#need me a chin rest boyf like that

[peachy-wolfhard]

island in the sun

summary: you go to a waterpark with your jjk boyf

includes: megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, and toge inumaki

a/n: weezer title sorry, i pulled a muscle in my knee :((

warnings: swimming, mentions of kids peeing in pools, megumi almost fights a child, toge meows and pinches

word count: 677 (about 200~ish each)

Megumi:

A waterpark would probably not be his first plan when it gets hot, he's more of an indoor pool/wave pool person

But! Once you get him there and he finds out there's a lazy river? Oh you're going to have to PRY him out of there

Intentionally pushes you into the waterfall things in the lazy river

He does NOT like the slides, something about them makes him nervous

Will only go on the slides if there two person ones, he goes down YOU go down

Religiously reapplies sunscreen, to the point he has a white sheen on him permanently 

Swims around like a sim and tries to avoid all small children

“You’re being so weird,” you giggled swimming up to Megumi’s left side, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Im avoiding the kids, they're probably pissing in it. The moment I feel warm water I’m fighting a child.”

Goes into the pool first and immediately starts splashing you as you’re trying to walk in

“Gumi oh my god stop splashing me. It’s cold!”

“I’m getting you acclimated”

As soon as you get in, you dunk him underwater then get the whistle blown at you

Plays mermaids with you but doesn't get fully into it

Yuta:

Another one that doesn't immediately think of a waterpark on a hot day

Not that he doesn't like waterparks, he just doesn't think of a waterpark

Nevertheless, he has an amazing time

Like Megumi, he’s anxious about the slides but once he goes down them with you, best believe he’s glued to them

Swims exclusively in the very deep end

If you’re short and can't reach the bottom (real me too) Yuta WILL swim around with you in his arms bridal style

Speaking of that, Yuta LOVES the game where you guess colors and if you get it wrong, you get dunked (he picks the most obscure colors to the point you think he’s making them up)

Caked in sunscreen, please help him rub it in he looks like a piece of paper

“Honey, you're a mess,” you giggle at Yuta, who looks as if he’s wearing white face paint.

“You put too much on,” you say, wiping the excess off his face and onto yourself.

“I'm just trying to stay protected, love,” Yuta mumbles sticking his tongue out as you both continue rubbing the sunscreen in.

After he gets all of his slide fun out of his system, you guys go on the lazy river until you leave

Toge:

Ugh my freak

A menace as normal

Meows when he sees your swimsuit (no matter what it is, he's meowing)

Goes down ALL the slides even the kid ones

When he goes down the slides, he pushes the slide so you guys go even faster down

(spoiler: he gets the whistle blown at him so much)

Forgets to put sunscreen on and gets so burned

Brings goggles and swims underwater just to pinch you

“You need to stop,” you say pulling Toge up from underwater “Get a grip freak”

Likes to hum the Jaws theme song while following you around with only his eyes above the water

Follows behind you, slowly humming the theme to Jaws. turning around you crouch to his level, chin touching the water. As Toge gets closer you put your arm in front of you pushing his forehead away from you giggling.

Splashes you by flicking the water

Fights with you on the lazy river to try and get you wet (gets the whistle blown at him AGAIN)

Ends up losing his goggles and needs eyedrops desperately

After his goggles are gone, you guys cuddle on one of the lounge chairs (he’s back to being nice toge) ((the goggles are his green goblin mask))

WILL play mermaids with you and takes it seriously

[b1mbodoll]

okay so, back on my hanbin stuff because he is so boyf.... I am vv lazy and vv sleepy so I often think about cockwarming, especially about cockwarming hanbin. pls think with me, just sitting on his lap with his cock inside you, all drolly and sleepy resting your head on his shoulder while he works, and he is rubbing circles in your back and whispering praises in your ear that your doing so well for him and taking him so well, being such a good girl :( you fall asleep midway and wake up to him fucking you very lightly, when he notices you're awake he just goes "slept well, doll?" and starts fucking you harder and you just start seeing starts because he hits all your spots so good :'( the hanbin brain rot is real and I am suffering from it severely these past few days.

🪱💤 haha get it? sleepy worm cause I'm sleepy... ill see myself out sorry

pairings: sung hanbin x f! reader

warnings: cockwarming + somnophilia + praise + breeding + creampies + pregnancy ment + daddy kink + spit

💌: my wormie baby im so sorry for the wait but i hope u like this <33 thank u for sending this in i adore u mwah ♥︎

hanbin knows you’re addicted to bein’ stuffed full :( he knows your dumb lil brain cant think of anything other than when he’s gna breed ur lil cunt n he thinks its so cute bc youre so obsessed with him <3 you always take everything he gives you like a good lil girl ‘nd what kind of daddy would he be if he didnt satisfy your needs 🥺 that’s why he decides to fuck you til you pass out n keeps you impaled on his cock even as you sleep, your unconscious body twitching every now and then when his cockhead prods at your cervix.

you wake up to hanbin still buried deep inside your cunt n it makes you whine 🥺 globs of cum making a mess where his dick met your hole. “binnie?” you whisper, mindlessly grinding your hips, trying to pleasure yourself by using your sleeping boyfriend.

you attempt to shake him awake before whispering harshly, “daddy, wake up! please wake up, need to feel you cum in me again, pretty please.”

hanbin stirs at your whiny voice, his heart clenching because of your pitiful tone. “‘s okay pretty baby, ‘m here, daddy’s here. i’ll fill you up again don’t worry, jus’ settle down for me, doll.” he presses a loving kiss to your nape, biting softly when he pulls away.

a content sigh escapes you as your daddy begins to quicken his thrusts, grunting in your ear as attemps to help you reach your orgasm and selfishly chases his own, cock throbbing inside of you.

“always such a good little girl for daddy, love you so much.” hanbin’s voice is laced with affection and it makes your heart melt, feeling butterflies in your tummy as you grow shy. “doin’ so well, ‘m gonna cum, princess. daddy’s gonna knock you up n keep you nice n bred, jus’ how you like it.”

his dick turns you into a dumb drooly mess, spit leaking down your chin as white hot pleasure overcomes you, eyes crossing and your cunt spasming when you cum. the vice grip your cunt has on hanbin’s length draws every drop of semen from him, white ropes spraying deep inside your hole, flooding your womb and making you mewl pathetically.

[leejeongz]

could you write a cuddling with enhypen like the treasure post please🧸💛

🫧 cuddling with enhypen 🫧

pairing: boyf!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

𓆉 heeseung

⋆ resting on his chest in silence, your legs are intertwined, warming each other up, you look up but he’s already looking down, admiring you and thinking about how lucky he is to have you

⋆ having your head on his shoulder, your lips brushing against his neck as butterflies flutter around in his tummy

⋆ the biggest smile on his face whenever someone catches you two cuddling because he’s just proud that he can call you his and that other people know it !

⋆ you can disagree with me all you want but this man loves being the little spoon

⋆ you wrap your arm over him and he pulls it tighter after kissing your hand gently, he adores falling asleep like that

⋆ but he loves holding you just as much, he just wants to be close to you and he wants you to know how much he loves you without always needing to say it.

⋆ innocently sitting on his lap. enough said.

other members under the cut

𓆉 jay

⋆ laying your head on his chest, his arm swooped across your back with his hand on your shoulder

⋆ his thumb rubs against your shoulder in an incrediblyyy comforting way, you can only focus on that feeling and you soon forget all the bad things that happened that day

⋆ you’re in the perfect place for him to sneak a kiss on the crown of your head and he always compliments how good you smell

⋆ every night you spoon and talk about your day, you’re the little spoon most of the time because you have a lot to say and you don’t want to literally talk his ear off

⋆ tiny little “hmm”s in your ear so that you know he’s still listening

⋆ when you’re super comfortable with each other, jay rests his head on the back of your legs/butt just because it’s comfy lmao

𓆉 jake

⋆ holding hands while you're sat next to each other, until your head drops to his shoulder, then he sneakily manages to free his hand so that he can wrap his arm over your shoulders and tuck you in closer to him

⋆ playing with his hair as he lays in your lap, he always lets you know that he’s happy with a quiet hum or maybe even a giggle if you’re doing ur playfully

⋆ both of you laying on the floor, his arm under your head after you just got done having a shared fit of giggles. occasionally a little laugh slips out of your mouth, causing him to turn and look at you with a huge grin on his face

⋆ footsie under the covers, you give in because you know that you’ll never win against jake, and instead give him a peck, starting a battle of who can give the last peck.

𓆉 sunghoon

⋆ snuggles when you’re cold, his arm draped over your shoulder or back and quickly rubbing your arm up and down in hopes it will warm you up as your chin jitters against his chest

⋆ letting you rest your head in his lap, but he gets super embarrassed and shy when his tummy gurgles so he has to get up and make himself busy to forget that you heard it

⋆ he has so many pictures of just your forehead on his phone, where you’ve somehow drifted off to sleep and accidentally fell onto his shoulder, or his chest, or his arm, or even his leg

⋆ sleepy kisses, your lips barely touching but it’s enough to wake sunghoon up. his hand finds your waist and pulls you in closer to him, close enough for him to kiss you properly.

⋆ i know this guy loves cuddling with you just because it gives you a chance to feel his body and compliment him on how well the gym is paying off

𓆉 sunoo

⋆ sunoo gets butterflies whenever you cuddle, 1 month into the relationship or 10 years, he’s an absolute wreck for your cuddles

⋆ legs locked together, whether you’re sitting opposite each other or lying next to each other, you’re always tangled in the others’ limbs

⋆ laying face to face before you drift off to sleep, you’re not touching, but you feel safe and loved

⋆ most of the time, sunoo asks you before resting his head on your shoulder, but if he’s too sleepy, he’ll just do it and shut his eyes for a few minutes before asking “is this okay?”

⋆ and while his head is there, your hand is in his, maybe interlocking them, or he’s playing with your fingers, or throwing your hand around playfully.

⋆ arms wrapped around your torso while you work, a pout on his face as he makes no attempt to stop being needy for attention

⋆ guys i hate to say it but i think sunoo is the type of guy to compare his hand size with you while he’s laying against your chest because he thinks his hands are way bigger than yours

⋆ and then finds out that actually his hands are way smaller than yours 😭

𓆉 jungwon

⋆ you lying on top of him on the sofa, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, the other playing with your hair or rubbing your upper back

⋆ or maybe even drawing patterns with his fingers, writing sneaky i love you’s or just your name over and over

⋆ his head sleepily falling to your shoulder whenever you’re near him, he wakes up kinda shy, blushing and never mentions it again

⋆ the middle of summer, there’s a thousand fans on as well as the AC but jungwon is still insisting on you holding him after you wake up before you get up for work because he doesn’t want to waste a single moment of peace

⋆ oh and don’t even think about getting up at a normal time when you have a day off because jungwon will be holding you hostage in that bed until about mid afternoon

⋆ gets kinda upset when you use your phone while you’re cuddling, so he lets out a small “excuse me,” in the cutest tone.

𓆉 niki

⋆ resting between his legs with your arms hooked around them and your head on his chest as you watch a film so you both get the best view of the screen

⋆ only, he’s actually just contemplating if he should lean down and kiss you on your cheek the whole time

⋆ always the big spoon.

⋆ falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, only for him to accidentally wake you up again when his arms squeeze you tighter

⋆ he just wants you under his arm every second of every day, like he cannot bear to see you anywhere but next to him

⋆ still manages to cuddle with you when your sick (he complains a little but doesn’t mean it), and sometimes he secretly hopes you get him sick too so that you have to cuddle him next

⋆ niki will never not be caught teasing you, so of course he’ll make out like cuddling is always your idea and that he was very reluctant (he wasn’t, he threw himself at you every time)

[ochrearia]

Proud of You!

"DRABBLE" I yell to my reflection in the mirror, pointing an accusatory finger at myself as if that would work. Nope. 2k words again. I'm physically incapable of making anything short right now I guess. Fluff bomb!

BFs in this one-shot: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), fc!BF (Boyf, Keyy's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), Yourself (YS)

Letting any of these idiots in was proving to be a mistake. Not that YS couldn’t trust them, moreso that the minute he got comfortable around them it turned into them being smarter than he bargained for and finding out too quickly how to placate him. They were doing it on purpose. He was convinced that they’d still do it even if they didn’t manage to derive comfort out of it just because they thought seeing him so unfocused was funny.

Though suppose it was his mistake for believing other visions of himself wouldn’t be absolute fucking menaces.

The TV was on but offered nothing good to watch, which was the norm. YS really should consider investing in a better cable plan before he ends up chucking the thing out the window. Doing that would still be better entertainment than the channels he actually had on it. That was the least of his concerns, though, because while he was sitting on the couch he’d managed to catch three parasitic leeches. All of which were clinging to him like koala bears on steroids, very adamant to not let go until something gave. Biff attached to his left side, Boyf his right, and Bee right in the middle. Good thing the only tall one wasn’t right in front of him, at least he could still see over Bee’s head which was laid right on his sternum.

“Must you all do this to the point I can’t move? What if I wanted to get up for a snack or use the bathroom?” YS questioned aloud.

“Don’t care.” Biff whined back. “Had a bad day. Pico and Cherry are busy. Can’t get comfort from my partners so of course I’m coming here and getting the best hug in the world. Don’t tell them I said that.”

YS snorted out a laugh at that. “Blackmail.”

“Can’t believe you’d be so mean to even consider depriving your little brothers of quality comfort time. How could you?”

“You can’t kick me out, these two have had so much more time to get your attention compared to me and I need to catch up.” Bee insisted, chin digging slightly into where he was resting his head. “If you wanted to be able to move freely then you should have thought not to be so fucking comfy.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, totally my fault.” Playful sarcasm dripped from YS’s tone. “Are you sure I’m the comfy one or is it just this hoodie you all got for me? Was that your master plan all along, get me something you knew would be soft and then abuse the fact I can’t say no to any of you? Why the hell did I ever let you guys in, I’ve never known peace since.”

“I can’t believe you can wear this thing 24/7 and still pile yourself under a billion other heat sources and be fine. It’s like you’ve never been too hot before. How fucking cold are you all the time?” Boyf questioned. Normally he’d use his text-to-speech but his hands were occupied.

“Mm. I’m always cold.” YS hummed, the combined body heat slowing his thoughts. “Sucks. Heat is comfort but I can’t make my own it seems. Er- well, that’s what it feels like anyways, yeah.”

Nice save, moron. Damn these idiots for knowing warmth was another way to incapacitate him, the secrets they could pull in this state if they just asked the right questions…

“I hate all of you for figuring out so fast that warmth is a way to shut my brain down.” YS grumbled, trying to move quickly past his slip-up. “Though I guess if you have to know one I’d prefer this one over the other one…”

“You should stop insinuating that there’s multiple ways to take you down if you don’t want people knowing about the other one, man.” Biff cackled lightly. “I mean, I know, but Bee and Boyf don’t. Keep talking so loosely and they’re going to find out and we’re both screwed.”

“Beef wouldn’t tell me what it was.” Bee pouted in response. “It seemed like he really wanted to, but YS’s threats got the better of him. What could possibly be so embarrassing that you’re threatening everyone into silence?”

“If we keep guessing long enough surely we’ll get it right eventually. Biff, give us a hint at least, come on.”

“Fuck no.” Biff shook his head against YS’s shoulder. “Absolutely not. I made that mistake saying it to Beef and he’s going to use it against me too. It’s a shared thing which is why I haven’t gone shouting it around by now. No thank you.”

“I would rather take that shit to my grave before any more of you figure it out.” YS grumbled, slowly bringing his arms up around Biff and Boyf and squeezing tightly. “Fucking morons, I don’t have enough arms for all three of you.”

“Your arms are freakishly long and you literally are a shapeshifter, figure it out.” Biff bit back. “Don’t leave Bee hanging.”

“Yeah, what the fuck man.” Bee continued to complain. “These fuckers have so many YS hugs under their belt and I need to catch up like I said. More please.”

Toddlers. Three fully adult babies. YS sighed, rolling his eyes before stretching his arms further to reach Bee’s back. His arms were long, but not long enough to be able to connect behind all three of them. He actually had to abuse his shapeshifting to make them slightly longer so he could lock his hands together.

“There. Happy?”

“Yes.” All three of them chorused together.

YS rolled his eyes again, letting his head roll back a little to look up at the ceiling. At least it wasn’t all seven today. All seven vying for his attention was such a mind-boggling concept because he’d really done nothing to make them want to do that. Why was his attention so sought after, anyway? Why had they gotten so attached to him compared to getting attached to each other?

