#in college i went to one salsa night and they laughed at me so I went home

[shelbgrey]

Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons:

Paring: Dean winchester x Singer!Reader

Summary: just some headcanons about Dean dating Bobby Singer's niece. -NSFW content warring.

A/n: the winner of the latest poll, there will be a new one up next week. I was so excited and suprised on how many people did the poll, my first one only had six and the latest one had over 100.

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Being Dean's girlfriend isn't always easy, but you get through it. So let's talk about it.

There was always something between you guys, but with your choice of life there was always something in the way.

You two practically grew up together, with Bobby being your uncle and John being his father you two were always around each other.

I think Dean also had a slight fear of Bobby, you were his niece and your practly his daughter.

Bobby wasn't clueless, he saw the way you two looked at each other. He wanted to kick Dean's teeth out, he's extremely over protective. Bobby also knew if anyone would keep you safe it wold be Dean.

“I know you'll take care of her”

On a side note, Bobby refuse to call you 'idjit'

The last thing he's said before he died was, “take care of my girl.. You idjits”

Anyway, Even if you two kept denying it or if your just clueless, everyone would know.

Other than Sam and Cas, your the only one he 100% trusts you. He'd trusts you with his life and your his partner in crime.

What makes your relationship stronger is that you started off as best friends and allies.

You always thought you were losing him, he would always have one night stands and there was Lisa. Of course they ment nothing to him, he just thought he'd never be good enough for you.

He thought you deserved better. “I'm not what you need...you deserve better”

That was the first time you opened your heart out to him, but he put his walls up. The he pretended like nothing happened... Until you went on one particularly hard hunt.

Everything was happing so fast thst neither one of you remember that night. There was blood everywhere and Dean did everything he could to save you, Castile healed you and Dean confessed something he's been wanting to since he was 18.

“I love you... Please don't leave me, I can't lose you”

Since everything moves fast in your lives you both decided to take things slow. Dispite his rugged appearance he's nothing but a gentleman to you.

He's extremely over protective of you, to the point hunts with him got annoying.

“I'm not some damsley in distress, Dean!”

He knows what a badass you are and he knows you can hold your own, but he can't help but be your shield.

That's really the only times you fight, your both very reckless and laugh in the face of danger. You guys stress each other out on hunts.

But, lets get to the good stuff now.

Your the only other person who can drive the impala, you'd rather just have him driving with you setting with him.

You guys love the same music, so your always singing on the top of your longs to old rock songs. Your guys song is Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band.

You always have to be sleeping next to each other to get a goods night rest, even when you weren't together you two shared a bed in the old motels.

Dean refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.

You bake the best pies in his opinion and Sam loves your homemade salsa.

When you guys moved into the bunker you guys made great use of the kitchen, Sam loves your guys cooking.

Speaking of Sam, he's one of your best friends. Cas is your first, but you and Sam have a long history together. You were even the first one to hear he got accepted into college.

We know Cas is like the Winchesters gardian angel, well Gabriel is yours.

About three years into yours and Dean's relationship you broke up, it was around the time Sam went to hell and you guys just pushed each other away.

Gabe knew you guys loved each other, so he worked really hard to get you back together. He did succeed.

You guys might argue about the little things, but he always know how to make them better.

You guys just like staying in and watching movies or Scooby-Doo. You guys love cuddling up in the Dean cave and just ignore the world for a few hours.

He loves cuddles, if your in bed or on the couch he needs to be holding you. He loves it when he's laying in bed and your lying on top of his chest.

He also loves it when you hold him, maybe after a rough hunt he'll love just rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

You love just being in his arms, there's no feeling better than that. He loves snaking his arms around you and resting his chin on your head because he just really needs to being close to you.

He's really just a big ol' teddy bear.

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He also loves it when you kiss his forehead. It just a small, loving gesture he absolutely loves.

If your cold you'll steal his flannels or his jackets, he had this black and red flannel that he now only sees if your wearing it.

when ever your busy doing research Dean always deliver a tiny kiss on your forehead. He'd just be walking by and he'll give you a quick kiss just to make you blush.

He's good a making you blush, he thinks it's adorable.

Trust is a big part of your relationship, you both had opened up about the abuse your fathers and dumped on you. That was the reason Bobby took you in, he could bare you being in the type of environment he grew up in.

With that Dean made a promise to never hurt or scare you. He refuses to lay a hurtful hand on you. It'll break his heart if you flinch away from him during an argument.

As much as you love Dean, demon Dean scares the hell out of you. The demon knew this and used it to his advantage. He Dean went back to normal he could barely look into your eyes. He blamed himself for the bruises around your neck the demon caused.

“I promised you I'd never hurt you... I'm so sorry” he said. “it's not your fault”

On a more positive side... You guys have lots of nicknames. You call him Deano or bub and he calls you just about anything but your actual name, Sweetheart is your favorite.

And with FBI names, you take a different approach. While he uses rock aliases you use actor or fictional names.

“agent Sweets, really?” he said playfully. “What? I like the show Bones”

Your like a mother to Claire, she loves you so much and your the only person she trusts other than Jody and the boys.

Speaking of Jody, she took you under her wing immediately. You never had a mother growing up so it was a relief to have her in your life.

You become a mother to Jack too, and your relationship hit a really bumpy road during that time. You hated how Dean treated Jack and it always turned into a fight.

“if you touch him, I swear to God, Dean!”

Den didn't want to be like his father and after awhile Dean's shell broke and he started to grow a soft spot for him, after your lives calmed down you both did end up adopting Jack.

But to legally do that you had to get married. You both wanted to get married so bad, but with your lives you never got the chance.

You weren't gonna get a white wedding, you knew that and Dean thought the Cort house wasn't good enough. So you got married in the church of Elvis in Las Vegas.

NSFW headcanons:

Dean prefers being on top and being the one in control.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

Bondeg kink, ropes, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.

definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.

car sex! All the way. loves to take you in the back of the impala, loving the way the windows fog up and the small area gets loud with the noises you make.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He would really get off on marking you up. He didn’t think he would, as it wasn’t something he thought too much about but when he did it there was no turning back.

He definitely has a Praise kink too, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

“you feel so amazing Sweetheart”

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

[sirenfromthelostcity]

College! Mizu x Dancer! Reader pt 2

I found this cute and old bachata song that I used to love when I was younger and I thought it'd be perfect for this. You don't have to listen to the song as you read this but I'll provide the link for it if y'all are curious about which one it is. I hope you like the song and what I wrote. Enjoy! <3

A/N: This started out as just like a blurb but kind of ended up being a bit of a story towards the end lol

Part 1

Rehearsing your choreography with Mizu got easier every session. The more you two practiced the more comfortable and confident she became with the dance.

Dancing with Miu was such a fun feeling. You loved the feeling of her hand wrapped around your waist while the other was entwined with yours. The dance also ended with her dipping you and although you ended up falling and laughing on the floor a few times, she eventually perfected the move. And boy did you love staring into those blue eyes of hers as she securely held you by your waist.

The day finally came for your dance test. Mizu was a little nervous but you were actually fully and truly confident in the both of you.

"Look I know you're a little nervous but really there's no need. Mizu we've both worked really hard on this and I know we're gonna do amazing. Okay?"

"Okay," she nodded with you and delivered you a small smile.

"Great. Now let's go show these bitches how to do a kickass salsa dance," you grinned as you both excited your dorm and headed for your test.

After you perform your dance the both of you earned a really good reaction from the class. Grades wont be posted till later in the night but you were confident in your and Mizu’s performance.

To celebrate you and a few classmates decided to go to a club. You were a moderate drinker but mostly you all went for the great music. You invited Mizu who of course declined at first.

“Come out with me tonight. It’ll be fun and you deserve to celebrate with the rest of us!”

“I don’t know it’s not really my kind of scene.”

“But it’s Latin Night and they're gonna have a live band” you pleaded. “The place is a restaurant/club and their food is so good! They start clearing up some tables after 10 to dance but you’ll still be able to eat.”

If there's one thing that you learned about Mizu is that she is bribable with food and you began to see it on her face that she was seriously considering your invitation.

And now for the final nail.

“Also it’s my treat,” you innocently smiled to her.

"Y'know you can't just throw in 'my treat' every time you want me to do something," she sneered.

"But you told me begging never works and 'treating' you has been very effective so far."

"True, but I said begging never works when other people do it."

Your eyes slightly widen at what she implied and watched her as she put on her jacket and pocketed the keys to your dorm.

"Come on, lets go," she mumbled.

You squealed in joy and instinctively went to hug her. She stumbled at the impact but laughed and hugged you back.

When you got to the club you sat down with the rest out your classmates who decided to come out and ordered some food. You and Mizu were getting lots of compliments on your performance. One girl even pulled you aside and asked if the two of you were dating to which you confidently replied, "not yet."

Surprisingly, Mizu was having a really good time, mostly because the food was good but the music and vibes were also nice so she was genuinely enjoying herself.

That was until some tables were cleared for dancing and one of your classmates asked you to dance with him.

"You gonna be okay here for a bit?"

"Yeah, no, I'll be fine," she nodded but it wasn't too convincing to either of you.

"You sure? I don't want it to seem like I'm abandoning you, especially since I begged you to come with me."

"Don't worry about me. Go have fun, be in your element. I'll be here."

"Okay, just one quick song," you gently squeezed her shoulder before joining your friend on the dance floor.

Of course Mizu wanted to say no but she didn't want to hold you back and also you weren't together. It'd be weird if she expressed how much she disliked the idea of someone else dancing with you. Wouldn't it?

Her eyes were trained on you as you both danced. She loved the dress you picked out. It adorned you body in the most flattering way and flowed perfectly as you danced.

The dress looked lovely on you but she didn’t appreciate the hand placement of your current dance partner. In actuality his hands never strayed inappropriately but she just didn't care for them being on you at all.

A deep scowl was starting to form on her face and that's when she decided, although she wasn't much of a drinker, she needed one to cool off.

She walked to the bar and ordered herself a long island iced tea. At least now she had something to fidget with.

She’s so fixated on you she barely notices a girl is trying to hit on her.

“Hey, you’re Mizu right?”

“Yeah,” she dryly mumbled, eyes still trained on you.

“I thought your performance with (y/n) was really good!”

“Thanks,” she sipped from her drink. “It was all (y/n), she choreographed everything. I just stepped in as a favor.”

“Aw c’mon you’re telling me you didn’t improvise any of your moves?”

Mizu just slightly shook her head, relief taking over now that the song had at last concluded.

“Well,” she coyly rubbed on Mizu’s upper arm, finally succeeding in getting her to even look her way. “Maybe you can improvise some moves with me, or I'd be glad to show you some of mine.”

Mizu looked at her arm and then the girl, confounded and flustered by her actions. People had asked out Mizu in the past but no one's ever been this forward before.

“Umm…”

You were clapping for the band and thanking your partner for the dance, as that whole scene with Mizu was going on. The band announce their next song and you get excited as it's the one you asked them to play if they knew it [the song i linked]. However the excitement is quickly replaced with anger when you finally see the a girl, the same girl who had previously asked if you and Mizu were an item, feeling up on Mizu’s arm.

"Oh that little...!" you seethed.

If you were a cartoon smoke would be blowing out of your ears right now. You wasted no time in sauntering over and grabbing Mizu's hand and leading her to the dance floor.

"Hey partner, come dance with me," you spoke, directly eyeing the girl who invaded Mizu's space.

“I appreciate the save but I don’t know this dance,” Mizu warned as you reached the crowd of people dancing.

“Don’t worry it’s a really easy 4 step dance just do as I do��1…2…3….and 4….1….2….3…and 4..."

To Mizu's relief the dance actually was incredibly simple to learn. Pretty quickly she fell into rhythm with you and the music.

"Look at you go, now you can dance salsa and bachata," you praise as you twirl her.

"I owe it all to my amazing teacher," she praised back and actually went in to twirl you.

You gasped and laughed at the instant confidence Mizu seemed to have gained with the dance. A familiar and warm feeling began to bubble up in your chest. Maybe it was because of the music or the romantic lyrics. Or maybe it was because of how right it felt having Mizu's hands on you, to be dancing with her again. Regardless, you know the crush you had previously possessed for her has only grown stronger.

The song playing was one of your all time favorites, you couldn't help but mouth the lyrics as you both danced.

*Quiero ser tuyo enterito pero tengo miedo

Prométeme que no me vas a dejar sin tu amor

I'll give you my heart girl but you gotta promise

Promise you'll hold me, touch me, love me

Way past forever

Mizu spun you around and you giggled as you twirled, wishing you could live this moment forever. But sadly all good things must come to an end.

The song finally finished and everyone clapped at their performance. The band announced they were going to take a small break and that's when everyone scurried towards the bar.

"We can start heading back home now if you want," You said to Mizu.

"You sure?" Mizu asked, surprised that you wanted to leave early, it was just past 10:40PM.

"Yeah, I got an early class tomorrow. Did you have a good time?"

"Actually I did, maybe more than I had expected."

"Well, I'm glad," you smiled and quickly looked away, finding yourself not being able to look into her gorgeous blue eyes for too long.

Both you and Mizu said bye to your classmates, the girl who hit on Mizu was nowhere to be seen and secretly you were glad about that too. Mizu helped you put on your coat and together you two headed back to your dorm.

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A/N: This ending felt very MEH but I actually might make a final part 3 maybe see what happens when you get back to your dorm hmm? ;) I just felt like this already became longer than I was anticipating lol but I really hope y'all enjoyed it!

EDIT: i forgot to add the translation to the spanish part of the chorus

*I wanna be yours entirely but I’m scared

Promise me you won’t leave me without your love

Roughly that’s what it translates too! I adore this song y’all, to me its just so cute so i hope you like it 😭💖

[dumdumsun]

Wax and Wane

A/N: Welcome back, my luvs! Long time, no see... Oops. So sorry for the long ass wait, babes. I had a lot (and I mean a lot) going on. Many not-so-great times, I'm still trying to sort myself out after several nights of absolutely no sleep. And now I'm back in college, yay... Another big explanation for the lateness is the unfortunate fact that I just don't like s3 all that much, so half the time I was writing this, it was a trekking. That doesn't mean I didn't want to write this, because I did. When I wasn't writing for this, I was thinking about it all the time. And now all I can think about is the s4 book XD.

On the note about Will. Yes, I know, he was confirmed gay. You will see changes in the second chapter, so try and bear through he and Doc being a couple in this first one. I didn't want to make his character gay in my series until it was confirmed by someone from the show. Unfortunately, it wasn't confirmed until after s4 came out so... yeah. You'll be happy to see some changes and I'll be happy to not be labeled as homophobic anymore ❤️

For anyone who was on the first and second taglist, but do not see their handle in this one, plz lmk because it didn't let me tag a lot of you. And if you wanna be added to the list, then also lmk. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

Warnings: non-permanent heterosexual relationship between Will and Doc, mentions of blood and death

Word Count: 5692

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Chapter One: Suzie, Do You Copy?

Within the woods on a warm summer’s night sat a cabin belonging to Hawkins, Indiana’s finest police Chief, Jim Hopper. The Chief had been spending his evening as he usually did as of late, which consisted of Magnum P.I. episodes with some sort of snack clutched in his hands and shoved into his face in handfuls. His poison for this evening was a bag of Tostitos tortilla chips paired with a jar of salsa.

“Don’t look at the dogs, work the lock.”

He really did try to distract himself from the two teenagers in the other room. He promised that he wouldn’t watch their every move.

“Work the lock. Work the lock. Don’t look at the dogs.”

He was getting better at giving them space. At least, he was working on getting better. Glaring at the television, he threw another salsa-soaked chip into his mouth.

“You looked at the dogs.”

Hopper swiped up his beer can and took a hearty gulp of it. He shouldn’t even think about peeking at them. He promised himself that he would try to make this work. Setting his can down, he wiped his lips free of any alcohol before quickly glancing at the door to El’s room. And that was it. That was all it took. Very slowly, Hopper reclined his chair.

“Sometimes everything goes exactly as planned.”

The workings of his chair creaked the farther back he reclined. In the three-inch sliver between the door and the threshold, he could make out Mike Wheeler sitting on El’s bed, the sound of Corey Hart lowly playing from her radio. Curious, and maybe a bit accusatory already, he leaned back further.

“Sometimes it doesn’t.”

That was when he practically fumed at the sight of the Wheeler boy’s lips smashed against his daughter’s.

“Hey!” He shouted. Startled, the two looked up and El’s hand shot out, the door slamming shut. Angered even further, Hopper shot out of his seat. “Hey! Three-inch minimum! Leave the door open three inches!”

He went to burst into her room, but when he turned the doorknob, he found that it was locked. In disbelief, he jiggled the knob some more. “El, open this door. Open the-” He successfully threw the door open, frown deepening when he saw El sitting at the head of her bed with a look of feigned shock on her face, a book open in her hands. At the foot of her bed was Mike, a comic in his hands and wearing a smug smile.

“What’s wrong?” The boy nearly laughed.

After a hasty getaway, Mike was speeding down the street on his bike, his walkie wedged between his handlebar and his light. “My god, that was priceless! Did you see his face?!”

“It was like a tomato.” El laughed through the walkie.

“Yeah, a fat tomato.”

“I wish I was still with you.”

“I know. Me, too. But I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? First thing.”

“Tomorrow.”

With a smirk, he pedaled harder. After some time, he was beginning to see the neon lights of Starcourt Mall up ahead. The shopping center had become the ultimate location for the residents of Hawkins to shop, eat and seek entertainment. It was the usual spot for the Party to unite and spend time together. Minus El, for she was still keeping her head down for another six months before she was free to become a member of society.

At the sound of another pair of tires against asphalt concrete, Mike looked to his left to see his sister rolling up next to him on her own bike. Although it had been nearly seven months now, Mike was still adjusting to the changes he saw within Doc. Yes, she obviously was getting older, they all were; her hair had grown out even more over the months, her facial features were gaining structure and losing their babyness, she was definitely getting taller, though he did like to tease that in the future their height would settle and he would tower over her still.

“You’re late again.” He smirked, the girl widening her eyes with a grin.

“So are you.”

“Where’ve you even been?”

“Well, I was at the pool all day with the girls, but we went back to Brenda’s with her mom.”

That was another change Mike was getting used to. As if a flip had been switched, Doc had suddenly started spending much more time with Brenda and Sheriece. He noticed that in the past, she was so worried about being in the Party that the two girls would be sidelined and nearly forgotten, only receiving Doc’s attention when Mike would shove her aside and exclude her. Once she was welcomed in the Party, she spent even less time with her friends.

Lately, though, ever since the spring, Brenda and Sheriece were the only words coming from her mouth. Every weekend, she was either sleeping over at their house or Mike was covering his ears at night to muffle their giggles when she would host a sleepover. He was glad his sister was balancing her friend groups, but he wondered if she would be able to breathe air being away from the two of them. They had quite the influence on her as well.

Growing up, Doc never came across as the “girly” type, but now all she cared about were her looks. In the past, he could count on his hands how many times he’s seen her casually wear a dress and now, right beside him, she was wearing a denim overall dress on top of a yellow blouse. Instead of her signature black-and-red rollerskates were a pair of white converses, yellow socks peeking out. She hardly ever wore her skates anymore.

“I’ll race you there.”

“You’re on!”

He sometimes missed his sister, but he knew that she deserved this happiness. That wasn’t to say she never spent time with the Party. It was just that when she did, she was a bit distant. Mike knew that part of the reason Doc was pulling away was because of what happened last November. When Will had been possessed by the Mind Flayer, she used an excessive amount of power to save him, El closing the gate and ending it all. At least, that was the theory the two of them came up with. They couldn’t think of any other reason her power would vanish like that.

In the following months, whenever she was around the Party, it seemed like her smile stretched just a bit too far and that her laughs were a little forced.

Arriving at Starcourt Mall, the two rode through the parking lot littered with cars and moving people before they reached the bike rack near the entrance, Doc triumphantly reaching it first. Though, the victory was short-lived when she saw three figures standing there expectantly.

“You’re late.” Lucas crossed his arms as the two hopped off their bikes.

“Sorry.” She whispered.

“Again!”

“Sorry!” Mike sighed as Max came up behind her boyfriend.

“We’re gonna miss the opening.” Will chided.

“Yeah, if you guys keep whining about it. Let’s go!”

Lucas mocked his friend's words as the Party followed Mike into the mall. When she caught up to Will, Doc threw her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Missed you.”

“Yeah,” He quietly chuckled, gently patting her hands. “Missed you, too.”

Doc giggled and pulled away enough for just one arm to be wrapped around him, Will moving a hand to the middle of her back as they tuned in to their friends’ conversation.

“Let me guess,” Lucas teased. “You were busy.”

Mike cringed at the kissy noises his friend made. “Oh, yeah, real mature, Lucas.”

“‘Oh, El, I wish we could make out forever, and never hang out with any of our friends’.”

“Lucas, stop.” Max sighed.

“Will thinks it’s funny.” He motioned to said boy, who was snickering next to his girlfriend.

“Because it is.” Will agreed, Mike rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s so funny that I want to spend romantic time with my girlfriend.”

Amused by his sarcasm, Lucas wrapped an arm around Max’s shoulders and pulled her close. “I’m spending romantic time with my girlfriend.”

Doc chuckled at Max’s attempt to keep her growing smile at bay, but it was no use. At her laugh, Will looked over at her, receiving a quick peck to the lips, the tips of his ears burning a bright red in response. As the five hurriedly moved through crowds of people with hushed apologies, Will tried desperately to keep up with Doc, who was pulling him along with her by the hand.

If tallies had to be kept, Will would have the most out of all the Party members to spend the most time with Doc. This was foreseeable since the two had been inseparable for the past year and a half. Through thick and thin, the two of them remained a couple. Even the moments when Will couldn’t even remember his girlfriend. When Doc wasn’t with Brenda and Sheriece, you could find her in Castle Byers with her boyfriend, the boy coming up with D&D campaigns while she talked his ear off about what new designs she was brainstorming. And yes, even those times were brief compared to what she gave the two girls.

“Hey, watch it!” A girl shouted when Mike stumbled into her.

“Yeah! Watch it, nerd!”

The Party’s attention was brought to Erica Sinclair, sitting and enjoying ice cream cones with her posse. Doc always did admire the girl’s spunk, which was much more than Lucas could say.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Isn’t it time you died?”

“Psycho!”

“Butthead!”

“Mall rat!”

“Fart face!”

With nothing else to quip with, Lucas stuck his tongue out at her and blew a raspberry before Max grabbed him by the elbow. “Oh, now that was mature.” She scolded before pulling him with her and the others into the Scoops Ahoy ice cream parlor.

