and your shaft feels the curious kneading of her fingers below her belly button. Another throb. “Fuck. I still feel your cum inside. It’s almost too much.”

“Then why are you grinding so much? I’m barely running on empty.”

Your head is so fuzzy, you can’t tell how she manages to get on top of you while keeping your cock inside the entire time. For as savory as it is to look or smell or listen to her cute grunts, the only sensation that passes to your mind is her tightness twisting around your shaft. 

Gahyeon sits up and collects a bit of leakage with a finger, provocatively sucking it. “Nice try but I know the taste of your fresh load.”

“Fuck, you make my cock so sensitive. Such a good cumslut.” 

She gulps and bats her eyes so you pull her hair down, and your lips converge. Your core reignites when Gahyeon starts jolting her hips down hard on yours, and you note that her walls aren’t just clingy with your semen but that her pussy is lubricious with girl cum. It’s her turn to be the fucktoy but she’s stalwart in riding you. You’re in no condition to object. 

Gahyeon looks up at the clock and she slows down though not fully arresting her momentum. “Wait a sec, why didn’t you tell me the time?” she says after a thrust and a pant.

You shrug and she blows air out of her lips. Not a mind reader here.

Her pussy almost snaps shut when she gets off you. She steals the blanket while she’s at it. ”Right, should’ve told you to remind me. How am I supposed to focus on the performance later with this in me the whole time?” Gahyeon says, wiping the sticky load dripping from her other lips.

“Man, the blanket’s gonna be sticky now.”

“Sorry babe, I’ll try to do a better job keeping it inside me, okay?”

Stand up and grab some tissues for the fluids coating her groin before you clean yourself the same. You shiver at the air occasionally sweeping the room because you don exactly one less garment than Gahyeon, but it’s about making a statement. It’s your apartment dammit so you can be nude at any hour if you want to be. 

Widen the curtains and suffuse the room with natural white light. Look outside, your undraped stature proud and unsympathetic to the outside world to which you expose yourself. Sky and trees are near monochrome as the snow piles up on the grass which adds to the subtraction of color. 

“You’re so weird,” she says. Your dick flops as you turn around and flaunt your butt to mother nature itself, knowing its coldness towards you isn’t solely metaphorical in this season.

“This is our first winter together, my first new year in my own apartment. I have to be excited.” You raise your arms.

“Fair. You wouldn’t be here without me.” A signature curly smile and she joins your side to admire the snowy sight, letting you share in some—no, not all—of the warmness of the blanket.

“I mean if we were normal, I wouldn’t have left.” You hug Gahyeon and give her a smooch on her forehead. “But I needed my own place for my little cum-hungry, cum-greedy cockwarmer.”

Pink always spreads her cheeks at your brazen words. Her tummy presses on your softening cock and brings it back to life but she backs away. Gahyeon brings the back of each of her hands to her sides. “Right, speaking of which. Can I take one of my panties from your drawer?”

“You didn’t bring any? Hold on, that was supposed to be a secret!” you say.

“Yeah, obviously I know about them, stupid. You didn’t even notice when I packed a couple in there myself when you moved, did you?” 

She’s right, you didn’t, so shake your head. Gahyeon giggles then gives you the blanket again before she heads to your room. “I’ll be back soon, okay!” she yells while you fiddle with the thermostat. 

Grab some tortilla chips from the pantry then sit on the couch bundled in the blanket and turn to a channel that’s just playing a loop of a fireplace. At least the crackling sounds realistic with your speakers. 

In only a few minutes, she already has a full winter outfit on, a bright tomato that would stand out sorely in the snow. The apartment is already a lot mellower so you put the blanket away to wash later. Gahyeon is enticing no matter what she wears but you’re warm inside seeing your girlfriend wrapped up, though warmth also comes from the humiliation finally setting in from the contrast between her state of dress and yours.

“Did you hear me? I said I’ll be back soon.”

“Come on, the apartment isn't that big.” Get up to kiss her goodbye. ”Hurry back. There should be plenty of sun left and I wanna see the sun shine on your face with my cock in it.”

Open your laptop on your coffee table and promise to yourself that you’ll finish editing that teaser. It’s just a little distraction when you pore over videos you worked on recently, just reviewing your work to get ideas for how to cut. However, like a good and fully whipped man, one thing leads to another, one Dreamcatcher music video later—you’re proud of working on that one—and you’re back to the fancams of your girlfriend dancing. A similar, but less revealing crop-top, brief black shorts that strut the beautiful width of her thighs that you live between. Losing much weight, they’re still ample enough to stifle your cock on their own, without her amazing pussy’s help. Your erection should be exhausted but it returns at the sight of the jiggling. Two hands begin their work as Fly High plays.

A fluffy red jacket slams into your head. “You slob, put some clothes on!”

“What are you doing home?”

“Look at all the snow! What are you doing naked?”

“It’s my apartment, dang it! You know I’m naked all the time.” Didn’t mean to raise your tone there but she looks a touch distressed. You run up to her and give her a heavy drawn-out embrace.

“Babe,” she says, a little reluctant in the hug.

“I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.”

“No babe, it’s fine.”

“I was jerking it to you if it helps.”

“That doesn’t help, stupid. You’re gonna get this dress messy!” Gahyeon grabs your dick which leaks some precum. She bites her lip.

“Oh, sorry,” you say. You back off and retrieve the parka that fell on the floor and from all its pockets spill condoms like a deck of cards and a bad hand.

“Holy shit,” Gahyeon says. Whatever minute ire that remains burns away at her adorable laughter mixing with yours.

“Fuck, imagine if someone caught you with those.”

“Shit. Yoobin almost put her hand in my pocket for no reason.”

“Nah, she would’ve laughed just as hard.”

“You’re right.” Gahyeon bends down to pick the condoms up and you take your sweet time to help her. “We haven’t used these in so long,” she says.

“You wanna? Old time’s sake? Ha, fuck no.” Feeling bad for making her do all that work to appreciate her ass even in the baggiest pants possible, you spank her.  Wait, that’s not the solution. ”You should change first. I’ll clean up.”

There’s grey shorts and a plain white shirt in the dryer, so grab them. Gahyeon returns with her hair in twin buns, a short pink skirt and a white long sleeve half-shirt that manages to show off her cleavage from the top and the bottom.

“I hope that’s not a stage outfit.”

“Of course not. I just wanted to look more like a dumb slut for your dick.”

And with that, thoughts empty. As she crawls towards you, grab a wad of her hair. “So it’s like that today. Well shit, good job.”

“Thank you!” Only the corners of Gahyeon’s lips turn. “A good toy only has one purpose.” 

Fulfill that purpose and shove her head down to its rightful place. Gahyeon takes a single stroke into her throat, with nary a sound as she takes the entire length into her practice throat, but she pulls her lips back up to your cockhead. “You’ll be good there?” you say.

“Mhm,” she says with her usual mouthful.

You get a bit of video cutting done for an hour or so with her lips on your cock head, occasionally patting her head. Occasional moans slip out but you keep focused and erect at the same time. At some point during your work, you offer her one of your earphones to listen to your synthwave music. Despite maintaining an enthusiastic hold on your tip, Gahyeon looks a little tired from kneeling so long.

“Aww, baby, do your knees hurt?”

“Mm, I’m fine,” she mumbles while keeping her lips on your tip.

“Why are you pouting a little then?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, come here.”

Stoop to give her a passionate, drawn-out kiss, though it always turns out the same. You realize how long you could do nothing but make out with your girlfriend. You love the way Gahyeon competes with you, where your tongues battle and you each threaten to suck the air out of each other’s lungs. It’s impossible to keep your heart’s pace steady and you’d be remiss for your hands not to dig into every inch of her skin as she wanders the same on you.

Of course, there’s only one place those hands could lead to. Smack. You swear her ass ripples. “Now get back to sucking slut.”

You wipe the drool off your face but you interrupt her doing the same; she looks good messy. Gaheyon lays on the couch with her head on your lap. You can’t see her face but if she needs to get a better angle to watch Knowing Bros, then so be it. Her lips fasten your cock just the same. She sticks her ass up and a reflective circle seals her asshole.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Friend got it for Christmas, secret Santa.”

“Bora?”

“Mhmmmm-” Gahyeon draws out the vibration of the last consonant on your cock. 

A couple of hours later, you finish your work and send emails.  Once in a while you stroke her hair but she gives more suction in response, sending you ever closer to release. How greedy of her, she’s certainly swallowed enough cum just from premature singular pulses but Gahyeon doesn’t stop when you lay down the law and slap her ass.

“Whose turn is it. huh?”

Every hit of her ass emboldens her sucking, as she goes deeper.

“So you wanna be a brat? I said, whose turn is it!”

She gags for the first time in a while, spewing much spit, when you pull slowly but abruptly on the shiny buttplug after slapping her ass a final time. Lube spills out.

Gahyeon breathes heavy breaths on your cock. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Woah. Now that’s new.” 

“I guess it just came out naturally. Sir.” She licks up the froth on your cock.

“I don’t mind if you say it.” You circle her asshole with your finger and taste the lube. Sugary but you can’t think of the flavor. Not that you can think of much of anything.

“Only if you call me ma’am when it’s my turn.”

“Deal.”

“Thank you sir.”

She keeps your cock snug in her mouth. Browse your phone and decide to get some Jjamppong delivered, perfect for the cold.

“Gahyeon? Babe?”

Was she really? Incredible. She manages to doze off with a cock filling her mouth. That’s new. For all the times you’ve fallen asleep during tantric sex, it’s always been inside her pussy or asshole. How she incessantly drools while her head wriggles nearly makes you unload on her unconscious tongue but you hold it in, allowing only a few spurts to leak.

Unfortunately, you have to wake her up when you get the order from the door. You have to get some final work done but she eats dinner, sitting your dick. Your laptop is on her lap while you rest your chin on her neck. Tickled, Gahyeon giggles in between slurps of noodles. The lack of movement agonizes both of you but it keeps you focused. You could spend all day fucking each other; in fact, you have.

The winter sunset lights your room the colors of candy like artificial strawberry and sweet tangerines, though snow still storms down to desaturate the world. You’ve had enough productivity for one day. Gahyeon shares the soup with you, but after she sets the bowl down, she twists her hips in a quick motion and you explode without warning. Five or six? It’s only a curt removal of your soul from existence but you puff and pant anyway.

“Fuck, I’m sorry sir. I should’ve warned you.”

“It’s fine.”

“But I can’t let this cum go to waste, can I?” At some point during your orgasm, she withdrew herself and now she’s licking up and down your soft shaft to clean any cum that you didn’t shoot inside. “Damn, I just wanted to get my vibrator.”

“It’s okay Gahyeon, get it. I. I definitely need some time to recover.”

“I guess even you have your limits.” She grins, then leaves for the bedroom.

Gahyeon returns and a loop of a pink wire sticks out from her pussy. Now the only thing she wears is that thin strip of a top. Take off your shirt to match. “The egg this time?” you say.

She nods. “Here’s the remote.”

Get your Switch and play some Smash while she washes some dishes and organizes clothes that she’s brought over. Apparently you mix your clothes with hers often, which shouldn’t be such an issue considering how different your sizes are. Every time you lose a game, you turn on the vibrator for a few moments. You get a kick out of watching her buckle. If only you could do this while she performs live.

“You wanna head to the bedroom? It’s getting dark, uff.” A quick press of the highest setting and Gahyeon’s knees knock together. It never takes too long for you to get hard again when you see her put all effort into standing. “You- Ahhh, fuck, I love you. I hate you.”

Maybe it’s because you have yet to turn the intensity down. With a full hand on her ass and the other on her back, carry her to the bedroom but her wriggling hobbles you. An early left turn.

“I already showered earlier. Sir, please I’m getting so sensitive.” Gahyeon rotates through many different faces, from agony to excitement to pleasure. 

Set her down in the hot tub and her crop-top lands in the laundry basket perfectly.

“Nice throw.” Gahyeon high-fives you. She almost distracted you with that great throw. “Tsk. You’re still keeping that vibrator in you. Just what you deserve for making me cum when I didn’t even finish eating.”

Your apartment is relatively small for its price, but there were certainly no expenses spared for the bathroom. Both your shower and your jacuzzi could fit three people. It has the biggest panes of glass and provides no privacy but you love the ambiance especially during a night shower. Gahyeon’s moaning goes from having a quick rhythm to intense, long held notes. She’s playing with herself in any way that she can to make her climax, manically stroking her clit while she teases pulling the metallic plug in her ass. Turn off the lights and cocoa candles fill the scent of the room. Finally, remove her vibrator and buttplug.

“So fucking yummy. Come here,” you say, holding her neck carefully as you get in the tub to crash your lips into hers. After what feels like hours of kissing even if it is only a few minutes, you lay down in the hot-tub and Gahyeon straddles your thighs. 

“So which is going to be?” She glances next to the sink. ”Guess the lube isn’t for my pussy. Wait, why’d you turn on the water? It’s gonna wash away the lube. Woah, isn’t it my turn-” 

When you pull her groin up to your face, extra force on her clit shuts her up and nearly instantly drives her to orgasm. Gahyeon always grabs your hair and locks her legs together when you make her cum with your tongue but especially after all the stimulation of the vibrator, you have difficulty breathing. It’s worth it. She whimpers as your lips work relentlessly on her pussy but you settle down after a while. Hot jets of water blast on your back along with her legs. Gahyeon continues riding your face while she talks about her performance. Apparently the snow had a lot of the production people hold up. She brings a dewfall and you could taste her syrup forever but your cock aches once again. Maybe it’s asking you to chill out and that it needs a break, but if that were true, it wouldn’t be as hard as ever. 

“I’ve had enough of your pussy today,” you say.

“Really sir? Didn’t know that was possible.” Gahyeon needs no directions, your tongue licking up her body as your hands pull her last garment away.

“Siri, play relaxing radio. I’m staying in your ass until I cum.”

The middle of an R&B chorus plays. You get up to take the lube and Gahyeon drains the tub until only a little water remains. Her fingers wander and she vigorously rubs her clit while a curious thumb circles her asshole. Take a glob of the vanilla flavored lube and spread it on your fingers. Gahyeon sucks on your index, which goes straight to her asshole. Its wetness helps the tight ring expand slowly around it and the familiar pucker on your finger excites you. Get underneath her so that she’s laying on top of you while you sit back against the tub.

“God. I’m never getting used to how big you are.”

There it is. The tip of your cock vanishes into her tight asshole and you try to hold in a high whine, though Gahyeon lets out plenty of squeals as lube makes the entrance slick, squishy noises. Let her ass sink in with only her weight and it wraps down your shaft inch by throbbing inch. At last. She’s all the way down. If only you could see her face, but the position is comfortable and you get the pleasure of sucking on her neck while playing with her tits from behind.

The glow from the moon finds an angle into your room, mixing candle flame yellows with its white. Fierce winds push the falling snow outside of your window sideways. You’re warm nonetheless.

Midnight, the radio says as a new host talks about the inclement weather, but it’s not enough to keep you from kissing up and down Gahyeon’s back. Play with her nipples and the miniscule action not only gets them hard, but makes her ass’s folds react and roll to the pleasure. The breeze blows, a more important sound manages to distract you.

“Sir, do you hear that?” Gahyeon says.

“Yeah!” You hum along to the melody of Jazz Bar. “Hey, that’s you singing.”

“It’s not even one of our title tracks. I have to tell the members.” 

Gahyeon almost gets up from her but her head turns and shakes, realizing your thickness twitching as she almost fully unsheathes her ass. “Fuck.”

“Hold on. What’d I tell you?”

“Oh shit. Sorry. Sir. I can tell them later.”

“You know what. Just for that.” Pick her up, holding her thighs carefully to keep your cock in her asshole. The position is awkward, but you manage to lay her down prone without withdrawing your erection. 

“God, I love the way your cock hits.” All agreements and contracts are lost when you look at how the fat and muscle collects in Gahyeon’s full ass. A single thrust in and you can see the weight of the smack of your groin on her cheeks, so you endeavor to learn more about physics, even during the snow day. Slam into her and as you go in and out, Gahyeon yells and swears louder and louder, threatening to let all the neighbors know. No, of course they already know. It makes your eye contact with them hilariously awkward and it makes Gahyeon’s mask and disguise even more necessary.

“What a bad girl,” you say with a powerful shove.  ”Can’t even be a good cockwarmer, god.” Plunge and dive, your cock tries its best to widen her asshole but no matter what, it strangles your shaft taut. “Your butthole is just too. Fucking. Tempting.”

“Yes! Yes! Sir please, I’m going to- I’m just about to. Fuck. Shit I was so close.”

Chuckle at seeing her distraught face. “I’m getting some beer. Also, I want to finish in the bedroom. More comfy.”

She takes a minute to find her breathing but she gets up and grabs the lube. “Don’t have work tomorrow?” Gahyeon says.

“Lemme check.” When you both get to the bedroom, you check your phone. Nothing til noon. Perfect. Grab some beer in the minifridge in the corner of the room, while Gahyeon fixes her hair and lays down on the bed. She pats the mattress with both hands next to her. Missionary, it is then.

