#nah cuz his lips got me distracted so many time

[vvildside]

eddie has no business to have such a full plump pink lips like that no wonder venom only want him to be his host brah

[noladyme]

You and Me makes Three - Part 1

Lyla moved to San Fransisco for work, and for a fresh start. The standoffish guy across the hall of her sublet peaks her interest in more ways than one; and when he finally opens up, she jumps at the chance to get to know him; and whatever it is his dark secret is.

Eddie Brock x OC Lyla

TW: smut and fluff

1.

I’d found the sublet on craigslist; which I came to regret, when meeting the current tenant. Ziggy – as the guy called himself – turned out to be a long haired ultra-deuche; who’d spent most of our first meeting looking down my top, and talking about his upcoming tour of Illinois, with his band; Dirty Riders. I’d had my share of adventures with guys in bands; but in Ziggy’s case, I could literally smell the perfume from the chick he’d probably banged the night before.

After spending 20 minutes trying to distract me from the task at hand; I finally got him back on track, and we’d come to an agreement on the rent for the 3 months I’d be using his place. It was steep, but after having landed the job at a private school – and having been asked to start the week after – I needed a home; if only temporarily, while I looked for something else.

With most of my stuff in storage; all I had with me the day I was supposed to move in, was a couple of suitcases; and three boxes of essentials – like my books, pens and notes. And of course, my computer – my lifeline.

The neighborhood wasn’t the greatest; so, when I realized the door phone wasn’t working, and the Zigster wasn’t answering his cell, I was lightly panicking. I was standing alone on a street in a new city; with my most valued belongings, and no way to get out of there; as the cab that had brought me, took off as soon as the driver got my last box out of the trunk.

I kept calling Ziggy, and pounding the button for the apartment; but nothing came of it. I sat down on the doorstep, and was just about ready to cry; when a guy in his 30’s, wearing a casual leather jacket, walked up to the door with a key. “Excuse me”, he muttered, pulling out his keys. I looked up at him. It was hard making out his eye-color – blues, greens and browns meshed together to make a color all of its own. I found myself caught up in trying to distinguish the different shades in them; when I realized that he was about to unlock the door, and walk in.

“Hey”, I said. “Do you live here?”. He sent me a friendly but reserved smile; making me also notice his full lips; and the way his front teeth were just a little bit crooked – just enough to make him look interesting. “Yeah”, he said. “I do… Can I help you?”. I let out a relieved smile. “I live here too”, I said. “Or, I’m supposed to… I’m subletting from Ziggy”. He raised his brows. “You’re a friend of Ziggys?”. “Not exactly”, I scoffed. “He’s leaving town for a few months, and is letting me use his place… but the door-phone isn’t working, and he isn’t picking up his cell”.

The man seemed to be having an internal dialogue, before coming to a conclusion. “Yeah. Ok… come on in”. “Thank you!”, I smiled; almost crying in relief. I picked up my suitcases, as he unlocked the door, and carried them inside; after which I got the first two boxes – the man holding the door for me. I thought I heard him mutter “Fine!” under his breath, before he stepped outside, grabbing the last box for me. “Oh crap! Careful, that’s heavy”, I managed to say; before he groaned from the weight of the many books, I’d stored in it. “Shit, no kidding”, he grunted.

He put the box down just inside the door. “Do you need help up the stairs?”, he asked; obviously hoping for me to say no. I smiled and shook my head. “Nah, I’m good. But thanks!”, I said. I stuck out my hand to shake his, and told him my name. “I’m Eddie”, he answered. “I guess we’re neighbors. I live across the hall from Ziggy”. “Thanks for the help, Eddie”, I grinned. “I’m Lyla… by the way”. “Nice to meet you”, he muttered. He walked up the stairs, sending me an inquisitive look over his shoulder.

Five trips up and down the stairs later; I finally had all my things outside Ziggys door. I tried calling him again; and heard a phone ring behind the door. You’ve got to be kidding me! I banged the door. “Ziggy! I’m here”, I yelled. “Open up, you dick”, I added, below my breath. I looked behind me, at what was apparently Eddies door; and saw something move behind the peephole.

I banged the door again. “Ziggy?”. Someone coughed and moved around some stuff behind the door; and Ziggy finally opened; looking at me with a seriously hungover expression. “Fuck. What’s today?”, he rasped. “Wednesday”, I said exasperatedly. His eyes widened. “Shit, beautiful. I’m so sorry!”, he said smilingly. “Come one in!”. “My name is Lyla”, I reminded him, and stepped in behind him. “Lyla-licious”, Ziggy sniggered; making me want to barf violently.

The studio apartment was, if possible, worse than I had imagined. A heavy smell of incense, weed and stale beer hung over the room; and a collection of bongs shaped like female torsos sat on a shelf. Ziggy had decorated the wall over his bed with posters of his own band.

Ziggy scrambled to get his things together. Apparently, he’d not packed up his things for the upcoming tour of steakhouses, coffeeshops and dive-bars throughout Illinois. “Let me just get this…”, he smirked at me; before rubbing himself as close as possible to me to get to a pack of xxl-condoms on a shelf in the kitchen area. “You know, if you need it, you’re welcome to hang around after I get back”. “I’m gonna be pretty focused on getting something permanent set up”, I smiled; swallowing bile. “Absolutely, yeah. That’s so cool”, he said; leaning against the counter I was standing by. “Just let me know, ok?”. He put his hand on my shoulder, and squeezed it. “Sure…”, I said, and stepped back; going to check out the rest of the space.

It was one room – combined livingspace/bedroom/kitchen. A small bathroom with – thank God! – a bathtub; which was going to need some serious cleaning before I’d even put a foot in it. But it was mine… at least for the next three months. It’s not a lot, I thought to myself. But I can work with this.

Ziggy seemed to have his stuff packed up; and was standing in the doorway to the small bathroom; blocking my exit. He had a guitarcase casually hanging from one shoulder. “So… I’m ready to go”, he smirked. I nodded and half smiled. “Keys?”, I said. “Right. Here…”. He handed me a set of keys “If I get any mail…”. “I’ll let you know; once a week, like we agreed”. “Yeah”, he smirked and nodded; looking me over like I was edible. “So, I’ll call you?”. I swallowed bile again. “Yup”, I said, and reached out my hand to shake his. He took it; and held on to it; letting his thumb stroke my fingers. I will tear off your arm if you don’t let go, I thought to myself.

“Take care, Lyla”, he said; and winked at me; before finally moving away from the doorframe; and grabbing his bags to leave. “Shit, I forgot. The guy across the hall… he’s kind a of weird. Be careful, ok?”. “Sure…”, I muttered, and walked after him to the door, closing it behind him. I let out an audible sigh of relief, and put on the door chain.

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I opened the windows, and got to cleaning. An old ashtray shaped like an avocado, turned out to be an actual shell of an avocado; and for the third time that day, I almost vomited. Riffling through some old dusty cd’s of Ziggys, I found a Fleetwood Mac album. “Yes!”, I cried out. At least you have that going for you, Ziggy, I thought – until I realized he’d never unwrapped the cellophane around the cover. I unwrapped it myself, put on the album; and skipped to my favorite song; singing along to the lyrics. “… well, I’ve been afraid of changing, ‘cuz I built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older…”.

Someone knocked on the door. For a second, I was afraid Ziggy had changed his mind about touring, and had come back. I opened the door slightly, leaving the chain on. Outside stood Eddie. “Hi”, I said cautiously. He seemed warmer. “Hey. I think you dropped this in the hallway”. He was holding one of my notebooks. I unlatched the chain, and opened the door fully, taking the book from him. “Weird”, I said. “I could swear I’d packed it in the bottom of one of the boxes”. Eddie smiled nervously. “Well… maybe it jumped out”, he said. “Maybe”, I chuckled. “Thanks”.

He lingered. “The music…”, he said. “I’m sorry. Is it too loud?”, I asked. He shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine”, he said. “Just different than what usually comes out of this apartment”. I laughed. “Yeah… The Zigster seems to have a very specific taste”. “Yeah?”, Eddie smiled. “You should see his collection”, I said. He nodded and smiled crookedly. “Maybe… sometime”.

I noticed the door to his apartment was open. It seemed like the mirror opposite of mine. Just less disgusting. I met Eddies eyes. I still couldn’t figure out the color of them – all I could conclude was that they were… kind. I would have lost myself in them, if he hadn’t turned to walk back into his own place. “Uhm, Eddie?”, I said. He looked at me again. “Could you point me in the direction of a good… grocery store?”. Idiot… He scratched his head. “Yeah, I mean… I do most my shopping at Mrs. Chens, down the street”, he said. “Just don’t tell her you know me. She’ll try to sell you meditation tapes and scented candles”. I laughed. “A scented candle wouldn’t hurt this place”, I said. “Ziggy left behind some pretty gnarly smells”. He laughed. “He’s a… special guy”. Our eyes met again for a moment. Eddie seemed to want to say something else, but then his eyes moved, as if he was listening to something. “I gotta go”, he said; and went into his apartment, closing the door. He's strange, I thought. But something inside me wanted to figure him out.

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The next few days went by without much happening. I finally finished cleaning my new living-space – except for the mattress. I couldn’t get myself to sleep on it, after I’d taken of the old bedding left behind by Ziggy; and finding quite a few stains I didn’t even want to touch with rubber-gloves – so I’d slept on the couch so far.

Once, I’d run in to Eddie by the mail slots; exchanging a friendly helloand a smile. He seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the door, carrying a messenger-bag and a motorcycle helmet. I noticed him opening his own slot. It had E. Brock, written with bold letters on it. Watching him walk away down the hall to the door; I couldn’t help but bite my lip and smile. He moved like he was late for something; but at the same time didn’t want anyone to tell him when he was supposed to get there. Like some kind of internal struggle, I just wanted to unwrap and explore.

Saturday morning, I woke up early for once, craving coffee and carbs. I had neither of those things in the kitchen; so, I got dressed in my favorite jeans and a light, loose t-shirt, to head out and track something down. As I was still new to San Francisco, I wasn’t sure about how the weather would be in October. I brought my short leather jacket. Just in case. I put a notebook and a pen in my shoulder-bag, and was off.

Outside the building I grabbed a free paper to have something to read. I took a streetcar towards the Mission District; enjoying the sunshine and smells from food carts we passed. Hunger was about to take me over; and I opened my paper, to distract myself. The headlines were mostly fluff stories and ads; except for a couple on the murder of a local politician, and animal attacks by the harbor. Some drug dealers had been found with their heads bitten clean off. I winced at the thought; before turning the page, and a new header caught my eye.

Home robberies in Downtown Oakland – Gangs or criminals on city payroll? - Story by Eddie Brock.

I was surprised for a second. He didn’t strike me as a journalist in the traditional sense.

The story was mostly an opinion piece, but was based heavily on facts he’d dug up from interviews with victims, and homeless youth in the area of the robberies. Eddie was questioning the arrests made on young gang members for the crimes; and in stead suggesting that city-leadership was paying crime syndicates to commit the robberies, to be able to gentrify the area. If he was right; this was a big story; so, I was finding it strange to see the story in a free newspaper.

I arrived near Mission Dolores Park; having read about a nice, upmarket coffee shop there; with donuts that the blogger had written were to absolutely die for. They turned out to be less so. After standing in line for 30 minutes; I was handed a stale cup of organically sourced, fairtrade coffee; and a donut that was hard enough to break a window. Stepping outside the shop; I decided to give it a chance; and bit in to it – instantly almost choking on the floury consistency of the pastry.

“They’re not very good, are they…”. I turned to face Eddie; standing with an amused smile on his face. “Nope”, I answered, and spat out the donut-bite into a napkin. “Sorry…”, I said embarrassedly. “No worries”, he chuckled. “If I’d known you were coming here, I’d have told you. They’re vegan…”. I raised my brows at him. “Shit, sorry! Are you vegan?”, he asked. “No”, I shook my head and chuckled. “But I’ve for sure had better vegan food than this”. He sighed and seemed to ponder something. “Come on”, he said, and gestured for me to follow him.

We walked down a narrow street; passing smaller shops and street vendors – some of which seemed to know Eddie, and sent him friendly nods. “You’re popular around here”, I said; walking next to him. He chuckled in response. “I dunno. I prefer buying from smaller shops. Personal touch, you know?”. “I get it”, I said. “Locally sourced, and eco-friendly; right?”. He shrugged. “Something like that”.

He stopped by a small storefront; displaying pride-flags and caricatures of politicians in the window. I knew already that I would like this place. The man behind the counters face lit up. “Yo, Ed! Back so soon, man?”, he grinned. “I know you got that parasite thing, but seriously…”. Eddie looked uncomfortable for a second. “Yeah, Don… this is my new neighbor”. He introduced me, avoiding my eyes. “She went to La Boulange”. Don inhaled sharply through his teeth. “Yikes… New in town?”, he asked. I chuckled and nodded. “Coffee black?”, Eddie asked me. I nodded. “Give us two blacks and a couple of glazed yeast”. “I’ll add some sprinkles for the lady”, Don winked friendlily. Eddie groaned. “Just… don’t make them the green ones”, he said. “I was high for 12 hours straight last time”. I laughed out loud.

We left the store; Eddie politely having paid for our coffees and donuts. Through the window I saw Don point at me, and give Eddie the thumbs up and a wink. “He’s a character”, I smiled. “He sure is”, Eddie answered. His voice was deliciously raspy, and watching him speak I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of trouble his lips could get in to with mine. I had to shake myself out of the thought. “Thanks for this”, I said. “You haven’t tasted it yet”, he said.

I bit in to my pastry. It was carb-heaven in my mouth. “Oh. Oh my God!”, I said, mouth full. “I know, right?”, Eddie smiled. I raised my brows and nodded fiercely. “It’s why I go out of my way to come here every morning”. “Don’t journalists work all over?”, I asked, covering my mouth with my hand, as I was still chewing. He scrunched his brows at me in question. I pulled out the newspaper from my bag. “Oh, yeah”, he said. “I do freelance stuff mostly; but I have a position at a newspaper downtown. Used to write for The Globe”. “New York?”, I asked. “So, why move to San Francisco?”. He shrugged. “I lost the position for… being what I am. An honest reporter”.

I half smiled. “So, a new life”. “Yeah, and a girl”, he admitted. “My fiancée”. My heart dropped; and I did my best not to show it on my face. “Oh! You’re engaged? That’s great!”. “Not really”, chuckled. “I messed that up too… by being what I am”. “An honest reporter…”, I muttered. “And at times a little too cutthroat about it”. He sighed. “It’s good though. She’s good. I’m good. We’re good”.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why am I telling you all this stuff?”, he said and laughed. “Are you sure you’renot a reporter?”. “Nah. I’m just an elementary schoolteacher”, I said. “I do write, though. But not articles”. “What?”, he said earnestly. I shook my head. “Another time. I’m sure you have somewhere to be”. He looked at his watch. “Shit, yeah!”, he said. “Sorry, I gotta run”. “It’s fine. Thanks again”.

He nodded and smiled. “You take care, teach’”, he said. “See you around”. He walked away; scratching his head, and looking back at me a couple of times. I took my time enjoying my donut and coffee; and walked in the opposite direction. Eddie – Be still my beating heart.

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I spent the rest of the morning trying to map out the best way to and from work. As I was starting the next Monday morning, the nerves were getting to me. They’re just 5-yearolds, I kept telling myself. 5-yearolds attending a private school funded by their very rich parents; and some pretty serious sponsors from Silicon Valley. And me without my degree from MIT…

I stopped at Mrs. Chens for some light groceries. Although I’d loved Don’s donuts – and his coffee had been heavenly – I was to anxious to see myself making my way all the way to the Mission District the next day; and I always needed caffeine and access to some kind of breakfast in the morning. The lady behind the counter – Chen, I assumed – seemed nice, though a bit standoffish; and quickly checked out my coffee, bacon, eggs, cheese; and other essentials. “You’re new here”, she said. “How did you know?”, I asked. “I usually only get regulars”, she answered, and narrowed her eyes at me. “I moved in down the street. My neighbor recommended your shop”, I smiled. “Who?”, she demanded. “Eddie…”, I answered timidly. Her face instantly became warmer. “He’s a good boy”, she said. “Tell him to pic up my cousins latest cd. It’ll do him good. As well as his parasite”. That parasite thing again. Weird. I thanked her, grabbed my stuff; and left the store.

I made my way back to the apartment; cranked up the Fleetwood, and danced it out for a while. I’d always done that; when I needed to get something out of my system. It was better than drinking myself into oblivion – and I was out of whiskey.

I was completely oblivious to anything around me, when I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around, arms in the air; and almost died from embarrassment. The door was open; and in the opening stood Eddie.

“Sorry, it was open”, he said; trying to stifle a smile. “Ziggy had a crazy ex kick it down once. It’s always needed an extra push and pull to close properly, since then”. I nodded, blushing. He held up a carton of eggs. “Chen said you forgot this”, he said. “Thanks…”, I said, taking the pack from him. I grimaced. “So… this is embarrassing”. He laughed. “What? The eggs, or the dancing?”, he chuckled. “Ha, ha. Laugh it out”, I said, stifling a smile. “I was enjoying the view”, he said; and glint to his eyes – before grimacing himself. “Sorry… that was… probably crossing a line”. “It’s fine… you’re fine…”, I said; realizing what I’d just said. “Good, I mean. Shit… I do this to clear my head, sometimes. Dance. It relaxes me”.

He laughed. “I just got back from… a thing”, he said. “I need to clear my head a bit as well. Was gonna take a ride up to Coit Tower”. I smiled; my blushing beginning to fade. “That sounds nice”, I smiled. He exhaled. “Yeah… do you wanna come?”. My jaw dropped. “Uh… yeah. Sure. I’d like that”, I said. What the hell, Eddie? Are you asking me out? “Great”, he smiled. “I was gonna take my bike; are you good with that?”. “I don’t have a bike”, I said. He chuckled. “Not that kind of bike”. Right. The motorcycle helmet. “And now I feel like an idiot”, I muttered. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve met the biggest idiots in media, politics and sports; and you look nothing like them”, he said. “You do look like someone who needs to get out of this place for a while”. I smiled; grabbed my jacket; and followed him out the door – making sure it was properly shut behind me.

Eddie grabbed two helmets from his apartment; giving me another chance peak into his place. It smelled nice. Like tater tots and musky cologne. I didn’t know why, but suddenly it was my favorite smell. “Let’s go”, Eddie said; handing me one of the helmets; and we made our way down the stairs.

Outside the building stood a motorcycle. It was clearly well cared for. Eddie got on it, and put on his helmet; gesturing for me to get on behind him. “You should hold on”, he said. I searched for something to grab; and he took my wrists; pulling my arms around his waist. Wow. Ok. Firm. “You good?”, he asked. “Yeah”, I squeaked. He chuckled behind his helmet. “Sit tight, teach’”. He started the bike, and revved the engine; before taking off. “Oh my God”, I yelped; feeling his body shake in laughter in front of me.

I was convinced he took the steepest roads; scaring the shit out of me for the first few miles – before I finally got comfortable behind him. I relaxed my body; and let myself enjoy the view of the city in the dusk – and how close I was to Eddies warm body. I felt his calm breathing; and matched it – soon feeling completely relaxed. We hit a bump, making the bike jump a bit; and I laughed in glee; hearing him laugh along with me.

The drive was over way to soon for my liking. We’d made our way up Telegraph hill; and I got off the bike, taking of my helmet. “You liked that, huh?”, Eddie grinned at me. “Yeah, it was fun!”, I smiled. He looked at me; almost in wonder. “Was that your first time on a bike?”. “I tried it once, for like five minutes; when I was a kid, but kind of. Yeah”, I admitted. “I couldn’t tell”, he smirked sarcastically. I frowned in mock annoyance. “Shut up”, I said. “You’ve never had a better passenger”. He laughed. “Yeah… come on”.

The sun was going down; and we were too late for tickets to get up the tower; but Eddie seemed unfazed. “There’s a good view over here”, he said; putting his hand on my lower back, to lead me over to a railing. “You gonna push me over this thing?”, I joked. “Nah, would be a poor move for a first date”, he said. I looked at him. “This is a date?”, I smiled. He seemed to have an internal dialogue. “I… don’t know”, he said. “Do you want it to be?” I bit my lip. “Let’s see how good this view is; and I’ll let you know”.

The view was stunning. I could see both the lights of the city as well as the Golden Gate bridge. My jaw dropped at the sight. “Wow…”. Eddie looked at me. “Yeah, it’s pretty special”, he said.

I stepped towards the binoculars; searing my pockets for change. “I don’t have a quarter!”, I heard Eddie whisper. “It’s fine”, I smiled at him. “I can see pretty clear anyway”. He looked me, caught off guard. “Yeah. Sorry…”. I leant against the railing. “I could fall in love with this city”, I proclaimed. Eddie smiled warmly at me, walking up next to me – close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his body.

We looked at the views for a while, talking about this and that. I told Eddie about my hometown, and how I’d loved it as well. “So, why did you decide to come here”. “It’s a long story”, I muttered. “Come on, I’ve already seen you dance!”, he chuckled. “You don’t like my dancing?”, I gasped in jest. He smiled. “You really put the oogie in the boogie”, he said. “You’re the most graceful elephant in a porcelain shop, I’ve ever seen”. “So now I’m an elephant?”, I raised a brow at him. He grimaced. “I walked right in to that”, he muttered. “Sorry…”. I smiled at him in forgiveness. “Seriously though. Why’d you make the move?”

I couldn’t help myself. I had to mess with him. “It’s embarrassing”, I said. He smiled encouragingly. “Ever since I was a kid… I’ve always wanted to act. Be in the big movies”. His lips parted, and he looked really uncomfortable. I continued. “So… I decided to give it a shot. Come here; and be near Hollywood, you know?”. I smiled earnestly. “I think I’ve finally got a shot; now that the studios are just down the street”. Eddie looked genuinely sorry for me. “Lyla… I don’t…”, he began. “Eddie…”, I smiled. “I’m kidding”. He exhaled in relief. “Thank God. I really didn’t want to be the one to tell you… You know?”. “I know”, I smirked. “’Cuz we’re a way off from Hollywood here”. I nodded. “About 400 miles. I realize that”. He began laughing, and shook his head. “Is this payback for the elephant thing?”, he said. I shrugged. “Maybe”, I smiled.

He bumped my shoulder with his own. “You’re bad news, darlin’!”, he laughed. “You’re not, though”, I answered. “Tell me; why did your article on those home robberies end up in a free newspaper, instead of some big ass media outlet?”. He sighed. “Not everyone wants to run the hard stories”, he said. “As long as it gets out there…”. I nodded. “I get it”, I said. “Besides, in a free paper the story will get a broader audience, right?”. He shrugged. “I hope so”, he said. “I think it’s an important story”. “Me too”, I agreed.

I told Eddie about my new job. “Private school?”, he grimaced. I laughed. “Yeah, I know”, I said. “Not very socially conscious of me. But the pay is good. And I needed a change”. “What made you move here? The truth this time”, he smiled. “It’s got to be more than the job. You don’t strike me as someone who does things just for money”. I chewed my lip. “I wasn’t in a very good place in my job, or my life”, I admitted.

He looked at me with warm eyes – the color even more indistinguishable in the dusk. I bit my lip; wanting desperately for something to happen. “How’s your head? A bit clearer?”, he said quietly. “Not really…”, I admitted. He let out a quiet laugh, and wrinkled his forehead. “Yeah, me neither”, he muttered. “Can I kiss you? I just feel like I should, you know...?”. I interrupted him by taking his hand. “Yes…”. He nodded and sighed in relief. “Ok. Then… I’m going to do that. Now”. I chuckled; and laced my fingers with his. He stepped closer; putting a lock of my hair behind my ear; before placing his hand on my cheek; letting his thumb stroke my cheekbone. “I like your eyes…”, he said. “Stop talking, Eddie”, I smiled. “Ok”, he said; and finally let his full lips meet mine.

