#i’m so so nervous that places are gonna be like “wow you just want volunteer hours for school 😐😒“ NOOOO!!!!

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getting into doing volunteer work but IDK WHERE TO VOLUNTEER AND IT IS STRESSING ME OUT 😭 i really wanna do environmental services (like clean up or planting) or help people in need but there are so many places to choose from and idk how to make the right choice 😭 STRESSING!!!

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Chapter 7 - 50-50 Grind

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Pairing:Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: We get into the mind of Choso and find that his cool, calm demeanor may be nothing more than an illusion when it comes to reader.

Warning: Smut, Oral Sex (reader receiving), Oral Sex (reader giving), Choso being super sweet, Choso being super nasty, Cumshot, Oral Cumshot, Cum Swallowing, Very Slight Cumplay (Choso), Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob

Suguru Art: YuOekk

Choso Art: @DmD_0_03

A/N: Chileeee THE WRITER'S BLOCK THE WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! I hope everyone had an amazing (and safe) new year! In 2023, I'm going to try not to lie so much about when I'll be updating so instead, I just won't say anything! DLFKJSDKF

Enjoy the new year and this new chapter!

The sounds of cash registers beeping and patrons conversing amongst themselves fills the air. It’s busy this afternoon in the supermarket. It’s a good thing. Choso enjoys company, enjoys the normalcy of simply shopping for groceries. He doesn’t get the opportunity to do it much during competition season and he doesn’t particularly mind the hustle and bustle. Even though he draws attention to himself with his face tattoos and tired eyes, he finds comfort in being around people.

Choso glances down at his phone, the way too long shopping list nearly making his eyes cross as he reads through. You’re coming over for dinner with Choso and his brothers tomorrow night and apparently everything on this list is absolutely essential (according to Yuji). He grabs a few carrots as listed from the vegetable display, tucking them away into a bag before placing them in the basket hanging from his arm. He moves on to look at the herbs noted on his phone. He’s not exactly sure what all of these ingredients will become. He’s not the one cooking dinner– Yuji is. 

He’d volunteered out of sheer excitement. 

“Choso’s bringing someone home?! That never happens,” Yuji teases. He’s stretched out on the floor in the living room as he reads through a manga.

“Will you ever just call me big brother?” Choso sulks on the couch. “It hurts my feelings when you just call me by my name.”

Yuji ignores him. “What’s she like?!”

“Really sweet. Pretty too. Like, really pretty. She photographs for a skate magazine. That’s how we met.”

“Wow! She seems so cool.”

“She is.”

“I’m so excited! Oh! I’m gonna cook! I’ve been wanting to try this new recipe out.”

Choso smiles, thinking about you. He thinks you’re beautiful, smart, funny and talented. Your photos surprise him whenever you let him get a peek. How can you make a simple trick he’s seen done hundreds of times look different and better every time? You’re passionate. He likes that about you. A lot.

The only thing about you that Choso dislikes is the dead weight attached to you named Suguru Geto. He tries really hard not to let it bother him, but he doesn’t get it. At first, he didn’t mind so much. When you’d told him about your little “situationship” with Suguru, that didn’t matter to him. He’s never been the jealous type anyway. But the more Choso got to know you, the more Suguru’s presence in your life began to irk him. 

How was he to know he’d end up feeling this way? He had no idea of knowing how serious he’d become about you. Or how quickly he’d become serious about you. He figured you’d come to your senses sooner or later, see who the better choice was. But Suguru was still sticking around like an annoying rash you couldn’t get rid of. 

But he won’t get into that with Yuji right now.

“She’s great. I’m excited for you all to meet her. Hopefully everyone is on their best behavior,” Choso murmurs, face serious.

The slight warning in Choso’s tone makes Yuji sit up. “Hey! Eso’s the asshole. Worry about him. Me and Kechizu will be sooooo nice.”

Choso nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Okay, good. I’m really nervous so that’s good to hear.”

Choso was glad Yuji volunteered to cook since he loves doing it so much. Otherwise, he’d be ordering takeout. Kechizu talks too much and spits when he speaks, so he was banned from cooking a long time ago. Eso sweats so much, Choso fears he’s eaten the strange smelly goop that forms on his back at some point in time. He was banned, too. Choso can’t cook to save his life, so he sticks to making money, ordering food and keeping a roof over everyone’s head. It’s only when Yuji came to live with them, that the brothers had experienced a real home cooked meal.

It was delicious. And while Choso doesn’t insist Yuji makes dinner often, Yuji enjoys doing so. Choso appreciates that his baby brother uses his cooking skills as a way to bring the family together when time permits.

He sighs as his eyes scan over the items in the shopping basket. He’s almost finished, which is a relief to him. He wants to get back home to clean up for tomorrow. He hopes the dinner goes well, that you like his brothers and that his brothers like you.

After grabbing the last ingredient on the list, Choso waits in the checkout line to pay. He wonders what you’re doing. You’ve been busy since the last time he saw you. Today, you had plans so he would actually have to wait until tomorrow to see you. 

Didn’t mean he couldn’t call you, though.

He pulls his phone from his pants, dials your number and lets it ring. You answer on the fourth.

“Hey,” you answer sweetly. He can hear the familiar sound of wheels skidding and slamming against the pavement. You must be out shooting.

“Hey, babe. I was just calling to talk for a minute. I’m at the store right now getting stuff for tomorrow. Wanted to see what you’re up to.”

There’s some rustling on your end and then it’s quiet for a bit. Choso waits patiently. You’re probably trying to get away from the ruckus.

“Sorry, it was a little loud,” you tell him. “I just finished up a shoot at one of the parks. Packing up and then I’m going to grab lunch with Suguru.”

Choso ignores the tightness in his chest from hearing his name. “Oh. Sounds fun.”

“Yeah, but I’m so tired. I’ve been out all morning so I won’t be out too long. I’ll probably go straight home after.”

“With him?” Choso blurts out before he can stop himself. He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose because he probably sounds so fucking pathetic now. Worrying about you going home with a man you were seeing long before you’d met him; a man who you were open and honest about still having feelings for, still seeing. A man Choso said it was okay for you to continue seeing while you got to know each other. 

Even so, he can’t help the nagging feeling of jealousy.

“No? Just me…” You’re quiet for a moment before you ask, “Are you okay?” He can hear you zipping your bags. You’ll be leaving the park soon...with Suguru. He doesn’t want to ruin your time out with friends and…him. Well, he does want to ruin your time out with friends and him, but Choso likes to think he’s a little more mature than that. So he does what any mature jealous person does – He lies.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

The cashier waves Choso forward and he sets his basket on to the checkout belt.

“You just never really ask about Suguru…I was just wondering if you’re alright.”

Choso hardly asks about Suguru because he doesn’t want to hear about Suguru. Although at some point in time he told you he was willing to wait for you to come to your senses, he sometimes wonders if you ever will.

Choso enjoys going with the flow. He’s chill, avoids drama the best he can. He’s laid back. But that doesn’t make him an idiot. He knows your history with Suguru. And he gets it…sort of. A year is a long time to have your feelings toyed with. To be dragged along for the ride, constantly pulled close only to be pushed away. 

From what Choso knows, it was less about building a relationship with you and all about the sex for Suguru. But for you…you wanted so much more from him and he didn’t want to give that to you. At least, not until Choso entered the picture. It seemed suddenly the asshole had finally opened his eyes and realized how good you were. That, or he was trying to keep you from realizing you deserved better than him. Choso would bet on the latter.

Because how could Suguru have not seen it in the first place? How could he have not chosen to give you more when you’d asked the first time?

Choso thinks Suguru’s a fucking idiot, an actual monkey.

Actually, Choso’s pretty sure a monkey is smarter than Suguru at this point. Of course, he doesn’t voice this to you. You’ve got history with Suguru, no matter how shitty. He’s still the new guy in your life and he likes you a lot. He doesn’t want to ruin anything.

But fuck, he wishes you’d open your eyes to how much of a piece of shit Suguru is.

It’s easy enough for Choso to give Suguru zero energy when they’re in the same area together. It’s not like they had much communication with each other before, if any. Now it seemed Choso couldn’t escape him.

“Choso?”

“Sir?”

The cashier’s voice and yours pull him back to the present at the same time. The cashier points to the screen, the total waiting to be paid.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly to both you and the cashier. “Um, I have to go, baby. Text me later?”

“Sure. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Cool, uh…have fun.”

He ends the call, pocketing his phone and taking his wallet out so he can pay and get out of the way. He takes his receipt from the cashier before grabbing the bag of groceries and exiting the store.

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The next evening finds Choso frantically setting up the table for dinner. You’d be here at any moment and he wants the place to look perfect. Unfortunately, Eso and Kechizu got called into work so it would only be you, Choso and Yuji for dinner. Probably for the best. He loves his brothers, but they can be a bit much all at once. Better not to get Eso worked up anyway. The entire house would smell.

Choso’s got a bouquet of roses in a new vase in the center of the table. Yuji’s idea. He’s not sure when or how his little brother became such a romantic, but he’s grateful for any tips.

Choso doesn’t date much, doesn’t have time for it. It’s not that he’s not interested in finding someone, but his lifestyle keeps him so busy, it’s hard to find someone understanding enough to tolerate it. And then he met you. You work in his field (sort of) and you’re just as busy if not more. You understand that travel is a part of his job and there will be times when he’s unavailable. You’re patient when he’s unavailable for long periods of time. You’re what he wants in a partner in all honesty.

Yuji brings the food over and begins plating the two plates sitting next to each other. He’s so fancy in his little apron; like a real chef. Choso wonders if he gets his love and talent for cooking from his side of the family. Probably, since Choso and all of his brothers can’t cook.

The doorbell rings indicating your arrival.

“Oh, she’s here!” He exclaims, rushing back to the kitchen to put the pans away as Choso heads to the door. He swings the door open, unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across his face when he sees you. 

Damn, he missed you. 

You’re standing there, all smiles too, in a cute little dress that hugs you in all the right places. You look incredible. It gets the usual reaction from Choso that he has to go above and beyond to hide any time he’s around you – a subtle, persistent throbbing between his legs. It takes a lot for him not to blatantly stare.

Instead, he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Hey babe,” he greets you, lacing his fingers through yours and pulling you inside.

“Hey,” you say back, gifting Choso with a shy smile.

“You look great.”

“Thank you.”

Choso’s lips are on yours as soon as the door shuts, arms looping around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him forward to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth to him and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past your teeth and press the soft muscle against yours. You both stand in the entryway, lips slotting against each other, Choso’s hands gliding up and down your back as he holds you close. When you moan softly into his mouth, that throbbing between his legs grows and he reluctantly breaks the kiss.

You peer up at him through your lashes, so fucking pretty it only makes the throbbing grow almost painful. So he turns away from you if only to calm himself down. It’s always like this with you. It feels like someone is playing a cruel and twisted joke on him, because he told you he had no issue waiting for sex. And he doesn’t. But fuck, you always look so good, smell so sweet. It’s hard for him to not want to break his little rule.

Choso takes a deep breath before his hand finds yours again, leading you into the apartment.

“It smells great in here,” you comment. “I’m so excited to meet your brothers.”

“Just brother. Eso and Kechizu had to work unfortunately, but Yuji is here,” Choso explains. “He actually cooked tonight.”

“Really?! Can’t wait to try it!”

When you get to the dining area, Choso pulls your seat out for you so you can sit down. It’s only as Yuji emerges from the kitchen that Choso notices the third placemat and dining set is now missing. Yuji beams when he sees you, coming to sit in the seat across from you.

“Hi! I’m Yuji.”

You introduce yourself to Yuji as well, smiling when Yuji proceeds to tell you how much Choso talks about you and how happy he looks lately. He showers you with compliments on your looks and Choso wonders where the hell all this charm came from. Certainly not from Choso’s side of the family. 

“Thank you, Yuji. You’re so sweet. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. Your brother talks about you all the time.”

Yuji rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. “He’s just a little obsessed.”

You laugh, because you’d agree. Choso loves his brothers more than anything in this world. It’s obvious. But it’s adorable. Something you really like about him.

“He just really cares about you. That’s all.”

“You’re not eating with us?” Choso asks suddenly, probably sounding a lot more disappointed about it than he intended.

Yuji smiles sadly. “Sorry, big bro. Nobara and Fushiguro invited me out while I was cooking. I didn’t want to say anything before but…” he looks between you and Choso. “If I had to choose between third wheeling with my friends or you two, I’m gonna choose them.”

Choso doesn’t miss how Yuji just so happens to use the nickname he’s always begging his little brother to call him. It’s his weak spot and Yuji knows it, knows he’ll get away with anything as long as he calls Choso his big bro. 

Choso nods. “Have fun. Don’t stay out too late or I’ll send Eso to get you.”

Yuji scowls, muttering about how embarrassing Eso is before he stands. His expression shifts into a grin and he claps his hands together. “I really put my all into this dinner so I hope you both enjoy! Eat it while it’s hot! It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too, Yuji. Have fun with your friends.”

The front door closes shortly after. Choso sighs, taking your hand in his.

“I’m sorry,” he frowns. “I said you’d meet my brothers and all plans fell through.”

You reach a hand forward and cup Choso’s face, your thumb gently caressing over the tattooed line on that side. “Choso, it’s okay. As long as I get to spend time with you, I don’t mind.”

Choso beams, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. “You’re too good to me.”

You shake your head. “You’re too good to me.”

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Dinner goes well. The food is spectacular. Choso can’t wait to tell Yuji how much you enjoyed the food. You and Choso in deep discussion while washing dishes together about the third Cheetah Girls movie and why it’s your least favorite, save for a few songs. It’s oddly domestic. He has many opinions on the breakup of the group, but promises to save that discussion for later. 

Choso talks about his competitions, you congratulating him on how well he’s been doing. It makes his cheeks burn red with embarrassment and happiness all at the same time. He offers to show you his trophies once you’re finished cleaning up and you happily accept the invitation. 

After drying the last dish, Choso leads you to his bedroom to show you some of his favorite competition wins. They line the built-in wall shelves. Choso grabs the trophy he’d won at the televised event where he’d essentially confessed to you on live tv from the shelf. 

You take a seat on the edge of Choso’s bed, as he wanders over with it. He watches as you bring your arms above your head, stretching your back and Choso has to turn his gaze away from you briefly. You make the most mundane actions look so enticing and it drives him crazy how much he wants you. He wants more than just kisses, more than just holding hands.

Choso clears his throat before he turns his gaze back to you and holds the trophy up. “I think this one’s my favorite,” he tells you. “For obvious reasons.”

You smile bashfully. “I think that’s my favorite, too.”

He places the trophy back in its spot before he crosses the room again and sits next to you on his bed, leaning back to prop himself up on his elbows. You place your hand on Choso’s thigh, patting lightly and his bodily response is immediate, the earlier throbbing now making its presence known again. Choso sits up quickly, clearing his throat.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod, closing the distance with an “of course” before your lips are on his. The hand on his thigh runs gently along the length of his quad, making his breaths come a little more rapidly with each kiss. Choso’s large hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. It’s hungry, all tongue and soft sighs into each other's mouths as your lips caress.

When you finally pull away, Choso finds himself chasing your lips with a quiet whimper. 

“Thank you so much for dinner, Choso. Everything was great and I had a really good time,” you tell him.

Choso leans forward, presses his forehead to yours. “You sound like you’re about to head out.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” you whisper and there’s a hint of sadness in your voice.

“Baby,” he mutters softly. “You could never.” He ghosts his lips over yours, placing soft pecks to the corners of your mouth. “Stay as long as you want. I like having you here.”

“Choso…” you breathe against him, the hand on his thigh squeezing gently. “If I stay…” 

He trails kisses along your jaw, featherlight, so soft you can barely feel it. And yet, your chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath. “If you stay?”

You sigh, pulling back. You’re no doubt trying to change the subject with some excuse to run out of here. “I’m just really tired. Prepping for this shoot has been draining the shit out of me. Tonight has been amazing. I just don’t want to bring the mood down with how stressed I am.”

Choso hums, nodding, eyes now fixed on the spot where your hand rests. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

The pause is long as he awaits your answer, the heat of your hand radiating through the fabric of Choso’s pants and making the throbbing between his legs even worse, if possible. You watch Choso closely, eyes following where his dark orbs are focused on.

“I don’t know…” you mutter softly, fingers lightly squeezing Choso’s thigh. He bites back the low groan threatening to escape. His gaze drifts up to your glossed lips. 

“Well, how do you usually relieve stress?” Choso asks, the heat quickly pooling in his center as your hand coasts along his thigh.

You give him a knowing look, biting down on your bottom lip. He understands.

“I have an idea,” He responds quietly, shifting on the bed.

“What’s your idea?”

He wants to kiss you again, feel your mouth against his. He always wants to kiss you. Ever since he met you, it’s been all he’s done. Of course Choso wants to do more with you. He fantasizes about it. But he told you he’d wait for you to make a choice first. He didn’t want to make you feel like he only wanted sex from you, the way he made you feel.

But, while sex isn’t the only thing he wants, he does want it. When he sees the tip of your pink tongue dart out to swipe across your bottom lip, he can only hope you’re both thinking the same thing.

“I want you,” he blurts out, unable to hold back his honesty.

“Choso…” you sigh his name and it only makes him want you more. “ I want you, too.”

“I know I said there’s no rush for sex, but it doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

You bite your lip again, eyes searching Choso’s. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, but for purely selfish reasons if I’m being honest.”

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

“Making you feel good will make me feel good,” he explains.

You nod, giving Choso the green light. “Okay.” 

He scoots back to lay on his bed, pulling you along with him. “Come here, baby,” he coaxes as he lays down on his back. His hands find your hips, positioning you so that you’re straddling his chest.

“Closer,” Choso says, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips.

“Okay,” you murmur, scooting forward until your plush thighs are on either side of his head. His hands slide down your hips, to the hem of your dress that’s already ridden up enough that Choso can catch a peek of your panties.

“Can I?” He asks, pinching the hem of the fabric between his fingers.

“Yes, Choso,” you pant in anticipation.

He peels your dress up, getting a full view of your core. Your panties hug your pussy so nicely, a small wet spot from your arousal forming right in the center. Choso wants nothing more than to bury his face between your legs, have you crying out his name over and over, give you everything you want and more. But instead he turns his head to the side and presses a tender kiss to the inside of one of your thighs, then turns his head to do the same to the other. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes Choso pause.

“Is this okay?”

You nod, your hand coming down to comb your fingers through his hair. It makes him shiver, makes his cock stiffen further. “It’s fine. I’m fine, Choso. Make me feel good.”

Fuck, the reassurance only makes him harder, lets him know he doesn’t need to hold back anymore. But he still nods, wraps his arms around your lush thighs, squeezing softly. 

He kisses your thighs again, trailing soft touches all the way up to your center, leaving a soft peck directly to that dark little wet spot. He chuckles when you roll your hips forward at the contact, then he trails soft kisses back down your other thigh. 

“You’re so pretty like this, baby,” he kisses your center again. “All for me,” he mutters against your undergarments.

Choso pulls back, eyes locked to that sweet spot spreading along the fabric of your panties when he whispers a soft, “Let me take care of you,” and then he’s pulling you down by your thighs, meeting you halfway to latch his hot mouth directly onto your clothed pussy. 

A mixture of your moans and Choso’s fill the room, the vibrations shooting straight to your clit. You gasp, rolling your hips forward to grind yourself against Choso’s face, a soft moan rushing past your lips. He lets you ride his tongue, his saliva soaking through the fabric. You taste incredible and he hasn’t even truly experienced you yet. 

“Oh my god,” you whine before Choso halts your movements with his hands. He runs his tongue over your panties, long and slow, his hips bucking into the air when the fingers in his hair tighten into a fist, your other hand finding purchase on his headboard. He presses his nose into the center of your panties and inhales deeply, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your sweet aroma fills his senses.

“Fuck, I bet this pussy tastes so good without this in the way.”

You whimper above Choso as he hooks a finger into your panties and pulls them to the side, groaning softly when he finally gets a good look at your cunt, glistening with the mixture of your slick and his saliva. It’s prettier than he could’ve ever imagined. He wants a taste.

His free hand squeezes your thigh lightly just as Choso pushes his tongue between your folds and runs a hot, languid lick up your core. He feels your body shudder above him, his own body following when he finally gets a full taste of you. He gives your clit a small lick before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly, unable to keep his hips from thrusting up again when you gasp above him. He moans, the vibration leaving you panting.

“Shit! So good, Choso, that’s so good.”

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, voice muffled as he buries his face in your cunt again, licking and sucking your clit until you’re grinding your own hips down on him.

“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop.”

He groans, hands squeezing your thighs to spread them further open for him. His tongue grazes your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud over and over until you’re a whimpering mess above him. You taste better than he could’ve ever imagined – saccharinely sweet. He pulls you forward, your hips bucking when his tongue slips into your entrance. He can feel your walls clench in response, groaning when your knees tighten on each side of his head. 

The grip in his hair loosens, your other arm shooting up to grab hold of the headboard with both hands to keep from falling over. Choso thrusts his tongue into your hole, moaning when he feels you moving your hips on your own, fucking yourself on his mouth. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cry out.

Choso pulls out of your hole, moving his mouth to wrap his soft lips around your clit again, sucking hard. 

"Oh, Choso," you mewl, the new sensation making your grip on the headboard loosen, falling forward onto your hands. The new position gives Choso much better access, his hands letting go of your thighs to cup your ass. With one hand, he spreads one of your cheeks. With the other, he easily slips two fingers into your sopping hole.

“Fuuuuuck,” Choso moans into your cunt when he feels your tight pussy clench down on his fingers. He loves making you feel good, having you moaning and whining but, goddamn, he’s so hard, he’s thrusting into the air, trying and failing to find any sort of friction. It’s torturous. He can feel his erection, painful and sticky in his pants. He’ll definitely have to take care of himself after you’re gone.

Choso curls his fingers, smirking when he feels your thighs immediately begin to quiver around his head.

“You close?” He asks before pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit just as he curls his digits inside you again. 

You don’t even get a chance to answer him, your hands tugging his sheets as they ball into fists. The only sounds that can be heard are your hushed moans that grow gradually louder as you grind your hips down against Choso’s face along with the lewd slurping of Choso’s mouth as he laps up your release. You’re coming undone, walls clenching around his fingers, as your body spasms with your orgasm.

And Choso waits, pumping his fingers into you and gently licking through your folds until he finally feels you relax above him. He pulls his digits out of you, placing a soft kiss to your swollen cunt before he pulls your panties back into place and helps you scoot down his torso until you’re seated on his groin. 

You’re watching him close, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, pupils blown with desire. Choso brings his fingers up to his face, spreading and closing them like a pair of scissors, watching the sticky strings of your slick spread between them. His eyes stay locked with yours as he opens his mouth and slides his fingers in, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean. He lets them go with a loud pop.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he groans, his hips coming up to grind against your ass.

Your head cocks to the side when you feel his hardness against you. “Looks like you need someone to make you feel good, too.” You suggest, leaning forward to place sweet kisses down Choso’s cheek, his neck and chest. You kiss all the way down his abs and the fire in Choso’s belly grows as you get closer to your destination. 

He watches as you slip your hands into the waistband of his pants and pull them off. He moans when you lean forward and press those pretty fucking lips to his throbbing, clothed cock and it’s involuntary, the way his hips come up on reflex. 

He groans quietly, watching your lips curl up in a small smirk. You already know the effect you have on him without doing much at all. Minx.

Your eyes lock with Choso’s, hands finding the waistband of his boxers right before you press another hot and tender kiss to his core, Choso’s back arching at the contact.

“Fuck.” 

Keep doing that and he’s going to cum in his pants. At this moment he wouldn’t mind. It would be a welcome relief. He’d just have to hope you’d understand if it came to that. You’re just so sexy; a seductress when you want to be. How could he not blow his load when he’s got the perfect view of you right now settled between his legs? Face down, ass up in the air, back arched so he can see those beautiful round cheeks of yours. He kind of regrets opting for not going all the way tonight because he’d love to feel that little pussy contract around his dick like it just did on his tongue not that long ago.

The thought makes his cock jump within the confines of his underwear.

Gaze still glued to Choso’s, you tug lightly at the waistband of his boxers before your soft voice asks, “Can I?”

He doesn’t think about it for a second.

“Do whatever you want,” he tilts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers off for him. “It’s yours, baby.”