“Hey, I actually know of another way to shut his brain down that isn’t the way he’s refusing to admit to.” Biff spoke up suddenly, and YS could hear the grin in his tone.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re about to say but you better not.”

“Don’t let the big brother title intimidate you Biff. Say it.”

“Yeah, say it so I can have something Beef doesn’t know! Then we’d be even!”

“Okay!” Biff replied, happily ignoring YS’s threat. “This one’s just as good. And it’s really cute, and YS hates being cute, ruins his cool and mysterious facade. You also have to genuinely mean it but I don’t think any of us will struggle with that. Look him in the eye and seriously tell him you’re proud of him. It works every time. He loves being told that it makes him so happy that it derails everything in his head.”

“Stop TELLING them these things what is your problem-”

Boyf immediately shifted. He pulled away just enough that he was still in range of keeping YS’s arm around his back, but now his face was visible and he was able to look the taller in the eye. He seemed to consider something in his head for a few seconds, before offering a bright smile with a slight head tilt.

“Prow’ ah you!” Boyf spoke. Not a thought, not text-to-speech. In the few seconds he’d known the information Biff had said it clicked enough in his brain to know this was something that needed to be said out loud regardless of his aversion to speaking.

YS’s brain genuinely stalled. He’d never actually heard Boyf speak out loud before. He knew that he had the ability to, even though he barely bothered to do so. Proud of you! God, the first words he heard this asshole speak had to be that, didn’t it? First thing he really said to him was that he was proud of him. Fuck, he could feel his eyes starting to water already. Come on, why now?!

“Oh my god he’s crying.” Bee snickered in awe. “You prided him into silence and tears. Aw man, that’s cute but also how long did you go without anyone telling you that to even get to this point of reaction?”

“I-” YS stumbled, trying to blink the tears away. “Fuck you, Biff. Come on. What is your problem with me being cool and mysterious, man, can’t I just be that?”

“No.” Biff said smugly. “Because it’s bullshit. That whole thing is a facade to keep yourself guarded and disconnected and that’s not allowed. You can’t stay disconnected forever. You’re important to us, you’re our big brother and we want to be close to you. You come here wanting to be our support, our comfort, you want to help us and let us live good lives. How many times do I have to say we want that for you too before you start believing it?”

Dammit.

“You do so much even after having gone through so much already.” Bee said. “After everything you’re still here. I told you the day we met I wanted to help you like you were determined to help me. You’re doing it all despite your own issues, and hey, I’m so proud of you for that.”

Oh, he was going to lose his mind. A stray thought said YS wanted to strangle Biff for being a little shit and saying all these things, but god, his heart was aching in such a good way and he couldn’t stay mad. He wasn’t even mad in the first place. They were all looking at him with damn soft looks, offering stupid and nice smiles, and he couldn’t move with them all still hugging him like their lives depended on it.

“We’re all proud of you.” The teasing in Biff’s voice was suddenly gone. “And you should be proud of yourself. You might not think so, but you should. Look at all this good you’ve been doing. We’re all here because of you. You might think we’d all be better off staying with our partners when you’re having a bad day, thinking that you butted in for nothing. Nah. I’m so glad I get to have a big brother.”

They were doing it on purpose. They were trying to make him cry on purpose, he was sure of it, and dammit, they were succeeding. Fuck, but how else was he supposed to respond? YS wasn’t a crier, he didn’t like showing his emotions, but he couldn’t stop it. He wanted to hear them say every word so much. Wanted to be vulnerable, allowed to not be the strong pillar all the time. Wanted to be happy. Oh- he wanted to be happy.

When was the last time he’d thought that without believing he didn’t deserve it?

“I hate you three.” YS said wetly, rolling his head around to rest it on top of Bee’s instead. “I- thank you.” He was keeping his voice quiet, because he didn’t trust his normal tone to stay strong enough not to betray the pure emotion behind it. “That… You don’t know how happy you’ve all just made me feel.”

“Holy shit he admitted to it.” Biff gasped overdramatically. “Oh my god! We’re getting somewhere! Fucking finally, oh I’m going to say that so much more every time we hang out. You’re making progress, visible progress, fuck I am so proud of you holy shit-”

“Biff you’re gonna kill him.” Boyf thought with a snarky smile. “But he’s right. That’s so nice and exciting to hear you say. You know you’re going to be bombarded with these sentiments every time from us three now, right?”

“Had a feeling…” YS chuckled with a small shake of his head. “I’d say don’t overdo it but I don’t think you even could. I- I love hearing it.”

“Awww!” Bee squeezed his arms around YS’s waist more. “Big brother loooooves us!”

Yeah… YS thought slowly, mind swirling with happiness and warmth-induced sleepiness. It had been long enough, right? He could admit it now, right? Yeah, I do. 

[asirensrage]

A Favour - Billy Russo x OC Oneshot

Title: a favour Rating: T Fandom: The Punisher Warnings: None Summary: AU. Based on the prompt from this post: "I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP"

Notes: Huge thanks @vixenofcourse who helped me out on this! It was originally a oneshot but I have two other parts planned lol.

part 2

“Oh god.” I dropped my head on the table. This could not be happening. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“My sister’s coming to visit,” I told the table.

“What?” I heard one of my friends ask.

“What’s wrong with her?” A male voice joined the conversation. 

I groaned before glancing up, wiping at my face. I looked at my friends who were sitting around the table. “I need a favour.”

“What’s that?” Karen asked. She already looked amused. 

“I need someone to push me into traffic.” 

“What?” she laughed as she asked. 

I rested an elbow on the table and propped up my chin with it. “I need someone to push me into traffic,” I repeated. “Nothing major, just enough that I can avoid this.”

“Avoid what?” Karen asks again. “What’s wrong?”

I sighed and repeated. “My sister is coming to visit.”

“And that’s bad?” Frank asked. 

“It is when I told her I had a boyfriend to get her off my back about setting me up with someone. Now she wants to meet him!” 

“Why’d you tell her that?” Karen asks. “You don’t want to be set up?”

“No offence to my sister, but she has the worst taste in men.”  

“In what way?” 

“In the way that she likes her men who are willing to be walked over and she can order around. Not to mention her idea of attractive is not mine.” 

“What’s that?” 

I looked over at Billy. “Well, for one, the last guy she set me up with was balding and shorter than me in heels. He also tried to come home with me…despite the fact he asked me to split paying for dinner.” They all started laughing at me. “I told you. Worst taste.” 

“Just tell her you’re not interested…or he’s gone out of town.” 

“And confirm her theory? She already doesn’t believe me and then I’m going to have to get a lecture about going back to online dating and deal with her sending me a new match she’s found.”

“Does she live in New York?” Frank asked.

“No, but that doesn’t stop her.”

“Why don’t you just ask someone to fake it?” Karen suggests. She grins as she says it. “Surely you can find someone to fake being a boyfriend. How long is she visiting for?” 

“Just the weekend.”

“So ask a friend.” 

“I think I’d have more luck hiring someone,” I drawled. I dropped my head back on the table. “You sure you won’t push me into traffic?”

“Wouldn’t that make her stay longer?”

I looked over at Frank. “Oh god, you’re right. Good point.” I considered my options. “Maybe I can get arrested? Just for the weekend.” I turned to Karen. “You know a cop. Think he can help?” 

“Don’t think he’d be willing to lock you up just to avoid your sister.” 

“Damn.” 

“I could ask Matt or Foggy?” Karen offered. “Maybe one of them could step in. They’re usually free and I think Foggy is still in his off-phase with Marci…”

“I’ll help.” We all looked over at Billy. He was staring at me even as he took a sip of his beer. 

“What?”

“You need a fake boyfriend. I have the weekend free. I’ll help.” 

Karen grinned even as I shook my head, protesting. “I can’t take your weekend from you.” 

“Wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t willing,” he said. “So what’s the plan?” 

“Plan?” I looked to Karen for help. “I need a plan?”

She just grinned back. “Talk to your new boyfriend.” 

I groaned and dropped my head back to the table. 

“So when am I meeting this boyfriend of yours?” 

I tried not to grit my teeth at the tone. I smiled at my sister. “At dinner,” I said, leading her to the clothing shop she wanted to check out. “He’s working.”

“Uh-huh…” She didn’t believe me. I couldn’t blame her considering he didn’t exist a week ago. Despite the fact, I told her we had been dating for months. 

“Don’t worry,” I said lightly. “You’ll see.” I silently prayed that Billy was still in. He told me he’d text me what place he’d get reservations at. That alone was a bit alarming but Billy had a tendency to be overdramatic when he wanted to be. 

“I can’t wait.” 

“Great!” My voice was higher than I liked. I pointed towards the back of the store, trying to divert her attention. “Check out that shirt!” 

I was going to kill Billy. 

The restaurant he gave for the reservation was…a lot more upscale than I had expected. I should have known. Thank god he gave us enough notice for my sister to buy a dress…while complaining that I did not tell her to bring something nicer than what she packed. I rolled my eyes but apologized while we got ready. She still thought I had planned this. 

We got to the restaurant a couple of minutes before the reservation time. 

“Hi,” I greeted the hostess. “Reservation for Russo?”

She smiled widely. “Of course! Your table is ready. Follow me.” 

“Thanks.” 

I had to nudge my sister to draw her attention away from looking around the place so we could find our table. He wasn’t there yet. I tried not to sigh, ignoring the way my sister looked at me pointedly. I ignored it. 

We both thanked the hostess before she left. 

“This place is nice,” she said. “How long did it take to get a reservation here?”

“No idea,” I answered honestly. “Billy was the one who got it.” 

“You haven’t told me much about him,” she pressed. 

“What’s there to tell? We’ve known each other for a while.” 

“And?”

“And now we’re dating.” 

She sighed but any response was cut off by my phone beeping at me. I checked it quickly. Billy had texted saying he was on his way. 

“Well?” my sister asked. “Let me guess, he’s busy with work?”

I frowned slightly. “What? No. He’s coming.” 

“You know you don’t have to lie to me, right? I’m not going to be upset.” Not upset but she’d pull out the ‘why can’t you trust me’ guilt that I did not need. Ever. 

“I’m not–why would I lie about this?” 

Her attention strayed from me and I felt someone’s hand touch my back. 

“Lie about what?” I looked up to see Billy standing there. “Sorry, I’m late.” He sat down next to me before leaning over towards me. His lips touched the spot just under my ear as I instinctively tipped my face up and I felt my heart leap into my throat at the action. “Hi, sweetheart.” 

“Hey,” I breathed. 

He grinned back at me before turning to my sister. “You must be her sister. Billy Russo.” He held out his hand for her to shake. My sister seemed to shake herself free of the surprise and took his hand. 

“Hillary,” she says. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise.” Billy looked over at me, arm resting on the back of my chair. His thumb stroked the skin of my arm. “Did you have a good time out?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “We went shopping.” 

“You should have told me. Would have sent you a car.” 

“It’s fine,” I said. 

“A car?” My sister interrupted and I suddenly remembered we weren’t alone. I hadn’t even realized everything the two of us had faded. 

“Of course,” Billy said, turning to look at her again. “I own a security company. Wouldn’t be much if we couldn’t provide all kinds of security.” 

The waiter decided then to finally show up. “Can I get you all something to drink?” 

“Do you like wine?” Billy asked my sister. 

“Love it.”

“We’ll get a bottle,” he told the waiter. “Pacina Toscana Rosso.”

“Very good sir. And are you ready to order?”

“We’ll start with the parmigiana di melenzane,” Billy said before he looked around. “That is, if you’re willing to trust me on that too, it’s fantastic. Do you know what you want?” 

“Give me a minute,” I grabbed the menu quickly, glancing over it. 

Billy leaned in close and I was suddenly surrounded by his scent. “Try the veal,” he said softly. “It’s very good. You’ll like it.”

“I do like veal,” I muttered.

“I know.” 

I looked up quickly and his eyes met mine. He was watching me closely and for a second I thought I saw his eyes dart to my lips. 

“I’ll take the penne,” my sister’s voice broke through the tension and I pulled back slightly. “The one with the bacon & mozzarella in tomato sauce?” 

“Very good, ma’am,” the waiter said. 

“She’ll have the agnolotti piemontesi,” Billy ordered for me, turning back to the waiter. “I’ll have the trancio di salmone alla griglia con salsa alla mostrada.” He handed the waiter the menus. 

I reached for the glass of water on the table. My mouth was suddenly dry. I had never heard Billy speak Italian before. 

“So,” my sister cleared her throat. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one affected. “How’d you two meet?” 

Billy settled back, this time his hand was in mine, pulling it up on the table to rest there. I tried to ignore the heat of it, but his thumb was stroking my fingers softly.

“Through a mutual friend,” he said. It wasn’t a lie. We had many by now and any one of them would have backed us up with the truth. Aside from the dating part. “Thought she was beautiful the moment I saw her. Took her a while to realize though.” He grinned at that. 

I just stared at him in surprise. Where was he getting this from?

“Of course it did,” my sister agreed. 

“But I got my chance…and won her over.” His thumb slid in between my fingers. I forgot to breathe for a second. “Never letting go now that I’ve got her.” He looked over at me and smirked. I felt like I was missing something huge but all I could focus on was the way he was still touching me. This was such a bad idea. 

The wine came and then the food. Billy kept talking, telling my sister stories of nights out with friends, but in a way that made it seem like it had been more than it was. I almost felt like I had remembered it incorrectly. 

By the time dessert came, I fully regretted my decision to accept Billy’s offer. This was going to completely ruin our friendship. Mainly because I now couldn’t stop thinking about him and really wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him. 

It did not help that he insisted we share the apple tart for dessert and he played up the role, opening his mouth for me to spoon feed him whenever I offered him some. I threatened to keep it all, but then his hand went to my thigh and I forgot any argument I had.

“Let me drive you home,” he offered after paying. 

“Sure,” I agreed. I had no desire to walk and was in no hurry for this night to be over. 

“I can’t wait to get out of these heels,” my sister agreed. “Thanks.”

He led us out of the restaurant, the hostess calling him by name as we left with the hope that he returns in the future. He nodded but didn’t engage with her any further. Not like I had seen him do in the past with other women when we went out. 

It didn’t take long to get to his car and my sister climbed into the back, leaving me in the front with him. He claimed my hand with his free one once he started driving. 

“We’re here,” I said softly. I got out of the car, helping my sister out before handing her the keys. I just wanted to talk to him alone for a moment. 

“You know you can invite him up,” she whispered. “I don’t mind.”

“I do. Go, please.”

Hillary turned to Billy with a smile, thanking him for dinner and that she hoped to see him again. Maybe before she left town? I made a mental note to excuse him from it before finally getting my sister to go inside the building. I finally turned to Billy. 

“You’re incredible,” I admitted. “Thank you.” 

He moved closer. “What are the plans for tomorrow?”

“Just sightseeing. Might try to score some last-minute tickets to Broadway, that sort of thing.” 

He nodded before he stepped towards me again. 

“You know she can’t see you, right?” I asked, glancing back at the door. My sister was long gone and none of the windows in the apartment faced this street. 

“Not about that,” he said. He stared down at me. “I should thank your sister.”

I frowned slightly. “For what?” 

“She gave me an opportunity.” He reached out and I inhaled sharply as his hand cupped my cheek. “Never thought I’d get the chance.” He leaned down, eyes watching mine, even as they glanced down at my lips.

“Billy,” I placed a hand on his chest. “We shouldn’t.”

“We really should, sugar. Least once.” His lips met mine, the hand on my cheek sliding back just enough to tilt my face up. I should not be doing this. At all. I didn’t stop though. 

Billy could kiss. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, demanding entrance only to deepen the kiss once I gave it. The hand not on my neck wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. He turned us at some point, pushing me back against his car until all I could focus on was him. I was engulfed by the feel and scent of him. 

“-so long,” I heard him mutter as we pulled away for air. He rested his forehead against mine. “I’ve wanted that for so long. You have no idea.” 

“What?” I blinked up at him, trying to concentrate on what he was saying. “Really?”

He grinned at me. “Yeah, sweetheart. You just kept ignoring me so I thought you didn’t want me.” 

“I had no idea.”

“I realize that.” He shook his head. “Frank told me I was crazy, that I was just gonna hurt myself with this.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. It was suddenly clear that I could hurt him. I should tell him I didn’t want this, that we needed to go back to being friends and only friends but…

“No, stop that.”

I looked up at him. “Stop what?”