A hand to her chin. “Wait a second, didn’t you say you weren’t leaving my ass until you came. Hmm,” Gahyeon says. She gives a quick smooch and smiles naughtily. You could stare at her lips upturning all day. It’s her signature weapon.

Take a sip of the bottle of Cass. “What are you gonna do about it?” She digs her nails into your back to pull you and your cock finds the purchase of her asshole anew. In between thrusting motions, you take bigger swigs of the beer and offer some to her. She spills a bit on her tits and you lick it up. Suck on her tits as she pounds her ass into your erection. 

“Stretch me out, fuck me harder. Harder, sir!”

“God, mmmm, ugh., ugh.” Can’t speak much anymore.  Both of you love dirty talk, Gahyeon especially knows how to whisper to tickle your ear but she also knows how to scream to get your instinctive side out. You hold her neck as you hold the bottle, careful and secure. Her tightly drawn anus responds the same as her pussy when you choke her, as they each try frenetically to wring you dry. However, the friction of her ass, even with all the lube, arouses your cock harder somehow. This is the life you chose, in a way the most tiring work you could ever imagine.

Gahyeon grabs tighter and her whole body ripples at the force that you both put in. Not a single qualm about your lifestyle. Any pretense of space between you two is gone as every inch of your skin slaps against each other. A final gulp from the bottle.

“Right there, right there, yes sir, baby. Cum with me!”

There isn’t much of you left but it’s still a flash freeze, a blizzard and pouring hail slamming into you when you cum, and she shakes doubly so in her orgasm as she’s had double yours today. The throb of your shaft doesn’t match the squeezing rhythm of her sphincter and inner walls which makes your cock spurt with more intensity than you could think possible, even bearing your stamina. Your sticky semen replaces the slippery lube inside her ass but you didn’t need its stickiness to slow your rhythm as your dick gets softer. You let minutes pass anyway to feel her muscles react to the load sloshing around and so that it’s not as difficult to extricate your softness from her greedy butthole, though it takes a slow removal anyway with its tightness. Both of you limp over and Gahyeon is fast asleep, but you scramble to return the buttplug and keep the cum inside.

“Keep warm! It’s going to be like this all winter. Tomorrow, it’ll be a high of -5 and a low of -20 and that snow will keep piling up-” Turn down the volume so that it’s not muted but soft enough that you can hear the wind howl past your windows just as loud. Nothing amazes you more than the tiny idol asleep and cutely snoring while her pussy throttles your shaft. Looking at Gahyeon’s ass and feeling her shake it as you try to fall asleep, something tells you it’ll be the warmest winter you’ll ever have.

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AFF, AO3

Something quick with my favorite kink for my second favorite in Dreamcatcher. Also got a draft for my ultimate bias but that’ll take time as well. Woops, yet another thing to procrastinate on while I shirk on both real life and writing.

[jazminetoad]

In My Reality | Prologue

Hey, I was bored so I decided to start a fanfic series of the Tatsumi Brothers from Juuni Taisen. Yay

It’s a “Tatsumi Brother x Reader” story about how the Tatsumi Brothers enter the reader’s reality which kinda flips her world upside down.

So I just finished the prologue. If you guys like it or if I’m bored again, I’ll make the first chapter. (Click “Keep Reading” to read the story)

"[Name] get out of bed; It's 3 in the afternoon," my mom told me as she came into my room with fresh, clean clothes. I didn't have to look over to know.

Groaning, I removed my mask from my eyes then rolled over to face up at the white ceiling. The sunlight seeping in from the blinds caused my sight to cringe before it finally adjected to the light and I could see the grey walls lurking in the corner of my eyes. Arising from my queen-sized bed a yawn escaped from my mouth. My form reached over and placed my sleep mask on the nightstand, next to my water mug.

"Morning mom," I greeted her as she sorted out the pile of clothes on my dresser. Looks like she did a colour load, which means no pants to put away.

"Morning sweetheart. Can you put your clothes away before you come downstairs?"

"Sure," I simply answered as I slipped out of the cozy sheets I once was tangled in.

"Thank you. I'll see you when you come down," she stated, placing the last of my t-shirts neatly on the others. Afterwards, she wrapped her arms around the remaining clean, clothes that weren't mine, carefully balancing them as she left my room and closed the door behind.

The click of the doorknob echoed into my ears when my feet landed on the fuzzy rug. My eyes drifted their gaze to the plain black bodypillow wrapped in [f/c] blankets, reminding me of a burrito. It just had the colour for the case, no special Anime character on it. I wish there were one though; it'd make the nights seem less lonely to see my favourite character's face on it. However, a pillow is a pillow. Despite me using it as an illusion for myself it doesn't change the reality that when I hug it in my sleep or when I'm awake no arms will return my embrace.

A sigh falls out of my breath, my eyelids dropping in sync. I turned my head away from the lying pillow and dragged myself to the other side of my bed, towards the dresser that patiently held the clean clothes my mom put there. I opened a drawer, putting my undergarments away first then my socks. Once those were put away, I moved to retrieve hangers from my closet, passing by my desk and shelves as I did.

If you were wondering why I slept so late into the afternoon, well, it's currently winter break, so that means I can stay up late and sleep in late past noon. Sadly enough, it's January which means the break almost over, and that means school is standing around the corner, menacingly. Just the thought of it disturbs my mind as that reality tries to infect my thoughts.

I hate reality. I know not all of it is shit, but there's enough of it that makes me want to drown myself in the world of fiction. Whenever it's the weekend or breaks from school, I binge Anime, tv shows, YouTube, and movies, so that's the only thing on my mind. I then write or read fanfiction, there is the rare occasion I sketch something but I'm not good at art since I don't practice enough. By the time I return to reality after having my head stuck in my imagination for so long, I can barely focus without going back to daydreaming. Eventually, that wears off, and then reality is what floods my brain; I despise it but I know I can't be stuck in my fantasies forever. Luckily my friends provide that nice spot in-between for me, helping me stay in the real world but also let me discuss the fictional. Then there's also my bro.

"Yo sis," my brother's voice called from the other side of the door after his fist knocked on it. "You wanna continue Code Geass?"

My bro is the best. Unlike most siblings I know, we actually get along. He's also a big help in my life, one of the reasons why I haven't lost my mind. He makes sure I don't overwork & stress myself and reminds me to have fun and chillax. I love him for it, and he's practically my best friend. We aren't the exact same age but we were born in the same year, just a few months apart so we get to be in the same grade. He's the older one. He's also taller which means he can t-pose over me, and we reenact the meme; it's great.

"Yeah," I answered. "Just let me get ready."

"Alright," he replied before I felt the vibration of his footsteps grow distant from my room.

'Heh, if I had Takeyasu's ability, I'd be able to sense his movement better.'

I chuckle to myself at the thought floating in my mind as I put the final shirt away. My two favourite characters that I desired to be real was the Tatsumi Brothers, Nagayuki and Takeyasu. I love those two. Whenever I watched their episodes from Juuni Taisen, I always smile. They make my heart feel something that I never felt for any character before. I don't want to be cliche and say true love, but to me, that's what it feels like. I know they're fictional characters, so I won't get much out of it, but strangely enough, I'm okay with that. I can't imagine my heart belonging to anyone else. I do wish they were real, though. I even used my wish on the bracelet my friend, Meri-chan, got for my birthday one year, that they'd become real.

The bracelet was some urban legend. It was lime green and had a few beads on it. The legend goes that you make a wish and when the bracelet breaks, your wish has come true. 'Course, it's most likely a bunch of baloney but that didn't stop me from wishing that the Tatsumi Brothers would become real. I currently just wear the bracelet as an accessory since the wish probably won't happen, it's not like the thing is going to break anytime soon.

Grabbing my towel, my other hand opened my door. I slipped down the hallway and slid into the bathroom, my foot pushing the door closed as I put the towel on the towel rack. Hopefully, I don't take too long because we were left on edge on the last episode of Code Geass we watched. Well, I'll finish sooner than my wish coming true that's for sure, heh.

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"Okay bro but if you think about it, Lelouch-"

"[Name], I washed your school uniforms. Can you put them away while I start on tacos?" Mom requested from the kitchen, interrupting the Anime, my commentary, and reminding me that school is coming soon. "You too, [b/n]."

"Yes, mom," we both respond.

My brother picked up the remote and hit the pause button so we wouldn't miss anything. I pulled myself up from the plush couch, disappointment growing on me since I had hoped not to be interrupted until dinner was ready. Well, I guess I could let the disappointment wither away since it's Taco Tuesday, my favourite. I chuckled to myself as my feet reached the next level above the main floor and headed down the open hallway to my room.

My laughter died out upon seeing my seven school uniforms, five that were the regular female uniform and two that were gym uniforms. Unlike most students, I didn't like the idea of having to wash my uniform every day, so to make things simpler, I paid for six more with my own money. It was a bit irritating, using the money I earned from my summer job for this instead of getting something else. Still, my practical choice, so I didn't necessarily have to worry about my mom washing my uniform every night.

"Hhhhhh, why does school have to come back so soon?" I asked myself as I picked up one of the uniforms.

The uniform wasn't too special, a simple white blouse, a blue skirt, a blue jacket, and a blue & black striped tie. Students could decide if we wanted to wear tights, leggings, or shorts underneath the skirt as long as it was black or white. I wore leggings unless it was summer which I then wear shorts and knee-high socks. There are those girls that only wear thigh-high socks and panties under their skirt to which my nerd brain questions why. 'Course that's their choice, have fun with your ass cold.

A Discord ringtone made me resurface from my pond of inner thoughts. Becoming aware of my surroundings, I realized my friends Meri-chan and Kamida were calling on the Discord group chat we had. I could tell by the laptop I had open on my desk. I quickly put the uniform I had in hand on the rack with the others before sliding over and clicking the answer button that popped up.

"Yo, what's up nerds."

"Hey I'm not a nerd," Meri-chan protested. "I'm a cool kid."

"Meri-chan, we're all nerds here," Kamida stated before greeting me. "Hey [n/n], how you doing?"

"Eh, good I suppose but I could be doing better, Kami," I answered simply. "How's life?"

"Pretty chill but I got bored, so I decided to call you guys."

"Well, I'm just putting my uniforms away," I informed them and went to put the last uniform away.

"I sometimes forget that you have more than one," Meri-chan commented before I heard her gasp. "Hey, how 'bout we hang out tomorrow, we only have so many days before we have to go back to school."

"Oh, don't remind me," I groaned, hanging my head, then went back to putting the uniform on the hanger and walking over to the closet, hanging it up with the rest.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea Meri-chan, we could hang out tomorrow," Kamida suggested.

"I'm down," Meri-chan quickly responded.

"Welllllll..." I hesitated, sitting down in the [f/c] spinning chair in front of the desk.

"[Name]."

"You see, I kinda want to stay inside my last few days..."

"[n/nnnnn]!" Meri-chan whined.

"Come on [Name], you know you can't stay cooped up inside forever," Kamida reminded me.

"I know," I grumbled, leaning back in my seat. "Fine, I'll come out tomorrow, but it's going to be after 2."

"2 am, geez [n/n] I didn't know you'd be willing to come out that early," Kamida joked.

"I meant 2 pm," I corrected.

"Okay," he chuckled as Meri-chan pipped in.

"But if you're late again, you're buying lunch this time."

"Okay, bet, but what if I'm not?" I inquired, my fingers tapping on my desk.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, seemingly to be thinking.

"It's fine I'll pay for lunch tomorrow."

"Alright, but don't use it as an excuse to be late."

"I won't," I reassured her. "Anyway, I'm gonna go watch a few more episodes of Code Geass with my bro-"

"You still need to watch Dragon Ball Z," Kamida interrupted.

"And you need to watch Juuni Taisen," I countered, emphasizing the "you".

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off. "Anyway, go have fun with your bro. We'll call again later on tonight."

"Alright, bye guys." I left the call and closed out of discord then proceeded to shut my laptop.

Kamida and Meri-chan were my two friends from school; we've known each other since childhood. 'Course Meri-chan isn't Meri-chan's real name, that's just a nickname Kamida and I gave her. Occasionally, they called me [n/n]-chan but not too often. Then there are times where we call Kamida, Kami-kun, but mainly Meri-chan does it out of spite since Kamida doesn't like it. Especially when Meri-chan does it in her kawaii voice. Those two are the only ones outside of family that have the same vibe I do, that's probably why we've been friends for so long.

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"Hey, you guys ever wish fictional characters could become real?" I randomly asked out of the blue, staring up at the white ceiling as I waited for my friends over the call to answer my question.

"All the time," Meri-chan answered.

"We know simp," Kamida smugly commented.

"Nuuu!" Meri-chan pouted while Kamida and I laughed. "Hey, if anything [n/n] is the simp over here, she's the one actual crushing on the characters."

"Hey don't call me out like that."

"Ha! She doesn't deny it," Kamida jeered.

"Okay, what about you and Android 21?"

"Ack-" Kamida blurted before muting himself, causing me and Meri-chan to giggle. A few seconds pass by before he unmuted himself. "Why are you asking this question [n/n]?"

"No reason in particular-"

"Are you sure it's not you wanting to talk about Juuni Taisen?"

"No- it's not just that. I just think fictional characters would make reality interesting."

"Right..."

"Meri-chan if you could bring someone from Juuni Taisen to-"

"My boy Uuma! You should know this by now."

"Bruh-"

"Well, it's either that or Usagi, and I rather be alive thank you."

"Who's Uuma again?" Kamida inquired, not knowing who was who quite yet since he hasn't watched the Anime.

"Uuma is the warrior of the horse," I informed him.

"Right," Kamida mumbled before letting out a yawn.

"You sound tired, go to sleep!" Meri-chan told Kamida.

"No, you go to sleep."

"Guys, we're all on the same timezone. If one of us goes to sleep then we all do," I stated. "It makes sense since we're all planning on meeting up tomorrow."

"I guess we go to sleep," Meri-chan said bluntly.

"Yeah, alright, goodnight guys," Kamida yawned.

"Night."

"Night guys."

With that, we each left the call. I, however, didn't fall asleep right away. I woke up late and the night was still pretty early, so I opened up the Funimation app on my phone. Scrolling through the list of saved Anime, most of which were halfway through since my brother and I are watching them together, I came across Juuni Taisen.

"Why not..." I muttered to myself as my finger tapped on the Anime and went right to click on episode 7, In Like a Dragon, Out Like a Snake (Part 1).

By the time I finished episodes 7 and 8, it was 2 am when my eyes glanced at the clock in the top corner of my phone. Sighing to myself, I leaned over and snatched my charger off the nightstand, plugging it in the wall before connecting the other end to my phone. Turning off my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and snagged my sleep mask, putting that on my head.

As I laid there on my bed, silence flooded the room, not a sound to be heard but my own breathing. Vines of sorrow began to grow on me as the feeling of loneliness came over me. I tried to pull myself out of the emotion, turning over and wrapping my arms around the plain bodypillow in an attempt to comfort myself. In the end, it only helped slightly. It didn't erase the pain because I knew there were no arms that would hug me back. A tear escaped my eyes before I pulled my mask over them, and a final thought appeared in my mind before I entered the dream realm.

'I wish I wasn't alone...'

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"Congratulations, Tatsumi {Ani|Otouto}, warrior of the {dragon|snake}!" Duodecuple exclaimed. "You are the winner of the 12th Juuni Taisen, everyone give yourself a hand!" The man started to applaud but soon stopped. "The antidote has settled in by now. You'll be fine."

{"Tch|Alright"} the Tatsumi brother simply responded.

"Now that you've won the Juuni Taisen, you can make one wish of your choice. Would you like to make your wish now, or would you like for it to be granted later?"

"In all honesty, when I arrived at the Juuni Taisen I wished for {nothing|money}, I didn't need anything else really but now that {I'm here|I had time to think about} I don't want to wish for {nothing|money}."

"Oh, do you have another wish in mind?" Duodecuple inquired the Tatsumi brother sitting in front of him, alone.

"Yeah... I wish me and my brother were never apart of the Juuni Taisen."

[thesameasbe4]

Red Boots

Part 1

Part 2

The frigid air ripped into her bare legs as the bike tore down the road with relentless speed. Sav squeezed her eyes shut and continued to cling tightly to the figure sat in front of her. At first she thought she could hear the roar of other bikes behind them, but she soon became overwhelmed with the sensations bombarding her and lost track of the pursuers behind them. The man in front of her maneuvered the bike well, winding in and out of alleys and side streets. Finally after what felt like hours he slowed to a halt, the bike idling in an alley that Sav was unfamiliar with.

She dismounted and pulled her helmet off, handing it back to the man. “Thanks,” she said cautiously, unsure if she was any safer with him than with those other men, her eyes continuing to search his clothing for an indication of affiliation with a motorcycle club, but she couldn’t find anything in the damp darkness of the night.

