#it is in fact 2am i should be asleep

[mistletoeandvioletsandrambles]

Going out clubbing with friends wearing a tight dress. Ive been making eye contact with you all night while I grind dance with people. I can tell you’re looking at my cleavage as I walk over. “Wanna feel?” You choke on your drink “My dress, it’s real soft” I guide your hand to my hip so you can feel the silky material “Mmm, yeah, I like it” you keep your hand on me even though it’s going beyond a friendly feel “yeah, only thing is it’s too tight to wear underwear” you tighten your grip on my hip and I can see you swear under your breath

[bitfruity]

post operation skinny✌️(i haven’t eaten in 24 hours)

[andersonsgf]

modern roommate!abby

this shall be so criminally self indulgent :)

18+ bit of smut. minors dni.

modern roommate!abby who wasn't keen on you at first. manny had just moved out and it felt as though she had practically grabbed you from the street to make sure she could make rent that month. but she did not like living with a stranger. for the first week she kicked you to the curb, giving you minimal responses when you tried to talk. She looked at you with a frown most of the time, blinking at you when you suggested a movie on your third night. "I'm going out tonight" was her response, mentally noting to make sure to text manny to hang out now.

modern roommate!abby who after getting over her initial distaste realised you weren't too bad after all. at first she protested that you put little trinkets of yours around the apartment. "i don't see why you have to make this place look like one of your fucking video game stores", she complained when some lego blockheadz appeared near the tv. but after a little while she came to find that she didn't mind it so much, and after getting over the fact that manny was gone she realised you were filling all the little gaps he had left in your own way.

besides, you had pointed out all of her trinkets that were dotted around. "those aren't trinkets!", she had protested, arguing that her mass amount of classic books and classical music CDs dotted around were fine collections, and not "kids toys". you had for sure worn her down, though. you won the battle claiming that you deserve to have your fine collections around the apartment too. even though abby was annoyed that her entire apartment felt different now, she wasn't a dick. you were paying equal rent, you should have equal trinkets.

modern roommate!abby who after finally deeming that you weren't a threat to her little paradise at home drove you everywhere. your shiftwork at the local store was on her way to her work. it was the least she could do she felt, not trusting other people to keep you safe when walking around seattle on your own. she wouldn't tell anyone you were friends yet, still telling people that you were just her pesky roommate. still, she couldn't bear the thought of you shuffling through the torrential seattle rain to work, then walking back in the dark after. no, no. she was willing to be your chauffeur. she even gave you the aux. she would rub her forehead when she saw you put it on without her permission anymore, but she never made you turn it off.

modern roommate!abby who has a rigorous sleep schedule thanks to all of the rugby training she does cannot understand how one night you will be in bed asleep by 10, and the next she'll wake up for a glass of water and hear you shuffling around in your adjoining room at 2am. time and time again she would lecture you on not going to bed late due to your commitment to your playstation, but she soon realised it was no use. you were unfortunately a gremlin.

you consistently mocked her for going to bed at a "baby hour". it was always met with an eye roll and her telling you you would meet an early grave from sleep deprivation. come to think of it, she often told you that you'd die young. whether it be from lack of sleep, eating too much candy, not looking properly when confidently stepping out into the road, or just being oblivious to the world around you in general. "you gotta get healthier so i know my rent payments are still secure", she'd tell you whilst eating her perfectly counted macros meal after the two of you visited the gym together, watching you scoff your face with your version of a post-gym snack. a subway sandwich with four rainbow cookies.

modern roommate!abby was pleasantly surprised to find out that you were a gym rat too. she obviously had way more muscle, built like an ox, but you were doing pretty well for yourself too. different body types had different ways of showing muscle anyway. at first she couldn't really tell, you had moved in in the winter so wore baggy comfy layers to the gym. after a few months of joining in on her training sessions though, the seasons changing and the weather warming up, you started wearing your matching sets. abbys favourite was your dark blue ones, a cropped muscle shirt and shorts. not that she would ever ever admit to you that she had a favourite.

she would never admit that sometimes she corrected your form just to get a little closer. your form was never wrong, she'd taught you too well over the months. she was embarrassed, her eye contact when in the gym dropped completely, and she had never been one to shy away from that kind of crap. you were though, eye contact had always alluded you so you didn't notice the way abby could barely look at you, feeling terrible for ogling you in your new leggings when she helped you on the squat rack.

modern roommate!abby who when she got a text that you cracked your tooth on a skittle at work booked half her shift off and drove you to the dentist. she didn't even have to think about it, just told her boss she had a family emergency and had the 'holiday' booked within five minutes. she pulled up to the curbside with a screech, staring at you with an incredulous expression. "you're like four minutes from your work why did you start walking?", she had half yelled out the window.

"what? why are you out of work?", your hand was covering your cheek on the cracked tooth side of your face as if that would do anything. abby sighed, pushing the endearing thoughts towards you out of her head as she yelled at you to "get in the fucking car". she took you for a milkshake after it got fixed.

modern roommate!abby who got comfortable enough with you in her life to invite her friends around for an evening of drunk games again. manny made about ten jokes over the course of the night about how he was invited to his own apartment. you laughed at how he poked fun at how you ruined his old room. hearing your drunken giggles made abby smile a lot over the course of that night. you'd become a permanent fixture in her life, and as the drinks kept coming she kept sidling closer and closer to you on the couch, basically ignoring her friends as they cracked open a board game and ten more beers. you spent the night basically staring at her hands as they clutched onto the various beer bottles. they were just so fucking big, and attached to the biggest forearms you had ever seen.

at some point you got up to go make some toast, trying to preemptively cure the hangover you knew you were going to get. you had completely missed how abbys eyes narrowed into thin slits when one of her coworkers took interest in you and very clearly tried to chat you up in the kitchen. her hand almost crunched the beer bottle when she saw that womans hand on the small of your back. you had been clearly too drunk to notice much, but you did approach abby the next morning after finding a phone number slipped into your back pocket.

"you scored last night, huh?". abbys heart raced a million miles an hour as she looked at you. it shouldn't have mattered, she wasn't interested in dating, nevermind getting into it with a roommate. that was a terrible choice. but she couldn't deny the smirk she held back by sipping on some orange juice as you murmured about not being interested whilst throwing the paper in the bin.

modern roommate!abby didn't invite that particular coworker around again. you did question it when she was absent at the next hangout. "She's just busy, sweetheart", she was drunk enough to call you that as her hand covered your knee completely. she woke up humiliated at how many advances she had sent your way that night, but if you noticed then you didn't make it clear, entering the kitchen the same way you did every morning. your bright smile melted her heart.

after a while modern roommate!abby started cooking for you more. she wanted to make sure you were getting a good amount of protein and carbs with how much physical exercise you did each week. not as much as her of course, but still a hefty amount. it became a common occurrence for her to hand you some tupperware with your name on a post-it before she drove you to work. she never put a post-it on her own tupperware though, which you thought needed to be rectified. she was pleasantly surprised when she got to work, seeing "abby <3 :)" on her lunch. it did lead to her having to deny having a girlfriend at work though, her coworkers pestering her about it nonstop. it did get her thinking, however. you were sweet, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing- no, no.

modern roommate!abby who decided to invite you to a rugby game for the first time. you knew she worked in an office for her main income, and obviously knew she was on a rugby team. what you didn't know was that she was in an actual major league team, the seattle seawolves. you also didn't know that she was such a star of the show that premiership teams were looking into scouting her for the next seasons. fucking hell. it now felt like living with a celebrity. you sat alone on the bench near the pitch, getting special treatment for being a special guest. a decent crowd showed and screamed loud when the seattle team had momentum. abby pushed harder than she ever had now that you were in the crowd. she pushed through tackles like the opponents were made of butter, easily reaching the end goal and slamming both herself and the ball onto the floor near the posts, making life easier for the kicker. you, meanwhile? drooling. straight up drooling. Her muscles rippled as she stormed across the pitch, her hamstrings and quads were sculpted and your eyes were pinned to them. suddenly you realised why people liked watching rugby.

it was a win, of course. she celebrated with her teammates on the pitch as the crowd slowly filtered out. it was incredible. abby won player of the match, scoring the most tries, letting her team win by a landslide. "well done!", you spoke louder to be heard over everyone as you reached her after hurrying across the pitch. abbys heart skipped and her ears rang as she saw you grin up at her before you went up on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around her neck.

modern roommate!abby who after this had realised she was down bad. one hug should not have been on her mind for this long. and abby 'get the fuck away from me' anderson never normally craved another hug after someone held her. but no, she started even inviting you to match practices and being a tryhard just for the chance of you giving her another well done hug after. fuck, she was so screwed. she even found herself putting her hands on you when moving past you in the apartment, making sure to get your favourite snacks in if she saw you were out of them. she'd never done this when manny lived with her so she could not chalk it up to just feeling comfortable. she grumbled to herself when you arrived home from wandering around the city and she smiled too brightly during welcoming you home, huffing and puffing and making her sandwich too aggressively when you were back in your room.

"why are there so many finger marks in your bread?", you startled her. your chuckle reverberated around her heart, making it beat faster. she gave some pathetic excuse about literally hand planting her sandwich as she tripped coming back from the fridge. you believed it, shrugging her off as you sat down next to her and unwrapped another subway.

modern roommate!abby who made it all worse when acting deeply uncomfortable when you talked about dating apps. "i mean, i thought when i moved to the city that the choices in women would be better but its still 'katy and brent looking for their third', or 'just looking for some fun on my exchange!'. ugh does no woman in seattle just want a nice relationship or something?". abby looked up from her beer, looking a little frazzled that the topic of dating was now here. she painfully swallowed a hunk of pizza whilst absentmindedly agreeing with you. "what's your relationship take? do you have much luck here?".

she sighed, fucksake. "i don't really have one", she brushed you off, watching as you frowned at her. it's not like she could admit that her relationship take right now was you. "how can you not have one?".

"i mean one day it might be nice to settle down but like you said the dating pool is shit".

"yeah it is pretty shit. i dunno, i kinda like knowing the person first, might just delete hinge it's so ass", you grumbled and she watched you toss the application into the trash, her chest felt relieved. without the dating apps she didn't have to worry about you finding an actual person on there, now she could take her time in being a wimp around the apartment again.

modern roommate!abby who had managed to make it even more worse when you scampered through the apartment in just a shirt and your underwear after a shower, yelling in panic about how you left your pyjama bottoms by accident. even you in all of your beautiful obliviousness noticed the way she stared at your ass as soon as you were in view of the living room. you clearly gulped and scampered away even faster as you felt your face and ears flush. abby had to go and get a drink of water before shaking her head. you were her roommate, it was too complicated. but now that she had seen you in some simple black cotton underwear -to abby, the simple stuff was hotter- she knew she was fucked. not in the fun way.

before she knew it her car keys were in her hand and she was heading to mannys apartment. he enthusiastically invited her in and she immediately shared her woes about how she had fallen so hard for her new roommate. "dude, you can't do apartment-cest".

"don't call it that, that's gross", she shoved his shoulder and got a soda out of his fridge. "i didn't think i had a type before her but she's just so sweet y'know? like everything she says is like she's throwing rainbows at me even if she's complaining about how her avocado socks got soggy on a walk or some shit".

"dip your pen in the apartment ink, then", manny sat down on his couch whilst trying to subtly shove someones bra under a cushion.

"i could have maybe continued silently pining after her like a fucking loser but she caught me staring at her ass and fuck it was a good one". abby anderson basically whined when thinking about how she saw you at the apartment, her stomach doing that thing.

modern roommate!abby who hid at mannys apartment until 10pm when you had your shower at 5. she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole when you looked up at her as soon as she opened the door. you had been waiting for her with a tub of ben and jerrys, and you were wearing her rugby teams shirt as a pyjama shirt. fuck. her voice was strained when greeting you, biting the bullet and placing herself on the sofa too. "you were gone a while", you noted. all she could do was nod, her mouth going dry now she knew she'd seen the entirety of your legs. she had decided they were her new weakness. "sorry if i made you uncomfortable".

"the opposite, actually", she replied after a moment. and neither of you knew where to go from there. in every aspect of her life abby was headstrong, intimidating, said what she wanted. but when it came to women? useless. fucking useless.

the memo was received though. but you? also fucking useless. "okay i think we're both knowing where this is going", your voice was careful. terrified. you watched abby nod and shift to be facing more towards you. "maybe we can test to see if its awkward?", you looked up at her.

modern roommate!abby whose hand tentatively placed itself just above your waist as you both leaned in, awkwardly. your noses bumped, and she smiled with a huff before your lips chased hers. it was safe to say that it was a successful test. she worked her lips against yours and wondered why she hadn't been doing this the whole time. you tasted sweet, like orange juice, and her brain went static when you panted slightly as her hand moved up and down the side of your ribcage. sensitive.

modern roommate!abby who loved you hard as soon as you got past the awkward first week of not knowing how to be roommates and also go on dates. she took you out for some amazing burgers the day after your kiss and then got confused on what to do after. you both had the same home. some people may have retreated away to their rooms after, but not her. she straight up followed you into yours after your fifth date on week two, grinning as you laughed when she settled herself onto your bed. she just couldn't be apart from you, it seemed. not that you minded, especially not when you settled curled up against her chest as her hands rubbed your back. these days you could talk the nights away now that the useless pining was over. and you always found that one of abbys hands always found their way down your back and onto your ass, without fail, resting her hand there before falling asleep. think it's safe to say she's an ass girl.

modern roommate!abby who so lived up to that when she meekly asked if she could go from behind during your first time. even though she liked to be 'on top', she really was so shy during it. she made sure you had lots of pillows to be comfortable, she brushed your hair out of your face to make sure it wouldn't annoy you during it. the groan she let out when staring at your lower half, one hand cupping and squeezing it as the other worked the outside of your centre was enough to have you gushing. she worshipped you completely as she started off with one finger, aware that her hands were bigger than average. the small little whines were just not enough though, so she slipped another in, pumping them in and out softly as she gently rocked her body back and forth in time with her wrist, keeping her rhythm steady.

modern roommate!abby who over and over again murmured reassurances when she heard your soft whimpers. "you're okay, you're okay. so fucking hot", she'd slur out in a whisper, punctuating the end of her sentence with another squeeze to your ass before working you harder when she felt you near the finish line. she couldn't get over how good you felt, how warm, groaning when your back arched as she finally got you to the end, feeling ever so slightly proud of herself, and wondering why she hadn't bent you over sooner.

modern roommate!abby who proudly called you her girlfriend now when she brought you to rugby practice, pressing her lips to the top of your head before running off with a wink to go and batter some people. your eyes once again fixated on her thighs, definitely your favourite part of your girlfriend if you were quite frank. even though practice was her favourite time of week, the highlight of it really were those 'well done' hugs. only these days? she got a little kiss with them too.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

it is 2am rn i should be asleep but i'm high on the buzz from reading literally everything you've written with her so i'm doing something i've never before and asking: Furina confession?

also, again, love the writing, tumblr one-shot writers truly make the world... something idk i need to sleep

(Genshin Impact) Furina Confessing to Reader

I exist because content for the girls does not (or at least anything recent besides myself and others I can count on like one hand. On tumblr anyway, on AO3, BOY IS THAT A LOT OF SMUT)

Furina stood in the mirror, staring at herself and taking a deep breath.

Right now, she was in nothing more than a plain shirt and baggy pants since there was no home.

Her hair was also a bit disheveled, but appearances didn't matter right now!

Exhaling finally, Furina nodded to herself and recited her line.