“This isn’t over. I’m gonna show up tomorrow with coffee, I’ll let you drag me around the city with your sister and I’ll get us tickets to whatever Broadway show she wants, but when she’s gone, this isn’t over. You’re gonna let me take you out. For real. Just us.” 

“I am?” I raised my eyebrows at the certainty of his tone. 

“Yeah, you are.” His fingers played at the edge of my skirt as if he was considering sliding his hand up it, even though we were standing on the street. “And then I’m gonna take you home,” he kissed me softly. “And I’m going to ruin you so that you don’t want anyone but me.”

I laughed softly at the promise in his voice. “You think you’re that good?”

“I know we’d be that good together. Now go,” he stepped back. “Before I give into temptation to just take you home now and leave your sister all alone.”

I considered it. It would be a far better time than submitting myself to her interrogation now that she knew he was real. But then I’d have to listen to her complaints and I promised her a day out tomorrow. “Okay.” 

He smirked as though he knew exactly what I had been thinking. 

“Good night Billy.” I headed towards the building only to be yanked back and kissed thoroughly again. When he finally broke the kiss, much to my displeasure, he spoke softly. 

“Great night.” 

He watched as I headed inside and I turned once to see him still until I headed for the stairs. I stopped for a moment just to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe that had just happened. His promise echoed through my mind. 

Holy shit, I was in trouble. I couldn’t wait for more.

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[tobiogf]

suna and tendou fighting over you

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

i haven’t gotten high in a while and i kinda just really want to get high with these 2d boyfs

you felt a pair of hands on your waist and suddenly you were being pulled sideways into suna’s lap as tendou extended his hand holding the bong towards you. he held it out in front of your face, a lighter in his other hand.

“you need to take a strong pull, okay?”

you nodded, lowering your mouth into the glass pipe. suna’s hand pulled your hair back and held it for you while tendou lit the bowl. you immediately inhaled deeply, feeling smoke scratch the back of your throat without remorse.

“ohhh shit, that’s a good one,” suna murmured by your shoulder.

tendou grinned. “yeah, keep it going, y/n...” suna chuckled excitedly and you welcomed the challenge, feeling your lungs burn for air, tears blotting your vision as your head swam and your eyes rolled back dizzily. you popped your lips off the pipe, eyelids fluttering as tendou moved his face close to yours, parting his lips for a taste.

your jaw slackened slightly, sending swirls of smoke into the limited space between your mouths before tendou breathed in, sucking in most of the smoky strands. feeling delirious, you let your head fall back against suna’s chest and he dug his chin into your shoulder, making you giggle.

“you feeling okay?” he asked and you nodded, pulling your lips into a blissful smile.

“mission make (y/n) use a bong for once fucking success,” tendou slurred, pumping his fists and dancing around in a little circle. suna tugged the bong from your fingertips and took his own puff before passing it to the red-haired boy.

you slid out of suna’s lap and slumped against the couch, heart racing while goosebumps ran up the length of your arms. before you even realized it, music was blasting from suna’s speakers and tendou was holding the tv remote to his lips, rapping along to the lyrics. suna eyes were all red and squinty as he watched tendou’s performance, occasionally laughing when tendou messed up a lyric or ran out of breath to finish a verse.

“i’m so hungry,” you announced, your voice loud and smooth in your ears. a moment later, tendou was helping you to your feet, his hands holding yours and dancing behind you as the three of you made your way to the kitchen. suna had tore open a few packs of instant noodles and was now mixing in different spices while tendou sang feel good inc. loudly.

you bent over the counter, resting an elbow on the surface of the counter, mesmerized by the movements of suna wrists as he mixed the noodles. tendou put his hands on your sides and swayed his hips against yours.

“love forever, love is free, turned forever you and me,” he sang, grabbing your hand and twirling you around. you rolled your eyes, laughing happily as he sang to you this time.

“satori, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now,” suna grumbled from where he stood at the stove. tendou didn’t listen, still pushed you against the counter, still used a hand on your chin to keep you watching him.

once the noodles were ready, the three of you gathered around suna’s dining table, the only sound then was the music and tendou’s loud slurping. you were just focused on chewing the food before swallowing, sighing contently as the noodles filled you up. after eating, suna immediately searched for his controller and turned on his PlayStation, now dull eyes glued to the screen as he waited for a match.

tendou got comfortable on the couch, lazily spreading his legs and becoming an audience to suna’s match. you dropped next to the red-haired boy, head on his shoulder and not budging no matter how many times tendou shifted his body forward to yell at the screen.

“bro, switch your load out, you idiot,” tendou would say, pointing at the screen in frustration. “you’re never gonna get a good shot with that gun.”

suna wouldn’t listen. “i know what i’m doing, satori — just shut the fuck up and let me play.”

you were slightly tired but you found entertainment in tendou barking instructions at suna while suna repeatedly yelled at him to shut up.

“stop squirming, i’m trying to rest here,” you mumbled, pushing tendou back against the couch frame and dropping your head on his shoulder once more.

“make me stop squirming,” tendou responded.

you grinned, throwing your leg over his lap and climbing onto him. “there. now you can’t move.”

tendou jerked one of his legs forward and you fell unsuspectingly against his chest. “sorry... what were you saying about me not being able to move?” tendou teased, hands gripping your hips and looking down at you sitting right on top of his dick.

“eyes up here,” you said, putting a finger underneath tendou’s chin and tilting his head up to look at you. tendou pressed his lips together, his intense yet playful gaze at your eyes made you slightly bashful.

“don’t leave me out, what the fuck,” said suna from behind you, scrambling to his feet, eyes fixed to the screen as he gunned down a few opponents and then removed a hand from his controller to pull your head backwards and stare at you from above. his gaze dragged up to look at tendou, both boys giving each other knowing expressions.

“rin—”

you couldn’t finish your whisper, suna had already lowered his mouth onto yours, kissing you messily as his nose tickled your chin. he tossed his controller to the side, deepening the kiss with his tongue in your mouth. you couldn’t help letting out a muffled whimper as tendou lifted his hips slightly, grinding right up against you with his sturdy, bruising fingers holding your own hips in place.

suna released your lips, a trail of saliva connecting his mouth to yours, eyes watching you intently as yours fluttered with every rough rub of tendou’s jeans between your legs.

“fuck...” tendou choked out through gritted teeth. the edges of suna’s mouth twitched like he was going to laugh and you bit your bottom lip, giggling silently at tendou’s whispered sounds. “the fuck are you two laughing at?” he sighed, a hand coming up behind you to tug at your hair.

“mm, nothing,” you murmured, allowing suna to capture your lips once more. the angle was awkward but it didn’t take away from the heatedness with which he was kissing your lips. your neck had started to ache where it was bent backwards but suna had wrapped a hand around it, his thumb rubbing the back of your neck soothingly.

tendou buried his head against the exposed side of your neck, kissing and sucking, teeth grazing your skin and leaving occasional bites. his hands slid up to your sides and he bucked his hips up into yours, causing you to release a gasp into suna’s mouth, heart jumping as you felt extremely wet down there.

out of breath and heart beating rapidly, you managed to tear your hand away from where it was tangled in tendou’s hair before pushing suna back and falling breathlessly into tendou’s arms.

“what the fuck, rin... i couldn’t fucking breathe.”

“yeah, what the fuck, rin... you choking my little girl like that?” asked tendou, wrapping his arms around you and sliding you off of his lap before extending a foot and pushing suna backwards.

“i wasn’t choking her... i was just putting my hand on her neck...” suna mumbled. “it was a bad position — and when the fuck did she become your girl, huh?”

tendou didn’t answer, he just shifted his attention to you. “are you still high, (y/n)?” he asked, pulling your body underneath him. you smiled, dropping your head back.

“i’m fucking floating.”

“it’s cause of that bong pull,” suna grinned.

“good, cause i’m about to do something that’ll drive you fucking crazy,” tendou said, gently pulling your legs apart and looking at you for permission. suna was already on the other couch, watching you two attentively with a hand rubbing over the imprint of his cock in his sweatpants.

suddenly there was a loud beeping alarm that had you jolting upright, tendou’s fingers pulled away from the hem of your underwear and suna had jumped to his feet, staring horrified at the kitchen. large billows of smoke were hovering around the entrance of the kitchen and you swore you’d never sobered up so fast in your life.

tendou was the only one with the rationality left to go into the kitchen in order to see what had caused the smoke detector to go off. you and suna trailed hesitantly behind him as tendou extended a long arm and switched off the smoke detector, bringing his hands to his hips and staring at suna, who sucked in a sharp breath.

“suna?” said tendou as you peeked into the pot on the stove. the remaining noodles in there had been completely blackened and scorched and you couldn’t help as your jaw fell open. “did you forget to turn off the stove?”

the brown haired boy bit his lip, hand reaching up to itch the back of his head.

“yeah... i-i guess i did.”

i know they didn’t technically fight but just you bein bffs wit them and them teasing each other and u... idk it hits different

[rk1kheadcanons]

Markus and Connor are secret dating b/c Connor doesn't wanna be out to the world yet. The Jericrew (-Connor) go drinking and Markus gets *drunk* and starts rambling about his boyf after he rebuffs an advance made by a lady at the bar super sappily, but no matter how hard the others press him, they just get "oh, his eyes are the color of warm chocolate..." answers as to who this boyf is

You would never know Markus was drunk.

He didn’t stutter or slur when he spoke, he didn’t sway or trip over his feet. He didn’t giggle goofily or speak overly loud. He was perfectly composed, as much the charismatic android sober as he was when he was intoxicated.

What he did do, however, was go on long monologues like a Shakespearian stage actor.

Which would be fine, if Markus’ favorite subject to wax poetic about wasn’t his mysterious boyfriend, whom he’d sworn not to reveal the identity of until they were ready. Which would also be fine, if that mysterious boyfriend wasn’t Connor, who was often sitting right next to him (and slowly but surely bluescreening his way into that big Windows XP wallpaper in the sky) as he sang and lathered compliment after compliment, steadily giving away clues that were so blatant that it was a miracle that no one had figured them out yet.

Markus never remembered what he’d done the next day, and whenever Connor mercilessly played back his memories, his poor lover was as embarrassed as he was apologetic. Connor could hardly begrudge him (frankly he didn’t know what sane person on this planet could ever begrudge Markus, but that was just Connor’s correct opinion). What could they even do about it? Should he demand Markus consciously control himself? It wasn’t like Connor was any better at it. Give the RK800 too many AMB’s (Adios Motherboards) and he would be on top of the nearest table and scream-singing his every professionally repressed emotion, regardless if it was a karaoke bar or not. Hence why he never imbibed more than he could handle when they were around their friends. The last thing he wanted to do was sloppily propose to Markus after a long and terrible rendition of K-Ci and JoJo.

And Connor wouldn’t dream of telling Markus to measure the contents of his drink like Connor did. Not when his breaks were so rare, and getting him to relax and let loose was like pulling teeth.

It was just in the cards that their big revelation as a couple would be in a random bar at 3AM, with Markus saying something along the lines of “my boyfriend’s name starts with a C and rhymes with Donner”, and Connor had made peace with that.

“Scarlet woman!” Markus cried, at some random bar at 3AM, surrounded by their drunken comrades. Ah, would this be the night? Connor thought, on the correct side of buzzed as he watched on from the table right next to them, a heady mix of dread and amusement running through his computer soul. “Jezebel! How d a r e you solicit my happily taken hand!”

The waitress, who looked like she regretted serving their table, let alone attempting to get the number from the happily taken hand, raised her hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry,” she said peaceably and with the calm air of someone who dealt with drunks as a job choice, “just trying to shoot my shot, ya know?”

Markus nodded at her magnanimously, because he was a kind and forgiving man even as a drunken buffoon. “Fret not. I pardon you of this most heinous slight, for if you knew the one to own my heart, you would understand that no other could compare.”

“Sure thing dude,” she said goodnaturedly, packing up and replacing drinks around their tables expertly, and parting with a “have a good night Romeo.”

“But who can no other compare to? WHOMST??” asked North, throwing her torso onto the table and looking up at Markus pleadingly.

“We’ve ruled out Jerry #451, Claudia, Baris from accounting, and Jerry #36,” Simon rattled off. He was looking down at a napkin that he had scribbled the names of all of their potential suspects. “I’ve got it. It’s Baris.”

North rolled her eyes. “We already said it wasn’t Baris.”

“Ohhh. Right, right.” Simon nodded his head and continued to not cross off the names of the people they had decided against, as he had been doing all night.

“How about you describe them a little?” Josh put in, reasonable, and therefore slightly less wasted than everyone else. “Hair color? Height? Eyes? Something?”

“Nay, I must not speak thusly!” Markus declared, back of his hand over his forehead and everything. “For if I were to tread down that forbidden road, I would surely not be able to stop myself from breaking our sacred oath of secrecy!”

“Oh my goOOOOOOOd I hate this fucking oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaath,” North threw her head back and cried to heavens, which, considering her positon, was probably going to be hell on her neck come morning. “Come on! Break your oath! Be like Thor and wield oathbreaker goddamnit!”

“You might be thinking of Stormbreaker,” Connor added, the need to try and reason with alcoholics apparently embedded in his programming.

North narrowed her eyes at him, or rather his torso, since her chin was very resolutely still resting on the table. “If you think I’m thinking right now then you are drunker than I am.”

Connor lifted his barely touched glass to her in a toast because how dare she be lucid enough to clap back so quickly. A well deserved rebuttal fucking cheers.

“Glasses!” Josh exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “Do they wear glasses? That should narrow down some people.”

“That’s right! That’ll tell us if they’re an android or not. Androids don’t wear glasses! Our eyes are like...fucking...better and shit!”

“Unless….” Simon narrowed his eyes, pausing dramatically. “....they do.”

North gasped. Josh put his hands on either side of face, muttering; “holy fucking shit he’s right.”

Markus scoffed. “Their eyes do not hide behind paltry spectacles! His beautiful orbs, so soft and caring when his gaze lands upon my person, seeing into my very soul, are the warmest chocolate brown!”

‘Ah shit here we go,’ Connor thought, wishing not for the first time that he could just down his drink and join everyone else in blissful, idiotic cavorting. The soft, melodic piano and crooning words of All My Life playing over the speaker stayed his hand. Best not take any chances

“HE!” Simon burst out, tipping over in his chair. “He say he! Them is He!”

“Are we talkin’ Hershey’s or Dove?”

“Ghirardelli you fucking plebs!”

“Oi!” North banged her hand on the table so hard it left a handprint indented in the wood. It was one amongst many however, and not all of them left by their party. Such was the price for serving android drinks at a human bar - you either shelled out for sturdier furniture or the dents and chips became a charming aspect of your décor. “Don’t get spicy with us Sir Lancelot!”

“Apologies fair maiden,” Markus responded easily. He took her hand delicately and made a sweeping bow over it. “Alas, my passions got away from me.” He dropped her hand and whirled around, coat billowing with the movement and most assuredly by accident, placing both hands to his thirium pump. “Conjuring up the magnificent images that is the love of my life oft times sends my emotions into a tizzy! His hair; cloud like in my grasp as I run my fingers threw earthen chestnut tendrils - ”

‘Hhhhhhhhhhhhn so many adjectives Markus whyyyyyyyyyy,’ Connor wheezed internally. He didn’t bother trying to keep down his blush. Markus was nowhere near done laying on the compliments and he’d be subjecting himself to an endless loop of canceling the process. Besides, he could just blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the a a a a a alcohol - wait no. What!? WHAT. Connor looked down at his drink and saw, to his mounting horror, that the glass was emptier than it had been a few minutes ago. Goddamn his automated rest mode cycle for transforming into fidgeting whenever he was nervous! He resolutely pushed the glass out of his immediate reach.

Nines, who was quietly sitting next to him, hunched over and taking notes on his own napkin, snapped his head up to attention when the glass brushed against his arm. His younger brother was looking from Connor to Markus, eyes narrowed suspiciously as Markus carried on. Connor didn’t like that look at all. It was always a risk inviting Nines to their little outings, the only thing Connor could bank on was Nines passing out - as his dear little bro was a notorious light weight - before his deductive skills could pierce through his drunken haze. Apparently Nines had chosen tonight of all nights, where Markus had never been more obvious about their relationship, to bloody pace himself.

If he could, Connor would be sweating bullets.

“ - a wit SO SHARP!!” Markus declared, foot now planted on his chair and shaking his fist to the ceiling as if it had insulted one of Carl’s paintings, “that neither an UNDEAD HOARD nor a POLITICIAN’S EGO could survive it’s precision strike!!”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, banger body, smarty pants, good at analyzing shit, likes animals” North listed off, holding a hand up and ticking a finger down. “Well that rules out all the Jerrys; they’re all redheads and they’re pretty aggressive about it - except for Jerry #86. Is your man-squeeze Jerry #86?”