The place was full of customers, as per usual, but no line was formed at the register. Mike led his group right up to the very disinterested employee. She wore a red, white and navy blue sailor costume with an embarrassingly adorable sailor hat atop her light brown bob. With very intense eye contact, Mike annoyingly rang the bell at the counter repeatedly.

“Hey, dingus, your children are here.”

Behind her, the glass doors slid open to reveal The Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington in a similar costume, his luscious locs concealed by the sailor hat. With an unimpressed look, he leaned on the counter. “Again? Seriously?”

Mike rang the bell one more time in response.

Disgruntled, Steve led the five kids to the back of the parlor and opened the door for them. One by one, they all filed out and into the hall. “Come on, come on.” He urged them. “I swear, if anybody hears about this-”

“We’re dead!” They called back. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, Steve returned to work, the door closing behind him. Those kids would be the death of him one day.

Within the halls of the theater, the employee door opened, Mike peeking his head out and looking around. “All clear.” He nodded, pushing the door open and quickly leading his friends down the hall until they reached a theater next to a poster advertising Day of the Dead. The Party was lucky enough to find five empty seats in two of the middle rows. Doc, Mike and Will took the open three while Max and Lucas took the two in front of them. “See, Lucas? We made it.”

“We missed the previews.” He whispered back.

“Still made it. Fart face.” Max playfully snickered, her boyfriend making a face at her before they were shushed by a stranger.

As the movie started up, Will opened up his backpack and passed smuggled snacks to his friends in front of him. He then turned to his right to pass some to Mike, then to his left to Doc, earning a sweet smile from her. Silence fell over the audience as the screen brightened with the opening of the movie. Doc didn’t recognize the actress she was presented with, (her mother would easily tell her it was Lori Cardille) but the opening scene already disturbed her.

The way the woman sat alone in a white room, staring at a calendar, surfaced so many unwanted memories to Doc’s mind. Faint memories of a white room where she would color, or where she would perform tests for Dr Martin Brenner, or when the guards would punish her for failing. She tried her best to keep them at bay so that she could enjoy the movie, but the chilling music accompanying the film didn’t help. Absently, her hand found Will’s and their fingers intertwined and locked. Sensing her unease, he gave her a comforting squeeze.

Before the movie could progress any further, the audio slowed to a stop as the screen went dark, sending the audience into a fit of groans and dissatisfied exclamations. Unbeknownst to them, this had happened with every other theater and spread to the entire mall. Lights vanished, fountains fell, escalators and mini-carousels came to abrupt stops. When the power outage reached Scoops Ahoy, Steve snapped his head up.

“That’s weird.” He hummed, strolling over to the light switch and flipping it down, then up, then down, then up, then down, then up-

“That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” His coworker rolled her eyes.

“Oh, really?” He challenged, flicking the switch even faster, much to her annoyance.

The outage reached the rest of Hawkins, bathing the entire town in darkness. A presence loomed over them all. It was a presence that was banished, but not defeated. It promised destruction, it promised bloodshed, and it promised a meeting with a certain group of young teens.

It was a presence that Doc couldn’t feel, even if it was right in front of her.

Within seconds, Hawkins brightened and Starcourt was neon once again. The lights returned, the fountains sprouted, and people jerked forward with the sudden movement of the escalators and carousels. At Scoops Ahoy, Steve had just flicked the switch up when the parlor lit up once again. He smugly shrugged at his coworker and returned to the counter.

“Let there be light.”

In the theaters, the crowd erupted into cheers when the projector came to life and brought their movie back to them. Unlike everyone else, though, Will’s smile began to fade. That presence, though Doc couldn’t feel it, was still there. And he could definitely feel it. His body stiffened as he reached a hand to graze the goosebumps formed on the back of his neck. The cheering around him was swallowed by a memory of November.

He tried to run. The sort of shadow being, rising tall enough to tower over everyone, everything. The sky lit up in a frightening red as the storm brewed behind the creature. No matter how fast he ran, it was always right there. Even as he screamed, it came nearer. And nearer. Until it had nowhere else to go but within him, forcing its way into his being.

And another memory.

Will and Doc’s screams filled the room as the dark entity flooded out of every place in the boy’s face it had entered before. It swirled up to the ceiling as a way to collect itself, and when it was done, it bolted out of the cabin, crashing through the door.

“Hey.”

Will let out a startled gasp and ripped his hand away from his neck as he turned to Mike’s concerned eyes. He gave his friend a quick once-over. “You okay?”

Will blinked. “Y-Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” He nodded. Hesitantly, Mike turned back to the screen. Will let out a slow breath and moved his gaze over to Doc, who hadn’t even noticed his current state. She was just like that recently, very unaware, a bit inconsiderate. In this case, though, he was grateful for it. He didn’t want her worrying. She was finally happy.

So, he held her hand tighter and went back to watching the movie.

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Nancy shot up in bed, heart hammering in her chest.

“Shit!”

She hurriedly reached over to her wrist watch on the nightstand and widened her eyes at the time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Wh- What’s wrong?” Jonathan sat up beside her, tired and discombobulated.

“It’s almost nine.”

“What?!” He moved his blanket to see that his alarm clock blinked twelve o’clock.

“We forgot to reset the clocks. The power went out last night, remember?”

Cursing aloud, Jonathan scrambled out of bed with his girlfriend and hurriedly got dressed. After slipping on his shirt, he dived across the other side of the bed to reach his pants, falling to the ground as he tried to shove his legs in. Nancy got dressed much faster than him and hurried to his window. Her purse flew outside, then her shoes before she hopped out the window to make an escape to the car. Jonathan was in the process of finishing the last couple buttons on his shirt as he walked out of his room.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Joyce rushed over to him. “Wait up.”

“Oh, no, I’ll eat at work. I’m late.”

“No.” She reached up and used her thumb to wipe away the kissy mark on his face. “Your cheek.”

With an embarrassed chuckle, he moved her hand away and backed into the living room. “Alright, alright. I gotta run.”

“Alright.” Joyce threw her hands up in surrender.

“See you later.” He called out before he disappeared out the door.

“Ugh. Gross.” Will muttered as his mother returned to the kitchen table.

Joyce snickered. “Oh, don’t be like that. You and (Y/N) can be gross sometimes, too.”

He stiffened as he twisted the top off of the syrup. “We are not like that.”

“You might be when you’re older.” She nudged him as she picked up her fork to resume her breakfast. Will irritably sighed.

“I doubt that.”

“Okay.” Her attention was brought to the mess on the floor in front of the fridge. “Hey. What happened here?” She asked as she rose to her feet and walked over to the papers and magnets in a pile on the floor.

“I don’t know.” Will shrugged and returned to his food. Joyce sighed and crouched down, sticking papers back onto the fridge. When she got to the last one, a bittersweet smile graced her features as her heart swelled in affection. Pursing her lips to suppress a tremble, she stood back up and hung the drawing Will had made of a true hero back in its rightful place.

Bob Newby. Superhero.

On the road, Jonathan drove as fast as he could with Nancy hurriedly doing her makeup in the passenger seat, eyes glued to her mirror. “Can you please drive faster?”

“Do you wanna break down?” He tried a smile as he patted the dashboard. “We’re lucky this thing still drives at all.”

“I’m serious, Jonathan, I can’t be late.”

“You mean we can’t be late.”

“No, I mean I can’t be late. They like you no matter what you do.”

“Hey, they like you, too.” He gently patted her knee.

“Yeah. They like that I’m a coffee delivery machine. They don’t actually like me or respect me as a living, breathing human with a brain.”

Once again, he tried gently rubbing her leg in a comforting manner as he gave her another smile. “Hey, you just gotta be patient, okay? They’re set in their ways, you know? But… once they realize what a gifted writer you are, they’ll come around.”

“I really don’t need a Jonathan Byers pep talk right now.” She snapped. “Can you just… please, drive faster?”

He sighed, speeding up the car the best he could. “Okay…”

Crossing their path on the other side of the road was a car belonging to Claudia Henderson. Beside her in the passenger seat was her son, headset on as he repeated the same phrase.

“This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.”

Not even a second later, he tried again.

“This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.”

His tone grew irritable and impatient.

“I repeat. This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.”

Then, he snapped.

“I repeat. This is goddamn Gold Leader-”

“Dusty!” Claudia scolded.

“What?!”

“Relax! For goodness’ sake.”

“I’m in range. They should be answering.”

“You’ve been away a whole month, honeybun.” She shrugged. “Maybe they just… forgot.”

Just in her tone, he knew his mother didn’t want to say it. Maybe because she knew there was some truth to it. Mike and El were together, Lucas and Max were together, Doc had lots of exciting things going on, a new mall opened up. Everything was changing while he was gone, but he didn’t think it would completely wipe the memory of him from his friends’ minds. They had to remember he was coming home. 

They had to remember.

After his mother dropped him off at home, he made a beeline to his room. With a defeated sigh, he plopped his duffle bag on his bed and sat down beside it, burying his face into his hands. His first day back and he had no plans to spend time with any of his friends. His face brightened just a bit when he noticed his beloved Yertle, comfortably in his new terrarium.

“At least someone’s happy I’m home.” He quietly chuckled. Suddenly, a robotic voice startled him into a standing position. Every toy in his room that moved or made noise sounded and grouped together in the middle of his floor. His R2D2, his chimp that banged its cymbals, his toy tank that made shooting noises, all of them. He looked even mildly offended when one of his toys spit little rings at his chest.

This wasn’t right. None of this was. He began panicking, hoping that he wasn’t making yet another strange discovery having to deal with supernatural powers. He noticed that his toys were filing out of his room and into the hallways. So, quickly thinking, he grabbed his choice of weapon off his desk.

The Farrah Fawcett spray never failed him before, and it wouldn’t now.

Dustin let the weapon leave the room before him, stepping out into the hall and cautiously following his line of toys. “It’s just a dream.” He told himself. “You’re dreaming.”

Behind the wall that separated the living room and kitchen stood Max, her back against the wall as she stealthily watched Dustin follow the toys in the living room. She turned to Lucas, who stood next to her. He grinned and turned to Doc, who turned to Will, who turned to Mike, who turned to El.

“Now!” He whispered. El opened her eyes, blood dribbling from her nose.

All at once, the toys powered down in the middle of the living room. Confused, Dustin ran over to them and knelt down, lifting them up one by one to examine them. His friends silently crept up behind him, noise makers ready in their mouths, Lucas holding a banner they all made that read WELCOME HOME DUSTIN.

As Lucas properly held up the banner, everyone looked to Max. She excitedly held up her fingers to signal them.

One.

Two.

Three.

At once, everyone happily sounded their noisemakers, but they immediately stopped when Dustin fearfully screamed and spun around, assaulting Lucas’s eyes with his hairspray.

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“Cannonball!”

Happy cheering, splashing of water, and chanting of ‘marco, polo’ brought the joy that radiated from Hawkins’s public pool. If there was any other place in town that was as lively as the mall, it was the pool. It was the perfect spot for parents to cool off while letting their children blow off steam, all while socializing.

And socializing Karen Wheeler did. She sat perched upon her lawn chair, a romance novel in one hand and a coke can in the other, the tip of her straw stained pink with her lipstick. On either side of her were some of the other stay-at-home mothers of Maple Street. She was so engrossed in her novel that she almost didn’t catch what the woman beside her said.

“Ladies,” She tilted her sunglasses to the edge of her nose. “She’s coming down.”

Upon seeing Heather Holloway descend her post on the lifeguard’s chair, the four straightened their posture, checked their hair, got into seductive poses, and turned to the pool shed.

The door opened to reveal Hawkins’s heartthrob, Billy Hargrove. His shirtless body glistened in the sun, his gorgeous blond curls moved with the very light breeze, his dazzling blue eyes were concealed by his sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose. After discarding his cigarette, he began his stroll towards his chair. His gaze scanned the entire area in search of anything he had control over. It was his shift, this was his turf, and he called the shots.

He knew every girl in Hawkins had eyes on him, but that wasn’t his focus at the moment. There was something at this pool, something not quite right, that he needed to take into his hands. Catching sight of it, his whistle that sat around his neck and on his chest was lifted to his lips before he blew into it. Instantly, the entire pool went silent and everyone’s attention was brought to a chubby little boy who was caught red-handed, running around the pool. At the sound of the whistle, the poor victim froze in his spot.

“Hey, lard-ass!” Billy bellowed. “No running on my watch! I gotta warn you again, and you’re banned for life. You wanna be banned, lard-ass?”

Timidly, he shook his head.

“Didn’t think so.”

And, with a blow of his whistle, the pool unpaused. Only this time, the little boy walked away with his head down. Satisfied, Billy continued his stroll. When he noticed the Maple Street Mothers, he nodded to them in greeting. “Afternoon, ladies.”

“Afternoon, Billy.” They seductively responded in unison.

“Dig the new suit, Mrs Wheeler.” A small smirk quirked on his lips.

“Thank you.” Karen grinned.

Billy turned the corner before climbing the small ladder and taking place on his throne. It was a safe distance away from the mothers to gawk and drool over him without him noticing. But he knew they were, and they knew he knew, and they loved it. A nice piece of meat didn’t come often in Hawkins, so it was only logical that the eager women would feast their eyes upon him any moment they could.

The woman of the Wheeler residence was lucky enough to get him in her house last fall when he was looking for his stepsister. She had hardly been wearing any clothes upon their first interaction and the way he looked at her sent her skin blazing. She was never able to quite shake that feeling he gave her, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. He was brilliant, he was beautiful, he was powerful and he knew it.

And Karen Wheeler was all in.

From in the pool, a head of chocolate brown hair surfaced from the water. Brenda wiped at her face to clear her vision. “How long was that?”

“Ugh, look, girl.” Sheriece mumbled, her eyes glued to the mothers. “That is so gross.”

“I know.” Brenda rolled her eyes. “Could you imagine the look on (Y/N)’s face if she saw the way her mom was staring at Billy Hargrove?”

Sheriece sadly sighed. “I miss my friend.”

“Me, too,” The brunette floated on her back. “But she can’t be here, she’s celebrating Dustin.”

A moment of silence sat between them before they started giddily giggling about the Henderson boy.

In a much quieter and vacant part of Hawkins was the downtown area. With the opening of Starcourt Mall, many small businesses had closed down, much to the townees’ distress. The only form of business that was lively in the downtown area was The Hawkins Post. Which was Nancy’s current destination.

She tried to calm her breathing as she sped down the sidewalk to her place of work, a brown bag clutched in one hand. She checked her watch again and again worriedly as she sped up her pace. She could not be late. She could not.

Entering the building, she quickly and politely set down sandwiches on the desks of the writers, the ladies thanking Nancy as their gazes hardly left their work. Her next stop was the darkroom. As usual, she completely ignored the warning sign and pushed the door wide open. Jonathan, bathed in red like the rest of the room, frantically turned to her.

“Oh, no, no, no, no! Nancy!”

“Sorry.” She whispered and set his sandwich down. With an eye roll at his dramatic behavior, she shut the door and headed for the lion’s den. Pushing open the glass door to the conference room, she began passing out sandwiches to her superiors all sat together at the table as they passed around ideas for the front page of the paper.

“How about a piece on Iran?”

“I want something local.”

“I hear there’s a beauty pageant at the fair this year.”

“Yeah, I’m looking for above the fold here, Bruce.”

“Then clearly you haven’t seen Lucy Lebrock,” Bruce cupped his hands at his chest to mimic breasts. “...because I’m not sure she’ll fit above the fold!”

The men erupted into laughter, Nancy cutting a look to Bruce as she set his sandwich down for him. “Fellas!” Their boss called out. “In six hours, we go to print. I need something real.”

“Oh, I think they’re real.”

As the men laughed again, Nancy paused at the door. She had no more sandwiches to hand out. She wasn’t needed here anymore. But she so clearly was. These men didn’t know the first thing about stories worth reading. At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if the headline of the paper read about some missing dog on a cul-de-sac. Inhaling deeply, she dove right into untrifled water.

“What about Starcourt?”

The room went silent as all eyes were on her, some eyes on other parts of her. She tried to ignore it as she continued. “I-I was just… thinking…” A deadly thing for a woman to do. “I mean, I know everyone loves the mall, but… how many small businesses have closed since it opened? Like, five on Main, at least. It’s changing the fabric of our town in a way-”

“‘The Death of Small-Town America’.” Bruce pitched a headline idea, receiving a hopeful nod from her. “I like it. I like it a lot. But I think I’ve got something even spicier. It’s about… the missing mustard on my hamburger!”

Once again, the room exploded into laughter as Nancy’s eyes flitted away defeatedly.

“You think you can follow the clues and solve the case of the missing condiment, Nancy Drew?” He mocked above the laughter.

“Sorry.” She whispered and took the sandwich back. Breathing in through her nose and out her mouth, she threw the door open and hurried out of the room as Bruce taunted,

“Look out, Phil, she might be after your job!”

At the Henderson residence, Lucas had his head in the kitchen sink, warm water running over his assaulted eyes. He winced and hissed in pain as he slowly stood up straight, slowly blinking as he tried to regulate his sight. He’d kill Dustin for this.

“Better?” Max asked in front of him.

“Still stings.” He sighed out. Blinking some more, his vision began to clear as he noticed a red dot on his girlfriend’s forehead. “Is that a new zit?”

Max widened her eyes and grabbed hold of the back of his head. “What is wrong with you?”

“I was just asking!” He screamed out in pain as his face was shoved back into the stream of water.

In Dustin’s bedroom, the boy was excitedly showing off his contraptions he had gotten from camp. He was currently showing off a device that resembled a windmill, using his other hand to crank and spin it. “I call it the Forever Clock. Alright? Powered by wind. Very useful in the apocalypse.”

He handed it off to Doc, who held one side of it, Will holding the other. They both stared at it in wonder as Dustin took out another contraption. This one was a hammer with several objects stuck to its handle.

“Then I give you…” He pressed some sort of button that made the hammer shake. “...the Slammer.” He chuckled as El, attached to Mike’s arm, moved away from it. Doc and Will were only partially paying attention, Doc attempting to make the Forever Clock move by blowing on it, Will watching her in interest.

“Pretty neat, huh? But this…” He put the Slammer away and picked up his duffel bag, grunting as he plopped it on the ground. They knelt down with him, Doc putting the object in her hands off to the side. “...this is my masterpiece.”

He unzipped the bag with a grin on his face. “I would like you to meet… Cerebro.”

The four stared at the millions of pieces within the bag. Nothing was formed, which made it hard for them to understand what Dustin was showing them. “What exactly are we looking at here?” Mike voiced their confusion.

“An unassembled one-of-a-kind battery-powered radio tower.”

The room did not match the enthusiasm Dustin possessed. Will slowly nodded. “So, it’s a… a ham radio.”

“The Cadillac of ham radios. This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast distances. I’m talking North Pole to South.”

“That’s actually pretty cool.” Doc shared a nod with her boyfriend, who looked on his other side to see that Mike and El were still not impressed.

“It’s more than ‘pretty cool’, Doc. With this baby, I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.”

Now there was something that got their attention.

“Girlfriend?!”

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oh god what am I doing!!!!! I can’t dance.......... like really I can’t. I’m genetically incapable. what am I doing!?

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Mark of the Beast

Please be kind. I haven’t written werewolves before and this is an unedited drabble I did to distract myself. Hope you enjoy werewolf!Thor and needless to say it’s dark.

Reblog and comment if you like, please and thank you.

Warnings: noncon and rape, exophilia, blood, biting.

You sat along the edge of the yard, just at one of those picnic tables set with chips, salsa, and other finger foods; most of it crumbs and smears as the night wore on. The fire licked up into the sky as the strangers chatter drunkenly, laugh loudly, and sing and dance wildly to the music floating from the bassy bluetooth speaker.

Parties were never your scene and you don’t know why you agreed to come. You didn’t even know why you were asked. You never were the fun friend, hell you were often the forgotten one. The one who found out they weren’t invited or when you were privileged enough to be asked along, it was because someone else fell through.

Well you couldn’t take another night in your boxy apartment, sitting there alone as you watched the same shows over and over again. Restless as nothing ever seemed to change and yet time continued to pass you by.

You noticed how as the sky darkened, the guests began to couple up and trickle away from the flames of the tiki torches and the empty keg. You thought this kind of thing was better left to college kids. 

The early summer night was cool and dull blue as clouds streaked the sky. You hadn’t seen the sun directly since noon and it cast an odd haze over the party. Even so, there had been much screaming and shrieking on the oversized slip and slide. Again, these people, you included, were too old to be throwing their drunken bodies around.

Valerie giggled as she hung off the slender man with the black hair. He wore a green button up and black jeans. His clothes were pressed and pristine. He looked out of place amid the group. He looked like you felt.

She grabbed his collar and led him away from the few stragglers still grinding around to the retro tones of TLC. You stood as she headed for the trees. She was your ride and you didn’t feel like staying all night so she could get laid by some stranger. You didn’t even know how she got invited to this.

The sky shifted and dimmed a little more. You collided with a large body as you made to catch up with Valerie. You recognized the blonde man. He’d been lurking throughout the night, socializing over the top of red plastic cup, at one point chatting with the black-haired man Valerie was flirting with and helping tap the keg when it was overturned in some dumb stunt.

“Oh, excuse me,” you said as his large hand settled on your arm, “um, I’m just…”

“You don’t like the party?” he asked in his booming voice.

“What? No, I--”

“You’ve been hiding over here all night,” he said, “and you haven’t looked very happy about it.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” you countered.

“Well, this is my party,” he said lightly, “Thor.”

He removed his hand from your arm and offered it to you. You looked at it reluctantly then glanced around him.

“I’m here with my friend. We should probably go--”

“The one who just disappeared with my brother?” he chuckled, “I don’t think you want to walk in on that.”

“Then maybe I’ll just call a cab,” you shrugged, “but I should get--”

“Why did you come? To glower in the corner and feel sorry for yourself?”

“No, I… you don’t know me.”

“No, I do not but that is not my doing. You sit here and isolate yourself to the point that anyone who approaches you, cannot break that barrier you’ve put up. The one you blame on those around you but you’re the only one enforcing it,” his blue eyes were pale, almost silver as the clouds darkened, and you realised in that moment how big he was.

“I didn’t ask for your--”

“You wouldn’t know what to ask for if you found the nerve,” he gave a crooked smile, “you don’t know what you want, what you need.”

He leaned in as his voice turned to a growl, something animalistic as he leaned in and his shadow shut out the sky.

“I know I want to leave,” you said as you stepped back, only to hit the low bench behind you.

“Did you not notice?” he asked.