(Furina) "(Y/N). I'm in love with you-!"

She elegantly gestured outwards with her hand, ready to go off on a mini-tangent, endlessly showering them with praise and dramatics...

...Until she sighed, shaking her head. Theatrics wouldn't do. This was something that deserved to come from her heart.

For the fat lot of good that was.

Furina slowly tapped her finger against the sink, eyes trailing down as her thoughts began to wander.

She had impersonated an Archon for centuries, performed in countless theater productions, faced the music of her people's judgement, and came out a new person, truly her own.

And yet, confessing to (Y/N) was up there in the most stressful of tasks.

They were one of the few people to treat Furina normally after the truth was revealed, and actively stuck around in her life after the fact much to her relief.

(Y/N) treated her as a friend, first and foremost, even when she was still under the guise of an Archon.

Any time spent with them caused her heart to race, and before she realized it, she fell head over heels for them.

And with the disaster looming over Fontaine averted, Furina could finally follow her heart.

And that terrified Furina to no end.

(Furina) "Ugh...! Focus! It shouldn't be that hard!"

Shaking her head again, she decided to leave the mirror and flop onto her bed, face first.

It wouldn't really help, but it'd at least just get her distracted. At least it would've, if she didn't hear a knock on her door.

Not bothering to check or remove her face from the mattress, a very muffled-

(Furina) "Who is it?"

Answered the knock.

(Y/N's Voice) "Furina. Are you okay? I can barely hear you!"

Furina quickly rolled onto her back and shot up straight like a bullet, eyes widening in surprise.

(Furina) "(Y/N)?! Oh, um! A moment, please! I'm not decent yet!"

She cursed her clothes that were still drying, rapidly darting left and right to see if any of her fancy dresses were ready!

Why was this happening now?! (Y/N) was supposed to meet up with her tomorrow!

(Y/N) "I just came by to drop off some food, I had leftovers and figured you would want some! I can leave if you-"

(Furina) "N-NO! Don't!"

After realizing that she said that a little too fast, she quickly cleared her throat and attempted to compose herself.

(Furina) "I wished to talk to you about something, actually!"

Realizing what she just said, she could hear her inner self screaming.

(Furina) WAITWAITWAIT! Maybe if I can say, later, I can have time to-

(Y/N) "May I come in now?"

(Furina) "Yes! You may-"

(Furina) WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU SAY YES?! (Also Furina) I DON'T KNOOOOOWWW!

(Y/N) entered the room, putting aside a picnic basket on her drawer, before turning to Furina with a smile.

(Y/N) "Hah, dress still in the dryer?"

(Furina) "Tch, unfortunately! Though, I was not expecting anyone to show up today either."

(Y/N) just smiled at that and sat on her bed, growing a little more serious.

(Y/N) "What did you wanna talk about?"

Furina's heart threatened to bust from her chest, but she did her best to calm it down and sat next to them, a respectable distance away as well.

Taking one last deep breath, she closed her eyes and turned to (Y/N), giving them a stare and speaking directly from her heart.

(Furina) "I bike you."

(Y/N) remained still, hands still in their lap, and a moment of silence passing between the two of them.

Furina clenched her fists, watching to see if (Y/N) would react in any negative way.

After what seemed like an eternity, (Y/N) finally gave their answer:

(Y/N) "...Bike?"

(Furina) "...Eh?"

(Y/N) "You bike me?"

(Furina) I MESSED UP?! NONONONOTHISCAN'TBEHAPPENINGHOWCOULDIHAVEFLUBBEDTHISUPSOBAD?!ICANNEVERFACETHEMAGAIN-

(Y/N) mercifully noticing her face turn bright red, only chuckled lightly before trying to help calm her down, by grabbing her hands and squeezing them.

It seemed to have worked as Furina was anchored back into the real world instead of her self-berating thoughts, (Y/N) smiling softly.

(Y/N) "Do you want to try that again?"

With how carefully Furina's hands were being held, she was confused.

Did they...Return her feelings?

The way they were smiling, the way their eyes seemed to glow with affection.

A small smidge of confidence coming back to her, she again steeled herself and spoke slowly.

(Furina) "I like you, (Y/N). You mean more to me than just a friend. You have been by my side for all these years, and have never stepped away, no matter what came. Will...you continue to do so?'

Not knowing her heart could beat even faster, she saw (Y/N) nod, moving closer to close the gap.

(Y/N) "I'd love nothing more, if you'd have me."

The corner of Furina's eyes were pricked with tears, Furina immediately going in for a hug, one that (Y/N) happily reciprocated.

After a far too brief dozen or so seconds, they pulled back and just smiled at each other. Until (Y/N) spoke.

(Y/N) "I came in while you were practicing to say that, didn't I?"

Furina stammered, quickly pouting while her blush gave her away.

(Furina) "I didn't need to practice! I just needed to speak from the heart is all!"

(Y/N) "So bike is how you really feel about me then, huh?"

(Furina) "D-DON'T TEASE ME!"

Furina squeaked when (Y/N) embraced her again, though after a defiant moment, she sighed and returned their affection, the two saying nothing and staying like that for a little while longer.

Even if it wasn't the way she intended, at least it ended happily.

...Maybe this was a better way to convey her feelings anyway.

==

Bonus:

The panel that directly inspired the dialogue in this ask

A/N: I wasn't even gonna mention this last part, but my writer's integrity refuses to pass that bit off as original. Credit where credit is due, it's from an original Doujin called "The Show Must Go On!" by an artist named Chicken. I cannot link the source because it's AHEM, a spicy one, but nevertheless! I found it too cute to not utilize! And also because that absolutely seems something Furina would do.

[iamthatonefangirl]

middle of the night - nsfw winter soldier

warning: heavy non-con to dub-con. read at your own discretion.

the winter soldier breaks into your apartment in the middle of the night…

this is like insanely self-indulgent and it’s lowkey shit and i probably should have edited it more

~~~

you’re sleeping peacefully in bed, wrapped in blankets and pillows galore. before you fell asleep, you weren’t keen on cleaning up the mess you’d left all over your room - clothes, suitcase, etc. all strewn about messily.

the time passes slowly as you’re deep in sleep. 12am, 1am, 2am…

all the while a shadow looms through the hallways of your apartment. large, imposing, ready to take.

the shadow comes across the only door shut in the apartment: your bedroom door.

slowly, the door opens and shuts behind him. if you were awake, you’d curse yourself for having recently oiled the hinges. or perhaps, the silent opening and shutting of the door was rather a blessing in disguise.

the man’s eyes slowly adjust to the light in your room, glancing towards a nightlight plugged in on the opposite side of your bed.

stupid, he thinks. nightlights are stupid.

he takes in the messy state of your room, and then the state of you, covered in various blankets and surrounded by far too many pillows.

he takes large strides and quickly approaches you, staring down at your sleeping form as you rest on your side, facing away from him.

he leans over to cover your mouth and pinch your nose with a single hand. your body quickly realizes what’s happening, waking you to alert you to the dire situation.

“don’t scream.”

the deep, emotionless tone rings in your ears as the panic sets in that someone is in your bedroom.

he adjusts his hand to rest solely atop your mouth, allowing you to breathe through your nose. you nod as best you can, although your movements are shaky.

“good.”

he uses the leverage he has on you to pull you to face him. it’s at that moment that you realize the hand on your face is made of… metal?

you take in the sight of the man, wearing a black mask to cover the bottom half of his face. disheveled brown hair frames his face, hanging down in front of his eyes as he leans over you.

he removes his hand from your mouth and moves on top of you on the bed, one knee strategically placed on each side of your legs, trapping you. the fact that he’s wearing boots and all this gear in your bed, dirtying your sheets, is barely a thought in the back of your mind before he begins to move again.

one hand rests next to your shoulder, allowing him to hover above you. the other begins to touch you, softly, carefully, as though you’re made of glass.

you’re near panicking now. you don’t know what to do. how did he break in here? how did he find you? were you targeted? how-

his fingers, having just run through your hair and down your jawline, rest in perfect position on your throat. he watches his own movements, carefully, cautiously.

he glances up to make eye contact with you once more.

“behave, and i won’t kill you.”

your fear has to be clear in your eyes. you’re briefly relieved to hear he has little intention of killing you, but you can’t trust his word at face value.

you nod again, still quiet, less your labored breathing.

he doesn’t respond, doesn’t even shake his head to acknowledge he saw the motion. his gaze falls back down to where his hand, his flesh, wraps around your neck.

you gulp.

his fingers begin to toy with you, ever so gently, pressing gently in various spots with his fingers. he does not constrict your breathing; he’s doing this to scare you into submission, you realize. the reminder that he doesn’t want to kill you, but he could. that if you didn’t behave how he wanted, he would.

as his hand stays in place on your neck, the hand made of metal comes down to your body, his gaze following. he pushes the bedsheets and blankets down to your waist. he rests the cold metal of his palm against your stomach near your hip, and begins to truly take in the sight of you underneath him.

he takes in the old grey t-shirt you’re wearing, how your chest rises with each shaky breath you take. how your nipples poke through your shirt as you shiver under his gaze, under his touch.

he brings his hand up from your stomach to brush a knuckle across your nipple. you shudder at the contact.

after a few moments of the man’s teasing, he moves his left hand back down to the hem of your shirt, pushing it up and over your head, removing his right hand from your neck only for a moment to allow for the change.

you shut your eyes, cinched tightly as his gaze wanders over your now bare torso. too many thoughts are going through your head.

he’s gonna think i’m ugly. he’s gonna tell me that i’m ugly, but maybe… maybe if he thinks i’m ugly, he’ll leave.

maybe this is good.

just as you’ve convinced yourself that your insecurities are going to work in your favor, to get this strange man to leave you alone, he hums in approval.

FUCK!

he brings both hands down to rest on each of your hips. his fingers dig into your skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that you’re stuck. to remind you that you’re at his mercy.

the man is of few words, you’ve found, but as you think about how little he’s spoken, he finds his voice again.

“gonna be good?”

you nod.

“words.”

you can barely find the courage to pipe up and respond. “yes.”

“what was that?”

he’s playing with you. he wants you to openly declare your submission to him.

“i’ll be good.”

he adjusts to kick the bedsheets and blankets down further, revealing that you’re wearing nothing but underwear.

it’s only then that your instinct to fight back suddenly kicks in.

you begin to reach for something on the nightstand. your phone, the lamp, the clock, anything that you might use to hit him with, just enough to spook him while you bolt.

he clocks the look in your eyes and the movement you make for the nightstand. he blocks the motion, using his real hand to pin your wrist while his metal hand knocks everything off the nightstand and onto the floor to discourage you.

“you want to defy me?” he asks as you look back at him.

he moves to position himself directly above you again, placing his right hand around your neck as his left grabs your hair to bring your face closer to his.

“remember your place.”

he throws your head back down on the pillow before reaching up to remove the mask from his face. he holds his hand around your neck as he begins to lick down your torso.

you feel a few tears falling from your eyes as you begin to quietly sob.

not quiet enough.

without removing his mouth from your collarbone, he begins to roughly swipe at the tears on your face.

you feel a hand push at the seam of your underwear. you’re inclined to pull away, but something in you tells you not to. as his fingers lower themselves under the fabric, you’re shocked at his findings: you’re soaked.

you hear him chuckle. he genuinely chuckles as he looks down at his fingers, spreading them apart, both of you watching as he does.

his eyes glow as he pushes his fingers, coated in you, into his mouth.

you let out a low whine, partially in shock, and partially as a reaction to the sight in front of you, watching this huge man lick the taste of you off his own fingers.

you finally get a good look at his face. he’s… well.

he’s stunning.

not that it changes anything. it shouldn’t change anything.

he’s drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and you don’t have it in you to tell yourself that this is wrong. that he’s a criminal who has broken into your house with the intention of doing exactly this.

his fingers return to their place under your underwear, not even attempting to touch any of the right places. this, touching you, is for him. all for him.

he runs his fingers along you for longer this time, ultimately to bring his fingers back to his mouth. he lets out a groan as he does it this time.

he keeps messing with you, toying with you, physically and mentally as he does it over and over again. there’s nothing you can do but take it.

but eventually, he’s had enough.

he hastily grabs for his belt buckle with both hands, pulling it off with insane speed. you start to lose control of your breath, beginning to wheeze. he leans back down, and you can feel the movement of his lips up against your ear as he speaks.

“breathe.”

he brushes a hand through your hair and another up and down your side as you rapidly nod and try to collect yourself.

you have too many conflicting thoughts and emotions. you have to face the fact that this is happening, one way or another.

you watch as he pushes your underwear down, off your legs, and he pockets them. you’re entirely exposed to his gaze, and he’s entirely covered. you continue to try to make sense of the insanity of the situation: how this could have happened. who this man is. how scared you are.

how you’re almost… eager?

you begin to scold yourself. this is WRONG, you reiterate to your mind. of course, you’re scared to death, you’ve never been in this much danger.

your fear and anticipation peak as he begins to push his pants down. your hands move before your rational mind can stop you, and you reach for his vest, trying to both push and pull at it, indicating your intent.

he takes the hint, and begins to strip off his vest, followed by the white t-shirt he’s wearing underneath. you didn’t think this man could get any hotter aside from his gorgeous face.

you were wrong.

as fast as you could blink, he’s lining himself up to press into you.

you wince. he’s not gonna fit.

“gonna take it.” he tells you. it’s not a question.

he continues to push, and holy shit. it takes all the energy out of you. any fight left in you, gone. all the fear in your mind, forgotten.

after what feels like an eternity, he’s seated deep inside you. you’re scratching at his shoulders, whimpering, trying to maintain your composure.

he watches your face closely. your eyes sewn shut, eyebrows pinched together. the frown you’re wearing, biting your lip so hard it will bleed if you bit any harder. the few tears falling down the sides of your face.

“look at me,” he barks out. you do.

the petrified look on your face urges him on.

he begins to move, in and out, at a pace you can’t keep up with. but you do as you were told: you lay there and take it.

he brings a thumb to rub your clit, and all the pain becomes tolerable. almost enjoyable.

it doesn’t last long before you’re close. you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. but you know you won’t be able to stave it off, nor can you hide it from him.

so you give in. you come, hard.

you watch him smirk as you ride it out.

“gonna watch you do that all night, princess.”

~~~

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Mine Now

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Warning: Smutty smut smut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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A/N: Happy early birthday, Binnie! ♡

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“Changbin?” You murmur as you open the front door to his apartment. You assumed he'd likely be asleep as it was 2am but you were drunk and you needed to tell him the gossip of what happened tonight before you forgot about it. “Are you sleeeeeping?” You harshly whisper.

The lights in his kitchen were still on, the TV in the living room was still playing a show. You walked further inside, standing at the start of the hallway listening for any sounds of movement, and that's when you heard it. The muffled sounds of breaths coming from his spare bedroom. You shuffle your feet down the hallway, grabbing the doorknob, pushing the door wide open.

Your mouth gapes open as you watch a shirtless, sweaty Changbin standing in front of the large mirror lifting weights. You and Changbin had been extremely close friends for years, and there were multiple times that you wanted to rip his clothes off and wrap your mouth around his cock, or ride him until you couldn't move anymore, but you didn't know if his feelings towards you were strictly platonic or not, and you'd never been brave enough to ask him.

“Oh shit.” He laughs, putting the weight down. “How long have you been standing there?” He asks, taking his headphones off his ears.

“Not long enough.” You mutter, staring at his impeccable body.

“What?” He chuckles, grabbing a towel, wiping his face.

“Don't.” You whisper.