“No no no last I heard Jerry #86 is dating Hatsume Miku’s bodyguard; Android Lucy Lawless.” said Simon.

“Tch. Lucky,” pouted North.

“Oh wow, she really kept that name huh?” Josh said, voice faint with wonder and disbelief. “That’s such a mouthful.”

“And who are you to question a Queen!?” snapped North.

“Huzzah and many blessings to the fortuitous couple!” Markus cheered, toasting a stein of frothy blue intoxication that looked as cartoonish as it did poisonous to the sky, knocking it back in several impressive gulps and slamming it back on the table. “BUT NEITHER OF THEM CAN COMPARE TO THE BEAUTY AND GRACE THAT IS MY LOVE!!” he boomed, louder and more British by the second. “WHO’S CURIOSITY AND INTELLECT A CHERISHED BOON TO I, BUT A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION TO HIS ENEMIES - !”

North slapped her hand on the table several times, the proverbial light bulb lighting up in her eyes - oh. No not proverbial. There was currently little lightbulb emojis pictured in her pupils. Yet another drunken download added to the bill. Connor was glad he’d drawn the long straw on ‘irresponsible buying duty’ tonight. No doubt there would be a lot of strange receipts to sort through in the morning. “Oh! I know I know! It’s Josh!”

So startled by this declaration/accusation, Josh jumped in his seat. “What!?”

“Brown hair, brown eyes, hot, obnoxious, smart - everything FITS!”

“...he didn’t say obnoxious,” Josh muttered, then physically shook sanity back into himself. “It can’t be me. I think I’d know if I was dating Markus!”

Simon leaned in closer towards Josh, arm on the table, determination in his mien. “But what if…” Without breaking eye contact with his friend, he smoothly cracked open his Thirium berry blast bahama mama banana punch wine cooler, and proceeded to pour it just two centimeters off from his glass, all over the table. “You don’t know.”

Josh was shook in the face of this evidence. North narrowed her eyes so hard that they were just closed at this point. “Highly suspicious.”

“No. Nooooo. No? No! Of course I’m not. Right Markus?”

Markus steepled his fingers together and cackled in a way that most people would find concerning, but Connor just found it adorable. He would saving that in his memory banks. “I’ll never tell~,” he sing songed.

“H i g h l y s u s p i c i o u s.”

“I know who it is,” Nines suddenly said, calm but with such confidence that he was easily heard amidst the ruckus. He had his elbows planted on the table, chin resting upon his entwined fingers. Steele grey eyes swept over the now quiet group, everyone waiting with baited breath.

“Grant us your wisdom ‘o soothsayer,” Markus whispered, eyes wide with anticipation and literally perched on the edge of his seat. Connor seriously measured the pros and cons of just throwing his portion of the tab on the table and yeeting himself out of the window.

“It’s Sixty.”

Immediately the room erupted into scoffs and hisses of disbelief. North gave him a thumbs down and cupped her hand to her mouth, letting a long, “Booooo!”

“Why are you booing me I’m right!”

“BoooOOooOOOOOoooooo!” Markus, Josh and Simon joined in.

Connor blinked, and suddenly felt all of his concerns about Nines’ being the lynch pin in solving this mystery evaporate. If Markus transformed into a C grade Shakespeare impersonator when drunk, and Connor subconsciously wanted to be recruited by America’s Got Talent, then Nines became a consummate dumbass.

“That’s it!” North exploded. “Ten dollars says it’s Jerry #92! I caught him in a wig once!” She stood up, her chair sliding back from the force, and slammed a note on the table.

Simon also stood up with equal intensity. “Twenty says it’s Josh!” He reached into his pocket and slammed its contents onto the table. When he removed his hand six lego pieces, a My Little Pony leg, and two actual diamonds were revealed. Connor hoped dearly that the bartender cut Simon off soon.

“It’s not me!” Josh said exasperated. He paused, then pointedly pulled out some money and threw it in the pot as well. “I put forty on Brenden.”

“Bull! Shit!” North declared. “Fitness guru Brenden!? No way!”

“He fits the criteria.”

“I doubt ‘How To Tell If An Android Has Welded on Parts from China vs Russia in their Selfies’ videos on his YouTube channel is the kind analysis Markus was talking about.”

“You don’t know that! He didn’t specify...”

As the two continued to argue, with Simon chiming in with some non sequitur, and Nines tutting about these ‘ignorant fools and their blindness to the evidence presented’, Connor looked over to Markus. He was quiet. He had his elbow perched precariously on the edge of the table, his cheek resting on his fist, a small hat (that was not there literally two minutes ago) was on his head, folded from one of the bar napkins.

And he was looking at Connor as if he hung the moon and stars.

‘How could the world not already know,’ Connor thought, soft and warm inside, happy merely to be in his line of sight, ‘When he looks at me like that?’

Connor picked up his glass and lifted it. “One hundred dollars on Sixty.”

Chaos erupted. Nines threw his arms up and hooted like he’d won the super bowl. Josh tried to explain to him how that was mathematically impossible. North shook her head and warned him that he would live on the streets with an answer like that. Simon pulled out a Yu-Gi-Oh! Card and said he would give him this Charizard if he agreed with him that Josh was Markus’ secret boyfriend. Connor withheld himself from trying to convince drunk people that this was not how betting worked.

Maybe Connor shouldn’t worry so much about their relationship being discovered after all. At this rate, no one would know about he and Markus being together until the wedding invites.

[imthekingofnewyork]

Burns

Rich gets insecure about his scars but he has his boyfriends to help him out. --- When Jeremy pulled into his apartment building's parking lot an unknown feeling of dread settled over him. This wasn't too unusual, he had anxiety and sometimes it snuck up on him even when nothing was wrong. As he gathered some of his things from his car he pushed down the feeling and started to make his way to his and his boyfriends shared apartment. But even as he walked up the steps and got his keys out to open the door he still had the feeling hanging over him. By the looks of it in the parking lot only one of his boyfriends was home and that would be rich. Rich who could usually be seen watching t.v. on the couch when he came home but was no where to be found. The apartment was eerie with the knowledge that his normally bright and happy boyfriend was here when everything was dark and silent. Jeremy called out his name but there was no reply.

Jeremy poked his head into the kitchen. Nothing there. He walked over to the other side of the apartment and called his name but once again there was no reply. Then he opened their bedroom door to find his shortest boyfriend curled up in all of the blankets on their bed, his face covered.

"Rich?" Jeremy whispered as he stepped towards the bed. when he called out his name the blonde poked his head out from under the blankets. His hair was ruffled and sticking out in different directions. If Jeremy wasn't so concerned about the boy acting so differently he would've taken a moment to appreciate how cute he was. Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed next to his boyfriend.

"Hey hon you doing okay? you seem a little quiet" He said, putting a hand on the boys back. Rich sat up some more and gently rested his head on the taller boys shoulder.

"Not been feelin' to great," He said, his voice a little rough.

"Aw, sorry love" He cooed, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy and resting his palm on his forehead to see if he had a fever or not.

"No-Not like that," rich said, gently grabbing the scrawny boy's arm and starting to play with Jeremy's fingers in his lap. He wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders when Jeremy paused to let him speak.

"i've jus' been feeling a bit down, about- about my burns and all," Rich said.

Rich had been insecure about his burns before, especially right after the fire and he had just returned to school. Jeremy pulled his arm back so it was instead around his back and his hand was at the nape of the smaller boys neck. He gently scratched at the fine hairs at the bottom of his neck as he made a small sympathetic sound.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked softly, pulling the boy closer to him.

Rich shook his head against Jeremy's shoulder.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked softly.

rich thought for a moment before moving to the back of the bed, pulling Jeremy with him and wrapping the taller boy in the blankets with him. Jeremy got the idea and pulled Rich's head so it was pillowed on his chest. The two layed there for a moment before Jeremy got a text from his other two boyfriends in their group chat.

Boyf: At the store we need anything?

Jeremy thought for a moment.

Jerm: cookie dough ice cream Rich's not feeling well

Jake-y: Is he ok?

Boyf: Yea whats wrong?

Jerm: He said he wasn't feeling to great about his scars

Jeremy looked over to his boyfriend who was still resting on his chest, Rich grabbed one of his hands and began playing with the boy's fingers again.

Boyf: yea i'll get the ice cream

Boyf: Does he need anything else?

Jake-y: maybe those chips he likes

Boyf: Oo yes ill grab them

Jeremy put his phone down on the other side of the bed when rich started moving some more. He could see a look in his eyes that said he wanted to say something but couldn't. Jeremy shifted some and gently wrapped his arm around Rich's back.

"Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it?" he asked softly, rubbing the boys back.

Rich opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he chewed on his lip as he thought of what to say.

"Its just-Just, what- what do you guys see in me?" Rich asked, burying his face deeper into the boys chest.

"what do you mean hon?" Jeremy said, moving so he could see his boyfriends face better.

"I mean- I-I'm smaller than all of you for starters, I-I'm covered in b-burns, Hell I almost killed Jake when we were teenagers," He said, his voice breaking at the end. Jeremy looked right at his boyfriend to see tears at the edges of his eyes and his nose scrunched slightly Jeremy could only guess was from it burning.

"Hey, hey no, hon it's okay, thats all in the past," He said. Jeremy gently moved so he was resting against the headboard and rich was sitting in his lap, the blankets now wrapped around his waist. Jeremy gently rubbed up and down the boys back, rocking him slightly. He could feel a small wet spot forming on his shirt from where Rich had his face pressed into but pretended not to notice as he tried to soothe his boyfriend.

Just then Jeremy heard Micheal and Jake come in from the front door. They called out both their names and when Jeremy called for them to come into the bedroom they almost completely burst through the door. Jake was the first one to notice their distraught boyfriend on the bed while Micheal followed behind him. Jake put the bag he was carrying down on the edge of the bed next to Jeremy's phone and climbed on the bed next to him.

At first neither Jake or micheal knew what to do but soon followed Jeremy's lead and cuddled up next to their boyfriend. Jake moved behind Rich and gently brushed the hair out of his face while Michael moved to the side of his smaller boyfriend and rested his chin on the top of his head. The four of them stayed in that position until Rich's sobs faded into soft sniffles and hiccups. eventually he emerged his face from where it was pressed into Jeremy's shoulder to look at his boyfriends.

"sorry," he said so softly it was barely above a whisper.

"What're you sorry for hon?" Micheal asked, moving so his head was instead resting on Rich's shoulder.

"I'm just-I'm just a failure- I'm just--" He said, getting worked up again, tears forming in his eyes.

"Hey, Hey no no no hon your not a failure why're you thinking like this all of a sudden?" Jake asked, scooting down so he was sitting next to the headboard too.

"I've just- I don't know I started thinking about this stuff a couple days ago but i thought it was nothing and then today-today was just too much for me," Rich said, pressing his back into jeremy's chest.

"Honey why didn't you tell us?" Michael said, rubbing his hand up and down Rich's arm soothingly.

"I just- I just thought it was nothing, that'd it go away in a few days or something." Rich said, closing his eyes as a few stray tears fell down his face.

Jeremy clicked his tounge sympathetically, moving his hand up to brush some hair off of his face.

they stayed like that for a little while longer until Rich seemed a little better and moved a little bit forward.

"So is there anything you wanna do now hon?" Jake asked, moving so he sat with his legs crossed.

jeremy pointed out the ice cream sitting in the bag Jake was holding at the edge of the bed which made Rich light up a bit. Jeremy handed the carton to the shorter boy while Michael left to grab a spoon from the kitchen. Jake grabbed his laptop and turned it to hulu.

"Anything you wanna watch?" Jake asked.

Rich thought for a moment before saying. "Oh! Night at the museum! I haven't watched those movies in forever" Rich said as Jake clicked on the first movie, smiling that his boyfriends normal bright personality started to come back. Jake wrapped his arms around his shorter boyfriend and softly kissed his head as the movie began playing. Michael and Jeremy cuddled up next to them and relaxed. And thats how they spent the rest of the night, cuddling together as Rich's favorite movies played. And over the night Rich started acting more like himself. He was still a little insecure about his scars and still guilty about the night of the fire but he felt better with his boyfriends at his side.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Say Amen

(Older content)

Summary: Despite being in a relationship, they still long and yearn for each other. Despite being in a relationship, Crowley can't get over that Aziraphale loves touching him.

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Crowley has a dick, one getting off and not the other

Words: 2k

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What you must know about Aziraphale and Crowley was that, for over 6,000 years, they had been playing a game of chase.  

Whether Aziraphale would like to admit it or not, he had been aware of the whole thing. Crowley’s implications, the soft flirting, how the demon would give a crooked smirk and it would strike something in the angel like a sharp sword. So hard he would have to turn away lest his vessel’s ears burn as red as his cheeks.

The thing about Aziraphale was that he liked the wily serpent’s chase. He enjoyed their banter between each other, the opposites attract aspect. Something exciting and warm always thrilled through him when he saw Crowley with his glasses in hand or to the side, gesturing with his other hand in conversation.

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More often times than not he caught himself looking towards Crowley’s lips when an ‘s’ noise was particularly held. Just so he could watch that tempting tongue flick over his lips to wet them.

The thing about Crowley, on the other hand. He was so used to chasing and flirting, tempting and thwarting. That he did not take into consideration that perhaps, maybe, the angel he’d fallen for in the original act of Paradise, may have liked him back. How Aziraphale’s plump cheeks lifted with his smile, how he wore spectacles for no reason other than to wear them when he read. Pushing them up his nose and turning his head to hide a smile.

Now. The thing about the both of them.

They were both madly in love with each other.

Aziraphale finds himself, even after all these years, thinking about the serpent with fondness. How he sometimes missed his long, red hair curling down his shoulders. Recently cut to fit the social norms of current standards of society.

How he longed to press his lips to Crowley’s neck, to inhale his smoky, dark scent and curl his much softer frame into Crowley’s bony one.

It shouldn’t even be a passing thought he has. How he longs, longs and yearns for Crowley’s touch. Even a simple hand on the shoulder and Crowley almost seemed...nervous to touch him. As if his touch would burn the angel alive and they would be left with nothing but yearning, longing hearts.

Aziraphale sighs. Sitting in his bookshop was always a comfort, especially at his desk. Yet, he’s finding himself almost agitated. Sliding a hand under his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose and pinching his eyes shut. Flashes of a face peer behind his eyes, a face he is most fond of. Sharp cheekbones, wide eyes, a devilish smile-

“Ohhh! Stop it!” His voice is a whine at himself, standing up and slamming his hands down at his sides as if frustrated. His cheeks burn pink, stormy blue eyes looking off to the side as he considers his own thoughts.

It just- it was so much! These feelings! Crowley had been so...tempting!  

These past few months they’d grown closer and closer- if that could even be a thing. Crowley had started staying at his bookshop late into the night, miracling himself a bed until Aziraphale ended up having a right proper bedroom in the back.

Aziraphale found himself, most nights, coming in just to tuck himself under Crowley’s chin and be comfortable in his arms, for crying out loud!

So yes, maybe being upset he was thinking about him at a constant when they were in a...well...

Well, a relationship, shouldn’t be a thing that is happening, yet Anthony J. Crowley consumed every thought he seemed to have lately.

Perhaps these romance novels were simply not working for him. He could switch to something more, well, biblical. Perhaps that would stop these thoughts of-

“Angel!” Comes a cheery voice from behind him. Aziraphale’s eyes brighten like a puppy dog’s and his metaphorical heart beats twice fold. From the back, it’s easy to see him perk up, turning with a small step to look towards Crowley with a fond smile.

“Yes, my dear? You seem awfully excited about something, what could it possibly b- mmnph!” Aziraphale was so caught up in the moment he doesn’t notice Crowley coming forward until he’s pressed against his desk, lips pressed to his own and his eyes flutter. Not registering it at first until his boyf—husb-- partner is pulling back.

No matter how many times they’d done that, Crowley’s face still turns just as pink as Aziraphale’s. There’s a comfort in that.

There’s an even bigger comfort in how Crowley’s lithe body presses to his much softer one. Long fingers still resting upon Aziraphale’s plump cheek to cup him softly. Over 6,000 years, and Aziraphale is on his toes in excitement, in an almost hunger as Crowley’s eyes linger far too long on the way Aziraphale bites his bottom lip.

