#it should smell like pancakes if it's going to say breakfast blend

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

It should be a crime to feel tired while drinking coffee..... Like hello black bitter coffee you're purpose is to make me feel energized so I can power through the awfulness that is Mondays.....~

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE(1/2) huh yunjin x reader

warnings: swearing, this is a part one of two imagines, high school au, based on tatbilb, this is a long one and so will the next part

jennifer huh.

yn knows her as yunjin.

well, that was before she was the lacrosse superstar womanizer that everyone in the school loves for some reason.

yn knew her since they were little kids, when they had their own friend group that would hang out at school and all after, when yn had a raging crush on the charismatic girl,before high school was a thing in their young minds, before yn was deemed not good enough to be what they call "popular."

it's not like yn dwells on it though, she totally doesn't think about how her ex best friend is now dating her ex crush, she always knew they would get together, they belong together so why should she care?

she has all she needs, she has her two sisters, her dad and her best friend.

she's over huh yunjin.

so why does she have to come back into her life?

.♡♡.

the sound of taylors voice plays from yn’s record player, it blends in with the sound of the hard rain that hits her window.

she places the thick black headband on her head it goes well with her knitted cream sweater, she smiles at herself in the mirror while humming to the song.

she looks at the vintage clock on her night table, that her older sister got for her, 6:15.

that should be enough time to make that breakfast that she planned on making since last night, they better be appreciative she thinks to herself.

she grabs her already packed backpack, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen turning on the lights.

she gets to it, heart shaped pancakes, fruits, bacon for her dad, spam for her little sister hyein, she always includes something that her family members like, she would include something for her older sister miyeon but she’s gone for college.

yn let’s out a sigh at the thought, with miyeon out of the house that meant that yn was the big sister, the responsible one, the one that makes sure that dad gets his coffees and that he gets home from work safe, that one that makes sure hyein has her grades up and is doing good.

the only thing is that’s not yn, she’s the middle child with her head in clouds, the hopeless romantic with no responsibilities.

now she has all of miyeon’s duties.

the sound of foot steps fill yn’s ears as she places all of the food on the island in the kitchen, they only eat on the dinner table during dinner.

“good morning, honey.” her dads voice fills the room, all ready in his work clothes, he comes up to yn and places a kiss at the side of her head, “this is amazing, what the occasion?”

yn looks at him offended, “why does there need to be an occasion for me to do something nice?” she asks affronted.

“because you only go cooking or baking crazy when stuff is on your mind.” he says stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“well, to bad for you mr doctor.” she says to him pouring coffee in his cup which makes him look at her even more suspicious only miyeon knows how to make his coffee right.

“oh, don’t look at me like that, I made sure to ask miyeon how to make your coffee correct before she left.” yn said irritated, “and I am totally fine, so stop looking at me like that.” she tried to say harshly but came out pretty soft.

“I’m not looking at you any way.” he dad responds putting another bacon his mouth before giving her an obvious pointed.

“oh, would you-” yn got cut off by the fast steps of her young sister coming down the stairs, “I smell pancakes!”

yn smiles at hyein as she sits in her seat, hyein rushing to put syrup on both the pancakes and her spam.

yn scrunches her face, “that’s disgusting.” she says looking at hyein’s maple syrup covered plate.

“you know what’s disgusting?” hyein asks with a hint of what yn would call evil in her voice, before yn can respond the younger girl pours syrup on yn’s eggs.

“you brat!” yn yells, “dad!” this is why miyeon needs to be here.

her dad just ignored the two girls taking a sip of his coffee.

hyein laughed as yn looked at her plate in disgust.

“eat up girls.” their dad said, “school starts soon, yn you okay with driving miyeons car?”

yn just nods her head hesitantly, truth to be told, she hates driving, it gives her anxiety she doesn’t know how miyeon and dad do it.

“I’m gonna bring my helmet.” hyein says laughing at yn’s annoyed face, their dad joining in.

“ha, ha, very funny.”

.♡♡.

yn pulls into her schools parking lot, turing down the music and parking beside a familiar looking car.

her heart slows down when she the person come out of their car, aeri.

she’s miyeon’s newly ex girlfriend, but before she was miyeon’s girlfriend, ex girlfriend, she was yn’s first girlfriend, well girl-friend.

yn crushed on the older girl for years, just hoping that she liked her back, and one day did give her a little hope.

“how do you tell someone you like her.” aeri said to yn as the girl looked up from the book.

this is it, yn thought to herself, but then she saw the blush rush to aeri’s face as she talked about the person, looking up at the library ceiling like a lovesick puppy, and yn knew it wasn’t her.

but there was still a little hope.

but that hope disappeared when miyeon came home, her face red, yn couldn’t tell if it was from the coldness or something else.

“aeri asked me out,”miyeon said with a dreamy look on her face, yn’s mouth dropped in shock as miyeon took off her thick scarf, “I think we’re like girlfriends, isn’t that carzy?”

and oh, how yn wanted to run up to her room and cry, but then she saw how happy miyeon looked, yn hasn’t seen her look like that since before their mom died.

so with that yn wrote a letter.

a letter that poured her whole heart out to aeri, and tucked it away in a box, it was the last letter that yn has ever wrote for her crushes.

when yn gets a crush it’s not like any old crushes, her feelings are strong and doesn’t matter what age she is, they just get so strong that the only thing she can do is write it out on a page and put it away.

miyeon would tell her that she’s being dramatic and it’s unhealthy but that’s just yn, a hopeless romantic that writes love letters to her crushes that she will never send out.

never.

“holy shit, you drove here.” aeri’s strong voice fills yn’s ears as she gets out of the car, “this is like a big accomplishment, I thought I’d have to drive you to school all year, not that I’d be complaining though.” aeri said longingly.

ever since miyeon broke up with her, she’s been going to lengths to keep that relationship with the rest of the family, she was close to them before she dated miyeon she’s their neighbour and still wanted to be close to them now, yn felt bad for her, all she wanted to say is that she would never break up with her like miyeon did.

“dad’s been making me.” yn said, throwing her backpack over her shoulder, he keeps telling her that she has to get comfortable with the road.

“want me to talk to him?” aeri asks, as they walk into the school, “he loves me.”

yn shakes her head, “nah it’s okay, he’s right I do need to learn.” she says as they make a stop at aeri’s locker.

yn watches aeri open her locker, she’s just doing a normal thing and she’s mesmerized, this is bad, really bad, yn can’t still be in love with aeri.

“yo!” a familiar voice shouts wrapping their arm around yn’s shoulder, “where have you been, y/n/n?” ryujin says to yn.

ryujin has been yn’s best friend since freshman year, after ryujin’s cousin dropped yn, she was their to pick up the pieces and has been their ever since.

“I’ve been here.” yn replies, “where have you been should be my question?”

“I’ve been around.” ryujin shrugs, “sorry aeri, I’m gonna have to steal yn for little bye!” ryujin says before pulling yn down the hall.

“have you heard the news?” ryujin asks like it’s the most crazy thing known to mankind.

“what news?”

“maya and yunjin broke up! can you believe that?.” ryujin says with a jump, “she left yunjin for some collage chick.”

maya, yn’s ex best friend and now yunjins ex girlfriend, maya is the one that dropped yn like she was nothing, like she did something wrong to her, yn will never understand why, they were so close, maya leaving her behind left her really blindsided.

maya had yunjin been in an relationship since the 8th grade, they’re in grade 11 now, yeah that’s a long time we know.

“you’re lying.” yn said, her mouth agape.

“would I lie?”

yn give ryujin a pointed look.

“okay, yes I would but I’m not about this, my evil cousin broke up with her bimbo sports star womanizer girlfriend the huh yunjin!” ryujin said. “this is huge this is crazy.”

“I’m very surprised you didn’t know, it’s like breaking news.” ryujin said as they walk up the stairs, “but then again all you do is stay in your room reading while listening to taylor or lana records or your baking your life away because somethings on your mind.” ryujin said nudging yn, “you’re such a dork.”

“I’m hurt.” yn said with a faux wounded voice, pressing her palm against her own chest.

“oh, I apologize, please forgive me, I will walk you to your class.” ryujin says dramatically.

.♡♡.

yn’s back at home sitting in room at her desk, doing her homework, her and hyein got into a fight in the car, she can barely remember what it’s about, but she knows hyein definitely remembers, nobody can hold a grudge like that girl.

yn walked down the stairs and sees hyein watching tv, “did you do your homework?”

“yeah.” hyein responds her eyes still on the tv, “what are we having for dinner?” the young girl asks.

“I was thinking about ordering pizza.” yn says picking up her book that she left on the couch the night before, “since dad is gonna be home late.”

hyein eyes lit up, “yes! order pizza.”

yn smiles happy atgt hyein doesn’t seem mad at her, for now

“oh, I gotta put in gas.” yn said letting out a groan, that’s another reason on why she hates driving, the money expense that comes along with it, she’s grateful that her dads a doctor, but what happens when she’s on her own?

“you know.” hyein starts, “if you had a partner, they would drive us around and you wouldn’t with your terrible driving.”

yn ignored that last comment.

“you know, like how aeri would drive us around.” hyein added.

“well, are you gonna find me a significant other you child?” yn asked pushing her sisters head.

“maybe.” is all the younger girl replies with.

.♡♡.

yn was at her locker when aeri came up to her in the morning a look on her face that yn couldn’t really pin point.

“yn, can I talk to you?” the girl asked, she seemed really stressed out which made yn concerned.

“yeah sure.” yn said putting her pink sweater over her tank top, the school has been so chilly lately.

“why didn’t you tell me?” aeri asks.

“what?”

“why didn’t you tell me that you liked me…” aeri trailed off and yn finally took a proper look at her, yn scared her, her eyes stopping at a familiar envelope in aeri’s hand.

this couldn’t be, no way, yn felt like she was gonna throw up, how did that get out? how did this happen what do I do ?

“where did you get that?” was the only thing that could come out of yn’s mouth, she feels herself growing lightheaded, is this what being in shock feels like ?

“I got it in the mail.”

yn let out a big sigh, “just for you to know, this is like very old, very very old.” she says taking it out of aeri’s hand, “like I barely remember what I wrote.”

I wish I could drag my hand through your hair.

yeah totally don’t remember.

I need away to get out of this situation.

“i don’t know yn, this just really threw me off, I mean miyeon breaking up with me and now me finding out that you liked-”

“I have a girlfriend.” yn cuts her off abruptly. shit, why did I say that.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“who?”

“what?”

“who’s your girlfriend.”

that’s when she comes to yn’s vision, huh yunjin in all her glory, walking down the hallways like she owned the place.

“jennifer huh.” is the first, “huh yunjin!” the ringing of the bell fills the hallway, yn smoothly turns around, “see you later aeri, I gotta go!”

yn does something that you could never imagine someone like her doing, she runs down the hallway and practically launches her self into the taller girls arms, her feet a little above the ground, yunjin raises her brows amused, “yn? what in the-”

she doesn’t answer all the she does is kiss her.

all that goes through her mind is that she hopes aeri is watching or all of that was for nothing.

yn’s heart beats like crazy, this is so not like her, she hasn’t even kissed people like that, but all thoughts leave her mind when she realizes that she’s kissing her back, huh yunjin is kissing her back.

yn opens her eyes and pulls away and yunjin is wearing the same expression on her face that she was wearing before, amused but also confused. “thank you so much.” yn whispers, “your welcome?” yunjin replies still very much confused.

yn untangles herself from yunjins arms and sprints off to the opposite direction.

.♡♡.

yn waits outside of the girls locker room, waiting for yunjin to come out, she’s been wanting to explain this mornings incident all day, it’s the least that she can do.

yunjin was the very last person to come out, her hair was wet and she had an oversized sweater with her jersey number on it, yn couldn’t lie she looked good.

yunjin takes a look at yn and all she says is, “hey.” and doesn’t stop walking.

yn rushes to keep up with the taller girls strides, “so, about this morning.” she laughs awkwardly.

yunjin finally comes to a stop, “oh, yeah what was that about?”

“it was just…” yn trails off, “a prank, a dumb joke.”

“oh, and does it have to do with that letter that I got this morning.” yunjin says crossing her arms, leaning against the wall.

so they all did get out.

“yes, well no, actually yes.” yn stutters out.

yunjin let’s put a deep sign, “look.” she says leaning up from the wall, “I think you’re cute, in a cute dorky way, I don’t know, but me and maya just broke up so…”

yn is flabbergasted, her mouth drops in shock, huh yunjin is letting her down like this?! and what does cute in a dorky way mean? that doesn’t feel like a compliment to yn.

“I mean it’s very flattering.” yunjin continues, “that you’ve liked me for so long but… you know.”

“I do not like you.” yn says very loudly. “so you’ve got no reason to be giving me the letting you down easy thing.”

yunjin looks side to side, before leaning down to yn’s height, “so then why did you kiss me.”

yn let’s out an annoyed sigh, “i kissed you, so someone thinks I don’t like them, and that I like you even though I don’t and I do like them.” yn says like it’s the most understanding thing known.

yunjin looks at her confused.

“you see, my letters got sent out-”

“wait letters as in multiple? how many are there?”

“five-anyway the one that I actually like found out and you can see how bad that might b-”

a light frown comes upon yunjins face“who?”

yn leans back awkwardly, “that’s classified information.”

“I think I deserve to know.” yunjin says giving yn a pointed look, “or I’ll just go on thinking that you’re still obsessed with me.

“aeri uchinaga!”

yunjin furrows her eyebrows, “wait isn’t that girl dating your sister?”

“um, dated past tense.” yn coughs up, “but you can already see how bad that situation is, and I just said the first thing that came to mind and that was you.”

“so you used me to save yourself?”

“yes, exactly.” yn responded before cringing.

but all yunjin does is laugh, “I think I should add funny to cute and dorky list.”

yn glares her eyes at her.

“you know, we should keep this up.”

“what?” she can’t be serious.

“I mean, maya has been going crazy since this morning and it’s nice to see.” yunjin shrugs, “she can realize what she’s missing out on and this can also help you with your situation with aeri.”

“no, no way.” yn said turning around but yunjin grabbed her wrist and turned her back.

“come on.” she dragged out, “it’s a win win, I get show maya what she’s missing and you can do whatever you’re doing with aeri.”

yn just stared at her for a little, something like this could end very bad.

“aeri seemed to believe it this morning.”

that’s what got to yn’s head.

“I’m in.”

.♡♡.

yn sits in her bed, her head in her hands as she listens to ryujin’s voice.

“gosh, I can’t believe you jumped yunjin like a crazy woman and kissed her.” ryujin laughs through the phone, word got around to ryujin about what happened and she called yn immediately to make sure that it was true

“yes I did now shut up or I’m hanging up on you.” yn said embarrassed into the phone but all ryujin did was tease her more, is yn did what she threatened to do, hang up on her.

yn let out sigh and flopped on her back, turning her head towards her door she sees her dad peaking his head through, “I’m gonna be dropping hyein off in the morning since my hours changed and miyeons car is in the shop after you scratch it.”

yn cringed at the memory, “so, you are taking the school bus for now on, yay you!” you dad says before going back into his room.

yn looks up at the light on her ceiling, at least she doesn’t have to drive anymore.

.♡♡.

yn sees yunjin standing in the parking lot beside her car, when she comes off the bus, yunjin raises her hand at the girl, “are you seriously taking that thing everyday?”

yn scrunched her face, thing?, “yes, I am taking the school bus.” yn makes sure to add more base in her voice when she said “school bus.”, “my sisters car is at the shop and my dad can’t drop me off, so I have to take the bus.” yn says nonchalantly, “I mean it’s a win for me I don’t even like driving.”

yunjin let’s out a groan like this is the most offensive thing that someone could say to her, she opens her mouth to say something but decides against it, opting to hold grab yn’s hand and holds it as they walk in lowly muttering, “just walk and look pretty.” to yn

walk and look pretty I can do that yn thinks to herself, I think .

yn side eyes awkwardly as she puts on a smile as yunjin says hi to every person know to earth, how many people does this girl know?, but she has to act natural like her and yunjin are a thing a couple, so she keeps that smile on her face.

yn thought yunjin was done her little meet and greet but she was so wrong, her face dropped when a bunch of yunjin’s teammates come up to them this was starting to get annoying

after yunjin is done talking,yn tries to slip her hand out of yunjins grasp, but the taller girls grip tightened, “your hand is all warm and clammy.” yn hissed at the yunjin.

“I think yours are.” yunjin said through clenched teeth.

yn gave her a “the fuck” face, from what yn knows in her years of living her hands don’t get all warm, sweaty and clammy.

when they get to yn’s locker, yunjin turns yn to face her, and leans in to try and kiss her, out of panic yn raised her pointer finger and let it smush against yunjins lips.

“what the hell!” yunjin says looking at yn’s finger with a concerning amount of anger.

“sorry I panicked!.” yn says, “also don’t sneak up on me like that!, I’m not you.”

“you better lower your voice dummy.” yunjin says pointing her finger in yn’s face before looking around to see if anyone heard yn.

“don’t call me dummy.” yn says crossing her arms, “you dummy.”

yunjin rolls her eyes at yn, it’s obvious she’s annoyed with yn’s behaviour and yn’s about to lecture her how this is yunjin’s fault and not hers, until in the corner of her eyes she sees maya walking down the hallway.

“gotta go!” yn says quickly, speed walking towards the other direction.

.♡♡.

yn sits on yunjin’s desk chair watching the other girl hang up her jersey, yunjin drove yn over to her house after school since they definitely had to go over some ground rules after the fiasco that this morning was.

“I know it’s gonna be you with the ideas and rules so hit me.” yunjin says as she hangs stuff in her closet.

“okay so,” yn says clasping her hands together, “we obviously have to come up with a origin story, how about I was your first kiss-”

“you, my first kiss?” yunjin interrupts, “I think me being yours is definitely more believable.”

yn squeezes her eyes shut for a second before opening them, “I’m gonna pretend like I didn’t get offended by that and continue, so I was first kiss when we were like in middle school and ever since then ive been a thing at the back of your mind.” yn says doing a little wiggle at her idea, “sorta like she fell first and he fell harder but it’s she fell first and she fell harder.”

yunjin stares at yn for while only snapping out of her daze when yn snaps at her. “are you even listening?”

“oh yeah.” yunjin replied shaking her head, “yeah, we can go with that.”

yn clapped her hand excitedly at her idea being approved and yunjin softly smiles at yn’s big smile, “okay, now let’s get to the rules.” yn says opening her backpack and taking out a bright pink notebook.

“you’re writing this down?” yunjin asked in confusion.

“to stay organized.” yn says shrugging her shoulders, doodling little hearts on the page already. “okay, so first rule, we can’t tell anybody that this is fake.”

“duh.” yunjin says before sitting up, “we have to talk about each other like we’re in love and shit when we’re around other people and either me and you aren’t around.”

yn laughs for a second for teasingly saying, “I don’t think I had anything fond that comes to my head when I think about you.”

“you had a lot to say in your letter.” yunjin says lowly.

“I don’t even remember what I said.”

“you said you love how beautiful my big eyes are, and that I have a way of making people feel special.” yunjin said her eyes becoming soft.

yn looks up from the page, “I did didn’t I? wow you were really something back then, huh?

yunjin flinches at the word were.

yn can feel the atmosphere shift, yunjins mood not being the same, “hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine, dude.” yunjins laughs awkwardly sitting on her and pulling the chair that yn’s sitting on closer to her. “let’s get down some more rules, and then I’m gonna drive the princess home to her palace.”

.♡♡.

it’s been about a mouth since yn and yunjin had started “dating.”, and it’s been going well, people believe them, yunjin has been driving yn and hyein to school, everything thing is great.

yn blew her hair out of her face as she rolled the dough, she was making pastries for hyein’s school bake sale, and as the baker in the family it was obvious who the responsibilities of that was going to lay on.

yn dusted off her pink apron that miyeon brought back for her when aeri and her went to japan together, as she hears the doorbell go off.

yn flinches immediately when she opens the door and it reveals, huh yunjin, who bursts out laughing at the sight of yn, she had flour all over her.

“is this a makeup thing?” the athlete asks as she laughs.

yn gives her a an unamused look before she rolls her eyes, “what do you want yunjin?” yn asks as she turns away, heading back to the kitchen and leaving the door open for yunjin to close.

“to pick you up!” yunjin says raising her hands, as yn looks at her in confusion, “to the party, did you read my letter?” yunjin has been writing yn letters daily since that’s something that maya always wanted her to do but she never did.

“I was going to.” yn says defensively as she slaps yunjins hand away from the chocolate chips, “ but I got caught up with this.” she says gesturing to the island that’s filled with baking supplies.

“but you promised that you’d go to my games and parties with me.” yunjin whines leaning against the counter.

“sorry.”

“you know what.” yunjin sits up “hand me an apron, I’m helping you so this can go faster and we can go.”

“wha-”

“you’re not getting out of this one l/n.” yunjin says, “hand me an apron.”

yn sighs defeatedly and turns to get a plain pastel yellow apron from the shelf and hands it to yunjin.

“I want that one.” yunjin says pointing at the one on yn’s body, “no, this is mine.”

“you owe me for not reading my letters.”

“nope.” yn shakes her head, “this is non negotiable, I were this every time I bake it’s like my lucky charm.”

“but if I wear it I’ll be your lucky charm.”

“yeah no.” yn says before going on her tippy toes and putting the apron over yunjin’s head and tied it.

“so, why is this party so important.” yn asks as they both begin.

“it’s important because maya is gonna be there.” yunjin says nudging yn, “this will be the night where I show my girl off to everyone.”

yn tries not be affected by the words, she really does know how to make people feel special.

“you do realize you’re putting my life in danger right?” yn asks dramatically. “maya is a the most jealous person to exist on earth.” yn says as she measures.

“no she isn’t.”

“yes she is, I remember when we were like 8 and I finally got that ken doll that everyone wanted-” yn starts her rant but gets cut off.

“oh, yeah you guys were like bffs.” yunjin teases.

“I wouldn’t say bff…” yn trailed off, she opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off by the front door opening.

“I’m home.” her dad’s voice fills the house, yn looks at yunjin panicked. “oh my gosh, my dad is here.”

“what’s wrong with that?” yunjin asks confused, “because.” is all yn said with a slight whine in her voice.

yunjin throws up her hands confused, she opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off by yn’s dad’s voice.

“yn, are you making th-” he comes to halt when he sees the other party in the kitchen, someone he hasn’t seen since yn was in middle school.

“huh yunjin.” he says pointing at the girl, “look at you all grown up, yn why didn’t you tell me you were getting the gang back together.” yn cringes, “please don’t say that dad.”

“hey dr l/n.” yunjin says smiling at the man, she remembers seeing him sometimes when she and some of the other kids would wait for yn to come outside and play.

“so what are you doing here?” he asks leaning on the counter.

yunjin smirks at yn before looking at the man, “I was actually coming to pick up yn to come with me to a party.” yunjin says completely ignoring the glare from yn.

“oh, really.” he says surprised that his daughter that stays in her room all say is actually going to a party.

yn raises her hands in a motion, “but, unfortunately I can’t go since I’m doing hyein’s bake sale pastries.” yn says happy at her save.

“what, no!” her dad says sitting up, “you should go, me and hyein will finish the pastries, your mom taught be how to make the ones that you’re doing in college.” he says taking the apron off of yn and pushing her towards the stairs, “now, go upstairs and put something nice on.”

yn groans but reluctantly goes up the steps and to her room.

her dad looks at yunjin and raises a brow, “so what? is this a date or friend thing going on here?” he asks bluntly.

yunjin eyes widened at his bluntness, he didn’t seem like he cared that his daughter might be going out with a girl, it was odd and foreign to her since maya’s parents weren’t really the accepting type.

“um, it’s a date thing sir.” she says awkwardly.

“okay.” he said with a straight face, “with that, let’s get down some rules, no drinks no drugs,” he raised up both of his hands, “and no hands.”

“yes sir.”

.♡♡.

yunjin and yn stood outside the big house in front of the front door, “remember what we need to do?” yunjin asks the shorter girl.

“yes, we need to be believable.” yn says nodding, tightening her ponytail.

yn flinches when yunjin brings her hand to her hair and takes the hair tie out of the ponytail that she had it in.

yn looks at yunjin in shock, “why’d you do that?”

“you look prettier with it down.” she shrugs before opening the door and taking yn’s hand.

anxiety strikes yn when she sees the amount of people filling up the big house, this type of setting wasn’t for her and never has been, she looks up and yunjin but all the girl does is squeeze her hand in an attempt of comfort.

to make things worse, yn sees the person that she really wished yunjin was lying about coming, maya.

she’s sitting beside her best friend sora, her eyes burning into yn and yunjin, her hand clenching her drink, before whispering into sora’s ear.

yn subconsciously pushes herself closer into yunjin’s side, she flinches when she hears her name being shouted.

“yn!” sora shouts, motioning for yn to come over, yunjin pushes yn closer to the area where the girls are sitting, mouthing you got this, before walking over to her teammates.

yn shuffles over to the seats and sits beside sora, “hey…” she trails off.

sora gets straight to the point leaning closer to yn, “everyone’s dying to know what’s the story with you and jennifer.”

yn leans back into her seat uncomfortably, this somehow feels like trap for some reason, why would maya and her best friend as her to sit with them anyway?.

“whatever jen said I guess…” she trails off, playing with yunjin’s varsity jacket that she forced yn to wear.

“but we wanna hear it from you?” sora says sitting closer, “it’s always different with the other person’s pov.” she says.

yn hesitantly takes a look at maya who’s still clenching her cup, “it’s okay yn, you can talk about it, I don’t know if you know but I broke up with her.”

yn nods, “that’s what she told me.” even though she already knew from ryujin.

“so when did this start?”

“pretty recently.”

“how recent?” sora presses.

“before school started.”

maya’s eyes light up, “I think you’re relationship is adorable..” she compliments, you can tell it’s fake, “I’m gonna get another drink, do you want anything yn? milk or apple juice perhaps?” she asks with shade.

yn shifts uncomfortably with sora laughs at what maya said, “I would ask for chocolate milk, but yunjin is getting my drink so I’ll be fine.” yn say’s making sure to use the name that people only close to yunjin use.

she smiles in satisfactory when all maya does is roll her eyes and walk to the drink table.

yn gets up from her seat telling sora that she’s gonna go look for yunjin.

she finds yunjin sitting on one of the couches with her friends, yn pauses for second and thinks, what would a girlfriend do?

she walks over and plops down right in yunjin’s lap, who looks up at yn with a mixture of shock and amusement, yunjin’s friends decide to mind their business and talk amongst themselves.

“did you get my drink.” yn smile leaning into yunjin, who nods her head and picks up two drinks from the stand beside them, she hands yn her non-alcoholic drink.

yn takes a sip out of her drink and scrunches her face at the bitterness, “is it supposed to taste so bitter?” she asks adjusting herself in yunjins lap.

yunjins eyes widened and she takes the drink out of yn’s hand, “sorry that’s mine.” she laughs, swapping their drinks and taking a sip of her own.

the rest of the night was filled with yunjin and yn putting on a show of being a couple, and yn trying to hide from maya wrath which amused yunjin.

.♡♡.

yn hummed to the halloween mixtape cd that her dad gave to her from the 90s as she put on her costume.

it was every kid’s favourite day of the year a day where you get to dress up and get candy for free, halloween.

yn was dressing up as nana komatsu, from her favourite anime, she owns the manga and binged watched the show with aeri.

she’s been planning this costume since last summer and she can finally wear it, she wonders if people will recognize who she’s dressed up as, they better. she thinks to herself.

after she’s done getting ready she walks downstairs and picks up an egg tart to munch on while she waits for yunjin to pick her up.

yunjin’s running late, like always, but can yn really complain? at least she’s not driving and good thing her dad dropped hyein off at school early.

yn locks the house door and stands outside to wait for yunjin when she hears a familiar voice, “hey!”

she turns to see aeri in her costume she’s dressed up as nana osaki.

both their mouths drop, both then proceeding to laugh at the coincidence. “oh my gosh, what are the odds?” aeri says still laughing.

“I know.” yn says waking over to the fence where aeri is on the other side on, “great minds think alike.”

“absolutely.” aeri says before pointing behind her at the car in her driveway, “want a ride to school nana?”

yn shots her an apologetic look, “sorry, yunjin is picking me up.”

aeri looks down at the ground for a second before looking back up at yn, “oh, that’s fine, I was just offering.” she backs away from the fence, “see you at school yn.” she says before getting into her car an driving off.

yn let’s out a sigh to herself, that was awkward.

after a couple of minutes yunjin finally shows up.

yn opens the door and sits in the front seat, taking a quick glance at yunjin’s costume, spider man? or spider woman ?

“whoa” yunjin said taking a look at yn’s costume, “you look hot, your what’s her name from that strawberry anime right?”

yn narrows her eyes her, “it’s nana and it’s not about strawberries dummy.” yn then looks at yunjin up and down, “and you’re spider woman?”

“it’s hard to explain.” yunjin says as she turns down the radio, “I’m a girl version of peter parker.”

“basic.” yn coughs out.

“what?”

“nothing.” yn says looking out the window.

“no repeat what you just sai-”

.♡♡.

yn walks over to locker after a school held the costume award assembly, she wasn’t surprised that yunjin’s friend group won best group costume, people like them win every year.

as yn took out her books she felt a presence behind her, she knew who it was immediately.

“congrats on winning.” yn says not even looking at yunjin.

“thanks strawberry girl.” yunjin teases leaning against the locker beside yn’s.

yn opens her mouth to respond but gets cut off by a certain voice.