“Don't? Don't what?” He asks.

“Don't wipe your sweat.” You say, you can't take your eyes off of him.

“What's going on?” He asks. “Are you okay?”

“I'm all good.” You grin, finally looking him in the eyes. “You're really hot, you know?”

“Am I? Or are you drunk?”

“I am yes, but that doesn't change the fact that you're super fucking hot.” You whisper.

He smiles at you as he walks closer to you. You move away from the doorway, pressing your back against the wall. Changbin stands close to you, so close you could run your hands down his stomach to feel all the muscles and sweat.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I had gossip for you… but I can't remember now.” You admit, looking up at him.

“You should sleep off the alcohol.” He says, going to turn away. You grab his wrist, turning him back towards you.

“If I do that I'll lose my nerve.”

“For what?” He asks.

“This.” You whisper, pressing your lips against his, only for a second before you pull back, leaning against the wall again.

“Y/N.” He sighs. “You're drunk.”

“I'm sober enough to know I want this. I want you.”

He stares at you for a moment, stretching his arm out, hand on the wall as he leans in closer to you.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He smiles widely as he leans back in, pushing his body against yours as his lips attach to yours. His hand rests on your cheek as he slides his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck while he grips your thighs, pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist. Your skirt rides up as his hands move from your thighs to your ass, He feels around, groaning when he realizes you just have a thong on underneath. He pulls away from the kiss to look at you.

“You're sure?” He asks.

“Fuck me, Binnie.” You smile.

He moves his hands down to his shorts, pulling them down, letting his already hard cock spring free. He reaches between the two of you, the tips of his fingers grazing your already sopping cunt as he moves your panties to the side. He watches you as he slowly inserts two fingers inside you. Watching your eyes roll back into your head, while he slowly pumps them in and out of you a few times, before he takes them out, placing them in his mouth, sucking your juices from them.

“Delicious.” He whispers, lining himself up with you before he harshly thrusts his cock inside you.

“Fuck.” You scream out, his cock stretches out your pussy, leaving you feeling so full. Your nails dig into his back as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, your head nestled into the crook of his neck, muffling your gasps and moans.

“You're so fucking tight.” He grunts, pushing him deeper inside you with each thrust. He was taking his time with you, really feeling you clench around him each time he pushed himself into you, listening to you gasp and moan with each one.

“P-please…” You moan. “Faster.”

Changbin pulls his cock out slightly before ramming it back inside you, now picking up his pace, fucking you harder, faster and deeper as you drag your nails up and down his back. You can feel your orgasm building quicker with each thrust, your clit being rubbed in the right way while he fucks you against the wall.

“God damn, baby.” He groans, relishing in the feeling of your body bouncing against his while he's inside you.

“Bin… I'm gonna…” You pant.

“What, baby?” He grunts. “You gonna cum on my cock? Go on, do it, cum all over my cock.”

“Holy fuck.” You cry out as your orgasm hits you full force, making your entire body stiffen up as you work through your high.

“Good girl.” He whispers in your ear, pounding into you. “I'm gonna cum in your cunt.”

“Do it… fill me up Bin.” You moan, holding onto him.

“Fuck!” He yells out, his orgasm hitting him, panting as he cums deep inside you.

He stands there for a moment, catching his breath before he pulls out of you, setting you back down on the floor.

“Wow.” You chuckle, your knees buckling as you try to catch yourself.

Changbin grabs onto you, squatting down before throwing you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle.

“We're gonna go shower, and then you're gonna tell me the gossip, and tomorrow I'm going to take you on an all day date.” He laughs, taking you out of the room towards the bathroom.

“You're mine now. Any objections?”

[frankskaren]

frank castle | the game plan…:

this is so random and brainrot esque, i apologise - hasn’t been proof read, i’m literally writing as i watch the game plan (2007) for the millionth time.

frank castle. the punisher. a vigilante. your ex. your daughters dad.

frank weren’t intentionally an absent father, you two were a short lived romance that plummeted sooner than expected, but one good thing came out of it that you were always too scared to contact him about, a baby.

stella who was now nine - almost ten, was almost painfully your twin, although she got that slightly crooked smile from frank… and that irritated nose scrunch… and his personality but other than that! she was all you!

though, she was always curious about her father - not that you ever kept it a secret but it came naturally of you to be a little blunt about it, he weren’t the best of men anymore this and he’s never really in a place long enough to catch him that.

she was almost ten though, and my god, was she fixating on daddy-daughter trope films or the nineties remake of the parent trap, so naturally the guilt ate at you through the television screen on her sick days off from school… saturday movie nights… eating takeout breakfast on the couch.

she had a couple upcoming competitions within dance and gymnastics in new york, you were busy with a court case in london that same week, so you sucked it up, and got her on the next flight to arrive to a trusted friends, karen page.

you worked within the same industry, though it was never mentioned the both of you had connections with frank - so, you can imagine the heart attack she neared when your daughter verbally annotated that a note on karen’s fridge had her fathers name on it.

"frank, i’d appreciate you picking up the phone before i’m ill all over my apartment!" karen muttered to herself with clear irritation and anxiety in her voice while stella slept contently in the next room at the late hour of 2am.

frank got karen’s many, many voicemails, resulting to his mind slipping into over drive and turning up to karen’s place by the time she was falling asleep from deprivation two hours later.

"what do you mean you got my kid?" he grumbled, quietly thanking karen for the beer she handed over to him.

"i mean, i’ve got your kid sleeping in the next room and im spending the next week taking her to sports practices and competitions, on behalf of her mother who is currently over three fucking thousand miles away — seriously frank, why am i the one doing this?" karen whispered, clearly bewildered but respecting the fact she had an innocent child in the next room asleep.

"i didn’t know about her, karen, i haven’t been contacted - cause i can’t be contacted! i mean shit, the last relationship i had was my marriage, you know that!" frank whispered back, his shaking hand almost sending the beer bottle to smash on the floor beneath him.

karen finally let up, and told frank you were stella’s mother. you two were together barely a year before he met the woman he married, had children with and… saw them die.

he was momentarily bitter he hadn’t gotten a chance to be apart of this child’s life, irritated you hadn’t made contact considering you knew karen…but a rational part of him understood - it weren’t exactly rare news what frank had been through.

frank insisted on seeing her - when she woke up of course. it scared him shitless sure, but he’d be damned if he let karen continue to do what he should be doing as a father.

and for that week, he experienced both the most timid and most confident personality from his little girl.

"my mom was a ballerina…" stella responded to his question of why she did so much dancing as he assisted her in putting on her pointe shoes, gently wrapped and tying the ribbons, almost up her shins before she correct him that they simply needed to be at her ankle area.

that night stella spent the evening teaching her dad how to correctly point his toes, persuaded him into stretching with her and using the back of karen’s sofa as a ballet barre to teach him plié’s, chassé’s and many-a positions.

"just ‘cause you only met me this week doesn’t mean you’re gonna get away with everything little girl, you don’t talk to me like that!" he’d reprimand in an argument, he never dared to yell at her but it was often a stern telling - he learned she was painfully prone to pushing buttons.

"i hate you! i want my mom!" stella would screech across karen’s apartment - loud enough karen could hear it as she walked up the many flights of stairs.

she never meant it of course, but she was always put in her place much more gently with you - it shown when she’d go to karen for comfort after a bicker with frank, though when she finally did lean into her father with a sorry the pair were almost reduced to tears… that night karen found them tucked away in the twin sized bed in the guest room, franks legs dangling off of the foot of the bed while he and stella were meshed together in a cuddle as they both slept. it was probably the first night in a long time frank slept uninterrupted by his last haunting him. he spent her last days in karen’s with her, "accidentally" falling asleep in order to stay the night.

"princess, you performed in front of me, and you know what? you did so well - so so well, you even taught me ell, you’ve nothing to be afraid of they’ll love you honey." frank would comfort her backstage before her shows on that weekend, hell he was so proud of her he had nelson, murdock and page tickets to view his baby’s show.

he’d bring her a bouquets of flowers, not far off her size, when the shows came to a close - he wouldn’t shut up about how much he enjoyed seeing her perform as they sat together in a booth at a diner, eating burgers, sharing fries and treating her to a ridiculously large milkshake as she knelt up on the seat to drink it in franks zip up hoodie from the car over her leotard and tights.

and if karen almost experienced a heart attack, you neared heart failure upon walking into karen’s apartment to see the man you haven’t seen in over ten years, your baby’s dad.

"mommy!" stella screamed, almost louder than she had in her screaming matches with her dad this week - who could’ve vomited from the anxiety within him at hearing your voice for the first time in so long after the drop of your bags.

"hi my baby! oh, i missed you so much!" you were almost in tears, you felt awful for missing her competitions or to calm down her pre-performance jitters, not getting to take her to your old favourite spots in the city you used to live in or point out the hospital she was born in during a late night drive like you had once hoped to.

"she - she got first in her competitions… and uh, she did so good throughout the shows she had, should be proud of her." frank spoke for the first time, he sounded petrified to do so as he handed stella her award.

karen calmly recommended the both of you to talk outside, which the both of you complied before she had the chance to physically kick the pair of you out.

he’d never heard so many apologies spew from your lips - you were always so stubborn, that the few apologies he remembered were rather begrudged, and you had your reasons for it, it always stung him slightly that you were so bordered up and to yourself during your relationship with him.

"she’s a sweet kid, reminds me a lot of you." he complimented, his half crooked smile almost instantly reminding you of stella.

"oh yeah, how many screaming matches did she have with you?" you’d joke, subtly sniffling and keeping the tears firmly in place.

he’d laugh, "a couple, not as many as i had with you i assume - how come you never got karen to tell me before? you know i’d of been there the second she was born." his voice became more vulnerable at that point, even toying with his own knuckles the same way his daughter had been doing this last week.

you admitted you had no idea he knew karen, apologising for the fact it all should’ve gone differently throughout stella’s early childhood - but it comforted him to know his little girl had such a caring parent who she was glued to the hip with, your conversation went on for quite some time, but at some point the pair of you had to get back to the child on the other side of the door.

"how… how long are you staying in new york for?" he whispered, naturally leaning towards you now.

"until wednesday, she has to go back to school at some point." you confirmed with him, just as quiet when you spoke.

"can we arrange to do some thing with her, together? and maybe we ourselves arrange something for just us?" he spoke, with a smile you wouldn’t even be able to smack off of his face on that last part.

you’d nod, feeling almost as fuzzy as you did when you first got stella back in your arms, "we can definitely do that…" you began as you turned the door knob to enter karen’s apartment, "sorry if stella went on about me saying you’re not as good of a guy as you once were and all that."

franks head cocked to one side with a loud chuckle, "she ain’t said nothing of the sort… so you’ve got some explaining to do now."

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Cliff booth x Ricks sister! reader <3

So this is a bit of a oc reader fic since specific facts are dropped about her. Y/n is used twice bc I had too. Also I imagine reader to be wearing very skimpy clothing like this. And that it drives Rick insane and also Cliff but for diff reasons lol :) hope you enjoy! Also did not proof read this so sorry for any typos. Also written in 3rd person.

Warnings : smut-ish, probably bad writing.

POV : 3rd person

Narrator: this is Y/n dalton the strangely younger sister of Rick dalton. Rick didn’t even know of her existence till she was four. Because she was a product of a very late in life couple.they aren’t exactly close but Rick is a tad protective over her. That’s why she was kinda forced to come live with him on ceilo drive when she was trying to go to some preppy college in Florida.

That’s also why he has Cliff watch her whenever he’s going to be gone for more than a few hours. Probably not such a good idea considering since the day she met cliff she’s had a borderline obsession with him. Of course she thinks cliff has no idea but but he feels the same way since their first conversation together. Cliff tried to just put it aside but he gets obsessed very easily anyway,

he tried to calm down since two weeks ago he tracked down the roadie that flirted with her when she was helping them on gunsmoke and broke two of his fingers.

Yup cliff has a problem, but other than the fact that he can’t fall asleep without thinking about her calling him daddy, he actually quite likes her. How she really loves the smell of laundry detergent to the point where it’s weird, how she still laughs so hard when anyone brings up that time Rick fell in the pool at 2am when he remembered he left his drink outside. How wide eyed and pale she gets when he tells brandy not to whine, or when he man spreads in the recliner. But as much as he loves her… she can be a bit of a brat. She screams at the blender when it won’t work, when Rick told her she could not under any circumstances go up the hill

to the polaniceskez just because she wanted to say hi to Sharen Tate, it’s safe to say she threw a tantrum in her room. Throwing things around ripping her sheets and then crying till she gave herself a migraine, Cliff had never wanted to non sexually spank a girl so But when she acts like that he wants to put her over his knee and make her wish she had been good.

Obviously he’s never done it, particularly because he’s afraid of what it would do to his and Rick’s

relationship. But mainly because he’s afraid he doesn’t trust himself to take off his belt around her ( because he’s afraid it would never go back on) he doesn’t want to hurt her, but if she acts like a child she should be treated like such. Or at least that’s cliffs old way of thinking.

But I mean, he totally understands why she acts that way. She’s a wealthy jobless girl whose brother is “ that famous guy from bounty law!”

And she lives in a mansion on a hill in Hollywood. If you ask cliff it’s Rick’s fault. He doesn’t give her hardly any attention except to tell her not to do something. No you can’t go do this or that’s too dangerous for a little girl! He’s just watching out for her but she’s starving for some attention.

The first time anything of the two happened was when Rick was gone on a weekend trip, to go out to the real country to film a “running from the Indians” thing. He was sitting in Ricks recliner and brandy was sound asleep next to him. And the poor girl was going on and on about some stupid thing her friends were doing downtown, but at the end she piped up…. Uh Cliff do you

think you could take me? I know what Rick said! But he doesn’t have to know! I promise I’ll be back- no ma’am I’m sorry, Cliff cut her off. Not only did Rick explicitly tell you no, I think it’s too risky for a girl like you to be on

ocean blvd at night, could get raped by a fuckin hippy no. He said the last word being muffled by the cigarette he had just put in his mouth. He stood from his chair to seem more intimidating. Cliff that’s not gonna happen! Why don’t you want me to have life ugh! She whined. Hey now missy I don’t tolerate whining from any body, you know that. He said pointing his finger at her. She didn’t

say anything else but stormed into the kitchen and after huffing for a few moments Cliff came up behind her laying a hand on her shoulder . He was about to comprise

because he didn’t want her to be upset with him too. But in that moment she made the stupid decision too lanch her hand out and swipe the bottle of Rick’s almost empty cognac off the counter and right onto the floor. Hey do- Cliff was cut off by her

grabbing an unopened can of brandys dog food and throwing it at Cliff. Big. Fucking. Mistake.. she thought. Of course Cliff caught it. She had never been great at

throwing things. She just stared at Cliff wide eyed after what she’d done. “Yup that’s it.” Cliff said a bit too calmly after he put down

the can. She just stood there unable to move as Cliff made his way over to her. . Before she could even panic Cliff reached out and

put his boot clad foot up onto the open bottom kitchen drawer, grabbed her hand, yanked her over and picked her up and put her over his knee. Holding her hands behind

her back.