“Do you know where we are?” The man asked. Sav shook her head. He cut the engine and dismounted as well, moving to stand next to her. Gently he guided her to the entrance of alley and pointed to a building a few blocks down. Sav swallowed hard. A handful of men from the gang at the bar were loitering in front of what she now recognized as her apartment building. She stepped back further into the shadows, her body trembling more from fear than the cold. What had she stepped into? What did they want with her? How did they know where she lived? And where was she supposed to go?

…

It was clear to Bucky that she didn’t have a plan and had no idea what to do next. Hell, he didn’t really know what to do either. It had been a long time since he had spent time with anyone who wasn’t capable of caring for themselves in crises like this. He realized he didn’t really know how to act around her. He had a strong urge to touch her, hold her hand, give her a hug, something like that. But he wasn’t sure she would want that, and what if she felt his arm? Surely she would be turned off by that. It was most important now to get her to a place she felt safe for the night.

“Hem hem,” Bucky cleared his throat softly, causing her to turn her face up to his. “So, do you have a friend you can stay with for a little while?” He asked. She shook her head.

“Not this side of the Mason-Dixon Line I don’t,” she said, “and I’m not going back no matter how many bikers are waiting outside my apartment.”

“What about a hotel? Could I take you to a hotel for the night?” Again she shook her head, this time scrunching her nose up.

“Not on my wages.” They stood there silently for a few more minutes before Bucky handed her the helmet again.

“Alright then,” he said, cocking his head to the side, “I guess you will have to come home with me, though I’m warning you, my couch isn’t that comfortable.” This time she had more of a chance to catch her balance on the bike, and Bucky took care to let her settle behind him, pulling her arms more securely around his waist before maneuvering the bike back onto the street.

…

Bucky knew this was a bad decision on his part, not only was he ignoring the promise he had made to himself that he would not involve regular people in his life, he was also taking on someone else’s problem. He didn’t even know why these men were following the bar tender, what could she be caught up in that he was stepping into by coming to her aide? The woman behind him adjusted her hands wrapped around his torso and he felt a warmth spread through him at the reminder of her touch. It had been so long since he had had any real personal connection with anyone. Maybe it would be alright, he had been observing her every Friday for a few months now, she was just a normal person… No, he knew better than to think optimistically. Everyone has shit in their past, deceit and manipulation are normal. And she had the look of someone running. She was clearly a transplant, living in the tumultuous world of New York night life, has all the signs of living a rough and stressful life, and now she was being inexplicably being pursued by a group of bikers.

Bucky pulled up to the back of his apartment building and cut the engine, helping the woman down before he swung his leg over the bike.

“Well, I guess if we are gonna be roommates, we should know each other’s names at least,” the woman said, holding her hand out. “My name is Sav.”

Hesitantly, Bucky took the cold, bony hand she offered him, “James.”

…

Bucky was embarrassed even before they got to his flat, thinking about the dishes in the sink and the lack of, well, most conventional things that homes have. But he had come this far and he didn’t really see a way out of this one, so he took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Sav didn’t say anything as she stood just inside the threshold of the room, worrying her long coat still wrapped tightly around her. Remembering his manners he stepped toward her again, “uh, can I take your coat?”

Sav didn’t move to take it off, “um, I’m a little chilly actually,” she said. Bucky nodded, stepping back again, remembering that underneath her coat was much too little clothing for a New York winter. He gave her a tour of the small space, just two rooms but also a bathroom with a claw foot tub. Something the landlord mentioned several times to him before he signed the lease. He cranked the heater up as Sav returned to stand on a spot just inside of the door.

“Look,” Bucky said, “I dont really know whats going on with you, and I don’t really want to know. I don’t even really know why I offered to help you out back there except that you are a good bar tender and those guys are jerks.”

Sav smiled for the first time that night, “well you didn’t really offer, its more like you swooped in.”

Bucky looked at his boots, “yeah, I’m sure you probably could have handled it by yourself. You didn’t need me poking my nose in your business, and now here I am telling you not to pull me in when I’ve already done that myself.” Bucky continued to look down as he worried the hair at the nape of his neck.

Sav gently laid her hands on his shoulders and bending her knees, she tried to catch his eye. “I am really glad you were there tonight, James, I don’t know what else I would have done.” Bucky looked up at her now with bright eyes. “And truly, I don’t know who those guys are, I had seen them a couple of times in the bar before, but never thought anything of it… Why were they at my house?”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I dunno that one, but what do you say that we forget about it for a little while? I can give you some fresh clothes if you want to take a bath.” Sav nodded and smiled.

…

It was very intimate to be wearing this strange man’s clothes, Sav thought as she looked at herself in the small bathroom mirror. She looked extra petite in the t shirt and sweat pants, but they were warm and dry and they smelled like James. She rolled her eyes at herself as she pulled her wet hair into a knot on the top of her head. Stepping out of the bathroom she let out a little squeak of surprise. Faster than she thought humanly possible, James was standing next to her.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked in a panicked voice.

It was Sav’s turn to look sheepish. “Oh, didn’t mean to alarm you, I just… the floor is much colder out here than in the bathroom.” Before she even finished the sentence Bucky had lifted her off the ground. Causing yet another squeak to leave her mouth again. Bucky froze with her in his arms, Sav’s hands clinging to his neck in nervous response to losing her footing so immediately.

“Well, lets find you some socks shall we?” Bucky stuttered as he walked her to a dark blue love seat next to a window. He set her down gently and backed away respectfully. Or thats what Sav would have called it had he not previously scooped her up without warning. Bucky retreated to the other room, and Sav took a few moments to collect herself, shrugging off the exposed feeling of not only being in what was essentially a stranger’s house but also wearing his clothes, being surrounded by his scent and the messiness (she didn’t mind) of his daily existence.

Bucky returned not long after with an arm full of blankets and warm clothes. Sav almost had to bat him away to keep him from dressing her himself. On went a sweater, two pairs of socks, and she finished with a fuzzy blanked which she used to tuck herself firmly into the corner of the love seat.

…

With the lights off and his unexpected house guest asleep in the front room, Bucky pulled his shirt off, his metal arm catching the light of a street lamp from the window. Bucky rubbed the area where the metal met the flesh of his shoulder thoughtfully. Sav would sleep here tonight and he would get rid of her in the morning, help her get to a friends house or bring her to a police station, something, and he would never have to address the fact that he was a reformed killing machine with a robotic arm.

With his metal arm weighing heavy at his side he fell into a restless sleep.

[idkwhatimdoinghere89]

Snow Day

Elliot Alderson x Female reader 2,125 words Warnings: Marijuana use, Alcohol use, Mostly fluff, mild to moderate suggestive sexual situations. ***** Sunday, December 1 My phone buzzed.

"Im on my way"

Elliot lived about 10 mins from my apartment, so it normally wasnt a bad walk except tonight the snow was expected to total about 14" within the city. Snow wasnt my cup of tea but its one of those few things that made Elliot happy. Like a school boy who just learned he didnt have to go to school and would run outside to build a snowman or flop down and make snow angels and just rejoice in the cold flurries that floated around him, the flakes softly landing on the tip of his nose and quickly melting away.

"Okay, see you soon" I quickly typed before setting my phone down on the kitchen counter

I had just gotten home from work and all I could think about was cracking open a bottle of red and snuggling with my boyfriend on the couch under a big fluffy blanket, watching old movies as the snow came down, tommorow being a guaranteed snow day for us and all.

I changed into a warm, ribbed henley shirt and bulky grey sweatpants that im pretty sure belonged to Elliot that I had aquired.

'So much better' I thought to myself. I opened the linen closet in the hallway to retreive the blanket and tossed it into the dryer on high just to fluff and warm it up a little. I went to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and check my hair and face. A few minutes later I came out and grabbed a bottle of red from the wine rack on the counter when my phone buzzed.

"Hey, Im here." I grew slightly confused.

"Okay, come on up!" I responded.

"Will you come down and take a walk with me?"

My heart skipped a beat. Elliot was in a rough patch with his mental state, I knew this weather made him happy.. so I obliged. I loved him more than myself so, naturally, I would do anything to make him happy. Just to keep him like this. This was my Elliot.

"Sure just give me a minute, Ill be right down."

I ran to my room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a bulky hoodie and threw them on. I got to the front door and slipped on my boots as I grabbed my beanie and slipped my coat over the hoodie. I despised the cold and snow, but like I said before.. anything for him. I grabbed my keys and headed out to the elevator.

I walked out of the small lobby and saw Elliot standing right on the sidewalk near the edge of the street, hoodie off, face torwards the sky. It was unusual, normally he tries to blend into the concrete or the side of the buildings in this city but tonight his demeanor was so childlike, it made my heart melt. I opened the door and was met with a blast of arctic air that immediatley sent chills thru me. I shivered as I approached him. He turned just as I got to him.

"Hey" he smiled, that warm, happy, content smile that damn near took my breath away.

"What are ya doin out here? Having fun?" I teased with a smile as I leaned in to give him just a quick kiss, PDA not being his favorite thing.

As our lips pressed, he lingered a little bit longer by putting both his hands on my head, cradling my jaw lightly. We kissed lightly for another few seconds before he pulled back, my jaw still cradled, and he smiled once again. I could feel the pure bliss radiating off of him.

This is my Elliot.

He softly grabs my hand as he smiles down at me. And off we go.

We chatted about our weekend, I hadnt seen him in a couple days so I was really looking forward to seeing him tonight and just relaxing together. The snowfall was that very quiet, relaxing, almost eerie snowfall. It was bizzare for the city to be this quiet. Him and I just strolled hand in hand for a few blocks, taking our time, chatting and what not. That was when a gust blew by, stinging my skin. I flinch and squeeze my eyes shut in response.

"Jesus it got 20 degrees colder!" I laughed while in pain

"Aw, come on, lets head back." he said.

By the time we got back to the entrance to the apartment complex it really did feel like it dropped a substantial amount in temperature. We finally got to the front door to my apartment as I entered the code to unlock the door. I audibly shook the cold air from my body and dramatically shivered as we stood by the entryway, flopping our boots off. I headed to the thermostat to up the temperature.

"You are such a baby" Elliot teased me.

"Im sorry, you know I love being warm!" I immediatley responded.

I walked over to the fireplace in the living room, turning it on. It was a fake but it certainly was nice ambiance.

Elliot shrugged off his hoodie and hung it by my coat near the front door. He then promtly took his seat at his spot on the couch. Giving a light stretch, he extended his arms and folded them behind his head, leaning back, just staring blankly at the dark tv. I yanked the hoodie off the threw it over a barstool next to the counter.

"Hmm." I said loud enough to grab his attention.

He looks over at me, snapping out of whatever day dream he was in with the powered down tv.

"Whats wrong?" he asked curiously.

"I know how we can get a little warmer.." I said with a grin.

"Oh yeah? Hows that?" he asked with a slightly devilish grin.

I smiled and headed down the hallway torwards the bathroom. Pulling the shower curtain out of the way I began to run hot water in the tub. I grabbed some lavender bath melts from a glass jar on a shelf, plopping them into the steaming water. I grabbed a lighter from a drawer and lit some candles, illuminating the bathroom.

Before I knew it the tub was nearly full. I turned it off and dimmed the lights and I headed out to the living room where Elliot had seemingly resumed his daydreaming until he heard me and glanced over at me with a content smile on his face, fully knowing my intentions. I said nothing but extended out my hand to him. He softly grabbed it and followed me to the bathroom.

"Go ahead, Ill grab some towels." I said.

He obliged and pulled his shirt off, followed by his pants, and boxer breifs, tossing them in a pile. I grabbed them and threw them in the washer, starting a small express load immediatley. I came back into the bathroom a minute later where he was fully submerged with just his little head poking out from the bubbles.

"Youre too good to me." he said with the same smile that melted me.

"Well its pointless to get clean then put on dirty clothes again, babe." I lightly teased.

"Oh wait!" I said while running to my room. I returned a few seconds later with a freshly packed bowl I had prepped that morning, anticipating Elliots arrival. He hummed in approval at the sight of me holding the bowl. I handed it to him as he reached up, shaking any excess water from his hands. Taking a huge hit, slowly blowing the smoke outward. Setting the bowl on a nearby shelf.

His eyes began to scan my body. Clearly it was my turn to hop in.

I smiled lightly and pulled my shirt from my body, tossing it to the floor. I unhooked my bra and slowly slid it off, exposing my chest. I made eye contact with him as my hands went to my button on my jeans, I tilted my head down a little and my long, dark, tousled hair flopped delicatley just past my cheek, past my collarbone landing on my breast in the worlds most perfect timing. I smiled to him an innocent little grin as I pulled my jeans down along with my underwear. Standing fully and dragging my jeans with my foot to its designated pile. His eyes blinked softly, matching his sweet smile. He never once stared at any particular part of my body, just my face.

"Youre so beautiful." he nearly whispered. I shyly smiled back and slowly eased into the hot water.

A little time goes by as we laugh and joke around, taking turns taking a few hits off the bowl, talking to eachother about absolutley whatever as we faced eachother from opposite ends of the tub. My foot in his hand, as he rubbed it lightly.

"Thank you" he said after a solid minute of blissful silence.

"For what?" I asked curiously.

"For taking a walk with me. I know you dont exactly love the snow." he said.

"I dont mind as long as im with you, El." I said flashing a content smile. "..thanks for warming up with me." I continued.

He responded with another smile. A few minutes later, we decided pruning wasnt a cute look. We both got out and wrapped up immediatley in a couple huge fluffy towels.

"Im gonna throw your stuff in the dryer, in my top drawer theres a pair of breifs you left here a few weeks ago..." He nodded and went to my room.

I dried off completley before wrapping the towel around my body and walked over to switch his clothes. I threw the fluffy blanket on the couch, it was still nice and warm from being in the dryer. He emerged a minute later wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer breifs. I tried but failed miserably to hide my eyes as they scanned his toned chest and stomach. He practically frolicked by me and laid down on the couch, exhaling lightly as his body plopped down.

'Im gonna cuddle that so good tonight.' I thought to myself.

I went to my room and put on what I originally had on before I met him earlier in the tundra that was outside. Along with some thick fuzzy socks.

I came out and stopped to grab a couple glasses from the cabinet, using a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine I had selected earlier.

"You want some, baby?" I glanced over to him as he was staring out the huge window, watching the snow fall. TV still off. He looked so peaceful.

"Sure." he said, barely audible.

I smiled to myself and poured.

I set both glasses down on the coffee table and headed over to the window to get a glance outside. A very noticable amount of snow had fallen since we came up. I was snapped out of my observation when I heard his voice crack ever so subtly.. "come here.."

I looked over to him and was met with bright blue/green eyes. The flicker from the fireplace cast a beautiful reflection. I got lost in them as they were the most blissful Ive ever seen him look. I slowly walked to the couch and laid next to him and snuggled in, pulling the blanket over us. I positioned myself half on top, half off of him inward torwards the back of the couch with my hand resting on his bare chest, and my head nuzzled just under his shoulder. We decided on an old black and white movie.

About half way thru my eyes became heavy from the marijuana/red wine haze when I suddenly felt the heat that was his hand running up and down my back, under my shirt. As he ran his hand back down, it hugged my torso, running along my hip bone.

"Mmm.." I exhaled with a closed mouth. I nudged my head into him, lightly kissing the skin around his pec. I could tell he was awake by his breathing. His right hand gently covered mine that was resting on his chest, squeezing it lightly. I looked up to him to be met with half hooded eyes, as If he was already watching me. I reached over and pressed my lips against his. Reminicent of our kiss earlier, just.. way heavier. Way deeper. It was certainly getting warmer. His hand began to trail up my back once more, only on the downward stroke he reached in a little further. My hand now matching his movements as I softly stroked down his chest, then his stomach...

Our breathing slowed down, but I certainly began to wake up.

[insanelyadd]

Here is the next chapter to Macaroons and Babybones. I really hope you like it.

((This is a reader insert that features Pap Pap and SkeleChara, the person who wrote it wanted me to post it, it’s very cute and lovely! I’m super excited to see where it will go! :D  But I’m putting my commentary at the top because I need to add a read more.))

Chapter Two: Phone calls in the night

-Charakterny’s POV-

My day started just like any other day. Wake up, get ready for the day, then head down to eat breakfast Papa made for my all my uncles and myself. Sitting in my seat next to Papa’s at the table, my fet swing back and forth under the table as I wait for the deliciousness that fills the air with its siren’s song. Papa walks into the dinning room with his pink frilly apron and plates lining his arms like a pro. Sliding them across the table, one plate stops in front of me with a small stack of chocolate waffles. Digging into breakfast, I watch as my uncles all finish their own and start to leave going to their different jobs. Uncle Edge downs the rest of his coffee before taking his mug I got his last giftmas to the kitchen. Uncle Edge kisses the top of my skull as he passes while Uncle Blue rubs the top of my skull. Uncle Black roles his eyelights at Uncle Blue before kissing the top of my skull as well. They all start to lightly bicker, before they grab their coats and head out the door to the police station. Uncle San’s, Red, and Stretch places their dishes in the sink as well before leaving to go to Mount Ebbot Labs. Uncle Mutt takes off to disappear into the unknown after a quick wave in my direction. Waving back I take my plate into the kitchen.

