#ju likes nothing messy and gross

[iwaasfairy]

congrats on 15k fairy!!! everytime you say you've reached a milestone I've always wondered how you didn't have more followers by now and I'm still wondering hehe.

also if possible for the drabble event,, maybe the reo mikage sugar daddy one? i think I had sent in an ask before a year back and i remember discussing it w u but I don't exactly remember what it was 😭😭

Thank yoUUU so much sweetheart!! And I vaguely remember yes!! Can’t believe it’s already been a year omg pAnfjfjfjfj ♡ I made it a little cesty bc reo is just my fav when he’s niichan flavoured

tw sugar daddy, incest, degradation and praise

He’s above you, seated on the couch as you’re on the floor, knees cold and bruised but grateful nevertheless. Reo nii always is elevated above you, it feels like, and not just because of his taller stature. It’s just the natural inclination of being with a man who can practically buy your life and not blink twice. You’d say you could too, but mom and dad’s money is his money, and the company’s his too. “Open up,” he whispers, brushing long fingers over your lips, and you let him invade it until he’s pressing onto your squirming tongue.

The cold metal of his other rings brush your cheek when he pushes in further, almost gagging you, before his free hand pats his thighs and he smears the rest of your spit onto your lips and cheek. Gross. He makes you feel like you’re nothing with a single glance of those smart, lilac irises, and doesn’t even have to try. “Come up, c’mon.” He pats again, more demanding this time. “You look pretty dumb sitting there, staring up at me, y’know.” You push up from the floor without another call. Even lounged over his nice couch he looks royal, hair falling in messy tresses brushed back from his face.

You don’t get the chance to sit before he’s pulling you down against him and onto his lap, hard cock pressing against his boxers through sweatpants. As you sit, the press of him against you only makes it harder to focus— and he smiles like he knows it. Because when you roll your hips against him, he instead starts toying with the edge of your satiny suggestion of a dress. “This is one I bought you, hm? Looks nice on you.”

“Thank you, nii nii. I like it too,” you whisper back, and also try to lift yourself into a better position to grind your barely covered pussy against him, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Reo only hums, before he pushes it up and grabs two handfuls of ass to pull you even closer, snickering when you squeak at the push against your over-stimulated clit.

“Want me to buy you another one? ‘cus I can. You just gotta ask your big brother.”

“Nuh uh,” you bury yourself into his neck to start sucking onto the soft skin, knowing he’ll complain - but loving it anyway, “jus- want you to- touch me.” Reo loves spoiling you, it’s true. But more than that, sometimes it feels like he’s trying to buy your love, and you don’t need that. You don’t need anything but him, to be held and loved and cherished by him. He slips his hands down your body comfortably, and finally gives in enough to start rubbing your pussy through your panties— rubbing your slick around through the fabric.

It’s embarrassing that you have to moan into his skin, listening to the way his heart beats, and beg before he slips the expensive lace panties aside to slide two fingers a few inches in. You squirm and whimper at the feeling of him caressing deep inside you, before he groans and rocks his hips into you too. “Tell me you like me.” He rasps, before leaning in to press his lips to yours, mouth to mouth and pulling you in by your waist. “Tell me big brother’s your favorite.” Of course he is. You don’t need to be bought anything for that to be true— but Reo nii doesn’t see it that way.

“Nii nii,” you whine back, and also let him fuck his fingers deeper in and out of you, stretching you out and smearing the wetness on the inside of your thighs before he lays you down. “Big brother’s my favorite~”

“I’ve got you bought, right? Can’t want anyone else- cus they’ll never spoil you like me.” He pushes your thighs towards your body to take your panties off, before pushing his hand into his sweats and taking out his cock to stroke it up and down, squeezing at the base. “You won’t leave me because I won’t let you. Understand? I own you.” He lines up, then pushes in without any other warning and hovers his mouth over yours. Until you have to silence your own moaning into his mouth, and nod in agreement.

“I’m niichan’s property. I promise.”

[girlinwaytoomanyfandoms]

Could you perhaps do a FNAF request, where it's Gabriel x Evan, but it's a wholesome cute situation(nothing weird), where Gabriel awkwardly gives Evan makeshift flowers.

Hey, this is my first work on Tumblr so please be patient with me. I was a little unsure what to do so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. What is canon about Fnaf is so very little and so it was kind of difficult for me to try write this. Gabriel and Evan are not characters I typically write in stories. Let alone a story solely about them. This is my first story I have ever written with Gabriel and possibly my second with Evan (if Evan was in one he was a background character.) This was such a cute request that I knew I just had to write it! I know this might not be entirely what you asked for. This story kind of took a mind of it’s own which is something that has not happened to me before. I hope you enjoy what I came up with. If you don’t like it, let me know and I will try again. Thank you so much Anon for the request and without further ado…. Makeovers and Makeshift Flowers

Makeovers and Makeshift Flowers

Makeovers & Makeshift Flowers

Word Count: 1427

Rating: General Audience/G

Fluff With Maybe a Tiny Bit of Angst

Can be Read Platonically or Romantically (They are Children)

Gabriel was used to life now. Play around with the night guard from 12 A.M to 6 A.M, learn new choreography from 6 A.M till 10 A.M, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza opens at 10 in the morning and he has to preform from open till 12 P.M. At 12 P.M he does meet and greets, from 2 until 4 he/Freddy has to sing and do birthday celebrations, 4 until 6 he does some more meet and greets or hangs out with birthday kids, at 6 he preforms with the band, and finally at 10 the place closes and Gabriel is left to do what he would like until it all restarts at 6 again.

It went like that for a while, until Gabriel met Evan.

Gabriel was messing with the night guard like normal and he stumbled across an old room. It was run down and quite gross. The paint was chipping off the walls, there were spiderwebs in every corner, there were boxes filled with random things that were old, rusting, and should have been thrown away years ago. There was trash and mold almost all over and where there wasn't mold there was fungus. Overall it was a mess.

It was so messy that Gabriel almost missed the dark purple colored bear. As Gabriel turned he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He turned back to face it and walked forward. As he walked, he heard whispering however he couldn't make out what was being said. Once he reached the source of the movement and sound, he realized it was a dark purple bear. He didn't recognize it from anywhere.

"Hello?" Gabriel said to the machine, cautiously.

The machine looked up at him and he saw its eyes. He realized that the robot was like him. Stuck. He was stuck here in this pizzeria and he noticed that the machine in front of him was too.

Gabriel (against his better judgement) got out of the suit leaving it where he once stood and knelt down. He tried again to talk to the animatronic he now knew to be possessed. "My name is Gabriel. I'm a ghost too. What's your name?"

Gabriel didn't hear anything for a while and he was about to give up until he heard a small voice whisper "Evan....my name is Evan."

Gabriel would have missed it if he wasn't used to having to strain his ears to hear young shy children. "Hello, Evan, what are you doing back here by yourself? Are you always alone?" Gabriel asked.

"I-....I wa-was-wasn't by my-myself. Ca-Cass-idy was here wi-with me. Sh-she l-left to go t-talk to th-the night g-guard. I-I'm no-not al-ways a-a-alone. Ju-just some-sometimes. Li-like when Ca-Cassidy isn't he-here," Evan said.

Gabriel noticed that Evan had some difficulty talking, but unlike everyone else in Evan's life, Gabriel didn't make fun of him. Gabriel didn't tease Evan or make fun of him and Evan liked that. He liked that Gabriel didn't make fun of him.

Gabriel and Evan talked for a while. They both were having fun laughing and cracking jokes. Gabriel and Evan both couldn't remember a time that they had had that much fun.

After that day, Gabriel started to go to that old room that Evan was in. Gabriel felt bad for Evan that the room that he (Evan) had to live in looked like that.

One day while Evan and Gabriel were talking, Gabriel found out that Evan loved the outdoors. Evan missed being outside and looked around at nature.

Evan saying that started something and after Gabriel left to go learn a new song they would preform that day, Gabriel thought of the perfect solution.

Gabriel hated that Evan was stuck in that old, musty, moldy, fungus-filled, disgusting room and finally Gabriel had found the perfect way to fix it.

Gabriel was now searching for the two people that could help him with his plan. Cassidy and Susie.

Susie wasn't as hard to track down considering Gabriel was with her and the rest of the gang all the time. Cassidy however was tricky.

However luck seemed to be on his side because he had managed to find Cassidy and Susie in the same room, at the same time.

The room was empty besides Gabriel, Susie, Cassidy, and a couple tables and chairs.

"Do you two have a minute? I need some help with something," Gabriel asked the girls.

They both turned to him and asked him to continue.

"I-...," he began although stopped himself to sigh, took a breath, and then continued by saying, "Evan is in that messy, gross, disgusting room all by himself. He hates it in there, but he doesn't complain. I need your help because I want to fix it up for him, but I need help doing it so could you both please help me?"

Susie answered almost immediately by saying, "Of course I'll help!"

Cassidy however took a little bit before she finally decided on an answer. "Fine, but what do you want us to do?" Cassidy asked.

"I want you to distract him while me and Susie set up the room," Gabriel answered.

They all agreed. Cassidy walked off to find Evan and once she did she spent the day entertaining him and keeping him from seeing the room. Meanwhile Susie and Gabriel cleaned up the room.

"So, what do you plan on putting in here once it's clean?" Susie asked.

"Well, Evan loves nature and outdoorsy things so I was thinking I would decorate it with something to do with that," Gabriel said.

"Hmmm, I think I have an idea," Susie said.

~TIME SKIP~

The room that was so gross, moldy, disgusting, vile, and overall unpleasant to be in was now transformed into what looked like a beautiful outdoor, woodsy type place. The walls were painted green and had trees painted carefully on it. The floor was now wooden and had a nice grassy-green rug. There were chairs and a table to color at. There were picture books stacked nicely on a shelf with an empty photo album to put pictures in. There was a new light put in that was in the shape of a tree as well as led lights strung around the room in the shape of Freddy's characters. There were a couple pictures on the walls. And finally there were makeshift flowers all over.

Gabriel was nervous. He was worried Evan would think it was stupid, awful, or just straight up hate it. In fact he was so worried that he started pacing.

That was until he heard the door open. When it opened he immediately turned so his back was to the wall behind him and his front was towards the door and his hands behind his back.

"Wh-what ha-happ-happened to m-my roo-m?" Evan asked.

"Umm..m-me and Sus-Susie- um, cl-cleaned it up and d-decorated it. I-I'm sorry. D-do you hate it? If you do I-I can fix it. I'm sorry I should have asked I-" Gabriel said sheepishly till the end where he was in a panic before being cut off.

"I-I d-don't hate it. I lo-love it! Tha-thank you," Evan said as he ran and gave Gabriel a huge hug.

Gabriel hugged him back, but was only able to for a couple of seconds until Evan let go and asked, "What's that?"

Gabriel looked for what Evan was talking about until he realized that Evan was taking about the makeshift Flowers and daisy chains in his hands.

Gabriel stepped a couple steps back away from Evan. "O-oh, um, this is, um- I-I know you like flowers and stuff s-so I made some...for you...um, here," Gabriel said while handing Evan the makeshift flowers and daisychains

Evan looked at the flowers for a couple seconds before taking them and giving Gabriel a big hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Evan said.

"It wasn't all me. It was Susie's idea. I just made the-" Gabriel said before being cut off by a kiss on his cheek.

Evan smiled at Gabriel and they both new that what happened to both of them wasn't ideal, but had it not, they wouldn't be where they are now and not Evan nor Gabriel would change it for the world.

Writer’s Note: Evan kissing Gabriel’s cheek can be read romantically however I wrote it as a way of Evan saying he is thankful without using words because in my mind after the bite Evan has trouble talking, communicating, and sometimes even remembering words.

[cairasmuses]

                                                   Judar

hands. fingers. eye contact. hair. being loud. being quiet. wings. glasses. lingerie. horns. body modification. piercings. tattoos. stilettos. blood-play. going fast and rough. going slow and gentle (to torture). bondage. stubble. biting. anal play. double penetration. knife-play. urine.scratching. feet. leaving clothes on. boots. vomit. licking. begging. cuddling. bruises. make up. foreign languages. scars. leather. accents. roleplay. slapping. non-human species.defecation. pegging. sex toys. fingering. tying up or being restrained. prolonged waiting. car sex. intelligence. being in public. a specific eye color. watching. crying. hipbones.

                                                Yamuraiha

hands. fingers. eye contact. hair. being loud. being quiet. wings. glasses. lingerie. horns. body modification. piercings. tattoos. stilettos. blood-play. going fast and rough. going slow and gentle. bondage. stubble. biting. anal play. double penetration. knife-play. urine. scratching. feet. leaving clothes on. boots. vomit. licking. begging. cuddling. bruises. make up. foreign languages. scars. leather. accents. roleplay. slapping. non-human species.defecation. pegging. sex toys. fingering. tying up or being restrained. prolonged waiting. car sex. intelligence. being in public. a specific eye color. watching. crying. hipbones.

                                              Hakuei

hands. fingers. eye contact. hair. being loud. being quiet. wings. glasses. lingerie. horns. body modification. piercings. tattoos. stilettos. blood-play. going fast and rough. going slow and gentle. bondage. stubble. biting. anal play. double penetration. knife-play. urine. scratching. feet. leaving clothes on. boots. vomit. licking. begging. cuddling. bruises. make up. foreign languages. scars. leather. accents. roleplay. slapping. non-human species. defecation. pegging. sex toys. fingering. tying up or being restrained. prolonged waiting. car sex. intelligence. being in public. a specific eye color. watching. crying. hipbones.

                                                 Kouha

hands. fingers. eye contact. hair. being loud. being quiet. wings. glasses. lingerie. horns. body modification. piercings. tattoos. stilettos. blood-play. going fast and rough. going slow and gentle. bondage. stubble. biting. anal play. double penetration. knife-play. urine.scratching. feet. leaving clothes on. boots. vomit. licking. begging. cuddling. bruises. make up. foreign languages. scars. leather. accents. roleplay. slapping. non-human species.defecation. pegging. sex toys. fingering. tying up or being restrained. prolonged waiting. car sex. intelligence. being in public. a specific eye color. watching. crying. hipbones.

[bucksfucks]

𝙁𝘽𝙍𝙊 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀 [𝟰/𝟭𝟭]

summary┃drunken mistakes, wedding bands, and ex-boyfriends as the universe decides to fuck with you further. 

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader

word count┃2,181 words

warnings┃hangovers, drunken mistakes of marriage, mrs. & mr. barnes, shower fun, fingering, messy handjob, teasing, hot makeouts, squirting, interrupted sex, talk of anxiety, ex-boyfriend steve makes an apperance, cliffhanger [i’m sorry ily] — 18 + ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃i couldn’t add more angst to this chapter 🥲 that’ll be in the next one besties <<3

SERIES MASTERLIST

     “We got married?!” You were panicking, jumping out from the hotel bed to your feet as you frantically searched for your phone while Bucky was just waking up.

    You couldn’t believe you had woken up in a Katy Perry song.

    “Sweets, c’mon, I don’t think we were that drunk,” he chuckled nervously as he stood up and stretched.

    You were wearing a plain white shirt that went down to almost your knees and some panties while Bucky was in a pair of tiny black boxers.

    He started laughing, “what is it?” You asked as he motioned for you to turn around.

    Your eyes went wide as you looked in the mirror, the words just hitched written in a spray paint font on the back of your shirt as you groaned.

    Bucky stopped your frantic haze as you finally grabbed your barely charged phone, “Sweets.”

    You looked up at him, “you gotta calm down, okay?”

    How could he say that? You were married. To Bucky.

    “We’ll get it annulled once we’re back in New York, it’ll be a drunken mistake that we’ll laugh at,” he tried to reassure you as you unlocked your phone, but he didn’t sound too certain himself. 

    Sure enough, there was the proof.

    Blurry photos of you and Bucky in a wedding chapel getting married by none other than Elvis.

    You groaned again, your head falling against Bucky’s chest, “I can’t believe we’re married.”

    “Hey, I’m your husband now,” Bucky joked, cupping your face to look at you.

    “Oh c’mon, Sweets,” he smirks, “it could be worse, right?” He suggests and, yeah, he was right. 

    You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his words before your blinding headache finally set in.

    “I’m hungover and we still have a wedding to go to,” why did it have to be Vegas?

    “Jus’ relax, Mrs. Barnes. I’ve got all of that taken care of.” He beams with a bright smile and you can’t help but feel butterflies at the sound of his last name attached to your title.

    Still, you were confused, “what?”

    He went to grab his phone, a gold ring wrapped around his vibranium ring finger standing out as you looked down at your ring.

    It was nothing special, a simple rose gold band with a few, what you could assume were fake, diamonds encrusted into the band.

    “Tasha offered her services, so you’ll be getting hair and makeup done by her team,” Bucky explained as your jaw dropped.

    “Why would she fly all the way out to Vegas just to do hair and makeup for me?” You were still very confused.

    “Oh she’s comin’ to the weddin, Sweets,” Bucky chuckled, “me, Sam, and her go way back.”

    “I feel like you’ve lived a double life without me knowing,” you joke as Bucky just shrugs his shoulders, “somethin’ like that.”

    You chug some water and take some painkillers, deciding on a shower because to be honest, you felt gross.

    Yet Bucky was as chipper as ever.

    “I’m gonna take a shower, I need to wash Vegas off of me,” you shuddered as Bucky perked up at your words.

    “Wanna shower together, Sweets? We can save water that way,” he winked as you felt yourself giggling.

    “As my new wife, I think it’s only fair we,” he pauses to take a step towards you, “consummate this marriage.”

    You roll your eyes playfully at the corniness, but let him wrap his arms around your waist before a yelp leaves your lips as Bucky picks you up bridal style.

    “Wha’daya say, Mrs. Barnes?” He wiggles his eyebrows, “you gonna let me taste you, Sweets?” He purrs, voice much lower and more serious now as he pushes the door of the bathroom open.

    “I think as newlyweds we deserve good shower sex,” you smirk, “atta girl, Sweets.”

    You can feel yourself dampening at the praise, Bucky setting you down before to turn the shower on as you quickly strip.

    When Bucky turns around he takes a moment, eyes scanning your body as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

    “What’re you starin’ at, Mr. Barnes?” You chide as you step out of your clothes.

    “You look good wearnin’ nothin’ but that weddin’ ring, Sweets. Never thought I’d be one for marriage, but you just make it look so good.”

    Your heart fluttered, butterflies swarming before you felt a lump in your throat because this was all an act.

    Bucky and you getting married in Vegas was just collateral damage in this mess.

    He wrapped a cool arm around your waist, tugging you into his body as he tilted your chin up.

    “Why so sad, Sweets?” He asked as you quickly shook your thoughts off before you laughed.

    “I can’t believe we got married!” You squealed, burying your face into Bucky’s neck as you inhaled deeply.

    He still smelled like him, it was comforting; a mix between his oak cologne and lavender.

    You pressed your lips against his neck then, a shudder going down your spine when Bucky ran his fingers over your back.

    “Mmm, Sweets,” he hummed, “s’not fair that you know my weakness.”

    His voice was low, vibrating through his chest as you felt it against your own body.

    You smirked into your kiss, sinking your teeth into his skin as he hissed, “fuck—gonna mark me so everyone knows who I belong to?”

    It made you whimper against him, sucking a hickey onto his neck while Bucky’s fingers travelled between your bodies and between your thighs.

    You’re quickly stumbling into the shower, hot water washing over then both of your bodies as Bucky captures your lips in a messy kiss.

    Hair and water gets in the way, teeth and tongue clashing as soft pants and moans fills the space.

    “Feel how hard I am for you already, Sweets?” He growls against your neck before he’s got you off the ground and against the cold tile wall.

    You gasp at the sensation, goosebumps prickling your skin as Bucky’s cold fingers add to the sensation when they run through your folds.

    A whimper leaves your lips, “I know, baby,” Bucky cooes, “I know what you need.”

    He slowly dips a fingers into your entrance, just barely before he trails it up to your clit as you wrap your hand around his cock.

    Bucky groans lowly, letting his head fall onto your shoulder as he dips his fingers into while you jerk him off.

    “Think you can handle ‘nother finger?” Bucky purrs, kissing down your neck as you nod your head, “yeah.”

    He stretches you further, three fingers knuckle deep before you let out a moan because you can feel the wedding ring against your cunt.

    “Oh fuck,” it’s a pathetic moan that you let out at the sensation, “c’mon Buck.”

    You’re whining, begging him for more as he curls his fingers deep inside of you and brushing against the spot that makes you squirm.

    “We’re in the shower, Sweets. That means you can make all the mess you want,” he whispers huskily in your ear as you feel pressure building.

    It’s toe curling and back scratching as you run your nails down his toned back as you feel the wetness running down your thighs and all over Bucky as you squirt.

    “Fuck, yeah, that’s what I wanted, baby. Doin’ so good, but I know you’re not done yet,” he growls, fingers working deep in you again before he’s making you squirt all over him again.

    It leaves your body shaking as you open your eyes to look at his hungry ones. He’s watching you with a heaving chest and wild eyes.

    “Clean up your mess now, Sweets,” he smirks before his fingers are in your mouth; wedding ring pressed against your lips.

    You moan around his fingers, your eyes fluttering closed before...

    Thud.

    It’s a loud and heavy sound as you and Bucky both look alarmed and panicked before he’s pressing his fingers against his closed lips telling you to hush.

    The shower stops, both of you wrapped tightly in towels before Bucky opens the bathroom door and...

    “Sam? Are you kiddin’ me?” He groans, watching as his best friend comes barrelling through the room to give him a hug.

    It was only Sam, not some intruder and you can’t help but laugh.

    “Man you take some long ass showers,” Sam laughs, pulling away as Bucky deadpans, “wasn’t exactly showering.”

    Sam’s eyes go from Bucky to behind the door where you’re poking your head out from behind.

    “Hey Sam,” you’ve met him numerous times, remembering when he would frequent your couch before you see him connect the dots.

    “I lost the bet?!” He cheers, whooping as Bucky joins him in laughter.

    “I knew you two would end up together,” and you see Bucky quickly hiding his wedding ring before you go to do the same.

    It was just a mistake, no one needs to know about it.

    Right?

    “Well, welcome to Vegas!” Sam cheers before you nervously chuckle, “yeah, welcome to Vegas.”

~

    “Come on, sweetie, we’ve got lots to do,” something about Natasha calling you sweetie made you feel safe as her team swarmed you.

    Hair, makeup, nails, the whole nine yards as Nat observed everything.

    “How long have you known Sam and Bucky?” You ask, trying to fill the silence.

    It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but it made you tense.

    “Feels like a lifetime,” she smiled, going to touch up some of your eyeshadow herself.

    “We used to be sort of like...coworkers, but we quickly realized that we weren’t happy in the positions we were in so,” she pauses, “we all went out separate ways.”

    “Bucky went to New York, Sam spent some time in California, and me?” She smiles, “I couldn’t stay in just one spot.”

    You hum, happy at the fact that despite her status, Nat was very down to earth. It made today a lot easier and took your mind off of everything.

    “Bucky doesn’t stop talking about you, you know that?”

    That grabbed your attention as you furrowed your eyebrows.

    “I remember him gushing about you a month after you two had moved in together. I always figured that Bucky would be a bachelor for as long as he lived but,” your lipstick was being applied.

    “He really couldn’t get you off his mind.”

    You felt warm, smiling, and giddy as Nat continued.

    “So it was no surprise when he called me and asked if I could fit you for a dress as his wedding date.”

    You felt your stomach sink soon.

    There was something about everything that made your head spin and bile rise to your throat as you tried to push down those feelings.

    “Well, it’s a good thing I’m really crazy about him too.”

    And the truth is that you were.

    He’d treated you better in the past two weeks as a fake boyfriend than any of your previous partners ever have.

    Not to mention how good of a friend he is to you and how amazing of a roommate he is.

    “And voila!” Nat chuckles, “you’re all done, last thing we’ve gotta do is get you in your dress.”

    That was the easy part, all you had to do was slip it on and get your shoes on.

    “You’re going to the wedding, right? I remember Bucky sayi—“

    She cut you off with a warm smile, “we’re seated beside each other.”

    You felt a wave of relief wash over you. She wasn’t exactly a friend, but the closest thing you had at this wedding.

    Everything seemed to move quickly next, meeting Bucky in the lobby as he absolutely gawked at you—telling you how good you looked before slipping a cheeky hand on your bum.

    You arrived at the venue, an outdoor garden with perfect weather complimenting the day.

    “Nat said she’s sitting with us?” You questioned as Bucky led you to your seats.

    He looked mesmerizing, you don’t think you’ve ever actually seen him in a suit (with a matching tie to your dress) ever.

    “Yeah! Sam was able to move things around last minute,” he grinned as you took your seats.

    You were lost in the decorations, paying attention to the details in the colours before you were interrupted.

    It hit you like a train as you turned around, smiling as you saw Nat, but it suddenly felt like you were sucker punched in the gut when you see familiar tufts of blonde hair and a smirking Steve Rogers.

    “Bucky, it’s him” you gripped his hand before he realized what was going on, but before you could say anything they had taken their seats and music had began playing.

    Bucky’s look of confusion was soon replaced with anger as he looked at you worried and panicking.