Again, before she could even register, Cliff started smacking her ass. I-ugh CLIFF! What are you-Ah! She said as he rained

down his strong slaps. You wanted to whine and throw a tantrum like a child. I have zero problem treating you like one. Cliff said. She tried to wiggle off but realizing with her hands behind her back and dangling over

Cliffs knee, she would fall flat faced into the porcelain kitchen floor. She tried to apologize and plead with him a bit more but nothing stopped Cliff and his wooden

fucking palm. He reduced her to light sobs a tearful face and a hot red ass before he stopped. Honey I’m sorry i had to do that. But you don’t ever have any consequences

for your actions, sombody had to give you some. He said rubbing her back in soothing circles. That phrase really broke the dam and she started sobbing, her whole body shaking, hush, your okay it’s ok, Cliff said as he leaned down to pick her up by the

armpits so he could hold her to his chest walking back into the living room he plopped onto the couch held her still rubbing her back softly. She tried to push off him so she could run away and cry by herself but Cliff didn’t let her. Eventually she gave and

relaxed into him… she wanted Cliff worse than ever that day. But she was worried he only saw her as Rick’s disobedient little sister.

The second time something happened between them was when Cliff caught her sneaking back into the window at 3am. Now you’d think this would have the same ending as last time but no. This time Cliff wasn’t in

charge of her. Rick was home and in the pool despite the fact that it was the middle of the night. And Cliff and brandy happened

to be there still after helping him run lines around 1. Now no one knew this information but she actually snuck out to go to this 24 hour sex shop on Paris Street her girlfriend

told her about. She ended up being nervous and not buying anything thankfully, because she didn’t know Cliff would be waiting for

her in her room when she got back. She climbed up the lily trellis up to her room. Where ya been babydoll? Mh! She was spooked seeing Cliff sitting on her vanity

stool smoking a cigarette, I uhh Cliff what are you doing in here. She asked. Uh sugar I think the more important question is what were you doing? He replied. Looking at her

like she was in trouble. Not saying a word just sighing, she plopped down on her bed , excepting her fate. Cliff couldn’t help but laugh. Don’t worry I’m not gonna snitch on ya. He said laying down with his arms above his head next to her. Wait really? she said shocked. Yeah I don’t know what you were

doing but it seemed to be quick and I’m not in charge of ya tonight anyway. She turned her head towards him to reply, but then with his arms open and the California heat she realized she could smell Cliffs musk strongly,

in a normal situation she should be disgusted of it, but the only thing she was disgusted with was herself.. because she liked it… a lot. Then she realized she was

just staring at him and breathing deeply the whole time Cliff turned his head towards her and they just stare for a moment. She was the one that made the move, deciding just

to go for it quickly without another thought, she went in and kissed him. Cliff was shocked at first eyes open, but realizing she wasn’t planning on stopping, closing his

eyes and kissed her back for the next 38 minutes and 29 seconds, They kissed. Nothing more nothing less. Eventually Cliff went back downstairs to check on brandy and Y/n went to sleep. Dreaming of only Cliff.

The third time was when they actually got together.

It had been two weeks since they had made out and things weren’t awkward or any they

were honestly just two busy to do anything for a while. Rick had been invited to as a guest on gunsmoke and she was doing an internship for Mary McLean.(famous

makeup artist) But on May 15, 1968 th what still no one knows about Rick and El got into a awful fight. Cliff doesn’t know what words were said, but sometimes their relationship is still not the same.

Cliff awoke from his spot and fell asleep in

his recliner at 3:58 AM on Thursday morning to a bang on his trailer he went to grab his gun till he heard soft cry’s from outdoors. He

immediately knew it was in, placed his weapon down and unlock the door and opened it to see a crying girl in front of him.

Immediately without saying a word just

opened his arm in fighting she quickly to herself into his arms and cried into his chest for who knows how long. Eventually, when

she was able to breathe partially. Cliff asked her. You think you can tell me what happened hon? He asked no I don’t wanna

talk about it. She reply. Can you at least tell me who it’s about cliff asked softly? I-Ugh! Rick can be such a jerk sometimes! I can’t live with him anymore I can’t! She yelled.

And I’m sorry I came here but I didn’t have anywhere else to gooo. She said starting to cry again at the end of her sentence. Ok shh sh it’s ok don’t be upset, it took a while for her to calm down. And a lot of cliff holding

her to his chest on the couch, rubbing her arms up and down, and the weight of Brandy on her legs she calmed down.

Eventually, Brandy wanted to go outside so cliff got up to let her out and also made her an entire bottle of water. In that moment the

comforting way Cliff was treating herself. Made her very horny.

Just the fact that Cliff was like 30 something years older than her alone should turn her off. Making it easy to keep herself at a

distance. But obviously that didn’t happen.

Cliff? She asked. Yes? He replied from next to her. Hypothetically if we were to have sex could I call you daddy? Or are you not into

that. She said twirling a piece of her hair in-between her fingers.

They fucked until 6 in the morning. Then around seven Cliff made breakfast and then they did some more stuff.

Once on the couch till they let brandy back in

A lot in cliffs bed.

Twice in the shower

Turns out they are both into some weird shit.

And they lived happily ever after.

Thanks for reading! Sorry I didnt write a full smut scene but I am TERRIBLE at writing them. If any fellow writers can do them I’d be happy to collab!

[levmysweetheart]

AMALGAMATE CH1 REREAD

Hello everyone i will be rereading amalgamate tonight and actively documenting my thoughts below

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS I LITERALLY STEAL EXCERPTS TO VOMIT ABOUT THEM

Ok so i'm already shaking and physically sick i think i need to be diagnosed

KAITO TRYING TO HATE KOKICHI AT THE START KNOWING THE END IM GRHGHHHH

" Still, staring into the oppressive, black doom grinding closer, Kaito was struck by the sheer finality of it all. This was the last thing Kokichi Oma was ever going to see." the fact that it IS the last thing he sees in canon... ic ant dot his guys

"Kaito’s stomach lurched at the realization that Kokichi was getting worse and quickly. He knew it was inevitable – the kid had lost a gallon of blood in an agonizing smear across the hangar floor, and he was poisoned – but seeing him actually deteriorating still sent a chill down his spine." my stomach is lurching too oh my god like if i could draw this i would throw up and sob all oveer it oh to write like this. the horrors of chapter 5 will always haunt me

" “I… I think we need to hurry.” He didn’t have to elaborate; Kaito knew exactly what he meant. “Do you need me to pick you up?” “No.” “Is that a lie?” “…Yes.” " their dynamic their dynamic their duyanmic their dyanmiuc GYAHT

HELP I CANT STOP GIGLING ITS 2AM MY WHOLE FAMILY IS ASLEEP

Everytime kokichi convulses my stomach clenches . i should be doing hard drugs like a normal teenager but here i am

"“…You’re all so predictable.” Kokichi’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it resounded in Kaito’s skull like a blade being plunged through his temple. “…You’re all so boring.”" this side of kokichi.. i need this more guys i need more of this my hands are SAHKAING oh my GODD

"Finally, Kokichi raised his head, and Kaito was stunned by the sight of tears running down his face. He’d seen Kokichi cry gallons of crocodile tears since he’d met him, but this… this was not that. Kokichi was weeping. They were raw, ugly tears – the kind that can’t be controlled no matter how badly one wants to stop them. Kaito hadn’t seen Kokichi cry like this since – No. Kaito didn’t want to believe those tears had been real. And if they weren’t real, then these…" he makes me sick he makes me sick OH MY GODDD whenever kokichi shows emotion i start acting like a tweaker

"The look he gave Kaito in that moment was ill and twisted, as if dozens of Kokichi’s masks had been burned and melted together into a sick caricature of a human expression. Now that final mask was sloughing off, leaving behind flayed flesh and bone… sadness and disgust… rage and sorrow… self-pity and hatred…" KILL ME RIGHT NOW THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT FUCKIGN WAY TO DESCRIBE HIS RAW EMOTIONS IM GHWAYGUHRGI

" “A-after I’m gone, just… read through the script, alright?” Kokichi stammered. “I tried to cover… every scenario I could think of, but… you’ll have to improvise, too…” The boy who had once been the Ultimate Supreme Leader peered up at Kaito through half-lidded eyes and gave him a faint smile. “It’s your worst nightmare, Kaito… You have to become me…” " the tears are starting the tears are startnig

" Kokichi’s face shuttered and went blank. The look he gave Kaito was so unreadable… so devoid of emotion… that for a moment, he wondered if Kokichi had died with his eyes open. There was something so unnerving about that look – like seeing a shark with its teeth removed. Kaito realized he hated that look on Kokichi’s face. It just looked wrong. Wrong, wrong, WRONG! “…This is how it’s supposed to be,” Kokichi said softly, as if all the fight had gone out of him. “Don’t you get that? When Monokuma picks the wrong culprit… the one who has to emerge victorious from the Exisal is you. Y-you’re the hero, Kaito. If you show up at the end of the trial, it’ll give the others hope. If they realize I’m the one who’s dead, it’ll give them relief. They’ll be unified against me because I’m the villain. I’m the common enemy. I’m alone because that’s how it’s supposed to be.” Kokichi closed his eyes and released a shuddering breath. “That’s how it has to be.” " THE AWY THIS IS EXACTTLLYLYYY HOW I THINK ABOUT HIM IM PISSING no im not but OHH MY GODD this perfectly encapsulates him. he's speaking clearly despite the poison, like hes reciting facts or common knowledge deeply ingrained in his mind. his logical side, the determined one that knows how everything should end with everything he knows.

" Kokichi sobered up suddenly as he realized Kaito was serious. Something dark and desperate flickered across his face. “…Kaito, do you… do you realize what you’re asking me to do? You’re asking me to – to jeopardize the plan I’ve spent weeks creating – jeopardize a plan to beat the mastermind – and for what? Do you…” Kokichi’s eyes bore into Kaito’s as if trying to see through to his very soul. “Do you hate me that much?” “What?! What the hell are you – ” “It hurts, Kaito,” Kokichi sobbed. “Everything fucking hurts. T-talking hurts, breathing hurts… being alive hurts. I’m gonna die, Kaito. That’s the only truth. I gave you the antidote so you would do this one thing for me… and now, you want to deny me my last request… and m-make me suffer for hours. Do you enjoy seeing me in pain? Is – is this your revenge?” " this is CRUEL this is cruel to READ to think about EVERYTHING i can hear his voice god someday i have to fucking learn game developing JUST so i can make this goddamn fanfic into a fangame i would kill for it. i would kill to do it fuck oh my ghod

" Kaito cocked an eyebrow. The whole thing would’ve been amusing if he wasn’t so mad. “Maybe I am smarter than you because the fact that you complimented me tells me that was the biggest load of horseshit you’ve ever spewed in your life.” “That’s King Horse Shit to you!” " King horse jokes will never not be funny you can pry them from my stiff dead fucking hands

I CANT BELEIVEE THIS OH MY HOD OGODHGA GDIJAIGHAJ

THIS IS SO GOOD WHY WOUD I IEVER DO ANYTHING ELSE IN LIFE BUT THINK ABOUT THISGUYATTTT

OK

ok

end of chapter 1

bathroom and snack break because i forgot dinner

Jamie Primack i love you

[darl-ingfics]

How Much Do You Love Me?

Fandom: SHINee

Sickie: Onew (cold), Minho (alcohol consequences)

Caregiver(s): Onew, Minho

Word Count: 3,165

Notes: Based on three things: the fact that I just learned the Onew and Minho continued to live together after the other SHINee members moved out, this video I saw that Onew was sick during one of their performances, and Kel/sea Ball/erini's song How Much Do You Love Me? (Also, there's more...)

Minho stumbled through the doorway of the dorm at 2am, completely hammered. It was a miracle that locking the door was so engrained in his muscle memory, otherwise they could have had a potential security issue on their hands. As the world swirled quite dangerously before his eyes, Minho managed to remove one shoe and throw it close to the shoe rack, but the other didn’t fully come off until he was through the entry hall and into the living room. He neglected to turn on any lights; even drunk out of his mind, he knew exactly where he was going. 

When Kibum had suggested they stop for a drink after their performance, Minho knew he should’ve said no. Taemin knew he should’ve said no. Jinki did say no, but he didn’t count because he was sick with a cold, so Kibum couldn’t morally force him to go out. But still… Minho and Taemin could have said no. They should have recognized the look in Kibum’s eyes, should’ve known where this night was headed before they’d even ordered the first drink. 

It was a miracle Minho had even gotten himself back into the dorm, and had a clear trajectory of what he needed to do right now. And that was, quite simply, go to bed. 

Minho, though, did not go to his own room as he should have. Instead he stumbled into Jinki’s room, face planting gracelessly onto the older man’s bed, luckily not falling onto the sleeping Jinki already occupying said bed. Even luckier for Minho, Jinki didn’t wake up at the movement, allowing the drunk man to inch his body close enough to throw his arms around the leader, hugging him from behind. Thus cuddled contently, Minho’s eyes slipped closed and he was asleep instantaneously.

That lasted all of half an hour, when Minho’s body decided it couldn’t handle the alcohol inside it anymore. Minho had all of thirty seconds of clarity in which he shot up from the bed and attempted to sprint to the bathroom, but since this wasn’t his room, he wasn’t aware of the rug next to the bed and slipped, crashing hard onto his knees. The shock of the fall was enough to break him entirely, and he vomited on the floor of his hyung’s room.

A groggy “Minho-ya?” from the bed sent the rapper’s heart racing because, ‘oh shit, right,’ this wasn’t even his room. It didn’t help that he could already feel his throat pulsing in warning of more bile creeping up from his stomach. 

A light switched on. “Oh, Mino-man…” Warm hands were suddenly on Minho’s back. 

“I’m s-sorry,” Minho cried, swallowing far too thickly for Jinki’s liking. The leader knew for a fact that Minho was not a one-and-done kind of puker; he’d learned that the hard way over the many years of sharing a dorm. On autopilot, Jinki grabbed Minho by the shoulders, gentle but firm, and piloted him to the bathroom in the literal knick of time. Minho threw up again just as his knees smacked to the bathroom floor in front of the toilet. 

Jinki sighed as he knelt down behind the younger man, rubbing a soothing hand over Minho’s back as his body spasmed repeatedly, trying to expel the poison inside it. Tonight was going to be rough. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Jinki felt his own throat tighten, and, keeping one hand on Minho, he leaned away, coughing roughly into his sleeve. The kind of cough that dislodged all the gunk that had gathered in his throat while he’d been asleep. 

“You good?” Minho asked in a brief moment of peace, his arms still clutching the toilet bowl in a death grip as Jinki squeezed his shoulder before standing up to spit out a wad of phlegm in the sink. “Did I make you throw up too?”

“No, buddy.” Jinki chuckled to himself. There was something about drunk Minho, even when he was actively puking, that was too pure for this world. 

“Okay, good, cause I feel like it’s only fair if one of us gets to throw up,” Minho said, far too serious given that he immediately gagged afterwards. 

“Ah yes, how could I ever take away the privilege of puking in the middle of the night from you?” Jinki muttered to himself as he reassumed his position rubbing Minho’s back. As the urgency of the moment dissipated, Jinki felt his own symptoms coming back full force. The medicine he’d taken hours ago had certainly worn off by now, evident in the violent pounding in his head and his nose suddenly running like a faucet again. He caught another cough in his fist. 

After what felt like an hour, but was actually only a minute or so, Minho vaulted backwards, with a long-drawn out, “I haaaate thiiiiiiiiis!” Jinki barely caught the younger man as he fell backwards, fully trusting the leader to catch him. On contact, Minho’s head lolled to the side, sad puppy eyes staring mournfully up at Jinki. “Are you mad at me?” It was stupidly difficult to be mad at that face. 

Jinki shook his head. “No.”

