#ok am i giving them too tight deadlines or too much work at once

[bookinit02]

ran into my first student using chatgpt and honestly i was gonna be mad until i thought harder about Why he was using chatgpt and i was like well. that part of the assignment was kind of useless bullshit anyway so yk what that’s on me. consider it gone.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐱/𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was already frustrated. He was on a deadline to finish up a song and he was nowhere near even getting halfway. Eden had just recently scolded him and he felt extremely agitated and irritated at this point.

"Hey Joong? I brought you lunch so-"

"Just leave it on the table, I'll eat it later." He cut you off rather sharply, barely even sparing you a glance.

"I was actually thinking we could eat together." You were off put by his short temper.

"I don't have time Y/N." He huffed out, a hand running through his hair.

You were pissed at this point and were not about to take his crap anymore.

"Exactly! You don't have time for me anymore! I get your job demands a lot of your time, but to not even take a break and enjoy just 10 minutes without....these." You gestured to all the mess scattered around his desk.

Hurt about being reminded about his neglect of you yet angry at being scolded once more, Hongjoong slammed his hands on the table, swiftly pushing off the chair before going over to where you were standing and stared you down.

"All right. Fine. 10 minutes you say? I can work with that."

Without a warning, he pushed you onto the couch, making a quick work of your pants and stripping them off you. You let out a sharp cry when he began devouring your pussy, animalistic growls spilling out his lips as he slurped you up as if he'd been starved. When you tried pulling away, he landed a harsh slap on your clit, making your hips jolt up and a shriek come out.

"Shut up and take what I give you you needy desperate whore. You wanted 10 minutes? Let's see how many times I can make you cum in that time."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Hearing the front door slam, Seonghwa brace himself for yet another one of your moods after a long day at work. Wanting to help your day be less stressful, he had prepared you some of your favorites food.

"Y/N." He called out to you in a sing song tone.

Stomping over, you just looked at him with an eyebrow raised, total resting bitch face plastered on.

"I made your favorite." He happily told you, but you still didn't seem to bat an eyelash at him, you simply turned around and began walking out.

"Wait Y/N come on. Here at least try some. It'll help you with your stress-"

"Can't you take a damn hint Seonghwa?! I don't fucking want it!"

When he tried to approach you with a spoonful of food, you actually snapped and slapped it out of his hand, making it stain his perfectly polished floor. Seonghwa looked at it then looked back at you.

"You know Y/N I think I put up with your bratty attitude and bitchy behavior for too long."

You gasped sharply when he suddenly turned you around and slammed you up against the table, grabbing your arms so he could hold them behind your back.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice to you....making you baths, preparing you food, all in hopes of helping you release stress....but its clear a little bitch like you doesn't need that."

You squirmed under his grasp, trying to get free but with no use as his grip was tight on you. The sound of him unbuckling his belt made you stop moving entirely, and you shivered when pulled your skirt up before ripping your tights and pushing your underwear to the side.

"Clearly a bitch like you needs a good pounding, fuck that attitude right out of you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You knew you were screwed the instant Yunho roughly pulled you off Mingi's lap and took you into his room, shutting the door right behind him before staring at you with fire burning through his eyes. You had never seen him so mad before.

No soon afterwards, you were currently on top of him, his hips bucking up at you at a relentless pace that had you screaming his name over and over again. His hands were practically digging into your skin, holding tightly onto you with such ferocity.

"Look at you, being so desperate for a good fuck that you'd actually try and whore yourself out to my best friend like a cheap bitch."

When one of his hands came up to grasp at your throat, you were shivering on top of him.

"Weren't you?! What! Is my cock not enough for you? My cock and these hands you love so much not satisfying you anymore? Hmm? Is that why you were all cuddled up to Mingi? Hoped he'd actually take pity and fuck you?"

You knew it wasn't your intention to make him jealous, but god if this is what jealousy did to him, you would totally do it again.

"Stupid slut. Mingi's not going to fuck you. You're just a dirty, filthy hole, he doesn't want you...."

Even after you came, you were still a crying mess as Yunho kept fucking up into you, not caring that you were beyond your limit, your inner thighs getting sore.

"But you're my little hole for me to fuck. Got it? And if I need to fuck you dumb to get it through that stupid useless brain of yours to understand that only I can make you feel this good, then so be it. I'll fuck you til you break, my little sex toy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was not very pleased by your behavior lately. You had been giving him the silent treatment and avoiding him for no good reason. Trying to coax what was wrong out of you, he came up behind you as you were washing dishes.

"How's my little princess? Did you have a good day?"

He was only met with you elbowing him in the rib and shoved him off you.

"Ok seriously Y/N? What did I even do? Stop being so childish and talk to me like a mature adult."

Hearing you scoff and seeing you roll your eyes at him made him furious and irritated with you. As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your elbow and picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter as his eyes burned a hole through you.

"If you're going to keep acting like a brat, maybe I should just treat you like one then."

You don't know if you truly regret breaking Yeosang's patience. On the one hand, you were definitely not going to be walking straight for a week. On the other, you utterly enjoyed having your face pressed against the pillow, ass up as Yeosang was shoving his dick in and out of you, red handprints scattered across your butt cheeks and hands tied behind your back with one of his ties. Everytime you tried to hide your face in the pillow to muffle your screams, he'd yank your hair up.

"I said I wasn't having you ignore me anymore princess. Now come on, scream my name. I want this entire floor to hear your pathetic whimpers."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked at you with an unamused gaze.

