#like the whole thought of just hanging out in the living room is absolutely wild to me

[wordborne]

yeah, so i need to find a way to tell my man that i legitimately can't do anything if someone is in the room with me

[dumbbitchgalore]

💖 Cockwarming old man!Price 💖

TW: nsfw, mean!Price, kinda abusive??, possible alcohol abuse

Part 2

Last post I talked about blowjobs with old man!Price with a sprinkle of cockwarming. However this wil be dedicated to cockwarming with Price.

Now this can go one of two ways

Option 1: John is having an extremely shitty day trying to come to terms with his retirement

Or

Option 2: John becomes self-conscious of his mind due to his erectile dysfunction and wholeheartedly believes that his lucky charm will leave him for someone virile.

Let’s go with option 1

He is absolutely gutted about his retirement and the only way he can express it is through anger

John doesn't cry, he never does

This wholre retirement just reinforces how obselete he's become to his squad that he built from nothing

And the beer only helps qualm his thoughts about everything he's done in his life

He goes through every major life event and thinks what he couldn've done differently

He lets his mind wander until it hands upon you

His darling baby

Fuck this is a hoax, some sick twisted game that you're playing on him

You wanna make him think that he's special and he's still needed in this world

He downs another bottle at the thought, gritting his teeth as the thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth worse than the cheap beer that he's drinking

He groans in irritation and does what he does best at his age

His calls you into the living room where he sits on the couch watching the football match holding a freshly opened bottle of beer

You walk up to him, kissing his cheek and caressing his upper arm slightly worried about the frown on his face

Before you can even get a word of comfort out of your mouth, he slaps you hard

You yelp in pain, holding your cheek

What on earth? Did your John just slap you

John looks away, annoyance etched onto his face as a twinkle of guilt in his eyes

You soften slightly

He didn't mean it, must be the alcohol

John turns to face you and opens his mouth to apologise but sees you slowly taking off your panties

John cocks his head to the side in confusion

He just hit you and you're taking your panties off?

You should be mad, furious

You should be leaving him, walking right out of the door

That's what you should be doing

Not taking off your damn panties

Stupid brat. He thinks to himself

"John..." You coo softly, "Are you stressed honey?"

John groans in anger and nods his head

You sigh softly

You won't hold what he did a minute ago, your love was stressed and that can't be good for his heart

You sink onto your knees and paw at his crotch lovingly, enamored by him

You nuzzle against his clothed cock, breathing in his musky scent

He just went out for a run and you could smell it on him

Fuck, was it driving you wild

He smelled so good, so manly, so... heavenly

It made you feel safe, cared for, protected

You sigh softly inhaling as much of his scent as you could

As much as you loved how John smelt after a workout or working in the gardens, you absolutely hated what it did to his body

You hated how his pudgy belly was becoming smaller

You frown, you loved his pudge!

You stand up and take the beer bottle out of his hand, bringing it to his lips

You make him finish the whole bottle in one go

You needed his cute beer belly back!

You smile softly when he finishes the whole bottle and you put in down on the coffee table while you sink back down on your knees

Whining against his crotch, you pull on the waistband of his sweatpants and out comes your prize

His oh so stupid cock just hanging there with no real use

Your eyes glimmer

"Baby, can we try something?" You ask softly

He simply nods, not really saying much. Not that you mind

You retireve a cock ring from the coffee table drawer and put it on him before straddling his waist and sinking down

You sigh softly. God, you loved the feeling of him

The cock ring didn't do much to get him hard but made it a bit easier for you to slide his dick in

But whatever, you like how pliant it felt inside you

You look at him lovingly but it only angers John

You shouldn't love him, he's old and unwanted

You see this thoughts running a mile a minute so you lean in to kiss him

John gets even more angry by your tender nature

So he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs it so hard that you yelp as your face is pulled away from his

Your back arches slightly, a throaty gasp leaving your lips as your scalp begins to sting

"Sit there like the cock sleeve you are. No talking." He says sternly

And that's what tou did all night long while he watched his inane football match

A slight movement or a soft whine set John off causing him to spank you hard, or pull your hair or slap your right across the face

You like the good darling you are, you listened to him and did what he told you

You sat still, filling full while you were stuffed with his cock inside of you

Once John calms down, a wave of regret washes over him

He takes you to bed and does nothing besides worshipping your body, making you cum more times than you can count on your fingers with his tongue

His silent way of begging for your forgiveness

[burningcheese-merchant]

Yes,more please!

More Yandere Beast stuff? At your service, three short headcanons for each one

SHADOW MILK

Has one specific Pure Vanilla puppet that he treasures and never brings any harm to. It's the most well-crafted and detailed one of all. He calls it his Mini Silly-Vanilly and he makes it and the puppet he also made of himself kiss and do NSFW things

Tries to be A Bro™️ and help his fellow yanderes win over their respective loves. He eggs them on when they feel like ranting and raving about their love lives (or maybe he just likes gossip and drama idk), helps mastermind courting plans, gives romantic advice of dubious quality, solicited and not (mostly not). His help gets mixed reactions. Tough crowd :/

Already planned their wedding way in advance, but keeps making changes because he's always hit with new inspiration (making them playfully chase each other all the way up the stairs of the Spire of Truth and Deceit, and publicly executing their enemies in increasingly ridiculous ways are staying put, though)

ETERNAL SUGAR

Got Shadow Milk to make her a Hollyberry body pillow. It's nice, but she ended up tired of it really quickly. She wants the real Hollyberry to snuggle and squeeze and use as a pillow. (She still uses the body pillow though)

Would very much like to steal Holly's dresses and wear them herself, even if they might not fit. Would also like a lock or two of her hair to put in a necklace, or make into a bracelet, or weave into the strings of her harp (wtf lol)

Has mastered dozens of love songs on her harp, both written and composed by others and by she herself, all to be played and sung to Holly. A significant portion of them are very dark and unsettling, but she either doesn't notice or doesn't care

MYSTIC FLOUR

Once thought of the concept of playing "strip Go" (like strip poker, just with Go) with Dark Cacao. No one has ever seen her turn so red before. She immediately barricaded herself in her room and did not come out for almost a whole week

Keeps replaying that moment where he was beaten and on his knees and she was caressing his cheek, tempting him to look up and into her eyes, in her mind over and over and over and over and over and over again. It has practically tattooed itself to the insides of her eyelids. She can't make it stop nor does she want to

Ends up wandering along the exact same path through the mountains that Cacao took while he was lost and alone whenever she leaves the Ivory Pagoda. Some deranged part of her insists that she might find him again if she keeps looking, and the other, equally deranged parts of her seem to agree...

BURNING SPICE

Absolutely fucking loses his shit if and when any of the Wild Spices speak ill of Golden Cheese at all. He can roast her all he wants, but the second anyone else tries, he 180s to "KEEP MY WIFE'S NAME OUT YO FUCKIN MOUTH" mode

Is so out of his goddamn mind that he's already attuned himself to both Golden's aura and her scent, so he can literally track her and hunt her down like a ravenous animal no matter where she goes. He is a predator in the truest sense of the word

Also often fantasizes about marrying Golden, like how Milk wants to marry Vanilla. But what he thinks the most about is the wedding night... and the night after that, too. And the night after that. Every night is going to be their wedding night, once he gets his hands on her... Every single fucking night

SILENT SALT

Keeps trying to write White Lily letters and poems detailing his feelings. They keep coming out wrong (aka they are extremely long and rambling, not to mention fucking weird and creepy), so he keeps throwing them away and starting over repeatedly

Has considered learning magic to impress Lily, but can't get the hang of it. (Has also tried to brew a love potion for her, but can't get the hang of that, either)

He never takes that helmet off, but his stare is nevertheless so damn pointed and downright oppressive that Lily can sense whenever he's watching her, even if he's dozens of feet away and she can't even spot where he is. He comes out when she asks him to, at least...

[thatlotuscookie]

HELLO I THINK IT WAS MY REQUEST THAT GOT DELATED! So it was something about Dabi x villain member of the lov reader. And he's a dick to her and she always thought he hated her, and she gets super drunk after one mission and calls for Dabi to take her home and when he'd driving her home, she confesses to him, tells him that he's pretty and wants to touch his face, and then giggles and tells him that she always knew he's the lost todoroki and says that she'll be Mrs. Todoroki one day. And then next day she wakes up with a terrible hangover and she doesn't remember half of the things she said, and then he says something and refers to her as Mrs. Todoroki and she gets so blushy and embarrassed 😆😆

I NEED SOME FUNNY FLUFF😂❤️

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hello!! I’m so sorry about your request getting deleted but I’ve got it here now, and I absolutely LOVE the idea! Drunk confessions are always a fun mix of hilarious and heartwarming, and Dabi dealing with it is just chef’s kiss. Plus, the whole “Mrs. Todoroki” bit? I’m living for it! I hope this gives you all the funny fluff you were hoping for. Thank you so much for your patience and for sending this gem again!

✧ Title: ✧ Mrs. Todoroki in the Making ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: After a mission, you, being drunk, call Dabi to take you home, only to spill some wild confessions about him being a Todoroki and claiming you'll be "Mrs. Todoroki" one day. ✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, Humor, Confessions, Drunk Confession, Dabi Teasing, Light Angst, Embarrassment, Established Relationship ✧ WC: 1200 words // 6.7k chars

You always thought Dabi hated you. He was all sharp edges and sarcasm, constantly making smart remarks and giving you that signature look—the one that said, you’re nothing but a nuisance. His icy blue eyes would narrow at you, and you'd just know he couldn't stand being around you. The thought didn’t exactly fill you with joy, but you did your best to ignore it.

Tonight, however, was a little different. After a particularly grueling mission, the League decided to relax with a few drinks. You, eager to let off some steam, indulged a bit too much. Soon enough, your vision blurred, and the room felt like it was spinning. The others had already left, and you were left sitting alone, a little too drunk to find your way home.

You didn't even think twice when you picked up your phone and called the one person who somehow always stuck around.