“hey,nana!” aeri says as she walks past yn with one of her friends.

“hey,nana!” is what yn responds with, a big smile on her face as she watches the girl walk down the hall.

yunjin looks at aeri down the hall and then back at yn before clearing her throat, “you know I don’t appreciate, my supposed to be girlfriend doing a couple costume with someone that’s not me.” yunjin says jealously reeking from her tone.

“it was coincidental.” yn says defending both herself and aeri.

“but still.” yunjin whines, “this looks bad on me.”

yn rolls her eyes at the girls antics, “what do you want me to do, quickly pop by the halloween store get an unrealistic red wig and be your mj.”

“could you do that?” yunjin asks, “cause that would be great?”

“no!” yn says, “because guess what? I worked to hard on this costume for it to be ruined by your jealousy, I didn’t spend hours on FaceTime with my sister while she was in japan in thrift stores getting me this outfit.”

it was yunjin’s turn to roll her eyes at your dramatics, “can you at least think about it.”

“yunjin!”

“what?”

“you are such a baby.” yn laughed

“I’m not, it’s just tell me that isn’t weird.” yunjin crossed her arms.

“okay, how about to make you feel better, you tag along with me to take hyein trick-or-treating and after when she goes to bed me and you can watch a movie.”

yunjin raised a brow at the offer and decided to push more, “a horror movie?” she asked smiling she knew you hated them.

you let a groan, “yes a horror movie.”

“invitation excepted.” yunjin smiled.

[yanderesimp2000]

Yandere Adam x fem reader chapter 4/6 'This is for your own good" MINORS STAY AWAY

GONNA DO 6 INSTEAD OF 5 CHAPTERS SO THIS IS Chapter 4/6 baby been out of ideas for a little bit but then I got one what is it keep fucking reading ya lazy fuck

TW,NON-CON TO CON, Brainwashed reader, reader has had their mind broken, reader breaks out of their mind control, EXTREME POSSESSIVENESS, Adam being an incel as usual, degradation, smut,Light violence, Abuse then comfort, Adam being a delusion prick, and reader pushing their limits

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST ME

BTW TO CLEAR THINGS UP MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/THEY

After that lovely night with Adam you woke up alone in the bed he was in the shower so in the mean time you should make him breakfast you don't wanna make him mad right? You walked downstairs into the Kitchen were you went and made Adams favorite breakfast Pancake breakfast sandwich 2 pancakes with eggs,bacon,cheese, and sausage in between. He was always so happy when you made them and when he was happy something in your brain just turned into mush for him trying so hard to please him

you heard him come out the shower as he got dressed and when he smelled that your were cooking he yelled "LETS FUCKING GO THANKS BABE" he said before practically falling done the stairs to come get the food he basically ate it in one bite barley even chewing like a rapid animal he then stretched and said "thanks bitch" you got used to his mean words by for some reason your brain didn't think of it as hate just you were the one that failed him and you should be ashamed of yourself and do better. he then plopped himself done on the couch and said " what to do what to do hey what do you wanna do babe" you mind raced with excitement at him giving you the slightest bit of free will thinking of all the possibility you said you wanted to go to that new big park by the beach in the Chasity region

He yawned again and said "wow for once you had a good idea, don't take this as mean or anything but your not the best decision maker your a good housewife though like any proper women" this tone of misogyny should of made you upset but for some reason at first you were upset but something just washed it all away and you just again thought he was correct.

He then mockingly told you "your not going out in that outfit" he laughed referring to your clothes they were just pajamas and you agreed he could go out with his precious wittle trophey if shes ugly no no no she has to look marketable and good yes that's much better. He walks you over to the closet where he picks out different outfits until after a couple minutes of shuffling he finally finds one he likes its a

knee-length dress with a gently cinched waist that accentuates your feminine figure. The fabric is a soft, flowing chiffon in a delicate pastel shade, a pale lavender. The bodice features a subtle sweetheart neckline adorned with intricate lace detailing, adding a touch of romanticism to the design. you felt so nice in the dress and Adam agreed "damn I really did splurge on all these dresses but playing dress up with you sure is fun your like my little doll for me to play with and dress up to my pleasing" he teased

adam put on his normal robe before saying "welp guess its time to go" before you two walked out the door together into the streets of heaven the flight their was relaxing he was carrying you because he didn't want you do get tired and seeing heaven from that high up was just so nice but when you finally made it to the park you could see why it was so good The sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing soundtrack to the park's ambiance, creating a sense of harmony with nature. Seagulls soar overhead, their cries blending harmoniously with the rhythmic lull of the ocean Adam seemed surprised and said "nicer then I expected you chose a good place I'm not gonna lie" before you two started to walk across the wonderful coast line off the coast of the park you saw the patience borough of heaven it was a small island off the coast of main land heaven which was Chasity,temperance,charity and diligence boroughs you saw the view of the skyline and you just watched it you decided to say "hey can we go over there" you said in a soft tone Adam sighed and said "not right now babe its to far of a flight for today

something in you snapped it wasn't you usual self you started to see a hint of rebellion in your mind you got angry and said "no I want to go NOW" you said starting to get angry Adam was surprised but brushed it off "come on dont be such a fucking brat we can do it tomorrow you started to yell "NO NO NO TODAY" then something broke inside of you and you just started to fly there to the borough this infuriated adam and he quickly flew after you catching up to you trapped you against his body he started to fly back to his house at a speed you could of never imagined it felt like only 3 minutes before you were in the door after taking off.

Adam SLAMS the door behind him and say's "you've been a bad GIRL A VERY BAD GIRL" you've never seen him this way he then said "how to punish you how to punish you ahh I got one I'll make sure you don't fly AGAIN until I feel like letting you fly"he said this in a light sadistic tone but he then sighed and said "then I'll put you under my little "spell" again you seemed to partially broken out of it but I can always reapply it, after my old 2 UNGRATEFUL SLUTS left me I've learned how to make people more "reasonable" and you've seems to have broken out of it partially"

he said this with a low coo before grabbing a knife from the counter and saying "cmere" before pinning you down this adrenaline brought back ALL your old memory what happened how he kidnapped you how Abused you it all came flooding back in you winced again and said "GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY PHYCO" Adam just giggled and said "broken out of my spell that's okay I'll just reapply it once I'm done with your wings" all you could think about was how could heaven allow this god, and seraphim they were okay with this one of their first man kidnapping and brainwashing a poor human soul so he could use you to not feel lonely it was all to much and you tried to beg Adam to stop "p-please Adam" you pleaded he looked like a felt a little bad but he seemed to shake it off when he said "this is all for your own good" before slicing off the front half of you right wing

You screamed in pain "Plwease Please s-s-s-s-stop" you pleaded but Adam when and clipped the left wing he used some angel magic to seal up the wounds and stop the pain but you were just left their a whimpering crying mess flapping your now useless wings Adam said "yknow what I'm not even gonna fell bad for you you got this coming this was all on you" he starts to rub his fings in-between your wings "maybe in a couple century's I'll fix your wings IF Im feeling generous I might just keep you like this forever my little peguin my little bird that's YEARNING to be able to fly but no matter how hard you try you just cant" he mocked causing you to sob more "awwwwww don't cry even if it's adorable it hurts my heart" he giggled You sobbed helplessly it felt like the teasing was just relentless you kicked and thrashed but he had a firm grip on you you couldn't escape he said as he stood looking down at you he laughed and said "are you sad don't worry try and fly yeah try and get an inch off the ground you can't oh no you can't you're too your wings that they're too small and too weak now "he laughed sadistically as he said that "you really are perfect now it's just time for the fixing of your brain"  to begin you start flapping you're useless little wings you don't know why you knew they were useless but it was just instinctive somehow you felt powerless completely at his Mercy you don't even know how you got out of his hypnosis but all you know is he's going to put you back in it back into the helpless little play thing you were before

"Now look at me "Adam shushed you just look at me don't try and fight it you know Ill win he said as he started to force your head to look into his eyes yes just fall deeper and deeper you didn't know it was happening you started to feel delirious sleepy starting to go into a gray space between awake and asleep  your eyes butterflied a little as you try to resist squirming but weaker and weaker whimpering and Wincing your pleas meant nothing if anything he enjoyed them  "damn you're so fucking  hot when you like" Adam moaned " you know what I think I might fuck you while I put you back into your submissive state, Yeah bitch doesn't that sound like fun trying to squirm away from me but falling deeper and deeper into my hypnosis it's just too much to resist I'm so sorry" he started to undress himself as you slowly backed away into the corner whimpering and wincing as you went "oh don't be scared" Adam teased "I'll be gentle oh so Gentle"

He started to approach you his erect cock visible " try not to struggle too much it's quite annoying, but don't worry you'll be wrapped around my little finger soon enough Like any proper women meant to serve their husband" just as he said this he started to pin you down you whimpered kicked but that didn't stop them he teased the tip of his cock right against the entrance of your pussy he was clearly getting off to you fear enjoying every second of it the more you cried the more you try to fight back the more you whimpered the more turned on he got " shut up bitch" he growled "at first you're begging was cute but now it's just pathetic you're not getting out of this and you know that " he said that and even deeper growl as as he slowly put his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy 

Eventually it was just a full flown thrust " fuck  baby keep looking into my eyes little bicth this will be so much more enjoyable if you fuckin  cooperate" he said but as he kept looking at you and deep into your eyes something in your brain started to change as much as you try to fight it you know that you weren't going to win your mind was too weak easy to be taken control of manipulated turned into as Adam said your fate  would keep going like this for the rest of Eternity the Injustice in heaven was all you could think about how could he do this how could he threaten to banish you to hell just for not wanting to be with him how could he do any of this but that was quickly wiped away by the thoughts that you were the problem that you should apologize to Adam that he was just doing what was necessary and that you were the crazy one you are unstable you needed him that's all you could think you started to enjoy him on you he giggled when he noticed that " are we done with our little tantrum" Adam said softly but firmly " yes Adam I'm so sorry for disobeying you this won't ever happen again" you pleaded to him " good that's what I thought, now let me fucking finish inside you bitch" he said approaching his climax  his cock was deep inside you it was 38 cm there was even a little bump in your stomach from where it was since the height difference between you guys was like nine feet you were helpless  he had all the control he wanted over you and that was just the way he liked it you started to grip onto the couch he was fucking you on you you were also reaching your climax but Adam beat you to it as you let out a moan long strings of cum started to fill you " yes baby" he said as you also climaxed " see I told you you would like it" Adam said smugly 

You were under his spell again condemned to the same fate for the rest of enternity but hey atleats you enjoy it even if your brainwashed

[avengerscompound]

Small Gods: Lazy Mornings - 5

Lazy Mornings:  A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count:  1696

Warnings: smut (MF, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Steve Rogers has trouble taking time for himself.  When his friends set him up with a person with a very unusual skill, perhaps he can learn that the quiet moments are just as important as everything else.

Chapter 5

There was something a little magical about the way the sun crept through the curtains as Steve slowly woke.  It fell in a clear beam over the bed, and dust motes floated in it, glowing brightly like they were alive and filled with their own kind of magic.  From the beam the light diffused through the room, blanketing in a soft white haze that made everything seem like it was wrapped in cloud.

Steve had slept well.  Better than he could ever remember sleeping before.  It was the good, deep, restful sleep that most people just long for.  There was no urgency to waking either, so he did it gradually, appreciating the scent of coffee, linen, and fresh-cut grass, along with the warmth of your body pressed against him.

You slept so close to him - practically buried into his side.  Sleeping with another person usually brought with it some minor discomforts that were a trade-off to the intimacy of sharing such a space with another person.  Hair that got in your mouth.  Awkward arm placements.  Overheating from the shared body temperature.  Accidentally getting kicked in rather tender areas.

There was none of that with you.  The bed which would normally be too soft for him to be truly comfortable was somehow perfect.  The air temperature was cool, but the bed was perfectly warm in that way that made it hard to leave.  The way you tucked in against him felt like the two of you were made for each other.  Like two pieces of a puzzle, or Lego bricks.

You made a soft sound and your arms tightened around him.  “Good morning,” you mumbled, in a sleep-heavy voice.  “Will you stay?”

Steve hummed and pressed his cheek against the top of your head.  “Mm-hmm.”

He wasn’t even quite sure what he was agreeing to.  Now?  Forever?  He didn’t know, but either way that answer felt right.

You hummed and nuzzled at his neck, kissing his throat and gently grazing your teeth over his skin.  “Good,” you whispered.  “I have plans.”

He pulled back and looked down at you, smiling a lazy smile.  You looked ethereal in the soft morning light.  You returned his gaze and reached up and ran your finger along his jaw so that his morning stubble scratched over your fingertips.  For a moment that’s all either of you did - just lay there gazing at each other - and then he broke.  He leaned in and kissed you deeply.  Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled yourself tightly against him.  There was a slowness to your movements that seemed to translate to a deeper intimacy.  There was no rush.  No desperate need.  The two of you took your time to just kiss and caress each other’s skin.  He ran his hands over you as you raked your fingers through his hair.  Your hips moved slowly against him so your cunt rubbed against his morning erection.

The pressure of your body against his, the warmth that radiated from your skin, and the way his body buzzed under your fingers, made that lazy, cozy feeling start to blend into his desire and need.

He kissed your throat and massaged your ass as he slowly rutted against you.  Your fluids dripped from your cunt and coated his cock.  He hummed and when the head of his cock caught on your entrance, he pushed, slowly sinking into the warm passage.  The movement was met, not with a moan, but a soft contented sigh.

He rolled so he was on top of you and the two of you began to move together.  He rolled his hips penetrating you deeply, taking his time to feel every ridge and contour of your internal walls.  You counter, arching your back and rocking under him and clenching around him. The kissing was a constant tender caress.  Lips against lips and necks, collarbones, and chest.  It added to that soft buzz inside him, and the world became fuzzy and far off as the two of you made love.

“You feel so good, Steve,” you hummed against his throat.

He moaned in response and brought his lips to yours.  You nudged him and he rolled over so you were straddling him.  You broke the kiss and sat up, closing your eyes and letting your head loll back as you twisted and circled your hips while staying seated on his cock.  He watched you, mesmerized by the way your body moved as you rode him.  He ran his hands over your breasts and down your sides, letting one settle on your hip and the other over your pussy, working your clit with his thumb.  You moaned and moved a little faster, your lips parted in silent pleasure.  Your cunt began to clench and flutter and with a deep moan, you came, your body seizing up.  Steve grabbed your hips and began to thrust up into you, chasing his own release.  When it came, it was like his orgasm washed through him like a wave, he closed his eyes and groaned as his muscles clenched and he spilled inside you.

You stayed sitting on top of him for a moment, just letting yourself relax and come down from your orgasm high.  As your breathing returned to normal, you climbed off him.  “I’m going to make breakfast,” you said, grabbing your robe and sliding it on.

Steve stretched and watched you leave the room as he debated what to do.  He hadn’t ever had breakfast in bed, and he couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t comfortable right where it was.

His need to be up and participating in the world ended up winning out, and he dragged himself out of bed.  He tried to keep in the spirit of the lazy morning though.  He used the bathroom and pulled on his boxers and t-shirt before coming out to find you.  The kitchen smelled of coffee, bacon, and maple syrup, and you stood at the stove singing to yourself.  He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Really giving yourself to it, huh?”  You asked.  “I can feel it.  Makes me feel a little more real.”

“If that’s all it takes for you to feel that way, I’ll have to do this more often,” Steve said.

You laughed and turned, kissing his cheek.  “If you really want to spoil yourself, the paper should be on the doorstep.”

Steve let you go and went to the door.  Sitting on your welcome mat in the hall was a copy of the New York Times.  He picked it up feeling a little bewildered.  Since waking up from the ice he’d seen newspapers being sold, but he’d never known anyone who bought them.  He’d been dropped into a world of leading-edge technology where the new was delivered digitally in an instant.  It was all tablets and holographic screens in his world now.  Having an actual honest-to-god newspaper felt a little like he was stepping back in time.

He took it to the reading nook you had by the window and reclined back on the window bench, pulling the plush blanket you had sitting there over his legs and unfolding the paper.

It was strange how strong the scent of fresh-cut grass was, even though he wasn’t sure he could smell it as much as he formed the idea of it in his head just from being around you.  If he looked down through the window, it was just another busy New York street below him.  You lived across from Central Park though, and looking right ahead he had views of trees and grass he could sink into the illusion of a Sunday in the suburbs with neighbors mowing their lawn while he took his time to read the paper.

“Don’t you look comfortable here,” you said, bringing over a tray.  Sitting on it was a plate filled with pancakes, eggs, and bacon, a mug of hot coffee, and a glass of orange juice.  He shifted a little and took the tray, placing it over his lap, and you took a seat in the wingback chair beside him.

“You’re spoiling me,” Steve said, picking up his coffee and breathing in the aroma.  “You’re not eating?”

“When I have someone who’s really giving themselves over to what I have to offer, I don’t actually need to eat,” you replied.

Steve surveyed you, raising his eyebrow.  “Thor always needs to eat.”

You laughed.  “Thor and I are slightly different entities.  And I don’t pretend to understand it.  I am feeling it very strongly from you right now though because this is not something you let yourself do very often.  It’s nourishing.”

“For us both,” Steve said and started to eat.  He took his time to savor it all.  It wasn’t the best food he’d ever had, but it seemed to hit the spot exactly.  The coffee was hot and brewed just how he liked it, bitter but not burned.  The eggs were sunny side up but the white had cooked through while the yolk was still runny.  The bacon was salty and crispy and mixed with the maple syrup on the pancakes perfectly.

“Do you think we can actually work long term?”  Steve asked as he ate.  “We seem to need such different things.  And what would happen if I stopped fighting and just retried?  Would that affect how this worked for you?”

You shrugged.  “To answer your second question first; no it wouldn’t.  Eventually, you’d stop appreciating the lie-ins and it’s really in the desire and appreciation of them that gives me my power,” you said.  “As for the first, I couldn’t say.  No one knows what the future brings or how long people can stay compatible.  It’s working now, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Steve agreed, and sipped on his coffee thoughtfully.  Maybe he needed this.  A reason to balance his life so he took something for himself once in a while.  Maybe appreciating the quiet moments more would help him get through the chaos of his everyday life.  Maybe his friends had been right, it was time for him to get a life too.

// NEXT

[anthonyed]

There's a flower on his table-top. It's the last thing Tony notices; shrivelled, half hidden under a stack of folders with a leaf torn and browned. 

He stares at it for a full five minutes, muscles tensing further and further until the wrench cuts bluntly into his right palm and he hisses as he drops it, feeling burnt. 

It's a quick second distraction from that aged flower but it serves its purpose perfectly. 

Tony turns away, calling for Dum-E to throw it into the trash. 

-

Habitually, he drinks his coffee black and hot. No sugar, no milk needed. Just a quick fix to boost his system so it can function for another four hours. 

Natasha catches him at 4am, wrapped in a woolen cardigan with an irritated frown on her pretty face. 

She stares at him, and stares while he stares right back at her. It's like they're both trying to shift through words to find the right one to say. 

Eventually she turns away and leaves. 

Tony's not surprised, nor is he going to admit it bothers him more than he likes to think. 

-

Clint is blunt. And brutal. 

It's perhaps all the times he'd fallen on his head throughout his life, that he doesn't shy away from calling Tony an asshole, face forward.

"You just gotta destroy someone else along with yourself don't you?" His words cut like daggers.

-

If he's honest, Tony cries. 

Two weeks after that dried rose, he stares at a teardrop on its spot. He hates the stream that doesn't stop but guess that's the price he has to pay for breaking someone's heart. 

It's a strange sort of thing, to notice a drop of clear liquid before realising what it is and then, where it's from. Humiliating too. For Stark men don't cry but Tony always manages to break that streak somehow. 

No wonder Howard hated him when he was alive. 

-

It's the sight of Steve that does it in the end. 

Forlorn in his long cotton sweatpants and thick beard and he's as good as he'd last seen him, or maybe better. But his blue eyes shine less, like something's hardened over them and when they meet Tony, they stare right through him as if he's a stranger.

And that's way too brutal than what he did, Tony thinks. 

Indifference versus rejection and the former will always be the grand prize winner. 

-

One night, after four months of turning away from each other, Steve comes to stand by the window where Tony's at; nursing a glass of whiskey for his rotten heart and his presence is so thick that it moulds around Tony like a warm cocoon. Comfort which he's been yearning for ages now within his reach but it's not really his to own, is it?

They don't speak. They don't look. They simply stand there right next to each other as if testing their boundaries and it goes on for hours and Tony feels tired; his eyes burn with sleep and whiskey but something in his veins pleads him to stay cause it knows if he leaves now, this will be it. 

He doesn't leave. 

-

Two days later, Steve puts a strip of bacon on his plate of breakfast and carries on flipping pancakes like there is nothing out of normal. 

Clint's bite of waffle catches dust on its fork while his jaw hangs slacken staring at both of them. 

Natasha's smirking, but it's barely there, for barely a second before it's gone behind a mug of jasmine tea which scents the whole kitchen. 

Tony chokes on a strawberry, is what all of them think, but really it's a huge lump of tears stuck in his throat which grows and grows until Sam whacks him on the back with all his strength combined. 

"Jesus Christ," he hisses between shaking his head. 

-

Someone tells him on a Saturday, while the Sun is pouring hot into his workspace that Steve is still hung on him as he was before the mess. 

Tony puts a name to that someone when he discards his goggles and meets piercing grey eyes behind a swath of long brown mane and, "My God," he says, "Do you have no plans to cut that lump of grease, Barnes?"

-

One day, he passes by a flower shop on the busy New York street while in search for caffeine post board meeting and it's a slight hesitation in his steps before he hurries along that sits with him until the dead of the night and he recalls vividly the smell of that dried rose he trashed that day and the ache in his chest which feels better now and he's thinking and thinking and -

He orders a bouquet the next day. 

100 red roses within a mass of baby breaths and it's delivered to the garage, not to its intended recipient because Tony is still not sure this day. 

And he still isn't sure even after a day, and another and those roses lose their luster and they wilt and they rot and Dum E kindly blends them into a smoothie which Tony pukes into the toilet bowl a week later. 

-

The thing is, it's not the roses but Steve that he isn't so sure. 

Sure, Barnes was a twittering little nosy bird who sprinkled some hope in Tony's dead garden. Sure, their friends tease them during battles or sometimes some random moments when their eyes meet, or fingers touch or Steve places an extra pancake on Tony's plate or when Tony gives Steve's shield back looking shinier before ever -

Sure, there are instances but, nothing was ever said between them after Tony tossed Steve's heart into the trash can and everything feels broken still sometimes when it's only two of them in a space together. 

-

Courage comes in the form of a death threat when a rebar goes through and through Steve's chest but it barely misses his heart and Tony loses his shit like never. 

If ever Rhodey has seen him so still, it is now by Steve's bedside smelling miraculously of both blood and antiseptic. Even Pepper couldn't get through him, in the end. 

It takes 10 days and three hours for Steve to open his eyes and the first thing he smells is sweet floral. 

Almost too much to the point that he scrunches his nose. Too much that he forgets the pulsating pain at his right temple and the tearing one in his breastbone. But he sees Tony in the mass of red, white, yellow and almost every other color in a rainbow and he understands immediately where the source of it comes from. 

"Maybe I went overboard," Tony rubs his nape, looking oddly out of place but beyond desperate. 

Steve's hand, already in his, gives a good squeeze and he feels better, marginally, but still unearthed. Like he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't help himself because he needs to and he just has to.

Steve croaks, "Just a little," and the twitch of his mouth gives more hope than a lake to a man in a desert. Tony drinks all of it like a starved man and he lets out a sigh he's been holding for ages. And the apology too, slipping through his lips into the clasp of both of their hands. 

"I'm sorry," smelling sickeningly sweeter than the rose which came with Steve's 'I love you' eight months ago and it makes Tony wince. 

Steve's silent through it. Through another hour Tony spends rambling over nothing and everything because Steve hasn't said anything and even then, even when Tony leaves, closing the door behind him, Steve doesn't say a single word. 

-

"Maybe you're wrong," Tony wants to tell him. It's the only reason why he climbs out of his workshop at 3 in the morning because that's when their resident Robocop comes out for late night munchies. 

And he almost says those words because that pair of shoulders are familiar as well as the black hoodie draped over them, except the owner of that body turns and Tony stops dead in his tract, breath caught in his chest because that is not Bucky Barnes but Steve Rogers. 

And then he turns 180 and bolts out of the kitchen.

-

Once upon a time, the only person who'd dare to call him coward to his face would have been Rhodey. But now he's got like 10 of him and everywhere he turns, he seems to run into one of them. 

"What are you running from?" Bruce asks him one day and Tony almost tells him. Almost. Cause it's Bruce and he would never judge but that is about it. 

Something about all of this with Steve makes Tony feel like he should be judged. Bound to a stake and forced to face his judgement day because that's what he deserves for breaking Steve's heart. 

So he opens his mouth, and he closes and he shakes his head and pretends Bruce never asked him a thing at all. 

-

And then Steve walks into his shop - Jarvis, that bloody traitor - and Tony is so shocked about this turn of event that he misses the close proximity Steve puts himself to Tony when he asks roughly, "Did you forget I almost got killed?"

When Tony shakes his head mutedly, he asks, "Then you don't care to see if I recover. Is that it?"

Aghast, Tony opens his mouth to protest but Steve doesn't let him. 

"You spent days sitting and mourning by my bed when I was unconscious and you bought so many flowers as if you wanted to bury me in them. Did you want to bury me in them? Is that why you're running away from me now that I'm back alive?"

And that hurts because, "How dare you?" Tony whispers, breath lost in boiling blood and he blinks back hot tears, looking up at the man he loves. 

Those hardened blue eyes melt and they shine with tears when Steve cups his face and demands, "Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Honestly? Cause I think you hate me," and there it is. The ringing truth which Tony didn't know existed until it comes tumbling out of his mouth and his throat pains when he tries to swallow a building lump cause it hurts to look at Steve when he looks like he's been cut by a thousand knives. 

So he tries to turn away but Steve pulls him into a bone-crushing hug and hisses into the crown of his head, a remarkably unfamiliar word to ever be directed at Tony Stark. 

"Idiot."

[kyber-crystal]

Baby Fever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2.4k

Summary: Sometimes, all you need to work up your courage is a little push. And Steve receives just that. When the two of you go to babysit Morgan, he gets a little sneak peek into what a future with you could be like - and he doesn`’t want to let that thought go.

Warnings: this sucks lol, but it’s just a bunch of fluff

A/N: so a lot of my oneshots are about getting INTO relationships instead of being in one prior, but I just couldn’t resist this trope ugh. I CANT RESIST DAD! STEVE UGHHH. also i decided to start making moodboards, inspired by @marvelsswansong teehee. dedicating this to @rynhaswritersblock​ , who recently joined tumblr! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU 

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“Are you guys sure about this?” Pepper looked back and forth between you and Steve as she packed up the last of her things, rolling the suitcases to the front door. "She's a lot to handle...and I know you guys already have a lot on your plate and all.."

"I'm sure," you gave her a reassuring smile, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "We're going to have fun, right, Morgan?"

"Yeah!" the little Stark giggled, raising her arms in the air, "We're gonna have so much fun together!"

"We'll be back by tomorrow night," Tony informed you, leaning down to kiss Morgan's forehead, "Bye, sweetheart. Make sure to behave for them, okay?"

"Okay!"

"I can't thank you guys enough," Pepper stated. "It's been forever since we were last able to get a break like this."

"You deserve it," you nodded, "now go! Shoo! Don't worry and just relax! That's the whole point of you going on this trip."

"Alright, alright," she chuckled, "see you soon, then!"

As soon as the door closed behind them, Morgan immediately jumped up into your arms. "Let's go play!"

"What do you want to do?" you asked.

"A tea party!"

"Well..." Steve looked down at his watch, "it's getting close to lunchtime, so how about we have something to eat first, and then we'll play, okay?"

"Yay!"

While you kept Morgan busy, Steve got set to making a simple lunch of grilled cheese for you all to eat. When he brought the plates to the living room, he saw saw you sitting in between Morgan's legs as she was plopped down on the couch, pulling your hair up into a high bun.

"Now, what's this?" Steve raised an eyebrow as he set down the food on the coffee table, ruffling Morgan's hair. "Did you bother her?"

"She didn't," you laughed lightly, "don't worry."

"Do you like it?" Morgan giggled. "I think she looks super pretty!"

"I approve," Steve nodded, giving the little girl a thumbs-up.

"So, Morgan," you cleared your throat, "Who's your favorite Avenger?"

"Daddy is!"

"Besides your dad."

"You!"

“And why is that?”

“Because you can shoot lasers out of your eyes and control the weather! And that’s really really cool!”

“I think you just hurt Steve’s feelings,” you reminded her.

“He’s my second favorite!”

“Really, kiddo?” Steve raised a brow, “after all I’ve done for you? Who took you out to ice cream after your dance recital? Who let you have dessert before dinner when your dad was too busy working? Who let you go sledding with their shield?”

“But Y/N is the cool auntie!”

"See that, Cap? She likes me more than you," you smirked, nudging Steve in the shoulder. "I'm her favorite."

Steve scoffed. “I’m right behind you. I’m her second favorite.”

"I'm better than you are, though."

After you were all done eating, Morgan grabbed Steve’s hand, then motioned for you to all follow her upstairs to her room. Within five minutes you were all dressed up with feathery boas, colorful scarves, bejeweled sunglasses, and bright pink birthday hats.