“Are you sure? Cause I just puked in your room…”

“I know, love, I was there…”

“And then you watched me puke even more in here…” Minho hid his face in his hands. Jinki took as deep a breath as he could, steeling himself for the rest of this conversation. As cute as drunk Minho was, he also tended to be a vulnerable and weepy drunk, which Jinki usually had a ton of patience for. Tonight, he had very little patience, even for himself. 

Jinki shook his head, scrubbing at his nose with his sleeve. “Minho man, I’ve seen you puke more times than I can count.” 

“How embarrassing…”

“It’s really not. It’s a part of life. Think you’re done for now?” Minho considered for a moment before shrugging. “Okay, then let’s chill in here for a little more. Where do you want to sleep after, though? Your bed or the couch?”

“Your bed,” Minho answered unhelpfully, attempting to dig himself deeper into the leader’s chest.  

Jinki shook his head. “You cannot sleep with me.”

“Why not?” “Because I’m sick.” He sniffled for emphasis. 

Minho’s face lit up. “So am I! Ah!” His neck lolled back as a silly grin took over his face. “Best buds. Best roommates. Do everything together.”

Jinki couldn’t help smiling himself. “No, bud, you’re not sick. You’re drunk.”

“I am not drunk.” Minho crossed his arms in a huff. “I don’t get sick like this from being drunk. My body’s better than that.” 

“Sure, Minnie. Your bed or the couch?”

Minho pouted. He started playing with the strings of Jinki’s hoodie. “I was already sleeping in your bed anyway…”

Jinki squeezed his eyes shut. He’d figured that was the case when he’d woken up to Minho puking on his floor, but he’d set that thought aside for the sake of attending to the current crisis. He sniffled again. “Choi Minho… what am I supposed to do with you?” Jinki carefully maneuvered Minho to rest against the tub, much to the rapper’s discontent. The leader pushed to his feet and moved to the sink. He filled a paper cup with water, handing it to Minho, who happily drank it back. He held out the cup for more, which Jinki happily obliged.

A hopeful gleam took over the rapper’s face. He held his arms out. “Keep cuddling me?”

“Couch it is then.” Minho whined as Jinki turned away from him, digging through the closet for their cleaning supplies. “You good to chill here for a minute while I go clean the floor?” 

“Nooooo… I want you to cuddle with me!” Minho insisted. Jinki turned away before rolling his eyes so Minho wouldn’t read into it. As soon as he turned away from the closet, he pitched forward, sneezing once, twice, three times. Minho frowned as the older man groaned, snatching a tissue to blow his nose. “You sound so stuffed up.” 

“That’s cause I’m ill,” Jinki replied, tossing the used tissue in the wastebasket with more force than necessary. He sniffled again, sinuses still buzzing, leaving him feeling more congested than before, which felt unfair. Pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead, Jinki didn’t even realize he’d groaned out loud until Minho asked, “Are you mad at me?”

Jinki looked at him, incredulous. “No?”

“Then why are you mad?”

Jinki laughed in disbelief. “That wasn’t at you, but because my head is filled with concrete.” Minho cocked his head to the side, clearly confused. Jinki shook his head as he pulled open the closet door. The buzz in his nose peaked again, and he scrunched up his face to keep from sneezing again. 

“That was cute.”

“What?”

“That little nose scrunch thing you just did.” Minho mimicked him, wrinkling his own nose and giggling to himself. “Like a bunny. Bunny leader.”

“Okay.” He grabbed the Lysol and a roll of paper towels. 

“Please let me help you clean.” 

Jinki looked down at Minho with desperately tired eyes as he closed the cabinet with a definitive click. “The last thing we need is you puking again, and I can guarantee from past experience that will happen if you go into that room. I can’t even smell anything right now, so I’m perfectly fit for this task.”

“But… but…” Minho bit his lip, the turning of the wheels in his brain visible on his face. 

“But nothing. Stay here. I’ll be back.” 

Minho’s continued whining followed Jinki into the hallway, but was quickly ignored as the threatening sneeze from before caught up with him, sending a throwing pulse through the leader’s head. Jinki whined himself as he trekked the rest of the way to his room. Upon sight, he realized that there really wasn’t too much of a mess to clean. Thank god. At least he didn’t have to clean his bedding or rug; Minho had miraculously managed to hit only the easy-to-clean wood floor. Small victories.

Just as Jinki set the cleaning supplies on the floor, he heard the distinct sound of Minho vomiting again. Jinki sighed. How much did they drink? he wondered to himself.

Once Minho finished this round of vomiting, he groaned in misery. This was dumb. It was SO DUMB. What was wrong with him? 

Self-pitying inner monologue over, Minho pulled his head away from the toilet and sat back on his heels, running a shaky hand over his mouth. As he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, he heard a cough echo down the hall. 

“You good?” Minho yelled into the open doorway. 

“I’m okay…” Jinki called back. Minho was not convinced. Especially because another cough followed. 

With a grunt, Minho pushed himself to his feet. He flushed away the evidence of his weakness, washing his mouth out with another cup of water. Then, cradling his aching stomach, the rapper shuffled down the hall, leaning in the doorway to Jinki’s room. The leader was on his knees, and was nearly done cleaning up the mess on his floor. Jinki’s eyes acknowledged Minho’s arrival, but quickly shifted back to his task. 

“You sound like shit,” Minho declared. 

“‘Gee, thanks hyung for cleaning up my mess that I made in your room,’” Jinki mocked, not even looking up at Minho this time.

“Hey!” It was whinier than a sober Minho would ever dare. “I said I would do it!”

Jinki blew out a dramatic breath, sitting back on his heels. “How are you feeling?” 

Minho squeezed his temples. “I feel dizzy.”

“You’re probably dehydrated. Go grab one of the Gatorades out of the fridge. That’ll help.” Minho gave a clumsy salute in response, heading off towards the kitchen. While his stomach still ached, likely as a result of vomitting, he felt less nauseous. Maybe now he could go to sleep and stay asleep and let his body fix itself. His body always fixed itself. That was his superpower. 

Once in the kitchen, Minho opened the fridge, sluggishly grabbing the first sports drink he saw. He twisted the cap, which was surprisingly easy to open, and brought the bottle to his lips, chugging it much faster than he probably should have. 

“NOT THE YELLOW!” came screeching down the hall. 

Choking in surprise, Minho pulled the bottle away from his mouth. Sure enough, it was the yellow one. He hastily returned the cap and threw the bottle back into the fridge, grabbing the orange one, snapping it open, and slugging back a sip before Jinki appeared in the doorway, eyes wide with panic. 

Minho’s cheeks were full, bulging like those of a squirrel. Jinki just stared at him. 

Minho swallowed forcefully. “But I like the yellow…” he pouted. He really did like the yellow flavor, and the orange was fine but wasn’t as good, and…

“I know, love, and I’m sorry, but I drank out of the yellow one earlier…”

Minho pouted his lips harder. “Why don’t you want to share with me? First your bed, and now this?!” A sheen of tears appeared in his eyes. 

Jinki opened his mouth to reply, a snarky retort already locked and loaded, but he was cut off, pitching forward another sneeze, this one much harsher than before. “Because I don’t want to share that with you.” Minho continued pouting, seemingly unconvinced. His eyes were hazy again, and not just with the frustrated tears that had sprung up. “Come on, Minho man. Couch time.” 

The leader pointed towards the living room, and Minho trudged forward, looking crestfallen. He collapsed onto the far corner of the couch, and patted the seat next to him hopefully. Jinki shook his head, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch as he grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. Drunk Minho LOVED movies. 

“OooOOOOOOOHHHH!” Minho sat at attention, very akin to an excited golden retriever, as he pointed at the TV. He gasped, eyes wide. Jinki looked on in confusion. “FROZEN!”

Jinki couldn’t keep himself from laughing. “Didn’t realize you loved this movie so much…”

“It’s a CLASSIC!” Minho exclaimed. “But the magic system makes no sense…” He flopped back, glancing at Jinki. “You’ve seen the second one, right?”

“Yeah, once.” 

“What about the shorts?”

“Can’t say I have.”

Minho huffed. “Okay, then lock in. So in the first movie, Elsa has ice powers, right? WELL, in the first short…” Jinki smiled, watching Minho with adoration as the rapper’s words faded into the background. He hummed and nodded along, just enough to keep Minho rambling. He also kept his phone handy, snapping a few videos for the future. But even as he fought to keep his own eyes open, Jinki patiently ensured Minho talked himself to sleep. It didn’t take long; once they got drunk Minho watching a movie, he was on borrowed time. 

Sure enough, about halfway through his rant, Minho’s eyes drooped, and within a minute, his lips slowed and his body melted further into the couch. Jinki watched him for another minute more, noting the deepness of the breaths that rocked Minho’s chest to ensure that he was truly asleep. 

Once he was certain Minho was sleeping soundly, Jinki left the couch and went back to his own room. He’d only just sat back on his bed when Jinki heard feet hurry past the door, followed by the telltale sound of vomiting. His heart hurt for Minho, it really did; the rapper usually held his alcohol like a champion, and being so violently ill had to be torturous for him. But, until Minho’s body had either absorbed or expelled the alcohol, there was little Jinki could actually do to help at this point. 

So he poured out a capful of the nighttime cold medicine on his nightstand and shot it back, settling under the covers immediately after. 

Not a minute later, though, the door creaked open and a dramatically whispered, “Hyung?” interrupted the quiet. Jinki resisted the urge to groan audibly as he flipped onto this other side to address Minho-shaped shadow leaning in his doorway. “Do you hate me?”

With an unsuppressed huff, Jinki sat up and switched on his bedside lamp. “Babe, where is coming from?”

Minho bit his lip, toying with the hem of his t-shirt. “It’s just… I feel like you’re really mad at me, and I’m nervous that… that I finally did it. That I finally made you mad enough to hate me.”

“Minho… how could you…?” Jinki paused, sighing as he rubbed at his eyes, forcing his drowsy-medicated brain to contemplate his next words carefully. “I could never hate you, Minho.”

“But you won’t let me cuddle…”

“Yeah, cause I don’t want you catching my cold, buddy. I love you too much for that.”

��I guess… I guess that makes sense.” Jinki pressed his lips together to keep from making a snarky remark about how it took him saying it at least twenty times for it to strike home with his drunk roommate. That wouldn’t be helpful right now. “How much, though?”

Jinki’s head tilted to the side. “How much what?”

“How much… do you love me?”

The look in Minho’s eyes was so innocent, so needy, that Jinki didn’t even think about responding with any sort of clever retort. “So much, Minho man. So, so much.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I love you to the moon, and the sun, and all the stars in the sky, the ones you can see and even the ones you can’t.” Jinki didn’t know where that had come from, but it seemed to be the exact right thing to say. 

Minho’s entire face lit up. “Really?!” Jinki nodded, smiling softly. “That’s so good to hear, cause I love you too.” Minho rushed forward and threw his arms around the older man, squeezing him tight. Jinki wrapped his arms around Minho, softly patting his back as Minho began rocking them from side to side. “Thank you for putting up with me when I’m a shitty roommate.”

“You’re not a shitty roommate. You’re just… sometimes a bother.” 

“That sounds like the nice way to say ‘shitty roommate.’”

“No, there’s a difference.”

“Can I stay in here with you? Please?”

“Minho…”

“I know, I know.” The pout on his lips said otherwise. “Buuuuuut… I already drooled all over your germ-infested pillow earlier.” Jinki hummed in response. His brain was growing hazier by the second; he wouldn’t be able to hold Minho’s advances off forever. So Jinki made room for Minho on the bed, and curled contentedly into the younger man’s side once Minho had happily climbed in next to him. As the leader’s head rested against Minho’s chest, the rapper pressed a kiss to the top of his hair. “Love you, my Onew Man..”

“Love you, my Minho Man.” His voice was soft as sleep pulled him under.

[the-words-forever-unwritten]

Together- A Mittsie oneshot

Also posted on ao3:

summary: “We should get married.” Meeks randomly blurted out one night.

In response Pitts slowly lifted his head from where the two of them were huddled together and cuddling on Meek’s bed. He blinked tiredly, and gave a small chuckle   “It's like 2am Stevie.”

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Meeks proposes (kind of) (modern au)

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This is like sicking sweet guys

Fic under cut

“We should get married.” Meeks randomly blurted out one night. 

In response Pitts slowly lifted his head from where the two of them were huddled together and cuddling on Meek’s bed. He blinked tiredly, and gave a small chuckle “It's like 2am Stevie.” 

Meeks just smiled, seemingly not deterred by the reaction “I didn’t mean right now,” he started “But at some point, we should get married.”  

"Why are you talking about marriage all of a sudden?" Pitt lowered his head back onto the pillow. 

Meeks shrugged "I was just thinking," as he spoke he pushed himself up, holding himself up with his elbows "We're together all of the time anyways, it would just make sense, wouldn't it?"  

Meeks smiled. It was really that simple. Earlier that day he and Pitts had been helping each other study for an upcoming test; it wasn't anything special, they always did that. But at some point Pitts just looked at him, the way he always did, and Meeks suddenly realized that he would give anything in the world to spend the rest of his life with the boy beside him.  

Meeks and Pitts were a pair. That was just a fact of life. It was rare that you would find one of them without the other one being somewhere close by. It was expected, it was comfortable. They fell in line with each other. When they were walking somewhere they found that their hands fit together so easily, like they were molded just to hold onto each other, and when they kissed it felt like it was the simplest thing in the world. As far as anyone was concerned, their minds were connected and their hearts beat in sync.  

Pitts gave a lazy grin as he bit back a yawn. "Awe, and I thought it was because you love me." He joked, and Meeks shoved him in response, causing the other boy to laugh. 

"Of course that's part of it, I didn't think I had to say it." Meeks rolled his eyes, though the smile never left his face. Meeks loved Pitts so much, and he thought he was the luckiest boy in the world that he got to tell him so often. "You know I love you Ger." 

 Pitts continued to grin as he nodded along with Meeks words "You're right, I do." As he spoke Meeks dropped from how he plopped himself up, and he laid back down, still facing Pitts. As if it was an unspoken ritual, Meeks reached over and grabbed one of Pitts hands, enlacing their fingers. It was still a perfect fit. Pitts used his free arm to pull Meeks closer to him "And I love you too."  

Meeks grinned "I know." He turned his head up and placed a quick kiss on Pitt's lips. Pitts smiled as he kissed back.  

When they pulled away from each other Pitts spoke again "Now I think we should sleep, if my boyfriend will agree." 

Meeks tilted his to the side "Hmmmm." 

"Steven."  

"Alright alright, yes sleep." He let go if Pitts hand to instead wrap his arms around him and hold him even closer.  Pitts just smiled, he put his now loose arm around Meeks as well, and he closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep. Meeks closed his eyes as well, he was close to dozing off, before he suddenly realized something. His eyes snapped open and he spoke up again “You never answered me. About getting married.”  

Pitts opened his eyes again and he just stared at Meeks with flushed cheeks and a smile on his face. “Of course I would love to marry you. I didn't think I had to say it."  

"Really?" Meeks lit up, he never expected any other response from him. He wouldn't have been so confident suggesting it if he did. Still, hearing it out loud was a whole different thing. 

 "Obviously, we can buy each other rings and everything. In the morning." Pitts gave Meeks a look, once again reminding him of the time, before breaking into a giggle. 

Meeks relented "Okay okay, goodnight Ger."  

"Goodnight Stevie." Pitts spoke, and they held each other close and fell asleep, with the knowledge that they were together, and that would never change. 