“Dabi,” you slurred, smiling lazily as the ringing in your ear echoed. “You gotta come get meee.”

On the other end of the line, Dabi sighed, but there was no harshness in his tone. “You can’t handle your liquor, huh?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ playfully. “Pick me up, please? I—I can't walk straight.”

Dabi didn’t hang up. Instead, with a soft grunt of acknowledgment, he drove over to where you were, and when he arrived, his expression was less irritated and more… patient? He stepped out of the car, walked over to you, and gently lifted you up, one hand supporting your back as the other steadied your legs.

“There you go,” he said softly, guiding you into the passenger seat. He was surprisingly gentle, handling you with a kind of care you didn’t expect from someone who usually radiated indifference.

You giggled, your drunken mind swirling with thoughts you never dared say out loud. As he drove, you leaned your head against the window, turning to look at him with sleepy eyes.

“Y’know…” you started, voice a little sing-songy. “You’re really pretty.”

Dabi blinked, his eyes widening ever so slightly. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said with a soft laugh. “You’re, like, really pretty. I’ve always wanted to touch your face. Can I touch your face?”

For a second, Dabi didn’t answer. He glanced at you, and instead of the annoyed sneer you expected, there was a small, almost invisible twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips. He shook his head slightly, but his voice remained gentle.

“You’re drunk. Go to sleep,” he said, but the way he glanced at you, with a softness in his eyes, gave him away.

“Nooo,” you whined. “I’m serious. You’re so pretty.”

Dabi smirked but didn't say anything. You could’ve sworn there was a hint of warmth behind that smirk, like he wasn’t brushing off your compliment but taking it in. And then, suddenly, your mind latched onto a secret you’d been keeping.

“I know who you are,” you whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer as if you were sharing the world’s greatest secret.

Dabi’s brow arched slightly. “Oh? And who’s that?”

“You’re a Todoroki,” you said, giggling. “I know it. But don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.”

Dabi froze for a moment, his grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly. But then, his gaze softened, and he let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head again.

“Of course,” he muttered. “What else do you know?”

You leaned back, closing your eyes, feeling the world spinning around you as you smiled dreamily. “One day… I’m gonna be Mrs. Todoroki. I’ll marry you, and we’ll live happily ever after.”

Dabi nearly laughed at that, though it wasn’t mocking. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a real smile tugging at his lips this time.

“Mrs. Todoroki, huh?” he mused, his voice soft. “That’s a bold statement.”

“Yup,” you replied, still giggling. “And you’ll love me forever and ever.”

Dabi didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled the car to a stop in front of your place, getting out and walking around to your side. This time, when he helped you out of the car, his movements were even more careful, his hand gently resting at your waist as he guided you inside.

“You okay to make it to your bed?” he asked, his tone almost… caring?

“I dunno,” you mumbled, stumbling a little as you tried to stand. Without hesitation, Dabi caught you, one arm supporting you as he led you to the couch, carefully lowering you onto the cushions.

You blinked up at him, still smiling. “Thanks, Dabi. You’re so nice to me. I like you.”

Dabi just shook his head, crouching down in front of you. His hand brushed your hair out of your face, his touch surprisingly soft. “Get some sleep. You’ll thank me later.”

“Goodnight, future hubby,” you mumbled, already drifting off.

Dabi chuckled under his breath. “Goodnight, Mrs. Todoroki.” ~~~The Next Morning~~~

You woke up to the world’s worst headache. Groaning, you sat up, rubbing your temples as fragments of the night before danced through your mind. You remembered calling Dabi, him driving you home… and then… oh no.

You froze, eyes widening as the fog of your hangover slowly lifted. “Oh god… did I—did I tell him I’d marry him?”

Just then, the door creaked open, and there he was. Dabi, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, his usual smirk firmly in place. But this time, there was something softer in his expression, like he wasn’t here to make fun of you—just to tease you in the most infuriatingly gentle way possible.

“Morning, Mrs. Todoroki,” he said, his voice holding that familiar sarcastic edge but layered with something else—something playful.

You wanted to die on the spot. “No… please tell me I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, you did,” he said, stepping closer, his smirk growing wider. “You called me pretty, said you knew my ‘secret,’ and then declared you were gonna marry me one day.”

Your face flushed a deep red. “I was drunk! I didn’t mean it!”

Dabi chuckled, crouching down to meet your gaze. His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You sure? You seemed pretty confident last night.”

“I—I was… I don’t…” you stammered, your heart racing as his touch lingered for just a second too long.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, Mrs. Todoroki.”

“I… you think so?” you asked, still flustered but unable to ignore your stomach growling in response.

“Yeah, so get up,” he said, nudging you gently. “You need to eat something before you die of a hangover.”

You finally looked up at him, gratitude flooding your senses. “Thanks, Dabi. Really.”

He smirked, his earlier teasing replaced by something gentler. “Just don’t make it a habit to call me when you’re drunk, okay?”

You nodded, still feeling the embarrassment creep into your cheeks. “Okay. But if I do, just know I really mean it about being Mrs. Todoroki.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t hide the smile creeping onto his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get you some food first.”

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Mane Attraction (18+)

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

Set in the A Cut Above The Rest universe because I was missing my favourite long-haired lovable mechanic!

Eddie notices your love of his glorious mane of hair and decides to tease you about it.

Word Count:1,482

Warnings:Small bit of fluff at the beginnng, but the rest is just smut. Kissing/Making out, Oral Sex (F rec.), Fingering. Idk if there's anything else? but if I've missed something you want tagged just let me know.

Also not proofread, so if you saw any mistakes, no you didn't :)

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie slides his body out from underneath the car he was working on, wiping his black, grease-stained hands on the rag that hangs from the back pocket of his coveralls. He’d stripped the top half off, tying the sleeves around his waist, leaving him in his white vest as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Motörhead’s ‘Ace Of Spades’ rumbles out from the old radio sitting on the workbench, and the clanking of Randy working on another car outside in the yard all fall into the background as his attention is diverted by his sweet girl walking into the garage.

“Hey! You forgot your lunch this morning!” you beam brightly as you hand him over the brown paper bag.

“You’re an absolute peach, you know that?” he smiles, kissing your cheek.

“Also I popped a few of the cookies I made yesterday in there, because I know they’re your favourite.” 

“You made snickerdoodles?!” he beamed brightly, his eyes widening in surprise as he quickly opened up the bag to see the sweet treats sitting inside .

“Only the best for my hard-working handy-man.” 

“Thanks Sweetheart! I’ll see you back at home later, yeah?” 

you wave him goodbye with a cheery smile and a cheeky wink.

“Bye Teddy, I love you.” 

“Teddy, huh?” Randy nudges him in the arm with a scoff. “Who knew you had such a soft side?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be fixing that old Pontiac?” Eddie fixes him a hard stare.

“Only for you, Teddy.” Randy teases him with his best put-on sultry girly voice that his deep southern drawl can manage, before laughing on his way back out to the yard.

Eddie pushes through the door with a tired sigh.

“Honey I’m home!” he calls out in the way he always does when he comes home to you.

You rush over to him, immediately wrapping him in a tight hug, which he welcomes whole-heartedly, picking you up in his arms and twirling you around.

“How was work?” 

“Good, it was a nice surprise to have you come visit me” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to 

the crown of your head. “Those cookies were delicious by the way.”

“Oh I’m glad you liked them. I had a day off so I thought I could make them to surprise you!”

“Well consider me surprised, Sweetheart.” he smiles, pulling his long dark curls free from the knot tied at the nape of his neck, raking a large hand through his hair with a quick ruffle. Having his hair as long as it was meant that whenever he was working it had to be tied back, something about safety regulations or whatever, so when he came home he liked to take the opportunity to let his wild mane free.

“I’m gonna take a shower, and get changed, then we can order takeout? How does that sound?” he asks, as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“You read my mind.” you giggle, settling yourself into the comfort of the couch cushions.

Freshly showered and changed into a pair of red and black plaid pyjama bottoms and a soft grey Henley, Eddie slumps his body down on the couch next to yours.

“I picked up a film from Family Video for us to watch this evening.” you smile, snuggling up to his body, the all too familiar and welcoming scent of his body wash filling your senses. You flicked the remote and the bright light of the television illuminated the cosy living room.

It didn’t take very long for the film to go utterly ignored in favour of slipping your tongue between Eddie’s lips and tangling your fingers into his messy curls, earning you a low groan as you gently tugged against the dark strands.

Pulling away from you with a knowing smirk playing at his pink, kiss-bitten lips, Eddie looks down at you before speaking. He wants to tease you a little, see what your reaction would be.

“I was thinking it was about time that I got a haircut, was going to ask if you’d do it for me, y’know, since you’re the professional and all.” 

Eddie tries to suppress his giggling amusement when he sees your reaction.

Your eyes wide in shock, and your mouth opening to say something, and yet nothing comes.

“Just chop off all this long hair. Would be easier at work too, wouldn’t have to keep tying it back.” he says, awaiting your reaction, watching as your eyebrows draw together in confusion..

You gather your thoughts just enough to form a sentence.

“I don’t think I can do that, Eddie. It goes against my beliefs as a well-respected hairdresser, and as your girlfriend.” you explain with a laugh. “You know I love your hair. Where else am I supposed to tangle my fingers when you go down on me, huh?” you murmur,  your lips close to his,  before leaning in once more to kiss him.

“Good thing I was only joking then.” he laughs in that adorably boyish way that makes it oh so hard for you to be mad at him.

“I can’t believe you would joke about something like that Eddie!!” you join in on the laughter, playfully hitting him with one of the cushions on the couch.

“How about, as a recompense for being the target of my joke, I get down on my knees for you and you can show me how much you love my hair, hm?” he offers, his voice dropping to a smokey gravel, as he presses as reassuring kiss to your lips.

You flush under his words, but still you nod, eager to feel his lips on your body.

“Yeah, is that what you want Sweetheart?” he murmurs softly as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “Want me to make you feel good?” 