It was soft. Gentle. I parted my lips; letting the tip of my tongue meet his. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me close; and I slid my hands around his neck – letting my fingertips play with the hair there. He pulled his head back a bit; letting our foreheads meet. “You’re… something else”, he smiled. “Something good, I hope”, I answered. “Yeah”, he breathed. “Can I… just… one more time?”, he muttered; before pressing his lips to mine again. I chuckled against his kiss; and returned his enthusiasm. This time there was a bit more heat to our connection. He held on to me; making me stand flush against him. I felt a rush of blood to my core; and my breath hitched.

Someone cleared their throat. Our lips parted, and we saw that we we’re being watched by an elderly couple. “You kids should take that somewhere else”, one of the men said. I flushed red, and Eddie took my hand. “Yeah. Let’s… go”, he smiled.

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Once back at our building, Eddie gave me a hand to get off his bike. We walked up the stairs together, and paused in front of our doors.

“Thanks for this”, I said. “I needed a distraction”. “I’m a distraction now?”, Eddie asked with a smirk. “A good one”, I chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. “Thanks for the… kissing part. I liked that”, he said. “I did too”, I said, before chewing my bottom lip for a moment. “We could do it again… If you want to”. Eddie looked relieved. “I really do”, he smiled, and took a step closer to me. I met him halfway, and leaned in to him, as he cupped my cheek, and our lips met. He took my bottom lip between his own; softly tugging it – and the repeated the process with the top one. My tongue brushed against his lips, and he met it with his own; letting them reacquaint themselves with each other.

Eddie put his arm around me, and I shivered in pleasure, as our hips met; and I felt his body’s very obvious reaction to our kiss. He let out a soft groan; a sound that sent electricity straight to my core. Grabbing on tighter to me, he almost had my knees give in. In spite of his normally withdrawn and almost aloof demeanor – which he’d relaxed somewhat, curing our evening together – he now seemed like he couldn’t get me close enough; almost hungry in his kiss. I was right there with him; ready to throw all inhibitions out the window, and let him take me in that hallway. I literally had to dig my nails in to my palm, to tear myself from the heated moment.

I put my hands on Eddie’s shoulders, and pushed him away as gently as I could. “I’m sorry… Did I hurt you?”, he asked, in a surprisingly concerned voice. “No, Eddie; I’m…”, I tried. “I don’t always know my own strength. I’ll be more careful…”. Eddie seemed unable to stop talking. I put my fingertips to his soft lips – for a short second considering slipping one into his mouth; just to feel him suck on it – and took a step back. “Eddie, you didn’t do anything wrong. Really!”, I smiled. “But, I have this rule… I don’t have sex on the first date”. Eddie’s eyes widened, and he took a step back himself. “No… Of course! I don’t want you to think, I see you as some kind of… I mean, if you were, there would be nothing wrong with that… People can enjoy sex, that’s completely normal… But I would never expect you to just…” I couldn’t help but smile at his flustered babbling, but in the end, I decided to put him out of his misery. I leaned in, and gave him a short kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight”, I said. “Yeah… goodnight, Lyla”, Eddie said. He watched me as I unlocked my door, and I gave him a final smile, before stepping inside, and closing it behind me.

I leaned against the wall, and sighed frustratedly. It felt like everything below my bellybutton was literally screaming at my brain, saying; open the door, and stop thinking so much, you stupid blob of fat and water! I want to play!. I peeked out of the peephole, and saw Eddie beginning to fish out his keys. He looked like he was having a frustrated conversation with himself. He turned and looked at my door, and I quickly pulled back from the peephole. “You’re being an idiot”, I whispered to myself.

Before I knew it had happened, I had opened my door. “Eddie…”. He dropped his keys in chock, and scrambled to pick them up. His jacket and shirt rode up slightly, letting me get a peek at his tattooed torso; only making my resolve stronger. “Yeah! Hey… Hi”, he said, and got up to stand again. “You know, when I said I’d let you know whether it was a date or not…”. “Yeah?”, Eddie muttered. I chewed my lip, and took a deep breath before continuing. “I decided it wasn’t a date… So, technically, I wouldn’t be breaking my rule”. Eddie looked confused for a moment, before his eyes lit up. “Oh… Oh! You mean…”. He seemed unable to finish the sentence; and I felt my cheeks beginning to burn. “I mean, unless you changed your mind”, I muttered. “No!”, Eddie said, taking a step towards me. “I’d like that”.

I let out a pleased sigh, and was even more relieved when Eddie decided to take the lead, and step over to me; instantly capturing my lips in a warm kiss. I put my arms around his neck, and let myself float away in the pleasurable sensations his soft, full lips sent through my body. I’d known this man for less than a week – I could hardly say that I knew him at all – but everything in that moment was perfect; as if we were made to do this. Eddie pressed me against the doorway to my apartment, and let out a guttural groan when I ran my nails through his short hair. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and once again I relished in his taste.

I looked out the corner of my eye at the main living area of my sublet, and frowned. I pulled back slightly, to be able to speak. Eddie moved his kisses down to my neck, and I gasped audibly. “Eddie… Oh, god. That’s… No, stop!”, I rasped. He pulled back instantly, and met my eyes. “What?”, he asked. “The bed in there is kind of gnarly… Can we do this at your place?”, I said. “Yeah, of course”, he smiled, and tore himself from me, to run over and open his own door. I closed the door to my own place – giving it that extra yank it needed – and stepped up behind Eddie. He looked at me over his shoulder. “Sorry about the mess", he muttered apologetically, and opened his door.

Eddie’s apartment was cluttered, but not dirty. I could have sworn I saw a few unwashed dishes by the sink, but when I blinked, they were gone; as if a shadow had whisked them away. He had post-it notes hanging with ideas for stories, and a couple that read things like If you eat it, replace it and Pigeons are not food. “Do you have a roommate?”, I asked. Eddie chuckled nervously to himself. “Nah, I… forget things”, he said, and tore down a note reading No roadkill in the tub!.

I decided against asking, and simply made my way over to the couch, letting my finger run along the back of it. “Do you want some coffee? Or a beer?”, Eddie asked, and moved towards the fridge. I bit my lip, and shook my head. “Maybe… after?”, I said, trying for seductive; and failing miserably, when I tripped over a stack of papers on the floor. Before I knew what happened, Eddie was next to me; catching me before I hit the floor. “Wow… you’re fast!”, I said. “I… did track in high school”, he said. “You were all the way over…”, I began.

Eddie pressed his lips to mine, to shut me up, and soon I was forgetting all about the ten feet he’d traversed in less than a second. As quickly as I could, I shed my jacket, and Eddie’s lips once again travelled down my neck. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and couldn’t help put squeeze his biceps; finding them as firm as I’d imagined. As Eddie latched on to my pulse-point, I let out soft moan; and was rewarded with his hands moving down to my butt. Giving them a tight squeeze, he suddenly lifted me up, and made me put my legs around his waist. “Let’s move over here”, he muttered, and walked us over to the bed in the corner; gently setting me down on it.

We both began tugging at each other’s tops at the same time, but after chuckling at each other; we silently decided to take care of our own clothing. After I’d shed my tank-top, I kicked off my sneakers while Eddie took off his boots. We kept eye-contact as much as possible, and I saw nothing but appreciation in his gaze, as he saw me get more and more undressed. I was enjoying the sight of his bare torso as well; wanting nothing more than to bury my face in the soft hairs of his barreled chest. I pulled off my jeans – leaving me in socks, bra and panties – and moved back on the bed. Eddie raised a brow at me, and shook his head; and once he had gotten rid of his own pants, he grabbed my ankle, and pulled me closer. I yelped in glee as my groin met his, and he pushed me to lie back. I managed to reach down, and hook my finger into the waistband of his boxer briefs; but Eddie grabbed my wrist. “We got all night…”, he said. “But…”, I said. “Relax”.

He smirked mischievously, and kneeled down at the foot of the bed, and ran his palms up my thighs; leaving goosebumps in their wake. As he left a soft kiss on the inside of my left thigh, while his fingertips stroked circles on my right one. My breath hitched, as his warm breath travelled up to my warmth. I was ready to scream by the time his soft lips left an openmouthed kiss on my covered folds. “Please…!”, I whined. Eddie chuckled, and I felt his tongue lick a broad stripe against the lace covering my throbbing, most sensitive parts. Once again, I tried to take charge, by grabbing his head; but he grabbed my wrists, and forced them down my sides. “I really don’t want to have to hold you down”, he chided. “I kind of need my hands for what I’m about to do…”. I let out a frustrated groan, and relaxed my arms as much as I could. “Good girl…”, Eddie hummed, and let go of my hands. I threw my arms back, and grabbed for one of the pillows above my head, and dug my fingers in to it, to keep from getting in the way of Eddie’s work on my privates again.

With agonizingly slow movements, Eddie hooked his fingers into my panties, and pulled them down my feet. He held them up with one finger, and gave me another smirk, before flicking them away. They landed over his open laptop, and we both laughed for a moment; before Eddie once again lowered his face. The last thing I saw before throwing my head back in pleasure, was Eddie’s pleased eyes widening at his upcoming feast. His perfect mouth closed around my folds and clit, and he gave me a deep suckle, before flicking his tongue over my clit. “I know…”, he muttered. “Come again?”, I croaked. “I’m just enjoying my meal”, Eddie replied, blushing adorably. “Ok… Uhm… well, contin… Oh my god!”. Eddie had entered me with two fingers, and began moving them in a come-hither motion, while sucking hard at my nub. Letting out a growl against my wetness, Eddie soon had me seeing stars. As his fingers worked on my most sensitive spot inside, his tongue moved in a zigzag pattern between my folds; going up and down, and never forgetting to give my clit a languid stroke when he reached it. I put the pillow over my face, and cried out in pleasure, as Eddie worked me towards a mind shattering orgasm. Everything went white, and I’m pretty sure I floated above the mattress for a few seconds; as if something was lifting me in the air.

I was panting into the pillow and shaking all over, as I came down. “Don’t do that!”, Eddie grunted. “What?”, I muttered through the pillow. Eddie climbed up my body, and pulled it away from my face, looking flustered. “Just… don’t cover your face. I want to see you”, he said. “Ok…”, I said.

We smiled at each other, and kissed again. I could taste myself on his tongue, and enjoyed it more than was proper. Eddie laid down between my legs, and pressed against me; making me leave a wet spot on his boxers, from my still glistening folds. “Let me just get these off”, he smiled, and pulled down his underwear; and letting his erection spring free. I smiled in appreciation, and took a hold of my new friend; gently beginning to stroke it. “That’s… that’s nice”, Eddie said, straining to keep his composure. “A bit harder, please”. I tightened my hold, and received a deep moan in reply. “Condom?”, I asked. “Shit, yeah”, Eddie said, and reluctantly pulled himself out of my grasp. As he got off the bed, and ran over to search one of the drawers in his dresser, I snapped open my bra, and took it off. When he turned around to face me, with a foil packet in his hand, his jaw dropped at the sight of my mounds. “That is… Those are very nice”, he croaked. I chuckled, and pulled off my socks; wanting to be completely naked. “Oh, right!”, Eddie said, and tugged his own socks off, one at a time; losing his balance, and falling on to the bed next to me.

I nabbed the foil packet from his hand, and opened it carefully, pulling out the condom. Straddling Eddies legs, I closed my fingers around the tip of the rubber, and held it to the head of his penis. I rolled it down a little, before lowering my head, and closing my mouth around it; rolling it the rest of the way with my lips. Eddie let out a gasping groan, and looked down at me with wide eyes. Once the condom was all the way down his hardness, I released him from my mouth, and sat up; smiling sweetly. “Where did you learn that?”, he asked. “While you were doing track in high school, I was under the bleachers; doing other kinds of workout”, I shrugged. “It’s an interesting talent”, he chuckled. “I have many more”, I said, raising a brow at him. “I’m sure you do”, Eddie smiled, and grabbed the back of my head; pulling me in for a hungry kiss.

I was flipped onto my back, and Eddie placed himself at my entrance. “Yeah?”, he said, searching my eyes for the go-ahead. “Please”, I said, unable to hide the pleading tone in my voice. Eddie gave me one more deep kiss, and as he did, he pushed himself inside me; bottoming out in my warmth. We both moaned deeply as we were conjoined, and Eddie began moving slowly in and out of me. “You’re so warm… and tight!”, he gasped into my ear. “You fit perfectly”, I panted, and moved my hips to meet his every thrust. “I do, don’t I…”, Eddie chuckled. “Holy… wow”. I locked my leg around his hips, and Eddie grabbed my other leg; hooking his arm under my knee. With ever thrust, the head of his penis brushed against my g-spot; but even just the friction against my nub, and the feeling of his velvety hardness brushing against my walls, were enough to make me whimper in pleasure.

After a while of moving together slowly, I felt my walls beginning to quake; and Eddie’s face lit up. He began thrusting faster and harder, and soon I was crying out in ecstasy again. Every atom in my being felt like it was exploding, and I came around him. “Yes!”, I cried out, and Eddie laughed, seemingly overjoyed that he could make me feel this way. “Fuck, you look beautiful when you come”, he grinned. My hair was a tussled, and I was pretty sure my makeup was a mess, but I took his words as truth in that moment; convinced from the expression on his face, that there was no way he could be lying. “Thank you… for that”, I gasped. “And for the orgasm. That was pretty awesome too”. We laughed together for a moment, before Eddie leaned down, and kissed me. “Are you good to continue?”, he asked. “Don’t you dare stop!”, I exclaimed. “Ok… Turn around, then”.

He pulled out of me – leaving me feeling empty and wanting more – and grabbed my hip, to make me turn over. I got on all fours, and once again felt Eddie probing my entrance. He pushed into me with a pleased sigh, and began moving again. He shifted between fast and slow; as if every time he picked up speed, he willed himself to slow down again. “It’s ok. I can take it”, I said. “Alright”, Eddie panted, and let out a groan, as he slammed in to me. I feel forwards on the bed, landing on my chest; and felt my backside lift with every one of Eddie’s thrusts in to me. “… just go to sleep!”, I heard Eddie behind me. “I’m not…”, I said. “What?”. “I’m not asleep. How could I be?” “Oh… No, yeah; of course!”.

He snaked a hand underneath me, and expertly began stroking circles against my clit. I was soon, once again, feeling the familiar rush of an impending orgasm. “I’m gonna…”, I rasped. “Again?”, Eddie panted; still thrusting in to me, and having found the perfect rhythm for the both of us. “Uh huh…”, I whimpered, and turned my face into the mattress; crying out in pleasure. My walls contracted around Eddie’s hardness, and moments later, he let out a rasping groan; and came.

I was trying to regain my breath, and still feeling my muscles clenching throughout my body; as Eddie pulled out of me. He placed a soft kiss to the back of my neck, and got off the bed, to rid himself of the condom. I pulled at the sheet, wrapping it around me, as he returned to the bed and slipped his boxers back on. He looked satisfied, but also a bit frustrated, and I quietly excused myself to the bathroom, to clean up.

Through the door, I heard him shuffling around the small apartment, and seemingly talking to himself. “… stay out of it… was a me thing… I don’t need that”. I was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable at the situation; and must have been stood for quite a while in the small bathroom, because suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Are you ok in there?”, Eddie called out. “Yeah!”, I replied, quickly finishing my cleanup, and washing my hands. I stepped out into the living area again, and gave him a half smile. “Uhm… are youok though?”. Eddie leaned in, and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, before stepping over to the fridge. “Of course… I’m awesome”, he said, and got out two beers. “That was great!”. I examined his face, and couldn’t help but frown. “Ok… You just seem a little out of it”, I said, and accepted the drink. “Are you regretting…”. “No!”, Eddie exclaimed, his eyes wide and earnest. “Not at all… I just get in my head sometimes”. “Ok…”, I muttered.

Eddie sighed deeply, and took my hand. “Come on”, he said, and pulled me over to sit on the couch. “That… what we just did; that was really great. You were great”. “So were you”, I smiled, biting my lip. “Yeah?”, Eddie said; a slight pink hue to his cheeks. “Thanks…”. As I took a welcome sip of my beer, he merged his fingers with my free hand. “I’d like to do it again… If you’re good with that”. “I’d like that”, I said. We sat for a moment in silence. “Do you wanna stay the night?”. “I should get going”. We’d spoken at the same time. “Oh… Well, if you wanna go…”, Eddie said. “I just thought – seeing as you said the bed at your place wasn’t that great – maybe you’d want to sleep somewhere else”. “The couch isn’t much better”, I chuckled. “Are you sure though? I don’t want you to think you have to…”. “I’d like you to stay”, Eddie said. I felt my cheeks burn. “Ok… I’ll stay”, I said.

Eddie lit up in a grin, and leaned in to give me a warm kiss. “I’m happy you moved in across the hall”, he said. “Me too”, I smiled. “Me three…! Too!”, Eddie said, his voice having shifted from deep, and back to his raspy tone within seconds. He cleared his throat. “Sorry… My throat is a bit dry”, he said, and took a deep swig of his beer. I frowned in confusion, but decided to let it go. We had just spent a good while exercising, and my own throat was a little dry as well; and I took another sip of my beer.

We sat for a long moment in silence, sipping at our bottles, and smiling warmly at each other; before Eddie frowned deeply. “I have to tell you something”, he said. “And… You might change your mind about staying”. I felt a shudder go through my body, suddenly worried where this was going. “What is it?”, I croaked. Eddie took a deep breath, and blew it out. He took my beer from me, and put it down on the coffee table, next to his own. Taking both my hands, he looked deeply in to my eyes. “Here goes… Uhm… Wow, this is hard”, he said. “Just tell me”, I said, trying for calm and encouraging. “Ok… I snore… And not in the cute way”, Eddie said. “I give the streetcars a run for their money, when it comes to noise”. I instantly began laughing in relief. “That’s it? You should hear me!”. Eddie raised his brows at me. “I’ll bet you 20 bucks and a donut from Don’s, I can outdo you”, he said. “You’re a journalist. Don’t you have a Dictaphone?”, I asked. Eddie sprang over to his messenger bag, and pulled out a small recorder. “Let’s do this!”, he exclaimed.

I got to my feet, and followed him over to the bed. Unwrapping myself from the sheet, Eddie gave me a sly smile, and pulled me in for a deep kiss – running his hands up and down my sides – before he let me crawl onto the bed. Once I laid down, he crawled in next to me, and put the sheet over the both of us. He clicked the record button on the Dictaphone, and put it by the bed: before pulling me in to his arms. I cuddled up against him, and let his warmth lull me; feeling suddenly very tired. “Goodnight, Ed”, I whispered. We gave each other a soft kiss. “Goodnight, Lyla”, he replied.

I was already halfway asleep, when something tucked us in; pulling the covers over us. “Eddie?”, I yawned. “Yeah?”, he asked hesitantly. “Was that you?”. “Yes!”. “Ok. Goodnight”. I was out.

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

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Chapter Sixteen

Please Don't Turn The Light Out (I Don't Think The Conversation's Over)

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Janus walked into the Dark Side's common room and, upon seeing Remus on the couch, put his hands on his hips.

"And where've you been?" Janus pursed his lips. "Because I wasn't bawling my eyes out like a damn baby in front of everyone."

Remus stood up and bounded over. "Ooh, did your eyes fall out and roll away! You always told Virgil that's what'd happen if he kept rollin' his eyes but I tried that and it never happened. I'm starting to think you're a liar!” Remus joked.

"Me? A liar?" Janus scoffed. "Why I would never lie to you." He placed a hand on his chest dramatically.

Remus cackled. "Yeah, okay, Janny… oh! I didn't stay around 'cuz gross, but it sounded like y'all were going goo-goo eyes over each other. Should I expect an announcement?" Remus wiggled his eyebrows.

Janus rolled his eyes fondly. "If you're asking if I'm in a relationship with Roman, Logan, Virgil, and Patton… then the answer is yes."

"Absolutely disgusting… congratulations!" Remus paused and a strange look came over his face as he sobered uncharacteristically fast. "Can… do you have time to sit with me for a minute? I… I wanna talk to you about something."

"I have time. I will always have time for you, Remus."

Remus made a noncommittal sound. "I— right."

Janus sat on the couch but couldn't help but notice the rather large gap Remus put between them as he also sat down.

"Soooo... you're leaving then." It wasn't a question, not the way that Remus had said it. Not when he had said it so resigned, matter of factly. The fact that Remus actually believe that, hurt worse than any lies ever could.

"What of course no—"

"Nah it's alright, Snakebutt. It's ok— well, it will be okay. Of course I'll fucking miss you, you fucking bastard. But I'm glad you finally got you a family."

"What?! No! I'm not just leaving you, Remus."

"Hey, it's whatever, Fartface. Have fun pulling a Virgil."

"I am not pulling a Virgil!"

Remus sighed, shaking his head sadly. "Janny… you're emphasizing the 'not's. You're lying. Just tell it to me strai— welll, not straight obviously, but tell it to me without lying. You don't have to pretend. I've got my big boy birthday suit on."

Janus was surprised to find tears forming in his eyes. "I— I'm not lying! I'm not leaving you here. I won't abandon you!" The tears rolled over and down his cheeks as Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise at Janus' outburst.

"Shit, Janny, don't cry. I didn't mean t—"

"Please! I won't do that to you. If I go, you're coming with me! They're willing, Remus. We're not going to be hated anymore. I promise." Janus laughed, albeit wetly. "And if they do hate us then fuck them. I'd burn this whole place down before I'd let them hurt you."

"Holy fuck. You're serious. I…" Remus' mischievous grin was back, and although he'd never say this out loud, Janus had missed it. Seeing Remus serious was, well… unsettling to say the least. "You sure we can't burn this mofo down anyway? Please? Please, Janus Snakeface the third! Please please please please! Ugly please with pickled poo logs on top!"

Janus took Remus' brief distraction to subtly wipe at his eyes.

"Please please please please please pllleeease!!"

"Alright, alright fi—"

"Yay!!!" Remus quickly summoned a big box of matches.

"No! No wait! I wasn't distracted. You absolutely should burn the Mindscape down!" Janus exclaimed, opposite-speak slipping into his voice without his permission.

"Awwww, you're no fun. Logan lets me burn shit."

"Not in a controlled environment, I presume."

Remus sighed loudly. "Yeah, he has 'all' these 'boring rules' that are 'for the health and safety' of 'everyone' but that's boring!"

"Wh— why didn't you use so many air quotes?"

"Oh! It's a habit I picked up from Logan, the, unfortunately not, stinky man!"

"And do you know… how to use air quotes?"

"Nope rope!"

"Ah, I figured as such." Janus frowned. Wait a second. "I know what you're trying to do."

"And what would that be, Janny-Fanny?"

"You're trying to distract me from how you thought I was going to just abandon you!"

"Yeah… can't get nothin' past you. I… I'd understand though. It's nice up there, and I'm… a little too gross for some people at times. I… you'd still visit, right? It wouldn't have to be very often or long!"

"Remus—"

"Just pop in for a few minutes, say hi, make sure I didn't set fire to the subconscious again, and then you can be on your merry little way. Course then you'll start coming less and less and less and less and less often…" Remus turned his head to the side staring blankly at the carpet.

"Remus, what's… what's going on? This seems… a bit worse than your usual bad day."

"I… I don't know. I just woke up weird and have had this nasty, and not in a fun way, feeling in my chest and it's suffocating me and then you… when you said… and you're leaving, I just— didn't know what to do." Remus looked down at his hands and started tracing shapes on them. "I want you to go 'n be with them and be happy… I do! I just… don't wanna be forgotten. Please… please don't forget about me. Just, promise to visit me once every two months o— or whatever."

"Wh—"

"Just so I know when you eventually stop coming! I mean, there's no point waiting around 'n hoping you'll visit when really you just forgot and are never gonna come back again and I'm just sitting there waiting and, a— and… and. Y— you know, actually, um, you don't even haveta visit at all!"