  “Chara, My Child.” Papa says in a way that I know I’m not going to like what he has to say.

“I Have To Go Work With Ambassador Frisk Today. Now, I Know You Don’t Care Much For Nanny Ava” shifting under my papa’s sockets I try not to look as sad as I feel.

“But She Is One Of The Only Human Nannies That Is Safe Enough For Monster Children To Be Around.” Papa says before muttering under his breath.

  “Why can’t I just go stay with Toriel then?” I whine crossing my arms.

“She could watch me.” 

  “Because My Skeletiny Miss Toriel Is Also Going To Be Helping Us Today.” Papa says in a soft tone before crouching down and wrapping his arms around my body.

“I Know This Is Hard, But After This Meeting Things Should Settle Down. Then I Can Be Home More.” He whispers planting his teeth on the top of my skull with a loud ‘Mweh’, wrapping my arms around my papa I cling to him as long as I can.

  ——

  Standing outside of a girl’s clothing shop I try not to cringe at the sea of pink dresses that Nanny Ava was trying to get me to try on. Cringing away from a pink frilly number that no one! Not even Frisk would try on, I thank my lucky stars when a young attractive man sashes up and starts flirting with her.

  “Gross.” I mutter under my breath as they make goo-goo eyes at each other. Seeing a chance to sneak away and go to the candy store I slowly backed away. Hiding in the sea of regrets and nightmares I disappear through the clothing racks. Using the pink frills to hide my escape. Once I’m out the front doors of the store I can’t help the loud laugh that bursts past me teeth.

  “Muh haha! Freedom!” I cheer in victory turning I speed walk in the direction of the toy store only to bump into something hard enough that it causes me to fall on my tailbone.

  “Ow” I mutter moving my hand to rub my lower spine. A dark, cold, feeling fills my Soul as a shadow falls over me. Looking up my sockets trace over beaten, old boots that Uncle Edge would cringe at. Torn blue jeans that clings to tightly to the humans body along with a dark shirt that looks like something even Frisk couldn’t wear. Their ugly face glares down at me with narrowed dark beady eyes, his bald head reflecting the light over head.

“Hello little freak.” His lips twisted into a wicked smile as his large hand reaches down for me. A new fear wrings at my soul as his hand blocks the light above us. Twisting my body around I push off the ground and run away from the man.

  “Get back here!” I hear him yell as two sets of footsteps chase after me. Darting through the crowd of people like uncle Blue taught me. Turning to look over my shoulder I miss the person that is in front of me. Slamming into hard legs my body starts to fall backwards, grabbing onto their jeans stops me from falling. Looking up their tall body my sockets take in their weird grey coat and the way their dark toned clothing hide every aspect of what they look like even down to the black leather gloves on their hands. Looking up at their shadowed covered face I see purple eye lights glow illuminating a skeletal face I have never seen before. They have large round eye sockets similar to Uncle sans, only theirs look more feminan. Their eye lights are blown wide and glowing the prettiest purple color giving their round almost soft looking skull a lavender glow. Their teeth are flat just like Uncle blue and Papa except for the pointed sharp canines like uncle Red, and Mut. They look like they could rip apart anything that they bite into. They have scars that cut deep into their skull. One runs from corner to corner of their eye sockets across their nasal bone. Another one that looks shallower runs from the left corner of their mouth down to their jaw bone. What looks like four really deep scars cut into the top of their right eye socket and continue up their skull under their hood. Then like a switch was flipped the purple glow dies leaving shadows again. They stand taller than Uncle sans, blue, black, and red. But they are shorter than Papa, Edge, Mut, and Stretch. 

  ‘So pretty!’

 Remembering the humans chasing me I look over my shoulder, cold fear fills my bones unknowingly causing them to rattle as I see them catching up to me through the crowd. Letting go of the unknown skeletons leg I move to run only for their gloved hands to grab onto my shoulders. A warm fuzzy feeling almost like I’m being wrapped in a warm blanket fills me as I look back up at them.

  ‘what are they doing? And what is this feeling?” Cursing and thundering footsteps break me out of my thoughts. Looking up at their hidden face again I watch as the shadows move like they are looking behind me. Looking back over my shoulder I see the two humans that were chasing me stopped just a few feet behind me. Feeling the other skeletons fingers twitch on my shoulders I look back up to see they are watching the two humans closely.

  “Hand over the brat!” the guy that knocked me to the ground demands of the skeleton. Fear fills my soul again only to be replaced by shock as they move forward putting themselves between me and the two men. One hand stays on my shoulder in a comforting way while their other one rests at their hip.

“Yeah, Not Going to Happen.” They say in a hard female voice reminding me of Toriel when she is angry. Shaking hands reach up and grab their pant leg clutching it for dear life as my eye lights black out. Looking up at their shadowed face I plead with them with my eye sockets.

‘Please don’t give me to them! Please don’t give me to them! Please!!’ As if reading my thoughts they look back up at the two thugs. Their hand on twichs on my shoulder as I feel their body take on more of a sturdy position.

“You got some Major balls picking on a kid, let alone a monster one!” They chuckle out patting my shoulder as the ugly ones face to turn an interesting shade of red. He takes a step forward trying threaten the skeleton. I feel their magic rush through their body reacting to his display.

  “Listen girly, I can tell your not from around here-” The ugly one starts making the new skeleton tense up.

“No shit, Sherlock.” They growl back making me giggle silently, the ugly one turns redder than a tomato. He takes a step forward only for the pretty one to reach out and stop him taking another step forward.

“And in this city little freaks” The pretty one cuts in nodding his head at me with a dark sneer on his face causing me to flench, this new stranger comforts me by rubbing their hand across the back of my skull. I feel them move their body shielding me from those mean humans eyes. Peeping out from behind them I see the humans look up from me glare at the stranger ignoring the signs of danger.

“Need to learn to stay out of our neighborhood and go back to that hole they crawled out of!” The ugly one finishes stepping closer to them. I watch their hood move mack as their rank breath hits their skull. Sympathy fills me knowing how sensitive our nasal cavities can be.

“Now I’ll just take-” The ugly one starts to say reaching out for me only for a black leather gloved hand to lock around their wrist in a crushing grip that has him gasping in pain. My sockets winden and look up at them in amazement.

‘They are so fast! Just like Papa.’

“Now see here is what I don’t understand.” They growl causing both humans to look up at their shadowed face.

“You obviously don’t know who you are fucking with.” They start holding fast as the man tries to pull his arm free.

“Because if you did you would have Fucked off the moment you had my attention. But I guess stupidity is to be expected from a couple of shitheads like yourselves.” Tugging on the man’s arm fast and hard he crashes into the skeletons rib cage knocking their hood off of their skull exposing their face to the world. I don’t see the two men flench back as my eyes are glued to the four scars that are cut so deep into the back of their skull. Almost like somethings claws dug in and ran over their skull and down to their socket before they were able to move away. Their voice brings me back to reality. 

“After all attacking a monster in such a crowded place, with all these people. You are REALLY special aren’t cha.”

“Your a monster!!” The other human yells as their let go and push the ugly human away with one hand in a quick move like a ninja. My eye lights follow as he stumbles over his own feet and falls against the tile floor of the mall drawing the eyes and cell phone cameras of all the people around us.

“Oh sweetheart,” They say in a sickening sweet voice that has me cringing at the fake tone.

“You have no idea.” They laugh only for the ugly one to jump up and take a swing at them. Moving like a ninja from one of my uncles kung fu movies they somehow gently push me back away from them before spinning around knocking his right hand away with their open palm with their left hand. My eye lights turn into stars as they spin in a small half circle and get their right foot in behind his legs, with a fast tug they I knock his feet out from under him. I watch in what seems like slow motion as his feet fly up above his head and his back slams into the floor. 

An angry yell has me looking up from the man on the floor to see the nicer looking one rushing at the skeleton his fist pulled back. Worry fills me only to die as they reach out with a calm look on their face and grab his arm, with a swift pull they twist their hips and stick their thigh in between his legs. Lifting their leg and pulling the man forward his chest twists over their back before he lands on the floor next to his friend on his back. Both of the humans have the air knocked out of their lungs.

“Next time you pick on a child, you better plan on someone betting your ass.” They growl as their eyes glow a deep violet. My eye lights follow as them seeing everything in slow motion as they stand up and walk over to me like a hero in a move. I see the blurred shapes of people behind them surrounding the two mean humans.

“That was so cool!” I whisper in awe, a soft chuckle from the skeleton in front of me along with their glowing cheek bones brings a smile to my skull. Crouching down to my height in front of me a genuine smile pulls their my teeth. Time passes quickly after that as they help me find my nanny and give me their name along with their number.

‘Calibri. What a cool skeleton! Almost as cool as my family.’ I think as Nanny Ava loads me into her car and we head off back to my house. 

  -Calabri’s Pov-

A warm crisp breeze tugs at the hood of my coat tickling my cheek bones. Gravel crunches under my shoes mixing with the calls of the night animals making a new, strange melody. White eye lights glow illuminating the darkness only to fade as clouds part over head. Pausing in my journey, my skull tilts back. The hood that kept my face concealed falls as I stop and gaze up at the dark expanse littered with twinkling lights that stretches forever. My eye lights tear themselves away from the sky to take in the old path in front of me. The gravel pathway is lined with stone walls that have started to crumble from times wrath. Taking a calming breath I take another step forward, taking in the trees that have taken root over the years and grown to extraordinary heights. One step turns to two as eye lights take in the dark green almost emerald vines with star shaped leaves that has taken to climbing up the fallen stones, forest green moss grows across the top of the walls into the holes and spaces left behind. Pale white, pink, and blue flowers bloom in the moonlight off the vines. My creamy white finger bones caress the flowers left behind from decades before. Tall stone pillars that make the arched entryway are sanded down from rain and winds over time. Pieces are missing out of the left side of the arch leaving a gap only for it to be connected by vines and flowers. The milky white beams of moonlight fall onto the arch giving it an ethereal glow. Stepping through the arch way I glide through tall prairie grasses and wildflowers that grab at my pants, trying to lay claim to me just like the land. Climbing up a small hill, I stop at a crumbling gravestone. The stone no longer bears the name or date of the name of the person resting under it. All traces of the person have been wiped away by the sands of time only leaving behind the once white marble stone that is now more moss than anything. Tall pink snapdragons and bright yellow prickly poppies grow strong and unchanged by time as they stand on both sides of the gravestone keeping the one under it company.

“Hey Kiddo.” Sitting down in front of the stone I place my hand on the top of it remembering the color of their silky strands of hair.

“It’s been awhile hasn’t it.” I choke on a laugh, a fresh pain fills my Soul as my imagination replaces the gravestone with them. Their pink eyes narrow up at me under their brows while my hand sits on top of their curly mess of white hair. Freckles make constellations on their full cheeks and rosy lips pucker in a pout.

“I know you missed me a-and I’m sorry.” I force out between the sharp pains in my chest. Their head tilts up to look me in the eyes as their small, so small hands grip at the thick yellow petticoats that are embroidered with red snapdragons, their favorite flower, and little blue birds. The top of their yellow dress is lined with delicate white lace with a thick wool crimson cloak tied around their neck. 

“It’s just been so hard to keep my promise.” I watch as their eyes lose some of the bright color that I love so much.

“I lost my way there for a while kiddo. I didn’t realize how much of me left when you did.” I force past my teeth, glowing purple tears falling from my sockets.

“Don’t be sad.” I can almost hear the twinkle of their voice as one of their little hands reaches up and grips my wrist the other reaches out to me. Pale fingers with short pink nails grab the front of my coat, digging into the fabric.

“I-I meet a child today.” A dark gray sleeve wip at the tears on my bones as I change the subject away from my failure.

“You would have liked them, little dragon.” I whisper as their eyes almost gleam with excitement, lighting up like little rubys. Their fist let go of me and fly up in front of their face as their lips pull back into a wide smile with two missing front teeth, one on top of the other on the bottom.

“What are they like?” They ask swaying their hips, cheeks lighting up a soft pink with blush. A broken laugh cuts through the night’s song with its pain and unspoken heartbreak.

“They uh” I cough to clear my throat. 

“Their soul is almost identical to yours-” Loud bird chirping wipes the child’s image away like smoke being carried along with the wind. Pulling out my phone from my pocket I look at the unknown number before coughing out the stain in my voice. Wiping one cheekbone dry I swipe the answer bone only for a loud voice to fill my ear.

“HELLO IS THIS CALIBRI?” The voice asks in a light cheerful tone, something in my soul flips.

“Um” I start only for my voice to crack, clearing my throat I answer.

“Yes this is her. Who my I ask is this?”

“I’M SO GLAD I CAUGHT YOU, MISS CALIBRI. THIS IS PAPYRUS CHARAKTERNY’S PAPA, AND I WANTED TO THANK YOU IN PERSON FOR HELPING MY SKELETINY OUT OF A TOUGH SITUATION TODAY. I’M TERRIFIED OF WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU WEREN’T THERE.” Papyrus says voice falling from happy to worried. 

“It wasn’t a problem Papyrus. I am glad I was there to help them.” my voice cracks as I wipe the tears from the other side of my skull. Papyrus pauses on the phone before asking in a heartwarming yet worried tone.

“Are You Alright Miss Calibri?” My sockets widen in the dark, as my teeth are forced into a grin.

“I-If You Need Someone To Speak Too-” He starts as my grin softens around the edges.

“Thank you Papyrus. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.” I pause before asking.

“How is Charakterny? I promised to take both you and them to get some sweets.” I change the subject praying that this Papyrus will follow the lead. His silence speaks louder than any words ever could.

“They Are Quite Fine. Excited To Meet Another Skeleton Other Than Their Family. They wouldn’t Stop Describing How You Took Out Those Two Humans. I’m Afraid Now The Whole Family Is Quite Curious About You, Miss Calibri.” He says in a that makes it easy to guess his next question.

“Would You Be Able To Come Over To Have Dinner With Us Tomorrow Night?” His tone betraying his nervousness.

“I just have one question Papyrus.” I say hearing him inhale before he asks the million dollar question.

“And What Is That?” Standing back up, I pat the top of the gravestone in front of me, my expression softening as I remember their own question.

“What do you want for dessert?” 

[reverseblackholeofwords]

I just imagined the other Septics helping Anti move into the room and they realize how little stuff he has. Like it's a few gifts from Robbie, an excessive stock of extra serum cause he's afraid of running out and accidentally hurting the others, a change of clothes, and that's more or less it cause he moves around so much and his stuff gets stolen if he's crashed in the wrong area so he puts the gifts from Robbie in a box in his room and only keeps essentials on him and I've made myself cry😭😭

Imagine them all showing up to move Anti in, and he’s just... holding a box. And he’s like, “This is it, guys. Sorry you all cleared your schedules for this.” It’s just a bunch of vials of the serum, a few pictures of himself and Robbie, but also there’s some of his old hero stuff. A mask, a utility belt, an old photo of him and Jackie from one of their lighter missions. Some newspaper clippings of their victories shoved in one of the belt’s many pockets.

And they move him in, and the room is so big and empty. He doesn’t even have sheets or a blanket for the bed. No clothes to hang in the closet. Just two pairs of socks, an extra pair of pants, and his hoodie. They’re all just standing there, and Anti’s face is burning with shame. Because he really has nothing, and now they all know.

So Chase goes and grabs some t-shirts and a few extra pairs of pants because his smell the nicest. Jackie grabs some band posters from his room to hang up on the walls. Marvin digs in a box for some homemade scented candles, anything that he thinks Anti might like. Henrik gets an extra pair of sheets and a winter quilt while Jameson gets out his old record player and a few records to go with it. Of course Robbie brings a few of his softest pillows and some fuzzy socks and a sweater.

And they all just fill up his room with stuff, bringing things in, and Anti is glitching, trying to tell them no, that it’s fine. He doesn’t need all this stuff. He never has. But they fill up his room and make it home. And he just... watches. In shock. Why would they do this? Why would they go through all the trouble? Give him things, even just the things they don’t want anymore?

So he glitches and makes a few grumpy comments, and they leave. And he goes around to all the things, the lit candle that smells like pumpkin spice and cinnamon, the t-shirts that are so much softer than any he’s ever felt, the record player that his weird electrical energy doesn’t immediately destroy. He’s almost afraid to touch them, afraid to use them. They aren’t really his. They’re just loaners.

They’ll get tired of him and take them back or decide they still want the things. No way they’ll really let him keep all this.

Jackie finds him sleeping in the window seat the first night. He doesn’t burn the candles, won’t wear the clothes, and never touches the record player. For a week. He’s gone most of the day, only comes back to sleep in the window at night, and is gone by lunch without ever coming out.

So Marvin lights the candle before he goes to bed so it’ll be burning when Anti gets back. Jameson puts on some music when Anti is deep into researching something on his laptop. Henrik brings him snacks and water because Anti won’t come to family meals. Jackie throws him onto the bed and wraps him up in a blanket burrito. Chase steals Anti’s old clothes when he’s in the shower and deep cleans them seven times and forces Anti to put on the new clothes unless he wants to walk around in the nude (he almost does it out of spite).