    “Jus’ make it through the ceremony.” He whispered, but you barely heard him over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

    Not only were you accidentally married to your roommate, but now your ex-boyfriend was sitting just a seat away from you with his hand on Natasha’s leg as she sat clueless.

     Oh God you were fucked. 

[tastesoftamriel]

I was asked about what dishes you should never offer to Daedric Princes by a follower who's probably a little too curious for their own good. Here's an interesting question I certainly have not thought of, because I generally try not to invoke the wrath of Daedric Princes! However, if you really want to potentially bring the punishment of Oblivion down upon yourself, please feel free to try the following...

Mehrunes Dagon

Instead of fiery destruction, I propose something...cute. A classic chilled custard tart topped with warm berry compote and some Hammerfell-style rose-and-vanilla pashmak is bound to melt hearts, just not in the way one of his Dremora would.

Peryite

I love making healthy foods just as much as indulgent dishes, and as the popular adage goes, an apple a day keeps Peryite away! A classic rucola and feta salad with a balsamic and Cyrodiilic olive oil can be made even better with an extra handful of spinach, a sprinkle of fresh pomegranate, halved walnuts, avocado and cucumber slices, and a few diced apple pieces! Simply delectable, and sure to keep scurvy and pestilence at bay.

Molag Bal

What should you not offer the Daedric Prince of domination and creator of vampires? Probably a soft, delicate vegetarian dish. A Breton vegetable quiche with an all-butter crust, goose eggs, sun-dried tomatoes, delicate baby spinach, fresh chanterelle mushrooms, squash, lots of garlic, and a spot of chevre. Mouth-wateringly good, this little beauty makes for an excellent meal at any time of day, and is bound to make Molag Bal sneer.

Namira

I'm going to be a little cheeky here and turn something gross and creepy into something delicious that even the fussiest nobles I've served love: garlic butter snails. Namira's followers are known to chow down on live, raw snails, shells and all, but I prefer mine with a garlicky gratin and a sprinkle of cave-aged West Weald parmesan. Oh, and don't forget to eat them with a fancy silver snail fork like a proper diva!

Boethiah

Plots? Destruction? Snakes? Not with this dish! What you see is what you get with a traditional Nord bread-and-butter pudding! It's a great way to use up your leftover bread scraps and stale butter, and is one of Tamriel's most satisfying desserts in my humble opinion. Served with hot custard and dried snowberries, this pudding is the perfect, least deceptive dish I can imagine.

Hircine

You were spot on with a salad, but let me raise the bar a little. Not just any salad will do, but you'll want all your ingredients to be gently cultivated by hand and farmed, as opposed to wild foraged. Iceberg lettuce and pink pear salad with some crumbled goat cheese and honey hits the spot, but how about topped with some marbled fatty beef? The historic Gweden Farm near Anvil has won countless awards for its pampered cows who are given a daily massage and the best fresh grass and Cyrodiilic grain. Domesticated, happy, and wonderful...unless you're a hunter, that is.

Hermaeus Mora

You'd have to be downright stupid to try a traditional Argonian worm bowl unless you're Saxhleel, and even then, most of them don't want to touch this nasty, wriggling dish. Fresh, live mealworms and kotu gava eggs are drowned in a fermented blood worm sauce, with shredded catapult cabbage and flame-grilled, toxic haj mota flesh. I once commented that it looked a little like Hermaeus Mora himself, before taking a tentative nibble and spending the rest of the day throwing up in the swamp. Please don't try this. It's the dumbest dish in Tamriel, and a pox on whichever Argonian invented it.

Sheogorath

No cheese or strawberry torte here! In fact, the least madness-inducing food I can think of is a nice, mild pistachio ice cream profiterole, dipped in sweet milk chocolate and topped with fresh nuts is the perfect Breton summer treat, yet far too boring for the Prince of Madness to bother with. Which leads us to...

Sanguine

I really dislike coming up with bland, mundane dishes for the occasional fussy eater I come across during my travels. Sanguine, Prince of hedonistic pleasures, probably lurks over my shoulder at the average feast I throw, so I admit I was a bit stumped here...until I remembered my Granny Matilda's chicken noodle soup. As basic as soups come, this simple broth is made by boiling leftover chicken carcasses for a night and a day, and served with plain egg noodles. The perfect food for when you're feeling under the weather, or have the palate of a small Nord child.

Malacath

Altmer cuisine seems like a good way to get Malacath really mad, because it's basically the antithesis of what he stands for. Delicate Quicksilver Lingwe cerviche with a yuzu drizzle and Crystal Hannia caviar, with a light avocado mousse flavoured with apple blossom? A sensory delight, and bound to make any Malacath-respecting Orc gag.

Jyggalag

Fried, hand-pulled buckwheat noodles with a spicy Pellitine-style curry sauce is a good way to make this Prince quite cross with you. Not only is it messy to eat, but your furniture will likely suffer bright orange and yellow stains from the turmeric and tomatoes, and your bowels will also be as tangled as the noodles after consuming a fiery Khajiiti curry.

Vaermina

So mundane and boring, you're definitely not bound to have any dreams or nightmares about a bowl of saltrice porridge with comberry preserves and scrib jerky. The staple food of the common Dunmer, it's tasty enough to eat on a daily basis, but hardly the stuff dreams are made of.

Mephala

This spidery Prince enjoys interfering with us mortals, so it's time to fight back with a dish that'll probably make most other Daedric Princes frown too. Imperial food is famous for its balanced flavours, textures, and fresh ingredients, and a Gold Coat seafood stew is a vibrant dish bursting with the best fresh fish, mussels, lobster, and crabmeat the region has to offer. Mild but but with a tangy punch from the sun-dried tomato based soup and a dash of crisp white wine, this is a dish that both young and old enjoy across Cyrodiil.

Meridia

Charred jerk wild boar stuffed with timber mammoth cheese and a delicious bloody jus-and-honey sauce is sure to make any Bosmer's mouth water! It's definitely dead, it's definitely cooked, and it's definitely bound to disappoint Meridia. Just a warning- try this for a laugh and you'll never be able to get rid of her beacon.

Azura

By Azura, please don't offer this to the Lady of Dawn and Dusk unless you want to irreparably have your race changed! Love and devotion is what this Prince craves, so why not damage yourself with a fiery Dunmeri Vvardenfell fondue, made from scuttle, crab meat, and extremely spicy fire petal blossoms? Enjoyed by the most pain-seeking of Dunmer, my version comes with fried hackle-lo leaf and saltrice-and-wickwheat bread for dipping. It'll have your guts in a twist for days, which is the price to pay for this deliciously hot "cheese" dish. Oh, and did I mention that it's best washed down with a nice cup of Vivec's Gingergreen Chai?

Nocturnal

There's absolutely nothing dark about a Redguard sun-jelly, made with fresh fruits from coastal Hammerfell. Coconut, palm fruit, watermelon, and bananas are the stars of the show in this dessert, set in a chilled agar jelly that keeps the heat at bay. The fanciest Redguards love mixing edible gold flakes into the jelly itself, giving it a delightful luster that is sure to put a smile on your face and chase the shadows away.

Clavicus Vile

You're not going to want to strike any bargain to give up a delicious baked chub loon gratin with echatere cheese, over hasselback potatoes and crispy radish chips. This Orcish delicacy is surprisingly so good it's even tickled the fancy of the fussiest eaters in Tamriel! The chub loon meat is juicy and melts in the mouth, and the echatere cheese melted into the cracks of a hasselback potato are wonderful with radish chips for dipping. Admit it, you're drooling aren't you?

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Secrets in a Foreign Language (Part Four) - Jungkook

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A few weeks later you entered Jungkook’s apartment with your heart feeling full. You had felt so lonely these beginning months in this new country of South Korea but seeing Jungkook every week had become a sort of comfort, especially now that you knew the feeling was mutual. Once you had gotten the awkwardness of questioning why the place was already clean whenever you got there, you used the time to just hang out with each other. You got along so unbelievably well and frequently had to remind yourself he was literally one of the most famous people in the world right now. It often blew your mind. Maybe it was because his face was all over the city, the tv, the grocery store, maybe because wherever you went you heard his singing voice in songs, or speaking voice in interviews, but the concept of fame was just something you had never thought about; the media giving celebrities an almost unrealistic and ethereal standard to look up to. But that was just it. Idols were people, too. Regular human beings, just like yourself. Jungkook was your living proof. And you really liked that about him.

He wasn’t in the living room nor the kitchen when you got there this time.

 “Kook?” you called out, using the nickname you had begun to refer to him by.

You went further into the home, down the hallway towards the bedrooms. As you got closer to the master and peered inside, you saw the adjoining bathroom door open and could hear the sound of the shower running.

Ah. So that’s where Jungkook was.

You retreated back into the living area, helped yourself to a bottle of water from the fridge and decided to sit on the couch while you waited for him to return.

And he did just that.

You were browsing Instagram on your phone when his voice startled you.

“Hey, (y/n)!”

You took a swig from the water bottle right as you looked up to respond to him, immediately choking on the liquid as you did so, for Jungkook had appeared in the room in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, his glistening upper half on complete display.

You learned early on that one of Jungkook’s hobbies was working out, but damn you never thought you would be a witness to all the hard work he put in. The pictures of his abs on the internet were definitely not photoshopped, an eight pack clearly visible on his abdomen. Prominent pecs, and muscular upper arms, the right one covered by a whole sleeve of tattoos. Oh my god, the tattoos. Holy shit. You had seen some of them from the days where he wore short sleeves around you, but now they were all on display, and they were just as beautiful as you had imagined.

The pants he wore were sitting low, (dangerously low) on his narrow waist, deep chiseled v shaped muscles along his hips; you attempted not to think about where they ended.

Finally, you looked up at his face. His dark hair was still wet from the shower, it was pushed back from his forehead. He had a blush on his pale cheeks, but a smirk on his thin lips, clearly aware of how flustered you had become. You cleared your throat and looked away in embarrassment, suddenly feeling guilty for staring at your friend like he was a piece of meat. But he was just so damn attractive, and you were only human, and it had been so long since you had seen a man shirtless, let alone naked… oh god, no, you were not going to go there, not with Jungkook like this in the room with you. Focus, focus on anything else.

“How-how are you today?” you stuttered.

Smooth.

Jungkook strolled over to the kitchen island and grabbed an oversized black shirt that was laying on the back of the stool. Fortunately (or was it unfortunately?) for you, he pulled it up over his head and let it fall at his sides before shaking his damp and messy hair. Then he smiled at you and walked over to the large couch, taking a seat right next to you. The smell of a masculine body wash and fabric softener wafted into your nose, instantly making you want to curl into his side and rest against him. You swallowed hard, trying to shake those thoughts from your mind.

It was just because he smelled nice, right?

“I’m good. We shot an episode of Run! BTS this morning and we were running around a lot,” he chuckled to himself, “it was fun, but I felt gross after. Sorry for being in the shower when you were here.”

You shook your head.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you were. I wouldn’t want to hang out with you if you were stinky.”

You plugged you nose and made a grossed-out face at him and he laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“Well then hopefully I smell okay now.”

Ah if only he knew.

Jungkook grabbed the tv remote from the coffee table and handed it to you.

“You pick what we watch today.”

You shrugged and turned on the tv.

“Okay.”

You didn’t immediately go to a streaming app, you wanted to see what kind of things were on live tv at the moment. You secretly loved watching shows with commercials because while they were on it gave you and Jungkook a chance to talk more.

As you scrolled through the channels you weren’t hopeful for anything exciting as it was 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon after all.  

But suddenly, something caught your attention. The mention of Jungkook’s name. You paused your channel changing for a second to listen.

It looked like a trashy show, much like TMZ in the United States, where random people seemed to think they had the right to gossip about celebrities.

 “…Jungkook of BTS and idol soloist Kim Cho-hee are still going strong it seems.” One of the reporters commented.

“Yes, did you see that picture of them cuddling close at the restaurant they frequent in Gangnam? Sources say they were there for hours!”

A picture of the two of them popped up on the screen, sitting close in a corner of a dimly lit restaurant booth.  

“I even heard they shared a kiss when he dropped her off at her place!”

With that you felt your stomach flip and your face get hot.

Uh oh.

Oh no.

Did you perhaps feel... jealous?

Fuck.

“You think they’ll get married? Be together forever?”

They all laughed.

“(y/n) …” Jungkook mumbled from next to you.

“… way too young, but only time will tell!”

“(y/n),” Jungkook repeated while shaking your shoulder gently, startling you out of your thoughts and snapping your attention away from the screen, “do you mind… um, changing it?”

You fiddled with the remote in your now sweaty hands.

“Oh, sorry, no, um, I’m sorry.”

You complied with his request and moved to the next channel, something about wild animals native to the continent of Asia.

There was silence from Jungkook, and you didn’t dare look at him, your heart pounding inside your chest. It felt awkward now, like the elephant that had been in the room throughout your whole friendship, or whatever this was, was now making an unavoidable appearance. You were debating in your head whether you should finally ask him about it all when he spoke up first.

�� “We’ve never kissed,” he started quietly.

You ran a hand through your hair, realizing you did not want to hear about it after all. You wanted to stay in this state of naïve bliss.

 “Jungkook…” you trailed off.

Plus, no matter how curious you were it still wasn’t your business.

He placed his hand on your arm surprisingly, making you look up into his worried looking eyes.

“Please, I really would like to talk to someone about it and since you-you already know it’s not real, and no one else really does- “

“Do your members?” you interrupted him.

He shook his head and looked down.

“No, they think it’s real.”

You took a deep breath, now even more shocked he had trusted you so easily with such seemingly confidential information those many weeks ago.

You closed your eyes tightly, the question you’ve been dying to ask on the tip of your tongue.

 “So can I ask... why? Why you’re in a fake relationship with her?”

He let out a sigh and looked down at the ground.

 “It’s complicated. Cho-hee has, um, she’s not known for being the kindest person, er, idol in the industry. She doesn’t have the best um, I’m not sure of the word in English…” he paused to pull out his phone’s translator app, “…repu-reputation is the word in English,” he sighed again, “So obviously as BTS, we’ve been very successful recently, and our managers are great at making sure our reputation stays good. So, her company contacted mine, her company has a lot more media influence in Asia, and asked if one of our members pretends to date her and help boost her reputation, they will help get BTS more attention in the Asia countries,” he paused and hesitantly peered up at you, “so… yeah, that’s basically the small explanation.”

You stared at him in both shock and confusion, so many follow up questions flooding your brain.

 “BTS doesn’t have enough media coverage in Asia?” was the first one to come out of your mouth.

“Well, not necessarily,” Jungkook replied, “but the K-pop competition is a lot bigger in countries like China and Japan because it has been around for so long here and there, unlike in areas like North America and Europe. You know, people in America or the UK or other non-Asian countries might instantly think of BTS when you say ‘K-pop’ these days, right? But here it can be different. Any other act could appear at any moment and take that spotlight, and Cho-hee’s company has more ties and relationships in Asia, more than our company HYBE, because they’ve been around a lot longer.”

You thought for a second before responding.

“So, you’re telling me… her company helps keep BTS relevant throughout Asia, in exchange for you pretending to date her in order to convince the media she’s a good person and keep her out of trouble?”

Your head was absolutely spinning at all this new information.

Jungkook nodded.

Your eyes went wide as you stared off into space in disbelief.

“Wow… I-I don’t know what to say…”

Jungkook buried his face in his hands and then ran them through his hair.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do it. She has that reputation for a reason. We get along fine, but she’s just so… controlling? Controlling is the word, yes? Sometimes I think she forgets we aren’t actually together.”

You frowned at him sympathetically.

“And what if,” he continued, biting his lip nervously, “what if I meet someone I do want to be with. What then? I can’t be with them?”

Your eyes met at that moment and you felt yourself catch your breath in your throat, you heart feeling like it did a somersault.

You looked away quickly.

“Yeah I don’t know. That certainly does makes things… complicated…”

Jungkook hummed in agreement.

There was a pause as you sighed.

“God I’m… really sorry, Kook, that you have to be a part of all this.”

There was a silence between you two. He just fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

Finally he said softly,

“Me, too. I’m sorry you have to be a part of it, too.”

You cocked your head in confusion.

 “What? Me? Because I know your relationship isn’t legitimate? You don’t have to worry about me, you know I won’t tell anyone about the two of you or- “

He cut you off.

 “Not just that,” he paused and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

You allowed yourself to take in his handsome face from this up close: his smooth skin, the mole on the bridge of his nose, the deep scar on his left cheek. He was just so exquisite; and when he opened his big brown eyes to meet yours, he looked more nervous than ever.

And when he began to speak you suddenly understood why.

 “It’s also because I… I like you, (y/n). I’m really… starting to like you. As more than a friend or-or someone I just hang out with one day a week,” his face turning red as he went on, “And if you don’t feel the same way I under-”

But before he could finish you placed one hand on the side of his neck and the other on his cheek as you leaned into him and pressed your lips against his in a tender kiss. He relaxed into you and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close, practically sitting you on his lap. You finally let his comforting scent completely engulf you, running your hands through his soft hair and nibbling on his bottom lip.

 Oh, yes.

This certainly made things very complicated indeed.

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Grayson wants a slice of MJ for dessert on a rainy day

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A/N: one of the MJ things I promised to upload. It’s storming like crazy here and this is all I want in life rn so I figured this was the one to post.

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A chilly spring rain has descended over LA out of nowhere, as MJ discovers with surprise when she and her best friend Lainey step out of their final store at The Grove. That Saturday had started off warm and sunny, a perfect weekend day to spend out and about, but the storm rolling in is suddenly derailing her and Lainey’s plans for a chill afternoon at the beach.

“Well, shit,” Lainey remarks, glancing up at the dark clouds looming in the not-so-distant skyline.

“Right?” MJ concurs. She scrunches her nose and watches Lainey pout as they consider what else they might do with their Saturday. With MJ still busy working hard at her new job and, admittedly, being wrapped up in the fading newness of Grayson, she and Lainey haven't had much time to spend together. Especially considering her friend’s own relationship and hectic schedule.

A fat raindrop surprises her by landing on her nose, and both of them giggle as the sudden light sprinkle becomes more steady. They hurry down the walkway to the parking garage until they find MJ’s car, hurrying inside and slamming the doors just in time for the rain to start really coming down.

“Looks like we’re going home, unless you want to fight the LA drivers who have no idea what they're doing in the rain to go to a movie or something,” MJ jokes, selecting her favorite rainy day playlist full of Tame Impala, Bon Iver, Rex Orange County, and the like to serenade them on the way back to her apartment.

Lainey laughs. She’s also from out of state and shares MJ’s anecdotal opinion of the LA natives. “Yeah, as much as I want to stay and cuddle and feed each other takeout, I think for that reason I’m gonna have to head out when we get to your place. It’ll take me an extra hour to get home because of this.”

Now it’s MJ’s turn to playfully but also somewhat seriously jut out her lower lip in an impression of Lainey’s earlier pout. “Who’s gonna dangle pad Thai noodles into my mouth, then?”

“I don’t know, babe. Don’t you have a boyfriend or something now?” Lainey smirks, snatching MJ’s phone from her lap and waving it in her face so her lock screen illuminates, an accidental candid she had captured of said boyfriend with that beautiful smile shining right at her.

“It’s not the same,” whines MJ, entering the rapidly congesting highway. “First of all, he’s busy most of the day. Second, he makes it sexy, whereas you’re just plain cute. I don’t think I’m in the mood to be sexy today.”

That was true, for sure. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black leggings, one of Gray’s t-shirts that hung off her body shapelessly, and a baseball cap to hide the fact that she wore no makeup. Between her stuffy nose from the cold she’s fighting and the lack of sleep from the night before, she couldn’t be bothered that morning to try any harder.

Lainey, who had been listening while checking the visor mirror to see if her mascara had survived the rain, feigns offense. “Wow, bitch, are you saying I’m not sexy?”

“Boo, you’re sooo sexy. Grayson should probably thank you for half of my skills based on your tips over the years, now that I think about it,” MJ grins, causing Lainey to cackle.

Their girl talk continues the rest of the surprisingly short car ride back to MJ’s apartment building. MJ pulls up behind Lainey’s car and hugs her bestie over the console.

“Love you. Text me when you’re home so I know you survived the drive.”

“Will do. Love you, babe.”

MJ makes sure Lainey is in her car before driving into her covered spot. The tiredness had been real before, but the pure exhaustion hit her out of nowhere as her mind processes that she’s now home. She’s suddenly looking forward to nothing more than ordering said takeout, soaking in a too-hot bath, and watching The Hobbit series all afternoon.

She shuts the door to her apartment behind her with a sigh and trudges into her room, tossing her bags on her bed. Desperate to start the second half of her day of relaxation, it takes her all of 30 seconds to strip down and make her way into the bathroom. As the soaking tub fills, she selects a Lush bath bomb and bubble bar from the basket on the counter.

With a last-minute face mask applied, hair piled on top of her head to keep it dry, and New Girl ready to play on her phone, she’s just settling into the water with a light moan when the phone begins buzzing on the ledge of her soaking tub. She dries her hands and smiles when she sees Grayson’s name on the FaceTime call.

“Hi, baby,” she answers once his handsome face fills the screen, scooping some of the foamy bubbles closer to her chest so they fluff out cloud-like from her skin.

Grayson grins and takes a second to admire at her. “Hi, sweetheart. You look so fucking cute.”

MJ rolls her eyes but flushes and smiles appreciatively. “If you say so. How’s filming going?”

He puffs his cheeks and blows out the air slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Good, but it’s been a long day. E and I both decided to call it quits early; we’re both way too strung out on no sleep and anxiety to get much else done, especially now that the weather’s gone to shit.”

“I’m sorry, Bear, I know you both wanted to get everything wrapped tonight,” she laments with him, wishing she could comfort him with a kiss to his plump pink lips. “I’m kind of in the same boat. Lainey and I couldn't go to the beach, and between this cold I have and the fact it’s getting harder and harder to sleep without you, I’m so tired.”

Grayson smiles at her in that way he reserves only for her — soft, crooked, his hazel eyes sparkling in the center and crinkling just the tiniest bit at the corners — especially at the sound of her little pet name for him.

“Can I come over? I’ve been thinking about you all day, but I didn't want to cut into your time with Lainey. I just need to be with you.”

“Yes please,” MJ agrees with a sniffle. “As long as you’re the big spoon while we have a couch day. That’s about all I’m gonna be good for today, I think.”

“Of course,” he grins, getting into his car. “Are you gonna be my little cuddle bug all afternoon, Peach?”

She hears an exasperated ‘oh my God’ in the background and can practically see Ethan’s eye-roll out of frame.

“Yeah,” she coos back to her boyfriend, then, “hi, E.”

“Hi, MJ,” he grunts. As she’s naked underneath the clouds of bubbles, Grayson doesn’t angle the phone towards his brother, but she can still hear his voice. “You know, he’s already a cornball most of the time, but you really bring it out of him in droves, dude.”

Grayson doesn’t even react to Ethan, his gaze fixated instead on MJ through the phone. “Good. I sleep better with you in my arms, too.”

“Ugh,” Ethan complains. “Where are my fucking AirPods?”

She does, indeed, hear rustling, presumably from the older twin, but she chooses to ignore him as well. “Can you pick up Thai or Veggie Grill or something on your way over?”

“Oooh, yeah, either of those sound awesome. I’m starving,” Grayson agrees. “I’ll have to drop E off at home first and hopefully traffic wont be too bad both ways. Be there in an hour?”

“Sounds good. Thank you, baby,” she says quietly with a sweet, content smile.

He winks at her, and his voice drops a couple of notches. “No problem, Peach. As long as you’re my dessert.”

Her body rushes with heat, and not from the temperature of the water she’s soaking in. Before she can answer, Ethan groans louder than ever.

“Oh my God, dude, I fucking heard that! Can you keep your cheesy sex talk at zero while we’re literally right next to each other?” His voice suddenly picks up even louder so she can hear him. “MJ, I can’t believe you still let him fuck you when he says shit like that.”

“He makes up for it with the other things his mouth can do,” she retorts, winking at Grayson. Her giggles join Grayson’s howls of laughter and taunts at his brother, who apparently is very much done with the conversation. “Alright, I love you both. Drive safe, please.”

True to his word, Grayson shows up a little over an hour later with a bag of Veggie Grill in one hand and a Starbucks medicine ball in the other. MJ absolutely despises hot tea, and he knows it, but he also knows she won’t be able to resist the soothing warmth of it — especially considering he took the time and effort to get it for her.

He smiles at the sight of her cocooned in the plush, cozy fabric of her favorite blanket and leans down to give her a quick kiss. He hands her the drink, which she does indeed accept with warm eyes and a soft heart. She takes a sip and lets the hot liquid coat her scratchy throat as he plops down next to her with a sigh and sets the food on her coffee table. Grayson cups her cheeks to draw her in for another kiss — lingering, closed-mouthed pecks this time.

“Hi,” he says, smiling and dropping one to her red-tipped nose for good measure.

“Hi,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from mouth-breathing more and more throughout the afternoon. “Sorry I look so gross. This cold is kicking my ass the later it gets. You’re probably going to catch it.”

“First of all: worth it. Second: are you kidding? This is my favorite MJ,” he assures, peppering little kisses all across her forehead as he draws her in to his chest. Her hair is in the same messy bun from her bath, her glasses are on, and she’s dressed in her old college crewneck sweatshirt, boy-short Calvins, and fuzzy socks… “No one gets to see you like this except me. All fresh-faced and beautiful and undone. All mine.”