What...was it he was so happy about? He had something to tell him. Yet, now Crowley is lost. The tingling taste of something vanilla-like left on his lips from the angel, how Aziraphale is looking at him expectantly.

It’s too much, the affection is too much, it’s all too much. And Crowley, Crowley pulls away.  

Slowly retracting his body to give his angel space, who looks a bit...disappointed? However, Crowley merely clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he finally shows what he’d been carrying this entire time in a mere plastic bag on his wrist. Funny how memory strikes you back.

“That, uh, bakery you like- on the third block over? They had those cakess- ahem. Cakes you liked.” Clearing his throat at his held ‘s’ as he offers the bag.  

That certainly brightens that pouty look Aziraphale had, gleefully taking the bag and thanking him with a peck on the cheek that does NOT send Crowley’s dead heart back to life, thank you.

Now, there was something you needed to know about these two.

Though now, understanding each other’s affections, Aziraphale loved to kiss and touch. Loved to be close and stay close to Crowley.  

Now, Crowley may have loved that as well, but after going 6,000 plus years thinking you would only ever be on a mutually pining stage. Meant that Anthony J. Crowley was having a hard time catching up to the...the kissing, the hand holding, the strange yet loving thing Aziraphale did with their noses nuzzling, to the...the...

The few nights spent. Where Crowley mapped out Aziraphale’s soft frame with his fingers. How the angel trembled beneath him, biting his lower lip and throwing his head back and making noises he’d only dreamt of.  

To Crowley, under Aziraphale, burning to the ears and huffing at every compliment, every praise showered upon him. Of how beautiful Aziraphale thought he was, of how much he adored Crowley, how he was the Sun and Aziraphale was the helpless Icarus who would burn his poor wax wings to be with him-

“I really must thank you properly, my dear! Oh, you know how much your small gifts mean to me. Can I te—encourage you the bedroom?” Aziraphale’s voice cuts through his thoughts, not realizing he’d been stuck mid-way. Arm stuck out and face still flushed.

His eyes stay big and wide behind his glasses as he looks towards Aziraphale- sweet, sweet Aziraphale. His fluffy white curls were getting longer these days, now curling onto his cheeks rather than resting simply atop his head. Crowley swallows thickly at how bright Aziraphale’s eyes are, sparkling with adoration and a touch of mischief.

How could he say no to such a tempting look?

--

“You are so beautiful, my love. I wish you could see yourself. Ah- there you are, relax for me.” Aziraphale’s voice is soft and cooing. Damned angel is what he was, fallen, Crowley’s mental voice nags.

Though, perhaps that is because the praise is too much at times.

Crowley has been stripped to nothing. Glasses delicately set on the nightstand next to the bed. Aziraphale had instructed to see all of him, but did say if it became too much, he knew their safe word and he could grab his glasses if he needed to.

A safe word, even used in not so rough scenarios. It was simply because Crowley may have to stop if the praise DID become too much. A precaution. Something Aziraphale must have learned in his times in certain clubs around the cities.

Yet, now, he lies beneath Aziraphale. Pale skin bared up to the angel, his chest heaves with breaths he does not need. Head tipped back and to the side to try to hide his burning face.

His cock is hard, lying against his abdomen and jerking every time Aziraphale’s soft, pudgy fingers massage upwards into his thighs.

A full body massage, that’s what he was being given as a ‘thank you’. However, Crowley knew better with how devilish his partner could be, what this would turn out into.

With Aziraphale’s praise dripping from his tongue generously and his fingers expertly working over any kinks in his body. Crowley swallows down a moan, cock jerking and a drool of pre-cum escaping him onto his abdomen. Yet, Aziraphale just ignores that part.

Cruel angel.

Sliding his hands up and over Crowley’s abdomen, over his sharp hip bones and humming fondly as Crowley exhales sharply with a soft, “You’re killing me here, angel.” In this high-pitched whine that Aziraphale smiles a bit at.

“Patience is a virtue.” Is all Aziraphale chirps back. Hands sliding over him, working onto his sides and making Crowley sigh as his warm body comes overtop his own.

Aziraphale shuffles a bit closer, still fully dressed sans his coat and nice loafers, tossed to the side. His rounded tummy presses softly, almost teasingly to Crowley’s crotch area and he can’t help the whimper that arises.

A hiss follows the noise when hands come up to his chest, deliberately sliding over his nipples where thumbs play gently for a moment in circles. His head falls back, too sensitive there and baring his throat to which Aziraphale takes as an invitation. Lips sealing over his pulse point and beginning to kiss and nibble along his throat.

Then finally, finally his body weight comes atop Crowley. Applying pleasant weight until Crowley can thrust his hips up and shamelessly hump against the soft angel above him.  

He smells so good, something sweet, something floral. Crowley’s eyes about roll in his head when his jawline is sucked on, leaving a fond bruise over his skin. Of course, he could miracle it away later.

He wouldn’t.

“That’s it, good boy.” Aziraphale coos right next to his ear, making Crowley whimper as he humps upwards. Sliding his drooling cock over Aziraphale’s clothing.  

It feels so good- so dirty in a way. The way Aziraphale is just letting him sully his clothing. Crowley should be worshipping him, on his knees, mouthing at Aziraphale’s crotch and feeling his partner yank at his hair until Crowley begs for forgiveness-  

That does it for him.  

He sobs out as he cums, hips lurching up and his bony fingers digging into Aziraphale’s plush hips to keep him still above him. Another bruise is sucked into the side of his neck, just beneath his ear as his cum soaks into the clothing above him.

With a few gentle kisses along his face, Crowley’s eyes about roll into the back of his head. A bit tear filled in a way that makes him feel right fucked. Vaguely hearing Aziraphale cooing to him, sweet words as he nuzzles his jawline. “So good for me, Crowley. You looked beautiful. You’re such a good boy, my dear. My very good boy.”

Perhaps.

Perhaps on days like this.

Crowley could take such affection.

[feel199x]

dance with me?

summary: u n ur boyf hyunjin prepare for a stage together...and come out as a couple

warnings: mild description of anxiety. 

a/n: as a dancer, one of my goals is to perform with dance line so this was SUPER self indulgent </3

 “When you said you wanted to show me a dance, this isn’t exactly what I had in my mind, Hyunjin.”

 Hyunjin gave you his signature smile, and wrapped you in his arms.

 “It would just be so cute!” he pouted, “we come out as a couple and do a stage together? It’d be the cutest thing in the world!”

 He planted a kiss on your jaw, and rested his chin in the crook of your neck, “Actually,” he looked at you and him in the mirror, “you’re the cutest thing in the world.”

 You smiled, “Now, is that a fact?”

 Hyunjin squeezed his arms even tighter around your waist and planted another kiss on your cheek, “Yes it is! You’re the definition of cute. If you look it up in the dictionary, there’s your face. No explanations needed.”

 You giggled, and Hyunjin took your hand in his and spun you around.

 “Now!” you clapped your hands, “enough flirting and show me the dance.”

 Watching Hyunjin dance, you remember why you fell in love with him. You remember watching one of his stages, and decided that you just had to see him live. And when you did, you remembered why you became an idol. For dancing, for performing. Hyunjin was an incredible performer, his body control was inhuman and he was so incredibly fluid and smooth. He could switch up his textures like it was nothing. It blew your freaking mind. Especially when he noticed you in the crowd and gave you this huge, dazzling smile. You had seen him around JYPE, and he would frequently give you a smile and compliment your dancing, but you could never say anything back. Your mind would just go on the fritz, and you’d babble something incoherent and stumble away. 

 It had taken you a while to work up the courage to talk to him, which he made very clear was something he had been waiting for. The conversation went something like this:

 “Hey, Hyunjin!”

 “Oh hi, it’s taken you long enough.”

 “What do you mean?”

 “Talking to me, you know, it’s quite rude, especially since you know I have the biggest, fattest crush on you.”

 “No, I have the fattest crush on you! Why did you just talk to me?”

  He had shrugged, smiling with his whole face, where his eyes were parallel moons in the sky, “I wanted to see how long it took you. But your time was almost up anyway, you had like, four days left.”

 You felt a flick on your forehead, bringing you back to the present. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at you, “Were you paying attention?”

 You mimicked the movements that Hyunjin was showing you, rolling your wrist and flicking it, and sweeping your leg, changing the texture of your dance like he had.

 Hyunjin crossed his arms and pouted, “How are you better than me when I’m the one that created the choreo?”

 You shrugged, smiling, “Because I’m a better dancer than you?”

 Hyunjin gaped at you, and furrowed his eyebrows. Then, he pointed his finger at you, “All right then! I challenge you to a dance competition.”

 “Aren’t we supposed to be learning a dance for a stage?” you looked at your wrist, which didn’t actually have a watch, “And isn’t in like, a week? Which- by the way- is a very ambitious goal.”

 “Are you nervous?” his voice softened, “I mean about everything?”

 “About the dancing? Actually not really, I think we’ll give a great performance,” you sighed, “I’m just a little bit afraid, I guess? We won’t be existing in our bubble anymore.”

 “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

 “No!” you squeezed his hand, “I want to.”

 “Are you sure?”

 You nodded, taking his already sweaty body into your arms.  You sighed, resting your head on his chest and relaxing a bit. You knew that Hyunjin was here for the long run, it wasn’t that you were afraid of. Just the fact that it was no longer private made you squirm a bit. Anyone could say anything. 

 “‘jinnie,” you murmured, burying your face in his chest, “I’m scared of what everyone will say.”

 “Hey,” he said softly, tilting up your chin, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But I don’t care what they say, I love you and that’s it.”

 “I love you, Hyunjin.” 

 He hummed, “Let’s dance, yeah? That’ll get your mind off of things.”

 For the next few hours, you and Hyunjin danced until you almost hated the practice. You know you could never hate dancing, but it got pretty damn near. Hyunjin had choreographed a pretty intense dance, one where the counts switched up frequently. It didn’t take you long to memorize it, but it was another thing completely to perfect it. You were struggling with the tender section of the dance, where you stare into Hyunjin’s eyes, and the both of you watch each other complete fluid, sensual, and tender moves. You kept getting embarrassed and way too into your head. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was struggling with the touchy parts of it. It was nowhere he hadn’t laid his hands on before, but something about combining tenderness with dance seemed so intimate to him. And well, needless to say, Hyunjin was quite shy about it.

 And then, it was a week later, and both you and Hyunjin were standing on opposite sides of the stage, waiting for the queue. The both of you still hadn’t decided on how to come out about the relationship, but right now, all you were focused on was the dance. You had practiced all week, and you were ready. Your manager had given you the queue, and you were sent off with cheers from your group mates. 

 Hyunjin looked beautiful. His hair was long, and loose, slightly disheveled like he had just gotten out of bed. And just like that, the dance started. The two of you circled each other, moving fluidly like yin and yang, two wholes, but somehow completing each other. You watched him, and he watched you. Your feet dragged against the floor, and you kept your movements fluid but precise. Your mind was completely blank. It got the part Hyunjin was most nervous about, his hands on your waist, as he held tightly onto you, like you would slip through his fingers, and then he tipped and lifted you up. Your feet were pointed, and you looked like you were levitating. Your gaze was hot on Hyunjin, as his was on yours. Without thinking, you pressed your lips against his for a brief moment, less than a count, and continued on with the dance.

 When it finished, Hyunjin pulled you close and the both of you listened to the screams of approval and excitement. 

 Hyunjin was looking at you, though, with his eyes sparkling like stars were embedded into his eyes, and he was looking at you like you were his entire universe. 

[kpopmalereader]

cute ; bang chan

• summary: you're much smaller than chan and love wearing his clothes, though they look huge on you, and whenever he's stressed or overworking, you try to cheer him up as best as you can, the rest of skz basically adopt you and treat you like a younger brother, babying and spoiling you about as much as chan does • pairing: bang chan x male!reader • word count: 1634 • to do

“Chan?” You open the shared room’s door slowly, rapping your knuckles on the door frame gently.

He doesn’t look up and you can’t tell if it’s because of his concentration on his newest project or the headphones over his ears. He doesn’t notice the change in the room until you’re sitting next to him.

“Hey, why… why are you here?” He moves one side of his headphones and turns towards you. “Hey.”

“The boys called me; said you’ve been locked in here since the morning.” You pull the headphones off of him and drag his chair away from the desk. “I thought that since today was your day off you could take a break instead of working here. I guess you just wanted a change of scene?”

He looks over at the screen and pulls at his hair. “I genuinely thought I was going to get a break when I told you that.”

“I know.” You hold your hand out for him to stand up and hop on his bed, still holding his hand.

He crawls on the bed with you, laying his head on your lap. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

He tries to look up at you, but his eyes start to close as you run your fingers through his hair. “Not getting any rest, not taking a break, all of that.”

You shrug your shoulders and kiss his forehead. “You don’t need to apologize, I know how obsessed… not obsessed, focused. I know how focused you get on your projects and how hard it can be to let them sit, but I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to make sure you take care of yourself.”

He smiles softly and leans his chin up for a kiss. You pinch his nose and kiss him gently.

“You can go back to it in a little bit.”

He shakes his head slowly. “It’s my day off, I’m going to take a break with my friends and my cute little boyf- you’re wearing my sweatshirt!”

He cuts himself off and leans up on one of his elbows, looking you up and down. You nod twice and strike a cute pose, poking your lips out with a wink. You do ‘finger guns’ and make a clicking sound as you pretend to shoot his heart out.

“Adorable,” His smile turns fond and he sits up, examining you. “You look cute, babe. Though it looks like a dress on you, not a bad look, you could pull it off.”

“I would look baller in a dress.” You blink and furrow your eyebrows. “Baller? Why did I say that? That was nerdy and not the word I was going for, I’m sorry.”

Chan laughs loudly and squeezes one of your cheeks between his fingers. “You’re the cutest person I have ever met and will ever meet, I hope you realize this.”

“You tell me that almost every day. At least twice a week.”

“I don’t tell you every day?” Chan gasps and looks disappointed in himself for a while before speaking again. “I can’t believe myself; I don’t even tell my boyfriend he’s the cutest person in the universe every day. What kind of boyfriend am I? What kind of person am I?”

“A dramatic one.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss you lightly. “Don’t call me out.”

You both stay quiet for a while, reveling in small kisses and nice silence until you hold your arms open.

“I want a hug.”

“What kind of hug?”

“Like we haven’t seen each other for days and you don’t want to let me go.”

He smiles and tackles you, holding you as tight as possible. He rolls onto his back and holds your face, gently pecking your nose a few times. You smile and scrunch your face up as he kisses the rest of your face, darting between different areas.

“The boys wanted to get some food.” You mention after a few minutes, cuddling into his chest. “They said they would pay if I managed to get you out of your room.”

“Pay for both of us or just for you?”

You shrug and smile innocently. “Either way it’s less money for you to spend.”

“Good point.” Chan sits up, holding your hips lightly.

You wrap your legs around his waist subconsciously, puckering your lips out. He kisses you a few times and scoots off the bed, holding you for a moment before you huff, and he sets you down.

You kiss his cheek and look down. “Does this look decent? As a person not as a boyfriend.”

“It’s not possible for me to be a third-party on this.”

“Come on, really, do I look okay?”

“Yes, you look perfect.” He kisses your forehead softly. “You’re always the most beautiful person in the room.”

He changes his clothes and grabs a hat, pushing it on your head. He examines you and nods. You hold his hand loosely and walk out of the room, gesturing to him like a prize when the other boys look up.

“That took longer than I expected you to.” Minho stands up and turns the television off, clearly ready to leave.

“I got a bit distracted.” You smile brightly and tilt your head in apology. “Sorry.”

“We’ll let this one go because you’re cute and you got him out, but we’re hungry so you’re still on thin ice.” Felix points at you as a warning but still bumps his shoulder into yours as he passes towards the front door. “You two ready?”

Jisung leans over the back of the couch. “They better be, we’ve been waiting for an hour.”

“It’s been like ten minutes since he walked in, your stomach has not started eating at your liver yet, you’re okay.”

You pat his back and drag Chan out of the building, letting him move you to the side of the sidewalk closer to the building. You walk along with him, knowing you don’t really have to pay attention to your surroundings and can spend the majority of your brain power on talking to everyone and pointing out the different buildings. Chan slips his hand in your pocket as he walks, effectively keeping you from walking off the sidewalk in your distracted state. Despite that keeping you grounded, Woojin’s arm flings out like a seatbelt any time he thinks you’re going to take the leap into the road.

“You make me worried sometimes.” Seungmin shakes his head and ruffles your hair.