And slowly, Anti starts to accept it, that he’s part of their family again, that they really do want him, and that he wants to be with them.

[atc74]

Making Circles - Epilogue

Square(s) Filled: Hurt/Comfort for @heavenandhellbingo, Slow Burn for @spnfluffbingo2019, Free Space for @spnkinkbingo

Warnings: Case angst, being fake married to Dean, fluffy feels, dead angel vessel, aaaaannnnndddd here be the smut...also, shameless flirting

Summary:  Dean and Y/N have to pretend to be married for a case. But this isn’t any ordinary case. Married couples have gone missing from Albert Lea, Minnesota, every six months for the last few years but there is almost zero evidence. People don’t just disappear like that do they? With Bobby and Sam’s help, plus an ally in their new town, they have just under six months to figure it out. Chances are they’ll survive the case, but will their friendship survive their fake marriage?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1745

Written for: @heavenandhellbingo @spnfluffbingo2019 @spnkinkbingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, who says the nicest things and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and also keeps me on a straight line. I heart you! And @alleiradayne for letting me bounce ideas off her, like all the time.

A/N: This will be six chapter series, one for each month of the case, plus a bonus epilogue. Loosely based/inspired by the song Making Circles by Christian Kane and I just felt this needed to be written. There will be lyrics dispersed throughout the entire story. I hope you love this as much as I do.

The nicest thing you can do for a writer is reblog their work and tell them, and others, how much you like it!

Making Circles master list

Epilogue (takes place directly after Month Six)

Dean leapt over the dead vessel and scooped Y/N into his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He rubbed one hand soothingly down her back, while the other cupped her head, pressing his lips to her temple. “I was so scared. I thought I’d lost you. It’s okay, honey. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N freely wept, feeling secure in Dean’s arms. She let out the anger, the disappointment, the hurt, the love. She let out everything that she had been holding in over the last six months. She let it out until she felt herself run dry. Dean never once complained, even though he must have been uncomfortable, not to mention still wearing only his towel. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Hey, hey. What are you sorry for? You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” Dean reassured her, pulling away slightly, taking in her tired, red rimmed eyes and tear stained face. His thumb gently brushed the remaining tears from her cheeks.

“For the last six months. For forgetting it wasn’t real and getting wrapped up in the fantasy we built for ourselves. It was my pain she was feeding off of and that is what brought her here. I almost cost us our lives,” she sniffed, pulling away further.

Dean wasn’t having it and kept her snug in his hold. “No. Do not do that. It may have been your pain that brought her here, but she’s gone. It’s over. And you weren’t the only one. I let myself get caught up in this life. It was perfect and it was ours, even if it was only for a short time.”

“I guess we can call Bobby and Sam and let them know the case is over,” she pondered aloud, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Or, we could rest. We’ve been working this case for the last five and half months. I think we’ve earned some paid time off,” Dean chuckled softly, kissing the top of her head. “Why don’t I run you a nice hot bath and you relax for a bit. Then movie night?”

“That sounds amazing actually,” she sighed, pulling herself off of Dean. He grabbed a pair of sweats from the dresser and pulled them on under the towel, finally discarding the wet terrycloth. He led her to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water while she watched him. He even added the essential oils she liked.

“Okay, you just relax a while and I’ll bring you something to sleep in. I’ll make some popcorn and get us a movie, okay?” Dean verified with her before he left. She nodded, meeting his eyes. He lingered, his hand on the knob, before slowly shutting the door.

“Cas, buddy. I, uh, I need some help,” Dean called for the angel.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas appeared in the room, taking in the dead angel at his feet. “Oh, Annabeth.”

“Listen, the case is over, the angel is dead, but Y/N is a little freaked out since it tried to smite her and all. Can you take care of this?” Dean pointed to the body and the scorch marks on the carpet.

“Yes, Dean. Of course,” Cas snapped his fingers and everything was perfect like he hadn’t just killed an angel in their bedroom.

“Great, buddy. Thanks. Listen, don’t say anything to Bobby or Sam, okay? We just need a few days.” Dean explained and Cas nodded his acknowledgement and disappeared from view.

Dean grabbed a pair of her sleep shorts and his comfiest band tee for her to sleep in. He knocked on the door. “Yeah?”

“Honey, I brought your clothes, I’m just going to leave them on the counter, okay?” He asked through the door.

“Thank you,” she murmured. Dean opened the door, a puff of steam escaping through the crack he used to slip his arm in and place her clothes on the vanity. He softly pulled the door shut and walked downstairs.

She had always borrowed his shirts, but since they moved into this house, into this life, it had become a habit for her. Dean guessed in a way, they both found comfort in it. She liked the softness of the fabric against her skin and his lingering scent, and he loved seeing her in his clothes. Dean’s thoughts circled in his mind as he waited for the popcorn to pop. For the last few months, they’d been going round and round, fighting whatever this was. Denying the feelings that had been bubbling at the surface. What if this was where they were supposed to be?

He shook the thought away, but it stuck there in the back of his mind. He went about gathering the snacks and, when he heard the water draining above him, he grabbed the pint of brown butter bourbon truffle ice cream from the freezer and added to the already loaded tray. He carried it all upstairs to their bedroom. Y/N was sitting on her side, knees tucked under her chin. Dean set the tray on the bench at the end of the bed and sat down next to her.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, a little. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, honey,” he responded. “I’ve got all the feel good stuff here. Popcorn, your favorite bourbon ice cream, chocolate covered almonds and, of course, bourbon. What would you like to start with?”

“Ice cream, please,” she reached her hand out for the carton. Dean passed it to her with a spoon and she lifted the first bite to her mouth, humming around the utensil. “This is sinfully delicious.”

“You can’t do that,” Dean mumbled, his eyes locked on her.

“Do what?” she asked, licking the spoon.

“Do shit that makes me want to kiss you,” he admitted.

“You wanna kiss me?” she blinked, her eyes wide, like a deer in the headlights. It was one thing for him to kiss her in a moment. It was an entirely different for him to be thinking about it when it’s just them in that moment.  

“I never thought we’d end up here, but what if we’re right where we belong?” Dean asked.

“What are you saying, Dean?” Y/N urged him to say the words she had been feeling for months.

“I guess I’m saying is what if we try this? You and me, really try this thing. It may have been the case that forced us together, but I think I wanna stay in it. I want to be with you, Y/N.” Dean declared.

“I’ve been so afraid to really tell you how I felt. I wanted it to be real, but I thought I was just seeing things that weren’t really there. I want to do this, Dean. I want to see if we can make this work out in the real world. In our world. So please, just kiss me already,” she whispered, leaning in and closing the distance between them.

“You’re so bossy,” he smirked, capturing her face with both hands. His lips latched onto hers with the force and need of months of pent up desire and want. The kiss was soft and tender, but full of fire, everything she knew Dean to be and more.

It wasn’t long before clothes were discarded and Dean nestled himself between her legs. “Honey, are you sure you want this?”

“We’ve been married for six months now, babe, don’t you think we waited long enough?” she giggled.

“God yes,” Dean ducked his head, kissing along her jaw, before honing in on the soft spot just below her ear. A sinful moan left her mouth and Dean pushed his hips forward, easing himself into her tight channel. “Oh fuck.”

“Oh god yes,” she moaned again as Dean pressed fully into her. “Oh Christ, please fucking move. I can’t wait any longer, babe.”

“I just-I need a minute. You’re so fucking tight and I don’t want this to be over before it begins.” Dean panted, taking a moment to collect himself before he eased out and back in at a languid pace.

“Oh fuck yes, oh my god!” Y/N’s cries of pleasure bounced off the walls, spurring Dean to increase his pace.

“Oh honey, I ain’t gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that,” Dean grunted.

“Then don’t. Fuck me now, Dean. We can make love later. I just need to feel you,” she pleaded, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Oh fuck!” Dean pounded into her furiously, the smack of skin on skin filling the room.

“Dean!” Y/N cried out as she hit the peak and came crashing around Dean, pulling him to his own end, he spilled inside of her.

They laid side by side, blankets askew, both of them breathing heavily. Dean turned to his side to look at her, the sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim lights of the room.

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” he smiled dopily.

“Are you flirting with me?” she giggled.

“Yes. Yes I am,” he kissed her. “So movie?”

“Nope. I just wanna finish that ice cream, then get some sleep, so we can do that again in the morning,” she confessed.

“I can get on board with that plan, honey,” he laughed.

“Dean, I just have one question,” she sat up and dug into the half-melted pint. “What’d’ya do with the dead body?”

“Oh, yeah, That. Well, I called Cas to clean up after his brethren. Easy peasy,” Dean replied.

“We’ll have to do something nice for him. Do angels like fruit baskets?” she wondered, offering Dean the next bite. “Maybe we’ll get him a new tie.”

“We’re naked in bed, eating ice cream, can we please not talk about the angel?” Dean griped, stealing the ice cream.

“We are naked in bed, eating ice cream. I could get used to this. Think Bobby will let us keep the house?”

“As long I can keep you all to myself for the next two weeks, I don’t give a shit what Bobby does with it,” Dean pulled her into his lap, kissing her swiftly.

They say that relationships that start under extreme circumstances never last, but when you’re a hunter, most situations are extreme. It was a chance they were willing to take, going round and round trying to work it out, instead of getting hell bent and bound. They’re right where they should be.

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Well, that’s the end. I would love to hear your thoughts on this series. What did you love? What did you hate? Send me your thoughts!

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[dinodawn2]

Purple Lingerie

**CNCO has been on tour for 3 months now and finally coming home. Where you can't wait to see Zabdiel, your boyfriend, future husband, the father of your children so on and so on. But does he have a surprise for you.**

Warning: smut, fluffy

(Y/N)

I'm so tired, thinking to myself. But I cannot wait for Zab to get home. I know what I signed up for when I decided to become his girlfriend, but God a girl has needs, desires, wants.

Unlocking the door to the apartment I  notice a strange black box with red lettering on the counter top. I throw my stuff down and close the door behind me. The box label reads Secret in bright red letters. Attached is a note signed Zabdiel.

--Mi amor, mi princesa

I cannot wait to see your beautiful smile tonight. When I come home I expect you to be wearing this. I cannot wait for the things we do. Til I hold you in my arms.

Love Zab

PS. I am not secretly home already I asked Tony (our doorman) to hold it until today.

Oh my! Knowing Zab like I do it's probably a beautiful grown for a candle light dinner. He is such a romantic, emotional, and sweet. The better half of me. Or maybe just maybe it's something kinky. I say out loud "Please let it be something kinky!" all I want right now is to hold him, run my fingers through his hair, and smell his sweet coconut skin.

To my surprise, as I tear into the box tissue paper flying everywhere, there it is something very kinky. Purple lingerie.

I pull out the matching bikini set, both  a dark purple silk with black lace stitched around the edge, just my size of course. Next, a matching purple robe that's about mid thigh length with a black silk belt. All of a sudden as I pull out the robe, something heavy crashes in the box. I pull them out to see a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs. Wow, Zab, babe I know it's been a while but I'm not sure if I ready for this level of kinky just yet, but then again I would do anything to have him here with me right now.

I continue to pull out tissue paper, in case there are anymore, um, toys in the box when I find another note

--(Y/N) mi princesa,

The cuffs are not a requirement, they actually just came with the set. But if you want I'm willing to do anything with you right now. Just so I can hold you.

Te amo, Zab

Okay that explains a little more, I know Zab likes it rough occasionally, I mean who doesn't like the occasional bite mark or choke.  But cuffs seem a little out there for his sweet soft nature.

As I go on about fixing the room with candles and flowers placed throughout the apartment, setting up a temporary bed on the floor in front of the penthouse balcony with blankets and pillows. I take a shower, place the lingerie on thinking "This silk feels so good on my skin, but it's going to feel even better when he takes it off tonight." I strategically place myself on the love seat so I can see the door, I probably changed seats twenty times before I decide to just sit on the loveseat corner, the time nearing 9pm. Waiting anxiously, knowing Zab should come walking through that door any minute now. Suddenly I hear the door open, "Babe I'm home!" Zab entering through the doorway back to me, dragging his suitcases. "Why are all the lights off?"

"Why don't you turn around and find out?"

"Damn, mi amor!" He says as the door closes, dropping his luggage to the floor with a crash. I can't help but to blush red and smile so hard that my cheeks hurt. He suddenly runs up to me grabbing me by the waist, pulling my body to his, wrapping my arms around his neck, while feeling his soft lips touch mine. We begin to pull away for air, as he gently bites my bottom lip.

"I've missed you, mi princesa." He whispers in my ear, as he leaves a bite mark on my neck. I let out a slight moan, breathing in I say "Babe I need you now, right now."

"Mmm, slowly mi amor, we'll get there. Don't want to go to fast now do we. We have all night together." I let out another moan as he pushes me onto the makeshift bed I made. I smile knowing that he is going to tease me and I am going to tease him right back. I've already discarded the robe and I pull his t-shirt over his head, pulling him in for another soft kiss. He stands up in front of me, taking his pants, making sure I can see the bulge coming from his boxers. He begins to slowly crawling up me, placing kisses in my perfect imperfections that he knows drives me crazy.

Slipping his hand underneath the bikini, teasing me, slowly massaging my nipple. I let out another moan holding my breath, teasing him by not yet calling out his name. He lets out a laugh, "Mmm mi amor, I've missed you so much." I sit up pulling his face towards mine, pushing his boxers off.

Showering him in kisses, I feel my bra become loose as he unbuckles the strap, throwing it to the side. I lean my head back, exposing my neck to his lips, I can feel his lips on my skin, teeth slightly pulling. He lays me back down, kissing my body as my nails dig into his skin, bracing myself as he slips on the remaining piece of clothing. Slowly pushing one then two fingers into me, I breathe in deep not realizing I had been holding my breath waiting for this moment, Zab placing gentle kisses and touches on my clit. I moan again, he suddenly stops, looking at me “Baby, I will quite teasing you so much, if you only yell out my name.” I knew he would eventually break, I flash him a smile while biting my low lip, and he continues knowing that I want him to tease me like he never has before, I just wanted him to break first. He continues licking my clit, as he reaches up with his hand to grab my breast, I let out a moan, “Yes, Zab, babe, I need you right now, I don’t want to wait any longer please daddy!” I hear him laugh a little, “As you wish, mi amor.” He pulls me in for a deep kiss and I feel him inside me, I try to take a deep breathe as we kiss, his girth filling me more than I remember, stretching my walls as he pulls in and out. “Umm, faster babe.” Of course, he does so just to please me more, both of us hitting our climax, letting out unhuman moans, knowing that the floor below us definitely heard everything. He slides down beside me, looking at one another slowly catching our breath. He smiles at me “Mi amor, te amo mucho”. He grabs my face with his hand and pulls me in for a kiss asking me ¿Te casarías conmigo? I look at him almost dazed, like did I hear him right, and of course I smile “Yes!”, leaping onto him, both of us laughing. I kiss him again, smile saying “Ready for round 2?”...

[sunshine-pup-fics]

F R U S T R A T I O N // Kirishima x Reader

Is Kirishima my favourite? Take a guess.

I ran my fingers through my hair, grimacing as the oily (h/c) tangled around my fingers. I slumped back in the chair, sighing in defeat as my unfinished work swallowed the desk before me. "I'm never going to get this done... and I'm hungry... and I need a shower...." I let my head nod backward, eyes trailing to the ceiling, staring up at the white plaster.

I felt numb. So far beyond stress, I was calm.

I jumped as my phone went off. I swiped it off my nightstand and turned it on. There were messages from the Class 1A group chat.

"Seems that most people are heading out..." I glanced toward the door.

I stacked all the papers and grabbed the assortment of books I needed, clutching them to my chest as I hesitantly stalked down the hallway to the common room.

The sky has darkened, the sun beginning its descent toward the mountains on the horizon. The common room was slightly cold but I was too lazy to grab a blanket or sweater. I heard the front door open but paid it no mind as I tried to once again focus on the textbook.

"Hey (Y/n)!"

I cursed under my breath as I whipped my head around to see Kirishima heading straight toward me, a bright smile adorning his face. "Oh- uh- hey! I-I thought you were out with the others?" I cursed myself for stuttering. I turned to face him, trying to shuffle the papers together inconspicuously behind my back. "It wouldn't be very manly to leave my girlfriend alone all day." He came to a stop behind the couch, peering over my shoulder at the work scattered all over the table. "Aw man, have you been studying without me? How much have you done?" His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed my gaze dropped to the floor. I could tell he became concerned.  "Not that long. I'm fine. I'm going back to my dorm now." I hastily scooped up all the books and tried to make a b-line for the stairs.

 "(Y/n)! Hey, wait up!" He caught my arm, stopping me in my tracks. I refused to look at him, keeping a tired, solemn look. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" His voice was low, and he crouched a little to become eye level with me. I tried to turn my head away, but I found myself enticed by his soft gaze. "I-It's nothing. I'm fine. I'm fine..."