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (past attempt mentioned), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Regrets

Sometimes she really hated her penchant for sabotaging herself. She knew this was a bad idea before even agreeing to it. Yet for some reason she still found herself sitting across the table from yet another new guy, both of them eating in silence. It's not like Noah and her were together. So why did she feel so guilty? Why did this feel so wrong? Honestly, he was probably balls deep in some random groupie right that minute. The thought of it made her want to vomit.

The man across from her was nice enough. A little shy and awkward. And he wasn't bad to look at. In fact, he kind of reminded her of Noah a little bit. But he wasn't Noah. And that was the real problem, wasn't it? She knew she was in love with him. But he would never feel the same. Sure, he was happy to screw her brains out when he was home, but that's all she could and would ever be to him.

"So," the man across from her cleared his throat. The hell was his name again? "You seem a little distracted."

Quinn winced, kicking herself internally. How the hell was she supposed to find someone who would love her if she was so goddamn caught up in Noah all the time?

"I'm sorry. My friend is in Europe right now, and I haven't heard from him in a few of days." Not entirely a lie. It really had been a few days since she had heard from Noah.

"The one that's in a band, yeah? What was it, Bad Omens?"

"Yeah," Quinn nodded, taking a sip of her water. She shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be doing this right now.

"Listen. We don't have to do this right now. You're distracted. Worried about your friend. You have my number. Reach out when you're feeling better and we'll grab dinner again."

Quinn blinked. What the actual fuck was happening? He was letting her off the hook? Taking a rain check? If nothing else she could at least be friends with the poor guy.

"Are you sure? I mean, you came all this way." Quinn chewed her bottom lip, uncertainty bubbling low in her belly.

"Yeah. It's fine. I'm a little off, myself." The man smiled across the table at her, putting her at ease.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. A momentary distraction while she dug money out of her wallet. Maybe that was Noah finally checking in. It wasn't like him to not reach out with tour updates like this. Had she made him mad? He hadn't seemed mad before he left.

"Here. That should cover my half." She threw money on the table, leaping to her feet. She needed to get where she could check her phone without it being rude.

Another vibration in her pocket. And another. Heart in her stomach she waved her goodbye, all but running out of the restaurant. If it was Noah, why wasn't he asleep? It was the middle of the night over where he was. Why hadn't he spoken to her since he landed in Paris? Another vibration.

Cursing she pulled out her phone. Back to back texts from Noah. It had to be 2am over there. With shaking hands she opened up their text thread, her heart pounding in her chest.

N: "Hey. Sorry I've been MIA."

N: "Sucks being so far from home."

N: "Call?"

N: "Quinn."

Before she could hit the call button her phone was ringing in her hand, Noah's picture filling her screen. She couldn't help but smile at how impatient he was sometimes. Couldn't wait for her to answer and had to call himself.

“Hey!” she answered, her tone masking the anxiety raging through her.

“What are you doing?” His voice rang hollow in her ear.

“Just out. What’s up?”

There was a long pause in which she almost thought he had hung up on her. If it weren’t for the faint sound of his breathing on the other end of the line she wouldn’t even know he was still there.

“Quinn. Be honest.” He sighed. “Please.”

There was no way he knew she was out on a date. It was impossible. He was thousands of miles away, for crying out loud. How could he know?

“Like I said, Noah. I went out. What’s going on?” Suspicious she glanced around, looking for any sign someone was watching her.

“Quinn.” A warning.

“I, uh,” Quinn fidgeted. Why was she so nervous to tell him she had gone on a date? “Noah. I don’t know what you want me to say here. You disappear for days, not so much as a text, and now you’re demanding to know what I’m doing?”

“Yeah, that’s my bad. It’s been a stressful couple days or so.” She could practically see him pinging the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Why are you there? That’s where you usually…” he trailed off.

Shit. She forgot they shared locations with each other ages ago. Which meant he had been checking to see where she was at. And he knew she had gone on a date.

“Noah. Why are you tracking me?” Dread settled low in her belly. She had known it was a bad idea.

“Checked to see if you were home or at work.” Another heavy sigh. “Why, Quinn?”

Tears pricked her eyes, blurring her vision. She could hear the disappointment in his voice. Almost like he was lecturing her.

“I’m allowed to go on dates, Noah.” She sniffled, wishing she kept tissues on her.

“God, Quinn. I’ve never met somebody that’s so smart, yet so incredibly fucking stupid. Did you stop to think about-“

“Think about what, Noah?” She snapped, her spine going rigid. “About the fact that I don’t have to fucking answer to you? That I’m not your fucking property? Did I think about that?”

What the fuck was his issue? Sure, they bickered and fought before, but he had never once called her stupid. Anger slowly ate away at the dread. Who the hell did he think he was?

“Quinn, this is one of those times that maybe you should shut the fuck up and listen, yeah?”

“No. Fuck you, Noah.” Quinn winced at the venom in her own voice. Maybe that was a little too harsh.

Noah laughed. Actually laughed at her.

“You’re a real cunt, Noah.” And with that she hung up.

Trembling she opened up the app and turned off location sharing with him. She never should have slept with him. Never should have put herself in that position. Her finger hovered over the block button, questioning whether that was a good idea.

Noah’s face filled her screen again as he called her back. Though everything in her begged her to answer, she ignored his call before pushing the block button.

Tags: @bloody-spades @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @mrscevans @supersquirrel1996

[lial-art]

The Swedish Chef as Eurylochus opening the wind bag. Some au ramblings below the cut

It’s 2am so bear with me here, my thoughts are a mess.

I made Miss Piggy Odysseus instead of Kermit because she’s more prone to violence and I genuinely think that if she were to play Penelope the suitors would be dead before Kermit/Odysseus left Calypso’s island. Also I think she should be allowed to kill people. As a treat

Some Discord buddies helped me figure out the role of Eurylochus. The Swedish Chef is hard to understand and entirely unpredictable. Couple that with Piggy’s short temper and we have a comedic conflict between captain and first mate. It was between him and Beaker because I wanted there to be a communication barrier. Beaker would’ve been less likely to mutiny though so the role of Eurylochus went to the Swedish Chef instead

It should also be noted that in this au, they are putting on a performance of Epic the musical, as is the case with all muppet projects. The reason why Miss Piggy is looking at the Swedish Chef like she wants to kill him has less to do with the fact that he opened the bag and more to do with the fact that he was supposed to open it when she was asleep, according to the script.

This is all just wacky hijinks and muppet-typical shenanigans

[supernovafics]

series masterlist | last part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 8.1k words

warnings: explicit language, angst, fluff, smut (18+)

summary: it’s ten months of texts, phone calls, voicemails, anything to make it feel like everything isn’t too different. and for the most part, it works. until you and steve finally see each other again

EPILOGUE | ❝𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆❞

You: How’s New York so far?

Steve: Good aside from Tom trying to force me to do more press stuff than what we initially agreed on and I’ve only been here three days

You: I kinda miss that british man

Steve: That truly offends me</3

You: I’m sorry<3

You: Okay very very important question

You: Empire State of Mind or Welcome to New York?

Steve: ???? 

You: You’re in New York for the next month so one of them has to be your signature song (and yes this is coming from the person that has only been to New York a handful of times. shut up don’t mention it) 

Steve: Can I say no to both of them?

You: No.

Steve: Okay then 

Steve: The Taylor Swift one

You: Solid answer

You: Now I will start your morning right every day you’re there by sending you lyrics from that song :) 

Steve: Oh god

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Steve: What was the name of that show we watched for almost five hours at your place that one night?

You: It sincerely hurts me that you forgot the name of Brooklyn Nine-Nine….

Steve: Yes, that’s it! I was thinking about this one episode we watched of it but I couldn’t remember the name

You: Are you about to watch it without me? (if the answer is yes that hurts me even more)

Steve: Yes I was… But now no way I would never watch it without you

You: A true friend. Thank you 

Steve: Oh wait I’m just now realizing how late it is where you are. How are you even talking to me right now? 

You: Yeah, it’s 2am but I can’t sleep. First day of real filming tomorrow. First day being AD. And yes all the pre-production stuff me and Jessie have been doing since we got to Spain two weeks ago has been perfectly leading to this moment, but now it just feels so fucking real and even though I know I’m not gonna mess up or anything I’m still nervous

Steve: You’re gonna do great and actually I think it’s impossible for you not to be really good at what you do  

You: Thank you

Steve: I would suggest that I call you and we watch an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine to take your mind off things but you should sleep 

You: No actually can we do that? I’m wide awake right now and I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep anytime soon 

You: Also fun fact: I’m actually able to function better when I’m running on barely three hours of sleep 

Steve: That’s a huge lie but okay

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“… Please leave a message after the beep.”

You listened to the all-too familiar sound of the “beep” and then began speaking. “Okay, I know it’s like three in the morning in LA right now, so it completely makes sense why you didn’t answer. But, anyway, I just landed in London last night and now it’s morning and I’m at the coffee shop that you told me I should go to while I’m here.” 

“It’s really, really great, and I hate how right you are about the tea being amazing, and it actually makes me change my mind about how much I dislike tea. Oh, also, I got my first ever British scone from here and it’s so good too. I think I’ll probably be spending every day at this place while I’m here for the next month.”

“And I know you raved a lot about the breakfast sandwiches here too, so I will try that tomorrow. I think you said that the bacon one was your favorite, but please confirm that because I can’t fully remember… Oh, wait, nevermind, it’s definitely the bacon because I do remember you saying that you miss it a lot.”

“I could bring you one back if you want? No, wait, actually, that wouldn’t make sense because even when I leave London, I’m still gonna be in Europe for three more months… Wait, I see that they sell coffee mugs here, though, so I could definitely bring you back that if you wanted me to? They have some cool options.” 

“Alright, I think I’m just rambling at this point so let me shut up.” You let out a small laugh. “Okay, bye.” 

Call Ended

-

You: *image attached* 

You: Enjoy that picture of me being the most touristy tourist in the world :) 

Steve: I can’t believe you’re doing the leaning tower of pisa pose thing

You: I had to. I couldn’t come here and not do it. It feels like tradition. A rite of passage, if you will

Steve: You’re such a dork 

You: Joke’s on you because I fully take that as a compliment, so thank you 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The feeling of your phone vibrating in the back pocket of the jeans you were wearing surprised you because you thought you had turned it off for the day. And then seeing Steve’s name take over your phone screen further surprised you, but you didn’t hesitate to answer the call.  

“Hi,” You said. You were on a break for the first time that day, so the timing of his call was actually kind of perfect. “This is a pretty nice surprise.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” It felt really good actually hearing his voice for the first time in what felt like forever.  

“Pretty good. I never thought I’d actually find myself truly missing LA, but now I kinda can’t wait to be back there in three weeks,” You answered, saying what had been on your mind for a while at this point. “How’s Vancouver?” 

“Nice so far. It’s actually been snowing a lot, but I like it.” 

“I hope you've been doing all of the snow and Winter activities; making snow angels, sledding down hills. Y’know, all the stuff they do in children’s Christmas movies.” 

You almost immediately heard Steve laugh at your words. “The apartment I’m staying at here has a balcony, and last night after it stopped snowing I made a really small snowman.” 

You smiled. “I love that. Please send me a picture of it.” 

“Okay.”

Things became quiet for a moment, and it was a silence that easily felt comfortable and you didn’t mind it at all. Simply knowing that Steve was on the other end of the call felt like enough. 

“This is a random thought, but we never usually talk on the phone. Mainly because our time zones are insanely different, so the timing is never right, and we’re either leaving each other voicemails or just texting, which is fine. But it’s really nice hearing your voice. It’s just… really comforting.” You let out a soft breath. “Where I am right now and where I’ve been the past five-ish months have become my makeshift “homes,” but talking to you actually feels like home, in a way… And I know exactly how disgustingly cheesy that sounds. Don’t say anything about it, or I will end this call.”

Steve laughed a bit. “No, I agree with you. We’ve talked about feeling lonely before, but even though we haven’t seen each other in what feels like a really long time, whenever we text and especially when we talk on the phone, it’s hard to feel lonely. It’s like all of these miles between us don’t really matter, which is nice. You’re my “home” too.”

You were quiet for a second, fully taking in his words and smiling at how happy they made you feel. It was the kind of happiness where you also kind of felt like crying. 

You loved what you had been doing currently with your job and you wouldn’t have changed any of it, but you also really wished that you could see Steve right then; you would’ve killed for a hug.  

“Okay, I think I should go before I start crying,” You said, only slightly joking with your words. “Also, I only have ten more minutes of my break, and I haven’t eaten since this morning.” 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “No, don’t be sorry. Like I said, I really like when we can actually talk to each other. I like hearing your voice.” 

“I like hearing yours too,” He told you and somehow it was easy to hear the smile in his tone. “Okay, I’m gonna hang up now. Go eat something.”

“Aye, aye captain,” You said with a small laugh. “Talk to you soon.”  

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You: I just watched the final cut of Fear of Lonesome with Jessie… Enjoy this picture of me currently bawling my eyes out at the ending

You: *image attached*

Steve: Sorry for making you cry?

You: It was worth it, honestly

Steve: You’re coming to the cast and crew screening next week right?

You: Of course. I will happily cry at this movie again :)

You: It’s kinda really fucked up how good of an actor you are 

Steve: Thank you? At least I think that’s a compliment

You: It is<3

You: Anyway I’ll see you next week then

You: The first time in a really really long time. Holy shit 

Steve: That feels a little weird to think about. But a good kind of weird

You: Yeah definitely the good kind 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a moment that was ten months in the making. 

Ten months of texts, voicemails, and sporadic phone calls. Ten months of being so far apart from one another, but doing so much to make it feel like you weren’t. 

It was all leading here— seeing Steve in person at the small theater in West Hollywood that had been rented out for the night’s occasion. And when you saw him, talking to random members of the cast and crew, it didn’t exactly feel real, which made you not say anything. 

Until he saw you and your eyes met and small smiles were quickly shared. You gave him a small nod before you got pulled into a conversation with someone.

He looked a little different, hair grown out a bit more and there was something minorly different about his stance, but overall he was still your Steve. Well, not technically yours, but close enough. You then wondered if he thought you looked any different. You personally felt a bit different, in a good way; like you’d become better over the past ten months, and in some ways, more of yourself. 

It was almost amusing how, most of the time, the time seemed to move slowly over the past ten months, but now it was suddenly moving so much faster. 

Everyone left the lobby area and started making their way inside the room that the screening would be happening in since it was scheduled to start in five minutes, but you and Steve lingered back, walking toward each other until there were only a few beats of space between you two. 

You smiled at him again. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He stepped forward to close the rest of the distance between you and pull you in for a hug, but you stepped back. 

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m allowed to hug you. Y’know given that you’re an engaged man and all.” You tried to be completely serious with your words but it was hard not to laugh at least a little bit.

According to many celebrity news outlets, Steve and his female costar of the limited series he’d been filming in Vancouver for the past five months were dating. It was a rumor that started about two months into filming, and there had been no confirmations about the said relationship but there were also no hard denials, so the speculations continued. And then there were even a handful of news outlets that went quite insane with their headlines and said that the two were secretly engaged. You both had laughed about it then when you sent that article to him, because the rumors were hilariously ridiculous, and you couldn’t not joke about it now. 

“Ha ha,” He said, voice deadpan. “I didn’t even get to tell you, but Tom suggested that me and Lily actually start fake dating because, in addition to all of this giving so much more press to the show, it could also help me. If I’m dating someone it will fully “kill off the asshole image.” I immediately vetoed that idea, though.”