A breathy whine of ‘please’ falls from your lips, and that’s all the go-ahead Eddie needs before he’s skating his hands up your thighs.

“Lift your hips up for me.” 

You comply with his wishes, raising up enough for him to hook his fingers into the waistband of your pyjama shorts and panties and drag them down the length of your legs in one swift motion.

“There she is…my pretty girl…I've missed her…” he almost purrs out when he's greeted by the sight of your pussy. “You, and I have a lot of catching up to do.” he smiles, his lips curling into a salacious grin.

He kisses his lips to the soft pudge of your stomach before he trails down nosing into the thatch of curls between your legs.

He smiles against your wet slit, his tongue slipping past his lips to drag slowly across your folds. Flattening his tongue against you, licking up the essence of your arousal.

He's moaning deeply as he pushes into you as close as he can, wrapping arms around your plush thighs, and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

He quickly flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit with practised precision, before sucking it between his plump lips in a way that has your back arching up into his touch.

It isn’t long before he feels the familiar tangle of your fingers into his hair, tugging the dark strands as he continues to lap at your wetness. Tugging gently at the roots of his hair, directing him right where you need him most.

“Taste’s so fucking sweet, pretty baby..” he slurs out his praises, his tongue never stopping it’s relentless endeavour. “You want one of my fingers?”

“Please..Wanna feel you, Eddie, please..” you beg breathlessly.

He continues to lap at your wet cunt like a man starved, slipping one of his thick fingers into your tight wet heat, pressing against that spot that has your thighs shuddering close around his face.

“That’s it Sweetheart..so fuckin’ pretty like this I swear..” he teases, his voice a steady growly as he fucks his finger into you.

“..C-close..” was all you could stutter out, before Eddie was doubling down in his efforts to please you, sliding one more finger into you, and crooking them inside you so perfectly.

He’d happily been in this position many times before, knew all the tell-tale signs of your impending high, and with one more flick of tongue over your sensitive clit you were riding out your release against his face, clenching around his fingers with a wet gush.

He drinks you in, gently lapping over your clit as you come down from the euphoria of your shuddering orgasm. He pulls away from you, his mouth glossy with his spit and your slick juices lingering on his lips.

“So, I was thinking we could order pizza tonight?” he says as though he hadn’t just given you the best head of your life.

“Yeah,” you sigh with a soft breath. “W-we can get pizza if you want to.”

@penguinsandpotterheads @xxbimbobunnyxx @eddiesxangel @paybacksawitch @mrsjellymunson @heydreamchild @munsonsbtch @keeksandgigz @ali-r3n @seatnights

[heartofwritiing]

cowboy!wilbur headcannons.

another’s note: i’ve had cowboy!wilbur in my brain since the npt mv, which is different from the outlaw/cowboy!wilbur i wrote a head cannon about a while ago. ive wanted to write fics about him so here’s some headcannons i came up with that have been in my drafts for about a year ✌🏻

paring: cowboy!wilbur x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut, domestic fluff, established relationship, if there’s anything i missed lemme know!

cowboy!wilbur- whos married to you and owns a farm.

-you got married on that farm.

-it was simple yet elegant.

-it was just relatives and close friends.

-he spends all day out in the heat, getting all sweaty, feeding the cow, he named her buttercup. the chickens and goats.

-fixes anything that might be broken as an excuse to keep himself busy.

-you’re always patching him up from splinters, cuts, and kissing the callous’ on his hands.

-“you gotta be more careful baby,” you’d kiss his palm after you had put ointment on a cut.

-“well then you wouldn’t be able to patch me up anymore, darling,” he’d tease.

-you hope he wasn’t getting hurt on your behalf just so he could get babied. you would do that regardless.

-going for early morning rides together on your horses.

-he taught you how to ride.

-late night bonfires under the stars in the wide open country side.

-he plays guitar and serenades you.

-he’s written you so many songs.

-having your most vulnerable conversations in those moments, it’s just you, him, and the night sky.

-he’s taken you so many times under those stars.

-he’s taken you anywhere he could on the farm. the living room, the kitchen counter, bedroom, floor, wall. you name a surface he’s had you bent over/ against it.

-he is very handsy. always wants to be touching you in some way.

-he’s a gentle lover when it comes to sex.

-but every once in a while he becomes carnal with desire.

-one time you took his hat that was hanging off the bed post and put it on while ridding him.

-he went absolutely feral.

-he fucked you until you couldn’t even remember your own name and your thighs were shaking.

-mostly when he’s stuck outside all day and hasn’t seen you he craves you more than anything.

-especially if he sees you in the little sundress’s you love to wear and tease him with.

-once he had fucked you in the barn in the hay like the wild animals you are.

-you had come out to give him a glass of lemonade you had made fresh when he saw the way you looked at him with anticipation of what he thought.

-he couldn’t help bringing you into a kiss and things escalated until you were both rolling around in the hay.

-but never again after you had gotten hay fever and wilbur had blamed himself the whole time you were sick.

-he takes care of you.

-wether you are sick, on your period or having any mental health problems, he is always there for you. and vice versa.

-slow dancing in the kitchen late at night to the old radio you found in an antique shop. (you don’t know how you got it to work)

-making breakfast together in nothing but his t-shirt as he holds you from behind.

-cuddling into the late hours of the morning.

-looking into each others eyes.

-interlocking your fingers together and with the hand that has your wedding ring on it, he kisses and admires.

-“mine forever and always.” he says.

-“forever and always.” you echo.

tagging: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et @sootwilb

[fistfuloflightning]

Slightly more polished version on ao3 here

They're summoned to a local fishing village to investigate some kind of water demon. Just the three of them, which Shen Yuan thinks is hardly fair. Sure, there’s Shen Jiu, who’s worth at least four decent disciples. Shen Yuan doesn’t think he’s too bad. But Shang Qinghua is so far out of his depth it’s almost funny.

They find out it’s a carp demon, old and hungry and slowly picking off the locals over the span of months. Trapping it is the hard part and it goes wild when it realizes it can’t go anywhere. Which Shen Yuan kinda wishes it wouldn’t, since he’s currently hanging above the thrashing water by one leg and staring down into the gaping maw of the carp demon and wondering why all of this feels so familiar.

Shen Jiu is shouting from the side, sounding panicked. But Shen Yuan sincerely hopes his shixiong (bestie? fbf? boyfriend? what the hell?) doesn’t try to play the knight in shining armor (…again).

But it’s actually Shang Qinghua who frees his trapped leg for him, even though it leaves him cursing the An Ding disciple and plummeting into the disturbed water far below. There’s a glimpse of horrified green eyes, then he’s past. There’s no time to worry about Shen Jiu’s weird hero complex at the moment.

But there is a moment of revelation though, the moment before he hits the water: he knows why this whole situation is familiar. Change the demon, change the people dealing with it. But it’s the same. …Fucking Airplane.

And when the demon is suppressed and Shen Yuan drags himself up into the wharf, he’s spitting water and furious. “You fucking ripped off Journey to the West, didn’t you?”

Shang Qinghua’s eyes grow wide for a split second before the biggest grin practically blinds Shen Yuan. “Do you like that movie too?! I thought I was only one!

“I hated that movie.”

Shang Qinghua has the gall to look betrayed. “But Stephen Chow is a national treasure! It’s hard not to be a fan!”

“And it shows in your writing.”

“What does that mean?!”

Shen Yuan is relentless. “So you don’t deny it.”

“It was a good movie,” Shang Qinghua mutters defiantly, as though that’s going to change Shen Yuan’s mind.

But before he can snap back, Shen Jiu is dropping from his sword and grabbing his shoulders to examine him for injuries. “You absolute fool,” he hisses.

He very easily ignores Shang Qinghua in favor of a much prettier face. “A fool for you.” Shen Yuan’s hazy grin is all that saves him from Shen Jiu’s sharp tongue

“Focus.” His eyes flick between Shen Yuan’s, looking for—what? Concussion? His hands don't leave Shen Yuan’s arms, as if afraid he’ll disappear too.

It’s only afterward in their shared inn room that Shen Yuan fixes a gimlet eye on Shang Qinghua. He’s glad Shen Jiu left to check in with the local magistrate, if only so he doesn’t have to explain more than he has to. “You plagiarized the whole beginning scene—didn’t you. Even the little girl, you sick freak. Is there not a single original thought in your head?”

“The girl lived! You saw it! It’s completely not the same! And you have no room to talk, Mr. I-hated-it. You even remember what happened in such a short scene. Even if you deny that, you liar, I know you like the monsters I made up,” he points out. Now that a scowling Shen Yuan can’t deny. Shang Qinghua’s brow rise pointedly as he adds: “…And my bastard son. When’s the wedding, by the way? You’ve gotta make a honest man of him sometime.” A thought suddenly comes to him and he freezes. “Wait. If you got married, would that make me your father-in-law?”

Shen Yuan gags. “Never refer to yourself like that ever again. I hope Stephen Chow finds a way to kill you in your sleep. And if he doesn’t, I will. We never speak of this again and I pray to any bodhisattva who decides to have pity on your sorry ass, that you have not plagiarized any more of that movie. Especially the pig demon.”

Shang Qinghua’s sweating silence says more than words.

“…Are you fucking kidding me?!”

[phdmama]

For the trope mash-up post, may I request Fake Dating and Soulmate AU for Drarry please, if it sparks any fun inspiration?

(P.S. you're wonderful and I will love literally anything you come up with, even if it's not for these prompts, I just got super excited when you posted this 💜)

No, YOU'RE wonderful!!

So this is what came to me - and I can actually see the rest of the story but I have to go adult for a bit, but I am going to come back later and write some more of this! (As per usual, this is pretty much SOOC and unbeta'd, etc etc.)

Draco’s known since the Final Battle. 

He’s pretty sure Potter has no idea, whether it’s that no one’s remembered to tell him about soulmates, or that his mark hasn’t activated yet, but he treats Draco exactly the way he’s treated him since they'd all arrived at University. He’s unfailingly polite, cool and distanced, and deeply disinterested in one Draco Malfoy.