“Mmm,” MJ hums, snuggling into him and sniffling. “We’ll see how you feel when I’m snoring like a 300 pound grandpa in a little bit because I can’t breathe out of my nose.”

“Okay, but I don’t see how that’ll be different from any other night.” She draws back and smacks him on the arm playfully, scoffing incredulously. He just barks out a laugh and kisses the frown off her lips before distributing their late lunch between them.

They make comfortable small talk while The Office plays quietly in the background, mixing with the patter of rain on the large windows. A fuzzy warm ball settles in the pit of her stomach that has her feeling almost heady at the simple intimacy of the moment.

MJ finishes first. She takes off her glasses and places them on the coffee table next to her tea so she can curl into a ball and nuzzle into Gray’s shoulder. He kisses the top of her head affectionately and finishes his meal in silence while they watch the antics of Michael Scott and gang for the millionth time. Eventually his empty plate joins hers and he opens his burly arms to gather her in his embrace, lying down and bringing her with him.

Grayson chuckles when she fully climbs on top of him so she’s straddling his hips and hugging him with all of her limbs like a koala would a tree, her nose buried into the five o’clock shadow on his neck. He makes sweeping passes up and down her back. “Needy today, sweetheart?”

“A little,” MJ mumbles, eyelids already feeling heavy, even more so when he fixes the oversized blanket around the both of them. He smells so good, feels so solid and warm, his breath tickling her ear soothingly. They FaceTime every day, but their crazy lives have made it where this is the first time in days that they’ve seen each other in person. “Missed you. We both work too much.”

He lets out a little hum of agreement, sighing when he feels her lips pucker to dot baby kisses on his bronze skin. His hands stroke up and down her back comfortingly. “I missed you, too. E and I should have just one more day of shooting before we’ll be home more to work on editing and stuff with the team.”

“I’ll be in Seattle most of next week for a new client recruit,” she reminds, recognizing the inexplicit invitation. “Otherwise I’d come over and work remote with you.”

“Ugh, that’s right,” Gray laments, sighing. “Kiss me. Please?”

MJ gives him a lazy smile when she feels his fingers tilt her chin up. Their makeout is slow and simple and just what the both need, reconnecting after days and lives apart.

A few minutes go by until MJ groans a little and sits up in his lap with a sigh, a string of saliva connecting their lips before breaking with a snap.

“I can’t breathe laying down like that. Or just out of my nose,” she pouts. One of her hands plays with his hair while the other smooths down his t-shirt over his chest where she had rumpled it by laying on him.

Grayson grips her hips and follows her up, hugging her tightly around the middle with those huge, burly arms. “Since you can’t sleep anyways…” he looks at her, and she cocks an eyebrow, her lips quirking questioningly. “Can I have my dessert now? You can sit up on the couch. And no mouth-to-mouth required.”

MJ chuckles and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, biting her lip as she considers his request. As much as she wants Grayson in any capacity most of the time, today is one of those days where sex just isn't on the table for her.

That being said, can she really resist that tongue? Those lips?

Before she can answer, he continues. “I know you don’t feel good, so I’ll understand if you just aren't up for anything today. But I’m not expecting you to reciprocate at all. I’ve just been wanting… like, basically needing to eat your pussy all week. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for so days.” He traces her jawline with his nose until his lips reach that little spot right behind the hinge and just below her ear, where he licks and nibbles until her hips start shifting in his lap of their own accord. “Please?”

Well, how the fuck is she going to say no to that?

She can’t, and knows he can sense her giving in when he starts to turn them around so she’s reclined against the back of the couch. Grayson grins while he arranges the blankets and pillows around her to get her as comfy as possible.

She watches him fuss over her with loving eyes, but wants to make sure he really is okay with the arrangement, too. “Are you sure? I don’t want to blue ball you. And I can speak from experience that that rug isn't a fun place to be on your knees for an extended period of time.”

Gray smirks at her and plants one more kiss to her lips before sinking down her body, snatching a couple of stray pillows to cushion his knees. “One problem solved. And don't worry about any chance of blue balls; it’s been way too fucking long since I’ve done this, and I’ll be lucky if I don't cum in my pants before I even get you to your first one.”

“Oh, so I’m in for more than one orgasm today?” MJ smiles back down at him and lifts her hips so he can drag her panties down her toned legs, placing her feet on the edge of the couch so she’s nice and open for him once he had the fabric tossed behind him somewhere. “I’d say that was big talk if I didn't know you could back it up.”

She knows he likes a challenge, and combined with his love for being praised and her bare pussy exposed to him at long last, she feels like she’s got a little bit of an upper hand here.

“Always,” he murmurs.

His lips start at the inside of her knee, working their way up to her inner thigh, across her mound to nuzzle in the little patch of hair she hadn't bothered to trim down between waxes, before trekking down the opposite leg. MJ knows his goal is to build up the anticipation for them both, and he’s succeeding; she can hear his breathing intensify as he tries to take in her scent, and she can feel the wetness beginning to leak out of her without so much as a lick from him.

Finally, he brings his hand up to trace her smooth lower lips, glancing up at her with warm yet lustful eyes as he takes in how his teasing is affecting her. MJ gives it right back, sneaking a hand under her oversized sweatshirt to play with her breast. It drives him absolutely crazy seeing her touch herself, but also not being able to see. If she didn't know any better, she would say sometimes he was more obsessed with her boobs than her actual vagina when they get down.

When his eyes turn dark, she grins and uses her free hand to rake through his hair and pull him towards her pussy while simultaneously pinching her nipple just the way she likes. Grayson growls and turns his attention back where she’s directing him, finally parting her with his middle and index fingers to expose her clit. He places a quick kiss directly to it, causing MJ to gasp and grip his dark locks tighter.

He gives it a more sensual smooch and pulls back to watch more of her juices trickle out of her until he can’t resist really getting to work anymore. His moan vibrates against her when his tongue swipes through the sweet wetness, trailing it to her clit with his mouth and giving the nub a gentle suckle before slipping his tongue back to her entrance. MJ lets out little whimpers of bliss as he makes out with her pussy, his tongue reaching as far inside her as it can, wiggling around and slurping down everything that comes out of her.

She lets him eat her out with no real purpose, thoroughly enjoying the constant stimulus of his lips and teeth and tongue without a driving need to make her cum behind it. Her hands flit between stroking his hair comfortingly, to playing with her breasts, to digging her nails across his clothed shoulders.

“Feels so good,” MJ whispers while she watches him work. Her fingers are combing gently through his hair once again to push the dark strands off of his forehead just in time to see his eyes flit open to meet her own.

“Tastes so good,” Grayson growls back, taking a moment to sit on his haunches and get a thorough look at her spread out for him. Her pussy is swollen and wet, the insides of her thighs bare the faint markings of his teeth, and her face is pure bliss even as she sniffs and coughs a bit. “You okay?”

MJ nods. It’s sweet of him to check, but all she wants now is his face back in her pussy. She bites her lip and one of her heels, still clad in a fuzzy sock, digs into the middle of his broad back to push him in. Grayson smirks darkly and follows her lead, his lips immediately suctioning around her plump little clit.

“Fuck…” MJ moans. Her voice is raspier than usual and, like everything else about her today, goes straight to his dick, which throbs untouched in his grey sweats.

He starts working her over with purpose now, determined to get her to cum in the next 30 seconds. He knows he can do it even if she hadn't started chanting, “like that, like that, don’t fucking stop…”

Her moans reach peak levels, as loud as she can be with her sore throat, and her clit throbs on his tongue. Her back arches off the couch and her hands dive fully in his thick hair now to hold him to her, her heel still pressing against his spine doing the same.

Grayson groans and has to remove one of his hands from her hips to reach into his boxers and squeeze his dick hard enough to stave off his own orgasm. He slips two fingers of his other hand in her dripping pussy to give her something to clench around, which doesn’t help his attempt at not cumming literally in his pants when he feels her walls gripping his digits like a vice.

“Baby…” she whines as he brings her down with little kitten licks on her pulsing clit, her thighs quivering around his head. Grayson hums and nuzzles into that delicate skin until the muscles beneath stop trembling, and the flutters around his middle and ring fingers have ceased. He never takes his eyes off her face — eyes closed, mouth agape, cheeks flushed. Beautiful and dismantled because of him.

Once he feels she (and, frankly, he himself) have calmed just enough to be able to take more, he starts to press and curl the fingers inside her. MJ whines softly as the build picks up again, which turns into shrieking when he wraps his swollen lips around her clit again and sucks the nub sharply into his mouth. Between the sloppy wetness of his mouth and the way he applies pressure just right on her g-spot, it takes all of a minute for her to fall apart again. She marvels, not for the first time, at how fucking good he is at this, how well he knows her body.

‘Always’ is right.

Grayson sits back, removes his hand and mouth from her and growls at the sight before him while he pushes against the backs of her thighs. So much for sitting up, as she’s now practically on her back, but neither of them are complaining or stopping to readjust. She’s perfectly exposed for him, her juices and his saliva coating her skin and dripping down her ass, she’s that wet.

“MJ…”

Her name escaping his lips in that husky voice finally gets her to lazily blink her eyes open until her gaze focuses on him as clearly as she can. He looks sexy as fuck on his knees for her, pupils dilated and the stubbled skin of his chin and jaw covered in shiny wetness.

Grayson’s big hands knead the insides of her thighs until he’s confident he has her full attention. He smoothes his palms to the crooks of her knees, moving her gently until she’s practically folded in half, and without breaking eye contact shifts his head that much further down so he can go to town on her even lower.

MJ gasps and shoots one of her hands to his hair, her first instinct being to push him away, until half a second passes and she’s doing the exact opposite. No one has ever done this for her before, and now she’s wondering how she had gone so long without the sensation of his tongue swiping up her cum from that virtually untouched hole.

If she was in any right state, she would have seen Grayson’s smug, quite literally ass eating smirk at her reaction to his ministrations. He isn’t sure why in their nearly eight months together he had never eaten her ass before; it isn’t the first time he’s done it to a girl. Maybe because he treasures sex with MJ more than anyone in his life before, maybe knowing in his heart that they have a long future of making love ahead of them had caused him to wait. What he does know, is that he’ll never be able to resist doing it again when the desire to rises, especially given her voracious response to it.

“Fuck!” MJ wails when he spreads her even more open with his hand so he can have better access, his tongue rimming and prodding her asshole to perfection while the thumb of his free hand presses upward on the hood of her clit. He knows her so well, can sense she’s too sensitive for direct stimulation there, but the pressure right above the bundle of nerves is exactly what she’s craving without her even realizing it.

But he does, and it feels so good — too good; Grayson’s eyes drop closed as he lets her taste and sounds overcome his senses, and it’s like her pleasure is his as his hand finally begins to jerk himself off. He builds up the speed of his strokes with her increased pace of breath, until she cums for a third time, and his tongue is quickly swiping all the way up her crease, from asshole to clit as he stands to his feet. He leans over her with one hand on the back of the couch and licks the last of her off his lips as he takes in her body to fuel him even more, even as clothed as she still is.

MJ starts to come-to enough to realize what he needs, and lifts her shirt to expose more skin to him. She drinks in the sight of her gorgeous boyfriend towering over her with his sweats and boxer briefs pushed down just enough for his equally beautiful dick to be out while he strokes the head aggressively. He’s about to explode and she knows it, just as attuned to his body’s tells as he is with hers.

His face is hovering just above hers, and she watches his mouth drop and his eyes train on her exposed skin. MJ bites her lip and whines, pulling roughly on her nipples while her eyes flit between his face and his cock. “Cum on my pussy, baby, I want it — want your cum all over me, make it your pussy…”

She’s rambling, but it’s all he needed as a deep, relieved groan escapes him, followed by soft grunts as he shoots all over her, exactly where she told him to and then some. MJ moans quietly and knocks his hand out of the way to finish him off herself, squeezing the last drops of the pearly white from him. The fingers of her other hand collect what she can from her skin to keep it from dripping on the couch, spreading it instead over her swollen lower lips.

His chest still heaves when she looks up at him with a tired smile, which he matches with a laugh when her final stroke makes him flinch. He pushes her hand off his cock and tells her, “Don’t move.”

She obeys, and watches him lean over to grab his phone off the side table, unlocking it and swiping up. “Is this okay?” he asks, motioning with his head. “This is too fucking sexy. Need a memento while you’re out of town.”

MJ giggles and nods, spreading her legs a little more as he goes to town. She does her best to coat her pussy in his cum, her long, glittering manicured nails adding a certain aesthetic to the shots. She even scoops some up and let him capture her sucking it off her middle finger.

Grayson smiles tiredly and kisses her sweetly, the gentleness and simplicity of it a little stark after the pure filth of the last twenty minutes. He tucks himself back in his pants and goes into her bathroom to get a wet rag to clean her up with, chucking it in the washer when he’s done. On his way back over to her, he picks up her long-forgotten panties off the middle of the living room floor with a smirk and hands them to her, plopping next to her and dragging her into his lap once they’re back on her body.

“I’m gonna have to insist on you having dessert every day,” she yawns into his chest with a sniffle. “I didn't know you liked cake so much.”

Grayson laughs and squeezes her tight to him, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead as he confirms to Netflix that, yes, they are indeed still watching. “And Ethan says I’m the cornball.”

“If he only knew.”

[idonthalfbloodymissyou]

hogwarts express

the marauders years on the hogwarts express, told from remus’ pov. my original one-shot, feel free to repost with credit!

1971 - year one

Remus stumbled into an empty compartment at the far end of the Hogwarts Express, absolutely exhausted from a few days prior.

He barely managed to stow his trunk before he slumped against the window and fell asleep.

--- 

Remus awoke to two boys with messy black hair sitting across from him, playing a game of Exploding Snap.

One of the boys had wavy shoulder length hair and pale blue eyes. The other had short, incredibly messy hair, warm hazel eyes, and glasses.

The one with the longer hair glanced up at Remus and elbowed his friend.

“We didn’t wake you, did we?” the one with glasses asked.

“Erm- no,” Remus said, slightly taken aback that someone was sitting with him.

“Good,” he said, looking relieved. “I’m James. James Potter.”

“I’m Remus Lupin,” Remus offered.

“As in Lyall Lupin’s son?” the boy with longer hair asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Remus nodded silently. He didn’t like discussing his father all that much, but thankfully neither boy pressed the matter.

“I’m Sirius Black,” he said. Remus nodded as James grinned.

“Nice to meet you,” Remus said.

“Want to play Exploding Snap?” Sirius asked.

“Sure. I’m rubbish though.”

“You can’t be rubbish; it’s a game of chance! Beside, no one is worse than Sirius here,” James said, reshuffling the cards.

“Hey!” Sirius protested, but James was no longer paying attention.

He was staring intently out of the compartment door. Remus and Sirius followed his gaze to see another black-haired boy in the hall, (although his hair was much greasier), talking to a girl with long, dark, auburn hair.

“You saw her too, right?” James asked. “The one with the red hair.”

“What about her?” Remus asked.

“She’s gorgeous!”

Sirius pulled a face but laughed.

“Now’s not time for girls, mate. Now is time for Remus here and I to kick your arse at Exploding Snap.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

1972 - year two

Remus made his way to the back of the train, finding the compartment he had sat in the previous year. He had just managed to pull his trunk in before Peter came in.

“Hi, Remus!” he said cheerfully.

“Hey, Peter. How was your summer?”

Peter smiled. “Oh, it was great! It was really nice to be home,” he paused as Remus helped him put his trunk on the rack. “What about you?”

“Oh, it was good.”

Before he could elaborate, James and Sirius came bursting in, breathing heavily.

“Oh, thanks, mate,” Sirius said, a wild grin on his face.

“No problem.”

Remus eyed them suspiciously. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” James said, very clearly guilty.

“Sirius?”

“He saved me from the Slytherins,” Sirius said, making a face. “Mum wanted me to help Reggie on and he dragged me into the Slytherin compartment. It was horrible!”

“Why were you running?” Peter asked.

“We may or may not have had to throw a dung bomb to escape.”

Peter laughed as Remus sighed. These were the friends he had made. Although it didn’t seem that way, he couldn’t be happier about it.

“You could have at least hexed them, you know,” Remus said.

1973 - year three

James walked into their compartment last, looking absolutely ready to burst with information.

“What is it?” Remus asked the moment he walked in. James looked around and closed the compartment door, grinning widely.

“I finished it,” he said.

Sirius was the first to understand. “You did? Show us!” he urged.

James grinned wider (if it was even possible) and pulled a piece of parchment out of his rucksack.

The cover read, Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs / Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present / THE MARAUDER’S MAP.

“Woah,” Peter breathed.

“Blimey, we did it!” Remus said.

James nodded proudly. “Dad had to help me a bit and we still need to find a way to hide it from normal people, but still! We did it!”

They all sat in their usual seats, spreading the map across the floor and inspecting every bit of it on their way to Hogwarts.

“McGonagall’s with Dumbledore,” Sirius pointed out.

“So?” Remus asked.

“So, what do you reckon they’re doing?”

“Gross!” Peter said, making a face.

“Minnie’s mine, Dumbledore better not be making any moves,” James said.

“I thought Lily was yours?” Remus asked.

Before James could reply, none other than Lily Evans opened the compartment door.

James jumped down, trying desperately to cover the map with the help of his friends.

“What are you doing?” Lily asked suspiciously.

“Nothing!” Peter said quickly.

“What are you doing, Evans?” Sirius asked.

Lily shrugged. “I was looking for Marlene and was wondering if you’d seen her.”

“No, I’m sorry, Lily. We haven’t,” Remus said.

“Okay. thanks anyway.” Lily paused outside the door before sticking her head back in. “By the way, Black, I’m not ‘Potter’s’. And that’s quite a brilliant map you’ve got there.”

The Marauders stared at her in shock as she closed the door.

“She didn’t rat us out?” Peter asked.

James shook his head, grinning. “I told you. She’s perfect.”

Remus couldn’t help but agree. Lily was the perfect match for James.

1974 - year four

“Did you hear?” James asked excitedly as the rest of his friends settled into their compartment. They’d gotten to Hogwarts in this compartment every year since first year.

“Hear what?” Peter asked.

“You didn’t hear?” James asked incredulously.

“No,” Remus said.

“How?”

“Prongs, you bloody prat, just tell us,” Sirius growled.

“We’re having a Yule Ball this year!” James said.

“A ball? Ugh,” Sirius said, making a face.

“Isn’t that usually when the Triwizard Tournament happenes?” Remus asked.

James nodded.

“But they cancelled that centuries ago,” Peter said.

“Apparently they still have a Yule Ball every five years, for Hogwarts students only. You know, for fun.”

“Balls aren’t fun,” Sirius grumbled.

“Is that why we needed dress robes?” Remus asked, deciding to ignore Sirius.

James nodded again.

“When is it?” Peter asked.

“Christmas Eve, I think. That’s when it was with the Tournament, so I think they keep it going.”

“I can’t wait,” Peter grinned.

“For a ball?! Wormtail, it’s a bloody dance,” Sirius whinged.

He proceeded to complain about how boring and awful dances were for the next twenty or so minutes as James and Peter ignored him.

Remus on the other hand, couldn’t help but be amused by his friends’ antics. He really loved them.

1975 - year five

Remus made his way down to their usual compartment from the prefects compartment.

“Remus!” James and Sirius yelled, pouncing on one of their best mates as he walked in.

“Hi,” Remus laughed. “How are you?”

“We’re amazing!” James said.

“We did it, Remus!” Peter said. James and Sirius grinned.

Remus stood there for a moment, confused, before the realization finally hit him.

“Are you serious?”

“Why yes, yes I am,” Sirius said, smirking.

Remus whacked his arm. “No you twat, did you actually do it?”

James grinned as he pulled the blinds shut on the compartment so no one would see.

“Wormtail, you’re up,” he said.

Peter grinned and directed his wand at himself. A moment later, a chubby brown rat laid on the floor where Peter was a moment before. He scurried up onto the seat as Sirius took his place, effectively turning into a great black dog.

Remus stood there, his mouth agape as Sirius jumped up next to Peter, who was still a rat.

“Moony, you may want to sit down for mine,” James said.

Remus rolled his eyes but hopped onto the seat nonetheless.

James directed his wand at himself this time, and suddenly a large stag was standing where James had been.

“Bloody hell,” Remus said, looking at his friends (who were now all animals). He let out a laugh. “You did it! You actually did it,” Remus said, grinning widely.

He couldn’t believe his friends had done this for him. Despite all the risks, they had done this because they cared about him.

1976 - year six

Remus made his way back from the prefect compartment with Lily, chatting about their summers.

“See you later,” Lily said, going to join Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas in their compartment. Remus waved and continued to the end of the train where he usually sat with the rest of the Marauders.

“Moony!” Peter yelled as he walked in.

Remus smiled, hugging his best mates.

“I missed you, Moony,” James said.

“Prongs? You missed me?” Remus asked playfully.

James rolled his eyes, sitting back in his usual seat.

“Padfoot’s been driving me mad. He’s bloody hard to handle on his own,”

“Hey!” Sirius protested.

Peter and Remus laughed.

“How’s that been, by the way?” Remus asked, now more serious.

Sirius shrugged, but had a large grin plastered on his face. “It’s been great. Mum’s so nice, much nicer than you lot,”

“Mum?” Peter asked.

“I’ve started calling Euphemia mum. Much nicer than my last one.”

Remus laughed again. “James, you okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Always wanted a brother, now I got one. Well, you lot too,” James said.

“So we’re an afterthought?” Remus teased.

“No!” James protested.

“He knows you’re kidding, Prongs,” Sirius said.

James shook his head. “You lot are all my family. That’s what the Marauder’s are; family.”

Remus smiled widely. James was right. They were family. They would always be there for each other no matter what, because that’s what family does.

1977 - year seven

Remus made his way back from the prefect compartment with James and Lily trailing behind him. They had been made Head Boy and Girl this year. How James had accomplished that was beyond any of them.

“Would you like to join us this year, Lily?” James asked as they got closer to the compartment.

Lily sighed. “May as well, I can’t seem to find Marlene or Mary anywhere.”

“Found them,” Remus said, pulling the door of their usual compartment open, being met with warm welcomes from their friends.

“What are you doing here?” Lily asked her friends.

Marlene shrugged. “Hanging out with mate,” she said, stating the obvious.

Lily rolled her eyes and sat down between Marlene and Mary. James settled across from her and Remus sat two seats down, squashed between Sirius and the window, just like always.

“Where’s Wormtail?” Remus asked.

Sirius shrugged. “Not sure. He brought in his trunk and said he’d be back before you guys and still hasn’t showed up.”

“Weird,” James said.

Just then, Peter made his way through the door.

“Wormtail!” James said.

Peter smiled. “Hi.”

Sirius grinned as Peter sat down.

“Great. Now that we’re all here, I have an idea,” Sirius said, pulling a muggle pocket knife out of his pocket.

“Oh no,” Remus groaned.

Mary and Lily eyed him warily but Marlene paid no attention. She was just as rebellious as him, nothing he did surprised her much at this rate.

Sirius got up and walked over to the window, bending down to carve something just below it. When he stepped back, there was a small S.B. underneath it.

“Brilliant!” James said, grabbing the pocket knife to go next, carving a small J.P. next to Sirius’ initials. Remus took the knife and added a R.L., then handed the knife over to Peter who hesitantly added a P.P. before giving the knife back to Sirius.

“That’s technically vandalism,” Mary pointed out.

“As long as it doesn’t have to do with us, let them have their fun,” Lily said.

“Evans!” James said, taken by surprise.

“What?”

“I never pegged you for a rule breaker!” James cried, clutching his chest dramatically.

Lily laughed, “Then there is much you don’t know about me.”

Remus smiled, watching his friends as they all began to engage in chatter.

He couldn’t believe he was about to begin his last year at Hogwarts, but he knew he would be with his friends, and that calmed him. No matter what, they would always be there for him, because they weren’t just friends; they were family.

1993

Remus apparrated right outside of Kings Cross at 9 am, hiding in the alleyway. He slowly made his way through the station, pausing when he reached the barrier to Platform 9 ¾. He looked around, and quickly stepped through the barrier onto the platform.

Remus had to hold in his tears as he looked around sadly. Usually the platform was busy and bustling with students, and Sirius, James, and Peter would be hanging around somewhere, waiting for him or playing a prank on some new students. Or, in a few cases, snogging girls.

Remus smiled sadly as he remembered that particular year.

The train wouldn’t leave for another two hours, and therefore Remus had it to himself as he made his way on board, slowly walking down the corridor to their compartment. Upon finding it, he let a few tears escape.

Remus ran his hands over the worn seats, stowing his trunk and then bending down. Right there, under the window where they had left them seventh year, were the initials.

S.B., J.P., R.L., and P.P.. Underneath those, carved later, at the end of the year, were the initials L.E..

He sat down, keeping his eyes trained on the initials, thinking about all the good times they had in this compartment.

Who would have thought he’d be back? And alone. All alone. Because his friends were gone. James and Lily were dead. Peter was dead. And Sirius- oh, Sirius.

He was in Azkaban. Even though everyone thought he was responsible, Remus wouldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t allow himself to believe it. Sirius hated Voldemort. He wanted to bring him down. He left his family because they supported him.

