#like come onnnn. first of all if you want him cutting his own hand off to mean anything it's gotta be a permanent decision.

[vulpinesaint]

i think it was a cowardly and weak decision to give eddie brock back his hand. god forbid characters have experiences that change them permanently or in any way disable them. the concept of using venom as a prosthetic in day-to-day life and how that changes things for him was really interesting and could have been really cool to explore. but no. magical hand restoration. chop that bitch back off

[devilandacat]

…And God Do I love You

warnings: none! just a quick lil fluff for my man

word count: 840

summary: after a miserable attempt at making a dinner for your at-home date, Nick leaves you remembering why you fell in love with him in the first place.

it’s rainy and gloomy out today and i love this man far too much so here’s a cutie little thing i put together the other night

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

“Come onnnn” The oven seeped a faint heat while your face sat just before the dimly lit door. You had just set the table with the nicest plates you had, hoping the timer on the stove would go by just a little bit faster. 

It didn’t. Feeling like a child waiting for cookies, you stared at it watching as each second painfully clicked one less. You felt your fingers tap the quite thin dress you had on. You grew impatient as you rose to your feet and began to nervously pick at the skin of your lips. 

“We should’ve just gone out” rumbled out onto your thumb as you started to doubt your, now poorly thought out, decision to plan an at-home date night. 

You thought Nick would enjoy it, a nice home cooked meal in the comfort of your own dining room. But seeing as you can’t even plan out enough time to finish said meal, what was the point? 

You began to bounce around the kitchen, desperately trying to find something to do to keep your mind occupied and off the thought of your food. You found yourself wiping surfaces, again, along with lighting just one more candle. Eventually, you settled with playing around with different ways you could set this damn table, “Does this fork go on this side or-“

 “Shit!”, You were so caught up in your thoughts that you had almost dismissed the faint burning smell in your nose..

The timer had buzzed. And minutes ago at that.

You spun your way around and quickly pulled the oven mit onto your hand as you brought out your.. dinner? Not much of that anymore. All that waiting and planning for this. 

You sat the sadly burnt food down atop the stove and desperately tried to figure out your next move. “Maybe if I slice the top off he won’t be able to notice..”

“Notice what?” Fuck. He’s home. 

You must’ve not heard the sound of the door opening behind you as you were fanning the smoke from the oven out of your face. You chewed at your lip before sheepishly turning to face him. 

You picked at your lip once more, “I’m sorry, I tried.” Your voice was quiet as you failed to meet his gaze, keeping yours glued to the floor. 

You felt bad, you really did. All you wanted to do was give him a nice, relaxing date night. One the two of you severely missed, seeing as this was one of your first nights home, and alone, in weeks. 

You turned to face your sad excuse of a dinner. You pouted a bit before you felt two big hands slide their way to either side of your shoulders. They gave them a few light squeezes, “It’s okay baby, I know you did.” 

Though his voice was a low hum, it had an underlying sweet reassurance. You loved the way he spoke, it always had that soft tone to it that made you feel like nothing else mattered. 

But this mattered. Your shoulders hung low as you apologized once more, still daring to face him. Why can’t you just do one thing right for him?

As if he heard you, he brought his arms down so they wrapped around you, allowing him to hug you close to his chest. “Do you want to cut it or should I?” What?

“What?” Your face rose as you shuffled to turn around and face him, “but I burnt it” 

“Seems fine to me” He shrugged, sending a quick glance to the food that sat behind you. A smile began to form at the curve of his lips as he reached an arm around you, grabbing the knife you had placed just beside the stove. 

He wrapped an arm back around your side and turned you so you both stood looking at what you had hoped was going to be a nice dinner. He pulled you in closer before handing the knife over to you, “Who am I to pass up such a lovely meal, made by my lovely girlfriend?” 

You couldn’t help but smile. He always found ways to make you feel like you just fell in love again, even though most times they were small. This being one of those times. 

You grabbed hold of it and began slicing, quite uneven, slices. Nick had made his way over to where you had placed the plates, before returning with two and handing you one so you could place a heaping amount on top, whoops..

After a few poorly coordinated scoops onto his plate, you were both now sitting on either side of the table. He reached his hand out, and motioned for you to hold it with yours. 

Your fingers interlocked, as did your eyes. You looked at each other for a moment, soaking in every feature you could. God was he beautiful. 

“Thank you, baby” came out in that same low, reassuring tone as before accompanied by a soft, genuine smile. And God was he sweet.

[uses-for-fics]

I posted this on ao3 already but heyyyyy why not here?

Ao3 link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/51691363

Divider by @i92-93

𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙?

Word count: 1357

It was 2 in the morning when you woke up to your house being shook. The loud bass from the club music was so deep your tired brain swore it was an earthquake. Multicolored lights streamed in through your curtains as more and more drunk people kept partying next door. Of course all this commotion had to be coming from the forsaken house next door. It’s not that the guys that lived there were horrible people. In fact they were quite nice. They had given you rides to work when your car broke down, collected your mail when you went on vacation, and even helped clean your backyard when you first moved in. They were good guys! Their only flaw is they loved pulling schemes and partying. Right now they were blasting ‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly as loud as they could and allowing drunk people to cause a big ruckus. You tried giving it a chance and going back to sleep.

Repeating in your head, ‘I have work in a few hours, I have work in a few hours’. Another ten minutes passed and you were wide awake in bed, staring at your roof while Pitbull played outside. You rolled out of bed with a huff, putting on some slippers and covering yourself with your blanket. You languidly walked out of your front door to your neighbors front porch. Approaching their home you could already see the tenants of the place partying to their heart's content. The short loud one, Adam, was trying to do a keg stand but failed miserably stating his hands weren’t placed right. The scrawny, curly haired friend, Blake, was hotboxing with a couple random dudes in his friend’s Volvo. Where was the car’s owner? You looked around for Anders, finally finding him lying awkwardly in a bush. Vomiting in a bucket and chugging a beer, one after the other. You noticed the party goers ignored the tall man, continuing their fun as he vomited his guts out. You walked Anders’ way and crouched next to him. “Heyyy Anders, you ok there?” You put your hand on his shoulder getting his attention.

His half lid eyes turned to you and he smiled. “Hey Y/n!” He croaked. “You finally come out to join the party?” You smiled. “No. Not exactly. I was trying to sleep when I heard my oh so favorite neighbors playing club music really really loud.” He laughed. “Awww, are we really your favorite neighbors?” You shook your head.

“Anders. That’s not the point. I need to be up early later today but you guys have been partying loudly for a little longer than usual, I’m really tired.” He frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bug you.”

“It’s ok. I just would really like to go to sleep already.” He smiled and was going to say something but quickly moved his bucket into place, vomiting again. You rubbed his back trying to help in some way. He stopped puking and looked up at you, earning you a weary smile. “Anders I think you should stop drinking already. It’s going to keep upsetting your stomach.” He blew a raspberry. “Come on y/n! Haven’t you heard of a boot and rally!” You reached for his bottle and took it. He was too drunk to even try to stop you. “Aww come onnnn, I just wanted to have a bit more fun.” He whined. “No Anders. I’m sorry but I have to cut you off, you’re just going to keep vomiting and drinking until you pass out. I’m just trying to help.” He huffed and lied back into the bush he was in. “Fine. Im just going to lie here for a second.” You rolled your eyes and sat down next to him. “Ok Anders.” You sat there thinking. You couldn’t just leave him lying in the bush. His friends were way too drunk and high to take care of him. Especially with all these random people all around, you didn’t trust they would help him either. You huffed and stood up. “I guess I’ll just have to miss work later.” Anders turned to you. You stretched your hand out to him. “Let’s go.”

“Huh?” He squinted. “I’m not just going to let you stay here and ruin these plants with your vomit so let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and stood up. He wobbled a bit trying to balance himself. You grabbed a hold of his chest making sure he didn’t fall forward. He smirked. “If you wanted to cop a feel, you could’ve just asked.” You laughed. “Ok Anders, let’s just get you sober.” You took off you blanket and wrapped him with it. You took a hold of his arm and slowly started walking him over to your house, making sure he didn’t trip on the blanket. You successfully made it inside without any hiccups and sat him down on your couch. “You stay here. I’m going to get you some water and Tylenol ok?” He closed his eyes and nodded. “Anything you say princess.” You smiled and walked towards your kitchen.

Anders had never really been so,,,,flirtatious. Yes he did speak to you the most out of the other two. You guys had even gone out a few times too, not on dates but you did enjoy the time together. You could feel your stomach fluttery and your face heat up thinking about the man in the other room. You quickly grabbed the Tylenol from the cupboard and a water bottle from the fridge making your way back to the living room. You noticed Anders had already made himself comfortable. Lying on the couch with the blanket haphazardly slung over him. You placed the water and pill bottle on the coffee table near him. You proceeded to remove his shoes and fix him as best as you could on the couch. You left him for a second to get a trash can in case he decided to hurl again. You grabbed yourself a blanket while you were up and sat at one end of the couch near Anders legs. You had already brought the drunk guy over after being woken up, the last thing you wanted right now was to have to clean up vomit in the morning. You closed your eyes hoping work could forgive you for missing a shift.

Bonus-

Anders stirred awake, blinking and soaking in his surroundings. He looked around and noticed it looked off. He sat up slowly feeling a pang in his head. He presses his hand to his temple, trying to remember what happen. He notice he was on a couch but where. He looked at the blanket on him, he’s seen it before. He heard a soft snore and looked at the other side of the couch. His heart fluttered. Y/n sat there sleeping. She looked so peaceful. Anders held his breath not knowing what to do. He had no idea how he managed to get into his beautiful neighbor’s house but he wasn’t complaining. He moved his legs over to give the girl some. Her eyes started to open after she felt the warmth move. “Hey Anders, how ya feeling?” He smiled. “Better now that you’re here.” Of course that was the cheesiest thing his brain could say right now. She chuckled, god was she going to make him explode. “Well I’m glad you’re feeling better. You were in a bush when I found you.” “Sorry about that.” He looked sheepishly away. “It’s ok, I don’t mind. I’m really just glad you’re ok.” He decided to reach for her. He grabbed her and laid her on top of him. “What are you doing?” She looked up at him. “Well, the least I can do after you went out of your way to help me, is let you sleep in. Don’t worry if you get a call from work, I’ll deal with it.” She laughed. “How chivalrous of you. Thank you my good sir.” He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. “Anything for you….Princess.” They both got comfortable and went back to sleep.

[ravenintraining]

MAG 1- Anglerfish

I hate hearing the first episodes of anything over again because the voices lack all of the personality they grow into over time. Especially this posh prick I'm hearing right now.(/j)

(analysis under cut so i don't feel bad)

Anyways, let's get down to business.

I've spent many of the last few weeks trying to visualize the layout of the Archives(for fic writing purposes), and the part where he can see thousands just from where he's sitting (in a room with a door separating it from the rest of the area, as is mentioned later) really throws all of that off. I like to think he saw a bunch of boxes full of papers and assumed those were statements, even though in the event that his predecessor wasn't an eldritch horror they're probably be print-offs from seminars or audit logs or literally anything else. In my head all of them are actually mounds of scrap paper from a local school so that Elias has to deal with the information overload of creative writing classes.

"so the only thing in most of the files are the statements themselves" this is REALLY outing Jon for not understanding what an Archive does. Why, pray tell, would the research be down in long-term storage? When you have a whole section of this Institute called RESEARCH DIVISION? Obviously they'd keep their OWN RECORDS UP THERE. Probably digitized by now because you all had your own computers. Give me a BREAK.

"he's not likely to contribute anything but deh-LAYS >://" i think you should re-adjust that stick up your ass it's starting to effect your Brain. you've known this dude for all of an hour tops calm your tits. Technically speaking so far the only one that's delayed you was your inability to record something digitally and so it's You who is currently delaying the Archives. Chomp my dick loserboy.

Just remembered that these recordings are available to the public. Dog no college student gives a shit about you and your problems they're just gonna make fun of you on the internet. Actually I think a really funny socmed au could come out of the twitter commentary of someone reading the statements from the magnus institute bc the transcriber drops his drama ALL OVER them.

they must have gotten SO many statements in 2012. I mean, people thought the world was going to end. This of course is the largest part behind why I think the Extinction isn't real and is just a version of the End, because it would have manifested in either 1999 or 2012 when everyone was so worried the world would end. (which also, sidenote, i think could have been perfect explanations of end rituals that failed. i think end avatars would 100% try at least a few times)

sorry I haven't even gotten to the statement yet. idk this one really isnt even that interesting? like oooo dude trips on brick path, stranger ignores that he hurt himself and wants to bum a cigarette. i think it would be better if the anglerfish like actually got its hand(s?) on him and then he got away instead bc without that the only scary part is the implications the episode name gives you. it leads to a great reveal of what happened to the victims later on in the melanie statement (stapling her skin back on) but without that context it's just a dude who's talking to you without opening his mouth.

"el oh el" i bet tim and sasha took the tape after he recorded it just to hear how jon would pronounce 'lol.' i only think that bc that's what I would do.

it is interesting that the body doesnt show up in the images though. like i figured considering the way the stranger loves manipulating digital tech that it would get a kick out of the picture showing the guy just floating there boreing its eyes into your skull. like i get it was meant to be the "light" of the anglerfish creating the illusion of a harmless creature that then turns out to not be there but come onnnn is that Really a stranger thing to do. could be so much better. the stranger should get a suggestion box i have some thoughts.

okay that's all folks. catch you tomorrow for the same shenanigans

[tonguetiedraven]

💍 🤗 🔥 👑 BonRin ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry I took so long with this one!!! (⋟﹏⋞)

Prompt: 💍 Arranged marriage 🤗Hurt/comfort 🔥Slow burn 👑Royalty AU

Part: One (you're here), Two, Three

— — — — — — — — — —

Rin first met Ryuuji in the gardens when he was seven. The young monk was dressed in overly formal robes, not quite as extravagant as the kimono Rin had been forced into, but still way too stuffy.

“Him?” Rin demanded, hands on his hips as he scowled at the boy. He had messy hair and freckled cheeks. “He’s the guy I gotta marry?”

Ryuuji scowled right back at him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hey! You get to marry me!”

“I’m the prince, I’m the—” Shirou cut off the rest of his indignant rebuttal by picking him up by the back of his clothes and hefting him into the air so he was left flailing ungracefully. Ryuuji laughed loudly. Rin’s cheeks went horribly hot, and a few flames flared over his head and shoulders.

“None of that,” Shirou chided, not caring about the flames. “Behave yourself.”

“Ryuuji,” the tall bald monk murmured quietly but sternly. “Remember what we talked about.”

Shirou set Rin back on the ground and he immediately crossed his arms over his chest, huffed loudly, and turned his head away like Yuri sometimes did when she didn’t want to talk to Shirou.

The bald monk laughed softly. “Ah, he does look like his mother.” Wait, did that old fart know Yuri?

Shirou let out his own wry laugh. “Don’t let her hear you say that.” He grinned. “I can see Torako in yours.”

“She’d be proud to hear that.”

“Probably. She’d still kick my ass though.”

Rin glared up at Shirou. He didn’t like how friendly they already seemed. He didn’t want to get hitched to anyone, and this grumpy boy didn’t look fun.(Even if he had pretty eyes.)

To his annoyance, the boy was scowling up at his own father. He promptly smoothed out his expression and glared at the grass instead. He wasn’t going to be like Ryuuji. He wasn’t going to get married even if people told him to.

— — — — — — — — — —

The Suguro’s made the journey from Kyoto once a year, every single year, and they spent most of the winter with Rin’s family.

Rin was pretty certain they did that because it was a lot harder to avoid someone you didn’t want to spend time with in the winter. You couldn’t run away outside or hide in the trees. He was left with the palace, and while there were still some good hiding spots there, there were also a lot more people about who were all too happy to tattle on him and make him join Ryuuji again.

It was fun when they did the same thing to Ryuuji, but by their third year doing it, Rin was annoyed. They tried mutual escapes, and somehow those made them get foiled even faster.

The problem was Ryuuji liked to do boring things. He liked reading — which made him spend a lot of time with Yukio (why couldn’t they get married instead? No. Yukio got betrothed to Shiemi who was cool and liked to play in the dirt and hunt for bugs.) — meditating (which was somehow more boring than reading) reciting long and weird words, singing (which could be nice but Rin was usually grouchy by the time Ryuuji started singing) and the only arguably cool thing he liked doing (archery) they rarely got to do because Rin was a little reckless and it was cold outside. (He’d only hit Belial with an arrow once. He was a servant so it wasn’t like it was that big of a deal. He should have just moved out of the way faster.)

Rin was the prince, and he had no qualms about using his status to get out of all the boring stuff Ryuuuji liked to do, and he was about to use it again.

“Come onnnn!” Rin unashamedly whined. He was flopped on his back with his arms spread out like a starfish and didn’t care if he looked stupid.

“Rin,” Ryuuji huffed at the same time Yukio gave a tired sigh. “If you’re bored, go do your own thing.”

“But I gotta do it with you!”

Ryuuji clutched his book a bit closer. He got weird about his books. Apparently their library was nicer than Kyoto’s. Maybe Rin would like it better there.

“Well I wanna read.”

“But you’ve been doing it for hours and I’m boooorrreeeddd!”