"Repeat what you just said.....I dare you to."

He was pissed off, it was more than clear. But maybe that's what you wanted, wanted him to be as pissed as you were, even just a bit of what you were feeling. It's not that you meant to take out your jealousy on him, but seeing his co-host be extremely clingy towards him backstage and he never did anything about it made your blood boil.

"I said you're nothing more than a fucking horn dog. Probably let that skank suck your dick." You exclaimed in disgust.

The sudden slam of his hand against the wall behind you both scared and thrilled you. Looking at you with a hungry smirk, he opened the door behind you, trapping you inside a closet. In minutes, he was pressing you against the wall, his frantic grunts mixing with your whimpered cries. San would occasionally let out a sadistic laugh at how wrecked you look.

"You're right baby, I am indeed a horn dog. Absolutely love getting my dick wet and fuck a pussy all the time."

Hand reaching between your legs, he began to harshly pinch and rub at your clit, his other hand that was holding onto your hip keeping you from collapsing on the floor as your orgasm took over you.

"But get this straight: I only fuck this pussy right here. Ok? I fucking claimed this a long ass time ago and I'll fuck it whenever I want to."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Ending the call with your friend, you were coming out of the bedroom when you were suddenly shoved back inside by none other than your usually caring and sweet boyfriend, who looked angry as he closed the door behind him.

"Mingi? What-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as his large hands cupped your cheeks, his long body pushing you back until you landed on the bed. He was kissing you harshly, nothing like the usual tender and loving kisses he'd be known to give you. His hands clutched at your covered breasts, groping at them before he unexpectedly tore your shirt in the middle.

"Mingi! What has gotten into you?!" You exclaimed in shock at his sudden change in behavior.

"I heard you talking to your friend. Saying shit like I'm too soft and vanilla for you."

You moaned out when he began to suck along your neck, his hands cupping your bra and pulling it down enough to have your breasts spill out.

"Oh princess if only you knew I've just been holding back all this time."

With a taunting chuckle, he pulled of you. Undoing his zipper, he began to strip out of his jeans and briefs, letting his long cock spring free, precum leaking at the tip.

"I didn't want to be selfish and break you like I wanted too....... but if that's what you want well then, I'd be happy to oblige my little princess."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Neither of you knew how it started nor exactly how it escalated. One minute Wooyoung was being the annoying shit he was, with you playfully shoving him away and calling him names, and then the next you were both pushing each other rather abruptly. When you called him a particularly degrading insult, he retaliated likewise and now it seemed like a screaming match between you two.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid!" You hollered and turned away, making a bee line towards your room.

"I'm not done yet!" Wooyoung trailed after you.

"Well I am! Now excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and hopefully cool off this rage." You stated firmly before slamming the bathroom door right in his face.

The refreshing water seemed to calm you down a little, so you just stood there under the shower head, just letting your body soak in the cold. You were so unaware of your surroundings that you failed to notice Wooyoung had entered the bathroom and didn't realize it until you felt his arms turn you around to face him. No explanation, he just began kissing you, his tongue taking control over your mouth while one hand hiked one of your legs over his waist.

"Still think I'm an annoying bastard?" He grunted fiercely as he thrusted up into you, not giving you time to react as he began pounding into you.

"Yes you are!" You hissed at him, hands swooping his wet hair and tugging at it rather hardly.

He just looked at you with a shit eating grin.

"Yet you still let me fuck you. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You were frustrated and stressed out, so was Jongho. Even as you two did your own little things inside the apartment, even the smallest things either of you did made the other let out an annoyed huff. It all culminated when Jongho accidentally spilled his cup of juice on the floor, that little action had you both looking at each other with near contempt.

"I feel like punching something." Jongho confessed.

"Me too." You admitted.

"Wanna punch me?" He offered.

Smirking at him, you thought about something better.

"No.... I think I'd rather fuck you."

So now here you were, underneath your inhumanely strong boyfriend, his cock balls deep inside you, your legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands were already leaving bruises around your inner thighs from how hard he was squeezing at them. You two had already cum several times but you still kept going, pushing past your sensitivity as you both still had a lot of rage and energy to release.

In a particularly sharp angle of his hips, you were quivering under Jongho, for the first time you were actually squirting under him.

"Oh fuck!" Seeing you break down and make a mess all over him and yourself had him cumming soon after, his body collapsing on top of yours.

Both of you were beyond exhausted after all that. Your bodies were so sticky with sweat and your breathing had not yet returned to normal. Looking over at you, Jongho smiled sincerely for the first time in days.

"So.... now that we got that out of the way.... can we cuddle?"

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[birdy-bat-writes]

Headcanon- Falling sleep on the couch with The Batboys+ Bruce

Bruce Wayne

-       Bruce is a cuddler. Specifically, he likes to spoon.

-       Most nights he prefers to be the big spoon, but on particularly tiring days or nights, he doesn’t mind being held.

-       The night before, Bruce had endured a particularly grueling patrol. He came in late and got four stitches.

-       Bruce barely slept through night and had to be woken up early for a meeting at WE.

-       Needless to say, he was not happy.

-       You helped him hide the dark circles and get him to look somewhat presentable before you tied his tie for him.

-       You knew he was exhausted when you saw him leave and just felt really sympathetic for the poor guy.

-       You texted him that he should come home and have a nap, but he never responded.