There was no way Sirius betrayed them. He just couldn’t have- he wouldn’t have.

Remus leaned back, dropping his face into his hands and sobbing. He couldn’t help it anymore. Everyone he loved was gone. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep before the hoard of Hogwarts students began to board.

---

Remus woke up to a dark, cold train, hearing voices.

“Quiet!” he said suddenly, his voice hoarse from sleep.

There was a soft, crackling noise, and a flickering light filled the compartment. Remus had conjured a small clump of flames.

“Stay where you are,” he said as he got slowly to his feet with his handful of fire held out in front of him.

Before he could reach the compartment door however, it slid open slowly.

Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the shivering flames in Remus’ hand, was a dementor.

And then from beneath the hood, it drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings.

Remus summoned his happiest memories. Meeting his friends. Being sorted. The year they mastered Animaguses for him. The day James and Lily got together. Their wedding. The day Harry was born.

“Expecto Patronum!” he yelled. His Patronus became a wolf, just like it had been for the past decade. The dementor disappeared as his Patronus ran up and down the corridor, and a moment later, they were gone.

The lights flickered back on, and the train began moving once more. Remus turned around and his breath caught in his throat. Lying on the compartment floor, appearing to have passed out, was James.

But no, it couldn’t have been.

That’s when he noticed the scar.

“Harry,” he whispered to himself.

Harry. It was Harry. James and Lily’s son. He hadn’t seen him in twelve years. Not since the day before his parents were killed. He didn’t even see him on the day they were. No, by the time he had arrived, it was too late.

He had shown up to a dark, almost destroyed house, and discovered two of his best friends lying on the floor, dead, very much like Harry looked now.

He held in his tears and made his way forward to help, almost losing it when he noticed a red-haired girl. She looked very much like Lily. Only a few things about her were different.

Her eyes were brown instead of emerald, she had more freckles, and her hair was just a shade lighter than Lily’s, but she had very similar features. And when she spoke, she had the same fire in her eyes and determinedness in her voice that Lily always had.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Ginny!” a girl with bushy brown hair scolded. “He’s a professor.”

“Oh,” the girl who he assumed to be Ginny said.

Remus smiled sadly. “Yes, I am a professor.”

A red-haired boy and the girl with bushy brown hair began slapping Harry’s face, trying to wake him up.

“Harry! Harry! Are you all right?”

“W-what?”

Harry opened his eyes and Remus gasped.

He knew Harry had Lily’s eyes. He had seen them before, as a baby. But seeing him here, older, he looked so much more like both of his parents.

He really was James with Lily’s eyes. He felt his shoulders sag with sadness as he thought of all the things he and his friends had missed out on as Harry had grown up.

The girl with bushy hair and the red-haired boy helped Harry back into his seat. The same seat James always used to sit in.

“Are you okay?” the red-haired boy asked Harry nervously.

“Yeah,” said Harry, looking quickly toward the door. “What happened? Where’s that- that thing? Who screamed?”

“No one screamed,” said the red-haired, more nervously still.

Harry looked around the compartment. Ginny and a boy with blonde hair that looked curiously like Frank and Alice Longbottom looked back at Harry, both very pale.

“But I heard screaming-”

Remus pulled a large slab of chocolate out of his robes, and began breaking it into pieces. The loud snap made all the kids jump.

“Here,” he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece. “Eat it. It’ll help.”

Harry took the chocolate but didn’t eat it.

“What was that thing?” he asked Remus.

“A Dementor,” said Remus, who was now giving chocolate to everyone else. “One of the Dementors of Azkaban.”

Remus didn’t elaborate more than that. He was already thinking about the fact that they were the things that had guarded Sirius for twelve years and stopped him from escaping. Now, they were looking for him. But no. Remus couldn’t dwell on that now.

Everyone stared at him. Remus crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket.

“Eat,” he repeated. “It’ll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me…”

He strolled past Harry and disappeared into the corridor, immediately beginning to shake and sob the moment he was obscured from view.

He stood there for several moments, crying and crying because it had finally hit him. His friends were gone. They were gone. They had been for twelve years. Twelve years.

He was alone, and they weren’t coming back.

[autumnrory]

Sharon is not only the villain, she is totally bad, she kills, she manipulates, she has provided weapons to a group of terrorists, she supports human experiments, she wants power.

She managed to manipulate everyone to do what she wants. Even Sam got her pardon, in the post-credit scene she gets pardon from the government, and we see her talking to someone that they now have access to all the government's weapons and secrets and that is to prepare buyers.

She's not even a fun villain. She is another character, there is nothing about Shaon that we saw in the previous films, and it is jus she is like that because she feels betrayed and abandoned.

MCU is coming to destroy the characters. I'm even afraid for Bucky because they made him betray Wakanda to bring Zemo back.

ugh yikes it makes me so sad that they would do this to her character especially bc i really liked her in catws and it’s just been downhill since then

guess that means they’re setting up for future appearances with that, but that CERTAINLY doesn’t sound like it can lead anywhere good, not that i think the mcu can go anywhere good anymore lmao

to be fair, marvel does not have a good track record with villains. i find the majority of them incredibly boring and annoying. the only ones i think that were compelling were hela, killmonger and pierce, which ya know, ragnarok, black panther and catws are the top mcu movies so makes sense (to be clear, people stanning villains.........don’t stan pierce he’s a goddamn nazi, the movie just did a good job making him terrifying, whereas the other two were like somewhat entertaining AND killmonger did have the emotional depth though i did not like him dude murdered his girlfriend)

i get that often villain origin stories are like that but.......i don’t think it fits with what we saw of her previously, i mean i can’t speak with certainty, not watching the show and seeing how it’s executed, but from everything you’ve told me about it, it sounds messy

there’s inconsistencies with how pretty much every significant character in the mcu is written but. the cracks are just getting worse and worse. i haven’t heard as much about them doing sam wrong in this show, except someone mentioned him making a gross comment about bucky’s brainwashing or s/t which sam of all people would NOT do, but anyway i hope at least they did him pretty well in the show in comparison to sharon and bucky? still, it all just makes me sad like, these characters finally get a chance to shine and obvs i see a lot of people giving the show love, but i just don’t know that sam and bucky really got the story they deserved, not that it was really possible at this point in the mcu, but still. it could’ve been done better

[pumpkinofthedale]

Here is a lil snippet of chapter 2 of my cronus fic... it’s like 19k words right now and I’m only just now hitting the real meat of it so jus... a lil morsel....

“Would you show me? If… you want to I mean.” He looked a little sheepish. “I ain’t ever seen one ‘fore and so maybe it could be fun and stuff… not that I’m super into sappy shit but it’s crispmass. And you like them, right?”

“Sure why not.” At least it would give you something to do while you sobered up. And hell, maybe he was right, maybe it would be fun.

He positively beamed. “Awesome! – I mean uh… cool. Very cool. Just a couple of cool cats watching stupid movies.”

You snorted.

“See... the awesome was perfectly fine. You trying to make yourself sound cool was absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary and made it weird.”

“You’re ridiculous and unnecessary.” Cronus stuck his tongue out as he stood up, holding out a hand to you to help you up.

You took it, “What are you, twelve?”

“Yes.”

Ah yes, how could you have forgotten.

You went to give him a playful shove but he was like a rock. A dense, six and a half foot rock, and it had the opposite effect of you swaying a bit.

That shuckboy had the gall to just laugh at your expense like some sort of jerk, and you were about to respond but he just tugged you along out of his little sound studio and into another room along the same hallway. It was a fair size, well furnished with a large couch, a tv, some poofy bean bag chairs, a record player and several shelves filled with what looked like dozens if not more records, and a wall covered in pictures of John Travolta.

“This is my dude cavern.” Cronus said without a hint of shame.

And you fucking lost it, drunkenly giggling.

Dude Cavern.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing.” You mumbled, flopping onto the couch.

Ooo very plush. A+ couch.

He sat down next to you and when you didn’t move away he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Cronus, you reek of cologne. It’s offending my delicate human sensibilities.” You shoved him off.

“Yeah, I smell sexy as hell. But you? You smell like dairy products.”

Gross.

You looked down at your damp sweater… eugh he was right you did smell like dairy (with a hint of cinnamon). God it was only gonna get grosser the longer you kept it on.

He looked at you quizzically. “Jeegus, kitten, you okay?”

“No. My sweater smells like milk.”

“Do….” He fidgeted again, “Do you want one of mine? I think I have a spare in here somewhere.”

The troll hopped off the couch and opened a door you hadn’t noticed before, rummaging around. He pulled something out, looking over at you before shaking his head and pulling out a different wad of cloth, tossing it over to you. “Try that one out.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, you’re literally standing right there. I’m not giving in to your shameless ploy to see me topless.”

He clicked his tongue, a static-y sort of soft buzz coming from him. That was a new one. “Fine. Don’t change then.”

Cronus sat down next to you again, still reeking of cologne. You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t mean to be a rude house guest but your cologne’s gonna give me a headache if I’m in prolonged proximity to it… I know it sounds silly, but I really do get headaches from aerosol scents….” God this was awkward…. Maybe you should just go. You were being rude. But you were drunk, and you kind of wanted to watch Hallmark movies…. The Mailman was right about at least one thing: sad endings sucked, and you wanted to watch some mindless holiday movies and see shit work out in the end. “Go make yourself smell less like a perfume department.”

“Fiiine I’ll go wash it off.” He got up again with a huff. “Unless you want to wash it off for me.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively but you just nudged (shoved) him with your foot. He went back to that same door, rummaging around and pulling some things out and heading over to yet another door you hadn’t noticed before.

(You really needed to brush up on your observation skills… though it was probably because you were drunk.)

Pausing to look at you one more time he asked, “Could you put on a movie? We have literally all of the cable. Human cable. Troll Cable. Streaming services ‘n shit too.”

He disappeared into what looked like a little bathroom from the glimpse you caught before he shut the door leaving you alone.

Bougie ass bitch. Rich people and their ‘cable’ services. You hadn’t paid for anything in years and you intended to keep it that way.

You flipped through about a thousand and one channels, self conscious about the milk smell that refused to be put out of your mind. Frustrated you tossed the remote on the couch, gave a hasty look at the door Cronus had gone into. You could still hear the sound of water running, so as quickly as you could, you shimmied out of your gross dairy clothes and into the hoodie he’d tossed you. It was massive, a deep plum color with that squiggly symbol the Amporas wore in lilac bordered by violet and gold. You practically felt like you were swimming in it. But it was dry, and warm, and smelled like detergent with only a hint of the body spray he usually wore and a faint briny scent that reminded you a little of nori. Altogether not unpleasant. (Actually you found you didn’t mind it at all).

You piled your eggnog drenched shirt and sweater next to the door so you would remember them later (kind of dreading putting them back on for your drive home), and switched the tv over to one of the streaming services. Finding a hallmark movie from there was no problem at all.

It still sounded like the water was going so you got up to check out one of the posters on the wall of John Travolta. Well at least you knew for a fact who Cronus was trying so hard to emulate. Although come to think of it, you rarely saw him in a leather jacket.

He'd been in there kind of a while... but you supposed that that was probably normal for someone with gills. You had begun to flip through a few of his records before the door opened.

Cronus looked…. Different.

Hair in a messy, damp, slightly curly mop instead of neatly slicked back with who knows how many products, wide circular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, clad in a hoodie and sweat pants. The hot toddy mug still clutched in his hand. (Had he brought that into the bathroom with him?)

There was something about him that felt eerily familiar though. You couldn’t quite place it until you saw the two scars on his forehead.

Two little twin lightning bolts.

You failed to stifle your giggle.

“Yeah, I get it. I just figured why not be comfortable since you’ve made it pretty fuckin’ clear we ain’t gonna fuck tonight….” He trailed off, looking at you intently, violet blush spreading from his cheeks to his fins.

“You look like troll Harry Potter,” You finally managed to wheeze out.

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravs and Rising talk after Dirtpatch.

Rising Lotus Pushed the door to the company hall open, bucket full of who knows what in her off hand. After pulling it shut behind her she saw the familiar face in new clothes. “Oh, Hey Cravs!” her face brightened up, eyeing the woman up and down afterwards. “New gear eh? Been plannin’ to change things up or jus’ sort of somethin’ you ended up doin’?” she set her bucket down, the contents looking to be squirming around each other.

Cravendy Hound had bought the new gear yesterday but had just gotten around to wearing it for the first time. It felt odd at first. Part of her didn’t want to leave the house - to switch back to what she was used to and carry on with the day. But what did she have to fear?

Cravendy Hound: “Oh, uh, yeah! I don’t know. The usual’s more suited for gunnin’, but since I kept endin’ up in close combat, I figured I should get somethin’ for that. Somethin’ I can really move around in if I wanna sock someone.” She eyes the strange bucket curiously. “Fishin’ supplies?”

Rising Lotus Stepped forward, nodded at the explanation as she studied Cravendy’s new armor a bit close. “Aye makes sense, looks a bit thicker than your old stuff, good for takin’ a hit for sure.” she gave it a final nod of approval. “Looks good on ya, an’ it’ll be nice to know you’re well protected if we end up brawlin’ together.” she flashed a cocky grin before looking over her shoulder at the bucket.

Rising Lotus: “Oh sorta, more jus’ fish food. Worms an’ slugs an’ other things they eat. I ought to learn to make ‘em into dry food, can build up a stock of it.”

Cravendy Hound stretches an arm, her hand placed above her shoulder as she makes tight circles with her elbow. The thought of actually fighting with her fists again was a bit daunting, but there’d be plenty of time before then. Time to practice with Rising or on a punching bag, perhaps. “Don’t go easy on me if we train together.”

Cravendy Hound: “Eurghh...Did ye go diggin’ for this stuff?” She taps the side of the bucket with her foot, jostling it to take a look at what’s underneath the first layer.

Rising Lotus: “Of course not! I expect the same from you too! Don’t get strong from holdin’ back.” she cracked her knuckles with a snicker “Maybe we could start up a company trainin’ day, keep everyone on their toes. Not the same as fightin’ giant weird spiders but good enough I ‘spose.”

Rising Lotus She gave the bucket a tap herself. “Aye, dug up or caught. Some of it I paid some kids to get for me, gives them a bit of gil and a fuller bucket for me. They know the area a bit better too.” she let out a content sigh, licking her lower lip as it seemed she was working up to say something. “So, umm...Dirt Patch looks pretty nice now huh?”

Cravendy Hound: “That was the only time I fought a giant robot spider, and I’m ‘opin’ it’ll be my last. Still one time too many.” Cravs rolls her wrist around, imagining how painful it’d be to punch solid metal. On second thought, melee training didn’t sound so appealing anymore, but still. It felt like something to keep up.

Cravendy Hound smiles at the thought of Rising putting kids to work, the gross treasures that they’d bring back. It was smart thinking too. On the subject of Dirtpatch, Cravs simply nods. “Yeah, it’s a pretty lil’ place now. The villagers are a tough bunch and can take care of themselves, but I can’t ‘elp but worry for ‘em...Maybe I’m just gonna miss them askin’ for ‘elp all the time.”

Rising Lotus Returns the nod. “Aye, from what they started with an’ all, it’s crazy how fast we could help them get back on their feet. That’d bein’ said...I’m sure they wouldn’t pass up free help if you paid them a visit.” she let out a light chuckle, smiling softly. “Mostly wanna see how that bird is gonna grow up myself..” she cleared her throat after she spoke, silent for a few moments before finally mustering herself up to speak.

Rising Lotus: “How about uh.. You… I mean..” she broke her gaze with Cravs, running her hand over the top of her head to her neck. “Are you doin’ alright...an’ stuff?” she huffed lightly, perhaps a bit frustrated at her delivery of the question.

Cravendy Hound nibbles on her bottom lip in thought. From typhoons to bandit attacks, Dirtpatch felt like it was just one disaster away from going back to being nothing. But the paranoia stemmed from protectiveness, and Cravs cared about the village...which was a first. There were pros and cons to the feeling. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep an eye on the place. I don’t know, it’s just that the brighter ye shine, the darker the shadow. Somethin’ could ‘appen, but I guess worryin’ ain’t doing anyone no good.”

Cravendy Hound: “Oh.” Crav’s face goes blank. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, let alone Rising as well, to follow up. “Er. Yeah I’m fine...I mean. What stuff are ye referrin’ to?” Her voice dims and wavers towards the end. She has a moment in her mind and naught else could fit what Rising was asking about, and yet she still finds herself doubting herself.

Rising Lotus Goes to speak but instead weakly shrugs, taking a short breath before trying again. “Jus’, whatever I guess.” she clenched her fists, eyes shutting tightly in frustration at her vague questions. “No… jus’ after your walk an’ everything, an’ the night. I jus’ wanted to make sure that you’re alright after that.” She finally returned her gaze to Cravs, looking concerned. For her friend of course, but also that her blabbering would scare the woman off.

Cravendy Hound finds Rising’s uncertainty comforting in a weird way. Both of them being so careful and unlike how they usually were, like a pair of awkward teens. Cravs lets out a breath, smiling. “Haha, ah...yer sweet. Riylli was waitin’ for me after, to make sure I was okay too. I’m still ‘ere. Not sick, not dead. Still ‘ere.”

Cravendy Hound: “The short answer is both. Fine in some ways, messed up in others, but that’s nothin’ new. I, uh, wanna take this talk somewhere else? Somewhere others won’t judge me for ‘avin’ a soft ‘eart,” Cravs notes, looking around the hallway.

Rising Lotus Let out a soft sigh as she answered, relieved to hear any answer at all. She did however break her gaze again at the sweet comment, cheeks flaring up a bit “She did eh? Hm, that was nice of her..” her eyes darted back in Crav’s direction as she continued to speak, nodded quickly at the offer to change locales for their chat. “Y-Yeah, sorry, shouldn’t of jus’ dropped that..out here.” she glanced down to her bucket, snatching it back up.

Rising Lotus: “You want to come to my room? I don’t want to leave these things out here, an’ I’m sure you don’t want ‘em anywhere near yours. It’s jus’, a bit messy though.”

Cravendy Hound agrees to the suggestion with a nod of her head, and starts towards the company rooms. As she walks over, she wonders just how messy Rising's room could be. Cravs steels herself for the worst case scenario - a room full of slug buckets and worms. Definitely worth seeing though.

Rising Lotus After stepping into her room Rising set her bucket of crawlies on a crate near the door, placing a board over the opening followed by a rock or old brick, the bug storage system of champions. “That ought to keep them in place…” as she lead Cravs to the couch, Hopp could been seen floating in the little pool in the corned, wiggling its feet in the air while it slowly bounced from side to side. She chose the chair to sit in, glad she had kicked most of her smallclothes toward her bed just earlier that day

Rising Lotus: Was quick to break the silence as they settled in. “Sorry, uh.. About bein’ so..clumsy with…” she merely twirled her hand between the two. “Have a hard time with it these days.”

Cravendy Hound is pleasantly surprised by Rising’s room! The generous amount of fish tanks were to be expected, but the channels that connected the smaller to the larger...it was impressive to behold and likely required a good deal of effort to maintain. She lets out a whistle and takes a seat. “The freshest and finest food for yer fishies.”

Cravendy Hound: “Clumsy? What, ye mean with yer words?” Cravs scoffs. “Oh, don’t worry. We both ‘ave that problem, and I know ‘ow ‘ard it can be to just talk sometimes.”

Cravendy Hound: “I mean, just listen to me! Barely got a ‘andle on speakin’ as is,” she laughs. “Even ‘ad people think I was speakin’ another language. And to that, I say...Bugger off.”

Rising Lotus Snickered a bit “I’ve definitely been given’ a hard time for not know some of those hoity toity words them well learned folks use..” she grinned “course once you rough ‘em up a bit they tend not to care.” she sighed, looking much more calm in a familiar environment. “But jus’..stuff like that...last person I could talk easily with it ‘bout…” she trailed off, merely shrugging weakly.

Rising Lotus: “Anyway, hard as it is I still wanted to check up on ya, cause, ya know.” she huffed a bit, she wasn’t about to get that shmaltzy yet.

Cravendy Hound: “Heh, music to my ears. Yer speakin’ my language,” Cravs says, a smug smile tugging up the corner of her mouth. When Rising continues on about the ‘last person’ she could speak easily with, Cravs fills in the blanks on her own, and doesn’t push it. Wasn’t right to open old wounds.

Cravendy Hound leans back in the chair and rests her head against the wooden surface behind it, staring forward. God, it felt so foreign to her to be open /at all/ and yet here she was. Doing that strange and odd thing again. But it felt right, and Rising wasn’t the type to judge anyway. Cravs had promised to herself to change, and this was simply a part of that.

Cravendy Hound: “And I appreciate ye checkin’ up on me. So..uh.” She makes a sputtering sound, unable to get ‘thank you’ out. Some things would have to come later. “...uh, yeah. Truth be told, all that stuff with Wyda disappearin’. It never felt right to me. I’m not over it, and maybe I never will.”

Rising Lotus Smiled softly at the thank you, despite the lack of actual words. She gave herself a few moments to think next, wanting to choose her words carefully given that situation. “I don’t understand what happened at all, an’ I don’t know much ‘bout your past, but I don’t think that’s somethin’ you can really jus’ get over. Jus’ gotta bear it with ya, but you folks who’ll help ya with it.” she really hoped she wasn’t just talking out of her arse and it made sense.

Rising Lotus: “..though I know it’s hard to do. To uh, trust people, I mean. ‘Specially when you try an’ put about a strongness to yourself.”

Cravendy Hound: “Yeah, it just sort of becomes a part of ye. Somethin’ that ‘urts from time to time, but denyin’ it’ll make things worse,” Cravs sighs wistfully. “I don’t know. A big part of me thinks I don’t deserve anythin’ good, especially yer trust, after what I did. But seein’ Dirtpatch get restored with all yer guys ‘elp...I’ve been tryin’ to tell myself it ain’t hypocritical to do good after ye’ve done bad.”

Cravendy Hound tilts her head slightly to her left, one eye covered by a long twist of hair and the other, unmasked. “Compared to ‘ow I was doin’ at the start of everythin’, it’s like day and night. Knowin’ that there are others goin’ through somethin’ similar, or just knowin’ someone cares. Took awhile for it to start sinkin’ in, but once I did...it ‘elped. Just ‘avin’ friends like ye.”

Rising Lotus Rising cocked her head as Cravs mentioned what she did, not quite sure what it might have been. As she said, she didn’t know much about her past, but smiled nonetheless at her revelation about their work at Dirtpatch. “Aye, most of the time you can turn things around, ‘less you’re like some sort of murderer or somethin’ I ‘spose. But we all make mistakes, you jus’ gotta try to keep movin’. She paused for a moment, chewing her lower lip as she mulled her words over.

Rising Lotus: “I understand.. I mean what I was goin’ through the last year before joinin’ up with Heartwood wasn’t too crazy, but it wasn’t very good. An’ jus’...bein’ here an’ meetin’ new folks has helped a lot. An’ meetin’ you, I mean you’re the only one I can understand what you’re talkin’ ‘bout most of the time!” she chuckled lightly “So many of them are jus’, aether this an’ some mechanical thing that! With you though…” she shrugged. “It’s easy I guess.

Cravendy Hound bites on her bottom lip at the mention of murdering. But hey - was it really murdering if the other person deserved it? Cravs lets out a controlled breath, sure that Rising is instead referring to ‘axe-crazy’ people as opposed to what she had engaged in. Which kind of fit that category too. Being a pirate led to those sorts of situations, just part of the job! She forces a fake smile to cover up her reaction.

Cravendy Hound: “Pff, I’m sick of all the aether talk too. Seems like it can do everythin’ and then some. I, for one, am just interested in ‘ow to avoid bein’ blown up by it,” Cravs wryly notes. “But yeah...I’m thankful for all of ye. Yer a good friend, and a good person.”

Rising Lotus “You’re a good friend as well, an’ I think you’re a good person, even if you think otherwise sometimes.” smiling contently for a moment, she started chuckling nervously. “..Speakin’ of thin’s blowin’ up.. Had Mayumi look at my spear an’, aside from it bein’ shite, which I knew, guess it’d gettin’ less stable. The aether part could explode one of these days.”

Rising Lotus: “O-Only when it’s on though,” she was quick to correct herself “An’ she said it’d be pretty obvious, it’ll start cracklin’ an’ shakin’.” letting out a long sigh she lean back into her chair, through her head back over the top. “It’s been a pain in the ass most the time, but a good spear over all. Gonna be a shame to lose it.”

Cravendy Hound straightens her back at Rising’s claim. She thought she was a good person? Really? A blush rises up into her cheeks as she stammers a response back without thinking. “N-no, I’m not, and the sooner ye find out the better. So ye don’t feel disappointed.” But despite what she was saying, her heart fluttered with a tiny bit of pride. She must be doing something right to give Rising the impression.

Cravendy Hound: “Uhh, what? It’s gonna explode?! And that’s somethin’ ye can’t fix?!”

Rising Lotus Shook her head. “Nah, it’s too broken. Materials aren’t holdin’ up or somethin’.. Can’t remember the specifics Mayumi said.” she let out another drawn out sigh. “Jus’ that it’ll probably happen, an’ I don’t got a back up right now. Bit too late now, but maybe I ought to check out where my old one was left.” She sat forward once more, lifting herself form the slumped position she was just in.