"You look ridiculous," you snorted as you adjusted Steve’s fuchsia feather boa and sunglasses. "I could just take a picture of you right now and store it for future blackmail use."

"Don't you dare," he warned.

Too late. You already had your phone out and he blinked in surprise as the flash went off. You giggled as you saw the surprise evident in his face.

"Ooh! Let's take a group selfie!" Morgan jumped up and down. Steve let out a sigh but as soon as he saw the eager look in her eyes he couldn't resist. You crowded together as you quickly took the group picture, making funny faces because she insisted on doing so.

Pepper was right in saying Morgan was a lot to handle. If being an Avenger was the most difficult thing to do, this had to be the second hardest job to take. By the time dinner rolled around, you were tired out of your mind from running around the backyard throwing a Frisbee back and forth, commentating on Barbie movies together, cartwheeling through the halls, climbing trees, and her undoing and redoing your hair.

"Why don't you take a break. I'll get dinner ready," Steve offered. "You need to rest."

"But St-" you began.

"It's fine," he waved you both off, "you deserve it."

"Thank you," you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air. As soon as you flopped down onto the couch, you drifted off.

“Auntie Y/N? Where are...oh!” Morgan hopped over and peered over the sofa, seeing that you were fast asleep. She picked up the blanket that had been strewn aside from earlier, and carefully pulled it over your body, before patting your forehead and skipping off to the kitchen to find Steve.

“Uncle Steve!” She tugged on the super-soldier’s pant leg, and he looked down from where he was chopping up cilantro at the counter. The heavenly smell of Italian spice blends began filling the air. “What are you making?”

“Garlic tomato basil chicken,” he responded with a soft smile as he set his knife down and washed his hands, crouching down to her eye level. “It’s almost ready. Is Y/N still asleep?”

“Uh huh.”

“Why don’t you wake her up for me, while I go set the table. Sounds good?”

“Yup!”

"Y/N, WAKE UP!" she began jumping up and down wildly. "Wake up wake up wake up wake up!"

You groaned and stirred awake, rubbing your eyes as you stood up. "Who woke me u- oh, hey!"

"Were you tired?"

"Yes, Morgan, very," you gave her a tired smile, "so I took a nap. Are you not tired?"

"Nope!"

“Alright,” you exhaled, picking her up. “Let’s go eat!” She instantly rested her head against your shoulder.

Steve watched you pick Morgan up and spin her around as she let out a squeal - and felt a rush of pride wash over him in seeing you being so playful with the little girl. You'd make an excellent parent to his future child, he thought to himself. All you needed now was a ring around your finger. 

He felt his heart race at the thought - since when did he start feeling this way about you?

"Dinner's ready!"

"Uncle Steve, are you one of those chef guys on TV?" Morgan's eyes widened in awe as she slid into her seat, looking down at her plate. "This looks super cool! How did you do this?"

"No, I'm not," Steve laughed, "This just takes a lot of practice."

For the majority of dinner, Morgan retold little memories along the lines of 'Remember when that one time you came over for Daddy’s birthday and then Uncle Steve came too and I went sledding with his shield? That was so fun!" 

The five year-old was definitely talkative, but nobody minded at all. She was too adorable that it didn't matter how chatty she was - even you, the tough, seemingly coldhearted Agent Y/N had warmed up to her.

After a long, jam-packed day, Morgan was completely knocked out, splayed out across the couch clutching her favorite stuffed duck. You quietly crept towards her and picked her up, carrying her upstairs to her room and gently laying her down in bed.

You lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching as her brown hair fell around her face like a little halo, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. A small smile found its way onto your face as you stood there.

Suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

"Hey," Steve exhaled, resting his chin on top of your head. You could feel his warm breath against your neck as he spoke. "What're you standing here for?"

"Hmmm...just watching, making sure she's alright..." you hummed, placing your hands over his as he gently rocked you both from side to side. "Uh...what time is it?"

"10:30."

"Wow. Who knew she could tire you out so quickly," you let out a yawn. "I normally don't go to bed until 1 or 2, or at all for that matter."

"You should get ready for bed, too," he suggested, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Come on. You’re sharing the guest room with me, if you don’t mind."

"Sounds good," you yawned again as he released you from his hold, closing the door before turning around and following him down the hall.

You were too worn out to change or wash up, crawling underneath the covers and pulling them up to your chin. Steve slid into bed besides you, and within minutes you were both fast asleep.

"Yeah!" Morgan squealed, jumping up and down on the mattress. "Auntie Y/N! Uncle Steve! Stop cuddling and get up because it's time to eat!"

The two of you slowly stirred awake, then when you realized the compromising position you were in you quickly pulled apart, sitting up as you rubbed your eyes and ducked your heads slightly to hide the blush on your faces.

"Are you guys dating?"

"No, we're not!" you and Steve replied in unison. 

"Uh huh."

Much to Morgan's delight, you ended up eating Mickey Mouse-shaped pancakes for breakfast. Afterwards you took to playing Frisbee and several other games outside for a couple hours before heading back in and bingeing several episodes of Sofia the First while eating macaroni. 

Though sometimes when you glanced over at Morgan laughing and enjoying herself throughout the day, you felt a pang in your chest. You'd missed out on so many years with your parents - your early graduation from Penn State, being promoted to commander of SHIELD’s strike team at just 21, becoming an Avenger - only being able to experience a fraction of your life with them before their lives were unfairly cut short.

"Are you okay?" Steve glanced at you worriedly, placing a hand on top of yours.

"Yeah...I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Come on...what's up? Just tell me," he pleaded. "I don't like seeing you sad. It makes me sad, too."

You bit your lower lip, squeezing your eyes shut. "I miss Mom and Dad...seeing Morgan reminded me so much of what I was like as a kid...the memories came flooding back. It’s been so long since then, but..."

"I know. I miss my Ma and Dad, too," he sighed. "I know it hurts, but...don't worry. Time heals all wounds. You’ll be alright."

You lifted your head from where it was resting on his shoulder, smiling slightly at him. "You know, I think that's the wisest thing I've heard you say. Not Captain America hasn’t said a lot of wise things, though."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm happy to help...you know I'm always here for you, right?"

"Mhm. I love you."

"I love you too."

When Tony and Pepper arrived the next day, they saw all of you sprawled out across the living room, cuddled up together amidst fluffy blankets and pillows. You were clinging to Steve like a koala, while Morgan was using his arm as a pillow as she hugged her stuffed duck close to her chest.

"They must've been exhausted," Pepper chuckled, resting a hand on her husband's shoulder.

"They're completely knocked out."

Morgan was the first to wake up. "Daddy!" she giggled, rushing forward and jumping into Tony's arms. "You're back!"

"Hi there," he ruffled her hair, "how did you like spending time with them?"

"It was awesome! They were the best!"

Tony's expression immediately softened as he glanced over at the still-dozing you and Steve. "I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. Now. Let's wake them all up so they can head back to the compound."

"Hey, Cap? It's time to head home," Pepper gently shook Steve awake. He stirred slightly before sitting up, blinking several times in confusion before he saw her in front of him. "Hey."

"Oh, hi, Pepper..."

"It looks like Y/N isn't about to wake up anytime soon, though..." her brows furrowed together in concern. "She must've done a lot, huh."

"Yeah...she did..."

You stirred awake, sitting up and yawning loudly. “Oh. Tony, Pep...hey! Did I...”

“You knocked out completely,” Steve laughed. “I’ll drive. I know you’re tired.”

"Thanks,” you yawned again, placing a hand over your mouth. “I owe you.”

“No worries.”

He nodded, carefully scooping you up into his arms as Bucky woke up.

"Alright...let's get going. And Tony...it was great seeing you again."

"Likewise, Rogers. We still up for Barbados next month?"

"Definitely."

After a last round of goodbyes, you were on your way back to the Avengers HQs, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window as Steve drove.

"So,” he exhaled, adjusting his grip on the wheel, “you did good over there, putting up with her. She was a lot to deal with.”

“But we had fun, didn’t we?” you turned your head to the side, giving him a soft smile. “I now have a dozen new perfect blackmail photos of you to bring back with me.”

Steve just laughed and shook his head, “I have some of you too, you know.”

“Are you serious.”

"It’s nothing bad, you just fell asleep and I took a picture. You looked cute, if anything.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “Oh.”

“You’re really good with kids, Y/N.”

“...Thanks. You are, too...Morgan loves you.”

“I’d think you’d be an amazing mother to my child someday.” The words came out so swiftly, so smoothly that he didn’t realize what he’d said until he saw your reaction.

You froze in shock. “What did you...what did you just say?”

“When can we have kids?”

“Did I just...hear you correctly...”

“But if you’re not ready to start a relationship, then I understand...I’m in it if you are. When I saw you playing with Morgan...it was like getting a little glimpse to what life with you would be like in the future, of starting a family together...and I don’t want to let go of that idea.  I can't imagine doing that with anyone else other than you."

"What's with the...sudden...confession?" you spluttered, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

“I love you,” he said softly, gazing at you out of the corner of his eye, “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it seems early for me to be saying something like this but I couldn’t be more confident in my answer. And if you’re willing to let me in, then...I’d be more than happy to become that ideal man you’ve always wanted to have.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

[pseudonympls]

Something To Take The Edge Off: Chapter Two

For warnings and A/N please see the Masterpost

You smelled food before you even opened your eyes, something sweet, pancakes, was it?

Your eyes slowly opened and took in their surroundings, hm, a boy bedroom, you rolled over, without a boy in it?

You pulled a pillow close to your face and breathed in the smell, before realising what you were doing and quickly pushed it away. Smacking your lips you threw back the covers, and slowly started to locate your clothes from across the expanse of the room. Your knickers were by the foot of the bed, your bra under a pillow, and your dress somehow draped over a keyboard propped up on its end by the door. 

You glanced into a mirror, and were surprised by how unsmudged your eye makeup seemed to be, you shot yourself an impressed look before your eyes descended on your neck.

Dark purple and blue splotches made their way all the way down your neck, even some reaching as far as your collarbone, your fingertips lightly traced along them, it was difficult to tell what was love bite and what was bruise, they seemed to blend into each other. 

You breathed out, preparing to make a swift exit, grabbing the door handle and pulling it open, and heading out into the kitchen.

“Oh hey, I did wonder when you were going to surface” he turned around, spatula in hand, a small pile of pancakes on the kitchen island, two plates, and two cups of coffee.

“Yeah, um” your eyes drifted from him to the neatly laid out breakfast on the counter top, back to him again “Look, I don’t wanna make this weird, thank you for going to the effort, but we said this was just gonna be a...physical thing?” you tried to be as gentle as you could before he interjected

“Uh, yeah I remember” he raised his eyebrows “But just because we’re having sex means you don’t have to eat? - I don’t think so” he smiled, picking up his coffee and taking a sip.

You looked down at the pancakes, they were steaming slightly, come to think of it, you were starving. 

“It’s alright, if you really don’t wanna eat, I don’t wanna pressure you to stay” he turned back around, focusing on the batter in the pan.

“No, no, I’ll stay” you said, just before your stomach growled, almost in approval

“Looks like your stomach agrees” he quipped, glancing around at you.

You took a seat at the counter top, grabbing the coffee and taking a deep drink from it.

You placed your almost empty coffee cup back down, before he brought the jug over and refilled it, topping up the pile of pancakes shortly after.

“Please, help yourself” he gestured, handing you the spatula as he turned around to place a few pots and pans into the sink. You watched his bum wiggle a little in his shorts as he did, and you smiled to yourself gently and shook your head.

As the pancake hit your mouth your tastebuds seemed to cheer. 

“Holy fuck” you covered your mouth with your other hand, still chewing the fluffy clouds of pancake.

“What, oh shit, are they no good? I really need to remember to taste as I go along” he scolded himself, searching your face.

 You chewed a couple more times and swallowed, before saying “No, Bo, these are….really fucking good!” His face lit up as he sat next to you, piled his plate high and began to eat 

“Yeah, you’re right, these are fucking amazing” he looks over at you with a mouthful, a smile pulling at the corners of his full mouth.

“So, what have you got planned for the rest of the day?” you asked between mouthfuls.

 “Well,” he started, taking a sip of his coffee “I’ve got a meeting with my agent at four, and then I’m gonna do a few hours of writing, workshopping my stuff, seeing what works” he smiled, “what about you?” 

A pit formed in your stomach when he mentioned writing, any mere mention of the word made your mind spiral, guilt tripping yourself as to why you hadn’t written anything in weeks, shit, had it really been that long? You were losing it.

“Err, I dunno, it’s my day off from that hole of a place I call work, so I should probably do something productive, like, I dunno, find another job” you looked back down at your pancakes, suddenly not hungry.

“Hey, I dunno, you were on fire there last night, I saw you, running around, taking orders, humouring obese old men, spilling drinks on me…” he trailed off, elbowing you slightly with a smile. 

You let a small one creep across your face as you remembered. 

“Yeah….” you sighed, before dread poured over you like ice water being dropped on your head, suddenly realising you ALSO had a meeting this afternoon, your agent wanted to go over the pages you submitted last week, precious few they were, you couldn’t afford to lose the fragile hold you had on him. 

“Fuck” you shouted, looking around for your bag, looking at the oven clock, that said it was 1.30 in the afternoon, your meeting was at 2.00.

“Fuck!!” you reiterated, spotting your bag on the couch by the door.

“What, what is it?!” Bo said, freaking out at your freaking out 

“I have got shit to do, I’ve got a meeting with my publisher, I mean, agent” you almost screamed at him, leaping over to the couch to check your phone.

“Publisher? You’re a writer?” he said with raised eyebrows and a slight smile

“YEah, or, I won’t be anymore if I don’t make it to that meeting” you say, looking around the apartment for your shoes.

“Hold up, where is the meeting?” he said calmly, rising to his feet, you at this point were already on the floor, pulling your boots on as fast as you could muster, looking up at him from the floor, he towered over you, how did you forget he was so tall?

“It’s at the Adelphi building,” you started,

“On Province street” 

You both said in unison.

“Yeah, I know the Adelphi, I’ll drive you, it’s not far” he said, holding out his hand to pull you up from the floor

“Are, are, you sure?” you asked him, he furrowed his brow and shrugged his shoulders, “It’s no problem, my meeting’s not till 4.00 anyway” 

“So, you can stop freaking out, and give me your number instead” he said, taking his phone off the side

Your heart skipped a beat, and you began to say “Yeah….as long as we’re still on the same page about things here?” you asked, your eyebrows raised

“Oh totally, yeah, I’m working on a movie right now I can’t afford to get emotionally attached to someone like that, but…”  he trailed off, placing his hand against the wall behind you 

“ if you had a good a time as me last night….and I think you did” he chuckled darkly to himself, looking into your eyes “I think we’d both be fucking stupid to let something like that get away from us, if you know what I mean” he smacked his lips together, waiting for your answer. 

Only having had incredible sex a few hours ago with this man, it was still stifling to have him this close to you, leaning over you almost, the look coming from his eyes was absolutely smouldering. You had to mentally shake yourself to stop devouring him with your eyes.

“As friends?” you asked, double checking for clarification “Oh hell yeah, friends that fuck and have a fucking amazing time” he took his hand away from the wall, folding his arms against his sweater clad chest, and taking a deep breath, you tilted your head to the side for one moment, let an exhale escape your nose and extended your right hand out and said

 “To friends, who fuck” you said it with such conviction that he laughed a little, before gripping your hand in his, and shaking it vigorously, “To friends who fuck” he repeated.

“Right, let’s get you to that meeting” he walked off quickly into the bedroom to retrieve his trousers, leaving you slightly dumbfounded at what you’d just agreed to.

You’d never had friends with benefits before, but with both of your hectic lives and fucking incredible chemistry, maybe this could work for you two. 

You glanced in the mirror before you left, seeing the dark marks on your neck from last night. “Ahh shit” you whispered, popping your head into the bedroom doorway, you said “Look um, do you have anything I could wear to cover this monstrosity?” you pointed to your neck, black and blue from his handiwork, the side of your mouth in a slight smirk.

“Oh fuck... yeah, haha” he bit back a smile as he rumaged in a drawer for a moment before he pulled out a velvet black scarf, “Here you go,” he brought it over to you and wrapped it around your neck loosely a couple of times, his fingers accidentally brushing against the flesh on your skin, that quickly turned to gooseflesh at the touch.

He took a step back from you and said “huh, kinda suits you as well” he smiled, one dimple in his face standing out more than the other.

“Where do you even have this kind of thing from?” you asked, puzzled. 

“Oh, yeah, I used to be big into my magic tricks, it’s sort of a vestige from those times” he said, turning around, looking for his shoes. You suddenly couldn’t get the image out of your mind of him pulling a rabbit out of a hat, you chuckled to yourself lightly as the thought played out in your head.

Hopping into Bo’s car, he turned on the AC and radio so you could cool down before your meeting, flicking through a few radio stations, “Owner of a Lonely Heart” by Yes started out the speakers “Oh yeah!” he said furrowing his brow as he turned the volume up, starting the car.

“Actually they’re called yes” you said, hoping he would get the joke “Haha, YES, I know” he replied glancing over at you with a small smile. 

……..

Not fifteen minutes later you were sitting in the waiting room, waiting to be called forward. Your hands fiddling in your lap, cold and clammy as you anxiously awaited your meeting. You heard your name being called out, you stood up, cleared your throat and walked into Trent’s office. 

Trent was an ageing millennial, in his early forties, although he looked older, “years of drinking and a pesky coke addiction will do that, to ya” he would say, now five years clean, although you weren’t always sold on that.

He gestured for you to sit down, and you did. He said your name, “Well, look, we are really pleased with these pages you’re giving us, we just need...more!” He held both of his hands in front of him, before pulling them out from each other to make his point more apparent. 

You took a sharp breath in, you knew you weren’t writing not nearly enough, depth OR volume, you wondered if you’d wasted Trent’s time today, bothering coming here at all.

“We need a bit more grittiness from you, the narrative of a sweet british” 

“English” you corrected him,

 “right, English, girl, coming to America, running into all sorts of obstacles, in her professional and...personal...life” he added eyebrows raised, “Sure is tasty, we just need more, we need more details, for example, the last year I’ve not read anything you’ve written about your sex life, people can relate to that shit” he said, patting his hand on the desk “Just if you’re out there doing someone, we wanna hear about it, make it, you know, edgy sounding” he added crinkling his nose.

Well, you thought to yourself, the reason you hadn’t written anything about your sex life in the past year, was because you didn’t think that you, alone, on a Tuesday night, in your button down Care Bear’s PJ’s having a date with Mr Vibrator after watching “Interview with A Vampire”, was all that interesting, but you guess, you could just make some stuff up, or if this arrangement with Bo started to become a thing….your mind drifted to the events of last night, before you were brought back to the room as Trent loudly cleared his throat.

“Think of this as homework…” he raised his eyebrows. He was seriously giving you the homework of having more sex?

“Uh, yeah, Trent, I’ll be sure to write about more stuff like that” you conceded, nodding.

“Excellent, good to hear it” he clasped his hands together on the desk, before saying “Well, I sure have got a lot of meetings today, so off you go, flex those fingers of yours, if you know what I mean!” he winked, before turning back to his computer.

“Sure, t...thanks, Trent” you said as you left his office. 

So, to write more about more sex, all you had to do was have some more, easy, you thought sarcastically. 

Later on, you arrived home, thankful at the prospect of taking the scarf off your neck, it did suit you, but it absolutely did not suit the L.A heat, you thought you were going to pass out at one point.

Your flatmate, Irene, came out of her room, hearing you in the flat. “Hey! Where were you last night? I would have been worried sick! If Dennis wasn’t here….” she trailed off, ah yes, she was too busy fucking her boyfriend to wonder if her flat mate was missing, classic Irene.

“Uh, I was working late at the club, and then, I sort of...met a guy” you said, tossing your bag and scarf down on the couch.

“Oh fuck, was that a guy, or an animal, girl, he ate your neck up good!” Irene came closer to you, squinting at your neck with bared teeth “That looks like it’s gonna be painful” she added.

“Mmm, it was worth it” you smirked

 “Shit that’s right, it’s been a year for you without the ‘ol P in the V!” she held her hand up for you to high five, which you did, lacklusterly. 

“So how was it?” she asked eagerly, “Well, it was different...” you started, Irene nodded, wanting to hear more.

“Actually, you know, Trent said I should be writing about this, my memoirs need a bit of pep, I guess, so, let me write about them, in scrupulous detail, and you can read them” you said.

“Ugh, I have to wait?” Irene moaned sarcastically “Well, girl, if it gets you writing again, it’s probably gonna be worth the read” You nodded to her as you headed into your room to write down the events of last night while it was still fresh, you didn’t want those memories decaying any time soon, for more than just literary purposes. 

A few hours later, you picked up your cup of tea next to your laptop, your fingers ached slightly, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d written for so long, they’d get used to it as you got back into the rhythm of writing every day, hopefully.

You crawled into bed, mentally preparing yourself for another evening working at the club tomorrow. A great plan sounded like:  get a good night's sleep, wake up around eleven, write for a solid four hours, then head off to work for the evening. 

You shifted in the bed, something was uncomfortable, but you couldn’t quite place what. You felt a strange sensation between your legs, your hand moved down your pyjama shorts, finding an astounding patch of wetness there. You gasped slightly, you’d spent hours writing about what happened with Bo yesterday, you went into pretty explicit detail as you went through the motions in your head, you’d been thinking so matter-of-factly about yesterday that you’d almost forgotten how turned on the whole ordeal had made you, just ruminating about it all afternoon had had the exact same effect. 

Why not make the most of it, you thought? You pressed play on the recording of last night you had in your head, focusing on the small details of him: the way he held your hands above your head, slammed his fingers into you, watching his face in deep concentration as he fucked you, the way his hair moved around his face, his fingertips pressing into the sides of your throat, the bittersweet moment he withdrew his fingers from you for forgetting to say “Sir” - with all these thoughts swirling around your head it wasn’t long before you brought yourself to an inevitable climax, your legs shaking.

 It was a cheap imitation, you thought, scratched an itch for now, but you bit your lip, you knew that you couldn’t possibly go too much longer without the real deal, your body positively ached for it, you thought as you drifted into an incredibly relaxed dream-like state.

You hadn’t slept this well in years. 

[istoleyoursnacks]

Brunch Time!

I’m posting this on a Saturday night, but it doesn’t matter! Any day is great for brunch, but Sunday brunch is the best, right? Whether you're making the yummy foodies to wake up both yourself and your family (or just yourself like me!), Or if you happen to treat yourself by going out for an omelette, a skillet, or even eggs and pancakes! But a good homemade breakfast/brunch hash is a great way to get everyone out of bed and around the table!

I have a basic hash recipe for you that involves a heaping cup of love. For first time cookers, it's a great thing to get under your belt, and once you feel you've mastered the few ingredients in your pan, you can start adding things, taking them out, and really play around with hash. My hashes are almost never the same (unless I'm being kinda lazy or sick. Sometimes even just the base hash is good enough). You can find it below, as well as a variant or two! Please note that with this hash, I do not use pre-shredded potatoes. I chunk mine into bite-sized pieces!

So, for the very basic hash, I typically use:

1 russet potato OR a couple of handfuls of the small potatoes that come in the one pound bag to equal a russet. Make sure to clean your potato. No need for the extra helping of dirt. Peeling it is optional, but I typically don’t. 

Part of an onion OR one shallot. A shallot is a more subtle onion that doesn’t have that sharp taste, and definitely won’t make you cry when you cut into it! 

Peppers. Depending on what you want in there, I at least start with a green bell. You can add as many as you want after. I throw in part of a green and part of a red for color. 

Butter! They say to use olive oil to be healthier, but let’s face it: butter-fried potatoes are the BEST. Vegan friends can use a hot-temperature oil like canola.

Mushrooms. You can get them pre-sliced, or you can get button ones to slice yourself. Either way, use the stems! They’re edible!

Some kind of meat. This is optional, especially for the vegan/vegetarian friends, but I love a meat in with my hash. You can use leftover steak from the night before, ham steak, bacon, pancetta (which is an italian-style cured bacon/ham. It may be more expensive, and if you can’t tolerate a lot of salt like me, give it an extra rinse in your strainer before adding), etc.

Note here that if I say just butter, you can assume I’m saying butter/oil. :)

So! Here is how I make my hash to make sure it’s cooked all the way! Crunchy potatoes that are underdone are... well, you won’t make the same mistake twice. It has a distinctive crunch. I’ve heard that people used to eat potatoes raw once, but a: I don’t know if that’s actually true, and b: I was very young when I heard this. But anyway! Melt your butter (if you’re making it for two, use 1 Tbsp, use 2 for four people, etc) over med-high heat (my stove is electric, so if you have numbers, I use between 6 and 7. Get that pan nice and hot!). While the butter melts, chunk up your potato(es) to bite sized pieces or smaller if you want, then add to the pan when you start hearing a nice sizzle from the butter/oil. Give the potatoes a nice stir to coat with the butter, then let it be for a minute or two while you slice and dice the onion. If you plan to use pancetta, add it with your potatoes. It needs time to render. If not, then just wait with your meat until the end. Add your onions, then give that pan a stir. Then slice and dice some peppers, then add to your pan. By this time, you should be a: smelling wonderful things from your pan, and b: start to see a nice light brown from your potatoes! Toss in those mushrooms next, then let it sit for a few minutes, stirring occasionally. Let them turn a nice brown, then add your meat that isn’t pancetta or bacon. Give it a nice warm up, and get some fry marks on there if you really want to. 

Ta da! You can serve it with a nice egg on top (I fry mine over easy to let the yolk run in there), put some cheese on if you like, crank some pepper, and make some toast!

That was the basic hash! Below are a couple of nice variants! Also, don’t be afraid to experiment with different spices. I give you some tools to help you, but I also encourage experimentation! That definitely doesn’t mean put dried basil on your tongue and see what it tastes like, or trying a teaspoon of vanilla (spoiler alert: vanilla extract is gross). But use this and then try new things/ spice combinations.

Mexican hash:

Add a poblano pepper to your pepper mix, use chorizo, tomatoes, add some chili powder, garlic powder, cumin, and then (if you really want to get fancy!) some pinto, black, or light red kidney beans! Top it off with some hot sauce, salsa, sour cream, and cilantro (but only if you like it!). If you don’t have those specific spices, taco seasoning will work as well. I personally don’t use the pre-made stuff cause it has so much salt in it. If you use chorizo, add it right away with your potatoes, and use a half amount of butter. Chorizo will release an oil when you cook it down, so it will mingle with the butter nicely and you won’t end up with a greasy mess. (hint: use your toast to help mop up that lovely oil on your plate! ;) )

Mediterranean hash:

Add some greens in there! I like using spinach to get juuuuust to the part where its wilting, but kale works here too. Use garbanzo beans (chickpeas), olives, maybe some dill or za’atar seasoning (you can find this blend in the spice aisle of your grocery store. It’s a blend of sumac, oregano, thyme, and sometimes marjoram. If you can, give it a whiff at the store. It’s a very lovely smell.) Tomatoes would go well in here too. Top with feta cheese!

If you make something else and love it, share it with me! I’d love to hear about what you came up with! Also thank you very much for letting me share these with you. Happy brunching!

-Snacks

[ditch-witches]

Fairy Wings (George MacKay Smut)

requested: yes/no (send us some requests!)

pairing: dad!George MacKay x reader

warnings: smut, swearing, fluff

word count: 2,539

a/n: So this took a village to put together. Let us know what you think! :)

Your feet felt heavy as you climbed up your front porch. Lazily popping open the screen door and fiddling for your keys, you almost missed the sweet sound of giggling from inside your house. You furrowed your brows as a smile crept across your face. You listened for a moment longer as your heart swelled with the light laughter of your two daughters, no doubt having roped your husband, George, into some terrible mess of pink and glitter.

You quietly swung open the door, careful not to alert the small party in the kitchen. The soft, cooing voice George reserved for the girls hung in the air as you kicked off your shoes and leaned against the threshold of the kitchen hallway. They had yet to notice you, engrossed in their own tactics of coloring books and mini-teacups. You couldn't help but grin at the sight of your six-foot husband hunched over the table, applying glitter glue to a picture of a pig while wearing fairy wings and purple eyeshadow. Eden sat in a chair on her knees beside him, critiquing his technique for the minor errors he was committing --- something he had always said was one of your attributes.

Florence watched her sister closely, mimicking how Eden held her teacup and the way she talked with her chin raised. George giggled as Eden sighed exasperatedly and put down her cup. "Stop that. I'll do it." George propped his chin in his hand and that's when his eyes landed on you. His smile grew at the sight of your amused face as you spectated. And that's when Florence noticed you and stumbled from her chair to give you a tight squeeze. You pulled her up into your arms and rested her on your hip as you moved further into the kitchen, ruffling Eden's hair and leaning down to give your decorated husband a kiss.

Small talk about work and school blended over pizza and before you knew it, you were kissing your girls goodnight. As George retucked Florence into bed and pinky swore he had checked the closet for monsters twice, you felt your heart once again filled with love. How was this your life? How had you done this?

"Hey, weird idea..." you paused for a moment to gather your thoughts, chewing on your bottom lip as you crossed your arms over your chest and rocked back and forth on your feet. George's eyebrow perked in your direction. He was sprawled out on his side of the mattress (which happened to be the middle because the man strongly believed in the what's mine is yours ideology) with one arm tucked up behind his head. He looked like a Greek mythological being as the sheets draped around his waist, exposing the bare skin that peaked out between his soft t-shirt and boxers. The way his hair was just messy enough from being towel-dried only ten minutes prior, made the instinct to run your fingers through it almost unbearably uncontrollable.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer, sweetheart," he jeered with a hint of deviance in his expression. You rolled your eyes with a small grin and he chuckled, sitting up and crossing his legs. "What? What's the weird question?"