“Notice what?” you sidled along the wood and he stopped you, this time his fingers gripped your arm tightly.

“That everyone else is gone. They’ve found their mate…” he lowered his voice to a gristle, “the moon is close and they must consummate their pairing.”

“What are you--” you gasped as you saw the way his canines pointed dangerously and grazed along his lip.

“All in my pack made their claim,” he whispered as he leaned in and the silver moon flickered behind the wisping clouds, “I’m making mine.”

“Get off--”

Suddenly you were spun around and flung so you landed in the grass, your knees and the heels of your hands scraping against the twigs and pebbles. Before you could try to stand or turn, he was behind you. His large hands braced your throat and he pulled you onto your knees so that your back was to his torso as he lowered himself behind you.

His nose tickled your ear as he inhaled your scent and a growl crackled in his throat. His fingers tightened and you felt sharp claws prodding at your flesh. His breath picked up as you felt his body tremble. The clouds parted at last and the full moon painted the grass silver.

“You have no purpose, I see it,” his voice grinded roughly, “you are lost but I have found you…”

“Let me--” you rasped and wheezed as he choked you harder.

“You don’t know. How can you realise that I have chosen you for a greater need?” he slid one hand to the back of your neck and pushed you down sharply so that you were face down in the grass, “I can smell it on you… ripe for a pup.”

He flipped your over harshly and his hand pressed to your jaw as he squeezed it painfully. You grasped his wrist in terror as the moon limned the fine fur that had risen across his skin, his long blonde hair blending into his thick main as his eyes glowed eerily.

“I… I...what are you?”

“What are you?” he repeated back, “can you tell me that?”

“Please, don’t--”

“You’re mine,” he snarled as he dragged a long nail over your shirt and sliced through the fabric easily, his other hand still framed your jaw, “if you survive, you will carry my pup, if you don’t… an honourable death.”

You slapped at his hand as his fingers hooked in the front of your jeans and he janked them down in a single motion. Your panties caught in the denim as he brought his foot up to push them down to your ankles. He pushed his knee between your thighs and dug a nail into your hip. Hot blood rose around his claw.

“I can smell it all. The loneliness, the desperation, the fear… it’s delicious.”

His claw flicked over your clit lightly as he pushed your folds apart. He played with you as you squirmed helplessly and gripped his arm, one hand on his wrist and the other on his bicep.

“No, no--” you murmured as your body went into shock, the pleasure of his teasing like a muffled shout in your core.

When his hand moved from your cunt, you felt its absence more intensely. He brought his other knee between your legs and pushed them further apart until your jeans slipped from one ankle. He lifted your left leg and hooked his arm under it and leaned on you as he lined himself up.

You pushed on his chest as the moonlight limned his silhouette above you and clenched as he prodded against your entrance. He cradled your face and dropped his head down beside yours as he pinned you under his weight, your leg bent uncomfortably as your other splayed against his hip.

He poked at your resistance and when he finally pushed through, you cried out into the night. He was thick, so thick, and when you thought you could handle no more, he pushed further in. You strained around his cock as he snapped his hips up and when he filled you entirely, you whimpered as you felt him in your stomach.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as his hot breath tickled along the crook of your neck. He pulled back and you let go of the breath in your chest only to suck it back in as he thrust sharply. You whined as he jolted your entire body and sank his teeth into your flesh. The shock of pain mingled in your core and filled your veins with an irresistible heat. He removed his fangs from you and dragged his bloodied lips down your neck.

“If you fight it, you will suffer,” he purred, “give in… you feel it, don’t you?”

He rutted faster as his breath kept time with his hips. Your body was alight against the cool grass as your eyes rolled back. Your moans added to your horror as they rose without thought, roused by the friction of his pelvis against yours and the slapping of flesh on flesh.

He fucked you faster and harder with each tilt and held your head between two hands as he looked down at you. His thumbs rubbed your cheekbones as he kissed you hungrily and the taste of your own blood stained your lips.

You felt hollow and light. The weight of him faded and you were on high and your lashes fluttered as the silver nights and his dark shadowed coloured your vision. You curled your fingers over your chest as you came and arched beneath him like a wild animal. The orgasm sent heat through you from head to toe and you whined and whimpered desperately.

Thor hammered into you even harder and his growls filled your head. He snaked his arm under you and slammed his hips down so viciously that every bone in your body ached.

“Oh, little one,” he snarled, “you take me so well…” his thumb brushed over the bite on your neck, “you wear my mark like a true bitch.”

He buried himself completely and panted rampantly as he spasmed. His cum flooded you and seeped and squelched around him as he gave a final thrust. He held himself as deep as he could and nuzzled your cheek as the smell of his sweat filled your lungs.

“Mine,” his teeth brushed against you and you shivered as a sudden fatigue weighted your eyelids, “that’s it…” his voice grew further and further away, “let it take you, little one.”

[mercifulbutbroken]

Hey there! Got an idea for a Christmas-themed fic where Jacob Rose finally reunites with Ellie, inspired by the song “Same Auld Lang Syne” by Dan Fogelberg. Go nuts! :)

Thank you so much for the ask! I never knew about this song, it’s a nice little tune ^^ As always the AO3 link is here. I hope you enjoy this short story.

The cold air blew away as Jacob slipped into the small grocery store, an overused Christmas jingle greeting him as snow-covered boots were brushed off. He looked around, scanning the product-filled shelves. This was the one place that was usually crowded, at times like these.

And crowds meant cover. Hey, they were, plus they shared a few letters.

Pushing past the crowds surround the tiny fake trees, feeling around, (and successfully) snatching one small wallet. Dipping into the snack aisle, Jacob opened it up.

A few crisp bills and a handful of coins. Score. This could get him a bit more food tonight.

Grabbing an unused shopping basket, and another unattended purse off an old man peering at salsa jars, Jacob ventured further and further into the store, grabbing a few snacks along the way. Eventually, the back of the store remained, and as Jacob went to grab a few packs of ice cream, a familiar shade of red greeted him.

A share of red… with white and brown next to them.

Jacob approached lightly tapping on the shoulder of the person next to them.

“ Um, excuse me, but are you…? “

The woman turned around, and her face broke out into a wide grin. With a loud cry of “ HOLY SHIT, J! “ and the clank of her purse falling to the ground, the two other guys next to her whipped around, finding Ellie now hugging Jacob tightly in her arms.

“ So this guy… “ Charles started, slowly carrying the three bags over to the car, Henry carrying two.

“ Yeah- we uh…. “ Jacob started. “ Were together in college. “

“ Yeah, but afterwards you dropped off the map! We could have still hung out, yah know? “ Ellie chuckled, unlocking the car doors. “ I was worried about you yah doofus. “

Jacob stood next to the car for a while, waiting for everyone to load up, before turning around to venture back out into the snow.

“ Wait! J.. “

Jacob turned to face Ellie, Henry, and Charles looking at her as well.

“ … Do you maybe want to join us for dinner? We could get you some warm food and such, Charles is such a great cook- oof! “

Jacob ran in to hug Ellie, and she laughed. “ Guess that’s a yes. Come on in, we gotta catch up. “

And as the snow fell onto the car's roof, J couldn't help but smile softly as he stared out the window.

It truly became a warm Christmas night.

[broadstbroskis]

four times your best friend ruined a date + one time he didn’t | mat barzal

a/n: once again, not the fic i set out to write this weekend, but here we have arrived! enjoy💜

the first

Look, no one has ever told you that you have a problem making your voice heard. You’re pretty chatty. Your voice carried. In fact, usually, people were asking you to stop talking, to lower your voice. 

Not on this date. Max from Tinder had let you say two things in the amount of time since you sat down at the table outside one of your favorite Mexican restaurants in Brooklyn: hello and your food order.

Your meal is good, as always, and the margs can’t come fast enough to drown out Max across from you. Each time you’ve tried to respond to something he’s said, he just talks louder. You’ve given up on this one. You’ll get a good meal out of this and never talk to this asshole again.

But then, you spot a familiar head of hair walking toward you on the sidewalk and you’re shouting out before you can help yourself. Like you can’t keep words in any longer and if Max from Tinder isn’t going to let you use them, you’ll just throw them out anywhere you can. “Mat!”

You almost laugh at your best friend, a 6’0 giant who often looked even larger, as he does a double take, but he is able to track down the sound. He grins when he realizes it’s you and he’s quickly by your side, wrapping his arm around you as you lean your head against his hip, the body part closest to him, and beam up at him. “What’s up?”

You nod over at Max from Tinder, whose face has soured, as he looks at Mat. “Just out.”

“We’re actually kinda in a thing right now.” Max from Tinder says to him, rather rudely, if you had to say. “So if you don’t mind,” He trails off, very pointedly, looking over at the sidewalk.

Your jaw actually drops at that, but Mat just grins and jumps the railing between the restaurant and the street. “I don’t mind at all, actually! I haven’t seen YN all week.” He yanks the empty chair over from the table next door and sits. “What’s new, babe?”

You can’t help but laugh at the look on Max from Tinder’s face as you answer Mat. “Nothing much, boo.”

“Seriously?” Max from Tinder asks, furiously, looking absolutely livid as he attempts to stare Mat down, who for his part, looks as calm as can be as he asks you how work’s been, what’s new with your family, what dumb shit your brother has got up to in his frat this week- all the usual things he’d ask you when the two of you were trying to catch up.

The final straw comes when Mat orders a marg of his own. Max from Tinder just stands up from the table and walks out the door. “What a douche.” Mat says, mildly, dipping a chip in one of the salsas on the table. 

“Look who’s talking!” You laugh.

“Sorry, what was that?” Mat feigns not being able to hear you. “A thank you for not making you sit here with him for any longer?”

You laugh again, pushing his favorite salsa closer to him. “Thank you.”

He beams back at you. “Anytime.”

the second

Ashley lets out a low whistle as you step out of her closet, fuck me heels carefully chosen from her collection to match the little black dress pulled from your own wardrobe. “Damn.” She whistles again and you flashback for a moment to freshman year, when she became your favorite roommate for doing the same thing the first time you went out together. “Where’s Kevin from Finance taking you?” You adjust the straps of the dress in her mirror as you drop the name of the expensive restaurant that your co-worker was taking you to for your third date. “Okay, yeah.” She laughs. “You’re putting out tonight.”

“Ashley!” You laugh, instead of dismissing her entirely. 

“I’ll expect a full run-down tomorrow.” She sing-songs at you, as you grab your clutch and walk out the door to meet Kevin from Finance in the lobby downstairs.

The two dates you’ve had with your coworker have been so far enjoyable- one to a beer garden on what has seemed to be the last warm fall day and the second to one of those axe throwing places with some friends- and despite the heightened atmosphere of this one, it starts off just as enjoyable with some easy conversation. Kevin from Finance orders a bottle of wine for you to split, and you commend his choice while you scan the menu for something to order.

For most of the night, you go back and forth, just crossing over what might be an acceptable line for flirting at the dinner table, but you both know where this is headed later. It was pretty clear to you in the way Kevin from Finance looked you up and down when he picked you up, in the way he caught you sneaking the same once over in return, how his eyes follow your tongue as it tries to catch a drip of wine.”

They darken as your cheeks flush and you try to distract yourself from thinking about where the evening is headed by taking another sip of wine, only to be interrupted by a surprise arrival. “YN?”

“Hey!” You greet Mat warmly, smiling up at him. “How are you?” He beams back at you, exchanging pleasantries. “What are you even doing here?” You tease. “Pretty fancy for an off day.”

“We’ve got a team thing.” He waves in the direction of the private room in back, which you had noticed was closed off for a private event, but hadn’t bothered to look into more. Maybe if you hadn’t been so distracted staring at Kevin from Finance’s biceps straining in his dress shirt, you would have noticed a couple of the Islanders starting to file in. “And you must be the guy she’s been talking about.” He sticks his hand out to Kevin from Finance. “What’s up man, I’m Mat.”

But while you’d mentioned that there was maybe a new guy to Mat, you’d never mentioned that you knew Mat to Kevin from Finance, and that becomes clear the second you look over to him. His jaw is dropped, his eyes are huge, he makes no move to shake Mat’s hand; it’s like he’s frozen. “I’m a huge fan.” Kevin from Finance manages, finally, after what feels like forever.

Mat smiles, much more trained in this kind of situation than you are, because you’re looking your date like he’s got three heads. “Always good to hear, man! Make sure you take good care of our girl, here, eh?” He pats you on the shoulder and Kevin from Finance nods, more seriously than you’ve ever seen him do anything. “I have to head in. Stop on over for a drink on your way out if you want, okay?” Again, a nod from Kevin from Finance, even as you just hmm noncommittally.

And then, things get weird. For as nice and chatty as he was before Mat stopped by, now it’s like pulling teeth when trying to get Kevin from Finance to say something. He won’t meet your eyes, instead looking between the plate that sits in front of you and the room Mat disappeared into. “Can I help you with something?” You ask, finally.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He says, shaking his head.

“What?” You snap, annoyed.

“I can’t compete with that-him!”

“I’ll make it easy for you; there’s no competition.” You say flatly.

Kevin from Finance shakes his head again. “I-you-no. There’s competition!” He stands, dropping his napkin onto the table as your jaw drops. “Sorry.”

After being fucking ghosted in the middle of your date and apologizing profusely to the wait staff for having to immediately bag up both meals (that you had to pick up the check for, these better be the best fucking meals of your life), you make your way over to the Islanders’s private room and drape yourself over Mat’s back, as best you can. “You owe me a lot of drinks, sir.”

He’s surrounded by a few teammates and wives, who all immediately burst into laughter at his protests. “How do you figure that?”

“Because my date left me here because of you!”

Mat winces. “I was perfectly pleasant!” He pauses. “Today. To that guy!”

“Sorry,” Grace bites her lip, like she’s holding back a laugh. “There have been others, that you haven’t been?”

“Well yeah, but that guy deserved it!” It’s too late; they’re all laughing again. 

“This time it was your general existence.” You tell him, moving off his back, but staying close when his arm immediately reaches to wrap around your waist.

“This seems unreasonable.” Mat pouts. “That I owe you drinks just because you decided to date someone too insecure.”

“Dude, we’re not paying for anything here.” Tito reminds him. “Just give the girl her drinks.”

“I always knew I liked you best.” You smile at Tito, who returns your grin.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see if you’re saying that later when I’m the one making sure you don’t fall all over the place in those shoes.” Mat grumbles, flagging down a waiter to take your drink order.

You grin up at him. “If you keep getting me drinks and make sure I get home in these shoes, you can have your Number 1 spot back.”

Mat sighs longsufferingly, like it’s going to be such a hardship for him, even though you both know that you’re the clingiest drunk who does absolutely anything that anyone tells you to and as soon as he drops you off in bed, you’ll be out like a light. “Deal.”

It’s not quite what happens-your clinginess extends to yanking him into bed and not letting him leave- but as soon as he settles next to you and you can curl up into his side, then you’re willing to listen when he whispers, “go to sleep,” as his hand moves to play with the ends of your hair.

the third

Can’t talk now. Have a date!!! You send Mat, after ignoring his FaceTime request, and then walk into the cute little cafe that Jake from College had suggested you meet at.

“Hey!” He grins at you, as you grab a seat at the table. “Did you find the place okay?”

You bust out laughing. New to the city, Jake from College had mentioned that he lived around the corner, and was still figuring his way around. “I’ve been here a few times before actually. I’ve been here long enough to navigate my way around pretty well.” You tease.

He laughs. “Fair enough.”

After placing your orders, you catch each other up on where you’ve been and where you’re at now. You chat about some of your mutual friends, gossip about whether or not you think Jack and Mallory will actually make it down the aisle, and talk a little about your families. 

“Yeah, so my brother’s frat has been-”

“Oh no.” Suddenly, Mat’s dropping into the empty chair beside you, throwing an arm around the back of yours, and there’s Tito slipping in across from him, not looking nearly as thrilled to be there. “What’s that kid up to now?”

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, ignoring his question completely.

“We were just grabbing a post-practice meal.” He says and Tito nods his agreement, but when you look across the table at him, studying his face carefully, he won’t meet your eyes.

“Okay.” You tell him, kind of annoyed that he interrupted what had been an otherwise good date. “So you’re going to grab your meals and go?”

“Well now that I know you have this big huge table…” Mat hints, and you’re all ready to tell him absolutely not, when Jake from College jumps in.

“Yeah, of course!” He says, and Mat grins. “I’d love to meet some more of YN’s friends.”

“Would you?” You mutter under your breath, dryly enough that Mat flicks your shoulder.

You don’t know what’s worse- that Mat, Tito, and Jake from College get along like a house on fire, or that after Mat and Tito show up, Jake from College barely says another word to you. Not because he’s so starstruck by their existence. 

Because they’re genuinely becoming friends. By the time all four of you finish with your meals, it’s like Jake from College has forgotten you’re even at the table, caught up in discussing tennis with Tito and making plans with both of them to play basketball next weekend with a couple guys they know.

When you part ways, he barely says goodbye to you, which is a slap in the face after the bro hugs Mat and Tito both get. “Don’t be mad.” Mat says immediately, when you round on him.

“Seriously?” You glare at him.

“It was a coincidence.” He says, maybe too pushy to be entirely true, and you remember the way Tito wouldn’t meet your gaze earlier, narrowing your eyes at him further.

“Right.”

“It was!” Mat insists and you really have no way of proving it wasn’t so you just huff back at him and start walking, knowing that they’ll be catching up behind you.

the twelfth

“What happened to I’m never dating another New Yorker again?” Ashley asks, watching you get ready to go out with yet another Tinder date.

You give her a look through the mirror. “Ashley, this one might be my dream man.”

“That’s what you’ve said about them all.” She advises. “And none of them have been,”

“I’ll just die alone then.” You tell her dramatically.

She snickers. “I don’t think that’s the case. I think there’s definitely a Non-New Yorker that is very willing to date you.”

You give her a look. “Oh yeah? Send him my way?”

“Hmm.” She says. “Don’t think I’ll need to. He manages to find his own way.”

“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about,” You say, fluffing your hair one last time. “Then I don’t think he’s willing to date me at all.” Not willing to watch you date other people, sure, that trend has become quite clear as Mat has crashed date after date in increasingly creative ways. But never once has he made a move toward you, or tried to ramp up his flirting game to anywhere close to where you’ve seen him bring it to girls he’s interested in bringing home.

For Christ’s sake, you’ve pulled the man into bed on multiple occasions- what more does he want from you to know that you’d be interested, if he was?

Ashley returns your look, through the mirrors. “I’m certain I am talking about who you think I am, and maybe if you would do more than just pull him into bed while drunk, he might do something about it.”

You can agree to disagree on this one. There’s been that, there’s been everytime you pout at him for ruining your dates, there’s been every function or event you’ve agreed to go with him to stand by his side for the entire evening in uncomfortable shoes and an uncomfortable dress, every smile you send his way. But you’ll digress the point for now. “Well maybe tonight I’ll be pulling Graham the Perfect Man into my bed while drunk.” You stick your tongue out at her.

She grins, stepping back from your doorway so you can head out. “Use a condom!”

Upon meeting Graham the Perfect Man in one of your favorite bars (with the best burgers), you quickly realize you might actually have nailed this one. His sense of humor is impeccable and he’s incredibly charming...or at least most of the time. He’s a bit of a one-upper, but you try to be positive about it and tell yourself that he’s just trying to impress you- who isn’t on a first date?

It becomes a bit frustrating because he balances it with his humor so well. Like when you start talking about summers spent at your family’s Jersey shore house, Graham the Perfect Man casually mentions his parent’s summer home in South France, but then instantly cracks a joke about red eye flights that has you actually crying you’re laughing so hard.

“Jesus, I could hear you laughing from all the way outside.” Mat drops an arm around your shoulders and squeezes in greeting.

“Come off it, you could not.” You protest, even as he grins.

“Guess you’ll never know for real.” He teases.

“Wow, are you rude!” You huff.

“Me? You’ve been sitting here, haven’t even introduced us.” You roll your eyes, but make the introductions between Mat and Graham the Perfect Man, which actually doesn’t go terrible until someone stops and asks to take a picture with Mat, which you snap for them politely, but does bring out Graham the Perfect Man’s one-upper.

“Hockey?” He asks, and continues before Mat even has a chance to finish nodding. “Can’t say I’ve got much taste for the sport. I was a baseball player. Starting shortstop for my college.”

“But you’re not anymore.” Mat says, kinda like a dick.

“Mat!” You hiss and he just shrugs, unapologetic.

“Just the history, the nuance.” Graham the Perfect Man continues like Mat hadn’t even said anything, and even you have to fight back a laugh on that one.

Mat just shrugs again. “Yeah, alright. Cool, bro.”

“Cool, bro.” Graham the Perfect Man repeats flatly, and you know what’s going to happen before he even stands up. “Yeah, this has been fun, but…maybe...another time.” And he’s out the door, just like your dreams of this maybe happening again, so you turn to your best friend, who’s just got the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

“Mathew.” You frown at him.

“What? Come on, that guy was a tool!”

That...is so not the point. “Stop ruining all my dates!”

Mat scoffs. “All these dates with douchy guys that you don’t even like that much?”

“Yes!” You cry, absolutely done with this game. “Because unless you’re going to do something about it yourself, that’s who I’m still going to be dating.”

“What if I want to do something about it?” Mat says, looking down and avoiding your eyes.

You laugh, hollowly. “Sure, Mat. I’ll believe it when I see it.” And then you stand up from the table and walk out without him. If he’s going to ruin your dates, he can at least grab the fucking bill. He can fucking afford it.

+ one

When you don’t hear from Mat for the entire next week, you think that’s it. He talked himself up some big game, realized it’s not what he wants, and now he was trying to back out of it without making things super uncomfortable. You figured you’d hear from him in a couple weeks, when he’d send you a meme he found, and maybe you’d just never mention that thing you said about him dating you again.

Nope.

Exactly a week after you call him out, he shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers. “Uhh hi?” You look down at your sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. 

“Hi.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, as he hands the flowers to you. 

“Did um-did we have plans tonight?” If he hadn’t tucked the flowers close to you, you’re pretty sure you would have dropped them, still trying to make sense of this. 

Mat grins. “We do now.”

“Um.” You repeat. “Can I...change first?”

He nods. “Yep.”

“Okay.” You take a breath, starting to get your jumbled mass of thoughts together. “Where are we going?

Mat grins again. “You’ll see.”

You eye him skeptically, but he’s not budging on that, so after you find something to put your flowers in (today’s winner is...a wine bottle), you run into your room and start searching through your closet. Mat won’t give you any hints about where you’re going, fine, you’ll just have to take your  hints from him. 