Which isn’t, you know, how you’re supposed to treat your soulmate.

The thumbprint on Draco’s wrist had flared to life when Potter had grabbed his arm to haul him onto the back of the battered broom that carried them both out of the fire. He’d almost fallen off at the way Potter’s magic had rushed over him, through him. Draco had always heard the stories that connecting with your soulmate could be disorienting, but since it happened to him in the midst of mortal terror, Draco’s not sure his experience was typical.

It’s also very rare that one person connects and the other doesn’t, although it does happen. It takes time for the bond to solidify, to grow into a true soulmate connection, and obviously, that’s not happened here. Basically, Potter is a faint echo in Draco’s mind, enough to distract and ache a little, nothing more than that.

All this to say, it’s weird when Potter comes dashing into their suite common room one Saturday afternoon, looking wild-eyed and somewhat disheveled. It’s a rainy day, raw and windy, the kind of day where Draco does not plan to leave the building if he can help it. Potter is damp and windblown, so he clearly had other ideas. Fucking weirdo.

Potter looks around wildly, and lights up when he spots Draco curled up on the couch under his favorite striped blanket.

“Malfoy,” he says eagerly, and Draco blinks up at him in surprise.

Potter’s never sounded happy to see Draco before.

“Yes?” Draco says cautiously. “Can I help you?”

Potter nods vigorously. “You can, yes, absolutely. I need you to pretend to be my soulmate and go to the gala with me tonight.”

“I beg your pardon?” Draco asks, trying to make sense of the words he’s just heard. “You need me to what?”

Potter hangs his coat on the rack by the door, kicks off his grubby trainers and makes his way around the couch to plop down next to Draco.

“I need you to pretend to be my soulmate and go to the gala with me tonight.”

“That’s what I thought you said,” Draco says. “But also, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Potter sighs, lets his head rest on the back of the couch and runs a hand through his unruly hair.

“You know how the press…” his voice trails off and he flushes.

“Follows you around incessantly and makes your life a living hell?” Draco says dryly. “Yes, Potter, I’m aware.”

“Well, someone thought it was a good idea to advertise that I haven’t found my soulmate, and to suggest that anyone who’s unbonded should come to the gala tonight and you know. Shoot their shot or whatever.”

Draco sits bolt upright, outraged. “What the hell? That’s bullshit. That’s not even how it works!”

Potter just sighs again and slumps down even further, eyes closed. “Yeah, I know that, but it’s turned into this whole thing, and every girl in the greater Oxford area, apparently, is now coming to the gala.”

“Can’t you just… not go?” 

Potter shakes his head, looking miserable. “No. The Fund is really important to me. I promised to speak.”

“So your solution is to fake a soulmate bond with a man?” Draco asks and Potter snorts.

“Okay, well, when you put it like that, it does sound stupid. I just thought if I could get them all off my back for a bit… No, you’re right. I’ll just have to get a bodyguard again, I guess.”  

He sounds so utterly miserable that Draco can’t help but feel sorry for him, which is why he finds himself saying, “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

Potter opens his eyes to stare at Draco. “What?”

Draco shrugs. “I’m not doing anything tonight, there’ll be wine at the gala, yeah?”

Potter looks excited but then his face falls. “But what about your soulmate? What if they’re out there looking for you?”

Draco looks away and swallows. “That won’t be a problem.”

Potter’s eyes narrow. “Why not?” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “Malfoy, do you know who your soulmate is?”

Draco just nods and there’s a long silence while Potter clearly puts some picture together in his head. He’s never been stupid, Draco concedes. Since for all intents and purposes, Draco is unbonded, Potter must know there’s something wrong with all of it.

Finally Potter says, “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Draco says and finally turns to look at Potter. “It’ll be fun,” he says carelessly. “What should I wear?”

[good-beanswrites]

the mental image of shidou approaching kazui from behind like "oh, mukuhara, i had to ask you-" and kazui turns around with red eyes, fangs, and a lil blood on his face, which makes shidou give the highest pitched little yelp and nearly stumble back and fall on his ass. amane will NOT let him live it down. she saw. she saw how he screamed like a girl.

Sorry to hold onto this for so long but Thank You I was laughing so hard at this!! 😂 When I originally wrote that comment, I was picturing the easy targets like Fuuta or Haruka -- it was so much funnier to catch Shidou unawares...

Shidou rubbed two fingers to his temple. He didn’t know why filming had been starting so early the past few days. According to the schedule, Muu and Kazui were already up and working. Milgram’s team had a doctor on their staff already, but Shidou liked to be around just in case -- even after a night cut short on sleep.

It should be noted that horror films had absolutely no effect on Shidou, so joining the children’s scary movie night had not been an issue. Rather, Fuuta hanging out in his room to talk, “not scared at all,” for hours afterward kept him up. He hadn’t pulled such a late shift since he’d been working at the hospital.

“Hm… some coffee may do me well…”

He didn’t usually indulge in the drink, but a small cup of it sounded good at the moment. Now that he was working on quitting smoking, he may as well pick up another habit in its place...

The break room was dark when he arrived. He had to blink after exiting the bright white hallways of the facility. He was tempted to flick the lights on, but Kazui and Amane seemed perfectly content in the dark. The light may have been too harsh at this time of morning.

Kazui had his back to the door, pouring some coffee. Amane sat at the table off to the side. She was picking at a small breakfast. The whole scene felt... off somehow. Kazui was still in his pajamas. He never left his room like that. Amane's eyes followed Shidou all the way into the room.

“Good morning.” Shidou greeted her with a bright expression. She kept her face straight, moving some food around in front of her. She stayed silent. 

“You’re certainly up early! It’s very admirable.”

No smile.

Shidou’s expression wavered. The thought of scary movies still in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but imagine this as a scene straight out of one. Amane’s grim silence in the darkness. Her intense green eyes fixed on him from across the room. He was glad for Kazui’s presence, else he might have actually been unsettled.

He tried to ignore his grogginess. There was nothing strange happening.

“Ah, Mukuhara. Is there enough coffee for m-eugh!” 

Kazui spun around, and Shidou found himself face to face with a monster. 

His eyes were slitted, like a wild animal’s, and bright red. Even in the dark, Shidou could clearly see the vibrant irises. There was blood spattered across his face, and his chest. He opened his mouth, revealing gleaming fangs. 

But the voice that came out was just as laid-back as usual.

“Oi, Kirisaki… I forgot I was already in costume. Looks pretty realistic, huh?”

“R-right.” Shidou willed the shock away from his face. He realized with horror he'd taken a full step backwards. He hurried to close the gap again. “The team did a good job…”  

“I’m bringing Muu some coffee while she gets her makeup done.” He lifted the cup in his hand, which had a coating of what Shidou now knew was entirely fake blood. Kazui’s smile was a bit crooked, revealing one of his fangs. He had the decency to ignore the mortifying sound that had just come from Shidou’s throat. “There should be plenty left for you, if you wanted.”

“Of course, of course. Thank you.” 

“Sorry if I surprised you,” he said. Kazui brushed by him, unable to stifle a little chuckle. 

Shidou dragged a hand down his face. He exhaled, glad to feel his pulse returning to a normal rate. His mind was far too scattered this time of morning. He glanced over at Amane. 

“I suppose you think this is funny? My surprise is merely a compliment to the makeup department.”

She kept her gaze on him. “No, it’s definitely funny. You jumped halfway across the room.”

“It was one pace backwards.”

“It was a huge jump. Plus, you screamed like a little girl.”

Now, she smiled.

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Confession

Warning: swearing, drinking, masturbation, drugs

You watch the concert with bated breath. The whole experience is exhilarating and wild and just makes your heart pump. It had been so long since you’d seen your best friend live in concert and you’d forgotten what an unbelievable experience it was. You’d also forgotten what strange emotions it sparked deep in your belly.

Something about watching Colson jump around, singing and rapping his heart out, the huge grin that adorns his face as he looks out into a sea of his fans, is something so indescribable but is so attractive that your annoying feelings rear themselves up again. You had managed for years to push them down but when you see him, free and elated, they’re harder to suppress. All you want to do is kiss him, feel his touch, get naked and do dirty things to him.

By the end of the concert, you’re practically hyperventilating in an endless crowd of strangers. You stare up at the empty stage, rooted to your spot. You try so hard to calm yourself but the overwhelming need for sexual release has you scoping out a restroom like a mad woman. As you bring yourself to pure ecstasy in the bathroom stall, hand over your mouth and thoughts of Colson naked and on top of you running through your mind, you’re disappointed at the lack of relief you’re used to. Your brain knows you’ll be seeing Colson backstage in just a few minutes and the idea of being around him has you wanting to shove your hand back into your soaking panties.

You stumble out of the stall and quickly wash your hands, splashing cool water on the back of your neck to calm yourself. You push your way through the crowd, going against the hoards of people which pisses a lot of people off. You show your VIP badge to the security guard and he walks you through a long tunnel that runs under the venue, all the way to the backstage room filled with your closets friends.

“Y/N!” Rook yells as he spots you at the door. He pushes through the groupies to envelop you in a big, sweaty hug. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight!”

“You’re yelling Rook,” you laugh at him and he covers his mouth apologetically. “I thought I’d come on a Friday night so I don’t have to worry about working in the morning with my ears ringing.”

“Smart,” he whispers and you laugh at him.

He leads you to the mini bar set up that the venue obviously put together for everyone. You make yourself a concoction with the limited spirits and mixers and join the rest of the group. Everyone is talking all at once, your friends, mixed with the other VIPs and a few scattered female groupies. You sit quietly and listen to the conversation, happy to be a causal observer than an active contributor. You have to stop yourself from looking around in search of Colson. You know from experience that he’s usually pretty wired from a concert and is either smoking weed somewhere or in the shower trying to mellow out.