“I know you guys are always hyperactive about what I’m doing, so I just let it happen and don’t pay attention.” You raise an eyebrow at him and hold your leg over the road. “Does this make you worried? How about this?”

You jump off of the sidewalk and back on, laughing loudly when Changbin and Hyunjin grab at you because they weren’t paying attention. Hyunjin holds his heart and shakes his head, going back to their conversation.

“Okay, okay.” Chan moves you in front of him and wraps his arm around your waist, slightly pushing you down to keep you in place. “That’s enough.”

You pretend to try and scoot out of Chan’s grip, trying to take your- his, sweatshirt off to wiggle loose. He rolls his eyes and wraps his other arm around your chest, patting your shoulder.

“Down, boy. Calm.”

Woojin pats the top of your head and shakes his head. “You’re very excited today.”

You giggle and rock up on your toes. “Sorry.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, I don’t think we would let anyone else act like this.” Jeongin mentions, walking in front of you.

“Thanks, Innie.” You lean into Chan as you walk, going back to not paying attention to really anything at all.

You continue to walk, being guided for the most part, until you bump into a pole. You huff and turn to Chan, looking offended that he would let it happen. He holds his arms up in a confused half-shrug and glances at the pole like it was all its fault.  You glare at him and the pole, deciding it had nothing to do with you. Changbin shakes his head in disapproval at Chan and leans down in front of you, letting you jump on his back.

As soon as he gets you situated, you forget about what happened previously and gasp loudly. “Jeongin! Get on Chan’s back so we can race!”

Jeongin clambers on to Chan’s back and Changbin starts moving through the crowd before Chan has a chance to take everything in. By sheer luck, because of the head-start and the crowd being a bit quicker getting out of your way than they were for the other team, you and Changbin beat everyone else to the meeting place. He continues to carry you around, listening to your ranting about the different buildings and colors around you.

“We beat you guys by like three minutes,” Changbin says, checking his fake watch. “Terrible race, no competition whatsoever.”

“You left before us and Chan almost dropped me.” Jeongin protests.

Chan brushes his hair back and shakes his head. “I was jumped on all of a sudden, excuse me for being a bit shocked.”

You smile and lean into Changbin’s side. “He’s just upset because he lost so badly.”

Chan rolls his eyes as Changbin pokes your nose. “I’ll pay for you to get a milkshake because of the wonderful race we just won. Chan, can I have five bucks?”

“Ha. Ha. You’re very funny.” Chan opens the door for you when everyone else joins your little group.

You hop in with Felix and drop in the seat pulled out for you by Hyunjin, animatedly talking to Jisung as soon as you see him. Chan smiles at you and his friends, kissing the top of your head.

“What are you thinking about getting?”

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Crystals and Stars: Vandybella

Although Vandybella only has a few fics here, we (rossyele and reifromrfa) feel like we’ve been writing about these two forever! Their story has been with us for more than a year now, and we are excited to share more stories with you guys --not just fanfics but also original stories about life, friendship and love.

Rei: Rossy is the Izabella to my Vanderwood and it’s so much fun to collaborate with her. The two of us are dancing to the same tune and I feel that when we write together, we’re able to tell awesome stories and I hope we get to share them with everyone soon!

We’ve been meaning to write this story for a while now and at last, here it is! The sweet Christmas that Vandybella deserves after all the things they’ve been through together! Thank you for all your support guys <3 

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Crystals and Stars: A Vandybella Christmas fic

Vanderwood tosses another log into the fire before he resumes his pacing. Soft, holiday music plays in the background and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts in the air.

So far so good.

So why the fuck does he feel so fucking nervous?

He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and sighs. To be honest, this is the first time he’s spending Christmas outside of a bar, without a beer in his hand. Or in some god-forsaken place, trying not to get killed.

This is the first Christmas he’s spending with someone he loves...his fiancé, Izabella. And he doesn’t know what to do to make this day special for her.

In the kitchen, Izabella munches on a piece of cookie. She smiles satisfied, very well aware Vanderwood is not fond of sweets -- she confectioned a recipe hoping it will please his taste.

Izabella places a cookie on a napkin and goes to the living room. Here comes the real test… Although knowing him he’ll say he loves it.

She stops her tracks by the door, Vanderwood is facing the fireplace. How can a man be so handsome wearing a sweater like that one? Not going to lie, the holidays always make her heart feel heavy… it’s the season to be spent with loved ones but… no more sadness, none of that, life has been kind enough to bring this man into her life.

Quietly she sneaks behind him but her attempt fails thanks to Vanderwood’s trained ears. He turns just as Izabella throws her arms around him. A smile appears on his face, his worries momentarily disappearing as his girl’s face turns red.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Vanderwood asks, pulling her closer to him.

Izabella frowns. “Whatever I was trying to do you make it difficult to accomplish.”

Vanderwood laughs. “Wasn’t this what you were tryin’ to do?” He grabs her chin gently and lifts her gaze to his. “I’d say mission accomplished, soldier.”

Grinning at his compliment she tiptoes and pecks his lips. “I try my best but I can’t beat you, I surrender.”

His smile turns into a smirk. “Oh? You surrender?” His hands trail down from her lower back and in a flash, he bends his knees and grabs the back of her thighs, lifting her legs around him.

“Baby!!” She laughs when he lifts her up. Remembering her initial ‘mission’ Izabella brings the cookie close to his face, “you have to taste this ahhhhh,” she opens her mouth instructing him to part his lips.

Vanderwood eyes the cookie before he moves past it and takes her lips in his, taking advantage of her open mouth to twirl his tongue with hers. Izabella’s eyelids close and her free hand goes to the back of his neck enjoying the sweet muscle sliding inside her mouth.

When he pulls away, he’s grinning. “Had to taste something sweeter than the cookie first.” Then, he finally takes a bite of the cookie, allowing the taste to sink into his palate. Surprisingly, it isn’t too sweet --hell, it tastes a little like coffee, his baby’s coffee. “Baby, what’s in this? It’s delicious.” 

Izabella mocks a glare. “Really? You like it? Well, it’s a secret, a family secret… our secret.” She brings his face close to hers and touches his nose with hers. Closing her eyes Izabella lets her reality sink in -- Vanderwood is hers, he is her family and she is his.

Vanderwood keeps his eyes open as he swallows, rubbing his nose against hers. “I love it and I love you, Izabella Mun. Ha...our secret. I like that.” He walks to the couch and takes a seat, adjusting their positions so Izabella is sitting on his lap.

“I love you, so much.” She smiles and bites on the cookie, she chews and gives him more until it’s gone. Her arms rest on his shoulders, “thank you for bringing me here, it’s beautiful.” Izabella looks around the cabin noticing the new hung decorations, “and you did a great job setting the mood.”

Vanderwood feels his face getting warm and he looks away, averting his gaze. “Yeah? Ha...I’m glad you like ‘em, baby. The lady at the store said those are popular for Christmas…”

What the fuck? Get a grip, you idiot!

The nerves creep in once more, but a part of him is relieved he got the right decorations at the store. It was either the snowflakes or reindeers with Santa at the end...and to be honest, that fucking fat man in the red suit with the “jolly grin” made him narrow his eyes suspiciously the more he stared at it. So instead, snowflakes are hung all around the living room, each one glittering whenever they catch the light.

The snowflakes mimic the stars and the dedication he put into it makes her chest feel warm. And to be honest, witnessing his awkwardly cute statements makes her fall harder for him. “You always manage to make everything perfect… what’s your superpower?”

Vanderwood chuckles. “Superpower? I don’t have any, baby. I just love you, that’s all.” He brushes her cheek with his fingers. “I want to make this Christmas perfect for you.”

She leans into his touch and places her hand on top of his. “Everything is so pretty and I love it, I really do but…”

“But?” His heart grips. Uh oh. Did he forget something?

“It’s you, I only need you. If you’re with me everything is perfect.”

His heart feels fuller than it’s ever been and Vanderwood pulls her face closer to him, so he could brush his lips on hers. “You make everything perfect, baby. And you know it’s you, it’s only you that I need.” 

It’s true. Before he met her, he didn’t even dare to dream of seeing the next day, let alone another week, another month...a lifetime. But with the agency out of his life and Izabella filling his days with love and laughter, he can’t help but dream to be happy. 

“Thank you, baby...thank you for coming into my life.”

Izabella shakes her head lightly. “You don’t have to thank me for that. We found each other…” She stares into those beautiful brown eyes. “Our paths crossed and I’m so grateful we saw each other, even if we weren’t looking or knew we were lost, we were found.”

Vanderwood chuckles. “I’m so fucking happy you were catering that night. I’m glad I made the decision to make out with the hot baker in the kitchens.” Vanderwood leaves another kiss on her lips. “Best decision I made in my life.”

She laughs, throwing her head back. “I’m glad too… even more grateful you’re a good kisser.” Her arms go around his neck and she rests her head on the crook of his neck.

His body relaxes as she curls closer to him. What the hell was he so nervous about? As long as they’re together, everything would be fucking perfect...just like this moment. Sitting in front of the fireplace with the most gorgeous girl in his arms. Her soft breath on his neck, her hair tickling him. Vanderwood holds the love of his life and kisses the top of her head, wondering when the perfect moment would be to give her the carefully wrapped gift tucked away in his bag.

As soon as his thoughts drift to that, the nerves settle into his body once more.

Izabella closes her eyes, relaxing completely, her fingers brushing his back. It’s so easy to let all her walls down when it comes to this man, the man she loves. For the first time since her parents left she’s ready to let someone take care of her, she wants to be protected, guarded inside his strong arms.

His embrace is warm and she can feel his heartbeat, by now synchronized with hers. She never knew she could love the way she does. He’s taken away the fears and replaced them with joy, with dreams and hope.

A sweet scent tickles her nose and Izabella sits up. “The cake must be ready.” She stands up but before running to the kitchen she kisses his cheek. “Let me take it out and then we open gifts, okay?”

She carefully takes the steamy sponge cake from the oven and places it on the racks. Looking over her shoulder she makes sure he’s not followed her to the kitchen. Izabella shuffles the contents in her bag trying to find the small wooden box where she holds the gift she plans to give to her boyf… fiance, god, she will marry the love of her life. Her heart flutters and she smiles to herself.

Vanderwood watches her run into the kitchen and then he stands and starts pacing again.

Fuck.

Maybe he should have bought her something expensive or flashy...fuck. Vanderwood runs a hand through his face before he heads for the stairs leading to the second landing, where he left his bag. He enters the master bedroom and sees his bag on the floor next to hers.

Should I even…? It’s fucking ridiculous. 

Arguments as to why he should have bought something girls would like fly through his head as he reaches deep inside his bag, at the gift lying in the bottom of the heap of clothes. Taking it out, he holds the gift in his hands and stares at it for a minute longer. He scratches his head before muttering a curse and heading back downstairs.

When she makes it back to the living room he’s not there but she can hear the footsteps on the second floor. She places a tray with two cups of hot coffee and cookies next to the window. 

Vanderwood strides to the living room and sees his fiancé, staring out the windows at the falling snow. He can’t help but stand still, admiring her beauty, memorizing her features. He wishes he was a good photographer but damn, he isn’t. So he settles instead for committing this moment to his memory.

Izabella notices her love and turns to him, a big grin on her lips. “I missed you.” She extends her hand towards him. He places the hand with the gift behind his back before she could see it and takes her outstretched hand with his other.

“I missed you, gorgeous,” he replies. He eyes the steaming mugs of coffee and cookies and grins. “Baby, are we gonna eat first?”

“Nope.” She pinches his nose. “But I’ll go first, baby.” Reaching inside her pocket she takes out a small wooden box and hands it to him. Vanderwood carefully folds his gift for her and places it in his back pocket, still debating whether he should give it to her or not. Then, he takes the box from her hands.

“Baby, you know you didn’t have to,” he tells her, but he can’t stop the smile that’s forming on his face. Slowly, he lifts the lid of the box and when he sees what’s inside, he gasps unconsciously. He lifts the pendant hanging from a leather string, small crystal pieces are arranged inside a clear cube.

“It’s, well… Do you remember the display in the cafe, the broken cups?”

Vanderwood nods, his eyes finding hers.

“You know they belonged to my parents. I collected some pieces and had this made for you because, baby, I know they’d love you and I’m sure now they watch over you too. They know I love you and how much you love me. I want them to be with you too, even if they’re gone they’re my family. I want to be your family and I want you to be mine.” She looks at him expectantly.

Vanderwood feels his throat closing up and he turns his gaze to the beautiful necklace instead. Broken pieces of her parents’ cups...he can’t even begin to explain how much this means to him. His fingers brush against the pendant, wondering what kind of people her parents were, knowing they must have been good people --warm people, like their wonderful daughter.

A family...fuck. He hasn’t had that, ever. But here she is, the one he loves, asking him to be part of hers. The emotions inside him are making him feel too warm.

“Baby…” he says, studying each shattered piece in the necklace. “You’re already my family. But...Ha…” He clears his throat to keep his voice from cracking with emotion.  “Are you sure? This is for me?” Would her parents really approve of him? Vanderwood would like to think so. Because no one can love her as much as he does...hell, he didn’t even know he’s capable of a love like this one. But he does, he loves her...and Vanderwood hopes that despite his past, her parents would see his love and give them their blessing from the heavens.

“Of course I’m sure. I want you to know you’ll never be alone, not for as long as I live. There’s no other person I would share a piece of me with, this… them.” She steps closer and holds his hand noticing how it’s shaking. Vanderwood grasps her hands in his and lifts them to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Bella, I don’t know what to say.” He has to clear his throat again, his heart feels like it’s overflowing and he pulls his girl into his arms, holding her tight.

“Thank you, baby, thank you,” he whispers into her ear.

She feels warm all over, happy from his reaction, relieved he liked it. “I love you, I will forever love you.”

“I love you, Izabella.” Vanderwood grins and excitedly puts the band around his neck. He likes how it feels against his skin, the pendant feels heavy but it’s not unpleasant; the weight of it reminds him that he’s part of a family, their family.

“It’s perfect.” She touches the pendant. “Perfect for you.” Izabella smiles satisfied.

He touches her face. “You’re perfect for me, baby.” He can’t stop smiling. Hell, he even forgot about the gift sitting in his back pocket. But when he steps closer to her, the gift shifts in his pocket and Vanderwood freezes.

Goddammit, I should have bought her that new coffee-maker instead.

Izabella notices him tensing up and raises an eyebrow. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Uh…” Vanderwood doesn’t know what to do. That’s the only gift he brought for her, but now it seems fucking ridiculous. But it’d be worse...to not give her a gift for Christmas. Isn’t that what couples do in the dramas? ;;;

“Baby…”

Hesitantly, he reaches for the gift and hands it to her, keeping his eyes averted. “I...uh, I got you somethin’ too, baby.”

She gasps at the sight of the gift and can’t stop the giggle escaping her lips. “You’re adorable.” Izabella unwraps the gift and gasps once more. “These are so cute!” The pink mittens with strawberry pattern are the perfect size. She sticks her hands in them but when she does she feels something inside the left mitten. She pulls out a tiny box from it and stares at him.

Vanderwood’s heart drums hard against his chest. “I found those mittens and thought...they’d be perfect for when you bake.” Vanderwood lets out a nervous chuckle as he eyes the box. “But that...If you don’t like it, baby, you don’t have to wear it.”

“I stand corrected, you’re so adorable.” Izabella opens the box and smiles at the silver star inside. “Baby, this is so pretty, why wouldn’t I want to wear it? You were thinking of me… I love it.”

Vanderwood shuffles his feet, his cheeks warm. “Because...ha...fuck.” He rubs the back of his neck again. Somehow he feels the need to keep moving...Jesus, this is new to him, being this fucking awkward and nervous. “Because that’s...I didn’t buy that from a store, baby.”

“Did you steal it?” Izabella teases him, she takes the necklace from the box and lifts it up, the pendant catching the light.

Vanderwood laughs. “Steal it...yeah...ha...I wish I stole it, baby. But no...that...that’s…”

Why is this so goddamn hard? 

Taking a deep breath, Vanderwood finally reveals what’s been on his mind all evening. “That pendant didn’t use to be a star...it used to be a bullet. One that got me during a mission.”

Her gaze moves from the pendant to him, her heart drumming in her chest. “This hurt you..?”