“It’s only been a while.”

“And it’s boring!”

Yukio scooped his pile of books to his chest, got up, sent Rin a fierce glare, and retreated to a far away corner of the library. Rin stuck his tongue out after him. When he looked back at Ryuuji, he was frowning sadly down at his book.

A small amount of guilt twisted in Rin’s gut. He shoved it back down. It didn’t matter if Ryuuji wanted to read, Rin wanted to do other things, and he was the prince. Not Ryuuji.

“What… what if I read the story to you?”

Rin pushed himself into a seated position. “Heh?”

“What If I read my story to you? Could I stay for a while longer before we go do whatever you want to do?”

It felt like a trick. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Ryuuji’s pretty brown ones (he got upset everytime Rin called them that which made Rin call them that at every chance he could.) Ryuuji met his gaze without blinking, so he wasn’t lying. Ryuuji couldn’t look him in the eyes when he was lying.

“Alright. But if it’s a shitty story, then I’m leaving!”

Ryuuji nodded in determination. “It won’t be!” He grabbed the book he had been reading back up and flipped to the first page.

“Fukaku,” he began in a low and steady voice, “could tell the winds were changing, and that something was coming, something that would choke the life out of the people in his little town.”

Rin propped his chin in his hand and decided he’d give Ryuuij a few more sentences.

(They ended up staying until dinner, and Rin woke Ryuuji up in the middle of the night to read him the rest of the story.)

— — — — — — — — — —

“I’m telling you, I saw it!” Rin crowed, not caring that he was probably making a scene. They were the only ones that were supposed to be in the garden right now, so anyone who was watching could just deal with Rin’s volume. (People kept doing that, leaving them alone. It was starting to weird Rin out.)

“Who cares?” Ryuuji huffed, hauling himself up the tree Rin was lounged against. “They’re getting married. Let ‘em kiss.”

“You’re no fun.” Renzou called from his own branch. Ryuuji stuck his tongue out at his friend, and Rin scowled a bit more fiercely. He wasn’t sure why Renzou and Konekomaru were here this year. He didn’t like it. Ryuuji didn't pay a lot of attention to him when other people were around. Summer was supposed to be their time.

“Shut up! I am too fun!”

“You’re fun, Bon.” Konekomaru called earnestly. Rin rolled his eyes.

“Rooster is not fun.”

“Don’t call me that!” Ryuuji kicked out as he pulled himself up to the branch, and Rin barely ducked in time to avoid the foot. Renzou squeaked and scrambled higher up the tree to escape Ryuuji’s wrath. Konekomaru watched them go with worried eyes and tried to catch the lowest branch. He wasn’t quite tall enough.

Ryuuji noticed (because Ryuuji always noticed when either of them were having trouble, even if he never seemed to notice when Rin was having trouble) and promptly reached down to help him reach the lowest branch. Renzou used his distraction to get higher.

“Rooster!” Rin shouted again, unreasonably annoyed as Konekomaru was pulled onto Ryuuji’s branch. He could out climb all of them. Actually, screw this. He was going to out climb them all. “And if you were fun, you’d care that Yukio was kissing Shiemi!”

Why did no one care about this? His twin was kissing.

“They’re getting married!” Ryuuji repeated as he reached up for the next branch and started to climb in earnest. Renzou was going to get pulverized if he wasn’t quick. “Let ‘em kiss!”

“What?” Renzou called down from his perch near the top, “You jealous?”

Jealous? Of what? “Huh?” He dug his claws into the trunk and set to climbing up as fast as he could. Shiemi would be upset that he was hurting the tree, but she wasn’t here.

“Of Yukio.” Renzou squeaked again and switched to the other side of the tree as Ryuuji took a swipe at his ankle.

“What’re you talking about?”

Renzou paused in his escape and peered down at Rin through the branches. Ryuuji used his pause to climb a bit higher. Rin didn’t care about that, but he wasn’t comfortable with Renzou’s piercing stare. It made him blush for some reason, and he hated blushing. (He also couldn't help glancing at Ryuuji, which was just as weird. Ryuuji was almost at the top, and he was grinning as he did it. Ryuuji almost never smiled.)

“Just what I said.” Renzou sat on his branch and swung upside down so his face was closer to Rin. There was something taunting in his gaze. “Are you jealous of Yukio? Are you jealous of him kissing Shiemi?”

Ryuuji paused in his climbing, but Rin didn’t notice. His cheeks were on fire and his hair might be too. “Am not! I don’t wanna kiss Shiemi!” She was fun and pretty, but she was basically his sister. It’d be like kissing Shura, and that was just weird.

“No?” Renzou raised an eyebrow. “Then who do you wanna kiss?”

Rin, for reasons he absolutely did not understand, glanced at Ryuuji again. Ryuuji whose smile was gone and who was now scowling fiercely at Renzou.

“No one!”

Renzou laughed again, and Rin could feel everyone looking at him. “Shut up! It’s just, it’s gross!”

“You wanna kiss someone!” Renzou sang, swinging back and forth on his branch.

“Do not! Kissers and kissing is gross!”

Renzou swung back up right. “Sorry, Bon! Looks like there won’t be any kisses for —AGH!”

Ryuuji had finally reached Renzou and shoved him off the branch. Renzou flailed wildly and barely caught the next branch down. Ryuuji didn’t wait to see if he did or didn’t. He glared at Rin, and promptly dropped down from the tree before storming off.

Rin didn’t watch him stomp off, and he didn’t help Renzou back up. (He didn’t have to go after Ryuuji because Konekomaru immediately did, and that didn’t annoy Rin a lot.) He climbed to the top of the tree and stayed there grumpily until the sun was setting. The weird and uncomfortable squirmy feeling in his gut never really went away.

— — — — — — — — — —

Ryuuji was hiding from him, and Rin was annoyed about it. Rin didn’t care what Ryuuji did, but people always bugged him when Ryuuji wasn’t around like it was his fault Ryuuji was missing.

“RYUUJI!” Rin bellowed, thoroughly annoyed that he couldn’t find Ryuuji at his own home. Ryuuji shouldn’t be better at hiding here than Rin. That wasn’t fair at all.

There was no answer because Ryuuji was a jerk.

“Rin,” Shirou slid the door open and frowned at him. “Have you tried looking instead of shouting?”

“Of course! Ryuuji… Ryuuji’s just cheating. He keeps, uh, moving.” Rin wasn’t going to admit he couldn’t find him.

Shirou raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Rin nodded hard and crossed his arms. He didn’t even want to find stupid Ryuuji. So what if Yukio was hanging with Shiemi and didn’t have to hunt his betrothed down. So what if they were supposed to hang out together and Ryuuji was supposed to want to hang out with him. It wasn’t like Rin needed or wanted his stupid attention.

"Well, last I heard, Ryuuji was near the south wing. The temple? Might want to check over there."

Rin glared for a moment longer before huffing and running towards the temple. He ignored Shirou's knowing laugh and ran faster. He was just checking on his betrothed. It wasn't like he was worried or anything. It had just been a few days of ignoring. Rin could handle it.

(Just... it felt like it might be his fault, and he hated that. He didn't really know what had done it, but he was pretty sure something about the kiss conversation had made Ryuuji mad.)

Ryuuji was at the temple, and Rin could hear his voice blending in with the older monks as he spoke his chants. Rin peeked in through the window and watched as they all knelt in front of the statue and the basin of fire. It was boring human fire. Not as pretty and cool as his flames. Why was Ryuuji sitting in front of it when he could be with Rin?

Crossing his arms with a huff, Rin decided he was going to get his future husband's attention. He was the prince, after all. He deserved that attention more than a stupid statue did.

Jumping down from the window, he ran around to the entrance and slid the door open as loudly as he could. A few of the chants stopped as the monks turned around in surprise, but the oldest monks kept the words going. Ryuuji paused before stubbornly clenching his hands and continuing.

"Hey!" Rin shouted, flickering a little with indignation. Why did Ryuuji always have to be so stubborn and boring? Rin wanted to play. "Ryuuji! Come on!"

"Bocchan," one of the bald monks gently said, "it would seem your betrothed requires your attention."

Ryuuji muttered something Rin couldn't actually hear. The monk frowned a bit, but not in annoyance like people were always frowning at Rin.

"Just a short while, Bocchan."

Ryuuji huffed and got up with a fierce scowl. "Fine! But make it quick."

Rin purposefully walked slowly out of the temple and got a thrill at how quickly it made Ryuuji send him an annoyed glare. Ha! He could still rile him up. The past few days of ignoring hadn't changed that.

Rin walked until they were at the edge of the forest around the palace. There weren't that many people out here. Just the guards, and they were pretty good at pretending they weren't always listening.

"Why you been ignoring me?"

"I haven't been." Ryuuji muttered as he shoved his shoulders up sulkily.

Rin immediately scowled. "Have too!"

"Have not!"

"Have too! So cut it out!"

"I'll ignore you if I want! Whadda ya even care for? I thought I was gross!"

"You—huh?"

Ryuuji stomped forward, until he was under the cover of trees. The shadows danced over him in strange shapes, making him look other worldly and distant. "Don't 'huh'! You said it!"

Rin blinked the weird vision away and darted forward. "Don't run away from me when I'm talkin' to ya! I'm a prince! You're supposed to —"

"No one cares that you're a prince!"

"You're just a monk! A gross monk!" Ryuuji wasn't gross, and Rin didn't know what he was talking about because he was pretty sure he'd never called Ryuuji gross, but he was mad and it was the first word that popped up in his mind.

Ryuuji shot him an utterly furious look. His face was red with it, pinched in the wrong way, and his eyes...

Why did he look sad?

"Leave me alone!" Ryuuji kept stomping on, so Rin continued after him. "You're the one that said I was gross, so just let me be."

"I didn't call you gross!"

Ryuuji rounded on him with an irritated growl. "You just did, ya moron!"

"'Cause you wouldn't stop saying it! And don't call me a moron, rooster!" Rin crossed his arms over his chest and dropped to the ground petulantly. "We're not moving until you explain why you're so mad."

Ryuuji glared for a moment longer before he smoothed the expression out. "I don't have to stay. I can just leave you here."

"I'll yell and get you in trouble."

Ryuuji's expression twitched. "I already told you."

"No you didn't! You said I called you gross and I didn't."

"You did!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Rin threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "WHEN?!"

"WHEN YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T WANT TO KISS ME!" Ryuuji bellowed, and promptly went pale. He took a step back while Rin gaped at him.

A smile started to creep across Rin's face as he stared. "You wanna kiss me," he said, and his grin grew bigger and vicious. "You wanna kiss me!" He laughed with that realization. Ryuuji liked him and wanted to kiss him. Ha!

Ryuuji's face twisted in the wrong way. "Shut up!" And with that, he was running at top speed into the forest and away from Rin. The dangerous forest. The forest they weren't supposed to go in.

Oh no.

[halpertstuna]

valentines day - jj maybank

requested by: @alexa-playafricabytoto

fic exchange by: @killingbxys @earthlyholland

prompts: “can i kiss you?” “valentine’s day just isn’t really my thing”

trope: roommates

au: collage

word count: 1,040

A/N: sorry this is kinda late and not my best work, got too lazy to edit it, but i hope you like it

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(gif credit: @riobeth )

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“Please please please please pleaseeee” JJ begged through the pout painted across his lips as he practically chased you across the hallway.

“No! And for the love of god, would you please stop asking me!?”

“Come onnnn! Pleaseeee It’s valentines!”

“I said no JJ”

“But why?”

“I already told you, Valentine’s Day just isn’t really my thing” you asserted annoyed.

“It’s one date!” He insisted blocking your way to the science lab.

“Dude move, I’m gonna be late for class”

“Not until you say yes”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, when you noticed your professor approaching the door and took the chance to move passed JJ.

“Sorry Romeo, but that’s not gonna happen” you replied as you entered the door, leaving a smirk on JJ’s face at the nickname.

JJ’s had quite a thing for you ever since he first met you - the day you two became dorm roommates.

He adored your smile, and the way you would light up a room just by your very presence. He valued your honesty and authentic beauty, the boy genuinely loved you.

The only problem was the heartbreak you went through before leaving for collage.

The two of you met right after you got out of a serious four year relationship and you simply weren’t ready to get back into the dating world, yet still, he never gave up.

It’s been almost two years since your breakup and a day before Valentine’s so JJ decided to shoot his shot.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong date.

Valentine’s used to be your favorite day since your ex boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and always made that day a memorable one, filled with big romantic gestures. After you broke up you kind of lost hope in love and so a day to celebrate it seemed to have no meaning.

JJ saw how down you seemed once you returned from your last course of the day and decided to drop the subject, but not his plans.

The next morning you woke up to an empty dorm room, which was unusual since you and JJ always walked together to your morning classes. You tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail. Skeptical, you got ready for the dreadful day and headed to your lecture.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, JJ was planning a surprise.

It was 9:00 pm when you finished your discussion class. you were absolutely exhausted and a bit worried about JJ since he still hasn’t answered any of your calls all day.

On your way to the dormitory you noticed for the first time that day all of the romance around you. All the heart shaped balloons and PDA. As much as you wanted to say it didn’t affect you, made you sick even, the truth is you were a bit jealous. Somewhere deep down you wished, you wanted, to believe it was possible for you to enjoy a Valentine’s Day once more.

When you got to your shared dorm room, the door was locked. You tried nocking “JJ? Are you in there?”, but there was no response. You attempted at twisting the doorknob again but it was no use.

“JJ this isn’t funny, I just had a really shit day and all I want to do is to-“

“to enjoy this non-valentines-valentines date with me” he cut you off by abruptly opening the door

“A what now?”

“Please do enter” he gestured with his arm.

The entire place was filled with star shaped balloons. “Stars? Really?” You let out a chuckle, “I assumed it was better than hearts” he answered rubbing the back of his neck, “now go change into sweats then get back here, i already laid out a pair on your bed”

You were caught off guard but did as he said. When you returned, an unrecognisable smell filled the air engulfing you.

“what’s that smell?”

“That’s my mum’s recipe for lentil soup, figured it was the exact opposite of a romantic dinner, plus it’s the only thing I know how to make other than an omelette,” he confessed earning a grin from you, “oh and for desert I made chocolate strawberries and I know you’re all anti-valentine’s but I just couldn’t help myself” he added.

“Oh my gosh JJ I really don’t know what to say-“

“You don’t have to say anything” he cut you off, “especially considering the main event of this... fine evening” he said reaching into a bag and taking out three CD’S “all three toy story movies, cause nothing says ‘not a valentines date’ more than talking toys” you giggled at his enthusiasm, the two of you sat on the couche and watched all three movies together, enjoying both the food and each other’s company.

“I can not believe you just cried from an animated movie” you laughed with a few tears still rolling down your cheeks from the ending of the last one.

“Wh- you did too!”

“Yeah but I cry all the time, like when I can’t find the exit in a shopping centre or even when you eat the last cookie. But I have NEVER seen YOU cry!”

“It was a sad ending! He gave up Woody! come on, I’m not heartless!” You guffawed at the way he was defending himself and he joined in.

“Thank you JJ, really” you hugged him then parted. Scanning his face, you noticed chocolate smeared on his bottom lip and took the liberty of wiping it of for him. He enjoyed every second of the feeling of your dainty thumb brush against his lips.

When you were about to remove your hand from his cheek he grabbed it gently, looking deep into your eyes he moved his gaze down to your lips then averted it back to your orbs and asked for promotion, “can i kiss you?”

And with no hesitation you let his lips meet your own, exploring every inch, he finally tasted what he desired most for so long , what was so close yet so far, and finally, his wish was granted.

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A/N: ik there are 4 toy story movies now but i was afraid of spoiling the last one😔🤚🏻

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Follow Where You Lead

midam week prompt 1: Impulsive - acting or done without forethought

Rating: General Audiences [1.6k words, fluff] Michael doesn't do impulsive. Being with Adam may just change that yet.

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Adam is cooking when, for the first time since his return to life, he hears his favorite song.

The local DJ spins a set of mid-2000s pop hits. Rhythmic bass and powerful vocals simmer through the air, compel him into humming and tapping along with his hands on every available surface as he moves through the kitchen. Each song stirs nostalgia in his chest, a happy glow.

Michael putters alongside him, digging through a low cupboard in search of a glass baking dish. Adam, sliding past, transitions seamlessly from tapping fingers along the countertop to drumming on Michael's shoulders instead. From where his head is buried in the cupboard comes a faint huff of amusement.

Then the track change hits. Drums, precise and powerful. Commanding bass. A guitar intro that had been going for the jugular since 2005 and never, ever stopped.

Adam grins wide, all teeth. Reaches for his phone and fiddles with the volume - there has only ever been one way to listen to this song (loud). Tips back his head and all but shouts the opening line.

"Am I more than you bargained for yet?..."

Michael startles, bumps his head against the top of the cupboard. He sprawls backward with an oof, peering up at Adam from the floor with a look of such unearthly confusion that Adam can't help but laugh, even as he reaches down to clasp his arm and help him up.

"Man, I haven't heard this in ages! C'mon, Michael. Dance with me!" He's catching at Michael's wrists, leading him out of the kitchen and into the clearer space of the dining room. Michael follows, and even through his obvious hesitation he smiles. Adam's joy is infectious.