-       You worked on your computer on the couch in the living room for a few hours, until you heard Bruce’s voice over the sound in your headphones

-       You were about to get up when this man full-on FLOPPED on the couch. He looked like he was in no shape to do anything but sleep.

-       “How did the meeting go?”

-       He just mumbled incoherently but you didn’t bother asking again. You just tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

-       When he raised his head, you placed a cushion on your lap and motioned for him to lay down.

-       But he would rather sleep with your arms around him than with his head on your lap, so he sits up and pulls you into his embrace.

-       He rearranges the blanket that used to be draped over your legs to cover both of you and lays down on the couch with you in his arms.

-       Today was one of those extra-rough days so you give him a light kiss on the cheek and put your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

-       He slept like a baby. You took this time to admire how relaxed his face looked as he slept. No scowling or frowning and no cowl to hide his handsome features.

-       Hearing his heartbeat, you also found yourself dozing off.

-       When you woke up, it was 4:00 pm, and Bruce was still fast asleep. In fact, he was drooling ever so slightly, which made you laugh.

-       Deciding you still had work to do, you tried to remove your arms from his torso and tried to get off of the couch as quietly and as gently as you could.

-       But unfortunately, the man you were trying to slip away from was Batman, and even in his sleep, he seemed to pick up on your movements.

-       While trying to leave, you had felt a hand reach out and hold your wrist, and you turned to meet a sleepy, slightly grumpy but mostly baby-like Bruce.

-       “Don’t go yet.” He grumbled.

-       “Sweetie, I have to finish some work.”

-       “You can do it later,” before you tried to reason with him any further, he added a “please?” in the most loving, asking tone. *Sigh* He knows you can’t say no to him when he’s like this.

-       Defeatedly, you step closer to the couch, and find yourself being pulled into his chest, this time a little less gently.

-       As soon as you were in his arms, he wrapped them tight around you, as if he was holding onto you for dear life. He buried his head into the crook of your neck and breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of your shampoo and the perfume he got you for your birthday. He breathed out into your skin, making you giggle lightly at the sensation.

-       “Bruce...! That tickles.”

-       “I love you.”

-       “I love you too.” And with that, you nuzzled into his chest and closed your eyes once more, not caring much that you most likely would not fall asleep. You just liked being in his embrace.

-       Days like these never began well, but you loved them anyway, and if Bruce was being honest, he did too, because they would often end with sloppy love confessions and sleepy mumbles, and always with you beside him.

Dick Grayson

-       “We are not watching Avengers.”

-       “You’re only saying that because you cry every time you see Agent Coulson die.”

-       “No! I’m saying that because every time we watch it, you stare at Captain America’s butt!”

-       “Oh, come on! That’s America’s ass!” You managed through a fit of laughter.

-       He looked away and grumbled, “Mine’s better.”

-       “Aw, don’t be jealous,” you moved over the pillows scattered around to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “You and I both know yours is better.” You punctuated your sentence with a quick kiss to his temple.

-       With a smug look on his face, he put an arm around you. “Ok we can watch Avengers if you want but hear me out, Harry Potter.”

-       Your day had been positively awful. Someone spilled coffee on your clothes shortly before your boss walked in to give you three new assignments... with a one-week deadline. Ughhh!

-       You cleared your mind and made your way to a board meeting that ran longer than it should have, causing you to miss your lunch break.

-       You thought the pain was finally over when you headed toward your car, ready to go home, but unluckily for you, bad things happen to good people. Your car wouldn’t start.

-       When you popped the hood to see what was wrong, it began to drizzle. Ok, so things are looking pretty bleak, but I can work with this. You took out the jumper cables from your trunk and called a friend from the other end of the parking lot to help jumpstart the car.

-       You had texted dick that were experiencing car troubles and were going to be late. He offered to pick you up, but you declined saying it wasn’t anything too serious.

-       After thanking your friend, you drove home.

-       Upon entering your shared apartment with your boyfriend, you were welcomed by the scent of candles and what you thought was spaghetti sauce. Your eyes lit up at the sight of your boyfriend walking out of the kitchen with his iconic, lovable smile.

-       “You made dinner?”

-       “Mhmm.”

-       “Thank you!” You threw your arms around him in a fashion that nearly toppled the man over.

-       You were pleasantly surprised but also touched. You felt so lucky to have someone this amazing in your life. He always reminded you of everything good in the world and you figured your day could still turn up.

-       “Don’t thank me yet.” You looked at him questioningly.

-       With a cheeky grin, he turned you toward the living room. Oh, my goodness, it was so cute.

-       The living room couch was adorned with decorative cushions and blankets, right behind a center table set with candles, plates and cutlery.

-       “Did you really do all of this?”, you cried,

-       You could have cried right then and there, but instead turned to your boyfriend and said, “You are the sweetest, most amazing boyfriend in the whole world, and I love you so much!”

-       “I know I am.” You chucklled in response. “Why don’t you have a shower while I finish cooking, and then we can eat and watch a movie.”

-       “Sounds like a plan.” You replied and hopped in the shower.

-       You eventually decided on Harry Potter: The Chamber of Secrets. You finished dinner in the first twenty minutes and set your plates down on the table.

-       In between important scenes, you discussed each other’s days. His went pretty well, which you were happy to hear, but he looked nothing but sympathetic when he heard about yours. This made it a lot better though, and he knew from the way you were smiling and talking that you were feeling much better.

-       Dick had his arm around you, while you were leaning your head against his shoulder.