Vanderwood looks at her and nods. “Yeah...it did. But it didn’t kill me, baby. I thought it would, but it didn’t. And when they pulled the bullet from my chest, they said I should keep it. Proof that I’m a tough bastard.” He laughs at the memory then scratches his cheek. “But I don’t wanna be reminded of those days anymore...I wanna look forward to my future with you. I had that made into a star because...baby, you’re my star, my lighthouse. The one who brings me home and who shines bright even in the darkest of times. You’re the one I wanna live for...the one I wanna share a life with. What was supposed to kill me is now a reminder of my reason to continue living. And well...it’s a necklace coz I wanted it with you, baby. That a part of me, that bullet, is always with you. And that our love will always be stronger than even life or death.”

Izabella doesn’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks, all her attention is focused on him. He’s truly amazing and she hopes she will be able to show him just how wonderful and strong he is. She holds the pendant close to her chest while her other hand pulls him closer to her. “I will take you up on that… stay with me. Always. Because I love you. Because I’ll stay with you, I give you all that I am, today and the future. Our future, baby. Let’s live it together, let’s live for each other and because of each other. I love you.”

Relief fills his body and he wipes her tears with his hand. “Of course, Izabella. I ain’t going anywhere. I love you and I’ll stay with you forever, as long as you want me to. I want to live every day with you, just like you said.” He smiles at her. “Didn’t know that’s what I would want...but ever since we met, my heart’s been telling me it’s you. It’s you, the one I’m meant to be with.” Then he furrows his brows. “But really..? You like it? Even...knowing it was a bullet?”

“Forever… I want to stay with you way longer than forever, baby.” She hands him the necklace and turns around lifting her hair. When he’s done helping her put the necklace she faces him. “I love it, this is proof that you fought to stay alive, that you won… we met and now we will spend forever together. Thank you for choosing me, I must have done something right in my past life to deserve you now.” She smiles at him.

“Oh, baby, maybe it’s the both us who did something right. Maybe this is our reward.” A grin breaks across his face and Vanderwood presses her body against his before kissing her passionately. He couldn’t be happier. Every fucking Christmas used to be just a normal day for him but now, he has someone to celebrate holidays with. And he plans to celebrate every holiday with her --Christmas, New Year’s, Valentine’s, hell, even St. Patrick’s Day. He’s not one to throw a goddamn party for every little thing but…

He lifts Izabella in his arms again and moves to the stairs.

Now I have someone I want to celebrate life with.

He pulls back, still grinning, a little out of breath before he says, “By the way, Bella...Merry Christmas. I love you, baby.”

~

Thank you for reading :)

Art by @lovethedanielhd​

We hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and Happy Holidays!! 

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Heartbreak Monday (Part I)

Word count: 1.3k

College AU

The smell of freshly baked croissants poured out the kitchen door, making it hard for Mark and co. to concentrate on the assignment at hand. It was Monday morning and the other very plausible explanation was that the overindulges from the weekend hadn’t cleared up from their systems yet, but Mark chose to believe Doyoung, Donghyuck and Jaehyun were only having a bad case of the Monday Morning Blues.

“I can’t deal with this anymore, I’m hungry!” Doyoung complained, letting the book he was holding fall back on the table, causing Jaehyun to wince as though he were in pain and massage his temples.

“How about a break?” Mark questioned, his signature gentle smile spreading over his face.

“Please.” Doyoung said eagerly while Jaehyun only nodded indifferently. “I really need one and this one needs something that wakes him up” He said pointing at his right with the thumb.

Donghyuck had already started his break a while ago. Head resting on his folded arms, back hunched as low as possible, he had been sleeping for a solid 15 minutes while his friends worked on what was supposed to be HIS assignment.

“Alright” Mark agreed easily, but Doyoung ignored him, too focused frowning down at Donghyuck’s notes, that included the doodle of something oddly similar to a heart accompanied by the words DY&Adela.

Huffing, Doyoung gave the young guy a hard elbow and grunted something that sounded a lot like “Get up, you fool”, but that Mark settled for thinking it was “get up, there’s food”.

Startled, and glaring at him, Donghyuck rubbed the spot where the older guy hit him, but he didn’t dare to add a word once their eyes met. After all, the fact his frat bros were there was his fault. Not to mention that convincing them to help him had cost him more than he was willing to admit, well, mainly Doyoung and Jaehyun… Mark, poor Mark was just easy to guilt trap.

“What, are you guys leaving already?” Donghyuck’s eyebrows went up after registering the way Mark had started bookmarking pages and piling the books in a corner of the table. “Hey, Yang! you said Tara was going out with her friends.” The guy reminded him judgmentally while still feeling betrayed by who was supposed to be one of his best friends. It wouldn’t have been the first time Mark left him to suffer on his own while he spent time with his girlfriend, but he couldn’t stop himself from pouting a bit.

“We’re just taking a break for croissants and another round of coffee” Doyoung sent an eye-roll, closed the book he had been reading —or pretending to— and went to stand  behind a few people waiting to place their order.

“I don’t think I’m ready for croissants yet” Donghyuck whined in the typically childish voice he used to manipulate his older brothers and never failed to get him out of trouble.  

“After all you drank last nigh, I’m pretty sure it’s too soon to try solid food” Jaehyun mocked, standing up and moving to join Doyoung.

“Get me a coffee?” Donghyuck blinked cutely at Mark, scooting closer and placing a hand on his chin, eyelashes batting coyly.

“All you’ll get is a beating if you don’t stop being gross” Mark snarled, his smile never fading from his lips even though his hand had already balled into a fist and he was threatening his friend with it.

Conveniently enough the ringing of the tiny bell heralding the arrival of new customers distracted Mark, making him look over his shoulder just in time to see Tara walk in, followed by Arabella, her high school friend and a business major Donghyuck had a crush on.

“Tara! You came just in time to see your boyf-“ Donghyuck restrained himself from speaking further when his eyes met Arabella’s intense gaze. For some reason, she already seemed upset and as much as he normally enjoyed teasing Tara and Mark, Donghyuck came to the conclusion that this was not a particularly good moment to do so.

“Hey, what are you doing here, I thought you guys were going to-“ Instead of greeting him with a kiss, as Mark hoped Tara would, the girl only approached enough for her to throw a piece of paper into his face. Mark blinked confused, not really grasping what was happening until a heartbeat later when he picked the pink post-it from his lap and noticed Mindy’s handwriting —he knew it was hers because she was the only person he knew, who still put hearts instead of dots on the i’s.

“I hope you had spent a very good night with Mindy, Mark” Tara said without preamble, expression almost unreadable. Arabella, standing a few meters behind Tara only nodded vigorously, apparently approving of her friend’s words.

“What?” Mark asked, still dumbfounded by Tara’s unexpected arrival and even more unexpected words.

“Yes, Mark, I found the note your little whore friend slid in your book to thank you for the amazing night you two spent this weekend while I was home working on our assignment for Ms. Fletcher like the idiot I am” She said, speaking so fast, that for a moment Donghyuck thought he didn’t understand the actual problem until Tara threw a folder and a literature book onto the table “There you go, you can finish something for the first time in your life” She darted a frightening glance at Donghyuck —probably thinking he would make a joke about the finishing part— before taking a deep breath and going on. “We’re done.”

The next bit happened just as Donghyuck expected and in his humble opinion thought as quite inevitable. Tara turned her back on them and started to exit the room. She walked right past Sungjae who greeted her with a smile that faded the second she ignored him and reached for the door escorted by Arabella.  

“Tara, please-“ Mark faltered in a rather deceptive attempt to stop her.

“Not now, Yang” Arabella spoke for the first time, eyes looking at him sternly as she held her hand up to stop him from getting closer “You’ve done enough for the day” she added, her tone equal parts condescending and threatening.

On any normal day, Donghyuck found Arabella Black quite scary, beautiful with her long locks of blonde hair framing her pretty face, but scary nevertheless. There was something about the way she stared at people that always seemed to keep everybody around her at bay —something he loved about her—, but this time the girl seemed genuinely ready to mete out justice and cause Mark severe injury.

On any normal day, Donghyuk would’ve also been the first person to jump in the let’s-ruin-Mark’s-life-for-fun bandwagon, but even Lee Donghyuck with his utter lack of tact realized that his friend looked appalled enough. He thought to himself that maybe Arabella could’ve turned the hostility down a notch. After all, whatever was going on was supposed to involve Mark and Tara only —and probably Mindy, if he’d understood correctly—. But then again, supporting your friends through thick and thin was an unspoken rule of friendship.

Mark really looked like he needed that support when Tara and Arabella walked out of the café and squeezed in the back of Enzo’s Porshe with the rest of their friends, so Donghyuck jumped from his seat and wrapped an arm around his friend’s shoulders.

“I told you to stop being gross” Mark muttered, his eyes itching strangely.

“I know you don’t really mean that” Donghyuck shrugged, his hand patting the side of Mark’s arm.

Mark remained silent, not daring to move as though he were expecting to snap back to a reality where Tara and he were still meeting up for lunch and breathing didn’t make his chest ache so unbearably.

...

[pixelburied]

Take A Chance On Me (Part 3)

A/N: At this rate, this series will be done in a week. Just like Colt and Tala’s bet! askjdflasd also, if anyone’s interested, listen to Would I by Maggie Lindemann.

Summary: After surviving her first heist, things between Colt and Tala feel almost comfortable but Tala begins to doubt Colt’s intentions.

Son of a bi-

The truck slammed Tala’s car against the concrete barricade and she banged her head against the door. Bright white flooded her eyes for a moment until her vision crept back blur by blur. Her ears were buzzing but she kept her foot on the gas pedal.

“Tala, you can do this! Now or never.”

Logan’s voice crackled through the ear piece, but Tala wasn’t listening anymore. All she could think about was her father. She thought about how much losing her would devastate him, how lonely he’d be all by himself. Bile built up at the back of her throat and her grip on the steering wheel tightened.

She had to make it out alive, for his sake.

After one last push, Tala’s car managed to squeeze through and she let out a celebratory hoot.

“I’m out!”

The rest of the crew followed her and they zoomed off into the night.

---

Logan beelined towards her as soon as they got back to the garage.

“Hey, Tala.”

“Oh, so we’re talking again?” Tala snapped. He had been ignoring her the past few days, just when she thought they were actually becoming friends.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk to you lately.”

“Understatement. But go on.” She crossed her arms and raised her chin to meet his gaze.

“I didn’t want to get you involved in all of… this.” Logan gestured vaguely around the garage. “But I guess when you put your mind to something, there’s no stopping you. I should have let you make your own decisions.”

Tala uncrossed her arms and smiled. “Good to know you’ve figured that out. Took a while.”

“You’re a force of nature, Tala.” Logan shook his head and laughed. 

Tala’s shoulders relaxed. She was eager to put all that useless angst behind them.

Logan reached for her hand but was interrupted by Kaneko’s voice from across the room. “Logan. My office.”

He gave her an apologetic look before following his boss to the back room.

“Teacher’s pet.” Colt scoffed from behind her and she jumped at the sound of his voice.

“So, is your little boyfriend proud of you or what?” There was an edge to his tone, one that wasn’t part of their usual banter.

Tala groaned and prepared to give Colt an earful. “How many times do I have to tell you he’s not my boyf-“ But she stopped upon seeing his serious expression.

“Are you okay, Colt?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing.” He shrugged and looked away for a second. “You did good tonight, Tala.”

He patted her on the head and Tala winced and recoiled from his touch.

Colt’s eyes widened in realization. “You’re hurt!”

“Shh.” Tala leapt forward and put a hand over his mouth.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her hand away before checking her head. He swept her hair back and found a small cut above her ear.

“Come on. We gotta ice your head and clean that wound.” He looked back down at Tala who was blushing furiously before he realized that he was still holding her hand.

Colt dropped it and cleared his throat.

“I’ll be fine. I don’t want anyone to worry.” Tala whispered as she glanced around the room.

“I’m worried.” Colt frowned.

“You’re what?”

“Come on. My room’s upstairs if you don’t want anyone to see.”

Tala’s eyes widened. “Look, if this is your way of getting me to your room, I-“

He laughed as she scrunched up her face and tried to look furious.

“I have a first aid kit and we’ll keep the door open, okay?”

Tala bit the inside of her cheek as she considered his offer. She was trying to convince herself that she was only saying yes out of morbid curiosity. Surely even a guy like Colt had a few embarrassing secrets lying around.

It could be fun to snoop around, she reasoned.

“Fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”

Colt led her away but not before she caught Logan’s eyes as he stepped out of Kaneko’s office.

---

Colt’s room was surprisingly clean, but she figured it was because he spent most of his time in a college dorm on campus.

His room there is probably a dump.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Colt set down the first aid kit and motioned for her to take a seat.

She gingerly sat at the edge of his bed, took the ice compress he offered her and placed it on her head to calm down the bruise.

“I thought you were an R&B guy.” She pointed at the indie rock poster hanging on the wall.

Colt didn’t look up as he pulled out some cotton swabs and disinfectant.

“I have layers.”

“Like an onion.”

Colt groaned before giving in to laughter. “I should kick you out of my room for that joke.”

Colt shook his head, still laughing a little, and started tending to her wound.

His touch was soft and restrained - a contrast to the wild beating of Tala’s heart. He was so close she could smell faint traces of cologne.

How can he still smell so good after a night like this?

Tala fought the urge to breathe him in and focused on a shelf across the room. She could make out a few titles from where she sat – some of which she had read a few times.

She didn’t want to admit it but being here with Colt felt… nice.

“You did good tonight, Tala.” Colt broke the silence as he began to pack up the kit.

“You already said that.”

“Well, it’s true.” He took a seat beside her, placing his palms flat on either side of his body and leaning back. If Tala moved just right, she could brush up against his arm and she hated herself for being tempted to do so.

“I know this life isn’t what you’re used to but you really came through tonight. For us, and for my dad.”

She swore she could hear a crack in his voice.

He turned to her with a surprisingly gentle smile and Tala had to shake herself out of her daze.

“A genuine compliment from Colt Kaneko? Don’t tell me you’re the one falling for me.”

“Getting cocky, aren’t you, Tala?” He smirked.

“I learned from the best.” She nudged his shoulder with hers, surprising herself with how easy it all felt.

Colt huffed and looked away but he was still smiling.

Sunlight began to seep through the blinds and Tala knew she needed to head home soon. But something inside her wanted to stay.

“Hey, Colt.”

“Hm?”

Their eyes locked and Tala was once again aware of how close they were.

“You haven’t- you haven’t told me what you wanted. If, by some miracle, you won our bet.” She tried to sound confident but she could feel a lump in her throat as she spoke. She gripped the sheets to keep her hands from shaking.

“What I want?” Colt’s eyes studied her face, wandering down to her lips before snapping back up to meet her gaze. “It’s probably something I can’t have.”

“You won’t know if you don’t ask.” In a rare surge of confidence, Tala leaned in, closing the gap between them.

She could feel him shift his body to match hers but after a beat, he leapt up from the bed and away from her.

A stone dropped in Tala’s stomach and her face burned red from both embarrassment and frustration.

Colt kept his gaze down as he picked up the first aid kit.

“It’s almost morning. We should probably get you home.”

Tala knit her brows together, confused by Colt’s suddenly cold demeanor. She was getting tired of the push and pull between them.

“You should probably head back down before Logan gets the wrong idea.” He turned towards the door.

Tala’s brain whirled until it clicked. Suddenly, she was angrier than she’d ever been.

“Is that why you asked me up here? To show Logan up?” She sprung from the bed, trying to keep her voice steady, but her fury bled through her words.

“What? No!” Colt’s face scrunched up and he reached out to place a hand on her shoulder which she evaded. He looked almost wounded.

Oh, so he’s a great actor too. Tala seethed.

“I’m just some pawn in this little game, aren’t I?” She said in a hoarse whisper.

Tala didn’t want to believe that Colt was only being nice to her because of a stupid rivalry. But she also realized that she barely knew this guy. How could she be sure he wasn’t toying with her?

Colt took a deep breath, face a mix of confusion and worry. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if he were thinking and rethinking his words.

“Tala, that’s not-“

“Hey.” They jumped apart as they realized Ximena was standing by the door.

She looked at Colt, then at Tala, opening her mouth as if to say something but deciding against it.

“Colt, your dad wants to talk to you.” She motioned her head towards the stairs.

“And you, sweetie.” She nodded at Tala with a smile. “You need to get home before your dad finds you gone.”

Tala tried to smile back but couldn’t. She gave Ximena a polite nod instead.

“Don’t worry. I… I was just leaving.”

She quickly gathered her things before brushing past Colt without a glance.