His cock springs free with a loud smack against his lower belly. It’s long, thick, with a large vein running right up the underside until it reaches the angry red tip. The entire length is sticky, precum slathered over it. You settle yourself between his legs again as you take in the sight of him exposed to you.

“I want to make you feel good, too.”

You take his length into your mouth before he can argue, your lips closing around the head. “Ah– shit,” Choso grunts, bringing a hand up to the back of your head. From here, Choso thinks he has the perfect view of you. It turns him on beyond measure and he jerks his hips forward, shoving his cock further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. “Sorry, fuck. I’m sorry.” He moans, pulling out of your mouth.

You shake your head, waving off his concern. “It’s okay, Choso. I like it.”

You’re back on his dick, humming when Choso fills the cavern of your mouth, the vibrations making him shiver. His hand finds the back of your head again, Choso rolling his hips up so he can shove his cock down your throat again, over and over. And you take it so good, relaxing your throat for him so it’s easy. 

“Your mouth feels amazing,” Choso grunts, pumping into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your chin makes his eyes roll back, a pleasure shooting straight up his spine.

It feels so fucking good. Too fucking good.

Yeah, he’s not going to last very long here.

You release his dick, running your tongue along that vein on the underside of his cock, pulling a string of curses from Choso. You lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit of his cock with your tongue, lapping up the bead of precum that sits there. 

"Fuck!"

You kiss down the length of his dick, bringing your attention to his balls, running your tongue right between the two orbs before bringing one into your mouth and sucking. Your hand wraps around Choso’s length, stroking him up and down.

A liquid heat pools in Choso’s core, the threat of his orgasm quickly approaching. He doesn’t want to cum yet. He’s been wanting this for a long time, to be intimate in more ways than just kissing and cuddling. It feels way too good. He wants to savor this. But damn, if you keep going like this–

You wrap your lips around Choso’s cock, taking his entire length in your mouth in one motion. The sudden tight warmth makes Choso’s back arch, has his hands flying to the back of your head to hold you in place.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t move, baby,” he pants, holding your face to his groin so he can fuck your throat. And then you open your throat for him, relaxing for just a moment before you constrict around his cock and the sensation that shoots through Choso’s dick makes him pull you back. You let go with an obnoxious pop as Choso grabs the base of his dick.

He can’t stave it off, not when he sees your swollen lips, your tear stained cheeks, the line of drool dangling from your chin.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t. I’m–I’m gonna cum,” he warns.

You lean forward, opening your mouth, tongue hanging out in invitation. “Give it to me, Choso. I want your cum, baby. Gimme all of it.”

God, you’re so fucking sexy.

He feels his balls tighten, feels the rush in the palm of his hand as he pumps his cock, his free  hand coming to hold the back of your head in position before thick, hot spurts of his cum shoot from the tip and paint your tongue white with his seed.

“Oh god,” he groans through gritted teeth. He keeps pumping, watching as you quickly put your tongue back in your mouth and swallow before you stick it back out for him. It’s so much cum and you take it all, swallowing without him even asking you to. Even wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking so you don’t waste a drop. 

“You’re so good to me,” Choso whispers when he’s finally emptied his load on your tongue.  Breaths coming rapidly, he watches you climb along the length of his body until you’re face to face. He can smell his release on your breath, and then he’s tasting it when you press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, moaning when he tastes the mixture of his release and yours on his tongue.

“Thank you,” you say after breaking the kiss. “I feel a lot better now.”

Choso chuckles, running his hands along your spine. “Good. Me, too.”

----------

You’re both sitting in the bath Choso has run for you, Choso positioned behind you as he gently lathers your shoulders. You’ll be heading home after this, but Choso wanted to treat you to more relaxation before you left. He also wanted an excuse to spend more time with you because the next time he’d see you would likely be the photoshoot. And as exciting as that was, he had a nagging feeling things would be tense.

“In all seriousness, how are you feeling now?” Choso asks, gently splashing water over your shoulders to rinse the soap off. Your hands swirl the bubbles around in the bath.

“Better. Still a little stressed, but that’s to be expected with everything that goes into prepping for these shoots. Then there’s you and Suguru…”

You cut yourself off.

“What about us?”

“I’m just worried how it’ll go with you both there.”

Choso nods in understanding. He quietly mulls over his thoughts. 

“You and Suguru haven’t really been around each other for long periods of time before. These shoots take hours and I just don’t want things to be weird between you two.”

“Did you have this talk with Suguru, too?” He questions, curiously. He should really be the one you're worried.

You nod, leaning back against Choso’s chest. “Of course. He’s the one I’m most worried about causing a scene…That was why we went to lunch together the other day –  to talk about this. He’s really not good with his emotions, but he promised to behave. Said he’s working on accepting that he’s not my only priority anymore.”

Choso chuckles, placing a light kiss to the back of your neck. “Oh? Who else has your attention? Should I be jealous?”

You laugh lightly. “Please. You don’t strike me as the jealous type.”

‘You don’t know me very well, then,’ Choso thinks.

The fact that Suguru gets even a crumb of your undeserved attention drives Choso insane. You’re a toy to him, something for him to keep in his back pocket when he’s bored and needs something to preoccupy his time. He’s not sure how you don’t see it. You’ve mistaken familiarity and comfort with love. It makes sense after suffering through Suguru’s antics for so long. 

All this time, Choso’s been passive, playing the long game while Suguru makes an ass of himself time and time again, hoping you’ll see him for the piece of shit he is. But nothing changes. Choso watches and waits, just going with the flow until you finally come to your senses and make the right choice – him. But nothing changes.

Choso leans down, burying his nose in your hair before he places a sweet kiss to your temple.

He won’t sit back anymore.

In this moment of relaxation before everything goes to shit, Choso wraps his arms around you and he decides it’s time to fight.

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[aeoki]

Machina - Test World: Chapter 2

Location: ES Information Room Characters: Mika, Sora & Makoto

Sora: Sora has come to play, Yuuki-sensei~!

Makoto: Sora-kun? I thought you were gonna play outside today.

Sora: HaHa~ Sora was playing with a flying kite at first.

But Sora then coincidentally met Mika-chan-san, so there’s been a change of plans~♪

Makoto: “Mika-chan-san”...? Are you referring to Kagehira-kun?

Mika: Ngh, umm…

Makoto: Ahaha. So you were hiding behind the door, huh. There’s no need to be shy – you can just come right on in.

Sora: Mika-chan-san, are you feeling shy? It’s okay, Yuuki-sensei is super nice~♪

Mika: Ngh, it’s not that. I’ve met Mako-kun before.

I’m not shy… Well, that’s not completely untrue.

But I’m just nervous wonderin’ if it’s okay for me to step inside a room with such tight security.

The information room always seemed like a place where there’s delicate equipment and sensitive information, so I’m worried I might accidentally break somethin’.

Makoto: I guess this area does have a lot of messy cables.

It’s fine even if you accidentally step on them strongly. Don’t worry and come sit over here.

Mika: Thanks. Then I guess I’ll sit right next to ya.

So are you involved in this “Test World” thing too, Mako-kun? You’re good at playin’ video games so is that why?

Makoto: Yup, that’s more or less the reason.

Thanks to me being a member of the Game Research Club, “Switch” asked me if I’d do a part-time job test playing their games.

The “Test World” is a fresh and disorderly game so they want a lot of gamers to play and expand the community.

Sora: Yes! If all the gamers are like Yuuki-sensei, then we’ll have no issues leaving them to test the game!

Sora was really into the “Test World” with Yuuki-sensei over the winter holidays~♪

Makoto: He was more like a volunteer, though. I never had a bored moment in my life thanks to him.

Anyway, the sun will set if we keep chatting.

Let’s put on those VR goggles and enter the “Test World”.

Sora: Oh, right! Let’s log in right away!

Mika-chan-san, you can use this spare pair of goggles ♪

Mika: Oh, okay. Thanks.

I’ve just gotta put them on, right? Hmm…

Mika: !?

Ngh, what’s this!? Isn’t this Season Avenue!?

Mika: *Pant, pant…* That was VR, right?

Sora: Yes… Was there something wrong with the goggles?

Mika: No… I was just surprised ‘cause everythin’ looked so real. It was also someplace I’m familiar with compared to the last time I tried “SSVRS”.

Sora: HiHi~ Sora is glad it was something good for you ♪

There are changes made to “SSVRS” day in and day out, so the 3D models are more accurate compared to before~

To be precise, the way you see things through the goggles has been revised without increasing the polygons, so it isn’t a huge burden on the servers and it feels more comfortable~

Makoto: It’s pretty technologically advanced. I was really surprised when I saw “SSVR” for the first time.

I had a lot of fun thanks to that… It’d be nice if someone who doesn’t usually play games found it fun too.

Kagehira-kun. I’ll meet you in Season Avenue right away in “SSVRS”, so can you put on the goggles and wait for me?

Mika: Okay. Sorry for makin’ such a fuss. I’ll go back.

[ Location: Season Avenue (SSVRS) ]

Mika: Alright. Is this okay?

Sora: HuHu~♪ That’s perfect, Mika-chan-san!

Let’s start by walking around the VR world. This town that’s modelled after Season Avenue has a lot of different shops~♪

Mika: Ohh… The stores in the area look exactly like the ones in real life, but they sell different things.

Stylish clothes and accessories – there are furniture too. Ah, I see a “mascot character”!

Wow. Everythin’ here is made for VR.

Sora-kun, what’s this “VL$” that’s written over here? Is it somethin’ different from the “L$” that we use…?

Sora: Ah, good question! That’s “VL$ (Virtual Lidollar)” – It’s a virtual currency that replaces real-life money.

Mika: Virtual currency?

Sora: Yes. It’s digital money that’s connected to the real world~

Mika: Digital… money?

I don’t understand what that is. How’s that different from normal money?

Makoto: Real-life money is issued by the country and is only valid based on the country’s trust. The version that’s issued in games or VR is called “virtual currency”.

…Oh, sorry for barging in on the conversation. You guys were on an interesting topic, so I ended up joining in without saying hi.

Virtual currency is tricky but, put simply, it’s like a system that allows you to exchange game money for real-life money.

Its value isn’t very stable and it can be disadvantageous as it can come crashing down like stock prices, so we have to be careful about it in “SSVRS”. It’s also only allowed to be used within the “Test World”.

…Right, Harukawa-kun?

Sora: Nice explanation, Yuuki-sensei~!

It basically means the products that are sold at the stores are only turned into “VL$” in this “Test World” and you can use them in real life too.

Feedback from the test players has been pretty positive thanks to that~ They’re making a lot of digital art.

And if you place what you made in a 3D printer, you can see it in real life! You can have fun and try lots of things out, Mika-chan-san~♪

Mika: I see – so I can make it digitally and also see it in real life… I think I can keep my promise to Oshi-san this way ♪

Alrighty, I’m startin’ to get inspired! I’ll try makin’ somethin’ in this “Test World”!

If it sells, I can exchange it for real-life money and that’ll add to “Valkyrie’s” budget. Oshi-san should be happy with that ♪

It’s like hittin’ two birds with one stone. Thanks for tellin’ me ‘bout this, Sora-kun, Mako-kun ♪

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[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Capes and Combat Boots

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Warnings:fluff, catcalling, violence, cuddles

Summary: The two super soldiers truly are your heroes

AN: hey guys, sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve just been feeling writers block, mixed with all the work I’ve got, I haven’t felt the motivation to write. I will try to write as much as I can, but it probably won’t be as much as my previous schedule was. I hope you guys understand xxx -Author

You were a klutz. Plain and simple, you accepted, even embraced, it. You had always wanted to be an agent, but when you try to do anything with hand eye coordination, you fail. That’s when you found out about your secret skill. Coding, well coding or hacking, depending on the way you looked at it.

Shield had come to you, requesting for you to join and help them. You agreed, and started working the next week. Fury didn’t realize how clumsy you were and required you to start training so you could be a field agent hacker.

You were failing miserably. Fury was really insistent that you get better, he claimed you were even better at computers than Stark, and he wanted you trained for the Avengers. That had you stunned, but it also helped you work harder.

Fury eventually called in the big guns to help you out. “Look, I know you can do it, you’re at one of the top places in running, until you trip over your own feet, and you can hit all the targets, except for when you accidentally drop and fumble around with the gun. Hence, I’m sending you to be an Avenger in training, you’ll train and live with them, work on the computer stuff in the tower and go on smaller missions with other members. No solo missions or non computer missions, yet anyway. Good luck, pack your bags, we leave in 3 hours.”

You were nervous to say the least, I mean, meeting the Avengers?!? Meeting Captain America and Sargent Barnes?!? They were your idols as a child, and your celebrity crushes, I mean have you seen them? Now you’d be meeting them all, god you hoped your klutzy ways would stop for a little.

You were wrong. Oh so wrong. Why’d you have to hope like that, it was like a jinx. You went to meet the team and tripped over the air…straight into Bucky’s arms! You were super embarrassed, but it was worse when he added, “if you wanted me to hold you, ya could’ve just asked.” Then when Sam butted in, “Woah the bionic machine talks! And smiles! Wow that chick must be special.” You mumbled an apology but Bucky said it wasn’t necessary, and glared at Sam.

Fury told the team what was going on, and that you needed one or two of them to be the ones reporting to Fury the progress and checking up on you. Steve automatically volunteered himself and Bucky for the job. Bucky was too distracted by you to care.

“So you’re a little bit of a klutz huh?” Steve asked, as you, him and Bucky walked towards the training room for initial testing, just to see the baseline skills. “That’s an understatement, I’m sorta the type of person to trip over air, like you’ve seen.” Both boys joined you in laughing. “Alright let’s see what ya got!” Bucky clapped once.

After the test was over, Bucky and Steve were surprised, they thought you’d be worse. “Wow! You actually did really well!” You nodded, “yeah, I surprised myself too, I only tripped twice and some other stuff, but it’s a new record!”

Over the next few months the guys worked with you as much as they could. They were both falling for you, fast.

“Hey Buck, can we talk?” Steve asked his boyfriend. “Sure punk.” He patted next to him. “Before you say anything,” Bucky started, “I know what you’re gonna say.” “That I’m in love with Y/N? Cause look, it sounds bad, but I love you too, I still do, I always will, it’s just-“ Bucky stopped Steve, “her smile, her personality, her smarts, her, everything?” Steve nodded. “I feel the same Stevie, I feel the same.” You chose that moment to walk in.

“Doll!” The guys jumped back, surprised, “hey guys! I was wondering if you guys wanted to go watch a new movie that came out, I planned on going now and figured I’d ask.” “Yeah! Sure, we could stand get out of the tower!” You nodded and headed outside. Since the theater was so close you just decided to walk there.

The movie was great, and the guys really enjoyed it. The way back was not so enjoyable. A group of guys saw you walking down the street, assuming you were alone they called out to you, “hey pretty lady! Why don’t cha come on over here and give us a show.” You ignored them and kept waking, you motioned to Bucky and Steve to do the same. That was until one guy came over and grabbed your wrist, “thought I asked you to come on over? I tried to be nice, slut, but I can see you need something a little more, rough per say.” He pulled you towards him, causing you to almost trip. You heard a crack, your wrist had definitely broken.

Bucky and Steve were now fuming, no one touches you without your permission, and with their enhanced hearing, they also heard the crack and recognized the noise.

“Oh buddy, you just fucked up real bad,” Steve glowered. “Now get your fucking hands off of the girl we love before I make this even worse for you,” Bucky threatened. The guy, now scared out of his mind, released you and started apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry man, didn’t know she was already taken, won’t bother her again.” Bucky was tired of these meaningless apologies, so he socked the guy right in the face. Both guys told you to go wait in the nearby coffee shop, and backed the perpetrator into an alley way, his friends came from behind but the super soldiers still prevailed. “And if any of you, ever even think about doing that to another woman, you won’t see the light of day.”

The guys came and found you, they had a few cuts and bruises. “I love you both too.” They both smiled at you and kissed the top of your head. “Love you so much doll, so much.” “Now let’s get home and take a look at that wrist.” “And those bruises.” You added. The guys just chuckled and nodded, anything to make you happy.

At the tower, Bruce determined it was a broken wrist, and put a cast over it to help it heal. Sadly, it was your dominant hand, but thanks to the coding, you could use your other hand a little more than the average person. Steve and Bucky had waited with you, and also walked you back to your room to rest. “Don’t worry doll, we’ll help ya if you need it,” Bucky told you. You just laughed and thanked him. They made sure you got into bed alright and we’re about to leave when you stopped them. “Wait! Stay…….please?” “Always doll, always,” Steve responded. And the guys got on either side of you, engulfing you in a super snuggly, super soldier sandwich. You guys just kinda talked about nothing for a while before you got really tired.

“You’re both my heroes,” you said snuggling into them both harder. “Sorry to break it to ya doll, but we don’t wear capes.” Steve chuckled. “Heroes don’t wear capes silly,” the boys were now confused. “They wear dog tags, combat boots and love me so very much.” They each gave you a kiss before you drifted off to sleep.

[ilikefandoms]

Can I please request where Robby is trying to decide if he’s just friends or in love with the reader and he decides they’re just friends. And then they all go to a formal event and she shows up all dressed up and Robby is just like “nope, definitely not just friends, definitely in love” and he spends the night being jealous and longing before he finally confesses and they kiss??

Friends or More? - Robby Keene

Name/pronouns used - none, She/Her

A/N - I am in love with this request, I’m sorry I spent more time on the build up. My bad xx

Warnings - None

Word Count - 1710

You and Robby had been friends ever since he had joined Miyagi Do. You were friends with Sam beforehand, and so when Mr Larusso wanted someone to teach Karate, you were the first to volunteer.

Both of you started getting closer as training continued. Truth be told, you got along like a house on fire, always looking out for each other, in training, and out. At this point, you were practically best friends.

However, Robby wasn’t sure if he felt something more, and to be honest, you weren’t either.

**********

The annual Country Club Holidays Party was today, and You, Sam, and Robby had been invited by Mr Larusso to attend. You were looking forward to it, as you had never really been to a formal event before.

You and Robby were sitting underneath the tree at Miyagi Do, and the Holidays Party came up in discussion. “Robby come on, it’s not gonna be that bad,” 

“That’s easy for you to say. The last time you were in that club, you didn’t almost get kicked out, and have your ass beaten,” he said, referencing the last time you were there in the summer. 

“Okay that’s true, but your Mr Larusso’s guest, so if anyone has a problem, they have to take it up with him,” you reasoned.

“Okay, I guess you’re right,” Robby smiled.

“Yeah. Hey, do you know what your gonna wear?” you asked.

“Basically just a nice shirt and pants. I’m not really a suit guy,” he said, “What about you?”

“Dress and heals,” you said shrugging, “I didn’t really know what else to wear,”

“I didn’t either,” Robby chuckled.

“First time going to a formal party?” you asked.

“Yeah. first time for you too?”

“Oh, no I’ve been going to these since I was little,” you said, with blatant sarcasm, “I once went to the Mayor’s birthday party, and they personally complimented my social skills,”

“Wow, that must’ve been such an honour,” Robby said, going along with the joke. It was common knowledge that you weren’t the best in social situations.

“It really was. I’ve been invited every year since, but now they’re just too casual for me,” you put on a false posh tone, “I prefer the high end state formal dinners. Its much more up my alleyway,” 

You both laughed, “So, that’s a no?” Robby questioned.

”Yes Robby. That is a no,” you replied, smiling.

“Hey Y/N!” Sam’s voice made you both look around, “You ready?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you said, as she walked back to her car.

“Ready for...?” Robby asked, slightly confused.

“Sam and I are gonna get ready together, y’know makeup, and hair. That type of thing,” you explained.

“Ok, ok. I’ll see you later then,” He said.

You gave him a hug, “Yeah, I’ll see you later,”

You walked out of the dojo, and got into Sam’s car. “So, you and Robby huh?” Sam said, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“Shut up Sam. We’re just friends,” you told her.

“Friends that like each other maybe,” she said, which made you give her a look, “I’m just stating the facts,”

**********

“Hey, Y/N should I do my eyeshadow natural?” Sam asked, turning to look at you from her vanity.

“Umm...yes,” you replied.

“So...” Sam started, “...do you like Robby?” she asked, patting her first shade onto her lid.

“What? No, why would you think that?” you said, hoping that she would believe your lie.

“Y/N, come on! I see the way you look at him, and that is not the look of friendship,” she remarked.

You sighed in defeat, “Okay, maybe I do like him a little, but he probably doesn’t like me back, so-”

Sam cut you off, “Are you kidding? He totally does. Trust me,”

You didn’t believe her, but don’t argue with her. Its practically impossible to argue with Sam anyway.

The two of you continued to get ready, helping each other pick out shades of lipstick and eyeshadow, and giving advice on what do do with your hair.

You were both just about ready when Mr Larusso knocked on Sam’s bedroom door. “Girls are you two ready?” he shouted through the door.

“Yeah, dad! We’ll be out in a second!” Sam yelled back, before turning to you, “Are you ready for your first Country Club Holiday Party?” 

“Yeah, as ready as I can be I guess,” you replied, before asking, “Everyone that’s gonna be there isn’t like super formal right? I know I probably should’ve asked this earlier,”

“No it’s barely formal. The most formal thing about it is how it looks. Trust me the people are all normal. You have nothing to worry about,” she replied.

“Okay, good. Shall we?” you asked in mock formality, raising your arm for Sam to link.

“We shall,” she said, linking her arm. The two of you strode out of the door, and down the stairs, before the four of you piled into the car. Anthony - Sam’s brother - had been left with his grandma, as he was too young to attend.

**********

Mrs Larusso had attempted small talk while in the car, saying mundane things like ‘Are you excited’ and ‘I’m so glad that you could join us today’. Which didn’t really lead anywhere, but you appreciated it all the same.

When you walked in, you were in awe at the sight around you. Sam wasn’t kidding when she said it looks formal. Christmas trees sat in every corner of the rooms, fairy lights were strung up on the walls, and roses sat in the centre of every circular table.

“Wow,” you muttered under your breath.

“They really outdid themselves this year,” Mrs Larusso said, impressed, “Okay, you two girls can go off, do your own thing. If you need anything just text or come find me alright?” you nodded, and walked off, “No drinking!” she called after you.

“Hey Sam,” you said, “I’m gonna go talk to Aisha,”

“Okay Y/N. I’m going to go and get a drink, do you want anything?”

“no thanks, I’m good,” you said, and went over to Aisha.

Sam found the bar, and got herself a glass of water. She looked around, and saw Robby walk in, looking a bit out of place. She decided to walk over to him.

“Hey Robby,” she said as she approached, “You look nice,” referencing the black button-up shirt and  dress pants he was wearing

“Thanks, so do you,”  he replied, smiling at Sam, before scanning his eyes around the large room.

“Are you looking for Y/N?” Sam asked with a knowing look on her face.

“Don’t give me that face,” Robby said looking back over at Sam.

“I’m not giving you a face. She’s over in the corner with Aisha, just in case you wanted to know,” she told him, nodding over in your direction.

“Wow,” he said, as he laid his eyes on you. You looked stunning, your makeup was perfect, your hair was styled just so, and your dress compliment you perfectly.

“She looks good right?” Sam said, noticing Robby’s stare.

“Yeah, she looks amazing,” he smiled.

“Ok, don’t start drooling yet. Go up and talk to her,”

“What? No. Look, she’s with Aisha at the moment, and she’s having fun, and I don’t want to interrupt her,” he stumbled through his words.

“So are you gonna just stare at her all night, and not talk to her?”

“No, come on Sam,” 

“Robby, just talk to her, she’s your friend,”

“I will talk to her, alright?” he said. You were his friend, that was correct, but now he was seeing you as more than that. In fact, he had for a while, he was just realising it now.

“You like her don’t you?” Sam mentioned, glancing over at you.

“Yeah, I do,” Robby admitted. He was finally able to say it.

“Well, she definitely likes you too,” 

“Really? How do you know?”

“Well, one: its obvious, and two: she told me,” she told him, “so, what are you waiting for? Go talk to her!” 

“I will later. I promise,” Robby wasn’t quite ready to tell you just yet.

“You better,”

**********

Robby had spent most of the night by himself, occasionally talking to people that came his way. He was sending death glares to the guy that was talking to you. 

This was it, he was gonna do it. “Hey, Y/N!” Robby said as he approached you.