-       He could tell you were getting tired when you started to hug his waist and pull him closer to you. You had a habit of sleeping with an arm over his chest. It was practically instinctive at this point.

-       Dick looked over at you. Adorable, he thought. He could see you watched the screen so intently through closing eyes. Your head was slowly tilting down and resting itself on his chest.

-       Without a word, he pulled your shared blanket up to cover you both from the shoulders down. A sweet gesture.

-       “I don’t care how bad my day goes, if it ends like this.”

-       “I’m glad I could make your day better.”

-       “Sweetheart, you make every day better. I love you, Dick.”

-       “I love you too, Baby.”

-       You both surely fell asleep before the movie ended, but neither of you minded much. Falling asleep in each-other’s arms was far more than perfect.

Jason Todd

-       Jason Todd is a gentleman. One of few reminders that chivalry isn’t dead.

-       He was confident, and headstrong, but he was also compassionate. That’s what made you fall for him.

-       You were a member of the Outlaws and a good friend of Starfire’s.

-       After working with them on several occasions, you were invited to join the Outlaws and graciously accepted.

-       You got along with everyone on the team really well. You were best friends with Starfire, and Roy loved you like a sister.

-       Jason on the other hand, took some time to open up to you. When you first met, he was kind and funny but never close. Once you got to know him you understood why.

-       You shared your secrets with him, some laughter and soon enough, he did the same. You trusted each other a lot.

-       The late-night talks often led to you falling asleep tangled up on the floor or couch-and once, your bed- which Kori and Roy happily teased you both about.

-       You found yourself catching feelings, and you mistakenly thought you were the only one. Roy, however, caught onto Jason’s crush. More teasing ensued, more frequently and often in front of you, sometimes directed at you.

-       Jason realized there was no point in hiding his feelings anymore. He cared about you and when he was with you, he felt free. He felt a type of happiness he hadn’t felt in years.

-       You reminded him of every reason to be happy. So, he confessed.

-       You should have seen the smile on his face when you told him you liked him too.

-       Tonight was your first date and you were grinning from ear-to-ear. Jason was going to take you to a restaurant downtown and you were beyond excited!

-       He was too. For the first time in his life, he had to call Dick for... fashion advice.

-       “What’s the special occasion, Jaybird?”

-       “I’m going on a date. Stop ‘ooh-ing’, now what type of jacket do you wear to nice restaurant?”

-       He knocked on your door at 7:00 pm sharp. As much as you actually wanted to squeal and hop to the door, you breathed in and out and strolled over to the door after checking your reflection one last time.

-       “Hi.”

-       “Hi- wow. You look beautiful.”

-       “Thank you. You look really nice too.” You were hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush dancing across your face.

-       After dinner, Jason drove you home.

-       Your conversation in the car included a rant about capes being overrated and how Big hero 6 was outrageously underrated.

- You entered the apartment you shared with Roy and Kori.

-       “I don’t want this night to end yet.” You said.

-       “Maybe it doesn’t have to. Feel like ice cream?”

-       “Ice cream sounds great! I’ll just change first.”

-       You changed into a hoodie and pajamas and walked out into the living room to find Jason in sweatpants and a t-shirt, with a tub of ice cream and two spoons.

-       “You like strawberry, right?” you nodded and planted yourself next to him.

-       “Hey, Jay? You like Star Wars?”

-       “Yeah,” he managed through a mouth full of ice cream. “why?”

-       “Star Wars marathon is on HBO right now.”

-       “Let’s put it on!”

-       By the time you were watching the A New Hope, the tub of strawberry ice cream was nearly over.

-       At some point, Jason pulled a blanket over the two of you, and unknowingly, you huddled closer to him. You only realized how close you were when you felt his heartbeat against your own body.

-       “You want the last bite?” you asked.

-       “I’m good. You take it.”

-       “Thanks.” You finished the last of the ice cream and set the tub aside with the spoons. You turned back to face the screen and heard a breathy laugh from beside you. “What?”

-       “Nothing, doll,” his hand traveled to your face. “you just have a bit of ice cream right here.” He leaned ever so slightly and wiped the ice cream off of your lip and chin.

-       He looked up slightly and met your eyes. Neither of you moved or looked away. You were so close, and when he saw your eyes dart down at his lips and back up, he closed the remaining space between you and brushed his lips against yours.

-       The kiss was gentle and soft, yet passionate. You expected sparks but instead felt a warmth course through you. Like feeling the sun on your skin after a cold night.

-       When you pulled apart, the atmosphere was calm and tender. You smiled at him and he smiled back, putting arm around you and pulling you closer. You laid your head on his shoulder.

-       As the night went on, you felt your eyes flutter shut. Sleep overtook you somewhere along Return of The Jedi, and Jason, not wanting to disturb you, turned down the volume.

-       He admired the features of your sleeping face. He discovered that the way your face flushed while you slept was his favorite sight, and let his head fall back against the cushion.

-       With a quick kiss to your forehead, he drifted off with you in his arms.

-       BONUS:

-       “They actually look quite cute.” Kori stated cheerily.

-       “Is he drooling on her head?”

-       “Roy!”

-       “Kori, it is 9:00 am. I am hungry, and its Jason’s turn to make breakfast.”

-       “Alright, I’ll wake him but just one second.” She snapped a photo of you two on her phone and pocketed it. “Lovebirds, wakey, wakey...!”

-       “Yeah! It’s your turn to make eggs and bakey. Up!”