Although the asshole narrative that surrounded Steve still existed— not as prominent as it once was but it still lingered whenever his name was brought up by the media— it was hard to see him like that anymore.  

You let out a laugh. “Of course Tom would suggest that.” 

“Yeah, he’s…” Steve trailed off with a quick shake of his head. “Anyway, c’mere.”

You walked into his open arms that time, pushing up on your toes to circle your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. Your eyes fell shut as he held you tight and it was then that the time felt like it started to move slow again. 

“I have something for you,” You told him after a moment, words getting somewhat lost in his neck but he was still able to hear you. “A little gift. It’s in my car, I’ll give it to you after.” 

“I also have something for you,” Steve whispered, and you opened your eyes at that.

You pulled back from the hug, still smiling at him. “Great minds, hm?”

He nodded and matched your smile with one of his own. Seeing him right then still didn’t entirely feel real just yet, so you went quiet once again and the two of you simply looked at each other. 

During the past ten months you and him had talked pretty much all of the time, but there was something different about this moment. Feelings that you thought you had successfully pushed far away rushed right back to the surface. 

“We should head inside,” He said, breaking the silence and pulling you out of your thoughts, which you were grateful for because you really didn’t want to think right then, especially not about that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were the one that suggested Steve come back to your place and the small gift exchange happen there. 

The screening felt as if it ended too soon and the inevitability of the night itself ending started to hang in the air. However, you couldn’t allow that to happen; you wanted this night to last as long as it could. 

Steve agreed with your suggestion and thirty minutes after various goodbyes were said, the two of you were sitting on your couch as a frozen pizza that you’d just bought yesterday cooked in the oven because both of you were hungry. 

You were already wearing the navy blue oversized crewneck he got you that had “Vancouver” embroidered in white across the front of it. It was comfortable and perfect, and a simple gift but also the best thing you’d received in a while. 

“I hope you like this,” You said as you handed him the gift you’d gotten for him; a cream colored mug with the logo of a coffee shop in brown lettering on the side. “I know you said that you were okay with not getting a mug from that coffee shop in London, but I just really wanted to get you this one.”

Steve looked at the mug for a second and then at you, a smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” You said and your fingers started mindlessly playing with the hem of your crewneck as you continued speaking. “I’ve missed you a lot this past year. I know we talked so often and everything, but being right here, in person, feels really nice.”

“I’ve missed you too,” He said softly before he placed the mug on the coffee table barely a few feet away and then met your eyes again. “There were so many times where I wanted to just drop everything and go see you. Rearrange plans or cancel some stupid press stuff and meet up with you. Even if it would only be for barely a day or whatever. I just always wanted to see you.” 

You wanted to tell him how much you related to his words. You wanted to say how there were a countless amount of times where you had yearned to do the exact same thing. However, you couldn’t find the words to tell Steve any of that, so instead you only looked at him for a bit.

It was almost funny how many times you had become at a loss of words so far that night simply because of him. But it was as if the fact that you were suppressing so much made you unable to say pretty much anything. Because you were scared of where exactly your mind would go if you didn’t immediately shut down some of your thoughts that involved you and Steve, especially now that he was right here instead of thousands of miles away and no longer solely limited to the confines of your phone.  

He was your friend. Best friend. And it had been so much easier to pretend that that was where you and him solely began and ended when you both were so far away from each other— when he wasn’t right in front of you and you weren’t so easily reminded of how close you two used to be in such a different way. 

Those same revived feelings from earlier that night came right back again, and they practically increased tenfold because you found yourself wanting to kiss him so fucking badly. And, of course, there was a part of your mind that immediately told you just how bad of an idea that would be. However, at that moment, you became okay with all logical thinking being pushed out of the window. 

In your mind it felt like you were moving in slow motion, scooting closer to him on the couch and sliding into his lap so that your legs were on either side of him, but in reality it was happening so much quicker. However, you stopped there before you did anything else.

You could see some confusion in his eyes and also something else that you couldn’t fully decipher, maybe he was contemplating things as much as you had been before you decided to take this sort of plunge.  

That look was almost enough to wake you up and remind you of what had been agreed upon all those months ago, but it wasn’t enough to make you pull away from Steve. However, instead of sliding off of his lap or moving things further, you gave the metaphorical ball to him. 

You let silence hang in the air as the two of you simply looked at each other and you gave him the opportunity to push you away. To tell you that there wasn’t any part of him that wanted this to happen. That he was so far past feeling anything like that toward you anymore. That he never even thought about it.

You would’ve been okay with any of those things happening because even though it would’ve hurt, it would actually make things a thousand times easier. 

But, he didn’t do or say any of that. Instead, he closed the last bit of space between you two and slotted his lips against yours. 

It was an immovable and obvious fact that you had missed him so much over the past ten months, but you now realized that you had missed this just as much. A soft kiss that almost immediately turned into something more with one of Steve’s hands coming up to cup your cheek and the other finding your hip to keep you steady. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when his tongue ran across your bottom lip making the kiss deeper, and your hands fisted themselves into his t-shirt to bring yourself impossibly closer to him. 

For the time being, you effectively turned your mind off. You deliberately chose not to think about what this exactly meant or what it would come to mean. All you focused on in that moment was how fucking good doing this with Steve felt. 

Your hands found the hem of your crewneck because you suddenly felt way too hot and you pulled away from Steve for a second so that you could slip it over your head, leaving you in just your black tank top and shorts.  

You became so lost in the pure happiness of everything that was happening right then that you couldn’t hear anything except your heart pounding in your ears and the soft sounds Steve was managing to elicit from you due to the way he was squeezing your hips.  

“The oven,” He mumbled against your lips, which slowly snapped you out of the haze you were in. “The oven is beeping.” 

It was then that you heard the incessant noise; almost too loud and clear. 

You abruptly pulled away from Steve and maneuvered off of his lap. “Oh, shit.”  

He followed you into the kitchen as you opened up the oven and used a mitt to grab the circular pan the pizza was on and place it atop the stove. 

“That was, um…” You trailed off not knowing exactly where you wanted to go with your words. 

Steve shook his head. “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.” 

“I don’t regret what just happened,” You blurted out. They were the words that pretty much mimicked what was said after the first time you two ever had sex. But, instead of those words first coming from Steve they were coming from you. “And I don’t really know what that means, and I kinda don’t wanna think about what it means right now. I kinda just don’t wanna think at all right now. Sometimes I feel like I think way too much when it comes to us.”

He was quiet for a second before he nodded at you. “Okay.”

His hands found your hips and you were softly pressed against the side of the kitchen counter. You two shared a look that felt as if it was saying a million things, none of which you particularly wanted to decipher right then. 

Before things could stay silent for too long, before you accidentally let your mind fall down a spiraling rabbit hole, you nodded a bit and mimicked Steve’s previous word. “Okay.”   

His hands came up to cup your face before he leaned in to kiss you again. You didn’t waste a second to push yourself onto the counter and Steve’s lips found your neck, roughly kissing and nipping at the skin. Your hands started playing with the hem of his t-shirt before circling in the loops of his jeans and pulling him flush against you. When you felt his hardness press against your inner thigh, you took in a sharp breath and let out a soft moan. You were completely certain that you would’ve let him pull off your shorts and underwear and do whatever he wanted to do to you against your kitchen counter if you weren’t reminded of something else. 

“The pizza?” You mumbled, a bit unable to form the question coherently because all you could really focus on was the feeling of Steve’s mouth against you. 

He pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “We can eat it after.”

He didn’t have to specify further for you to know exactly what he meant. You smiled and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “Yeah, after sounds perfect.” 

It became a blur of movements after those words fell from your lips. His hands found the backs of your thighs and he picked you up— the abruptness of the action made you simultaneously yelp and laugh as your arms came up to circle around his neck. You were carried to your bedroom and softly placed down against the unmade bed. Clothes were quickly shed until there was nothing between you and him. 

No words were said in these rushed moments where hands and mouths roamed almost everywhere on each other's bodies; the brief looks shared and breathy noises coming from both of you were enough. 

It was as if one mind was being shared or a song that only you two knew the words to was playing and both of you were singing along. Your hands were in his hair, softly pulling because the groans he’d let out were probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard. And his middle finger softly teased your clit as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear because he knew just how much that would make you lose it. 

It had been almost a year but neither of you forgot these little things about one another and it almost felt like second nature to be with each other in this way. There wasn’t a hint of nervousness or awkwardness, and maybe that was saying a lot more than you wanted to admit. 

You were positive that if you fully thought about what was happening right then, your mind wouldn’t hesitate to yell at you that this was a bad idea; that it would only make things complicated, and start you both back at square one. 

However, it would also tell you that the times in your life where you felt your happiest and most comfortable mainly consisted of moments with Steve, and that was something that felt as if it would never change. 

Therefore, when he slipped inside you with a low groan that you caught with your mouth and proceeded to make you come faster than you had in such a long time, it was hard to feel anything but completely happy. 

Your legs wrapped around him, coaxing him deeper inside of you and soft “pleases” fell from your lips begging him to come. And after a particularly hard thrust, he let out a loud “Fuck” and came inside of you, and you couldn’t do anything but moan at the feeling of his cum painting your walls. 

The weight of him crushed you in the most comforting way possible, and you tilted your head upward a bit to meet his lips in a soft and lazy kiss. The two of you stayed just like that for a while, coming down from your highs and letting your racing hearts return to normal. Your head fell back against your pillow, eyes closing, but you didn’t feel tired. 

“When those articles about you and Lily dating started coming out, I knew exactly how ridiculous the rumors were because I feel like we have the kind of… friendship where you’d tell me if you were dating someone… But, there was still a small part of me that believed it for a second, and it was actually so hard to not feel a little sad about it.” Your words came out quiet, and you actually had no idea why you had just said all of that— perhaps that confession did not make for the best post-sex pillow talk conversation. But, for some reason, you wanted to say it. 

It was a thought that had weighed on you all those months ago, and you knew that you couldn’t tell that to him then because of what it implied. And you weren’t entirely sure why and what made this moment different from then. 

Steve was quiet for a bit and his face was buried in your neck as he softly spoke. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“It’s okay,” You whispered back. “You don’t have to say anything. It was dumb of me to feel that way about it.” 

He rolled off of you and the feel of his warmth against you was something that you missed almost immediately. For a second you thought that maybe you ruined this moment, whatever it was, but then he said something.  

“What are you doing this weekend?” He asked, and you were grateful for the randomness of the subject change. 

You let out a breath that you didn't know you’d been holding and turned on your side to face him. “For once, absolutely nothing. It’ll probably be the last time I actually have nothing to do before the documentary I’m helping out on starts filming in a month, and I have to do some pre-production stuff for it soon.”

Work was honestly the only thing in your life that felt completely certain, so it always felt easy to talk about.

“You should come to New York. I’m going tomorrow, and I'll be there until the premiere here for the movie next week. I have to do some press stuff and have a few meetings. A bunch of boring stuff, but you should come for the weekend,” Steve said, one hand finding your bare hip and softly rubbing the skin. “To make the boring stuff a lot less boring.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at that, and you nodded at him, quickly deciding not to think too heavily about your answer. “Okay.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a little surprising that it wasn’t surprising how easy things fell back into that old place with you and Steve. Back to what sort of resembled the “arrangement” that had started during filming a year ago where you two pretty much acted like you were in a relationship, but neither of you would say the words or wholeheartedly acknowledge that fact. 

There was a lot that you two would eventually have to talk about, but you decided that that would be a bridge that you’d cross once you were hours away from getting on your flight back to California. And it was a flight that kept changing because you didn’t want to leave New York just yet; you didn’t want to leave Steve yet. 

So, your weekend trip extended days upon days until Wednesday came and it was agreed upon that you’d just go back to Los Angeles Friday morning when Steve was heading back there as well because that was the same day as the movie premiere.

You had a little work to do during those first few weekdays you were there, but you found it easy to respond to emails and make the phone calls you needed to from the comfort of Steve’s apartment, which was smaller than his place in LA but of course still massive and had a great view of Central Park. The dining room area became your makeshift “work from home” spot with your laptop at the table at pretty much all times. And while you did that, Steve was off doing press stuff for the movie, or he was in meetings; the things aside from filming that came along with being a famous actor. 

And then when the day would change into the evening and then night, you two were together, doing everything that you both had desperately missed doing. You two still knew each other’s bodies so well, and it was as if that fact was only further and further proven every night. 

It was hard not to be close to each other when for so long, you hadn’t been able to be, and because of that, things became a little different this time around in comparison to what the “arrangement” had been. There were little touches and affections— holding hands while sitting as close as you possibly could on the couch or Steve kissing you goodbye before he’d leave the apartment— that hadn’t happened before because of the lines that had been metaphorically drawn, but they felt pretty blurred now. 

A sort of routine quickly and almost effortlessly formed and it gave you that glimpse into what you and him could be if the circumstances were slightly different. And it was hard not to admit that you completely adored what this “what if” looked like. 

“We need snacks.” Your words were random and abrupt and Steve only looked at you amusingly. 

It was Wednesday night, days before things would inevitably change, and you weren’t completely sure what they’d change into— if they’d go back to the normal you had created with Steve where the two of you were friends and nothing more, or if things changed into something else entirely. You still completely avoided thinking about it all, and it was pretty damn nice living in this fantasy world. 

The two of you were on the couch in his living room. Your legs were draped over his lap and a blanket covered you both.

One of Steve’s hands was absentmindedly rubbing your leg beneath the blanket as he spoke. “There’s some stuff in the pantry.” 

“If we’re about to spend the entire night watching The Hunger Games movies we need more than just the chips to keep us alive.” 

His eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Am I underestimating how long these movies are?”

“You definitely are,” You said with a small laugh and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. You then pulled off the blanket that had been draped over the both of you and stood up from the couch. “I’ll go to the convenience store down the street.” 

Steve got up as well. “I’ll come too.” 

You quickly shook your head. “No way. It’s kinda insane how the paparazzi seem way more ruthless here. I think they’re always camping outside the building.” 

Over the past few days, you had come to the conclusion that it was lucky that Steve lived in an apartment building because whenever you would leave and come back, no one could ever know that you were there for him. And you knew just how big of a field day they would have if they did know, especially because of the dating rumors that were still circling about him and Lily.

“Yeah, way too many famous people live here,” Steve said as he followed you into his bedroom.

Your small suitcase, that had only been meant for a weekend trip and was packed as such, was a haphazard mess in the corner. You slipped off the shorts you were wearing and pulled on a black pair of leggings.  

“And yet, I’ve still not run into Paul Rudd on the elevator since I’ve been here,” You jokingly said and expected Steve to laugh, but instead he bypassed your statement.  

“Wait, it’s raining. You sure you’re gonna be okay out there?” 

You smiled at his slightly concerned face. “Okay, I know I’ve been living in LA for a long time now, but don’t worry I have in fact experienced rain before.” 

Steve shook his head at you but still couldn’t help but laugh a little at your words. “Hold on.” 

He almost immediately walked away, heading into his closet, before you could ask him what he was doing, and then returned moments later with a hoodie and umbrella. 

“I was already planning to steal a hoodie, but thanks for the umbrella,” You told him with a smile as you put on the plain black hoodie. “What kind of candy do you want me to get?”

“Skittles.” 

“Solid answer,” You responded with a nod. 

The two of you headed toward the front door and you put on your shoes that were next to it. Once you were done, Steve handed you the umbrella. He then pulled the hood of the hoodie over your head and then leaned in to press a kiss on your nose. “Don’t meet Paul Rudd on the elevator.”

You laughed a bit. “I’m sorry, but I really, really hope I do.” 