I bit my lip as he continued to give me a concerned look, almost pleading with me.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it shuddered.

I cracked.

"Okay... I've been trying to study since I woke up... no biggie..." I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes. "An-And maybe I'm a little hungry...  but I don't want to cook, I don't have time! But I can't bring myself to eat junk food because I feel guilty because that's all I eat! And-And my hair is all gross and tangled and I haven't showered in days and I haven't been sleeping, and it's all just too much and I don't know what I'm doing and- and-" I realised tears were streaming down my cheeks. My voice was hoarse, my nose was running, and I was visibly shaking.  

I tore my gaze from his crimson eyes and tried to tear my arm from his grasp. He only clung tighter.

He gently caressed my cheek with his other hand, wiping the tears away with the pad if his thumb. "You're fine, okay? You're like, the strongest person I know! We're going to get you taken care of, okay?" I weakly nodded, sniffling, and attempting to dry my eyes and nose.

He let go of my arm, but let it fall to my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. He guided me to the female bathrooms. "Go take a shower all right?"

I tried to resist, in a vain attempt to argue that I would be alright eventually, that he didn't need to worry. He simply took my books and ushered me in.

 I watched numbly as the water splashed onto the tiled floor. I swept my fingers through the water, waiting for it to heat up. After a few moments, I was finally able to let the water rush over me, washing off the grime and dirt. I massaged my scalp as I used the shampoo and conditioner, relishing the smooth, knot-free hair. I did my final rinse off and stepped out of the shower, quickly reaching for the fluffy white towel on the hook outside. I took notice of the folded clothes on the counter. I dried off then changed. I was wearing a large baggy Crimson Riot shirt and black pyjama pants, both items of Kirishima's I liked to steal. I huddled into the shirt and let the scent of him wash over me.

 I headed for the door, pushing it open to see Kirishima leaning on the opposite wall. He grinned widely when he saw me, hurrying over and taking my hands in his. Despite being calloused and rough, they were warm and inviting. "C'mon." He lead me back toward the dorms, taking me to his room rather than my own. He ushered me onto the bed, where I sat cross-legged as I watched him flitter around the room.

He eventually came to join me, sitting behind me. He pulled me closer to him, despite my surprised squeaks, and began combing my hair. He hummed quietly as he did so, every so often leaning forward and planting a kiss on my head.

 I felt my eyes drooping closed by the time he was done. He swept me up and tucked me into his bed. He planted a kiss on my nose, smiling softly as I disappeared further into the blankets. The warmth cradled me as I drifted off into sleep.

   I awoke to the soft murmuring of my name. I took a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open. I sat up, yawning once as I rubbed my eyes. "Did you sleep well?"

I let my hands fall into my lap as I turned to see Kirishima sitting on the floor beside his bed, smiling up at me. "Mmmhmm." I offered a sleepy smile. "Wait! Oh my gosh I didn't mean to fall asleep! I'm so sorry Eji-" I was cut off as Kirishima placed a hand over my mouth. "It's okay. I wanted you to fall asleep. You needed the rest.”

I stared in bewilderment at him.

Kirishima had given up his time and put in so much consideration into what I needed. He gave up his clothes and his room just to make sure I was happy and comfortable.

"Ejiro..." my voice cracked. He cocked his head to the side at the mention of his name. I felt more tears began to trickle down my face. Kirishima quickly leapt forward and cupped my face. "Hey, hey, please no more crying!" He hushed. I nodded, leaning into his warmth. "I-I just...Thank you, Ejiro... thank you so much! I-I was so stuck I didn't know what to do. I just felt so drained all the time." I let out a few more sniffles. I let the warm fuzzy feeling feeling overtake, leaving me smiling like an idiot. "I love you Ejiro!"

I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, as his arms found their way around my waist as we were both sent sprawling onto the ground. I let out a laugh as Kirishima tried to blow the hair out his face. I gently swept it to the side, watching his crimson eyes intently. "I love you. So much." I mumbled. He shot me his toothy grin. "I love you more." He pecked my nose. "Now how about some food, I cooked (f/f) while you slept."

 Kirishima felt his heart swell at the sight of his girlfriends eyes at the mention of food. He had been so worried about her when she wouldn't admit her frustration, but some gentle coaxing was all it took. She just needed someone to be there and give a little love. But he hoped she'd never find all the exasperated texts he had sent his friends worrying about her.

 "After we eat, let's study together okay?"

"That sounds perfect, Eiji."

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I finally get to get YOU this time!! *evil laughs* 56 & 34

I’m not sure how well I did answering the prompts, but I sure had fun writing it.  I really challenged myself not to do the cliché thing and go with something less familiar to me.  I imagine this fic occurring shortly before “Graduation.”

34. The feel of fingers brushing by accident. 

56. Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging.

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[As the Images Unwind]

“I want to watch my movie first,” Drakken said, watching with an anxious eye as Shego popped a VHS into the player.

“Nope. Mine first.”

“But Shego…”

“Nuh-uh. I go to karaoke with you, you watch movies with me. My rules,” she said firmly.

“But…we watched yours first last time!” he pleaded.

She walked back to the sofa and plopped down, using the remote controller to fast-forward through the previews. “And you fell asleep in thirty minutes! You always fall asleep, and we never even get to my movie. So, mine’s first.”

Drakken fidgeted with the edge of the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders and looked down at his striped pajamas and fuzzy slippers. He did sort of plan to fall asleep on movie nights…

With a sigh he sat down and crossed his legs, wiggling around until he was perfectly cozy. Shego—wearing an oversized green t-shirt that fell off her shoulder and pink pajama pants—picked up the oversized bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and set it between them.

“It’s not another…scary one, is it?” he asked, looking at her anxiously.

She shot him a grin. “For an evil genius like you? Nah.”

Drakken blinked. His face slowly morphed into a scowl. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you.”

“Of course not. You’re gonna love this. It’s ready now, stop talking,” she said as she hit stop, and then play.

———

Drakken was gullible.

One of the major perks of her job was the freedom to torment her boss, and she took unending pleasure out of doing so.

For two week’s worth of movie nights, she had naturally chosen movies she was interested in. And all were full of explosions, action, and blood. Drakken cowered and whimpered the entire time if he even made it through them, and while she was annoyed, his continued belief when she lied and told him her movies wouldn’t be scary were worth it all.

She had started seriously taking advantage of this particular weakness of his after his kidnapping at Area 51. For four days she had him convinced that a mole on his back was actually an alien parasite, and only revealed her deception when in a panic he had been about to take a laser to it in a mirror.

He had been red-faced in embarrassment and anger while she rolled on the floor with laughter. His upset made it all the better, and she actively looked for more ways to get his blood pressure to rise.

———

“Aaahhhh!”

Drakken’s cry of fear sounded next to her ear only a moment before the hard, painful crash of his cheekbone against hers. Popcorn flew up in front of her eyes, hitting her face and lap on its way down as his arms wrapped so tightly around her she couldn’t breathe.

“You said it wasn’t scary!!” he shouted in terror, and she leaned away from the pain of the volume.

“Let go!” she choked out, gasping for breath the instant he moved. His blanket had fallen on her and she stood up, shaking popcorn off of it and out of her hair. “Look at this mess!!” she shouted back at him as he slunk back into a corner of the couch.

“You said it wasn’t scary,” he whimpered.

“Yeah, and you’re gullible,” she moaned, pausing the movie. “I’m going to make some more popcorn.”

She picked up the empty bowl, wasted popcorn crunching under her feet as she stomped away toward the kitchen. Drakken stared for a moment and then scurried after her.

“It’s my fault. I’ll do it,” he said.

———

Shego was capricious.

What shoes should she wear, what color should she paint her nails, should she go to Greece or Sicily on her next vacation… And why on earth was she asking him?

Drakken had put two popcorn bags in the microwave, like he had before the movies started. But thirty seconds into the cycle Shego started complaining.

“Make three bags, this movie’s long.”

Drakken was still shaking from his fright—so much blood—and ignored her as he made up a fresh batch of his butter sauce on the stove.

“Helloooo in there, Dr. D.? I said make three bags.”

“Maybe I’m not that hungry…” he grumbled.

“Yeah, well you have to help eat it so I can keep my waistline,” she said, reaching over his shoulder and stopping the microwave.

“I’m only making sauce for two bags,” he said with a frown, stirring in the minced garlic.

Shego had opened the microwave and was tossing in a third bag of popcorn alongside the two slightly puffed ones.

“Then make more,” she said, closing the microwave.

Drakken stopped stirring and turned to her. “You can’t start it over or the first two bags will burn. Take them out and do that one separately.”

Amazingly, she didn’t argue and made to follow his instructions. But upon touching the hot bags she drew her fingers back with a hiss.

“Eh. Two’s enough,” she said, pulling the unused bag out and continuing the microwave cycle.

Drakken rolled his eyes and went back to his sauce. He began softly humming as a tune came to his mind.

“Do we have stuff for milkshakes?”

“Why don’t you look?” he said, and continued his humming.

Shego opened both the fridge and freezer and began perusing the contents. “We’re out of strawberries…”

“Go figure.”

“Hmmm… I want…piña colada.”

The microwave beeped, and Drakken took out the hot steaming bags and began emptying them into the bowl. His butter sauce was perfect and would be ready to mix in in seconds. And then he fully registered what Shego was asking.

“If we stop to make milkshakes now, the popcorn won’t taste as good.”

“It’s too hot. I want something cold to go with it.”

Drakken pursed his lips, but decided it wasn’t worth the argument.

“All right. You mix the sauce into the popcorn. And only use a pinch of salt!”

“Sheesh. I won’t mess it up, Chef Ramsay.”

Drakken moved quickly, pulling out everything for a piña colada milkshake. He preferred blueberry himself, but he really wanted to taste the popcorn at its best and so would make the sacrifice on his milkshake flavor this time.

He started pouring the coconut milk into the blender when—

“Actually on second thought…I’m in a blueberry mood.”

Drakken clenched his teeth together tightly. He set the coconut milk down and looked over at the giant bowl of popcorn that Shego was lazily stirring with a wooden spoon. He reached over and grabbed a handful and shoved it in his mouth and began humming again as he chewed. The garlic ratio was perfect…

“Hey, what are you doing?”

He poured the coconut milk back into the can and ignored her. Wonderful would be the day when she could just make up her mind…

He ignored her as he got started on a double portion of blueberry shakes. At least he would enjoy that.

“What are you humming? It sounds familiar?”

Drakken smirked.

Shego picked up a single piece of popcorn and chewed on it slowly, waiting.

“It’s from an Italian opera. Rigoletto.”

“Have you sung this at karaoke?”

“No. It’s…too hard for me,” he admitted at the cadence.

Shego’s brow rose. “Oh. What’s it called?”

Drakken’s smirk grew. “La donna e mobile.”

She ate another piece of popcorn. “Uh, translation please? Why is this bowl only half-full…”

Drakken faced her, crossing his arms. “It means ‘the woman is fickle.’”

Shego’s eyes widened for a long moment before narrowing in fury.

“I know you don’t mean to imply that about me.”

Drakken clasped his hands under his chin and batted his eyes, mimicking her voice. “'Should I bring the green bathing suit or the green and black? Never mind, I don’t want a $5,000 vacation to Fiji after all even though the airline tickets are non-refundable.’”

He barely had time to react as she shoved the bowl of popcorn in his face, throwing his hands up just in time. He clutched it close to him and bent forward, saving most of the freshly dressed snack as she stalked away.

“Do you still want blueberry?” he called after her.

He cringed at the curses she shouted back at him.

———

Drakken was immature.

He was as bad as her brothers, every one of them. His only redeeming quality was that he was evil.

Well, that and he actually listened to her when he was about to do something stupid. Most of the time. And he took actual security measures in their lairs.

But his hissy-fits and dramatic meltdowns would be enough to drive her over the edge, if she didn’t have a luxurious salary and a contractual license to mock.

Drakken came in a few minutes later with the popcorn bowl under his arm and milkshakes in hand. She didn’t wait for him to sit before pressing play on the movie again, leaning from left to right as he carefully picked his way through the spilled popcorn in front of her.

“Just step on it,” she said.

“Only if you clean it up tomorrow.”

She crossed her arms and focused on the movie, ignoring the blue man to her right who was again cowering.

Onscreen the hero had just gunned down multiple terrorists in blood-spattering furor whilst performing several acrobatic stunts that looked challenging even for her. The hero—a very well-muscled actor—then kicked down the door where the foreign diplomat was held hostage only find that he was too late. The terrorists had sliced the man’s throat and disemboweled him, leaving his dead body chained to a pole and the bloody evidence on the floor around him in a five-foot radius.

Shego grinned and shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Now this was entertainment.

“Shego!”

She turned to see Drakken hiding under his blanket, only one eye peeking out through a small hole he had created.

“Can we…please watch my movie first?” he asked, his voice shaking.

She frowned. “This isn’t as fun without someone to analyze the strategies with.”

“I know, and…I want to. But please… I promise I’ll stay awake.”

He had started to emerge from his blanket-nest, and she took in his wide eyes, tense shoulders, and trembling lower-lip.

“Are you actually afraid of this?”

He pulled the blanket over his shoulders again. “They…mutilated him,” he said with childlike horror.

Shego closed her eyes in annoyance. “Oy. Fine. We’ll watch yours first.”

Drakken leapt out of his nest and hurried over to the VCR, his face brightening instantly. Shego shook her head and sipped at her milkshake—oh, was it delicious!

How a man his age who committed so much violence himself could be afraid of a little fake gore was beyond her. But he was immature in everything.

“You know Doc, one of these days you’re going to have to grow up.”

He stuck his tongue out at her over his shoulder.

“Excuse me if I prefer my movies more light-hearted.”

Shego looked at the video jacket he tossed aside. The picture was of a couple embracing.

“Oh no, if this is some sappy romance I’m going to bed.”

“It’s a heist movie, Shego. You’ll like it. The romance is just a subplot.”

Shego sat forward and crossed her legs on the sofa. “What’s with you and the romances anyway? It’s not like you ever go in for that stuff in real life.”

Drakken crossed his arms and held his chin up as he returned to the sofa. “I had something special with DNAmy, if you recall.”

“Pshyeah, for like a day. And you cried like a baby when she dumped you and you…you didn’t even really like her! You were only interested in her lair.”

“I did so!” Drakken frowned. “And she liked me too. She saved me from her lizard beast, risking her life for me. Something you failed to do, and you get paid for it.”

“What are you talking about? I save you all the time.”

“Not from that monster. You bailed out of the hover car and left me to crash!”

“Can’t come back to save you if I’m dead. Besides, it was wayyy more fun watching you whine while Amy talked about her actual boyfriend. I mean, you totally fell for her stupid smiles and fake flattery and… Oh man, she played you so hard!”

Drakken’s smugness melted away entirely, and he burrowed into his blanket again and sipped from his milkshake. Shego’s belittling continued until she was laughing, and finally he exploded.

“A real friend wouldn’t make fun of my romantic misadventures, Shego!”

“That wasn’t a romance. It was a schoolyard crush!”

Drakken huddled away from her in the corner of the sofa and pressed play on the remote.

“Shut up.”

“Big baby.”

The movie thankfully opened with an immediate jump into action, an elaborately plotted theft of priceless jewels setting up the main character and his motivations. It silenced Shego for several minutes, but it wasn’t long before the love interest was introduced and she was back to complaining.

“This is boring.”

“It’s a romantic subplot,” Drakken said, eating a few pieces of popcorn.

“It’s the whole plot. The heist is just the thing they have in common!”

“Well it’s your fault for lying to me about your movie not being scary.”

———

Shego was dishonest.

It wasn’t just the movies, which come to think of it, had been scary every week… But it was anything and everything as it suited her whims, as long is it gave her what she wanted.

It had started small, when she told him that no, his new lab coat didn’t make him look fat. But then after Dementor made fun of him at the next HenchCo convention and he questioned her again, she merely smiled and shrugged. As if his reputation meant nothing!

The worst was when she had claimed to be on vacation but instead was giving Senor Senior Junior lessons in villainy. He had been furious. She was using his money to aid other villains, helping them to be successful when she should have been helping him.

He gave her a sidelong glance as he shoved more popcorn in his mouth. She was frowning at the movie.

He was beginning to wonder if she actually thought he was evil. She said he was whenever he asked, but she never said it convincingly…

“Um. Shego?”

“This movie is stupid,” she burst out suddenly.

He blinked. “I picked it for—”

“You’re just gonna fall asleep. I’m switching back to my movie.”

“No!” he shouted, clutching the remote to his chest and frowning deeply.

She raised an agitated brow at him.

His ire had been raised by the thought that she may not think him evil, and that she had been laughing at his ‘immaturity’ as she called it. He didn’t consider being in touch with one’s feelings immature.

“My movie!” he insisted.

She stared him down for several seconds before giving up in a grunt of disgust and slumping on the sofa. Drakken sighed in relief and continued eating popcorn, with his oh-so-delicious butter recipe.

———

Drakken was stubborn.