"I don't... know how to dance to this." Michael leans into Adam's space anyway, pitching his voice to carry over the sound.

"Nobody knows how to dance to this, that's part of the appeal." Adam rolls his eyes and just pulls Michael after him, swaying and spinning and singing along.

It's almost like time travel. For three minutes and 49 seconds, he might swear he's 15 all over again. Young and free and — he glances at Michael, draws him closer with hands on his hips and laughter in his eyes — in love, happier than a younger Adam would have ever believed his future self could grow to be. Dancing and singing in the kitchen with an angel. An angel who, though his brow still crinkles with amusement and his enthusiasm for this weird little artifact of human culture could never match Adam's own, is willing to cook with him and dance with him and stay with him and love him back.

The future, Adam thinks, is turning out to be pretty great.

-----

"I bet I can do it."

"I don't doubt that you're capable, I'm only saying that it may not be precisely wise."

The park is almost empty, save for a few sparse joggers or dog-walkers, and the old oak tree under which they stand spreads limbs invitingly down to them. In the warm spring sunlight, the soft leaves and strong branches offer a tempting perch, and the tree's position at the top of the hill on which they find themselves creates a natural overlook.

The view from up there, Adam thinks, is probably spectacular.

"I'm gonna do it." Adam grasps the lowest branch, then lifts his feet to let it take his weight. Solid. He grins. "Come on, Michael, what's the worst that can happen? You can't tell me you're scared of heights."

Michael appraises him skeptically, from where he continues to pointedly manifest standing on the ground. "What if you fall?"

"You won't let me fall and we both know it. Relax a little. This is what most people call 'fun.'" Adam clambers up onto the next branch, edges his way around the tree trunk, and pulls himself higher still.

"Adam you are attracting attention get down from there," Michael hisses through gritted teeth. He looks around. A woman and child pass them on the trail nearby, the child goggling up at him and tugging her mother's sleeve as she points. He waves. The woman smiles and shakes her head, chuckling, and they continue on their walk.

"See?" He says, leaning out to stare down at Michael. He arches an eyebrow, challenging, playful. "She didn't care. You shouldn't either. Come onnnn, Mike. The view up here is great. Live a little. Climb the tree."

The view from the top is, indeed, spectacular.

Adam nestles himself on a strong bough about three-quarters of the way up (past which the branches become too spindly for even his sense of adventure). Spread out in panorama below, the town is alive with the midday hum of people moving about their business: cars on the streets, pedestrians on the sidewalks, shopping and working and just... living.

Michael manifests next to him on the branch with a huff. He curls close to Adam, arm around his shoulders.

"No fair just appearing up here," Adam says with a grin. "You have to climb up it to get the full experience."

The expression the archangel gives him is dubious to say the least, but there's an underpinning of mirth there, too. He shakes his head at the foolishness of his human, and Adam tips his head onto his shoulder.

Michael leans his head back against Adam's, and hums thoughtfully. They sit in companionable silence for long moments. Then, with a fondness in his voice that melts through Adam's heart and stirs warmth in his veins:

"You were right," he whispers, "about the view."

-----

Adam dangles his feet over the edge of the sheer basalt cliff, peering out over the drop. "Ok, yeah. That's a long way down."

The waters churning over the cliffside rumble in profound natural agreement with the sentiment. Nearly 200 feet of uninterrupted freefall into the basin below; the river is well-suited to the landscape around it. Like everything else in this place, from the high dusty scrublands to the plateaus and canyons carved out of the Earth by glacial floods in eons past, the waterfall is a thing of stark, severe beauty. Power and inevitability have shaped it, without remorse, and the awe it commands is due as much to this as anything else.

Some things need no ornamentation to show their glory.

They have come out here, away from people, from civilization, to think, to just be. Michael often needs open spaces and solitude upon returning from Heaven. Adam understands. The few times he had accompanied the archangel back there, it had felt... not claustrophobic, exactly. But it was no longer the monastic haven of family of Michael's memories, and though the ghosts that roamed those halls weren't Adam's, in haunting Michael they haunted him as well.

"You don't have to keep going back, you know?" He prods Michael gently across their shared mindspace, at the place near the back of his consciousness where he is most aware of the archangel's brooding silence. "If it makes you miserable, you should stay away for awhile. They would understand."

I really can't, Michael sighs. His grace, where it brushes Adam's mind, feels exhausted, bruised, worn thin. It had been a long day. I have a duty to them. Every time I return it seems there is only more to be done.

Adam lays back onto the hard earth, crosses his hands behind his head. Closes his eyes. "There's always going to be more to be done, Michael. You need to set boundaries around how much they can ask of you. Even though they're your family." He pauses, considering. "Especially because they're your family."

Overhead, a pair of hawks circle each other, gliding along updrafts in the cloudless sky.

"When was the last time you made a real decision, an important one, that was just about you?" His voice is quiet. Adam presses a hand over his heart, where Michael most often seems a physical presence within his body, a weighty coil of energy and light. "Not for Heaven, or for Jack, or for your brothers. Or even for me. When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to?"

A handful of heartbeats pass, during which the only sound is the rumble of the falls and the breeze over shifting sands. Then Michael stirs within him, muted heat pressing back against his chest and the fleeting impression of a sly smile just behind his lips.

When I decided to stay with you, he murmurs, joy and gratitude suffusing through their body. Adam melts under the embrace of it.

"I love you, too," he says. A thought grabs hold of him, then, pulls him in and won't let go, and he stumbles to his feet with a giggle. "Hey, come out here a second. I wanna ask you something."

The archangel appears next to him, one hand tangled in his own, eyes soft and joyful. "Anything you like. What is it?"

"Do angels get married?"

Michael blinks, once, surprised. "Not generally, no."

"Do you want to?"

He looks back at Adam with a quizzical tilt of the head. Emotions roil within him: hesitation and confusion, yes, these by reflex, but underneath a vast resounding happiness that bubbles up within his grace and sings through their veins. Adam meets it with patience, and with love.

"I..." he starts, and looks away for a moment. But Adam squeezes his hand, gently, and it's like throwing a light switch: Michael is smiling back at him with a radiance to rival the sun. "You know, I think I do."

One long peal of laughter wells up out of Adam's throat, and then he's running, straight at the edge. He clears the precipice in one headlong leap, arms extended and laughter still ringing back to him off the canyon walls. Michael's voice joins with his own, and his wings burst into being at their shoulders.

Together they ride the air currents higher and higher, twisting up and away, into the sky.

[harrysbbby]

Don’t Forget Where You Belong -  JJ Maybank x Reader - Part Three

A/N: new part!!! feedback is always appreciated and please let me know if you’d like to be tagged

Part 1

Part 2

“Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything,” Pope said clearly stressed. “We need to have total and complete amnesia.”

“Actually, Pope's right for once,” JJ piped up. You shot him a confused look. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘and what about it, “See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny,” JJ continued to yabber on.

“Guys, we can't keep that money,” Kie said.

“Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara,” JJ shot back at her.

“We really should give it to Lana Grubbs. Technically it was her husbands.” You spoke, raising your hands defensively as JJ shot a glare at you.

“See,” Kie said gesturing towards you, “Otherwise, it's bad karma.”

“Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too,” Pope spoke directly and with conviction. He kept his head down.

“Pope…” you started but he cut you off.

“We gotta go dark.” He said, lifting his gaze to look around at all of you.

“If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree,” JJ settled. You went to open your mouth to say something, but John B’s voice cut you off.

“I don’t agree,” he said to JJ. He moved to the centre of the porch and began explaining as if he was giving a Ted Talk,

“Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'.”

“It is a little odd,” you said in agreeance, leaning back on your chair and nodding up at John B. He nodded back as if to say, ‘thank you’ and then turned to the rest of the group who still didn’t look quite as convinced.

“I don’t know…” Pope trailed off. Looking around at you all. He stood and grabbed a fishing rod from the side of the doorway and made his way out to the pontoon. JJ grabbed the other and followed. The five of you made your way out to the water, perching yourselves along the wooden structure. The boys launched their baits into the water as John B started up again.

“All right, so think about it, Pope: How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?” he asked. Pope didn’t even look up from his line as he deadpanned,

“Prostitution”

John B shook his head in disbelief, “Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean?” He looked around at the rest of you. You and Kie just shrugged as John B sighed, “JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin'.” He answered

“Smuggling, really?” you asked.

“Yup,” John B asserted, “And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband.”  

“Hell, yeah,” JJ hooted. His line gave a sharp tug and he struggled to keep control as he reeled in it. “Fish on!”

The group decided that it would be a good idea to throw a kegger in order to “lay low”. Somehow this always seemed to happen, but regardless you helped Kie carry the red solo cups onto the beach and placed them next to the keg. You felt an arm rest again your shoulder and when you turned your head your eyes met JJ’s

“Hey hey,” you said to him, moving your arm to wrap it around his waist, “who will be your claim tonight? Pogue or touron?”

JJ was notorious for accumulating at least one hook-up from each of the Boneyard parties. You were able to hold your own every now and then managing to find a cute boy to occupy you for the night, but it wasn’t quite your thing as it was JJ’s.

“I don’t know, think I’m getting kinda over it,” he said shrugging avoiding your gaze. You head did a double take as you whacked his chest.

“JJ Maybank, over hook-ups at keggers? I think the world is ending!” You spoke melodramatically, placing the back of your hand against your forehead and pretending to faint onto him. He let out a small laugh as he grabbed your body that had fallen across his. You stood up again smiling back at him.

“Yeah, think I just want something… I don’t know, different?” in said in a questioning tone. You furrowed your brows at him. You could see the look on his face was stone-cold serious and it confused you. In all the years you had known JJ he had never spoken about relationships like this. You ruffled his hair as you joked with him to lighten the mood again,

“My little boy’s growing up!” you giggled as he picked you up off your feet and tossed you over his shoulder, a joking ‘piss off’ escaping his lips.

He placed you on your feet again before running off to give John B and Pope the drinks he’d originally come to the keg for. As watched him swagger away juggling the three drinks, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the thought of JJ wanting that relationship with you. Although you met John B first, he was more like a brother, you had always seen JJ differently. Like when he’d run a hand through his hair to put his cap on backwards your breath would catch in your throat. Or when you could feel your skin spark when he would grab your waist as he picked you up to toss you in the water. Or when you could feel your stomach drop and heart sink every time, he would get close to another girl.

You had always had a thing for JJ, but you knew the rule: no Pogue-on-Pogue macking. But it was killing you. You huffed as you took post next to Kie on the log, taking a huge gulp of your beer.

“You good?” she asked at the sight of your clearly distressed demeanour. “Let me guess, JJ?”

“Shh,” you shushed her placing your hand vigorously over her mouth. “Be quiet, I told you that in confidence.”

You and Kie, being the only two girls, would go to each other for anything that even entered the realm of emotional. The other boys just didn’t understand the need to articulate one’s feelings. You had told Kie about your crush on JJ a few months prior, and she had listened like a best friend should. But she agreed with you when you expressed your concerns about ruining your friendship. As much as you liked him, your friendship with him and the other Pogues was something you had to consider if you decided to risk it on a potential relationship.

“But yes, it is JJ. He said something super weird about not wanting to hook-up with anyone cause he wants something “different”.” You said, emphasising the different and looking at her with a bewildered expression. She hummed as she sipped her drink, clearly mulling over the information.

“That’s good though, right?” she asked, “he might like you too then?”

You shook your head at her,

“No, he said “different”, Kie. I’m normal, someone he sees every day. We’re routine.”

“I guess,” she shrugged. As you remembered what had been playing on the back of your mind, you perked up.

“Although,” you dragged out looking at her with pure excitement. She raised her eyebrows at your tone, “what we really need to talk about is you and John B,” you said nudging her with your elbow.

She looked down shyly, “what’s there to know?” she said playing dumb.

“Oh, come on Kie! You kissed him!”

“I did not,” she said sternly, “I only kissed him on the cheek,” she said flipping her over her shoulder.

You kept your eyes trained her as you narrowed them. She looked at you expectantly before she rolled her eyes.

“No! Y/N, god no! I don’t like him, okay? Not like that.” She said giving you a shove which made your coy smile slip slowly from your face. “I’m just worried about him.”

She looked over to where John B was chatting to a girl with long blonde hair. You nodded, accepting her answer as you felt a body sit beside you. You turned to see the usual mop of blonde hair that was usually in your face. Kie smiled as she slid her sunglasses off her face and onto your nose. You laughed as she did, saying she was going to go chat to John B.

You slyly turned around to JJ, the red, love heart sunnies on your eyes. As you did you slid them down your nose and popped your elbow on your hip, giving him a pout.

“What do you think?” you asked him cheekily.

“I mean you’ve looked worse,” he joked.

“Oh, shut up JJ!”

***

You heard the sound of fist hitting skin, followed the commotion of yelling. You looked up from your conversation with Pope to see Topper tackling JJ. You and Pope ran to the front of group that was forming. By the time you were there JJ was out of the equation and John B was shoving Topper.

“We’re supposed to be incognito remember?” Pope yelled. Sarah was trying to break up the fight, but Topper landed a punch on John B face. JJ went to go forward, but you put your hands against his chest.

“Nuh, uh.” You said holding him back. You looked down at your face with an aggressive expression but relaxed once he met your eyes. He lightly shoved your hands off his chest, huffing as the two of you turned to watch the scene unfold.

“Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?” you heard Topper growl. JJ held your shoulders as he saw your body go to move forwards, as rage heated your insides.

“Fight, fight, fight!” the crowd kept chanting as John stayed crouched in the water. John B grunted as he tackled Topper into the water.

“Stop you guys!” you heard Kie yell as the boys continued to wrestle. John B nabbed a punch straight into Topper’s face.

“That's what I'm talking' about” JJ jeered.

“Come on!” “You wanna go?” “Come onnnn!”

The boys were yelling viscously at one another as they sized each other up. Topper landed a sharp blow to John B’s nose making him stumble back into the water.

“Stop!” the scream ripped from your throat. It hurt you to see someone doing this to John B.

“Come on, Topper! Let’s go!” John B yelled at him, fire in his eyes as he pounded his chest.

Topper flipped John B into the water and pinned his face down. John B’s arms flailed as he struggled.

“He’s drowning him!” Pope said, distressed.

“I know,” Kie replied with an equally amount of anxiety laced in her voice.

“We need to do something!” you looked around helplessly.

You saw JJ move from beside you and lift his hand up to Topper’s hand brandishing something black and sleek and metal. You heard it click. Oh no.

“Yeah, you know what that is,” JJ spoke menacingly, pushing the barrel further to Topper’s head, “Your move, broski.”

“Chill dude!” Pope called.

“JJ,” you said warningly, stepping towards him both arms outstretched.

“Put the gun down,” Sarah said calmly. JJ didn’t even move to face her as he fired back,

“Did you say somethin', princess?”

“We're good. We're good.” Topper said, his arms raised in surrender. “All right? Come on, man!”

“Y/N can you check your psycho friend, please?” Sarah yelled gesturing to JJ. You moved towards him as he pushed Topper to the ground. You placed your arms on his shoulders “JJ, please” but he pushed you aside as he charged forward.

“Okay, everyone, listen up!” his voice billowed across the boneyard, “Get the hell off our side of the island!”

He fired the gun into the air twice.  

“Are you crazy?” “You idiot!” “It’s not worth it!”

Pope and Kiara were screaming at JJ. “I was saving his life okay?”

Topper and Sarah had bolted once the gun had fired. You turned to see John B struggle to rise up from the water, only to slump and fall back in, water gushing over him again.

“Guy!” you called to them, but they were still yelling – “You're gonna jeopardize everything” – and you knew you couldn’t move John B alone. You grasped his head to keep his head above water so he could breath as you shouted again, “HEY!” there was gravel in your voice as you used all your might to get their attention. The three of them instantly pivoted towards you, taken aback from your uncharacteristic show of aggression towards your friends, “help me.”

You all managed to get John B back to the Chateau. Between the four of you, you managed to carry him inside and lay him on his bed. You had been silent the whole time, all of you, not daring to be the first to speak.

Pope, the often peace maker piped up first, “I think I’m gonna head home.”

Usually after a kegger you would all pass out, still mildly drunk on any surface at John B’s, but after tonight’s events, none of you wanted to stick around much.

“Me too. I’ll drop you,” Kie said. She gave you a small smile and wave as she and Pope exited the room. You were standing in the doorway of John B’s bedroom, observing at his passed-out body. He was breathing fine, just exhausted. So, you came to the conclusion that he would be fine, just needed a decent sleep. You could see the bruise forming on his face, so you made a mental note to check on it and make sure he iced it when you inevitably saw him the next morning.

JJ was sitting on the end of the pull-out couch. He watched the back of your body as you leant against the door frame. He did not dare to say a word to you before you spoke to him. By the glare you had given him as you gathered everyone’s things as he and Pope lugged John B’s body home, he knew you were furious.

He looked like a wounded puppy when turned around to face him.

“Want a ride?” you asked. All he could do to answer was nod.

You drove in silence all the way to JJ’s house. Usually you would just have him stay at your house. Your stepdad was usually oblivious to your actions and your mum didn’t really care what you did as long as you were safe, so JJ was always welcomed. But not by you tonight, not after what he did. No matter how much you wanted him to stay and not have to be in a house with his dad. You needed time to cool off.