"Should we have sex?" You asked, a raise in your voice indicated your feelings on the situation.

George looked taken aback but with only a step of hesitation, blatantly stated, "Yes."

...

You tangled your body with George's like you were two puzzle pieces finally finding each other. George always took his time with you, wanting to reach every part of your body and stretch out the bliss of being alone with you as much as he could. That being said, your time together wasn't always the silver screen romance scenes advertised to young couples. It was more like a chaotic mess of giggling and fumbling around in the dark, which is exactly how you knew this time would go.

George rested his knee between your legs, shifting his weight so he was fully pressed against you. His hand squeezed at your hip and ran along your side and grasp at your breast and then return and repeat as his other held him up, settled under one of your shoulders. His lips pressed against yours with almost surgical precision, his warm breath cascaded across your cheek and the smell of clean laundry and the cool-toned shampoo he had complained of almost running out of that morning muddled your senses. He hummed against your lips as your fingers found their way into his locks.

He carefully broke the kiss, his lips moved then to settle on his favorite corner of your mouth... your cheek... your jaw... and finally resting against your neck. With open-mouthed, painfully slow kisses, George nibbled at your skin and you giggled. "What? Why are you laughing?" He asked, not stopping what he was doing. His colder breath against the wetness of your skin sent goosebumps running across your body.

"That tickles, G," you giggle again and you can feel him smile. He sits back off of you momentarily to pull his shirt over his head, exposing his chest to the moonlight coming through your shitty curtains. You took his image in again. "And they say dad bods are inevitable."

He bit back a laugh before returning to his previous position. "Enjoy it while you can, love. The girls keep insisting on pancakes for breakfast." You both chuckle as he connects your lips again a few more times before helping to pull your shirt off. The thin fabric of George's boxers seemed inordinately thick and George began to run his hands beneath your shorts and grasp at your butt, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and began to wiggle beneath him, needing some amount of friction as your pleasure began to build. "Stop that. You'll get me off too early," he almost growled in your ear, pushing his knee harder against where you wanted him the most. He pressed his lips onto yours again.

You let out a small moan, his large, calloused hand covering your breast again with a slightly rough squeeze. He began to trail kisses with a hint of teeth against your collarbone before making his way down to the valley between your breasts and then your stomach, stopping above your waistline. He looked up at you with a sly expression and hooked his finger in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down your legs. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back up to you, slightly frustrated at his pace, but you knew he was going so slow on purpose. "Feisty tonight, are we?" He jested before you grabbed his chin and roughly kissed him.

"Stop being a little shit," you groaned, your kisses becoming more uneven and deeper. "Did you lock the door?"

George practically jumped off of you. "Fuck me," he murmured, walking over to the door and turning the lock.

"I'm trying," you nipped and he mirrored your mannerism in a mockingly way, causing you to raise your eyebrows as he chuckled.

"You're sexy when you're needy," he added, flopping onto the bed next to you.

You scoffed, pulling him beneath you so now he laid looking up at you from between your legs. The playful look in his eye was turning into your demise as you ground your hips against his. A moan vibrated through him at your action. You could feel him getting harder under you by the second. His hands once again found the curve of your butt as you moved against him a few more times. You were determined to give him a hickey before the night was through. The next day's PTA meeting flashed into your mind and your small plan of marking George lit a fire in you. He let out a low whine as you alternated between nibbling and sucking on a spot near his sharp collarbone and another on his chest. "Are you really this deprived?" You joked, leaning off of him. "It's only been 3 days," It was his turn to roll his eyes as he tucked one of his arms behind his head, his other hand still held tightly onto you. God, he was beautiful. You couldn't help but think of how the ladies tomorrow would dream of him being in your place instead.

"I had a hard day..." The tone of his voice was slightly uneven, his eyelids drooping in pleasure ever so slightly with every move you made.

"Oh? Busy day at court, fairy godmother?" He smirked up at you and you knew he was going to say something stupid.

"What can I say? Being a fairy godmother isn't as easy as the books make it seem." You bit your lip as the look in his eye seemed to change. While his tone was dripping with sarcasm his eyes were full of lust.

"Stop being a dick."

"Yes ma'am," he mumbled. You both move your hands to his waistband fumbling with it. He slowly lifts his hips to help slide them off. Without the fabric between the two of you, you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. George looked up at you with almost doe eyes as he positioned himself at your entrance, spitting in his hand and pumping his cock a few times. You took his other hand and interlocked your fingers while pushing your hair out of your face. He pushed into you, the two of you groaning as you adjusted to each other. He let out a deep sigh before taking part of his bottom lip between his teeth. "Fuck," he murmured lowly.

For some reason, that's what you needed. You swirled your hips, pushing yourself against him as his eyes concentrated on the sight of you above him. As you began to pick up your pace and use him as leverage, you held onto the forearm of his that was gripping onto you. His other hand fisted the sheets beside him. You pushed one of your hands into your hair to hold it back in someway and tug at the same time, but the sight of you in this action reminded George why he was so whipped for you. He moaned a few curse words, his head dipping back in bliss, causing the veins in his neck to be more prominent. You moved the hand that was holding onto your waist up to your face. You slipped his index finger into your mouth and his lips parted, eyes fully focused on your actions as your tongue swirled around his fingers.

He couldn't take it anymore. George pulled himself up, removing his hand from your grasp, only to settle it on the back of your neck. He crashed his lips into yours and pulled you flush against him, moving with you at an almost faster speed. His lips no longer cared about handling yours delicately as his kisses become sloppy and his force was less rhythmically motivated. You could feel yourself coming closer and closer to your release, which you were shocked about but entirely grateful. You disconnected the kiss only for him to dig his face into your neck. "I'm close, George," you egged on in his ear. You felt him moan against your skin. He pulled away, looking you in the eye and you knew what he wanted. "Come on. God, I love you." His chuckle was cut short with a low moan as you felt his heat inside of you. His orgasm face was the sexist expression as an easy smile was bit back with furrowed brows. He closed his eyes slightly and you shoved him back against the bed again, determined to not let him ride out his high alone. Him grabbing your hips and bouncing your hips together allowed you to plummet over the edge. Goosebumps spread across your body as a flush of literal relief burst through you. You slowed your pace now, realizing how tired you actually were. You placed a hand on George's chest to hold yourself up as you both caught his breath.

Feeling the effects of your endeavor, you collapsed next to him, gathering the strewn about blankets up around the two of you. He put his arm under your head but didn't pull you close, opting to hold onto one of your hands instead. You could feel the sweat on him, but the blissed-out look on his face was priceless. He raised a hand up and you high fived him. "We still got it," he said, his accent thick and low proving to be music to your ears. "Not that I had my doubts... but if I remember correctly, you orgasmed." You could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

"Get off your high horse, MacKay," you quipped, smacking him on the chest. He giggled at your action. After a beat of silence, you jeered, "I don't remember much effort on your end."

"It's not my fault I like seeing you in charge. Why do you think I married you? I love your natural leadership." His matter-of-fact tone made you roll your eyes again.

...

When you opened your eyes the smell of pancakes was evident. You roll out of bed and shuffle downstairs. Hearing the argument of little voices about a pink princess dress urges you to the living room to see your girls and husband sitting on the couch. Florence whined from her position on the floor as George leaned his elbows on his knees, listening to her side of the argument with a humorous expression. This was his second sexiest face. You bit your lip slightly, remembering the acts of last night. This is when something caught your eye --- a small shadow of purple just above his collarbone. You couldn't fight the satisfied grin on your face. Suddenly, your mother senses kick in and you silently curse him for not wearing a shirt in front of your daughters with such a mark.

"No, trust me. You don't want to wear it to school. You'll regret-"

Florence cut off his dulcet voice with her own statement. "Yes, you've said that."

"I think Dad knows what he's talking about... speaking from his own experience."

George looks to the doorway where you are standing and says, "Oh, look who decided to get up this morning. Long night? Breakfast is in the microwave for you...pancakes again."

Eden piped up. "You say that like you're not the one that wants them!"

George joined you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. "What's on the docket for today?"

"PTA meeting at six." You moved from under his arms and turned to face him, resting your hands on his hips.

You smiled more to yourself than him, causing him to raise his eyebrows. You raised your own eyebrow at him. "You might want a shirt for that occasion." Causing him to remember the adamant effort you made last night. He reached toward his collar bone and ran his fingers over the purple bruise.

"Oh, yeah we wouldn't want Karen to get her panties in a twist."

[lcnelyinthesky]

apartment - bokuto x reader

a/n: heyo! first little thing in a little bit because ive been writing a special little other thing wink wink. this is also my first time ever writing for bokuto so be kind pls

notes: the italicized words are the song “Apartment” by modern baseball!! all credits go to them for the inspo and the song lyrics and all of that stuff :>

warnings: mentions of nsfw stuff but nothing deep

word count: 1.2k

enjoy darlings!

You remember it all so vividly. The taste of your third beer as it slipped down your throat. The way the blaring music rang in your ears. The feeling of denim rubbing against the soft skin of your thighs. All of it. 

The first time I saw you was in your apartment

It all seemed to happen in slow motion, that one October night. The stars complimented the neon-red lights that stung in your tired eyes. Your heart beat to the thumping bass of the rap song one of your friends cued up.

I had followed my friends, single-file, through the darkness

Your entire apartment was trashed. Cups and cans and other people’s trash lined the wood floors. The pictures you had expertly hung on the walls were all slightly tilted for reasons unknown to you.

I looked your direction for excessive inspection

Among the loud noises and the flailing limbs and the drunk, slurred words, was a person you had never met before. His hair was grey and black and was spiked up in a way that made him resemble some kind of bird. His face had a smile that didn’t seem to want to fade. His hazel eyes were opened to their fullest potential as he looked at you. 

And I could not muster the courage to say a single word

You were dumbfounded in that moment. It felt like a small, fleeting one, but his confidence had other things in store. 

For a while we were playing a game that your friends bought

His hand reached out and slapped the arm of a guy next to him as he continued to stare at you. You had since broken the eye contact to take a sip of your drink, but he wasn’t giving up yet. You could only faintly hear their conversation.

But everyone cheated and no one could spell

“Akaashi!! Look!!! That’s the hottest person I've ever seen I swear! Do you know them?” He looked so happy when your eyes decided on a second glance. The energy that surrounded him was the same as a puppy. It was cute. He was cute.

You didn’t say much of anything

“No, Bokuto. You’re the one who dragged me to this party.” The other man, one with black hair and piercing blue eyes, turned around to look at you too. In a normal situation you would’ve walked away, but something felt new about this. It was welcome.

I must’ve come off annoying cause you went to bed

“I’m gonna go talk to ‘em.” The man with the spiky hair sauntered up to you. His chest was puffed out a little bit and his steps seemed longer than usual. He was excited, and it intrigued you.

I walk home with my eyes low

“Hey, I’m Bokuto. Aside from being sexy, what else do you do for a living?” The smile had yet to leave his face, and one grew on yours as he spoke. He was cute, in an overly confident but deserves it kind of way. He seemed kind and bright and happy, and maybe your life needed that.

Dreaming of conversations we’ll have tomorrow

“I’m y/n. And, thanks.” You spoke awkwardly and with a little giggle, but you weren’t uncomfortable; just not used to this sort of thing.

Your loose ends, my new friends. All the classes in high school we fell asleep in

“What’re you doing tomorrow at noon?” He was so much more confident than anyone you had ever dated, let alone anyone who was ever interested in you. He seemed so innocent in a way. It seemed like no one had ever hurt him, but would he let anyone hurt him?

But now I can hardly close my eyes

“Uh, I don’t know-” he interrupted you to tell you of his plans and to make a little date for the two of you. He told you to meet him at a nearby coffee shop and put his number in your phone. He smiled brightly at you and walked away, going back to whatever he was doing before. 

The next time I saw you was in your apartment

The next day at around three, he stood behind you as you turned the key to your apartment. His hands claimed real estate on your hips and he kissed you against the door when it was finally closed again. The temperature raised as you both got more and more into the moment, ready for more. 

Oh why do we keep ending up here on star-lit evenings?

Bokuto didn’t leave your room that night. His clothes hung off lampshades and chairs in your room, mingling with the cream paint on the walls and the memories caught in picture frames. He blended so perfectly in that space. 

I should be home sleeping, but this time you sat next to me on the couch

You woke up early the next morning to the smell of pancakes and an empty bed. Your groggy eyes were surprised by the sight in front of you, but you’d learn to cherish those moments more than anything.

I stared out the window, hands glued tight and sore

The second he saw you he walked towards you and planted a kiss on your forehead. He worked his hands into your hair and he hugged you tightly, going back to his cooking within seconds.

Praying to god knows what

“How’d you sleep, babe?” Bokuto’s morning voice was sweet and gravely. It felt like a warm hug or being in the sun for too long. It felt like home.

That you would sever what’s stuck

“Pretty good, what about you? And what possessed you to make me pancakes?” He giggled as your eyes fluttered, still not being used to being open. His head flew back as he smiled, eyes closing in joy.

With something shiny from the kitchen drawer

“I wanted them, and I wasn’t ready to leave just yet. I figured I’d treat you since you treated me last night.” Bokuto winked at the end of his sentence, making your cheeks grow hotter. You sat down at your kitchen island though, ready for the hopefully-lovely breakfast he had made.

I walk home, with my eyes low

The pancakes were a bit burnt, and you made sure to tease Bokuto about it, but you enjoyed them because he made them. It had only been one day and he had you wrapped around his finger.

Dreaming of conversations we’ll have tomorrow

You two managed to click instantly, but maybe Bokuto had that kind of connection with everybody. He was so bright and shiny and new, and the way he treated you made you feel like a star too. You were his star and he was yours. The princess to his poor, infatuated farmer boy. The Juliet to his Romeo.

Your loose ends, my new friends. All the classes in high school we fell asleep in

But maybe he clicked that quickly with everyone. Maybe he had that effect on everyone. Because now his hand held someone else's across the coffee shop table. Now he kissed someone else quickly while hastily closing the door to the brick storefront. Now he was enthralled with someone else. And now the cream colored walls of your bedroom had something missing. 

And now I can hardly close my eyes

[atths--twice]

A Quarantined Mother’s Day

Another day in quarantine might seem like all the rest, but not Mother’s Day in the Unremarkable House, as Scully soon discovers. 

I wasn’t planning to write a story this year for Mother’s Day, but Thursday morning, a story began to form and who am I to say no? I hope you enjoy this bit of family fluff. 

May 2020

Scully woke up, her eyes still closed, as she stretched, her hands under her pillow and her bare legs sliding across the cool sheets. Not bumping into Mulder’s warm body, she opened her eyes, blinking in the morning light.

Turning her head, she saw that he was definitely not in the bed. Sitting up, she stretched again and yawned, as she glanced at the baby monitor. Seeing that Faith was not in her crib, she pushed the blankets back with a curious frown.

Standing up, she opened the door and was greeted to the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Moaning slightly, her mouth watering, she heard Mulder’s voice coming from downstairs as he spoke to Faith, and she smiled.

Stepping quietly down the stairs, she stealthily walked into the living room and hid behind the small wall by the kitchen, her smile growing at the sight that greeted her.

Mulder had pulled a dining room chair to the counter, the back resting against it, as Faith stood upon it, secured in place by the baby wrap. They were mixing a bowl of something together and Bella was laying on the floor beside the chair.

“Yeah, that’s good, honey. Just a few more stirs and it should be good enough. Then we will, or I will, pour the batter on the skillet and make the pancakes for Mama. Won’t she be so surprised?” he asked, as he kissed the top of Faith’s head.

“Mama,” Faith said, suddenly lifting the whisk from the bowl.

“Whoa. Careful, love. We don’t want a huge mess everywhere,” he chuckled, catching and tapping the whisk against the side of the bowl, before placing it in the sink.

“Okay!” he said, moving the bowl and the chair closer to the stove, keeping Faith on the opposite side of it.

Watching them as he added some butter to the warm skillet and then used a measuring cup to add the batter, she was struck again, as she was almost every day, by how wonderful he was as a father. He was patient and loving, explaining things to Faith in an easy to understand manner, while also being factual and precise.

Knowing they were working on making her a surprise breakfast, Scully turned around, slipping upstairs and back into bed. She smiled as she laid down and closed her eyes, picturing them downstairs together as they prepared a surprise breakfast.

Her eyes flew open and she reached for her phone. Looking at the calendar, she saw it was Mother’s Day. Letting out a deep sigh, she shook her head with a smile. Since the quarantine, aside from Easter, it was hard to remember the dates as the days seemed to blend together.

Of course Mulder would remember, and she loved him for it.

For a brief moment, she felt that familiar heaviness in her heart as she thought of William, and so many missed mornings like this one. She closed her eyes briefly as she took a deep breath, knowing she could not dwell on the past, but look forward to the future, and be in the present.

Taking another calming breath, she prayed for his safety, wherever he was in this big world, and hoped he knew she was thinking of him.

Setting her phone down, she sighed as she closed her eyes, stretching in the bed and waiting to be woken up.

It was not long before she heard them coming up the stairs. Faith insisting on doing it herself, as she was wont to do these days. She could hear Mulder encouraging her quietly and when they got to the top, she heard her little feet walking toward the bedroom.

“Mama?” she said and patted the door. “Mama in.” She heard Mulder chuckle and the doorknob turned as she took deep breaths to pretend like she was asleep.

“Mama. Mama up,” Faith said, pulling at the blankets. “Up.”

“You’re a horrible faker,” Mulder murmured, kissing her cheek and causing her to laugh quietly. “Up my love, here we go.” He set Faith on the bed and she touched Scully’s face gently.

“Mama?” she said softly and Scully opened her eyes. Faith smiled and put her forehead against hers as Scully sighed in happiness.

Pushing the covers back, she brought Faith into her arms and held her, kissing her hair and speaking to her softly. She heard Mulder puttering around the room but did not pay him much attention. Faith had a limit of how long she would be forced to stay still and Scully was going to enjoy every second.

“Are you two cuddly gals ready to get up?” he teased and Scully laughed, giving Faith one final squeeze.

“Yes, dear,” she teased back and he chuckled softly.

She pushed the covers back again and sat up, bringing Faith with her. Looking up, she saw Mulder had her robe over his arm and a pair of socks in his hand. With a wink, he bent down and put her socks on for her. She stood up and he took Faith from her, handing her her robe. Sliding it on, she tied the belt, then pulled her hair up into a messy bun.

“Okay, let’s go!” Mulder said excitedly and she laughed as he walked out of the room.

“Me. Me do,” Faith insisted, squirming in his arms.

“Ah yes, of course.” He set her down as he stepped down a step, ready to help guide her down.

“We really need to put those gates up. Tomorrow would be good,” Scully said, as she followed behind.

“I’ll check my schedule and see if I’m available,” he replied, glancing up at her with a smirk and she laughed.

Once they were downstairs, she saw the table had been set and there was a covered plate in the middle. Scooping Faith up, Mulder growled into her neck and made loud kissing sounds as she laughed. He placed her in her chair and buckled her in, kissing the top of her head.

Scully pet Bella, telling her good morning, before she walked toward the fridge to take out some fruit for Faith. Mulder, however, was not having it and stopped her, steering her toward her chair.

“Sit down. I got this.” He pulled the chair out and she sat down, looking at Faith with a smile.

“Did you and daddy make breakfast?” she asked, stroking her hair and her soft little cheek.

“I knew you were spying on us,” he said teasingly, as he set down a bowl of strawberries.

“Spying implies I was being sneaky. I simply wanted to see what was going on when I didn’t find either of you upstairs,” she explained. “And when I figured out your plan, who was I to ruin it?” She smiled at him and he nodded with a grin.

“Forgiven. And thank you.” He kissed her cheek before he sat down and lifted the lid on the covered plate, revealing a stack of golden pancakes. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“Thank you, love,” she said with a smile, as he prepared Faith’s plate for her, and she placed a pancake on her own plate.

He cut up the pancake and added some cut up strawberries and half of a banana. Placing the plate in front of her, she picked up a piece of banana and shoved it into her mouth with a wiggle as she chewed it up.

“Do you think she’ll outgrow that?” Mulder asked with a grin. “Or do you suppose one day she’ll be on a date, wiggling with happiness over spaghetti and meatballs?”

“I think her date would find it charming, so I hope not, but I know she will,” Scully said with a laugh.

“How about we give her some syrup today? Let her taste that sugary goodness.”

“Okay, but just a little,” she agreed. “She might not like it. Let her try it first.”

He nodded and poured a little spot onto Faith’s plate. Taking her little finger, he dipped it into the syrup and then put her finger in her mouth. She bit at it and then took it out of her mouth and looked at it. Looking down at the syrup, she touched it a few times and put her finger in her mouth, the syrup stringing from the plate.

As she did it again, she looked at them and grinned, the syrup stickily traveling from her plate to her mouth as her little body wiggled happily. They both laughed and Mulder poured a small amount on her pancakes, which she ate with gusto, every bit of her seeming to become sticky.

“Well, she definitely likes it,” he said with a laugh, attempting to wash her hands and face when they were finished with their meal.

“Mulder, it’s in her hair, not to mention on her clothes. She needs a bath or she will be a horribly sticky mess all day,” she stated as she laughed and shook her head.

“Might be a good idea. I’ll take her up and wash her. Don’t touch the dishes, I’ll do them when I’m done.” He lifted Faith from her chair and gave Scully a stern look as he carried her out of the room and up the stairs.

Smiling, she rose from the table and poured another cup of coffee. Adding a splash of cream, she stepped across the room, whistling for Bella to come along. Her collar jingled as she joined her on the porch, both of them sitting down on the top step.

“You’re a good girl, Bella,” she said quietly, rubbing her ears as Bella laid down and put her head on her leg. “That feel good, girl?”

She scratched her head and ran her hand down her back, looking over at the trees Mulder had delivered last year in memory of both of their mothers. The flowers were blooming and smelled wonderful. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and breathed in the fragrance.

Bella whined out a sigh and Scully smiled as she opened her eyes and took a sip of her coffee, resting her head against the side of the porch. She sat on the steps, enjoying the peace of the morning, until she heard the screen door creak open.

Bella raised her head and stood up, giving her body a shake, her tail wagging as she walked toward the door.

“Bell. Oh, Bell,” Faith said and Scully turned around to see her standing there as Bella licked her face. Wrapping her arms around her neck, Faith laughed as she hugged her, Bella calming immediately and sitting down.

Scully stood up and placed her coffee cup on the railing. Watching the way Faith and Bella interacted, always left her shaking her head in wonderment. The relationship between them was unlike any she had ever seen and she loved it.

“Hey, love. Did you have a nice bath? You’re not sticky anymore?” She knelt down beside her as Mulder leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, holding the screen door open.

“Mama,” Faith said, turning around as she let go of Bella and stepped toward Scully.

“What do you have on?” Scully laughed and leaned back to look at the shirt she was wearing with a pair of black leggings. Shaking her head again, she looked up at Mulder, who smiled with a wink.

The shirt was sky blue and had a black microscope, a round test tube with orange liquid filled halfway and bubbles coming from the top, a magnifying glass showing a mouse wearing glasses, a test tube full of neon green liquid also bubbling out of the top, and an eye dropper with a black dot below it.

“Mulder… this is so cute… wait, oh my god.” She laughed as she looked at it closer and glanced up at him.

“You get it then?”

“Science is cool,” she chuckled, the pictures on the shirt spelling out cool with scientific objects. “It’s fantastic. You look beautiful Faith Mulder. And it’s not just a clever and cute saying… science is cool.” She pulled her close and hugged her, kissing her head, and breathing in her freshly washed scent.

“You good here?” Mulder asked as she released Faith and looked up at him. “I’ll go clean up the kitchen. Hand me your coffee cup. Do you want a refill or are you finished?”

“I’m good,” she said, handing him the cup. “You go clean up the mess you made and we’ll take it easy out here.” He laughed and nodded, stepping inside the house, leaving them alone on the porch.

Scully picked up Faith, taking her to the porch swing, moving it slowly as they sat together and she recited stories and songs to Faith. She was getting really good with the Itsy Bitsy Spider hand movements, hitting her hands together to demonstrate the spider crawling up the spout.

Lost in thought, her foot running gently across Bella’s back, and singing the song for at least the twentieth time, the screen door creaked open and they all looked up.

“Kitchen is clean, syrup has been destickified, and everything is as it should be,” he informed her as he stepped closer to them. “I think it’s time we get ready for the day, so how about we head inside?”

“Oh, did you have plans beyond breakfast?”

“Pssh… yeah. Come on, woman. It’s me.” He shook his head at her and she laughed.

“Okay, let’s get ready,” she said, standing up and setting Faith on the porch, Bella walking beside her as they went inside the house.

An hour later, they set off down the driveway. Scully carried a backpack full of picnic items and a crossbody tote that unzipped and unfolded to become a blanket, as she held onto Bella’s leash.

Mulder carried Faith in a hiking backpack baby carrier. It was something they had purchased when they knew they would be stuck inside, with only walks to break up the monotony of the day. Under the space where Faith sat, it had a storage area, and side pockets for water bottles.

They turned left out of the driveway and walked down the dirt road, heading for the hill they had been to many times. Faith babbled away inside of the carrier, wearing her Stonehenge Rocks hat, and a healthy amount of sunscreen to protect her delicate baby skin. The day was slightly overcast and cool, but the sun could still be harsh.

Mulder reached for Scully’s hand and they smiled at one another, the gravel road crunching beneath their feet. She took a deep breath and looked around, the spring day perfect for a picnic.

“Mama,” Faith said and Scully looked up, smiling at her, letting go of Mulder’s hand reaching up to rub Faith’s little one.

“My sweet girl. You ready to go see Jaf?” Faith pulled her hand back and clapped them as she kicked her feet excitedly. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughed and reached for Mulder’s hand again, as he also laughed.

Down the road, one of their neighbors was a woodworker. They had not known much about the people they lived by, but in the last few months, that had changed. Keeping their distance of course, they had stopped on a walk, and spoken to the one closest to them.

His name was Denis Turner and he was retired, but only just recently. His yard was full of things he had made and every one was more beautiful than the last. His mailbox was shaped like his actual house, even down to the little man and woman on the porch waving hello, representing him and his wife, Violet.

There were hand crafted rocking chairs on the wide porch and brightly colored bird feeders hanging from above it. The yard held various little wooden animals throughout: rabbits, squirrels, raccoons, hedgehogs, and even a fox.

In the last few months, he had begun adding larger animals and the best one by far, was a life sized giraffe.

The first time Faith saw it, she had simply stared up at it. She would not touch it, but she was entranced, even crying when they started to walk away. When they had arrived at home, they took out one of her books and showed her pictures of giraffes, which she stared at for a long time. She had insisted on sleeping with the book and called the giraffe a “jaf.”

The next time they went for a walk, she had touched it, calling it Jaf, and the name had stuck. Denis had laughed and nodded, although he had said Violet had named her Geraldine, because she “has such a friendly face, she just looks like a Geraldine.”

Now, she was the highlight of the walks when they ventured out that way. Denis was usually out in the large garage, his workshop, and he would wave and say hello as they stood looking up at Jaf, coming over to talk if he was not too busy.

If Violet knew they were there, she would come out and say hello as well. She even left them little treats in their large house shaped mailbox: a small bone for Bella, a squishy book for Faith, and homemade cookies for all of them, promising that great care had gone into baking them.

Today as they stopped to see Jaf, the garage was closed, and it seemed no one was home. As Faith petted her and said hello, Scully opened the mailbox, and saw a note.

Everything wiped and cleaned, with a smiley face beside it. Moving the note, her eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Oh, Mulder. Look at this.” She picked up a small wooden replica of Jaf and shook her head. Turning toward him, she wiped her eyes as she handed it to him.

“Oh, wow,” he said as he held it and she looked inside the mailbox again. There was a pale blue envelope with her name on it and she smiled.

Taking it out, she opened the tucked in envelope and took out the card. It was a beautiful Mother’s Day card signed by both of them, with a note added on a piece of floral stationery. Reading it silently, she shook her head, wiping at her eyes again, as she took a deep breath.

Dana, Fox, Faith and Bella,

Sorry we could not be there today, we are going to visit my mother. As well as we can anyway, as we will be keeping a safe distance.

We know how much Faith loves Jaf/Geraldine and how she looks forward to seeing her. Denis wanted her to have her own smaller version to take home with her. We have decided to call her Jafadine, merging the two names together, but we know she will also be Jaf- for the time being anyway.

We have enjoyed getting to know you all these past couple of months. When it is safe to do so, we would like to have you all over for dinner.

Until then, please enjoy the little gifts.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Violet and Denis Turner

Looking inside the mailbox, she saw there was one last item, wrapped in plain brown paper. Lifting it from the mailbox, she put the card back inside in order to unwrap the package. As the paper fell away, she gasped and let out a shaky breath.

It was a framed cross stitch of a mother holding her child in her arms as she read her a book. The baby held onto the book and the mother’s lips rested against her child’s head. It was all done in a light bluish gray, creating a faceless silhouette, which was truly beautiful in its simplicity.

“Wow,” Mulder said softly beside her and she shook her head. “That’s… wow. That’s amazing.” Scully ran her fingers across the glass and drew in a breath.

“This is beautiful. The work she put into it is wonderful. We will need to thank them. Mulder…” He put his arm around her and she put her head on his shoulder as she continued to look at the cross stitch, smiling softly as she did.