And it was so much more than movie night, and karaoke night, and bowling night. He insisted on plots to take over the world that had been proven to fail in the past.

The brainwashing shampoo was one of them. He still had the entire back-stock of it taking up half of a storage room, ‘just in case’ he said every time she brought it up. The memory of their other failings with mind control made her shudder. She hated mind control.

But the worst were the killer robots. Robots had been his Achilles heel since before he was evil, and he was still coming up with new schemes for them. After the Smarty Mart stockbots failure she was sure he had a screw loose.

Shego realized she was tensing up and began taking slow, deep breaths. He wasn’t worth getting this worked up over. But everything was getting on her nerves after his crack about her being indecisive.

Whenever she got this worked up over his idiotic ideas she would usually up and leave for a vacation. But she had already used up all of her time for that month, and didn’t want to dip into next month just yet.

Onscreen, the main characters were in their second ‘witty flirting’ phase of the relationship. It was completely shallow, and she wanted to gag.

“Yeah…I’m done with this. I’ve seen exactly five minutes of criminal activity and twenty-five minutes of romance.”

“Shego, I promise it’s a heist movie. They’re just establishing all of the characters.”

She leaned over the popcorn bowl and grabbed for the remote, but he dodged her and stuck his tongue out at her, holding it high above his head.

“You lied about the scary movie. We’re watching mine first!”

She lunged again and the popcorn bowl slid down his blanket like a slide and under the coffee table. He rose up on his knees and held the remote farther away.

“I’m not sitting through another an hour and a half of this. Give it here!”

“No!”

She tackled him against the arm of the sofa and reached for the remote a third time. His back cracked as her full weight fell on his chest and he huffed as the wind was knocked out of him, but he still didn’t yield.

Nose to nose, they exchanged furious glares for several seconds before she slowly backed off of him and smirked. He only had a moment to look worried before she shot a small green blast into his stomach. He yelped in pain and the remote went flying as he grabbed at the stinging wound, and she caught it deftly.

“Finally,” she said, switching the cassettes back with a satisfied smile.

Drakken frowned deeply at her back as he rubbed his injured belly with one hand and pulled his blanket up with the other. He was in for a painful night.

———

Shego was cruel.

Drakken had long since gotten used to the pain of her glow, but he was still taken by surprise each time she used it against him. For everything he did for her, she seemed worse than ungrateful. She seemed to relish in using him and then making him suffer in the knowledge of it.

For years he’d chalked it up to her villainous personality. They were evil, after all. But they were supposed to take over the world together, and her behavior was sometimes…counterproductive.

He’d realized that not even their contract mattered to her when she’d left him in prison twice. She was more than willing to join other villains if it satisfied her drive for mayhem, and she was even willing to prevent him from certain victory. And more than that, she made fun of him while doing so.

Peace officers and vigilante teenagers may thwart his plans, but that was nothing compared to Shego’s many betrayals, always issued with a smirk.

And yet…here he was, insisting she join him for movie night.

Screams of agony and the retort of machine guns sounded from the TV speakers, but he didn’t watch. He curled up in the corner and closed his eyes, sleep the only possible escape.

“'Fraidy cat,” he heard, as he drifted off.

———

When Drakken next opened his eyes his attention was arrested by soft jazz music. He peered out from behind his blanket and saw Shego was exactly where she’d been when he willed himself asleep to hide from her movie, but now she was watching his movie. The popcorn bowl was back on the couch, and nearly empty as she lazily scooped a handful out.

He slowly straightened up, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and she gave him a brief glance.

“Thought you didn’t like romantic movies,” he said hoarsely.

“Shut up. I’m tired,” she said quietly.

Drakken settled down and focused his attention on the moving picture in front of him. His eyes slowly widened as he absorbed the present action and felt a blush rapidly creeping up his cheeks. The so-called romantic subplot was still in the lead and the main characters had arrived at…third base? Home run?

He considered asking Shego for the correct slang, but was far too embarrassed, digging his fingers into the scant remains of the popcorn instead. He would wake up to an actor’s naked butt under a soft-filter moving very suggestively and miss all the real good parts of his movie.

He reached idly for the popcorn again, mostly burned kernels now, and felt around for some something of more substance. His search stopped suddenly when he felt the delicate brush of small fingertips against his, and he froze.

He glanced at where his and Shego’s hands met briefly before looking up and meeting her eyes. Inexplicably, heat rose around his pajama collar and he pulled away in a hurry, wiping his fingers against his flannel.

Shego smirked. “What’s the matter Doc? Too much action for you?”

An ill-timed moan from the actress onscreen made him blush further and he stared away into the dark corner of the room.

“Your fingers are greasy from the butter,” he argued. “How did you eat that much popcorn anyway?”

“I told you to make three bags,” she said, and he saw her shrug out of the corner of his eye.

A sudden strange licking sound forced his eyes back to the screen in curiosity, but the movie wasn’t the source. He turned to see Shego licking the remnants of butter and garlic from her fingers in a way that…something told him was far too slow and deliberate.

“Hnghh… Can you not do that while…while that’s going on?” he snapped, gesturing at the screen.

She froze at his outburst, the tip of her middle finger still touching her puckered lips. She looked confused for a moment, and then her face flushed in anger.

“You creep!” she said, shoving him roughly off the sofa. His tailbone hit the ground hard and he rubbed it as he cowered under her verbal abuse. “At least I don’t wipe my greasy fingers on my pajamas! Ugh, you can be so gross.”

He climbed wordlessly back onto the sofa, wondering why he had let himself get so distracted. The movie action had shifted—thankfully back to the main plot—and he curled his knees to his chest and forced himself to focus.

He wished he hadn’t been asleep for so much of it, seeing how when it did spend time on the crimes it was in great detail, and he could have been taking notes for potential future plots. The movie was more than half over now, and as it went on he failed to understand Shego’s complaint. Yes the romance was prominent, but the villain was wooing the woman over to the wrong side of the law. Surely that was a redeeming quality?

“This is so fake,” she said suddenly.

Apparently not.

“Those two would never last in real life. How two people can be so attracted together when they have so many flaws is ridiculous.”

Drakken leaned his head back and glanced at her. “What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t care how much money he wastes, he keeps secrets from her, and he’s not really in it for evil. He’s just bored. And she has an anger problem, she has no trust, and she’d clearly cheat on him if she thought he was cheating on her.”

Drakken hadn’t been paying attention to any of those things and considered them. Yes…okay, she had points. But the fictional couple were clearly in love. Surely they could get past those things?

“People with so many flaws like that will never stay together,” she concluded, crossing her arms and leaning back to mirror his tired pose.

“We stick together,” he said quietly. His eyes suddenly widened. Where had that come from?

He turned his head to find her watching him, apparently analyzing his statement.

“Yeah, but we’re not a couple, Doofus.”

He sat up again, crossing his legs under him. “One could say…we’re better than a couple. Because we don’t have any…ulterior motives keeping us together.”

Shego sat up and turned to face him, likewise crossing her legs. She looked curious now.

“After all. No sane man would maintain a woman as changeable and deceitful and heartless as you,” he said, tossing a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

He looked back at her and his eyes widened. That had been the wrong thing to say.

“I’m…what?” she hissed.

“You’re…well…well you’re mean, Shego!” he said, going all-in.

“Puh. And you think you’re some kind of saint, here? Well I’ve got news for you, Dr. D.” She rose up on her knees to glare down at him, hands on her hips. “You’re the biggest sucker that ever walked the earth, and you’re bullheaded and childish. You’re nothing but an overgrown two-year old! You’re lucky I stick with you!”

He held his metaphorical ground against her and met her gaze full-on.

“Why?”

“…What?”

He frowned. “Why don’t you just leave like you’re always threatening to? If I’m such a…pathetic loser, if my personality doesn’t jive with your image, why are you here?”

He regretted the words as they flew out of his mouth, but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself. And he realized when he finished and they were left staring at each other it was because…he really wanted an answer. He knew he wasn’t perfect. He knew he should have a stronger constitution at the sight of blood and that he was far too trusting and that his drive to succeed sometimes bordered on insanity, but…he couldn’t change all at once!

Second passed, and he couldn’t read Shego’s expression.

“Well?” he probed, his heart pounding in fear. Certainly this night would end with him having driven her off once and for all. He was surprised then when she turned the question around on him.

“Why don’t you fire me then, if I’m too evil for your taste?”

He blinked twice and sat back against the sofa again, feeling heat under his collar again. He actually knew this one.

He kept her around because, really…he didn’t care. No matter how much she manipulated and belittled him or wasted his time and money or even blasted him with her green glow, he was…happier with her than without her. The brief severance of their contract after the ‘Warmonga incident’ had shown him that in painful clarity.

He swallowed nervously. “I…I guess it doesn’t…really bother me.”

She sat back on her heels and shook her head at him. “Then why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

He frowned at her. “You’re the one making a big deal. If I’m…such a baby, why don’t you quit?”

In a very rare occurrence, he found himself winning their battle of wills as the tension began to fall out of her shoulders. She didn’t say anything, but continued to look at him as her anger faded into a mix of perplexity and entreating.

She seemed to want him to understand something, but from the look on her face it seemed she didn’t understand it herself. And then his expression opened up as revelation suddenly struck.

For all of her insults and complaints against him…could it be that his weaknesses didn’t really bother her, either?

She apparently arrived at the same conclusion as she bit her lip and turned away, a faint blush on her cheeks. He felt a strange and unfamiliar warmth blooming in his chest as he stared at her, her eyes fixed on the TV again.

“Agh, we’re missing the last heist!” she complained.

He looked at the run time on the VCR and saw that there were only five minutes left in the movie. He settled down and watched as the criminal pulled off an impossible feat, somehow escaping with a rare jewel that had been inside a sealed room, and one that his love interest had made known she wanted.

“I knew it was just about the romance,” Shego complained as the screen showed the woman running after the man, apparently ready to abandon her life for his.

“I like happy endings…” he grumbled, still not quite sure where their oddly halted fight left them.

He felt around in the popcorn bowl again for something more than kernels. He finally arrived at one large perfectly popped piece and was about to take it, when Shego found it too. He looked up at her as they were in the same situation again, her fingertips feather-light against his and the contact sending cool tingles up his wrist.

He didn’t yank his hand away this time when their eyes met, and he found her expression unreadable. He didn’t like it. Why was she looking at him like that? What did it mean?

Then without warning, she leaned closer to him and fluttered her eyelashes, lowering her voice to a sultry tone.

“Come here often?” she teased.

He whirled away with a frown, his face growing hot yet again. What was wrong with her? What was wrong with him?

“I’m going to bed,” he said, gathering up his blanket and stomping away to his room, missing the final passionate embrace of the couple onscreen.

Shego rolled her eyes and turned back to the TV, dropping the last piece of popcorn in her mouth and then licking the butter from her fingers.

“Maybe sometimes I like happy endings too…” she muttered.

-fin-

[themoonandotherslikeit]

The Daughter of a Righteous Man - Chapter 5

*SEQUEL TO THE LOOK IN HER EYES*

After her husband is drug to Hell, Ava Winchester and her brother in law Sam try their best to do right by Dean and raise her daughter, only to find that good intentions aren’t always enough. Loving someone isnt always enough.

Chapter Five, Anything for You

Sam

"Dean...Dean!" Ava was crying out in her sleep again.

I got out of bed, and rushed to the living room. I hoped I'd wake her in time so she wouldn't wake up the baby.

"Hey, Ave." I said, crouching next to the couch. I gently shook her shoulders. "Hey, wake up. It's okay."

Nel was a month old, and we had finally settled into a routine at the house. I picked up work at a body shop, glad that Dean had taught me what he had about cars. Joey, the shop owner, saw the Impala and hired me on the spot. Ava was staying home with Nel, but eventually we hoped she could go to work in the Sherifs office in town.

"Sam?" She croaked as she opened her eyes. I wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Yeah, hey."

"Hi." She sat up slowly, holding her head.

This happened every night. She would cry out his name in her sleep. Sometimes I could get her back to sleep, sometimes I couldn't. We recently purchased Netflix, and we'd been making our way through an impressive number of shows. She would wake up screaming, and we would play Friends and drink coffee. There wasn't a lot of sleeping with a newborn anyway, so we took what we could get.

This time was different. She was shaking everywhere, like she was cold and couldn't warm up. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

She shook her head. "I don't remember it."

She was lying to me. I knew that face at this point, but I didn't want to push. "Okay." I said quietly. I examined her eyes, searching for some kind of clue to what she needed.

"You can go back to sleep, I'm really o..okay."

I frowned and shook my head. "Only if you come with me." She looked startled, and I laughed quietly. "Not like that, Ave."

"Oh."

"I meant just... maybe we could both use the company."

She considered this for a moment before shrugging. "Okay, sure."

She swung her legs over the side of the couch, wrapping her blanket around her, and we made our way to my room. I laid on top of the covers and she laid next to me. We both faced each other. We laid in silence for what seemed like an endless amount of time in the darkness. Just when I thought she was asleep, she whispered into the darkness. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I will ever be okay again."

"You will be."

"How?"

"Time, Ave."

"But you've seen your Dad. It's been over twenty years, Sam, and he's still a mess." She whispered, her voice afraid.

"You are so much stronger than John Winchester." I laughed humorlessly.

"I don't know if I am." She admitted.

"You're wrong." I said, reaching out to touch her arm. I needed to feel that she was there. That she was listening to me. "Dean believed in you. He always told me you were the strongest person he'd ever met. I agree with him. You can get through this. We can."

Her hand covered mine, and I heard her suck in her breath. "When he would say that stuff to me I couldn't not believe him. He would look at me so intensely. He would get so serious that... well I knew he wasn't lying. He really believed it. He believed in me. I don't know what I did to deserve it."

I laughed again and shook my head. I was beginning to make out her shape in the darkness. I scooted a little closer so I could see her a little better. "You're a Winchester now, which basically means you won't believe it when people say you're amazing or special. Dean never did. I sure don't, but you. We always knew you were better than us. That we didn't deserve you. You're good, Ava. You have this way about you that makes people want to try harder. You made us want to be better."

"I don't think you two could be any better than you already are."

"I hope you're wrong about that."

"You're right. It must be a Winchester curse. Can't take a compliment."

"Welcome to the family." I laughed.

Ava leaned forward, grabbing my face in her hands. My heart sped up. It thumped in my chest. I wanted to ask her what she was doing, but I couldn't bring words to my mouth.

I could feel her breath on my face as she turned my head and placed a gentle kiss to my cheek. "Thank you." She breathed. "I'm feeling a lot better."

She moved her hands. Heat traveled up my face, the print she left on my cheek tingling. She rolled onto her back and let out a deep sigh. I reached my fingers up to my cheek to touch where she kissed.

Ava

"Why are we always in bed?" I asked Dean, as I stared at him. We were laying on our sides facing each other.

"Sex is your favorite memory of me."

"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes.

I was dreaming, I knew I was. He wasn't real, not any more. I reached forward and touched his cheek. The mind was a powerful thing. He felt real to me. I could feel the prickles from the hair growing in on his face. "You need to shave."

"You like it."

"I do. It goes with your whole, grungy 90's look."

He raised his eyebrows, looking offended. "I do not have a 90's look."

I laughed and shook my head. "Oh please. The flannel, the boots, the rocker t-shirts? Classic grunge."

"Would you rather me wear a polo?"

"I do like the suit." I teased him, letting my fingers slide under his shirt.

I worried eventually I wouldn't be able to conjure him in my mind like I could now. I worried I wouldn't be able to trace his stomach and his chest in my mind. Each scar raised on his skin. Would they disappear inside of my mind?

"I hate it"

"I know." I said pulling him closer to me. "I like the flannel."

"I can tell." He said, pulling at the one I was wearing.

"Sam gave it to me."

"You still haven't gone into our room?"

I shook my head. "I can't, Dean. I'm too scared. I won't be able to keep it together."

"Take your time, love."

I sighed.

Love. He wouldn't call me love.

"I wish you were real."

"I am real." He put his hand on my heart. "I'm real in you."

"That sounds sexual."

"It isn't sexual." He said before lowering his lips to my ear. "But it could be... if you wanted."

My heart raced. I did, but it wasn't real. It would never be real again. "I'm sorry." I whispered, pressing my forehead to his like I had a million times before.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart." There we go. "Maybe it'll just make it worse."

"Maybe."

"Try to go into the room today?"

"I'll try." I breathed.

"Don't forget what I told you."

"What did you tell me?"

I jumped slightly, my eyes slowly fluttering open. I woke up too quickly, and I grabbed at the dream. He was there, in my mind, and I felt like I was losing him all over again. I rolled over, just to catch Sam an inch from my face.

I'd slept every night with him for the last week. I noticed I slept better when I wasn't sleeping alone. I only woke up screaming every other night. It was progress. Sam looked tired. He looked young. I smiled at the innocence he held when his expression was relaxed. I knew he spent a lot of time worrying about me. Maybe it was our friendship, or his promise to Dean. I didn't have a way to tell. But in reality, it didn't matter. We were all we had, so it had to be enough.