The conversation seems to go on forever and Colson is nowhere in sight as time passes. You’re fighting back the urge to ask Rook where he is or go and find him yourself when he stumbles through the door, disheveled and grinning goofily, a very attractive, half dressed brunette hanging off his arm. Your stomach drops and you suddenly feel very sick. You convinced yourself to forget about the other way Colson will use to chill out. You look away quickly and sink into the couch, trying to make yourself look as small as you feel.

You know you have no right to be upset. Colson has absolutely no idea how you feel about him or what seeing him with another woman does to your self-esteem so all your feelings of betrayal and disgust are completely unjustified. It doesn’t make it hurt any less though. Especially when the women he usually sleeps with are so fucking gorgeous and confident. You suppose they’re probably so confident because of how beautiful they are and your self-esteem would probably be equally as high if you looked like them.

Colson spots you in the corner, despite your efforts to blend in, and he shoots you a drop dead gorgeous smile and wink that makes your insides quiver. He doesn’t immediately make his way over to you, which hurts just a little bit, but you try to ignore it and focus back on everyone’s conversation around you.

You count to 600 seconds in your mind before finally calling it quits. You stand and say goodbye to Rook, Baze, Slim, Sophie and Ashley as quietly as you can do it doesn’t draw too much attention. You smile at the other people in the circle that you don’t know and excuse yourself to the door and into the corridor, hoping for a quick getaway.

“Hey, Y/N!” Colson calls after you and you cringe at the echo of his voice in the small space.

A few workers from the venue at the end of the hallway turn to watch you both before returning back to their conversations, completely unfazed by either of you.

“Hey Kells, great show tonight,” you turn and smile at Colson as convincingly as you can muster.

“Is that why you’re trying to sneak off without talking to me?” he throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his side. You hold your breath so that you don’t inhale his scent, saving yourself from the torture.

“Well, you looked busy and I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Good thing I spotted you leaving then or you would’ve missed out on your invite to the after party.”

You groan internally as you think of the last ‘after party’ you went to with Colson. You ended up blind drunk, sobbing in his bathroom, wondering why you can’t bring yourself to tell him how you feel. Suppressing your feelings as you watch him bounce from woman to woman, blissfully unaware of how soul crushing it is for you to watch, knowing he could never see you that way.

“As much as I would love to, your concert really drained me and all I want right now is my comfy pyjamas and warm bed,” you lie with a fake grin.

“It’s a shame that I don’t really care what you want!”

Tell me something I don’t know.

“Instead, I’m going to show you what you need. ”

********************

Two hours later, you’re sitting on Colson’s couch playing a dumb drinking game with Sophie and Ashleigh. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re actually having a good time. The fact that it just ended up being your friends and no groupies or VIPs from the back room definitely helped your mood. You’re at the good stage where you’re slightly buzzed but not so intoxicated that the room is spinning and you can feel your hangover coming. Colson and the rest of the guys are behind you, shooting pool and talking about some sporting event that you couldn’t care less about.

Sophie drags you and Ashleigh up off the couch as a song comes on the playlist that she insists you all dance to. You’re laughing and dancing along with her when you hear the guys wolf whistle and cheer your moves. Their gazes give you all a weird confidence that leads you all on top of the coffee table, moving and grinding like a scene from Coyote Ugly. You lock eyes with Colson and that quivering in your stomach returns. As the song continues, neither of you look away and suddenly everyone else disappears and it’s like you’re just dancing for him. You move a little more seductively, dipping so that he would definitely get an eye full of your cleavage, your ass, your full lips.

When the song ends, Ashleigh pulls you off the table with a giggle, slurring something you don’t quite catch because of the pounding in your ears. You chug your drink to calm yourself but it doesn’t have the intended affect. You excuse yourself to make another drinking, slipping off to the kitchen. You pour a little more vodka into your cup than you’d intended but you swallow it anyway.

Why the hell was he staring at me? Why didn’t he look away when I looked at him?

You guzzle your third drink in less than five minutes, a queasy feeling hitting your stomach as the liquid rests in it. You rush to the bathroom, feeling like you might throw up. You hug the toilet but nothing happens, instead you just feel suddenly very drunk, staring down into the bowl. A soft knock at the door tears you away from your staring contest and you invite the stranger in. You assume it might be Sophie coming to check on you but when you look up, all you see is big blue orbs staring down at you with worry.

“You ok in here?” Colson asks, leaning against the doorway.

“Just dandy,” you slur.

Oh fuck, I’m very drunk.

“Did you throw up?” Colson asks with a smirk.

“Pfft, please! I haven’t thrown up since I was a freshman in college,” you brag proudly.

God he looks so fucking hot right now. I should tell him that.

“You look good,” you grin up at him. He frowns for a heartbeat before a small smile graces his lips.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Enough to tell you how sexy you are but not enough to tell you things I shouldn’t.”

Oh fuck, drunk me has no filter. I have to stop talking.

“What things shouldn’t you tell me?” he quirks an eyebrow before sitting down against the wall across from you. He closes the door and you suddenly feel very warm.

“That I think you’re amazing, smart and talented and that I’m pretty sure I’m madly in love with you but that’s ok because at least being just friends with you means I get to be around you and that’s more than enough for me. Until I see you in concert and then I remember how fucking hot that is and it makes me extremely excited, to the point where I have to masturbate in the bathroom afterwards to keep myself from going insane with lust.”

Well fuck, so much for keeping my mouth shut like a good little drunk girl.

Colson stares at you, his jaw practically on the floor as your drunk confession sinks in. It was like word vomit. You knew you shouldn’t be saying any of it but you couldn’t get your brain and mouth to cooperate with each other so everything just flowed out like a river in a flood. You’re slightly too drunk to feel complete embarrassment and the full implications of your actions, instead just patiently waiting for him to speak.

“I…I think you should go to bed a-and sleep it off,” he finally mumbles after a full minute of silence.

“Okey dokey,” you stumble to your feet like a newborn giraffe and make your way up the stairs to one of Colson’s many guest rooms.

You kick your shoes off and shimmy your pants off, slipping under the covers, sleep quickly overtaking you. You drunkenly dream of the sweet blonde man, blissfully unaware of the shit storm you just created in your life.

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 36

A/N: Ende. Konec. Avsluta. Fin. The End. In all of Kev's languages. My babies! Their whole story here for us to re-read forever 🥰

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: absolutely none :)

It’s a hockey filled day in the Fiala household. Luca has his first game of this season and the excitement is palpable in our little boy. The most exciting part is Kevin is in town after a week-long road trip. All of his babies missed him, but knowing Kevin gets to share in Luca’s game, is almost worth the hours of missing him. After, we will head to the Xcel Energy Center to watch Kevin and the Wild battle against the Seattle Kraken

To prepare, Luca insisted the family play some knee hockey. He is trying hard to hone his hand eye coordination. He wants to score flashy goals like his dad and he already knows what needs to be perfected for that. I am playing goalie from my butt while Luca and Kevin duke it out in the middle of the makeshift rink in our living room. The teams were decided on parents versus kids. Needless to say, the confidence in our oldest child is high. He insisted he could carry the team on his shoulders even with his younger sister’s lack of caring. She lazily swings her stick once and a while between twirls all while wearing her Rapunzle dress.

“Interference!!!” I yell as Kevin pins my arms beneath his strong hands.

“Let the kids win, baby.” Kevin laughs while he holds me down.

“No!” I whine at him, trying to wiggle out from my husband’s tight grasp. The kids giggle next to us as Luca shoots the ball into the wide open net. I go limp in defeat and narrow my eyes at my husband. “You’re the worst.” Luca dances around the living room, stick in the air and cheering loudly like his father has been known to do on the ice.

“Champion! Just like daddy!” He yells. Lacey joins him and screams too. It’s not long before the monitor is signaling an awakened baby upstairs.

“You did this. You go get her.” I insist to Kevin. He looks down at me with a wicked smile before inching forward to press our lips together. The kiss is intimate and loving. My stomach flutters in response and when he pulls away, I’m a little dazed. After all this time, he still gets to me.

“You’re right. I did all of this.” He gestures to our three kids and the house we turned into a home. “Made all your dreams come true.”

“Weird, I thought I birthed our children.” I squint at him.

“Yes, but I was there.” I let out a loud, snicker of a laugh, shaking my head at him as I stand.

“Sure. Totally the same thing.”

“We beat you mama!” Lacey sings, jumping up and down while hanging on my leg. Her fierce competitiveness, inherited from her dad, has her proud despite her lack of effort during the game.

“Look at what you’re teaching them.” I wave my arms at Kevin. “That if they cheat, they win in life.”

“Wow. I think you might hate losing more than me.” Kevin chuckles before he disappears upstairs to grab Lena.

Okay, maybe some of their competitiveness comes from me.

I run a hand over Lacey’s brown hair as she nuzzles into my thigh.

“Luca, please pick this stuff up and go get changed for your game.” I encourage him. He yelps excitedly and rushes through clean up before running up the stairs to his room. Kevin comes down a moment later with our sleepy, 9 month old. She’s all red cheeks and warm, soft skin as she clings to her father. Her tiny fist is curled into his shirt as she sucks her nook repetitively.

“Are we sure we are done with adding more of these babies? Look at how cute they turn out!” He proclaims, grabbing a banana from the bowl on the counter.

“I’m done. If you want to birth the next one, you’re more than welcome.” I reach out and rub Lena’s back a few times. She has matching brown eyes like her dad, but more of me comes out in her every day. When she sees me, her plump lips pull apart into a smile that shines beyond her nook. “Ugh, she is so cute tho.”

Thump

Kevin and I both share a concerned glance when we hear the noises that follow from upstairs.

“I better go check on that.” He hands Lena to me and goes to find our oldest.

While Kevin is gone, I set Lena in her high chair with a large bib. I’m cutting the banana into pieces while keeping a watchful eye over Lacey who has moved on to play with her dolls. She’s become so independent since Lena was born. We put her into a small, preschool afterwards as well to help with her socialization. It’s refreshing to see her reach for toys to entertain herself. Gone are the days where she used to cling desperately to Kevin and I.