“Hey Robby, I haven’t seen you all night, where have you been?” you answered,

“Oh y’know, just around. can I talk to you, in private? Please?” he asked.

“Yeah sure. See you later,” you said to the guy.

Robby lead you outside, and turned to face you, “What did you want to talk about?” you asked.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said.

“Thank you, you look amazing too,” you replied.

“Thanks,” he smiled, “Can I ask you something?” 

“Yes, of course,”

Robby heart began to beat faster, “Okay, um. Y/N I really like you, and when you were talking to that guy over there it really sorta bummed me out, because I was too nervous to come talk to you today, but I really wanted too, but I knew that if i talked to you I’d have to say this so here it goes: Y/N would you maybe like to go out with me sometime?”

“Yes! Robby I really like you too,” both your smiles grew.

“Can I kiss you?” Robby asked. You nodded, and leant in. Your lips met, it was a soft - slightly short kiss, but it was enough. It was enough for you.

“Yes!” Sam’s voice shouted, making you both whip your heads around, “Sorry! I um... Called it. I’ll leave you guys be,” you both chuckled.

“May I have this dance my Dear?” Robby asked is a posh accent, making you laugh, and offered his hand to you.

“Yes, you may,” You smiled, placing your hand on his.

**********

The night had ended in the best way possible. Robby had kissed you goodbye, which prompted Sam to start her questions, asking exactly what had happened between you two. You just chuckled, and told her everything, with a smile on your face the entire time.

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #19: Paperback Romance: Eijirou Kirishima & Katsuki Bakugou

You, Kirishima, and Bakugou have some things to figure out. Luckily, you’ve got somewhere quiet to do it. 

Characters: Eijirou Kirishima/Katsuki Bakugou/f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!), aged up characters, fingering, awkward threesome, the softest bullshit you’ve ever seen

Notes: I... am not sure how I feel about this one. But we’ll see. I think I should change Kinktober to Mushtober, because as it turns out, I have a squishy heart. Today’s prompt was “Threesome,” and I had every intention of making this one filthy, I really did. But then this came out. There’s also, like, not a whole lot of talking in this one. Idk. It’s different.

Whoops. 

Kinktober Masterlist

The breeze is salted velvet on your cheeks as you race along the oceanside highway.

Bakugou’s been driving for the last hour and a half. You’re in the passenger’s seat and Kirishima’s stretched out in the back with the windows open. The ocean stretches brilliant and navy out the driver’s side. The distant cry of gulls backs the slow thump of the breeze past your window.

If this were any other road trip, you’d be blasting tunes. You and Kirishima would be singing your hearts out. Bakugou would probably still be driving, but he’d look a whole lot grumpier than he does right now.

For the last eighty miles, you’ve all been… quiet. It’s like the reality of this trip is finally starting to sink in.

Kirishima and Bakugou have been your best friends since high school. You crammed together, partied together, graduated together. You were the first one that they told when they’d decided to become more to each other.

You remembered that day above any other. The way your stomach dropped out. You’d known, you’d always known, but they’d never made it real before. For as long as you’d known each other it had been the three of you. But from that point on, it was them and you.

You’d never been able to pinpoint why that bothered you so much. Why your heart crunched just a little smaller, whenever they had to be a couple around you.

But on the night that it fell into place, it fell fast. You’d been in love with them, both of them, for as long as you had known them. It wasn’t enough that they had one another. You wanted to have them, too. Those feelings that had been bottled up for so long came spilling out one night, among tears and wine and bitter words that you’d wished you could take back.

But buried among all that bitterness and jealousy was the truth. They felt for you. The way you did for them. They’d only ever wanted it to be the three of you. But that gap felt unbridgeable.

Even now, just a few days later, it’s growing wider between you in the silence of the car.

You’d decided to take off for the weekend, drive somewhere remote where you could remove yourself from the prying eyes of the public and just figure everything out. That somewhere turned out to be a beach house well out of the city. You’d been on the road for hours.

The afternoon’s waning into evening by the time you pull up to it. It’s just as cute as the booking site promised- all whitewashed boards and sage green shutters- with a little path winding its way from the back porch to the ocean.

Kirishima- who, by this point, is just waking up from his backseat nap- speaks first.

“Wow, it’s cute!”

You and Bakugou both give a little sigh. He kills the engine, and you both step out and slam the doors shut at the same time. You’re both taking in the sight of the little cottage, and then you both peek over the roof of the car to glance at one another.

You skirt your gaze past him to the ocean beyond. It’s killing you that things have become so awkward between you. But that’s what this weekend is for- knocking down all those walls, all at once. Kirishima and Bakugou tell you that as soon as they had broken down their barriers, everything came naturally.

You’re just hoping it works the same way for you.

Bakugou cooks you dinner that night, and he’s still far more stoic than usual. Though his explosive temper has calmed down since your teenage days, he’s never been very good at expressing himself through words. You taste it in his cooking, though. When the three of you cluster together around one end of the dining table, things start to feel normal again.

Until all three of you volunteer eagerly to pitch in with the cleanup.

Finally, the kitchen is sparkling, the sun has set, and there’s nothing else to think about but the bedroom upstairs and the single king bed that the three of you have promised to share.

“Hey,” you speak up. Bakugou looks up from the paperback he’s been thumbing through. Kirishima peers inquisitively over the top of his phone at you. They both look so honestly interested in you it makes your heart break.

“Listen.” You can’t take the silence anymore. Silence isn’t you. Any of you. You’ve been able to talk to them about anything, for as long as you’ve ever known them.

But this is different.

“I just wanna know.” You scrape your fingers through your hair. Your cheeks are hot. You’re clamming up, something you’ve been doing far too often around them lately.

“Are either of you half as fucking nervous about this as I am?”

For a breath, there’s silence.

Then laughter.

You don’t know who started it but you’re finishing it, peals of relieved mirth bubbling from your chest. Kirishima crosses the room in an instant, climbing into the recliner, smothering you with a tight hug.

“We couldn’t sleep a wink last night,” he chuckles into your shoulder. Bakugou bristles across the room, but he doesn’t disagree.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he mumbles. “Let me take you upstairs.”

“Us,” gruffs Bakugou from across the room. Slowly, he shuts his book and rises from the couch. “Let us take you upstairs.”

You sit on the edge of the gigantic bed. The windows upstairs are all open with gauzy curtains fluttering inward, crisp cotton sheets damped down by the humid sea air.

Kirishima kisses you first. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but you’re far from used to it. His lips cover yours so gently it makes you ache. Especially when Bakugou grabs you by the jaw and pulls you to him, and his kiss is insistent and rousing and you feel yourself easing into it already.

They know each other’s bodies well. Seeing them together is like paging the worn paper of a well-loved book; spine creased, corners folded.

You’d like to know how this story ends.

You tumble into the sheets in a messy tangle of limbs. You’re not sure what to do with your hands as Bakugou licks into your teeth and Kirishima’s trailing kisses down your chest. His forehead bumps Bakugou’s thigh as he works to push your clothes away. You have to stop three times to untwist yourselves before you’re all stripped down to your underwear.

But they want this with you. They want to be all of you again.

You climb boldly between Bakugou’s thighs, cupping and stroking his thick cock where it stands out through his undershorts. Kirishima’s behind you, kissing his way down your back and peeling away the last shreds of your modesty.

“I haven’t been with a girl in a while,” he mumbles, kissing the swell of your hip. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

He slides a finger into you from behind, pumping slowly. Below you, Bakugou’s grabbed your hips and holds you fast against him, letting you rock your pleasure into his firm muscles. Kiri’s fingers move earnestly, dipping into your tight heat while his other hand finds the swell of your clit and begins to rub.

“Ah-“ Your voice breaks as your chin falls forward. Bakugou holds you tighter.

“That’s it, sweetness,” he gruffs in your ear. “Let him make you feel it.”

“Kiri,” you whine, “I’m not gonna- I can’t,”

“Go on,” Kirishima whispers against your skin. “You’re so beautiful like this. Y’know that? Let me see you break for me, baby.”

You come hard, as if on command. Your body quakes with pleasure as it races up your spine like a gunshot, tightening your thighs and making you bury your head in the crook of Bakugou’s shoulder as you scream.

They’re looking at one another over your shoulder- you can feel it. And when you stir to life again, Kirishima collapses beside you and Bakugou rolls you into the middle.

It’s complicated and awkward and messy, but the three of you find your pleasure that night. And you fall asleep in the same sweaty tangle of limbs with your boys on either side of you.

As apprehensive as you’ve been, as badly as this scared you for so many years, now that you’ve got it, it feels peaceful as the dawn. This, you, the three of you, is how it always should have been.

And you know nothing will tear your boys from you. Not anymore.

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

The Mercer Legacy - Part 4

Pairings: Luke x Reggie x reader, Julie x Flynn x Carrie

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of Reggie’s parents fighting in the edits

A/N: oh man I’m so excited for this chapter. I usually share a lot of bits and pieces with the Ghost Squad while I’m writing but I’ve kept this one under wraps as a surprise! I hope you like it! As always, let me know what you think and drop a comment/send me an ask if you want to be tagged!

Part 3 Masterlist TML Masterlist

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“Oh, by the way, Julie said her girlfriends are coming to watch practice today,” Alex said, looking up from his phone and you narrowed your eyes at him.

He tucked his drum sticks into the water bottle pocket of his backpack before slinging it over his shoulder as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on you. 

“Girlfriends,” you repeated, drawing out the ‘s’ at the end. “As in multiple girlfriends?”

“Yeah, keep up Y/L/N,” Alex said teasingly before realizing why you had questioned it. “I told you you had no reason to be worried.” 

When you arrived you were excited to meet Julie’s significant others and also glad to not have to sit alone during practice. However, that excitement quickly turned to surprise when you stepped into the garage. 

“Carrie?”

“Oh hey Y/N,” she replied, sounding unphased but you noticed the light pink blush spreading across her cheeks. She hadn’t expected someone else she knew to be there just like you hadn’t/ “What’re you doing here?”

You tilted your head towards where Alex was settling in behind his drumset and Carrie nodded in understanding.

“I should’ve guessed,” she smiled and you were taken aback slightly at how genuine it was, used to her stage smile.

“He and I are going to have a long conversation about sharing information,” you said loud enough for Alex to hear on the other side of the studio, glaring at your best friend who just rolled his eyes in response.

“I know Reggie and Luke too.” You directed your words back to Carrie, glancing over to the two boys for the first time since you’d arrived to find them looking back at you and you tried to fight back the heat rushing to your cheeks. It didn’t seem to stop Carrie from noticing and she smirked knowingly.

“Ahh,” she hummed quietly to herself as if she’d just put something together but you had no idea what it could be.

“What?” You questioned a bit abrasively and you winced at your tone. You just didn’t like that she seemed to know something that you didn’t.

“Nothing, just— and you didn’t hear this from me— Julie said Reggie and Luke haven’t been able to shut up about a girl for weeks. I just didn’t expect it to be you.” Carrie shared in a hushed whisper and you flushed in earnest this time, your throat going dry at the information.

“Hey, Mercer are you gonna introduce me to your girl or?” The girl who you assumed was Julie’s other girlfriend called, thankfully interrupting your conversation with Carrie before you had to come up with a response. She slung her arm around your shoulder as she spoke.

Alex rolled his eyes but hollered back, “Flynn that’s Y/N, Y/N that’s Flynn.”

“I take it you’re the one nobody around here shuts up about?” Flynn asked as she stepped away from you.

“Flynn!” Carrie hissed, eyes flashing.

“What, is that supposed to be some secret?” Flynn replied and you laughed while Carrie rolled her eyes fondly.

“Apparently I am,” you shrugged with a shy chuckle.

Flynn nodded pensively, looking you up and down.

“I get it,” she said finally and you felt yourself blush for the umpteenth time since you arrived.

Carrie rolled her eyes, huffing out a quiet “oh my god.”

“Hey PeterPatter you better hurry up before I steal your girlfriend,” Flynn called to Luke and Reggie over her shoulder and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you right there. Luckily when you chanced a glance at the guys they seemed just as mortified as you, both of their faces beat red as they both pointedly avoided looking at each other or you.

“She’s not-”

“I’m not-”

The three of you blurted at the same time, your heads snapping up to stare at each other with wide eyes. Flynn cackled at that and Carrie smacked her arm, muttering something under her breath that you didn’t catch.

“Wow you guys make it too easy,” Flynn said when she finally stopped laughing, pretending to wipe tears from her eyes.

“Julie, can you please make your girlfriend stop flirting with my best friend,” Alex whined and Flynn flipped him off. “There’re already too many people here who do that,” he added, looking pointedly at Luke and Reggie and you turned to glare at him.

“Fuck you,” you mouthed but he just grinned cheekily.

“In your dreams,” he mouthed back and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“O-kay,” Julie said once she noticed Alex sticking his tongue out at you in response, interrupting the chaos that had consumed the studio. “Why don’t we start practicing.”

The boys nodded hurriedly, settling in behind their instruments while you, Carrie, and Flynn moved to make yourselves comfortable in the various chairs and couch.

“And Flynn? behave,” Julie called at her girlfriend’s back.

Flynn mumbling something petulant under her breath before plopping down on the couch next to Carrie, throwing her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulder and pulling her into her. You did your best to stifle a laugh at the reluctant way that Carrie leaned into her girlfriend, arms crossed over her chest and what may look like an annoyed expression but you could see the fondness in her eyes.

The three of you chatted amicably throughout the band’s rehearsal, you getting to know Flynn and getting to know the “real” Carrie. It was nice, they were nice and you quietly wondered why you hadn’t formed a friendship with Carrie sooner. You’d always been amicable in school, but your social circles never really overlapped so you’d never had a reason to really talk to each other. You wished you had.

Practice flew by quicker than usual in the presence of both good music and good company and before you knew it the band was packing up their instruments and Carrie and Flynn were standing to go talk to their girlfriend. Before she got too far, Carrie nudged you in the direction of the two guitarists and Flynn sent you a sly wink.

You stumbled slightly from the force of Carrie’s push but continued to meander over to the band set up, intentionally avoiding the eyes of your best friend who you were certain was smirking knowingly at you.

“Oh hey, Y/N!” Reggie said cheerfully when he glanced up from zipping up his guitar case to see you making your way over. “Luke and I were thinking maybe ice cream now that practice is done? Since you missed out the other day?”

You turned to find Luke nodding in agreement to Reggie’s statement and you smiled, heart warming at the gesture. You were certain that they’d be upset with you after you bailed on them with a shitty excuse the other day but it seemed they still wanted to spend time with you, and for that you were grateful.

“I’d love that,” you agreed, “Is Alex coming with?”

“Um, well, I was kinda hoping it could just be the three of us?” Luke spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “There’s been something I’ve been wanting to talk to you guys about…”

You nodded thoughtfully, trying to fight back the frown that threatened to take over your face as a pit of worry opened up in your stomach.

“It’s nothing bad! I swear!” Luke rushed to reassure you both as if sensing your worries.

“Okay.” You nodded again, this time more to yourself. “In that case, there’s a conversation I’ve been meaning to have with you both too.”

You weren’t sure why you’d volunteered that. Maybe you had been emboldened by Luke’s statement.

“I have something too but maybe we should wait and talk about it all over ice cream?” Reggie added hesitantly, sounding even more nervous than you felt.

You all agreed, deciding that whatever news you each needed to share with one another would be improved by the presence of ice cream. With your plans settled, Reggie and Luke finished putting away their equipment and you all said goodbye to the rest of the group before setting off.

It was a short walk from the Molina’s to Reggie’s favorite ice cream place and an even shorter trip with Reggie on his skateboard and you on Luke’s bike handles. Normally you’d spend a ride on Luke’s handlebars giggling loudly (or screaming whenever Luke would swerve suddenly in order to scare you) with Reggie skateboarding by your side. This time though you were all silent and you felt like you were buzzing with anxiety over the prospect of confessing your feelings to the two boys.

The three of you were uncharacteristically quiet as you got your ice cream, each of you paying separately rather than the usual fight over who got to pay this time. It made your gut twist, anxiety welling up once more at what Reggie and Luke had to say.

It wasn’t until you were sat around a table that anyone tried to speak up.

“Okay so-“

“Right, well-“

“I just want-“

The tree of you started at the same time before freezing abruptly. You couldn’t help the shocked laugh that bubbled out of you and you flushed at the inappropriateness of it. However, it seemed to break the tense atmosphere that had surrounded you all since you left the studio, Luke and Reggie breaking into laughter of their own.

“I’ll go first,” you volunteered, startled again when you heard the two boys speak in unison with you.

The three of you fell into short-lived laughter once more before you spoke up again, alone this time.

“Seriously, I’ll go first... if that’s alright?”

You thought back to the message you’d sent Alex weeks ago saying that you weren’t ready to have your heart broken like that. You certainly didn’t feel more ready now, but something in you needed to get this out. Heartbreak or not, at least you’d know for sure.

“Ladies first,” Luke acquiesced and you sent him a brief but grateful smile.

“Okay, um...wow this is a lot harder than I thought,” you muttered to yourself, stuttering over your words. “You guys are great guys and amazing friends but-“

“I have a crush on you!” Reggie blurted, cutting you off mid-sentence and you froze, unable to do more than blink at the boy.

“Both of you,” Reggie clarified after a moment before he began to ramble. “And I didn’t want it to change anything between us because you guys are so important to me and it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same but...”

“But you just had to get it out there,” Luke finished, a knowing look on his face.

“Yeah, how’d you...?” Reggie trailed off, peering curiously at Luke.

“Because I have a crush on you too, you dork,” Luke confessed with a small laugh that sounded less like he thought the situation was funny and more like he was trying to hide how nervous he was. “Both of you.”

Luke and Reggie turned to look at you then, their nerves obvious in their facial expressions and suddenly the atmosphere was tense again.

“I... I-“ you tried to force out the words before cutting yourself off with a groan. “I can’t believe you guys!”

“What?”

“Here I am trying to get the words out and you- you guys cut me off and... and beat me to it! It’s- it’s not fair!”

“You... what?” Luke asked the question again, this time less out of confusion and more disbelief.

“I have a crush on you— both of you— too and I was trying to tell you but,” you gestured wildly about you as if to reference what had just happened. “I guess it doesn’t matter, huh?”

You were grinning by then, completely unbelieving of your luck. You felt breathless with it, the rush of the adrenaline from your confession combined with the euphoria of Luke and Reggie’s reciprocation was enough to make your head spin.

“So, what now?” Reggie asked, looking surprised that you’d made it to this point. You couldn’t blame him, you felt the same way.

“I vote we eat our ice cream before it’s entirely melted and call this our first date.”

You grinned as you watched Reggie and Luke blush but nod eagerly. You couldn’t help it that your cheeky grin slipped into something much sappier and fond as you watched the boys, your boys.

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[ptergwen]

heartbreaker

warnings: angst, swearing, drinking, and smut OK WOW

summary: never have i ever with your ex and current boyfriends is an interesting experience

a/n: excuse me for taking such a long ass time on this but super big shoutout to whoever requested it for being patient <3 i’ve been trying to write what y’all would actually be interested in so don’t be shy tell me what you want to read!! also italics are flashbacks and as always i hope everyone enjoys hehe

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“never have i ever...” harry purses his lips and looks around at your table, “cheated on schoolwork. successfully.” everyone easily takes a sip of their beers, except harrison. you snort and tilt your bottle to where he’s sitting across from you.

“haz, how are you the only one?” “because this div used to copy all my shit in year eleven, and i’d be the one to get in trouble for it.” he elbows tom’s side, tom nudging him back. “should’ve turned yours in first, bro.” rolling his eyes, harrison bends the rules of the game by sipping his drink.

their silly bickering makes you realize how much you’ve missed hanging out with the boys like this. it makes you realize you how much you’ve missed the boys in general. the last time you even saw tom, really saw him, was for a catch up lunch. you had to rush it because he was in between onward press junkets.

before that was the day he left to film cherry, almost a year ago. it’s not at all something you like to remember. dwelling will just set you back, and you’ve come too far to let that happen. as far as one can go when the person they gave their whole heart to breaks it.

now you have luke, and tom has anyone in the world he wants. it’s a new relationship. you’ve only been seeing luke for about three months. you met him while buying some post-breakup ice cream. he randomly started a conversation with you on the line. you bonded over your hatred for chocolate and ended up trading numbers. since you’re slowly getting more serious, you invited luke to the pub tonight.

the meet the friends stage is an important one, and it’s not often that one of your closest would be available for it. tom’s thoughts and opinions still mean a lot to you. you’ll always love him, even if it’s not in the same way you once did. you know he’ll always love you right back. that’s why he did what he did in the first place. that’s what he told you, at least.

you spot luke searching for your table in the pub not too much later. sitting up straighter for him to see you, you wave him over. none of the boys knew that he was coming tonight, so you’re a bit nervous about what they might say. you just hope they’ll like each other as much as you like all of them.

“hey, y/n.” luke leans down and kisses your cheek. you smile up at him, scooting over in the booth to give him room to sit. you’re in between him and tom now. it’s pretty metaphorical if you think about it. “hi. good day?” “yeah, and super busy. i’m luke,” he reaches out his hand for any of the boys. harrison gives him a friendly shake. you haven’t noticed the way tom has been looking at you this whole time.

it’s like he wants to say something, but he’s biting his tongue.

harry shakes luke’s hand, then tom. he uses a firm grip paired with his signature lips pressed together smile. “good to meet you, man. what do you do again?” “i’m in journalism, so mostly chase people around all day.” tom clicks his tongue in a way that sounds like he approves. you’re not exactly sure what’s going through his head at the moment, but it seems to be good things so far.

“he’s just taking the piss. your writing is seriously amazing, luke. don’t downplay it.” you lean into the arm he outstretches across the back of the booth. he lets his hand move to your shoulder and pulls you in closer.

tom stares down at the floor. his leg bounces next to yours, one of his nervous habits you’ve become familiar with. picking up on his brother’s mood change, harry clears his throat to change the subject.

“let’s keep playing never have i ever. we were enjoying that earlier.” “great, i’ll go get everyone another round,” harrison volunteers himself and takes off for the bar. that was obviously his way of escaping the sudden awkwardness that came about.

you tap tom’s foot lightly with your own, making him look up at you. “doing okay over there?” “‘’m fine. my jetlag picked a bad time to act up, is all,” he lamely excuses himself and shifts the tiniest bit away from you.

you’ve seen jetlagged tom plenty of times, and this isn’t him. something else is clearly on his mind. you’d call him out on it and have a heart to heart, but it isn’t your place to do that anymore. you’re both still adjusting to the whole friends thing. it’s going to take time to get back to how close you were, especially with different boundaries in place.

harrison comes back with fresh beers and sets them down on the table. each of you grab one. tom immediately chugs half of his without bothering to wait for the game to continue. you’re not in the mood to watch him act like this, so you turn to face luke. that only encourages him to drink some more. harry is the one who steps in and pulls his bottle away.

“easy there, alcoholland. you gotta save some for when we play.” “right.” tom wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes already glossy. this isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

“speaking of,” harrison starts, overly cheerful to make up for the way his friend is behaving. “it’s my turn.” “go for it,” you force a smile at him and swish the beer around in your glass. “this’ll definitely be good. never have i ever gone skinny dipping.”

the heat that rises to your cheeks gives you away before you can take a sip. with a shit-eating grin, tom snatches his beer out of harry’s hand. “gonna need this back, baby bro.” you shyly pick up your drink, tom and harrison being the only others who are guilty. harrison clinks his glass with yours, then you’re both gulping down your poison.

luke playfully raises his eyebrows at you when you’re finished. “i’m sorry, y/n, but i have to hear this story. you went skinny dipping?” cockiness absolutely oozing out of him, tom cuts in. “we went together, actually. i can help her tell this one.”

you spare everybody the explicit details of what happened, but it isn’t hard to guess them. tom is thankfully mature enough in the moment to not reveal much. now that luke knows the story, it feels like there’s tension between him and tom. he’s just too nice to let it show.

taking notes from tom, you impulsively finish off the rest of your drink in hopes of clearing your mind. you earn looks of concern from everyone except the man of the hour. he’s enjoying messing with you.

“that was a fun night, huh?” tom smirks at you. you close your eyes and rub your temples. sensing how off everything is, harrison leaves the table again to get you another drink. he sure has a talent for that.

you’re not sure why tom has to be such an ass tonight of all nights. you’ve already told him about you and luke before, actually he was the first person to know. he should’ve expected to meet him at some point. maybe then, his coping mechanism wouldn’t be getting drunk and making both of you look stupid.