---

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[peterparkers7evilexes]

oOooo what about sam/bucky/peter (winterfalconspider ?? idk) can you imagine sam and bucky getting into a squabble over something dumb and it actually getting really heated.. so in order to blow off steam they fuck the living shit out of their smaller boyf

Anon I LOVE this prompt and I LOVE YOU. World needs so much more Falcon content in general, I had so much fun writing this :’)

Notes: Sam and Peter peer-pressure Bucky into group sex but he’s into it before they begin. Kinda cracky premise and Sam and Bucky are maybe idiots in love - 1.5k words

Sam and Bucky have been squabbling for nearly two weeks now. It’s driving the entire team off the walls - neither of them can even remember what they were originally fighting about. Steve swears it was something about who was on compost duty and Nat says Bucky keeps bringing up “fucking Cleveland”. The whole thing is stupid and it’s resulted in two coffee tables being destroyed, countless shouting matches, and Wanda’s resorted to throwing energy fields around each of them whenever they’re in the same room.

Personally, Peter has had it up to his eyeballs, so he decides to take matters into his own hands. He invites Sam and Bucky individually to meet him in the gym for a sparring session, and shit hits the fan pretty much from the start.

“What the hell?” Bucky shouts as soon as he sees Sam standing with Peter in the boxing ring.

“Man, get the hell out, we’re sparring!” Sam yells back.

“Shut up, we’re all sparring!” Peter shouts, already feeling the start of a headache pinching behind his eyes. “Everyone’s sick of your fighting so we’re gonna settle this like men.” He puts his hands on his hips and juts his chin out in the Captain America pose. “Whoever stands the longest against me in the ring wins.”

For the first time in two weeks, Bucky and Sam look at each other commiseratingly. “Kinda presumptuous of you, kid,” Sam says with a smug little grin.

Peter huffs. “I can throw a school bus over my head, I think I can take each of you on.”

“You can’t take both of us,” Bucky says, watching as Peter stretches his arms over his head, his tank top rising up his belly.

“Oh?” Peter bats his eyelashes. “Can’t I?”

To their credit, it only takes them five minutes into their two-on-one match for Sam to realize loudly, “Wait. Was this a trick to get us to work together again?”

Immediately, Bucky releases the prisoner hold he’s got on Peter and swears loudly. “Fuck! No wonder we’re losing, you keep missin’ your punches - if it was one-on-one, the punk would be knocked out by now!”

“He’s got spider-sense, genius!” Sam shouts back, and then they’re bickering again.

Peter wants to cry with frustration. He rubs at his temples, suddenly feeling a pang of deep empathy for Steve Rogers. They act like an old unhappy couple that hasn’t had sex in decades.

And another idea comes to him.

Inspired again, Peter claps his hands together and sighs dramatically. “Since I’m clearly superior to both of you in physical strength and combat skills,” he ignores both of their indignant glares, “we’ll use criteria where you two should have the advantage.”

“And what’s that?” Bucky asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Experience.” Peter smirks as he pushes his thumbs down the waistband of his shorts, gliding them slowly down his hips. “Whoever’s better should be able to provide the more satisfying experience, right?”

Bucky frowns. “That’s… an extremely arbitrary way of determining who’s better.”

“You’re only saying that because you haven’t fucked since the ‘30s,” Sam says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, I’m– I haven’t– the point I’m making is that this is a stupid metric!”

“Oh Barnes, don’t tell me you’re worried you’ll lose.”

“Yeah Bucky, scared you might get shown up by a college student?” Peter joins in on the taunting.

“It’s okay, I get it. Plenty of grown-ass adult men are really bad at sex. Like, pathetically bad lovers. A lot of guys out there who are just…. absolute dog-shit in bed. You ain’t alone, buddy.”

And surprisingly, peer pressuring an ex-super assassin into group sex actually works. So to Peter’s amazement, he finds himself slumped against the ropes of the ring, Sam sucking obscenely at his cock and Bucky eating him out like he’s the last supper.

“Ah, fuck– oh Sam,” he gasps, his fingers clawing at Sam’s thick biceps as the older man traces his long, gentle fingers up Peter’s chest, pinching and teasing his oversensitive nipples. He can feel Sam flattening his tongue and lapping at where he’s leaking precome, and Peter sobs as he gives a particularly hard suck. “Sam– oh my god–!”

Bucky seems to take that as a challenge and he thrusts his tongue hard into Peter, dragging another cry from him as he licks and sucks ruthlessly at his hole. Peter’s legs actually buckle at that, and he slumps forward, leaning into Sam as he nears his orgasm. “Ahh, I’m close, I’m close,” he warns, and Sam takes him down his throat all the way, nodding his head with slow, steady strokes, swallowing down everything Peter has to give him.

Peter clings desperately to the ropes as his orgasm crashes over him, feeling weak at the knees. Sam pulls off his cock and gathers Peter into his arms, cooing surprisingly sweet words of affection into his ear. “Look at you, you did so good Pete, such a sweet handsome boy for me, aren’t you?” Peter nods dazedly, letting Sam tilt his face up so he can kiss him, pushing his tongue into Peter’s mouth. He whimpers at the taste of himself and kisses Sam back hungrily, wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders and shuddering when he feels Sam’s hard cock press hot against his belly.

Feeling quite neglected, Bucky shoves Peter forward into a kneeling position and grabs at his hips roughly, tilting his ass up in the air. “My turn,” he growls, and Peter hears his pants unzipping behind him.

“Oh god,” he whines, feeling Bucky’s vibranium fingers digging bruises into his hip. Peter reaches forward blindly, curling his hands around the backs of Sam’s thighs and nuzzling his way up until he can fill his mouth with his cock. Sam lets out a low curse and cards his fingers through Peter’s hair.

Bucky is less gentle. He rubs the tip of his cock against Peter’s hole and that’s all the warning he gets before Bucky’s breaching the still-tight rim and sheathing himself inside of Peter. Peter’s eyes roll back in his head at the sweet burn of it though, and he tongues mindlessly at Sam’s cock, letting his jaw hang open so everytime Bucky thrusts forward, he fucks his mouth on Sam.

They establish a rhythm, Sam cupping Peter’s face, Bucky gripping his hips from behind and drilling into him - hard enough to make it count and slow enough that Peter’s eyes water each time Sam’s thick cockhead stretches the back of his throat open. Blinking through wet eyes, Peter tentatively reaches his right hand up, palming up Sam’s thigh, and he squeezes at Sam’s ass, spreading him just a bit.

“Yeah, go on baby,” Sam assures him in a low voice, and Peter hums as he presses his fingers slowly between Sam’s cheeks, circling his hole. “Fuck,” Sam grunts, and Peter strokes in just a bit, not daring to go deeper without lubrication.

As if reading their minds, Bucky tosses the lube over Peter’s bowed head and Sam pours some out, gently takes Peter’s hand in his and helps slick his fingers up before guiding him back to his hole. Peter hums his gratitude as he sinks a finger in, moaning when Bucky suddenly snaps his hips in quick and rough as he comes, spilling his hot release inside. While Bucky is still twitching in his ass, Sam juts his hips forward, gagging Peter on his cock as he comes down his throat.

Startled, Peter pulls off too soon and Sam spills the rest of his come over his face, streaking down his lips and chin in messy white ropes. He huffs out a breathless apology, collecting his come and pushing it between Peter’s lips. Peter closes his eyes, lapping and sucking up Sam’s seed, nipping at his thumb when he’s done.

“Jesus Christ,” Sam says in a winded voice, while Bucky just pulls out and smacks Peter’s ass hard.

“C’mon, I’m ready for more,” Bucky says, his reddened cock still hard against his thigh.

“Oh my god,” Peter whines, throwing his arm over his eyes. “Is this about the competition thing, Buck?”

“You challenged me, said I’m not good at sex, look who just fucked your twink brains out?” Bucky says, getting that gloating tone in his voice that means he’s going to hold this over Peter’s head forever.

Peter rolls over onto his back, quickly making his escape before Bucky can drag him back into the fray. “Why don’t you try fucking Sam next?” He says, shimmying back into his shorts.

Bucky and Sam exchange a look, appraising one another. “I’m game if you are,” Sam says, eyeing Bucky’s thick cock appreciatively.

As Peter gathers the rest of his clothes and hops out of the ring, he turns to see Sam seating himself slowly on Bucky’s cock, his arms draped over Bucky’s shoulders. Sam’s murmuring some sweet praise into Bucky’s ear as he bounces on his cock, and the two of them are gazing deep into each other’s eyes.

“Fucking idiots,” Peter grumbles to himself, and he slams the door shut behind him.

[yukippe]

you may blame aphrodite

5 times mina is a useless lesbian and 1 time the girl she likes is also a mess

the whole version can be found here  or here

+1. jirou

after almost two months of sharing a dorm mina thinks she and jirou have some sort of friendship. their nail polish night helped break the ice and now they go out to dog parks and jirou stops by the ice cream shop with music in exchange for free samples.

their friendship is why mina's never gonna say anything about her stupid crush. she's pretty sure that jirou and yaomomo are dating, so it's not like she even has a chance. bakugo thinks she's stupid but bakugo's bakugo. he's also the only person she's told because sero and kirishima are little shits. mina needs better brothers.

if she had better brothers she wouldn't be cuddling with jirou in her bed as they watch the cat returns. jirou's called her a furry twice even though she's the one who suggested the movie.

mina pulls the blankets up to her chin to see if she can annoy jirou enough to kick her out of bed so she doesn't end up all over her after falling asleep. This plan doesn't work as jirou tugs the blanket back and rests her head on mina's shoulder. her brain starts to scream 'girl! girl! girl!'.

neither girl moves for the rest of the movie and when mina goes to turn it off quiet snores fill the room. mina's torn between recording this and waking jirou up but in the end jirou decides for her as she tugs mina closer to her. she tries to stay awake for a while and inch away from jirou but it's late and she's tired and it doesn't take long for her to fall asleep in jirou's arms.

the next morning mina wakes up to jirou poking her side, redfaced. mina blinks, then she realizes she's using jirou's stomach for a pillow. fuck. it takes her another second to remember that sitting still doesn't equal being invisible and she sits up. jirou nods at her but doesn't move. is this the type of situation where they are supposed to get out of bed now?

mina rolls of the bed in a heap because she's not good with weird tension she doesn't understand. jirou leans over the bed to check on her and mina smiles up at her, she gets a laugh for that and then jirou throws a pillow at her, "get up, i'm not carrying you to class."

it takes them a little longer to actually get moving but eventually they get there. the weirdness between them goes away, which, thank fuck. mina needs a really close friend who doesn't let her blow up stuff. she's hanging off jirou as they walk into breakfast. sero winks at her from where he takes his daily blurry photo of mina being useless around the girl she likes. she swats at him until jirou shoves her onto the bench.

mina peers closely at jirou. she's as sleepy as she always is in the morning so mina puts food on her place and makes sure she doesn't choke or anything.

sero is spoon feeding iida, iida's trying not to blush but it's hard when your boyf is feeding you and a purple haired cat boy is sleeping on your lap. mina's starting to think shinsou and jirou are related because they're both purplish and always sleepy. sero sticks his tongue out at mina when he sees the face she's pulling and mina hmphs and turns back to jirou. jirou's napping on the table.

mina really needs to stop having movie marathons with jirou on school nights. especially since jirou insists on waking up at 7 am with her, most of their class is still sleeping or recovering from whatever game night was going on the night before.

kids eventually trickle in and jirou starts to wake up after bakugo blows up his breakfast on a dare. mina pats jirou's head as an glares at bakugo. she's probably really intimidating but mina's lesbian brain only registers 'hot girl.' it's fine though because mina's used to being reduced to a dumbass around jirou.

once jirou's awake she takes one look at mina's non uniform shoes and grabs her by the hand to drag her back to their dorm. "jirou, c'mon, i'm just going to change into my hero costume or our gym uniform anyways."

jirou turned around and hmed at her, "how do you think aizawas gonna react to you wearing denim flip flops and socks."

"but aizawa will probably be already sleeping," mina protested. the look she got made her reach for the nearest solid thing to hide behind. sero wriggles out of her grip and jumps into iida's arms.

jirou takes her hand back and mina goes with her, slightly less resistant. mina pulls out loafers under jirou's gaze and they walk to homeroom.

mina hooks their arms together and tilts her head towards jirou's to try and hear what she's listening to. jirou may be physically awake but she isn't talkative until homeroom's almost over. she doesn't understand how jirou manages to sleep through aizawas lectures or mina being mina.

jirou acknowledges mina's interest in whatever she's blasting into her ears by giving her one of the earbuds. it's some english song. mina's doing pretty good in english because present mic is helping her out after class (her parents are dying) so she understands most of it. it's something about wanting to be more than friends? mina focuses, "don't wanna be your friend. wanna something something lose your something."

mina shrugs internally. (she doesn't want to move too much because jirou's started to lean on her) she can ask jirou about the song later.

they trip into homeroom as jirou seems to have fallen asleep on mina's shoulder so she helps her into her seat and heads over to hers. jirou slumps on to her desk and mina takes a picture with the phone that technically shouldn't be in her hand at the moment but is. aizawa's probably giving her a look from under his desk.

class is halfway through when aizawa catches her, sero and kirishima's passing notes. she and sero are ganging up on kirishima because he still hasn't asked bakugo out yet. aizawa doesn't read it aloud to the class but he does pass it to bakugo. mina smothers her laugh into her arm as kirishima's quirk activates and his hand gets stuck in his hair. bakugo slowly turns in his seat to look at kirishima, getting a good look of kirishima being an idiot.

class doesn't end in one piece but when things start to go blasty iida scoops sero up in his arms and mina jumps on his back and let's him vroom them out of the room. "whooooo!!!!!!" sero and her yell as they go.

the only person injured is dark shadow, mina doesn't know how a shadow gets injured or how it even got out of tokoyami's insides. she's not sure she wants to know. sero and iida leave her with the rest of 1a as they head off to find shinsou and mina slides next to jirou. class 1a has a sort of break because the room's on fire so they're waiting in the hallway.

"hey," jirou says. "did you get detention for jumping on iida?"

mina tries to lean back onto the wall in a cool-like position. she almost falls. "nah, if i did iida would try to take detention as well and i don't know if that's legal."

jirou laughs even though mina's a dumbass and her laugh is so good mina almost falls again. jirou reaches over to stabilize her and winks once she's gotten her footing. mina opens her mouth to say something most likely stupid when she hears music from jirou's earbuds.

"hey, you were playing that earlier," mina moves closer to try and hear. for some reason jirou's cheeks are red. "what song is that?"

jirou swallows, "it's. uh it's called i wanna be your girlfriend."

mina's brain disconnects, "oh? that's nice."

jirou nods slowly, "yes. it is."

"i like it."

"me too."

the girls stand there in the hallway staring at each other. mina thinks she should do something but she's not sure what. it's not like jirou wants to be her girlfriend, that's just the name of the song.

jirou nods again, maybe there's something wrong with her neck-"i've been listening to it for a reason," she says. she must be getting really close with yao-momo, mina thinks.

"i like you," jirou tells her. she's playing with her earphone's so she must be worrie-

mina blinks. "me? are you sure?" there's a groan somewhere in the background and a noise that sounds like bakugo's face hitting his palm.

jirou's almost as pink as her at this point, " yeah idiot. i like you. i wanna be your girlfriend and stuff."

mina doesn't completely know what's going on but she crashes into jirou and hugs her tight as she can. jirou laughs as mina picks her up and spins around and holy fuck mina's so ducking happy. jirou taps on her shoulder to be let down and mina puts her back on the ground, gently as she can.

the two girls share a stupid smile as they stand in front of each other. "kiss!!" hagakure tells them. mina winces as she remembers their class is in the hall with them. jirou flops under mina's arm and rudely gestures to their class.

they stay close together for the rest of the day. sero keeps making kissy faces, thankfully bakugo and kirishima are too busy figuring out feelings to make fun of mina's feelings. when curfew starts mina and jirou pass by aizawa holding hands.

mina's pretty sure they're breaking a rule dating and rooming. that's pretty cool. when she tells that to jirou jirou laughs and kisses her cheek.

they aren't doing anything different than before as they put in kiki's delivery service. mina's determined to make sure she and jirou finish all the ghibli movies.

when they're about to climb into bed mina stops, "are we sharing a bed?"

jirou pauses, "which one?" the girls stare at each other. it takes them a little longer and a google search to decide to push the beds together. mina folds herself into jirou's arms, it feels like the safest place in the world. jirou presses a kid to the top of her head, "night."

mina's face has a stupid grin, "g'night."