Tim Drake

-       It was 7:30 pm, Wednesday evening. That meant you had roughly 37 hours and a half before your exam. You know, the one that had you stressed out for a week?

-       You had done nothing but study in between your vigilante activities, skipping proper meals and pretty much running on coffee. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you didn’t really know what else to do.

-       You hadn’t slept through the night in days and it was beginning to get to your boyfriend, Tim.

-       He didn’t mind having to delay dates here and there due to your schedule, however, he did mind seeing his girlfriend lose sleep and sanity over an exam he knew she would ace.

-       He knew you would get nervous when studying for this particular subject (let’s say it’s your least favorite subject) and happily volunteered to tutor you. It broke his heart to see you much you doubted yourself. You second-guessed everything you wrote down.

-       How can she not see how smart she is? He thought to himself. He saw your work and it was almost always correct.

-       He would shower you with positive affirmations and reassure you when he saw you hesitate.

-       One of the many things he loved about you was your astounding intellect. Unknowingly, you were a great problem solver with some of the best analytical thinking skills.

-       You made progress over the study session you had with him, yet you couldn’t help but worry. Anxiety began to eat at you.

-       That Wednesday evening, Tim had texted to ask you if you guys were still going to meet up for ice-cream, but you declined, stating that you were busy.

-       Not long after, you heard a knock at your door. That’s odd. I’m not expecting anyone.

-       Through the peephole, you saw Tim standing with his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

-       You opened the door. “Tim, what are you doing here?” you asked, genuinely confused.

-       He wore a deadpan expression. “I came to check on you. What are you up to?”, he said as he welcomed himself in.

-       “I texted you.”

-       “Yeah but, ‘Sorry. Can’t. I’m a bit busy.’ is not very descriptive. Not that I didn’t know what you were ‘busy’ doing.”

-       “I’m studying-”

-       “No, you’re working yourself to a burnout because you think you’re going to fail your test.” Tim knew you well enough, for long enough to see right through you.

-       “How is it wrong to not want to fail?” Your voice was shaky. He was right. You knew this was overkill but how else were you supposed to pass?

-       “You’re not going to fail, Y/N.”

-       “I will if I don’t study.”

-       “You won’t fail.”

-       “I’m not smart enough to get an A.”

-       “Yes, you are.” Tim insisted. He had an authoritative air about him, but somehow, the most soothing and gentle voice. He spoke as if he was comforting you, which was his intention as soon as he got you away from this mess of pens and paper.

-       “You’re just contradicting everything I’m saying with no reasoni- Ahh! What are you doing?!”

-       Tim threw you over his shoulder and began walking out towards the futon in your dorm.

-       “We’re taking a study break.”

-       “Tim! Put me down!” Despite your protests, he did not put you down.

-       Tim sat down and placed you on his lap facing him. His hands were on your waist and the small of your back.

-       You sat there, arms crossed, looking defeated and angry about it. Tim didn’t seem to mind though. As serious as the situation was, he couldn’t help but find your mannerisms endearing.

-       “Y/N honey?”

-       You didn’t respond.

-       “Please look at me.” His fingers reached out and lightly grazed your cheek. Then, you looked at him.

-       “You don’t understand, Tim. I- I’m not as good as anyone else in that class.” Your voice was breaking, the words came out breathy. “I don’t understand the work as quickly as everyone else. If I want to keep up with them, I have to do this.”

-       Tim saw your eyes gloss over and cupped your cheek in comfort. “Y/N, you don’t have to be as quick as everyone else to be smart.” Looking lovingly into your eyes, he continued, “You are one of the cleverest people I’ve met. I mean, how many of your classmates can strategize a battleplan while hopping from rooftop to rooftop?”

-       He wiped a tear away with his thumb and noticed the slight makings of a smile on your face. “You are also kind, insightful, understanding, strong, beautiful, and the best girlfriend anyone could ever have. Sweetheart, you’re so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

-       With the full makings of a smile on your face, you leaned into his body and laid you arms over his chest and shoulder. “Timmy, I’m still scared...”

-       “Of what?”

-       “I don’t know, I just really want to do well.”

-       “I don’t know what you’re afraid of. I’ve checked all of your work. It’s all correct.  You’re doing better than well.”

-       “Really?”

-       “Yeah, I told you were doing great a few days ago when we studied together. Remember? All of your work was right, even the stuff on your desk.”

-       He felt your sigh of relief against his skin and felt your body relax against his own. “Baby, when was the last time you slept?”

-       “I slept last night.”

-       “Not well, I see.” He chided. “You need to rest before anything else.”

-       “Funny how you of all people are lecturing me about sleep.” That elicited a scoff from him, and you chuckled lightly.

-       “Yeah, whatever. Time for bed, young lady.” He motioned for you to stand up. He got up alongside you and unfolded the futon, laying the pillows down at the top.

-       “After you.”

-       “Why, thank you.” You sat down, followed by Tim, who arrived with a blanket. He laid it down on you and slipped under it right after.

-       You reached out for him and hugged him. “Thank you. You’re really the best boyfriend ever.”

-       Hugging you back, he replied, “Well that’s because, you make me a better man every day.”

-       A few minutes had passed, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy. The warmth of Tim’s embrace helped too.

-       “You know I love you right?”

-       “Of course, I do. You know I love you too, right?”

-       “I do. I was just checking.” He stated.

-       He moved even closer to you and held you close as you both fell into a blissful sleep.