You didn’t meet Paul Rudd on the elevator, and you told Steve that with an over dramatic sad sigh when you came back from the store twenty minutes later, a bag full of junk food in hand, before you both settled back on the couch.

The two of you were only able to fully watch the first two Hunger Games movies before falling asleep an hour into the third one, around two in the morning. You half-woke up when the credits were rolling and then lightly poked Steve awake so that you two could go to his actual bed for the rest of the night.

“This is how it would be, y’know,” Steve said in the morning, words slightly getting lost in your hair.

The two of you were cuddled in his bed, your back pressed against his front and one of his arms draped over your waist. You had just finished having a half-awake discussion about what to do for breakfast before he said that he had to leave soon for the final day of press interviews for the movie, but he told you about a bagel place nearby that you’d probably like. And then the conversation shifted to a pinky promise agreement that you and him would finish the final two Hunger Games movies that night. 

Things became quiet after that, with both of you savoring the last few minutes you could spend in bed, and you found his hand, intertwining it with yours and pulling it up to kiss the back of it. 

You almost shifted around to face Steve after he abruptly said his previous words, but you felt too comfortable in your current position to do so. “How what would be?”

“You and me if we decided to be something real.”

 “Steve,” You said softly and then decided to shift around so that you were looking at him. His hair was a little disheveled and he looked pretty tired, but he also looked so cute. If he hadn’t just abruptly pushed open the door to the conversation that you knew needed to happen, you were certain that you would’ve kissed him right then. 

“I’m just saying...” He said as his shoulders upturned in a small shrug. “Also, I’m slightly kidding. This week has been really good, and I’m glad we got to have it, but I know things will go back to… normal soon. And that’s okay.” 

Hearing him say that— confirming that things would just go back to how they were, a friendship where you both seemed to just lie about what you really wanted and how you felt— made you get hit with the sudden realization that you hated the thought of going back to that.

However, for some reason, you couldn’t find the words to tell him that right then, so instead you nodded at what he had just said and plastered on a fake smile. You made your voice sound as light as possible. “Yeah.” 

He left the apartment forty-minutes later and you left it twenty minutes after that, deciding to go to the bagel place he suggested because you were hungry and also because you didn’t want to be alone in his apartment with only your confusing and contradicting thoughts to keep you company. 

However, somehow as you walked aimlessly around Central Park— your bag with your plain cream cheese bagel in one hand and iced coffee in the other— that was when it felt like the dam broke, and your mind started spiraling because it finally felt impossible to keep avoiding and pushing your thoughts away. You were finally facing the bridge that you had told yourself you’d eventually have to cross, and in your head, you could see that the end of it was leading in two completely different directions. And you knew the exact direction you wanted to go in. 

Your friendship with Steve was supposed to be more than enough. That was what you had told yourself that night at the wrap party to convince yourself that you were completely okay with only having a friendship with him. 

But now, after these past five days of getting that glimpse into what something more could look like, you knew that just being friends really wasn’t enough, and it never would be. And although a part of you still felt a little scared to risk it all, there was an even bigger part of you that didn’t want to give this up anymore. 

You couldn’t give up how completely and irrevocably happy Steve made you in more ways than just friendship. It was a mixture of the butterflies you’d get in your stomach whenever he would pull you close to him to press a soft kiss against your forehead or cheek and the wide smile you’d get on your face when he’d come back to the apartment after being gone for hours. It was also how he would look at you so adoringly when you would ramble about work stuff and how he could easily manage to convince you to stay in bed for “five more minutes;” five minutes that would always turn into at least ten but you never cared. 

Steve Harrington made you the happiest you’d ever been and you suddenly became tired of continuously avoiding that fact.  

It was a series of quick but definitely long overdue actions that happened next. 

You found yourself sitting on a park bench with the thought of eating your bagel or drinking more of your coffee long forgotten for the time being, and instead they simply sat next to you, because there was something else you needed to do at that moment. You pulled out your phone and went to Steve’s contact, pressing the call button before you could think twice about it. 

It went straight to voicemail, just like you knew it would because he always kept it off during interviews, so you waited for the way too familiar “beep” sound and then started speaking. 

“Hi,” Your voice came out softer than you expected it to, so you cleared your throat. “I knew that you weren’t gonna answer, and I’m kinda glad that you didn’t because I just want to get all of this out all at once. So, stay tuned for a very long-winded ramble from me.” You let out a small laugh. “Um, anyway, these past five days that I’ve been here in New York with you have been so good, like insanely good, and I’ve been avoiding thinking about what would happen after this and what would exactly change between us. And I was completely okay with not thinking about any of that because it made it easier to just live in the moment and be happy with what we’ve been doing. But then this morning, you said that it’s okay that things will go back to normal soon and that finally made me think about everything, and I realized that I don’t want us to go back to “normal.” I actually kind of hate the thought of doing so.” 

You stopped for a moment, gaze becoming fixated on a group of friends that had blankets spread out in the grass and were having a picnic not that far away from you, and then you looked at a couple that was walking down one of the paths holding hands. 

After taking a quick breath, you kept going. “You’re so important to me, and our friendship is so important to me too… But I love you. I’m in love with you. And because of that, I can’t just be your friend. I want more, I want us to be something real; and that’s pretty much exactly what you said that night at my apartment almost a year ago. I’m so sorry that it’s taken me this long to realize just how fucking great we are together.”  

Your hand that wasn’t holding your phone to your ear began absentmindedly playing with the hem of the sweatshirt you were wearing; it was the Vancouver crewneck he got for you.

“I want us to have days like this past week forever. And I know that this week has kind of been a fluke because, for the first time in a really long time, our schedules worked out pretty well. But we can make this work. I know we can. I was an idiot to say that we don’t make sense before because we do. Yes, our lives pull us in pretty different directions most of the time, and it sucks, but it's okay because it doesn’t change how I feel about you, and it never will. And I think that's the most important thing. It's why I know we, us, can actually work.”  

You leaned back against the wooden bench and let out a breath. “Okay, wow, I’m so surprised that I haven’t been cut off yet… I’m currently sitting on a park bench in Central Park, and I got a bagel and coffee from the place you mentioned. I haven’t tried the bagel yet, but the coffee’s pretty good…” You trailed off with a shake of your head and then laughed a bit. “I have no idea why I’m telling you that right now. Um, anyway, I’m gonna stop talking now, and I’ll see you back at the apartment later. Bye.” 

When you ended the call and pocketed your phone away, you felt an immediate weight lift off of your shoulders and you let out a contented sigh that turned into a small laugh. 

You waited for a second, though, waited for something that resembled dread or regret to suddenly hit you, but it never did. And that was what let you know that what you’d just done was fully the right thing to do. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hours later, you still felt nothing but complete contentment with what you had done, leaving the minute and a half long voicemail that would, in fact, change everything. You wanted it to change everything. 

After responding to a handful of work emails and then enduring an hour-long phone call with one of the Producer’s of the soon-to-be filming documentary, you were in the kitchen searching for some sort of a snack to eat. However, hearing the sound of the front door opening halted your rummaging. 

“Hi,” You said, watching Steve enter the apartment and then close and lock the door behind him. 

He met your eyes almost immediately. “I really loved that voicemail.”

You smiled at him, at how quickly he wanted to address the elephant in the room before it really even had a chance to enter. “Yeah?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod his head and he smiled back at you. “Yeah. I’m never deleting it.”

He looked so happy as he walked over to you where you were leaning against the kitchen island, and that look made your heart constrict in your chest. 

“I love you,” It didn’t feel the tiniest bit scary to say the words right to him, they just felt so honest and undeniable. Your voice was soft and your arms came up to wrap around his neck, hands immediately finding home in the hair at the nape. 

“Mm,” His eyes slipped shut as his arms circled around you, pulling you against him.  “Say it again.” 

Your mouth was right against his ear as you spoke. “I love you.” 

He hummed again and then pulled back a bit, his nose brushed against yours and his lips did the same. It was all so teasing, like he wanted to take his absolute time with kissing you. However, now it didn’t have to be slow or drawn out because none of this was going to abruptly end; there was no expiration date apart of this like the arrangement you had a year ago. 

“I love you too,” He said before finally slotting his lips against yours.  

There was so much expressed in the soft kiss. It completely felt like the beginning of something new, something better, rather than simply a continuation of what you two had. The kiss was so certain and sure and it only further confirmed to you that everything happening was right and good and perfect. This was what you had wanted from the moment the two of you made that pinky promise during the wrap party; the one where you both said that you wouldn’t let your friendship end. Technically, it wasn’t being broken. 

You pulled away when you started feeling lightheaded and you met Steve’s gaze as you allowed yourself to breathe for a bit. You were quiet for only a second. 

“This will work,” You whispered. 

Steve nodded and then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, it will.” 

The three simple words comforted you, they wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you savored the feel of them. For the first time, probably ever, your overthinking mind felt sated; it couldn’t find anything wrong about this moment. You finally felt like you could breathe so goddamn easy because there was nothing to truly worry about, and you found yourself wanting to cry at that feeling, but you didn’t. Instead, you kissed Steve’s cheek and then his other one, and then his nose and forehead. 

“This is random, but I’m really, really glad that I was forced to be your assistant.” 

Steve laughed a bit at that. “Sometimes it doesn’t even really feel like that's where we started.” His hands found yours, intertwining them and giving them a light squeeze. “But, I’m so fucking glad that it was you.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

author’s note: i'm gonna miss these two<333 i hope yall enjoyed this series! its been a rollercoaster fr (a good one for the most part though lol) i might do lil blurbs for these two someday because i'm way too attached to them and i have some minor ideas of some things i'd wanna do involving them.... but that probably won't happen for a while because after somehow being able to put out chapters weekly for this i do in fact need a Break lmao but anyway thank you for reading and enjoying this series🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

[charliemwrites]

how do you think the keepers of 141 would be w/ insomniac / dsps pets?

DSPS = fancy medical way of saying nocturnal

broight to you by the fact i havent slept at all since 6-10 pm yestersay pls end my life

like poor guy is just, unable to settle down for the life of him. tried music, meditation, weighted blankets, everything, and he still just can't fall asleep so he gets up and starts wandering around. maybe he starts watching tv or a movie, maybe he makes a snack and reads, maybe he decides that now is the perfect time to do some time consuming task or clean every single inch of the house.

keeper wakes up to the sound of the pet accidentally knocking something to the ground, sees pet is gone, and freaks out. goes to living room and its just them staring at each other while the pet eats shredded cheese over the sink (straight from the bag).

on the other hand, the daytime eepiness.

it's barely twelve and poor thing can't keep his eyes open, falling asleep mid conversation, yawning with every word, seeming really distracted. he falls asleep mid - bath which is dangerous but he was just so warm and comfy! ): he can't help taking like fourteen million 10 minute naps per day. he's wandering around still in his jam jams and looks like he literally is asleep on his feet. eepy boy (:

Spiders. Hey spiders? Spiders, darling, I’m concerned. I have mild insomnia that’s managed with meds but oh my god??? And you ask me about water??? Jail for spiders.

Anyway… a good ask.

This fits feral incredibly well. If it’s not canon that Simon is an insomniac for various reasons, it should be. So those two would be up doing chaotic shit together. Like, yes, feral is eating cheese straight from the bag, but Simon is brewing the strongest coffee in this hemisphere and they’re both chatting like it’s a weekend morning. I can see them getting lots of nap times together throughout the day. Ive said before (or at least agreed) that feral is cat-coded so this daytime napping business fits perfectly for him.

Johnny would be a menace, cooing over Shy Thing and trying to get him back into bed. Shy thing would go, wait until he’s snoring, and then creep out again to continue what he was doing. He’s less midnight cheese coded and more starting a lengthy project coded. Like, his whole bedroom needs rearranging, or the bookshelf needs to be reorganized - at 2am. But oh, Johnny would coo over his eepy boy. Dress him up in Johnny’s clothes and watch him shuffle around in too long sleeves, yawning if he sits down for too long, slumping into his shoulder in a nice patch of sunlight.

Good Boy spends all day napping on or against Price. His lap is his favorite spot, but he’ll settle for tucking up against his back too. Price tuts that he needs to stay awake, but poor baby boy just can’t. Price would also try to ~tire~ him out before bed. And while that may put him down for a three hour snooze, Good Boy will be creeping out of bed to watch old cartoons and sew/knit/crochet. Price usually wakes, scoops him up, and sets him in bed with headphones and a tablet.

[sillystappen]

I have gathered that some of yall like my maxiel sims. Well good news folks, they kissed in Max’s room! It was cute and slightly awkward in the way you’d expect them to be and I am proud of them. But Max fell asleep immediately after lmao.

Here’s a little scene I wrote basically detailing what happened:

It’s been a long day, for both of them. Daniel is still worried about his job in general and the late hours are starting to get to him, while Max is so close to a promotion he can taste it, and yet it’s still not his.

During the 3 hours between 5pm and 8pm where Max is usually home alone, Max hit the gym Daniel likes to go to. It was fine, but Max really does not like the cringey pop music they insist on playing. Perhaps they should get a home gym instead and change the music to something else? By the time Max got back at 8:30pm he was sweaty and tired.

He saw Daniel in the kitchen and said a quick hello to him before beelining to his shower and getting clean. He took his time, and faintly heard Daniel come into his room and borrow his computer.

Daniel. To be honest, Max had no idea what to expect when they moved in together and was very pleased with the fact that Daniel is such a great housemate. They became fast friends, and that really solidified when Daniel burnt the stove while making toast and Max had to save him. Not a fond memory for either of them but it brought them together.

So, it’s no surprise they became close. They’d sit close together, hug a lot and share things about their day. Then, perhaps it’s also not a surprise that Max started to be interested in Daniel… romantically.

It really was as simple as just watching TV together and goofing around, when Daniel, the ever mischievous goof, decided to tickle him and Max laughed so hard his cheeks hurt. When he looked at Daniel, he saw the same expression mirrored on to his face. And he looked beautiful.

He’s pretty sure Daniel likes him too. They’re just as bad as each other and if anything, he’s the one who is making more ‘moves’ so to speak. He flirts and teases Max but also likes to just be so kind and gentle, checking in on him and making him happy. Max blushes at the memory and Daniel and him sitting on his bed at 2am just saying simple sweet nothings to each other.

Max hops out the shower and pulls on his pajamas, just hoping to crash into bed. He sees Daniel at his desk working on something and smiles at him, slipping under the covers and closing his eyes. The domestic feeling he gets in this situation is comforting, just like Daniel as a whole, and that’s when Max decides that fuck it, he needs to confront these feelings and get them stop dancing around each other.

Max gets out of bed, tired but determined, and stands up just as Daniel is about to leave and kisses him then and there.

It’s not like Max is the most experienced kisser but he knows what he’s doing. He leaves it just soft enough for Daniel to push him away if he wants to, but he doubts it. He does feel Daniel’s surprise but also feels him relax and kiss him back and wow, a kiss has never felt like this. It’s warm and lovely, making Max’s heart thump in his chest. Max savours every second.

Eventually, Max pulls away and sees Daniel chase after his lips which makes Max giggle. “It’s late, love,” he says, “I have to be up early as much as I would love to do more with you.”

“Yeah, ok,” Daniel says, sounding a little breathless, “but just so I know, this wasn’t a one-time thing, right?”

“Of course not,” Max reassures, “I like you Daniel.”

“And I like you too, Max.” Daniel smiles at him before closing the door on his way out.

Max flops back into his bed and sighs contentedly, falling asleep not long after.