"Remus!"

"I—" Remus took a deep breath, slumping his shoulders. "Just… let me finish. I— please, Janus."

Janus sharply inhaled. Remus never called Janus by his proper name. Ever. He'd always called him 'Janny' or some nickname — usually revolving around snakes or something gross. So Remus calling him 'Janus', it was… well, let's just say a slap to the face would've hurt less.

"Just listen for a few minutes, then y— you can… you can go," Remus looked at his twisting hands, oblivious to Janus' tears, and continued, "But I… I need to say this. It's… it's important. We've h— we've had fun but… but it's o— over now."

"No." Janus couldn't remember a time when he'd ever sounded so strangled and broken, and with everything that'd happened to him, that was truly saying something. "I— Please, Re. Don't… don't do this."

"You don't need me. I belong here. In the dark… by myself. You don't though. So… 'm glad you can leave. Go—" Remus shakily scrubbed underneath his eyes. "Go to where you belong, go bask in the light and warmth of the Light Side of the Mindscape and l— leave me h— here."

"What the fuck are you talking about?! I came to— I just…" Janus took a deep breath. He couldn't help Remus if he was too worked up. "Do… do you actually think I'd just leave you?"

"...No. You wouldn't. I knew t— that. I just— just want… I— you should be happy. I want you to be happy, 'n I can't stop thinking about how much h— happier you'd b— be without me… how much happier everyone would be."

"Oh, Remus."

"And I know… I know that's n— not true but, fuck! It's just so hard to drill it into my head and actually believe it. My stupid sewer brain just won't fucking stop, and I don't— I don't know what to do, J. I— Logan tries, God, he's tried so hard but I'm… I'm just like this. I can't be fixed. Alone is… better, for… for e— everyone."

"No," Janus murmured. "No, it's not better. We'd miss you. Gods, we'd miss you so fucking much." Janus' voice got impossibly softer. "I'd... miss you. I— fuck." More tears ran down Janus' already wet face, despite his desperate attempt to wipe them away. "I really like having you around. Even if you didn't make us better, which you do, I'd still want you to stay around. You're so important to me. I— I genuinely don't know how I could've ever gotten through the things I have w— without you."

Janus paused for a moment, only able to semi-successfully collect himself before continuing. "Because like, I… I used to think the same way. I used to think that alone was better… but I was wrong, it isn't better. It's worse, so so much worse. It's lonely and miserable, and you just feel like there's no point to anything."

Remus finally spoke up, voice not above a whisper. " 'N everything's dull, 'n heavy, 'n grey."

"Exactly, it… it feels pointless. Like you try and you try, day after day, only to just scrape by. It's really frustrating and disheartening, and… and you just feel so alone. But it's not true. You're not alone, and it's not pointless. Even if you get absolutely nothing done, that day wasn't pointless. You didn't waste it. Not every day needs to be productive. Sometimes things are overwhelming and you need to take a break. You can't do everything, and hell you shouldn't try to. You'll burn yourself out… I think I got a bit off topic but you know what I'm trying to say, right?"

"Yeah, I— I do, and you're right. But I just… I just feel like I should be able to do stuff. I should be able to get out of bed and take care of myself. But for some reason… for some reason, I just can't. And I— I don't know why I'm so lazy. I should be able to do stuff… so why can't I? Why can't I just do things like other people can?"

"Remus, remember what we've said? You aren't lazy, you have depression. And when you have depression, sometimes things just take more effort for the same or less results than your peers. And yes, that can be extremely frustrating, not being able to do the same stuff or same amount of stuff as other people. It's… it's especially frustrating when you can't get yourself to do stuff that you've done before. You feel like you should be able to do stuff, but there's just some sort of a block in the way. But Re, that's not laziness. You're doing the best you can, and that's good enough. You will always be good enough."

Remus sobbed and tried to speak but only a croak came out. Remus' stimming got rougher than Janus would prefer, nail raking over his palms.

"It's alright, Remus." Janus reached forward, offering one of his hands for Remus to hold. "You're okay."

Remus took the proffered hand and scooted closer, tears still running down his cheeks. "T— thanks."

"Of course…" Janus took a deep breath. "Just breathe, Remus. Just breathe and listen, okay?"

Remus shakily nodded.

"Good... Oh, and don't think I didn't hear you call yourself stupid earlier. You absolutely aren't stupid. Do you know how much time and patience it takes to make Rube Goldberg machines? Even if they don't quite work, it's very impressive. And when they do work? It's downright amazing! I mean, you made one that covered Roman in glitter, and it was activated just by him sneezing! And you set it up without him even noticing...

"I just— you've got the problem-solving kind of smart, you've got the emotional intelligence kind of smart, and you've got the just like, general knowledge. For example, I mean, the amount of just disturbing facts you know is actually mind-blowing. You're smart. So smart, Remus."

"W— wow. You're r— really bringing out t— the big guns, huh?"

"If that's what it takes for you to realize that you're trashy in a fashionable way, and not a piece of trash like worthless, then yes. You're important to me, Remus. I… I don't want you to feel shitty. So I'm here to say, and make sure you know, that you're not stupid, or lazy, or any of the mean things your brain tells you. And you may not believe that yet, but I'll just keep saying it. I'll believe it even when you can't… especially when you can't. You're… gods, you're so amazing, Remus."

"O— oh. Shit, Janny. You makin' me get snot and tears on my shirt!" Remus exclaimed, tears still streaming down his face as he released Janus' hand to wipe his nose on his sleeve.

"Okay, I— I don't think the snot is entirely my fault though," Janus said as Remus blew his nose on the other sleeve.

Remus laughed, but sounded more like a sob. "Okay, J-anus."

Janus blinked in confusion. "Actually, didn't I give you some handkerchiefs?"

"Oh, um… yeah, y— you did." Remus looked away, awkwardly picking his nose.

"It's alright if you forgot about them, or don't like them, or the texture of them, although I thought I had taken that into account—"

Remus looked at Janus, wide-eyed. "No, they're great! They're… they're perfect, actually."

"Oh, I had hoped so— er, sorry. It… it doesn't really matter."

"No, it does! Stuff you like matters, really. I— this may be mushy-gushy but… that's actually why I don't use them, they're perfect. And I mean, you fucking embroidered them, Janny. You personalised the hankies design for each of us. Like how fuckin' fancy is that? Of course I'm not gonna wipe my nasty snot on that."

Janus remembered, rather fondly, carefully picking out a design for each of them — Virgil's handkerchiefs all had a dark purple spider design on light purple fabric, Remus' had a dark green octopus on light green, and Janus' had gold snake on light yellow. They may not have been perfect but Janus felt sentimental about them. Apparently he wasn't the only one, first having gotten a glimpse of one of Virgil's in a frame years ago, and now Remus, who also didn't use his.

"O— oh. I— Remus, I can make you some plain ones if that's the case. It's a bit stupid but I... I thought maybe you didn't like them."

"No, Shithead," the way Remus said the would-be insult was nothing but affectionate, "It's the opposite actually. I keep them carefully folded in my drawer because I love them and don't wanna accidentally mess them up."

"Oh, Re-Re." Janus was surprised that the old nickname slipped out and, judging by Remus' face, he was too.

"R— Re-Re, huh? Is been awhile. It's… it's nice."

"I— yeah, it really has been awhile. It's been… what, years?"

"Yeah."

"Way too long."

"Much."

"...I really will get you some snot worthy hankies though."

"Good, 'cuz I've been having to use my shirt sleeves and butt paper!"

Janus shook his head fondly. "Why must you call toilet paper that?"

"Would you rather I think up a worse one? 'Cuz I'm sure I can!"

"No! No, I, uh, I'm fine with butt paper actually."

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer, um… ass tissues?"

Janus snorted. "Quite sure. I'll stick to toliet paper, thank you."

"Oh, well. Suit yourself!"

"I will." Janus' smile was a lot softer than he'd ever admit, but he didn't care. It was good to have Remus back to his usual disgusting self. "Now stop deflecting with your potty talk and give me that hug I know you've been holding back."

Janus' smile only grew as a warm body slammed into his own.

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"Guess who's here, Sluts!" Remus called out as he and Janus walked into the Light Side's living room.

"Oh, hello! We were just about to send out the rescue party, thought maybe you'd fallen in the toilet," Roman joked.

"Oh, haha," Janus sarcastically said, unable to keep himself from smirking.

"Janus, you're back!" Patton beamed. "We missed ya, Kiddo. And hello, Remus! How are you?"

"Handy, dandy, and jackin'a'nanny!" Remus wiggled his shoulders.

Patton scrunched up his nose. "...What?"

"Best not to question it," Janus said. "And I'm speaking from personal experience. Anything Remus says that doesn't make sense… just, don't overthink it… Oh," Janus raised an eyebrow dramatically, "Glad to see that Roman didn't murder Virgil in my absence."

Virgil stuck out his tongue at Janus, who quickly returned the favour.

"Oh my goodness, you were right, Roman!" Patton exclaimed. "He really does do the baby blep!"

"I…" Janus crossed his arms and distinctly didn't pout.

"Aww!" Patton clapped his hands together.

"Hehe, he a pouty baby." Remus only giggled as Janus didn't deepen his pout. "Oh! Hey, Lo-Lo, guess what?!"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Dear?"

Remus bounded over and plopped himself down on Logan's lap, who quickly wrapped his arms around Remus and pulled Remus to his chest. "I love you, Lo-gin And Tonic!" Remus squirmed as if it would possibly get him any closer to Logan than he already was.

Janus walked over at a much more subdued pace, sitting in between Roman and Virgil. Patton sat on Janus' far right, cuddling with Roman, and Logan with Remus on his lap sat to Janus' far left, next to Virgil.

Logan hummed and kissed the top of Remus' head. "I love you too, Dear."

"I love you. I love you. I love you!" Remus continued to bounce with energy. "I love. Love love love love love love!"

"Ah, I see. Feeling a bit high-energy, are we?"

"Mmm!" Remus buried his face in the crook of Logan's neck, continuously repeating the word 'love'.

Logan continuously rubbed wide circles into Remus' back with his hand, letting Remus get his excess energy out. Remus' mumbling got quieter and quieter until he finally stopped, blinking slowly as he wearily looked around the room.

"Feeling a bit more calm now?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, thanks, I just get— well, you know."

"It's alright, Dear. I understand."

"Oh!" Remus sat up a bit but still heavily laid against Logan. "I almost forgot, congrats on the finally getting your shit together! I mean, it's just so cock-a-hoop that y'all finally got your head out of your asses and started shoving your tongues down each other's throats!" Remus exclaimed, energy level seeming to be balancing itself back out to usual Remus levels.

"I— it's what now?" Roman wrinkled his nose. "Stop making up gross words."

Logan adjusted his glasses before slipping his hand back around Remus' waist. "Actually, it's not something Remus made up, this time at least. I must say it's certainly an... interesting word, but a word nonetheless. Lexico.com says:

" 'Cock-a-hoop: extremely and obviously pleased, especially about a triumph or success.' "

"No. No way." Virgil shook his head. "Y'all are pulling our legs."

"You heard Nerdy-licious here. It's real!"

"Are you even sure that's how you use it in a sentence?" Roman raised an eyebrow.

"Nope!"

"I must say I'm not particularly well versed in the usage of this work as well… but due to past experiences," Logan fake coughed, "and arguments, I doubt that Remus particularly cares if that usage is correct."

"Exactly. It has 'cock' in it. What more could I want with such an excellent word!"

Roman frowned. "Isn't it a phrase?"

"Hmm, I don't know, but it's got hyphens in it, so I'm calling it a word!"

"That would be incorrect. Usually, if it's two words with a hyphen then it could easily be considered a word; but if it has three or more words connected by hyphens, then it would really be considered a phrase."

"Damn, Talk-Nerdy-To-Me, you are really smart, as you've proved loads of time with your brilliant ideas in the bedroom!"

"Remus." Logan sighed.

"Yeah… we really didn't need to know that." Virgil shuddered.

"That's not…" Logan sighed. "Yes, we brainstorm things, and yes, it just happens to be one of our bedrooms, but it's not anything like the sexual innuendo Remus hinted at. They were all completely non-sexual ideas."

"Yeah," Virgil said, clearly not believing Logan. "Let's… let's go with that."

Logan frowned. "I— do you not believe me? You know I don't propagate falsehoods."

"Ach, you're right. I'm sorry, L 'n Re. And besides, it's none of my business either way."

"Yeah!" Remus exclaimed. "Who cares if Logan and I are plants!"

"What?" Virgil frowned.

"Uhhh..." Remus laughed awkwardly. "Inside joke?"

"Oh." Virgil looked rather miffed. "...Okay then."

Logan shook his head fondly. "Anyway… oh, I meant to ask." Logan reached across Virgil and laid his hand on Janus' knee, who took no time to cover it with his own. "How are you feeling… Bumblebee?" The warm tone in which Logan had said it went right to Janus' heart, and he couldn't help the way his face immediately felt aflame, going as far as the tips of his ears.

"Aww, look, Lo. You broke him," Virgil said, not impolitely, and snickered.

"W— wait, apologies, Janus. I— I was only attempting to give you a nickname like Roman does."

"Logan—" Janus began, only to be interrupted by Logan.

"You wear almost exclusively, yellow and black," Logan only spoke faster, barreling over Janus, "So I made the comparison a— and I shouldn't have just assumed—"

"Logan." Janus squeezed Logan's hand. "It's okay, Moonlight. I really liked it." Janus spoke softly, just for the two of them, trying his best to ignore Patton's cooing, Remus lewd noises, and Roman consequentially unnaturally stretching his arm to lightly smack the back of his brother's head.

"O— oh. Well, g— good. I uh— I also am rather, er, appreciative of nicknames." Logan's blushing face only made his smattering of freckles stand out. "Roman has… made that quite apparent."

"Damn right!" Roman cheerily exclaimed.

"Y'all are so sappy." Virgil rolled his eyes.

Patton giggled. "You are too, Kiddo!"

"Pff, am not."

"Ah, a worthy challenge!" Roman sat on Patton's lap, gently grabbing Virgil by the neck of his hoodie, he pulled Virgil so that he was half on top Janus, and just within reach for a sweet yet short kiss.

"Ew!!" Remus, perhaps by accident, perhaps on purpose, kicked Roman. "Ah, fudge Cheetos smoothie. My bad, Ro."

"Oh, shit, not this again." Roman darkly, yet half-heartedly, muttered, releasing Virgil he sat back against Patton, although he still held onto one of Virgil's hands.

Janus shook his head fondly. "Here we go again."

"Not what again, Ro?" Remus 'innocently' blinked. "Do you mean you don't like when I say things like fried deodorant sticks?"

"No."

"Well, what about anchovy lavender chicken feet!"

"No," Roman whined.

"Shiit—"

"Yes!"

"—take mushrooms."

"Nooo."

"Bioluminescent feather cheeseburgers!"

"What the fuck, Remus? What the actual fuck. Just curse."

"Sugar honey iced tea."

"Ah, curse you. It's even a Madagascar reference, nice. Damn, so close too," Roman pouted. "If you made it into an acronym, it even spells out shit! Ugh, why won't you fucking curse!? Please, I'm begging you, Re. Just curse. Please. Fuck. Shit. Damn. Anything!"

"Now why the mint mushroom chocolate chip mayonnaise sauce would I do that?"

"Oh, Remus, you should definitely curse," Janus said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "This isn't absolutely hilarious, and I don't find it very entertaining at all. The look on Roman's face isn't funny."

"Hey!" Roman pouted. "I will… I will dump you off of this couch!"

"Hmm…" Janus checked his nails in faked disinterest. "No, you won't."

"...Ah, drat! You're right. Your face is just too damn adorable!"

Virgil switched which hand he was still holding Roman's with and slung an arm over Janus' shoulders. "Fuck, yeah he is."

Janus adjusted his gloves, trying to fight how flustered just those two sentences had made him.

"Moooom, Virgin said fuck!" Remus cried. "My poor little angelic ears! Think of the children!!"

"A— at least you cursed…" Roman weakly replied.

Logan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "And who, pray tell, are these supposed children?"

"Uhhhhh, me! And... Ro! 'N you, 'n Virg-uhriah, 'n… uhhh Patty!"

"Ah, I see— well, I don't actually see, but… that's nice, Dear."

Remus laid his head on Logan's shoulder. "Thank you!"

"May I ask why you have decided to use such... creative alternatives to curse words?" Logan asked.

"Well since Buffalo Patty decided to drop the goody-two-shoes act and be a very bad boy—"

"Oh my god, please just stop." Virgil buried his face into Janus' shoulder and screamed in fake agony, Janus patting his back comfortingly.

"—so I'm saying the faux ones to balance it out!"

"Hah, faux, isn't that a bit of a big word for you to know, Remus?" Roman teased. "Been spending a lot of time around Logan, huh? I mean, it has three whole letters, you sure you can spell that?"

"Roman." Logan sighed.

"Oh my god, this is priceless." Virgil perked back up, and Janus quickly retracted his hand from where it had been tracing circles on Virgil's arm.

Logan sighed. "Faux has four letters, Dear. F - A - U - X.

"What! Why? That doesn't even make sense! And how is there an 'X'!?" Roman exclaimed.

"It's French."

"Oh… well, I speak Spanish! Not French, okay?"

Virgil snickered. "Wait, how did you think it was spelled?"

"...ANYWAY—"

"Sweet chocolate-covered corn-on-the-cob, you can't spell! Oh, octopus pus, truly brilliant, Ro-bro."

"As I said, ANYWAY, are we going to watch the movie or are we just going to stand around all day, making fun of my knowledge of French—"

"Or lack thereof." Virgil snickered even louder.

"AND think of the literal worst fake curses possible?"

"Ooh! Great ide—" Remus wiggled his shoulders.

"It was a rhetorical question!"

"Aww, well you didn't say it was when you said it."

"Well, I didn't not not say… wait, no. Not not not? Not not? No, fuck, I'm confused."

Remus huffed. "You sure fucking are."

"You cursed!! You actually cursed, oh thank Zeus!"

"I don't know what the pink barf bag you're talking about." Remus smiled 'innocently'.

"Noooooo. Remus, how could you?"

"They'll never believe you," Remus whispered conspiratorially.

"We all literally just heard you say 'fucking'." Virgil shook his head fondly.

"Yeah, well… you can't prove anything!"

"Logan, might I suggest we just start the movie," Janus spoke aside to Logan, ignoring the twins, who are still bickering. "They'll figure it out in a minute."

"Ah, is that how you get anything done?"

"That and bribing them with food."

Remus cackled. "Frozen pickled poo-log deodorant popsicles!"

"Noo, stooop," Roman all but whined.

Janus just rolled his eyes and spoke over them, "Virgil, please get out the cabinet snacks. Candy, pretzels, chips... Just whatever you see fit."

Virgil looked up at Janus, looking slightly surprised to be addressed. "On it." Virgil jumped up and slipped around everyone's legs to go the kitchen.

"Logan, would you mind setting up the movie? And Patton, can you grab a few blankets and pillows?"

"No prob, Bob!" Patton exclaimed.

"His name is not—" Logan sighed loudly. "Yes, I can do that, Janus."

"Excellent." Janus leaned back against the couch, trying not to let his exhaustion show.

"Roman, you can make the popcorn. Remus, get the soda and cups.

"Ooh, can I add—"

"No add-ins to any of it, except for your personal cup and bowl."

"Aww, cricket fritters."

Janus sat there watching everyone busy themselves with their tasks, feeling how full his heart was from all the love he finally finally let himself feel for them.

His sleepy mind drifted as he listened to the Mulan title card Logan brought up, Patton's pleasant humming as he returned with the fluffest blankets and pillows, and the twins and Virgil bickering in the kitchen.

Soon they had all arranged themselves around each over and settled in to watch the movie, any playful banter quickly dying down to match the warm soft vibe they'd cocooned themselves in.

And as Janus sat there, half laying on Patton, sourounded by his four amazing boyfriends and his awesome best friend, he realized the tightness in his chest had finally gone away. He took his first deep breath in who knew how long. Everything would be alright...

Yes, everything would be alright.

~The End~

[keepcalm-and-beyou]

Her

Summary: Running into Pete at a Party was expected with the mutual friends you have. When a simple so called secret is heard how will the night turn out between you two. 

Colson’s place was decently packed with people you know having a good time drinking, smoking, and doing some illegal things to. which uh i didn’t mind that’s for sure. I’v seen faces of friends and people i know, people i don’t fucking know and someone i didn’t know was going to be here. man Colson is an dick he should of told me she would be here. him of all bros knew her being here would be something i’d like to know. I have no clue if she even saw me or cares that i’m here when she is here to, why would she care really not like i’m her ex boyfriend. nope not hers, just her best friends.. and that how i first met her through Ariana. she was one of Ariana’s friends i got along with really well, someone i really liked maybe a little to much. but i was with Ariana and i wasn’t the type to act on the confusing infatuation i seemed to have in my head with her. like fuck come on who wouldn’t of been attracted to her, she was gorgeous, her curves were sexy as hell not the body type i tended to be seen with skinny no ass chicks. she was also smart and funny her laugh was intoxicating and i loved making her laughs with the comedy i attempted. her bright big smile could make any one smile to and her eyes always held a kindness in them to most but they could also hold fire to go with her sassy wits when needed that she used to stick up for her beliefs and the people she cared about. she is a mix of many things and all those things just made me like her more. 

“your a dick” i whisper yell into Colson’s ear where he is standing by a wall drink in hand laughing with a few people by his side. know i wasn’t meaning it to be rude it was like half you are a dick and half joking bro. 

“what did i do man” Colson chuckled looking at my annoyed facial expression. 

“could of warned a bro” is all i said while nodding over to the direction Y/N was standing. seeing her smiling while shes surrounded by people. Colson followed my gaze and nod direction. 

“Oh.. my bad” he chuckled again. 

“uh oh yah your bad dude” i reply sounding annoyed.

“i don’t see the issue man your single now who cares if you wanna get with Y/N” he says slightly louder then i liked. 

“uh still not a good idea the whole best friend thing” i shook my head while speaking

“no it wouldn’t of been a good idea to do anything with her while dating Ariana but now you can and not feel bad about it” Colson tried to reason. and then turned his attention back to people he was near clearly making his words the end of that convo.

 I thought his words over battling with my self to even talk to Y/N or act like she wasn’t here, wasn’t here looking amazing and full of life as she always was. standing against the wall in the common area looking over to her, watching as she embraced a girl friend of hers, them smiling laughing and talking into each others ears. they pulled away slightly from each others faces as it seemed their short conversation was over and i caught her eyes on my slumped figure for probably all of two seconds. and even in that short time i felt panic in my self. was she talking about me? did she magically hear what me and Colson were talking about? oh fuck.. nah its probably nothing. i’m just to stoned i’m being paranoid. 

I decided on smoking more weed and a few shots to distract my self. keeping a good distance between me and her and trying real fucking hard to stop glancing her way. Thank fuck for the liquor i been drinking making me enjoy my self and focusing as much as i can on the music and friends around me. a few of us dancing as a Kid Cudi song came on. that’s awesome love this dude. my dancing slowly came to a stop as i stupidly looked her way again but seeing eyes on me as well and a small smile on her lips. there was a split second i felt i was gonna faint at the sight her. her looking at me looking at her looking at me. air escaped my lungs and i coughed awkwardly looking away from her beautiful figure. i seriously wish i could stop looking at her. anytime i see her looking at me i freak the fuck out like why.. why you looking at me for? did i have something on my fucking face? like no oh okay then why??? 

Few more shots later and i’m sitting with Colson on a couch zoning in and out on the conversations around me. then i hear her laugh. if i can hear it she must be close, and i mean to fucking close. i look up to see her standing across from the couch only like three meter sticks away where a big chair is and shes laughing with a douche bag looking guy who’s sitting in the chair. my face crunched up and great now i get to see and hear her and some dude probably flirt. who the hell wouldn’t flirt with her right. 