-       And a good thing too, because you both really needed it.

Damian Wayne

-       Damian is a total sweetheart. He cares very much about your feelings and is always there for you when you need him.

-       He’s not necessarily fond of spooning but he still loves to cuddle. When he sleeps, he wants you close to him or laying your head on his chest.

-       This guy loves to be your arm pillow.

-       Bruce had trained you since you were fourteen. He had you trained with Dick, Jason, Tim, and though he hesitated to, Damian.

-       Over the years of training with him, you grew close to each other. Now, he was your sparring buddy and boyfriend.

-       A few nights ago, you had taken a shallow stab wound around your side while on patrol. Although it was just a flesh wound, Bruce demanded you stay home for a few days to let the stitches heal.

-       You decided on manning the Batcomputer while the rest of the team patrolled the city and updating criminal files, just because you hated feeling useless.

-       One particular night, some work piled up. You had to update the files on the Rogues Gallery and narrow down suspects on a current case. You resorted to working in the manor library.

-       You were making steady progress, but it was now 12:30 am and you still had four files to update and every possible suspect for the current case had a solid alibi or didn’t seem to match with the evidence.

-       You were determined to get your work done but it was beyond difficult this time.

-       Unbeknownst to you, someone was walking down the west staircase. Their footsteps were light as a feather.

-       Damian was expecting you to be in your room when he went in there to wish you goodnight, but he found an empty bed and figured- for the third night in a row- you must have been working on a case. He decided to find you and take you up to bed.

-       He sees the lights on in the library and walks in to see you looking slightly disgruntled with papers fanned around the table and a laptop in front of you.

-       There’s no way I’m getting her to bed now, he thought. One of things he loved about you was your drive to succeed and your unyielding determination- which sometimes manifested as a stubbornness that could rival his own.

-       He knows asking you to go to sleep won’t work so he rationalizes that if he helps you finish this case sooner, you’ll get to bed. And heaven knows you need it.

-       “Hey,”

-       “Hi, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you asked sincerely.

-       “No, but you weren’t in your room when I went to kiss you goodnight.” You looked at him apologetically but before you could explain, he continued, “I figured you’d be working late, so I’m here to help you.”

-       “You don’t have to, really. I don’t want to keep you up.” He just looked at you like you were crazy, and you took that as the only answer you would get. Still, you thought it was really sweet of him to come down here.

-       He takes some of your papers and sits on the couch next to the table. He takes little glances at you and corners of his mouth can’t help but curve up at your focused expression.

-       Later on, you move next to him on the couch to share the documents and find yourself getting more and more tired.

-       While Damian was reading through the information you had gathered, he felt something on his shoulder. He turns to the side to see you drifting off against his body, papers still in hand. He holds your head against his shoulder with one hand while taking the papers from yours with the other. “Y/N, I think you should rest for a while. We can pick where we left off when you wake up.” His tone was soft and clement.

-       The only response he got out of you was a sudden jump and a gasp.

-       Out of nowhere, the name of the culprit hits you like an epiphany and you jolted up. It all made sense! She’s the only one with the connections to Arkham and she went off the radar pretty recently.

-       After hurriedly filling in the culprit’s connections to the gathered evidence, you closed your laptop and set it aside along with the papers, and while you wanted to stand up and dance in victory, the best you could do was smile and lay back against the sofa.

-       You let all your weight fall back onto the cushions, effectively causing the couch to move back an inch, but you couldn’t care at the moment. You just breathed out, reveling in the joy of closing a case and finally being done with all of your work.

-       Damian simply chuckled at your antics and shook his head. “Case closed. Time for bed?” You nodded with your eyes closed.

-       Knowing you had no energy to walk up to you room, Damian moved the remaining papers onto the floor and gently pulled you up into his chest laid you down on top of him. You shifted slightly to a more comfortable position; Damian slept with his head rested on a cushion with one arm around you, while you lay your head in between his shoulder and chest. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and both of your legs tangled together clumsily.

-       For the first time in days, you felt truly relaxed. You didn’t have millions of thoughts roaming through your head, just one; how lucky you were to have this man by your side.

-       You tilted your head up and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. He lovingly kissed your forehead. Happy to finally get his goodnight kiss, he laid back, ready to sleep.

-       “Goodnight, Y/N.

-       “Goodnight... Hey, Dami?”

-       “Hm?”

-       “Thanks for helping me.”

-       “You’re welcome, Love.”

-       “I love you.”

-       “I love you too.”

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[nicolewoo]

Please Daddy Part 3

Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

Enjoy Part 1 and Part 2 first!

She was facing me, so when I woke, she was the first thing I saw this morning, and my heart swelled with joy. She was my baby girl now, and I’d do anything to make her happy. I resisted the urge to touch her cheek, letting her sleep instead. After a quick shower, I pulled my laptop out of my bag and sat down at the desk to work, but no matter how much I tried to concentrate, my eyes kept drifting to her. She looked so calm, so peaceful, so beautiful. I still couldn’t believe she was mine.

Quickly, I sent an email to the office that I’d be working from home today. There weren’t any pressing deadlines today, and I needed the day to get to know her more. I felt like there were a lot of little details we needed to share to really cement the relationship, so the day would be spent with her. Then I remembered that I didn’t know if she was going to work today. Well, if she did, I’d go to work for a bit, but I was ready to convince her to take the day off.

I started a list of tasks I needed from my assistant and was almost done when she woke. I went to lay beside her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her forehead. “Good Morning, Baby Girl.”