“We should leave these here for now and pick it up on the way back. Maybe they will be home and we can thank them properly.”

“And we won’t have to carry it unnecessarily. Good plan. I also don’t want to give this to Faith just yet,” he said, gesturing to the giraffe in his hands. “I’m worried she might throw it down and break it and that would be awful.”

“Good idea. Okay, we’ll leave it and pick it up as we pass by again.” She looked at Faith and saw that she was still staring at Jaf, paying no attention to them. “Faithy, say bye-bye to Jaf. Bye, Jaf.” She set the frame, giraffe, and paper inside the mailbox as they walked away, waving goodbye to the large happy giraffe.

They continued walking to the hill overlooking the area, both of them silent as Faith said Jaf over and over, waving as she strained to look behind her. Mulder took Scully’s hand and squeezed, saying nothing, but not needing to as she knew what he was thinking.

As they arrived at the top of the hill, she took off the backpack and lifted the tote across her body. Unzipping it, she laid it under the largest tree on the hill, desiring the most shade. The backpack was set on top to keep it from blowing away as Mulder took off his backpack and stood it up, unbuckling Faith and lifting her from inside.

For the next couple of hours, they threw a ball for Bella, blew bubbles for Faith, watched butterflies that were flying by, and ate their packed lunch. After they ate, Faith began to yawn and crawled into Mulder’s lap. He laid back and soon she had fallen asleep on his chest, his eyes closed as his hands rubbed her back gently.

Bella came over and laid down on his right side with a heavy sigh. Scully smiled as she watched them, the wind blowing softly, as she sat down and placed her hand over Mulder’s on Faith’s back. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. Nodding toward his left shoulder, he moved his hand off of Faith’s back and laid it on the blanket; a silent invitation to join them.

She laid down and put her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around her as he kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes and sighed, her hand on Faith’s back.

“It’s wild to think we went out to breakfast last year. Then to the farmer’s market, the park… even had the trees delivered. What a different world we live in,” he said with a sigh.

“Now. We live in a different world now,” she said quietly. “It won’t stay this way forever. Yes, things will inevitably change, but it will be for the best to keep people safe.” She shook her head as she thought of walking through the farmer’s market today the same way they had last year. It seemed like a different time.

“I know it’s just for now, Scully, but it makes me hesitant to go out, especially with a little one. We’ve been good here all this time, I don’t have a problem venturing out slowly. Who knew knowing how to live like a hermit would one day come in handy?” They both laughed softly and he kissed her head again. She took a deep breath, turning a little and nuzzling closer to him.

“Slowly is good. Better to be cautious than presumptuous.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

They stayed on the hill until Faith woke up from her nap a couple of hours later. They gave her a little snack and then packed up to head back home. Stopping at the Turner’s, who were still not home, they said hello to Jaf once more, picked up their gifts, and continued to the house.

Leaving the backpacks on the porch, they walked over to the magnolia trees, Mulder carrying a large metal watering can. Faith helped water them, reaching up to try and touch the flowers on the branches. Pulling one off, Scully handed it to her, bringing it to her nose and telling her to smell, showing her by example.

When Faith tried to do it, she blew out through her lips, sounding like a horse. They both laughed as they watched her, and Scully took out her phone to record her doing it, laughing silently behind the video.

When they were finished watering the trees, they told her again about her grandma’s, and how they would have loved her so very much. Each tree was touched lovingly before they walked toward the house, Faith carrying the flower she had been given.

Once inside, they took her upstairs for another bath, needing to wash the day away. She splashed in the water, looking up at them with a happy grin, as Scully blew bubbles at her into the tub. She giggled hysterically when they landed on her wet skin and did not pop immediately.

Taking her out of the tub, they danced around and sang to her as they dried her off and put her in pajamas, bringing her downstairs for an early dinner. Books were read on the couch, Jafadine the giraffe beside her as she looked at the pictures, pointing at the ones she knew, saying some of their names and making the sounds.

“Bell,” she said, pointing to a picture of a dog and then looking at Bella, pointing at her lying on her dog bed. “Bell… uuf. Bell… uuf.”

“Yes, my love, Bella says woof. Good job.”

They continued looking at the book and when they got to the giraffe, she picked up Jafadine and pointed to it in the book.

“Jaf.” She pointed and looked at Scully. “Jaf.”

“That’s right, it’s a gir-affe. You like your giraffe?”

“Jaf,” she answered, showing her her new giraffe. “Jaf.”

“Oh my love… I love you so much.”

They finished the last book and set it on the coffee table. Mulder picked Faith up and growled into her neck, just as he had that morning. She laughed again and held tight to Jafadine.

“I think we should head to an early bedtime for you, little miss. Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

“Me,” she said, trying to get down at the bottom of the stairs.

“Of course,” he said with a tired sigh and set her down, holding onto Jafadine. “Jesus, we created a fiercely determined and stubborn child.”

“She gets that from you.”

He turned his head and looked at her incredulously. She grinned and he shook his head with a loud exhale. Stepping past him, she walked behind Faith as she worked her way up the stairs.

“You’re just mad because you know it’s true,” she said over her shoulder and he smacked her ass lightly, causing her to laugh.

At the top of the stairs, Faith stood up and walked over to the fish tank, as they did every night. She touched the glass softly, babbling at the fish as they swam around in the tank. When she was done, her teeth were brushed and they went into her room, changed her diaper and put her down for the night, Jafadine in the bed beside her.  

Walking out of the room, they closed the door, and headed downstairs. Scully walked to the table and looked again at the gift Violet had made for her, smiling at the simple beauty of it.

“We need to stop by the Turner’s tomorrow and thank them,” she told Mulder, as he brought the dishes to the sink. He nodded with a smile and she sighed as she stared at it again.

“Oh… I think I might have left my phone upstairs by the fish tank. Would you mind getting it for me?” he asked, as he rinsed the dishes off, and placed them on the clean side.

“Sure,” she agreed and stepped over to the stairs.

Walking up them quietly, she searched around the fish tank and the bookshelf, but did not find his phone. Looking at Faith’s door, she hoped he did not accidentally leave it in there, as she was not about to disturb her as she was falling asleep.

“I didn’t see it,” she said softly, as she got to the bottom step and started to walk toward the kitchen. “Are you sure it’s not…”

Her words halted as abruptly as her steps, when she saw the dining room table. Mulder stood beside it with a grin, a large dark basket in the middle, full of multicolored tissue paper and gifts.

“What is this?” she whispered as she stepped closer and shook her head with a smile.

“The phone was a ruse to get you out of the room so I could take your gift from its hiding spot.”

“Mulder…”

She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. He rocked her gently and hummed as she sighed out a deep breath.

“I didn’t need gifts.”

“Of course you did. It’s Mother’s Day, Scully. You deserve gifts.” He rubbed her back and kissed her head. “Come on, let’s see what’s in that basket.” She laughed and pulled back, kissing him before stepping back and looking at the basket on the table.

There was bubble bath, bath oils and bath bombs. Two bags of her favorite kind of dark chocolate and a bottle of really good and expensive wine. As she set them onto the table, she smiled and thanked him for each one, but knew there had to be something “Mulderesque” somewhere in the basket.

She looked at him expectantly and he nodded to the basket with a wink. Pulling the bottom layer of tissue paper away, she laughed as she found what she was looking for. Four pairs of socks lay there and she shook her head at the designs on each of them.

One pair was a dark gold with maroon on the heel, toes and the top band. A big picture of Bob Ross’s face and his name were placed in spots on the socks.

“Mulder…” she said with a laugh as she picked them up. They had started watching Bob Ross on Netflix, mesmerized by the beautiful paintings he created.

The second pair were gray with black toes, heel, and top band. On the side was a picture of a fox, the word ZERO above it and GIVEN underneath.

“Zero Fox Given… get it?” Mulder asked proudly and she chuckled with a nod.

The third pair was light blue with white clouds. On the biggest cloud at the top of the socks, it said UP in black letters. At the bottom of the socks was a rainbow connected to a cloud. In between the rainbow was the word YOURS also written in black.

“Because I’ve heard you say that quite a few times as we watch the news,” he explained, and she gave him a look and nodded her head vigorously.

“These are perfect, I’ll wear them tomorrow.”

The last pair was gray and black like the fox ones, and had microscopes, Erlenmeyer flasks and test tubes filled with light blue liquid, brains, lightbulbs, and atoms all across them.

“Well, these socks are more like it. I love the other gifts, but these,” she said, as she picked up all the socks. “These are more of a Mulder gift and I love them. Thank you.” Holding the socks in one hand, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. Laughing as he pulled back, she shook her head with a smile.

“I’m glad you like them. All of them,” he said, gesturing to the bath items. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“Not right now, but thank you,” she answered, setting down all but the Bob Ross socks. “How about this? You open that bottle of wine, I’ll get Netflix ready, and we can watch Bob Ross and chill.”

“You know,” he said, grabbing the bottle of wine. “I think you’re using the and chill part of that phrase incorrectly.”

“No, I’m not,” she replied, turning on the television, and grabbing the remote. She sat down on the couch and put on her new socks. Sitting back, she smiled as she set them on the coffee table with a smile, and queued up the next episode.

“Yes, you are,” he argued, bringing over a glass of wine for each of them and setting the baby monitor on the coffee table, as he joined her on the couch. “And chill implies…”

“I know what it implies, Mulder.” She took a drink of her wine and looked at him, her eyes traveling down his body. “Why do you think I suggested it?”

“Oh, Scully…” he said in a low voice, clinking his glass to hers as she grinned. She pushed play and Bob Ross began to discuss his next painting. She laced her fingers with his and took another sip of her wine.

“Let’s at least enjoy one glass of this wonderful wine and then… whoa,” she exclaimed in awe. “How did he… it’s just… it’s so peaceful and relaxing. It’s exactly what we all need right now.” Mulder hummed in agreement as she put her head on his shoulder.

As they watched, quietly exclaiming over the beauty created with simple brushstrokes and a practiced hand, she thought of how it compared to the beauty she witnessed that day in the simple things: Faith’s smile, hearing Mulder laugh, the smell of the grass as they lay on the picnic blanket, and the feel of them connected as a family.

She closed her eyes with a sigh, opening them as she squeezed Mulder’s hand and he squeezed back.

“Thank you for today,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered back, his thumb rubbing softly over the top of hers, and she sighed again.

A day that could have easily blended in with all the others and been monotonous and gray, had instead been colorful and bright as they celebrated the simple beauty around them.

[heauxplesslydevoted]

As The Dust Settles (Chapter 3)

Thomas Mendez x MC

Warning: NSFW. And enjoy this chapter. Shit’s gonna be getting intense.

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At 12 weeks pregnant and officially in her second trimester, Marissa is finally starting to feel like herself again. The extreme morning sickness is gone and she can hold down more than water and peppermints, her energy is back, and curl into the fetal position for the rest of eternity is a thing of the past.

And she wants to do something about it. It’s Saturday, and to commemorate the moment, Marissa decides to cook a huge breakfast with all of the girls’ favorite foods.

The smell of bacon is what wakes Thomas up. He wanders sleepily through the halls of his home until he reaches the kitchen and sees Marissa whisking something in a bowl. “Good morning, Betty Crocker.”

“Morning, handsome.”

He reaches his wife in a few strides and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “How are you feeling today?”

“Great,” Marissa says in earnest. “It’s a complete 180 from the past few weeks.”

“The little one isn’t giving you any trouble?” Thomas asks. His hand slips under her shirt and he strokes the smooth expanse of her stomach with his thumb.

“They’re being a perfect angel. Which is why I’ve decided to seize the day and be proactive. I’m making this huge breakfast so we can tell the girls.”

He appraises the spread in front of him. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, and fresh fruit are all laid out on their kitchen island.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“They’ll be excited, right?” She asks, shifting her weight from one side to the other. They’re all still trying to navigate this blended family situation, and she desperately wants them to be excited.

“Of course they will.”

“I just don’t want them to feel left out.”

“They won’t. They’re just as much a part of this as we are, and we’ll make that known.”

Marissa breathes deeply. “Sorry, you’re right.”

Thomas takes the bowl of pancake mix out of Marissa’s hands and places it on the counter. “Why don’t I take over? You can sit down for a few minutes and give yourself a break.”

“Thank you.”

A few minutes later, the girls are up and everyone is gathered around the island, grabbing food.

“What’s all this for?” Luz asks, loading her plate with strips of bacon.

“I just wanted to cook something special for you guys,” Marissa says with a shrug. “Thomas and I have something we want to tell you.”

“Are we getting a puppy?” Ivy guesses, excitedly.

“No. I think the goldfish is enough for now.” Ivy’s smile falters a bit at the lack of a new pet.

“Are we moving?”

“No.”

Ivy and Luz share a look, communicating telepathically on what this surprise could possibly be. After a while, they shrug. “We give up.”

Thomas squeezes Marissa’s hand under the table, the quick show of affection calming her tremendously.

“Girls, we’re having another baby.”

Thomas and Marissa aren’t prepared for the squeals and screams of excitement. The girls rush her, leaping out of their seats and wrapping her in tight hugs.

“We get to be big sisters?”

“Yup.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“When will the baby be here?”

“We don’t know if the baby is a boy or a girl yet,” Marissa answers. “We find out in a few weeks. And the baby will be here in 6 months, right before Thanksgiving.”

“That’s so far away,” Ivy says with a pout.

“It’ll be here before you know it.”

“I can’t wait.” Luz burrows deeper into Marissa’s side. “I hope it’s another girl, so we can have a baby sister. And I can teach her how to play soccer.”

“And I can tell her about all of the different galaxies in the universe,” Ivy adds.

Marissa glances at Thomas and releases a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. She’s so relieved she can hardly stand it. Thomas kisses the top of her head before moving to her temple. 

“All of the galaxies?” Marissa repeats with a teasing smirk. “You’ll be busy.”

“We have lots of time.” Ivy puts her hand on Marissa’s stomach. “Hurry up and come out, okay? Luz and I have so much we want to tell you about.”

Luz grabs Ivy’s hand, pulling her out of her seat. “Come on, Ivy, we have to come up with baby names! And divide all of our toys!”

“Okay, but the baby can not have my astronaut Barbie.”

The girls run out of the kitchen, chatting about the baby and quickly forgetting their breakfasts, leaving their parents behind.

“I think that went well,” Thomas says with a small smile. 

“Yeah, I do too.”

“They’re extremely happy, so does that make you feel better?”

“Yes.” A weight has been lifted off of Marissa’s shoulders, one she didn’t realize was even there.

“Now that the girls know, I think we can tell our friends. Minus Alma, since she already knows.”

A lightbulb goes off and Marissa gasps. “I know! Let’s host a dinner party tomorrow. I can cook something, we can use our fancy silverware, and we can have a fun night with our friends.”

“A dinner party, huh?” Thomas chuckles. “I'm sensing a food motif with you.”

“I spent 6 weeks barely able to hold down water.” She snatches a piece of bacon off of his plate. “Now that my appetite is back, let me enjoy this.”

~V~

The next evening, Thomas walks in on his wife sprawled on her back on the floor of their walk-in closet. She’s half naked, a pile of clothes beside her. 

He shuts the closet door behind him, startling Marissa out of her thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Okay. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m getting fat.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yes I am.” Marissa dramatically lifts herself up. Walking over to a rack of clothes, she finds a random pair of pants and slips them on. They make it half way up her legs until they get stuck. “I can’t fit anything.”

“You still aren’t fat, baby.” Thomas watches as Marissa angrily pulls off the pants and searches for something else to put on. She isn’t fat by any means, but there is a tiny bump starting to appear. It’s not noticeable to the naked eye, but she’s not wearing anything to obstruct his view.

He walks up behind her, stopping her pacing and he turns her around so they’re facing the full length mirror propped up against the wall. Thomas’s hand slides across her midsection, settling there. “If your clothes don’t fit, it means our baby is growing big and strong. And I get to buy you new ones.”

Marissa falters a bit. He’s right. The logical part of her brain knows he’s right, but the logical part is being greatly overpowered by the hormones.

“I’m just going to grow out of those, too,” Marissa continues. “And I’ll look like a...swollen, beached whale. And you’ll still get to be your handsome self.”

Thomas tries to contain his laughter and quickly disguises it as a cough. She’s being dramatic and stubborn to a fault, and even if her point makes no sense, she’s committed.

“You aren’t going to look like a beached whale,” he argues. 

Thomas pulls Marissa tighter against his chest and buries his face in the crook of her neck, breathing softly. He should be comforting her or corralling her to get dressed, but all he can focus on is how good she smells. He moves her hair over and drops a kiss behind her ear.

“Thomas…”

He looks up and glances at her through the mirror, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Yes?”

“We have so much to do,” Marissa says. “I have to finish cooking, the girls need to get dressed, I haven’t set the table. There’s no dessert!”

“The pot roast won’t be ready for at least another hour, I can go to that bakery you love so much and grab a pie, and the girls are capable of getting ready by themselves. They’re in Ivy’s room, giggling, listening to music, and putting on jewelry. And no one cares about a table setting.”

“But–” He kisses her again, on a spot on her neck and she tilts her head to the side, giving him better access. 

“Your skin is so soft.” His fingers move, trailing up her sides. “Like silk. It’s absolutely intoxicating.”

Thomas spins her around and walks backwards until he lands softly on the large ottoman occupying space in their closet. He tugs Marissa down on top of him until she’s straddling his lap. 

With extreme quickness, he unhooks her bra and tosses it to the floor. Marissa shivers slightly as her husband’s mouth descends on one of her nipples, tongue flattening against the hardened bud and a gasp leaves her. “Oh, fuck.”

She can feel him smirking against her. “And I’ve barely even done anything to you.”

“These are going to be a baby feeding machine in a few months, I’m just...naturally sensitive.” A free hand grasps the other nipple, teasing it between his thumb and forefinger, and Marissa arches into his touch. 

“I’ll pretend to believe that.”

“Shut up.” In retaliation, Thomas clamps down harder on her nipple, twisting it. Marissa grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs.

“Stand up,” Thomas commands, softly. Marissa untangles herself from him and stands. Hooking a finger in the waist and on her panties, Thomas drags them down slowly. Once he has her fully naked, he looks her up and down, admiring the view. “Gorgeous.”

“You have to say that.”

“It’s the truth.” Thomas pats his lap, silently commanding her to sit on him again. She does, her knees bracing either side of his thighs. “You’re a goddess, Marissa Mendez.”

Her retort is lost on her tongue as Thomas slides two fingers inside her folds, curling them inside her. “You have to know just how stunning you are.” He sets a languid pace with his thrusts, as if they have all the time in the world. They don’t, but he doesn’t care.

“I am completely obsessed with you,” Thomas continues, his lips kissing across her collarbone and chest, leaving marks for him alone to see. “And the fact that you’re sacrificing yourself to carry my child is honestly icing on top of the cake. I can’t put into words just how much I adore you. You’ll never look like a whale.”

Marissa moans, Thomas’s words bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She loves that about him, his ability to charm and seduce her with nothing more than a few sentences.

“Fuck,” she rocks her hips forward, desperate to get more of him. “Fuck, keep going. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t know if she wants him to talk more or to keep touching her, so he decides to double down on both. His thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, his eyes never once leaving hers. “You’re so beautiful, Mari. So beautiful and you’re all mine. I don’t know how I got so lucky with you, but I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping you.” Marissa bites down on her lip in an attempt to stay quiet, but Thomas objects. He pulls her lip from between her teeth. “Stop. I want to hear you.” She whimpers. “Good girl.”

“Thomas, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good. Come on, I want you to cum for me.” His fingers speed up and he feels her walls tighten against them. 

Marissa feels herself coming undone and she wraps an arm around the back of Thomas’s neck, kissing him. He reciprocates, kissing her just as hungrily, swallowing her moans as her release flows through her body. He presses softer kisses into her skin, calming her down as she comes down from her high.

The room goes silent for a long while as Marissa tries to catch her breath. Once she feels in control of herself again, she reaches in between her and Thomas, a hand quickly undoing his belt buckle.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Come on, you can’t just get me all riled up with foreplay and call it quits.”

“I just wanted to take care of you,” Thomas says. But he doesn’t stop her as she pulls down his pants and boxers, her hand palming the length of him as she does so. He shudders. “And you have a laundry list of things to fret over before our friends arrive.”

She ignores her husband’s points, opting to instead sink down on his hard cock. He growls low in his throat at the sensation and grips her hips tightly in his hands.

“I think I can spare 15 minutes.”

~V~

A few hours later, Thomas and Marissa’s small circle of friends, Alma and her boyfriend Marcus, Levi, Eiko, and Faye, as well as their daughters are all gathered in the formal Mendez dining room, a feast gathered in front of them. There’s soft music playing in the back, everyone is chatting, and Ivy and Luz already have plans to hold the adults hostage with board games once dinner is over.

“So what is the special occasion?” Faye asks excitedly. “What did you guys call us here for?”

“We haven’t all hung out together in a long time,” Thomas explains, nonchalantly. 

“And I was sick for what feels like forever, and now that I’m back to feeling like myself, I just wanted to spend a night with my friends,” Marissa adds, taking a sip of her juice. While everyone else is drinking wine, she has a wine glass full of cran-grape juice.

“Hey, did you ever go to the doctor about that?” Eiko asks. “I know the stomach bug going around was bad this year, but you got the worst of it.”

“My doctor said there was nothing they could do, besides give me pills for the nausea, which I took.” She shrugs. “I don’t know, I don’t care, I’m just glad that chapter is behind me.”

“Cheers to that.”

“But the girls did have something that they wanted to share with everyone,” Thomas says, looking at Ivy and Luz. He and Marissa decided that their daughters should be the ones to share the good news with everyone. They wanted them to feel involved with the pregnancy.

Ivy and Luz get out of their seats, whispering and laughing with each other the entire way. They turn their backs to the adults, consulting with each other one final time before making the announcement.

“They’re so secretive,” Faye says. “Now I’m excited.”

“What, did they find some secret treasure?” Eiko asks rhetorically. “I want the pieces of art.”

“I call dibs on any rubies,” Levi says. 

Alma, already knowing what the big announcement is, still manages to get sucked into this hypothetical game of National Treasure. “No fair! Red is my color.”

“You can split the emeralds with me,” Faye offers in a compromise.

Alma goes quiet, thinking it over. “I can agree to that.”

Luz rolls her eyes. “No, we didn’t find any treasure. But we have something to ask you guys.”

“What’s better than one big sister?” Ivy asks.

The adults all glance at each other, unable to answer the riddle.

“What’s the answer, sweetheart?” Thomas asks.

“Two!” Luz exclaims. “Me and Ivy are going to be big sisters!”

Eiko turns to Marissa. “You’re pregnant?” Marissa nods.

The table erupted into cheers, everyone offering congratulations to Marissa and Thomas. Lots of hugs and cheek kisses are passed around before everyone is able to calm down again.

“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting. How far along are you?”

“Just made 12 weeks on Thursday,” Marissa replies.

“Are you going to have a Scorpio?” Faye asks. “Oh-em-gee! What’s your due date? I can get you in touch with one of my friends, she’s totally into astrology, and she can probably find all of the baby’s placements and houses.”

Marissa places a hand on her stomach. “Why don’t we wait until the baby is born?”

“Let me make it clear that I’ve already called dibs on being godmother,” Alma says.

“I don’t change diapers,” Levi announces. “But if you need someone to sing a lullaby, I’m your guy.”

“This is so fun.” Eiko turns towards Luz and Ivy. “I take it you girls are happy about being big sisters?”

“Yeah! We get to make the baby do whatever we want!”

“Luz…” Thomas warns. 

“Within reason,” Ivy adds quickly. “Do whatever we want within reason.”

“You negotiate just like a lawyer,” Thomas says.

“Well I learned from the best.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me, kiddo.”

Alma clinks her fork against her glass, gathering everyone’s attention. “I’d like to propose a toast. To my best friend, her amazing husband, and the coolest girls in town. I love you all tremendously, and no one deserves this happiness as much as the four of you do. To the Mendezes!”

“To the Mendezes!” Everyone else echoes.

The rest of the dinner goes off without a hitch, everyone talking about the new baby and swapping stories about the events of their lives.

Once everyone has eaten, they all migrate to the living room, where Ivy and Luz start setting up games. Thomas and Marissa hand back, wanting to get a head start on doing the dishes.

“I’m glad everything turned out the way it did,” Marissa says. “And remind me to never throw a dinner party in less than 36 hours.”

Thomas rinses off the remaining plates and loads them into the dishwasher. “I kind of like seeing you all worked up, though. It’s cute.”

“I disagree.”

Thomas wipes his hands clean with a paper towel and hugs Marissa close to him. “We’ll agree to disagree.” He rubs her back in soothing circles. “Are you still feeling okay? If you’re tired or anything, I can cut the party short.”

“I’m fine,” Marissa insists. “And you just want to cut the party short so you can have me all to yourself.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Missus Mendez. Unlike you, my mind was not in the gutter. Although a round two of our earlier activities would be very fun.”

Marissa rolls her eyes. “You’re insatiable, Counselor!”

“Only for you.”

“It better be. Or else I’d have to kill you.”

Now it’s Thomas’s turn to roll his eyes. “You love me too much to ever kill me.”

“Debatable. The plan always was to kill you and run off with your money. The girls and I would settle down in Paris.”

“I’m banning you from watching any more Lifetime movies.”

Marissa tilts her head up and looks at Thomas. “I’m just teasing. You were right, I love you entirely too much.”

Thomas pulls her in for a kiss. “I love you more.” His hand settles on her stomach. “And I love our family.”

“Me too.”

Their peaceful moment is interrupted by a loud cry. “MOM!”

It’s Ivy. Without a second thought, Marissa rushes to the living room, finding her daughter. She’s crying hysterically, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, but Marissa doesn’t see any blood or injuries. Everyone’s eyes are transfixed on the television in front of them. “What? What’s wrong?”

Ivy doesn’t say anything, she just points to the TV. Flashing across the bottom is a breaking news report.

BREAKING: Tech millionaire Guy Ledford arrested for insider trading and investment fraud.

The TV then cuts to footage of FBI agents hauling Guy out of his house in handcuffs.

“Oh my god.”

And just like that, their perfect weekend is over.

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Luke hemmings/Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: by anon for spooky!sos

Trigger Warnings: n/a

A/N: I hope that this fluff makes up for the angst I posted yesterday 😅

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It’d been obvious since the day you met Luke Hemmings, that he was the loveliest person known to mankind. The way that his pretty blue eyes had sparkled at you when he offered to help you move into your new apartment, had you captivated from the very start.

The simple fact was strengthened further a few weeks later when he’d shyly asked you on a date and then, by every gentle cheek kiss, each sweet text message asking about your day, all of the romantic gestures like hot baths after a long day and always ordering take-outs from your favourite places instead of his own.

Your theory had been confirmed on the run up to Halloween. Luke had left you a little gift outside the front door of your apartment every single morning throughout October. There’d been; pretty red and orange leaves from the communal gardens, tiny pumpkins with cute messages or silly faces drawn on them, vouchers for free toffee flavoured lattes from your local coffee shop and printed photos of a nearby park where the leaves on all the trees were turning pretty colours.

During the last few days before Halloween, the gifts had gotten a little bigger and more expensive. You’d already received a stuffed little ghost, a necklace with a scull and crossbones pendant on it and yesterday he’d left you the vampire costume he’d brought you to wear to his Halloween party. It was the matching counterpart to his own, of course which he’d gleefully modelled for you later in the day.

Needless to say, your anticipation for what was awaiting you on Halloween itself was at an all time high when you woke up that morning. 

You sprang out of bed, shrugging on the big grey hoodie you’d stolen from Luke over your pyjamas before padding through your apartment. You didn’t even pause to make a coffee on your way to the front door.

When you opened the front door however, your heart sank. There was no little gift sitting in the hallway where all the rest had been. You felt kind of guilty about being disappointed by the lack of a present, but it seemed odd that Luke would stop his new little tradition on the most important day of October. 

Just as you were about to go back inside, a little white envelope caught your attention it’d blended in with the colour of the wall it was propped against at first so you hadn’t noticed it immediately. 

You recognised Luke’s handwriting on the front of the envelope as you picked it up, your excitement reigniting a little. You opened it carefully but quickly, eager to find out what was inside. 

The handwritten note you pulled from the envelope was short and rather cryptic, reading;

Darling,

Come to my apartment for your Halloween breakfast and a special gift.

All my love,

Luke

Too eager to find out what Luke had planned, you dive back into your apartment to grab your keys from the little table you keep next to the front door. You don’t bother getting changed or even putting anything on your feet before heading along the corridor to Luke’s apartment.

Luckily, Luke lived on the same floor as you, so at least you didn’t have to brave the rickety old elevator to get to him. You knocked on his door a little too enthusiastically for so early in the morning. When he finally opened the door to let you in, your boyfriend had the biggest smile on his beautiful face. “Morning, darling!” He chimed brightly. His caramel coloured hair hung loosely around his face in loose curls, stopping just below his stubbled chin. Topped off by the cuddly black sweater he was wearing with plaid pyjamas bottoms you pretty much fell in love with him all over again.

“Morning, Luke.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his lips before slipping past him into the apartment. “Your note said you were gonna cook me breakfast!”

Luke chuckled as he closed his front door. “It’s already waiting for you, gorgeous.” He said, gesturing towards his little kitchen area.

As you crossed the open plan living area, you noticed that Luke had decorated his little breakfast table to fit the theme of the day. He’d placed a large white candle in the centre of the table and surrounded it with three tiny cute pumpkins. “Awww Luke!” You beamed, taking your seat. “This is so pretty!”