You switched the engine of your car off as you pulled into the grassed drive of his house. You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said keeping your eyes trained forward.

“Y/N…” JJ started but you cut him off.

“No,” you said holding your hand up in front of him. His brows were furrowed together, and his eyes were glassy, and it made you feel terrible. But he needed to hear what you had to say, “what you did tonight was so fucking stupid, JJ. I hate Topper as much as you do but you could have killed him.”

JJ went to open his mouth, but you raised your hand before he could speak.

“I know he was drowning John B, but you didn’t have to pull a gun on him. Word of this is gonna spread, and there’s gonna be consequences to that. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” you looked him directly in the eyes. You could see an emotion flash over them, was it guilt? It was something you definitely hadn’t seen before. You felt some tears well up in your eyes. “You’re just so reckless sometimes JJ. You’re gonna get yourself killed! So please, just think a little more next time okay?” you begged him as a single tear slipped from your eye. You hastily wiped it as he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms as far around his torso as you could from across the center console.

“S’okay, I just worry about you.”

“I know,” he said pulling back. He kept one hand outstretched on your arm, rubbing small circles with his fingers. “Please don’t cry.”

You laughed as you sniffled and wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

“You know I get emotional, especially when I’m drunk,” you laughed. He joined with you, but it wasn’t quite genuine as it usually was. He sheepishly looked forward, avoiding your gaze, “but thanks for the most awkward hug of my life.”

This grabbled a candid cackle from the back of throat as you smiled.

“Yeah remind me to not try and have a moment over the gear stick of a car again,” he said locking his eyes with yours.

“Ahaha, yeah…” you said, holding his stare.

“Yeah,” he responded still looking deeply into your eyes.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that. Time moved differently with JJ. Eventually, he cleared his throat and opened his door, triggering the inside light. You cringe at the brightness after having stared at JJ eyes in the dim for so long.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked standing in the door, crouching down to make eye contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you affirmed. JJ shut the door with a solid thunk and wandered inside his shack.

You took a deep breath as you pressed the start engine button. You rested your head against the steering wheel as you groaned: what was this boy doing to you?

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[lunarliza]

JJ Maybank Must Die | Chapter 5: Hair Dyes

fuckboy!JJ x Reader

series masterlist | prev. chapter | chapter one

JJ Maybank is the island’s most infamous fuckboy- not that you ever cared. But when a group of tourist girls come to your surf shop crying to you about him, you agree to help them plot revenge. Sabotage is all fun and games, until you find that the playboy you were sworn to ruin happens to be falling head over heels for you.

Yes, this is based on John Tucker Must Die lol

note: sexual-like content ahead. also pls keep in mind that this is just a playful haha funny story, this stuff isn’t meant to be taken seriously at all 

“So are you a virgin?” 

You scowled at the phone perched on your nightstand. 

“No,” you lied, continuing to paint your big toe. 

Oddly enough, after the whole nature-calling theatre debacle, JJ not only apologized profusely when the movie ended, but he actually pursued you even harder the week following. The universe really did work in mysterious ways.

He quadruple texted you during the day, sent you funny pictures of him lallygagging around the town with The Pogues, and called you every night until you both fell asleep. 

At first you found it clingy as hell, but seeing JJ in the girl-filter or watching videos of him pranking John B sleeping had you entertained enough to actually respond. 

Tonight’s phone topic was 21 Questions, and like the fuck boy he was, ‘what’s your favorite color’ turned dirty in a matter of minutes. 

“What’s your body count?” you asked, actually curious about what that figure might be. 

“Hm,” you could hear him smacking his lips, “To be honest, I don’t really know.”  

“Are you serious?” 

“Well,” he spluttered through the line, “I stopped keeping count after like 30. If I had to give a range it’d probably be from 50 to 70.” 

Your nose crinkled. “Charming.” 

Just then, you heard your mom’s voice echo from the front door, “Y/n! Package came in for you!” 

“One sec,” you told the blondie on the phone and waddled down the hall on your heels, careful of your wet toes. 

Ripping open the box, you gasped at the rows of assorted lacy thongs Annalise ordered yesterday to be sent to your house. You forgot rich people could afford express shipping. 

“Everything good?” JJ questioned through the line. 

“Yeah, uh, just a little shocked at how big the, uh, water bottle I ordered is.”

Your hand clawed through the stash, feeling how nice the silk and lace felt. No surprise, it was also a very expensive brand. You considered keeping a few for yourself. 

“Hm, interesting,” JJ responded, “Anyways, continuing our game, do you have any kinks, like in bed?” 

You held up a red g-string, inspecting the tiny bows lining the crotch area. “Yeah, I have a few.” 

------------------------------- On your next day off, JJ invited you to go fishing with him and his friends. He picked you up early to grab some equipment from the store. Afterwards, you both sprawled on his bed, waiting for the others to arrive. 

“Hey JJ?” you asked, hand tangled in his gold locks while he played some game on his phone. 

“Hm?” 

“So do you remember the other night when we talked about our kinks?” you asked as seductively as your inexperienced self could. 

He immediately halted his game, a sly smirk danced its way across his lips. “Yeah...” 

“Well,” you bit your lip, “I do have this one that just really turns me on.” 

“I’m listening,” he piped, running a hand up and down your thigh. 

You put on your best amateur sex-minx face, blinking up at him. “It’s a little weird though.” 

He shifted positions so he laid between your thighs, kissing up your exposed stomach from your crop-top. “I don’t care. If it gets you wet baby, I’m all for it.” 

“Okay then... I actually have a present for you.” 

Sliding out from under him, you scrambled through your bag and pulled out the red g-string. JJ whistled from his bed in response, leaning back on his arms at the edge.

“That’s sexy as fuck,” he dragged you closer by the back of your thighs, “Try it on for me real quick, before the rest of the Pogues get here.” 

“Oh no no no,” you hung the underwear out to him, “It’s for you.” 

JJ’s mouth went agape, his eyes nearly exploding. “What the fuck y/n?! Are you kidding me?” 

You pouted and sulked away with a huff. “I knew it! I knew you’d make fun of me! I thought I could trust you JJ!” You covered your face and wailed like a child who couldn’t get her way. If this wasn’t your Oscar-winning moment you didn’t know what was. 

“Hey, hey, hey, wait,” JJ cooed, stroking his hand up your shoulders behind you. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just a little shocked that’s all.” 

“But you think it’s weird!” you cried out, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“Well,” he scratched the back of his head, “I mean... you really want me to wear it?” 

You sniffled and nodded. 

“And this turns you on?” 

You nodded again, facing him. “I just, I think it’s so sexy when a man can embrace his sexuality like this you know?” 

“I guess... do you just want me to try it on?” 

“That’d be nice,” you rubbed the side of your arm, “Maybe you could even wear it today when we go out? It’ll be under your shorts so no one will see.” 

“Are you kidding me? N-” 

Your puppy-dog eyes stopped him dead in his tracks, threatening to burst into tears again. Boy, was this guy putty in your hands. 

He sighed, swiping the underwear from your hand. “Fine, but we do not mention this to any of my friends, got it?” 

You quickly shook your head with an excited smile, knowing damn well the thong was high-cut.

Minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, giving you a little show of his new undergarments. You had to admit, under all those baggy shorts laid a nice pair of perky buns. The sight of him trying to body roll on the floor made you fall back cackling at his Magic Mike attempts. 

Annalise definitely should’ve ordered a size up because his rising bulge was stretching out the lace that was clinging on for dear life. You had to shield your beet-red face. 

The ring of the doorbell sent JJ scurrying to find his pants while you walked to the front to answer it. In came his friends- John B, Kiara, and Pope- who you greeted just as the blonde sauntered out of his room as if nothing was fishy was going on. 

“So, who’s ready to hit the water?” John B asked as the guys gathered up the fishing equipment. 

You followed the herd out to the docks where the famous HMS Pogue sat. JJ walked a little ahead of you and Kiara, casually picking at the wedgie through his shorts. Kiara scrunched her nose in disgust while you snorted and had to bite your lip from bursting out laughing.

Riding along the marsh, you chatted with Kiara on the back deck while the boys casted the net at the front. She raved all about the new tarot deck she bought and even practiced some palm readings on you. You didn’t know her very well, seeing as she attended the Kook school, but you were glad she was easy to get along with. 

“So what’s the deal with you and JJ?” she asked out of nowhere. From the corner of your eye, you could see Pope do a discreet double-take at her question.

“Um, I’m not really sure,” you answered, “We’re just hanging out, I guess.” 

“Well, you’re the first girl he’s ever brought to hang out with us,” she revealed, “Or even really hung out with in general, for that matter.” 

A sharp gasp from the boys snapped you both out of your conversation. There, at the tip of the boat, was JJ bending over the net with the prominent lacy bows of his g-string exhibited for the world to see. 

John B and Pope doubled over cackling like a pack of hyenas. “JJ what the actual fuck!” 

The blonde whipped upright instantly once he caught on, hand flying to cover his backside. His entire face went the brightest shade of red. “Shut the fuck up! Or I’ll kill you both!” 

Pope fell to the wooden floor of the deck, trying to regain his breath from the laughter as John B doubled over on top of him. 

“Stop it you guys!” Kiara scolded at the boys who were practically in tears. She had to hold back a few giggles herself. “If JJ wants to wear that then let him! I think it’s,” she accidentally snorted, “I think it’s cool!” 

JJ fastened his shorts and began play-fighting the hyenas. Meanwhile you filled your girls chat in on the hilarious scene, trying to muffle your own snickering. 

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“You want to be a what when you grow up?” 

“A hairstylist,” you repeated through the phone. You hoped the pitch change in your voice wasn’t too much to give yourself away. Nevermind the fact that you knew nothing about hair as yours was always wet from surfing. 

“Uh okay,” JJ responded, “That was kinda unexpected but you do you I guess.”  

You slouched on the old-fashioned armchair in Annalise’s condo while your friends gathered around to listen in on yours and JJ’s call. A fit of snickers and shushes flew through the room as they tried to suppress their noise. 

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to practice on people for a while now. I need to have experience to get into this beauty school I’ve been looking at,” you went on, “Do you think I could try something on you tomorrow?” 

You heard him scratch through the line. “Uh, why me? You don’t have any other friends that you could do it on?” 

“Because JJ! You’re like the only blonde I know. And I really want to perfect my bleaching skills. C’mon please! It’ll only be like a shade lighter. You’ll hardly even notice,” you promised in your well-rehearsed begging voice. 

“I’m not sure about this one, Y/n. It seems a little risky. Pope and John B are still ragging me for the underwear.” 

“Hmph,” you took the phone and held it closer to you, “Come onnnn JJ! I swear it’ll be fine. Please just do me this teensy little thing. I might even return the favor.” Your voice sang at the last bit.

He hiked in a long breath. “F-Fine. Just promise me it won’t be noticeable!” 

“Promise!” you cheered as the quad around you erupted in their silent happy dances. “Okay I’m going to go now, see you tomorrow before Sarah’s birthday Loverboy!” You sent him air kisses through the phone and hung up. 

“Men are so easy!” Sophia drawled, taking a huge bite of her ice cream pint. 

“You’re getting so good at this y/n!” Arabella pretend to wipe away tears, “I’m such a proud mama!” 

Maia whisked into her room and popped out seconds later, handing you a bottle of squeeze hair dye. “Here it is. Use it wisely young grasshopper.” 

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You showed up to JJ’s house the next day. Thankfully, his dad was out a work so you had the entire house to yourself. Lord knows you needed it with the mild trauma you were about to put this boy through. 

You had JJ sit in the bathroom, away from the mirror with his head leaned back and eyes closed. Clumsily, you applied the dye like the Youtube video you watched the night before. Needless to say, you were getting it everywhere- on your clothes, JJ’s clothes, the counters. 

It was a disaster. But you played it cool, reminding JJ to keep his eyes shut or the dye will burn them. After wrapping his head in foil sheets and waiting 20 minutes, you bent him over the shower and washed everything out. 

Drying his still covered hair in the towel, you yanked it off him as he turned to the mirror and let out a deafening, ear-splitting shriek. 

“WHAT THE FUCK! OH MY GOD!” 

JJ looked like he was about to cry, horror-stricken, at his bright new bubblegum pink hair. 

“What the fuck is this?! What am I going to do?!” he paced back and forth in the clustered bathroom, “Sarah’s surprise party is tonight! John B’s gonna kill me if I don’t go! People can’t see me like this!” 

You bit your finger, glancing off to the side. “It was a mistake! I’m so sorry! It was supposed to be ash blonde but I might’ve gotten strawberry blonde instead.” 

JJ grabbed your shoulders, desperation drowning his eyes. “You have to fix this right now y/n! We have to be at the beach in an hour!” 

“You can’t bleach it again right now,” you protested, “You’ll fry your hair and then it’ll look like a bird’s nest!” 

“Then what are we going to do?! I can’t go outside like this!” 

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“Chug! Chug! Chug!” 

Throwing your head back, you finished the remains of the beer and tossed the cup into a nearby bin. The small crowd yelped as you threw your hands up. 

JJ crept up behind you and lifted you in the air, spinning you around. “Fuck yeah y/n!” 

You patted on the backwards cap on his head and he let you back down, pecking your cheek. 

Minutes before you guys arrived, he was able to rummage through is drawers for a hat big enough to stuff his Strawberry Shortcake hair into. Some specks still peeked out underneath, but, in the dark, you couldn’t really tell the island’s golden boy was now a pink poodle. 

The birthday girl, Sarah Cameron, skipped over to the group around you and thanked everyone for coming. She had her fingers linked with her new boo and party organizer, John B, as she hugged all her friends. 

You met her briefly after the big ‘surprise’ chant when she first arrived. When she referred to you as ‘JJ’s girl’ in front of everyone, you blushed and ignored her comment even though her and basically all the girls there were wondering the same thing. 

If only they knew. 

In your peripheral, you spotted your sabotage squad casually stroll into the beach and blend in with the pack of dancing kids. It was time to initiate Plan D. 

As the party progressed, you clung onto JJ side due to the fact that you hardly knew anyone there. You sat in his lap during a few drinking games and he even held you up while you did a keg stand. 

You were both dancing tipsy for a bit near the bonfire. His hands roamed your body while you pressed your ass to his crotch. You giggled when he bent over and kissed up your neck. 

“It’s getting kind of crowded now,” you mentioned at the growing swarm of people. Word probably got out about the party which definitely drew the hordes of tourists that were arriving by the dozen. JJ hummed against your skin. 

“We could get out of here for a bit,” you suggested, “Maybe go for a little dip in the water?” 

You felt his ears perk. He eyed you questioningly while you sauntered away from him and the throng of people, motioning for him to follow.

And he did. Just like a lost puppy. 

Both of you moved to a secluded section of the beach. The waves were calmer, and the music from the party muffled against the sound of the water crashing. 

“What is your cute little ass up to now,” JJ teased as you peeled off your top to set on a rock, revealing a sexy push-up black bikini. Again, one of Maia’s. 

“Come on! Let’s swim for a bit,” you coaxed, slipping out of your shorts. He grinned when you backed towards the water.

Here goes nothing. 

Sultrily, you undid the back string of your bathing suit and flung it onto the sand. JJ’s lips parted slightly. You swore his spirit left his body for a moment. 

You bit your lip. Still locking eye contact, you discarded your bottoms next. 

Twirling your nude body around, ass in full view, you cocked your head back at the awestruck teenage boy. “What? Cat’s got your tongue? Are you gonna come in or just stand there?” 

You’d never seen anyone undress at the speed JJ did, sans hat and everything. “Oh my God!” you squealed at the sight of him stepping out of the pink thong you gave him, “I can’t believe you wear those still!” 

He darted towards you and the ocean, the smile on his face stretched all the way to his sculpted cheek bones. “Hey, you like them and they make my ass look good. It’s a win-win for everyone!”

You also couldn’t help but notice his, uh, junk that was swinging while he ran with you. One peep at it and everything clicked in your head as to why women were obsessed with him. It was a very pleasing sight. 

Knees deep in the water, his hands drew up your sides. He ogled at your bare body, radiated by nothing but the moon, and you shifted a bit to make sure his back was fully facing the shore. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, resting his hands just atop the swell of your butt. “Fuck,” he purred, “C’mere.” 

Bending down, he crashed his lips onto yours, stroking up and down your backside. With one eye open, you peeked towards the rocks where two dark shadows hunched over and scurried away swiftly. 

Turning your attention back to the kiss, you briskly pulled away and splashed him before he could react. 

“Oh you wanna play huh?” he taunted and lunged at you while you playfully shrieked. 

You giggled as he picked you up, hand under your neck and knees, spinning you around a few times before dropping you at a slightly deeper end. You floated back up and splashed at him again with all your might. 

JJ swam towards you and wrapped your legs around his waist under the water, only your heads above the water at this point. “You’re so fun,” he gushed, kissing you again, a little more forcefully this time. 

You two stayed that way for a bit until you heard the kids from the party faintly singing ‘Happy Birthday’. 

“Fuck!” you shouted before scrambling out the water with JJ on your trail. You were able to pick up your bikini from the sand and pull it on. But once you got back to the rock, the only thing left was a single pink thong. 