Moving quickly so as not to keep him waiting too long, you settle on a pair of jeans, booties, and your favorite sweater. A quick brush through your hair and a couple swipes of makeup and you deem it good enough. It’s certainly as good as it’s going to get since someone didn’t give you time to shower.

Mat smiles though, as soon as you walk back in, throwing things into the clutch you plan on carrying with you that night, but he doesn’t say anything or do anything or even move at first. “Are you ready yet?” You tease, standing at the door.

His cheeks flush a little, caught staring, but he jogs over toward you, while nodding. “Yeah, let’s go.” As soon as you lock the door, he’s slipping his hand into yours, merely smiling when you look up at him questioningly.

“Now will you tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” Mat grins, tugging your hand to pull you to the right. 

“Come on, really?” But he stands firm, instead asking you something about your day, which lasts all the way until he pulls you into your favorite restaurant, laughing when you realize it’s the end point. 

Dinner is amazing and the speakeasy he leads you to afterwards for drinks is as well. You spend half the time grinning at the place around you, wondering how he managed to find someplace so cool and then backtracking that thought, because, yeah, of course, he did. 

Mat’s smiling at you when you look back at him, eyes never leaving you, it seems, as he swirls his drink around in his glass. “You look happy.”

“I am happy.” You tell him honestly, which only widens his smile.

“So you’d be happy to do this again?”

“Do what again?” You ask, feigning innocence, solely to mess with him. “I don’t actually recall you ever asking me to do this in the first place.”

He throws his head back in a laugh, that big one he’s got that you love. “Can I take you out sometime?”

You nod, smiling as he leans across the table toward you. “I suppose it’s too late to say no.”

“Can I take you out all of the time?” He reaches out for your cheek, brushing his thumb along it.

“Well you do owe me a lot of meals.” You tease. This might better than any date he’s ruined, but you’re not about to let him off that easy. 

“I’m sure I can work something out with you.” He mutters, practically right up against your lips, before kissing you completely.

[page-doctor-bekker]

Casa de las Flores (transfemme!sarah)

(A/N) so... there is no nsfw in here. nothing that wouldn't be allowed in a pg-13 film, which is typically my policy: if i can see it in a pg-13 film, i can write it and put it on my tumblr :) anyways, enjoy. this takes place right after this.

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Casa de las Flores looked small on the outside, a cute storefront with a few burnt out letters and a neon “OPEN” sign on the door, but the quaint look was merely a facade. On the inside, the dining room was large and lively, with a full-service bar and bright decorations. They were seated almost right away, sandwiched between an elderly couple and a family with a toddler and a baby.

“I’m Rosie, I’m going to be taking care of you two today,” The woman smiled, and set the menus down, “Can I get you started with some drinks?”

Ava glanced over the drink menu, skipping right down to the margaritas section.

“Yeah, can I get a strawberry margarita, frozen?” Ava requested, and Rosie nodded, scribbling down on her pad.

“And for you?”

“Uh…”

Crap, is she paying? Or am I? I should get something cheap, just play it safe… Wait, she said she was going to buy me dinner. She’s definitely paying. God, I don’t want to cost her too much…

“A uh… Err… Sparkling watermelon margarita on the rocks, hold the salt,” She blurted out, and Ava smiled at her, which was totally not helping the nerves.

“I’ll get those right out,” Rosie flipped her pad closed, and left the table.

“Really? No salt?” Ava queried, giving a slight chuckle.

“I always wipe it off when I get the salt,” Sarah admitted, “It just… I don’t know. It’s supposed to enhance the lime or something, but I’m just not into it. The bitterness just ruins the drink for me.”

“Huh,” Ava flipped the page on the menu, “I never knew that about you.”

“I mean, it’s not like I advertise my margarita preferences everywhere I go.”

Ava laughed, “Really? That’s my favorite activity!” She taunted, looking up at the other woman.

“Maybe I should give it a try,” Sarah remarked.

“What are you going to get?” Ava suddenly changed the subject, still flipping through the pages of the laminated menu, “I was looking at that baja grilled fish tacos but…” She winked, “I’m not sure if fish is the right choice on a first date.”

What the fuck. WHAT the fuck. What the FUCK.

Sarah laughed, although the comment took her off guard, “I was thinking of the enchiladas de espinaca, but I haven’t entirely ruled out the al pastor either.”

“Spinach? You’re bolder than I am,” Ava chuckled.

“I’ll only get it if you promise to let me know if I have some on my teeth.”

“Deal.”

A few quiet minutes later, Rosie was back, “How are we doing, ladies? Need another minute?” She asked, as she set the drinks down, “Frozen strawberry margarita, Watermelon margarita on the rocks, no salt.”

“I think we’re all set,” Ava raised an eyebrow at Sarah, who nodded.

Enchiladas de espinaca is cheaper.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Ladies first,” Ava winked.

“Uh…” Sarah gave a nervous laugh, “I will get the enchiladas de espinaca.”

“Great choice,” Rosie scribbled her order down, “And for you?”

“I will get the steak fajitas with flour tortillas, please,” She closed her menu, “Oh, and can we get a round of Mexican candy shots and a round of tequila shots?”

“Of course, I’ll have that right out.”

“Shots?” Sarah inquired.

“Shots.”

Is she trying to get me drunk? Ava did call an uber to get here, maybe she just wanted a drinking friend…

At the table next to them, the baby started crying. Sarah watched as the mother cooed and shushed, and eventually apologized to her party and left the restaurant with the baby. Ava sipped her drink, before speaking.

“Would you ever have kids?”

Sarah’s heart just about stopped.

She stammered, “I- uh… I don’t know, maybe. I always wanted to be a mom when I was younger,” She smiled, “I even tried to breastfeed my babydolls.”

Ava gave a hearty laugh, the kind of laugh that makes you feel like the lights have just been turned on, and you could finally see in a dark room.

“Didn’t every little girl?” She laughed some more, and Sarah joined in.

Yeah, but little boys didn’t.

“I don’t know,” Ava continued, “Giving birth sounds so painful,” She mused, “I had a pregnancy scare in high school, a false positive from a cheap piece of shit test, and all I could think about was how much it was going to hurt.”

“Oh my God,” Sarah chuckled, “Not even about what you were going to do, how your parents would react?”

“Not even a little bit.”

It was Sarah’s turn to let out a big laugh, imagining the strong, confident surgeon stress over pain, rather than the practical side of a teenage pregnancy.

“How DID your parents find out?”

She snorted, “They didn’t!”

Sarah laughed even harder, and a couple near them turned their heads to stare.

Rosie brought both rounds of shots; The tequila, and whatever a Mexican candy shot was. The tequila shot was a yellow-y caramel color, with salt and a lime on the rim. The Mexican candy shot was a pinkish red shot with what seemed to be Tajin salt around the rim, and a lime as well.

Ava nodded at the shots, “Which first?”

“The pink one,” Sarah reached for it, “What’s in it?” She gave it a sniff.

“It’s watermelon-y,” Ava grinned, “Bottoms up?”

Sarah clinked her shot against Ava’s, and threw it back. The Tajin shocked her taste buds, and the first taste of the actual shot was sweet, like biting into a cool, crisp watermelon on a warm summer day. Almost as soon as she tasted the watermelon, she tasted what seemed like hot sauce, and tart lime juice.

“Ugh, I love those,” Ava dramatically rolled her eyes back, before grinning at Sarah, who gave a smile in return.

“I’m a little scared of the tequila,” Sarah admitted.

“What? Bad night in college?” Ava teased, and Sarah blushed with embarrassment.

“I’ve… Actually never had tequila.”

“So why are you scared? You can wipe the salt off, you know.”

The tequila shot didn’t necessarily disgust her, but she didn’t enjoy it. The salt made her stick her tongue out in disgust, and the alcohol burned on her tongue. She looked up at Ava through watery eyes, and Ava was looking at her with an expression that Sarah couldn’t quite understand.

Ava clapped, and Sarah coughed, and their food arrived. Sarah went tunnel-vision on her food, and Ava’s laughter through their conversations was almost more intoxicating than the alcohol. By the time they finished dinner, Sarah was on her third, maybe fourth margarita. Ava coerced her into another tequila shot, and they shared a plate of churros. Sarah had even tried Ava’s, wiping off the salt from her rim.

The bill was well over a hundred dollars, most of it being alcohol, and Ava paid it with eight twenty-dollar bills without a second thought, and dragged Sarah out by the elbow.

“Y’know,” Sarah slurred, “I thought you hated me.”

Ava’s face fell, “I know.”

“I thau’ you’d neva’ talk t’ me again,” She mumbled, leaning into Ava.

“I know.”

“I was so so sad.”

“I know.”

They were quiet. The only sounds were the Chicago streets. The sounds melted together in Sarah’s head, and she felt miles taller than she was, and miles shorter at the same time. She felt like she might float away, like Ava’s arm was the only thing keeping her on Earth. Sarah was a balloon, but Ava was the string.

“Wanna go back to my place?” Ava whispered, seeming stone cold sober even though they had had the same amount to drink. Sarah was infatuated with her - Everything she did seemed to make her more and more attractive.

Sarah had half a mind to say no, but nodded eagerly.

“You bought me dinner,” Sarah sighed happily, “You’re so nice to me.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“Mmhmm…” Sarah agreed, “Because surgeons make more than psychiatrists.”

Ava laughed loudly, stumbling a bit herself, “How are you going to pay off all your debt if you buy dinner, miss fresh-out-of-medical-school?”

“Maybe I don’t hate the salt,” Sarah blurted out, ignoring Ava’s joke.

The two walked arm in arm, each of them letting out a giggle every few steps. Ava’s sober front slowly fell, leaving her just as messy as Sarah. They each did their fair share of holding each other up, until the doorsteps of the apartment building Ava lived in.

They stopped.

Ava stared into Sarah’s eyes, as if trying to puncture her soul with an IV needle. Ava had brown eyes - The kind that filled your heart with warmth like you’d just downed a hot cup of coffee between patients - And Sarah knew she had noticed it before, but she couldn’t remember when she realized how beautiful they were.

Ava’s breath, that once smelled like her chapstick and chewing gum, now smelled of strawberry margaritas, tequila shots, and salsa. Her mascara was mildly smeared, not from crying, but from God knows what antics the two had gotten up to. Her teeth were starkly white when she smiled, and made Sarah wonder if they were naturally that white, or if she had treated them to get there.

Ava’s lips made contact with Sarah’s before Sarah even knew they were heading that direction, and she simultaneously tensed her whole body and felt like she was melting to the floor.

Someone’s going to see, someone’s going to see us and hurt me, someone’s going to know-

Ava pulled off with a smack, and smiled coyly, “Wanna head upstairs?”

Sarah nodded, eyes wide. She felt short of breath, and anxiety bubbled in her stomach. Does she mean what I think she means?

She tripped twice heading up the stairs - The elevator was out of order. Ava held on to her, drunk but still more coordinated than Sarah could ever hope to be. Sarah saw stars, and a halo around Ava’s head, convincing her drunk mind that the blonde woman beside her was truly an angel.

When they got to Ava’s apartment, they were kissing before they even closed the door. Ava pushed Sarah against the wall, tearing her jacket off first and then Sarah’s. Somehow, with her eyes closed, she still managed to hang them up on the coat hooks beside their heads.

Ava pulled Sarah’s hair tie out, and tangled her hands in the woman’s curly locks. She needed her lips like she needed oxygen to breathe, and neither of them wanted to let go. Sarah felt things shift between her legs, making her attraction to Ava apparent to her, but even in her intoxicated state she still managed to feel the pang of dysphoria, which made her nauseous. Regardless, she didn’t falter, no matter the discomfort deep in the pit of her stomach.

“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” Sarah breathed out between kisses.

Oh God.

“Honored to be your first,” Ava responded, equally as preoccupied.

Ava rested her hands on Sarah’s waist, hiking her shirt up slightly in the process. She shivered as Ava’s cold hands made contact with her skin, and her southern equipment stirred, making her dysphoric yet again and only contributing to the nausea. At this point, she couldn’t tell if she was truly nauseous from the alcohol, or just so dysphoric and anxious that her stomach couldn’t tell the difference. She powered through, distracting herself in the warmth of Ava’s mouth and the light touch from her fingertips.

Ava creeped up Sarah’s ribcage until she could feel the underwire of her bra, and then slipped her hands under. Sarah was suddenly very aware of her lower regions, her gaff, and how thin her scrubs were. She would be screwed if something slipped out.

Note to self:

Ava kissed down her neck.

Write a good review for this gaff later.

Ava started unbuttoning her shirt, kissing the newly bare areas as she went. Once she reached the bottom, her lips darted back up to her collarbone, sucking a hickey into the sensitive area.

Sarah’s job was to keep breathing, and not let the panic get the better of her.

This is fine. Adults do this. I’m an adult. She doesn’t know, and she wont find out because I won’t let this go that far.

Ava’s lips captured Sarah’s again.

I won’t let this go far enough to be a problem.

Ava’s hands trickled down to the button on her pants, and Sarah took in a sharp breath.

Ava looked up quizzically, “Do you want this?”

Yes, but I can’t.

Sarah didn’t respond, hoping her fear was not evident in her eyes.

The surgeon put one hand on Sarah’s cheek, and relaxed her other hand from her waistband, “You don’t have to. I won’t be mad.”

Sarah nodded, then shook her head, “I- uh, I don’t want to.”

The anxiety in her chest fizzled out as Ava stepped away, and as much as she craved intimacy, Sarah knew this was better. Ava gave her a warm smile, and held out her hand.

Sarah took it, receiving a squeeze from her, “I can get an Uber or a Lyft…”

Ava looked taken aback, “Why? You can stay, you know. You think I’m going to kick a drunk girl out at,” She glanced at her phone, “Eleven o’ clock at night?”

Sarah smiled sheepishly, and stood awkwardly for a second, “Uh… Where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh! That door right there,” She pointed to a modern white door, with silver fixtures. Sarah stumbled towards the bathroom, and practically fell into the room.

She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it. She slumped down, pulled her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against them.

After a few minutes of deep breathing exercises, she opened the door and hollered, “Ava?!”

“Yes?” The aforementioned woman looked up from the couch, where she was sipping a glass of water and playing a game on her phone.

“Is it okay if I shower?”

“Yeah! Let me get you something to sleep in, I think we’re similar in size.”

Sarah closed the door as Ava got up, and a few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Sarah opened it, and Ava handed her a stack of folded clothes, with two towels on the bottom, “I didn’t know if there were any towels in there, so if there are, just leave any extras under the sink.”

Sarah nodded, and Ava gave her a tight-lipped smile, and left.

Sarah closed the door.

It seemed that Sarah was given a bright pink muscle tee, with the words “Cardiac care is a work of heart” in all caps, with an anatomical heart image, and a pair of loose black sweatpants. She rolled her eyes at the shirt, surprised that Ava would own it. It seemed silly.

Sarah stripped, turned the water on as cold as it could go, and jumped in.

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(A/N) thx for reading ! lmk what you thought <3

[heyitssmiller]

Chop It Like It’s Hot

Chapter 3: Sun’s Out Buns Out

Chop It Like It’s Hot Masterlist

Let the pining begin.

@lumosinlove

“Oh my god, there’s ducks!” Finn said excitedly, pointing to the ducks swimming in the pond nearby. Their next challenge was taking place in a small park on the outskirts of the city, which made Logan a little nervous. He was just getting used to the setup of the kitchens, and now he had to deal with this. Finn let out an aww as a group of ducklings followed their mom. “Look at ‘em, they’re so cute.”

Logan looked warily at the setup of grills a few feet away. “I don’t think we’re here to look at ducks.”

“Good morning, recruits!” Dorcas called, waving them over. Leo stood beside her, hair turned golden in the sunlight. Logan blamed the reason he was suddenly too hot on the weather.

Ah, yes. That new development Logan refused to think about too hard.

He was happy with Finn. They’d been happy together for years now.

So why was he crushing on Leo like he did with Finn back in college?

Logan wasn’t blind – he knew the signs well enough after pining for Finn for five years. He just didn’t know what to do with these feelings. And they’d learned from all the miscommunication and wasted time in college – he and Finn told each other everything now.

He just wasn’t sure he could tell Finn this.

How would that conversation go? Hey I know we’ve been happily together for three years now but I also kind of want to kiss that tall blond guy who’s been teaching us how to cook. 

Yeah. That would go over well.

“Today we’re going to be testing your creativity by having you make your own burgers! We’ll both give you examples, but you’ll need to come up with your own original ideas for this challenge.” Leo stated, dumping ground beef into a bowl. “I’m going to make a jaeger schnitzel burger. So for the meat I’m using a mixture of different meats. Schnitzel is traditionally pork or veal, but you need the right ratio of lean meat to fatty meat to make a good burger, so I’m adding some additional fatty beef.” He formed patties out of the meat and placed them on the grill. “What really sets jaeger schnitzel from regular schnitzel is the mushroom gravy on top.”

He smiled, which Logan was quickly realizing was completely unfair. “Creating a gravy is a little hard on a grill, but I’ll do my best. Basically we’re going to melt butter in a pan and fry these onions until they begin to brown. Then add the garlic and cook it for another minute. Add the mushrooms and cook until they’re golden and some of the liquid from the mushrooms has evaporated.”

Leo switched back to his burgers and flipped them before returning to his sauce. “To thicken this into a gravy. We’re going to add flour and stir. Then it’s just beef broth, vinegar, thyme, sugar, salt, and pepper.  Now the burgers are done, so we’re going to take all of this off the grill and plate it, making sure there’s plenty of gravy on this burger.” 

“And I’m going to make a burrito burger.” Dorcas took over. “First we’re going to take our meat and add some seasoning to it: chili powder, garlic powder, onion powder, crushed red pepper flakes, dried oregano, paprika, ground cumin, sea salt, and black pepper. Make sure to get the seasoning mixed in there thoroughly. Then we just throw these patties on the grill and let them cook. What really sets this burger apart are the toppings.”

She reached into a bag on her table and pulled out refried beans, salsa, pepper jack cheese, and lettuce. “I made the refried beans and salsa from scratch last night since we definitely don’t have time for that today. So once these burgers are cooked, we just add the toppings and we’re done. Easy enough, right?”

“This challenge is a blind taste test so that we can’t pick favorites.” Leo added. “Which means you guys are going to be on your own for this challenge – we can’t help you in this round.”

Everyone groaned.

“Just don’t burn yourselves and you’ll be fine. You have forty-five minutes and your time starts now!”

***

Mid-Episode Interview:

*Logan takes his hat off to run a hand through his hair with a sigh*

Logan: I… I might be going home today. *laughs* You know, I hate cooking. The only reason I went on this show was because of Finn. He seemed so excited about it, you know? So for the past seven weeks, I figured if I got eliminated I’d just stay in the city and spend time with him when they weren’t shooting the show. I haven’t really cared if I got eliminated or not. Now, though?

*His gaze loses focus for a few seconds, then he looks back at the camera*

Logan: I don’t think I’m ready to leave just yet.

***

Finn quickly glanced over at Logan as he dropped lamb chops into a hot pan. The brunet had come in second to last place in the earlier competition today and clearly wasn’t happy about it. There wasn’t much he could do right now, but he’d find something to cheer him up with after they were done filming for the day. Alex was in the city visiting their family – maybe the two of them could stop by the house and say hi, if it wasn’t too late.

“Non-stick pan, Lo!” He hissed as Logan grabbed a regular pan to put his potato cake in.

“What?”

“Use a non-stick pan. That way it won’t stick when you flip the cake over.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

“How’s it going over here?”

Finn glanced up to see Leo at their shared station. “Good! I think. The lamb chops were a little hard to cut and my tapenade is kind of a mess, but I’m hoping it tastes ok.”

“And the potato cake?”

“The fact that I’m going to be flipping a potato cake is hilarious because I am not graceful at all.”

Leo laughed. “It’s not too bad, you’ll see. Logan, how about you?”

“Well, I’ve learned that I hate the taste of fennel.” Logan groused, sprinkling red pepper flakes on top of his fennel salad. “So I’m hoping to mask that flavor as much as I can.”

“It’s definitely not for everyone. Your chopping skills have really improved over the past couple of weeks, though – look at those potatoes!”

Logan looked up and smiled.

A smile Finn definitely recognized from college.

He glanced back and forth between the two, speculating. Maybe it wasn’t just Finn dealing with new feelings he wasn’t sure how to process yet.

After time ran out Finn glanced down at his two identical dishes – one for him, one for Leo – with a sigh of relief. It was still a little messy, but overall he felt pretty good about it. No matter what he was miles ahead of where he started, so he was happy with himself. He was still a little worried to be tasting his own dish, though. At the end of the day he was still a bad cook, after all.

When it was finally his turn to be judged, he grabbed both plates and placed them on the table before taking a seat opposite Leo.

“This feels like a really weird first date.” Finn teased, watching the faintest hint of a blush spread across Leo’s cheeks.

Oh my god, he’s adorable.

“I can definitely see some inconsistency in the cooking of your lamb chops.” He hurried to say, flipping one of the pieces of meat over for Finn to look at. “See, this one’s nice and brown while this one is undercooked. This boils down to variation of size in your meat. When you’ve got all kinds of different sizes, it’s hard to consistently cook them.” He cut up a piece of lamb and put it in his mouth. Finn probably stared at said mouth a bit too long before following suit.

“Well? What do you think?”

Finn shrugged, swallowing his bite. “I like it.”

Leo smiled. “You know what? Me too.”

 ***

Logan was up next. He sat down hesitantly across from Leo, looking down at his plate and hoping it was enough to save him from elimination.

“Your presentation is really good, Logan. The potatoes are nice and golden, the lamb looks perfect.” Leo said, and something about his words and calm demeanor soothed Logan instantly. He smiled. “Thanks, chef.”

“Ready to try this?”

“Let’s do it.” Logan stabbed his food with his fork, took a bite –

And instantly coughed.

It was so spicy. The kind of spicy that makes your throat close up and tears come to your eyes.

“Oh my god.” He gasped, making a mad dive towards his glass of water and downing it as fast as he could. “Jesus Christ, that’s so hot.”

Leo hummed, setting his fork down. He seemed completely unfazed. “Too much red pepper. You said earlier you were trying to mask fennel flavor, but I think you did too good a job at that.” He watched Logan with a small smile and pushed his own full glass of water towards him. “You ok?”

Logan gaped at him, but gladly accepted the water. “How are you not dying right now?”

“I literally have a show about cajun cooking; I’m used to spice. You should try ghost peppers sometime.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” Leo looked back down at his plate. “Overall, your dish was pretty good. Could’ve used a little less red pepper, but the rest of it was spot on.”