Your boyfriend grinned proudly as he crossed the kitchen to pick up two plates of pancakes. “I’m glad you like it.” He replied. “I wanted to make an effort y’know... our first Halloween is a special occasion. It should be celebrated!”

“Definitely!” You nodded in agreement as you breathed in the smell of the apple and cinnamon pancakes Luke placed in front of you. "Mmm these smell delicious, Luke!”

Your boyfriend seemed pleased with your praise as he took the seat opposite you. “I actually managed not to burn anything!” He stated proudly. “I hope you like them.”

Luke poured you a glass of fruit juice as he gestured for you to take a bite of the breakfast he’d lovingly prepared for you. 

In all of the excitement, you’d not realised just how hungry you were so you obliged easily, scooping up a little section of the top pancake with your fork. It turned out to be just as delicious as it smelt. “Ugh, Luke!” You exclaimed. “That tastes so good, I’m gonna have you making these for me all the time now.”

A tiny blush coloured Luke’s cheeks as he nibbled at his own breakfast. You always found his lack of ability to take a compliment so adorable. It was sort of impossible not to tease him a little more. “I think next time you should serve them to me in bed.” You smirked, “I bet they’d taste even better when we’re naked.” 

Luke’s blush deepened and he smiled shyly behind his forkful of pancake. “That leads me on to your ‘big’ Halloween gift actually...” he muttered, seemingly unable to meet your gaze. 

“Ah, yay!” You squealed giddily as you fixed him with a hopeful gaze. “Is it a sexy one?”

Luke shook his head tentatively. “Not exactly...”

You raised an eyebrow in question as Luke placed down his fork and reached for one of the little pumpkins in the centre of the table. 

“I can definitely give you a sexy gift, if you want, you know I’m always up for that!” Luke said, still looking down at the pumpkin in his hand. “I kinda wanna do this first, though... I’ve wanted to for a long time but, I’m sort of a wuss.”

Shaking your head, you reach across the table to take Luke’s hand. “You’re not a wuss.” You reply gently. “I mean you showed your courage the other day when caught that huge spider in my bedroom! I could never do that...”

Luke laughed lightly, finally glancing up to meet your gaze. “This is a little more serious than a spider, though.” He said, “I kind of - well okay...” Your boyfriend inhaled deeply. “I really love you, you know that, right?” He asked, his bright blue eyes and slightly trembling fingers betraying how nervous he felt. 

“Of course I do.” You smiled encouragingly. “I love you too, more than I can say.”

Luke seemed to gain confidence from your words and tightened his grip on your hand before continuing. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know we’ve only been together for a few months but I already feel like we’re in it for the long haul, y’know?”

“Definitely!” You agreed, leaning forward to peck a kiss to Luke’s lips. “We’re good together, Luke. You’re the love of my life.”

Your confession brought a bright smile to Luke’s face as he finally holds out the pumpkin to you. “Well I hope that this can be the start of a new chapter for us, a slightly more serious one, maybe?”

As you took the pumpkin you realised it’d been hollowed out and the top had been carefully cut off and replaced like a lid. You opened it curiously, revealing a little cute bat shaped key chain with a front door key dangling from the end of it. You gasped as you realised what it was.

“It’s the key to my apartment.” Luke announces unnecessarily. “I wanted you to be able to come and go as you please. I’d like you to feel like it’s your second home. I mean until... until it hopefully becomes your actual home one day.” 

You grinned widely as you got to your feet and walked around the table. “It already does feel like home, Lukey.” You reassured him, “but this is a lovely gesture and I can’t wait to put it good use.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re boyfriend asked curiously as you dropped into his lap. 

You nodded, giving your boyfriend a mischievous grin as you glanced towards his bedroom. “Lets just say you can expect to come home to find me naked in your bed in the very near future.”

Luke’s eyes darkened with lust as a shocked moan escaped him. “I kinda want you naked in my bed right now.”

Kissing your boyfriend deeply, you wrap your arms around his neck before whispering; “okay but bring the pancakes, I wanna see if they really do taste even better when we’re naked.”

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Pancakes

All about Sayuri's favourite food.

Notes:

This is another ficlet about Obito and my OC, Sayuri. And I guess her parents too! Minor spoilers for my long-running fic, Sayuri.

Uzumaki Yumi didn’t always cook.

In her youth, she is too busy running through the waves, like lots of children her age, or rolling about in the long grass, much to the despair of her mother, who moans about the stains.

In kunoichi lessons she listens eagerly when the teacher talks about flowers and ikebana, and her arrangements are often touted as fine examples of work.

For cookery she gets an acceptable pass. Edible. Nothing to write home about.

“Hmm,” the teacher chews thoughtfully, “a little tough. Needs more salt.”

“I don’t see what I need to cook for,” she retorts, “I can just buy from the store.”

“And what stores will you find in the middle of the field?”

“Well, uh, I’ll find one,” she replies, cheeks warm.

And then, the war starts, so she is dodging smoke bombs and projectiles, and finding the best way to patch up wounds when there is no medic nearby, and eating riceballs and protein bars on the go.

But sometimes protein bars are not enough and she has to learn how to cook, so if her teammates, her friends are to survive to the evening, they sure wouldn’t die from food poisoning.

And then, as the city crumbles, fleeing with her husband, Kenta, who says nothing of the subpar stews that she concocts, although she sees how he grimaces as he chews his way through overcooked venison.

At a civilian village in the Land of Fire, she sees a poster at the village hall.

‘Home cooking class, for all your family needs by Pan Keiko.’

“Do you want to have a go?” Kenta says, once he had doubled back after seeing his wife was not behind him, “We could stop here for a while.”

“We can’t,” Yumi shakes her head, already pulling away, “it’s far too expensive. We only have so much, and it’s got to last. Who knows how long we’ll be here for?”

“What’s wrong with right here? It seems safe enough.”

“Well, if you think so...”

“Besides you’ll be needing to eat well soon enough, for the little one,” he touches her stomach, at the subtle swell of her belly underneath her clothes.

“If you’re sure…”

“Go on,” he finishes with a kiss to her cheek, “ I’ll find a place for us to stay.”

The class consists of making a katsu curry from scratch, and, surprisingly, pancakes.

Yumi is sure her curry sauce doesn’t taste quite right, and finds herself growing increasingly flustered as she tries to fix it with the numerous spices available.

Here dear,” the elderly woman leans over from the table next to her, and works adding a bit of this and a bit of that—so it resembles something closer to the example.

“Thank you,” Yumi replies easily, “I shall have to remember more how to do the blends.”

“You’re welcome dear. But between you and me, you can easily just buy the packet roux from the shops. It tastes just as good. Of course Keiko would argue differently.”

“So you know Pan-san do you?” Yumi asks as they prepare the ingredients for pancakes. It is an odd choice, but Yumi is glad that the recipe seems simple enough.

“Oh we go way back. But what about you? You come from far?”

“We were just passing through,” Yumi says guardedly. This elderly lady looks kindly enough, but they can never be too careful.

“Little one on the way?”

“Oh, yes,” Yumi confirms, consciously putting her arm protectively over her stomach. She is barely showing and this lady has noticed already?

“It’s nice when they’re small,”  the lady muses, “I take care of my grandson. Growing lad he is, I seem to forever find myself getting more food for him. Always getting himself in trouble, fighting with his friends. But what can I do? I just make sure he’s got enough, and he’s happy, it’s the best I can do.”

Yumi nods and smiles, hoping to herself that there will not be too much trouble ahead for her child.

—

Uchiha Rina arrives home to Konoha late that evening. Her grandson is waiting on the steps, still in his mission gear, which looks rather like it need a wash. He scrambles to his feet when he sees her.

“Grandma you’re back! You should let me escort you going that far!”

“Pah!” She brushes off his hand trying to help her in—she was proud of her grandson for always being so caring, always willing to give a hand, but she is hardly an invalid—”I’m perfectly fine thank you! The road’s safe enough.”

The next morning Rina tries out the pancake recipe, seeing if she can replicate what she had done in the class.

Her grandson comes down the stairs sniffing the air. He had taken a shower thankfully, as evidenced by his hair being more unruly than it usually was. Rina always had to resist the urge to tame his locks, as whenever she tried to get a hairbrush near him, he would squirm away with a wail of “Grandma!”

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying out this recipe I got from Keiko. If you stay and help you might get some.”

“Oh no thanks! I gotta train! Gotta work hard and then I can finally beat Kakashi!”

“Rin might like it if you cooked something like these for her.” Perhaps it is a little devious, but Rina is fond of Rin. She is a good influence on him. This...rivalry with Kakashi, she had hoped it was harmless childhood play, but it had only amplified once Obito had become genin.

She does worry about him.

“Oh yes, I guess she might!” Obito exclaims, interest piqued by the mention of Rin and jumps in to help.

“Well you do it like this, that’s it, and pour the batter carefully, you’ve got to do the—watch it Obito!”

—

The village isn’t suitable after all. No housing available that isn’t an extortionate amount of money.

“I’m sorry Yumi,” Kenta says, holding her in his arms.

—

The rainy village of high rise buildings admittedly wouldn’t have been Yumi’s first choice, but it is a welcome refuge, especially when her stomach is already considerably swollen.

“Everyone’s welcome here,” they say.

And two weeks later, she gives birth to her daughter in the room of a worn and busy hospital.

Yumi sings to her daughter in the tiny cramped apartment, rocking Sayuri in the sling as she  giggles and grabs fistfuls of her hair.

It is worse when she is mobile, as she climbs over all the furniture and Yumi has to keep an eye on her at all times. She has to arrange the bulk of her cooking while Sayuri is taking a nap and then make sure to oversee as she eats from her highchair, feeding herself pancake clumsily with a fork in her pudgy little hands.

One day Sayuri manages to clamber onto the sill and knock down the vase of irises there. Yumi jumps to save it, but of course, it is too late, and she silently mourns the casualty.

Sayuri is blissfully unaware of the consequences of her actions and sits there in her napkin clad bottom, waving her little fingers.

“Buhbye.”

Kenta bursts into laughter.

“You saying bye-bye to the flower Sayuri-chan?”

She stops in her waving, looks up wide-eyed at her father, and sticks her fingers in her mouth.

But then that place too becomes unsafe and once again,  they have to flee.

Yumi is almost in tears as the skies burn, holding on tightly to her husband’s hand, Sayuri held close against her as they escape.

“Kenta, we can’t keep on running, please!”

They flit from place to place and when they hide in the cramped backroom of a store, the owner having caught sight of them and ushered them in, Yumi feeds Sayuri with cold bits of pancake to distract her, silently praying she will not cry.

Eventually, they find a place where they could rest.

It is safe. Safe and normal. It comes with a price. Renounce your old lives. Forget everything you have come from. Your family, your heritage. Shinobi create conflict. They are banned.

“Yes, of course, we’re just a simple civilian family. We just want a good life for our daughter.”

She can have the garden of her dreams. Roses and bluebells and chyransatheums and hydrangea.

Sayuri plays in the dirt, scooping up fistfuls of mud and forming them into flat discs.

“Pancakes! I’m making pancake!”

When she tires  of playtime, she runs to her mother.

“Mummy? Can I have some pancakes?”

“Sayuri-chan, you cannot have pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“When I grow-up I will,” says Sayuri with all the wisdom of a four year old.

—

Obito learns to make pancakes properly eventually, after a few mishaps.

Rin and Kakashi come round after one failed baking session.

“Oh, Obito-kun, what are you making?”

“N-nothing!” Obito lies, glad that he has hidden the burned offerings.

Kakashi sniffs the air pointendly.

“Smells like burning.”

“Shut up Bakakashi!”

“You two! Come on, I got popcorn from the store. Let’s watch this movie.”

Some weeks later he manages to produce something edible and presents it to Rin, eagerly waiting for her reaction.

She takes a bite.

“Hey, these are pretty good! Thanks Obito.”

He tries to play it cool, though his palms are sweating.

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

Rin. How he loves her.

—

“Are you sure you’re not hungry, Sayuri-chan. Pancakes, your favourite.”

The child shakes her head.

“My tummy hurts,” she complains.

At the parent-teacher meeting, Kubo-sensei talks about Sayuri’s behaviour.

“Sayuri is a very vivacious young girl, we are only concerned where she is spending her energy. Does she practice her needlework at home?”

“Oh yes, I make a point of homework before play,” Yumi replies. She will not be seen as an incompotent mother.

“Of course. Just to make sure, your daughter does know the law of the village? We all abide by the rules.”

“You understand, don’t you Sayuri-chan?”

“Yes,” Sayuri says quickly, looking downcast.

Sayuri keeps up her subdued demeanour on the walk home.

“Are you okay? Did you want to speak to Kubo-sensei about something?”

“No mummy, I’m fine.”

—

It would be easy to just order ready made meals and takeaway, so long as she gets some form of sustenance. He doesn’t have to pay that much attention to her. Just enough to make sure she doesn’t wither away, not until she’s fulfilled her purpose

It won’t hurt to indulge, just a bit.

He makes the goofy, clumsy persona for her.

He fools around, going to drop the whisk and catching it at just the right moment, speaking in that childish voice, dancing around the kitchen.

She laughs easily at it, a childish giggle that softens the edges of his heart, just a bit. If he has a heart, that is.

“Welcome to Tobi’s pancake cookery class.”

She grins delightedly, eyes wide in childish curiosity.

She pushes the whisk around with a grim determination, pulling on all the strength from her inner core, which is not a lot. He has to take the bowl from her after to combine the ingredients properly.

Of course, she insists on flipping the pancakes herself and Obito has to navigate the delicate balance of catering to her innocent demands and not allowing her to injure herself. It’s all for the long game of course. Seeing her expression turn to sugar-induced delight is not any indication that he actually. He just has to do enough, to get her to trust him completely.

Yes, a little bit of indulgence won’t hurt.

When it becomes evident she is not what he thought, he vows not to have anything to do with her. Oh, he could keep her, as another foot soldier, she is obedient enough, but best not to pay any mind to her. Best not pay any mind to the small ache he feels when she avoids his gaze, pulling on her long sleeves.

—

When she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, he automatically goes to crack the eggs and stir in the milk and the flour.

What the hell is he doing? He isn’t meant to do this. She is nothing, nothing.

And she is everything.

She forgives him of course, far too easily.

He watches her as she pushes the food around her plate, looking towards nothing.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

At his words, she looks up at him, and for a moment the vacant expression flickers to something akin to what she would look at her childhood teacher with, before it reverts to a neutral expression. She takes a very small bite.

At night he can hear her crying.

—

She lazes on the sofa, feet up on the arm, munching something from a paper cone. He looks at the packaging and sees it’s from the new crȇpe stand she had been talking about earlier.

“They’re alright,” she says, “Yours are much better.”

She pivots, feet hitting the floor, then she stands, and her face gets very close.

“They’re sweet. Like you.”

Her smiles are becoming less of a child and more those of a woman.

—

She watches him often as he cooks, insisting that she could help. He decides to keep her far away from the stove, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to peer over his shoulder. She pokes at the batter and licks it off her finger. He takes the bowl from her and she pouts at that, then moves onto the syrup bottle, eating it by the spoon.

He grimaces; how could you like that much sugar?

She grins in that impish way of hers.

“Are you going to save any of that for your pancakes?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

She nestles in his lap, eating with her fingers, and every other bite she would pass up bits to his mouth. They are sickly sweet, although he is not sure if that is to do with her own preference, or the way his tastebuds have matured.

She licks the remnants from her fingers so that in the end she is very sticky. He has to insist she wash her hands afterwards to which she does under protest, berating him for bossing her around.

She kneels between his legs and he has to struggle to keep his moans quiet. One hand is between her own legs, fiddling with herself before she sinks down atop him.

She latches herself onto his neck, and not for the first time, Obito is grateful he wears things with high collars.

They sleep together peacefully for once.

—

He knows it has been a difficult mission, for she ends up in hospital afterwards. When she is let out she insists that she is fine. She follows the rule about not showing emotion as a shinobi to the letter and often tries to hide her feelings even when they are in private. Part of it is his own doing, he knows that. And although he could reassure her that it was perfectly okay for her to show her emotions more readily, he cannot force her.

He could hardly lecture her on it given his own track record.

Giving her the once over with his sharingan he deduces that she is mostly okay, although he feels that at least one night or two more in the hospital might have benefitted her. He does not voice his concerns though as the last time he did it had not gone well at all.

“So you don’t want me here do you,” she accuses, and flounces off.

“It is not that. I’m just thinking after your health.”

“Oh,” she blinks, and has the grace to look embarrassed, “But I like being with you.”

He can’t help but smile at that and resigns himself to let her have her way.

That night,she sobs into him as he holds her and strokes her hair. He does not ask about any details, and she does not tell him.

“Can I have something to eat?” She asks quietly after she is more settled.

“Sure. What do you want?”

“Pancakes.”

He nods and heads down to the kitchen to prepare, her trailing along behind.

Pancakes it is.

[kweebtrash]

Or Nah (M)

Messy Ch. 2

Pairing(s): OC X Johnny (features other members)

Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU

Summary: Fuckboys are basically good for one thing. You hit it and quit it- except when his voice draws you in, his body keeps you there, and dumb ass feelings linger making things particularly messy.

Warnings: drugs, anxiety attacks, night terrors

Features: POV changes, bathroom/rough sex, fingering, blowjobs

Word Count: around 14k

A/N: ‘they’ and ‘she’ are used interchangeably on purpose.

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Lucas Pov

My phone was vibrating against the glass top of the coffee table ripping me out of sleep. The incessant buzzing was driving me crazy especially since my head was still fuzzy from last night. I barely remember getting home...well to Quinn and Eri's place anyway. I groaned and slammed my hand on the table feeling around until my phone was in hand. I squinted an eye open, peeking at the influx of messages that continued to scroll about my screen. I opened the messenger app and read through the dozens of texts. Johnny had added me to the group chat shortly after I met him and Jaehyun during ‘Welcome Weekend’. It was how i had found out about their party and now it was how I found out that Eri had hooked up with Johnny. He was supposedly the “king of of one night stands” and Eri was just another one to be added to his list. Or that was how it would all start out. Clearly, Ten and Yuta had met their match once they started playing with her. I wouldnt be surprised if Johnny started drooling over her too.

There was something about Eri. I still hadn’t quite figured it out myself. She was far from my type-which is why I first got with Quinn. Quinn was soft, small, pale blonde and a little ditzy- perfect. Eri on the other hand was raw, loud, obnoxious, and volatile. Dominant yet bratty, needing to be in control of everything and the first to protect if needed. She always ended up “momming” Quinn and I no matter what. She was also gorgeous in a way I didn't often see back home- tattoos everywhere, her hair a mish mash of colors, her skin deep, rich and intoxicatingly sweet. She had managed to seduce every last one of us. We were putty in her hands. Eri and I were only friends but i would be lying if I failed to admit that there were times where all i thought about was being between her legs for days on end.

I sighed and finally sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I tossed my two cents into the group conversation and yawned deeply. The smell of something cooking caught my attention and i realized I was fucking starving. I looked over at the small kitchen and saw Eri standing in front of the stove in nothing but her underwear and a little ass tank top, looking like i should eat her for breakfast instead. I adjusted myself on the couch and opened my camera, zooming in close to get the best view. I grabbed a pic and sent it to the chat. They would all be jealous of me getting to see this first thing in the morning-afternoon….whatever.. “Babeeeeessss, whatcha making me?”

“I had some pancake mix in the back of the fridge that was still good so there's that. There’s also some left over pizza. Breakfast of champions.”

“You look like a hot little wifey cooking for me. Just saying.”

“You know what you could say? Nothing.” She came towards me with the plate of food. “Here.”

My camera was still open so i faced it towards us under the guise of taking a selfie but i turned my head towards her, just as i hit the button, giving her a kiss. I posted it to the group chat too just to see if i could piss Johnny off. “How's your vag?” I asked Eri as i sent the picture.

“I survived I guess. My thighs still fucking hurt.” I moved my legs so she could sit on the couch beside me.

“Was he better than me?” I asked just out of curiosity.

“Lucas, you know I dont compare anyone. But he didn’t go down on me so he's already losing, just saying.”

I picked up one of the pancakes and shoved it in my mouth. “Fuckin’ pussy.”

“Dont talk with your mouth full. You're gonna choke.” She grabbed her PS4 controller and turned on the console as well as the tv. She flipped through the apps pulling up Netflix. “You wanna watch something? Quinn said they'd be coming home soon but i don't know how true that is.”

“Heard she was at T.Y.’s place.” I replied in between chewing and shoving another pancake in my mouth.

“Yep. Fucking him this time, i guess.”

I swallowed and shrugged. “I'll ask her to take a shower before we fuck.”

“How gentlemanly of you, Lucas.” She scoffed and started typing in the name of whatever show she wanted to watch. I noticed the hickies that were covering her dark skin, blending in with the tattoos on her back and shoulders.

“Damn, he did a number on you.” I said leaning in closer to her and running my fingers along the bruises. She winced a bit and tugged away from me.

“It's fine. I've had worse.”

“Yeah like when Ten accidentally cut you so deep you had to get stitches and Quinn wanted to deck him.”

She inhaled sharply. “Not one of our best moments. I squirmed by accident so I guess it was my fault.”

“Or he could’ve not hurt you.” I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand before kissing her shoulder.

“Eh. Whats the fun in that?”

I kissed up her neck, resisting the urge to bite her and make my marks better than Johnny's. “I make you cum just fine without hurting you.”

“Question.” She said, turning to me. “Do you like choking me?”

“What? Uh...i mean...it gets you off right?”

“Yeah, but do you like it?”

I scratched at the back of my neck. “I mean….”

She sighed. “Nevermind.”

“Aww, Eri, don't be mad. I dont mind doing it for you!”

“It's fine. Im not mad.” She curled up against my chest, wrapping her arm around my waist, and setting her legs on my lap.

I rubbed her thighs slowly, going up and down the length of them and paying extra attention to her hips. “Did you try and get him to do it?”

“Yeah, well sorta. I didnt say it outright but i kinda hinted at it. He pulled his hand away like he didnt want to touch me.”

“Not for nothing Eri but you’re like the only chick who's like ‘CHOKE ME’ during the first fuck. It can be kinda scary and not everyone's into that.”

“Fuckin’ wack is what that is.” She laughed.

“Maybe he'll do it next time.”

“Next time?” She scoffed. “I doubt there’s gonna be a next time.”

“You'd be surprised.” I kissed the top of her head and kept her close, kind of wondering if I should ask her if she wanted to fuck. It was too much work to do anal right now but maybe she'd at least want it slow. I could do that. I slipped my fingers underneath the strap of her tank top moving it down her shoulder.

“Lucas.”

I hated when she said my name like that. It was like i was in trouble with my mom. I kept rubbing small circles on her thigh, pretending like i wasn’t doing anything. “Hmm? What?”

“Cut it out.” She was always much stricter with how much we fucked, unlike Quinn. Eri was picky and everything had to be on her terms, which was why i always got reprimanded. I knew she still couldn’t resist me, especially when i gave her my puppy dog look.

“I swear i'm not doing anything!”

She rolled her eyes and pushed away from me. “Not right now.” She got up from the couch and headed back towards the kitchen. I stuffed the last pancake in my mouth and followed after her.

“Come on! I'll go slow! It wont even hurt. You know i take good care of you.” I chewed faster and swallowed hard before she yelled at me again.

“My thighs are killing me. I don’t even think i have the strength to open them for you to eat me out.”

“Well...you wanna at least suck me off?” She glared at me so hard that I stepped back in case her fist wanted to connect with my stomach. She was always an aggressive lover. “S-sorry…”

“You'd probably taste like pool water and sweat. No thanks.”

“Ok, you can pull one of my numbers and ask me to shower before hand. It's just...you know how i get in the morning, babes.” i pouted at her, starting my puppy dog stare.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know i hate that.”

“Pretty please? Pleaaassseeeeeee.”

She set her little hand on my face, smooshing me away. “I dont have time. I have band practice tonight and it starts soon.”

“Just a quick one i promise!! I'll be done fast!”

She groaned. “Lucas, seriously??” She rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine! FINE! I don’t know how you always convince me.”

“Because you can’t resist me, that's why.” I gave her a quick kiss before running towards the bathroom to shower. Honestly, i should probably bring my shower stuff to their house at some point so I could stop smelling like vanilla, and cookies, and marigolds or whatever they used. I chucked off my shorts, tossing them in the corner where Eri could get them and do the laundry for me later. I grabbed my toothbrush and slapped some toothpaste on it before getting in the shower. I turned it on full blast, preferring a cold shower than the usual depths of hell i had to suffer through when i showered with Eri or Quinn.

“Some random person added me on snapchat! Do you know a DJJ0209?!” i heard her yell at me. I almost choked on my toothbrush. I hoped the running water hid the sound of my laughter.

“Oh...no! I dont! Did you add them?!” i called back out to her before spitting toothpaste down the drain.

I could tell she was responding but i had no idea what it was. It was hard to hear her now with my head fully under the water. Hopefully it wasnt too important. I finished brushing my teeth and moved onto washing my hair, trying to get chlorine smell out of it.

“Did you hear me earlier?” her voice appeared from inside the bathroom.

“No, all i heard was someone random added you on snapchat. Who was it?”

“I have no clue. Probs some weirdo from online. I'm just gonna block it.”

“No,” i tried to keep a straight face even though she couldn’t see me behind the curtain. “Just accept it. I'm sure it's fine.”

“What the hell!? I got another one….wait this one has a little character thing. Kinda looks like Taeil…”

“Just accept them both. Who knows maybe you'll find the love of your life.” I snorted.

“Hmm yes how romantic. Mommy, daddy, How did you meet? Well son, your father sent me a dick pic on snapchat and I was so in love we instantly got married.”

“Aww, you're like a real life Cinderella.”

She hit the shower curtain, trying to get at me. “Shut up, dumbass. I have to leave here by 6, and it's a little after 4:30 now.”

“I'm coming! You wont be late.”

“Mhm.” I could hear her walking back out of the bathroom. I finished rinsing my hair and washed up quickly. I was done in a few minutes, pulling back the shower curtain to see that Eri had left a fresh towel on the toilet. She was seriously the best. I dried off a bit then wrapped the towel around my waist, heading back over to the couch. She was laying on her stomach, feet crossed at her ankles in the air and typing furiously on her phone. I leaned over the back of the couch and trailed my hand over her lower back, watching her tense for a second. She was way warmer than my hands were. I couldn’t help but wish I could play with her a bit before she left.

“You're freezing.” She said as she set her phone beside mine on the coffee table.

“It's too hot. I felt sticky.” i moved around the couch, taking my place beside her again. She scooted closer to me, her hand tugging at the towel and pulling it open.

“Let’s get this over with.” She said.

“Gee, dont sound so enthused.” I rolled my eyes as she giggled at me. In a way i knew she was joking but also she was probably ready to get going to band practice. It was important to her but so was i. She would make time for me. I cupped her face in my hands, pulling her close for a heated kiss while her hand fell between my thighs and groped my cock. I licked her lips before she let me in, my tongue filling up her mouth and making her squirm a bit. I loved the way it felt when we kissed. She was always a tease, hungry yet slow, or fast and harsh. You never knew what you were going to get. Whenever i could get a soft little moan out of her, it would go straight to my cock, making me breathe harder and want to fuck her for hours on end just to coax more out.

I slid my hand down her back, moving down to cup her ass. It was one of my favorite things about her. There was nothing better then seeing how good it looked while i fucked her from behind, better yet when i fucked her ass. I tried pulling her onto my lap but she let out a strained whimper.

“Careful…” She whispered. Ok, note to self, beat the shit out of Johnny next time i saw him for making my Eri so sore. I let go of her ass and opted for her hip again while my other hand slid under her tank top. I was already half hard, giving her some room to start stroking. I opened my legs wider as she rubbed her thumb over my head in slow circles making every nerve feel electrified. I was already wiggling my hips towards her palm, parting my lips to feed a deep groan down her throat. She already knew everything i loved, everything that turned me on, everything that could make me cum. She guided her kisses to my neck, sucking on my jugular just a bit before pressing her lips down my chest.

I relaxed my head back against the couch, my nails digging into the armrest when i felt her lips surrounding me. She eased herself down, little by little, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Her tongue circled around my head and she popped off it completely to kiss up and down my shaft. Her kisses slipped down to my balls, tongueing them just enough to make me almost lose my cool. I thrusted my hips more as i tried to get her to take me back in. She looked up at me, that same controlling look in her eye.

“You gonna behave?” She asked, raising a brow.

I licked my lips and looked at at her. “Are you?”

She sat up and pulled away from me. “I'll stop right now, Lucas. I swear.”

“No you wont.” I dared.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.” i moved closer towards her, angling my head for a kiss which I knew she would pull away from. In that instant i grabbed her neck making it disappear in the coverage of my hand. Her whole body relaxed and her face fell into an expression of bliss. Her eyes were practically rolling back in her head as her giddy giggles became strained when i closed my fingers around her tighter. It was scary as all hell to do this and it wasn’t necessarily something I enjoyed but seeing how good it made her feel got me going even more. Over time i got used to it, especially when she'd clench around me and scratch at my back, her body begging me to choke her harder. “Keep sucking, babes. It feels so good when I'm in your mouth.” i swiped my thumb over her full bottom lip, watching as her tongue poked out to lick it.