Kevin and Luca descend into the kitchen a few minutes later. Luca is already dressed in his hockey stuff, which explains the thud we heard. I open my mouth to question the equipment, but Kevin holds his hands up.

“I already tried. He insisted.”

“We are raising Kevin Fiala 2.0.” I joke as Kevin comes around the island, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “Luca, what do you want for your snack before the game?” I ask our son. Kevin’s hands come to my hips and he rests his chin on my shoulder. He sways us gently. I drop the knife I’m using to cut the bananas up. I sigh and settle back into his chest.

“This is nice.” I murmur, reaching up to hold his head against mine.

“I want applesauce.” Luca says to me from where he has joined his sister in the living room. He’s opted to play with his dump truck rather than join in with the dolls.

“I got it.” Kevin places a kiss against my cheek before heading over to the fridge. He pulls out a few pouches and brings them to both of the kids. While he does that, I gather the banana and give it to our youngest. She wiggles excitedly and immediately mashes a piece between her pudgy fingers. Lena is definitely the pudgy baby her father was at this age. I brush her hair off of her forehead. Lena tilts her head up to me and gives me a grin. Her two front teeth have just popped out and I swoon at the joy glinting in her eyes.

“Just one more.” Kevin quietly begs to me when he returns to the kitchen. His brown eyes are wide and sweet.

“Three is enough.” I insist to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. It's a moot statement considering Kevin snipped away the possibility of another pregnancy a month after Lena was born. “We did make perfect babies though.” I wrinkle my nose cutely at him.

“I love you.” He whispers against my lips. I gently wrap my arms around him and pull us closer together.

These days, it doesn’t get better than a day filled with happy babies and Kevin being home.

An hour later, we are sitting in our local sports center, clapping enthusiastically at the chaos of youth hockey below. Luca is patrolling around the ice eagerly, hustling towards the puck. I can’t help but picture him as Charlie Brown on skates. If he was a cartoon, the dirt would be kicking up all around his feet.

“Woo!” I cheer with a clap as Luca gets the puck. I cringe slightly when he’s taken down by another kid who lost his footing. They both are going so slow that they just slide around on the ice. Luca gets up and then stops, reaching down for his teammate to help him up. Luca is considerably better than the rest of the kids. We insisted this to the association, but they refused to let him move up without starting here first. Needless to say, next year will be a big jump for our boy.

The coach blows his whistle to signal the end of the period and I glance to the right. Kevin took the girls to get popcorn because Lacey insisted she was dying of hunger and couldn’t wait one more second without food. She just likes the excitement of getting a treat from the concession stand. Kevin opens the door to the arena for Lacey. She comes bouncing in with a pep in her step, pigtails flopping as she goes, pink jacket swaying in the wind around her. Lena is in Kevin’s arms and points excitedly to the ice. Kevin speaks to her and she giggles as his lips smooch her cheek. My heart swoons in my chest. Watching Kevin be a dad to our babies is so sexy.

My gaze bops around in the stands and I notice the other mom’s, even ones with their husbands, looking at mine as he walks back towards me. Kevin doesn’t even notice the stares. I bite my lip against a grin as one of them waves enthusiastically at him. He gives her a polite nod and continues on to me. I’m pretty sure he has no idea who that woman is. My laugh breaks out of my mouth as another one of the mom’s does the same thing.

“Yum.” Lacey grins at me as she hops next to me on the bench.

“You gonna make it?” I ask her. The hoodie of her sweatshirt is stuck in the collar of her jacket, so I pull it out.

“Yeah.” She sighs out happily. This girl is something else; our vivacious child for sure.

“Making friends?” I joke with Kevin as he hands me Lena when they reach me. I set her in my lap and bounce her on my knees as she watches the action below.

“I have no idea who either of those people are.” He shakes his head in confusion.

“The first one was Stacey. Her son is number 8. The second one is Janelle. Her son is number 5.” I point to the two boys out there. Kevin shrugs his shoulders with indifference. “They think you’re hot.” I point out to him with amused, pursed lips.

“Cool. I’m happily married.” He leans forward and puts his elbows on his knees. He folds his hands together and his brown eyes stare intently at our son on the ice. I keep my gaze on him, eyes dancing along his handsome features. I can’t say I blame the hockey moms. He’s the best looking thing around these parts.

“Yes, Sam?” He murmurs without taking his eyes from the ice.

“Give me a kiss.” I pucker my lips at him. He swipes his tongue across his lips and then places them against mine. I sigh into his mouth and bring my hand to rest on the side of his neck. When we separate, his brown eyes look down at my swollen lips. He leans forward again and gives me a quick peck. “Thank you.” I say as he pulls away again. He grabs my hand from his neck and laces our fingers together before resting our hands on my lap next to Lena. She reaches down and pats his with her mittened glove absentmindedly, eyes still laser focused on the players below. Lena may play hockey, but I highly doubt Lacey will. She’s interested in just about everything else except for the game below.

The game continues on into the next period. It’s more of the same- a large cluster of kids fighting for the black disc. No one ever really gets possession of the puck until Luca does. It’s on his stick and he hustles his little feet towards the net. The group is still in a cluster behind him, falling all over each other. Luca is alone and he winds up for a blistering wrister into the lower corner. The tiny goalie lays down in defeat and Luca does his dad’s one knee pump celebration.

“Oh my god.” I laugh and clap my hands together around Lena.

“Oof.” Kevin shakes his head in acknowledgement.

“This is exactly why I told you to stop running your mouth last week. He watches and mimics everything you do on the ice.” Kevin’s mouth dissolves into a cringe and he shakes his head.

“Noted.”

Luca turns to the stands and looks at us. We can see his huge grin from behind his cage and we all wave excitedly at him.

“Dad! Did you see!?” He exclaims over the glass.

“Yep! Good job, bud!” Kevin yells down to him. Luca’s smile brightens even more and then he’s off to the face off with even more determination. I give Kevin's thigh a squeeze and lean forward to press a kiss to his bicep.

The rest of the game goes by quickly and soon we are waiting for Luca outside the locker rooms. Kevin went in to help him take his stuff off, but Luca insisted he could do it all by himself. When our son comes out, he’s struggling under the weight of his hockey bag. Kevin reaches for it, but Luca pulls away defiantly.

“No. Uncle Matty told me hockey players carry their own bags.” His brown eyes set into a determined look.

“It’s a long walk to the car.” Kevin tries to take the bag again but our son is insistent. “Okay. If you need my help let me know.” Luca nods and then walks ahead of us towards the car. The entire walk, he doesn’t notice Kevin’s fingers holding the back half of his bag up.

“Luca, do you think daddy is going to score tonight too?” I ask him once we have all settled in the car and are on our way home. Lena has already fallen asleep; her little head rubs against the side of her carseat with each bump. Lacey stares out the window at the passing city, daydreaming in her own world.

“Yeah!” He shouts.

“No pressure, daddy.” I grin at my husband who’s eyes don’t leave the road. His lips pull into a dazzling grin though.

When the goal horn blasts through the Xcel Energy Center signaling Kevin’s goal against the Seattle Kraken later that night, Luca is beside himself with delight. Its Kevin’s first goal of the season on the same day his son scored his first hockey goal. The story practically writes it’s self.

“He did it!!!!!” Our son screams at me with such force I’m worried he might pop a few blood vessels in his body.

“So exciting!” I run a loving hand over his hair. He turns back to the ice and watches with absolute wonderment as Kevin heads to the bench for his glove taps. When Kevin is done going through the line, he heads to the ref and asks for the puck from the net. The ref smiles at what Kevin is telling him and hands over the puck from his goal. I know exactly what my husband is planning and I fall even more in love with him at the thought.

The clapping dies down and we all return to our seats. As I lean back into mine, I feel the nostalgia brewing within me. Our seasons are starting to become limited. What once was a guarantee has become a question at the end of each season. Does he have one more in him? What about two? His answer last year was one, but not sure about two. Actually, very few people know, but Kevin has been contemplating retirement after this season. We’ve been discussing it in depth since the end of last season and he feels the time is approaching. He’s still producing at a reasonable amount, but his body has taken a beating after almost 15 season in the NHL. He isn’t recovering like he used to. Mostly, he wants to go out on his terms, not because of an expired contract or worse, an injury.

Then there is our family to consider. Our babies are growing fast and he’s missing so much of their lives. He feels an overwhelming need to be home with us. Every goodbye for a road trip is full of tears, heartache and disappointment. Whenever the decision is made, I know our life without hockey will be strange. Maybe empty at first, but having Kevin home with us full time is something I’ll never say no to.

The Wild decisively cut down the Kraken in a 4-1 victory. By the time the game is over, the girls are tired and I have to practically drag Lacey down to the family lounge to wait for Kevin. Luca is wired from the game, but I know after he sees Kevin, he’s going to collapse into utter exhaustion from his exciting day.

“Dad!” Luca shouts when he sees him. Kevin grins and grabs him into a tight hug. The girls lift their heads to see their dad then settle back into their places- Lacey on the couch and Lena on my chest. I brush my fingers lightly over Lena’s head and watch my boys.

“I got you something.” Kevin murmurs to Luca, kneeling down to his level, He pulls the puck from his suit coat and Luca’s eyes beam in excitement. “So we can remember the night both Fialas scored.” I bite my lip as Luca wraps his little hands around the puck. He’s in awe at the special moment. He won’t forget this night. “I love you, Luca. I’m proud of you.” Kevin finishes and gives him a kiss on his head.

“Mama, look what dad got me.” He bounces back over to me, extending the puck so I can see it. Around the rim is a piece of white tape with the date and scratchy writing that spells out “Kevin and Luca Fiala: 1st goals of the season.”

“Oh, that is so sweet, Kev.” I murmur to him as he leans down to give me a smooch. “He literally almost passed out from excitement when you scored.” I whisper so only he can hear. Kevin laughs at the visual.