Logan felt his shoulders relax a little. “Thanks, chef.”

***

Logan was in the bottom two.

Fuck.

Finn’s heart had continued to drop as name after name of the safe contestants got announced, including his own, and Logan’s didn’t. He knew Logan didn’t really care if he got eliminated or not, but this had been so much fun to do with him. Finn didn’t want to see him go yet.

“And the recruit who will be leaving us today is…”

Finn honestly couldn’t name the person who got eliminated – all he knew was that Logan was staying. He let his tense shoulders relax and stepped forward to give him a hug. “That was close, Lo.”

“Yeah,” Logan’s voice was muffled in Finn’s shirt. “Guess I’ll have to try harder next week.”

Finn leaned back with a big smile on his face. “You wanna stay?”

“I mean, I’m a really bad cook,” Logan shrugged. “But I’ll stay as long as I can.”

“Logan?” Both boys turned at the voice. Leo stood off to the side, looking slightly awkward.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to talk to you about today’s challenges and ways to improve. I’ve got a few tips I can share, if you want.” He glanced at Finn. “Can I steal him for a second?”

“Go right ahead.”

Leo flashed him a smile before motioning for Logan to follow him.

Finn couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could read Logan’s body language like a book. When he fiddled with his hat, Finn knew he was nervous. When he met Leo’s eyes and didn’t look away as he spoke, he was serious about whatever he was saying. When his gaze flicked down to Leo’s lips, he wanted to kiss him. When he subconsciously leaned forwards and tilted his head up slightly, he was going to kiss him.

The strangest thing was… Finn wasn’t jealous. He should be, shouldn’t he?

But Logan didn’t kiss Leo.

He seemed to catch himself at the last second and he drew back sharply, refusing to look at Leo again. He muttered something and turned to walk away, catching Finn’s gaze as he did so. His eyes widened guiltily, steps slowing as he crossed the room to where Finn was waiting.

Finn gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand reassuringly.

“I think we need to talk.”

[infernwetrust]

It’s The Little Things [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason]

Summary: Just a little domestic fun between Duncan and Jim through the art of food. Guest starring you and Michael. 

Warnings: mentions of drug use, just fluff really, swearing

WC: 1.5k

A/N: This was long fucking over due as are many other things that I’m currently working on. I need to work more on my soft side lol. Part of my little Duncan x Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by witch

"Don't you fucking do it, Michael." Jim said, gripping the Nintendo switch controller with force. But Michael was already doing it. He threw the infamous blue shell Jim's way, it quickly catching up to him in first place, Michael trailing behind in 2nd. Poor fool, however, too close to Jim, is affected by the blast too, giving you the 1st place advantage and win.

"Fucking idiots." you stated, simply.

"Bullshit." Michael said, reaching for the last bacon-wrapped jalapeño popper off the plate in front of them, but Jim had also reached for it too. It was routine. You and Michael would come over every other Sunday for dinner, usually Jim's cleaning day. And while either Duncan or Jim cooked, games were played, drinks made.

"Let it go." Jim said, challenging Michael with his eyes. "You literally just ate one."

"And you ate the more than half of the plate." he said back. "So you let go."

"I grabbed it first." Jim began to pull it towards him, not caring if his fingers were getting messy.

"Oh fuck off." Michael pulled it back towards him and now the boys were pulling with a force, but not too much, not wanting to snap it in half. Could you blame them for their childishness though? At first glance, Duncan didn't seem like the type to be the master in the kitchen, but he sure was. Wanting to give Jim a break because he's literally been cleaning all day, Duncan offered to cook. Jim's favorite was Duncan's grilled cheese. 7 different types of cheese, turkey, ham, lettuce, and a killer salsa for a fresh taste, it was basically a heart attack on bread, but Jim fucking loved it.

The two were snapped out of their intense gaze when you walked over, snatching it from between their fingers and popping it in your mouth before plopping back down on the couch adjacent to the one Michael and Jim sat on. You returned to whatever you were doing on your phone as if nothing happened, running your tongue over your top set of teeth.

"Problem solved now, yes boys?" you questioned, not pulling your eyes away from your phone. "Maybe you should see if chef Shepherd will give up some more." Michael reached for the plate, but Jim snatched it away from his hand, wanting to be the one that goes into the kitchen to bother Duncan.

In the kitchen, stood Duncan in one of Jim's t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that hung a little bit off his waist. He scanned quickly over his cookbook, one that he put together himself to save all of his favorite recipes. Really, it was Jim who brought out the inner chef in Duncan. He cooked for Duncan nonstop. By the time Duncan had his eyes open for work at 7:00AM, his breakfast was already on the table with his morning coffee. Jim more than had the opportunity to sleep in considering he didn't have to be at work until noon, enjoyed cooking for his boyfriend anyways.

He made sure Duncan always had something to take with him to work for lunch. There was always dinner when he got home, whether Jim cooked it or ordered takeout. Duncan wanted to return the favor and slowly he began cooking too, starting with his grilled cheese. Soon enough food was something the two found themselves bonding even closer over.

*** "Hey what are you-," Duncan began. "Jim no! Those are for the office party today!"

"Huh?" Jim said, his mouth full of chocolate chip muffin. He had eaten about 2 of them and they were pretty decent in size. Duncan stayed up late the previous night to make them, waiting until Jim fell asleep for this exact reason. If he wasn't stuffing his face with one of Duncan's grilled cheeses, it was his chocolate chip muffins. Melt in your mouth, they were to DIE for.

"You knew that my office party was today. I made just enough for everyone because I didn't want to be up super late."

"So that's why I was alone in the bed until midnight. M' sorry, Dunc. Should of told me."

"Told you?! These are your favorite, would it have mattered?"

"Probably not." Jim chuckled, licking the remaining melted chocolate chip off his finger. "I'll make it up to you though."

He walked over to Duncan, using one of his hands to hold the back of his neck. He glided his thumb slowly in circles over the exposed skin, Duncan shivering in response.

"How so?" He stepped closer, pushing Jim back against the counter, but shoving his hands in his pocket to maintain his dominance.

"I'll make those cookies that you like so much. Y'know? The butter crunch ones with the-,"

"Chocolate chips and almond pieces." Duncan finished his sentence with a heavy exhale, excited to hear those words.

"And I'll make 3 batches. 2 for you and 1 for your people, yeah?"

*** "Ocean eyes we're not going to have any brownies, pot or regular if you keep sticking your finger in the batter." Duncan sighed, high out of his mind trying to move around their kitchen. Jim was pretty high too, with a bad case of the munchies, having smoked again a few hours after they had dinner. He had already finished the party sized bag of cool ranch Doritos, and now he was craving something sweet.

Jim had decided that he not only wanted to make regular brownies, but he also wanted to make edibles as well. A friend of his had invited them to a pool party and what better way to spice it up than with some special treats?

"Okay, just one more." Jim said, going in for another scoop.

"Share though." Duncan said, only now realizing just how hungry he actually was. Sure, the actual brownies would have been a lot more filling, but they were too far gone now.

"Nuh Uh. You said we have to stop." Jim turned his back to Duncan, bowl clenched against his chest. "So we're stopping."

"Jim if you don't set that damn bowl down on the counter so we can finish it together."

*** Plenty of good memories came from the kitchen. There were many days and nights of whipped and butter cream filled kisses. One too many glasses of wine or one too many shots. On the nights that the boys did bake together, they found themselves often covered in flour or sugar as one of the two had gotten too frisky, leading to an intense make out session on one of the empty counters or the kitchen island.

There were plenty of jokes told, plenty deep conversations had, and a lot of heart to hearts. If Jim wasn't making Duncan laugh until he either drooled on himself or whatever he was drinking shot out of his nose, the two were complimenting and praising each other. They were always curious to know how each other's day went. Whatever the other wanted to talk about, the other was excited to hear about it. Dinner was never dull between the two, even the times they had fought.

*** "Here try this." Duncan said, sliding his plate over to Jim who peered down at his phone. Jim, hungry, gave it no second thoughts, immediately taking a bite.

"Wow this is a fucking, nut." Jim said as the sandwich basically melted in his mouth. "You like comfort food, huh?"

"College will do that to you." Duncan replied, chuckling at Jim's response. "But I'm guessing you like it?"

"Like it? Dunc, this is genius."

"Well, you're always cooking for me and I wanted to return the favor. It isn't much but..."

"I wish you'd stop doing that. Y'know? Like you always tell me. Own it, scruffy." Duncan gave Jim a closed eye smile at the nickname, referring to his facial hair. "You made this. It was your idea and I love it. Stop always trying to down play yourself, right?"

"So you do listen when I talk?" Duncan joked.

"Mmmph." was all Jim got out, his mouth full of grilled cheese.

"Let me cook for you, then." Duncan suddenly said. "Tonight. Take the night off. Let me spoil you?"

"The more you talk, the more I get like this, raging hard on."

Duncan nearly choked on his drink, laughing at what Jim said. Jim was all like that since the very beginning and it only showed more once they finally moved in together. He was always so playful and immature, but he knew when he needed to be serious. More like, he knew when Duncan was serious. Because face it, Jim could play and make jokes all day. However, it brought Duncan peace and higher sense of humor, something that laid dormant in him while he lived in DC.

*** "Can I kiss the chef?" Jim asked as he approached Duncan from behind, gently setting the plate on the island behind him. He licked the remaining cream cheese off of his fingers from his brief struggle with Michael.

"Depends." Duncan answered, looking at Jim over his shoulder. "Are you actually here to kiss the chef or are you here for something else?"

"Both." Jim answered honestly, wrapping his arms around him.

"Well you can only have one thing and it isn't more poppers."

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Riddler part 6

Master List

Like i said in part one, I wrote this so long ago, straight after Fresh Starts actually, I was a different smut writer back then hehe.

Warnings: Smut.

WC: 1813

Enjoy x

“Wow you look amazing prima (cousin)” Blake lent down hugging you and kissing you on the cheek. “Rafael, you scrub up pretty well too” both men shaking hands.

Rafael was dressed in a dark charcoal pin stripped suit with a medium grey button down and black shoes, hair gelled perfect and smelling amazing. You were in a navy blue pair of shorts with a matching navy blue blazer and a black tank top tucked in, low heel pair of black heels and your hair in lose curls.

“Thank you guys for coming, means a lot”

“Of course Blake, wouldn’t miss it” you hugged your cousin around his middle and he kissed you on top of your head.

“Logan and Caesar are coming by the way. They heard we are going out after so that changed their mind”

“Of course they did” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

Logan and Caesar walked in not long after, making a fuss of you as they usually did, both shocked how nice you actually looked. They both treated Rafael nicely and asked questions to get to know him and told him funny stories about when your guys were going up. After the presentation, Rafael went to the bathroom and was getting drinks on the way back.

“Wow Y/N, good job catching him. How did you do it? Give me tips”

“I ‘am sure you Chico (boy) don’t need tips” you said back to Logan

“Have you opened up to him yet prima, told him about everything?” Caesar asked.

“Yeah I have. But I stuffed up last night” they both looked at you and went on to tell them what happened between you both last night.

“Pollo (chicken)”

“I’ am not a chicken. Me preocupe (I’am worried)”

“Por Que (why)?”

“What do you mean why Logan, it’s been so long and I don’t want to get hurt. I can’t do that again”

Caesar grabbed your arm and made you look at him, “He isn’t the gilipollas (asshole) you were with before. We aren’t getting any younger. You have closed yourself off for so long to happiness. He seems like a nice guy, go for it. Sigue a tu corazon (follow your heart). We all got you if something goes wrong”

---

“Which club are we going to?” Rafael was holding your hand looking a little nervous.

“Cuarto Rojo (Red Room)” Logan answered back as he hailed down a cab.

“You guys go to Latino clubs often?” Rafael looked between you all.

“It’s all we used to do once we got out of college and Y/N out of the academy” Caesar answered back.

You guys got to the club, showed your ID’s and walked to the table Caesar had reserved while at the presentation. The music was blaring with a fast salsa song. Rafael and Blake went to the bar to get drinks. As they headed back to the table Rafael seen you out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at you his eyes opening wide.

Caesar was spinning you around the dance floor, you both doing the salsa fast with some pretty advanced moves. You guys laughing with each other when he pulled you back into him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he would have been jealous if it wasn’t your cousin. The way you moved your body, your hips, your feet. Blake and Logan saw him staring at you, and Blake lent over.

“You know she is the only girl in our family. Her and Caesar are the only two that have always been the same height. Mi Tia, Caesar’s Mum, put them in salsa classes together when they were 10. They won a lot of dance competitions till they got to senior year and Caesar’s crush teased him for dancing with his cousin so he put a stop to it.” Rafael nodded and looked at Blake with a smile. Blake lent back over to him,

“You know Rafael, I’ am not going to go all big brother on you, but I want to ask you one thing” Rafael nodded back at him, “Take care of her and love her how she deserves to be loved. She acts like she is tough, and her mouth shows she is, but she isn’t really, she just needs to be loved by the right person. And I really think that could be you”

“I promise I will” Rafael nodded back.

After a couple of songs, a slow song came on and you and Caesar walked back to the table. You walked over to Rafael and hugged him around his neck standing between his legs, he leant over and kissed you on the cheek and lent close to your ear,

“You looked amazing out there Hermosa”

“Gracias Guapo (thank you handsome)” you kissed him lightly on the lips “When a fast one comes back on, dance with me?” he nodded back.

Two songs later another fast song came on, Rafael grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dance floor. His dancing was amazing. The way he controlled you and led you around the floor, it started a fire within you. There was something extremely sexy about it, like it was foreplay in some weird way. The song ended and he pulled you close to him, you guys were nose to nose.

“Let’s get out of here” you said to him, a smirk coming to his face.

You guys walked back to your cousins at the table and you lent over to Blake, “We are going” he gave you a big hug and shook Rafael’s hand.

You hugged Logan and then got to Caesar, he whispered in your ear as you hugged, “Ve por ello bebe (go for it baby)”

On the cab ride home, you and Rafael couldn’t keep your hands off each other like two teenagers kissing in the back and running your hands up and down each other’s bodies. The taxi pulled up, Rafael paid and you both walked hand in hand into building. Once you got to your door, Rafael started to kiss your neck from behind, making it hard to get the key in the hole as he was kissing your sweet spot. Finally you got it in and pushed the door open. Rafael closed it behind you and slid the safety lock. You turned and pressed yourself against him, feeling how hard he had started to get. You pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck and he led you back towards the bed room without breaking the kiss. You both fell in a heap on the bed. He pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, te deseo (I want you)”

He smiled and lent in and started to kiss you deeply again. You pushed off his jacket and pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to undo the buttons, slipping it off once the buttons were all undone. He pulled away and sat up off you and taking off his shoes and socks, followed by his dress pants. You quickly followed undressing leaving you just in your bra and panties and you laid back down.

He laid down next you, you rolled onto your side and lent in and kissed you again. You put your hand onto his chest and let it run down to his boxers. You slid your hand down into them and wrapped your hand around his length, gasping at how big he was. He let out a little moan into your mouth. You started to stork up and down, from root to tip.

Rafael slid his hand to your panties and moved them to the side. He ran his finger over your folds and felt how wet you were. He slide one finger into you, you moved away from the kiss and moaned, then he added another one, making you let go of him and falling back on your back.

“Eres asombrosa” (your amazing) Rafael whispered.

He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers into you, using his thumb to make small circles over your clit. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to wash over you, sending sparks all through your body. You moaned loud while Rafael fingered you down from your high.

Once you had claimed down, you lent over and pulled off his boxers. He moved his hips up to help you pull them off. He reached behind you and undone your bra throwing it on the floor and pulled down your panties. If he could have seen in the dark, he would have seen your cheeks go bright red.

“Confias en mi? (do you trust me)”

“Si” you whispered back

“Anytime you want to stop, you tell me and we stop”

“Ok”

Rafael lined himself up above you, and slowly started to slide into you inch by inch. He didn’t want to get too carried away with you, he wanted to control himself. It had been so long for him and for you, he wanted to last as long as he could

“Are you ok?”

“Yeahhh” he pushed in the last little bit and then paused for a moment.

“You ok Rafi?”

“Never better” he started to thrust in and out of you. The little moans coming out of your mouth was music to his ears and turned him on even more. He picked up the pace and you started to buck up meeting his every thrust, you ran your hands up and down his back. “I’ am close” he managed to get out

“Me-oh Rafael” you screamed as the pleasure ran threw again so intense your whole body was shaking. Your reaction was enough to send him over the edge after one big thrust and moaned your name and started to slow his thrusts till he was done.

Both of your breathing was hard and fast. Rafael stayed on top and in you for a little while longer, then he pulled out and rolled off of you falling onto his back. You rolled over on your side facing him. He rolled onto his side meeting your stare and a smile came to his face. He lent over and kissed you lightly on the lips. You took a deep breath and looked at him again

“What do you want to say?” he ran his thumb over your cheek bone.

“If this-if we are going to keep doing this-if we are a thing now. I’ll need to get some kind of birth control. I’m not on any, clearly, it’s been so long” you huffed

“Make an appointment and we will go together and see what you’re comfortable with” 

“Really?” you grinned.

“Anything for my girlfriend” you jumped on top of him wrapping your legs and arms around him like a bear.

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so it goes

Word count: 2.1k

Chapter 9

Rio was ever the gentleman as he opened the car door for Alex and grabbed her hand to help her down. He was quick to slide a hand around her waist once he shut the door, and neither of them could get over how comfortable the action was. The restaurant was already a bit crowded and the music could be heard from outside. Once they walked in they were met with the upbeat music and dim lights. Alex couldn’t help but get excited as she watched couples on the dance floor. 

Rio led her to the podium and told the lady his name. 

“You made a reservation?” Alex asked, a little stunned. 

“Of course. Come on.” Rio said as the lady was already motioning for you both to follow her. Alex followed her through rows of tables and to a table a bit further away from the others but close enough to the dance floor. She placed menus down and left them both to it. 

Alex couldn’t help but admire the place. Bright colors and beautiful vibrant murals on the wall. The atmosphere was fun and the music spoke to her as it played for the people dancing about. 

“After we eat.” Rio promised and Alex smiled at that. He was really going to dance with her. She nodded her head and then looked down at the menu. The menu was a mix of mexican infusion and although nothing compared to the real thing, Alex was excited to try out the new food. 

But throughout looking at the menu, she kept taking peeks at Rio. Looking away every time he’d look at her and vice versa. It was fun, and new, and exciting. Alex hadn’t been on a proper date in a year but her nerves simmered down when Rio sent her a smile. He had this calming effect over her, she was comfortable with him even with all the butterflies.

When the waiter came back, both of them placed their food and drink orders in. And then she had all of Rio’s attention. He had his chin on his closed fist like always, his eyes glued to Alex. She did the same and smiled at him. He smiled back. 

“How was your day, mama?” 

“Boring, better now.” Rio was pleasantly surprised. Although he knew she was a flirt, she had seemed to get bolder with him. He liked it.

The waiter came back with their drinks and Alex took a sip of the cold liquor. 

“Tell me about it anyway.” Rio said. Alex was happy to comply, happy that he still wanted to know. Still cared even if it wasn’t exciting. And wasn’t that a good sign? That he would be so attentive through the boring stuff?

So Alex talked about a few of her regulars who came in, about who they were and what they did. And although it wasn’t much, Rio listened to her like he was hooked on every word. He asked questions about a few of them when he was curious and he loved that she cared so much about these people and knew so much about them. He loved that she wasn't money hungry, that she wasn't just after a sale, Alex genuinely appreciated her customers and their lives. People like her were hard to come by these days. Rio enjoyed the breath of fresh air she was. He imagined that if he ever found himself in a field of flowers, this is what it would feel like. Open air, sweet smells, and just all around joy. That’s what he felt when he was with Alex. Like she was a field of flowers that could entangle him in their vines and he’d be fine with it. 

Their food eventually came out and they continued to talk. Alex was able to get more out of Rio and he told her enough without giving up too much. Soon. He’d tell her soon. He at least wanted to know what it was like to taste those lips before she ultimately found out and ran far away from him. He tried to shake the thought away, not wanting to get into that when the night was going perfectly. 

Alex was having a great time with Rio. They were all smiles and laughs as she recalled stories about the girls from their college years or when Rio even shared some stories from when he was little. She was slowly finding out what made him who he was with each story he’d give her. She wanted to know everything about him, his fears, his secrets, his heart. She wanted to delve in deeper but she knew he was telling her what he could. He wasn’t the kind of guy to lay out everything at someone’s feet but he was trying and that was enough for her, she could be patient. 

“Ahora si, bailamos?” Rio stands up and holds out his hand. Alex smiled so big she was sure her cheeks would be aching later. But Rio had the same goofy grin.

“Por fin.” Alex said and took his hand and he led her to the dance floor. Alex was thrilled to see Rio on an actual dance floor about to actually dance with her. They chose to stay to the outer edges of the dance floor, away from the other people who filled up the floor. 

Alex swallowed hard as they faced each other when they found their spot. The music was loud but it was background noise in her head, all she was focused on was Rio. That charming smile and the way he looked at her. She didn’t think anyone had ever looked at her like that. Her heart swelled. He placed one hand at her hip and took her other hand in his. He pulled her closer to him, their smiles still in full force.

Rio started to move first and she followed his lead. After a few steps she was pleasantly surprised to see that he actually knew how to salsa. 

“Surprised, mama?” He said and then made her spin and come back into his chest. 

“Very.” He smirked as they continued to move. Rio loved how she fell into rhythm so easily, like it was second nature. He loved how her hips moved in her dress and how she had that pretty smile still on her face. He loved that she seemed to enjoy this as much as he was. He was surprising himself more and more every time he was with Alex. How easily he let her become a factor in his life, how he was fine being patient with her, how he felt every time he was with her. Rio was dancing. He hadn’t danced in years. No one had ever made him want to dance, he never found someone who he wanted to dance with. Until Alex. Until Alex had made that call today and wanted to ask him if he wanted to go out dancing with her. And he didn’t even have to think twice. Didn’t care that if any of the people he did business with, saw him dancing, they’d mock him for it. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything else when he was with Alex. Hell, even if he didn’t want to dance or couldn’t he’d still gladly say yes if only to hear that beautiful laugh of hers. 

Minutes passed, hours passed, days passed, Alex wasn’t sure when she was with Rio. They had been on the dance floor for a while, working up a slight sweat at the nonstop dancing. He never once asked to take a break, never once messed up their steps and flow. He kept his eyes locked on hers and didn’t dare look away. And when the song bled into something slow, Rio didn’t hesitate to pull her closer and wrap both arms around her waist. 