I let her go then and she eased back down, sucking faster this time. Her cheeks were starting to hollow out dragging more moans out of me. I set my hand on the back of her head, adding just enough pressure to keep her in place. I trailed my other hand down her back, sliding one of my fingers underneath her panties to feel how wet she was. She was trying to squirm away from from me but i let my finger slide slowly up and down her lower lips, rubbing each drop of slick through her folds and around her clit. I shushed her gently, telling her that i just wanted to make her feel good. I loved when she came with me and i was hoping she would swallow if i had her distracted enough.

I made circles on her bundle of nerves with just the tip of my middle finger, finally managing to get a louder moan out of her. The timbre from those cute sounds were enough to make my toes curl. I choked back her name, opting to keep quiet for now so I could concentrate. Her warm hand cupped my balls then, squeezing each one slightly as her thumb pressed into the sensitive points. I was already starting to throb in her tight mouth and it was making my nails dig into her scalp harder. I felt her wiggle her hips, reminding me that my finger was still in her panties. I rocked my finger through her wetness one last time before pushing it in slowly. I let her fuck herself on it as much as she wanted, leaving her to control the pace while i focused on my impending orgasm. “Eri...fuck…” i whispered.

She pulled off in one slow drag, rolling my precum over her tongue. “You know the drill.”

I groaned. “Please, Eri? Please? Just this once? I promise i’ll-”

“No. You know the rules.”

“But Quinn-”

“Then you should've asked Quinn.” she snapped back.

I dodged her glare and nodded in defeat. One day I was going to get her to swallow but for now i guess i had to cum on myself….again. She switched out her mouth with her hand, fisting the head of my cock before sliding down my shaft and giving it a squeeze. Cum was already starting to dribble down her hand as her hold on me tightened and loosened with each stroke. She pressed her chest to mine, bringing my head closer to cover her neck in kisses and miniscule bites. Her nails were digging into shoulder ever so slightly and her angry, commanding tone melted into that dangerously sweet voice.

“Come on, baby boy. Cum for me.” she cooed.

I held onto her then, so fucking tight, trying to bury my scream into her skin. I felt my stomach heat up as i came all over myself, my thigh muscles tensing. I swallowed back, panting against her chest as i worked through the tail end of my high. She kissed the top of my head, running her fingers through my hair, until I regained my composure.

“I gotta get dressed now.” She said, wiping her hand on the towel. I slid my hand out of her panties and groaned as i looked up at her.

“Stay for a bit…”

“I cant, its’ already about to be five. Quinn's gonna be home soon and you should actually get to your dorm sometime soon. You have class tomorrow.”

“Fuck class…”

“If you skip i'm gonna beat your ass.” She slid off the couch and headed to her room. She didn’t bother closing the door as she pulled her tank top over her head and dropped her panties. I had to look away, knowing i would make a bigger mess if i kept staring.

--

Eri's PoV

I shoved open the apartment door, kicking off my boots that were starting to dig into my feet. It felt so good to be home instead of a tiny garage sweating my ass off. I lugged my guitar and amp back to my room trying to ignore the loud moans coming from Quinn's room. I set my instrument down in the little sacred corner I set up where it wouldn't be disturbed, making sure to keep my cords wrapped up. Now that I was finally in the semi-peacefulness of my room I could take off the clothes that seemed to be glued to me. I pulled off my shorts, taking my phone out of my back pocket. I hadn’t checked it in hours and i could see the screen full of notifications. One caught my eye in particular. I clicked on the little bell which opened up my snapchat. There was one photo notification from the username i didnt recognize from this afternoon. I was going to scream if it was a dick pic. I dont even know why i thought it was a good idea to listen to Lucas and accept the request.

I braced myself as i clicked on it, waiting for the worse, even closing my eyes a bit. But it wasn’t bad. In fact...it was just Johnny. Johnny?? I gripped my phone tighter, pulling it closer to my face to examine the cute puppy filter on his black and white selfie, a simple caption of ‘hey’ towards the bottom of the screen. I couldn’t help the smile that tugged on my lips. He looked incredibly cute and definitely less like an annoying fuckboy. My heart started beating faster as i realized i should respond to him. I looked like a mess and i had no idea what i should i take a picture of. My room wasn't that clean, my face was meh at best and it was way too early for ass pics. I stared into my full length mirror, accessing the damage of my makeup. With my crappy room lighting and the use of a hundred filters I could potentially pull off a worthwhile selfie to send.

I angled my phone from above and mulled through the filters, finding a cute cat one that smoothed out my face to an angelic glow and made me have giant doe eyes. When i was satisfied i snapped the pic and typed in ‘Hey yourself’ as the caption. I expected him to leave me on read for most of the night and moved onto the other notifications i had. There was a text message from Yuta showing off new hot pink rope he had gotten (one of my favorite colors), a text from Taeyong telling me that Quinn had left their vest there (which im sure he texted just to have an excuse to talk to me), and a comment from Ten on my latest instagram selfie i took at practice (when my makeup was not so gross). I went to work answering them making the minutes pass by, keeping my mind off the thought of waiting for Johnny’s response. Thankfully, the waiting was short lived.

It was another picture but this one wasn’t so innocent and cute. His shirt was halfway up his torso, exposing his abs and the trimmed line of hair that trailed below his belly button and disappeared under the waistband of his Supreme briefs that were barely covered by his sweatpants. They did no justice in hiding the thick bulge beneath. His caption this time was ‘wyd?’. I stared at the picture so intently that my eyes started to blur a bit. I hadn’t even noticed i was holding my breath until my chest struggled to expand. He was reminding me exactly why i ended up in his bed last night and why i still felt the ache in my thighs.

I wasn't going to snap him back this time. No way. I knew exactly what he was doing- just trying to get me back in his bed. I wasn't going to fall for it. I was going to let him think that i wasn't desperate and let him suffer. I set my phone face down on my bed and pulled off my fishnet stockings and my shirt, tossing them in my hamper. I whipped off my bra and pulled on the tank top i had earlier, returning to my comfy pj state. Flopping onto my mattress, i laid back and reached for the headphones that always resided beside my pillow. They were my prized possession, complete with perfect outside noise cancellation. I opened up my spotify and hit shuffle on one of my favorite albums, sighing contently as Quinn and Lucas’ moaning was finally blocked out. I set my phone on my stomach and closed my eyes. I could use another nap to be honest…

But first…

I opened up my snapchat again succumbing to the victory of being the last one to send a teasing picture. I put the hem of my tank top cheekily between my teeth while i pressed my boobs together, making them fuller and have optimum cleavage. My caption was just a response to his question; ‘nothing much. Hbu?’.

I was too damn weak for him. I knew what the hell was under his sweatpants already but somewhere deep in the back of my mind, no matter how much i tried to ignore it, i had been thinking about the way he felt inside me. The dull ache, his long fingers, every bite of his perfect teeth on my skin, the small growls that made every one of my hairs stand on end. I thought there wouldnt be a next time- That i would just have to chalk him up to another one night stand- but now i knew he was interested in something a little more and i could play my favorite game of cat and mouse.

I set my phone back on my stomach opting to focus on the music. My nails drummed against my phone case following the beat of the heavy bass. It felt like an internal clock was ticking, reminding me like an annoying little devil that I was desperate for a response. Minutes turned into a half hour, a half hour turned into  an hour. I gave up on my ability to wait when Lucas banged on my door, loud enough to shake me from half asleep stupor. He was asking me to drive him back to his dorm. I didn’t bother putting my shorts back on. Instead i trudged to the front door in just my panties, sliding on my flipflops as we made our way out to the parking lot. The both of us were yawning as we got into my car, the passenger seat was still all the way back from when he got in three days ago.

“Had fun?” I asked. I could tell he was getting drained. Having sex non stop was going to run him right into the ground. He and Quinn were always hot messes like that. And I got called the stuck up one because my relationships were slightly more calculated.

“Yeah…” He grumbled.

“How many you'd get out?”

“2...Quinn got 5.”

“Oh boy. Let me guess, you didnt eat since I fed you either, right?” He didn't answer. I sighed and took a right turn away from the dorms and towards the strip of fast food places downtown.

“Where you going?”

“To get you food.” I flicked him in the temple, making him wince. “You need to eat and stop thinking with your dick so much.”

“Yes, Eri.” He sighed as set his head on his open faced palm, staring out the window. I pulled into a Taco Bell, rubbing his knee to pull him out of his sleepy daze. He gave me his order which seemed to be a whole laundry list of calories and fat. I pulled up to the next window and automatically reached for my debit card only to realize that i had left it at the apartment inside my shorts.

“Fuck.” I whispered.

Lucas dug into his pocket and handed me his card from his wallet. I started to protest but he just gave me a small smile. “I owe you. Dont worry about it. Youre always taking care of me anyway.”

I took his card and handed it over to the employee, waiting for his order. I felt his warm hand slip into mine giving it a little squeeze. “Dont start that gay shit.” I joked. He was always so clingy, loving, and sweet and I...liked to suppress everything I could about my emotions. Somehow he always found a way to bring something caring and nurturing out of me. He was so far from home that within the year or so that Quinn and I had known him, we became his family. Sure we all fucked but it just...kinda worked that way. I could be his best friend and caregiver and we could also connect physically to a point where it was neutral. He knew i would never want a relationship with him and that was for the best.

“Dont lie, Eri. Somewhere between your big tits you have a heart and not some black void like you pretend to have.”

“Excuse you, you leave my black void alone. It's fine just the way it is. I'm going to keep it that way.”

“Admit it. In there you have love for me and Quinn. And probably Johnnnyyyyyyyy~”

“Oh, grow up.” I scoffed. “Besides he's the one who wants it more than i do. It was him who sent me the request this afternoon and he’s already sent me a slutty snap.” i replied, grabbing the bag of food from the worker and handing it over to Lucas.

“Ohhh so that’s who that was? Shocker.”

“Yeah, you knew it was him, you little shit.”

“I’m your wingman, babes. You'll thank me later.”

I pulled out of the drive through and headed back in the direction of his dorm building. “I doubt that but ok. I dont even know if i'm gonna fuck him again.”

“You will.” he replied before shoving a burrito in his mouth. I pulled up to the building shortly after, ignoring his little quip and setting myself in park.

“Here we are, kid.”

He swallowed hard, licking his fingers of cheese sauce. “Can i come over next weekend?”

“I'm gonna be busy with Yuta on Saturday so see what Quinn says.”

“Ugh, fine.” He leaned in close and gave me a soft kiss, holding it for a bit longer than usual. “See you around!” He got out the car, taking his bag of food and backpack with him. I waited until i saw him disappear into the building before taking off. My phoned buzzed from within my cup holder and i wondered if it was Johnny. I waited until i came across a red light before stealing a glance at my phone. My mouth went dry as soon i saw his username on my screen. I wanted to see what he had sent so bad but if it was too good i didnt want it to happen while i was in the car and distracted.

I zoomed down the street, my foot a little bit heavier on the gas pedal than necessary. I was home in a flash, almost drifting into a parking space before taking the steps to my apartment two at a time. I unlocked the door and rushed in, surprised to see Quinn hobbling out of their room.

“Now i know how you feel with Johnny. My thighs are killing me.”

“Speaking of Johnny.” I spat out excitedly. “He added me on snapchat and his last snap to me was him in sweatpants with his dick print all perfect and his abs out and shit. I wanted to die. And now he just sent me another one and since you’re done with Lucas you can see it.”.

“God i hope it's his dick. Will you let me see his dick? I want to see his dick.”

I shrugged and clicked on his notification. “i guess we'll see- holy fucking shit.”

I could barely see his face, only his lips curling into a smirk as his monstrous hand groped at his bulge, giving it a quick shake. God it was so gross yet here i was salivating over it. His caption was ‘thought about how good you felt’. The 10 second clip was gone almost instantly but the view was already ingrained in my mind.

“Well if youre not gonna go over there and fuck him i will.” Quinn said.

“I’d rather you kinda….didn't.” I  looked down at them as a little bit of awkwardness sparked between us.

They pouted and crossed their arms. “You're gonna hog all that to yourself?! That's so unfair!”

“Ok, i know were pretty open about who we fuck because were in the same social circle but we kinda share Yuta and Lucas already! And i'm pretty sure Taeyong is up my ass again too, so that’s three guys! Let me have this ONE.”

“Ugh!! You’re getting soft! Was his dick that good that it went straight to your head and made you loopy?! We’re supposed to use them and leave! That’s it.”

“I know! I mean i usually leave right after when I’m with Ten and Yuta, i dropped Taeyong entirely, and Lucas hangs around here constantly so i can’t do much about that. You're the one that usually kicks him out. I dont know...i just…”

“You like him?!”

“I do not! I just like his dick! And maybe his lips….and his eyes...and his arms. And his tummy is cute too. His butt looks suuuuper good and-”

“You're weak, Eri. Promise me you will only use him for his dick. He's a dumb fuckboy who doesn’t deserve you.” Quinn said.

“I know that! And it’s gonna stay that way. Trust me. I'm not even going to answer him back. I’m tired so i’m heading to bed. I’ve got an early class anyway.”

“Yeah you do that. Between Jae, Taeyong, and Lucas, i’m pooped. I'm gonna stay home tomorrow.”

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes their will to not do anything successful with college was irritating. “Ok well you do that. Just be quiet if you're going to stay up late.” i said as i disappeared into my room and curled up in bed. What i said was partially true; i wasn't going to answer Johnny back. Well not now at least. He made me wait an hour before answering me. I was petty enough to make him wait twice as long for my response. I decided to set a timer as a reminder to get up and take a cute pic of my ass. But first a quick nap would do me good.

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My alarm shook me out of my sleep, the heavy guitar riff scaring the crap out of me. I felt around for my phone groaning as i lifted my head off my pillow to shut it off. I blinked a few times bringing the time into view. It was 7:30 am. I totally missed my timer to respond back to Johnny and i didn't have time to take something sexy now. There were no other notifications from him either. I only had a few texts from my harem and a good morning selfie from Lucas. Glad he was actually going to class at least.

I forced myself out of bed and started getting ready. Shower, brushing my teeth, getting makeup on my face so i looked semi alive and like i didnt want to throw myself out a window. I picked out a random pair of leggings and a cut up band tee. That would suffice for today. I pulled on my worn out converses and grabbed my backpack, stuffing my headphones and laptop in it. I put some deodorant on and tossed it in my bag as well. I still had a decent amount of time to get to the commuters parking lot and head to the dungeon of journalism buildings. Once i got there, it only took a few minutes to find my classroom. It was a tiny box of a room with barely any air conditioning and older wooden desks. I plopped down in the middle aisle, already feeling my thighs stick to the chair.

Waiting for class to start was a pain. I was hungry and wanted coffee. I would maybe have some time to go to the Starbucks downtown before my next class. I didnt really have Starbucks money to spare but i needed a pick me up. Other students started shuffling in as the 9 o’ clock mark crept closer. Our professor still hadn’t shown up yet. The general consensus was 10 minutes without a teacher and you were free to leave. Please let me leave, i begged silently. If I didn’t cave in and get Starbucks I could sleep in a bit more in one of the quiet rooms in the library. I had some heavy decisions to weigh out within the next five minutes before I was able to book it.

I was watching the time tick on my phone when i saw a notification from snapchat. Oh fuck…It was Johnny. I opened it quickly, covering my phone just in case it was some sort of morning wood pic. I started wondering, just for a moment, if he slept in those sweats or completely naked. When i looked down at the picture it was actually of me sitting at my desk. The caption was ‘Ur not even gonna say hi? Lol’. I straightened up and whipped my head around trying to see where the fuck he was. I saw his smirk from the back right corner of the room, sunglasses over his eyes as he gave me a little head nod and stuck his tongue out. I whipped back around in my seat, trying to hide the blush that splattered across my cheeks.

Of course he would have class with me. Of fucking course. I had no idea what to do. Would this be awkward for us if we kept fucking? I could just ignore him for the entire semester. Pretend that any emotion towards him didn't exist and that we hadn’t fucked. While i was building my exterior facade into a sturdy wall my interior was crumbling with panic. I started furiously texting Quinn, even though i knew they weren't awake, just to get my internal screaming out. How was i supposed to get away from him now?! I had to look at those stupid gorgeous lips and thick thighs every single day of fall semester! All i could do was pray that the professor still didn't show up. My foot was furiously bouncing in anticipation of my freedom and potential to leave Johnny in the dust.

Unfortunately, i didn't get my wish. The professor came in then, huffing, puffing, and way too flustered. I set my head on the table and groaned, barely ready to suffer through the next hour and a half. Every once in awhile it would feel like Johnny was watching me but each time i looked back i was sure he was sleeping behind his sunglasses. He was probably up partying too late last night again. i caught him rubbing his eyes and yawning, looking so soft and sleepy. My lips tugged into a smile, that gooey, sickly sweet feeling returning to my stomach. I needed that to stop. I sighed and looked down at the syllabus that had been passed out. No one actually gave a crap about these. We just needed to know the due dates and what stupid projects we had. Time droned on but luckily we were let out a little early.

I stood up quickly, grabbing my bag and heading straight for the door, not bothering to look back to see if Johnny was on my tail. I got my answer either way when i felt an arm around my shoulders steering me towards the rows of rentable lockers. “So you are definitely ignoring me, right?” I heard him ask.

I groaned internally. “Not necessarily. I mean i couldn't just get up in the middle of class and ride your dick.” I kept myself in front of him, shuffling my weight from one foot to the other and gripping the strap of my backpack tightly.

“Definitely would have been better then going through another fucking syllabus. Like we dont know how to read.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, when’s your next class?”

“Why?” I asked curiously.

He looked around for a second before leaning against the lockers. “Wanna hook up again? I need a quickie.”

I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. “Oh you need one, huh? Damn, didn't think you'd be the needy type Johnny.”

He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Let me put it this way then. I want to fuck and you’re the only one that’s here right now. Hows that sound?”

“Sounds like you're still thirsty from when I didn't answer your snap last night.”

“Don't know why you're playing hard to get when you weren’t that hard to get in my bed on Saturday.”

“And you definitely aren't hard to wrap around my finger.” I shot back, glaring at him as our bodies edged closer to each other.

“I’m hardly wrapped around your finger.” His almost hissed as he leaned in.

“You're here wanting to fuck me again, aren't you?” I crossed my arms and smirked up at him, knowing I had bested him in his little shade contest.

He dragged his tongue over his teeth and scoffed.  He looked away for a second, probably trying to recoup his ego. “Look, you want it or nah? I don’t have time to waste”

I got my phone out of my bra and flicked on the screen, pretending to see if I had enough time for him. My next class still wasn’t for another hour and a half. I could squeeze in a quickie. Besides if this perked me up then I could save a few bucks on coffee. I let out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I have some free time. You got a condom?”

He patted his shorts, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket before flipping it open and checking the money pocket. “Yep.”

“I’m not about to fuck you with some old ass condom you’ve had in your wallet since you were like 16.”

“I just put it in there the other day, stupid. Anyway, where you wanna go?”

“Third floor has private bathroom. Normally that floor is pretty empty until later on in the afternoon. Follow me.”

I slipped in front of him, trying my best to make sure he had a view of my ass in the leggings that left little to the imagination. Besides if I lead the way I wouldn’t have to struggle as much to keep up with his long strides. We maneuvered up the stairs, flowing around the clog of students shifting classes. When we got to the third floor it was mostly clear as I had expected but I still looked around to see if anyone would possibly notice us. Johnny didn’t care, however. He sprinted ahead of me, swinging the door open the to single stall. “Come on already. No one’s gonna see.”

I sighed and scurried over to him, bouncing into the room and rushing him to close the door. He rolled his eyes as he set his backpack down and locked the door. “What? You think we’re gonna get in trouble out something? A bathroom isn’t the same as the student affairs office.”

“Shut up, asshole. I just want to be sure no one is going to interrupt us is all. I don’t have time to hear you whining about blue balls or some shit.”

“Whatever, scaredy cat. Let’s get this over with.” He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it by his backpack.

“Let’s get this over with? You know I can just leave you here to jerk off if that’s how you’re gonna be.”

“Yeah but you wont.” He grabbed the strap of my backpack and forced me close to him, my head almost ramming into his chest. I braced myself against him, about to bombard him with profanities when his hands cupped either side of my face. His head came down to connect our lips and I melted then, hungry to satisfy my addiction that already developed for his sensual kisses. I clung to his waist tight as we melded together. His tongue slipped out to massage my own, sucking it into his mouth to control every aspect of our tangle. He retreated his hands from my face and worked to shove my backpack off and drop it beside us. I had begun to claw at the waistband of his shorts while he grabbed a hold of my hair. His other hand rested on the small of my back, making sure i was crushed against him. My breath was barely able to escape with how close we were and his lips not breaking from mine. I managed to pop open the button of his fly while he moved us backwards, trapping me between his well built frame and the bathroom wall. I pulled away finally, gulping down air that he threatened to take away again.

“You like shoving me against shit, don’t you?” i panted heavily.

He licked his lips, lowering himself even more to kiss at my neck. “I like having you exactly where i want you. Plus, it's hot to see you stand on your tiptoes just to try and kiss me.”

“I'm pretty sure you just like me being short because my mouth is closer to your dick.”

“I mean that too.” He chuckled lowly before wrapping his lips around my collarbone to draw blood to the surface. “We can test that out if you want.”

“If i'm good at giving head?”

He small groan against my shoulder. “Yeah. That.”

“Well…” I grabbed onto his shoulders and shoved him back, switching our positions to have him pinned to the wall. “I haven't had any complaints yet.” Johnny looked a little surprised, yet excited at the prospect of me sucking him off. His eyes were fixated on me, on my lips, as i trailed passionate kisses down his stomach and nipped at his iliac's crest. In a split second, his shorts were around his ankles and my knees followed them to the ground. I was mostly confident in my ability to pleasure him until a sickening feeling started bubbling in my mind. How the hell he was even remotely going to fit into my mouth? I could barely take him inside me without minutes on end of preparation. Now he expected me to shove him down my throat? I swallowed hard when the outline of his dick trapped in his boxer briefs stared me down.

“You just gonna sit there or-?” he snapped.

I realized he had been waiting for me to start. My heart was thundering already as I tried to conceive of a way to swallow him down comfortably. I sighed internally and just decided to bite the bullet. I rested my hands on his hips kissing the outline of his cock through his underwear. His breath stilled as his eyes closed and his head dipped back ever so slightly. I kissed the head of his cock, sucking gently and tonguing around the thickness. My hands wandered from his hips to his ass, grabbing a hold of his firm cheeks. I heard him let out a small laugh before pulling my hands away, making me pout.

“What's up with you girls and my ass? Ya”ll are always grabbing it.” he said.

“Not for nothing but it’s pretty cute and if you want me to enjoy sucking your dick even more, you should probably let me do it.” I yanked my hands from his and pulled down his underwear swiftly, revealing what made me scared yet lustful. He was rolling his eyes, preparing to retort with another quip when i wrapped my lips fully around his head. He exhaled softly instead, making the easiest of thrusts into my mouth as he started getting hard. My mouth was expanding to accommodate being fuller and I tried swallowing around him, inching my way down gradually. My eyes were already squeezed shut, my chest heaving as i forced myself to breathe through my nose.

The groan that came out of him was definitely a bit louder and deeper than what i heard during our last hookup. It was followed by a much softer ‘keep going’ as his long fingers came to rest on my shoulder. His thumb stroked my jugular, keeping me steady against him. My body relaxed a bit more as i felt the warmth of his hand so close to my neck. I was leaning into him again, wanting to feel the constriction of my air supply. I was able to swallow down more, barely half way but better than what i expected. I worked a hand around his base, giving a small squeeze before starting rhythmic strokes. My fingers met my lips as I flowed between sucking and stroking, trying my best to coax those rumbly groans out of him once more.

His thumb finally pressed into the front of my throat and I could feel the pressure every time i swallowed back. My grip on his ass tightened my nails digging into the muscles and leaving small marks behind. I wrapped a small moan around the tip of his cock as I felt the beginning drops of precum coat my taste buds. He hissed softly as he slipped the condom from his pocket into my hand. “Hurry…”

I smirked, releasing him from my mouth and tearing the foil open. “Still so needy, Johnny~”

He turned his eyes away from me. “Just hurry up and make me cum.”

“Hah, funny. I'm the one who should be cumming before you, asshole.”

“If you earn it.” He guided my hand towards his dick, commanding me to roll the condom on. 

I scoffed, pinching the tip of the rubber as i rolled it down his shaft. “If I earn it? You’re seriously bad at trying to be the one in charge.” I lied. His sharp tongued quips and deep tone was sending shivers down my spine. I wanted him to control me, command me, and have me fight tooth and nail against him.

Johnny grabbed me by my arms, hauling me up to my feet and harshly pulling down my leggings. I couldnt even say anymore before his fingers were down my panties. His middle finger was coyly circling my entrance and I knew he was just trying proving his point. Specifically, when his finger made one slow drag up to my clit before sliding back down again. “You were saying?”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Instead of annoying me with your smart ass mouth and your boring repeated tricks, why don’t you repay the favor by eating me out?”

He looked down at me, wrinkling his nose in a face of disgust. “Nah, i'm cool.”

Excuse me?? What? Did he really just deny eating me out? What kind of nonsense was that?!

“Why not? I literally just sucked your dick. It's the least you could do.” i almost growled. I would have much rather had him go down on me and not be such a jerk about it. Maybe i was spoiled. Every single one of my other partners would do it for me, from Taeyong to Quinn to Lucas and everyone in between. Johnny was the worst exception and my mind still toyed with the idea of leaving him here to get off on his own. I felt his finger dip into me again, trying to distract me from my tirade of angry thoughts. I hated him for all the convincing he was doing by filling me with his thick long fingers, furling and unfurling at a pace that made me squirm against him. My anger was slowly dissolving and my hips were grinding into his palm with each thrust. His breath brushed against my ear while his other hand tugged on the hem of my tee.

“Off, now.” He purred against me.

His command was better and more convincing this time. The timbre of his voice made my thighs clench just a bit and brought out the worst in my bratty personality. “Make me.”

I didn’t expect him to laugh in my face. “What are you, twelve? Just take it off.”

“Shut up! You're the one trying to command me and shit!.”

“I thought that's what you liked? Or is that only when you're tied up with your legs open?” He pulled his fingers out of me, my juices glistening under the fluorescent lighting. I stared at them, my tongue coming to drag over my bottom lip as tension filled the minimal space between us. I swallowed back when i saw the way he was looking at me, irritated yet primal in a way. He gave another tug on my shirt and i didnt question it this time. I pulled it over my head, along with my bra, and dropped it to the floor, never taking my eyes off him as he gripped my chin and pushed his cum covered fingers passed my lips.

The way he filled my mouth so easily had me clawing at his waist to keep him against me. My tongue worked over each digit, sucking my taste off before forcing myself down to his knuckles. His brows furrowed as he watched, concentrating on every movement and the way I grabbed at his wrist as if I was pleading to never pull away. I did however manage to regain myself enough to send a taunting question his way. “Remember when you said you were going to finger me so hard you would have me cumming in minutes? That didn't happen last time. Gonna make up for your lie?”

“i wasn’t lying but since you want to test me so bad bend over the fucking sick then, smartass.”

He shoved me towards the sink so fast that I struggled to kick off my converses and leggings so i wouldn't trip. I grabbed onto the sides of the sink, glaring back at Johnny through the mirror that was bolted above it. “You don't have to push me.”

“Aw baby,” he cooed as he lifted my knee onto the edge of the sink. “Dont lie, i know you love this. I’m gonna make you cum all over my cock.”

“Pause. Big pause. Don’t ever, and i mean, EVER say that. It's gross and literally the most unsexy thing someone could ever say.”

He shrugged, his voice dropping in tonality. “Usually girls want me to say shit like that.”

“Get it through your thick skull that i’m not one of your little chickenheads. What works for them doesn't do shit for me. Just...be yourself.” I sighed as I squared my shoulders and looked back at him. “Ok?” I said softly.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “What fucking ever.” He was back to his cocky attitude then but for a split second i could see a small shift in his eyes. Maybe it was doubt or him softening up a bit through me calling him out. I hoped it got through to him or else i'd have to use one of Ten’s ball gags every time i was with him.

He resumed his impatient plunges, as if nothing had transpired, discarding whatever feelings that were passing through his thoughts. He pressed his chest into my back, forcing me to stay bent over the small bowl. The pressure of his body against mine continued to build up and overwhelm my endorphins. I braced my hand against the mirror, the heat from it fogging into a print. God, he was such an asshole for making me feel this good.

He gathered my hair in his fist, tugging slightly to angle my head towards the mirror so i could see the smirk on his reflection.“You know i think i like it better when you don't talk either.”

I gave him a spiteful glare as our eyes chased one another before his tongue dove to place lavish licks across my throat. My shoulders tensed at the sensation, fighting to give into carnal desires that seemed to flare up whenever I was with him.

He placed more bites between my shoulder blades mixing them with the still fresh marks from our previous escapade. He joined his destruction of my skin's surface with the curling of his fingers again, pressing the pads of his fingertips against the sensitive area within me. My lips clasped into a impenetrable wall, sealing in my moan while his were flowing freely into my shoulders. I felt his cock burying into my back, the friction of my squirming leading him into torment. My supporting leg seemed to lift up on its own, bringing me to my tip toes, making him get as deep as he could. The torture ceased when i finally gave into his claim, my first orgasm shocking me as it had in fact hit me in minutes. I almost believed i could snap the sink in half with how utterly amazing his fingers were.