“you okay?” luke nudges your shoulder with his hand. you give him a tight lipped smile. “yeah. sorry about all of that.” “no, it’s fine. i’m a big boy.” he glances over at tom, who’s poking harry’s cheek with a spoon. jesus christ.

harrison brings over another beer for you and a water for tom. you take your drink and push tom’s over to him. he decides to be immature and drops the spoon to switch your glasses. drunk tom is a child.

“are you serious right now? you need to learn when to cut yourself off.” you switch them again, taking a sip of your beer before tom can take it from you. he huffs and drinks his water like you said. you’re only doing this because you care about him. he’s probably too gone at the moment to understand that. if he’s going to think you’re a buzzkill for helping him out, oh well.

“so, babe,” luke makes a point to stress the word, “how about you do the next round of the game?” he leans into you again. you still haven’t taken your eyes off of tom.

“sure,” you agree absentmindedly. “um, never have i ever...” tom smiles lazily at you when he notices you’re looking at him. you forgot that drunk tom is also cute, but you’re not supposed to think that way anymore. not about him. you clear your throat. “never have i ever given myself a really bad hairstyle?”

everybody takes a drink this time, tom finishing his water. you’ve styled your hair in so many awful ways so many times, but only one comes to mind. it’s technically tom’s fault.

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“come on, y/n/n, let me do it. i’ll even say please. please?” tom all but begs you for the third time. you look up at him from your phone to see him making puppy eyes at you. saying no to those is physically impossible.

you’ve been on hold with your hair salon for almost half an hour trying to make an appointment. they’re normally never this busy, but you really need to go. a person can only let their ends become so split.

for some reason, tom decided he wants to be a hairdresser today. he keeps offering to cut your hair for you instead. you’re not so sure you trust him with scissors, but he won’t stop asking about it unless you let him try. plus, this could be interesting.

you end the call with a sigh. perking up, tom grabs your hands. “so? that’s a yes?” “don’t make me regret this, tom.” he pulls you off the couch by your hands and leads you straight to the bathroom.

“should we wash it first? i think that’s what they do.” he turns on the sink, then goes into the shower to get your hair products. you lean back against the counter and watch him set up. you’re starting to feel kind of nervous about this. tom is usually good at everything he attempts, but something as permanent as a haircut, you’re not sure about.

“relax a bit, darling. you’ll be fine.” tom ruffles your hair with his fingers, making you crinkle your nose. “if it looks bad, no i won’t.” “it’s just hair.” he gets a towel off the rack and drapes it around your shoulders. you look at your hair in the mirror one more time, then lean back so your head is under the faucet. “you’re the one who uses a bottle of hair gel every day.”

“anyways,” you can hear the eye roll in tom’s voice. “let me know if the water’s too hot or too cold.” “nah, it’s good.” he opens your shampoo and squirts some into his hand. “see, i know what i’m doing.” you hum in response, tom’s fingers combing through your hair to make sure it’s wet enough.

you lift your head up from the water so tom can do the shampoo. it feels good, like you’re getting a massage but on your scalp. tom notices your small smile as he eases you down to rinse it out. “enjoying yourself?” you open an eye to see a smug look on his face. “for now, yeah.”

after all the shampoo is gone, tom starts with conditioner. he pulls all your hair to one side and runs through it with a brush a few times. you’re honestly impressed he knows what he’s doing. he must have learned from watching you do your own hair. he puts in the conditioner and twirls a loose strand of hair around his finger, letting it sit for a bit.

“i’ll admit it, you’re actually good at this,” you reach up and poke at his chest. tom pokes your cheek back, then gathers all of your hair again. “mm, thanks. you should let me do your hair for you more often.” “that’ll depend on if you can cut it.” with a chuckle, he lets the ends of your hair fall under the water again.

your hair all washed, tom helps you stand back up. he takes the towel from over your shoulders and uses it to scrunch your hair up. it falls over your face. you know he’s trying to do it so it stays in place, but that’s not what’s happening.

“i’ll do this part, babe,” you laugh to yourself and flip your head over. “pfft, yeah, i was totally gonna try that next,” tom jokes, searching through a drawer for scissors while you wrap your hair. he opens and closes them before dropping them on the counter.

“wanna sit? i don’t know how long this’ll take.” “oh, god. sure.” tom easily lifts you up by your waist and sits you on the counter. you giggle a little at the gesture. he’s full of surprises today. “there you are, m’lady. let’s get started.” he takes the towel off your head and squeezes your hair out with it one more time. pouting, you grab a few strands. “i’ll miss you guys so much.”

”stop it, i’m not even cutting that much off,” tom groans and stands in between your legs. you put your hands on his shoulders. “that’s the plan, but knowing you, you’ll end up giving me, like, a mohawk.” “you think i know how to do that?” your legs wrap around his waist, scooting yourself closer to the edge of the counter. “i hope not.”

tom wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a wicked smile. you probably should’ve asked him to section off your hair so he could cut it evenly, but it slipped your mind. he splits your hair in half the best he can and picks up the scissors. you’re facing him, so you can’t see what he’s about to do in the mirror.

“i’m gonna count to three, okay? one, two, three.” tom takes half of your hair and starts cutting it in a straight line, which is already a problem. it ends up creating this weird zigzag look that can’t be saved by just him. he realizes his mistake after he’s already holding your hair. “oh, shit..” he puts down the scissors and covers his mouth with his free hand. your eyes go wide. “what? what did you do?”

“i- i, um, we can fix it,” he tries, backing away before you freak out. you hop off the counter and turn around to see what happened. it’s long in the back and too short in the front. how did he mess up this bad in not even two minutes? you gasp and touch your disaster of a haircut.

“tom, what is this? it looks... i don’t even know what to say!” you spin back around, pointing at your half cut hair. he winces when he sees it again. “i’m so sorry, y/n/n. i thought-“ “no, you didn’t! you thought nothing! your mind literally must have been empty.” you sit on the floor with your head in your hands, tom crouching down in front of you.

“look at me, darling.” he puts a hand on your back. you scowl up at him. “it’s really not that bad. you’ll figure out a way to make this work.” “you’re so helpful,” you mumble, leaning your head forward so it’s resting on his chest. you’re being dramatic. he was trying to do something nice for you, and it’s not like this was on purpose. tom rubs circles on your back, you nuzzling your cheek into his shirt.

“should i leave the other side, or would that be worse?” “i can do it for you.” “absolutely not.”

-

“i could only wear my hair up for months because of you,” you laugh to tom, warming up to him again from the memory. he puffs some air out of his cheeks with a smile. “be happy you didn’t ask for bangs.” “that’s because i’d never be able to pull them off.” tom messes with your hair so it’s over your eyes, you pushing his hands away with a breathy laugh. “not true.”

luke shifts in his spot next to you to remind you he still exists. you glance over at him and move your hair out of your face. “um, what was yours?” “i dyed my hair orange once. ginger definitely isn’t my look,” he jokes. it seems like he’s just trying to compete with tom now. you muster up a small chuckle for him anyway.

“tom, you haven’t gone yet,” harry points out, picking up his glass. tom considers the fact for a second. “true, but it’s not much fun if i don’t get to drink. can i get another since i’m behaving?” he juts his bottom lip out at his brother. harrison lets out a long sigh. “mate, i really don’t feel like getting up again. take a break.”

you slide your beer over to tom without a second thought. “you can share mine.” he looks at you like you said something wild. “are you sure we should do that?” he’s clearly referring to luke and how he might take it. at this point, it doesn’t matter to you. luke has been acting off since you started playing, and you’re not going to let him ruin your time with your friends.

you shrug your shoulders and tap the glass. “i’m the one who suggested it. drink up.” he hesitates, but takes it.

“ok, never have i ever gotten kicked out of somewhere.” harrison shakes his head and harry rests his chin in his hand, bummed he can’t drink. luke raises his hands up in surrender. that leaves you and tom. you know exactly what he’s thinking about right now. he takes a sip of your beer and hands it back to you, you finishing off the rest of it.

-

tom brought you to a super fancy restaurant for date night. it’s one of those places that has their own dress code and mood lighting. here you are, sat across from him in your most uncomfortable pair of heels and picking at course three of your meal; a bland salad. tom isn’t thrilled with it either, so you don’t feel too bad.

you rarely get the chance to go out for dinners like this because of tom’s ever-growing schedule, so you’re giving this place a try to make up for it.

“i wanna ask if they have dressing, but i’m scared i’ll get yelled at,” you murmur to tom, stabbing a piece of lettuce with your fork. he bites his cheek. your look of disgust makes a giggle slip out of him. “try holding your breath so you don’t taste it,” tom suggests, fiddling with a button on his jacket to stall from eating.

you take a big gulp of water in hopes of cleansing your tastebuds. tom looks at you from over his cup, doing the same. it’s so hard to take this seriously. “i know you wanted to take me somewhere nice, baby, but this kinda sucks.” you whisper the last part. “you’re right. i’ve heard great things about their dessert, though.”

“we’d find out if they didn’t take five years to serve us every course,” you laugh a little too loud at your own joke. an older woman with diamonds around her neck shoots you a glare. tom finally cracks, joining in your laughter over the situation. your waiter comes back at that moment, and he’s less than pleased by the behavior from both of you.

“is everything okay over here?” he asks sharply. “we’re, uh, we’re fine. thank you,” tom hides his laugh with a cough and makes an overly serious face. your waiter places a check on the table. “we didn’t ask for this yet,” you tell him politely. “i’ve heard several complaints about you two throughout your meal, so i’m going to have to ask you to leave.” he explains, handing you a pen to sign the check.

tom’s fake serious face is now a real serious face.

“you can’t-“ “let us pay for what we had, and we’ll be on our way.” you take tom’s arm from across the table. he would’ve pulled the ‘do you know who i am?’ card without you stopping him. your waiter walks away and goes to serve someone else.

“i can’t believe they’re kicking us out. this is so unfair,” tom complains, but gets out his wallet. he grabs the pen from you to take care of everything. “to be fair, we were being pretty annoying. we didn’t even like our food,” you try to reason.

tom does his signature and leaves money on the table. he’s going to be sulking about this the rest of the night. you stand up with your arm still linked in his and walk him over to the exit. he squeezes you closer to him on your way to the car.

“that was disappointing,” tom speaks again once you’re in the car. he rests a hand on your thigh. you put yours on top of his. “and funny. the only thing is, i’m still hungry.” “yeah? how about we go for burgers?”

you’re in the mcdonald’s parking lot eating your second dinner not too much later. it’s a lot better than your first. your heels are kicked off, your feet on the dashboard while you and tom eat and listen to your favorite songs.

tom steals one of your fries and shoves it in his mouth, sticking his tongue out at you after. that earns him a flick from you. “you have your own fries, weirdo!” “yours taste better somehow. here, i’ll trade you.” he lifts the bun off his burger so you can have his pickles. he knows you so well.

“can i tell you something?” tom asks all of a sudden. you stop eating and turn down the radio with a nod. “i know this isn’t as cool as fine dining, but i’m happy we get to have these moments together. wish they could last a little longer,” tom admits to you while staring out the window. you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss it.

“i’ve had so much fun tonight, and every night i spend with you. i don’t care about some gross rich people food. the only thing that matters is is being together, okay?” tom grins at your words, then leans forward and presses his lips to yours. it’s a short but sweet kiss. it’s a kiss that says the words he doesn’t have. “love you, y/n. thank you.” “i love you.”

-

you and tom are doubled over, giggling like kids with your heads bent together. you’re both pretty buzzed from your drink. you try to get yourself together, but he makes eye contact with you and you bust into another fit of laughter. even harry and harrison join in. it’s nice to finally have all of you getting along.

“i think it’s time to head out,” luke announces, moving to get up from the booth. you turn to him and wipe under your eyes. “oh, ok. i’ll text you later?” “you’re not coming?” he sounds more bitter than surprised. “i’m gonna get a ride back with tom when he’s ready to drive. it’s too early for me.”

luke fully sits himself back down and places his almost full glass in front of tom. all the boys are looking at you, but you have no idea what‘s happening. “why’d you do that?” you ask just to him. “i’ve changed my mind. i’m staying for another round of the game.”

you have a bad feeling about whatever he’s going to say. he’s been salty about you and tom all night, as if he didn’t know you’re still friends. it’s not like him at all. not the him you thought you knew, anyway.

“never have i ever,” luke intentionally directs the question at tom, “broken up with the most amazing girl so i could make shitty movies and fuck models. i wonder who’s done that.”

everyone stays silent. you could swear you’ve just been knocked sober. tom gets up from the table without a word, not bothering to wait for harry and harrison to move. he ignores them telling him not to go and steps over them. he’s out the nearest exit of the pub before anyone can stop him. you want to go after him, but you’re stuck in the middle of the booth.

your ‘boyfriend’ put his jealousy before your feelings for the last time tonight.

“what the fuck, luke?”

-

“are you sure you have everything? you remembered all your stuff from security?” you hold tom’s hand impossibly tighter as you get close to his gate.

he leaves today to film cherry in the states. you’re dropping him off at the airport like you always do, but something feels different about this time. it seems like a more permanent goodbye.

“mhm, it’s all here.” tom squeezes your hand back. you stop walking when you reach the sign that has his gate number on it. this is it. the last time you’ll see him for who knows how long? he stands his suitcase up off to the side and moves so he’s in front of you.

his arms are around your neck now, hugging you so close. you wind your arms around him so there’s no space between you two. he rests his chin on your shoulder, letting out a breath. “gonna miss you so much, baby. fuck, i hate this.” “it’s okay, tom. we’ve done it before. we’ll be okay.” you’re trying to convince yourself and him.

he pulls back from you and holds you by your waist. you stay flush against his chest, grabbing on to his hoodie. you don’t trust yourself to look at him right now.

“y/n, i can’t keep doing this to you,” tom says into your ear, his voice oddly steady for such a big thing to say. ���doing what? you mean your job?” your fingers play with his hoodie strings. “i’ll be fine. i always am.” “that’s the thing. i don’t want you to just be fine all the time.” he can’t be saying what you think he is. you shake your head against him.

“you should be happy. it’s not fair that i make you settle for less.” “tom, stop.” you move off of him completely, your throat getting tight. “we’ve already talked about this. you do make me happy, even if it’s from another country sometimes. i don’t care.” he takes your hand again.

“this is something i’ve been thinking about for a while, honestly. it’ll be good for both of us.” “i- what are you trying to say?” tears are already clouding your vision. tom lets go of you. “we need to break up, y/n.”

you can feel your entire heart shatter into millions of tiny little pieces. this isn’t happening. not now. not ever. he’s not leaving you so easy.

you’re crying in the middle of the airport for everyone to see, and tom isn’t too far behind you. “i thought you loved me,” you manage to get out. tom chokes back his tears and wipes yours instead, his thumbs running over your cheeks. “i do, angel. i love you so much that it’s hurting me to say goodbye.” “then why can’t we make it work? please,” you lean into his touch for probably the last time.

“because you deserve more. i’m away all the time, and there are things i can’t give you. you deserve someone who’s here for everything.” tom’s fingers trail down to grab your chin gently, you looking up at him with bloodshot eyes.

“i want more for you, y/n.” “i have you. that’s all i want, tom.” neither of you say anything for a good minute. tom almost gives in, you can see it. you whimper when he grabs the handle of his suitcase instead.

“this is because i love you. i... i need you to understand that.” his voice is soft. you wish he could’ve done this way earlier since he was planning on it. “it’s all happening so fast.” tears are dripping down your cheeks and chin. you want to reach for tom, but there’s no point. his mind is made up. an announcement plays through the airport that tom’s flight is boarding.

“i really don’t wanna leave you like this, but i have to go. i’ll call you after i land, okay?” who are you to stop him now? “o- okay. be safe.” tom presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a few seconds. he puts his hood up and turns around. you watch him walk to his gate. this is the first time he’s left you without looking back.

you start making your way to the parking lot as soon as he’s gone. it takes everything in you not to scream and sob the whole way back. none of this feels right. if you both still love each other, you should be together.

after the longest walk of your life, you get back to your car. you break down all over again.

-

“i’m trying to help you, y/n. it seems like you forgot what he put you through,” luke scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. you can’t believe how he’s acting. “let’s talk about this somewhere else. sorry, guys,” you smile awkwardly at harrison and harry. harry waves you off. “it’s okay. we understand.”

luke gets out of the booth, you following behind and leading him over to an empty corner in the pub. your smile fades. “that was fucked up, luke. we didn’t end things for his career. you know that.” “not officially, but it definitely helped.” does he not realize how crappy that sounds? like you were holding him back?

“you’re wrong. i told you exactly what happened. everything you’re saying is some weird story you made up in your head.” “then he should’ve said that for himself.” you throw your hands up in the air. “you made him fucking uncomfortable! i would’ve left, too.” luke laughs bitterly. “he’s really good at that, you know. leaving.”

“he did it because he loves me. fuck you for joking about it, like it wasn’t something that took me a really long time to get over. it’s sad that my past makes you jealous.” there’s a beat of silence before luke says anything. “do you still love him, y/n?” you both already know the answer. “well?” “yeah. yeah, i do.” you push past him and go out the door tom left from. luke doesn’t bother following.

you’re ready to start searching for tom, but he ends up being right outside. he’s leaning against the side of the building. his head snaps up when the door opens. “didn’t mean to scare you.” you walk over to him. he sniffles and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “‘s alright. rather you than someone else.” “tom, i’m-“ “don’t apologize.”

“i have to. the things luke said to you were really gross, and i hate that i didn’t stop him.” you take a step closer to him. “you couldn’t have predicted anything he said.” tom gives you a tight lipped smile. “he’s... not the kind of person i thought he was.” “he’s a bit of a dick, to be honest.” you giggle a little at that. you’re just relieved tom isn’t taking this too hard.

“so, he didn’t pass the friends test. i guess that’s okay since things are kind of over between us.” tom finally meets your eyes, furrowing an eyebrow. “why? what happened?” “i cursed him out. said some pretty mean stuff.” he holds out an arm for you. you let him put it around you, instantly settling into his warmth. you’ve needed this.

“you can do better. he seemed too boring for you, anyway.” you shrug your shoulders with a small smile. “i wanted to talk to you about that. i’m not really sure how to say this, so i’ll just... say it.” tom’s heart is beating so fast you can feel it next to you. “yeah?”

you turn to face him, his arm still around you. “i haven’t stopped loving you. this is bad timing because you’re about to go film uncharted, and it’s out of no where, but i thought i should tell you. it might not mean anything now-“ “come with me.” you’re both shocked by each other’s words. you laugh in disbelief, tom nodding to urge you to say yes.

“for real? you want me to go?” “i wanna work on us, and i’m not making you wait any longer. i was stupid for ever giving up. we can figure everything out, and it would only be for the summer-“ now it’s your turn to cut him off, your lips crashing into his. his eyes flutter closed as he kisses you back. he grabs your arms and both of you pull back to catch your breath.

tom kisses you again, this time softer. you smile against his lips. “god, i’ve missed doing that. i really, really love you, y/n.” “i really love you, tom.”

and just like that, he put the pieces of your heart back together.

[kari-writes-stuff]

ocean waves

words 1941

genre: slice of life, lgbt+

Ever since he could remember, Evan had wanted to be a Marine biologist.

He remembers when he first moved near the beach, the feeling of heat on his skin and wind in his light brown hair, the sun, the waves, and there was so much to explore! but most of all he remembers the little crab he had met. the second he'd seen the snapping critter he'd run up to it looking in wonder as it crawled past him and into the sea "mama look!" he'd cried. He remembered the way she smiled at him as he pointed.

"Do crabs come in different colors?"

"What do crabs eat?"

"How big can a crab get?"

He had asked questions all the way home and the more they researched about crabs not only did his interest grow but he found himself fascinated with other sea animals as well.

Clown fish, whales and octopi to name a few, he begged his mom to take him to the beach everyday and she took him every chance she got. She would always smile about it, any time he showed her his new discoveries, she would be just as interested as him, any time he had questions, she was right there to help him find an answer, she had always supported him.

He remembers starting school.

He remembers entering the classroom, being met with so many kids, they all were tanned, and a few sunburnt -most likely from playing outside all summer- he remembers being introduced, his teacher telling him to sit wherever he liked, multiple kids tried to call him over their eyes glowing in excitement. His eyes, however, strayed to the back of the class, where a kid was coloring all by himself, he was a lot paler than the others for some reason...the kid looked at him and for a second light and dark brown eyes met before he looked back down.

While all the other kids looked super fun he found himself walking towards the back.

"Hi." He whispered when he sat down looking

"uh...hi" the boy shyly replied back, his long dark brown hair hiding his face as he looked down, Evan subconsciously touched his own shorter hair, he kinda wished his own hair was that long...

"I'm Evan, what's your name?" he asked excitedly.

the kid shifted. "...Im Kade"

It was then that Evan saw Kade's drawing.

"Is that a crab?"

the boy flinched guiltily as if caught doing something bad, he shifted his paper

"uh...yeah it's a crab eating an apple." Kade said hesitantly.

"I love crabs! and apples are yummy, especially chocolate covered apples, those are my favorite" Evan exclaimed happily trying to keep his voice down.

Kade turned to look at him. "yeah, I like the ocean and apples are my favorite." his eyes shifted downwards, "my parents say its just a dumb phase though."

Evan was shocked at this, he fidgeted a little in his seat. "Well it's not just a phase for me, the ocean is cool, it's got all sorts of awesome animals like whales and dolphins, and I'm gonna be a marine biologist so I can study them all when I grow up!" his hands waved a little in the air as he said this.

Kade finally shifted to look at him "what's a marine biolatist?"

"biologist" Evan corrected " that's someone who studies plants and animals that live near the sea"

Kade's eyes lit up, and forgetting his earlier shyness he exclaimed. "That's so cool! I wanna be one too!"

but then he slouched back down, his face contorting into one of sadness again. "But I have to be a doctor, my parents said so...." he looked back at his drawing.

Evan crossed his arms. "Well my mom says you can be whatever you want when you grow up so if you want to be a marine biologist then when you grow up then we can study sea animals together!"

"...really?" Kade looked confused at the prospect of 'being whatever you wanted.'

"yeah!" Evan smiled.

and like that they were best friends, their parents liked each other too so that helped.

they would have sleepovers and playdates -almost always at Evans house- but that didn't matter Evans mom loved it when Kade came over.

Whenever Kade came they would all go to the beach or the Aquarium and play or look at the animals, and even if it was raining his mom would just set up a documentary instead, and though he was shy around Evans mom at first but he soon came out of his shell.

///

he remembers turning 15 and finally being old enough to volunteer at the aquarium, Kade wasn't allowed too, instead his parents had sent him to a private school, determined to get him a scholarship for med school, but that didn't matter, it was only three more years then he and Kade could do whatever they wanted together. and besides Evan wasn't allowed to do much at first, maybe help behind the scenes with some shows and take Supplies from one place to another, and maybe help feed the animals from time to time with supervision, but he still got to learn so much from the other workers and had fun!

When Evan got back he immediately called Kade and told him everything that happened.

"...wow that sounds...fun." Kade said, sounding a bit sad.

Evan frowned. "I'm sorry you have to be at dumb private school, i miss you."

"I miss you too."

"...but remember what I told you? once you move out you can do whatever you want, it's only three more years and then you can be a marine biologist with me right?"

"yeah...I just...." Kade sounded unsure. "Do you think they'll hate me? I mean they're spending all this money so I can be here and-"

"Kade" Evan said interrupting, they had had this conversation a lot over the years, and a while ago his answer would have been 'who cares what they think' but as his mother has explained Kade cared what they thought, they were his parents after all.

"It's your life and your choice, just because your parents want you to be something doesn't mean your required to do it, and even if you decide to become a doctor to please them, if you're not happy then technically they're still wasting their money, you still want to study sea life right?"

Kade made a small sound if agreement "then that's what your gonna do"

Kade went silent on the other line for a second before saying "yeah...yeah I guess you're right" Kade took a deep breath before letting it out again slowly.

"and until then I'll just have to volunteer for both of us!"

Kade chuckled. "thanks Evan."

Evan grinned "anytime dude" Evan looked at the clock "hey it's getting kinda late over here, but talk to you tomorrow?"