I slowly slid out of bed and snuck out of the room. I crept into the kitchen and dug the pancake mix out of the cabinet. Just add water. I wasn't much of a cook, but the boys always loved it. Considering they spent most of their lives without a kitchen, they were easily impressed.

I whisked the mix and poured some into a skillet. I hadn't been myself. I still wasn’t, but something had changed. I wasn't as much of an empty shell. I was trying.

Flip.

A soft cry came from the back room and I smiled. Sweet girl. I walked to the back room to grab her while the pancake settled on the pan. "Good morning." I said leaning over her crib.

She looked up at me with big blue-green eyes. Her bottom lip trembled. "Aw little one." I said, picking her up. "You're wet." I commented, feeling her diaper. I walked her to the changing table and laid her down. Six little snaps held her pajamas in place. I slid her legs and arms out and tickled her belly.

This seemed to make her more upset. She cried a little harder. Poor thing was tired, wet, and hungry. "Aww come on, Nellie. Smile for Mommy."

I peeled her diaper off of her, and wiped along every crevice with the baby wipe. Powder for her pink tush. Snap the diaper back in place.

"What do you want to wear?"

Her eyes were red as she sniffled. I pulled out a pair of black stretchy pants and a green sweater and slid them on her little limbs. Fuzzy socks to match. Her eyes looked even greener with the sweater on. She looked like her dad.

"Hey." Sam said rubbing his eyes. He leaned against the door frame.

"I tried to let you sleep." I sighed picking Nel back up. "I'm sorry."

"It's Fine." He yawned. "I usually wake up early I guess I just needed a little extra sleep."

"I wanted to make you breakfast... shit!" I said, running back into the kitchen. I tried to hold Nel in one arm and move the burning pancake away from the stove. It was smoking but not enough to set off any alarms.

"Ow, fuck!" I shouted, causing Nel to cry. My hand stung from the burn. The handle of the skillet was too close to the fire from the stove. Grabbing it singed my flesh.

"Hey, I've got you." Sam said, taking Eleanor from my hands. He put a pacifier in her mouth, and laid her in the swing. He came back to me and took out burn cream from the cabinet. He lead me to the counter. "Let me see." He said, looking at my palm.

I winced as my hand flattened, palm up.

"It doesn't look too deep." I applied the burn cream, making my fingers twitch from the sting. "You have to be careful, Ava."

"I know." I sighed.

"What were you doing?"

"I was trying to surprise you with breakfast." I met his eyes. "That's the least I can do for all that you've done for me. For us."

Sam wrapped a bandage around my wound and took my hand in his. "You don't owe me anything, Ava."

"I owe you my life. If you weren't here I don't know where I would've ended up." I admitted.

I turned to see Eleanor content, staring at the mobile above her swing. "I mean look at her. You hold her for a second and calm her down. She loves you."

He stroked the skin on my wrist, right above my burn. "I love her too. She is my family, you both are."

Family. The ultimate compliment from a Winchester brother. Dean had said it countless times to me. "We are one weird little family." I met his eyes with a smile.

He smiled back and squeezed my wrist gently. "Yeah." He agreed.

"I'm sorry I burned breakfast."

"I forgive you."

Nel plopped the pacifier out of her mouth and let out a whimper. "Sounds like we are all hungry." I let out a dry laugh.

"Feed her." Sam said, letting go of my wrist. "I'll make the pancakes."

"Okay." I said, still feeling tingles where his hand left my wrist. I picked up my daughter and settled into the rocking chair. I slowly let my breast out and guided her lips to my nipple. They were swollen and sore. She began to suckle and I exhaled in relief. It was still a weird, alien experience, but also beautiful. I loved the connection it gave me to her. It was indescribable.

"You know," I gasped. "You won't be able to do this forever."

Dean held my breast in his hand, he looked up at me, releasing my nipple from his lips. "Who says?"

"Eventually I'll have milk in them." I said, breathlessly. They were already really sensitive, so his lips leaving kisses were making my head spin. "Do you want to have breastmilk in your mouth?”

He raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly, but I don't know if I can stop now that I've started." He left another kiss next to my nipple.

I smiled widely. "Well I guess we will see."

There was something unspoken between us. He didn't think he would have to worry about that. He wouldn't be here. I hoped otherwise.

"You have the most perfect breasts." He lifted it a bit in his hand, feeling the weight. "Every time I think they can't get any better, they do."

I rolled my eyes. "Well I'm glad you're enjoying my pregnancy body."

"I am." He said closing his eyes. He ran his tongue along my nipple causing chills to run along my skin. "I love it."

I glanced up from Eleanor to Sam flipping pancakes in the kitchen, he glanced at me, catching me looking at him. He quickly averted his eyes. He was getting more comfortable with me feeding her around him. We were getting more comfortable around each other. He was my friend. He was my family. He was the brother of my husband. But yet, in everything he gave me peace. His smile was becoming calming, and I couldn't help but relax under his touch. He wasn't Dean, but he held a piece of Dean within him. He was raised by him, after all.

"Hope you're hungry." Sam said sweetly.

I moved Nel to my other breast, to keep their fullness even. She looked tired, and I knew at any moment she would be passed out in a milk coma. I recognized the face as Deans when he had too many beers. Half open green eyes, slack jaw. I smiled and ran my fingers along her puffy cheeks.

"I am, but I think little Nel has a bit to go."

"Here." Sam said, walking to me. He held a plate in his hand. He cut a piece of pancake, dipped it in syrup, and offered the bite to me.

I smiled and opened my mouth, welcoming the sweet taste. Our eyes locked. "Thank you, Sam."

"Anything for you, Ave."

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Chapter Eleven: About Last Night...

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When Riley wakes the morning following the winter formal she's immediately hit with a throbbing headache. Riley lets out a sleepy groan as she sits up and rubs at her temple. Violet meows softly after Riley's stirring wakes her. 

"Any chance I dreamt it all, Vie?" Riley pats the kittens fir. Another tiny meow. "Yeah I didn't think so." Riley sighs. 

The brunette looks over to the window. The blanket Riley had placed over Lucas in the early AM sits neatly folded in the bay window seat. Riley notices a glass of water on her nightstand, courtesy of Lucas she guessed. Riley gulps down the liquid quickly, her dehydration was not satisfied even a little. She sets the now empty glass down and rises from her bed. 

Once Riley is on her feet she's hit with an extra pang of throbbing in her head. It painfully took her by surprise, so much so that she wobbles on her feet. After steadying herself, Riley makes her way out into he hall. She hears the shower running in the bathroom when she passes and notices Auggies room is empty. 

Then Riley hits the stairs, each step making the pain in her head worse. She spots her best friend sitting on the sofa watching television. He's still in his suit pants, his white shirt is half unbuttoned, his hair a mess. 

"You look like crap." Riley jokes. 

Kai turns his head around with a smile, "You're not looking too hot yourself.” His smile turns into a knowing stare. “It’s not like I packed an overnight bag for this spontaneous little sleepover.” 

“You have some spare clothes in my room if you want to change.” Riley sluggishly walks over and joins him on the sofa. 

“Yeah I’ll change in a bit.” Kai turns off the television and gives his full attention to Riley. 

“Was that Noah in the shower?” Riley questions. 

Kai crinkles his nose and nods his head. "He started throwing up not long ago." 

"Ick." Riley scrunches her nose too. 

"How are you?" Kai questions. 

"My head is throbbing but I don't feel like being sick... Yet." Riley grips at her stomach. 

"That's good but I meant how are you after the mind F that was last night?" Kai clarifies. 

"Oh that." Riley curls into the arm of the sofa with a groan. Her voice is muffled as she continues. "I was hoping I got concussed on the way to the dance and imagined everything."

Kai tugs at the hem of Riley's tshirt, she lifts her head with a pouted bottom lip. He extends his arms out and Riley curls into his side with feet tucked up beside her on the sofa.

“If time travel exists in the future I’m super mad at my older self for not warning me about the embarrassment that was yesterday.” Riley whines.

“Everybody knows that altering History is dangerous.” Kai chuckles. “You’re smart enough to not risk the fate of the universe like that.” 

“Damn me and my common sense.” Riley huffs, warranting another soft chuckle from Kai. “Did you see Lucas at all this morning?” Riley asks. “He was gone when I woke up.” 

“He left about half an hour ago.” Kai says.

“Did you guys talk?” Riley questions.

“Yeah I apologised for being a dick last night and then we sat around and exchanged fond memories we have of you.” Kai is very sarcastic.

“Cool the sarcasm would you?” Riley groans. “I could be mad at you, ya know?”

"I apologise for telling Lucas about your panic attacks. I shouldn’t have done that.” Kai is sincere. “But I’m not apologising for anything else I said to Lucas. I think I went easy on him.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Riley sighs. 

“Good.” Kai says. “We can forget wonder boy once and for all.” 

“I don’t want to talk about it, that doesn’t mean I can ignore what happened.” Riley pulls away from their cuddled position to look at Kai. 

“Why not?” Kai questions. “He shouldn’t be allowed to come back into your life after all this time and claim that he still cares about you.” 

“I know. I completely agree with you.” Riley nods. 

“Okay but why does it feel like we’re fighting about it?” Kai laughs nervously. 

“I’m confused.” Riley shrugs. “I tried for so long to be upset with Lucas for not choosing me but I couldn’t. I loved Maya too, so I could see why he chose her and I know first hand that you can’t help who you fall for but to tell me he made a mistake after they broke up.. That’s.. I just.. I’m angry that he’d come to me, his second choice like he expects that I’ve been waiting for him.” 

“Total jerk move.” Kai nods. Riley deflates in her place. “Ri, you’re fairly incapable of anger-” 

“Am not!” Riley whines. 

“Riley.” Kai coaxes his head with a knowing look. “You know I have the anger thing covered enough for the both of us so you can tell me how you really feel about it.” 

“I am upset about being a second choice. I thought so much more of Lucas back in the day... But I think I’m upset mostly because part of me was actually happy to hear Lucas say he wish he chose me.” Riley frowns. “What kind of a terrible person am I for thinking that?”     

“Ri, you’re human.” Kai gives her a sympathetic smile. “This is the first guy you ever liked. You loved him Ri, of course part of you is going to like hearing that he likes you too.” 

“So I’m not a terrible person?” Riley asks softly. 

“The opposite.” Kai holds her stare.

“Is Noah mad at me for bringing up Notre Dame?” Riley wants to change the subject but is still visibly worried about the response. 

“No, oh gosh no.” Kai soothes. “He babbled about it for a while before passing out. When I take him home later I’m sure I’ll get a more coherent explanation out of him.” 

“You’re happy for him right?” Riley asks. 

“Are you kidding?” Kai grins. “He’s some football superstar on an athletics scholarship but also manages to get in on early admission for academics. I’m so proud of him.” 

“Little math whizz he is.” Riley smiles too. “Then you’ll go to college and become some fancy pants historian.” 

“History geek and dramatic freak.” Kai says his ‘slogan’ with hands under his chin in the ‘cupcake’ pose. 

“And Noah is the math whizz in ... the football bizz?” Riley squints one eye. 

“We can work on his slogan later.” Kai chuckles.

“Such a power couple.” Riley praises.  

“Today, do you want us to hang around and keep you company?”

“No I may have been using the empty house as an excuse to get out of the dance but now I do really need some alone time.” Riley says. 

“Are you sure?” Kai asks. 

“Would I lie to you?” Riley exaggerates a toothy grin. 

“Yes.” Kai says bluntly. “Exhibit A, yesterdays spiral.” 

“Fine.” Riley pouts. “But I do need to think through some things on my own. We’re meeting up tomorrow at the bakery for our gift exchange so you can quiz me then.” 

“I’ll prepare the questionnaire tonight then.” Kai jokes. 

Noah rounds the corner of stairwell and both Kai and Riley erupt in laughter. The tall and muscular football player is wrapped in Riley’s pink polka dot robe. 

“Stop!” Noah bashfully turns his body. “My suit smelt gross so I didn’t want to put it back on.” 

“I have some sweats here that you can wear home.” Kai continues to chuckle. With that the boy in glasses disappears to retrieve said clothes. 

“Sorry for encouraging you last night, Sunshine. I don’t know what got over me.” Noah holds Riley’s hand as he sits by her on the sofa.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I can corrupt myself.” Riley jokes. 

“So did anything happen last night with Lucas?” Noah questions. 

“What do you mean?” Riley gives him a quizzical look. 

“Nothing like that.” Noah’s eyes widen. “I mean did you two talk?” 

“Everything is still a little fuzzy.” Riley admits. “But I have the overall image of me being fifty shades of confusing. I don’t know what I wanted from Lucas last night.” 

“Naturally.” Noah’s smile is small. “Part of you is angry that he’s come back after so long but part of you still loves him. It’s not weird that you’d be hot and cold with him.” 

“Still loves?” Riley laughs nervously. “That was so ten chapters ago.”  

“You never really got the chance to be in love with him so I find it hard to believe you ever fell out of love with him.” Noah softens completely. “I’m not saying you should give him a chance or anything like that but I do believe that owning those feelings might help you officially move past this.”

“I think I’m more confused than ever now.” Riley frowns. 

Kai returns in a fresh outfit himself and throws some baggy sweats at his boyfriend to change into. Shortly after, Noah and Kai leave Riley’s apartment. The brunette heads upstairs to shower. Once clean, Riley feels slightly better. Only slightly. Then she sits at the edge of her bed and pulls out her phone. Riley dials Caitlin’s number, it rings a few times before she finally answers.

“Bonjour.” The free spirit answers happily. 

“Hey.” Riley smiles at her friends French greeting. “It’s not too late there is it?” 

“Nah, It’s just after six.” Caitlin says. “What’s up?” 

Riley then goes on to tell Caitlin in great detail all that happened yesterday after they parted ways. 

“Wow Matthews, you got drunk?” Amusement clearly present in Caitlin’s tone. 

“So not the point of the story.” Riley groans. 

“What do you want from me?” Cait asks in a funny accent. “I’m on vacation.” 

“Well sor-ry.” Riley huffs. 

“Look Riley, I know I don’t say it much but I love ya. You have to know that right?” Cait softens a little. “But this seems like Kai territory, I’m not sure what you want me to say.” 

“I need your unbiased opinion on the situation.” Riley sighs. “You know how Kai feels about Lucas. I can talk to him, but I don’t know if I can trust his opinion completely.” 

“Well, what do you want to do Riley?” Caitlin asks. 

“I don’t know!” Riley exclaims. “That’s why I’m asking you.” 

“But what are your options?” Cailtin questions. “Are you trying to decide between giving him a chance or-” 

“No, no, no-” Riley cuts in quickly. “I could never date Lucas.” 

“Then what do you need help with?” Caitlin is confused. 

“How to handle things.” Riley shrugs to herself. 

“So you’ve made up your mind about it already.” Caitlin says simply. “The way I see it is; you can kick him to the curb, sorry wonder boy you missed your chance, or you can grill him for the answers you clearly want and then kick him to the curb.” 

“What if I can’t handle the answers?” Riley continues to freak out. 

“Matthews, you’ve been kicking ass without wonder boy for years now.” Caitlin scoffs. “Answers or not you’re still Riley.” 

“You think I kick ass?” Riley smiles. 

“Hey. After I repeatedly claimed I disliked you, you looked me dead in the eyes, smiled and told me you didn’t care.” Caitlin says. “Total badassary.” 

“And look at us now?” Riley can’t help but smile. Riley’s phone vibrates against her ear. She takes a moment to look at it. 

“It’s a text from Lucas.” Riley panics. “He want’s to talk.” 

“You’re a stress head, Matthews.” Caitlin doesn’t mean it in a snide way, she’s just stating a simple fact. “Try not let this eat away at you. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, you have the rest of winter break to sort through how you feel. Just try and relax, would ya? Lucas made you wait eight stupid months in a triangle he can wait one damn week for you to be ready to talk to him.” 

“You’re right.” Riley nods. 

“Always.” Caitlin chuckles. 

Soon after, their call ends. Riley sits quietly with her thoughts for a while. Her eyes wander over to the backpack by her desk. Riley nervously bites at her thumbnail as she continues to stare at it. Riley stands up and takes a step towards it but shakes her head and sits back down. She does this two more times before finally marching over to her desk and opening her pack. Riley pulls out the handful of brochures Noah gave her the previous day. Riley lines them all up beside each other. 

“I kick ass.” Riley says aloud and with that empowering affirmation she picks up the first brochure. 

End Notes: Firstly I want to apologise for short chapter. Secondly I want to apologise for not including Lucas in this chapter like I said I was going to. 

NEXT CHAPTER, we will certainly have some q’s answered from Lucas. Maybe y'all can let me know what you want answered and if it fits with my plan I might include it! Also there will be Riley’s Wizard of Oz audition oooooo. 

ALSO. I know the college apps are late especially for ivy league but most places still accept applications until Jan don’t they? If not lets just pretend okay because storyline wise it’s fitting that it happens now!!! 

Until next time!!!!!!!!!!!! x