Rising Lotus: “It was what I spent the money I had saved up on when I first got to Idyllshire. It’s been a pain, but it’s had more than its fair share of good battles.”

(Cravendy Hound) like a reliable old car, this spear is )) (Rising Lotus) And like a reliable old car, it also is probably a deathtrap in some way xD)) (Cravendy Hound) old car that was bought used already )) (Rising Lotus) gotta put money in to fix it every other week))

Cravendy Hound grimaces, worried about the spear shaking and exploding at any moment. “Swivin’ sacks of salt, guess it was a good thing ye got May to look at it then. I didn’t even know that was a thing that could ‘appen with spears. Always assumed they like fancy knives on a stick, but err...Better than that of course.”

Cravendy Hound: “Call me sentimental, but I ‘ave a ‘ard time lettin’ old possessions go. Though I guess it’s different when yer stuffs been nothin’ but trouble.” Cravs reaches back and pulls out her flintlock pistol. She feels its familiar weight in her hand, considering the curves of the weapon with care. “For instance, I can’t imagine lettin’ this explode. Would rather let it retire.”

Rising Lotus “Well it’s a bit different when it has aether parts makin’ a fancy energy blade, normal spears don’t explode, they’re jus’ metal an’ wood. But aye, would’ve been bad for all of us if we didn’t know it was comin’.” she grimaced at the thought. Rising examined the firearm as Cravs brought it out, nodding at it’s craftsmanship.

Rising Lotus: “I’m with ya, but since we can’t really take it apart it’s probably best to jus’ let it blow up. Wouldn’t want it to accidentally go off in my room."

Cravendy Hound twirls the pistol over her hand, a motion clearly practiced far too often. Without noticing at first, she does the same motion with her other empty hand. Cravs blinks, suddenly and acutely aware of the twin gun’s absence. She sighs and makes a mental note to go searching for it one day...but the odds of finding it were slim. There were more useful, and less nostalgic, ways to spend her time. Cravs tucks the gun away.

Cravendy Hound: “Hm. Is yer spear in this room right now? Maybe it’d be best to...iono. Put it outside just in case. Are we talkin’ a big explosion?”

Rising Lotus “Don’t worry it’s outside, and lemme think…” she rubbed her chin “Mayumi said ten somethin’, I don’t think it was malms cause that’d be crazy, so yalms probably? Enough where no one should be near it when it’s gonna blow. ‘Less you’re tryin’ to blow ‘em up then ya know, the more the merrier.” she shrugged, might as well make the best of a bad situation!

Rising Lotus: “Well I’ve kept ya for long enough, I’m glad you’re doin’ alright Cravs.” she cleared her throat, scratched the back of her head as she watched the fish right past her friend. “An’ ya know.. You can always ask if you wanna.. Talk an’ all. I’m here for ya.” her cheeks turned red at the sudden show of sentimentality.

Cravendy Hound gets the sense that Rising doesn’t share her concern over the explosive spear, and slumps. “Seven ‘ells, if I find a crater in yer room one day, then ye can bet yer sorry arse I’m gonna lecture ye until yer ear falls off!” She shakes her head.

Cravendy Hound: “Heh, of course. Thanks for listenin’. And I could say the same back to ye.” Cravs gets up and stretches, ready to return to...whatever she did during the day. Not even realizing that she said thanks for one. As she makes her way out of the seating area, she taps her foot against Rising’s bucket of bugs with a smirk. “Don’t let me keep ye from feedin’ yer pets.”

[levi-robbed-my-tea-cupboard]

Rating: Teen And Up

Relationships: Hange/Levi, pure pre-Levihan

Words: 2176

Additional Tags: as Levi would say - shitload of them

Summary: Levi wakes up from a nap at the airport to discover someone’s pressed to him and won’t let go.

Written for Levihan Eggschange 2020 organised by @levihanweek ♥

Happy reading to my giftee and I only hope they will be able to find it ^_^

You can also read the fic under the cut, but if you have no problem with ao3 I recommend reading there cause I edit with ao3 in mind and it probably looks better there ;>

Stranger Snuggle

Everything was against him.

The burn in his thighs, the late sunshine blinding his eyes, the dirt on the streets making his smart shoes slide with every second step, the wheels of his suitcase, surly damned by now as he was pulling them after himself through all the curbs, his breath heavy when he suddenly stopped, knowing he wouldn’t make it on time. Everything. Fuck!

Levi kicked the automatic door moving apart in what must have been slow motion, because no fucking way it was their average speed. A security guard took a step in his direction but Levi’s one pissed glance made him stop and he entered the airport unbothered.

Holly fucking shit!

He came just in time to see his flight disappear from the departures board and the anti-burglar blinds go down in most of the stores, accompanying his misfortune. Taking deep breaths to calm down a little he went to the coffee shop in the middle of the hall, in which two workers were still hanging around, and glanced yearningly at the empty food display. At least he’d get himself something warm to drink, he thought, before the coffee shop staff informed him they had already cleaned everything and were as good as closed.

Fucking perfect.

Hungry, thirsty, exhausted from running and even more annoyed then a while ago, Levi sat on the nearest couch, clearly belonging to the coffee shop, and gave the workers another glare, making sure none of them would dare to protest. He took out his laptop and, cursing the too slow airport Wi-Fi everything he had in his rich shit-talking inventory, he booked the nearest flight home. The price was another thing to put him down, knowing he wouldn’t get a refund, not after spectacularly messing up his task. His next flight was at five in the morning, so in eight hours.

Eight hours for which Levi wouldn’t dare to go to the hotel by the airport because, one, he wouldn’t give himself a single credit he wouldn’t oversleep and miss yet another flight, and two, after wasting so much money on a flight alone he kinda shouldn’t be spending more, not yet.

So yep, he was going to wait there the six hours or so before he’d be able to check in, get rid of his luggage and eat something in the departure longue, since everything in the open space closed. Had he already though how fucked up things were?

It wasn’t fine but he tried to convince himself it was and not to think about coming work late and sleep deprived, straight from the plane, and alone. Fucking co-workers who not only didn’t show up to their meeting the scheduled time but didn’t show up at all, fuck them! He tried to ignore his empty stomach and the chill on his skin that he felt once he rested a little after his run. The little bit of sweat cooled him unpleasantly. The burn in his things was almost imperceptible as he was sitting, but the tired muscles were slowly sabotaging him and lulling his brain to give them a rest and sleep. Just fall asleep on the soft coach, which Levi was refusing to do, and the thought of all the people before him that must have been sitting there, sleeping maybe, half of them probably just as gross as he felt at the moment, was doing a great job in keeping him sober.

The crowds were thinning with time passing, as only a few planes were leaving at night, and the noise turned into a nearly silence, with the buzz of ventilation somewhere at the side of Levi’s consciousness, ASMR-like almost, and…

……zzZZ

Levi thought that his pillow felt weirdly scratchy tonight. As if it wasn’t his pillow but one of the cushions from…

Oh, no.

He jerked up, remembering where he was and that sleeping there was absolutely unacceptable. Or rather he tried to jerk up, because there was something heavy pressing him to the side of the coach. Something hard and, to give it justice, probably being what kept him warm, because he didn’t feel the chilliness anymore.

Levi opened his eyes, expecting to see the hall crowded and someone, just like him, accidentally falling asleep next to him, but no. Except for a few people whose silhouettes he could notice on the far away, uncomfortable chairs, and probably the security guards luring somewhere in the dark, it was almost empty! So why, the fuck, someone decided to treat him like a human pillow rather than sit… Well, anywhere else.

“Tsk.” Levi snorted and tried to push the person apart, but instead they murmured something in their sleep and… Did they just slipped an arm behind his back? Ugh! Levi tried to wriggle a little, but all it caused was making the other one clutch closer, as if they were afraid their only source of warmth was going to escape.

Resigned, Levi looked around himself, noticing what in the dimmed light seemed to be a particularly used up and over-packed backpack with what should be an illegal amount of pins. Would they even be allowed into a plane with those? He took a look at the person by his side, now literally hugging him, which, while annoying him, was making him warmish and sleepy again. But the closer look was exactly what he needed to wake his normal reactions just a little bit, and he started to realise this was not good.

The backpacker kept half of his hair in a messy ponytail, the other half was almost covering their face, only a prominent nose was sticking out from the kind of greasy strands of hair. Yuk! Looking further down their body, which Levi couldn’t decide whether was female or male, he saw a giant, knitted sweater reaching half their tight, skinny jeans and…

Aaaaaaaah! There was a hole in their sock!

“Hey! Wake up!” He couldn’t take it anymore, seriously, the hole was too disturbing. “Come one, you filthy sleepyhead, I’m not a free mattress, shit!” Levi eventually managed to push them away, making them fall onto the other side of the coach, and he could see the front of their sweater that they were pressing to him looked like it had a particularly close contact with mud. Or something even worse.

Being pushed onto their back must have woken them up, because they yawned heavily and stretched.

“Is it morning already?” They asked, and Levi thought, judging from their voice rather than the slim build, that it was a woman. Because whom was he to judge people by their body build, nevermind that thought actually…

“No. But you’ve fallen asleep on me of all people, and I was concerned.” Levi said.

The woman looked at him as if Levi’s words didn’t make much sense and Levi saw the biggest, shiniest eyes he’d ever seen. Which was another thought he’d rather not have... Luckily for him, or maybe not so luckily, he was too tired to decide, the sight lasted only a glimpse, because she squinted.

“Where are my glasses?” She murmured, palpating through the coach.

Levi didn’t answer to that, more and more irritated with every passing second and slowly coming to the sober realisation that he’d been just chosen by this crazy, dirty backpacker. Maybe she didn’t stink, by judging by her looks she hadn’t seen a shower for a while now either. Disgusting. And who knew what else was on her mind, and what she was hiding in the backpack.

Eventually she found the glasses somewhere behind her and looked at him again, this time focused.

“You look annoyed.” She said. As if it was his fault. As if he was the weird one here, damn it!

“What a surprise.” Levi hissed, grabbed his suitcase and went to the other side of the coffee shop, the broken wheels creaking behind him. He could swear the weirdo was staring after him.

He barely sit on another coach when the woman came after him and sat, to Levi’s please on a separate armchair.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked back, as if it wasn’t absolutely obvious.

“Of course not, why would I be?” He said. Maybe it was his voice that he’d been told many times wasn’t the best to carry over his emotions, or the woman was just so dumb, because she seemed unaffected by his sarcasm.

“Good.” She said. “I was afraid you were.” She leaned to her backpack, causing in Levi an instant agitation, but when she opened it she took out… A thermos? She put in on a table between them and searched deeper, this time taking out two cups, and handing Levi one of them once she filled them. “I brought tea.” This, obviously, drew Levi’s attention.

Whatever was in his cup, it didn’t smell like tea. It didn’t smell like anything he could think of and he looked sceptically at the weird woman, but she took a big sip and smiled, so he decided to risk a sip too. It was hot, fruity, sweet and disgusting, but having nothing in his mouth since lunch he decided he shouldn’t complain. They were sipping for a while in silence when Levi’s empty stomach made a particularly loud noise and he felt hotness on his face, because this sounded more like…

“Oh, I have food too!” The woman said, because that was how weird hippie people were, Levi thought, and didn’t have power to protest when she offered him half of her sandwich that, unlike the disgusting crime against tea, was fine. He ate it in silence, still not sure how he ended up in this situation, and feeling awkward as he didn’t know what to say other than “thanks”. But the woman didn’t seem bothered, packed the thermos and cups back, and smiled.

“So…” she said “…when’s out next flight?”

The fuck what? If Levi was still sipping the gross tea, he’d choke.

“Our next flight?” Or rather just: “Next flight?”

“Yeah?” The woman said, looking at him the same way she did the first time, without glasses. “We missed the first one, didn’t we?”

“We?”

We?

We!

And that lead him to the terrible realisation.

“Are you Hange then?”

“Yes?” She said, now looking really concerned, as if Levi was particularly stupid. “Wait a minute.” She said, and her eyes widened, the clearly indication that up until this moment she’d been convinced Levi knew who she was. “You didn’t recognise me.” She said.

“How the fuck could I recognize you if it’s the first time I see you? You didn’t show up to the meeting!” He heard his own voice slightly going up. The fuck? The shit was happening here?!

“I had to do something before leaving, I thought you’d wait for me, sorry.” Hange said, not sounding sorry for slightest.

“You thought I’d wait for you three hours?”

“Well…”

“Forget it. How did you know how I looked like anyway?” He asked, because that, if anything, was concerning. She shouldn’t have.

“I searched it.” Hange shrugged, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the word. She searched him. No matter how little he was supposed to know about her, he started getting an idea anyway. There must have been a reason she wasn’t just flying on her own and Levi was probably just the closest to fucking up he’d ever been. Absolutely fucking fantastic!

He took out his laptop again to buy another ticket for Hange for the same flight and he could feel her eyes on himself while he was clicking, as if she was trying to decide something.

“So when you woke up next to me you must have thought I was a complete stranger!” She said eventually.

“Yes.” He said slowly.

"And that I was some kind of a weird psycho."

"Yes." Levi repeated, not sure what the was was for.

Hange chuckled.

“I’m glad you don’t think that anymore.”

Levi mover his eyes from the screen to her.

“And what makes you think I don’t?” He asked, and rose an eyebrow. “Because normal people usually molest those they see for the first time to show they’re what? Friendly?”

“I didn’t molest you!” Hange protested, but her outrage was made up.

“Oh, no. No! You only trapped me in my sleep and didn’t want to let go. That’s a completely different thing! Thanks for making me realise!”

“Don’t be so dramatic! We’re assigned to each other for three years, you’d have to get used to it anyway. I had to do that to make sure you wouldn’t go somewhere when I was sleeping, what’s the big deal?”

Levi looked at her sceptically.

“I’m not paid to be your pillow.” It’s gonna be long three years, he didn’t say out loud.

“And?”

“You could at least wash your hair! When was the last time you did that?”

“Does that matter?” She asked, confused. “Cause I don’t think I remember.”

Three very, very long years…

[shesawriter39049]

|DON ME| M| HOSEOK

SMUT WITH LIKE...4% Plot if you squint and cock your head allll the way to the left

2K-

-Basically, Hoseok fucks you in the backseat of a limo on the way to an event!

THIS ONE-SHOT HAS ZERO CHILL ...YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

This COULD be Idol-verse..but in my mind...it's not, more Upper East Side rich squad vibes ya know? Ya know!

Calling a man a  “Don” is SUPER old-school and the actual meaning varies by person but it’s a compliment that’s for damn sure!

-ALSO regardless of what gif I use, he looks like he does during Bon Voyage ….tan..long hair, highlights, parted down the middle..yup a damn thirst trap!

WARNINGS: Dom Hoseok (A kinda soft one IMO) Daddy kink, light spit, and cum play, dirty talk, breathplay, choking, spanking, hair pulling, teasing, praise kink, semi-public sex (in the backseat of a limo), NOTE- he calls her a slut once, so I wouldn't say it’s full-on degradation kink but I just wanted to warn ya, slight over stimulation, unprotected sex but like...stay clean kids!

“Oh fuck yesss” Whinned through clenched teeth as you dug your nails even deeper into the leather seats, spreading your knees slightly so you could slip into an even deeper arch. A low, almost arrogant chuckle fell from Hoseok's lips as he hiked your dress even higher, winding his hand back to come flesh against your cheek. Making you moan and squeal all at the same damn time, the cluster of diamonds along his fingers leaving one hell of an imprint! Keeping his palm stationary for a second so he could appreciate the slight sting that radiated throughout his palm! Walls clenching even tighter from the impact, milking him for every inch of him and then some. Flipping your hair over your shoulder, turning your head to the slide slightly, eyes heavy, gaze dark. “Tell me how good I look...Tell me how good, my pussy looks spread along daddy's cock right now...”Tone exceptionally bratty as you rolled your hips back just enough to make him moan. Grip and jaw tightening on command, digging his thumb into the curve of your hip hard enough to leave one hell of a bruise.

“Fuck,you wanna- god your unreal...unfucking real!” Reaching forward to grab a fist full of your hair, craning your neck so you had no choice but to look at him. Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth with a smirk, you looked good, you knew you did! “Your so damn sexy…” Leaning up to nip at the hinge of your jaw slightly, as your eyes fluttered shut, moaning out contently at the slight sting! Flicking your tongue out slightly which he quickly sucked into his mouth, not enough to give you what you needed just enough to make you need more!

“And you look soo good on my cock baby...always! Can you hear how wet she is for me??” Cocking his head to the side slightly, zoning his eyes in on the sight unfolding before him! Hoseok's tenor was in straight bedroom mode, low, hushed, filled with all the lust in the world, a tone meant for your ears and your ears only! “Such a pretty little cunt too, nice and wet...my favorite is how needy she gets when I do this though…” Sliding out completely and you wanted to scream...already well aware of what he was referring too! The way your walls just clenched and released around fuck imagination at this point. ”Fuck, look at that...such a greedy little thing aren’t you baby?’ Pulling back to purse his lips right above your entrance, not that you needed it he just loved you messy! And to no one's surprise, your body even tried to clench down around that. The site alone makes Hoseok groan, not even able to stop himself from leaning down, grabbing the trail he just made with the tip of his tongue and swirling it around. Mixing it in with your own arousal, before pressing the muscle flat against your lips letting his tongue dance one slow drag from top to bottom. Blowing cold air against every path he just made with his tongue, until goosebumps were appearing in its wake! Even gently teasing your rim, just enough to make you squirm!

Sinking his teeth into your cheek..leaving a couple memories behind, sucking licking, rolling his tongue against your skin until you just couldn't take it anymore! Blue clit IS a thing Hoseok! Wiggling your ass impatiently, and the light chuckle you heard let you know he got the hint, or at least you thought he did, once he started teasing up your folds with the tip. Coating himself in your juices, the slight contact had you dripping down your inner thighs! “Either you slide back in, or I’m fucking myself with my fingers and making you wat-Fuckkk”  That earned a firm smack straight against the lips, pussy so wet it sounded as though he just splashed his hand in water!

“You were being such a good little slut for daddy earlier what happened hmm? What does my baby need?” The slight pout within his voice, in combination with the very rhetorical question, had you ready to choke him. Especially once he started easing his way in knowing damn well he could've done it in one stroke!

“Hmm? You need your pussy stuffed? Need me to tell you how pretty you look with my cock in you? Or does my baby just need a little love yeah? Maybe all three?” His tone was so condescending, yet arousing because he was practically moaning as he spoke! Your skin was one fire, the slow drag of his length stretching you back open seemed to be overpowering your frustration though!

“Oh for fuck's sake Seok jus-” You couldn’t even respond properly, honestly you don't even know what he wants to say, outside of probably “Go fuck yourself!” But all that dies on your tongue once he finally bottomed out and has you filled to the brim again. Just holding you stationary while your pulsing around his length! Gently releasing the grip he held on your scalp as he felt your body slowly start to relax into his touch..walls gently flexing enough to allow him to move. Leaning down to press an array of open-mouthed, kisses down your spine gently, his facade faltering ever so slightly! That is..until you started rolling your hips back into him, and well..yeah...daddy mode is in full effect! Letting that same hand glide from your scalp over to your throat, applying steady pressure until your whining to his ears content! Making his hand tighten ever so slightly, as Hoseok’s hips stutter, brining a finger down to your artery making your eyes flutter to the back of your head!

It's kinda funny how the two of you are taking your time, as if you're not basically face down ass up, in Vintage Versace, Giuseppe Zatonni shoes while your bodies draped in diamonds worth more than most gross yearly income. Yet here you are in the backseat of  Hoseok’s limo, which thank god is tinted, while he fucks you senseless! The two of you are supposed to be heading to dinner with a couple friends than over to the Fenty x Savage after party in New York! But by the looks of things..I doubt you’ll make an appearance! Unfortunately for you two come stains aren’t in style this season and considering Hoseok didn't have the patience to fully step out of his black Satin Laurent silk suit...yeah…

You could vaguely see him through a hazy peripheral and that alone had you feelin light-headed, he just looked so damn good! Skin and hair the perfect shade of brown, messily parted down the middle, a couple stray pieces sticking to his forehead from sweating! Nose scrunched into a slight snarl! Hoseok didn't even bother wearing a shirt under his blazer so everything was on full display. Chest glentsing as every muscle along his toned abdomen flexed against every thrust. A couple thick diamond Cuban link chains bounced along his hips as he worked you open, neck reclining slightly putting that deadly jawline on display as he allowed himself to get lost in the moment. Cursing low and husky under his breath the louder you got, digging your nails into his clothed thighs.

“Yeah, fuck you like that?  Like having your tight little pussy filled with daddy’s cock?” His tone was nothing short of menacing as he tightened the grip he held around your waist. One had propped around your throat, the other on your hips, shifting all his weight onto his knee which sat kneeled along the backseat! Pulling out almost completely only slamming right back in, every thrust knocking the wind out of you harder than the last! All you could hear through the muffled sounds of the radio was skin slapping, and to be honest the sound of you two fucking was probably louder than whatever Khalid song currently streamed through the limo!

Hoseok’s hand finally left your throat and made its way down to meet your clit, which was already aching and swollen as we speak! Giving it a couple firm smacks before pressing down on the bundle of nerves, working his fingers in firm counterclockwise motions until your thighs were trembling. “Oh- my-fuck” Choked from your lungs as you slouched forward, resting al of your weight on top of the headrest!  Teeth sinking into the words “Jung” that sat engraved in the plus leather, damn near drooling the deeper his hips rolled against you!

“Don’t stop please- fuck you feel soo good,” You were winded and whiney as he leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against the side of your neck.

Every ounce of skin felt hot to the touch ‘Yeah baby? You gonna come for me? Come until you've made a mess all over me? Fuck your ass is damn near sticking to my pants your so fuckin wet! Such a greedy little cunt for me huh?” Growled against the side of your neck as he nipped at the hinge of your jaw, fuck you were close, so damn close. Reclining your neck a little letting him know you needed his mouth somewhere else, somewhere to slightly muffle you considering his poor driver's face was probably bloodshot right now!

“Yeah, yeah  you daddy- fuck only for you….” Your eyes were continuously having meetings with the back of your head the more he fucked you. Hoseok was trying to ruin your as tonight and you had no complaints! Hoseok’s panting against your shoulder now, deep, and breathy, he always sounds so damn good when he’s fucking you. The sound of him losing his composure is almost enough to make you come alone, biting a bruise, right at the base of your neck!

There was a sudden growl of possessiveness that ripped from his throat at that “Mmm my baby?” Licking, sucking, nipping at the side of your neck, leaving a bouquet of bruises behind!

“Fuck yes” Bucking back slightly challenging Hosedok to get even deeper, and he does, making you both moan in unison!

Hoseok could feel you tightening around him with each drag, then relaxing to let him sink back in with ease! “That’s it, baby..fuck yourself back come on….” Loving the way you met each and every thrust with your own, Rolling your hips in a deep, lingued, wave-like motion...as your release sat dangling in front of your face!

Angling his hips back slightly so he could almost roll into you, and that was it, god that was it “Oh fuck, Seok-baby there, fuck right there..god-” Hoseok cut off the slew of rambles that you were trying to mindlessly spill, with a deep kiss. His tongue tangled with yours as he sucked it into his mouth, hand wrapping around your throat even tighter, caressing your clit with purpose, and relentless intent!

“Where was it, baby? There?  Is that what you need ?” You could already hear the smirk laced within his voice as your muscles started to tense! Repeatedly caressing that ridgit patch buried between your heat, the spot that had you falling apart, over..and over again as he smiled slightly against your lips. Still not fully breaking away from you, living for the way you were far too gone to even give a smart ass remark! All of your moans were muffled by the kiss as you neared your release, your entire body tensing and jerking through each wave of pleasure that Hoseok was bringing you.

‘Come. Come for daddy baby, I know you want too…” Fell against your lips in a slur of moans, since he didn't wanna completely pull away from you as he spoke!

“Shittt” Spilled from your lips almost frantically as you broke away from the kiss, fuck you had to everything was hitting your body like a tumble of bricks you could barely breathe!

Hoseok didn’t miss a damn beat when he felt you clench and spasm around him uncontrollably, the heat boiling within your stomach is sourcing and Hoseok's fingers on your clit is basically propane at this point! That drag of Hoseok’s cock inside you as he whispers of sweet nothingness is eventually what have you tumbling over yourself. Coming with a silent cry as your teeth sink back into the headrest….body shuttering beneath him!

“God yes, keep coming baby fuckkkkk” Moaned from his lips as reached for your neck, bringing your lips flush to his. While you both panted and moaned against each other's tongues. Hoseok’s hips move swiftly to finish just after you, which only amplified your orgasm since you didn't;t have time to come down. Hell, there was no comedown, Hoseok, worked your clit even through his own release, even while you twitched, jerked, and damn near tried to run away from him! Spilling out with such force you kinda blacked out for a moment, everything going fuzzy and a little plush around the edges. Nothing but static and, a white noise fills your head as you feel hips, fanning along your skin.