After witnessing enough giggles from her lips and his hand on her body i had to leave before my bitterness came out full force at that dude. so here i am finding more liquor in the kitchen to drink. i wondered if i was being an idiot. maybe it was simple just talk to her i was freely able to i had no girl holding me back. but i keep thinking would i be an ass to go after her sense i dated her friend.. its not like i’d be the first guy the world has seen with an ex’s friend. 

“You gonna share that bottle or have it all to your self” that voice.. that giggle.. fuck me.. i turned to her my eyes bugged out my head a little surprised shes here talking to me. 

“Uh..Hi” really thats all i can come up with! uh hi yeah sure that doesnt sound like an idiot idk what does. 

“Hi” she giggled. and then silence.. great i made this awkward. of course i did yep that’s me everyone Pete Davidson the awkward dude that makes other awkward with my awkwardness powers. Mr superAwkward! my superhero name. 

“Well you seem awkward” she blurts out like no big deal. her and her bluntness. 

“uh yeah you uh can just call me uh Mr superawkward here to make every situation as awkward as can be. that’s me!” i stupidly use my awkwardness as comedy with her cuz the fuck else should i be saying right now i don’t know shit. 

“awe i miss your humour” she laughed. awe she laughed! yesss i made her laugh!

“I miss you too!” wait that sounded weird to say.. shit hold up let me remove my foot from mouth. why she looking at me like that. one raised eyebrow hand on hip and smirking. 

“oh yeah i bet” her smirk turned into a smile. i cant tell if she is joking or being sarcastic or what that meant. all i could do is take a swig of the bottle of liquor i was still holding and swallow hard in my still awkwardness. 

“there was this little bird that told me you liked me” she says no big deal all nonchalantly stepping closer to me. if i thought my big ass eyes were bugging out before then i was a dumb ass cuz now i look like Jim Carey in the mask. 

“There’s a bird here?” faking seriousness in my sweaty panic. 

“oh yeah flying around hearing things they couldn't help but chirp away telling me” Y/N smiles while talking. that’s good right that smile that’s a good one. she took another step to me, she was close as fuck few inches between us. i licked my bottom lip nervously starring down at her. “so did the little bird lie or is there truth that was told?”.

“uh that bird might have good hearing and no reason to lie most likely” I shake off some nerves by taking another swig of the liquor in my hand. the second it leaves my lips Y/N is taking it into her hand bringing it up to her sweet looking lips taking a delicate sip as she brought the bottle down to her side she slowly moved closer to me, it took me a moment to realise when her lips were on mine. Once i knew what was going on i was more than willingly to apply to what she wanted and i have wanted sense what seems like forever. 

“Glad to know Mr superawkward liked me back” she whispered so sweetly on my lips. I cant believe she liked me all this time to. thank god for being single now and following my desire. Her. 

[mesmeret]

KPW 2.0 Day 2: Cat Daddy Hux and Juggalo Kylo

Day 2: Opposites Attract! "Boring" Cat Daddy Hux has a crush on his Juggalo neighbor Kylo. Kylo also has a crush on him. Cussing and lemons

Hux’s heart flipped hearing the loud engine of his crush coming up the block. He had no shame being picked up by his neighbor in front of his office building. Strangers and coworkers turn towards the blasting “Funyuns and Condoms”. The brakes screech and the passenger door unlocks. Hux bites his lip so his grin masks as a smirk while he gets into the decade old white Ford F-150 with peeling black and red flame decals.

He buckles in before looking over at Kylo, “Hey.”

“How’s the overlords?” Kylo is glaring at traffic with a pale white base with black lightning bolts painted all over his face. Hux’s stomach flips at how a few go down Kylo’s neck and get muddled with his neck tattoos. Kylo’s lips are bright red with black lip liner.

Hux knows to talk over Kylo’s cussing and singing along with his CDs, “Fucking awful. Brooks stole my work again. The cronies didn’t bat an eye seeing my watermarks. Thanks for that idea, by the way. Fuck, I am quitting next week. Not giving them any opportunity to fire me.”

“Fuck yeah!” Kylo honked his horn and grinned as the cars around them honked back. “They don’t deserve you!”

Hux felt his face heat up. This was one of the reasons he fell hard for Kylo. The man made him feel valuable.

“So what’s next for m-Mister Hot Shot?” Kylo stuttered as they pulled onto the highway.

“I don’t know. Maybe take a week off before looking for jobs?” Hux shrugged.

“Yeah? Cool,” Kylo gets into the fast lane and looks over at Hux. His voice low, “Gonna let your hair down and go wild?”

Hux managed not to gasp, instead he made a choked off nervous laugh, “Me? I was thinking of checking out the summer art exhibits before they go away.”

Kylo pounds his steering wheel, “Dude! You’re killing me! You can do that any time!”

“No, the exhibits are leaving at the end of July,” Hux feigns sulking to get more of a rise out of Kylo.

“M-Sorry, you fucker!” Kylo caught himself from saying Hux’s second least favorite curse word. “I’m worried about you. Those soul suckers have got you whipped. You should, like, I dunno… spend time with me and the guys that week!”

Hux’s toes would curl in his italian loafers if the narrow shoes would let them. He sighed, “Fine. I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right!” Kylo puffed up his chest and belted out the lyrics for the next song on the Bang! Pow! Boom! Album. Hux at least remembered the album name. Kylo also surprised him last week remembering the company names of Hux’s favorite porcelain cat figurines. He stared out at the passing traffic. Maybe he could do something to get Kylo to call him Cat Daddy again? Millie hated the ribbons but if he could bribe her…

A few minutes of traffic later, they pull off the highway and quickly get into their neighborhood. Kylo looks over at him a couple of times before speaking, “Hey, would you like to rehearse your resignation?”

Hux sat up in his seat, “Huh? Yeah, that would help. When did you have in mind?”

Kylo stuttered, “I-uh, got some things to do but I can swing by in, uh, an hour?”

Hux nodded, “Sure. I’ll get Millie settled in with her din-din.”

“Cool!” Kylo yelled and went silent with wide eyes. Hux frowned a little but got distracted with Kylo’s arm bracing the back of his seat as Kylo pulled the truck into reverse to parallel park. Hux knew the tattoos were crude and chunky. But their canvas gave them far more allure. Hux didn’t have time to give into the temptation of nuzzling Kylo’s biceps because the man was an impressive parker.

They parted ways and Kylo stomped up to his apartment in his oversized jeans and baggy t-shirt. The clothes made him look absurdly giant. Hux loved it. Once he got into his apartment, he went straight to the kitchen to prepare Millicent’s meal as she mrrp’d her way around his feet. He hummed along with her as he mashed up some wet food with her kibble. He set the bowl down and gave Millicent her privacy as he headed into his bedroom. He took off  his dress shirt and slacks. He stared at his closet drawing a blank. What would Kylo like him in? Kylo hardly comments on his clothes. Hux sighed grabbing a white t-shirt and gray lounge pants. Why was he so boring? He flushed at the thought of getting Kylo to give him a makeover. He’d look absolutely ridiculous but Kylo would have his hands all over him.

Hux went into the living room and tidied up the little messes from the past few days. Millicent watched him from her cat tree with her tail swaying to and fro. He came over to kiss the top of her head. She scrunched her eyes and shook her head. He snorted, “I know, so embarrassing. But you’re so cute!”

She squinted at him as he scritched behind her ear. Long orange hairs started to shed. He looked at his watch and decided he could start brushing her coat before Kylo came over. He scooped up Millicent and she gave a chirp seeing him grab the brush kit. He was blessed having a cat who enjoyed grooming. He got most of her back done when there was a knock on the door. Millicent darted to the cat tree as Hux dumped the cat hair in the kitchen trash. He answered the door and was startled to see an unsettling version of Kylo.

Kylo looked normal. He was without his makeup in a black polo and khakis. His hair was tied in a bun. Hux felt sad seeing Kylo’s septum piercing flipped up and hidden. Kylo’s skin was splotchy and textured due to his Kryolan paint stick routine. Hux felt oddly reassured that Kylo wasn’t too perfect. Hux has seen him shirtless with his face painted up and spent many a night stroking to the visuals.

“I-um, thought we could role play?” Kylo shrugged.

Hux blushed realizing he had just stood there staring, “Oh! Wow, you really didn’t need to change. I liked the lightning today. A lot.”

Kylo muttered under his breath, “Fucking dumbass.”

Hux froze, “Excuse me?”

Kylo looked more shocked than Hux felt, “Me! I meant me! I’m the fucking dumbass!”

Hux shook his head, “No you aren’t, come on in.”

Kylo frowned but followed Hux to the couch. Hux’s heart fluttered as Kylo sat next to him, “What’s going on, Kylo?”

Kylo looked at him with a shy glance before looking ahead, “I thought you’d like me more like this? I thought if we roleplayed you quitting your job, we’d-” Kylo takes a deep sigh, “I thought we’d then like makeout or something ‘cuz the past couple of months have been crazy, y’know?”

Hux gulped and tentatively placed his hand over Kylo’s white knuckled fist, “I think you’re hot. But as you usually dress and stuff. This is very different but I see my Kylo. Though...”

Kylo goes cross eyed as Hux flips his septum piercing and bursts into deep laughter, “What the fuck! You’re freaky, Hux!”

Hux blushed, “I guess? Do you like it?”

Kylo’s voice cracked before going bone deep, “Uh, yeah. It’s really fucking hot… babe.”

Hux whined as his body went numb with arousal, “Could we… do something else than role play quitting my job?”

Kylo moaned, “Like what?”

Hux got up to straddle Kylo’s lap. Kylo’s eyes widened and his hands hovered before gripping Hux’s hips. Hux whispers while tugging on Kylo’s polo shirt, “Wanna see your chest again.”

Kylo gave a little nod and pulled off the polo. Hux moaned at the sight of the loosened bun, defined muscles, and garish tattoos. His fingers traced thick lines that trembled. Kylo whined and bucked up. Hux gasped as he slid further into Kylo’s lap and had to brace himself against Kylo’s chest. Kylo grunted, “Permission to kiss?”

Hux gave a nod before kissing Kylo. He sighed at how nice Kylo’s lip and tongue piercings felt. He gave a tentative roll of his hips and Kylo seized with a yelp. Hux hummed in delight feeling the pulse of Kylo’s dick against his. Kylo pulled away from the kiss with a dazed look, “Fuck, I didn’t bring condoms.”

Hux bit his lip, “I’m good with not rushing things. I really do like you. And, ah, would like to fuck when you’re all done up.”

Hux now knows that when Kylo’s eyes widen slightly, his cheeks go bright red. This revelation makes Hux kiss Kylo deeply. Kylo gives a confused sound but goes with the kiss. Hux pulls away when he finally needs air. After catching his breath, he whispers, “I can’t believe you like me.”

Kylo scoffs, “I can’t believe you like me. You of all people.”

Hux whines, “Hush, of course I like you. You’re like my best friend and crush.”

Kylo whimpers squeezing Hux’s ass, “I’m your what?”

“My crush-Ah!” Hux arches his back as Kylo rips his lounge pants. Hux shivers as fingers press through the tear to bare skin. “Nngh! Fuck, tear them more.”

Kylo does so looking up at Hux with a growl. Hux grunts as his cock drops down from the torn confines onto Kylo’s palm. It’s an awkward hand job but feels great. Hux’s mind whites out as Kylo leans up to suck on his neck. The other hand reaches over to press two fingers against Hux’s ass. Hux screeches as the fingers rub frantically with the fist around his cock. He goes limp as his cock twitches.

Kylo mouths his neck lightly before flipping them over. Hux whines as Kylo pulls away to take off his cum stained khakis. Kylo also didn’t bother with underwear and strokes himself while looking down at Hux. Hux studies Kylo’s cock and is a little bummed there’s no piercings visible. Kylo straddles him and moans as his cock head bumps against Hux’s small paunch. Hux blushes deeply once he realizes Kylo is writing his name on Hux’s belly. Hux whispers, “I’d get it tattooed there. Or a tramp stamp.”

Kylo’s eyes bulge and his breathing goes haggard, “Fuck, really?”

Hux bit his lip nodding. Kylo grunted as he came all over Hux’s belly. Hux kissed him softly, “Seriously. Maybe you could help me with the aftercare?”

Kylo snorted and shook his head, “Nah, that’s like ten year anniversary shit.”

“Oh, I guess you’ll just have to cum your name on me until then,” Hux feigned disappointment. “Maybe get me a collar or belt?”

Kylo chuckled, “Fucking freak.”  

Hux smirked, “You have no idea.”

[ain-t-bovvered]

15x07 Commentary

YEAH I’M SO LATE BUT I HAVE SHIT TO DO .

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy​ (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon​  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby​  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : go

Giulia: Yas eileen

Zee: This thing with the bullet I still don’t completely get

Kat: So happy she’s back

Kat: It’s not a real bullet

Giulia: Us

Nat : do they always have to have a flashback tho

Zee: Future corpses

Kat: But it’s explained a bit more this episode

Nat : Tag yourself

Giulia: I know the blonde one

Giulia: I’m the brunette

Zee: I’m the brunette

Kat: Brunette for sure

Nat : I'm a mix

Kat: Nah babe you’re the blonde

Zee: I’ve only been the blonde once

Zee: Amazing

Nat : What

Nat : I didn't hear a car

Kat: At least the blonde didn’t get murdered

Zee: Bitch wipe the spit

Nat : Yet

Giulia: Oh no clean your lips yuck

Kat: Too much throw up sound

Nat : Ridiculous. You would still hear it

Giulia: Well ok wow

Giulia: I jumped not gonna lie

Nat : Ew What is that

Zee: Was that a werewolf ?

Giulia: The wendigo feels

Nat : snorts

Kat: Red shirt of sex

Giulia: Oh look wallowing in depression again

Nat : Ah Deano

Zee: Weak

Kat: Yum

Kat: No surprise there

Zee: What’s that sound of his lips?

Nat : "Yeah"

Zee: Mostly

Kat: SAM AND EILEEN ARE SO CUTE

Giulia: OH NO I LOVE THIS

Zee: Real bacon

Nat : Real bacon?

Nat : lol

E: We might've gotten just a little carried away with the margaritas last night.

Giulia: WOW

Kat: Fucking adorable

Giulia: SO DOMESTIC

Kat: So domestic

S: You're turning down bacon?

D: Mm, yes, yeah, I'm actually... I'm gonna head out.

Kat: Get out

Giulia: DEAN’s weird

Zee: I’m good Dean motto

Nat : "I'm good" I'M GOOD, GOOOOOOOOD

D: It means I got to... I got to get out of here, okay? I just... I got to...I'm gonna take a drive, clear my head.

S: Eileen and I have stuff to do.

Giulia: Lol

Giulia: I BET U DO

Zee: Look at that face

Kat: Aw someone’s feeling like a third wheel

Zee: Aaagggggghhh

Giulia: MY GOD

Kat: The dimples

D: Um, okay, but if, uh, things go your way, just make sure you put the sock on the door so I know.

Nat : sock on the door

Zee: Sock on the door

Kat: The wink melts

Giulia: not only on the door

Nat : well that would be highly uncomfortable

Giulia: Oh shush you know what im talking about

Nat : What's with the hair

Kat: DUKES IS A CLUE

Zee: Can he shut his face ?

Giulia: The accent lol

Giulia: He weird

Nat : Jensen's jealous that the sheriff can have an accent and he doesn't

Zee: Do you all talk like that Kat ?

Kat: Excuse you. I do not speak like that.

Giulia: Snort

Kat: Dean is not impressed

Zee: Can we focus on the scruff for just a sec?

Giulia: And the crazy hair

Nat : SHUT YO FACE

Kat: The blue steel

Giulia: You’ve got the look

Zee: Is he hitting on him?

Giulia: IS IT TIME

Zee: Swayze’s???

Kat: Roadhouse nod

Zee: Look at that strut

Giulia: Nice

Nat : Fun that there's only one parking spot left right in front

Giulia: I wanna go in a dump like that

Nat : Lots of Woo girls

Giulia: Hand it over

Nat : Get in line

Giulia: Lol i like her. Will she die

Giulia: Oh well now she will

Zee: Nice

Nat : Ow

Kat: Damn girl

Giulia: Cute. They cute

Kat: Dean friggin Winchester

Zee: Is this ep filled with his close ups?

Giulia: So cute

Nat : HE owns this joint?

Zee: I’m happy

Nat : Will this be the place where Dean will always end up tho. Because his friend owns the joint

Zee: Look at that couple

Giulia: SO CUTE

Giulia: the stares

Giulia: Cute

Kat: SO CUTE

Giulia: Why don t we do something fun

Zee: Do something fun

S: Yeah. Um... ideas?

E: I mean, a few.

Zee: Go girl

Kat: GET IT EILEEN

Giulia: NO. COME ON

Zee: Seriously ???

Giulia: AH BUT IT S CAS SO OK

Kat: It’s not okay

Kat: CAS IS A FUCKING COCKBLOCKING ANGEL

Nat : Ah

Giulia: my bb has done nothing wrong in his entire existence,ever, shut yo mouths

Zee: WHAT A COCK BLOCK

Nat : Snort

S: So we've been looking for signs of Chuck and Lilith

C:  Lilith?

S: Yeah, uh, she's back.

Giulia: U should have read your messages cas

Nat : Hey, nobody can say that they've been cock blocked by an aNgEL oF tHe LorD

Zee: I think that Sam’s virginity might have grown back man

C: So there may be some of you inside Chuck.

Giulia: Ew

Zee: Ew

Nat : Is that sexual

Giulia: Family business beers lol

Kat: I think you’re right

L: I always liked that crusty son of a bitch.

Giulia: Awe dad. Crusty sob lol

Kat: Oh.

Kat: No

Giulia: Ah well praises from dad Winchester

Zee: His crinkles are distracting me

Giulia: And his smirk

Kat: Aren’t they great

Nat : THE MAN IS DISTRACTING ME

Giulia: ...ah that stare

Zee: So that’s how you felt last ep? @Giulia

Giulia: Yes. U get it now

Zee: He needs to shut up

Giulia: Awe dean. And now some zoom

Nat : Dean, you don't wanna do that

Zee: That head nod hurt my soul

S: Cass, are you sure about this?

C: No, but I am sure I can't heal the wound. Maybe I can probe it.

Giulia: Yes probe cas

Zee: Probe

Kat: Ew lol

Giulia: Im ready

Giulia: Same

Zee: This is gonna sting

Nat : This is gonna sting

Nat : snorts

Giulia: Sam are you ok

Nat : a little

Giulia: Awe

Giulia: Oh wow

Kat: DAMN IT

Giulia: Nice cas

Nat : AH

Zee: Amazing

Nat : Well he's not ok now is he

Kat: Poor Sammy

Giulia: Awe that cheek rub

Zee: Sam knocked out again

D: This is Dean's other-other-other-other phone. Leave a message.

Zee: Other other other

Giulia: AH how does it feels now cas

C: Dean, I need you to call me back. Sam is hurt, and I..

Nat : How many phones does he has

Zee: Jaggers

Giulia: Look at that tuff of hair

Nat : Ew

Giulia: Slutty

Kat: Everything about him is slutty

Zee: Can’t spell it

Zee: Love it tho

Nat : Split up Triplets?

Zee: He’s gonna get some me thinks

Giulia: What a dumb stare

Kat: Ah I miss blushy Dean

Giulia: Oh him again

Nat : Who dat

Giulia: Sam winchester is hurt

Giulia: What else is new

Giulia: The one with gabe grace

Nat : A collecter

Kat: You think so huh

C: Let me rephrase. If you don't help me tonight,

Zee: Cas is serious

Giulia: WHO U CALLING

Kat: A return of badass Cas finally

Giulia: Lol yellow fever

Nat : Cas has zero patience

Giulia: Same

Zee: We’ve been knew

Giulia: U have even less

Nat : No but I just don't think that he'll get any this season cuz it won't do anything to the plot

Nat : Plot of dying guest stars

D: Trust me, uh, bigger doesn't always equal better.  

Giulia: what she said

D: Besides, who's gonna look out after the little guy? God certainly isn't.

Giulia: Damn brother that’s rough

Zee: Rough decade

Zee: No shit

Giulia: He has no idea

Kat: Ugh that smile

Nat : Dean has doubts. I hate that

Giulia: aw look that is future dean if he’s going on like that

Giulia: GIMME

L: Remember that old song your dad used to play us before we'd go out on a Hunt?

Giulia: GIMME THE SONG. GIMMIEH

D: Oh, no.

All of us: Oh, yeah.

Zee: YAS

Giulia: come on BOI

Kat: I had to look the song up

Giulia: YEAH what song

Kat: I didn’t know it 😂

Zee: LIPSYNCHING

Kat: Dukes was a clue

Zee: DUKES OF HAZARD

Giulia: idk her

Zee: THE SHOW

Giulia: still don’t know her

Giulia: AWE HE NERVOUS

Nat : YEEEEEE HAW

Giulia: YEEEEP

Kat: DEA IS SO NERVOUS AND SHY AND CUTE

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Kat: Exactly

Giulia: flips table

Kat: HE REALLY SINGS

Kat: THAT LOW NOTE

Nat : Better than Karaoke Demon Dean

Giulia: don’t let him hear you

Giulia: YAAAS

Kat: FUCK ME

Zee: Wait in line

Zee: He’s so happy I’m scared

Giulia: AWE 20sec of happiness

Kat: NO

Giulia: STOP. MY BODY CAN T TAKE IT TO

Nat : Ah

Kat: Damn I’m soaked again

Giulia: Me

Zee: Thank god don’t need my ovaries anymore

Kat: He sounds so Texan this ep

Zee: Oh fuck yeah

Kat: Them bowlegs

Nat : What a concidence

Giulia: WHO HE CALLED

Zee: Not the ghostbusters

Nat : I like Sergei. He's got attitude

Giulia: I hate him

Kat: YOU’LL FIND OUT

C: Okay, that's enough. You're here for a reason.

Giulia: Cas needs to tie his fucking tie because he slutty af

Zee: He’s following the mood of the ep

Kat: Poor Eileen so worried

Zee: Dying?

spn fandom: what else is new

Giulia: Not even surprised

Giulia: Of course he is

Nat : What else is new

Giulia: She loved jesus and america too

Giulia: So I’m a bad girl

Zee: It was a good car

Giulia: FIGHT THE FAIRIES

Nat : lol it's the tom petty song

Giulia: me in the morning

Zee: You love Jesus and America in the morning ?

Kat: Love that song

Giulia: Am I too young for that shit?

Nat : Freeeeee Faaaaallin

Giulia: No, that whiskey in the coffee. Pay attention

Zee: Yeah. Like you paid attention last week

Giulia: Well I was on the important stuff

Kat: Okay children

Giulia: Look at my confused bb

Kat: Sergei is so dramatic

Giulia: Nice shit

Zee: The legs

Giulia: Shot

Zee: Also correct

Nat : HE knows that the junkyard is NOT a runway right?

Giulia: Don t think he does

Kat: Everywhere is a runway for him

Giulia: That haircut is bad ok

Kat: I saw it coming a mile away

Nat : He ded

Zee: Wait for it

Nat : Like I said, plot of dying guest stars

Giulia: They need to stop with these jumpscares

Giulia: SERGEI

Zee: Fucker

Nat : They need to find Amara. Think Amara is sick of her brother herself. she'd probably help them without even wanting anything in return

Kat: Don’t worry Cas takes care of him

Giulia: good

Giulia: Nice Eileen

Giulia: The key to death. Psh fuck off

Kat: The key to death. That’s going to come into play I bet

Giulia: So dramatic

Zee: Cas still confused. And angry

Giulia: Look at that face

Nat : Sergei is so fucking extra

Zee: Suck it Sergei

Kat: He called Bobby

Giulia: Oh the other bobby. Forgot about him

Nat : They should get the key and open the door to the empty. Bring Jack back. And death. Ah why am I babbling

Kat: It’s what you do

Giulia: Snort

Nat : The eye squint

Kat: It doesn’t open the empty though I don’t think lol

Giulia: Wtf is in there

Kat: Aw Dean tied down. My fave

Nat : What is that thing 

Nat : What she said

Giulia: But also

Zee: Shut up

Giulia: Will dean have to kill his fwriend

Kat: 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Giulia: Nice

Zee: He will huh?