“Are all my babies ready to go home?” He wonders. Luca leans against Kevin’s leg and lets out a yawn. He nods his head and then looks at his puck again. “I’ll take Lace.” Kevin gather’s our oldest daughter and holds her to his chest.

We head home with our babies to the house in the suburbs that we built to fill with said babies. Bed time is easy and pain free considering all three kids are down for the count after our fun-filled day. Luca puts himself to sleep while Kevin and I tend to the younger kids. When they are settled in their places, we both enter our son’s room to find him still awake with drooping eyes.

“Goodnight, baby. We love you.” I tell him, kissing his puckered lips. “We are so proud of you. Not only did you score, but you were a good teammate today too.” I emphasize to him. We want him to know that there are more important things than goals and points.

“Love you, mama.”

“Wir lieben dich.” Kevin echos our love to our son in German. We leave the room together and keep his door slightly ajar so the light from the hall creeps into his room, just how he likes it.

“Another day of successfully keeping our kids alive.” I joke and softly high-five my husband.

“Mmm, nailed it. We should reward ourselves.” He reaches around me and gropes my boob.

“It seems like the right thing to do.” I confirm as we enter our bedroom. We both ditch our clothes from the game and re-dress ourselves with pajamas. Kevin keeps his chest bare and I appreciate the view as he walks from our closet. In our pre-kid days, we would have slept naked. We know better than to do that now.

“Ugh, I hurt more and more after every game these days. I think I’m officially old.” Kevin mutters, stretching his shoulder and doing a few circles with his left arm. “This year might need to be it.”

“I worry about you with this decision.” I tell Kevin honestly as he climbs into bed next to me. I’ve voiced this concern to him before, but it feels worth repeating again, especially after he had such an electric night on the ice. “Hockey has been your life since you were 3 years old, skating around with your dad.”

“I’m not worried about it.” Kevin shakes his head at me, pulling the comforter up his chest. I furrow my eyebrows at him.

“Seriously?” I ask him.

He pauses, contemplating his words before he opens his arms to me. I wiggle over to him and lay my head on his chest. The steady beating of his heart feels like home to me.

“I love hockey and I’ll miss it, for sure. But I know the time is approaching. I’ve been able to live a good life because of a sport I grew up playing. Competing in the NHL has been a dream come true. Winning a Stanley Cup. Representing my country. That’s all been incredible. But the only thing hockey gave to me that matters is you. The best days of my life have involve you and our babies. You four are my world. Going on the road this year has been really hard on all of us. When Lacey was sobbing on FaceTime last week because she missed me, it just about killed me.”

“I’m not complaining about having you home more. I would love that. I just want you to know without a doubt that you’re doing what’s best for you.”

“When we got married and started having babies, it was no longer about me. Still isn’t. This is what is best for our family.”

“Wow. If 18 year old Kevin could hear you now.” I murmur, dropping a kiss to his chest.

“Even he would have known better than to fuck this up.” He laughs against my hair, his lips pressing into the top of my head. I turn my face up to look into his eyes. When our gazes connect, I immediately get emotional.

“It’s going to be hard to say goodbye to this part of our life.”

“It will be. But we don’t have to yet.” He reminds me, rubbing a strong hand over the top of my back.

Movement at the door draws our eyes away from each other. The door creeks open before Lacey’s face peeks in. Her eyes immediately go to her dad. She visibly relaxes when she sees him.

“Daddy, ich habe Angst.” She’s scared. Her teeth chatter as she runs quickly across the floor and leaps into him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks against her hair, holding her to his bare chest comfortingly.

“I heard a noise in my room.”

“What did it sounds like?” She makes a squeaking and creaking sound with widened green eyes. Kevin’s eyebrows go up in surprise and he gives me a faux concerned look. “I better go check that out. Will you come with me?” He asks her hopefully. Our girl bravely nods her head and they walk out of the room hand in hand.

When Kevin returns to our room ten minutes later, he is alone.

“Did you save the day?” I smile, reaching out for him to hold me again.

“Yeah. This one was easy.” He says after kissing my lips. “It was her bed moving against the wall when she was turning over. I showed her the noise and she’s content again with her stuffies.” There has to be about 20 stuffed animals on Lacey’s bed at all times, otherwise she can’t sleep. The adult in me cringes at the thought of their beady eyes starting at me in the night. But it’s brought comfort to her and I know better than to mess with Lacey’s routine.

“I’m sure something else will come up tomorrow night.” We both share a knowing look. Lacey will look for any excuse to join us in bed just so she can snuggle up tightly to Kevin. She’s a daddy’s girl through and through.

“I’ll save the day then too.” Kevin murmurs to me. His hands move down my side to my back and then grip my ass. When our lips connect, the baby monitor signals Lena is awake. “No.” Kevin whines. “She’s fine.” He insists and keeps his lips on mine. We make out for several more seconds while Lena cries before I pull away. “Babe. Leave her.”

“Kev, she’s just going to get louder. Then our bed will be full of children and not adults having sex.” I mutter, throwing the covers off and padding around the bed to grab our youngest.

When I enter Lena’s room, she’s sitting up with crocodile tears rolling down her face. I pull her up into my arms and walk over to the plush rocking chair in her room. I grab a fresh nook from the basket on her dresser as her other one has seemingly disappeared form her crib. She sucks on it gently and reaches for my necklace that has all three of our children’s birthstones on it. She fingers the jewels as her beautiful, big eyes begin to flutter shut again. I rock her steadily while patting her butt to encourage her back to sleep. In a few more moments, soft puffs come out of her lips. I hold her for another five minutes, eating up every second of her sleepy snuggles. I won’t have this for very much longer.

Then, my mind wanders to my husband in our bed. His warm body, his defined muscles, his skilled fingers. His mouth. I bite my lip and begin to pull my necklace from Lena’s tight grip. When her hand drops to her chest I stand and place her back into her crib. I rub her back through the transition. When her nook falls slightly away from her lips, I slowly tip toe out of the room. I hustle down the hall to our bedroom. My face contorts in a scowl when I see Kevin. His arm is resting on his head, his eyes are closed and his chest is steadily rising and falling. He fell asleep.

I sigh and lean against the doorframe of our room watching him. His face has certainly aged since we were 22, but in all the best ways. I think back on the first day I saw him. His features were so striking and I couldn’t look away. Then, I couldn’t stay away even when Alex asked me to. Thank God I didn’t listen to my brother.

From the very beginning with Kevin, I knew this was different. I’m thankful that I fought for this in those early days. Even when it was new and unsure- through COVID, and contract negotiations. Those days gave us a Swiss wedding, Stanley Cup celebrations, and the births of our three babies. Through it all, we were always meant to be. Always meant for this beautiful life.

“You going to keep standing in the door way or are you going to come back to bed so we can fuck?” His voice, full of desire, pulls me from my thoughts. He speaks to me without opening his eyes. Slowly, I make my way over to the bed, straddling his lap. His erection builds beneath me as my core pulses for him. I trail my fingers along his bare chest and tease him with soft touches until his gorgeous eyes open to look at me. What I see there is the same all consuming look he gave to me the first time he kissed me on Alex’s front porch.

I lean down and place my lips on Kevin’s. His hand comes to my neck and his fingers grip my face zealously to his.

“I’m so glad we fell in love.” I whisper against his lips.

“Me too. I’m going to love you forever, Samantha Fiala.”

It’s almost unbelievable to me now. How everything about our life has changed since we first met and yet, nothing really has.

Because it’s still Kevin and me choosing each other through it all.

And if that’s what we keep doing, forever will be a breeze.

[litchihikxriclub]

masturbation headcanons for our dear boys???

Zera

His feelings on the matter are a weird mix of being convinced that he's above such "base pleasures" and being so very, very lonely. Fantasizing fills a void for Zera. He can temporarily live in a world where he has whatever he wants, and where intimacy doesn't feel like a trap. He's learned to be quiet during the act, and subtle enough to get away with it even when his mother or brother is home. Since he associates sex with control, though, there's always a faint bit of shame with how weak his needs can make him.

Nico

Not often. Nico lives in a more or less one-room apartment with his mother, so there aren't a lot of chances for him to do that kind of thing. Beyond that, he always feels vaguely shameful when his mind starts to wander during the act— especially when the thoughts reach people he knows. When he does get himself off, it's quick, rough, and more to get it over with than to bring any kind of pleasure. Every so often, he has time while his mother is out on a date, but he's usually too tired to bother with it.

Raizou

Even though his dad has always been openly accepting of how natural it is for "growing boys" to do that kind of thing, Raizou is still nervous. He can't help but feel like he'd be in trouble somehow if he got caught— and anyway, it's way too embarrassing! Raizou has a high enough libido that he ends up doing it anyway pretty often, but he also never stops feeling vaguely bad about it. It's not made better by the fact that he's loud, and absolutely terrible at holding in all of the little whimpers and squeaks.

Kaneda

Riku is highly embarrassed by anything sexual. He has every bit as much of a sex drive as the rest of them, but any attention brought to it makes him want to curl up and die. Terrified of getting caught (and just plain ashamed of his own reactions), he doesn't handle things very often. He's prone to stopping halfway through when the embarrassment gets to be too much, and tends to be pent up because of it. Underneath all of the shame and anxiety, he has some pretty wild fantasies... he's just heavily suppressing them.

Dentaku

He's generally disinterested in that sort of thing. Dentaku tends to be too distracted by his studies to think about his body's needs often, and even outside of that, his body's need for it is low. He doesn't have any issues with getting off when he does need it, but the idea of sexual contact with another person is... a little uncomfortable. So long as it's quick and clinical, handling his body's desires is fine, but Dentaku doesn't like to linger for too long on fantasies— that always ends up killing the mood.

Dafu

Frequently. That's the main word that describes Katsuya's habits. He has a ridiculously high libido— the slightest things can turn him on in seconds, and as a result, he finds every chance to take care of things. And he's a frequent fantasizer. Daydreams and a wandering mind are constant for him, and he's not hesitant to get off to the thought of real people, albeit, those he doesn't know well. He's also a frequent experiencer of "post-nut shame", where all of his horny-brained stupidity comes crashing down hard.