“I’m pretty sure this isn't salsa.” Alex teased but placed her hands on his shoulders anyways. 

“No, but I don’t care.” He said and she couldn’t argue with him. Being this close to him was what she had been craving for weeks now. The smell of his cologne infiltrated her senses, making her mind foggy with all that was Rio. His chest pressed against hers had her worried for a minute that he might hear her heart thumping fast in her chest. They swayed as the couples around them continued the usual steps of salsa. 

“You’re so damn gorgeous.” Rio said as he cupped her cheek, not being able to help himself. Something about Alex made him so comfortable, so much so that he was ready and willing to go on and on about how beautiful she was. Rio was no damn poet but he was sure he could conjure up something just by looking at her, just from Alex looking at him. 

“I’ve been waiting for weeks.” Alex said, feeling emboldened by the way Rio was looking at her. From how this night was going. From her feelings that were begging to be set free. 

Rio tilted his head slightly in confusion, amusement in his eyes. 

“For what?”

“For you to finally kiss me.”And that was all he needed. Rio didn’t hesitate as he smashed his lips against hers. Alex felt like she was falling or flying or possibly drowning. Drowning in everything that was Rio. His lips worked over hers smoothly and when he slid his tongue across her bottom lip, she let him in. He tasted like the beer he just had and something minty, and of course, something that she could only pinpoint as Rio. She was hooked. 

Rio was sure he was tasting heaven, or he was in heaven. All those weeks just wanting this, just wanting to taste her and here he was. He didn’t hold back as he let his tongue slip through her lips and she let him. Rio groaned as their tongues gilded against each other, as she put more force into the kiss. He was addicted, her smell, her taste, her soft lips on his. 

They melted into each other as they took a few seconds to breathe and then went right back in for more, not caring about the other patrons in the restaurant. Eventually they slowed the kiss down, just soft pecks every few seconds as they held each other. 

Alex finally had enough sense to stop the onslaught of kisses as the world came back to her. Rio leaned his forehead against hers and then took one of her hands off his neck and into his own, interlocking them. They continued to sway like that. Despite the music picking up the tempo, despite the other people around them, they couldn’t hear it, couldn’t see it. All they felt was each other. And damn was it bliss for Alex as much as it was Rio. 

“Worth the wait, mama?” Rio asked. 

“So worth it.” And she leaned in for another sweet kiss. She didn’t think she was ever going to stop wanting to kiss him. 

They stayed like that a little longer until they realized how late it was getting and that the restaurant was closing. 

When they got back to their table Alex tried to take out her wallet but Rio shook his head. 

“I snuck the waitress my card when you went to the bathroom.” Alex’s jaw dropped and she lightly hit him in the shoulder with her wallet. 

“Rio!” She was smiling though. Leave it to him to be that sneaky. 

“I told you it wasn’t going to be easy.” He said. Rio was dead set on picking up the bill for anywhere they would go. He wanted to take care of Alex. He wanted to give her nice things and good meals because she deserved it. Rio knew this wasn’t a simple little crush, no, it was bigger than that. It felt bigger and stronger than something so measly as an infatuation. 

Rio took her hand in his and led her out of the restaurant. 

“You’re going to be a pain.” Alex teased, Rio laughed and kissed her cheek. 

“So are you.” Alex laughed as they neared his car. She had an amazing night and kissing Rio, well it was all she wanted to do now. So when they got to his car she didn’t let him open the door yet. Instead she leaned against it and pulled him closer by his shirt. Rio got the idea and placed one hand at her waist and one up against the car, right by her head. 

“Kiss me.” Is all she said. Rio was eager to comply again as his lips met hers. He was sure kissing Alex would never get old. He would never tire of it. And now that he had tasted her, he didn’t want to stop. He wouldn’t stop. He was going to fight for her. Fuck everything else, he was going to make Alex his. 

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[firebrands]

finally, then once more; steve/tony

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Explicit, 6.1k of a college au and the four times tony asks steve to fuck him, and the one time steve finally does | Stony Bingo Prompt: loss of virginity | on ao3

Maybe Tony’s lack of sleep is to blame for how he doesn’t check to see who’s taken the seat on the bar beside him. He’s too busy typing, cigarette hanging loose from his lips, trying to make the most of his waking hours before his vision gets blurry. Based on experience, that happens when he hits the 28-hour mark.

Whoever’s sitting beside him has their knee pressing against Tony’s. Tony can feel the warmth through his tattered jeans, worn down at the knee.

The man beside him clears his throat, and Tony looks up.

It’s a good thing the cigarette is almost done, because it falls out of Tony’s lips. He stares, slack-jawed, at the absolute specimen in front of him.

“Uh,” Tony says, very eloquently.

The man smirks, and Tony has to suppress a shiver.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, all buff and blonde and blue-eyed and perfect.

Tony tilts his head, mirroring the man’s smirk. “If you wanna get arrested, be my guest.”

The man groans. “What the hell are you doing at a bar, then?”

“Smoking and working,” Tony says, laughing a little. “The cafe I was at closed.”

“And what, you don’t have a place to stay?”

The question hits too close to the mark.

“No smoking in the building,” Tony says.

The man nods. “And how old are you, exactly?”

“Old enough,” Tony says, shifting so he’s fully facing the man.

The man snorts. “You one of them geniuses who got accelerated through school and went to MIT early, then?”

“Maybe,” Tony sniffs, takes in the gray henley, sleeves smeared with a bit of paint. “And you must be, what, a liberal arts major at BU?”

The man arches his eyebrow. “Steve Rogers,” he says, extending a hand. Tony grins and takes it.

“So what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” Tony asks, resting his elbow on the bar and lighting a cigarette.

Steve shrugs and takes a sip from his beer. “Well I was gonna buy someone a drink, but it seems like a glass of milk is more appropriate.”

“Are you calling me young?” Tony gasps, affronted.

Steve raises his eyebrows, biting back a smile. “Not calling you old enough, either.”

“I’m eighteen!” Tony says, furiously tapping his cigarette on the ashtray.

Steve laughs. “And easy to rile up, too,” he says.

Tony rolls his eyes. “I’m not taking this,” he says, putting out his cigarette with a huff. “I’m going to find somewhere else to work where beautiful blondes won’t be distracting me.”

“Oh, believe me. I think I can take your full attention,” Steve says, leaning back on the chair.

Tony stops packing his bag and stares. It’s a bit unfair, how gorgeous he looks even in the awful lighting of the dive bar.

“That’s not fair,” Tony says, brain to mouth filter completely shot as he teeters dangerously close to exhaustion.

“I’ll tell you what’s not fair,” Steve says, straightening up a little. “Is how you manage to look absolutely gorgeous even if I can tell you haven’t had any sleep.”

Tony groans and rolls his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Yes, you are,” Steve says, raking his eyes up and down Tony’s body.

Tony bites his lip, excitement thrumming in his gut.

“And you have a bit of ash—” Steve murmurs, leaning close and thumbing at Tony’s cheek. “There you go. Perfect.”

He’s close enough that Tony can feel Steve’s breath on his cheek, and Tony turns his head a little, jaw still cupped in Steve’s hand, to brush his lips against Steve’s wrist.

He’s close enough that Tony can hear Steve suck in a breath.

Steve looks at Tony, and Tony meets his gaze, challenging. Steve smirks, biting his lip before leaning close and kissing Tony. It’s mind-numbingly sweet—Steve’s lips are soft, and he uses his hand on Tony’s jaw to angle the kiss so they slot perfectly together. Tony parts his lips almost immediately and swallows down a moan when he feels Steve’s tongue in his mouth.

They pull away slowly, and Tony’s happy to see he’s not the only one who’s breathless.

“I’d ask if you wanted to get out of here,” Steve says, smiling at Tony. “But I figure you have a deadline coming up, right?”

“Who cares,” Tony says emphatically. He wants to keep kissing, wants to feel Steve’s skin, wants to maybe, finally—

“I care,” Steve says, eyebrow cocked. “Give me your number, and call me when you’ve turned that in.”

“You are unbelievable!” Tony hisses, but types his number into Steve’s phone anyway.

Steve laughs, and sends Tony a text. “Come on, let me walk you home or something,” he says, taking Tony’s bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“First of all,” Tony splutters, following Steve out of the bar, “I can carry my own bag. Second of all, can we focus on ‘or something’?” Even though Tony suggests it, he’s already wincing at the idea of Steve in his room, especially given the state he’d left it in, all those hours ago.

Steve takes Tony’s hand in his. “Where to?”

Tony makes more disgruntled noises as a blush heats his cheeks. “You’re the worst,” he says, as he leads them to his apartment, which is thankfully, barely a block away.

“Do you wanna come in?” Tony asks hopefully, standing outside his door.

Steve grins and leans down to press a kiss to Tony’s cheek. “Next time, maybe.”

Tony pulls Steve in to kiss him properly, filthily, hoping that it gets the message across.

Steve squeezes Tony’s hand. “Come on, you’re a genius, aren’t you? I’m sure you’ve heard about delayed gratification,” he teases, right before raising Tony’s hand to his lips.

“Oh,” Tony says, all rebuttals whiting out of his brain at the tenderness of Steve’s lips on his knuckles.

Steve smirks up at him. “Yeah, oh. Go finish that paper, then we can talk.”

Tony makes a disbelieving noise, not knowing what words to say first, and Steve presses a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “Good night, Tony.”

He disentangles their fingers and gently pushes Tony towards his door. Tony keeps shaking his head, unable to wrap his mind around everything that’s happened.

“Good night, Steve,” he mumbles, finally turning around to open the door. He throws a glance over his shoulder and sees Steve walking backwards onto the sidewalk. He meets Tony’s gaze and waves.

  ***

 Three days later Tony meets Steve for dinner in a small Chinese restaurant.

“Hi,” Tony says tentatively. He’s dated, of course, back in high school, all those girls and boys that Howard would turn his nose up to. And in college, too, starting out with drunken kisses that turned to coffee dates, soured only when faced with Tony’s schedule and sleeping habits.

This feels—it feels new. Possible. Tony’s wrapping up his last semester and he only has his thesis to finish, and after that… Well, he’ll worry about after when he has to.

“Hey,” Steve says, grinning at Tony like he hung the sun. “Eaten here before?”

“Can’t say I have,” Tony says, eyeing the menu. “You order.”

Dinner is pleasant, Steve talks about his thesis project, and listens intently when Tony talks about his. He asks a lot of questions, and Tony can’t help but smile when Steve’s face looks so pensive, as if he’s trying to puzzle it out on his own.

“We don’t need to talk about it,” Tony says, as a waitress clears the table.

“I want to, if you want to,” Steve says earnestly. “It’s just so different, I can barely wrap my head around it.”

“Yeah,” Tony laughs. “Science, huh.”

Steve snorts, pays for dinner, and offers to walk Tony home.

“You wanna—” Tony starts, chewing on his lip.

“Yeah, for a bit,” Steve says. “Can’t stay up too late or I’ll be useless in class tomorrow.”

Tony laughs, leading Steve inside. “Can’t relate.”

“Yeah, what’s a proper sleeping schedule, right?” Steve teases.

They sit down on Tony’s couch and Tony clears his throat.

Steve huffs out a laugh, leans close to rest his hand on the back of Tony’s neck. “Been wanting to kiss you all night,” he murmurs.

“Good,” Tony says, before leaning up to press his lips against Steve’s.

The night devolves from there, Tony’s hand sliding up Steve’s shirt, Steve’s fingers carding through his hair. Tony’s about to reach down and undo Steve’s pants, Steve’s lips on his neck, sucking and biting, and through the haze of Tony’s groans, Steve pulls away with a start.

On the table, his phone is buzzing.

“Ah, fuck,” Steve says, picking up his phone.

“What is it?” Tony asks, a little annoyed at the disruption.

“I set an alarm for midnight,” Steve says sheepishly

“Why the fuck—”

 “Because we both have class tomorrow and—”

 “Just stay,” Tony says, pressing up closer to Steve. He kisses his neck and murmurs, “Stay and fuck me.”

Steve chokes, sputters, then clears his throat. “Next time,” he says, laughing a little, before kissing Tony on the lips and bidding him good night.

 ***

 There are a few more next times that culminate in heavy petting and Tony having to jack off on his bed when Steve leaves, but it all comes to a head one Saturday night when Steve invites him to a party at one of his friends’ houses.

“His name is Bucky,” Tony says, for the second time that night.

“Yes,” Steve answers with a sigh. “Yes, his name is Bucky, Tony. Jesus.”

Tony laughs. “What the fuck! That’s so weird. Like he never tried to change his nickname when he moved to college?”

“I may have had a hand in none of them ever sticking,” he says, laughing a little as he opens the door for Tony. Steve holds his hand as he guides them through the throng of people already inside, drinking and dancing and laughing. He finds his friends in the kitchen.

Tony stands to the side as Steve goes around hugging everyone in greeting, then Steve turns to him, beckons him closer and says, “This is Tony.”

Tony’s greeted by a chorus of “Hi, Tony!” and Steve introduces them all in turn; Natasha is leaning on the counter, smoking a cigarette. Sam is beside her, pouring shots. Bucky has his hand in a jar full of salsa, and declines to shake Tony’s hand.

They offer Tony a shot, and then a bottle of beer to chase it down.

 Tony’s drunk. He looks at the bottle of vodka in his hands, and sees how he has a few gulps left, so that explains why. Tony looks around the living room, still full of people, and oh, there’s a couple making out against the wall, that’s gross—

By the kitchen, Steve does a keg stand (he’s helped up by Bucky and Sam) and Tony is both horrified by the display, and turned on by the muscular lines of Steve’s stomach that had made an appearance when his shirt followed the force of gravity. The crowd cheers, and people pat Steve on the back as he makes his way toward Tony, a silly grin on his face. He collapses beside Tony on the couch, laughing and a little pink.

“Art major by day, frat boy by night,” Tony slurs, taking a swig before passing the bottle of Steve. Everything’s moving slowly.

“Even drunk, you’re still a smartass.” Steve laughs and wraps an arm around Tony’s waist. “C’mere,” he says, and pulls Tony into a searing kiss.

Tony follows easily, parts his lips open and paws at Steve’s chest. He’s wanted to kiss Steve all night, maybe has, once or twice, but not like this—wanton and reckless.

Tony shuffles to sit on Steve’s lap, and Steve lifts him almost effortlessly when he realizes what Tony wants to do. From this position it’s much nicer to kiss Steve, it lets him press up nice and close so they’re chest to chest. He runs his hands through Steve’s hair, then his shoulders, then his arms. Tony wants. He wants more. He wants it all.

“Fuck me,” Tony whispers, before making his point even clearer by nipping at Steve’s ear.

A laugh rumbles out of Steve as he takes Tony’s face in his hands. “Baby, you’re drunk.”

“Not that drunk,” Tony grumbles, grinding down hard on Steve’s lap.

Steve kisses him, but with less heat. “Still drunk,” he says.

Tony reaches over to take another swig of vodka, annoyed, and wakes up in his apartment, fully clothed.

“God damn it!” he yells, which only makes the pounding in his head worse.

 ***

  They’ve been dating for almost three months, now. “I can’t believe you picked me up in a bar,” Tony says, leaning his hip on the kitchen counter, watching as Steve makes them dinner.

“Well, imagine my shock when, after hyping myself up for thirty minutes, I found out that I couldn’t even buy you a drink.”

Tony laughs, taking a sip of Steve’s wine. “You were pretty slick,” he says fondly.

“Glad you think so,” Steve says, pulling out a spoon from the drawer and dips it into the sauce. He holds it out to Tony.

Tony opens his mouth and brightens immediately. “That’s good.”

“Good,” Steve says, turning off the burner. They’re silent as the pasta cooks in a different pot.

Tony takes a deep breath. He’s been thinking about how Steve has never—how they’ve never done anything below the belt, but have fallen asleep beside each other, or how Steve never really listens when Tony asks him to. He’s fretted about it more than once. And it’s not like they don’t have enough time alone, or that Steve doesn’t want Tony to see his place. He just doesn’t seem to want… that. Tony’s been trying to build up the courage to bring it up, but he’s worried that it might just drive Steve away, or make him think that that’s all Tony wants, which isn’t true, because Tony only has visual and literary references for what that could be like, so.

Steve hums to himself as he mixes the pasta in with the sauce and Tony hands him the plates.

“Steve,” Tony says, eyes on the pasta.

“Hm?” Steve replies, bringing the plates to the table. “Oh, bring the wine, please.”

Tony sits down across Steve and takes another deep breath.

“Tony,” Steve says, looking concerned. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Tony says immediately. “I mean, maybe? I don’t know?”

Steve nods and waits.

Tony shoves a forkful of pasta into his mouth. “This is delicious,” he says.

Steve nods, beginning to eat as well, but he looks at Tony occasionally, worry clear in his face.

“I can do the dishes!” Tony volunteers when they’re both done, because he’s a coward and can’t imagine how to even begin the conversation.

“It’s fine,” Steve says, taking the plates from Tony and dumping them into the sink. “Let’s talk.”

Tony slips out onto Steve’s balcony and lights a cigarette.

Steve leans against the wall.

When Tony turns to look at him, Steve is smiling at Tony in what Tony’s sure Steve thinks looks encouraging. But Tony can see the anxiety in Steve’s eyes.

“SO!” Tony says, clapping his hands together. “Dinner was great.”

“Thank you,” Steve says graciously.

“What do you want to talk about?” Tony asks.

“What do you want to talk about?” Steve asks.

Tony shrugs. “Well.”

Steve motions for Tony to continue.

“Thoughts on sex!” Tony says.

Steve coughs out a small cloud of smoke, and it takes him a moment to catch his breath. “What?”

“With me!” Tony adds, uselessly. It’s like something inside him has unhinged his jaw and now he can’t stop. “What are you thoughts on having sex with me!”

“I—” Steve sputters. “What?”

“Because we’ve never, and that’s weird, right? We should. Maybe. If you want! I’m down.”

Steve cradles his head in his hands. “What is happening?”

“Do you not want to? Because that’s cool too!” Tony says, pacing around. He takes a long drag off his cigarette.

“Of course I want to!” Steve says, exasperated.

Tony stops, turns to Steve, and stares.

“Then why—”

 “Because you’ve never done it before, Tony, and I don’t want to rush into things, and I don’t know if you’re the kind of person who cares about who they do it with for the first time, but I’m that kind of person, and I want you to be sure—to be sure, about me, I mean.”

Tony stares some more.

Steve raises a shaky hand and takes a drag. “I didn’t want you to feel that we had to have sex for this to work out.”

An emotion Tony can’t name rises up from his belly, fills his throat, and comes tumbling out of his mouth. “I fucking love you, you dumb log of a man,” Tony hisses.

Steve drops his cigarette at the same moment that Tony slaps his hand over his mouth.

A small laugh is beginning to bubble out of Steve, and he crosses the space between them in two large steps. He cups Tony’s jaw in his hand and uses the other to pry Tony’s hand off his mouth.

Steve is grinning ear to ear, and he laughs a little before he says, “I love you too, you gremlin masquerading as a human.” He kisses Tony, gentle and sweet and loving, and Tony melts into him, pulls him as close as he can, because wow, wow.

Steve leads them back into Tony’s apartment, bumping into his bookshelf as they wind their way to Tony’s room. “Not tonight,” Steve says, and Tony nods, dazed and more than happy to fall asleep in Steve’s arms.

  ***

 One of the nice things about Tony’s apartment is the way it catches the sun. When he wakes up, it’s to the sight of Steve leaning against his headboard, bathed in sunlight as he reads a magazine.

Tony sighs, content.

“Good morning,” Steve says, setting the magazine aside. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” Tony admits, shuffling close and tilting his head up.

Steve huffs out a laugh and grants Tony’s unspoken request for a good morning kiss.

“Are we going to fuck now?” Tony asks, shifting to rest on his elbow.

“Are we?” Steve teases.

Tony pouces on top of Steve, pinning his hips down with his own. “Yes, please.”

Steve laughs, resting his hands on Tony’s waist. “Who am I to deny you?”

Tony kisses him, then makes his way down Steve’s neck. He’s seen videos, he knows what to do, or at least, sort of. “I want to…” Tony starts. “Could you just. Lie down?” Tony asks.

Steve nods.

“Tell me what feels good,” Tony says, and Steve nods again, understands that for now, Tony needs to be in control.

Steve is content to lie back and watch Tony, a faint blush dusting his cheeks and neck. He lets out a soft moan when Tony licks his collarbone, and Tony watches as Steve fists the sheets when he takes a tentative lick of Steve’s nipple.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” Steve grinds out.

“Okay,” Tony breathes out, and Steve shifts again. Tony bites his lip and blows at the stiff peak of Steve’s nipple.

“Jesus christ,” Steve curses.

Tony laughs a little to himself, then continues down Steve’s torso, licking at the muscles of Steve’s abs, until finally, he is stopped by Steve’s boxers.

Steve chews on his bottom lip.

Tony looks up at Steve. “Please?”

Steve continues to bite his lip as he raises his hips, hooks his fingers under the band, and slips off his shorts.

Tony stares. He’s never actually seen Steve’s cock until this moment, only felt it once or twice, and always through layers of Steve’s jeans. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment.

“I—hng,” Tony says, staring. He licks his lips. “You’re—” Tony sucks on his lower lip. “Wow.”

“We don’t have to—” Steve starts, looking worried.

“Oh, no, we do,” Tony says, “we absolutely must.”

Steve blushes. “Okay.”

“Please do not tell me that you’ve been putting off fucking me because you apparently have the biggest fucking dick in the world,” Tony says, crawling up to gaze down at Steve.

“No,” Steve lies.

Tony laughs and kisses him, swinging his leg over Steve’s hips and pressing his ass against Steve’s cock as he does.

“Can I fuck you,” Steve gasps out. He pushes Tony back so that Tony feels the entire length of Steve pressed against his ass, feels the way that his cheeks are pushed apart by the sheer girth of him.

“I don’t know,” Tony says, a panic seeping into his voice. “Can you??”

“Yeah,” Steve grins, sitting up. “But let me open you up real good first.”

“Holy. Fucking. God,” Tony says emphatically. “You have never sounded more hot than in that moment.”

Steve laughs, pulling Tony close to kiss him. “Looks like I have the rest of the morning to keep impressing you,” he murmurs.

Tony groans.

“I—I want,” Tony says. He reaches out and wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock tentatively. It’s so thick his fingers don’t meet as he encircles his girth. “Can I—?” he asks haltingly, moving back down to look at Steve’s cock, to really appreciate it.