Giulia: It won’t be a great addition to his mental health

Nat : Have you been watching the same show

Kat: All his friends die

Giulia: All their friends die

Kat: Well Eileen’s back lol

Giulia:FOR HOW LONG

Kat: SHUT YOUR FACE

Giulia: I M JUST BEING REALISTIC

Kat: I know but my heart can’t take it

Nat : Every one who comes on the show die

Zee: Shush

Giulia: OH NOW YOU DO CARE

Zee: Can blood really go up the tube?

Giulia: If there is vacuum yeah

Nat : I don't think they care

Giulia: The monster needs to suck

Nat : It doesn't suck

Giulia: He stupid

Zee: Oh stop please

Kat: Come on Dean get out

Giulia: What she doesn’t say

Kat: Nice

Nat : The monster will get out

Nat : what he said

Zee: And kill lee

Awe look at Dean’s repulsion towards his friend

Giulia: Nah dean will kill lee. Because this is supernatural

Zee: Daddy’s home

Nat : Surprise

Kat: The head

Giulia: Is that the sound of water 2

Kat: Ew

Zee: God bless Texas

Nat : Why does Lee do that for again? I missed it

Zee: His happiness

Kat: Money health

Nat : Feeding people to a monster makes him happy

Kat: Because fuck everyone else

Giulia: Ah saw it

Giulia: Oh yeah dean?

Kat: The monster gives him things for keeping it fed

Nat : Ah Nat : Dean distracts me

Kat: He yummy

Zee: I kill monsters

Giulia: Awe dean . Well you become the hero or the monster you hunt i guess

Zee: Welcome to my world

Giulia: Ouch

Zee: Impaled

Giulia: That should hurt so much more

Nat : Ah, that's the cue he was talking about that didn't break at first and he had to "walk off the pain" Kat: What

Giulia: ?

He told it once at a con I think? They had a fight with a cue and the cue didn't break like twice or three times and his back was blue

Giulia: Awe bb dean

Kat: Aw his murder face. Now sad face

Giulia: CAS

Giulia: awe look at them

Giulia: Oh

Nat : Awkward

Zee: That bed is too small

Kat: No, he’s just huge

Kat: What she said

Zee: What she said

Giulia: Everything is too small concerning to sam

Nat : Preview?

Giulia: TRAILER TIME

Kat: Ya go watch

Nat : Adam snorts

Kat: ADAM

Giulia: SNORT. FAMILY SUCKS

Kat: Basically tells them to suck it lol

Giulia: you let me rot in hell. Well he ain t wrong

Nat : Can u blame him

Kat: From his view, they must

Zee: They left him there for ages

ee: I’m happy with this ep. Need to change panties but I’m happy

Zee: You can leave this out

Kat: No leave it in lol

sam and Eileen cute gif

Giulia: They kill me

Giulia: Ok but if that’s sam endgame i’m so good with that. My bb deserve it

Giulia: Hope it doesn’t end in smoke

Giulia: snort

Giulia: That was mean

Kat: Wow Giuls

Giulia: Ok but look at it from chuck’s eyes

Giulia: SHOCK FACTOR

Giulia: PLOT

Giulia: CONTINUITY

Giulia: lol

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[stuffandwonder]

So I’ve been wanting to write something in this fandom for a while but theres so many good writers and fics its seemed kinda pointless, but then I had this little idea after watching IT 2 and its so random no one else was going to write it…

So here. Please be gentle. A bit angsty but also smaltzy? (Also you don’t have to have seen the movie/read the book for this to make sense I promise.)

The things we fear

They hung out after the movie, staying for drinks and milling with the other guests. Rhett was unusually quiet, but Link was mostly distracted by Britton’s enthusiastic analysis and having to make small talk with other guests, and thankfully didn’t seem to notice. When it came time to leave they separated from Britton, leaving him to go off with friends whilst they waited for an uber. As the others dispersed to their various lifts and cabs, leaving them alone, Link tisked “Where the hells this uber got to man?”

There was a pause before Rhett responded. “I didn’t order one.”              “What?!” Link exclaimed. “…the crap man, you said -” He was cut off by a somber toned Rhett; “We need to talk. Walk with me?” before Link could respond he had set off, walking in long strides down the dark sidewalk.

Link turned and hurried to catch up with the taller man. “Well?” the annoyance in his tone was evident, but he was tired and confused and in no mood to play one of Rhett’s stupid guessing games. Rhett sighed but said nothing, slowing as he dragged a hand through his hair, searching for words. Finally they came to a stop. “Link…” Rhett shifted uncomfortably before blurting “Do you think I’m like Ritchie?”

“What?” This is what Rhett had dragged him away to ask? If he was like a character in a movie? He looked at Rhett in the weak amber streetlight, hunched over with hands in pockets, teeth worrying his bottom lip absently. His annoyance slunk away, abashed. Rhett was uncomfortable and clearly serious. He sighed. “You mean an emotionally stunted jerk who deflects from his emotions with jokes? …I dunno man. A little, yeah.” even in the poor light he can see Rhett physically wince at the accusation. “You’re funnier though,” he grins, trying to soften what was maybe too blunt a response. “Hmm” Rhett smiles, but his eyes don’t crinkle at the corners like they should.

Quietly, “ ‘I don’t want to be like Ritchie. I don’t want to go my whole life not saying…making jokes, avoiding saying the one thing I’m too afraid to say until it’s too late.” Somethig in Rhett’s voice makes Link’s stomach go tight. He swallows, finding no words in his troat.

Rhett puts a hand on Link’s arm, squeezing his bicep like he’s afraid Link will turn and walk off if he doesn’t keep him in place. “I love you,”

It’s so quiet it feels more like distant music carried on the breeze, but he knows it was Rhett. He smiles softly, fondly, trying to sooth away the tight knott at the pit of his stomach. “I know man. You tell me all the time. You’re not like Ritchie.” He pauses, huffs self consiously “Maybe I am. We both know you’re way more likely to say it than I am.”                                                                                        Rhett’s face is inscruitable.

“That’s not what I meant Link. I’m IN love with you. I always have been.”        Link freezes, the air is suddenly too thick in his chest, too heavy on his limbs and he can’t react even he could process how.

In the dark, barely able to discern Link’s features to read them, the silence from Link is the loudest thing Rhett’s ever heard, and he fights the pang of panicked nausa at the back of his throat. “I had to say it. I’m sorry. I was so scared I’d ruin everything….and now I probably have anyway… I just…didn’t want to be scared anymore. Link, I…” hes obviously nearly in tears, and the sharp ache that drives into Link’s chest, is enough to shake his own fear from his shoulders. He reaches out, hand cradling around the side of Rhett’s neck, squeezing gently. “I love you,” his insides quiver, but the words are steady.

Rhett sighs and smiles, and its the saddest he’s ever looked, “as a friend. Like a brother. Right?” his voice cracks on the question and Link feels his own throat burn hot with tears and regret. “No,” he whispers, “Just. Like that. I love ya. It never should of mattered how. Just that I did. I do.” he smiles in a way he knows is as sad as Rhett’s “Guess you weren’t the only one who was scared.”

Rhett closes his eyes, huffs a laugh even as tears wet his cheeks. He thinks about how much time was wasted being so afraid of wrecking what they were, they never gave themselves a chance at what they could be.

“Dear God, we’re idots”

“Losers?” Link quips.

Rhett looks at him softly, “Nah man, as long as I had you, I was always always a winner. That was the thing…I had so much to lose.”

Link’s chest aches in a whole new way, he wonders what he did to deserve to win so big. And now they’re here, finally known in the dark, leaning in to to kiss Rhett is the easiest thing in the world, so natural its not even a thought.       Rhett closes his eyes as he leans into the kiss, lips softly parting to welcome Link home, and its both new and old, like a memory you don’t remember forgetting.

Slowly they part, reluctant yet shy. “This just got hella complicated. I’m sorry about that.” Link nods slowly. “Don’t be. I’m scared. But I ain’t sorry,”

“Good.” Rhett says softly, and then, “Its okay if we’ve scared together ain’t it? 'Cuz loves stronger than fear.”

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex II

Chapter 1 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N:  First off, I wanna say thank you soooo muchhhh to all the fantastic comments you all left on part one. I’m so glad yall were able to relate and enjoy what I thought was a really weird and unusual “fear” I had. I’m absolutely horrible with responding to comments on my stories because I’m such an anxious and awkward human but I read and honestly appreciate all the funny sweet ass comments n feedback yall leave me n I’ll start working on that some more because I don’t show how much I really appreciate and love you all enough.

Also.... if you wanna know what happened back in the car in part one... here’s a lil sum sum. I’m not saying thats what happened, but I’m saying it was close...(ish)...

[Link is NSFW turn down that brightness n volume peeps]

Warnings: (This one I’ll put here cuz I feel it’s important) There’s a little bit of breathing/breath issues that happen at the end (non life-threatening), and if this is something that makes you anxious/ feel like you can’t breathe I want you to know upfront. It was written in the vein of comedy and it doesn’t go too into detail, but I don’t want you being surprised and having a panic or anxiety attack yourself if this affects you.

Rest of the warnings are at the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sit there looking dumbfounded, lips still smushed together from the vice-like grip he had around your mouth. It was actually the sexiest thing to you when he snatched you up like this, and your eyes flicked down to his forearm to sneak a peek at his constricted muscles. The small raised bumps decorating his skin had you wanting to lick your lips and run your fingers up and down that strong ass ribbed arm of hi- fuck.

The game hadn’t even started and already he had you feeling some typa way from just a firm grasp on your jaw.

Okay, focus Y/N.

You really didn’t want to lose this stupid bet again. I mean, this nigga was so petty, he was actually keeping score on his damn phone.  You wanted to try and one-up him at least one last time, but his foul ass mouth and the hungry stare he was giving you had you wanting to say ‘fuck it’ and rip both your clothes off right now.

Your tongue rolls around in your mouth as you take a few seconds to think (and breathe), ultimately deciding that the only way you’d be able to end this would be by  changing your approach. You were going to have to make Erik moan before you did.

Pulling your face from his hand, you lean back in his lap, opening up your body to bait him.  He eyes you cautiously, and you sigh, boredly, making a gesture with your hands as if to say, ‘well, get on with it’.

He smacks his lips before placing them at the top of your sternum, mumbling against your skin.

“Girl, don’t act like you don’t want this tongue. Ol’ dramatic ass…”

To further accentuate his point, he flicks his tongue a few times before pressing it to you and sliding it down the middle of your chest, pressing a wet kiss into you once he reaches the valley of your breasts. His hands push under your tank top up from the back, palming your smooth, chocolate brown skin, and he digs his fingernails right into your sides as he grips your love handles.

“Mmmm, God I love your body so much, Y/N,” he tells you, and you whimper, both at the deep rumble that comes from his chest and the little stutter your heart makes when he says it.

Not a single time in your life had anyone ever told you that before, but not a single part of you doubted the truth behind his confession. He really was the one for you.

He dips his head lower to give soft bites to your clothed tummy before hiking up the thin material to reveal the cute black and white diamond jaguar belly button stud he’d bought for you on his birthday.

“This all mines, baby? This right here?” he asks you, giving soft pecks to your middle, fingers digging deeper into you as his eyes flick up to yours. You’d been so distracted by the view you had of Erik’s plump lips loving all over you, you completely forgot all about your plan.  As you look down into the brown pools he had for eyes, you swear you could see a hint of malice lurking somewhere behind them.

With every grope, squeeze, and rough breath he took, the sensitivity between your thighs continued to grow.  It was a double edged sword at this point, but you felt your breaths start to become short and clipped, so you roll your hips and grind hard against his lap with all of your weight.

You hear his groan catch in his throat as he almost slips up, and he slaps your ass with a heavy hand in retaliation, the sound bouncing off the walls around you. Your grip on his shoulders tightens at the sharp pain, and you try again, this time reaching down to grind your palm into his crotch, finally feeling how rock solid he is.

He pulls his mouth from you right as you make contact, and for a second, you think you finally best him at his own game when he twists his body and shifts your positions, slamming your back onto the sofa. You land softly but hear the air whoosh out of the cushions around you, and your heart rate speeds up, loving how aggressive he’s finally being with your body. You look down to see him get eye to eye with your navel, body wedged between your thick thighs.

“…so you really was just tryna play me, huh…” he mutters, face pressed back against your tummy. He starts scratching his head up and down against your soft skin, tongue leaving wet trails as he nuzzles into you, and your mind swirls so much from the sensation it doesn’t even register that he’s asked you a question.

Right as you begin to undulate your hips, he drags his face up your body and pushes your shirt all the way up, stopping to give a sharp bite to the inside of your breast.

“Answer me,” he growls, and pulls at your skin, letting his teeth scrape against your flesh as it releases from his mouth. Your back arches into him, fingers digging into his braids trying to both pull him away from you and push him closer, and he takes your nipple in between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue.

You’re sputtering at this point, not even sure what it is you’re trying to say, just knowing  you’d say whatever you needed to get some relief from his mouth.

“Shit… yesyesyes..” you hiss, hoping its was he wants to hear.

“Yeah? You was tryna play me little girl? Is that watchu saying?” He slurps the other nipple into his mouth as he wraps one of your thighs around him, smacking the side of it. Shit. Wrong answer.

You try to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but he grinds himself into you roughly, and your mind goes blank again.

You have no idea how long its been since he started, but you were sure it had to have been longer than 45 seconds by now. The more he mercilessly rubbed himself against you, the closer you got to letting out some ungodly sound you weren’t even aware you could make.

It was obvious at this point that this freaky bastard was trying to get back at you for ruining his pants the other week, but you had no idea that Erik wanted to do more than just ruin yours; he wanted you to ruin the couch, too.

Erik’s heavy breathing is deep in your ear as he circles his hips, grinding into you at a delicious angle, and you grab on to his shoulders for leverage as you try and ride out the wave of pleasure that runs through you. When you catch a reasonable amount of breath, you reach down to try and push at his pelvis, hoping he’ll let you have a break.

He laughs, grabbing your throat and turning your head to face him.

“Nah, we not stopping till you give me all my moans. I want to hear every single one of them.”

You bite down on your lip hard, burying your face into his shoulder as you try one last time not to break. Erik stops grinding and reaches down between your spread legs, smoothing his hand against your crotch before reeling back and giving you a sharp pop.  Your hips jump up in response and the first sound leaves your lips: a weak cry that falls short of its potential.

Erik’s fingers rub firmly against you through the spandex material, smoothing out the slight stinging the slap left behind.

“Nuh -uh, you gon have to do better than that baby. Where my moan at, huh?” He talks into your neck, sucking into your skin.

He spreads your legs wider, sliding down your body until he’s eye to eye with your rapidly soaking center. He rests his head on your thigh against the couch while he slides the other one to hang off the side.

Taking one finger, he lazily runs the tip up your slit, circling your clit lightly before dragging it back down to his starting point.

He repeats this for about 2 minutes, teasing you with just the right amount of pressure to keep you at a standstill in your orgasm.  Letting out a whimper, you try and plead with him.

“Baby… please,” you whisper, fingers digging into his wrist to try and pull him closer, “f- feels… so good… harder…”

“Then stop playin games and give me what I want.” He grunts, pressing kisses into the underside of your leg.

You moan louder this time, nodding your head as you push your hips up to rub against him. He finally starts caressing you with all four fingers again, and you can feel the heat from your center start to radiate out. He feels it too, and he curses, leaning down to press a firm kiss there.

“Fuck baby, I can taste you through the fabric .Thats how wet you are. Take this shit off.” He growls, nipping at the skin inside your thigh.

You do as he says, reaching down to shimmy out of the tight shorts. As soon as they’re off, he flips your legs up, pushing your knees as he slides in place ready for his meal, and he gives a deep groan as soon as he see’s the thong you’ve got on.

Rubbing his nose up and down your slit, he hums into you, sticking his tongue out to poke and lap at the wet material still blocking his access.

“You lucky you got on Daddy’s favorite panties right now otherwise this shit would be in pieces.” (You’d found them one day while shopping online for a rave, and as soon as Erik saw them he begged you to get them. He was so glad to finally see them being put to good use.)

“I’ve been waiting to taste this pussy for so long baby. Can Daddy taste you, princess?”

You huff out a whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you throw your head back, trying to get yourself together.

Erik was about to make it past the panty barrier, something he’d never done before, and you needed a second to prepare yourself mentally for what was about to happen.

To say you were excited would be the understatement of the century, but even so, just a touch of nervousness still came with it.

By the fourth month of dating, you’d grown used to Erik shoving his hand down your pants any chance he got, always eager to rub you to orgasm, public or private spaces be damned. But those magic fingers of his working your clit was something you never got used to, and they always had you clutching the nearest shoulder, table, or seat edge for dear life as you’d flood your underwear with your juices.

If he could do all that with just his fingers, the thought of what that mouth could do  once combined had you already trying to close your legs and shield you from him.

He was having absolutely none of it, shoving your knees back up to your chest before wrapping one of your arms around them, making you hold them back.

“Nah, Daddy’s through with being nice. Move again and I’mma have seven course meal, keep playing wit me.”

Your clit twitches at his statement and you clutch your legs together and hold them, determined now to stop messing with this demon of a man. It was all fun and games until you remembered you had places to be the next day, and that the ability to walk would be appreciated.

“Pull em to the side.” He commands, and his eyes are laser focused now on your pussy. You do it, hooking your fingers around the crotch before pulling them off to the left, revealing your pretty pink bud and flower. Erik makes the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard come out of him, and it prompts you to pull at the hood of your clit, revealing even further its erect posture.

He wastes no time accepting the invitation and dives right in, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue dances all around it. Whatever inhibitions you had that were keeping you meek and quiet a few minutes ago all flew directly out the window, and you bucked your hips wildly as your moans spilled unfiltered from your lips. You sounded like an underpaid pornstar the way you gasped in between wails, but if Erik didn’t seem to mind, then you wouldn’t give a fuck.

You had more important things on your plate right now, like trying to figure out how you were going to get Erik off of yours.  He was devouring you like a starved animal, and you highly doubted that he’d be done with you after just one orgasm.

With all the attention on your clit, your first one came roaring in minutes, and you lifted up from the couch as all your muscles clench, cumming hard.  

After cleaning up his mess, he decides to move further south for a second helping, attacking you with his tongue.  With both hands spreading your cheeks wide, he covers your pussy with his entire mouth, his wide tongue reaching as far as it can into you as he sucks at your clit again.

You’re chanting encouraging praises now, your free hand pushing him into you as you try and ride against his face with your hips.  As your second orgasm comes you feel your insides push out, and Erik removes his tongue just in time to see your wetness gush out of you, and he laps it all up, not giving you any time to recover.

Your legs are twitching now from the overstimulation, but you’re still ready for him, eager for him to continue.

Introducing a finger, he gently pokes and prods at your entrance before slowly sliding it in, licking up any nectar that leaks out of you.

You already had the conversation (during one horny, smoke-filled night) about how you never were one for fingering yourself, and always preferred clitoral stimulation instead (which is why Erik’s fingers all but stayed glued there). You always felt like you were never able to get the right angle for it to work, even when you used the vibrating dildo you’d specifically bought for g-spot stimulation.

So when he started to finger fuck you, at the most you expected a feel good feeling, with occasional spikes of pleasure.

What you got was a ripple of sensation, and once his expert finger immediately found your g-spot, you felt yourself squeeze tightly, and he inserted another one, giving you a few slow pumps to loosen you back up. You felt fuller than you’d ever felt, desperate to hold on to every moment of his fingers moving in and out of you. Every single stroke felt better than the last, and there wasn’t a single part of it you weren’t enjoying.

With your free hand you weakly tried to push him in further, your own thumb playing with your clit as you watched his fingers disappear again and again inside of you.

You had been stifling your breath and holding it in for a little too long, and short gasps of breath were all you could take since regular breathing was now out the window.

You felt something start to turn at the back of your pussy, and your back arches up from the couch as it starts to come. Your body begins to shake, and you want to warn him, prepare him of the absolute mess that you’re about to make, but your unable to do anything other than screw your eyes shut and clutch the cushions.

Erik uses this opportunity to move to the side of you, pushing down on your lower abdomen with one hand as he continues to pummel into you with the other one.  You can feel everything in this position, and somehow your body seizes up even tighter, your muscles starting to ache from their hold.

You open your eyes just in time to see Erik spit a long string of saliva that lands right on your clit, and the evil smirk you see when you look up at Erik makes you come unraveled.

Your hips lift up as your core starts to jerk, spurts of liquid streaming out of you and landing all over Erik and the couch, getting everywhere. You feel your face contort and scrunch into what you can only imagine is the ugliest fucking face, and you don’t even realize your screaming until you stop to take a breath, feeling the soreness collect in the back of your throat.

He keeps pumping you, milking you for everything you have, and it takes you clawing at his forearm and accidentally scratching him for him to stop.

You collapse onto your back as he sucks in a breath, moaning at the stinging pain from the scratch before finally pulling his fingers out of you, slurping them into his mouth and catching the drips down his wrist.

You struggle to will yourself back to some form consciousness as you lay there, spent, silently thanking god because you were about three pumps away from having an actual asthma attack.

It was absolutely fucking ridiculous that you were really about to go into respiratory shock over getting fingered, and a small part of you was beginning to wonder if this whole sex thing was gonna work for your lungs.

Had common sense not flown the cuckoos nest that was your brain, you probably would have had the sense to tap out from this session a couple minutes ago to catch your breath.

Unfortunately, the Dumb Bitch Disease you’d contracted at the tender age of 12 decided to make a fierce comeback, and it had you unknowingly ready to die right here on Erik’s couch for a nut.

The coroner might have been able to call you a stupid ass bitch once they received your dead body, but dammit they couldn’t call you a weak one.

Erik finishes cleaning his fingers as you try to revive yourself, and he pulls off his soaked shirt, tossing it over the back of the couch.

Seeing the wet stains still painted around his mouth and the way his pecks jump as he moves makes your breaths go shallow, and you feel yourself start to hyperventilate again.

When he pulls down his pants, his thick, veiny member emerges with a bounce, and its like you can feel the weight of it, even across the couch in your half dead position.  

Your mouth drops open as it starts to water, and you simultaneously start to take in hiccups of breath, your lungs still struggling to breath normally. At the exact wrong time you decide to swallow, and now you’re coughing, chest heaving from the quick jerks you couldn’t control as you sit there and choke on your own spit. This night was quickly turning out to be one of the most mortifying you’d ever had.

Erik stops and peers down at you, the most confused and wild look painting his face.

“….Uhh …baby… you OK?”

You want to wave him off to keep him from worrying, but you’re too busy patting your chest as you finally stop coughing. You try your voice and open your mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a ragged breath that drags out of your lungs, and you sound like a middle aged chain smoker.

“Oh my god… girl are you bout to have a damn asthma attack?!”

“No I’m *gasp* fine I’m just *wheeze* trying to *choke* catch my breath.”

“Really baby. Why you breathin so heavy then.”

“Cuz I’m fucking *wheeze* fat nigga now *struggle* leave me alone.”

He pulls back up his pants and gets off the couch entirely, pacing at the foot of it while you try (and fail) to gather your breath. He would rub at your chest to help soothe you, but he figured he’d already done enough damage so far. He watches you cautiously as he pulls out his phone, fingers moving over the dial pad ready to press send on ‘911’.