"...yeah, night."

"night."

three years passed quicker then he thought, but at the same time also agonizingly slow.

every day he'd call Kade to talk and tell him about his day, and tell him what he'd learn, and ask if Kade was doing alright and just...everything.

but still, he missed talking to best friend face to face…

finally Evan graduated high school! he was 18 and in another Month Kade would be too he was so excited!

The entire month was spent either looking at different colleges or talking to his mother about what he and Kade would do with each other.

Now, he was waiting in the middle of his room, looking at college applications, and trying to figure out which one to go to...the door opened and Evan turned his head expecting his mother to be there to ask what he wanted for dinner.

"KADE!?" and it was Kade. did he look paler then last time he'd seen him? Has his hair gotten longer?

After a moment of shock Evan quickly got up and hugged him. "But I thought you weren't coming till next week?" he said, confused.

"Yeah, my parents were gonna pay for my train ticket...but a friend said she'd do it for me, so here I am" he said, his voice happy but also holding nervous hints to it.

Evan frowned "do you know what you're gonna say to them?" Kade shook his head.

"I don't, I mean...I've thought about it but" Kade took a deep breath.

Evan hugged him again "I'll be right here with you Kade ok?"

Kade nodded "yeah."

-

"Well this is it!" Evan said, bursting with excitement as he walked into their new apartment and set his suitcase down.

"Can you believe it? we're finally going to college!"

Kade smiled slightly "yeah." he replied.

Evan's smile wavered and he walked over. "You doing ok?" he asked gently. to say Kades parents hadn't taken the news well was an understatement, that night they had decided to wait till the end of summer to tell them Kades decision and instead gone over too Kade's house to surprise them, the rest of summer went well but of course they had argued when Kade told them he wasn't going to be a doctor, he had looked almost ready to back down but Evan had just grabbed Kade's hand, told them exactly what he'd told Kade multiple times, that it was Kade's life and that the both of them had already been accepted at miami university and walked out of there.

Now a week later they were in their new apartment in Miami, Kades parents had stopped blowing up his phone and had instead grown eerily silent.

"I'm ok," Kade said, tugging at the end of his shirt a little.

"forget about them for tonight" Evan said, guessing what, or rather who he was thinking about. "Let's put our stuff away for right now, yeah?"

Kade nodded.

"Great, now let's get to work!"

and that's how college life started for them, it was fun -well as fun as school could be anyways.

They studied -or helped Kade study as Evan had already learned most of this either by himself or by his volunteer work at the aquarium, got jobs, made a few friends, met some of Kades friends.

years passed and now they were both graduating college.

"Evan Loring."

Evan walked to the platform, eyes shining as his mother cheered from where she was sitting, he looked back to where Kade was sitting waiting to be called up as well, several names were called until,

"Kade quince"

His mother cheered again, sounding just as excited as they both felt, and Kade's eyes also shined as he got his diploma and stood next to Evan.

Evan and Kade got jobs at a sea life research facility, a few years of saving up later they started their own rescue and rehabilitate Aquarium with plenty of shows about raising awareness of pollution...

///

"Will you marry me?" he asked Kade, one summer, they were at the beach, the one they grew up at, they had been dating for three years now, Kade looked at Even in surprise before smiling widely "yes."

The wedding was beautiful, and at the beach of course where else? and Kade, Kade looked amazing. there was no one else he'd rather have. His mother looked so happy.

...they had invited Kade's side of the family but...Evan pushed that thought to the back of his mind, no matter.

They had been through a lot together, but as they said their vows Evan knew there was no one else he'd rather have had by his side, both then and now.you

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Hoshi Fluff

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

This is another series that I only do by request so if you see that there’s one I haven’t written yet that you want, please request it! I’m sorry this one took so long! I’ll try to time things better next time! (But I am currently in my Hoshi feels so this request came at a good time)

Like Josh

Soonyoung strikes me as the kind of person who’d prefer to know someone and become friends with them before dating them

So

You’ve been friends with Mingyu for as long as you can remember

And you’ve met a few of the boys here and there throughout the years

But Mingyu tries to keep you to himself bc you’re like his best friend and he doesn’t want to share you

But one day you come over to the dorm 

You text Mingyu that you’re there and wait outside the door

Then suddenly it opens

You go to put your phone away as you grumble 

“Geez Mingyu, what took you so long?”

But when you look up

It is not Mingyu opening the door

It’s Soonyoung

And you’re like ????

And then !!!!!

Bc you’ve never met him before and that wasn’t a great first impression

And then you’re just stuttering out something like “Oh... you’re not Mingyu...”

And Soonyoung is stuttering out something like “And who are you?”

But just then Chan walks by and recognizes you

“[Y/N]! I didn’t know you were coming here!”

He pulls you inside 

You awkwardly bow to Soonyoung as you pass by

The rest of the members are all home that day

So you meet the rest of the boys at once

It’s a little intimidating but they all like you immediately

And despite the fact that Mingyu is trying to push you out the door before they can speak to you anymore

They invite you over to hang out again that weekend

And so it begins that you start hanging out with all of the boys more often

Soonyoung and you get along great

Despite your awkward first encounter

His humor always makes you laugh and you share a lot of interests

I guess it’s just good chemistry, the two of you click really well

First he’s too nervous to hang out with you one on one

So for awhile, the two of you only see each other in group settings with the other boys around

But it’s fine because you’re getting to know all of the boys you’ve never met before

You definitely start growing close to them as a group

And Mingyu is happy with it bc he realizes that all of you being friends is great and it’s like you’re one of them and he doesn’t feel jealous at all

Soon hanging out with the boys becomes a norm for you

You all do everything together

And you spend most of your free time at the dorm

It becomes more common for you to branch off and hang out with the boys one on one

The first time you really hang out with Soonyoung is late one night

All of you are having a movie marathon

But you run out of snacks

You volunteer to walk to the nearby convenience store to get some more

Soonyoung volunteers to go with you

The two of you walk comfortably down the street

You’re trying not to notice how cuddly Soonyoung looks in his hoodie 

And with his persistent yawning that’s always followed by him insisting he’s not that tired

You both take your time picking out snacks and drinks at the store

And you get yourselves ice cream for the walk back

You naturally just kind of link your arm with his and walk in sync as you make your way back

“Am I the only one that didn’t like that alien movie?”

“Oh thank god, I’m so glad you said that! Everyone else liked it so much, I thought I was gonna go insane!”

You both joke and laugh 

“Hey, [Y/N]?”

He asks when you reach the dorm

“What’s up Soonie?”

“I’m just really glad you’re around”

You look at him and you both just stare at each other for a second

Then Soonyoung breaks the eye contact to look down at the ground and scratch the back of his head

“I mean, we all are! All of us are really happy to have you in our lives”

“Thanks, Soonie”

Your face hurts from how much you’re smiling

Soonyoung smiles back just as wide and leans over to ruffle your hair

After that night, the two of you spend a lot more one on one time

At first it’s just because you two realize you really enjoy each other’s company

And then it kind of becomes.... a little more deep than that

But neither of you really think about it 

Until one day

You two are talking in the kitchen of the dorm

And Soonyoung brings up an inside joke between the two of you

You two start laughing 

And then Chan

Who is sitting across the room from y’all 

Just goes

“Are you two dating or something?”

Your laughter abruptly stops

And Vernon

Who is sitting next to Chan

Grabs him and drags him out of the room

Leaving you and Soonyoung alone

And woof

Is that the most awkward silence you’ve ever encountered

You both just sit there for a second

Not sure how to move forward from that moment

Soonyoung gives out an awkward laugh 

“Sorry about Dino... sometimes he just says things he shouldn’t...”

“No it’s ok!”

You also laugh awkwardly

The next time you two see each other you both act like nothing happened

And then you two continue hanging out like normal

And it’s all the same

Or so you thought

One day, Soonyoung texts you and asks if you two can meet up

You agree enthusiastically and head towards the location he sent you

It ends up being this really cool green house/ garden place

And it looks so pretty because it’s around sunset

“Wow Soonie! This place is so cool! I can’t believe I didn’t know it existed!”

You grab his arm and begin excitedly drag him around the building

And as you’re exploring the place you realize Soonyoung is being a lot more quiet than usual

So you slow on a path and link your arm with his 

You two walk in comfortable silence for a bit

You sneak glances at him

He looks so... serious

It’s strange to see him like that

“What’s up Soonie?”

He looks at you

Your heart skips a beat just from the look

It’s filled with so much emotion and you don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you like that

“I can’t stop thinking about...”

“About what, Soonyoung?”

“What Chan said the other day”

He breaks eye contact and looks in the other direction

“Hey” you say quietly, stopping completely and pulling him to look at you

“Finish that thought, Soonyoung”

“I just... why aren’t we dating?”

“Oh, well... I didn’t know you even felt that way about me”

“[Y/N], are you kidding me? I think about you all the time. Every time you look at me, I feel my heart soar. Nothing and no one has ever felt as right as being with you.”

You pull him forward by his jacket and crash your lips against his

It takes him no time to respond, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to keep you close

Even though you two are already so close and know so much about each other

He wants to take time with your relationship and build it up like it’s brand new

He doesn’t want the two of you to rush into it and get overwhelmed and then give up on your relationship without giving it a real chance

So first he takes you on a bunch of typical dates

And asks you the dumbest questions, lol

“So, what do you like to do for fun?”

“You already know Soonyoung, we see each other almost every day”

But the dates are lots of fun and he’s super cute, so

As time goes on and your relationship gets more serious

Soonyoung gets really worried about being a good enough boyfriend

Your relationship progressing sparks a lot of communication between the two of you

He always wants to know that you’re on the same page and that both of you think things are going well

He’s genuinely such a considerate boyfriend

A lot more serious than you thought he would be

Especially when life is hard in general

He’ll show up at your place and just hold your hands as he quietly talks about what’s bothering him

He’ll be embarrassed if he cries in front of you but it happens sometimes

You always assure him that it’s ok and that he should be able to depend on you as much as you depend on him

And then he’ll cry more bc he loves you so much

In fact, he’s crying the first time he actually says “I love you”

And you really think this sweet sweet boy is gonna kill you with how loved he makes you feel

Seriously, his emotions are huge and intense

But that doesn’t mean your relationship isn’t also super fun and lighthearted because it is quite often

You two love to go out and do crazy things

You also love spending lots of time with the other boys

You have to hang out with Mingyu more so he doesn’t feel like Hoshi stole his best friend lol

But he’s also super happy you two are together and thinks y’all are good for each other

Everyone does

You two seem to be a perfect match

You support him when things are tough and also accompany him on all the random activities he wants to go on

And he pushes you out of your comfort zone and teaches you a lot about enjoying life

The two of you really enjoy going on walks

It gives the opportunity to stumble upon more fun activities 

Like that one time you found that random butterfly garden and you thought Soonyoung was gonna pass out from his excited vibrating

It also gives the two of you time to talk

Which, as cheesy as it sounds, is your favorite thing to do together

Because the two of you can talk and talk about anything and everything without ever getting bored

You also start spending a lot of time at the practice room watching him dance

He likes to show you the new stuff he’s working on

And sometimes you’ll cheer for him and make a big deal out of clapping and such

And he’ll just slide over to where you’re sitting and pinch your cheeks for being so cute

He also enjoys teaching you some dance moves 

(No matter how bad you are at it)

But overall 

Your relationship is really pure and steady and great

Soonyoung is a great bf and you don’t mind reassuring him when he doubts it

You’re incredibly grateful to have him in your life and you can’t imagine being with anyone else

[supernaturalwritingbunker]

Repeated Words- Sam Winchester

Requested by: Anon: “ Would you be able to write a Sam Winchester x reader where he comes into the room and says "so get this" and reader says it at the same time while Dean starts cackling and Sam stares at reader like "how did you know I was gonna say that?" “

Warnings: Tons of Puns, Fluff, Goofiness, Non-Canon Compliant, One Sexual Innuendo, Implied Slut

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 979

Tag List: @elskinner45​​ @you-a-southpaw-doll​ @it-is-rebel-owl-ma-dudes​ @jai-lynne-unknown​​ @fandomsstolemylife00​

A/N: Most of these cases are made up. You can pretend that they’re little hunts between the ones that were in the show, if you want. While “Southern Comfort” involves Chester Matthew, it’s been changed a little so that it doesn’t deal with the Confederacy, and it’s been made more modern.  

Sorry this took so long. My mental state isn’t very good right now. Please bare with us while I am trying to get better. I hope you guys enjoy!

Divider was created by: @writeyourmindaway​​

This Girl Is On Fire: Greenville, North Carolina - October 28, 2012

I stare at Sam’s laptop while doing some research for this particular case we’re on today. We’ve been on so many hunts this month that my head is starting to hurt. Rubbing my temples, I glance up when Sam runs into the room with a book in his hands. 

“So get this, Amanda White used to be the town nun! She was the only one that lived through 4 different fires!” Sam sits down at the same table as me, actually in the chair next to me. 

“4 fires?” I raise an eyebrow. 

“Yep.” 

“This girl is on fire!” Dean jokes, trying to be funny.

I roll my eyes and let my head fall to the table. Sam snorts softly, doing his best to cover his chuckle. He curls his arm around my shoulders, his fingertips lightly rubbing my upper arm. I smile to myself and roll my chair over just a few inches so that I’m a little closer to him, and hide my face against the side of his chest, just below his armpit.

He laughs and holds me close, placing a soft kiss to my head.

“What?” Dean chuckles. “That was a good one!”

Southern Comfort: Kearney, Missouri - November 7, 2012

I walk into the bunker with a bag from the local burger joint that Dean has been craving. I drop the bag onto the table when I hear footsteps run down the stairs.

“It’s here?” Dean smiles widely.

“Yes, Dean.” I giggle and take my jacket off. 

I throw it onto the closest chair when Sam looks up from his computer.

“So get this, Chester Matthew never had a girlfriend. So it couldn’t be a girlfriend like we thought it could be.” Sam leans back into his chair.

“Wait...Never?” Dean looks up from his burger.

“Never. I called his mom and his sister and they both said that he was too nervous to even walk up to a girl.”

“Wow.” I whisper softly as I sit down.

“Is it just a Southern Comfort thing? Being all nice and whatnot to be more polite when trying to talk to girls?” Dean asks. “Or...could this guy just not come out of his Southern Comfort Zone enough to talk to the girls?”

I playfully throw a fry at him and tease him. “Hey! Not everyone can be a cocky butthole like you, Dean. Or looking for a one night stand. Some of us actually want real relationships.” 

Sam chuckles and reaches for my hand. “Like us.”

Strip Tease: Miami, Florida - December 23, 2012

I lay on the couch in the library trying to get some sleep when Sam slams 2 books down on the table. I jump up with wide eyes and look around, trying to pretend like I didn’t just almost fall off the couch.

“Sam, you're an ass.” I mumble before rubbing his eyes.

“You love me.” He smirks and sits down. 

I playfully shrug. “Maybe. Maybe I love fries and burgers more!”

He laughs and shakes his head. “If you did, you’d be with Dean and not me.”

Giggling, I shake my head quickly. “Nope! I know he’d steal my burgers and fries. You don’t do that, so I don’t have to worry about it.”

“Wow.” He pretends to be hurt before kissing my head. “So get this, Mary Ann was a stripper.”

“Stripper?” Dean says, sitting up quickly from the table, where he was sleeping, and wipes a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.

A piece of paper is stuck to his face causing me to giggle. Sam shakes his head, chuckling. Dean rolls his eyes, taking the paper off his cheek.

“Yeah. She was a stripper at the place down the street!”

“I volunteer to take the first watch.” Dean stands up and runs upstairs. “Best Christmas ever!”

Repeat Words: Lebanon, Kansas - January 2, 2013

I flip slowly through a book all about mythical creatures, trying to figure out which one this could be. This definitely isn’t a creature I’ve encountered in the 10 years I’ve been hunting. I sigh and tilt my head back. This couldn’t get any more boring. Dean scrolls through his phone from behind a book, making it seem like he’s actually researching...

We all know he’s not. 

Sam walks into the room holding up his laptop.

“So get this…” I say at the same time as Sam.

His eyes widen and Dean starts laughing hard. Sam raises an eyebrow.

“How...How did you know I was going to say that?”

I start laughing and shake my head. “You say it every time you have new information.”

“Do I?” Sam looks over at Dean who is nodding. “Oh..”

I giggle. “What were you going to say?”

“So get this…” I say at the same time as him again.

Dean starts laughing even harder, holding his stomach as he almost falls out of his chair.

“Stop it!” Sam playfully glares at me. 

I bite my lip and nod. “Sorry, Sammy.”

He nods before shaking his head. “So get this…”

This time I, as he says it, lean over and whisper it to Dean who actually falls out of his chair, laughing harder than before this time.

“That's it!” Sam jumps up and walks toward me.

I squeal and stand up before jumping over Dean and running out of the room. I can hear Dean’s laughter while I run throughout the bunker’s halls. 

“It’s like repeated words, Sammy!” I call out as I scurry to our room.

“I’ll show you repeated words when we get to our room!” Sam calls back, smirking to himself.

“And, that’s my cue to leave!” Dean mumbles, standing up. “Try not to be too loud tonight. Please, Sammy? I can hear y’all going at it through the concrete walls!”

[jobean12-blog]

Hair Do or Don’t

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 838

Summary: Bucky is tired of his long hair but he knows you love it...what will you do?

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and the lovely prompt below sent in by @prunes-said-bucky Hope you like it! Thank you all for reading! Much love ❤❤❤

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, implied smut, flirting and teasing :)

This first gif is the before, the second pic the after ;)

“Hey doll, c’mere.” You look up at Bucky as he chops the onions, his lips moving to blow a strand of hair out of his face. “Yes, Buck,” you say, reaching up to tuck the hair behind his ear. “I was just gonna ask you to do that for me, thanks.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, sniffling as he continues chopping.

You finish your dinner and start cleaning up, Bucky volunteering to do the dishes tonight. You’re putting away the leftovers and you keep hearing him huff and puff, finally yelling, “god damn hair.” With a chuckle, you walk over and stand behind him, grabbing your hair tie off your wrist. You gently card your fingers through his long hair and pull it back into a neat bun.

He hums at the feeling of your fingers scraping over his scalp, “thanks, baby, that’s better.” You stand on your tippy toes and kiss his neck, going back to the leftovers. Less than a minute later, “doll, um, I need you again.” You lift your eyes, immediately zeroing in on the stray strand of hair that has fallen in front of his face.

“I gotcha baby.” You tuck it behind his ear and stuff it under his other hair, laughing when it starts to come loose again. He turns to face you, giving you a slightly nervous look before saying, “it’s gotten so long, how about I let you just chop it all off!” You stare blankly for a moment and he keeps going. “I know you love it like this, gives ya something to pull when I’m between your legs,” he says, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, “but I think I’m ready for a change.”

“Tell you what,” you say as you start to undo his bun, “I’ll cut if for you tomorrow as long as you let me get a few good pulls in tonight, before it’s gone.” His hair falls around his face as he turns off the sink. “That sounds like a win-win for me, doll.” He lifts you onto the counter and moves between your legs, whispering, “it’s time for dessert anyway.”

The next morning you wake up before Bucky and watch him as he sleeps. His face is relaxed, and his hair is flowing over the pillow. You brush some strands away from his face and run your fingers through them. He cracks an eye open and smiles. “Getting some last love in?” he asks, voice raspy with sleep. “Just enjoying the view.”

He sits up, pulling you into his chest. “Well, if you do a terrible job, I’ll just let it grow out again,” he laughs, poking your sides. “How are we gonna do this?” You tap your finger against your mouth, “hmmm, let’s have breakfast and then we can get started. I think I know how to do it!”

After enjoying your breakfast, you bring Bucky into the bathroom, taking a chair from the kitchen and sitting him in front of the sink. “You may have to scoot down a little bit, you’re tall.” He does as you ask and you place a towel on the edge of the sink and under his neck. You turn the water on and use a cup to wet his hair.

“Are you comfortable baby?” you ask as you grab the shampoo. “Yea, I’m fine, thanks doll.” Lathering some shampoo into your hands you massage your fingers over his hair and scalp, drawing a low moan from his throat. “Oh man, that feels good, y/n,” he says, eyes closing. You lean down and kiss his lips while you continue washing his hair.

Once you’ve conditioned and towel dried it you sit him up and bring the garbage can over, ready to start cutting. “How short are we going, Buck?” He looks up at you, “well, not too short, I still want something for you to grab on to.” Biting your lip, you nod, straightening his head and making the first cut. You’re quiet the whole time, your focus solely on not messing his hair up too badly. You finish up and put some product in, fluffing his hair with your hands. You close your eyes and sit in his lip, keeping them squeezed shut until he tickles your sides. “Open them silly, can’t be that bad!”

Opening your eyes, you look him over, his blue eyes shining and his hair looking soft and fluffy and hot as hell. “You’re the only guy that could go from being gorgeous with long hair to gorgeous with short hair even when I cut it!” You slip off his lap and he stands, turning to look in the mirror. “Wow, it did come good, I like it!”

He gives it a few pulls, eyes darkening as you watch his reflection in the mirror. “Still enough there for you to tug,” he says, shifting quickly and grabbing you around the waist. He backs you against the wall, brushing his lips to yours, “wanna take a shower and try it out?”

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[puckyess]

4 Times Fate Brought You Together +1 Time You Met Him on Purpose | Ryder Donovan

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Words: 8.4k

Brewers Game

You and your group of friends were the worst at actually making plans, preferring to be spontaneous and see where the days took you. Today’s adventure included deciding to attend a Brewers game an hour before it started. Seeing as how Miller Park was a little over an hour away, there was no time to debate the idea if you wanted to make it there before the second inning. At the time, it had seemed like perfect timing, a great idea.

Now, however as you stood on the crowded patio, the only tickets left for today’s sold out game, you were rethinking the whole plan. While you were a fan of the game and an even bigger fan of Christian Yelich, the blisters on your feet from standing in flip flops were not making the experience worth it. Luckily, your friends had volunteered to scour the stadium for some neglected seats. That left you standing against the railing, nursing a beer and rolling your eyes at the very obnoxious group a couple tables over.

Glancing over your shoulder with a dirty look on your face was a mistake as you realized who that group was: a majority of the Wisconsin hockey team. Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your head back to the game, but your actions hadn’t gone unnoticed by a certain blonde.

“Guys, maybe we should cool it a bit. We’re getting looks”, he tried.

“Who’s giving us looks? I’ll fight ‘em”, Mike called a bit too loud.

Your eyes on the field, you felt your face flush as his voice easily carried over to your direction. You hated confrontation and you had a feeling you were about to get one. Hoping to avoid it and trying to look innocent, you pulled your phone from your back pocket and sent an sos text to your friend, alerting her of who else was in your presence and asking how much longer she’d be gone to find seats.

You heard a “dude!” and the sound of a smack and you couldn’t help but giggle a little as who you assumed was the boy who yelled was getting reprimanded. Mike was his name and he was apparently not as drunk as he was acting, as he spied your shoulders shaking, his eyes narrowing in on the person who had gotten him thwacked by Ryder.

“Hey!” He hollered. You froze.

“Yeah, you, Yelich shirt!” And though that could have applied to ¾ of the people there, you knew he was referring to yourself. It was time to face the music so you slowly turned toward the hollering boy with your eyebrows raised.

The shit eating grin you were met with spelled trouble and you braved yourself for whatever it was he had to say next. “My friend, here,” he says grabbing Ryder and roughing his shoulder, “says he has a major crush on you. Like big time. Won’t stop staring at ya. Isn’t that right, Dono?” The blush that took over your face surely matches Ryder’s, who’s staring at you with wide, apologetic eyes. Meanwhile the boys are snickering at Mike embarrassing their friend in front of a girl.

“Really? Why don’t you tell him to come over and tell me himself? I couldn’t hear him over your loud mouth”, you retort. And with that you turn back around, heart beating in your ears, definitely not focusing on the game anymore. The noise level in the stadium raises three decibels as the guys hoot and holler at your chirp.

--

Not too much time passes before you feel a tap on your shoulder. You begin to sigh as you turn again, can a girl not watch a baseball game in peace anymore? But you suck in a breath when you see the nervous boy in front of you. His one hand is stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck and he’s shifting his weight from side to side. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, you can’t help but give him a little smirk.