“Where the fuck did our clothes go?!” JJ hollered, outraged. 

“Oh my God!” you joined, “Maybe some raccoons took them!” 

Not even bothering with your preposterous presumption, he held his hands up to his head in stress. “What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to go back through the party to even get to the car! And I have fucking pink hair!” 

“Uhh, maybe you could swim through the water past them? I could meet you on the other side with a towel.” 

“Okay okay! Just hurry!” he urged, hurrying back into the water in just the skimpy underwear. 

You jogged back to the party that died down by quite a bit. Only close friends remained. 

“Where’s JJ?” Pope asked as you surveyed the area, “He missed the whole cake. We were looking for a lighter for ages.” 

You merely shrugged. “Not sure, maybe he left for a bit?” 

Pope glanced around, confused until a voice- Sophia’s voice- shrieked from the sides. “Oh my gosh is that JJ?!”

A few gasps emitted from the crowd as Arabella and Annalise shone their flashlights at the bubblegum head perched on top of the water. 

“JJ what the fuck are you doing?!” John B yelled, “And why the fuck is your hair pink?!”

JJ looked as if he’d seen a ghost. He laughed sheepishly, “Yeah about that I-” 

Before he could finish, the tide pulled out to reveal the fuchsia g-string on his hips. John B face palmed himself and shielded Sarah’s eyes from the indecent scene. 

The party exploded in laughter, Pope and Kiara fell to their knees on the sand, joining the mass.

Middle fingers in the air, JJ dashed through the roaring flock and to the car. “Fuck you all! But happy birthday Sarah!” 

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chapter six

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[simonsrosebud]

my brain latched on to the idea of kevin showing up to daltons classes and the students thinking it was so cool and i know you’ve already done a few of these but i CRAVE more please maybe?? with maybe a side of cute domestic kalton??

kevin has off for a week, which he stays with dalton in delaware for.  his first year in the pros has been nothing short of stressful, and he feels like this was just what he needed.

except dalton still has work.

since kevin has nothing to do and would honestly rather watch his boyfriend teaching than sitting in his apartment alone, he joins for the day.

he sits at the desk while dalton sets up some things, and as the first students start filling in they very quickly notice the celebrity in the room.

for example, a guy walks in on his phone, and as soon as he looks up while going to his seat he stops and goes “yo, am i tripping right now?!  you’re kevin fucking day!”

“dude.  language, come on.”  dalton gives him a pointed look.

“sorry.  hey, what-what are you doing here?  shouldn’t you be in new york?  can i get a picture with you?”

“i’m visiting my boyfriend while i’ve got free time.”  kevin cocks his head and watches the confusion and surprise cross the kid’s face.  

“you’re dating professor miller?!”

“hey.”  no one hears dalton’s little whine.

“we can get a quick picture,” kevin says, and gives a thumbs up when the kid holds the phone out for a selfie.

“can you…” he looks down at himself, “just, like, sign my shirt, too?”

kevin raises a brow.  “or a piece of paper?”  he pulls a blank sheet of graphing paper from dalton’s desk, signs it, and hands it over.

dalton has to calm down the class before they get too rowdy and distracted.  “alright!  yes, we have a guest here today.  i know a lot of you know who he is, but i’ve still gotta do my job, and you still have to take your test today.  him being here won’t get you out of it, sorry.”

“but he’s kevin day!  come onnnn, mr. miller, don’t you wanna socialize with an exy player instead?”  one of his good students tries.

“nope.  he gets sick of me after a while.”  kevin answers.

dalton shakes his head.  “i’ve known kevin for a while, so i’m not letting him faze any of today’s plans.”

“that’s cause they’re dating.”  the first kid calls.

“thanks captain obvious.”  kevin crosses his arms.  he doesn’t remember the recognition being like this in his own classes last year.  maybe people pretended not to know on purpose.

their test is open note, because dalton is nice, so he doesn’t need to watch them like a hawk while they’re taking it.

he leans against the desk next to where kevin’s sitting and crosses his arms.  “why are you always on your worst behavior when you come to my classes?”

kevin grins.  “i like to make life fun for you.”

dalton snorts.  “fun, is cancelling class to spend the day with my boyfriend.  interesting is taking my boyfriend to work like he’s a kid i couldn’t get a babysitter for.”

kevin smacks his leg.  “hey!”  but he’s laughing, quietly.

the next class is no better.  if anything, worse.  it’s mainly full of juniors, and there are three kids in the class that are on the exy team at the school who get kevin enthralled in talking about exy for ten minute into the class period before dalton calls a stop to it.

“there’s twenty minutes between this and my next class.  you guys can talk to kevin then, but for now we’re getting back to today’s lesson so you don’t fail your finals.”

they definitely use up those twenty minutes, and at this point he’s only two classes in, but his next two are longer ones, and he wants the free time in between to chill out alone with his boyfriend.

so after the next class ends, he stops his few exy fan students from doing any more than a quick selfie with him.  and when a few tries starting up a longer conversation he cuts in.

“ladies, i don’t mean to be the bad guy, here, but i haven’t had a free moment all day and i’d like to spend the time before my next class alone with my boyfriend, please?”  he says as he ushers them out and locks the door.

kevin gives up the desk chair so dalton can sit, and stands behind him instead.  he leans over the back of the chair to drape his arms around dalton’s neck and kiss the top of his head.  he rests his cheek on daltons head.  “i love you.”

dalton has his eyes closed.  he leans his head back and holds kevin’s hands.  “love you,” he mumbles.

“sorry for all the commotion today.  it wasn’t like that when i went to class, i didn’t think it would be a big thing.”

dalton shrugs.  “you’re a hotshot to them.  i’d rather you here with me than at home.”  he stands and hugs kevin, letting his head fall on his shoulder.

kevin runs his hands up and down dalton’s back.  “i’m just a history nerd to you, though.”

dalton lifts his head and kisses kevin, quick and short, but tugs gently on his lip.  tease.  “nerd central, for sure.”

[animebaby00]

A Gift That's Bittersweet (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Valentine's Day 2021

"There we go...perfect."

You wiped your wrist across your forehead, admiring the sight before you.

A clean edged white box, adorned with a big red ribbon with small tag dangling from gold string that read:

To: Levi

Love: Y/N

Today was Valentine's Day. The day made especially for couples and loved ones, and you had just finished making your present for your own said beloved.

Corporal Levi Ackerman.

Your relationship was a... unique one. More so on Levi's side since everyone on the scouts thought that the short, ill-tempered man was incapable of many feelings, much less love.

But you changed that, though it wasn't exactly clear on who fell for who first.

He appreciated that you were such a good soldier. You never gave him any problems and never faltered to obey him. You also cleaned significantly better than everyone else and your personality was one that he could actually tolerate. He found himself drawn to you and oh boy how you were drawn to him.

Levi was very attractive to you. But not just in his looks. You were also attracted to his underlying care for his comrades and even the stupid little things on how he gripped his teacup. He had feelings surfaced much farther below than the average person and even before you had gotten together, he had shared those feelings and other experiences with you.

And you listened. You understood. You didn't judge. And for him, that sealed the deal.

A grin made its way into your face. Oh how you couldn't wait to give him your gift.

The box contained chocolates, completely homemade, ranging in a few different shapes and flavors. You had wanted to try making chocolate for quite sometime and so this gave you the perfect opportunity to do just that. So technically, yes, Levi was your guinea pig, but what Levi doesn't know won't hurt him. Plus, from the little licks you had taken off from the collection of mixing utensils you had used, you thought what you had sampled didn't taste half bad.

Alright. Time to deliver your present to your short-tempered (no pun intended) boyfriend.

You picked up the box and opened the door to the kitchen, walking out the door to your superiors office with a happy, little spring in your step.

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It didn't take long for you to arrive, especially because of just how familiar you were on the route to Levi's office since you had probably been asked to go there from every single point in the building. From the training grounds, the barracks, the cafeteria, and so on. 

Oh the benefits of being the Corporal's girlfriend. 

Finally, you were met with the large, brown, oak door to his office. It was intimidating to some, but to you, it was just another ordinary door. 

You lay your fist against it, giving a few swift knocks.

A deep, flat-toned voice answered from inside. 

"State your name and business."

You snickered. He sounded so serious. 

A lot of people were so scared of his tone, to the point of peeing their pants, but not you. However, even though you knew he wouldn't care if you just waltzed in, you still kept it formal

"Cadet L/N. I have a...uh…" you looked down at the box in your hands, "A delivery for you, sir."

"You may enter."

In a haste, you maneuvered your arm so as to hide the box of chocolates behind your back, using the other to grasp the door handle and turned it, opening it just enough to fit your body through. 

You shimmied inside and closed the door behind you, standing before your superior who was intently reading through the dozens of documents splayed across his desk, his usual cup of tea in his hand. 

"What is it, cadet ?" He asked, face non moving. 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Playing it extra serious today are we ?

"Cadet ?" You inquired, "Hm. I could've sworn I had a name."

"Tch, brat." 

"No, that's not it either." 

The raven haired man sighed, leaning back against his chair. 

"Are you trying to be annoying ?" 

"Depends. Is it working ?" 

Apparently so, because an actual, tiny smirk etched its way into Levi's lips. He grunted, sitting up straighter and set down his tea cup and documents to give you his full attention.

"What is it, Y/N?"

"Much better," you giggled, walking towards him, "

"Got your work cut out for today, huh ?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." He grunted, running a hand through his raven hair, "Erwin has the rest in his office. This is only half."

You scrunched up your face, causing Levi to let out a rare, airy chuckle.

"My thoughts exactly, but it has to get done." He stood, walking over to you, "Now what do you need ?" 

"Nothing much," you crooned, "I just have a little something I want to give you. Close your eyes "

"Y/N, I really have to-"

"Please ? Just for a second.

Levi sighed, but abided by your wishes and closed his silvery orbs. You ducked your head lower to make sure they were completely shut before pulling the box out from behind you.

"Okay. Open."

He did, blinking a few times before looking downwards at the box in your hands.

"Happy Valentine's Day Levi !"

He blinked again, casting his gaze to look up at you, eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong ? Why do you look so confused?" You asked.

"You... actually got me a Valentine's Day present ?"

"Of course I did." You smiled, pushing the box forward, "Here. Open it."

He slowly took the box from your hands and took care in removing the ribbon tied around it. You kept your eyes on his nimble fingers as they worked away at perfectly untying the ribbon.

You new Levi completed every task perfectly and put his fullest intent into everything he did.

Apparently unwrapping something as simple as a present applied to those standards as well.

Finally, the bow was removed and you were near bouncing on the balls of your feet as he lifted the lid of the box, and when he realized its contents, he looked up at you once more.

"Chocolates ?"

"Mmhm !" You confirmed "Completely homemade especially for you."

"Y/N…" he trailed, with slight uncertainty, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, "You know I'm not the biggest fan of sweets."

"I know," you chirped, leaning towards him with your index finger pointing in the air, winking, "That's why I said especially for you."

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

"Well…" you started, picking up one of the decadent little desserts, "Why don't you try one ?"

"I don't-"

"Come onnnn Levi." you pushed the sweet close to him, "Just try it."

A sigh of defeat left Levi's mouth as he grabbed your wrist, leaning his head forward to place his teeth on the chocolate you held off to him. He then bit it in half and began to chew.

Albeit, ever so slightly, his eyes widened.

The flavor of the chocolate was unexpected. It was unlike anything he had ever had before.

It wasn't overly sweet at all, in fact it had a tart bitterness to it that he actually rather enjoyed. It had just the right amount of richness and dare he say a little bit of saltiness as well.

But every single flavor he tasted complimented each other perfectly.

You had a smile on your face the entire time as you watched him chew, eager at his facial expression and when he finally swallowed.

"So…?"

"They're...good."

"I knew you would like them !", You grinned, eyes sparkling as you clasped your hands together, "I thought you'd appreciate something a little stronger so I opted for dark chocolate instead of milk. I also didn't add as much sugar as they said and I also made use of a little bit of pure sea salt to give it a different flavor. Some of them are also plain like the one that I just gave you but also took some care into making some different flavors."

You pointed at one of the rounder pieces of chocolate, "That one has chopped hazelnuts in it," you pointed to the one next to it, "And this one has a fudge mouse but don't worry I didn't make that too sweet either. And this one,"

You pointed at a chocolate that looked a little bit different than the other ones. It was almost a dark burgundy purple and there were a few others just like it in the box, "Is infused with tea leaves. I made quite a few of these ones because I thought you would enjoy them the most because...well...you're always drinking tea. But I don't want to reveal what they all are because I want you to be sup-mmph?!"

In one, swift movement, you were silenced by a pair of lips. They were warm, soft, and familiar and ironically tasted exactly like a cup of tea.

Levi didn't press himself forward to kiss you like this too often so you wanted to enjoy it but he pulled himself away far too quickly enough for you to be able to, leaving you somewhat breathless and a little frustrated as your lip puffed out in a pout.

"You talk too much." he stated simply.

"And you tease too much." you grumbled.

A low hum left Levi's throat as he turned to put the box of chocolates on his desk before carding his head back to look at you.

And did something you weren't expecting.

"Thank you for the chocolates, Y/N."

Your eyes widened.

Even though you two were together...hearing Levi actually say thank you was just...wow.

You didn't know what to say, and he chuckled again at your somewhat dumbfounded expression.

"Are you at a loss for words for once in your life ?"

You flinched, shaking your head, "N-no I just...I'm just not used to-", you trailed off as he leaned against his desk, arms folding over each other as tilted his head amusingly to the side.

Your heart was beating in your rib cage. Why did he have to be so...so…

"Y-you have work to do right ?" You asked hastily, stepping backwards, "Y-yeah of course you do ! So I'll be leaving now ! See you later !"

But you didn't even manage to get one foot out the door as Levi grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you close to his body, causing you to let out a little yelp of surprise as his head pushed into the crease of your neck.

"L-Levi ?"

"Come by my office after dinner tonight."

Your breath hitched,"W-why?"

He leveled a hand to the side of your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, lips inches from your collar bone.

"So I can give you your present."

[neon-junkie]

Siesta

Summary: Flacos mission for you today is to have a nap.

Pairing: Implied Flaco/gn!Reader

Word Count: 1347

Rating: SFW

Tags: Nap time, Cuddling, Spooning, Fluff, Gender-neutral reader.

Notes: he just looks so cosy, specially with that coat on, so i wrote this bc i wanna nap with him.

It's another long day for you, lugging yourself up the mountain, heading hours up north just for that gunslinger to chit chat with you a short while, before sending you off on a mission. Why do you do it? You're not too sure. He'd sparked your curiosity the second you attempted to find shelter in his cabin, only for him to sneak up on you and make you dance with all six rounds of his revolver.

But either way, you've been forcing your way through the cold and snow just to see him, just to spend those few moments with him before he sends you on your way. It's worth it. It's worth the journey, the dangerous missions he gives you, the freezing cold snow, and the predators that lurk nearby. He's come out of his shell more and more every time you see him, he even called you his friend a few months back.

So here you are, hitching your horse, and entering his cabin for what feels like the hundredth time.

"You're here," Flaco greets you, watching you stomp the snow off your boots before shuffling over to the fire, raising your hands to the heat in hopes of warming up, despite knowing that within a few minutes, he'll be sending you back out there.

You can feel his eyes on you more than usual. Flaco's always one for eye contact, studying you, reading every single sign of body language; that just seems to be how he is. He's probably fuelled by trust issues, so you're not surprised that he's always on the lookout for betrayal. It must be something he does to everyone, as you've seen that same language displayed when he spoke to one of his men once, although they're rarely around.

"Has the cold froze your lips shut?" Flaco asks, suddenly drawing your attention to him.

You feel so rude, but you can't help it; it's normal for you to zone out, hearing what people are saying to you, but not always responding. You're tired. These sleeping problems come in waves; some weeks you're fine, others you're not. And guess what kind of week this was?

"Sorry, Flaco," you sigh. You once called him by his surname, and he scoffed at you, waving his arms about as he complained, telling you 'we're friends now, and friends call each other by their first name!'

"I'm just tired," you finish off your sentence.

Flaco leans back in his chair as he hums. "That problem again, eh?" he questions. Flaco knows about your sleeping problems; you once explained why you zone out so easily, back when he first caught you doing it, and he seemed to understand. He'll go for days without sleep, always on alert, always worried the Pinkertons are finally going to catch up on him and force him into an endless sleep.

You nod in agreement, "that time again," you repeat, letting out a soft sigh as your eyes go back to the fire.

Flaco's already picked up on a few smaller things as he studies you; the bags under your eyes, your slight slouch, your slower reflexes and judgment.

"You're exhausted, amigo," Flaco informs you.

"I know," you reply.

"No, listen to me. You're exhausted, not tired. You haven't yawned once, and your body seems drained. You need to rest, please, for your own good."

As Flaco talks, your eyes drift back over to him. He's been sincere and open ever since you first met, but the tone of concern to his voice seems to pull at your heartstrings.

"I'll rest when I'm off the mountain. I don't want to be camped out in the snow," you explain, but Flaco cuts you off.

"No! I said rest. There's a bed behind you, isn't there?" Flaco says as he points to the bed in the middle of the cabin. You look over your shoulder, despite knowing that there is a bed there.