Steve leans back. “I don’t know, can you?” He repeats, a lazy smirk on his lips.

Tony swallows. “Tell me if it’s good,” he says, lowering himself down. He takes a deep breath, and licks the head of Steve’s cock.

Steve groans. “That’s good,” he says, fingers winding around the sheets.

Tony parts his lips and takes it into his mouth. It’s intoxicating, to be this close to Steve, his cock heavy on Tony’s tongue, Steve’s musk permeating everything. Tony has to work to relax his jaw to take more of it in.

Above him, Steve is breathing unsteadily.

Tony breathes in through his nose and tries to go deeper, hyper aware of his teeth.

“That’s good, that’s so good,” Steve says, voice shaking a little. “If you want, with your tongue—“

Tony presses his tongue flat against the underside of Steve’s cock, making Steve groan. “Fuck, yes, Tony, that’s so good,” he babbles, clenching and unclenching his fist on the blanket.

Tony closes his eyes, tries to move his tongue around the silken heat. “Yes, yes, yes—oh,” Steve chants.

Tony lowers his mouth further, slowly, working to accommodate Steve’s cock, then it hits the back of his throat and Tony pulls up immediately.

“It’s too big,” Tony says. He’s surprised by how rough his voice sounds.

“You don’t need to put it all in your mouth,” Steve says, somehow still coherent, but his voice is a bit thready. He focuses his gaze on Tony. “You can use your hand, to help.”

Tony nods like a man on a mission, and takes Steve’s cock back into his mouth. He can feel Steve straining to stay still, and it sends a thrill down his spine.

He begins to pull up just as Steve’s cock hits the back of his throat again, but remembers what Steve said, and uses his hand to follow the motion.

“Oh fuck,” Steve moans. His eyes are trained on Tony’s lips. Tony notices and winks, making Steve groan and look away.

“You’re doing so well,” he breathes out. He threads his fingers through Tony’s hair, and Tony moans at the touch—Steve tightens his grip, and Tony moans some more.

Tony settles into a rhythm as he bobs up and down Steve’s cock; he squeezes his eyes shut as he focuses on Steve’s pleasure. Then he notices that Steve is canting his hips up, following Tony’s movements. Tony groans, wrapping his fingers tighter around Steve’s cock.

Steve makes a broken noise above him and pulls Tony away. “Stop,” he says, just as Tony makes a small noise of disapproval.

“But—“ Tony starts. Steve leans over to kiss him, which, hot, given where Tony’s mouth just was.

“My turn,” Steve says, flipping Tony easily on to his back.

“Hey!” Tony says, but quiets when Steve slides his hands down Tony’s sides and kisses him again. Tony’s so lost in how good it feels to kiss Steve that he barely notices that Steve has lifted his hips up and slid his shorts off him.

“You were so good,” Steve says, before kissing him again, and Tony’s overwhelmed by everything happening seemingly all at once: he’s overwhelmed by how good it feels to be naked around Steve, how it feels to have Steve’s bare skin pressed against his, how it feels to have Steve’s cock thick against his thigh, how it feels to have Steve’s mouth on him.

Steve’s hand is warm on his chest, and Tony nearly jolts out of the bed when Steve tweaks his nipple. “Fuck,” Tony breathes out, because holy fuck, Steve’s kissed his neck before, but this feels too much. He surprises himself with the whimper that comes out of his mouth when Steve licks down his chest and sucks on his nipple.

“Like that?” Steve asks, and Tony can’t find the words, can’t find any words at all to express how he fucking loves it.

Steve grins up at him, kisses and nips down Tony’s chest.

“I’m going to suck your cock now,” Steve says, looking up at Tony.

“Okay,” Tony says, because what else could anyone say to that?

Steve smiles, presses a kiss to Tony’s hip, and without any warning, slides Tony’s cock into his mouth.

“Oh my fucking—oh, ah, fucking fuck,” Tony groans, hands flying to find purchase. He mirrors Steve’s actions and threads his fingers through Steve’s hair. It’s wildly erotic, feeling Steve’s head bob up and down his cock, and all Tony can do is watch, transfixed, as Steve sucks him down to the base, and pulls up to suckle at the tip.

Tony doesn’t even know what he’s saying, or if he’s saying anything at all, moaning and groaning at the sheer pleasure of it all.

Steve pulls away with a lewd sounding pop and he looks up at Tony.

Tony stares down at him, dumbstruck.

“All right?” Steve asks.

“Fuck,” Tony breathes out.

Steve laughs, the bastard, and licks a bead of precum off of Tony’s cock. Tony groans.

“Lube?” Steve asks.

Tony swallows and tries to get control of himself. His legs feel like jelly and he wants Steve’s mouth on him again, so he says so.

“Soon, baby,” Steve coos. “Lube first.”

Tony digs around his drawer and feels the bed dip. He turns over his shoulder to check and Steve holds up a pack of condoms in response.

Tony nods, and goes back to searching, stopping only when Steve moves up to kiss his shoulder, his back. “You having fun?”

“Yes,” Tony says shakily. He holds up the tube in triumph, then hands it to Steve.

“More fun in a bit,” Steve says, taking it from him.

Tony huffs out a laugh, and Steve pulls him in for a kiss. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, looking at Tony right in the eye.

“I won’t want you to stop,” Tony says, suddenly embarrassed by how earnest Steve’s tone was. Besides, he’d been looking forward to this for literally months.

“Promise that you’ll tell me,” Steve says, taking Tony’s chin in his hand, making Tony meet his gaze.

“Okay, I will,” Tony says, biting his lip.

“Good boy,” Steve smiles, and presses a quick kiss to Tony’s lips before settling back on the bed. “Lie down.”

“Oh my god,” Tony murmurs, but does so anyway. “Should I…?” Tony trails off, not really knowing what to say. The sudden break to search for lube has given his brain enough time to boot up and thus, freak out a little.

“Just relax and let me take care of you,” Steve says, smiling up at Tony.

“You sure?” Tony asks.

Steve’s smile widens. “Yes, Tony. Let me.” He presses a kiss to Tony’s knee, then moves up so he’s hovering just above Tony. He crooks a finger at Tony, beckoning him closer.

Tony leans up, and Steve kisses him, soft and gentle at first, then more passionately when Tony reaches up and touches him.

“It’s easier if you’re on your knees,” Steve says. “That okay with you?”

“Yeah,” Tony says, mirroring Steve’s smile.

Steve leans back and Tony gets on all fours. Steve takes a pillow and places it under Tony’s hips.

“You can rest on your elbows, if it gets too much,” Steve says gently.

“It won’t,” Tony says, sounding much more self-assured than he feels.

Steve huffs out a laugh. “Okay, I’m going to slide a finger in, okay?”

“Okay,” Tony says, looking over his shoulder. He watches with baited breath as Steve slicks up a finger.

“Try and relax for me, okay?”

“Okay,” Tony says, breathing out slowly.

Steve presses a kiss on the apple of Tony’s ass and presses at Tony’s hole.

Tony holds back a gasp as Steve inches it in slowly. It doesn’t feel particularly bad, but it doesn’t feel particularly good, either.

“You’re doing great,” Steve says, moving in and out, and Tony breathes, all anxious anticipation. “I’m going to open you up some more with a second finger, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” Tony says. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the feeling of Steve’s hands. He has his other resting on Tony’s hip, holding him in place. The second finger proves to have the same effect, and Tony tries not to feel weird about it, and he’s about to ask Steve, should this be feeling good or…?

Except Steve chooses that moment to crook his fingers, hitting that one spot in Tony that makes him see stars. Tony lets out a strangled yelp, and his elbows buckle beneath him.

“There it is,” Steve says, sounding very smug. Tony’s too blissed out to snark back, because Steve keeps rubbing his finger over the spot. All Tony can do is groan.

“Third finger,” Steve says gently, and this—this makes Tony moan, loudly, surprised at how pleasurable the stretch felt.

“Oh god, Steve,” Tony breathes out, rocking his hips back.”That’s—” Tony lets out a strangled groan when Steve spreads his fingers inside him, stretching him even further.

“Good?” Steve asks, pressing a soft kiss on Tony’s lower back.

“Yes,” Tony moans out. “Yes!” he cries, when he feels all three of Steve’s fingers press against that one special spot. Steve keeps fucking his fingers into Tony until Tony’s dissolved into a writhing, moaning mess beneath him.

“Fuck me,” Tony breathes out, “please, please, please fuck me already.”

“You sure?” Steve asks.

“Yes,” Tony hisses.

Steve huffs out a laugh, and his fingers make a lewd sound as he slips them out of Tony. It makes Tony shiver.

Tony feels boneless already, but musters enough strength to look back at Steve, who is rolling a condom on.

“Surprised it fits,” Tony mumbles.

Steve looks up at him, startled, and then blushes furiously.

Tony grins and shakes his hips. “I’m ready,” he says.

Steve chuckles a little, then rests his hand back on Tony’s thigh. “Tell me, okay?”

“I will,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “Come on.”

“You are so impatient,” Steve says, sounding both annoyed and impressed.

Tony’s about to make another quip but sucks in a breath when he feels the thick head of Steve’s cock press against his hole.

“Oh,” Tony says. He breathes out, trying to relax. Then he feels the ridge of Steve’s cock finally broach the entrance of his hole and Tony nearly screams.

“Holy, fucking—oh my god, oh god, Steve—” Tony groans, turning to press his face into the matress to try and muffle the sounds he’s making.

“I got you,” Steve says, voice tight. “You’re doing so well for me, Tony, you’re doing so good, god, you feel so good already,” Steve says, gripping Tony’s hip.

Tony lets out a long, shaky breath as he feels Steve continue to slide slowly inside him. He bites his lip, and whimpers. “Steve, oh my god, you’re going to break me in half,” he says, breaths coming out short. It’s deliciously excruciating, it feels so good that it almost hurts with how good it feels.

“Halfway there, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs, now rubbing circles on Tony’s hip.

“H-halfway?” Tony chokes out. He can’t tell how much more he can take. Then he feels Steve’s cock press against that same place as earlier and it pushes a moan out of Tony, and now he’s fully lost control of himself, he’s drooling on the sheets, it feels so good, it feels unreal, Tony is going to die on Steve’s cock and that’s okay—

“You’re not going to die,” Steve says, halting Tony’s thoughts. “But keep talking.”

Tony huffs in response, because honestly words are impossible right now, and Steve still hasn’t bottomed out, Steve is still fully stuffing his ass with his big fucking cock and—

“You have the filthiest mouth,” Steve groans. “Are you sure you’ve never been fucked before?”

“Oh I am sure,” Tony manages, before he groans again. His breaths are shaky, short, and his eyes keep falling shut on their own volition; all his focus is spent on the feeling of Steve spreading him open.

Steve groans when his hips finally hit Tony’s ass.

Tony’s too dazed to say anything; he’s breathing through his mouth, and nothing else matters.

Steve rocks against him gently, and Tony nearly cries out. He’s so full, stretched so wide open, it feels amazing.

“Hn—fuck,” Tony breathes out, once he’s finally centered himself.

“I’m going to start fucking you now,” Steve grinds out. “You’re so fucking tight, Tony.”

Tony moans. “I’m going to die because of your cock.”

“Not yet you won’t,” Steve says, and Tony bites back a whine when Steve begins to pull out. “So fucking good,” Tony groans, “your cock feels so fucking good.”

Tony loses himself to the sound of Steve’s skin slapping against his—erotic and physical and wild; Tony feels unhinged, and when Steve adjusts his angle and begins to pound into his prostate, Tony feels his soul ripped out of his body. He’s sure that he’s crying, whimpering, clutching at the sheets, and it doesn’t help that every time Steve fucks him, his own cock gets some relief, pressed against the pillow Steve had put under Tony’s hips in what feels like years ago.

“Oh, god, yes, yes, there,” Tony chants, before biting down on the bed to muffle his screams. It feels like Steve’s hands are everywhere, sliding up and down his sides, tweaking his nipples, and then Tony screams when Steve pushes his cheeks apart, holds his ass open with his thumbs.

“Fucking gorgeous, you’re taking my cock so fucking well,” Steve says, “god you’re so fucking tight, Tony, it’s like your ass was made for my cock,” and holy christ who taught Steve to talk like that.

Tony groans, shifting back a little so he can fuck himself onto Steve’s cock. It seems to punch a groan out of Steve, and Tony feels a little better about being a drooling, quivering mess for however long Steve’s been destroying his ass.

Steve lifts up Tony’s hips a little, his grip tight, and Tony only has a moment to realize the shift in position before Steve’s hand is on his cock and that is it, it’s over, Tony has officially died and gone to heaven, because this is for sure what heaven is: Steve’s cock buried to the hilt in his ass, Steve’s hand squeezing and pumping his cock, and Tony’s moans reverberating in his ears as he finally, finally comes.

It only takes what Tony assumes to be a moment—because what is time, after such a religious experience—before Steve comes with broken sound. It’s wild that Tony can feel Steve’s cock twitching inside him, and Steve stays for a moment until it gets truly, finally, too much.

Steve collapses on the bed beside Tony, and Tony rolls onto his back.

“You okay?” Steve asks, turning to look at Tony. He brushes Tony’s hair away from his forehead and leans close to press a kiss to Tony’s cheek.

“Holy god damn shit,” Tony breathes out, finally getting his bearings.

“Enjoyed it, then?” Steve asks, grinning.

Tony turns to Steve and smiles, exhausted. “I need to take a nap. And then I need you to fuck me again.”

Steve laughs and pulls Tony into a kiss. “Yes, sir.”

[hopelikethemoon]

Girl’s Night (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Girl’s Night  Rating: PG-13 Length: 3800 Warnings: Discussions about cancer, abusive parents, toxic family (illusions to racism and homophobia) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in September 1998. gif by coredrive! If you’ve forgotten what Reader’s backstory is, you can find out more at the link above!  Summary: Reader has a girls night with Connie and Monica.

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You knew something had to be up. The girl’s night had been your idea, but Connie had seized on it without hesitation. Steve and Javier would watch the girls at your house — and play PlayStation — while you and Monica would come get wine drunk at the Murphy’s. 

Connie seemed to be in great spirits for most of the evening. Conversation mostly focused on how the girl’s were doing in school, where you saw your career going, and Connie complaining about working double shifts at the hospital.

And that was when the conversation veered in a different direction. 

Connie topped off her wine glass, only to chug it down like a champ. 

“Uh-oh.” You took a sip of your own wine, before sitting your glass aside. “Connie, what’s wrong?”

Just a week ago, Javier had assured you that things would be fine with them. Whatever their problem was, it wasn’t as serious as Connie feared that it was.

Monica looked warily between the two of you, “Should I be nervous?”

“Probably.” You shot back, before keeping your focus on Connie as she leaned forward, propping her elbows on the table. 

“Steve had a cancer scare.”

“Oh my God.” Monica covered her mouth.

You just stared, “Just a scare?”

She nodded, “It happened months ago. In May!” Connie pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes. “I’m so fucking mad at him I could spit. But I’m relieved. I just can’t believe he wouldn’t tell me.”

“Wait… rewind. When did you find out?”

“Monday.”

“Shit.” You frowned. “I’m gonna kick his ass into 2020.”

Connie laughed bitterly. “He didn’t want to scare me. That was his excuse at first.”

“At first?” Monica frowned. “Why is it such a man thing to hide shit from their partners? I don’t get it.”

“It’s all about their ego,” You explained. “What kind? I mean, Javier and Steve smoked like freight—“

“Testicular.” Connie answered bluntly and Monica choked. “I guess, in May he found a growth on his left testicle and—“

“Please spare me the details.” Monica groaned, sinking back in her chair. “I don’t want to hear about Steve’s testicles.”

You snorted quietly, trying to keep from laughing at Monica’s utterly scandalized expression. “But he didn’t tell you? I mean… that would explain the whole…” You gave Connie a look as you gestured vaguely. 

“Mhm. I’m just so pissed off.” Connie admitted. “He lied about a trip he took back in May. I can’t even believe it. He just lied! He went to Tampa to see a doctor outside of my hospital network so I wouldn’t… I don’t know. I don’t get his logic.”

“He’s a man. Don’t expect logic.” Monica pointed out. 

“She’s not wrong.” You shrugged. “But, holy shit. Why wouldn’t he just tell you?”

“My mother.”

Oh. Shit. 

Connie’s voice grew quieter, her eyes shining with tears. “After all of my struggles with pregnancy, after all the tests, the infertility treatments, after everything — she still blames Steve.” She lowered her gaze, quickly wiping a tear away. “And with her being with us most of the summer, Steve just… I guess, In his defense, he was afraid this would give her ammo.” 

“Connie, sweetie…” You rose from your seat and moved around the table to sit beside her. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her to you, rubbing her back. 

“He lied. To my face. For months.” Connie mumbled, her voice muffled as she covered her face. “That’s why he couldn’t get it up. All summer, all my attempts to initiate and he was so stressed about lying that he couldn’t even perform.”

“I’m going to grab…” Monica looked around nervously. “Chips? Salsa? Something other than this conversation?”

Connie laughed, “I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize.” Monica made a face. “I’m just gonna go sit and watch TV until this conversation is over.”

“I’ll call you when it’s over.” You assured her as Connie pulled back, sniffling and wiping tears away. “Did Steve tell you all of this on his own or…?”

“It was horrible.” Connie told you gravely. “I took your advice, I bought this really cute black teddy. I made us dinner, the girls were out of the house.”

“Fuck.” You grimaced, “Connie, I’m so…”

“Don’t.” She shook her head. “It made him finally admit to everything. Full-on nervous breakdown. I guess he hated how things had been because of this secret. It was bad. It was good. He cried, which… I haven’t seen him do in years.”

“Are you… I mean, are you guys okay or…” You almost didn’t want to know. Steve and Connie were such an ever present force in your lives. They had always had their rocky moments, but at the end of the day they always managed to find solid ground.

“I asked him to sleep in the guest room.” Connie admitted to you, pulling herself out of your embrace as she reached for the wine bottle and poured herself another glass.

“Do you mind telling me what happened?” You questioned lightly, reaching across the table to grab your discarded glass of wine, taking a short sip of the drink. 

Connie inhaled shakily, “Well… I had Monday night off so I arranged for the neighbours to watch the girls for us. Admittedly, Steve was a little anxious during dinner. In hindsight, I realize that he might’ve been… I think he was planning on telling me already.” She frowned, rubbing her thumb over the crease between her brows as she stared down at her wine glass. 

“I had no idea. If I had known the truth was something like this, I would not have encouraged you to try to romance him.” You wondered if Javier had known what was going on. He had to. He’d been so certain that things would be fine, so long as Steve talked to her. 

“It’s… probably for the best.” Connie shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, don’t get me wrong… I’m relieved that he doesn’t have cancer, but the way he went about it. I’ve never been so pissed at him.” 

“Not to play devil’s advocate, but…” You pursed your lips. “I know how much Steve hates your mother. I mean, I know it’s a mutual emotion, but… Can you really blame him for wanting to keep it quiet? Not for months, that’s… shitty. But you weren’t going to kick your mother out.” 

You knew both sides of the story of Connie’s mother — Ethel Gibson. You had met her a handful of times since moving to Miami and the picture Steve and Connie had painted hadn’t been far off the reality. She was a fiery woman, daughter of Irish immigrants, and forged by the coal mines of Appalachia. She was one of twelve children, mother to nine, and devoutly religious. She deeply resented Steve because he whisked Connie off the mountain without marrying her first. In fact, they hadn’t married until they moved to Miami after they’d both completed college. 

And in all those years, Ethel would’ve been fine with their sinful lifestyle, if Connie had only given her a grandchild. Just one. 

Last year, when Ethel came to visit, Connie had called you tears because her mother had cruelly told her that God had cursed them for living in sin for so many years. That they would never have real children because they had done everything wrong. 

Despite how toxic her mother was, Connie hadn’t quite figured out how to sever that connection. Ethel was useful during the summer, when everyone was working. But she was a hateful old hag. 

Connie swept another tear off her cheek as she turned to look at her, “I just can’t believe the lengths he went to hide this. A fake business trip, going outside of our insurance, and then months of making me feel like something was wrong.”

“Want me to kick his ass? Cause I will.” You smiled a little at her. “I mean, he did try to take care of your needs — right?”

She nodded her head slowly, “I do get it.” Connie chewed on her bottom lip as she ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass. “I just hate how he went about this. I could’ve been there for him. I mean how would you feel if Javier pulled this shit?”

“There would be a surreptitious rose bush in the backyard.” You answered without hesitation. “Maybe a new concrete patio.”

“Exactly!” Connie shook her head then. “I don’t want to stay mad at him. I really do get why he did it. If my mother caught wind that he had something wrong with his testicles, it would just further fuel her hatred for him. It would be his fault that I’m… barren.”

You reached over and squeezed her hand. “You’re an amazing mother to two little girls who think the world of you, Connie. Olivia and Emily love you both, no differently than my girls love us.” 

“I know. I know.” She squeezes your hand back. “I can’t believe I let her convince me that Steve was cheating! And the reality was that he just couldn’t get it up because he had been lying to me.”

“I think you should let him out of the doghouse. Maybe not tonight since you are teetering on the edge of being white girl wasted when he gets home.” You sat the bottle of wine of her reach. “But I think he punished himself all summer.”

“I agree.” Connie gave you a look. “He said Javier was pretty pissed off at him for how he handled things.”

“Javier knew?” You glowered. “I guess the boys are allowed to keep some secrets.” That was going to be a discussion you had with Javier when you got home. 

Connie wiped at her eyes again, sinking back into her chair with a heavy sigh. “I spent all summer thinking something was wrong with me. All summer! I just couldn’t figure out why everything felt fine, but he… It’s so stupid. I’m so pissed off that he put me through this, but equally pissed that I get it.” 

“I know this isn’t an easy conversation to have,” You started cautiously, chewing on your thumbnail as you stared at Connie. “But I think it might be time to cut your mother off.” 

Connie started to cry again and your heart clenched as you watched her break down beside you. 

“Alright, come on. Get up. We’re gonna go into the family room with Monica and have this conversation.” You urged, giving her arm a squeeze as you encouraged her to get up out of her chair. “No more wine.” 

“You’re no fun.” 

“I get it from Javi.” You shot back, guiding Connie into the family room. 

“Are we done talking about Steve’s balls?” Monica questioned, brows drawn together as she met your eyes. “Shit, Connie. Are you okay?”

“Some tough love is about to happen.” You told her flatly as Connie sat down in the middle of the sofa, you and Monica on either side. 

Monica scooted closer and gave Connie’s shoulder a squeeze, “Do I need to get the wine?” 