“Ok you need to chill, you’re making me nervous”, you chirp, gesturing with your hands at his nervous fidgeting. He drops his hand and pauses his rocking with a grin on his face, seeming to relax a little.

“Well you see, you just completely killed my teammate back there and I’m kind of nervous you're going to roast me the same,” he says, thumb jutting back to where he came from. You peer around his tall frame and see his teammates staring at the two of you, well his back mostly, on the edges of their seats trying to gauge how the conversation is going.

“The smile on your face is teasing as you ask “are you aware we have an audience?” and the laugh he lets out is better than you could’ve imagined, especially because you had made him tip his head back with laughter.

He answers, shaking his head. “I had no doubt they’d be watching to see if I fail”.

“If you fail?”

The smirk on his face is dangerous, “Well that depends on you”.

You hum in response. “I don’t know what you’d fail at? You haven’t even told me your name, your number, what you’re doing over here in the first place...?” You trail off, proud of yourself for that spark plug move.

He’s shaking his head then with a beautiful smile on his face. “I’m here to apologize for Mike’s headassery and for my team’s lack of manners when drunk in public. Well when sober too”, he laughs, then continues, “and as for my name, I’m-“ but he doesn’t get to finish as suddenly everyone around you is shouting “kiss, kiss, kiss!” You couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Your brain was suddenly unable to concentrate on anything except kissing the boy in front of you.

The nervous look is back on his face as he leans down to you “you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to”,  though there’s something hopeful in his eyes that you might say yes. Instinct takes over, your hands gripping his shirt and pulling him the rest of the way down to meet your grinning lips. You can feel him smiling as well, the rest of your senses only responding to him. You don’t hear the roar of the crowd. You can only smell his cologne and the beer that he had obviously been sipping on before coming to talk to you. You can hear the beating of your heart because of him and when you pull back, not wanting to get any farther than PG on national television, you can see his bright smile directed at you.

“Wow” is all he says, echoing your thoughts out loud. You can’t imagine the look on your face right then. You feel like you’re just staring at him with a big, dumb smile on your face. Luckily the boys, as with much of the stadium have gone back to whatever it is they were doing before your world was just rocked. Your phone ringing breaks up the moment and though you lift it to your ear you barely hear what your friend is saying besides “ohmygod, Ryder Donovan, Jumbotron and I found seats”. Ryder is still standing close to you and can very easily hear your friend’s squeals.

When you hang up he has an accusing look in his eyes but a cocky grin spread across his lips. “Don’t know my name, huh? It sounds to me like you very much know my name”.

Cringing, mostly at the fact that your friend had literally squealed over the boy staring at you expectantly, but also at your own embarrassment.

“Hey I never lied about that. I only pointed out that you hadn’t told me your name, not that I didn’t already know it. But I do have to get going to my seat. Don’t want to have to stand here with your friends any longer. I have a game to watch!” you say with a wink, leaving Ryder’s mouth open, his number never making it past his lips. He hadn’t even gotten your name.

KK

If there was one good thing about the abrupt end to the NHL season it was that you got to watch playoff hockey in the middle of September. And it gave you an excuse to be at the bar pretty much every night that week after work. You and your roommate would order a drink or two and spend the evening yelling at the TVs in the bar. Somehow in all of your excitement for game 3 of the Toronto/CBJ matchup you’d managed to forget that every Wisconsin student goes out on Thursday nights and so KK was a bit more crowded tonight, especially with how early it was. Surprisingly, a lot of people had on gear in support of both teams and were already pregaming.

Once you had your drinks in hand, you began to weave your way back to what had become your high top table in the corner. It had the best view in the place and it was out of the way, giving you a little space to jump around if the game got too crazy without being noticed. Or so you thought anyways. You made yourself comfortable on your stool, focusing on the screen as the puck dropped, completely missing the head turn and stare of the tall blonde who had not left your mind since three weeks ago.

He gets caught staring, but not by the person he wants to. Cole nudges his arm, “So are you gonna go make your move or what?” he challenges. Shay is next to his brother leaning on the table.

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you drooling over her since the minute she walked in”, he teases. “See, you even have a little wet spot”, he says poking his brother’s chest.

“Where?” Ryder asks, confused and suddenly looking down, pulling on his shirt to get a better look at whatever mystery stain his brother was talking about.

“Right there”, Shay says at the same time he flicks his finger upwards, hitting Ryder in the face.

“You’re such a child, Shay”

“And you’re such an idiot. You fall for that everytime”, he cackles. “But for real, bro, you haven’t stopped looking for her everywhere we go. She’s right here, just pull out those moves I know you have”.

Looking over at you grinning up at the TV, pointing at something and talking animatedly to your friend, he decides his brother is right and he moves to get out of his seat and make his way through the crowd to you. But just as his feet hit the floor the bar erupts into a mixture of cheers and boos and you’re up out of your seat, hands on your head, watching Mitch Marner dangle his way through Jackets left and right and then going backhand on Elvis for one dirty goal. The distress is clear on your face and your arms are flailing wildly as you shake your head, yelling at the screen with your friend. Even from across the bar he can tell you're mad and pouting as you sit back in your seat with your arms crossed over your chest and a scowl on your face. You look cute all worked up over a goal and he decides he’ll settle for watching you interact with the game for a bit more. He also makes a mental note that you’re a Jackets fan.

--

Towards the end of the second period, you lift your cup to your mouth to discover it empty. You eye the thick crowd and debate whether or not to get another drink, but with the final seconds on the clock winding down and the Jackets trailing by two goals, you get off your stool and elbow your way through the wall of bodies.

Standing at the bar you feel someone grab your elbow. “What’re you stalking me now?” the voice attached to it asks.

You whip around, yanking your arm free not realizing that the bewildered boy was harmless. Seeing Ryder’s face with his eyes wide and hands up in defense you let out a breath of relief. “You can’t go sneaking up on a girl in a bar like that” you reprimand him.

He sheepishly apologizes, acknowledging that that wasn’t his best move.

“But to answer your question, I could ask you the same thing. I for one, live here” you tell him and he looks pleasantly surprised.

“Oh yeah? And who is ‘I’ anyway? I never did get your name.”

You laugh, thinking back to your first encounter and he was right, you had knowingly left him without introducing yourself. “Y/N” you say, letting him in on the mystery.

“Y/N” he repeats, liking the way it sounds on his lips and you have to admit that you do too. “And where is it that you live, Y/N? Maybe I know the place?”

You shake your head, “Probably not. It’s not on campus”, he still looks intrigued so you continue, “it’s a little ways the opposite direction. Right next to Festival, well, attached to it. Really convenient actually, I end up going there almost every day because I decide I need something new for dinner after work”.

Just then you hear commotion and look up just in time to see a replay of Werenski taking a dumb penalty, sending the lethal Leafs power play into action. You groan and Ryder chuckles. “You get pretty into this don’t you?”

You give him a look. “If you think that’s ‘into it’ you should see me when they actually get scored on”

“Oh I have, you’ve been losing your shit over there in the corner since about the fifth minute of the first period” he says nodding over toward your table with a smirk. You should feel embarrassed but knowing he’s seen you worked up over hockey and he’s been watching you this whole time makes you feel something else instead, something you don’t quite want to acknowledge.

“See, so I was right. You’re the one who is stalking me” you chirp him. He laughs and puts his hands up again.

“You’ve caught me. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”. Normally you wouldn't accept drinks from guys, knowing there’s usually always strings attached, but Ryder isn’t normal by any means and you wouldn't even be mad if there were strings attached to this one, so you agree.

“If you can get her attention. I swear I’ve been waiting here pretty much the whole intermission”. After asking what you want he looks around for the bartender and flashes a smile. Within seconds he’s ordered both of your drinks and is looking at you with a smug look on his face, your mouth slightly ajar.

“Unbelievable”, you mutter, but you should’ve known better. You can tell he knows what you said but he still leans down, close to you and makes a big show of saying “what was that?” And if he wants to play games then so will you, so you grab a fistful of his shirt and bring him back down to your level. “I said it’s unbelievable that you can just bat your lashes and that girl rushes over to take your order. Must be nice to be a star hockey player”. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t annoyed, firstly over the fact that you had quite literally been waiting there for a good 20 minutes and she hadn’t even glanced your way, but the minute Ryder shows up he gets taken care of and secondly you didn’t like the way she was looking at him as she quickly filled his order and leaned over the bar to hand it to him, unabashedly showing off her cleavage.

You did however, enjoy the dirty look she threw your way as he handed you your drink and leaned down to your ear to ask if you were jealous. Whether he was referring to his non-existent wait time or if he had caught the pouty look on your face, you were unsure, but instead of inflating his ego too much you left his question unanswered.

You focused your attention on the mark you had left in his shirt at the center of his chest where your fist had grabbed the fabric, wrinkling it. Your hand reached out to smooth it and maybe curiously feel the muscles underneath. Ryder looked down, eyes watching your hand the whole time hoping you couldn’t feel the way his heart was pounding under your touch. Your eyes gauge his reaction and right when you thought you might lose your own self control, the crowd saved you, cheering as Josh Anderson wedged one in past Freddie. You quickly removed your hand from his chest and cheered along with the rest of the Jackets fans. You used the moment as your escape, thanking him for your drink and then turning on your heel, “I have a game to watch!” You told him just like the first time and strolled back to your table, leaving Ryder in a stupor.

Festival

“So tell me again why we had to drive all the way across the city to get donuts that were also at the convenience store right across from our building?” Shay asks from behind the wheel.

“Because he’s stalking kiss cam girl” Dylan pipes in, making kissy faces and then retreating when Ryder shoots him a glare.

“We’re going to Festival because all I know about Y/N is her name and that she lives in the building attached to it and goes to this store all the time” he says matter of factly.

“So we’re stalking her?” Mike sums up.

Ryder just rolls his eyes and huffs out a “no” in the front seat.

“Come on dude, what’s your plan here if you do end up seeing her? What’re you gonna say when she says ‘oh what’re you doing here?’ ‘Oh ya know, I just made my brother drive all the way across the city to get these donuts and oh by the way would you want to go out with me?’” Shay asks, imitating Ryder.

“Well no”, he answers defensively.

“So what’s your plan?” Mike pushes.

Ryder looks down at his hand, suddenly regretting his decision to shove his teammates into a car after practice and travel across town to your door. Well, grocery store. “I don’t know’ I haven’t gotten that far, okay? I haven’t really thought about it”.

At that Mikey dies laughing, “Don’t lie, Rydes! As if you haven’t been rehearsing in your bedroom mirror for the past four days”. Ryder twists in his seat to eye his teammate before he lunges for him through the opening to the backseat, making Shay swerve the car as he turns into the parking lot.

“Hey, hey, hey! Watch the shoulder!” He shouts, trying to shield his shoulder from his brother's aggressive movements. Putting the car in park he tugs on Ryder’s shirt, making him sit down and then popping the locks, he’s shoving him out of the car. “We should just leave him”, Dylan mumbles when the door shuts.

--

As he rounds the corner of  the donut aisle for the fourth time, he’s shaking his head at his stupidity. What was he thinking coming to this grocery store on a Monday night and expecting to see you? He’d checked the playoff schedule and there weren’t any games tonight, but that didn’t mean you’d be spending your night at the grocery store. Letting out a long sigh he frowns and grabs the box of Krispe Kreme donuts.

Having been watching him from the end of the aisle, you decide to finally speak up, “Someone having a rough day? I’ve never seen anyone have that reaction when they grab glazed donuts”.

His face lights up when he turns to face you. “You’re here”, he blurts out. His cheeks flame as he tries to recover. “I mean of course you’re here, you live right next door..I mean..” he’s clearly flustered and though you should say something to try and make him relax a little, you can’t help but chirp him just a tiny bit.

“I do. Someone has a good memory...I’m surprised no one’s called the cops on you for loitering. You’ve been pacing around the store for a good half hour now and you look nervous as hell like you’re gonna steal something”.

“Just your heart” he says automatically. His eyes widen and his hands cover his face. “Ohmygod, I can't believe I just said that '' he draws out with a groan, hand sliding down his face. “I’m sorry. I really don’t know what’s wrong with me” he says with slumped shoulders and red cheeks.

Your head is thrown back with loud laughs that earn you stares from the couple entering the aisle. “That was smooth, Donovan'' you say and put a hand on his arm, scooching a little closer to him to let the couple pass by. He tries to ignore your touch but it’s increasingly harder to do, the longer you let your hand linger.

“ So what are you doing here anyway? Isn’t this like kind of out of the way from campus?” Curiosity fills your voice. Ryder inwardly cringes at his brother being right. Of course you’d want to know what he was doing here and you’d picked up on the fact that it was very much out of his way. instead of answering the question he poorly tried to deflect, unable to come up with much. It’s like his brain won’t function properly around you.

“Well I just needed the world’s best glazed donuts and figured I would go to a grocery store instead of a convenience store because they’re probably fresher?” he offers.

“Uh huh”, you nod, clearly not believing him. “They are prettyyyy gooood” you say reaching across him to grab a box of your own and add it to the basket on your arm, “But not the best.” And you begin to tell him about the little bakery back home that makes literally the world’s best glazed donuts as you walk through the store and finish crossing items off your list.

When you self checkout and all Ryder has is the box of donuts you swipe them from him, scanning them and pulling a pen out of your purse. He’s practically wrestling you in the middle of the checkout, protesting, saying that “under no circumstances will you be walking out of there without money in your hands for the world’s second best glazed donuts”. After receiving dirty looks from the lady behind you in line, you shove the box back into his hands and quickly grab your couple of bags. He holds the door for you on your way out and offers to take your bags and walk you back. You shake your head though, knowing that if he walked you back, you’d invite him in, and if you invited him in he’d be staying until the sun came up.

“Just take your donuts home and call it a win, Rydes”, you say, nodding toward the box in his hand. Your face gets warm at the use of the nickname slipping your mouth but the grin it earns from him is worth the embarrassment of the slip up.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says but phrases it in the way of a question.

A small smile finds its way onto your features, “Maybe,” you turn to walk away, “if you use what’s written on that box”. He suddenly remembers you writing something on the box when you took it from him moments ago. At the time he had been too worried about paying you back that he had forgotten to actually see what you had written. He glances down to see your number messily scrawled on the top of the box, a small smile creeping its way onto his lips. When he looks back up you’re nowhere to be seen.

Turning to walk back to where the boys are no doubt anxiously waiting for him he pops open the box and takes a big, victorious bite out of a donut. He casually slides into the car to find Shay, Mike and Dylan on the edge of their seats. Mike looks a little too smug as he says, “Coming out empty handed I see?”. With an eyebrow raised Ryder asks him if he wants a donut, extending the box toward his obnoxious teammate, nonchalantly showing off the number on the top. Dylan was about to complain that he didn’t get offered any donuts when he spies something out of place on the polka dotted box.

“What’s that on the top-ohmygod you got her number didn’t you? She was actually there? You lucky son of a bitch. This never happens to me” he says, sitting back in his seat and pouting.

Shay’s laughing from the front seat. “That’s the Donovan way. Pay up, Vorlicky. You owe me 10 bucks”.

“Let me see that'' Mike grumbles, yanking the box from Ryder’s hand to inspect. Ryder tried to play it cool, like he had planned it and had no doubts that he’d get your number, but he ends up gushing about it like a little school girl the whole way home. As he finishes the last bite of his donut he can’t help but wonder what your world's best glazed donuts taste like.

Season Ticket Holder Brunch

If you could only eat one meal a day, it would be brunch. There was just something so satisfying about starting your day around 10 or 11 o'clock, sitting down to a fulfilling meal of whatever food your heart desired. It would be perfectly acceptable to fill your stomach with fluffy pancakes and sugary syrup or you could go the cheeseburger and fries route; it was a win win. A week ago, had someone told you that you were going to brunch and there would also be hockey talk/players there, you would have been in heaven. But today you were feeling more like you were going to be in your own personal hell. Not only would you be in the same room as the guy you had kind of humiliated in front of his buddies, but you’d also have to look the one in the eye who you had given your number to and never heard from. Oh and then there was the fact that you’d be with the whole damn Wisconsin hockey team as a fan, a season ticket holder fan at that. You wouldn’t even be going, but as fate would have it, your roommate had just so happened to threaten your life when you had first refused to go, using the phrase “I will kill you myself if I have to”. So here you were, about to celebrate the beginning of a new season with brunch and the stars themselves.

--

His eyes had widened in disbelief the first time he had caught sight of you that day. What were you doing here, at a luncheon exclusively for season ticket holders? Cole looked at his teammate.

“You still haven’t reached out to her yet?” He asked incredulously.

“I didn’t think she was serious. What am I supposed to say?”

“Dude she gave you her number. What more does she need to do? Sack up bro”. Ryder knew Cole was right. You hadn’t thrown yourself at him like other girls did, but you had definitely made it clear you were interested in him. Hell, you had literally kissed him in front of thousands of people and yet, he couldn’t compose a text? He knew he had to speak to you today before you left, but as he watched you greet Coach Granato with such confidence, he lost his.That didn’t mean his eyes didn’t follow you everywhere you went, constantly aware of your presence in the room, even if you didn’t appear to be aware of his.

From a fan’s perspective, the whole setup was pretty cool, you had to admit. The guys were greeting guests as they entered and mingling throughout the room. You knew where Ryder was at every moment and though you wanted so badly to be able to go up to him, you made yourself avoid him. A task that was made very difficult with the warmth of his eyes on your every more. This little dance of yours continued until the presentations started, then the guys were lined up at the front of the room at banquet tables that were facing the rest of the room. There were a couple speeches from the coach and the new captains, and a really well put together hype video, which you watched none of because the whole time you kept locking eyes with the one and only, Ryder Donovan. You both were casting glances each other’s way, alternating whose turn it was to quickly look away, the question in your eyes present each time and the guilt in his.

--

When tables are released to go get their food from the buffet he searches for you. Spotting you in line with a plate in your hand he slides up next to you.

“I was about to offer you a ticket to the game but I guess you’ve already got that covered” he tries. You don’t even turn his way, pretending to survey the food even though your heart is beating a mile a minute just with his proximity to you.

“Oh is that so? And how were you going to do that? I’m assuming you lost my number? And if you didn’t, you really should”.

He hears snickers from behind him and he shoots his teammates a glare before turning his attention back to you. Clearly he’s messed up and he knows he’s skating on thin ice (haha) with you so he tries to choose his words carefully before just deciding to put himself out there.

“I didn’t exactly know what to say? I typed out a bunch of different options, some cheesy pickup lines, a simple hey, but I erased it every time. It didn’t seem...good enough” he admits. Now you look at him, his face confirming his words and you see him look nervous for the third time since you’ve met him, and three times more than you thought you ever would.

“How about a ’hi it’s Ryder’ you’re plenty good enough already, you didn’t need to think of some snazzy message, it’s just me”

“Yeah, but that’s exactly my point. You’re..well you’re you. You’re kind of intimidating and by kind of I mean you’re intimidating”.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that one” you say, but you’re reeling at the boy in front of you calling you intimidating, as if he didn’t know who he was.

“It’s true” he defends, calling Mike over.

“Mike, is she intimidating?”

“Oh hell yeah. I was pretty shitfaced at that game and even I knew not to mess with you after you handed me my ass” he jokes.

“See?” Ryder says, gesturing to Mike as if proving his point. “Okay you’re dismissed Mikey” Mike looks annoyed that he has to leave the conversation but shrugs and follows Ryder’s orders anyway, leaving you alone with Ryder once again.

“Well just know I don’t mean to come off as intimidating”, you tell him, wanting to break the ice and ultimately let him in.

He follows you to your table and then hesitates once he’s there, not knowing if it’s okay to sit down. You pat the chair next to you and his tall frame is collapsing into the chair next to you. Once he’s sitting you can see him visibly relax a bit, noticing for the first time how tiring these events can be for the young men that serve as the entertainment.

“Are you tired yet?” You ask. He can see the concern in your eyes and his heart swells a little at the fact that you might be worried about him.

“Don’t worry about me, today is about you guys, the fans” he teases, leaning toward you to knock your shoulder with his own.

You can tell he’s trying to keep it light, but you wanted a real answer from him.  “And I thought I was supposed to be intimidating. Clearly didn’t scare you into actually answering the question” you say with a light smile. He chuckles at your remark and gives you his honest answer, leaning forward so that he can prop his bent arm on the table and rest his head on his hand, watching you.

“Yes, these things are exhausting. I’m just kind of on display the whole time and have to say the right things all the time  And obviously I’m not very good at that” he motions between the two of you, “but don’t get me wrong I’m super grateful to be in this position and I know it comes with the territory and stuff. It really is fun too, meeting everyone and seeing all of the support and excitement for the team. It’s a really cool thing we have here at Wisconsin” the passion and gratitude leaking into his voice. The smile on your face is genuine as you listen to him open up and you can’t help but think about how easily you could get used to this, to him. Your thoughts are interrupted by another boy stopping at your table.

“Hey bud, coach said you have to fraternize with all of the fans, not just your girlfriend” he says, clapping a hand down on Ryder’s shoulder. Ryder’s cheeks turn the color of the scarlet Badger polo he’s wearing. You laugh at the older Donovan’s remark before sticking out your hand and introducing yourself. Shay gives his brother one last chirp before Ryder is excusing himself.

“I thought I’d never get rid of him” he jokes after Ryder leaves. “Look I know the kid hasn’t texted you yet, but I know for a fact he’s interested in you. I’m assuming you’re coming to our game this weekend?” He asks.

“I think I can arrange that, yes” you say as you watch Ryder work the room. As if he can sense you watching him, he sends a smile your way, a slight blush on his cheeks still.

“- and yeah, that’s the story of how Carole killed her husband and fed him to the tigers” Shay finishes and waits patiently for your reaction.

You only catch the tail end of what he’s saying and are very confused, “I’m sorry what?!”

He throws his head back laughing, earning Ryder’s attention. “You weren’t listening to a word I said, Y/N. You two have it so bad for each other” he taunts. You roll your eyes but there is a definite smile on your face.

“Yeah, says you”.

He smiles back, getting up from the table since you weren’t listening anyways. “I mean it, this weekend. You and Ryder. I’m gonna make it happen” he says pointing at you and his brother. You shake your head at him but don’t protest, continuing to watch the tall boy across the room.

--

With the event wrapping up you decide to head out, having to prepare some stuff for work the next day. You want to make it a point to say your goodbye to Ryder before you leave this time, but he beats you to it as he sees you nearing the door.

“So about that ticket..” he says grinning.

“Oh are you getting me a seat on the glass or right behind the bench?” You tease.

He’s just as quick with a response, “if that’s what you want. As long as I know where to look for you”. You look away not wanting him to see the way your face is heating up. He’s getting good at this.

“D5” you tell him, biting your lip.

“D5” he repeats as if committing it to memory. “Well then I will see you there”, he says.

“Not if I see you first, Donovan” you lightly flirt. He rolls his eyes at your cheesy response, fighting the grin that breaks out on his face.

“Get outta here, Y/N, I'm starting to rub off on you”.

+1

Since the season ticket holder event, Ryder had stepped up his initiative, even texting you for the first time later that day to make sure you had gotten home alright and again apologizing for not messaging you sooner. He made up for lost time by committing all of his free time to you, texting and FaceTiming you every chance he got, even sneaking messages in during practice where you got a text from his coach telling you that Ryder would no longer be available for the next hour as he would be bag skating. The boys let him have it for that one.

Needless to say, you two had grown closer in the span of a week, feeling like you had known each other for ages and you were very much looking forward to the next time you could see him, which would be at his game. Obviously he knew you had tickets for it, but the look on his face when he asked if you would come to his game was adorable.

The gameday experience itself and attending the game as someone’s possible significant other was new in every way and couldn’t have been more perfect from start to finish. Even getting ready for the game was exciting. The moment you walked through the doors of Kohl you were in awe. It was even bigger and better than you had imagined. You were taking so much time admiring the arena that you were a few minutes late to watch warmups. Of course you wandered down to the glass and Ryder was in front of you in an instant. He charmingly tossed a puck over the glass and then was hit by Dylan against the boards. The game itself was electric. The atmosphere was alive and you could tell the boys were feeding off the energy. It was a very tight game for all three periods, but Ryder luckily found the back of the net within the last minute, putting the Badgers up 1 and sealing the victory. He immediately crashed into the glass right in front of you, you capturing the moment with the proudest smile on your face.