"That's your bed," you protest.

"That's a bed. This cabin isn't mine, amigo," Flaco shrugs. "Now go and have a siesta, or a 'nap' as you Americans call it."

"Too cold for a siesta," you smirk.

"Oh. Come onnnn," Flaco groans as he puts the wood he was whittling down on the table, standing up to fill the empty space in the room. He makes his way over to you and for some reason, you're a little intimidated. Why was he getting so worked up over you having a nap?

Flaco greeted you for the first time with a gun to your head, but for some reason, Flaco grumpily approaching you, urging you to nap seemed scarier.

 "Go to bed," Flaco orders you. "That's your mission for today. Sleep. Rest. I'll pay you for it," Flaco tells you as he takes you by the shoulders, physically moving you over to the bed.

"Don't you think it's a little uncomfortable?" you ask as you take off your hat, leaving it on the bedpost. Flaco takes his hands off you as he huffs.

"What is? You think I'm gonna watch you in your sleep, hm? I'll do that, if you want."

You remove your weapon equipment, boots, and heavy clothing, every so often flicking your eyes over at Flaco, still talking to him. "No, I just think it's... I don't know. I've never had a nap in someone else's company before," you shrug.

"You want me to siesta with you then, huh? You could have just asked, you know," Flaco tells you with a chuckle.

Your eyes widen, and you're about to start telling him that you didn't mean that at all, but he's already taking off his bandolier's, chucking them to the cabin floor with a thud. You sit on the edge of the bed, awkwardly watching him as he kicks off his boots, leaving his sombrero on another one of the bedposts.

You'd never seen him without his hat before, and he's kinda cute? you always assumed his hair was short and swept back, but you've discovered that he has a small ponytail, always hidden away under the thick brim of his hat, and the forest of fur on his coat.

Flaco catches you staring but doesn't comment on it. He'd be staring too if another person was stripping off in front of him. Flaco leaves his thick fur coat on, loosely done up by what's left of a few buttons.

 "Move over," he orders you in his gruff tone. You shuffle across the bed, lying down and sandwiching yourself between the wall and Flaco, who's now lying down beside you.

He pulls the covers over you both, his eyes meeting yours as he tucks you in, a tender gesture, despite the permanent scowl on his face. Flaco stops for a moment, propped up on his elbow, studying you again. You're unsure if you should look away, but Flaco eventually breaks the silence.

"Lift your head up," Flaco orders you. So you do, sitting slightly upright, looking over your shoulder to wonder what's going on.

Flaco suddenly lays his arm out, right under where your neck will fall. Before you can even breathe, his other arm is around your waist, pulling your head back down and shuffling your body against him.

He's a firm cuddler, his hands gripping onto you, holding you against him but comfortably. You accept the fact that this is happening and decide to get comfortable, adjusting yourself so you're the little spoon, your cheek resting against Flaco's arm, the thick fur of his coat brushing against your face and back.

You can feel his hot breaths on the back of your neck, his body heat warming you up. You've forgotten just how cold it is outside, eager to stay in this comfortable spot forever. Flaco can sense thoughts running through your head.

"Rest now, amigo," he softly orders you. There's a tiredness to his voice; you dread to think how many days he's been awake for, which unfortunately is normal for him.

So, you do as he tells you to, shutting your eyes and swiftly falling asleep. Your siesta turns into a deep sleep, and Flaco's there through it all, enjoying your company as he catches up on the many nights he's missed.

[byunsboyz]

Jamais Vu - Part One

Exo Fanfiction

Baekhyun x Female Reader

Warnings: some light swears.

Genre: Fluff/Angst?

W/C: 2560

Part Two Part Three

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Everybody has that ‘what if’. The one who got away....not quite regret, but thoughts that would drift by late at night when insomnia has set in and you’re deep into your latest existential crisis.

What if things had been different? What if you had said what had been on the tip of your tongue that day?

Byun Baekhyun was your what if. 

He had been your best friend in college and the only person you had truly loved.

You had no reason to run into Byun Baekhyun. You didn’t share classes. You an Accounting major and him Architecture. 

You didn’t run in the same social circles, he was part of a frat house and you opted to remain in dorms with your small group of friends. 

But what had brought you together was music, meeting in your second year while working at the campus radio station.

You had applied for the role of Production Director on a whim, looking for a hobby outside of classes and studying and also benefited from the extra credit of managing the finances of the small college club. 

The first time you met you were positive you’d never understand him. After all, you were complete opposites. He was loud and outgoing; always the centre of jokes and a far cry the quiet loner you were perceived to be. 

But from the first show you ran with him, he has surprised you. Baekhyun was the On-Air Presenter for the Sunday night Jazz & Blues segment and as soon as the light would turn red he’d take on a completely different persona.

His voice would become soft and melodic as he’d whisper sweet nothings into the microphone about the classics of Miles Davies and Frank Sinatra. 

You’d often be on the same late-night shift together; downing coffee after coffee, discussing your favourite artists and organising records until the early hours.

He wasn’t exhausting like the rest of your extroverted friends, his presence giving you a warm sense of comfort. 

Without noticing you became joined at the hip for the rest of your college days. 

Not to the point that you were a regular at his crazy frat parties but you’d hang out at the radio station, would marathon movie after movie at each other’s dorms on the weekends and crammed for all your major test’s together. 

You hadn’t even realised you were in love with him until you’d just graduated, you even had the crazy idea to confess.

Then the news broke that he was moving to a different country.

He had been in two minds on whether to go. You’d always talked about living and working in the same city and he’d been concerned about you being alone and him going back on his promise.

Honestly. Who achieves their dream job at a globally famous architecture firm and worries about their dumb friend during the happiest moment of their life?!

You remembered that day vividly.

‘“Of course you should go! It’s your dream, Baek” you forced the enthusiasm into your voice.

Inside, you could feel your heart tearing at the seams. You weren’t selfish enough to show him just how much you would miss him, as much as you had wanted to.

He was always too considerate of your feelings. 

This wasn’t some Rom-Com TV show, where Baekhyun would suddenly declare he couldn’t live without you. He wasn’t like Rachel choosing not to get on the plan for Ross.

You’d cried so hard the night he’d left. Almost texting the words you’d be aching to tell him for the last three years. 

‘I am in love with you’. 

But the alcohol had knocked you out before you could hit send.

He’d promised to keep in touch but over the years you drifted. As life and work became more and more hectic it devolved from video chatting on the weekends, to texting occasionally. 

Fading into receiving a generic happy birthday post on social media and then nothing at all.

You’d pushed him to the back of your mind as you told yourself over and over that this is what happens as you get older. 

And with that ten years had passed.

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You wake with a start. Back aching from where you’d fallen asleep in an awkward position while watching a random ASMR video the night prior.

*Clatter*  

Your sleep-filled eyes search the room, trying to locate the source of the noise. 

*Thud Thud Thud*

It appears to be coming through the wall behind your headboard.

Could someone be moving into the apartment next door? It’s been entirely empty the whole time you’ve been living here, about seven months now.

You've enjoyed the quiet solace of not having to share the walls with another person. Especially being one of the only two apartments on the upper floor, it was one of the reasons you love your apartment.

It’s also located near the subway and tucked far back enough on the outskirts of the city that it’s almost peaceful. There’s also a small cafe bar and a couple of small stores that remind you of the town where you grew up.

*Bang*

You groan again at the loud noises as you stretch your arms over your head and wonder about the people moving in next door.

Maybe a couple? Or a young family. It could even be a cute guy. You snort at the thought. Yeah right. What kind of a psycho moves into an apartment in the early morning anyway?!

You reach under your pillow for your phone to check the time. 8:30 am! SHIT. You overslept and if you don’t leave your apartment in the next ten minutes you’ll miss your train to work!

With no time for a shower, you rush to your bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

As you drag a brush through your hair and pull it up into a simple, neat ponytail you start forming a contingency plan…

‘Skip the usual to-go coffee at Dunkin’ and settle for the instant stuff at work’ you think to yourself, ‘As soon as I get to work, throw on some BB cream and mascara with the time I’ll gain abandoning my daily vanilla latte with coconut milk…’.

You sniff sadly at the thought as you step into one of your tailored dresses, fumbling with the awkward zipper in the back.

Within 10 minutes you’re flying out the door and straight into the elevator. Using the short amount of time to button up your sweater and glance through your bag to check that you’ve got everything you’ll need for the day.

You’re in your own thoughts as you stride towards the lobby doors, and almost walk straight into your building manager.

“Oh! Good morning, Mr Sato!” you gasp in surprise.

“Good morning!” he smiles obliviously, not realising that you almost knocked him flying. You move to step around him as he continues. “There’s a package of yours with Ralph” (the doorman) “and I also wanted to let you know about a new tenant moving into the place next to yours...”

“Uh-huh,  of course, that’s great!” You cut him off, waving your hands apologetically “I am so sorry. Please excuse me, I’m late for work!” you call out behind you as you make a mad dash out of the building to the subway station.

You make your train by the skin of your teeth, panting from the final sprint from the ticket gate to the platform. Feeling glad you skipped the makeup as you would have surely sweat a good portion of it off by now.

You currently work for a large accountancy firm Kim & Partners. You could have worked within a finance department of any company as most qualified accountants tend to do but you love the challenges and variety of working with different industries and clients every day.

You manage a small team of four and specialise in bookkeeping for small to medium enterprise, one of the smaller departments in the company but you have a pretty large client base and enjoy the satisfaction of helping others and providing a clear and efficient service.

“We are transferring you to manage corporate accounts,” your boss Mr Kim announces in the morning management meeting. You feel like someones just pulled a step from beneath your footing.

You were aware that your manager Mr Choi had wanted to transfer you out to provide more specialised management accountancy for larger corporate clients but so far you’d been convincing enough from the commission and reputation you’ve built for Kim & Partners to be able to continue as you were.

“Uh, thank you for the opportunity, Mr Kim, I-” you begin shakily, looking for the words or a reason to decline the transfer.

“Fantastic! You’ll handover to Jaehyun for the rest of today and you’ll start in corporate accounting tomorrow!” your boss claps his hands together enthusiastically and with that you chicken out of any further protest and nod your head.

Jaehyun is your second in command and honestly, he really deserves this promotion. You couldn’t think of someone more diligent and detail-oriented.

The rest of your day is uneventful. The handover goes incredibly smoothly despite a very surprised Jaehyun but the more things are explained, the more you realise that this progression will be good for everyone.

You’ll still oversee Jaehyun and his team but allow him more room to make decisions and develop while you work on the larger corporate accounts that keep your company in business.

There was even a hint at the opportunity to become a junior partner, which by your calculations would make you one of the youngest in the company.

You leave work feeling excited, passing up on celebratory drinks with your (old) team so that they can have more fun without their boss present.

“COME ONNNN” Hani, your junior accounts clerk had whined when you announced that you wouldn't be joining “You’re not a regular boss, you’re a COOL boss!”.

You appreciate the sentiment but everyone likes to complain about work and management when they drink and you wouldn't like to take that away from them.

You sit on the train heading back to your apartment feeling optimistic, texting your best friend Aria about the day and making plans for your own celebratory drinks.

You’re walking through the lobby of your apartment building, heading towards Ralph’s desk to collect the package Mr Sato mentioned this morning. Probably the new nutribullet you’d ordered while drunk Amazon shopping a couple of weeks back.

Normally you’d cancel the delivery but drunk you was really onto something this time. You giggle at a dumb vine quote Aria sends you and as you finish typing up your response-

 THWACK! You hit a wall, falling ungracefully backwards onto your butt.

You grunt as the air gets knocked out of you when you make contact with rough carpet of the lobby.

“Seriously!” another voice snaps you back to reality as you realise you didn’t walk into a wall but another person.

 A now very annoyed person, carrying what you assume was their groceries as you glance over at the produce and cans rolling around on the floor between you.

“I- oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” you stammer as you scramble to your knees and start frantically picking up some of the items in front of you. A can of beans, a bag of pasta and a lone orange trying to make its escape. 

“I wasn’t even looking, I promise I’ll pay for anything dama-”, You begin as you look up, expecting to see Mr Sato or one of the other tenants of the building.

The rest of your sentence dies in the back of your throat.

“Baekhyun?...”

His name leaves your lips as a whisper, heart thumping against your chest as you almost drop the items in your hands.

He’s not looking in your direction, you hear him grumble something under his breath that you can’t quite make out as he scoops the remainder of his groceries into a battered paper bag.

Is it really him? Did you hit your head and you’re actually unconscious and hallucinating about a guy you used to know and haven’t seen in ten years?

It sure looks like him. A few extra lines crease his forehead, his hair is a darker shade of chocolate than you remember with a few flecks of silver glinting at the centre of his parting.

You glance to his left hand searching for the mole that sits beneath his thumbnail but it’s not there. Maybe it was on his right hand?

He finally looks up as if finally registering that you’re kneeling on the floor next to him, his lips part slightly in surprise as he looks you over. A tiny mole sits just above the corner of his upper lip. It really is him!

Before your mind has time to catch up you’re throwing your arms around him, allowing your excitement to overtake all of your other senses. You feel him instantly tense up.

“H-hey!” he shouts, pushing you off him abruptly. “What the hell are you doing!”

You shoot to your feet, shaken by the sharpness of his tone you take a step back to create some space. Your throat feels dry all of a sudden. His eyes look you over but there’s no familiarity in them, they’re so cold you almost shiver.

He takes a step towards you, “How do you know my name?” his tone sharp and accusing, “Are you some kind of stalker?”.

Your cheeks start to burn as the realisation set’s in that Baekhyun has no idea who you are. You struggle to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you search for a response. Words seem to fail you right now.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” you hear the worried voice of Mr Sato, by the time you remember to blink he’s already standing between the two of you. You look up at him, dumbstruck as you fight back the sharp prickles in the corner of your eyes.

He looks back and forth between you and Baekhyun, trying to piece together what has taken place. You realise you’re still holding Baekhyun’s groceries, practically hugging the bag of pasta to your chest and your cheeks burn even hotter. 

You hear your name spoken again but it’s not Mr Sato’s voice this time, and you don’t have the nerve to look at Baekhyun again.

So you do the only thing you can think of and thrust the items you're holding at Mr Sato. Run as fast as you can to the stairwell, and find the nearest hole to jump into, aka your apartment.

Your knees ache as you force yourself up each flight. You can’t even remember the last time you used the stairwell and when you finally reach the threshold of your apartment you collapse against the door.

What on earth were you thinking?

What gave you the right to assume anyone would recognise you after ten years?

What was he even doing here? As that final thought crosses your mind someone knocks at your door.

You jump at the abrupt noise, chest still tight from the anxiety (or the running). But there’s no way you’re answering the door.

Your legs still feel like jelly and you really fear that Mr Sato has come to scold you or worse Baekhyun has followed you.

But he wouldn’t know which apartment you lived in. Would he?

You pull yourself to your feet and glance through the peephole.

You watch as Baekhyun turns away from your front door and disappears towards the next apartment.

No way.

*Slam*

Shit.

[goldandlights]

the white wolf’s pelt

rating: teen+ pairing: geraskier, brief mention of jaskier/some-other-guy tags: established open relationship (will I ever write anything else anymore? unlikely.), casual sex, body hair (lots of it), scent kink, sad!Geralt, tooth-rotting fluff and crack

In which Jaskier makes a terrible decision and his Witcher pays the price.

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Geralt is truly addicted -to Jaskier’s body hair, that is.

When they're in bed the Witcher will nose and scratch at the thick mat of hair on the bardlings front, greedily sucking in the musky rich smell of him like there is no finer scent in all the world. Hell, Jaskier is pretty sure the only reason Geralt hasn’t yet tried to physically roll in it is because such an action would surely crush some ribs and Jaskier needs those intact! Thank you very much!

It is kinda weird. Maybe a lot weird even. But then again, Jaskier is probably even weirder for getting off on it so much. There are few things which can make him as instantly, desperately hard as having his darling lover reduced to a growling mess, pawing at Jaskier’s body eagerly, almost reverently. It makes him feel loved and wanted, deeply flattered at the shameless display of desire from his taciturn companion.

Sadly he takes neither of these things into consideration, when, one rainy summer morning in a tiny village at the ass-end of the world, Jaskier decides to shave it all off .

Geralt is out on a contract, gone for four days and likely not to be back for another two or three. Jaskier would be out of his mind by now, close to death by acute boredom, if it wasn't for the handsome blacksmith with whom he enjoys himself at every possible opportunity (which are many… Jaskier can be quite persuasive).

This blacksmith though, himself a tall, broad, hairy fellow, quite clearly has more of a taste for boyish sort of men. And Jaskier might look the part while all donned up in his colourful, pretty minstrel clothes but not so much when those clothes come off . The smith is too sensible to say anything of course, yet Jaskier can feel the slight hesitation whenever wandering hands encounter a patch of his thick, dark body hair.

So, with literally nothing else to do but wait for the next round of fucking or Geralts return (whichever comes first), Jaskier borrows a nice, sharp knife and goes to work.

After three painful little cuts in his armpits and one by his hips, he wisely decides to leave his pubes untouched. Accidental self-castration would be quite exciting but he’s not that desperate yet.