“Fuck…” fell from your lips barely above a whisper, as your chest fell painfully hard against itself. The feeling of Hoseok, hands gently kneading at your trembling thighs had you humming out in content “That...was…”

“So damn good…your always so damn good” Finishing your thought with a lazy smile, bringing his lips back down to yours, this time the kiss was slow, less need, more want. While his hands gently soothed your trembling thighs..both of you still breathing relatively heavy at this point. Hosoek hadn’t pulled out yet which isn't surprising, he typically stayed stationary until he was completely soft!

Before the two of you had a chance to even say anything else, Hoseok's phone started buzzing through the car, automatically syncing up to the Bluetooth connection. He didn't have to look to know it was Joon and Jimin…..let’s just say this scenario wasn't new. Hoseok’s driver has probably gone in circles at least 3 times by now and would continuously until he was told otherwise! Essentially the two of you are late..which again..is nothing new!

“Yah?” Not even trying to hide how winded or slightly annoyed he was at the moment.

“Yah? What the fuck do you mean Yah? Where the hell are you two!?” Your eyes met briefly and you couldn't even help but laugh, especially after you heard the way your friends groaned on the other end! Already bitching amongst themselves about how you two were probably going to bail at this point.

“Aye, stop your bitching, were still coming will just be a little late that’s all...we just need too ugh..change…” The smirk that laid along his lips was nothing short of smug, as his hand gently palmed your ass while slowly pulling out! Silently apologizing as he hears you fail to muffle a hiss of discomfort, plopping down onto the seat, thighs feelin like complete mush! Eyes fluttering shut as you tousled your fingers through your hair, gently breaking up the curls that started matting together from the heat!

“Seok really!? If both of you go home, in this traffic it will take ho-”

“I never said we were going home Chim...I’m just gonna call Michael and have him swing back by the Versace store on 5th. Yeah He’ll probably be pissed since it’s after hours, but the perks to being a Jung is..well he’ll say yes anyway..will see you in 30!”- Click

Reaching to his left, pressing the button to lower the partition “Hey Kun, can we change routes will quick? Swing by Vercase on 5th...please and thank you!” Hoseok’s eyes met his briefly with an all-knowing smile before rolling the divider back up. 

Shuffling next to you Hosoek wordlessly scoped you onto his lap, caressing the back fo your neck, pressing his lips into your hair “You good?” Not offering more than a slight nod in response which he expected, still able to feel how hard your thighs were shaking. Lightly kissing up the side of your face, as it nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Opening the glove compartment, and grabbing the package of baby wipes...because again this was nothing new...

”Hey Siri, call “Michael Versace”

“Okay, calling,” Michael Versace” - The line didn't ring more than twice before you heard an exasperated sigh trickle through the limo...

“And to what do I owe the pleasure tonight Mr. Jung?” 

THIS RANDOMLY CAME TO MIND..PROB BC I HAVE A “UPPER EASTSIDE RICH KID” AU SITTING IN MY WIPS...LOL...IDK HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN LIKE ALMOST 3 MONTHS.NOT SAYING IT’S MY BEST BUT IF YOU ENJOYED IT LEMME KNOW!

Show this some love and come swing by my asks and talk to me...love you guys as always,

Rocki

[whumphoarder]

Dad Level: 3000

Summary: Peter comes down with the flu while visiting the Stark family (and Happy) at the lake house during his spring break from MIT. Thankfully, Tony has been spending the last five years honing his Dad Skills™. He's got this.

Word count: 5,227

Genre: sickfic, hurt/comfort, fluff, whump

A/N: This story is set in March 2025. Morgan is five and Peter is 18 (but also 23 on paper, which totally isn’t confusing at all).

Most of the events of Infinity War/Endgame happened, except Captain Marvel did the snap with her mighty-glowing-lady-warrior-powers and so no one freaking died.

Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading <3

Link to read on AO3

Tony walks into the kitchen Monday morning to see his five-year-old daughter standing on her tiptoes on a chair, attempting to reach a small cardboard box inside the open freezer.

“What is this, a heist?” he asks, moving towards Morgan. He loops an arm around her middle and lifts her into his arms, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head and causing the little girl to giggle. “I thought Mommy said no juice pops before noon.”

“It’s for Peter,” she says simply.

“Oh it’s for Peter, is it?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. “And why does Peter need a juice pop at ten in the morning?”

“Because he doesn’t feel good and juice pops always make me feel better,” Morgan concludes.

Tony’s brow furrows, but he just steps closer to the freezer to allow her to reach into the box properly. Now that he thinks about it, Peter had seemed pretty wiped last night, but he’d brushed it off as midterm exam stress. “I think he likes the orange ones best,” he advises.

Morgan fishes out an orange popsicle and Tony lowers her back down to the floor. She skips off down the hall, around the corner, and all the way to the cabin’s guest bedroom where the kid has been staying for the past two days since MIT spring break had officially begun. Tony follows along, his frown deepening when she continues straight through the room and pushes open the slightly ajar door to the ensuite bathroom.

It’s a sorry sight indeed. Peter is slumped on the floor, propped up between the bathtub and toilet, eyes half-closed and his cheek resting on the edge of the bowl. One arm is wrapped around his stomach and he’s pale and sweaty.

Morgan, bless her heart, runs right over to him. “I got you a juice pop!” she says brightly.

Peter blinks up at her and then swallows thickly before offering her the weakest of smiles. “Oh. Thanks,” he croaks. “Uh, do you think you can do me a big favor and eat it for me?”

Spinning around, Morgan gazes up at Tony, her eyes big. “Can I?”

Despite his growing concern, Tony huffs out a quick laugh. “Sure, why not,” he agrees. Pepper is the one always reminding him to choose his battles after all. “We’ll just keep this one to ourselves.”

As Morgan unwraps the plastic from her popsicle, Peter closes his eyes tightly and swallows again, face draining even further of color.

Tony pats Morgan on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you go eat that with Uncle Happy? I’m gonna sit here with Peter for a little while.”

“Okay,” she agrees, spinning around on her heel.

The moment she’s gone, Tony’s attention turns back to his other kid, who is looking even more miserable now. “Not feeling so hot, huh?”

Peter shakes his head slightly, letting his eyelids squeeze shut again. “‘M’sorry,” he murmurs.

If Peter didn’t look so pathetic right now, Tony would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he just lets out a small sigh. “Not your fault, kiddo,” he assures. “You throw up?”

“Not yet,” Peter mumbles, then swallows again. “Just... feel really sick.”

“C’mon, Happy’s tuna casserole wasn’t that bad…” he tries to joke, but it falls flat when Peter doesn’t so much as smirk.

Tony steps further into the bathroom and crouches down beside the kid, wincing as his knees click in protest. “Is it just your stomach?”

“I dunno.” Peter shrugs tiredly. “Kinda ache all over...”

Tony places his hand on the back of Peter’s neck and instantly can feel the heat radiating off the kid’s sweaty skin. Peter shivers at the touch. “Your hand is really cold,” he complains.

“Nah, you’re just warm,” Tony disagrees, moving his hand to press to Peter’s forehead instead. He sighs and pushes himself back up to standing. “Think you’ll be okay here for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Peter croaks, looking a little guilty. “You really don’t have to stay. I know you’re busy…”

“Ah, see that’s the beauty of the retired stay-at-home-dad life,” Tony retorts, straightening back up to standing. “This is literally my job now.”

Before Peter has a chance to dwell too much on that response, Tony exits the room and heads to the master bathroom to locate the thermometer, and then to his lab to grab the bottle of spidey-kid-strength painkiller and fever reducer pills he and Bruce had concocted. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to use them—he knows Peter hates the way the meds knock him on his ass and make his thoughts fuzzy and disconnected—but he figures it would be good to have them on hand just in case.

After making a quick detour through the kitchen for a can of ginger ale and some crackers, he heads back to the guest room, quickening his pace when he hears the telltale sound of retching and splashing issuing from the bathroom.

“Aw, Pete…” He winces in sympathy at the gagging boy. Peter’s nose is running and his eyes are red and wet with tears.

“Flu was going ‘round the dorm last week…” Peter moans as Tony sets the items down on the counter and wets a washcloth at the sink. “Thought I lucked out. Guess not.”

Tony places a hand on the kid’s sweaty t-shirt to start rubbing circles on his back. But he freezes instantly when he feels Peter tense up at the touch.

“You alright?” he checks, hand hovering just over the kid’s shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” Peter rasps. “Jus’... you never did that before.”

Tony recalls the handful of times he’d seen Peter sick during their time together before. Vomit has never fazed him—he’s had much too colorful of a past for that—but before he was definitely more inclined to offer a joke or a sarcastic remark than to settle for being a comforting presence. Funny what five years with a child who turns into a clingy octopus whenever she’s ill have done to him.

Then again, Morgan is in kindergarten while Peter is eighteen (or twenty-three, according to his birth certificate—it’s been over a year since Thanos and still no one seems entirely sure how to refer to the un-vanished). Maybe the Comforting Presence™ protocol is different for teenagers.

He is just about to offer to step out in order to give the kid some privacy when Peter interrupts his thoughts. “’S’nice,” he murmurs. “May does it too.”

Tony’s heart swells a bit. Then the moment is shattered when Peter suddenly sticks his head back over the toilet and starts gagging again.

“Alright, alright, get it all out…” With a small sigh, Tony lowers himself down to sit on the floor beside Peter and resumes rubbing his back.

When he’s finally finished, Tony flushes the toilet and Peter slumps back against the tub, his eyes closed. Instinctively, Tony lifts the washcloth up to wipe his messy face. Peter flinches at the contact and weakly reaches a hand up to take the cloth.

“Sorry, can do it myself,” he mumbles. “‘S’gross…”

Tony gives a quick snort. “Nah, you know what’s really gross? When I found Morgan’s secret booger stash on the side of her bedroom dresser.” He shudders dramatically.

Almost instantly, Tony regrets his comment when it triggers another round of heaving from Peter. “Sorry, kiddo,” he says as he rubs Peter’s back. “That was on me.”

This time when the spasms cease and Peter slumps back against the tub, he doesn’t bother protesting when Tony cleans his face and flushes the evidence away for him. Tony cracks open the can of ginger ale and passes it to the kid.

“Small sips, okay?” he instructs, reaching up to the counter for the thermometer.

“Can’t FRIDAY just tell you that?” Peter asks as Tony flips on the device.

“Morgan’s pediatrician convinced me this is more accurate,” Tony replies, inserting it in Peter’s ear. “Just be glad she’s graduated to the aural one now. You would not be happy about where this guy had me sticking it for the first year or so.”

“Huh?” Peter blinks at him. Then all of a sudden it seems to click and he groans, “Mr. Starrrk.”

The thermometer beeps. Still smirking, Tony lowers the device down to read the display. His grin falters for a second at the number.

“Wha’s it say?” Peter croaks.

“Nothing we can’t fix,” Tony replies briskly.

“But what’s it say?” Peter repeats. He weakly attempts to get the thermometer from Tony’s grip, but his mentor just holds the device out of his reach, lightly swatting the kid’s hand away.

Peter stares blankly at Tony for a second before glancing upwards. “What’s my temp, FRI?” he asks wearily.

“103.2,” FRIDAY reports.

Tony scoffs, finally flipping around the thermometer to show the ‘103.1’ displayed on the screen. “See? The doctor was right—manual is much better.”

Peter glances nervously at the orange pill bottle on the counter. “Does that mean I have to take the meds?” he whispers.

Tony hesitates for a second. While he knows 103 is not exactly life-threatening, it’s still a far cry from normal. “It would probably make you feel better if we could get it lower,” he reasons.

“It’s not worth it,” Peter mumbles. “They make me feel weird.”

“I wish we had something better for you, bud,” Tony says with a sigh. He considers their options for a moment. “Alright, how about we wait a while and see if it goes down on its own?” he suggests. “But if you hit 104, I’m making an executive decision.”

“Deal,” Peter croaks.

They sit there for a few more minutes, Peter taking deep breaths and looking like he might fall asleep right there against the tub. Finally, Tony’s stiff back protests. “How’s your stomach now?” he asks.

Without opening his eyes, Peter lifts a hand and makes a so-so gesture.

“Well, you seem pretty empty,” Tony goes on. “What do you say we move this party elsewhere?”

“Mm...‘kay,” Peter breathes. Tony pushes himself up to standing and helps him up, supporting him under the elbows. Peter sways on his feet. “Whoa…” he murmurs.

Tony quickly adjusts his grip to get a better hold on the kid. “You dizzy?” he asks.

“Kinda,” Peter admits. ”Just need a sec.”

When it seems like he can safely move without passing out, Tony helps him out of the bathroom and sits him on the edge of the bed.

“Let’s change your shirt, okay?” Tony says.

“Huh?” Peter glances down, for the first time seeming to notice how soaked with sweat his shirt is. “Oh. Yeah.”

Tony locates (what he hopes is) a clean t-shirt from the kid’s messy duffel bag on the floor and watches him pull it on. The simple act seems to take far more effort than usual.

“You wanna go back to sleep?” Tony offers.

Peter’s only response is a non-committal grunt. “Don’t think I can,” he admits. “Woke up at like, six. Couldn’t really fall back asleep.”

“Should we try the couch then?”

At the kid’s nod, Tony guides him out to the living room, keeping a firm grip around Peter’s upper arm for support. Morgan, Happy, and a staggering array of the five-year-old’s favorite toys are currently occupying at least two-thirds of the room’s large sectional sofa while reruns of Peppa Pig play on the TV.

“Peter!” Morgan exclaims when he comes into view. She hops down off the sofa and runs over to them while Happy stands up and starts clearing off some of the cushions to make room for Peter. “Is your tummy feeling better?” she asks. “Can you play now?”

Despite how miserable Peter looks, he manages to give her a half-smile. “Um, maybe in a little while…”

Tony takes pity on the kid and intervenes. “Peter’s not feeling that great, so how about we just watch a movie?” he suggests as he situates the teenager on the chaise section of the couch.

Morgan’s eyes light up. “Can we see Frozen 3?”

“God no,” Happy grumbles, sinking down into a nearby armchair. “That damn song with all of Olaf’s little frolicking snowball children was stuck in my head for a week last time.”

“There’s a Frozen 3 now?” Peter questions, his brow wrinkling. “There wasn’t even a Frozen 2 when I got dusted.”

“Yeah, well, global crisis or not, Disney marches on,” Tony retorts. He tugs a fuzzy blanket out of the stack in the wicker bin by the fireplace and tosses it to Peter, who gives a little grunt of thanks. “For the record, Cars 4 was better than Cars 2, but it was no Cars 3.”

“See, I think they peaked at Cars 5: European Adventure,” Happy argues.

“Nah,” Tony scoffs. “There were at least three too many roundabout jokes.”

“But Mater and Fillmore driving the Autobahn was peak comedy.”

Peter is still struggling to unfold the blanket, so Tony takes it back and shakes it open for him. “What are you in the mood for, kid?” he asks as he tucks it around Peter.

“Whatever you want,” Peter mumbles, leaning back against the pillows. He looks utterly exhausted—Tony figures he’ll be lucky to make it fifteen minutes into the movie before falling asleep. Best to go with something he’s already seen then.

“Lilo & Stitch?” he suggests.

The kids agree, Morgan with much more enthusiasm than Peter. Happy even gives his begrudging blessing on the basis that at least it’s ‘not another damn musical’.

(As if FRIDAY didn’t already have half a dozen audio recordings of him singing “Let It Go” in the shower).

Tony instructs FRIDAY to start the movie before heading back to Peter’s bathroom to gather all the supplies he left, and also snags the room’s small trash can because if there’s one thing he’s learned from Morgan, it’s that you can never be too careful.

Peter’s breathing has already evened out as the opening credits fade from the screen and Tony sinks down into the sofa beside him, and by the time Lilo explains why she can’t give Pudge a tuna fish sandwich, Peter is snoring quietly.

X

To Tony’s relief, Peter sleeps straight through the remainder of the movie, with Happy joining him somewhere around the halfway point. The moment the film ends, Morgan hops off the sofa. “I’m hungry,” she announces. “Can we have mac and cheese?”

Peter gives a low moan and stirs slightly in his sleep. Tony locks eyes with Morgan and presses a finger to his lips, tilting his head sideways in the boy’s direction.

Her eyes go wide with understanding and she tries again in a stage whisper (which honestly isn’t any better than her normal volume). “Can we have mac and cheese?”

Sighing, Tony pushes himself up to standing and prods her along to the kitchen. “Fine. But only if you eat a vegetable with it.”

Morgan grins. “Okay! I want corn.”

“Corn isn’t a real vegetable,” Tony grumbles. He steers them both into the room and moves towards the cabinet where they keep the pasta. “Pick something green.”

Her face falls for a moment. Then, just as quickly as they darkened, her eyes light up again. “Green jello!”

Tony rolls his eyes. He takes out a box of mac and cheese and then opens the fridge to take stock of what’s on hand. “You’re getting cucumber,” he says after a moment.

“I don’t like cucumber,” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tony frowns at her. “But you said it was your favorite last week.”

“I don’t like it anymore,” she says simply. “It’s gross. Can we have pudding?”

“That’s the opposite of a vegetable,” Tony argues. “So if you’re eating that, now you have to have two vegetables.”

“Um… Potato chips?” she asks hopefully.

Tony runs a hand over his face in exasperation. “No, that’s not a—”

“Hey Tony?” Happy’s voice calls from the living room. There’s an edge of worry to it. “Can you come here?”

“Yeah, coming,” Tony replies, a feeling of dread already sinking in. He heads back to the living room, Morgan tailing along behind.

The sight awaiting him causes Tony’s heart to clench. Happy is standing over Peter, urgently shaking his shoulder while the kid moans incoherently and tosses in his sleep, clearly in the midst of a nightmare.

“He’s not waking up,” Happy says worriedly.

“I got it,” Tony says, quickly closing the distance between himself and the sofa. “Hey, Pete, naptime is over,” he commands as he taps Peter’s unusually warm cheek. “C’mon, rise and shine. I’d offer to make you some breakfast, but it looks like you’re already cookin’…”

It takes a moment, but finally Peter wakes. His eyes snap open and he sits up gasping.

“There we go,” Tony soothes, rubbing a hand down Peter’s arm. “You’re alright.”

Peter blinks at him. “...Mr. Stark?” Tears are already welling up in the kid’s eyes and falling before he can stop them. His breath hitches in his throat. “Oh god…” he sobs. “I thought… I-I was trapped and...”

“It’s okay.” He sits down beside Peter on the sofa and wraps an arm around him, pulling him into his side. Even six years out from the initial snap, Tony still has nightmares—he can only imagine what Peter must be going through. “You’re okay, you’re safe, just a dream,” he assures.

“Daddy?” Morgan asks nervously. Tony glances back and sees her standing just inside the room’s threshold, lip trembling.

“Hey, munchkin,” Tony says, giving her a forced smile. “Peter’s fine. You wanna go teach Uncle Happy how to make the mac and cheese? Don’t let him add tuna.”

Eyes still locked on Peter, Morgan nods slowly.

Happy moves over to take her hand. “C’mon, kiddo,” he says as he ushers her back to the kitchen. “And don’t listen to your daddy, tuna is a great source of protein…”

The moment they leave, Tony focuses his attention back on Peter, who is just now starting to get his breathing back under control.

“‘M’sorry…” Peter chokes out. “I just thought I was trapped there, and, and…”

“It’s okay, Pete,” Tony says gently. “You’re here with me, not on Titan, not in the soul stone. You’re safe.”

“Titan?” Peter asks, his brow wrinkling. “Wha’ about Titan?”

Tony frowns. “Your nightmare? Trapped on Titan, right?”

Peter’s tears have stopped now and he’s staring at Tony with glassy eyes. “Wasn’t on Titan,” he mutters. “Nick Fury found out I was a spider and sucked me up in a giant vacuum cleaner”—his breath hitches again—“an’ I was swirlin’ around and I couldn’t get out, and someone was chasing me with a giant spray can, and there was this cat but like, a monster cat, and—”

Okay, that wasn’t what Tony expected. He places a hand on Peter’s forehead and feels the heat pouring off of him. Taking the thermometer from the coffee table, he turns it on and sticks it in Peter’s ear.

When it beeps this time, the display reads 104.2.

Tony lets out a low whistle, already starting to untangle the blanket from around Peter. “Alright... guess we’re doing the meds now.”

Peter groans, rubbing a hand at his eyes. “Mr. Stark…”

“Nope, non-negotiable,” Tony replies. He grabs the pill bottle from the coffee table along with the package of crackers. “And you have to eat something so they stay down.”

Despite his grumbling, Peter takes the crackers Tony passes him and nibbles at them between sips of ginger ale. When he’s managed to get two down, Tony gives him the pill.

“I know you’re not a fan, but it’ll help with the pain too,” Tony promises.

“Hm, that’s good…” Peter croaks. “Have a headache. And my throat hurts.”

Tony hums in sympathy. “I can imagine.”

Stepping out, he wets a washcloth with cool water in the bathroom and returns to place it over Peter’s forehead and eyes.

Immediately, Peter lets out a sigh. “That’s really nice,” he whispers.

They rest like that for a few minutes until a small voice interrupts them. “Um, Peter?”

Peter lowers the cloth and both of them glance back to see Morgan padding into the room, a stuffed corgi dog plushie tucked under one arm, an orange popsicle clutched in the other hand. Happy is standing just inside the threshold, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed casually.

“Hey.” Peter manages a half-smile.

“I got you another juice pop,” she says, handing it over. “And this is Korg, he’ll make you feel better,” she adds as she nestles the toy into the crook of Peter’s elbow.

“Korg?” Peter questions as his fingers fumble to unwrap the popsicle.

“Thor named him,” Tony replies. “Apparently he’s got a buddy with the same name—thought it would be hilarious when he learned what this breed was called.”

“Uncle Happy said you had a scary dream,” Morgan goes on, plopping down on the couch next to the boy.

Peter’s already fever-flushed face goes a little redder. “Oh, yeah. I guess it was kinda silly.”

“You can tell Korg about it,” she says, stroking the plush dog’s head. “He can’t laugh because he’s not real.”

Seeming caught off guard by that, Peter barks out a sharp laugh which quickly morphs into coughs, but Tony is glad because it’s the first real humor he’s seen from the kid all day.

X

While Happy and Morgan eat their mac and cheese—with tuna for Happy, peas for Morgan—Tony manages to cajole Peter into eating half a can of chicken noodle before the kid nods off with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

“Sorry...” Peter murmurs as Tony dabs the spilled broth off his shirt with a wad of paper towels. “Tired.”

Tony sighs. “Yeah, that would be the meds kicking in,” he says. He checks Peter’s temperature again and sees it’s down to 102.7 now. “At least they’re working.”

“Hmm…” Peter hums sleepily.

“Let’s go ahead and move you to your real bed,” Tony decides. “It’ll be more comfortable to stretch out.”

“Hmm…” he says again.

Tony hoists the wobbly boy to his feet, supporting him under his arm. “You should probably have a shower when you wake up, but I’m thinking it’s a safety concern at the moment.”

“Hmm…”

“Okay, not in the chattiest mood, I get it…”

Tony shuffles him back to the guest room and changes his shirt again. Then he helps Peter crawl into bed and pulls the covers up around him.

“Alright underoos, take a nap,” he says softly. “I’ll keep the little troublemaker from bothering you.”

“Hmm... and Morgan too?” Peter murmurs.

“Smartass,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “Keep an eye on him, FRI,” he commands the AI. “Sleep well, kid.”

X

After fixing himself his own lunch, Tony spends the next two hours alternating between entertaining a rambunctious five-year-old and trying to catch up on his backlog of SI paperwork for Pepper. He’s sitting at the kitchen table with Morgan, watching her color a page out of her Frozen 3 coloring book, as he skims through yet another proposal on his tablet. That’s when FRIDAY’s voice comes over the speakers.

“Boss, Peter’s temperature has just reached 103 degrees. He is awake and appears to be in distress,” FRIDAY reports.

“Shit,” Tony mutters, getting to his feet.

“You said only Mommy can say that word,” Morgan complains as she colors Elsa’s hair bright purple.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just borrowing it from her,” he mutters. “I’m gonna go check on Peter, okay?”

She nods, still coloring intently. “‘Kay.”

Tony hurries out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the guest bedroom, fully prepared to talk Peter down from another nightmare. What he’s not prepared for is the sight that awaits him.

Peter is sitting up in bed, hunched over himself and trembling. Liquidy vomit is running all down his shirt and soaking into the comforter.

“Aw, bud…” Tony sighs, quickly moving over to the bed. “You really go all out, don’t you?”

Peter doesn’t even look up. His breaths are coming out far too quick, and he’s mumbling something under his breath.

Tony places a hand on his shoulder, causing Peter to jerk his head up, revealing the tear tracks trailing down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Tony asks in alarm.

“S-Sorry…” Peter chokes out. “I just, for a minute, I didn’t know where I was. Called for May and she didn’ answer, so thought I was at the d-dorm, but this isn’t a bunk bed, an’ then I thought I was in the stone but it’s not orange, and then I felt sick but I couldn't get up fast enough, and I just—”

(Okay so the PTSD was just a bit delayed.)

“You’re okay, you’re fine,” Tony assures, rubbing a hand up and down over the kid’s back. “You’re here at the lake house and you’re safe.”

“’M’sorry…” Peter sniffs, hanging his head. “This is dumb, maybe I should just have May come pick me up”—his nose is dripping and he sniffs again—“you shouldn’t have to take care of me when I’m being all gross”—sniff—“a-and...”