--

Waiting for Ryder was nerve racking to say the least. Your eyes kept shifting from place to place and person to person and you exchanged fake smiles with the people you had made awkward eye contact with. There were small groups of family members and girls waiting for the team to make their exit and you stood off to the side by yourself. You couldn’t have felt more out of place if you tried.

Soon enough you see a blonde poke of hair through the doorway of the locker room. With his head above everyone else’s you watch his eyes scan the groups for your face. You find each other immediately and across the room his silhouette starts to make its way to you. As soon as he’s in front of you he’s wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off your feet. Your laughter is genuine, having not expected him to be so open in front of everyone, despite having already kissed on a jumbortron. Once he sets you on your feet, the playful conversation starts. He counters all your quick remarks and the interactions feel as fun and as alive as they used to in middle school when you’d pass notes in secrecy to your crush.

“So what did ya think?”, the nervous Ryder from previous interactions gone and the goal scoring, talented hockey player Ryder taking his place.

A smile tugs at your lips as you decide whether or not you want to inflate his ego any, but after a 3 point night you think he’s earned a little compliment at least.

“It was amazing! This arena lives up to the hype for sure and that #27, damn he’s pretty good. Do you think you could hook a girl up? He was on fire tonight”.

“I might be able to work a little magic. I don’t know though, he seems pretty into this girl already” he drawls out, reaching for you again.

“Well, she’s feeling pretty lucky tonight”.

His teammates begin joining you two, each one giving him a hard time as they enter the picture. “Y/N! I’m glad you showed up, we thought Ryder was gonna have a heart attack when you didn’t show for the very beginning of warmups. I’m Cole by the way, Ryder talks all about you”, he says sticking his hand out.

You giggle at his comment and Ryder’s cheeks. He doesn’t deny any part of what his teammate had just said. “I didn’t know I had to follow the team schedule, but I won’t be late next time” you say, knocking into Ryder’s side.

“Are you coming out with us tonight? We’re just going for a few drinks. Nothing too wild since we have another one tomorrow, but we want to celebrate the first one.”

His question takes you by surprise, as Ryder had said he wanted to hang out after the game but had danced around what he actually wanted to do. But before you can answer he does for you. “We’ll be there, but we have to make a little stop first” he says and then realized that he hadn’t even asked what your opinion on the plans were, “if that’s ok with you?”

You didn’t have the chance to answer, again because Dylan pipes up in the conversation. “Hey, you said I would get next goal!” He whines.

Your brows knit in confusion at whatever Dylan’s complaint is in reference to, as Owen throws an arm over the blonde’s shoulders. “It’s okay buddy, I’ll take you. Ryder has a girlfriend now, so things are going to be different”, O delicately explains like he’s talking to a child, welcoming a new human into the family.

Ryder rolls his eyes at his teammates, but doesn’t dispute or even address the girlfriend comment. “Sorry, D. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. But we should probably get going if we want to make it an early one tonight”. The boys nod in agreement and all make the walk to their cars, dispersing. Ryder walks with you to the passenger side of the car and opens the door for you and you have to say, even though it’s a small gesture, it still makes you blush and earns him yet another brownie point.

After he gets in and starts to drive you ask, “So where is it that we’re going that Dylan’s so upset about?”

Of course he doesn’t give you a straight answer, wanting to keep it a surprise as long as he can. “You’ll see”.

It’s a short time before he’s pulling up in front of the Capitol building and telling you to “stay put” as he jogs around the front of the car to open your door for you. His hand is held out to help you out of the car and onto the sidewalk. You expect him to drop your hand once you’ve made it safely, but he keeps your hand tucked in his and pulls you along until you”re standing inside Dlux.

With an excited grin on his face he asks, “Are you ready for the best burger and shake of your life?”

--

Ryder was downright passionate, telling you about all of the different shake flavors they had and how he made it a mission last year to try every single one, “AND every month they come out with a new flavor! This month’s is red velvet”. Which one are you going to get?” You couldn’t decide but he assured you that no matter which flavor you chose, you couldn’t go wrong.

He was right on that, eventually leaving the shake decision up to him and he chose the flavor of the month, and it was delicious. The burgers were amazing too, in part due to the fact that you were starving. You’d barely eaten anything all day because of the nerves leading up to being with Ryder that night. Both of you finished your food lightning fast, but stayed to talk well past your plates having been cleared from the table. You only ended up leaving because the boys were blowing up Ryder’s phone with texts asking when you two were coming. When you looked down at your own phone you realized that you’d been there for a good two hours. Time flew when you were with him. He ended up paying for your meal, claiming it was in return for the donuts you had bought for him and though the amounts were very unbalanced, you agreed with the condition of you paying for the next time. He was overly satisfied with the promise of there being a “next time”.

“That was the perfect post-game meal. I can see why Dylan was upset he didn’t get to be your date tonight”, you said once you were back in the warmth of the car.

“Yeah I feel kind of bad, I did tell him next goal at the end of last season when he didn’t get to go”, glancing over at you he can see your eyebrow raised and further explains, “It’s kind of cheesy, but every time I get a goal, I come here for a shake and a burger. Kind of a reward I guess. A little tradition I started”. The small smile that dances across his face is endearing and almost embarrassed.

“Well thank you for letting me be a part of your tradition”, you tell him earnestly. You feel honored that he wanted to include you and share his tradition with you.

He just shrugs, “Well I figured I had to bring my good luck charm to celebrate. You’re coming to my game tomorrow too, right?” a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Your nose scrunches up at his line, but a giggle escapes you nonetheless. “That was really cheesy, Donovan. But yes, I will be there”.

“D5?”

“D5”, you confirm.

--

His hand finds yours again as he leads you to their booth in the back of KK. You can’t help but notice its view of your table in the corner that you’ve spent the majority of the playoffs at.

The boys surprisingly keep their word of only a few rounds of drinks. Ryder stays glued to your side the entire time, only leaving to retrieve you a drink. But soon he was back, an arm resting over the back of the booth, a comfortable weight over your shoulders. He used the noise level as an excuse to lean close to talk to you and you didn’t mind the close proximity one bit. Despite the bar being pretty crowded since it was a Friday night and the team being all around you, it was like you and Ryder were in your own little world.

“It’s kind of funny how things have come full circle”, he notes, ‘here we are, in KK with a Brewers and Stanley Cup game playing”.

You glance over at the TVs and sure enough, there’s a Brewers game on one and a Cup game on the other. You lean into him, a content smile playing on your lips as you think back to the first time you had met him. “I can’t believe we got kiss cammed” you reminisce.

“And I can’t believe how crazy you get watching hockey games”, he teases.

“Hey! I take my hockey very seriously, thank you very much”, you exclaim, giving his side a little jab and then settling to lean against him again. “Fate’s really got our backs, huh? First the game, then here, the grocery, and that brunch”. You revel in all of the times you had somehow ended up in the same place together, each time not knowing that you’d end up seeing the other again.

“Yeah, er, about that”, he says, taking a drink.

You can tell he’s about to tell you something that discredits something you had just said and you groan. “What is it?”

“I definitely drove to that grocery store on purpose to find you, fate had nothing to do with that”, he confesses.

“It’s true. I was the driver!” Shay interjects from beside Ryder, a gentle shove from Ryder following the interjection.

Your head tips back with laughter, “I assumed as much. Your excuse for what you were doing across town was pretty awful”

“Dude, I told you she was going to wonder why you were there and you should figure out a response before you went outside, but noooo Shay never knows what he’s talking about” the older brother butts in again.

“Yeah, exactly, you never know what you're talking about” Ryder says, quoting his brother out of context.

“Except this time”, you chirp, earning a high five from Shay.

“Yeahhh, I like this one”, he approves.

“And to think I thought this was going to work out”, Ryder jokes, gesturing between the two of you.

“Do you guys need to kiss and make up?”, Cole asks from beside you. This gets the attention of Mike and a few of the other boys, who childishly start a chant of “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” Things really had come full circle.

You’re grinning as you say, “Fate, Donovan”.

And right before his lips press against yours he says, “Must be”.

The guys cheer, almost identical to the first time, only this time the kiss is a little more heated thanks to there not being thousands of spectators and a jumbotron.

When you finally pull away from each other, Ryder says, “I’m not letting you walk away from me this time. Can I take you out on a date?”

[leejeongz]

TO1 reaction to you wearing dark lipstick

anon requested: can i request too's reactions to you wearing dark lipstick/liptint? like you don't normally wear any make up but you suddenly show up wearing a dark red lip 😋🤍

✨some of these are a little suggestive (not the younger members’ ofc) - just a warning haha✨

jaeyun:

you wanted to make a great first impression at your interview and so you decided to wear a little more makeup than usual. instead of bb cream you put on foundation, some pink eyeshadow rather than the usual brown and some red lipstick.

you’d just finished getting ready when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“only me, i just wanted to wish you luck today!” jaeyun announced, entering your room with a smile. “i took the day off work so i can take you and wait outside if you like?”

you nodded and turned back towards your full length mirror, patting your outfit down and taking one final look at yourself. you always thought that nervous deep breath thing was a cliche but no it was real, definitely real.

“your makeup looks really beautiful y/n, are you sure you don’t want to be our make up artist instead?” he joked, knowing your response.

“do you not remember when i did your make up that one time?” you laughed.

“well you look good right now, you’re gonna kill it, honey. they better not ask for your number.”

chihoon:

“they’re just kids, they don’t care if you’re wearing makeup or not” he laughed at your tantrum. you had started volunteering at a nursery and today was your first day. of course you wanted to look your best, which wasn’t easy with the uniform but you made it work, you just really needed that one red lipstick you bought a few weeks ago. after 5 minutes of looking, you spotted it in the bottom of your makeup drawer and pulled it out quickly.

“really? red lipstick? not even i get red lipstick” he whined, watching you get ready from the comfort of your shared bed.

“are you jealous of a bunch of two year olds?” you asked.

“pft no” he lied blatantly. “okay maybe a little. but it suits you! why don’t you wear it more often?” when you looked at him in the mirror there was a serious pout on his face.

“ummm maybe because you’re not a two year old and you don’t deserve it” you sassed, grabbing your pre packed tote bag and walking out the door. “get on their level”

he let out a small whine and threw himself back at the pillows “good luck i guess.” he really meant it but there was no way he was gonna let you get away with that sassy behaviour when you got home later, even if he didn’t enjoy it.

donggeon:

you swatched the two colours on your forearm, one pinkish-coral, the other a deep red. “which do you think?” you held your arm out for donggeon to investigate.

he thought for a while, letting out an audible “hmm” before pointing to the red one and smiling at you sweetly.

you paid for the new lipstick and rushed home so that you could try it, applying some more makeup so it didn’t look weird with the makeup that had rubbed off throughout the day.

“wow” he said, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “look at me! let me see!” as you turned his hands grabbed your arms so he could keep you still. “it suits you, i think you should wear it more often, but i think it would suit me more,” he said before kissing you on your lips.

“places to go, people to meet” you lied, pulling away from the kiss to tease your boyfriend. “how about we put this lipstick to good use and go out tonight?” you asked, excited by the prospect of showing off your new shade.

“orrr we could just stay in?” he fell to the bed behind him, pulling you down with him.

(he is at the top of the list of boys i would sin for omfg look at him)

chan:

a dinner date with chan was just what you needed after a rough week at work. you put on your favourite two piece and applied some make up, including the wine coloured lipstick you’d bought especially for the occasion. you knew chan would like it, this was right up his street, so why not tease him a little?

“hmm well this is a nice surprise” he said with a smirk on his face, grabbing your hand and holding it. “i really wanna kiss you right now” he whispered down your ear, close to burying his face into your neck “but i don’t wanna ruin your lipstick” he teased, breath hot on your neck.

“well i can always re-apply it” you pointed out but he pulled away and shook his head in reply. “my neck has no lipstick on it...?” you were practically begging to feel his lips against you at this point.

“it’s okay, i can wait” by this point he was back to looking you in the eyes. his smile was cheeky and he knew EXACTLY what he was doing. but it was all just payback since you wore THAT lipstick.

jisu:

“y/n, are you almost ready? the taxi is here!” jisu shouts from the living room. you were busy getting ready to go out for a meal with a few family members as a celebration and so you wanted to look your best. you were just applying a final spray of perfume before heading into the living room.

“wow, you look gorgeous” jisu commented, almost tearing up at just how beautiful you looked.

“aww thank you” you replied, smiling from ear to ear.

“your make up” he pointed out, going to touch your face. you slapped his hand away before he could ruin it.

“shall we get going then” you changed the subject abruptly, remembering the taxi was outside.

“hang on” he grabbed your hand, pulling you back from the door, “can we take some pictures first? my instagram looks so boring without you on it”

minsu:

“must not be late meeting his members for the first time” you said to yourself, scurrying around your room, applying the first lipstick you saw.

you arrived at the dorms and composed yourself before ringing the bell at the entrance. before you could talk to anyone on the intercom, your boyfriend was already greeting you.

“hey, nice lipstick” he complimented, giving you a sweet hug. “you smell nice too” he complimented once again “all this effort for some other boys, should i be scared?” he joked.

you stood at the door to the dorms, composing yourself once again.

“guys! meet y/n!! they wore a dark red lipstick today just for you guys so you better be nice to them” he said in a fake angry tone as a warning.

the whole time you were there, minsu couldn’t stop looking at you. he wondered why you never wore that lipstick to meet him and actually started thinking really deeply into it, beginning to get a little jealous.

you noticed this, reassuring him at the end of the day that you only wore this as it was the first you picked up and that you always thought carefully about what to wear when you see him. you made sure to wear it the next date you went on with him.

jyou:

with your birthday FINALLY here, you were excited to see what your boyfriend had been hiding. it was always “don’t go in there” or “don’t look in that bag”, it was the only thing you’d heard from him for the past week at least.

you woke up to a collection of gifts at the end of your shared bed and next to them, an ecstatic jeyou.

“open this” he said, handing you his gifts one at a time, being careful to make sure you didn’t open the little box until you had no more left to open.

“this is the last one, i really hope you like this one the most,” he said, hand shaking in anticipation as he handed you the box.

you opened it slowly as a lipstick box began to reveal itself through the wrapping paper, your favourite brand too. you pulled it from the box and found he had bought you a deep red colour, something you’d never tried before.

“put it on! put it on!” he was more excited than you at this point which was a pretty hard competition to win.

you followed his instructions despite only just waking up.

“wow you look…” he paused, grabbing you a mirror “sexy as hell, babe. here take a look. don’t you just wanna” he made a fake kissing noise “kiss yourself right now? because i know i wanna kiss you”

kyungho:

“can you come over?” you asked kyungho on the phone, almost in tears.

“i’m on my way right now. what’s wrong, angel?” he answered, extremely concerned because maybe this time there had been a real incident.

“there’s a spider” you replied.

“i’ll be 2 minutes” he was so used to these kinds of calls now, but he didn’t mind, he was your big strong boyfriend and he didn’t want to ruin that.

you opened the door for your boyfriend who was ready to fake storm in and capture the spider, when he noticed your makeup.

“you look nice. like… really nice” he complimented, a little bewildered. “is that dark purple lipstick?”

“GET THE SPIDER KYUNGHO” you shouted making him snap out of his trance. “but if you must know, it’s actually called black cherry”

“I WAS DISTRACTED IM SORRY” he shouted back, running to find the little terror.

after putting the spider outside, he returned to you. “but like for real, you look really good and it would be a shame to let this make up go to waste so why don’t we go out for dinner?”

jerome:

you always assumed jerome’s favourite makeup look for you was just natural with chapstick and mascara and so this is what you wore when you wanted to impress him. not to mention how good he made you feel when you were all natural around him, you’d never felt so pretty without makeup than when you were with him. he never stopped telling you how beautiful you are.

today you were going out with your friends and so you decided to wear heavy make up with a dark lip. before you went, jerome facetimed you.

“oh you look different,” he said as you answered.

“i do?” you asked, a little insecure.

“yeah, you’re covered in makeup. what have you done with my y/n?” he joked.

“ohhh don’t you like it? i know it’s not really your style” you looked down, you felt guilty but you weren’t too sure why.

he looked closer, as close as he could, leaving you with a picture of his blinking eye only “i think you look really pretty, you could pull off anything, but you know you don’t need all this makeup to look pretty, right?” he commented. you nodded in response “but if you feel pretty then i’m happy because that’s all that matters” he pulled the phone back and smiled brightly at you. “your friends are getting a real treat being able to see you like this”

woonggi:

“how come you never wear that lipstick?” woonggi asked, pointing towards the deep red lipstick on your desk.

you looked at it and turned back to face him. the dreaded lipstick… you don’t even know why you kept it if you were honest.

“i don’t think it suits me right now” you said, fake pouting before turning back to carry on with your everyday makeup look.

“try it, i think you’ll look fabulous!” he exclaimed, emphasising the fabulous, “and you can always take it off if you don’t want to wear it”

you took the lipstick from the desk, investigating it to check if it was out of date, you’d owned it for that long. you applied it delicately, one false move and you'd end up looking like the joker. you put down the lipstick and looked in the mirror, surprisingly pretty impressed with how well it suited your skin tone. “damn i look good” you spoke.

“i knew you’d look amazing, omg i should become a makeup advisor” he said, thrilled with your new found confidence after applying the lippy.

gifs aren’t mine

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight) TOURNAMENT: GRANI vs CHIAVE

“Grani!” As the Kuranta was going to lunch, a familiar voice called out to her. “There you are!”

She turned, a smile fully bloomed by the time she was facing the person calling her: Carol, the current Chief of Dewville and former discloser of a Knight’s Treasure. “Hi, Carol! Did you come to see me?”

“Of course I did! The last time you came to Dewville, you invited me up here, after all.” The chieftain wrapped her arms around the mountie once she was in range, stopping them both in the middle of the hallway with a few bystanders watching them.

“Well, I’m glad you managed to get away.” Grani gave her a bit of a squeeze. “Having any trouble out there?”

The other Kuranta shook her head. “No, everything’s going much better now. Thanks to the money we got from selling the treasure, we were able to invite some protection, and when we mentioned we knew you in our advertisement, we had so many volunteers we had to turn a few away. All thanks to you.”

“I didn’t do everything, you know.”

“No, but you did everything we needed you to.” As their small audience carried on with their business, Carol stepped back, keeping her arms around the mountie’s neck. “Are you busy tonight?”

Grani’s turned apologetic. “Actually, I kinda am? There’s this big ‘Grand Tourney’ kinda thing they’re doing to see who’s the ‘best,’ and my first round is tonight, so-”

“So I’ll see you when you’re done fighting, then?” Her eyes were practically sparkling.

“Heh, yeah, I’ll see you then.” The Kuranta’s eyes drifted to her lips. “You, um, wanna get lunch? I want a good meal so I have plenty of energy to fight later.”

The chieftain gave her the unasked-for-but-certainly-desired kiss and nodded. “That would be delightful.”

“Great! I’ll buy.” And with that settled, the pair made their way to the cafete- scratch that, to a middle-of-the-pack Victorian place Grani liked to go to on her cheat days. That one kiss was enough sugar by itself to count…

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Operators, Staff, and Esteemed Guests! Welcome one and all to the Top Operator Tourney!!! *crowd cheers*

“Thanks, Hung! Ladies and gentlemen, in case you forgot our voices during our brief absence, I’m FEater!”

“And I’m Click!”

“And today’s match is gonna be a great one, I tell you what! Both of today’s competitors are the life of the party wherever they go, although the parties they start are pretty different, I’d say! On the north side, a former police officer with a record of achievements taller than she is, it’s Grani!” *cheers, including one nervous but excited Kuranta* “And on the south side, the wrench-fox whose antics have absolutely transformed the Engineering Department’s policies on weapons’ maintenance certifications, say hi to Chiave!” *cheers* “Click, you’ve got the numbers for us?”

“Sure do, babe! Actually, the data for this fight’s kinda conflicted - see, by the numbers, Chiave’s a far more experienced combatant, with 6 years of rough-and-tumble living as a Siracusan gangster compared to Grani’s 2 as a Victorian policewoman, but that’s not what’s got me bothered. You look at these two’s parameters outside of experience, and you see they’re supposed to be just about equal in everything, except ooooone little detail: Grani’s a real sprinting fiend, using those legs of hers to move at speeds nobody’s got any business moving at, and that’s something our mechanic friend’s just gonna have to deal with if he wants to have any hope of winning this fight!”

“And of course he wants to have a hope of moving onto Round 2! We’ll just have to see who manages to win this one!”

“Right on, and there’s the Doctor waiting to start us off! 3! 2! 1! And here we go!”

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Chiave span his wrench in an intimidating pattern, pliers at his side and ready to guard. “Ready to get chewed up and spat out, little lady?”

“Not quite, Suave Chiave, not quite.” Grani gestured into the stands, her audio being caught through a mike drone deployed by one of the more tech-savvy audience members. “I’ve got a date tonight, and I’m not showing up beat up and nursing my ego.”

“We’ll see about that!” And brandishing his great-wrench, he charged.

An opening like that wasn’t going to get him anywhere fast; the Kuranta simply sped to his wrench-swinging side and jabbed him once...and, even though it was only one strike, it was all it took, as she not only threw all her considerable power into it, but a single cheer from the crowd rang through her ears.

Even in this pit of a coliseum, Carol yelling “Kick his ass, Grani!” was plain enough to hear.

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“...The hell is that?! Click, you saw that, right?”

“The speed! The precision! And what a surprising display of strength from Grani, as she cleanly OHKOs her opponent! There’s not even that much blood...Wow, she really wanted to get to that date as fast as possible, huh?”

“Didn’t even let him get one blow in-” *pounding from outside the studio* “What?!”

A gruff male voice came back with, “Stop mocking him.”

“...You’re a Guard, right? We’ll see if you can manage Round 2, and then we’ll talk about who can say what to who!”

“Babe, don’t get too riled up. Remember what happened last time.”

“Right, right, sorry, just...ugh. Anyway, with that match swiftly concluded, I guess we’ll see you all next time! FEater, yours truly, and Click signing off! Now where’s that Broca guy so I can give him a piece of my mind...”

“Have a good night, everyone! No babe really, it’s okay, please don’t start something...”

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Carol was waiting for Grani as she walked out of the coliseum, stars in her eyes. “I knew you were a warrior before, Grani, but the way you took care of him in one hit? That was amazing.”

“Thanks, Carol. Gosh, you think he’s gonna be alright?” The mountie shivered. “Didn’t mean to hurt him that bad, but my pike is so sharp...”

“I saw your medic team, and they looked pretty capable. Don’t worry about it too much.” The Kuranta squeezed her hand encouragingly.

The other Kuranta sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve got some of the best doctors in the world here, and the Doctor, so he’ll be just fine. So, what sounds good? I’m getting hungry again.”

“Well, I was hoping to see where you live. I’ve never seen one of these...apartments?” She looked at Grani questioningly, earning a nod. “Is it like a small house? I’m not entirely sure.”

“That’s as good a description as any, I think. You’re sure you don’t want to eat at a restaurant while we’re out, though?”

The chieftain gave her an analytical once-over. “Are you nervous?”

“I’ve...never taken someone to my place before,” she admitted, scratching the back of her neck. “Don’t know what’s like, being a host and all.”

“Well, I won’t judge; all that matters to me is getting to spend the night with my brave, strong girlfriend.” Carol giggled as the mountie turned bright red at that.

If this was already enough flattery to mess with her, boy, was tonight going to be fun.

[rpf-bat]

Someone Get Me To A Church

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Drama, Horror

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 1. Prompt: “Exorcist”. 

You recently started volunteering at a church that provides meals to the homeless. Despite not being particularly religious, you develop a bond with one of the priests there, Gerard. But, when a demonic entity appears on the church’s doorstep, can you and Gerard send him back to Hell, where he belongs? 

Trigger warnings for violence, and mentions of alcoholism. 

You’d been volunteering at the soup kitchen for about a week now. It was operated by St. Benedict’s Catholic Church. You’d attended Mass there as a kid, but it had been a while since you’d really considered yourself a “practicing” Catholic. Still, the work was relatively easy. Mostly chopping vegetables, and ladling soup into bowls. And it felt good, doing something to help the homeless people in your city. 

“We’re about done for the day, Y/N,” smiled Ruth, one of the older volunteers. “The last guest has finished eating. Now, we’ve just got to wash his dishes, and then we can go home.” 