Otherwise though, the bardling ends up nice and smooth, skin pink and flushed from the unfamiliar irritation. It’s actually quite pleasant to touch and he spends some time exploring the new sensation before presenting himself to his bedfellow. Predictably, the blacksmith goes absolutely crazy, taking Jaskier right where they stand in the middle of his workshop and then twice more on the way back to the bed.

Living in a secluded, mostly conservative little village like this must be an intensely frustrating experience. Jaskier can’t relate but for the time being, he's happy to help out.

Regret sets in 48 hours later, which is when the lovely feel of baby smooth skin has fully turned into the burn of itchy stubble. It becomes complete after yet another day when the clopping of hooves announces his White Wolf's victorious return.

Depending on how a hunt goes and how much distance there was to cover, Geralt will usually be either horny as hell (if it was too easy or just challenging enough to get him pumped but not to tire him out) or exhausted as hell (mostly when customers lie to drive down the price and two drowners turn out to be a whole pack of werewolves). This is one of the horny cases.

Apparently the Nekker nests were both well hidden and unexpectedly large; It took Geralt two whole days to find them, a day to form a plan of action and another four days to prepare, carry it out and return to the village trophies in hand. Not a hard contract but definitely a tedious one. Especially since it's been raining cats and dogs for weeks and every square centimetre of uncovered ground has turned into ankle-deep, stinking muck.

The Witcher standing before Jaskier looks more like a drowned rat than the strappingly handsome hunk that left here a week ago and the bard insists on a bath before any reunion ravaging is allowed to happen.

He feels a bit sorry now for having allowed the blacksmith such frequent use of his body; it will be a few days before his hole can take another pounding (even more so because Geralt’s huge girth is a challenge at the best of times). Luckily though, Jaskier knows about a hundred ways to satisfy the itch under his Witcher’s skin. He will endeavour to make full use of that knowledge tonight. For better or worse, the White Wolf, bless his affection-starved little heart, is not particularly picky about the loving he receives.

What Jaskier didn't prepare for is the look of damn near devastation on Geralt's face when he, scrubbed pink and clean, finally allowed to embrace his much-missed bard, greedily pushes his hands up under Jaskier’s loose white shirt and finds only prickly stubble instead of the usual magnificent pelt.

Oh, it should be funny. And Jaskier will laugh about it later, but at that moment, the utter betrayal on his partners face makes it seem like breaking all four of Roache’s legs would have been the lesser offence by far.

“Uhm, I can explain?” he tries tentatively, “You know, there was that smith that I told you about and he seemed to-”

“What you do with your body is none of my business.”

Hmhm. Yeah, that's what Geralt says and Jaskier appreciates the sentiment, really. But the strangely forlorn way his hands still roam the bard’s belly, dipping under the waistline of Jaskiers trousers and relaxing almost imperceptibly at the still intact thatch of hair they find there is... well, it's just sad and makes Jaskier feel quite terrible.

“If it’s any consolation, my hair always grows really fast?” he ventures, trying to console his distraught Witcher, “I shaved just a few days ago, see, it's already coming back quite vigorously…”

“Hm.” Geralt grunts. It’s not working.

“Oh come onnnn…” Jaskier whines, putting both his hands on his beloved's dour face and pushing at his cheeks obnoxiously in a vain effort to cheer him up. “It’s just some hair. Is it really so important?”

“Smells like you,” the squished Witcher replies with a grumble.

“Uh, yeah. And it's actually kinda rank sometimes. I don't get how it doesn't bother you with your enhanced senses.”

It’s true, Jaskier has been curious about that for a while now. Releasing his hold on the Witcher’s face, he moves to card his fingers through the invitingly soft strands of hair instead. Geralt shrugs lightly in response before turning his head to nose at Jaskiers wrist.

“It's you. So it's good,” he murmurs, muffled against the skin.

It is such a simple explanation but might just cut to the very core of the matter. Jaskier’s chest swells with warmth and adoration. He knows to listen for the words that Geralt does not say.

“Alright,” Jaskier peppers feather-light kisses from the Witchers' cheek down to his mouth. When their lips meet, it’s like rain after months of drought. A week apart was a week too long.

“Tell me how to make it up to you, darling,” another kiss, “Wanna suck my cock? You can fuck my thighs later.”

“Mmmh.”

They’re moving again. Stepping lightly over hastily dropped clothes to the bed allocated to them in one of the empty cottages.

Jaskier will never really get used to staying in the houses of the dead but in villages such as this, where there is no inn or tavern, it’s vastly preferable to whatever barn or stable they’d be offered instead.

“Was he good to you?”

“Hm? Who?”

Jaskier’s last piece of clothing falls to the floor. The bed is soft and Geralt less so, mouth sucking bruises into vulnerable skin.

“The blacksmith.”

“Oh.” Jaskier has already forgotten him, “Oh yes, he was very nice. It’s always amazing to meet someone even less talkative than you.”

The low growl rumbling through the Witchers broad chest makes Jaskier giggle and push closer. He wants to feel those vibrations in his own body, through every centimetre of his skin. Geralt's cock jumps where it’s pressed against his hip, already wet at the tip.

Yielding easily to the bard’s hand pushing on his shoulder, the Witcher soon starts moving downwards, nipping reproachfully at Jaskier’s plucked-chicken chest all the way. The human huffs out a laugh, painfully fond; may the Gods save him from the wrath of this grouchy creature.

Geralt visibly (to the trained eye at least) perks up when he reaches the v between the bardlings legs and settles in, immediately pressing his face into the nest of pubic hair. He hums happily and breathes in deep, nosing at the base of Jaskier’s swelling cock. Propped up on his elbows, Jaskier can see the Witcher’s hips twitching down into the sheets already. He’s sure to come like this at least once, mouth stuffed and all senses overloaded with Jaskier’s taste, his scent and the lovely sounds spilling from his bitten-red lips.

Fucking adorable is Jaskier's last haphazard thought before Geralt swallows him down to the root and stars burst behind his eyelids.

fin.

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[wwhbtsjin]

Merry Christmas, My Love

Genre: Smut and fluff...smut and fluff………….. 

WARNINGS: Sexual content including fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral, daddy kink

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy Holidays! I hope you and your loved ones are staying safe!!

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Christmas decorations, christmas tree, wrapping paper, cookies,fuzzy socks and pajamas, and hot chocolate. All of your favorite things for the holidays were strewn across the shared living room that you and your boyfriend Taehyung owned. It was such a rare occasion for him to be home so often due to his busy schedule of being a member of one the most popular boy groups in the world, BTS. But the world is different right now, and because of the Pandemic, Taehyung was able to actually be home for Christmas this year. He had both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off.

With him being home you decided to take advantage of it and fully embrace the Christmas spirit with him. Currently, Taehyung was still knocked out so you wanted to surprise him with breakfast. You slipped out of bed and instead of changing, you decided to change into a red checkered onesie, that was also the matching pair to the one you bought Taehyung while he was out recording a video.

You decided to cook Taehyung a non traditional Korean breakfast, which was French Toast! He loved your cooking and would eat literally everything you make for him so you figured this would suffice. You took out all the necessary ingredients and even decided to add a side of bacon for him too. 

While you were cooking you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, “Good morning Jagi.” Tae’s voice was still groggy signaling that he had just gotten out of bed and went straight to look for you, “What are you cooking? What are you wearing?”

“Good morning my love,” you turned your head slightly and pecked him on the cheek, “I’m making us some breakfast. And since it’s the day before Christmas, I want to fully embrace the holiday spirit even if we’re stuck at home. Go get changed. I put the matching pair to this onesie on your bedside table.” 

“Ughhh,” he groaned and started pecking kisses in the crook of your neck, “Do I have toooooo.” He gripped you even tighter and pulled you closer to him while you cooked. You felt something poke you down there when you realized he just woke up, so of course there would be some wood. “Can we take care of his first?” He didn’t take his lips off of your neck and his hands started rubbing your thighs as he grinded his hardened member against you, “Please??”

“Nope,” you giggled and placed the finished french toast onto a plate, “If you’re a good boy today, I’ll give you a reward. How does that sound?” 

“You’re such a tease….but fine.” Taehyung gave up, “I’ll go put the onesie onnnn.”

You managed to finish cooking in the short time span that Taehyung went to get changed and brushed his teeth. When he came back your eyes lit up, “Oh...my...gosh...you are absolutely adorable!” You turned off the stove and ran up to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tiptoed to give him a quick peck on the cheek, “Absolutely adorable. I could squeal. I could shower you with a bunch of kisses right now!”

Suddenly, he picked you up and placed you on the counter. He nestled himself in between your legs and looked into your eyes. His were dark and full of hunger, not for your french toast, but for you, “I’d like that” He leaned his head into your neck and began to leave little love bites as he made his way down.

 A small moan escaped your mouth and you gripped onto his long black hair, “T-tae Oppa…”.

“Y’know, your cute little moans are okay for me too,” His hand began to rub your thigh, his hand slowly making his way to the source of your warmth, “I’m also fine with having you for breakfast instead of French Toast.” His hand began to rub your core outside of your onesie.

You couldn’t control your breathing, it kept on growing shakier and shakier. Taehyung had a way of getting to you, and you both hated it and loved it at the same time. But before you even attempted to allow him to go further, your stomach growled, louder than your moans to be exact, “O-oppa…’’

Taehyung sighed into your neck, “Ugh, fine!” He looked up at you through his hair, “We can eat breakfast, but you owe me Jagi!” He spanked your ass and then you hopped off the counter. 

“Help me with this Oppa!” You gestured for him to grab the tray of french toast while you held the bacon and a jug of orange juice. Taehyung brought it to the kitchen table but you pouted, “Let’s watch Christmas movies while we eat!” You gestured your head to the coffee table in front of the television in the living room.

“You’re a messy eater Jagi,” Tae pouted and stood by the kitchen table, “We should eat here and then we can cuddle and watch Christmas movies after.” 

You sighed in defeat, “Man...you’re right. I guess so.” You set the bacon and juice down, “I wanted to sit in your lap though…” You scratched the back of your head. 

Suddenly Taehyung pulled you down and wrapped his arms around you, “Nothing says you can’t do that now,” Taehyung kissed your cheek, “Plus I get to feed you.”

“Okay...SIR, why do you get to feed me? I have two working hands!” You started cutting a piece of french toast, “No, eat so we can cuddle!”

“You’re lucky I love you and miss you.” You heard him grumble from behind you and watched his beautiful hands cut the french toast.

“You literally see me every night, we do share a bed together y’know.”

“Okay well, when I come home you’re already knocked out and I don’t want to wake you because I know you’re tired,” he sighed and put a big chunk of his food in his mouth, “Don’t get me wrong, I love being able to cuddle you and kiss you to the ends of the earth. I love holding you at night, but I really do miss getting to spend time in the day with you. When you’re you know...awake…”

“Well you’ll get that these next two days!” You smiled up at him, “I just really missed you too.” You turned slightly just so you could hug him, “Let’s get all these Christmas preparations done so we can have the rest of the day to ourselves okay?” 

“I know you love Christmas so we’ll do everything you’ve been waiting to do with me these next two days okay?” He kissed your forehead, “I’ve been away a lot and I’m sorry. I haven’t spent much time with you. I hope you’re not mad at me for that. I really will make it up to you, I promise.”

“Oppa I know. You’ve been working hard. It’s not like you’re away partying. I’m proud of the work you're putting in. And I’ll always be your number one fan,” you stretched your head up to give a warm kiss to Taehyung, “Now let’s get these Christmas preparations going! Put those dishes in the sink! I’ll go and get the ornaments ready and we’ll decorate our tree!”

“I can’t believe you really waited until the day before Christmas to decorate with me,” he sighed, “I’m sorry I made you wait this year.” 

“Oppa stop apologizing! At least we get to do it together! Now you take the top half of the tree and I’ll do the bottom half!” You handed him a tub of your ornaments and then you got on your knees. A tree liner was the most important so you took the red sparkly tree liner you guys owned and placed it along the bottom of the tree. You then  started to line ornaments along the bottom half. 

A shadow appeared above you and you looked up and saw Taehyung hard at work placing ornaments on the tree. You stared for a bit, the way his black hair laid right on top of his deep brown eyes, how sharp his jawline was. Damn lucky is what you were, you have a literal prince for a boyfriend. A hunky prince at that.

“Like what you see baby girl?” Taehyung smirked and looked down at you, “There’s more to me than my face you know.”

Wondering what he was talking about, you didn’t realize until he poked you with his still hardened member, that was currently restrained behind the onesie you had forced him to wear. You looked back up at him, he wasn’t looking at you, he was working on the tree with a small smirk on his face. Subconsciously, he was nudging his hardened member towards you. You decided to give him what he wanted, because it was fair, he was giving you what you wanted by decorating the tree. Your hand reached up and started to palm his member outside the onesie.

Taehyung hissed, “That’s a good girl...Let Daddy know when to take this off.” You knew there was no backing out now. Half of your Christmas list was not about to get done now because of this.

But oh well, Taehyung has been wanting you all morning and well now, you wanted him. You continued to palm as he grew harder and harder. The poor thing was probably suffocating on the inside. You brought your lips down to the fabric and began planting kisses and little sucks all around the tent on his crotch.

“Baby, you can’t just tease me like that,” Taehyung started unbuttoning his onesie, “I want you to take me all in, everywhere baby…” He let out a small moan as the onesie dropped to his ankles. His hardened member sprung out, tip red and swollen with precum dripping, “Make daddy feel good baby girl and I’ll give you a reward.” 

You gave his tip a small little cat lick before wrapping your hand, just barely, around his thickness.The tip of his member soon was in your mouth and you were sloshing your tongue around it, tasting the saltiness from his precum. The vibrations from your moans onto Taehyung’s dick sent chills down his spine.

“That’s it, now take it all like a big girl would.” He forced his whole length into your throat, making you gag a bit, but you took it like a champ. Your head began to bob up and down it, stroking it along the way, driving Taehyung nuts. It’s been a while since you two last had passionate moments, so you both were antsy for this, “Ugh, you’re so good baby girl. Go faster for daddy.” 

You moaned as you felt him get bigger in your mouth. His hands tangled in your hair and pushed your head down his length even more. Your muffled moans and his loud groans began to fill the room. “A little more baby girl...a little more than daddy will give you a reward.” Taehyung was thrusting in and out of your mouth before pulling out quickly, making your mouth pop. He sweeped you up into his arms, “My onesie is off so yours needs to come off too.” 

You kissed Taehyung passionately as he carried you over to the couch. He set you down and crawled on top of you. Not separating from your lips, he began to unzip your onesie from the back. You slipped your arms off and he pulled it down leaving your top half completely exposed. 

“Naughty girl, not wearing a bra…” he left your lips and made his way down your neck, “making me wonder about your bottom half. I guess I’ll have to find out for myself. But I think I’ll have to take me time to get there.” He smirked and began leaving love marks all along your neck.

“O-Oppa…” you moaned as his hands began to fondle with your breast, “I-I didn’t tease you that badly.” You ran your fingers through his hair and hid your face in your shoulder.

He placed one of his free hands on your chin and tilted your head up, “Keep it up for daddy. I can’t reach all of your neck if you hide it.” His eyes met yours for a quick second, filled with hunger, and at that moment you knew you were in for a really long morning. He made his way down lower to your breasts, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. His warm lips so found his way to one of your nipples and after giving it a cat lick, his lips fully engulfed it. A louder moan left your mouth making Taehyung smile against your skin. His other hand trailed down your body and soon, his fingers were right over your core. He began rubbing it slowly though your pajamas making you squirm a bit under him, “You’re being such a good girl,” his fingers pressed harder as he rubbed your outside a bit faster, “You wouldn’t want to ruin it. Daddy will have to punish you if you make me unhappy.”

“S-sorry daddy,” You managed to choke out as your grip on his hair got tighter, “B-but if you go this hard right away...I might not last.”

“Hmm that’s true,” suddenly he let go of you, “Stand up and take off this ridiculous onesie.”

You pouted, as much as you were turned on right now, you didn’t think it was ridiculous. Sitting there, you hoped he realized what he just said.

Sure enough, he got the hint. His eyes widened, “Jagi! It-it’s not ridiculous! I-I didn’t mean it!” he held onto your hand as you stood up, “Jagi!”

“You’re lucky I really want you right now,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “You got dish duty later.” Soon enough you were standing in front of Taehyung naked except for a santa hat on. 

He smirked seductively and came close to you. His hands ran up and down the sides of your body sending shivers down your spine. One hand stopped on the lower part of your back while the other went down to play with your wet folds, “Don’t look away from me, keep your eyes on me the whole time.” He slipped a finger in you at the end of that sentence making you jump in surprise. You started slowly grinding and Tae slipped in two fingers and made his speed faster, “That’s my girl...cum for daddy.” And as if on cue, your walls clenched around his fingers, your breaking point nearing.

“T-tae!” You squeaked and soon released all over his fingers.

“It’s daddy,” he growled into your ear as soon as you calmed down from your high, “You’re in for a punishment now for calling me that.” His hand moved to one of your inner thighs, pushed it open and then positioned himself over you. He rubbed the tip of his member before sliding it into you, “Yes baby...you’re so wet for me…” He groaned into your ear, each one getting louder every thrust he took, “I love seeing you like this...it’s so hot.” He said, every warm breath he took hit your neck.