Tamiya

It's kind of hard to do things when he shares a room with his sister, but Hiroshi manages as best he can. There's been a lot of training himself to get off quickly in the usual lukewarm showers because that's all the more of a chance he gets. He doesn't have any particular hang-ups, though, and considers it perfectly normal. It would be nice if he could draw things out a little more sometimes, but the brief moments of pleasure are still a welcome relief from the exhausting day-to-day life that Keikou offers.

Yakobu

He's also one of the more normal ones about the whole thing. Yakobu is overall comfortable with his sexual needs. After all, he's plenty willing to crack jokes about it, even in front of others. He doesn't always have the privacy to deal with things when he wants to, but he's not ashamed of the act at all. It's one nice thing he gets that doesn't require anything but his hand and his imagination, and that's enough of a reason to be fine with it. Everyone jacks off, right? So it's no big deal at all.

Jaibo

He doesn't like to do that kind of thing on his own. Despite a very high sex drive, Jaibo tends to be highly uncomfortable with getting himself off. He'll go to his current obsession for sex whenever possible— even if they're not the one to touch him, he at least doesn't have to think when he's focused on them. That said, he still ends up doing things himself fairly often, out of sheer necessity. It never ends well; past abuse leaves a lingering sense of deeply buried shame that Jaibo can never quite get over.

[storm-driver]

ep 16 : i'm actually gonna write down my thoughts as i watch this one compared to just compiling everything afterwards. reiterating, im watching these in PRODUCTION order, rather than their seasonal order, so this is maternal instict rather than lucky in love.

the cold open makes me wonder why the fentons have like a whole training course in the basement with the ghost portal, and its a training course that seems specifically built for danny, or just another ghost to use? like hoops hanging from the ceiling, giant steel walls that are otherwise impassable. idk, i know it's supposed to showcase danny is getting the hang of his powers and thus he's working on improving his performance, this is probably just for fun more than anything and im jaded for thinking deeply on it

also ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE FUCKING MILES PER HOUR????? GIVE HIM A FEW YEARS AND HE'S GONNA BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER (i cannot remember for the life of me if he ever does that, and i feel it'd be really cool if he does, but that does mean he'd have to go like 7 times his current top speed, which is probably insane)

the gag at the start where jack doesn't fucking notice the mailman is a ghost and throws the dude a nickel, only for it to fly through his hand made me spit out my drink.

danny's physiology is so fucked by the ectoplasm infused in his body that it literally just does whatever he wants if he focuses hard enough and that is a special kind of horror reserved for fanfics. it's wild to see the show just casually do it. i never wanna see it again but also im VERY interested in seeing it again.

i fucking forgot this show made the "SHE'S A MINOR" line before phineas and ferb did, the way i WHEEZED as it hit me, holy shit.

im obsessed with the way danny and vlad throw their powers at each other when maddie isnt looking, like the hatred is painted on the WALLS, and they have to try and play it chill when someone else is in the room. it reminds me of trollhunters when jim and strickler were fighting, and every time barbara looked back, the two were just chilling. but then she'd look away, and suddenly there's a sword-wielding boy and a demon in the living room.

the backwash incident is something i need to know about, but i absolutely do not and i don't know why.

it's actually sad to watch danny repel maddie's affection, but not because he's actively upset or doesn't wanna spend time with her. but she's literally wearing a device that electrocutes him every time she comes into contact, and he can't explain why he needs the space outside of masking it as that "moody teenager" outlet. it does make the latter bits of the episode where his powers are gone feel better, since he isn't being injured by being in contact and actually gets to give his mother physical affection, which is just fucking sweet???? im a sucker for family stuff bro what can i say

the fucking "those are gonna be the worst two minutes of my life" line has the same delivery as the "dude it's an espresso machine" line from the nicktoons unite games, this is just a dumb observation.

the fact that danny gets to sic all the ghost animals on vlad at the end by making them remember that vlad had them all killed and mounted on the walls of his house was fucked up in a fun way, but also, yet another jab at butch hartman's "THEY'RE NOT GHOSTS :c" thwarted again by apparently his favourite episode???? bro literally just ignored his own show's canon ig

overall fun antics episode, the fact that danny got to wail on vlad for making fun of his dad felt earned, especially for getting to bring him down to a level where danny actually stood a chance. it's nice to see maddie and danny bonding, while jazz and jack got a fun B plot in the background.

yknow what I'm cataloging my feelings as i rewatch every danny phantom episode, here we go

[eakdoeseurope]

Alright, it's time to talk about the Day of Driving and Other Mistakes.

On Friday evening, I headed to the Montpellier airport to pick up my rental car. (I wanted to get an early start on Saturday, and car rental places here do not open early, especially on weekends.) They gave me a shiny new Peugeot with a 6-speed manual transmission that I could not figure out how to shift into reverse, but thankfully I didn't have to back up, even when I panicked halfway through a bizarre intersection and thought it was a traffic circle and did something crazy. Anyway, I parked it in a garage near my hotel, looked up how to shift into reverse, and went to bed.

Saturday, I set out nice and early, around 7:30am. I said goodbye to the extremely noisy pigeons who lived in the courtyard outside my hotel window.

Then the drive began. After an hour, I reached Avignon, a city surrounded by a huge wall.

Avignon is home to the Palais de Papes (palace of the popes), a massive 14th-century castle(?) (what counts as a castle? I feel like it counts as a castle) where popes used to... live? Hang out? I don't know. I walked around using the "histopad" they gave out, which was an iPad with an AR program installed that showed you what the rooms looked like in the 14th century. Clearly I did not pay that much attention to the text.

The other famous thing in Avignon is the Pont d'Avignon, a bridge that is no longer a bridge because half of it collapsed, so now it's useful only if you want to get to the middle of the Rhone. There's some kind of tradition about dancing on it? Once again, you can tell I didn't exactly do a ton of research here.

Leaving Avignon was where the trouble began. The turn from the parking lot exit onto the main road was pretty sharp, and I guess I took it a little TOO sharp because I heard a horrible scraping noise and when I looked in the side view mirror, I saw there was a low slate wall jutting out from the corner that I had apparently encountered with the car.

I then spent the 45 minute drive to Gordes in a state of oscillation between "oh my god there's going to be a big scratch" and "it probably won't be that bad, maybe it was just the hubcap?" When I parked by the Gordes viewpoint and finally had a chance to see what I'd done, it was unfortunately worse than I'd imagined. There was a really unpleasant gouge running along the bottom of the driver's side.

Now, I rented the car with my Costco credit card, which theoretically has full damage coverage on international rentals. But a) rental car companies are the absolute worst, b) especially when you don't speak the same language as the people at the branch where you dropped off the car, and c) credit card companies are also not exactly great, especially when it comes to getting them to pay for things. So I have no idea how much of a nightmare this whole thing is going to be.

Anyway, here's Gordes.

When I got to the town proper, I managed to squeeze into a spot in a parking lot. I walked around a little bit and had a nice lunch on a restaurant patio by the center of town. A lot of restaurants in Europe have prix fixe lunch specials, which is a nice way to treat yourself. (I'll post about the food separately.)

Then it was time to get back on the road. Southern France is full of wild poppies, and they're really striking, especially when they grow in fields and form huge swaths of bright red.

Anyway, my next stop was Roussillon, 15 minutes down the road from Gordes, and this is where my nerves really started fraying. The "highways" are absurdly narrow, and at certain points when there were vehicles coming in the other direction I was certain I was going to wind up in a ditch. Then I got to Roussillon, where my GPS directed me down a variety of streets that were barely wide enough to fit my car, and it was unclear if they were one-way and, if so, whether I was going in the right direction. It was also extremely crowded and people were standing everywhere. I was pretty much emitting a continuous stream of "fuckfuckfuckfuck" the entire time I was navigating through the town, until I finally reached the parking lot, which was of course full. (Ideally I would have done this drive on a weekday rather than a Saturday, but this is how my schedule worked out.) I waited around until someone left, took their spot, and once again marveled at the damage I'd done to the car.

Roussillon is known for the ochre quarries on which the town sits. Ochre was used as a red pigment, and the town has lots of shops selling jars of natural pigments, as well as a lot of artists. I would have very much enjoyed my visit if not for how horrifically stressful it was getting there.

From Roussillon I headed to Aix-en-Provence, an actual city with actual streets meant for actual cars. Parking was also a little dicey, but I managed. I went to the Musee Granet, starting with their Jean Planque collection of modern art, which is housed in an old church building. The collection includes a bunch of Picasso paintings, a couple of lackluster Monets, and a single Van Gogh. (There are essentially no Van Gogh paintings in Southern France, despite him living there for his most productive years.)

The past few times I've gotten to see a Van Gogh painting in person, I've been caught off-guard by how emotional it's made me. It feels a little silly to be tearing up over a painting of a vase of flowers, but I guess that's better than being dead inside?

After that I went to the Musee Granet proper, where I got to see some Cezanne paintings, and a special exhibit on David Hockney. (I'll post art separately.) Then I walked along the Cours Mirabeau, which is like a less swanky Champs d'Elysee, and had some chestnut-flavored ice cream, which was very good.

I returned the car at the Aix-en-Provence train station. It was an after-hours return (they closed at 6pm because France) so I did not have/get to explain to anyone what I had done to the car. I took the train to Marseille, got a sad ham and butter sandwich from a Carrefour express, and collapsed in my hotel room.

And that was my day of travel through the Provencal countryside. Would I recommend it? In the off season, maybe. I can't even imagine what it would be like in July or August. I am glad I will not be getting behind the wheel of a car again until I'm back in central Illinois, where the streets are designed for giant SUVs and there are no slate walls waiting to gouge the shit out of my car.

[ch4nb4ng]

Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin��s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

[johnkrrasinski]

started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

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"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.