“No,” Connie shook her head. “No, she was right. I need to stop. Getting drunk isn’t going… It’s just hard.”

You tucked your legs beneath you, turning on the sofa to face Connie. “I know.” You rubbed your lips together as you mulled over what the right words to say were. Turning your back on a parent was difficult — no matter how terrible they were. But sometimes, it had to be done. Especially when it’s a detriment to your own wellbeing. Or, in this case, your relationship. It was time to cut the ties. “How long have you and Steve been together?”

Connie brought her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she rested her chin on her knees. “Twenty-two years.” 

“In those twenty-two years, has Ethel ever said anything kind towards her son-in-law?”

She shook her head, “Unless you consider the handful of times she’s complimented him on his hair cut.”

“Well, that’s weird.” Monica laughed. “Is that the only nice thing she has to say?”

Connie rolled her eyes, “Most likely. She’s never liked him.” 

“We could always start a girl gang of women who hate their parents.” Monica suggested, which made Connie laugh. “I’m serious. Nadia makes these really cool pins.” She leaned over the side of the sofa, grabbing her jean jacket and showing off the pins on her lapel. 

“I might just take you up on that.” Connie quipped, before she leaned against you with a dramatic sigh. “I can’t believe Steve felt like he needed to hide a cancer prognosis, out of fear of my mother. If he had just told me… I would’ve stood by him. I wouldn’t have let her use it.” 

“It doesn’t matter.” Monica pointed out, “Even if you stand up to them, they’re not going to change. They’ll always find a way to cut you down.” She shook her head slowly, “My parents always suspected I was queer. It’s why they hit me. But when I was in high school, I convinced a friend of mine — he was so nice — to date me. Just to try to control the situation.” She wrapped her arms around her waist, lips drawn thin as she spoke. “But that wasn’t good enough for them. He wasn’t good for me. He wasn’t who they wanted me with. It was all about control.” 

“You know my history,” You told Connie with a heavy sigh. “If I hadn’t cut her off, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” 

Connie nodded her head, “You’re both right.” She wiped at her cheeks, exhaling shakily. “She never wanted me to leave the hollow. She wanted me to live the same life she did. In a tiny house, married to some coal miner or a long-distance truck driver. Miserable and bitter like her.” 

“She wanted to control you.” Monica stated. 

“She acted like she was going to die when I told her I was leaving with Steve,” Connie recalled. “He got into college — just on the other side of the mountain. Less than a day’s drive in good weather. We’d only been dating for a couple months, but he knew I hated it there. I felt like shit for weeks because my mother acted like she was just going to lay down and die because I’d betrayed her. But I wanted more. I wanted to go to school for nursing. I wanted to live in a real town and not the side of a mountain. She’s never forgiven me for that.” 

“I’ll punch her in the face if you want me to.” You remarked with a short laugh. “I’ve been wanting to since she made you cry last year. She’s a bitch and frankly, we both know what her real issue is with the girls.”

Monica gave you a look, “It was painfully obvious.” 

“And look, you don’t have to make it a big deal.” You reminded Connie. “You keep contact limited. You can send Christmas cards and birthday cards — but you don’t make time to call her. You don’t welcome her into your home and you don’t visit her. If you want another twenty-two years with Steve, that’s just how it’s going to have to be.”

“I know.”  She sank back against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. “I hate this. I really do. She has always been a thorn in the side of our marriage the entire time. I feel so bad for Steve. He’s never said a mean thing to her or about her.” 

“Steve’s a saint, but he’s not off the hook for lying to you.” You reminded her. “But go easy on him. He didn’t do it maliciously.” 

“I think… I’m going to call him.” Connie scooted to the edge of the sofa. “Are you both good to go home?”

“I just have to call a cab.” 

Monica checked her watch, “Nadia can be here in like fifteen to pick me up.” 

“Thank you both.” Connie slung her arms around both of you, pulling you towards her. “I really needed this. I really needed this.” 

“I’m just glad you and Steve are going to be okay.”

She nodded, “And we will be. We will.” 

You felt terrible for them. But relationships had ups and downs. It was just important that you came out on the ups, rather than the downs. 

———

 “So you knew about Steve’s balls.” You stated as you rolled onto your side towards Javier. The bedroom was dark, but you could almost imagine his expression just from the huff he let out. “Well?”

“Interesting choice of pillow talk.” Javier remarked as he rolled onto his back, reaching out beneath the covers to grab your leg. He gave it a squeeze, sighing heavily. “Yeah, he told me at the bar last week.”

“So you just found out.” 

“Yeah.” He rubbed his thumb over your skin. “I hear he’s sleeping in the guest room. I told him he fucked up. Lying to her for how many months?”

You reached down and rested your hand over his, “I think she’ll let him back in her bed tonight. We talked it through.” 

“And the prognosis?”

“He fucked up by lying, but she recognized that he was just trying to keep the peace.” 

“He’s scared shitless, baby.” Javier told you. “I’ve never seen him so on edge before. She blew up Monday night.” 

“Well, she didn’t know what she was in for. She cooked dinner, bought a fancy teddy, and…”

“He regrets the ‘I need to talk’ shit he pulled.” 

“He should!” You shook your head, squeezing his hand. “He is such a sweetheart, but he’s as smart as a box of rocks sometimes.” 

Javier chuckled, “What can you expect? He shoots skeet. For fun.” 

You snorted, “He’s deeply flawed.” 

“You think they’re gonna figure things out?”

“I hope so.” You shifted closer to him, draping your arm over his chest as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. “She’s gonna cut off her mom.” 

“Fuck Ethel.” 

“Seriously.” You curled your leg around his, resting it in between his thighs. Trying to get closer to him. “I feel bad for both of them, honestly. I understand why Steve did what he did, but… He shouldn’t have left Connie in the dark for so long.”

“I don’t think he planned to,” Javier admitted, running his hand over your forearm. “For what it’s worth, Steve told me he had planned to tell her once he found out whether he had cancer or not. One of the girls got sick — remember the stomach flu that went around? Connie was stressed, he’d just come back from his trip, and he put it off. Then Ethel came and…”

“Now it’s September.” You added, lifting your hand up to cup his cheek. “If you ever think you’re sick… please tell me.” 

Javier tilted his head and brushed his lips against yours. “I’d want you right there beside me, baby. I don’t know how Steve managed to get himself up to Tampa and let them remove his whole fucking testicle.” 

“They removed the whole thing?” You gaped at that. “Connie acted like it was just a biopsy. Holy shit, no wonder he hasn’t wanted to have sex!” 

“Yeah, it’s a whole… thing.” Javier snorted. “I’ve heard more about Murphy’s balls than I ever wanted to.”

“Monica was scandalized by our discussion on Steve’s balls.” 

“That poor child.” Javier chuckled. “Did she have fun?”

“She bragged about how excited she was for your Social Policy Analysis class.” 

“I think she’s the only one excited about it,” He sounded quite pleased with that. “Everyone else was grumbling about having to turn in a two-hundred page policy.” 

“That class is only going to be fun because of me.” You pointed out. “Which one of us secured City Hall for your class?” You couldn’t wait to hear Monica get up at a council meeting and argue for her policy reform. 

Javier snorted, “When are you gonna start teaching yourself, baby?”

You traced your finger over his nose in the darkness, “Next semester.” 

“Wait, really?”

“I haven’t turned anything in yet, but… I think I’m going to do it. Honestly, I miss working with you.” You admitted. “I’ll still help Steve, as promised… But, I’ve had so much fun helping you with the Policy class.” 

Javier curled his arm around you and pulled you into his chest as he rolled onto his side. “Best fucking news I’ve had all week.” 

You laughed quietly, nuzzling into his throat. “I thought you’d be happy about it.” 

“My office is plenty big enough for you to set up your own desk in there.” 

“I can’t sit on your lap?” You laughed as you pressed kisses along his neck. “Damn.” 

He gave your ass a playfully squeeze, “Only when the door’s shut.” 

You were seconds away from sliding your hand down between your bodies when you heard the creak of your bedroom door and the quietest little voice whispering. 

“Mommy? Daddy?”

Javier sighed quietly as he released his hold on you, rolling over and turning the bedside light on. “Hey, princesa. What’s up?”

“I had a nightmare.” Josie said quietly, rubbing at her eyes.

“Well, what are you doing over here?” You questioned, “Come here, baby girl. Get in bed with us.” 

Josie didn’t need to be told twice, she pushed the bedroom door shut behind her and bounded her way onto the bed with you. Javier picked her up, despite his bad shoulder, tossing her up in the air a little before settling her down on the bed between the two of you. 

“What was the bad dream, sweetheart?” He questioned. 

“I was all alone!” Josie said, quite dramatically, clinging to your hand. “It was dark and scary… And there were these creepy sounds and… a witch cackling!” 

“Did you leave your Halloween sounds cassette on?”

“Maybe.” Josie said innocently. 

“Babydoll, you can’t listen to those at night.” 

“Uncle Steve wanted to hear them before he left! He thought they were funny.”

You rolled your eyes, “Then we’ll just have to bill Uncle Steve for the nightmare tax.” 

“The nightmare tax?” Josie questioned, wide-eyed as she looked up at her father. 

Javier nodded his head, “The nightmare tax. Now Uncle Steve will have the nightmares and you won’t.” 

“I bet he’s having nightmares tonight.” You interjected with a wry laugh. 

“Oh.” Josie hummed thoughtfully. “So I won’t have anymore bad dreams?”

“Well, surely not with your big strong daddy here to scare away the bad dream monsters.” You remarked, reaching around behind Josie’s head so you could play your fingers through Javier’s hair. “We’ve got you kiddo, don’t worry.” 

“I love you mommy.” Josie said, rolling over and clinging to you.

You wrapped your arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “I’ve got you, babydoll.” 

“Lights out?”

“Lights out!” Josie cheered.

Javier shut off the light, rolling onto his side and draping his arm across Josie and you. He curled his hand around your hip, his thumb rubbing a small circle there. “Good night.” He whispered in the darkness. 

“Nighty-night daddy.” 

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Chatroulette

Daveed Diggs x Reader one shot!

A request where... You matched with them in an online chat roulette room. Thank you @id-do-it-for-free-babe​ for the request!! <3

Word Count: 1.014

Warnings: Some cursing I believe. Other than that. nothing.  AN: Please be careful with who you talk to on online chat rooms especially if you are on video with the stranger! Never give out personal info! <3 

It was another night of pure procrastination for Y/N. Being in college and having winter exams coming up soon. She was supposed to be studying or reading her textbooks. Yet she found herself on her laptop, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, hair in a messy bun on top of her head and glasses on her face. She had been surfing twitter and her Tumblr page for a while but decided she needed to interact with people.

Most of her friends either sleeping, out or with their partners. She found herself on Chatroulette. Talking to a few different people over webcam. Y/N was laughing at a few she encountered. The people of the internet at this time of night were a hoot.

Pausing before requesting a new random person to chat with. Y/N got up from her position and went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and a can of soda.

Back on the couch, she turned on the tv, to have some kind of noise around her so it wasn’t just her talking to strangers. Y/N set the laptop onto her lap once again and clicked the button to connect her with a stranger.

Being in the middle of trying to open a jar of salsa to eat her tortilla chips with. Y/N yelled when a males voice spoke from her computer.

“You look like you need some help there…” the man laughed, and Y/N looked at the screen.

“Well… stranger who has their camera covered. But I doubt you could help me… I got this.” She huffed and pat the bottom of the jar with the palm of her hand.

After a few more seconds and finally being able to open it, Y/N cheered. The man on the video call could be hear clapping.

“Aiight… you can handle your own. Gotta respect that.” He sounded like he was grinning, not that Y/N would even know.

“I can, I got mad muscle…” Y/N snorted and set the glass jar down and ate some chips. “So, am I gonna see who I’m talking too? Or do I have to guess?” she raised an eyebrow, licking her lips.

“Well, if you were to guess. Who would you say… three guesses?”

“Okay, you wanna play? I would say… Lin Manuel Miranda… Obama OR… hmm… OH that hottie who was in Hamilton with Lin… shit what was his name.” Y/N groaned as she tried to remember.

“Who did he play? Aaron Burr or John Laurens?” The man asked laughing.

“No! I know who they are. Leslie and Anthony.” Y/N scoffed, before snapping her fingers. “He does Frenchie and Jefferson! I can’t remember his name. Damnit, let me google this bitch real quick.”

All the while the guy was laughing, not that Y/N minded, she too was giggling at her stupidness.

“Ah!! Here!” she said after searching on google on another tab. “Daveed Diggs, very nice looking. If college wasn’t kicking me ASS and taking all my money? I would have gone to see Hamilton. Just to see this man jump around on stage.” She giggled.

When Y/N moved back to the tab of the chat, she felt like her body froze and she tossed her laptop to the side of the couch.

“You ok there?” he asked and Y/N refused to look at the screen.

“You… what trick are you using on the webcam?” she asked, eyes peeking over to the computer only to cover her face with her hands.

“None… I promise.” He laughed again. “I’ve been on here talking to a few people. Never showing myself.”

“OH ok, what… should that make me feel special?” she mumbled and took a deep breath before grabbing the laptop again and glared at the screen at the smiling man.

He shrugged innocently and Y/N just pouted. “I’m sorry!” he laughed, “You just looked so cute talking. I wasn’t sure how to tell you. Though, I doubt you would have believed me if I said ‘Hey, I’m Daveed Diggs!’ so I had to show you.”

Y/N sat there, back to eating her chips and thinking about what he said before groaning. “Fine! OK… I’ll just… fan girl once we get off this chat.” She smiled. “Then again, I did kind of fan girl over you already, huh?”

The two laughed. From that moment, both Daveed and Y/N talked about everything. From her classes, her stress from the amount of schoolwork. To Daveed to his work, his group, Clippings and what ever else he did when he wasn’t too busy.

Two hours passed, Y/N had almost finished the bag of chips and salsa she had been eating.

“I never thought this would happen… like, never in a million years.” Y/N sighed, having moved from the couch to her bedroom. She was laying on her stomach in front of her computer watching Daveed.

He too had moved in the two hours, also in bed now the two grinned at the other. “I’m just a regular guy.”

Nodding, Y/N grinned. “Oh, I know! But it’s just… I watched you in movies and on YouTube and I went to see Clippings last year with a friend. So, you know.”

“OK, I get it. Yeah… but I’m glad your so cool with all of this. “

“Oh, don’t get me wrong… I’ll probably scream for a good five minutes once we get off.” She teased and the two laughed.

“Well, I’m gonna get going… but hey, I honestly liked talking to you. How do you feel about maybe… exchanging numbers and keeping in contact?”

Y/N couldn’t even believe what she heard, so she just grinned and nodded. After the two exchanged numbers and said goodbye on video. Y/N put her laptop on the desk in her room and laid in bed.

Picking up her phone, she squealed and giggled seeing a new message from Daveed.

Daveed: ‘goodnight… have fun fangirling!’

Y/N: ‘Already done! Talk to you in the morning! x’

Putting her phone down and connected to the charger, Y/N hugged her pillow and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

[dreamlover31]

Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 3

A few days had passed since that night, and while Alexa was still pissed at herself for not seizing the opportunity to kiss Rafael, at least it was a comfort to know that he was still interested in her. As her mind replayed the events of that night, she was completely unaware that someone was nudging on her upper arm, as her mind traveled back to the present, Alexa suddenly realized that she was sitting next to Olivia on the wooden park bench at the park where she would often take Noah. She was so entranced that she had completely forgotten about meeting up with them, and then it was as if everything came back in slow motion, the sounds of children playing, the feel of the crisp autumn air blowing against her face and the aroma coming from the coffee cup holding a pumpkin spice latte. Finally, Alexa looked up at Olivia as if she was a deer caught in headlights.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“Yeah, I was asking how things went with Barba”

“Oh…yeah it was great, I had a really good time”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…well up until we got to the front of my building”

“What happened?”

As Alexa took a sip of her latte, she paused for a moment before answering.

“He tried to kiss me but I backed away”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, and the thing is I wanted to but…oh man I’m such an idiot”

“You’re not, Alexa you had just gone through a bad breakup and it takes time to open up to someone new…but that doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong with you”

As she continued to drink her latte, Alexa saw at the corner of your eye Noah climbing up on the jungle gym, as her and Olivia looked upon the bright and lively little boy, she felt the all too familiar vibrations coming from her phone inside her jean pocket. Upon pulling it out, she saw that it was Rafael calling.

“Hey listen, I gotta take this”

Olivia nodded as she walked over towards Noah to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself.

“Hey what’s up”

“Nothing much, just going through a pile of motions I just got handed from a slick defense attorney”

“Oh sorry to hear that…so listen, I really had a great time the other night”

“Yeah me too”

“I was hoping that maybe we could get together again”

“You read my mind”

Alexa laughed a little as she looked over at Olivia and Noah, she returned her gaze with a sly grin on her face.

“So what do you have in mind?”

“Not sure yet, but I’ll be sure to let you know”

“Ok…well I know you’re busy so I’ll let you get back to work”

“Alright, talk to you later”

“Bye”

After ending the call, Alexa placed her phone back in her pocket and headed over to the jungle gym where Olivia and Noah remained, as soon as she knelt down to his level, she glanced over at Olivia and said:

“Not a word”

Olivia raised her hands up to convey to her that she was not going to inquire further, it was then that Alexa looked at her watch and remembered that she needed to get back to the shelter, once she relayed that information to Olivia, the two of them said their goodbyes and planted a kiss on top of Noah’s forehead before leaving. Upon arriving at the shelter, Alexa tended to her charges, making sure that they had proper food and clothing especially the ones that had their children in tow; then when she returned to her desk, she placed some follow up calls on a couple of domestic violence cases where there was a need for restraining orders and legal representation on the part of the victim. While she was on the phone, one of the office assistants she worked with, Gladys, dropped a file on her desk and waved goodbye.

Alexa quickly reviewed the file, it was the same old story, a young woman in a toxic and violent relationship looking for an escape; the only difference was that the boyfriend in question was a corrections officer. There was a notation in the file that read that he had access to firearms and other weapons, that on several occasions he threatened that if she ever left him that he would have his friends come after her or do it himself. Alexa grabbed a sticky note from her desk and wrote that this was a special case that needed the utmost security, as the day was drawing to a close, she heard her phone vibrate once again only to find that it was a text from Rafael.

So I’ve thought about it and came up with this idea of taking you to this little whole in the wall that I know about up in the Bronx, hope you have some comfortable shoes.

She looked at the text with a puzzled expression, but ultimately replied:

Uh…ok, shall we say Saturday around 8?

Great, pick you up at your place

I’ll be on pins and needles ‘til then

As soon as the text was sent, she gathered her things and made the trip home. The days came and went as she anxiously waited for Saturday to come, when the day finally arrived, Alexa was ecstatic. All week she had tried to pry information from Rafael as to where he was taking her, but he was relentless at keeping it a surprise. During the early morning hours, she went out on her daily run and ran a few errands, as soon as she returned home; Alexa jumped in the shower and chilled out on the couch until it was time to get ready for her date with Rafael. After another round of browsing through the closet, she finally settled on a short, black maxi skirt and a white blouse; remembering what he said about comfortable shoes, she slipped on a pair of flats that had memory foam cushioning in them.

As she put on the finishing touches on her outfit, there was a knock at the door, Alexa grabbed her purse as she made it to the door. As soon as she opened it, she smiled when she saw Rafael looking very suave in a dark purple dress shirt and dark grey slacks with black dress shoes to boot.

“Wow looking good counselor”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, and its Rafael”

“Ok Rafael, shall we?”

After leaving the building and entering the awaiting cab, Alexa was still trying to get him to tell her where they were going, but he still wouldn’t give it up. During the cab ride, she was fidgeting around and bouncing her knees with anticipation and excitement, ultimately he had to grab her hand and stroke his thumb along it to calm her down. 

“You’re killing me here with all this cloak and dagger stuff”

“Be patient carino, we’re almost there”

“Can’t you at least give me a hint?”

“No”

She groaned with annoyance and was about to lose it when the cabbie informed the two of them that they reached their destination, Alexa looked through her passenger side window and saw a red bricked building with a neon sign above that read Midnight Rendezvous, it was then that she put two and two together and said:

“You’re taking me dancing?”

“Yep”

“Oh Rafael…I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t have to say anything; your feet will do all the talking”

Alexa playfully slapped on his shoulder before he exited the cab and made his way around to help her out of her side, after he slipped the cabbie his tip, the two of them held hands as they entered the building. As she looked at the surroundings, she was amazed at the design of the interior of the club, red velvet with colorful strobe lights and the pulsating sounds of the Latin music reverberating around the place. Careful not to let go of his grip, Alexa and Rafael squeezed through the crowd of people to make it to the middle of the dance floor, it was a little nerve wracking since it had been a while since the last time she had done any salsa dancing; she had taken classes in college but hadn’t taken a refresher course. 

“I have to warn you that I’m a little rusty”

“That’s ok, just follow my lead”

As the music continued to play, it was as if the rhythm and the beat were in sync with both of their bodies, Rafael rocked his hips as Alexa’s legs moved back and forth while swaying her hips, their bodies embraced in a waltz position as the two moved back and forth; Rafael spun Alexa around and pushed her out into the floor as he held on to her hand and then as he brought her back in, he dipped her body low enough that it almost touched the floor and brought her back up to face him. 

As she looked up at him, it was as if all the adrenaline had gone to her head, because before she knew it, Alexa planted her lips upon his hard. He returned the kiss by using his tongue to push it inside her mouth, after what seemed like a few minutes of non-stop tongue action, the two of them looked upon each other with nervous smiles as sweat streamed down both of their brows; all the while they were getting some unwanted glances from the people surrounding them. As they noticed their stares and cheeky grins, the two of them just shrugged them off as they exited the club, as they made it out on to the street, Rafael waved down an oncoming cab. While the cab was making its trip back to Alexa’s apartment, she leaned her head on Rafael’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her, she decided to steal one more kiss as she looked up to face him.

“I can’t believe we just made out in front of a room filled with strangers”

“Salsa is a very passionate dance”

Alexa smiled as she continued to pepper him with kisses until the cabbie announced the arrival at her building, Alexa whined at the thought of leaving his side but at least she was glad to know that she would be seeing him again, probably real soon. As she exited the cab, Alexa walked over to Rafael’s window.

“Thanks again for taking me dancing”

“No problem…so when am I going to see you again?”

“Well I’ve got a new case at the shelter that’s top priority, but I’ll let you know”

“Alright, good night”

“Good night”

Before the cab drove off, they shared yet another kiss and then after it made its exit, she headed inside the building.

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