She sighed like she had yesterday on the phone. “Morning Daddy.” Her sleepy smile was so fucking adorable. I caressed her cheek now and gave her a sweet kiss. “Hey, You’re here. What time is it?” she asked.

I couldn’t believe how excited I was just to tell her I took the day off for her. “It’s 7 am. I’m taking the day off if you are.”

Her sleepy eyes opened wide with a smile. “Really?”

I couldn’t help but pull her tight for a hug and whispered in her ear. “Spend the day with me, please.” “Yes,” She giggled, and I just had to kiss her.

“You know, I was ready to convince you if necessary.” I smiled down at her.

Her smile turned to a smirk and her eyes shined up at me. “Oh really? In that case, I change my mind. I’m going into work.” That smirk was so sexy, my dick twitched, and as I leaned in to kiss her, I started to get hard. “Convince me.” She half begged.

Slowly, I ran my hand over her side, wrapping around and grabbing a hand full of her incredible ass as I kissed her. Her hips pressed hard into mine, and I knew she wanted me.

Without warning, she turned us until she was on top of me. With a cheeky look, she crawled down my body, kissing as she went. That mouth! I wanted her to suck me, but dang, she was so good at it I’d have to distract myself or I’d cum early. I tried to focus on work, but the second her mouth wound around the head of my dick, I couldn’t help but feel everything. Her hands massaging my balls, her mouth sucking my dick, her ass in the air and hips moving with desire as she pleased me.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t. I looked. Shit! So fucking sexy! I reached down and played with her hair as I watched her take my cock so well. In minutes, I was ready to cum, so I pulled her up my body. “Come here.”

She looked disappointed as she obeyed. “I want to…..”

“I know baby. I know.” I kissed her softly, “but I need to be inside you.” As she straddled my hips and I felt the warmth of her pressed against my hard dick, I considered not fucking her yet. I could eat her out or use a toy on her. My body still hummed with desire, and I was afraid I would cum too fast.

What was it about her? Stamina was never an issue with me, but when she sucked my cock, I lost all control of myself.

I turned us until I was on top and slid inside her feeling the warmth of her pussy surround me and moaned. Reaching down I toyed with her clit and focused on her pleasure. I successfully brought myself back from the brink of orgasm. I chuckled to myself realizing I should be edging HER, but instead I ended up edging myself.

Once I felt more in control and she seemed to be losing control, I pulled her legs over my shoulders and pounded into her as hard as I could. The noises she makes! Moans, gasps, feral noises. I loved every one of them, and I loved that I was the reason she made those noises.

“Cum for me baby girl. I want to feel that tight pussy clench around my cock.” At the command, she let go and screamed as she clenched around me. “That’s a good girl. That’s my baby.” Her body clenched again, and I lost control, fucking into her wildly as I came.

Laying beside her, I pulled her into my arms, kissing her gently every now and then and cooing out praises to her. Once she seemed sufficiently recovered, I pulled her out of bed and helped her into the bathroom.

She peed while the shower heated up, and I came back in to join her when she closed the shower door. I washed and conditioned her hair before washing her body, and she patiently waited while I washed myself but did reach out to run her fingers over my soapy body a few times. I dried her with the soft, fluffy towels I’d bought when I was setting up the room, and when she started spraying leave-in conditioner in her hair, I took the bottle and the wet brush. “Go sit on the bed baby.” She did and I sat behind her to brush. “I love your hair. When we are together, I want to be the one who takes care of your hair, ok?” She nodded yes. quickly

“Do you have any plans today?” I asked as I slowly brushed the tangles out of her hair.

She paused a second before saying, “Nothing important.”

I turned her head so I could brush the other side of her hair. “But you had plans?” I handed her the brush and pulled her back, so she was sitting in my lap. “Tell daddy.”

She wrapped her arms over mine and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. “I was hoping to visit Kal today.” She admitted.

“Who is Kal?” I grumbled.

She smiled at my possessiveness, “Henry’s dog.”

Henry’s dog? Henry. Again, Henry. “It’s starting to feel like there are 3 of us in this relationship.” I said much louder than I intended.

“Daddy, there has never been a fraction of a second that I’ve been with you and thought of anyone else. You completely consume me. The way you touch me, kiss me, make me feel like the most important person in the world. I don’t want Henry. I don’t want anyone but you.”

“And what happens if Henry changes his mind?”

“Changes his mind about what?” She was either a great actress or she didn’t know what I meant.

“About having kids.” I admitted.

She turned so she was straddling my lap. “Henry told you that was the reason we split?” She put her arms around my neck and looked sweetly at me. “Daddy.” The rage had built I me, and I didn’t answer. “Joe,” Her voice was stern now. No sub had ever challenged me like she did. I suspected I was hearing her lawyer voice. “Have you ever known a relationship to end because of one reason?” I hadn’t, but I didn’t need to say it. “When Henry and I ended things, we agreed that telling people it was because he didn’t want kids would be a good enough reason that nobody would ask about other issues. In truth, there were a few reasons we broke up. So, even if he changed his mind, I wouldn’t go back to him.” Her steely gaze bore deep inside me. “I don���t want Henry. I want you.”

Surveying her face, I saw only sincerity and it calmed my rage a bit. “What other reasons?”

She relaxed as she saw she was getting through to me. “For starters? Henry likes to give more pain than I like to receive.”

The mere thought that he could hurt her caused me to bristle again. “Did he hurt you?”