“Your lungs sound like a damn bagpipe babe, I’m calling the paramedics.”

“Erik *wheeze*, I swear to god if you call somebody…” You couldn’t think of anything worse right now than having to explain yourself to a room full of officers and EMT’s that the reason they were summoned at 7:00 on a Friday night was because you got too hot and bothered and forgot how to perform the simple task of respiration. The thought alone got you to finally focus, concentrating on the rhythm of your breaths as they grew slower.

“You can’t even breathe right now baby! What I’m gon do, just sit here and watch you suffocate?!”

“Ain’t nobody suffocating, omg.” You were finally able to form full sentences.  “Look, just go in the bathroom and get my inhaler.” See? All you needed was a minute.

“You had that here the WHOLE TIME and you ain’t say nothin!?”

“Erik please…”

After a lingering look, he stalks off into the direction of the bathroom, releasing a frustrated groan at how not serious you were taking this.

“I can’t fucking believe my fucking girlfriend really out here ready to die for the dick and all I did was pull my pants down.”

“Hush boy and bring back a washcloth!” You yell after him, already knowing you’re gonna be paying for that when he gets back.

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Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, Humor,

Here’s to all my asthmatic bitches out there 🥂for not only shall we live by the dick, we shall die by the dick😂😂

[artificialqueens]

Elastic Heart - Part 6/10 (Branjie) - Mia Ugly

A/N: Thanks time a million to artificialmeggie for reading this over and telling me it was FINE. I needed that, and you’re amazing. And thanks to everyone who has been leaving such lovely comments, and to all the other Branjie writers out there who have been killing it and inspiring me on the daily. The angst levels in this chapter are high, but it’s going to be uphill(ish) soon.  And there’s an eventual happy ending tag! Tags don’t lie.

Brock feels like he lives on airplanes lately. Lining up to go through security, dealing with the TSA, bag of mini-pretzels and bottle of water in the air. He used to be afraid of flying but it’s not like that’s an option any more. Sometimes he’s in town for a show overnight and then on the road again. It’s not how he really wants to run things, but he’s nothing but grateful right now.  How many people get to make a living doing this? How many people are so in demand they can’t sit still for more than a couple days?  He tells himself how grateful he is, over and over again, in case he starts to forget.

Maybe he’s feeling homesick, or something.  He doesn’t usually get like this on the road, usually buries himself in a book, or listens to music, or choreographs a number in his head. 

Maybe he’s just missing his cats.

Brock goes to Victoria, goes to Los Angeles, goes to Cincinnati. Brock does stretches in the passenger waiting area, regardless of who looks at him, and prays to whoever’s listening that his gowns won’t get crushed to shit by the baggage handlers. 

He waits in the security line-up. Deals with the TSA asking him what kind of “performer” he is. 

Bottle of water and bag of mini-pretzels in the air.

Takes off his belt and shoes.

TSA.

Mini-pretzels and recycled air that tastes like a headache.

He flies into Fort Lauderdale for his last show in a string of shows, running on probably six hours of sleep in the past three days (it’s fine, he’s fine.) He knows some of the regular girls, has performed here before, and he has enough adrenaline left in him to turn it out on stage.  People are still gagging over his lip-sync with Yvie; the footage is making the rounds online, and thankfully any Celine Dion comments are minimal.

Tomorrow he’s flying home, going to spend a few evenings performing in Nashville, and a few nights sleeping in his own bed.  He is already dreaming about his mattress, and it’s enough to keep him going for a couple more hours.

As he de-drags in the green room, one of the Florida queens talks to him in between sips of her cocktail, tells him how much she loved Drag Race, asks whether he can get her Scarlet Envy’s phone number, pesters him about who makes the top four. She’s tipsy but delightful, and as Brock is about to stumble away to his hotel room, eyes literally starting to close on their own, she asks: “You going to Orlando next?”

“No.” Brock hoists his garment bag over his shoulder. “Why?”

“Oh, I just thought, cuz your boyfriend is there. You know, Vanjie’s at Southern Nights tomorrow. I was gonna drive down just to see her because she’s fucking hilarious! I thought you’d - be there too.” The queen clearly realizes that she’s walked into something uncomfortable. “So you’re not.  Okay.  That’s - nevermind.”

He could be in Orlando in three hours if he rented a car. Or he could catch a standby flight and be there in less than one (shut the fuck up, Brock’s brain.  You’ve done enough.)

“Yeah, it’s too bad.  Just so busy lately.” Brock smiles dully and leaves while he can still walk.

Back in his hotel, buried under the grubby layers of comfy clothing that he prefers, Brock calls himself an idiot while he checks Jose’s website.  There’s nothing about any Orlando show; the queen at the bar must be wrong.

Though the website is shit for updates.

He could drive to Orlando just - for the drive. Rent a car, take his time.  It would be easy to change his flight to a later date.  He could stop along the way at whatever weird roadside places he didn’t think would creatively murder him (the few horror movies he’s seen have scarred him for life.)

He’s been to Southern Nights before, it’s a decent club.  Even if Jose wasn’t there, it would not be the worst way to spend a day off.  And if Jose was there -  if he was there, Brock would -

Would tell him how good it was to see him.

Would tell him it was all fine.  That Brock was fine. 

Would tell him he was ready to let it go. To be friends. Or not friends.  Whatever Jose wanted. 

He would say all this, he would move the fuck on, if he got to see Jose once more.  Just one more time, and then he’d listen to Yvie and get over it.

“tell me not to drive to orlando 2moro 2 see her,” he texts Nina, and then falls asleep like a tree being cut down.

When he wakes up the next morning, he has six new texts.

“Vanessa???!!!”

“YOU MUST GO TO HER.”

“YOU DESERVE LOVE BROCK.”

“Sorry if that last text came off as too directive, do what you need to do.  But also drive to Orlando. Or don’t. Do you want to call me? Call me if you want to.”

“jsdpfijwefivpij I can’t even I’m so happy.”

“Either way TELL ME.”

Brock rolls out of bed, and wishes he could sleep for a couple more years.  Instead he gets on his workout clothing and hits the hotel’s gym for about an hour, trying to focus on the parts of his body that at least he has some control over (his arms, his legs, his back.  Not his heart.  Not his head.)

Then he showers, packs, and makes some revolting instant coffee.

Yvie said he should move on. And he’s going to. He’s going to any day now.

But first he’s going to check out, grab his suitcase, and go rent a car.

* * *

The van ride back to the hotel is quiet.  Or maybe it just feels that way because Brooke isn’t hearing anything, is still teary-eyed and in her head even though both she and Yvie are safe.  Safe for fucking now, anyway. That was too close, and not even a little bit okay.

Brooke’s not okay.

Vanjie is not holding her hand.

They all go back to their separate rooms (Yvie giving her one last sweaty hug) and Brooke sits on her bed and shakes. 

There was a moment there, where she thought she was going home. That it was done. 

She showered before her talking head interview, but she wants to shower again.  She wants to wash the day off of her, wash that cringing sense of inadequacy. She knows it’s okay, on a certain level, knows that she’s still been a challenge winner twice, and her reveal was something to write songs about. But but but (if you aren’t perfect what’s the fucking point, if you aren’t perfect then you’re less than, you’re wrong, you’re failing -)

It’s not true. Brooke knows it’s not true and she’s been through enough therapy to get that this is an unhelpful belief. She’s focusing on the negative instead of the positive and she should - do some fucking yoga or something. 

But she sits on the bed and shakes.

There’s a knock at her door.

Brooke barely has the energy to cross the room and answer it. But she does. Vanessa is standing there in the door, dark silhouette against the brightness of the hallway.

“We got five minutes,” she says quietly, and then the door has closed behind her and she’s in Brooke’s arms.

Brooke can feel Vanessa’s heartbeat through her t-shirt, both of their chests pressed together and Vanessa’s face tucked in the curve of Brooke’s neck.  Brooke finally feels like she can breathe again, and that’s what makes this so much worse. 

She shouldn’t need anyone to breathe. She shouldn’t need anyone. 

“You’re here,” Vanjie says against her neck, “You’re here, you’re still here.”

Brooke exhales unsteadily. “Barely.”

“Bitch, don’t start with that. You were fine as hell out there, if anyone was going home it was Yvie. You see her doing any reveals like you? Nah girl, nah. It was never gonna be you.”

“But like -” Brooke pulls back, looks into Vanjie’s face. “That was so fucking close.  Fuck.  I’m just -” She holds up her hand, shows Vanjie how much it’s trembling.

“Girl, I know.  You think I don’t know? I been sent home, okay? I got the whole sickenin’ experience.”

“I can’t even imagine.  That was awful.”

Vanjie nods, eyes serious but warm, magnetic. “You still turnt it, though. Knew you would, baby.”

Feeling desperate, Brooke takes Vanjie’s face in her hands and kisses her. It’s a hard kiss, maybe too hard, but Brooke wants to remember it.

When she finally pulls away, Vanjie looks up at her.  Her eyes widen briefly at what she sees. 

“Oh.” Vanjie takes a step back. “Shit.”

“I think - we need to -” The words don’t want to come out of her mouth. “Slow things down.”

Vanjie closes her eyes. She breathes through her nose. “Okay.” 

Everything hurts. 

“Like - we have to focus. I’ve been - distracted.”

“Right.”

“And I don’t want to fuck this up for you.  I want us to - to go all the way. And tonight it was almost both of us in that bottom and I don’t know what I’d do - that can’t happen again.”

Vanjie says nothing. Her shoulders are squared, back straight.  Guard up.  

Brooke hates it.

“It’s a competition. I’ve got to get my head right.”

Vanjie breathes out an ugly laugh. “So… what you want me to do, mama? Like not talk to your ass or something?”

“No.” Fuck no, Brooke couldn’t handle it if Vanjie stopped talking to her. “Just - I  - we have to put this on hold. And then  - when this is all over -”

“Right.” Vanjie takes another step back. Another.  Brooke does not touch her - if she touches her she’ll never fucking stop. “I’d better get back to it. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Say how fine you looked out there.”

“Vanjie,” Brooke’s heart is breaking (and that’s why it’s so critical that this happens now, before she can fall any harder, any farther. That’s why she needs to do this. Even if it hurts, even if it destroys her now, in the end it will be worth it.) 

“We good, girl. I get you. I -” Vanjie runs her hands through her hair, making it stand up at odd angles.  Brooke realizes she’s never seen her disheveled, and it hurts to see her like that now.

“Right. Okay.” Vanjie nods almost to herself, and then leaves.  Brooke wants to stop her with every passing second, and then wants to run down the hall after her - but she doesn’t.  She forces herself to lock the door.  Sits back down on the bed. 

Shakes.

For a while, they pull it off. No one really says anything about it in the werkroom (though Nina keeps looking over at Brooke with sad, shiny eyes) and they don’t act that much differently around each other. 

They just - don’t touch. And if Brooke is feeling pressed she talks to Nina or Plastique, doesn’t cross the floor to check out Vanjie’s station, doesn’t ask her what she’s working on. She laughs at Vanjie’s jokes and they smile at each other when they’re in the mini challenges but that’s as far as it goes.  They’re just two competitors on the show.  They’re just good friends, like Vanjie said.

Brooke focuses on what she came to do, and that’s win. 

And then Vanessa is in the bottom two. Brooke has to stand there and watch her crumble in front of the judges before absolutely slaying the lip sync.  Brooke’s screaming herself hoarse by the end of it, and Vanjie’s smile when she’s safe is gonna be etched in Brooke’s mind for the rest of her damn life.

“Good job, girl.” Brooke touches Vanjie’s shoulder as they’re leaving the stage. 

“Thanks.” They both pretend they didn’t see Vanjie flinch at the contact.  

Brooke keeps her hands laced together after that, and Vanjie walks off to talk to Silky.  Brooke swallows down the shattering relief that Vanjie is still in the competition, and doesn’t watch her go.

And then Vanessa is in the bottom two again.

The look that comes over her face when Ru tells her makes Brooke want to break something. But instead she stands at the back with the other safe queens, and watches Vanessa lip sync one more time.  Her performance is smaller now, less confident, and it’s a close call between her and Shuga.

But Vanessa stays, and she walks right past Brooke on the way back to the werkroom, doesn’t talk to her.  Doesn’t touch her. 

Vanjie’s quiet as she gets out of drag, can’t even be coaxed into conversation by her girls, and Brooke fucking hates it. She knows this competition fucks you up, but she thought maybe it would give a free pass to Vanessa Mateo on account of her being Everything. Apparently not. 

The worst thing about it is the sight of her so shut down. It’d be better if she would get angry, explode or cry or something. But instead, as Brooke watches her, Vanjie seems almost numb.

That night Brooke does something stupid. She slides a note under the door of her hotel room.

After a few minutes of silence, she hears the sound of tearing tape.  Her door opens and baby-lesbian P.A. (Maya?) blinks at her.

“Do you know what room she’s in?”

The girl swallows, anxiously. Then she nods.

“I’ll give you five minutes, okay?” the P.A. on the twelfth floor tells her, and Brooke is so grateful she could cry. She knows this goes against her insistence that they stay focused, professional, but she just needs a moment, just one second alone with Vanjie.  Just one.

The P.A. removes the tape. Brooke knocks on the door.

When Vanjie opens it, she looks confused.  She lets Brooke inside anyway.

“You ain’t s’posed to be here.” Vanjie closes the door, leans against it. “What’s going on?”

“I wanted to see how you were.”

Vanjie stares at her.  Then she laughs, unhappily.  “How I was? Thought that’d be pretty obvious.” She shakes her head. “Funny you wonderin’ about this now.”

“In the werkroom - you were so quiet.  It didn’t seem right.”

“Nice work, Nancy Drew. Didn’t seem right.  Well, lip syncing two weeks in a row, read to filth by Michelle for my busted ass runway -”

“That is not true, tonight you fucking lit it up -”

“I don’t belong here, Brooke.  Okay? That’s how I am. That’s what they’re tellin’ me.  They brought me back, but maybe they shouldn’t have.”

“Don’t say that,” Brooke is furious and heartbroken at the same time. “Don’t you fucking dare. You deserve to be here as much as anyone.”

“And what would you know ‘bout that?  

“I know that you’re fierce and funny and an incredible dancer and I -”

“You what?” Vanjie’s reply has an edge to it. “What are you even doin’ here? I thought we were s’posed to be acting all cool now. I been followin’ the rules you made, I been giving you space -”

“I didn’t want space! I wanted -”

“What do you want? Cuz you say all this shit to me, and then you come up here and you act like I’m somethin’ and I can’t with this right now. Okay?” Vanjie’s voice cracks (ice under Brooke’s feet, ice all around his heart.) “I can’t.” 

This is not what Brooke wanted. 

Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe it was a mistake.  They have boundaries in place for a reason, maybe Brooke should go.

Say something, damn it.

“I know this is hard. You’ve dealt with hard before, and you fucking handled it.” Don’t fucking cry, you asshole. “They brought you back because people love you.  No one gave you that, you earned it by just being - who you are.” 

“Who I am.” Vanjie’s tone is dismissive. “You don’t even know me, and you say that shit to me, when all I need -”

“What?” Brooke holds out her hands. “What do you need?”

Vanjie looks like Brooke just slapped her. “I don’t need nothin’ from you.”

It takes Brooke a second for the impact of those words to register.  She opens her mouth to say - what? she doesn’t know - but by that time Vanessa is walking forward too quickly, and their hands are suddenly all over each other, and Brooke’s tongue is in Vanjie’s mouth oh Jesus God -

This is not why Brooke came up here, this is not what she wanted, but she can’t stop making desperate little moans into each kiss, and her hands are fisted in Vanjie’s t-shirt and she doesn’t know how she’ll ever let go. 

“Please,” she gasps into Vanjie’s mouth.

Vanessa’s shaking even as she’s walking backwards towards the bed, taking Brooke with her. 

This is not going to help them, it’s going to mess things up even more. But Vanjie’s so warm in Brooke’s arms, so hard against her hip, and Brooke doesn’t know how to say no to this. 

“I fuckin’ missedyou, I miss you, this is not what I -” Vanjie stops talking as her legs hit the bed, and then she’s falling backwards, pulling Brooke on top of her and into a bruising kiss. Brooke’s hand is pushing up Vanjie’s shirt, desperate to get her hands on skin. They pull their mouths apart briefly so Vanjie can pull the shirt off over her head, and then there’s nothing but skin beneath Brooke’s hands, Brooke’s mouth, the body that’s been driving Brooke mad for weeks.

“Please let me,” Brooke begs, doesn’t care if she sounds pathetic, doesn’t care if their five minutes are up.  She’s kissing her way down Vanjie’s chest, down her flat stomach. If she had time, she’d take this slow, but the last thing they have is time.  Brooke’s been dreaming about sucking her off for too long, and if doesn’t get her mouth on Vanjie she might actually die (her heartbeat is erratic, she may be having a heart attack, is this what that feels like -)

“You said -” Vanessa gasps, arching her back.  Then she nods.  “Okay, shit - okay.”

Brooke’s hands hook into the elastic waistband of Vanjie’s pants.  “Yeah?” she checks one more time.

“Yes, God - Brooke, just -”

So Brooke rolls Vanjie’s sweats down, over her hip bones, each movement exposing more and more skin until at last -

“Fuck,” Brooke gasps as Vanjie’s cock is finally in her hands, finally hot and hard under her palm. 

Vanjie lets out a breathless, broken cry and Brooke swallows her down, eyes closed and mouth watering. 

“Jesus fuck,” Vanjie gaps, hands winding tight in Brooke’s hair. “Yes, that’s - okay, okay, like that, I - I can’t -”

Vanjie’s a talker.  Brooke probably should have guessed that.

The world and the room dissolve into nothing but sensation - the salt-bitter taste in Brooke’s mouth, gentle thrust of hips beneath her hands, pressure against her skull and the sound of Vanjie’s broken voice, gasping, begging for Brooke not to stop.  Nothing has ever been as intoxicating as this sound. 

“Bitch, you don’t even - yes that’s it, baby, fuck -”

It doesn’t last long enough (Brooke could do this all night, could do it forever, as long as Vanjie doesn’t stop talking -) and soon there are fingers tightening in Brooke’s hair, hands pulling and Vanessa writhing underneath her, trembling -

“Brooke, I’m - I’m going to.  Is that - is this - fuck me up, I’m -”

Brooke swallows around her, swallows her down, and the sound that Vanjie makes when she comes is going to be the end of Brooke’s life, she swears to God. She’s surprised the whole bed hasn’t lit on fire because there’s fire spilling out of her mouth, off her fingertips, all the want in the world coalesced beneath her hands and turning into diamonds.

(Oh if you were mine.)

Then there’s nothing but the sound of their breathing.  

The sound of Brooke’s frantic heartbeat in her head. 

The hum of the traffic outside and the world turning in increments, moving them farther and farther away from this moment (closer and closer to the end of it.)

“Brooke.”

Brooke presses her mouth to Vanjie’s hip.  She drags her tongue across the lines of her stomach. She doesn’t even feel the need to get herself off (even though she could, Christ, it would take thirty seconds) just wants to bask in the feel of the body beneath her, the overwhelming taste of Vanjie’s skin, her heartbeat, her smell -

“Brock.” Vanjie tugs on her hair, traces a hand across her face.

Brooke looks up.  Her heart lurches, hard as a closed fist. 

Vanessa looks - wrecked. 

She’s breathing fast and her lips are red like she’s been biting them and she’s incomparably gorgeous, like some sort of bespoke wet dream, but - but there’s something - something -

“I don’t -” Vanjie rubs her hands over her face. Squeezes her eyes shut. “You should go.”

Brooke bites down on the inside of her cheek, so hard she loses feeling in it. 

Then she nods. 

She tries to remember how to get up off the bed, how to make her arms and legs move in tandem. She tries to remember what it feels like to have a heart that doesn’t sting with every beat it takes, like antiseptic on a wound.

Vanjie sits up, pulls her pants back over her hips. She looks around for her shirt but quickly gives up. She’s still flushed, still trembling.  

Brooke doesn’t touch her.  Vanessa doesn’t look at her.

“You gotta figure out what you want, Miss Hytes,” Vanjie says, staring at the wall. “Cuz I sure as fuck don’t know.”

And there are things Brooke could say right now. She could tell Vanessa how scared she is, and how uncertain she is, and how she lights up like a struck match whenever Vanessa is in the room, even if they aren’t talking to each other.  She could say you, I want you, as if it were easy, as if there was no axe about to fall, no clouds on the horizon.

Or she could say nothing.

She could walk away.

In the end, that’s what she does.

[invaderzia1]

Summertime Sadness (Reiner Braun x Female!Reader) (Modern Au)

Not associated with that one song :) yo this was supposed to come out beginning of summer but look where we are now huh

Everything hurt. There was a distinct pain in the back of your throat and your nose was very clogged. As you began to awaken more, it became ever clear that this was your allergies again. The past couple days have been quite painful for you, but something about today felt different. Sitting up in bed, rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, you saw your boyfriend laying next to you, quietly scrolling through his phone. The burly male turned towards you, smiling up at you.

“Morning, sunshine.” He said.

You opened your mouth to speak, but only a faint croak of words came out. Your eyes widened as the truth of what was wrong set in. Reiner stared back at you, a dorky grin forming on his face. There was still a dull pain in your throat and a noticeable scratchieness.

“Babe, can you get me some water?” You croaked out, cringing at how your voice sounded.

Reiner held in his laugh, not wanting to land on your bad side, and simply nodded, quickly makin his way out of the room. From your bedroom you could still hear Reiner laughing as he made his way to the kitchen. A pout proudly made its way onto your lips, crossing your arms as you waited for him to return.

Reiner reentered the room after a few minutes, finding his girlfriend pouting at him. While he didn’t like to see her upset, she sure looked cute with that pout. He handed her the water she wanted and returned to his place in bed.

“Come on, babe. You’ve gotta admit you sound pretty funny right now.”

“Doesn’t mean you can be mean about it.” She mumbled, Reiner barely catching what she said.

Reiner roller his eyes and wrapped an arm around you. “How about I make you the best chicken soup you’ll ever eat and you turn on a movie and relax? Would that make you feel better?”

Not wanting to strain your voice, you nodded and made yourself comfortable in the bed. Reiner just sent a soft smile towards you as he got back up and left the room. You immediately missed the warmth of his body, but knew soup would be better than just cuddling today.

The pain in your throat was still ever present and making everything ten tones worse for you. The water was helping but not as much as you wanted. Hopefully Reiner would be able to find some for you when he came back. Reaching for you phone, you noticed several messages from one of your close friends.

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: yo you still wanna get lunch later???

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: wake up I need an answer soon

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: I stg I will burst into your house and get the answer myself if you don’t respond soon

Rolling your eyes at his brash nature, you began to type your response, hoping he wouldn’t be rushing into the apartment any time soon.

(Y/n): sorry, don’t think I can make it. Super sick rn :(

(Y/n): we can reschedule for later this week, hopefully I don’t die by then

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: boo hoo

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: what’s wrong? Fuckface give you the flu or something?

(Y/n): haha v funny

(Y/n): but no, my allergies are trying to close my throat currently. Can barely breath rn

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: sucks to be you

You sighed at his comment, used to the rough attitude.

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: do you need me to come over or something? Rather you don’t die tbh

(Y/n): nah, reiners here and making me some soup

There wasn’t a response immediately, probably due to Porco gagging at your boyfriends name. The two really didn’t get along, though it was more like Porco had some sort of vendetta against him. He was the one to introduce you and Reiner, but it wasn’t like he was trying to get you together, that was on both of you. The thought was quite amusing, remembering how much Porco scolded you when you first told him you were interested in the blonde male.