My head dipped low as i sank back, trying to recover before he worked me up again. I wanted to rest my propped up leg down on the ground but Johnny kept it pinned in place. He didnt let me have a moment to myself. Instead he vanished inside me so breathtakingly fast that my gasp surrounded us in echoes. His hand forced an iron grip on my hip while his muscles worked to piston into me. I leaned back against his shoulder reminding me of the climax of our first fuck. My eyes were fluttered closed, lips parted and waiting to feel his tongue overrunning mine. The small teasing nibbles to my lips that turned into rumbling bites were enough to make me weak.

Mewls, curses, and begs circulated between us Then it was over. He pulled away without an explanation, a pattern he was performing all too familiarly. He busied himself with kicking off his shoes and stumbling out of his shorts. I knew he hadnt cum yet and i need that deep stretch between my thighs and that radio voice to make me drip. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for his next move. “Well?”

He showed nothing more than calculated movements to pull me up into his arms, keeping me between his chest and the wall anew. There wasn’t any struggle to lift me, not even so much as a grunt when the muscles in his arms flexed to support my legs and my ass. I watched every inch of him tense; his legs square and steady, his chest rising and falling with each heavy inhale, and his shoulder blades pinching inwards. He was literally beautiful and i despised it. He was making my brain feel as if it was stuck in the clouds and was never going to clear itself of the fog.  He had spread me out for him, my legs dangling over his striated forearms,

I felt him then, his shaft riding between my lower lips to coat himself in my wetness. It was opposite of the rushed thrusts he had moments ago that made my stomach burn. The ridge of his head ghosted across my clit with each upward motion reminding me that the simplistic move was enough to bring me closer to insanity. That sensation was my favorite thing in the world and i ached for more. I held onto his shoulders, stabilizing myself as i inched my hips to meet his in an unwavering continuation of my satisfaction. His eyes flickered down at me, that smug look mocking me. Why did he know how to tease me so well?

I wanted to shove his face away from me but instead i dipped a hand down from his shoulder, my nails scraping against his torso. His eyes followed my fingers, getting wide as he found them spreading myself open for him. I could see his adam's apple bob with a hard swallow. “Fuck...” He shuddered. I felt my back slide down the wall as his hold on me wavered for a second. He hiked me up, repositioning me as he got a hold of himself. He was at a better angle now and the tip of his cock was already pushing past my entrance. I rested my head against the wall trying to distract myself from the way my already sore thighs were shaking and instead concentrate on the returning thrusts.

The slow sweet feeling got my body on edge just as much as the fast pace plowing did. I could feel myself tingling, shuddering each time his head caught a sensitive spot within my walls. Johnny dripped kisses across my breasts as his tongue teased tantric circles around my nipple before capturing it between his plush lips. My back arched, my breast filling his mouth enough for him to bite the swell of it. My breath hiccuped as i felt the sting of his teeth grazing against my skin. I wanted to see the after effects of those perfect rows when i thought of him later on tonight. He kissed at the indentations, creeping his way back up to my neck. 

His motions switched to a rough slam that had his hips forcing me back against the clammy wall as i clutched onto him for dear life. The calculated and harsh thrusts were powerful enough to drive feelings out of me that i preferred to keep repressed. It didn't help at all when his husky fervored radio voice finally groaned in my ear, “Fuck, Eri….you feel so good.”

In my head i was begging him not to stop though all i could get out was little squeaks as my nails etched streaks into his back. He hissed as i clenched around him with as much strength as i could muster, spurring the morphing jagged stutters of his hips faster. Our lips met in a rougher kiss once more, teeth clashing and moans interrupting each grab of our tongues. He was stretching me as he throbbed until the ever euphoric feeling flushed over us together. Our bodies had somehow managed to sync our orgasms which shocked me into silence. Johnny pressed his forehead into my shoulder as he slowed down, riding out the last aching feeling between us. I was tingling all over, my limbs feeling like tv static, as a wave of warmth washed over my skin. Everything about this was a mystery I had to unravel. It was new and different. I had never cum at the same time as my partner before. I always thought it was an enigma that only appeared in movies and tv shows. Now that I was experiencing it I had no idea what to do or say. I looked up at him as i tried to gather myself.

“Shit...uh…” What did you say to someone who made you feel so painstakingly good?

He pulled out of me gently before setting me down on my unstable legs. I diverted my eyes from him and managed to catch my reflection in the mirror. New hickies were all over me flowing with the others and the teeth marks on my chest made the skin tender. The fatigue was setting in hard and i was harshly reminded of the warm September weather that the shitty air conditioning in this building couldn't keep up with. I wanted to shower then sleep forever, maybe with him in my bed.

That minuscule daydream ended as i saw him tossing out the used condom and getting dressed. He was cold and distant like i usually was after a quick fuck..

“See ya.” He said as he pulled his shirt back over his head and grabbed his backpack. I gave him the finger as the door shut behind him, cursing under my breath. I was pretending that it wasn’t phasing me that he was leaving me out in the cold again. I turned on the faucet and ran some water over my neck and chest, trying to cool myself down. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail before wiping the cum that was now making me uncomfortably wet from between my thighs. Getting dressed was a painful ride that i was sure to carry onto my shift at work later on. I took a deep breath before opening the door and sliding back out into the world, less horny but still feeling incredibly reckless.

--

Johnnys POV

I unlocked the door to the apartment, sighing deeply as i still felt the scratches from earlier beneath my backpack. They had bothered me all day during my shift and I had half a mind to curse Eri out. I dropped my backpack to the floor, grateful to get rid of the weight and kicked off my work boots. I ran my fingers through my hair as i took off my hat, setting it on the hook by the door along with my keys. Jae was sprawled out on the couch seeming to have done nothing all day. “Hey dipshit.”

“‘Sup, asshole.” he replied.

“I’m fucking starving.” I announced as i headed over to the kitchen. I opened the freezer and took out the frozen pizza i had been thinking about all day. I had barely eaten since i had started my shift this afternoon and at this point i would eat everything if our fridge wasn’t so empty.

“Hey i got you something.” I heard Jae call out as i tore open the box and pulled out the pizza.

“What?”

“Look.”

I turned back to see a little plastic baggie dangling from his fingers. I rushed back to him snatching it up. “Fuck! Where'd you get this from? Matt?”

“Yeah, i managed to have enough for the good shit.”

“Thank fuckin' god because Josh kept giving us mostly stems.” I replied. “I'm gonna put some food in the oven in a sec, if you wanna share.”

He nodded. “What are you making?”

“Pizza, i dont think we have another one but ill double check. Oh, we need screens.” I headed into my room for a moment, grabbing my bowl off my dresser and searching for the screens i had….somewhere. I opened my drawer and moved some of my underwear around, searching for the stupid little envelope. “For the love of tits, where is it? JAE! You got any screens left?”

“Fuck if i know.” he called back.

Thanks for helping, asshole. I went to check my desk drawer, pushing aside some of my sd cards, lighters, and notebooks until I finally found the tiny manilla envelope with the mesh screens for the bottom of my bowl. I went back to the living room and handed them over to Jae. “You wanna get it ready? Im gonna put the pizza in.”

He sat up and grabbed his grinder that was on the coffee table. “Yep. Can we use your good lighter? Mine barely has any juice left.”

We always use my good lighter. I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my annoyed sigh. I couldn't be too picky. He did get me good weed after all. “Yeah, no problem, bro.” I left him to work and shuffled back to the kitchen, getting out a cookie sheet and slapping the pizza on it, sans plastic. I looked in the freezer to see if we had anything else I could whip up. There was some left over frozen fries and onion rings. I shrugged and dumped them onto the cookie sheet, shoving the pizza aside a bit. That was good enough. I tossed it in the oven and set the timer for like 20 minutes.

I sat down beside Jae on the couch just as he was lighting the bowl, taking in a big inhale before handing it to me. I did the same, waiting a bit before exhaling, my eyes resting on the rerun of Rick and Morty he had put on. I thought about telling him what happened between Eri and I this afternoon. We normally told each other about who we fucked but i felt like i wasn't going to hear the end of his bitching if I did. Oh well. I had a mental shrug before taking another hit. “So….i fucked Eri again today.”

“Damn, for real?” He looked over at me in disbelief, shaking his head a bit. “I knew you were whipped for her.”

“Fuck off, i am not. She’s just you know…hot.” As in ridiculously cute even though she was not the usual type i went for. “And she has nice tits.” As in they fit so perfectly in my hands and i wish i could hold them all day, that i could hold her all day… “And shes tight as fuck, to be honest.” As in, i could hardly give a shit about that but she feels so damn good that my mind just turns to mush when im inside her. “Oh, and shes good at giving brain.” As in, her lips are literally a gift to this damn world and all i could think about was kissing them...but also yeah, she gives good brain too.

“Damn, her pussy must be that special to end your one night stand streak then. What happened to ‘only get her snap or instagram so she cant call you’, or ‘only ask for nudes’, or ‘fuck her and leave and dont ever text her back’?”

“The dick wants what the dick wants, bro.” I said before taking another hit. I really wished she would get out my head. I was stuck with her though. For an entire semester i had to stare at the way she twirled her hair around her finger as she tried to look back at me and hope that i didnt notice. I noticed it all and it only made it worse. Everything about her was frozen in my head like a damaged vhs tape caught in the same scene. Even at work i was fucking up coffee orders because i would remember the little moans she made in my ear or some other gay shit. Sometimes i would think about tracing my fingers over her tattoos and seeing what other things turned her on. I hated this. I needed to separate myself from her. Sleeping with her again was a mistake.

“You good or are you just spacing out from the weed?” Jae laughed.

I blinked quickly and looked at him, suddenly coming out of my funk. I had no idea how long I spaced out for or however many hits i took. It was kind of an unconscious motion at this point. I laughed nervously trying to cover up that i had been thinking about Eri. “Oh yeah, haha. Shit's good. I'm gonna check on the food ok?”

“I think the timer went off.” He shrugged as he packed another bowl. I went to check the food, taking my phone with me. I was secretly hoping that i would have a snap from Eri. There was nothing. I should've been happy because it meant i could cut ties and not have her in my room again (or bathroom for that matter). But a feeling in my stomach kept tugging. It was if my gut was telling me to just take the chance and message her again. We barely talked otherwise. Even today i just left her in the bathroom because it was what i was used to even though I felt like I should’ve said more. That orgasm was fuckin’ insane-better than anything I had ever had before. Maybe one more little hook up wouldn’t kill me. No. I was starting to break my own rules.

I wanted to slam my head against the wall with all this back and forth bullshit in my mind. I needed to smoke more; until my head got foggy, my eyes blurry, and i could laugh this feeling away. I opened the oven and stared at the food for awhile, trying to gauge if everything was cooked without actually touching it. I cocked my head to the side, watching the slow bubbling of the pizza cheese and listening to the sizzle of the fries that were just starting to crisp.

“Is it done?!”

I stepped back from the oven, wiping away the sweat on my forehead that had started to accumulate from being in front of the heat for so long. I looked around for a potholder, finding it on the floor because Jae could never pick anything up. I pulled the tray out and grabbed a plate for myself. “Come get your own shit!”

I grabbed a knife and started hacking away at the pizza, trying to get it into slices. I was so focused on trying to unstick it from the tray i almost didnt notice the two quick vibrations that went off as my phone screen flashed on. I tried not to look at it right away since Jae was making his way over to the kitchen. If i didn’t play it cool he would go back to bitchin’ about me hooking up with Eri again. He started picking off fries from the tray, opening and closing his mouth to try in get cold air in, instead of waiting for it to cool like a normal human being. Meanwhile, I managed to get half a slice of pizza unstuck and dropped it onto my plate before joining it with some onion rings. I picked up my phone, making sure Jae was too engrossed with eating to see what Eri had sent me.

It was a picture of her neck and shoulders. The new hickies from today that had amassed into a weird purple splotch on her skin. Her caption was ‘can you not? I do have to go to work you know lol’. I smirked. Seeing them all over her made me feel something. Like i had marked my territory? Eww no. That sounded gross. Maybe i liked seeing a reminder of me on her? It was feeding into my thoughts of ‘maybe she was thinking about me too’. My thumbs hovered over my keyboard for a solid minute. I didnt want to sound like an idiot or worse, a desperate idiot.

Text me when ur free?

I hit send in the chat section then typed out my number. I never did that. Never fucking ever. I was kicking myself mentally already. She wasn’t going to text back. I set my phone in my pocket and pulled off more pizza from the tray and went to the couch, alternating between eating, smoking, and feeling my body start to give into sleep. “Dont sleep on the couch.” I yawned at Jae, seeing him start to slump over on the armrest.

“I’m chill. I had a productive day of not giving a fuck and staying home. Go snap your girlfriend.” he laughed.

“Go text yours.” I got up and shuffled to my room, slamming the door behind me. I tossed my phone onto my bed and took off all my clothes, kicking them towards the giant pile of laundry on my floor. I shook off a condom wrapper that stuck to my foot then fell face first into the mattress. My body felt heavy. I hoped i would stay asleep through the night this time and wake up not needing 4 Americanos to start the day. I felt a vibration through my bed and poked my head up from my pillow.

I guess im free

Dumbass

I immediately saved her number.

Cool

Slut

I could feel a smile start to form on my lips and i shoved my face back into my pillow. If i suffocated myself enough i’d end my misery. I wouldn't need to wait for my heart stop beating so fast if i was dead. Minutes passed by and there wasn’t another message. I waited just a bit longer, until my eyelids felt heavy and i dove deep into the void.

The void was sometimes peaceful but it never really lasted long. There were times where it shifted into an ocean and made me choke on the waters of my mental distress. Other times it was a sterile room, bright and menacing. It housed my body on a slab that couldn't move, my mouth wired shut and my inability to scream permeating my mind until all i did was panic. The worst of times it was a monster that sucked me back into a realm of corrupted childhood innocence and i could never escape the horrors of being chased. It felt so stupid that i could do all this to myself but never had a way to stop it. The fear was overwhelming, creeping through each nerve until all that was left was the suffocating silence and the streaks of tears on my cheeks that smothered me in emotions that were usually locked away and buried under time and ignorance. I was fading into a forgotten mess and still trying to claw my way up, reaching for absolutely anything that could pull me out.

“Hello?....Johnny?”

I gasped as my body yanked upright. My room was stuffy and heated. My sheets stuck to my sweat drenched body, clinging like a second skin. I looked down at my hands that were slowly coming into view as i blinked away tears.

“Johnny???”

I looked around in the darkness of my room. I had no idea where that voice was coming from. Was i just imagining things? Was i even actually awake? I spotted my phone, the screen glowing as it showed an ongoing call to Eri. I picked it up, trying to even out my breath. “H-hello?”

“Dude, its like 4am. Why are you calling me?” she sounded groggy and irritated.

“So-sorry. I uh...i think i might've rolled over onto my phone and dialed you. Didn't mean to wake you.”

“You sound out of breath. Did you call me while you're fucking someone?!”

“No...seriously i’m not. I-i-i gotta go.” I hung up instantly, not wanting to dwell in my weakness. I didn't need her to know about my suffocating anxiety forced night terrors. I didn't need anyone to know about those. I wasn't sure if i rolled over onto my phone or picked it up and dialed her in my sleep. I assumed i had done it more so on accident. Who knows how much thrashing i did this time. I laid back down, kicking off the sticky blankets and instead focusing on the dozens of messages i had missed in the group chat since i had fallen asleep.

--

The Boys Group Chat

Jae: the king has been bested lol

Taeyong: ohhh shit what happened now?

Jae: the one night stand turned into another fuck

Ten: wait he fucked eri again????

Jae: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Jae: yup

Ten: holy shit

Taeyong: holy shit is right

Taeyong: thats like...

Taeyong: i mean hes never done that

Jae: not since we became friends

Jae: its been like 2 yrs since we met too

Ten: oh how the mighty have fallen

Johnny: can yall not???

Johnny: like i can literally read everything youre sending

Johnny: i havent fallen anywhere

Ten: hell yeah you have. Youre literally trapped now

Johnny: im not fucking trapped. Its done and over with. Were not gonna fuck again

Yuta: ok bro whatever u say tbh

Johnny: get out of here yuta

Yuta: 👅👅👅👅👅👅

Taeyong: dont listen to them. Ten and yuta drool over her every time she comes near them. Theyre like addicted or something

Taeil: ive seen you commenting a few times on her ig ty. Seems like theyre not the only ones addicted

Taeyong: ive literally just liked a few of her posts! So fucking what? That doesnt mean anything!

Taeil: you were literally staring at her at the party

Taeyong: yeah because you were trying to do your innocent boy schtick!

Ten: ty no matter how much you want to deny it you want her too

Johnny: shes literally not that great. I was just horny today after class. Yall need to chill

Jae: ok but if you hook up with her a third time then we know ur for sure whipped

Johnny: fucking choke. Pls.

Yuta: once you get used to her she aint so bad

Johnny: im cool. Trust.

Ten: hes too vanilla for her lolol

Johnny: fuck off. At least i dont have to like strangle myself to get off

Ten: awww chokings fun j-suh. Im surprised she hasnt asked you to do it yet

Johnny: well i mean like

Johnny: she kinda leaned into my hand a bit

Johnny: on saturday i mean. But it was weird so i just moved it

Ten: lmaooooo pussy

Yuta: dude just do it. She just gets this look in her eyes and its fucking insane

Jae: can yall not right now? Im about to puke

Taeil: im sure shes fine having normal sex. You act like every waking moment with her has to be kinky

Johnny: i havent had any complaints yet either

Taeil: yet? As in youre actually planning for another time? Lol

Johnny: GOOD NIGHT ASSHOLES

ten: #whipped

Yuta: #johnnyiserisbitch

Jae: then what does that make u two?

Yuta: her fuckin doms, dumbass 😂😂😂

Jae: what does that even mean????

Taeyong: even i know what that means jae damn. How dumb are you?

Jae: its just weird! Idk!

Yuta: it means when ten and i fuck her we control everything about her

Taeil: jfc

Ten: its a gift what can i say

(Downloading picture)

Johnny: Yuta are you fucking serious rn bro?

Taeil: Did you really take a picture of her tied up and gagged?

Yuta: lmao yeah. why fckn not? its hot

Johnny: how many pics of her do you have?

Yuta: lol so fucking many

Ten: ive got videos too 😏😏

Yuta: i mean theyre all up for grabs in case you want em 😜

Taeil: dont you think you shouldn't be sending those without her permission?

Yuta: i can dm u them

Taeil: yeah tbh

Taeyoung: youre just as bad as everyone else

Taeil: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Johnny: cut it out

Ten: boo yall are no fun at all

Yuta: anyway just dont fuck her again or else ull get trapped

Johnny: like you two are?

Ten: guilty tbh

Yuta: mood

Jae: yall need to sleep

Jae: asap

Jae: and stop bugging me

Taeil: mute the damn chat duh

Johnny: i gotta get back to bed too

Johnny: morning shift tomorrow

Taeyong: wack but same

Taeyong: ill see you guys

Ten: nighty nighty tae tae😚😚😚

Jae: ten ur gay is showing. No homo

Ten: literally all the homo. Anyway tell us again if you fuck eri

Ten: and ill let you know what happens on thursday ;)

Johnny: id rather not know and not fuck her again if ur gonna touch her

Taeil: i mean u basically already have so….

Johnny: shut up

Yuta: 😂😂😂😂

Yuta: dumbass

Taeil: im dipping out but ill let you guys know if she comes to the library ✌👅

Jae: eww dont talk about that

Taeyong: stop being such a kid and just go down on her

Johnny: off limits for damn sure

Ten: i'm telling you she wont keep you around if you dont

Johnny: good lets keep it that way

[tommyquackson]

Getting Me a Little Bit | t. holland | part 1

Not My Gif

summary: toms an angel but his life begins changing when he meets one of the most dangerous monsters he’s ever heard of, you. angel!tom and demon!au

warnings: angels, demons and supernatural creatures,

note: new series!!! mostly based of the song Horns by Bryce Fox because i love that song so much.

New York City was bright and alive at 2:57am on a Friday. It was almost the witching hour, which usually meant Tom would be in the safety of his apartment asleep by now, but his mission required him to be out tonight. He wasn’t exactly excited about it, but he was ready to do his job and carry out the will of God.

His mission was to gather info on a supposed succubus at one of the more popular clubs in NYC. As a field angel, Tom was to report back to the higher ups about what they found and then they’d intervene is necessary. He always felt a little disappointed at this aspect of the job, he wanted to be in the action, actually making a difference on Earth.

He straightens his collar as he walks up to the building entrance, there’s a long line to get in but Tom doesn’t plan on waiting, he’s got to get in there and fast. He takes one look at the bouncer and knows that this place is demon infested; only demons hire Leviathans as their bouncers. He gives himself a mental peptalk as he adjusts the bracelet that allows him to hide his angel form. He walks forward, doing his best to exude confidence and authority, despite having neither. The bouncer takes a look at him, eyebrows raising up, but Tom smirks and pulls out a necklace with a pentagram and a few other demonic symbols. He felt dirty just touching it, much less putting it on, but he needed to get in and blend in. The bouncer nodded and allowed him in, saluting him as Tom passes.

The club was much different on the inside, no doubt a few hexes and charms on the place to keep people coming in and staying. The strobe lights moved like hips across the sea of sweaty people dancing way too close together. It almost looked like a blue, red and green lightning storm, with the bass of the music as the thunder. Tom could feel is bones shake and his brain drum against his skull, he pushed it to the side and began surveying. He walked to the bar, looking around for any signs of the main succubus. He orders a vodka, but turns it to water as soon as he gets his angelic hands on it. He sits at the bar for a while, just watching and pretending to enjoy himself.

“You waitin for someone?” A voice drips sultry from his left side, he turns and sees a gorgeous women with large curly hair, and a tiny red dress on. She’s got a childish devil horn headband sitting in her hair, her nails are long and pointy and clearly fake but it adds to the appeal. She’s shorter than Tom but her heels make her legs look deliciously long. It takes Tom a moment to swallow the surprise in his throat.

“Uh, no, not waitin on anyone” He speaks, finally looking at her eyes, which are sparkling with mischief. She smirks and bites her lip, giving Tom a view of her canines that seem almost too sharp for a human. Of course, she’s a demon, maybe she has some info on the succubus.

“So, you’re looking for someone?” She feigns innocence and for a split second Tom almost believed it. He laughs at himself for even letting her almost trick him.

“Something like that, what’s your name” He smirks, trying his best to play her game, after all, he was supposed to convince these blasphemers that he was one of them.

“Y/n, whats yours pretty boy?” She tilts her head to the side, sipping out a drink that has seemingly appeared in her hand.

“Tom, whaddya say we go somewhere we can...talk” He looks down at her. She smiles widely, standing up straight and grabbing his hand.

“I know just the place” She speaks walking off and pulling Tom through the crowd of people dancing. He watches as she dances through people, still holding onto Toms hand, occasionally pushing her body against his when the crowd gets to dense for them to have breathing room. The finally step into the clear, and walk down a flight of stairs, passing couples in various positions on the way down. She pushes open a red door with a cartoon rendition of the devil as a baby.

Tom finally realizes that it’s her, she’s the succubus, now how does he get out of here without becoming a victim.

“Wow, you’re smart, what are you?” She walks backwards against the door, pulling Tom against her body.

“What do you mean?” He nearly gulps but tries his best to remain calm. She rolls her eyes and runs her hands up his shoulders. The act alone made Tom feel like he was forsaking his Father, he holds down the fear in his stomach.

“Oh come on, you found out I was a succubus, not only that, but you were looking for me, so what are you? A hunter?” She locks eyes with him and he feels himself forcing the answer to the forefront of his brain, he can’t help but blurt it out.

“Angel” He mentally screams at himself to stop speaking to this succubus.

“Oo, an Angel, never had one before. This could be fun” She grins then flicks a finger towards her and a chair slides across the floor and Tom is pushed into it. As he goes to protest, rope begins to quickly slither up the chair and tighten around his legs and wrist. She being slowly swaying her hips, causing Tom to focus on her body and only her body. His struggle seizes and he finds himself unable to form a coherent thought that has anything else to do with the succubus in front of him.

“Tell me Angel, d’you come here to kill me?” She speaks moving into his lap, ghosting red lips against his throat. He shakes his head no as hard as he can, he could never kill her, he wants nothing more than to please her.

“You were gonna tell on me Angel?” She says pouting at him, her eyes look so sad that Tom feels his gut wrench. He looks down at his lap, completely ashamed.

“S’okay Tom, I forgive you. You won’t tell on me anymore” She smirks, he shakes his head no again, looking up at her hopeful that he’s pleased her.

“You wanna know a secret Tommy?” She finally stands and walks around him a couple times.

“Please” he croaks out, his voice raspy.

“I’m not a succubus” She giggles dropping down to a squat in front of Tom. His face twists in confusion and he begins sputtering trying to puzzle what she could possibly be, she shows all signs of a Succubus. except the telekinesis, that’s more a demon thing.

“I’ll let you guess, here’s a hint. My daddy’s very high up, and i’ve got a pair of these” She practically whispers out, as she says it, two horns grow from her hair, slithering into shape of the horns on her headband. Her whole eyes have turned red, with flames dancing around. Her pupil had completely disappeared, making her eyes look much bigger.

He doesn’t get it for a second, like a riddle that takes a few seconds to solve. He thinks, running through the list of every higherup demon he can think of until it hits him. Demons don’t have horns, there’s only one that does, Lucifer. She’s the Devils daughter. Y/n smiles at the gasp Tom lets out.

“Still gotta feed on humans tho, mama was a succubus, what can I say” She chuckles and runs her hands up and down his thighs. He licks his lips and stares with his lips parted, breathing fast and hard.

“Ya know what Tom, I like you. I’m not gonna use you to feed. I’m gonna keep hanging out with you though, think we’d make great friends.” She states flicking her wrist, making the rope holding Tom down falls to the ground. She walks and sits on the bed, crossing her legs and bouncing her top foot.

“You’re letting me go?” He stutters, not quite believeing it. Maybe she likes a good chase, to hunt her prey.

“Sure am, gonna visit you all the time though. We can hang out like mortal friends do. Be a real cool duo.” She shrugs.

“I don’t think either of our fathers would appreciate that.” Tom speaks, that’s the longest sentence he’s been able to confidently say to her yet.

“Oh because our daddy’s are so present in our lives, please. You think i’d be here if my dad actually gave a shit about me. It’s clear you don’t wanna do this either, but you’re an angel so you may not question what the almighty says” She speaks the last part in a deep mocking voice. Tom has nothing to say, letting her know she’s telling the truth.

“Well, go on. I’ll see you soon, don’t stay long or I will feed on you. Haven’t fed tonight” She flashes her fiery red eyes and extended canines at him, jumpstarting his heart and making him almost jog up the steps and out of the hot and humid club.

As he steps out into the street, he breathes deep, confusion clouding his brain. Now that’s he’s nowhere near y/n, he realizes how wrong and purely evil this all is. He rips the necklace off of his neck and places his hands on his head. He should immediately go to his supervisors, but what can they do. Heaven and Hell would wage a mighty war of angels killed Satans daughter. He shakes his head, going back and forth through different scenarios the whole way home.

He gets inside his apartment and locks the door, though he decides to skip the protection protocols. He grabs a water and drinks it down quickly. He crawls into bed and the second before he falls asleep, he imagines y/n laying next to him, wishing him a goodnight.

-

Toms nose crinkles in his sleep, he’s lightly awaken by the smell of, pancakes? He squints his eyes trying to figure out what was going on. He stands and slowly creeps down the hall and into his kitchen. His breath stops when he’s greeted with the sight of y/n dressed in leggings and a red bleach stained t-shirt. She’s quietly humming as she flips pancakes and stirs eggs.

“Morning tommy,” She sings without turning around.

“Uh, what’re you doing here?” He mumbles looking around to see if anyone else is present.

“think that’s pretty obvious angel, i’m cooking breakfast” She finally turns around, a glowing smile on her face and of Tom didn’t know any better, he’d think she was an Angel herself, except for the horns slightly peeking out of her bouncy curls, they look messier than last night but beautiful nonetheless.

“I didn’t know you were serious, uh last night” He gives in, sitting at the table in the kitchen.

“Course I was, don’t worry, I made sure none of your superiors were here before I showed up.” She winked at him, placing a plate of food in front of him.

Tom has to admit it looks and smells delicious. He’s not one for eating a lot, he has no real reason but he enjoys it every now and then again. She sits across from him and begins eating her plate.

“So, what are your plans for the day?” She asks so casually, it almost tricks Tom to believe they’re a completely domestic and mortal couple.

“I have to go to a mission report meeting, about the uh succubus” He gulps down his food and struggles through the sentence.

“Can I go with you?” She asks and tom almost chuckles before he sees her face and realizes she’s serious.

“I can’t, how would I explain you?” He says eyes wide, he knows that you’re not gonna back down to going.

“I’m an angel, i’m on a long term mission to prove that there’s demons in the NYC government.” She says matter of factly. It’s obvious she put thought into this.

“They’d never believe that, they’ll want to see your records and-“

“You already know I can be very persuasive. As long as they look into my eyes I can be whatever I want and they’ll believe, all under the assumption that they’ve come up with the info themselves. Angels are egotistical and very easy to convince.” She shrugs and stands to clean her plate. “Also, i’m not asking you, i’m coming either way. Gotta make sure my club stays out from under your radar.” She winks at Tom.

He puts his head in his hands and sighs deeply,

“Fine but you have to” He looks up at her and sees her now dressed in white jeans and a light blue sweater. Her horns have completely sunk into her hair and her nails are now short and bare.

“Change? Way ahead of ya angel” She smiles walking out of the kitchen and moves towards his room. He quickly stands and follows her, grumbling about how much trouble he’s going to be in of her plan doesn’t work.