Most of the volunteers had left already. The bulk of the dishes were already clean. There had just been a couple people who had come in at the very end of meal service. You’d been waiting for them to finish their lunch, before you closed up for the afternoon. 

“If you bring the dishes into the kitchen, I’ll finish washing them for you,” you offered. 

“Oh, you’re such a dear,” Ruth said gratefully. “I’ve been using my hands all day. My arthritis is starting to flare up.”

“Go home and take your medicine,” you said gently. “I can handle the rest of it on my own.” 

“Thank you,” Ruth replied, handing you a small stack of bowls and utensils. “God be with you!”

“Oh, uh, you, too,” you mumbled, heading into the kitchen. You were surprised to find someone else already standing by the sink. 

It was a handsome, black-haired man. You’d seen him walking around with Father Geoff earlier. His white collar, told you that he must be one of the other priests from St. Benedict’s. 

“Hello,” you greeted. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that anyone was still back here.” 

“I was about to leave,” the man shrugged. “I saw someone had spilled soup on the counters, so I was giving them a wipe down before I headed out.” 

“Oh, thanks,” you nodded, setting the dishes down in the sink. “Sorry, I don’t think I caught your name?”

“I’m Gerard,” the man introduced, offering a hand. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand. Wow….his skin is so soft. “It’s nice to meet you, Father Gerard.” 

“Oh, I’m not quite a ‘father’ yet,” Gerard chuckled. “I’m just a deacon.” 

“What’s a deacon?” you asked.

“I just graduated from seminary school recently,” Gerard explained. “So, I’m still in training. I haven’t taken my final vows yet.” 

“Oh, I see,” you nodded. He’s still a man of the cloth, you told yourself. So stop thinking about his soft hands….and his pretty face. 

“Hopefully, if I do a good job, Father Geoff will ordain me soon,” Gerard said hopefully. 

“Yeah, I’m sure you can do it!” you assured him. 

“Thank you for the vote of confidence,” Gerard chuckled. “Would you like some help with those dishes?”

“Oh, sure,” you said gratefully, handing him a dish towel. “If I wash, can you dry?” 

“Yeah, no problem,” Gerard smiled. 

You quickly got to work, scrubbing the crumbs off a spoon, and then handing it to him. He wiped it dry, and placed it on the dish rack. 

“How long have you been working here, Y/N?” Gerard asked curiously. 

“Oh, I just started lasting weekend,” you confessed, handing him a bowl. 

“That’s wonderful,” Gerard smiled, wiping the bowl with a rag. “Father Geoff told me that most of the volunteers are older, and have been doing this for years. It’s hard for him, to find younger people, who are interested in joining the program.” 

“It’s…..really not that wonderful,” you said sheepishly, looking down at the coffee cup you were scrubbing. 

“What do you mean?” Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“The truth is,” you sighed, “I’m not going to be with the volunteer program for very long.”

“Why not?” Gerard frowned, taking the cup from you. 

“I’m….,” you reddened, ashamed of what you were about to say. “I’m just volunteering here, because my probation officer asked me to.” 

“Probation?” Gerard blinked. 

“Yeah….I fucked up,” you admitted. “I’m sorry…..messed up. I shouldn’t swear on church property…” 

“It’s okay,” Gerard assured you. “Go on….?”

“I did something stupid,” you continued, embarrassed. “I was a first time offender, so they didn’t throw me in jail. Thank God. But, I was given twelve months of probation, and the judge said I have to do 50 hours of community service.” 

“What crime did you commit?” Gerard asked. 

You looked at the floor. He probably thinks I’m a disgusting sinner, you guessed, cheeks burning. 

To your surprise, Gerard took your hand in his. “I’m sorry,” he said gently. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” 

“It was a DUI,” you confessed. “I know, it’s dumb, I should have just called a cab, instead of trying to drive home….I didn’t think. And then I got pulled over, like an idiot.” 

“You’re not an idiot, Y/N,” Gerard said softly, squeezing his hand. “God loves you, even when you make mistakes. And only He can judge you….I myself, am certainly in no place, to judge anyone.” 

“What do you mean?” you looked up into his hazel eyes, confused. 

“I may be a man of God now,” Gerard explained, “but in my early twenties, I lived a sinful life, and did many stupid things.” 

“Really?” you gasped, surprised. 

“Yeah,” Gerard said shyly. “I was….an alcoholic, and a drug user. My family forced me to get help…..Alcoholics Anonymous is a Christian based organization. While I was in rehab, I started reading the Bible a lot. I found Jesus, and that gave me a purpose. The Lord helped me fight my inner demons, and become a better person.” 

“I’m really glad that becoming Christian, was able to help you get sober,” you said, squeezing his hand back. “You turned your life around….that’s definitely something to be proud of.”

“Thank you,” Gerard said, touched. “I hope that God helps you to turn your life around, too, Y/N. I know that you can do it.” 

You stared into his eyes, overcome with emotion. He was being so sweet to you, even though you didn’t feel like you deserved it.  His face was so close to your own…..you were tempted to do something you shouldn’t. But, suddenly, you heard a loud crash coming from the dining area.

“What was that?” Gerard gasped. 

“I don’t know,” you turned, facing the source of the sound. “I’m going to go check it out.” 

You found a man sprawled in the doorway. His hair was short and black, and  arms were lined with tattoos. 

“Oh my god!” you gasped. “Sir, are you okay?”

You walked over to his side, and offered a hand to help him up. He didn’t look hurt, but something in his gaze seemed….off. 

“Please,” the man begged. “I need help….”

“Um….meal service is over,” you informed him, nervous about the way he was still holding onto your arm. “We’ll start serving food again around noon tomorrow, if you’d like to come back…”

“No,” the man shook his head. “I don’t need food….I need you to…..”

“To what?” you wondered. 

“Oh, god, it’s too late,” the man gasped. He shoved you away. “You need to run. Now.” 

“Run?” you repeated. “Run from what?” 

“I can’t hold him back any longer,” the man sobbed. 

“Him?” you echoed, still confused. 

Suddenly, the man’s eyes turned pitch black. A wicked smirk crossed his face, completely unlike his previous expression. He spoke in a deep voice, that was not his own. 

“You cannot save him…..die!” 

The man lunged at you, wrapping his hands around your throat. You tried to scream, but he tightened his grip, and you couldn’t breathe. 

Why was he doing this?! He had been acting normal just a second ago….why would he attack you? Were you really going to die?

“He..lp,” you pleaded, terrified. “Please….somebody….help!” 

“Get your hands off of her!” Gerard cried, punching the man in the jaw. He hit the ground hard, his hands leaving your throat, as he fell backwards. You gasped for air. 

“Y/N, who is this guy?!” Gerard demanded. 

“I don’t know!” you cried. “I’ve never seen him before in my life!” 

The man got up again, and lunged at you once more. His eyes were completely black - no pupils, only sclera. 

“Get back, in the name of Christ!” Gerard cried, pulling a small cross from his pocket, and brandishing it at the stranger. 

To your surprise, the man retreated. Why did that work?

You got behind Gerard, still frightened. He shielded you with his body, as he pointed the cross at the man again. The man took a few more steps back. 

“Who are you?!” Gerard asked. 

“Beelzebub,” the man replied. 

“What?” you gasped. You’d heard that name before, in a horror movie. “That’s the name of a demon from the Bible, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, foolish one,” the man cackled. He pulled a small knife from his back pocket, and advanced on you again. 

“Y/N, we need to get out of here!” Gerard warned. He grabbed your arm and pulled you with him as he ran towards the kitchen. 

The man pursued you. “Come back here and die, foolish humans!” 

“He just called us humans….like he’s not one?” you realized. 

“Y/N, run out the back door, now,” Gerard pleaded. “Don’t look back.”

“No, I won’t leave you behind!” you insisted. This psycho is gonna stab him! 

The man backed Gerard into a corner, and  raised his knife in the air. 

“No!” you cried. You grabbed a dirty frying pan out of the sink, and used all of your strength, to whack the man in the back of the head. 

He crumpled to the ground. The knife fell harmlessly to the floor with him. You looked down and saw that his head was bleeding. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “What if I killed him?” 

“He was going to kill me!” Gerard reminded you. “Thank you, Y/N. You saved my life.” 

“You saved mine first, when he was choking me,” you replied. 

Your eyes returned to the unconscious man on the kitchen floor, still in shock. 

“His head injury actually looks pretty minor,” Gerard said, kneeling down to look at him more closely. “There should be a first aid kit, in the sacristy. Will you help me get him up?”

“You’re going to treat his injury?” you asked, surprised. “He tried to stab you!” 

“But I say unto you,” Gerard quoted, “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.” 

“....What?” you blinked. 

“That’s a bible verse,” Gerard clarified. “Matthew 5:44.” 

“So….you think helping him, is what Jesus would do?” you guessed. 

“Yes,” Gerard said simply. He picked the man up, and threw him over his shoulder. 

“....Ok,” you decided, “I’ll help you.” You followed him to the next building over, the church annex. 

Gerard is a far better person then I’ll ever be. 

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Gerard sat the unconscious man in a chair, and started wiping the blood off his brow. You got the first aid kit off the shelf, and handed Gerard a roll of bandages. 

“Thank you,” Gerard said, and applied the bandage to the man’s face. “I think he’s going to be okay.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. This stranger had just tried to murder you both! 

“Could you get the chain, from the second shelf down?” Gerard asked. “Normally, we use it to lock the church doors at night. But, I think it will work for this, too.”

“....This?” you repeated uncertainly, handing him the object he’d asked for. 

Your heart hammered as you watched Gerard tie the man’s hands behind his back. 

“....This man is going to need more help from us,” Gerard said grimly. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Clearly,” Gerard said, looking pale, “this poor soul has been possessed by a demon.” 

“Huh?” you laughed nervously. “No way….demons aren’t real.” 

“I believe in God and all His angels,” Gerard insisted. “So, I have to acknowledge that the Devil, and his fallen angels, exist, too. Thankfully, the Vatican has a guidebook of sorts, to train priests, how to perform exorcisms.” 

“Exorcisms,” you repeated. “Gerard, you can’t be serious.”

“You saw his eyes,” Gerard said quietly. 

You shivered as you remembered how the man’s eyes had looked while he was trying to strangle you. Dark. Inhuman. 

“And he identified himself, as Beelzebub,” Gerard reminded you. He picked a bible up off the shelf, and handed it to you. “Here, read this!”

You looked at the passage he was talking about - Matthew 12:22: 

Then they brought him a demon-possessed man who was blind and mute, and Jesus healed him, so that he could both talk and see. All the people were astonished and said, “Could this be the Son of David?”

But when the Pharisees heard this, they said, “It is only by Beelzebub, the prince of demons, that this fellow drives out demons.”

“The….the prince of demons?” you repeated, heart pounding. “You’re saying that’s who’s sitting in that chair right now?” 

You looked over at the man. He still hadn’t woken up. 

“I...I’ve never performed an exorcism before,” Gerard confessed. “To be honest, I’m nervous. But that man….he asked you for help, didn’t he?”

You thought back to what the man had said to you, when you first found him sprawled on the steps. He had pleaded with you for help, before he started attacking you. That must have been the vessel speaking - not Beelzebub.  You imagined what it must feel like, to be possessed. To watch your hands choke somebody, but not be in control of them. 

“You’re right,” you decided. “We have to help him.” 

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Gerard pulled another book from the shelf, took a deep breath, and began reading from the page. 

“Let us pray,” he began. 

You crossed yourself, clumsily, and  clasped your hands together. You were out of practice - you weren’t sure you being here was going to help at all. 

“God, Creator and defender of the human race, who made man in your own image, look down in pity on this your servant, now in the toils of the unclean spirit,” Gerard recited. “Now caught up in the fearsome threats of man's ancient enemy, sworn foe of our race, who befuddles…..”  

You jumped as man in the chair stirred, and woke up. He narrowed his unholy, black eyes at Gerard. “Silence!” he demanded. “Be silent, before I break these chains and kill you, you bastard!” 

“B-befuddles and stupefies the human mind,” Gerard stammered, thrown off by the interruption.

“Keep going!” you encouraged, even though you were shaking with fear. “Don’t stop reciting the prayer!” 

“....Stupefies the human mind,” Gerard went on. “Throws it into terror, overwhelms it with fear and panic. Repel, Oh Lord, the devil's power, break asunder his snares and traps, put the unholy tempter to flight….” 

“You think you and this harlot have the holy power to exorcise me?!” the demon snickered. “I know your secrets! Both of you are filled with sin!” 

“Y/N, hand me the holy water!” Gerard urged, ignoring Beelzebub’s taunts. 

You ran to the shelf, and grabbed the bottle, tossing it to Gerard with shaking hands. 

He opened it, and poured a few drops into his hand. Trembling, he approached the man, and drew the sign of the cross in holy water, on his forehead. 

The demon screamed in pain, as though Gerard were spraying him with acid. 

“By the sign of your name,” Gerard cried, “”let your servant be protected in mind and body!”

“Who are you to call upon Him?!” the demon demanded. “You think He will help you defeat me? Ha! You are unworthy - the both of you are destined for Hell!” 

He swiveled his head around, and fixed his unholy black eyes on you. “Does your new priest friend know you are a disgusting drunkard?” he laughed cruelly. “Does he know that you almost killed an innocent child, when you chose to drive home from the bar that night?” 

“How…..how do you know that?!” you gasped. You’d swerved at the last second, that night, crashing your car into a retaining wall, instead of the little boy, who had been playing in the street. But you still had nightmares, about what would have happened, if you hadn’t been able to grab the steering wheel fast enough. He’s right. I’m disgusting….I’m an awful person. 

“She has confessed her sins, to me, and to a judge, in a court of law,” Gerard said, surprising you. “And she is doing penance for that sin now - working in my soup kitchen, and helping me to save the poor man you’ve possessed. God asks no more of her than this. I am certain He forgives her.” 

Your eyes widened at his words. Does he really mean that? 

Gerard poured more holy water into his hand, and made another cross, over the man’s heart. The demon howled again, in agony. 

“What about your sins, deacon?!” Beelzebub growled. “You are just as vile as she!” 

“I know he used to be a junkie,” you said quietly. “But he’s a better man now! God forgives him, too!” 

“I speak not of the sins of the past, you fool,” the demon cackled. ���I speak of the sin he has committed today!”

“What sin?” you demanded. 

“He began thinking lustful thoughts, as soon as he laid eyes on you,” Beelzebub accused. 

“What?” you gasped. 

Gerard’s face reddened. He turned away from you in shame. Could it be true? 

No way, you thought. The demon must be lying, to distract us. 

“Gerard, finish the prayer!” you cried. 

“Your lecherous desires make you unfit for the clergy,” the demon smirked. 

“....I….I’m filth,” Gerard mumbled, staring down at his shoes. “God, forgive me….”

What the hell? Had the demon’s words really thrown him off that much? 

“Jesus died for everyone’s sins, right?” you reminded. 

“....Right,” Gerard blinked, picking his head up. “He died for your sins, and mine, so that all who accept Him as their savior, can enter Heaven.” 

“Jesus loves you - so talk to him, and ask him to help us send this son of a bitch back to Hell!” you urged. 

“Right,” Gerard nodded, and began reading from his prayer book again. “O Lord, keep watch over the inmost recesses of this man’s heart; rule over his emotions; strengthen his will. Let vanish from his soul the temptings of the mighty adversary…..” 

“I am mightier than anyone!” Beelzebub shrieked. “I am the Prince of Demons! Feel my wrath!”

You screamed as the lights flickered and books started flying off the shelves. You ducked as a book of hymns nearly hit you in the face. 

“Stop!” Gerard cried. “Don’t you dare hurt her!”

“You do not command me, mortal!” Beelzebub snarled. “Watch what happens to those who challenge me!” 

Suddenly, you went flying. An unseen force shoved you backwards, pinning you against the wall. You were like a rag doll, controlled by invisible hands. Your head was slammed into the wall, over and over. You screamed with pain. The back of your head began to bleed. 

“Please, stop hurting her!” Gerard begged. 

“Call off this ritual, and I will do as you ask,” the demon bargained. 

“No!” you cried, even as your consciousness began to fade. “Gerard, please! Finish the exorcism!” 

With tears in his eyes, Gerard began to pray again: 

“Graciously grant, Oh Lord, as we call on your holy name, that the evil spirit, who hitherto terrorized over us, may himself retreat in terror and defeat, so that this servant of yours may sincerely and steadfastly render you the service which is your due; through Christ our Lord! Amen!”

“AMEN!” you cried. Then, everything faded to black. 

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You woke up in a hospital bed, your head swathed in bandages. The back of your skull still hurt. 

How did I get here? you wondered. The room was totally quiet, aside from the beeping of your heart monitor. 

Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door. 

“....Gerard?” you called hopefully. 

“Not quite,” said an unknown voice. A black-haired man, with a familiar face, stepped into the room. 

“Beelzebub?!” you gasped. Had he come to finish you off?!

You grabbed your IV pole, hoping you could brandish it as a weapon. 

“No!” the man said quickly. “Beelzebub is gone!” 

“....Oh,” you realized, setting the pole down. So, the ritual had worked. This meant that the man standing before you, was not the demon, but the poor guy who had gotten possessed. 

“I’m Frank,” the man introduced. “The nurse told me that your name is Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said weakly. “That’s me.” 

“I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry, that you got hurt, because of me,” Frank said sadly. 

“It’s not your fault,” you said, sincerely. “You didn’t ask to have your body taken over.”

“I wanted to thank you, too,” Frank added. “You and that priest saved my life.” 

 “Do you know where the, uh, priest went?” you asked. You wanted to see Gerard again. 

“I think he took off after he drove us here,” Frank confessed. “Apparently, he told the doctors, that we both fell down the cathedral steps, and hit our heads that way.”

“Do you think they actually believed that?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“I think they wouldn’t believe the real story,” Frank chuckled, “even if we told them.” 

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A week later, you were released from the hospital. You had made a full recovery. You had told your mom the same lie - that you “fell”. Nobody knew what really happened. You hadn’t been particularly religious in a long time. But now, confronted with the reality that demons existed, you found yourself praying to God to protect you, every time you left your house. 

You were out and about today, running errands. You hadn’t meant to stop at the church, but you found your feet walking there before you knew it. There was no Mass going on, at this time of day - the place should be completely empty. 

You pushed open the heavy doors, and found that the church was almost empty - except for one. Gerard sat in the first pew, closest to the altar, his head bowed in prayer. 

His head snapped up, when the door slammed shut behind you. 

“Y/N?!” he gasped, turning around to look at you. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to pray,” you replied. “I didn’t know that you would be here.” 

“....I’ve been praying a great deal since I last saw you,” Gerard sighed. “Please, come sit down.” 

You walked to the front of the church, and slid into the pew beside him. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, concerned. “Is your head still….?”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “I had a pretty bad concussion, but I’m better now.” 

“Oh, thanks be to God!” Gerard cried, relieved. 

“Thanks be to you,” you corrected. “If you hadn’t sent that demon packing, he would have kept using his weird psychic powers to bash my skull in.” 

“It was only through God’s power, that I was able to exorcise Beelzebub,” Gerard shrugged. “But, thank you for being there to help me.”

“Of course,” you nodded. 

For a moment, there was an awkward silence. 

“....Father Geoff said he plans to schedule my ordination ceremony, for All Saint’s Day,” Gerard said finally. 

“That’s a month from today,” you realized. 

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. “In one month, I’m supposed to take my final vows of poverty, obedience, and chastity.” 

Chastity. You mulled this word over in your head for a moment. In Catholicism, priests were forbidden to have any type of sexual, or romantic, relationships. Their bodies and minds, belonged only to God.  

Gerard knew what the rules of priesthood were, when he decided to go to seminary school, you considered. He was okay with giving up being touched, for the rest of his life. 

“You’ve spent years, training to become a full-fledged priest,” you smiled faintly. “You must be very happy, to finally be reaching your goal.” 

“I should be happy,” Gerard sighed, “but I’m not.” 

“Why not?” you blinked. 

“Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Gerard confessed, in a low whisper, as if he didn’t want even God to hear it. 

Your eyes widened. “.....Me?” 

“Yes,” Gerard flushed. 

“Gerard…,” you asked hesitantly. “Was what the demon said, during the exorcism, true? Have you been having….lustful thoughts about me?” 

“I have,” Gerard admitted with shame. “God forgive me, but I have.”

“It’s okay..” you said softly. 

“It’s not!” Gerard argued. “I’m supposed to be a holy man! I’m not supposed to creep on some pious young woman.”

“I don’t think you’re creepy,” you said quietly. “The truth is…..I’ve been having lustful thoughts about you, too.” 

Gerard’s eyes widened. “.....Really?”

“Yes,” you blushed. “The moment I met you, I started thinking about your handsome face, and your soft hands. I wanted to be touched by them.”

“....I haven’t touched a woman since I entered the seminary,” Gerard hesitated. “I thought I was okay with that. I never missed it. But now? Ever since I left you at the hospital, I’ve been dreaming of taking you into my arms, and kissing you.” 

“Do it,” you said breathlessly. 

“I can’t!” Gerard argued. “I’ve spent the last four and a half years, training my hardest to become a clergyman. Now that I’m on the precipice of everything I’ve worked for, suddenly I fall into temptation?!” 

“Why?” you had to ask. “Why would you question your whole career, over someone you’ve only met once?” 

“....I’ve seen you more than once,” Gerard revealed. 

“Huh?” 

“It was on Christmas Eve, a year ago,” Gerard explained. “I was helping Father Geoff with midnight Mass. You came to church with your parents, wearing a gorgeous black dress.” 

“I remember that night,” you realized, “but I don’t remember seeing you there.” 

“I didn’t give the sermon,” Gerard recalled. “Geoff did, while I performed smaller tasks, like holding the chalice, during Communion.” 

“I was feeling kinda sick,” you remembered. “I didn’t take Communion that night, because I was worried I’d spread my germs to the rest of the congregation.” 

“After Mass ended,” Gerard went on, “I watched you leave the church. There was a homeless man, sitting outside. You walked over to a hot dog stand, and bought him a meal. Even though you were in fancy clothes, you sat and talked with him for a bit, while he ate.”

“It was just a hot dog,” you shrugged. “They’re only a couple dollars.”

“Only a couple dollars,” Gerard repeated, “and yet, every other person who had just left the church, walked past him, and refused to buy him one, when he begged, and said he was hungry.” 

“They just ignored him,” you frowned. “Like they think they’re better than him, or something.”

“Even on the holiest night of the year,” Gerard recalled fondly, “you were the only person who chose to be kind. To me, this was a Christ-like action.”

“Christ-like? Me? No way!” 

“I was fascinated by you, and I hoped I would see you again, at the next Mass,” Gerard admitted, “but, you never came back, after that.” 

“Yeah,” you sighed. “After Christmas break ended, I went back to college. During spring semester, I made some friends who were involved with Greek life. I started going to frat parties, and clubs, a lot more. I would usually get so drunk on Saturday nights, that I would be too hungover, to go to church, the next morning.” 

“I see,” Gerard nodded. You expected to him judge you, but there was none of that in his expression. 

“....I’ve decided I want to quit drinking,” you said seriously. “Especially after my car accident. Beelzebub wasn’t wrong….I really could have hurt someone.” 

“When I first started getting sober,” Gerard said empathetically, “I was a mess. I had made so many mistakes, driven so many people away. I didn’t know who I wanted to be. I didn’t even know, if I wanted to be. But….God saved me. Religion gave me a reason to live. A purpose. That’s why I decided, I wanted to thank God, by dedicating the rest of my life, to Him, and Him alone.” 

“But….what if that’s not God’s plan for you?” you asked. “What if He caused you to meet me, because He wants us to be together?” 

“Are you saying God wants me to kiss you?” Gerard replied, bewildered. 

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “But, I know that I want you to.” 

Gerard couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pounced on you with a passion that surprised you, knocking you backward onto the pew. His body covered yours as your lips met. 

His lips were even softer than his hands. It was like the floodgates had opened. Consumed with desire, you twisted your hands into his hair as he kissed you harder, deeper. You cried out, and the sound echoed against the walls of the empty cathedral. 

“We….we can’t do this here,” you gasped. “This is a house of God.”

“And I was meant to be a man of God,” Gerard panted. “But instead, I am now your man. I will be yours, as long as you will have me.”

“Have me right now,” you gasped, pulling him down onto you, for another searing kiss. “Have me forever.”