Absently, Tony pulls several tissues from the box on the nightstand and holds them to Peter’s messy face. “Blow.”

Peter goes silent and Tony freezes as the realization of what he’s just done sinks in.

Tissues still pressed to his nose, Peter raises an eyebrow to his mentor. “D-Did… Did you just tell me to blow my nose?”

Tony recovers quickly. “C’mon, it’s swallowing all that crap that’s making you feel sick in the first place,” he points out. “Now blow.”

So Peter does.

Tony lowers the used tissue back down and tosses it into the trash can. “Better?”

Looking mildly traumatized, Peter deadpans, “Iron Man just wiped my nose.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll live,” Tony dismisses him with a hand wave. Then in a more gentle tone, he asks, “Now do you really want to go home? Because I get it if you do, but I promise, I really don’t mind taking care of you. And with your healing, you’ll probably be feeling better in another day or so. There’ll still be plenty of your break left.”

Peter hesitates. “I dunno. I mean…” He shrugs. “I guess, I don’t really want to leave, but…” he trails off, sounding conflicted.

After a moment, Tony intervenes. “Okay, here’s an idea,” he suggests, as casually as he can manage. “You’re looking a little more steady now, so how about I run a load of laundry and you go take a shower? You can call May after and decide what you want to do. Then we’ll go from there.”

A look of relief instantly washes over Peter at the suggestion. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he whispers. “Thanks.”

X

During the next half hour, Tony checks on Morgan—who is contentedly playing with toys on her bedroom floor—before stripping Peter’s bed and running a load of laundry. When he reenters the guestroom, he finds Peter sitting on the bare mattress in fresh pajamas and with wet hair, looking much more relaxed.

“How’s May?” Tony asks.

Peter shrugs. “Her shift just ended. She said she’s sorry I’m sick.” He pauses for a beat. “Also said she’s not surprised, given all the all-nighters I pulled during the last two weeks and the fact I’ve been mostly living off cereal, ramen noodles, and Fig Newtons this semester.”

Tony snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, that’ll do it.” According to FRIDAY, the lukewarm water of the shower has had the added benefit of bringing Peter’s temperature down to just over 102 and he’s looking significantly better for it. “Still wanna bail on us?”

Peter shakes his head, a bit sheepish. “Not if you don’t mind me staying.”

“Nah, ‘course not,” Tony assures. “Now you wanna go see if Morgan’s up for another movie yet?”

Peter agrees and the two of them shuffle upstairs. As they approach the landing, they can hear muffled voices issuing from the little girl’s bedroom.

“Do you want some more?” Morgan’s voice floats down the hall.

“Yeah, fine. Two sugar, no cream…” a gruff voice replies. “And one of those cookies.”

“No, no you have to call it a biscuit,” she insists, her tone just bordering on a whine. “Mommy says that’s more fancy.”

“It’s a double-stuffed Oreo,” Happy grouses. “It’s a goddamn cookie.”

Peter shoots his mentor a perplexed look. Tony just gives a shrug in return as he pushes Morgan’s door open and then they both immediately pause.

Happy glances up at them from where he’s seated cross-legged on the floor beside the kiddie table. One of Pepper’s silk scarves is wrapped around his shoulders making some sort of shawl, and he’s wearing Morgan’s flowery sun hat with several of her homemade plastic beaded necklaces hanging around his neck. Meanwhile, Morgan sits in the chair to his right, pouring pretend tea from her little plastic teapot into a tiny cup.

Peter leans closer into his mentor’s side. “I think my fever went up,” he whispers. “I’m hallucinating.”

Happy shrugs. “What can I say? She makes a mean chamomile.” Pinching the minuscule handle of his teacup between his thumb and forefinger, pinky raised, he lifts it to his lips and mimes taking a sip.

“Do you guys wanna join us?” Morgan asks hopefully. She’s dressed in her yellow Princess Belle dress and her hair is sporting a loose braid that definitely wasn’t there last time Tony saw her.

Peter hesitates a second, looking into the little girl’s wide eyes. Then he lets out a small sigh. “Well, May did say I should be drinking more fluids…” he mutters as he moves towards the kiddie table, Tony following along behind.

X

When Pepper arrives home from work just past seven that evening, she finds Peter, Tony, and Happy passed out on the sofa and snoring softly amid an array of Morgan’s plush toys. The little girl sits beside them with a bowl of popcorn nestled in her lap, intently watching Frozen 3 on the room’s massive TV.

“Mommy!” Morgan greets, hopping off the sofa and running over to her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Pepper says as she scoops the five-year-old up in her arms. She gazes around the room, taking in the interesting fashion choices on display. It seems half of her accessory drawer has been commandeered to adorn the three men on the sofa.

Morgan’s full plastic tea service—now complete with Gatorade in the teacups and Saltine crackers on the plastic saucers—has been moved to the living room coffee table. Besides the dishes, the table also contains the thermometer, an empty soup bowl, and a box of tissues, and on the floor in front of the couch is a lined trash can. “What happened here?” she asks.

“Peter didn’t feel good, but Daddy took his temperature and gave him medicine and I got him juice pops,” Morgan reports. “And then we had tea and I gave Uncle Happy and Daddy makeovers.”

Pepper peers closer, noticing the two older men’s nails are painted with sparkly lilac-colored polish and their cheeks are looking a bit more glittery than normal.

“Good girl,” Pepper praises, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. “Looks like you all took good care of each other.”

X

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[madmadmilk]

i mean i miss LDC and i gave up hope on domino lmao

(domino is SO hard to get back to–– but i’m tired of holding onto it. here’s what i have written SO FAR. idk what is in it cos it’s been so long, but enjoy! maybe i’ll finish it haha/// also this is totally unedited so there’s lots of typos and missing italics but––– here u go)

DOMINO PART 10 | Tom Holland x Reader (# F I N A L L Y) incomplete version

TEASER| PART 1| PART 2 |PART 3 |PART 4 | PART 5| PART 6| PART 7| PART 8 | PART 9 |… (next update ???) 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You know things have fallen into place, and that you should feel safe and secure but the weight of it all sure is heavy.

Warning: bittersweet scents, smut, and falling (action)

Word Count: 6K so far lmaOOOOOOOO

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“Oh my god, is this supposed to hurt? Cos, it really fucking hurts–” Harrison hisses, the sharp “s” sounds cutting through the air.

“Awww, can’t handle a little bit of pain, Haz?” you tease, letting your tongue flick in an exaggerated drawl.

“Well, it’s my fucking face,” he whines.

Zendaya giggles, chiming in as she brushes her hair over her shoulder, “Tom doesn’t have any problem with it…”

Tom sit backs, rolling his shoulders as he tilts his head to look at you,

“Well, I have Y/N to kiss it better.”

You laugh, mumbling for him to shut up.

Harrison retorts quickly, lowering his voice to lay on the charm,

“Well, maybe if Zendaya does it,” he licks his lip while bowing his head, “I’ll feel a little better.”

“I’d just rip the damn thing off,” Zendaya laughs mercilessly.

Harrison makes a shocked face, recoiling away from Zendaya as she playfully hulks over to him. He has half of a black nose-strip stuck on, his skin pink from the tugging. His eyes were pricked red with tears.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Zendaya says softly as she gets closer. You catch her tapping his chin upward, and see the soft look he gives back to her. They bicker a bit, but it makes you feel warm to hear it.

“Nasty,” you hear Tom mumble beside you. You turn back to him, and he’s looking down at his porestrip, blanching at what it had pulled out. He looks up at you with bright, excited eyes as he sings, “Lemme see yours!”

You scrunch your face as you hand it over to him, and he starts comparing the hills and mountains between you.

“Fucking disgusting—”

“Hey!” you huff, putting your hands on your hips. You bump his shoulder with your hip as he sits on the couch.

He makes a face, and hugs your waist easily, dropping the strips in the trash besides you. You look down at him and see that he still has black residue on his nose, and you scrape it off gently,

“Sorry, sorry, love. You’re gorgeous,” his voice scratches low and sexy and teasing.

“You know you are.”

Tom mumbles that, rubbing his face into your shirt, and you can feel his nose drag across your clothed skin. You laugh as you bend down to pound your fists into his back, and then hug him playfully.

Sugary sweet.

Maybe too sweet.

Zendaya makes snippy comments about how mushy you guys are, and Harrison hugs her waist with a little hesitation. She hugs him easily, but you know it’s just her bravado coming out. It makes you laugh to see their clumsy act and debate whether or not they were worse than you and Tom.

You see Zendaya easily sit on the arm of Harrison’s chair, hugging him gently with her manicured nails raking through his hair.

A pretty family portrait.

What a lovely feeling to have your friends in one place together, to have your feelings organized and put out for show.

But this is all just for a little while–

Harrison had his big break, his PA thing, and Zendaya was always busy, but now she would be busy in Europe.

They had each other though, and they could see each other often.

Europe wasn’t too far away, right?

Tom…

No clue how that would pan out.

Tom feels your body tense under him, how your body ran cold and you stood still. He hugs your waist tighter, his hands pulling your shirt a bit, as he spoke some hopeful words,

“Hey, hey, we’ll be alright, if you want us to be.”

He said that a lot.

It doesn’t always put you at ease.

Because, of fucking course you wanted it to work out. Of course you wished for the best, and trying your hardest, but what do you do if the odds continue to stack against you?

You look down at the pretty boy in your arms again, his big doe eyes looking up at you. You ruffle his messy curls in turn and hum,

“Okay.”

Then Tom whispers the words you never get tired of hearing, and you hold onto to every syllable, click of his tongue, rasp of his voice.

Okay.

-

You all wash the remnants of the masks off, splitting up into your seperate bathrooms. You change and return back to Zendaya’s room upstairs, the sacred room, previously hidden and now open. Open to more than just you, to her closest friends. But specifically to one though.

You and Tom would hear Harrison’s door open and close in the night, the excited steps padding up the stairs. You always giggled about it, were warmed by it, and were very aware that in a lot of ways they were more reserved than you already were with Tom.

You enter back into Zendaya’s room, seeing Haz first, with his laptop in hand while searching for a movie to watch. He had a loose batman onesie on, yellow cap fluttering behind him. Zendaya was dressed like a giraffe, her long legs spread across her huge bed while on her phone.

You were wearing a baggy Spider-Man pajama set, jumping into the room to catch their attention.

“I hate you guys,” Tom grumbles behind you, dressed like a big, green frog. He hasd his hand on his hips and lips puckered.

You turn back to hug his waist, biting your lip and giggling. He hugs you back and rocks you back and forth, glad to see you smiling, at least.

“Embrace the meme,” Harrison addsed, snickering from behind his laptop. Zendaya snortsed.

Tom rolls his eyes and pulls up your hood so that you have half of the Sspider-Mman mask on your face. He pokes your nose softly and sings,

“Okay, okay, as long as Ii get to be the frog in your mouth, I don’t care.”

You laugh and push him away as he bends to kiss your cheek.

Zendaya rolls herhis eyes, hopping off the bed, and you see that the onsie is a little too short for her legs, ironic for the giraffe costume., “We get it, we get it.”

You stick your tongue out and run up to hug her too, “You’ll always be my MJ!” you stick your tongue out, “Wanna reenact the Sspider-Mman kiss?”

She pulls the mask over your eyes, “In your dreams.”

“Yeah, Ii guess,” you retort, jutting a chin at the flustered blonde, “Batman’s looking a little lonely.”

Harrison’s cheeks flush as he adjusts his glasses.

“Awww, miss me already?” Zendaya teases.

“Can we just watch a movie?” he retorts, exasperatedly.

You guys set up a projector, showing it on a blank wall opposite of the bed. You turn down the lights, and crawl into bed together.

You and Z crawl into the middle, Tom by your side and Harrison curled up next to her. You all fit together perfectly, with a lot more room than the trunck of a car.

You lean your head against Zendaya’s shoulder, and her head leansed back on Harrison. YourYou eyes trailed down and seeaw their hands holding each other. It makes you smile.,

“Gross,” you whisper to her.

Zendaya scoffs, kicking your leg, before smoothing her foot against you.

Tom sticks close behind you, laying on his side so that his arm easily falls over your stomach. You can see that his sleeves are rolled up, exposing his skin, cut with veins.

You play with his fingers, rolling them between yours, and he hugs you close to him. You could feel him let out a content sighn behind you.

You guys watch Thor: Ragnarok, deciding that you don’t want to watch anything too serious on this last night together. You guys laugh a bit, kicking each other and squirming, making the bed a whole lot hotter than it needed to be.

Harrison fallsfell asleep first, soft snores and a limp arm on Zendaya. Then you feel felt her settle into the bed, turning away from you a bit, her sleepy voice was barely audible,

“… you guys can ju…just sleep up here,” she offersed, a lazy hand waving, “Stay in the bed… or there’s a pull out couch over there–”

You smile, kissing her shoulder, “Thanks.”

Your room wasn’t far away, and it surely wouldn’t be a hassle to move, but Zendaya wanted you guys to stay together. Even if it was just for a night. She humsmed happily.

You look over your shoulder, towards the couch, and are met with sleepy, dark eyes. Tom was still wide-awake;, he did always say that he hasd a hard time falling asleep.

Your stomach does a little flip, and he pushes himself against you, suddenly feeling his hard bulge on your ass. You smile as his arms hug you tight,

“Turn around, love.”

You don’t.

He brings his hands up and down your body, one on your back andan the other on your waist. He smooths the hot felt fabric on your skin and you wanted nothing more thant to take off the claustrophobic fabric. Your eyes flicker up to your friends in front of you.

They arewere fast asleep, and you cancould  only imagine what she would say if she sawsay you in this compromised position.

You give in and turn in your spot.

The low rumble of the movie in the background, and flashes of bright color on Tom’s face makde your heart flutter. Your lips twitched into a smile, as you settled into his arms just to look up at him for a moment.

His cheek is was pushed up against the pillow, his wild eyebrow remaininged unruly, andthere was a wrinkle between his brows in longing. You decide it’s time to make a movemovie.

The second you lifted your chin, his lips are were on yours. Your clammy, sweaty hands reached up for his face, to pull him closer as you breathed into each other. You could feel the waves of heat blow on your face and ripple through your body as you makde out with Tom.

You hear shifting on the bed behind you, which makes you immediately pull away and exclaim,

“I can’t do this!”

Tom laughs, finally grinning. He looks over your shoulder, raising his brows and doesn’t see any movement behind you. He shrugs, and unbuttons the top of your Sspider-Mman onesie. And then another, and another, and then he whines,

“Ffuck , babe,” he leans his head back and makes a face, seeing that all you haved on iwas a lacy bralette. He makes a whiny noise and then kisses your collar,

“I can’t not do this.”

You giggle, playfully pulling his hair as he peppers kisses on your neck and collar. His hand reaches up and pulls the Sspider-Mman hood over your head. Then itthey holds your sides, and he kisses your nipples through the bra. You stifle a moan, and replace it with a hard shudder.

“… Aaren’t you supposed to be in my mouth?” you reference, pulling at his vibrant green costume.

He laughs, “Yyou want me to be there?”

You nod, and he smiles, eyes crinkling as he sits up a bit, shrugging off the top portion of his onesie. He hasd nearly nothing on underneath, his hard chest and abs glowing under the faint light. You bite your lip as he dips closer, crawling over to hang over you.

“..Mmmm” a sound comes from your side. Zendaya shifted again.

You pull your shoulders up and let out a string of curses, Tom laughs, sitting back on his heels, tilting his head at you. You went all those years before goofing off in front of your friends, and now you suddenly couldn’t? Hilarious.

Tom reaches out towards you, a finger tracing a line on the side of your face. He pushes it against your lips,

“Pull-out?”

“Excuse me?” you stutter at his implication.

He smiles wider, and his voice is light,

“The couch. Let’s move to the pull-out couch, babe.”

You brush his hands away, as he hops off the bed. You follow in suit, before turning around and throwing a blanket over youryou sleeping friends.

You walk up next to him, and he throws a heavy arm over your shoulder,

“Damn, Y/N. What were you thinking about?”

You scrunch your face, looking at how he let the onesie hang around his hips, his body flexed in a way that is just unfair. You don’t say anything in return, just content under his arm.

Tom sets down on the couch, and you follow in suit, laying on top of him. He tucks your hair behind your ear, and takes a second to look at you. You look a little sleepy, a little flustered, and a little in love. His heart breaks for a moment, before filling back up with warmth.,

“Now, where were we?”

You laugh, resting your forehead against his chest.

Exactly where we want to be.

You and Tom have slow and fragile sex on Zendaya’s couch, moaning and whispering against the soft snores of your friends in the dark.

…

So, please don’t leave me, baby.

-

“Ah!” you wake up to a soft, but sharp moan.

Your eyes squint open against the bright light, in a room that’s familiar.. But not quite. You’re in Zendaya’s room.

You look down at the weight of your chest, a pretty boy sprawled on top of you… His eyes awere shut and he was not the source of the noise.

You hear muffled curses and giggles of a certain couple across the room. Your eyes widen in realization and a hand flies to cover your mouth.

Tom stirs, and you look at him with bulging eyes, and he mouths, “what?” You both spend a couple of minutes listening to your friends fuck in the bed beside you. His jaw drops, before he smiles and nods, biting his lip, “go, H!”

Ok. So, they’re a thing. Like a real thing, definitely? Yeah? Right?

The exclamations from Zendaya and grunts from Harrison made it seem like they were a thing.

You and Tom hold each other tightly, stifling yourselves from laughing in embarrassment and a fit of “oh GOD’s.” Maybe they didn’t know you were still there?

And lord knows how long this’ll go on for––

Tom sits up, still hidden by the back of the couch that faces them, and crawls up to you. He holds a cheeky finger up to his lips as one hand pushes down on your shoulder. You shake your head slowly, and then quickly in realization. He smiles a toothy fucking grin, as he leans in to kiss you.

“No,” you laugh., “Sstop,” you whisper, but your arms are through (Did you mean “threw”? Or “thrown”? I’m not really sure what “through around” means) thrown around Tom, forcing him closer despite your verbal protests. He smiles against you, fingers wandering across your body.

“Make me.”

You look at him defiantly, but you’re kind of turned on by all this– Tom’s fingers cautiously play with the hem of your panties, maybe still damp from last night, or from the sounds of the morning. He massages your slowly, playing with the slickness.

“Think of me, and not Harrison, alright?” he mumbles, fingers pushing into you.

Your thighs squeeze around his arm, and you make a face. He was intentionally going at the same pace as Haz and Z, listening to their gasps and letting you match up with them. Kind of hard to ignore.

The sights and sounds of the room fade away, and you can only feel Tom’s skilled fingers inside you, and the way that your face feels numb. Your body shudders and shakes as you reach your high, only brought back by a certain pair in ecstacy too.

“Fuuuckk….”

“Oh shit––” you hear your pretty friend say, and you haved no idea what that was in reference to.

“Let me get a towel, sorry,” Harrison mumbles, his voice a lot deeper and huskier and hotter than usual, making you feel a blush in your chest. Tom licks his fingers clean and playfully pushes your shoulder at your reaction to it.

Harrison fumbles around the room, and you hear the bathroom door open. It makes you giggle and Tom sloppily kisses your chest as he lays back down against you. Your body is still wracked with soft tremors, and he hugs you.

Zendaya starts to move around the room, and that makes you flustered. Your sputter a bit, trying to push him off of you so you could get under the blankets and hide your face. But he won’t wouldn’t let you, hugging you with a vice like grip as he gets to hide himself. You shut your eyes and pray that you could keep it together and just pretend to be asleep.

You can feel and hear Zendaya look over the side of the couch to see you. Your eyes are probably held shut tighter than they need to be.

She tuts her lips, and just hangs there for a second.

You sigh, opening your eyes to see her looking a little flushed and bright and glowing.

You open your mouth, but she speaks first, talking back to the blonde in the room,

“Yeah the lil shits are asleep–– Don’tDont’ worry.” She winks at you.

You sputter back at her, but no words come out, just incredulrecudlous sounds. She scrunches her face and smiles dazzlingly,

“This makes us even.”

She turns her head, a beautiful crown of curls flaying out. You hear them both retreat back into the bathroom, conversations muffled as the door closes. You hear the shower run.

“.. Wwhat the fuck,” Tom’s voice cracks, lifting his face from your chest.

Both of you guys burst into a fit of laughter as you accuse him of selling you out, and he says that you’re a terrible actress. You hold his warm back under your hands, and he’s propped up on his elbows, hands under you.

The sun hits his face just right, catching a bit of glow, and his hair shines an almost red-brown. It makes you smile, shutting your eyes for a moment to breathe out.

“Y/N?”

You hug him for a second, before pulling his hair back,

“Let’s get out of here.”

-

After a few hours, Haz and Z are were both set to leave forto Europe. They are were going their separateseperate ways–, not just from you, but from each other. He hasd his own string of gigs in one place, and so does did she.

Kinda heartbreaking in more ways than one.

Zendaya gives you a big hug and you throw youryou arms around her too. She leans into you more than  usual, holds you a little longer, and talks a little softer. It makes you sad.

“I’ll be back in no time. T, take care of yourself.”

“I should be saying that to you!” your voice kind of breaks, but you smooth it over with a joke, “Keep killing it, Z.”

She laughs, pulling away from you to hold your shoulders at arm’s length. You could swear her eyes were a little teary already, “I’ll literally be back here in a month. Everything here is yours. Don’t be shy, girl.”

You make an ugly pouting face, “Yeah, thanks, Z. I’ll–– I’ll watch over things for you.”

“Don’t you dare let my cacti die!”

“I’ll try my best.”

You both struggle to find the words to say, knowing that this time the period of separation would be a lot longer. You’ve both been through a lot, and have been each other’s biggest support system… Wwhat would things be like apart?

“Hey, fly out as soon as you can. We got tickets for you whenever you want it,” she coos, her thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Thanks, babe,” you say quietly, looking anywhere but her amber eyes. You stare at her changing curls, nodding softly.

“”I’m serious, I’m going to be pissed if I don’t see you out there with us!”

“I know,” you laugh, shifting your weight.

It’s going to be hard, honestly. You’re in your last year of college, and you have your own real life pressures weighing on you. Dropping it all to go to Europe with your friends sounds like an amazing deal but…

Zendaya drops her bag and nearly knocks you over in a hug again,

“I’m going to miss you so fucking much!”

Tears blur your vision as you hug her back, burying you face into her collar, muffling yourself,

“I know, I’m going to miss you too.”

It hurts to say it out loud.

“Eat your goddamn breakfast, okay?” she says, prolonging it all, trying to pour all her sentiment at once.

You nod into her and pull away, both of you rubbing your noses and wiping your eyes. They are were both rimmed red as you break into laughter.

Zendaya takes a step back, and Harrison moves forward, hugging you and rubbing your back,  he pullings you up on your toes. You hug him back, leaning a cheek on his shoulder,

“You take care of her––”

“I will.”

“And take care of yourself too, dummy.”

He gives you a hard pat on the back, laughing as he rolls his neck back. His observant eyes pore over you, reading the stress in your face. He kisses your forehead and squeezes your shoulder reassuringly,

“Call me when you can. You know Ii’m alway by my phone.”

You laugh, sniffling. You’ve been through it all with him, weird wet dreams, kisses, friendship, fake fucking dating? You were sure you could conquer it all with him. And he means so much to you.

You watched the two of them pack up their stuff and shuffle out the door. They geot picked up and driove off, and you watched until you can’t couldn’t see the car anymore.

You step back from the door, shutting it. And the silence is deafening for a moment, white noise echoing, and cold.

Warm arms wrap around your waist, and a head rests against yours, bringing you back to reality even for a moment. You weren’t sure if you wanted it back though.

“”Tom?”

He responds by kissing your shoulder.

You settle your back against him, and you can feel all the words he wants to say in this hug.

He made the silence quiet (what does this mean?) , he brought back the sparks of life and why it was worth living.

Tom is was staying as long as he can, stretching out this moment to its limits.

Hopefully, it doesn’t snap.

You turn around and hug his chest, willfully avoiding his face. You know it would break your resolve, make you crumble, make you cave, make you cry.

You stand in the foyer together, standing still.

Two of your good friends are were away now,  Laura is was conquering the world on her own press tours, Jacob is was flying out from his home.

You are were here.

And Tom is was here.

But for how much longer?

Tom begins to sway side to side, humming a song and smoothing your hair. Your felt your fingers itch to grab and claw and beg him to stay. You vibrateing in an odd anger, a strange guilty, a peculiar sense of calm.

Your body quietsed and you let yourself just hug him. Just enjoy this.

It’s important for you to feel these things, to not stifle yourself. You’ll regret suppressing these emotions when you look back. Too often we are content with feeling nothing. There are were some facts to face, and you would prefer to approach them with sincerity, so that you don’t look back and feel the disappointment of “what could have been.”

Still, they are were hard facts to face.

“We’ll be okay, babe,” Tom comforts.

You were going to be alone.

-

Tom hasd one last day with you in LA. You spendt it waddling around the house together, arms tucked tightly around his waist and sticking to him like a shadow. He laughsed and tells told you it is was hard to walk this way, but you don’t didn’t have the heart to let go and he doesn’t didn’t have the heart to tell you to.