The phone buzzed in your hand, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: ew

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: you’ll need to decontaminate your apartment after he leaves 😷😷

(Y/n): don’t be rude just cuz your jealous

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: Not jealous, just warning you . Tho you should clean it to get the pollen out I guess.

Porcky Boi 🐽🐽: well, I’ll let you be. Stay well and sleep a lot.

(Y/n): peace, see you later

Closing out of your messages, you began to pull up the YouTube app and catch up on some of your videos. Half way through the video, you heard the unmistakable foot steps of your boyfriend approaching. As he entered the room you noticed him looking as adorable as ever. His hair was slightly messy and he was in a bright pink apron your grandmother had given you a few years ago. He smiled softly at you before spreading, leaning against the door frame.

“You okay back here? Want me to get you anything?” Reiner asked.

“Actually,” you started, the scratchy feeling making it harder to speak as your voice continued to disappear, “if you could grab some throat lozenges that’d be great.”

Reiner just nodded and ducked out of the room, leaving you back to your videos. You could hear him down the hall, tearing up your bathroom trying to find those lozenges. After a few minutes of Reiner tearing everything apart, he returned. He had a sheepish look on his face as he walked towards you.

“Soooo, I could only find one lozenge.” He said, drawing out the first part of the sentence. “But, I’ll go out and grab you a full pack of them!! And some candy!” God, he was like a cute puppy, just trying to make you happy.

“That’s fine, I just need some lozenges, I don’t need you blowing your entire paycheck on me.” You held out your hand for the lozenge as Reiner handed it to you. Quickly popping it into your mouth, you felt the relief almost instantly.

“I just want you to feel better, so if you need anything, and I mean anything, I will go get it for you, babe-“ Reiner was cut off by the sound an alarm going off, somewhere further into the apartment. “Shit, one minute!!” He yelled out, running out of the room and down the hall.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, it was quite the sight as not too long ago he was teasing you and now here he was acting all cute and shit for you. You truly felt lucky to have him. You wanted to yell out to him and ask if everything was okay, but current circumstances stopped that from happening. Instead, you just stayed in bed and hoped everything was okay. Hopefully if the apartment caught fire Reiner would come in and save you, cuz there was no way you would be able to run far like this.

After waiting for what felt like an eternity, which was more like 10 minutes, Reiner returned with a bowl in one hand and a mug in another. As he placed it down onto the side table next to you, the smell of the soup he made wafted towards you. Dear god, it smelt heavenly!! You nearly melted right there, but Reiner quickly dipped the spoon in and brought it towards your lips. It tasted better than it smelt, taking you to a higher plane of existence.

“Mmmm, who knew you were such a good cook.” You mumbled in a state of bliss.

“Not many people, I try to keep it a secret.” He replied, taking a seat on the other side of the bed.

“What for? Such a talent shouldn’t be hidden.”

Reiner chuckled to himself, wrapping an arm around you. “I don’t need the guys to make fun of me for this, if Porco found out I don’t think I’d live it down.”

“Oh hush, it’s not that bad.” You jokingly scolded him, lightly nudging him with your elbow. Taking another spoonful of soup, you leaned into Reiner’s broad chest.

“So you feeling any better?”

“I can kind of get a sentence out now, so that’s something, but other than that still feeling pretty shitty.”

You grabbed the remote from the bed side table and turned on your television, switching to Netflix and scrolling down to the movie section. There were a few movies which caught your eye, but after a bit more searching a small squeal came from you as you stumbled on your favorite movie. Reiner rolled his eyes, yet kept his mouth closed.

“Babe, oh my god, we have to!!” You gushed, your voice cutting out here and there from the high pitch glee.

“It’s your choice, babe. Though, you have seen it like twenty times already.”

Ignoring his comment, you pressed play on the movie and snuggled against Reiner in a more comfortable position, continuing to sip on your soup as Reiner did the same.

Half way through the movie, Reiner began kissing down your neck, slightly pulling your attention away from the screen. His little kisses were sweet at first, but slowly you could feel his teeth scrape against the skin. It wasn’t long before he started biting down and sucking on the skin.

Letting a shaky moan escape your lips, you lightly pushed him off, wanting to focus on the movie. However, Reiner tightened his grip around you waist and left another mark on your neck.

“Reiner, stop!” You whined out.

Reiner just hummed out his response, not stopping his actions. His nose rubbed against the soft skin of your neck, placing a soft kiss on the dark mark he left.

Your breathing started to become heavy, due in part mostly to how swollen your throat was feeling, but your boyfriends nips weren’t helping either. Obviously, you weren’t in the mood for this, but you weren’t gonna just let him stop either.

Reiner wasn’t dumb either, he wasn’t going in for the kill, he just wanted to distract you from how shit you felt. But, he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to mark you as his either. Turning to look at you, Reiner chuckled at your flushed face, finding it adorable at how embarrassed you seemed to get at his actions.

“Aw, babe, you look so cute,” Reiner cooed, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Not funny, ya big bear.” You squeaked out, crossing your arms. A cute pout made its way to your face, turning away from his face.

Reiner rubbed his face against the side of your neck, his eyes closed as he did. The scruffiness of his beard made you cringe, but the softness of the rest of his face was nice. He hummed out a response, enjoying how close you are.

“Stop,” You stuttered out, “It tickles!”

You tried to squirm from his grasp, but his grip was strong around your waist, effectively holding you in place. A few more failed attempts at escaping and pleading with him only made him rub his beard against you more, an evil smirk on his lips.

“If you want it to stop, then you’ll have to kiss me!” Reiner proclaimed, as if he was a Disney villain.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Just stop with the beard, you monster!”

Reiner loosened his grip and, as promised, removed his beard from your neck. He readied his lips for the kiss, as if he was a lovesick school girl waiting for her crush to man up and kiss her. Instead, he felt her lips press against his cheek, before pulling away. Reiner opened his eyes, pouting as he saw her nervously scratch her neck.

“Baaaaaabe.”

“Yeah?”

“You can do better than that, give me a real kiss this time.”

You purses your lips together, using your secret weapon on him. Puppy eyes. You knew that Reiner wouldn’t be able to handle the cuteness when you unleashed them.

“But.... babe, you said only one kiss.”

Reiner’s cheeks dusted with pink, already falling victim to your trick. Just looking at you, he felt his heart beat faster, finding you cuter than ever. He stared down at you, causing you both go engage in a silent battle to see who would win. Thought, Reiner didn’t stand a chance against you. He threw his hands up in defeat, covering his face as you cheered in victory.

Over exciting yourself, it felt harder than before to breath, causing you to let out several choked coughs. Reiner chuckled at your struggle, moving a hand away from his face as he did, making sure you were okay.

After that, you both returned to the movie. You cuddled into Reiners broad chest as you began to feel yourself grow tired, clearly your shitty allergies we’re making you feel weaker than usual. It wasn’t long until you feel asleep, cuddled up ti your loving boyfriend, who played with your hair until you passed out.

While your summer allergies may get you down, there’s always someone near to cheer you back up.

[kawaiikichi]

The Challenge (Oumasai)

Prompt #90 from the Drabble Challenge for Anon! This one was interesting to write, considering that while I own Ikea furniture at my home, I never had to actually assemble it (I let my dad do all that) XD

So, Anon, I know that you also requested Prompt #19; that one will be uploaded shortly after this one.

I hope you like it and let me know if you want anything changed/edited.

*Based off of this request*

Title: The Challenge

Prompt: “I’m not buying Ikea furniture again.”

Summary: Shuichi has heard about how complicated assembling Ikea furniture can get and therefore, has decided not to buy any furniture from there. But, when Kokichi ends up buying a new bed frame for their room from Ikea, Shuichi is everything but pleased.

One-Shot Notes: 24,990¥ is equivalent to approximately $229

One-shot is under the cut!

Kokichi woke up that morning to find six hundred dollars and a note by the mattress that him and Shuichi have been sleeping on since they had moved into their new apartment.

“What the...?” he grumbled as he reached out and picked up the note that sat atop the money.

Kichi,

I’m giving you six hundred dollars for the bed frame. Go out today and pick one that you like. Don’t worry about what I’m going to think of it; I’ll be fine with whatever you choose.

I’ll see you when I come back from work. I love you.

Love,

Shuichi

Kokichi couldn’t help but smile as he ran his finger over the words I love you.

He’s so sweet, he thought to himself.

He then frowned, looking over at the six hundred dollars by the mattress.

But, six hundred dollars, though...does he think I’m going to buy some fancy bed frame or something? he wondered to himself.

He sighed.

“There’s no use questioning it. I should just use it.” he said as he reached out and picked up his phone. He went into his messages and typed out a message to one of his friends.

Kokichi O: I hope you’re awake cuz I’m taking you shopping with me. Be ready by the time I get to your place.

💜💜💜💜

Rantaro yawned as he pulled up in front of Ikea.

“The fact that you’re calling me out to go bed frame shopping when it’s my day off troubles me.” he commented.

“Oh, hush. Your café is always closed on Tuesdays, so you can just get your extra hours of sleep next week.” Kokichi said as Rantaro cut the engine and the two of them stepped out.

“Alright, let’s see if Ikea has some nice bed frames.” Rantaro said.

“I would like to hope so. If not, then I may as well just find something online.” Kokichi said as the two of them walked into Ikea.

They took the escalator up and they began walking around, looking at the many showroom displays.

“Did he say what kind of bed frame he wanted specifically?” Rantaro asked.

Kokichi shook his head.

“Nah. He told me to just pick something.” he tucked some hair behind his ear. “I don’t blame him, considering that we’ve been sleeping on the mattress for a good month and a half no—Whoa! That’s a really nice kitchen!” he exclaimed, rushing over to one of the kitchen displays.

“Kokichi, we’re not here for kitchen remodeling.” Rantaro said as he began to make his way over to him.

Kokichi pouted as he looked away from the price tag of a bar stool that he had in his hand.

“I can at least look, can’t I?” he whined.

Rantaro chuckled.

“Maybe you and Shuichi can go kitchen remodeling shopping together another time.” he said as he grabbed Kokichi’s sweater sleeve and dragged him off to where the beds were.

Kokichi mumbled a small complaint under his breath as they approached the bedroom section of the showroom.

“Now, let’s get to work.” Rantaro said, releasing Kokichi’s sweater sleeve and he began observing the beds.

Kokichi sighed.

“Might as well do the same...” he mumbled as he also began observing the beds.

As they searched, Kokichi would occasionally get distracted by a really nice bed sheet or a small, sparkling chandelier hanging above one of the king-sized beds. This would cause Rantaro to pull him away by the ear and remind him why it is they came to Ikea to begin with.

Kokichi sighed, getting ready to tell Rantaro that they should give up when he saw a black wood, king size bed frame in one of the bedroom displays. It was a relatively simple bed frame with no designs or patterns on the headboard (Shuichi preferred things that had little to no embellishments on them at all while Kokichi was the opposite), but it was fine enough that Kokichi wouldn’t mind going with something more simple for a little while.

“Hey, Rantaro! I think I found one!” he called out.

“You did?” Rantaro made his way over to Kokichi. “So, you like that one?” he asked.

“Yeah. Plus, it’s only twenty-four thousand nine hundred and ninety yen.” Kokichi explained, lifting the price tag up for him to see.

“Hm, that’s not bad.” Rantaro nodded his head in approval. “Okay, let’s take a picture of the tag and then we can head downstairs to the self serve furniture area and get it.” he suggested.

Kokichi nodded.

“Okay.” he said as Rantaro pulled out his cell phone. Kokichi held up the tag as Rantaro took a picture of it.

“Alright. Now, let’s get going.” Rantaro said.

“Yeah.” Kokichi replied as they began to make their way through the rest of the  showroom and they headed downstairs.

💜💜💜💜

Shuichi stepped out of the elevator later that evening and he made his way down the hall to the apartment he moved into with Kokichi recently.

I wonder what kind of bed he ended up picking out, he wondered to himself.

He approached the door to their apartment and he unlocked it, stepping inside.

“Kichi, I’m home!” he called out.

“I’m in the bedroom, babe!” he heard Kokichi call out in response.

He closed the door behind him and he slipped off his shoes and coat, hanging the coat on the coat rack. He made his way over to the hall towards their bedroom.

“Did you manage to find a bed frame?” he asked.

“I did, but...” Kokichi trailed off.

“But?” Shuichi answered as he stepped into the bedroom.

He paled upon seeing the familiar Ikea assembly instruction booklet in Kokichi’s hands.

“Kichi...can you tell me where you bought that bed frame?” he asked.

“Hm?” Kokichi looked up from the booklet, closing it. “I bought it from Ikea. Why?” he answered.

Shuichi let out an exasperated sigh, face palming.

“Out of all the furniture places in the area, you choose to buy something from Ikea...?” he mumbled.

“What? Is there a problem with me choosing to buy something from Ikea?” Kokichi asked.

“Yes, I have a problem with that.” Shuichi pointed at the unassembled bed frame. “Don’t you know that Ikea furniture is hard to assemble?!” he asked.

“How was I supposed to know that?!” Kokichi snapped.

“Well, you should. Why do you think I’ve never bought anything from there, to begin with?” Shuichi asked.

“Oh, so I was supposed to know? Well, that’s news to me, considering that I never heard you say anything about it.” Kokichi pointed out.

“Well, now you know.” Shuichi said.

Kokichi sighed.

“Well, either way, I don’t understand the instructions. I was waiting until you got back for you to look at them.” Kokichi said.

“I believe that’s your way of saying that you’re making me assemble it while you watch.” Shuichi stated.

Kokichi let out a ‘nishishi’.

“Maaaaaaaaan, you catch on quickly, as always.” he said.

He began to fan himself with the booklet as Shuichi shook his head.

“Well, you’re out of luck. I’m not putting that together.” he said.

“And why not?” Kokichi asked.

“Because Ikea furniture is complicated! Do I look like I want to have to deal with that?!” Shuichi pointed out.

He breathed out a sigh.

“I’m going to go find something to eat. I’m hungry.” he said as he turned and began to make his way out of the bedroom.

“Oh?” Kokichi’s eyebrow quirked up as he crossed his arms over his chest, lips curling into a challenging smirk. “Is the great almighty detective, who can solve a serial murder case in no time at all, chickening out because he can’t assemble a piece of furniture?” he asked.

Shuichi stopped in the doorway, eyebrow twitching.

“Huh?” he answered, looking over his shoulder at Kokichi with his eyebrows furrowed.

“You heard me.” Kokichi stared at him. “Are you going to chicken out of this, Shuichi?” he asked.

“Are you challenging me?” Shuichi asked.

“Who knows~” Kokichi singsonged in response.

Shuichi glowered at him.

Oh, he’s done it now...I’ll show him! he thought to himself.

He stalked over to Kokichi.

“Give me that.” he said, snatching the booklet out of his hands and making his way over to the unassembled bed frame.

“Nishishi, seems like someone snapped.” Kokichi turned around on his heel to look at Shuichi. “So? Does this mean that you accept my challenge?” he asked.

“I don’t know what else it could mean, Kokichi.” Shuichi shot back.

“Oooooh, how sassy.” Kokichi giggled. “Welp, I’m going to leave you to your own devices and go take a nice, warm bath!” Kokichi chirped.

He went over to the dresser, pulled out one of Shuichi’s shirts, and skipped over to the door.

“Have fun, babe~” he said before slipping out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Shuichi looked at the door and then back at the booklet.

“I can’t back out now. I accepted his challenge, after all.” he muttered as he flipped through the booklet.

As long as he was able to prove to Kokichi that he can do it, he didn’t mind having to put together the bed frame.

💜💜💜💜

After four hours, Shuichi finally finished assembling the bed frame.

Kokichi poked his head into the room, two beer bottles in hand.

“Seems like someone managed to put it together.” he commented.

“Yeah, I did.” Shuichi threw the booklet down onto the bed’s comforter. “There. Happy now?” he asked.

Kokichi nodded.

“Very much so.” Kokichi held up one of the beer bottles. “Beer?” he asked.

“Yes, please. After that nonsense, I really need a drink.” Shuichi replied. Kokichi giggled.

“Alright.” he replied as he made his way over to Shuichi.

Shuichi took the bottle from him and they sat down on the bed side by side, taking swigs from their bottles. Shuichi sighed as he placed his beer bottle on the dresser (he took it from the guest room in their apartment).

“I’m not buying Ikea furniture again.” he stated.

Kokichi nodded as he took a swig from his bottle.

“What if I end up buying something from there again?” he asked.

“Then, I’ll have to punish you.” Shuichi replied.

“Oh? You’ll punish me?” Kokichi took another swig. “Now, how do you plan on doing that, Shuichi?” he asked.

“Well,” Shuichi took the bottle out of Kokichi’s hand and placed it on the nightstand, “maybe I’ll start with pinning you down.” he said, shifting them so that he had Kokichi pinned under him.

“Mmmm, I’m liking where this is going...” Kokichi trailed off, eyes sparkling as he gazed up at him.

He reached up towards Shuichi.

“Enlighten me, then.” he looped his arms around Shuichi’s neck and pulled him closer, noses brushing against each other. “What do you plan on doing after that?” he asked.

“Hm...” Shuichi pretended to contemplate what he was going to do next as his hand moved to rest on Kokichi’s hip. “I think after that, I’ll kiss you. I’ll kiss you rough because I know that’ll make you all weak in the knees. Then, I’ll probably touch you all over. I’ll massage you and nip at your skin and mark you until you are practically begging for me to take you.” he said as he leaned in towards Kokichi’s neck.

Kokichi squealed as Shuichi nipped at his neck, hand massaging his hip.

“Okay, okay, I get it! I won’t buy anymore furniture from Ikea!” he began patting Shuichi on the head. “And go shower! You smell gross!” he whined.

Shuichi chuckled.

“Okay, I’ll go shower.” Shuichi moved in to kiss Kokichi. “We can continue after I shower, right?” he asked against Kokichi’s lips.

Kokichi let a drawn out whine as he grabbed for a pillow.

“I’ll decide once you go take a goddamn shower!” he shouted as he smacked Shuichi with the pillow.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go! You don’t have to attack me with a pillow!” Shuichi said as he got off of Kokichi.

He went over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas.

“I’ll be back, Kokichi.” he said as he stepped out of the bedroom and headed into the bathroom.

Kokichi stared at the doorway, gripping the pillow in his hand.

“Aaaaagh, Shuichiiiiii!” he whined as he slammed the pillow down onto his lap.

A blush spread across his cheeks as he thought back to what just happened.

“I should be glad he didn’t notice that I was getting aroused. Who knows what would’ve happened if he did...” he mumbled under his breath.

He fell backwards onto the bed with a sigh.

“Hurry back, Shuichi...” he mumbled against the pillow as he looked up at the ceiling and proceeding to draw patterns in it with his finger in hopes of distracting himself and calming his racing heart.

[lamujerarana]

Johnny Storm and Bobby Drake #30

This is based on the events of X-Men: First Class v2 #16, which is really cute and if you haven’t read it you should!

***

Johnny is so over Reed, Sue, and Ben always treating him like a kid.

He’s not a kid anymore! He is sixteen and he’s all grown up, and he doesn’t know why they can’t see that.

His new buddy, the ice dude from the X-Men, seems to get it, though. It sounds like the X-Men treat him the same way. Why are adults all like that?

He and Bobby teamed up and gave these two losers a total beatdown not more than fifteen minutes ago and they were all over the news, so Johnny’s sure that Reed, Ben, and Sue saw him being awesome without them, and he hopes they’re all totally jealous of him and his cool new partner.

(Heh. Literally cool. Cool as ice, baby.)

Who needs those losers, anyway? They’re all so old and boring and—and Johnny swears his sister is getting gray hair, even though the last time he tried to tell her that she just gave him this look that reminded him of what he used to feel like on the days he’d run out of the house without a jacket in the middle of winter and then she said that she wanted him to know that every grey hair she ever gets is all because of him.

Totally not fair.

Johnny tries to be a good brother! He really does! But Sue can be unreasonable sometimes. No one cleans their room every month, Sue. And doing laundry? Johnny lights on fire. He just burns all of the dirt and stuff right out of his clothes. He doesn’t have to do laundry!

At least Bobby doesn’t care about that stuff. He’s a cool dude.

That’s why, after spending a couple of minutes posing for their adoring public, Johnny invited Bobby to come back to the empty loft Reed lets him use when he gets fed up with being around old people, and that’s where they are now.

There’s an old beat-up sofa and an equally beat-up armchair, a television Johnny managed to smuggle out of the Baxter Building, and that’s it. A little island of furniture in the middle of a giant empty room.

Bobby’s sitting on the other end of the couch, smiling at Johnny, and Johnny, well, this is the first time he’s ever seen Bobby not all iced up, and he’s a little surprised that Bobby’s so cute under all that ice.

Johnny wonders if his hair got mussed at all during the fight. Does it need fixing? Does it look stupid?

Cut for length.

He regrets too that he didn’t work out as many times as he told himself he was going to this week, and he probably shouldn’t have eaten Ben’s giant tub of Cheetos, even if the look on Ben’s face when he realized they were all gone was priceless.

Johnny leans back against the couch and tries his best to look cool.

He tells Bobby all about the police scanner he got on Canal Street a few weeks ago. (Sue told him to give it back, but he didn’t listen.)

And then they start monitor duty. A bad guy’s bound to do something nasty, right?

***

Wrong.

They’ve been sitting around for half an hour, and nada.

And there is nothing good on the television either. Johnny should’ve made Reed wire that intergalactic cable service into this television too.

Johnny is bored. So bored. More bored than when he’s listening to his sister lecture him for the seven-hundredth time on why he shouldn’t set Ben’s things on fire inside the house.

“This sucks, man,” he tells Bobby. “There’s gotta be something we can do to pass the time.”

“Yeah,” Bobby says. He shifts a little in his seat. His face is weirdly more flushed than normal. “Too bad there’re no girls around. I totally feel like making out.”

“Huh,” Johnny says.

He goes back to watching the television for a while.

It’s a rerun of Jeopardy that he’s already seen twice.

No, this is too boring. He can’t do it.

“You could make out with me,” Johnny offers. “I don’t mind.”

Bobby’s face is even redder than it was before. “Yeah? You sure?”

“Yeah,” Johnny smiles bravely. “Get over here.”

Bobby scoots over, sideways along the couch, until his hip bumps against Johnny’s.

“You’re really sure about this?” Bobby double-checks. “You don’t think boys kissing each other is weird?”

“Nah,” Johnny says. “I’ve kissed boys before.”

He hasn’t, actually, but he’s thought about it, and he thinks he’d be into it.

Bobby leans in to try to kiss him, but he gets distracted because he doesn’t know where to put his hands. It’s kind of cute, really.

Johnny decides that it would help move things along if he just got this over with and kissed Bobby. So he does.

Bobby’s mouth tastes like coffee, but his lips are full and round and—

Oh. Oh. Kissing boys is—oh.

Johnny’s heart feels like it’s beating faster than normal. He can practically hear it, thudding away in his ears. That’s weird, right?

Johnny doesn’t remember ever getting this worked up when girls kissed him. He likes kissing girls—they’re pretty and fun—but this feels so much more intense than that ever felt. This is what he thought kissing would feel like before he kissed a girl for the first time.

He remembers how disappointed he’d felt afterward. The kiss had been…so anticlimactic. It was nice, but it didn’t make him feel the way people in the movies always seemed to feel after kisses.

Johnny decided they must’ve been exaggerating.

Now he knows they weren’t.

***

They’ve been making out for…Johnny doesn’t know how long because who keeps track of time when they’ve got a totally cute boy to kiss when the door slams open.

Johnny and Bobby spring apart as far as possible. Johnny hopes no one saw that.

Reed, Sue, and Ben are all standing in the doorway, their jaws somewhere around the floor (Johnny wishes that weren’t so literal in Reed’s case). Johnny’d think the looks on their faces were pretty hilarious if he wasn’t the reason why.