“D-daddy...I-” 

“You what baby girl?” Taehyung smirked and left bites along your neck as his thrusts got faster, “Talk dirty to daddy, help me cum.”

“Daddy...just keep going,” you started to scratch his back, “I’m getting close, you feel so good inside me.” Dirty talk was never your forte. But you always tried your best to satisfy Tae’s needs.

  His speed quickened up and your walls clenched tight around him inside of you, “Oh my...baby girl,” he crashed his lips onto yours, giving you sloppy kisses before pulling away, “Fuck I can’t hold it anymore.” Soon he released inside of you, making you do the same at the same time.

You two just stayed still, holding each other, while trying to catch your breath. He soon slipped out of you and kissed your forehead, “I love you baby girl. And I missed you so much. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to hold you in my arms.” He laid down on the couch and pulled you into his embrace, the warmth from both of your naked bodies radiating from the both of you. Taehyung reached for a blanket and then wrapped it around the two of you, “Let’s put on a Christmas movie and just stay like this for a while.”

“We still gotta decorate the tree though.” You giggled and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

“After we take a rest,” he put on a movie, “and before round 2.”

“ROUND 2?” your eyes widened at his statement.

“Merry Christmas baby girl.” 

You punched him and then sighed, “Merry Christmas Oppa. I love you.”

[skadventuretime]

Shadow Crowns

Welcome to Chibi!Reverb 2020! This is my piece with the incredibly skilled @drowsystar, who not only came up with this bomb-ass idea but drew incredible things for it, too. I only wish I could have written you the proper 70k fic this idea deserves.

Rating: T

Warnings: Cursing

Read: AO3

Art: Link

“Another glorious day for his majesty the shut in.” Star yanks the curtains just a bit so that a sliver of late afternoon sunlight shines directly onto Kid’s closed eyes.

The bedroom is cavernous. Stone walls and floors hold a damp chill in the air that no number of thick carpets or tapestries can really dispel, and wrought iron bookshelves line all of the room’s circular walls. They’re filled to the brim with well-cared for leather tomes of all shapes and sizes, but mostly their slightly acidic scent makes Star want to sneeze.

“Ah yes, my faithful knight, ever at my beck and call,” comes the prince’s muffled voice.

The curtains snap close and return the room to its former pitch darkness. Star feels the slippery tendrils of the prince’s shadow magic slide over his wrists, his back, his throat, a not-so-subtle reminder that his life could just as easily be snuffed out.

It was kind of hot, not gonna lie. Too bad business and pleasure don’t mix. 

“I will remind you not to disturb my slumber again,” the prince says. Star assumes he rolls over because that’s the sort of arch thing he’d say as a way to end the conversation, but he hears the muted sounds of feet hitting carpet instead. There are still no candles lit nor magelight summoned, but that’s because the crown prince is a master of shadow magic and likes to flaunt his perfect dark vision whenever he gets the chance.

“You shouldn’t be slumbering so late in the day anyway, your elevatedness.” Star inches back towards the curtains because if the prince thinks he gives up that easily, he’s got another thing coming. The sliver of daylight at the edge of the thick fabric cuts off abruptly, like the shadows were thick and solid. Whatever; his princeliness is probably just standing there to be stubborn. A little light will clear things up—

Sunlight stabs him in the eyes as the blinds fly back open. “How unusually perceptive of you,” says the prince, now across the room on an overstuffed low couch, a book cocked at an obnoxiously relaxed angle in one hand. He’s fully dressed and there’s not a trace of his night clothes; maybe that’s what all the dark was for. “What brings you here at this unusual hour? Isn’t it time for you to pester the palace guard about sparring matches again?”

Star waves his hand. “I got bored when nobody could disarm me. Hey, let’s go to the market today — there are supposed to be fireworks in the plaza after sunset.”

The prince looks up from his book with an eyebrow already bent at precisely ‘are you an idiot’ degrees. “The main plaza? In the center of the city?”

“Yup.”

“The one with traders from all over the world?”

“That’s the one.” 

“With huge crowds and unlimited rooftops for an assassin to spy from?”

“For the crown prince, you sure are pretty stupid about your own kingdom, huh?”

The book closes with a crisp smack. “For a bodyguard, you sure are an idiot. Do you really think you could keep me safe from the literal hundreds of possible angles a potential assailant could reach us from? I know father hired you on your merits as a swordsman, but he clearly didn’t give your head close enough scrutiny.”

“Come onnnn, it’ll be fine. You haven’t left this room since I was assigned to you three months ago. You need a little sun, get some fresh air.”

The prince exhales and recrosses his legs, a tell Star has learned means his patience is running thin, but in all honesty he doesn’t seem to have much to start with. “Ah yes, the shadow mage needs sunlight. Truly your minutes of education trump the years I’ve spent honing my craft.” To punctuate his words, the room fluctuates between grey scale and daylight, but each flash of the former has contorted figures that get closer in Star’s peripheral vision. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a prodigy or whatever,” Star says, blinking away the grotesque afterimages. “But seriously, you really stay in here all day?”

“It’s for my safety,” the prince replies, his voice heavy with something Star can’t quite place. “I’ve told you this before. It’s why you’re here.”

Star walks over to the window and looks down at the city below. Neat stone buildings unfold like nesting dolls from the castle’s fortified walls, on lower ground than the castle proper. Another wall encircles the central part of the city on even lower ground, and in the distance straw covered roofs make up the final, outer ring. It’s on that level that the festival is taking place this evening, far from the imposing iron and tomb-like stone of the castle. 

It’s also where, if everything goes to plan, the prince will die. 

“Exactly, it’s why I’m here. You’ve been safe so far, no one’s tried to kill you at all since I’ve been around!” 

“I never leave this wing of the castle.”

“Which is why you need this. Come on, they’re going to have all kinds of great food and entertainment and—“ Star lowers his voice, “I heard that the work of that brainiac scholar you’re always crying about will be sold there.” 

The prince stands up abruptly. “Eibon’s work will be there?”

“Yeah, that guy. Heard it from some of the organizers themselves at the pub last night.”

He hadn’t, really. Star just knows that the prince will do anything to get his hands on work by the contemporary scholar Eibon, something to do with shadow and light magic protection. It’s all above his attention span and pay grade. 

Pain seizes his chest and a snarled HURRY UP BRAT rings in his ears for a split second. Though he knows it’s invisible, Star can feel the rune etched into his soul. The only reason he’s free at all, alive even, is because his loving father saw fit to give him one last chance to redeem himself in his family’s eyes. But like any dog, Star has to be kept on a leash, and over the last few weeks these intermittent pain reminders have gotten more common. Papa dear must be getting impatient despite the regular correspondence. 

Star tunes back into the prince giving him a critical look. “Sorry, indigestion. You know me and those firecracker skewers.”

The prince curls his lip. “Naturally. All right, if there’s a chance to procure more of Eibon’s writings, then there’s nothing else to be said. Meet me here in one hour with everything you need to be stealthy but effective in a fight. I’ll weave a shadow disguise of course, but the ones I’m worried about will be able to see through it. Am I clear?”

“As a mountain spring,” Star says. He leaves before the prince can add any other fussy demands to the list and walks along the stark stone hallway towards his chambers on the other side of the prince’s. 

Well, he finally did it. It’s taken months to get to this point, but tonight’s his first real shot at completing the mission and being freed from his father’s grip. It took him weeks of painstaking deception to lie his way into the right circles to get a pulse of the city’s underground, but it was worth it to become part of the whisper network of assassins. There will be a group of shadow mage trained assassins at and around the market tonight, and he already has an ironclad alibi lined up. 

It should be a happy occasion, but instead he feels antsy, like he didn’t do enough pushups before his morning run. Whatever, it’s probably excitement, even though excitement doesn’t usually leave him with a sense of dread. 

Star splashes some water on his face from the shallow bowl next to the bath for just that use, and spends the next hour sharpening and cleaning his sword. And daggers. And throwing stars. Sharp edges are a man’s best friend, after all. 

The sun is just dipping below the horizon when the two of them set out. Because the prince is technically not allowed to leave the castle, Star has to play lookout while the prince weaves a very complicated piece of shadow magic that allows them to pass the various entry guards without detection. 

The magic feels cool and slippery on him, like he’s veiled in silk. It’s strangely intimate, too, with echoes of the prince’s soul woven through. Magic is like a sixth sense, an extra way of knowing, and Star quite frankly doesn’t want to know anything else about the man whose assassination he’s recently planned. That his magic tastes like packed snow, for example, or makes Star’s own shadow magic crackle at his fingertips eager to be unleashed.

“Stop thinking so much, it’s unbecoming,” the prince whispers from a pace behind Star. Star makes a rude gesture over his shoulder and walks a little faster; whatever else this magic does, it’s a little too close for comfort.

They have passed the most heavily staffed guard towers and just slipped past the mid-tier gate into the lower circle. The crowds are heavier here and the buildings more tightly packed, leaving plenty of narrow alleys for them to slip into should they decide they’re ready to become visible again.

“Hey, do you know where you’re going?” whispers the prince. 

Something in his tone makes Star turn around. The prince’s eyes are wide and glittering with the reflected light from the many torches lining the street. He’s looking with such rapt attention that it’s almost like-- 

“Wait, you’ve been here before, right? Like before there was a bounty on your head?”

The prince blinks and it’s like a door closes. “No, of course not. I wasn’t allowed out of the castle proper. I was just making sure you knew because you have the attention span of a small rodent and I didn’t want us straying far from the event. Remember, we’re going in, getting some scrolls, and coming out.” 

“Yes, your supreme nitpickyness.” 

Star leads them down an alley a few blocks further in so the prince can undo his magic. They’re both dressed modestly in simple cotton cloaks so they don’t attract attention, and the prince has modified his features enough to look like a bad caricature of himself. Anyone without the ability to detect shadow magic will be none the wiser. 

Most of the crowd is gathered near a huge bonfire a few streets down at one of the openings to the market square, where scores of merchants and stalls are lined up. Star can hear faint music of at least three different varieties playing, and the smell of frying fat and savory spices hangs heavy in the air. A quick scan of the buildings around the square doesn’t reveal much, but his night vision is already ruined by the bonfire and a trained assassin wouldn’t be so easy to spot, anyway.

Not that it matters, he reminds himself. The whole point is for the prince to bite it.

“So where is the scholar with Eibon’s writings?” The prince has his cowl up despite the illusions he wove and looks distinctly out of place.

“Beats me, these sorts of things are never very organized. We’ll just have to find it!” 

The prince wrinkles his nose. “Fine. But let’s be efficient. We should start from the west and comb east, with the bonfire being the center point.”

“Ugh, do you ever relax? This is a festival, lighten up, go with the flow, have some fried food.”

“I have never once in my life ‘gone with the flow.’”

“And it shows.” 

The prince throws his hands up. “Fine. We’ll do it your way. Lead on, I cannot wait to see what unnecessary trials we must endure and how much ground we recross with your barbaric method.” 

Star grins. “Now we’re talkin’!” 

He leads the prince past the bonfire and into the market proper. The music is louder here, and the merchants manning the closest stalls begin to call out to them about the superiority of their wares. 

“Now we begin looking for your fancy ink on paper.”

Star knows the exact writings aren’t here, of course, but it’s strangely fun to lead the prince around like this. He’s like a baby goat, all leg and headbutts, but also kinda cute.

“Come with me this way,” the prince says imperiously. A booth with a giant mallet and a man asking to see who is strong enough to ring the bell has caught Star’s eye though, so he says, “One sec, let me just do this real quick.” He tosses a coin to the man, rolls his shoulders, and grabs the mallet.

The bell makes a satisfying ding when the slider hits it. “That’s right, I’m amazing. Hey pri--er, hey Kid, did you see that?” Star looks around for the person he’s ostensibly body-guarding to no avail. “Hey, where are you?”

He heads back down the closest stall walkway and scans the crowd -- nothing again. He does the same for the other two closest walkways and feels something like panic burning in his chest. Did the assassins get him already? Is his job over? Why does he hate the thought of that?

“There you are, you oaf,” calls a familiar voice from behind him. Relief floods his system; the prince is safe.

“Where did you go?” Star says, rounding on him. “You’re supposed to stay by me for protection, remember?”

“You’re not doing a very good job if you can’t even keep track of your charge,” the prince replies archly. “Here.” He extends a skewer of steaming, dripping meat that smells faintly of chilies.

“Uh.” Star accepts it and looks from it to the prince and back again. “You went and got…?”

“Firecracker skewers. Didn’t you say you like them? Unlike you, I remember what people tell me.”

Oh. Oh no. The baby goat brought him meat on a stick. This wasn’t in the assassination manual. “Yeah, I uh, I do. Very tasty.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” the prince replies and holds up a skewer of his own. 

“Wait, that might be a bit--”

The prince removes the top chunk of meat with a neat bite. He chews for a moment, swallows, and then starts coughing. “Pain--water--why do you like this?”

Star dashes over to the nearest food stall and gets a huge pocket of fried dough. “Here, take a bite of this, it might help.”

The prince pulls Star’s hand closer and takes a bite without grabbing the dough for himself. “Why would you subject yourself to this?” he gasps after a few more bites of fried dough. “I mean, I suppose the after burn is somewhat pleasant, and the flavor is acceptable once you can taste again, but really, there are more elegant ways to season meat.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not up to your impeccable palette. Come on, we got scrolls to find.”

Star leads them around the western half of the market, laughing at the prince’s obvious fascination with it all. They try a few more food items and look at a few more booths before the hairs on the back of Star’s neck begin to stand up. He might not have done the kinds of hardcore training he was subjected to growing up recently, but his instincts are still on par. They’re definitely being tracked; looks like the fun is over.

“Hey, let’s look at the east side of the market,” Star says, his chest getting tighter. The east side has a few more quiet alleys the prince could be grabbed in. Better to get this over with quickly.

“Okay,” the prince says, and that simple word almost stops Star dead in his tracks. They’re having a civil conversation! The prince listened to him! The doubt in his gut twists his insides up.

They lightly browse a few stalls on the other side while Star becomes more and more conflicted. The more he thinks about it, the more he doesn’t want to kill the prince after all, consequences be damned. But what about his father? What about this thrice-damned soul window his father inflicted on him? If he can’t deal with that, he won’t be able to hide his treachery for very long anyway.

Any further deliberation is cut off by a cry of, “Scrolls! Scrolls! Get your scrolls here!”

The prince perks up and heads over immediately, making Star have to almost jog to keep up. The merchant is at the edge of the square, half wreathed in shadow, and -- oh shit, they’re walking right into an ambush aren’t they.

“You said you had some scrolls?” the prince says.

The merchant gives him an oily smile and says, “Yes, right this way, sir.” He gestures to a chest at the opening of an alley.

“I don’t think we should--” A hand comes around Star’s mouth and cuts him off. He reflexively bites down and slams his elbow back, freeing himself while his would-be captor grunts in pain. “Kid, look out!”

The prince jerks around just in time to see another man emerging from the alley behind him. With a flick of his wrist, he binds the man in coils of shadow and tries to jump away from the merchant, who has now revealed a wicked dagger.

“Don’t worry, this will all be over soon,” he croons before lunging at the prince.

Another coil of shadow stops the attack and it looks like the prince is in the process of doing something more complicated when his entire body goes rigid and the merchant snaps free.

“Another shadow mage,” gasps the prince. Star knows he could leave right now, escape himself and leave the prince to be murdered, but his heart isn’t in it anymore. It was the damn meat, he tells himself.

“I’m on it,” Star says, reaching in and down into his own shadow magic. Dark flames wreathe his blade from hilt to tip, blowing in a wind not from this plane. He focuses and sees the thin threads holding the prince in place. But before he can act on it, a third mage appears and begins preparing something nasty.

“Do something,” wheezes the prince, and if that isn’t a challenge, Star doesn’t know what is. He dives into a roll to dodge a thrown dagger and cut the first thread imprisoning the prince. This puts him in range to kick the merchant in the chest and send him flying.

“Chill out princess, I got this,” Star says with the cockiest grin he can muster. He dials up the intensity of his shadow flames and sends them in an arc to push back the two mages in the alley, and on the end of that stroke cuts the remaining threads binding the prince. “You good now, or do you still need me to do literally everything for you?”

There’s that glare that can boil ice. “I’ll take it from here, thank you.” The prince’s eyes seem to get blacker and the alleyway flickers in and out of grey scale. 

“No way, you’re not getting all the glory for this one.” Star leaps back in to punch one of the mages across the chin before the prince’s terror magic makes the others run screaming away from them.

“Well, that could have gone better,” the prince says. He sounds shaken, even though he doesn’t look like he has any big injuries.

“Yeah, I think it’s time we got back to the castle. Had enough fun for a week or so.”

“Remind me never to listen to your idea of fun ever again.”

“You say that now, your royal meat-on-a-stick-ness.”

The prince rolls his eyes and begins to reweave the invisibility illusion. “Shut up and lead us home.” 

“See now you’re talking sense, because I won’t lead us into an obvious trap.”

As they bicker on the way back to the castle, mostly in whispers and unconscious shadow magic pulses, Star’s worries about what will happen to him fade. He’s never been one for thinking too far into the future; for now, he’s got a grumpy prince and a belly full of meat, and there will be plenty of time for the rest. Later. Much, much later.