Usually you would have liked to take a nap with him, sleep away you r worries in his arms, but you don’t didn’t want to waste any time.

Tom hasd to pack a few things, so you siat on his bed, watching him run around the room. He pacesd a lot, and looksed back at you often. His face softensed when he catches caught your eyes, smiling a little.

It was sinking in.

He stops mid-packing, clothes and half-folded and thrown around the floor. He just throws threw his hands up, saving the trouble for later and joinsed you in bed.

You can could tell by his hungry expression that he wantsed to have sex. Wild, passionate, loving, good bye sex… but you don’t didn’t want to. Not tonight.

“You sure?” he asks, hand tracing up your thigh. His voice is was a little disappointed, “You don'tdont want anything from me?”

You nod, blinking slowly.

“Are you alright?”

You nod again, lip trembling.

“Yeah.. yeah, I’m fine.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes,

“Sh-shit, haha, sorry,” you laugh, looking up at the ceiling so that they won’t wouldn’t fall. You sniffle and shake your head, “I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want right now… but.. I just want to hold you.”

You bring your head back down to look at him. Hair sticks to your face a bit, and you try to smile,

“I just want to cuddle.”

Tom’s eyebrows crinkle and he lets out a loud exhale, stretching his arms out,

“Of course! That’s fine, babe, whatever you want!”

You smile, wiggling into his arms as you hug him back. You smell the detergent on his clothes and, the faint scente of his sweat and just take it in. You nuzzle into his neck, and feel the rumble of his voice as he speaks,

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

He rubs your back and you hug him, fingers stretching wide across his back. You enjoy the silence together, listening to each other’s steady heartbeats and breath.

Tom kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, hands smoothing down your clothes––

“Tom,” you say warningly. You end it with a laugh and look down at him.

He smiles apologetically, pretending that he wasn’t up to no good. You can’t couldn’t resist those big brown eyes, innocently looking up at you.,

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just memorizing you, alright.”

Fuck.

You feel felt a stab in your chest at his words. Don’t memorize, you think to yourself. You don'tdont’ want to be apart long enough to even miss each other.

All this is just reminding you further that he’s going to be away.

Far from home.

Tom’s curious hands move over your waist, and stomach, fingers feeling the ripples and contours of you.

“I don’t want to forget anything.”

And that just makes you feel worse, and you wonder if he feels felt your stomach drop because he corrects himself quickly,

“I won’t forget anything.”

He pats your hip, reassuring you with the same words you’ve heard over and over this whole week. At this point, it doesn’t mean anything anymore,

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m right here.”

It’s more of a painful reminder that he’ll be gone.

“… Nnot for much longer.”

“But Ii’m here now, that’s what matters most––”

“But––!!”

Tom smiles, smacking his lips and shaking his head. His brows twitchtwtich then hardened as he leans closer,

“Don’t think about it. We only know.. What’s here right in front of us.”

He reaches out and pulls your hair out from under you, smoothing it behind your shoulder.

It’s funny how he knows what to say, and how to reassure you. You’re still working on finding ways to be better for him, better to him.

“We can only control what’s right here, right now.”

You breathe out a smile, making him grin too. He tickles your sides for a second, forcing you to laugh, giggly, bright and true. You settle into each other’s arms again, and your fingers lightly trace shapes into his arms, then smooth to hold under his elbow. You flick your eyes up and whisper,

“You’re a real romantic, you know that Tom?”

He shrugs, one side of his mouth pulling higher than the other. He props his head up on his arm so that he can look down on you. In a sleepy voice he waggles his head,

“I try to be. Just for you.”

You make a gross face, soon covered by smiles again. You take a second to look up at him, your eyes twinkling softly. The space between you feels like nothing.

You lean up to kiss him, and Tom leans down.

Warm lips meet each other, all the words fall away, and this moment is yours.

It’s the exact, soft and tender kiss you had always dreamed about. The one where in the movie where the camera pans around the pair, rain is falling or the sun is shining brightly. The main theme song plays, and the audience erupts into thunderous applause––

You got the main lead, that part was to the t. But his lips get a little rough, his hands touch places that are a bit more rated-r, and he tugs on your clothes––

“Hey, no funny business, alright?” you hum, laughing.

Tom’s nose nuzzles into your cheek as he laughs, sighing exaggeratedly, “Nothing gets past you, darling.”

You nod, tilting your head up, exposing your neck. He takes the hint, kisses your sweet skin, and your hands roam under his shirt, lifting it up to feel his chest. Your fingers spread a warm blush across his chest as you tease,

“I just want to….” a hand dances around hem of his sweatpants, “Remember you too.”

You touch him soft and slow, memorizing the curve of his thigh, his knobby knees, the mole on his back, his wrists, his ears, his neck, his––

The slow kisses bleed into slow sex.

“I love you, Tom holland.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he lifts his head, and past his wavy brown hair, you see big brown eyes. They’re smoldering with something for you, something you confidently understand is love. His smile makes your heart break for the fourth time this day, but he fills it back up with burning affection,

“And I will always be thinking of you.”

-

And with that, Tom left.

Gone.

Miles and miles and hours and hours away.

He left on a good note, both of you madly in love. Both of you desperate to keep the fire going, to keep the spirit alive.

And it did, for a little while. And it wasn’t desperate, at first.

Your good friends were away, pursuing their careers, and you were at home doing the same. Your last year of college was starting soon, and your internship would pick up next week. There were plenty of things to keep you mind busy, to point your attention somewhere else.

Tom kept up with the messaging for the first few days, and you did you best too, coordinating time-zones and sleep schedules. You took turns staying up for each other until things had to tighten up.

You found yourself spending a lot of your spare time sleeping, saving up for when you could see his sleepy face on your phone screen, or just to pass the time. Sleep was a good way to avoid your repsponsiblilties, and make tomorrow come a touch sooner. And you never really spent much time excerisng outside, but now you take daily walks, just to get yourself out of the house. The fresh air felt good.

You knew it would be too easy to hole up, and hide away.

You get a message from Zendaya every morning and night, sometimes you hold a conversation together, and sometimes they’re just little reminders or jokes. You guys made it a point to send each other pictures whenever you could. You make sure she sees you smiling.

Harrison messages you a bit too, he’s been all over the place. Photoshoots, filming, and his stuff with Spider-Man, he almost seemed busier than Tom. You’re kind of jealous, actually. Just in the way that he handles it all so well, being apart from his friends so well. You take inspiration from him, and always send him warm wishes.

You really only see Laura through instagram these days, babe was real busy.

Jacob was more of the same.

Dear, dear friends, living lives without you.

It makes you sad, but it’s nothing to feel real, lasting pain over. You feel a genuine sense of happiness and pride when you see their smiling faces, they’re really doing their very best out there.

And so should you.

In the last licks of summer, you went out to the beach with some friends from college. You enjoyed the hot sun, and sting of the ocean waves. You take in deep breaths and remind yourself that your world relies on you and no one else.

Not that you’re thinking of revolving around a certain someone.

You post some pictures you know you look great in on instagram, wanting to put your own foot in the rally of your famous friend’s posts.

It was a set of three pictures, the first was a tasteful side view, your eyes bold and brave, licks of salt through your hair.

You create a bit of a whirlwind, hollers and love and compliments pour in from your friends. They didn’t forget you, no, they’re happy to see you doing well on your own. These little interactions keep you going.

Tom didn’t comment too much though.

You check your instagram photos, and he leaves a like, and a little cryptic emoji. It makes you smile, and drives the fans wild.

You wish it were a little more than that though.

You spend a lot of nights in Tom’s room, clinging to the smell he left behind. You wrapped yourself up in his blanket, pushing pillows around you to mimic his presence. You wear his shirts, and use his bathroom, just to pretend he’s there.

And that was all fine too, until the scent started to wear away.

That was when you started to sleep in your room, and shut his door. You only came in there when you missed him most, sitting against the doorframe and look up into the quiet room. It smelled like him, looked like the way he left it….

But it wasn’t a replacement for Tom.

Not at all.

It made you cry… a lot.

Not sobs, not shaking, trembling tears. Just the occasion drip of tears, or prick in your eyes when you felt extra lonely. Looking at his shirt hung on the back of your chair made your eyes squint and lips press together.

Tom… didn’t message you as much as you would have liked.

You’re understanding though. He was filming, he was travelling, he was going out with his own friends. That’s fine. That totally fine. You were on the grind too.

A month has gone by, school has started. You’re juggling the internship, a full load of classes, and taking care of yourself. You had to squeeze him in the cracks, just as he has to do for you.

Every time you got to get a glimpse of his face in a all, he was in a car, or he couldn’t talk privately, or was about to sleep, or get out of bed.

It’s so fucking frustrating.

-

“Are you alright?”

“Of cuorse”

“Hey, show me your face darling”

You don’t reply

“Y/N?”

You show him

“.. oh,  babe.”

“Sorry! I.. i don’t want to make you feel guilty or antyhing, I’m ok, really.”

He doesn’t speak this time

“I.. i just really fuckign miss you that’s all. And i’m so fuckign tired, ah, you dont want to hear this.”

“No, no i do want to hear it.” “please, tell me what’s on your mind. It’s hard to read you when we’re thousands of mile apart.”

Oof.

“… that’s what’s tearing me apart. The fact that we’re apart.”

“Babe– I can––”

“No, no, stay where you are,” you manage to laugh, “I’m not… asking to see you. Or well, I am, but… you know.”

“I know.”

You sigh, “I.. I just want to talk to you a little bit more. You’re doing your thing, and I’m doing mine, but I want to .. hear about it. At least, and like, from you.”

Tom laughs,

“Sorry, I’ve been a shit boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“That’s what I am, aren’t I?”

You laugh, “Not sure if you’ve officially asked me.”

“Well, this is me officially asking you,” his voice is light and lovely, “Will you be mine?”

“Oh, please just say it tom.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You laugh, and it clicks in you. This was it, this is all you needed from him. Pieces of reassurance to keep the line going. It’s not needy, or desperate, it’s just the comfort you need.

“Of course.”

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Snowdrops || Han Jisung || The Language of the Flowers AU ||

So idk i haven’t written in a really long time but i’m really excited for this so !! This is also my first time ever writing bullet thingie so,, yeah,,, not all of these will be in the bullet format I just felt like trying out smth new !! and to stay true to my ult Han Jisung i will write about him first. In this like,,, kinda cute little series thing. Every theme will kinda just relate to the flower meaning so,,, yeet !! Also, s/o to my one and only bub @chenle who told me to tag her when my first official writing thing happened so here !!!

Genre: Bad Boy!Jisung x Piano Player!Reader au; bulleted scenario  

Warnings: none !!

Word Count: 3.2k 

| Jisung | Minho | Chan | Changbin | Jeongin | Seungmin | Felix | Woojin | Hyunjin |

{picture not mine, credits to owner}

Snowdrop: (noun) A European flower which bears white flowers and blooms in February/early March, it signifies the end of winter and the coming of spring. Represents hope, purity, warmth, and new beginnings. 

Ever since you were little you’ve known you’ve wanted to be a pianist

It all started when you were younger and you went to see an orchestra with your parents

They 100% expected you to fall asleep in the first,,, like,,, five seconds after you came into the theater

What they did not expect is for you to sit there starry eyed staring at the person playing the piano for a whole 3 hours

They were,,, sister shook,,,,

But they didn’t think much of it, you know, like yeah they just like classical music

You know, as one does

But the second y’all got back into the car that was it

You wouldn’t stop talking about how pretty the music sounded

How much you liked the sound of pressing keys and the sound of the pedal lifting or the sound of the mallets and strings inside of the piano

You loved it

It was as though you had just found your one and only true love, y’all know, the yee to your haw

The ying to your yang

The chris to your weed

Sorry back to the point

You just couldn’t explain it, little four year old you just knew the fluttering feeling in your heart was a good one

So your parents signed you up for piano

They said they would find you the best teacher they could, one that could make you great

So that’s what they did

From a week after that concert, you started piano lessons

And you only fell more in love with the piano as time went on

So, after this little bit of context, flash back to reality 

oop there goes gravity oop

there goes rabbit he chokes

Sorry okay eminem is my calling

So it’s the end of winter, it’s been a really cold and bitter winter, but it’s around the end of february and somehow it just HaS noT gotten any warmer

And here we meet our boy jisung

Our chipmunk, our squirrel, our boi yk

But he’s a little bit of a hooligan

A bad boy if you will

You know, the leather jacket, the messy hair, the snarky attitude, the cocky jokes and the cute smile you knOW and he always always ALWAYS has a lollipop

A pink lemonade lollipop to be exact

It’s his favorite flavour

Any who, he’s one of those guys, the type of guy that almost everyone either wants to be him or with him

He’s also a part of a trio of you know bad boys at your school, the other two being his best buds Chan and Changbin

They call themselves 3RACHA

They’re as tight knit as can be, they do everything together

Skip class, hang out, throw parties

You know all that bAd bOY stUfF

He also has a slight reputation to get into fights every so often

Maybe not only so often

Maybe vERY often

But he’s trying his best okay those people just get on his nerves when they poke fun of one of his friends or his music

“I’m just a little misunderstood, okay I didn’t wanna break his nose it just sometimes happens, you know, my hand just kinda lost control of itself and hit him in the nose really really really hard. I swear.”

“Mr. Han, I distinctly remember you telling him to shove a stick up his, excuse my language, ass, and then proceeding to punch him.”

*them sitting in a perfectly silent office* “hM sorry it just got really loud in here, pardon???” :))))))

Real footage of Jisung last week after breaking some guy’s nose  

He also loves loves LoVES music

Loves all music

Except for classical and country

He’s always despised classical music, it just seemed so boring

There’s no pounding beat

No lyrics to scream along to

He just found everything about it depressing and irritating and just monotone

Well one day, as he was wandering through the school

You know, as one does when their friends were busy doing who knows what during lunch

He stumbled into the music hall

Now this was an accident

He didn’t really want to be here since the only courses your school offered in terms of music were classical ones

And again

Gross

But for some weird, strange, odd-ball, out of this world, sister shook reason

He felt like he needed to be here

That’s when he heard it

tHE hiLLS aRE aLiVE wiTH

The sound of music

Not the kind of music he liked

It was definitely classical music, so y’all, it’s disgusting

‘I should go, the music is starting to make me depressed already’ he mumbled

But his feet wouldn’t move, his body just kinda froze

It felt like something was just pulling him to that room, to that ugly boring nasty music

And it’s not like he’s never listened to classical before, he had, but this time something was weird about it

He still didn’t like it, it all still sounded the same, nothing interesting

But something for some weiRD REASON was telling him to go to that room

Like something was a little different about the way it was being played

‘Maybe,,,, I should just look for a couple seconds and,,,,,,, tell the person to stop playing that boring stuff,,,, or maybe I could just listen for a bit,,, but like obviously no that’s nasty,,,,’

The door was slightly ajar, so the music was just drifting through the air

Just calling him over

Jisung slowly walked up to the door, and peeped through the window

And there you were

You, reader, in all of your piano classical music glory

Sat there playing your heart out to the world

In that moment when he saw you with your hair slightly drifting over your face

Your eyebrows slightly scrunched up in concentration as your hands ran across the keys

His heart was screaming

Literally just like

dabdikajbksbfkajbDNBDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

He almost forgot about the fact he hated classical music if he could just watch you play it all day

Wait,,, what no,,,,

Gross,,,,, the Han Jisung doesn’t like people that easily,,,,,, nuh-uh thats def not him folks

And he got so scared by that feeling

The one inside of his chest

He was scared of how it made his hands feel tingly and it made him feel like he stood up too fast because his head felt so rushed and light

It felt like he was flying, but also crashing down to earth at the same time

And when I say scared

I mean terrified

This boy is mortified of catching feelings

Definitely not because in the third grade the person he liked stomped all over his heart because they wouldn’t give him a cracker,,,,, no who even thOughT tHaT hAHa

Just the thought of him truly giving his whole heart to someone ?? unacceptable

Like in this economy ?? liking someone ?? unreasonable

So he did the only logical thing

He ran away

Far back to the other side of school

And he was so out of it for the rest of the day, he just couldn’t handle it

He even went back to class next period because he was so out of it

“W-welcome Mr. Han take a seat, it’s a pleasure to have you finally join us.”

“mm-hmm”

He didn’t pay attention all day though, his mind was only occupied by you

Cheesy, I know, but it was

Even when he went to hang out with Chan and Changbin

“Bro,,, where were you during lunch ?? you kinda just disappeared”

“I was uhhh,,,, in the library,,,”

“The library ?? are you good ???”

“Yeah,,,,, im fine it’s cool,,,”

“Dude, you alright you seem a little weird.”

“Yeah,,,,,,,,, im just thinking”

Jisung thInKing ??? unheard of

So, this terrified Chan and Changbin because whenever Jisung thinks it’s never good

But it’s been three days since he saw you

And he’s still thinking about you and he’s kinda emo about it

Because, of course, you occupied his thoughts, the song you were playing stuck in his mind on a loop

This is so cheesy please forgive me

It was so bad that he started hearing it everywhere, it even started placing itself into his music and the lyrics he was writing somehow all revolved around love

He’d sit there for hours writing lyrics until he realized all of it in some way tied back to you

It was bothering him

Like a lot

So now it’s been a whole six days, and trust me he’s been counting and he thought he could take it,,, you know not see you,,,

Until he’s had enough

He needed to go see you again otherwise he felt like his head would explode

And it wasn’t because he liked you or anything,,, he just wanted to see you so he wouldn’t write any more music about you,,,,, because this was just SuPeR gRoSS

So he went to the same hall, the same room, the same time, and there he saw you

Still working on the same part of the piece

It was just as beautiful as the first time he heard it and he honestly was in awe of how your hands moved across the piano as though they were as light as air

Anyone even from a million kilometers away could tell you were frustrated with this part

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to worry because it was beautiful

He wanted to just go in there and tell you that your playing is amazing and hold your hands and just comfort you

But he just couldn’t say anything

And he could always say something, he never stopped talking

And his heart was still doing the same flippity flop screaming thing in his chest

Big surprise, i know

But then,,,, he had a genius idea,,,, like spectacular,,,, like nobel prize winning idea,,,

“Maybe if i see them all the time,,,,, my heart will get used to it and it won’t flippity flop anymore :’D,,,,,,”

wow ,,,, genius i know you don’t have to tell him

So instead of saying anything, or ignoring you any longer, he decided

I’m just gonna come here and watch them play every day because as long as I see them and never talk to her,,,, eventually whatever weird heart thing i have will go away !!!!!

So that is exactly what he did

Every single day for the next coming three weeks,,, he would disappear during lunch and go and watch you play

Changbin and Chan were getting suspicious but they never asked,,, so Jisung thought he was so slick you know

So it’s been weeks of him doing this

It’s now around the end of February, and he planned on doing smth for Valentines day,,,

Not,, because he liked you or because it was valentines day, but because he just,,, somehow planned to do it for February 14th

He was really counting on his genius 10000+ IQ plan to work

But, surprise surprise, his plan was failing

It was almost as though he liked you APPRECIATED !! your playing even more after seeing you play :))))))

Just seeing you just so cutely hunched over the piano

It made his heart hurt wiTH APPRECIATION FOR YOUR ARTISTRY NOT L O V E

Haha obviously,,,,,, not love,,,,,, who even said that y’all hear summ ????

And he realized maybe he just ReaLLY REALLY reAllY wanted to be your friend !!

Really really close friend !!

And that’s why he wanted to talk to you !! And hold you !! Like F R I E N D S do !! haha !!

And you know this mentality was really working great, until one Thursday

It was near the beginning of March when it was getting a little warmer and all that green good grass was kinda appearing from under the snow,,, these little white flowers peeking out from under the melting snow and it was just so pretty that day

And all Jisung could think about was how beautiful you would look today outside

Holding his hand

In a totally PLATONIC and FRIENDLY way because he obviously just liked you as a friend

And maybe today he would tell you how much he wanted to be your friend :D

But that lunch you just didn’t show up for half an hour ??

He was confused,,,, like really confused

And also concerned ?? where were you,,, you were always here on time,, he even makes sure to show up 5 minutes after your usual arrival time so he could calmly sit outside of the door without getting caught

But today you weren’t there and he was about to leave and chicken out until he felt a hand on his shoulder

‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHH’

Istg he jumped like fifty feet in the air

“Hey,, you’re that guy who always sits outside when I practice !!! Han Jisung right ?? Sorry I was late I needed to talk to Mr.Park about a science assignment I have that’s due next week,, ”

Jisung.exe has stopped working

First of all,,,

yoU kNeW ?!?!?! and he thought he was so slick

Not only that you knew his nAMe and apologized for being late ??? did you like ??? cARE ABOUT HIM A LITTLE BIT

And he also just,,, kinda loved the way you just said his name

It made him UwU in ways he didn’t understand

In a friENDLY WAY

Oh who was he lying to at this point

Maybe he did like you just a LITTLE more than like a friend would like a friend  

so what,,, sue him,,,, 

He was so caught up in the million and five thoughts that were racing through his mind that he almost forgot to respond, so he managed to choke out the following charming and very expressive line:

“U-uh you know my name ???”

,,,,,good one Jisung,,, real smooth,,,,

You let out a light giggle and just kinda looked at him with this really soft expression

“Ofc I knew !!! I heard your foot tapping every single day and you also sat in front of an open door so,,, I kinda saw you the first day,,,”

SORRY NOT ONLY HAS JISUNG.EXE STOPPED WORKING HE JUST CRASHED ??? LIKE EXPLODED

Your hand,,,, was still on his shoulder,,, and you giggled again,,,,, how are you,,, so cute

Little did he know you freaked out the exaCt same way you saw him the first time in the hallways with his eyes closed and head leaning against the lockers

And not only that,,, he was just super pretty,,,

With the winter light perfectly hitting his face

His jacket slightly too big and it loosely drooped over his shoulders

I’m actually ruining myself imagining this wow thanks m e

So when you finally asked around after a couple days one of your friends told you who he was

The Han Jisung

The resident bad boy at your school, who liked to get into fights and allegedly also liked to play around with peoples hearts 

Which didn’t exactly scare you well maybe it did a little bit but we’re not here to expose ourselves

First of all you’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s probably just like any of us ?? people just kinda put him on a pedestal so you felt like you didn’t really need to treat him differently from anyone else

And with every time that he would sit outside of your practice room and listen you felt a little bit of that fear melting away because when he looked so relaxed and so pretty that his face just screamed UwU

But you gotta play it cool reader,,,because you’re slick and all that,,, you know

So you just kinda turn around and head into the music room without saying anything else

Which again gave him shock number 37429387129837 of the day

He was expecting you to do something,,, say something,,,,, but instead,,,,

You just smiled at him, and turned back to into the room, now sitting at the piano bench

He was confused

And mayhaps just the littlest bit disappointed  

He knew that everyone knew him, and that’s usually not the kind of reaction he gets, usually he gets a whole OH mY iT’s HaN jiSuNg scream or an angry disgusted look from people who didn’t like him

But no

Not you

Yet, what could he do

He was going to just,, sit back down in the hallway in his usual spot, or maybe just get up and leave since his cover has been blown and you probably think he’s super creepy

When your voice called out for him inside of the room

“Are you gonna come in or what?”

A small smile spread on his face as he stood up, and he noticed you had already set up a chair for him next to you at the piano

“So,,,, do you like classical music?”

“Um,, not really,, no.”

“Then,, why did you sit outside every day ??” 

You asked confused, your eyebrows slightly furrowing staring at him with intent

And he just found that so cute

So so so cute

So cute that it just made any confidence he had just disappear

“I-I justreallylikethewayyouplayitsoundsnice.”

He just really wanted you to stop looking at him like that it was going to make him actually just explode

You gave a breathy laugh at his cute antics,,, what was there not to like about this boy,,, I mean what a softie

Maybe he wasn’t too bad, ya know

Nothing to be afraid of

“You wanna hear me play one of my favorite songs?”

Jisung nodded his head, his hair lightly flopping on his forehead, kinda covering his eyes

Oh how bad you wanted to brush it out of his eyes and just pinch his cheeks but, alas, it shall not happen

Or will it ;);););;;;))))))))

So you with a light inhale you began playing on of your favorite pieces, it was strong and domineering, with an edge of superiority

If ya wanna check it out it’s actually one of my favorite pieces it’s Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in G Minor, Op. 23, No. 5

As soon as you started, Jisung was already in a trance, the way your hands moved, the sound of your breath hitching every huge chord or octave jump

Damn Jisung was whipped

When you smiled at him after you finished the piece

With your eyes so bright, finally breathing normally again, and just a light pink blush that swept across your face

He felt his heart beat fast again

But this time

Mayhaps he didn’t want to run away

“So, what did you think? Did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like classical music maybe a little bit more now ??”

You asked with just the biggest grin on your face

“Hmm,, no i don’t think so,,” Jisung responded with the cheekiest smile known to mankind

“Then,,, I think you’re gonna have to come back here tomorrow so I can change your mind about that” ;)));))))))

WOWOW,, alright reader do y’all ever get tired of being so cute ??

As you continued playing the marvelous thought dawned upon Jisung

So maybe he did like classical music just a little bit more now

And,, maybe his heart beat faster with every second you looked at him

And maybe that feeling is not as bad as a thing as he thought it would be

Maybe it’s actually just the littlest bit nice

Just a little bit