“What did you see?” Bobby says nervously, at exactly the same moment that Johnny shouts, “It’s not what it looks like!”

“Uh-huh,” Ben says, a grin spreading across his craggy face that Johnny does not like at all. “So you weren’t makin’ out with a strange kid we never met before?”

“Who is he?” Sue hollers, hands on her hips. “Where did you meet him?”

“How do you know he’s not planning on robbing you, or a Doombot, or—or smearing this all over the tabloids?” Reed asks, glaring daggers at Bobby. “You should be more careful, Jonathan.”

“He’s not a random boy!” Johnny protests. Oh, man, he is in trouble. This is worse than the time they caught him dancing in his underwear while they were supposed to be at a charity event. It’s not his fault Doom attacked and they all had to come home early! “Or a robber! He’s Ice Man! He won’t tell anybody we were kissing or where my totally cool secret hideout is! Will you, Bobby?”

“Oh,” Bobby says, flustered. “Um. No, of course I won’t, bro.” He looks back at Reed, Sue, and Ben. “Please don’t kill me.”

“They won’t kill you,” Johnny scoffs. “And anyway, we were just kissing because there’s nothing on the television. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh, boy,” Ben grumbles. “He’s one a those.”

“Benjamin,” Reed chides, “let him figure things out at his own pace.”

“He can hear you two,” Sue hisses. She turns to Johnny. “Of course you were, honey. I’m just glad you were kissing a boy we all know.”

“But you’re famous now, Jonathan, and you need to be more careful about taking people you don’t know to isolated locations. We wouldn’t want you to get kidnapped. Again,” Reed adds.

They’re treating him like a kid again. Johnny scowls. “I was only kidnapped twice last month.” Which is better than the month before that, when he was kidnapped four times. That month sucked. Johnny doesn’t know what was worse, being kidnapped or all of the lectures he got from Reed and Sue. “Why are you guys here, anyway? This is where I come when I don’t want to be around you. I need my space, guys.”

Reed gives a long-suffering sigh and holds up a plastic bag. “We just came to bring you lunch, Johnny. Your sister was worried because you didn’t eat before you left. We didn’t realize you’d be…occupied.”

“Thanks for the food,” Johnny says, arms folded stubbornly across his chest. “But Bobby and me are okay. We don’t need you to baby us.”

“Oh, of course you don’t, baby bro,” Sue says. 

Johnny’s pretty sure she was being sarcastic. “Leave the food when you go,” he says. 

When they’re all out of the room and he and Bobby are alone again at last, Bobby turns to Johnny. 

“So do I have to worry about your brother-in-law, like, hating me now or is he gonna be cool?” Bobby says.

“Reed’s never cool,” Johnny says. “Besides, it’s my sister you gotta worry about.”

“Oh, great!” Bobby complains. “That’s just great. You know, I don’t think they believed us when we said we were just making out cuz we were bored.”

“Who cares what they think?” Johnny shrugs. “Let’s eat. And then…” He looks at Bobby out of the corner of his eye. “Maybe we could kiss some more?”

Bobby blinks, surprised, but then he grins. “Yeah. I mean. Yeah. If you want to.”

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Just like Fire ch. 5

“We gon' drink drink and take shots until we fall out like the roof on fire. Now baby give a booty naked, take off all your clothes, and light the roof on fire. Tell her baby baby baby baby. I'm in fire, I tell her baby baby baby I'm a fireball." - Pitbull (Fireball)

"Happy birthday to me...” Claire muttered to herself in the car as she headed back to headquarters from the airport. 

She had just spent her sixteenth birthday in a island near Polynesia using a tank to crush "the enemies of the state." Then burned their military base to the ground.

She didn't know what exactly they did to become enemies, but it didn't matter. Kurt and the other agents always repeated the same stupid phrase.

"You're a weapon. You don't need to know. Just take your orders and do them!"

"What was that?" Dr. Novak asked from the front seat next to the driver. He was the new head scientist. Kurt replaced Dr. Greene after his experiment didn't bring any new test results. He had only been there for a few weeks, but he was a lot less strict.

"Nothing, just can't believe I'm sixteen." And haven't seen the world in 6 years.

Dr. Novak smiled. She liked it. He reminded her of the Director. Bald, a little less fat and wide smile.

"My daughter is almost sixteen like you, Amber eyes. I wish you could talk, I'm sure you would find some things in common."

"Umm, not exactly allowed." Claire pointed to her shock collar "But I would like that too. I haven't seen anyone my age in forever!"

Dr. Novak gave a small frown, then he started to shift.

"I know I shouldn't let my feelings get in the way but it's such a shame you're living like this...." He looked around as if the limo had security cameras watching them. Then leaned closer "Okay, maybe we can let you go for one day. But you must come back to the Center before 1 okay. I don't want to get into too much trouble."

"But the, the collar?" Claire stammered, feeling giddy. Was she actually going to be let out and free alone? 

Dr. Novak pulled out a Swiss Army knife from his lab coat pocket and cut it off.

"Now go, pretend I couldn’t have stopped you" he instructed. Claire pushed herself out the door and rolled out to the busy sidewalk of Metropolis City.

It was huge! Skyscrapers seemed to be everywhere and shops crowded every corner. It was already 7 in the afternoon but Claire felt like it was 9 in the morning.

She was free!!! Free!

But what do regular people do on their birthdays. They had cake, but she had no money. They had friends and gifts but that was not happening.

So she looked around and followed a crowd of teenagers that looked to be her age to a club, Pulse it said in pink neon.

Her body felt electrified and she couldn't keep from bouncing on her feet. She was normal person, going to a club. She felt if she smiled anymore her face would break.

As she got to the bouncer, he glanced at her. "You don't look 20,” he wrinkled his nose. 

Claire lower her eyes and smiled. Pressing her body against him oh so suggestively.  "But couldn't you let me in. I have a sister waiting inside," she purred, nudging her chest against his. A move that was practically engrained into her body. She had done this many times before on poor foreign enemies of the state before she knocked their head into the roof. The man melted like putty and she glide past. Swinging her hips to the music. The club was hot, flashing strobe lights bounced around the wall and shiny silver dance floor. There were a few couches packed in back of the room and two tropical bars with palm trees near the bathrooms. And cages of hanging from the ceiling with shirtless men and girls in their underwear dancing in time to the drums. Claire stared at the whole place in wonder. And slowly she started to copy the others. Waving her arms in the air, grinding and jumping around. 

But as she started to get tired, she felt bored. She wanted to use her powers. When was the last time she used them for fun? But she couldn't think of any trick that would seem normal without attracting attention that she was a meta human.

As she looked at the people dancing around the tikki torches by the bar, she had an idea....Fire breathing. Take a stick with plastic palm leaves, she ripped them off and blew. A woosh of fire covered the stick and Claire brandished it proudly. 

A few screamed but others started crowing and yelling. She did a few more tricks, twirling sticks in the air, making shapes out of fire discreetly using her powers to help.

Then two gawky guys, both with brown hair came up to her. One black tips said to her, "I.. I'm I know you might not know what I'm talking about. But trust me, it's a compliment from the highest degree of nerdom." He cleared his throat,"You, me world domination?" "Sorry if you don’t get the reference but it’s a paraphrase of this firebender named Azula. It’s from Avatar: Last Airbender," The other guy with glasses explained.  "I loved that show!" Claire cried. She had been banned watching it after she found out about her powers. Her dad thought she would be too influenced. But Claire still remembered fondly. And now apparently these two cute guys her age knew it too. 

"No way someone as hot as you knows that." The black tips cried..

"Well yes. I'm a fire bender all the way. As you can see.." Claire smirked, waving her flaming stick.

“Nah, not me. I'm more air bender," Black tips said, ““All peace, no war.”  "That's cuz he's too scared of fire," Glasses mocked whispered.

"Shut up!" "You are too!" 

"Hey, how did you even do that without draining alchohol?" Black tip asked, changing the conversation to Claire, motioning to her flaming torches.  Normal people need to alchohol to do it? "Uh what makes you think I haven't been drinking?" Claire winked.

The guys smiled.  “I'm Damian" glasses said "And this is my younger bro and room mate, Francis," he motioned to black tips.  "Claire." They spent the rest of the time joking and talking about avatar episodes. Then Francis invited her over for dinner at the apartment and she eagerly accepted. It was almost eleven but she wasn't planning on going back. Sure, Dr. Novak might get in trouble but she her freedom meant more than any scientist. And with such nice guys too. She could stand to hang around them for a little while until she found her own place. 

Plus Francis looked quite cute. Chiseled checks, floppy brown hair, studied something called botany which only seemed to remind her how much school she missed. 

She hadn’t even finish middle and she couldn’t recall what photosynthesis was. She thought it had to do with cameras but they didn't mention anything about it yet.

"Well I'm gonna hit the sack. Good night." He slapped Francis' shoulder, "Make me proud," he whispered.

They spent a little time siting on the couch when Francis turned to her and leaned closer, heading in for a kiss. Claire tried to suppress a cringe as she felt her face flush. Her body started tingling again like all those years ago. Oh god, she was aroused. He was probably aroused too, and he'll want the sex. But then his mouth pressed against hers and all her thoughts flew out. His lips were so soft and warm, she wanted to melt against him. She gripped him closer and held his hair as his tongue pushed further into her mouth.

"This is amazing! How could I think kissing was bad? Wait....did that other guy even kiss me? No, no. This is my first kiss. OMIGOD I'M HAVING MY FIRST KISS!”

Slowly he took off her clothes and she grabbed his pants. His touch was so soft and gentle and warm. She welcomed it. All the muscles she was clenching released and she just let him take the lead. This sex thing was great, and Claire held onto him like howler monkey. 

After the first release, she felt hotter, and heard Francis mutter, "You're boiling." Claire briefly opened her eyes, and saw her her hands, flames sparking up her fingers. She held them out in the air and tried not to touch Francis or act like anything was wrong. 

But her hands wouldn't stop burning, no matter how much she tried to imagine it away. Francis' body blending into hers was so distracting, especially as another wave of pleasure rippled through hers.

She flipped Francis in a way she would be positioned ontop of him and smashed her boobs against his face, suppressing a moan of ecstasy. It was honestly very frustrating. Here she was having the best sex ever and she had to stop it or else he would freak over her burning hands. 

So she pretended to accidentally knock over the lamp, touched the lightbulb and it exploded from the heat.

Francis jumped and Claire sat on her hands, trying to cool herself. "Dude!! I'm happy for you, but seriously!" Damian yelled from another room. 

"Sorry, sorry." Francis flushed, his neck turning white "We should probably stop" he bent over to pick up the pieces.  "Yes, you probably should." a chilling voice added. 

In the doorway stood Kurt and four agents. "Claire," He intoned. Two agents grabbed her, and forced her outside as she heard Kurt talking to Francis.

"Take this pill, you don't need to remember what's gone on here tonight-" amid Francis' questions. Claire's face burned with shame and humiliation. 

How the hell, did they find out?

"How?" Claire whispered when Kurt entered the car with a blanket to cover herself. "Security cameras. Though you were acting like a stripper at the club, not many people have knee length orange hair." He spat at the word club. 

"It was simple to spot you from the rest. We asked questions, found out who you left with. Now you are coming back. First discipline, then you'll have to work through the night to catch up with what you missed." Kurt informed her.

Claire self-consciously gripped her hair. She never thought about how recognizable she looked with it, uncut from years gone by. Once they got to the headquarters, she was disciplined with the routine of water boarding and foam spray until she had passed out. When she came too, she had been redressed in her usual black outfit, a new shock collar and brought to the training room. 

Where Dr. Novak stood, handcuffed and crying.

"First we thought you should get rid of your accomplice." Kurt said. Claire held her breath and hesitantly complied, forming a circle of fire around Dr. Novak, close but not touching him. Claire wanted to apologize to the man. The man with a daughter her age, who had thought she should be out on her birthday and let her have that one day of freedom. 

But Kurt was waiting, nudging her back with the fire extinguisher nozzle. A water board would await her if she didn’t comply.   Claire closed her eyes and let the circle of fire creep closer and closer until the smell of burnt skin and smoke filled the room.

[letterstothemidnightsociety]

It’s been a wild few weeks but surprise! I am back and I am still watching two dudes beat up ghosts and look pretty. It’s Supernatural! 

Alright so here I am on the penultimate disc (thanks Lemony Snicket) of season 2 and at this point in the series we should be ramping up for the season finale. If you look back at this point in season 1, that meant putting the Winchesters under heavy fire (with the one funny episode), but this season it feels like they’re more interested in philosophical, emotional ramping than action ramping (with one funny episode). 

So many FEELINGS!

And you know what? I gotta hand it to Kripke and Co., cuz they figured out what worked in season 1 (brothers and feelings) and they leaned into it this season (brothers + feelings = 15 seasons). It’s a little hit and miss, but the core of season 2 is all about the line between Monsters and Men. I say hit and miss because we have spent a LOT of time on Dean this season but these episodes are all about Sam. And Dean’s arc is very different from Sam’s. Dean’s emotional arc is all about how he’s done with hunting, he’s done with sacrificing, which is WILD if you think about how early in the series this is. And yeah, it does, it does tie in to Sam’s troubles but it just doesn’t feel as clean as it could. Maybe it’s just because they spend much more time on Dean’s feelings? Maybe it’s cuz I personally pay more attention to Dean that I feel this way? But also, consider: the ep where Sam seemingly goes off the rails is all about Dean’s internal struggle with whether or not he can waste his own brother, even if his brother is evil now. We don’t ever see the fallout from Sam’s point of view. Sam was possessed at the time, he didn’t really go darkside, but also, Sam was possessed at the time??? And we don’t see any emotional fallout from that?!?!?

Nah, we’ll just end on this cringy joke about a girl being all up in Sam for a week and deflect away from our problems, nbd.

Kripke has mentioned in interviews that he thought the mythos of this season was muddled and that the psychic children plotline doesn’t really land because we never see Sam struggle with whether he’s good or not. At this point in the season, I definitely agree. They do give dialogue to Sam to remind viewers that he’s struggling with who he is, but they don’t devote enough screen time to it to make it feel like it lands. Dean’s struggle to keep Sam alive hits a lot heavier, but that may have more to do with that face and that g- d- lip quiver. 

Damn you and that lip quiver Jensen Ackles. Oh wait, this show already did!

Now we’re gonna make an abrupt turn into Sam’s emotional arc for the series. See, for the next few episodes we’re gonna follow a bunch of Monsters, right? By surface level definition, they are all text book Monsters, but they aren’t Villains, and that’s a big distinction. Because a lot of these characters are fundamentally good people, but they’re also the thing that the Winchesters have sworn their lives to hunt, so, like...how do we deal with that? 

First up we have “Roadkill”, which I like as a deviation from the regular format. There’s a lot of this tinkering going around this season, or at least, those are the episodes that stand out the most to me. I of course love Tricia Helfer (as a sort-of-but-not-really Battlestar Galactica Fan). This episode straight up brings us back to that key question this season: Are All Monsters Evil? Sam consistently draws a pretty clear distinction between Monster and Bad Guy, Dean consistently does not. Sam makes it clear that he has to believe there’s a line because if #YesAllMonsters are evil, and Sam’s abilities/destiny make him kind of a Monster, the logic follows that he’ll become evil too, or perhaps already is. 

In this ep we see Helfer as Molly, a woman who slowly comes to realize that she is a ghost who has been haunting the same stretch of road once a year for twelve years. I think Helfer totally crushes it. I think Molly as a character is hella interesting. She comes across as a pretty realized person rather than just a caricature. There’s a lot of heart in her and I appreciate that she handles The Truth pretty well, both when Sam and Dean tell her about the hauntings and then later when they reveal that she has been dead for over a decade. She asks good questions, like where DO those ghosts go once they’ve been busted? And she represents our philosophical conundrum - she’s a ghost that they have to bust, but she’s not evil. She’s not even really that bad. She’s just stuck here and can’t figure out how to move on. By the logic of the show, if she sticks around for too much longer she’ll start to get corrupted, but for now she’s just a scared, lost, woman trying to find her husband. She even starts to sympathize with the actual bad guy of the episode, a man she vehicular-manslaughtered but who comes back every year to torture her. 

And in the end, she finds peace! This is the second ghost this season that they actually lay to rest, not just defeat, and it’s nice. I think it’s nice. 

Is it odd that, for an episode that should hit so close to Sam’s internal struggle, the whole story is told from Molly’s POV? Again, I loved it, I love seeing the Winchesters from an external point of view, but it is...interesting...

Then we get “Heart”, which just digs deeper into the themes we got in “Roadkill.” 

This time, our Extra of the Week is another unwitting Monster. Emmanuelle Vaugier plays Madison, a kind of kickass lady who is really getting her shit together. She’s dumped her bad boyfriend, she’s killin’ it at work (lol), she’s out with friends, she’s a homeowner - this chick is LEGIT. And damn if she doesn’t know what she wants. Almost from the minute that Sam steps into her house she is into him, like, into him. She knows exactly what she’s doing when she dumps that basket of panties in front of him to “fold” them. Their chemistry together is good and honestly I was pretty thrilled for both of them when they got down to business. 

Good for you, you crazy kids! Good for you! 

But tragically, Madison is also werewolf. She’s completely oblivious to the fact that she is definitely murdering people on the full moon. When Sam finds out, and then finds out that Madison is not only unable to control her transformations or murders, but also unaware of what’s happening entirely, it’s another blatantly obvious metaphor for what Sam is dealing with - do supernatural powers make me a monster? Does being a monster make me evil? Does it count as evil if I’m not in control of my actions? And I love that this forces Dean to re-evaluate his stance as well. Cuz see Dean (and I love the guy) views things in very black and white terms, rarely asks questions and is 100% ready to kill this girl because she’s a Monster, full stop. Sam throws this back in his face with the line “So me you won’t kill me, but her you’re just gonna blow away?”, reminding us that Dean’s attitude is pretty damn hypocritical. And I say all of this as a Dean stan who loves watching that lip quiver, but also I am much more in agreement with Sam’s line of thinking on this - we can make a distinction between Monster and Evil in this show. I think ultimately, Dean starts to do this too, but just not in this episode. 

To their credit, they do try to save Madison, but failing that, they realize that Madison can’t be saved and so she’ll have to be put down - they can’t save her, so they have to kill her, if you will. It’s a surprisingly emotional climax and got pretty heavy at the end when Sam - who’s trying to figure out if he is worth saving - has to...what do we want to call this, a mercy killing? An execution? I don’t know, it’s mostly just a hell of a gut punch. A well done gut punch, but a gut punch nonetheless. 

The first lady that Sam bones since his fiancé and then you’re just like, and now you KILL her! Damn, show, what is WRONG with you?!?

I have to point out that we end the episode on Dean’s face. Like, I’m not mad about it, I am thrilled that on the list of Things That Work, Kripke and Co. were like, oh yeah, gotta put in as much Sad Dean Face as possible, but also, this was Sam’s episode? So shouldn’t we...get one final shot...of Sam? Like, I’m not crazy, right? They’re really pushing Dean this season, right? Who is this season supposed to be about?!?!?!

This is it! This is the last shot of the episode! This Sam-Centric Episode!

And then after all that heaviness and spiritual questioning, we get our Funny Episode. Meta Episode? Doesn’t matter. 

“Hollywood Babylon” is A+ Great and I love it. I love watching shows about shows, it is my jam. Watching this time, I did wish they’d thrown in more niche? Like, I just felt like the inside jokes could have been more inside, but also, Dean was SO happy in this episode, I didn’t even care. We so rarely see anyone in this show be happy, it’s nice that they get a break sometimes. It’s also weird that Sam seemed to get the most break? As in, he was getting a break from this episode entirely, especially since the last episode was a pretty heavy emotional arc for him? It’s a weird choice, but not something I really noticed because I was distracted by Dean working his way up from PA to Grip in like, a day, and I was just so proud of him. Anyway it was nice. It was NICE!

He’s doing SUCH a good job!

In this episode, our super special Extra of the Week is another lady, the fictional actress Tara Benchley played by Elizabeth Whitmere. I should probably stop using the term extra, by SAG/AFTRA standards she’s (probably?) a Guest Star, but honestly aren’t they all background extras in the lives of the Winchesters? Anyway, I appreciate how they portray Tara. They could very easily have written her to be a real piece of work. She could have been a whiney diva, she could have been a ditz, she could have been any number of Actress Tropes, but she seems pretty even-keeled. She has a certain amount of clout on set, she is friendly with the crew, she’s given a character trait that’s shared by real life actor Jensen Ackles - they really do treat her with a surprising amount of respect for an episode that goes real hard on producers and studios and horror generally. And she doesn’t die! So that’s a plus! But she does sleep with Dean which is...I mean...also a plus? I don’t know. I love Dean but I sometimes wonder how much sex he’s actually had? Like, if you told me it was 75% exaggeration, I’d believe you. Unimportant side head cannon. 

And then our final episode on this disc, “Folsom Prison Blues”. About time those boys went to jail, honestly. 

What can I say? The boy looks good in a coverall.

We get the return of Henricksen in this episode which is fun! We get a pretty kickass public defender, Mara White (Bridget Ann White), who is also fun! And we get Prison Dean, which is maybe the funnest. 

I like the twist with the prison warden - where you think that he’s going to be all aggro and corrupt and it turns out that he’s actually, like...looking out for his charges? In a...In a nice way? I guess? He wants the ghost to stop killing the people in his prison is the only fact that we get in the script, but it leads me to believe that he takes his job seriously and he wants second chances and better lives for all the cons in the yard and that makes me happy. He is also another in a long line of father figures that would have done a better job raising Sam and Dean, but that’s not important. And yeah, some of the cons are probably in here for good reason, but Lucas seems real nice and Tiny literally has a conversation with Dean where he explains that he’s basically just a product of bad parenting + Low Self Esteem, so on a low key level this episode is saying the same thing - just because these prisoners are technically “monsters”, does it mean that they have to die? Does that make the killings in this prison right? Everyone from Dean to the Warden seems to think not. Side note, that story from Tiny sounds eerily like Dean’s own life experiences, so he should probably have paid more attention to it but I guess he was busy getting cardiac arrest from a ghost so whatever. 

If this story wasn’t just RIGHT on the nose. 

Cuz that’s right, we have a psycho lady vigilante ghost! She does not believe in second chances and is killing cons from beyond the grave with her heart attack powers. And if we look at the low key metaphor tie in that the episode might be trying to make here, then you could argue that the show is coming down pretty hard on this one - just because you’re a Bad Guy doesn’t mean you’re a bad guy! Stop shooting first and asking questions later Dean!

It’s not your fault, bb, you were raised by a dumbass. 

And all of this buildup leads to...”What is and What Should Never Be”, possibly one of my fav episodes for Reasons, but guys it’s another SUPER heavy Dean episode, you could even say that Sam, the real Sam, isn’t even in, like 75 - 80% of it before we...get...to...Sam’s season finale? You know what, that’s next week’s problem. 

As much as I’m enjoying the stand alone episodes for this season especially, the mythos/arcs here are kind of a mess. I think the 20 ep seasons are instrumental to why audiences love the show, so I don’t want to take episodes away, but I do feel that a shorter season could have streamlined this season arc better. With fewer episodes, you have to focus your story so much more and sharpen your storytelling that Dean’s Arc and Sam’s Arc would probably feel more connected if they tried telling it in 8 - 12 episodes instead of 22. But then we wouldn’t have gotten the show that lasted 15 seasons, so would the trade off be worth it? Maybe some day we’ll find the alternate universe where Kripke waited 15 years to bring his series to Netflix and we got 5 short seasons of something completely different

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N:  Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK        Gender: MALE        Age: 26       DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA                                    NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA                                  NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1                                      NON -REACTIVE

HIV  TYPE 2                                     NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1                              NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2                              NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR                                 NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu.  You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch.  He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.  

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers.  Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous.  Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair.  I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours.  For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist.  Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it.  Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.