She put a hand on my cheek, running her thumb over my beard. “No, but I know he was disappointed at the amount of pain I could take. Our insane schedules didn’t work either. With him shooting all over the world, and me leaving for months on end for trials, it didn’t work. We didn’t have enough time together.” She looked sweetly at me before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.  “It’s been over for years. Hearts have healed, and I was ready to meet you. You are the man that I want.”

Relief flooded into me as I realized that she didn’t want Henry anymore. “Honestly?”

“My heart, my body, my mind…. They’re all yours. I’m yours.” She kissed me on the tip of my nose sweetly. “Please, tell me you believe me.”

I smoothed my hand down her back and smiled at her. “Yes. I believe you.”

“What are we going to do today, daddy?” She broke the residual tension in the room.

I slid my arms around her waist and caressed her back. “Well, I figured we should probably get to know more about each other. I was thinking breakfast then I’d like to see where you live. Will that be ok?” She nodded happily. “We can also visit my house and go to a nice dinner. What would you like to do this afternoon though?”

She wiggled her eyebrows in an attempt to be sexy, but instead it was just funny. “Calm down, baby girl.” I chuckled. “There will be plenty of time for that.”

She looked a bit dejected but said, “Something I haven’t done in a while, I’d like to take ride through the country. Just get in a car and go.”

“Really? A drive in the country?” Immediately, my plans for this afternoon settled into place. I’d take her to my country house, fuck her out in the open. Fulfill both her desires at the same time. When she nodded her head enthusiastically, I answered. “That sounds great.”

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[yume-fanfare]

translation - the whereabouts of the roast beef

this is a translation of one of the four short stories HoneyWorks posted at the beginning of the pandemic!  it’s written by Kosaka Mari, you can read it in japanese here. this was translated from this spanish translation by mieltrabajos.

Other stories:

Two people at the school festival

Who is the owner?

Aiming towards the heroine, Suzumi Hiyori!

The whereabouts of the roast beef

By the time Shibasaki Aizou finally finished his work it was already night, and he was longing to get home.

Since he debuted as an idol in the unit LIPxLIP he had had a very tight schedule and, as it was to be expected, it only got worse each day.

“That manager… She gives us way too much work…”

When he got home and turned on the lights, his cat, Kuro, ran under the table from the couch where he had been sitting. 

Aizou left the plastic bag he'd been carrying on the table.

“Even this feels like we're in school.”

His partner and him were partly responsible for that day's dance class delay.

He hadn't realized that so much time had passed while he argued about the choreography with Yuujirou. In fact, just remembering his partner's stubborn face, as he wouldn't listen to anyone but himself, made Aizou sick, furrowing his brow.

“I wish he'd listen to other people's opinions sometimes… Hey!”

Kuro leaned over and tried to shove his face inside the bag as Aizou raised his fist while speaking alone. When he noticed, Aizou picked up the cat and placed him on a chair.

“You stay here! This is not for you!”

But even with those words, the cat just licked himself with a mischievous shine in his eyes.

Aizou had no other option but to bring Kuro his food bowl and fill it. That way, the cat started eating next to him.

“Well… what should I do?”

Aizou put his hands on his hips and took the meat out of the plastic bag.

On the way back home I suddenly felt like “Meat… I want to eat meat…” so I went to a 24-hour supermarket and bought some.

He pulled out his cellphone and looked for a recipe online. Once he'd decided what he wanted to cook, he took off his uniform blazer and put on some apron that was lying on a chair.

Two hours later, Aizou had accidentally made roast beef.

“Yes! Perfect!” he cheered and did a victory pose.

“Wait. What am I doing.”

Suddenly recovering his sanity, he leaned over the kitchen table, putting his hands on it.

Why was he roasting beef instead of saving his precious hours of sleep?

Kuro, who was walking around him, sat down and looked up. Aizou looked up too and saw the clock. 2:30 AM.

He had finished, but the tiredness overtook his appetite. He yawned.

“Should I leave it for tomorrow's lunch?” he mumbled in a sigh and grabbed a bento box from a shelf. “Oh, before that.” He pulled out his phone out of the apron's pocket and took a picture of the roast beef.

He sent it to his partner. And, as soon as he did so, the reading receipts showed up. It seemed like he wasn't the only one awake.

He didn't get a reaction or text back, so Yuujirou was probably annoyed too.

Good. I can easily picture his face.

During the dance class he had thrown a ridiculous tantrum after being called “rhythm tone-deaf”.

Aizou packed his food inside a bento box with some rice as a side dish and closed the lid, satisfied. 

“Ok, I finished. Now, I'll take a bath and go to sleep.”

He put the lunch on the table and left the room hugging Kuro.

---

Shibasaki Ken walked down the stairs still half-asleep, carrying Kuro. He placed him on the floor and refilled his water and food bowls.

When he opened the fridge, he found it completely empty except for the cream bun he bought the day before and a plastic water bottle. When he pulled them out and put them on the table, he saw an unknown bento box.

“What's this…?”

He unpacked it and lifted the lid to find some tidily placed roast beef with rice. Ken looked at it, admired, and then started laughing.

“Ohh, this is here to be eaten, right~?”

Kuro walked towards him and Ken picked him up. The cat answered with a meow. Ken put him down again and wrapped the lunchbox.

“I’m so lucky!” he exclaimed.

He put it in his bag and thought about the cream buns, which he ended up leaving in the fridge again.

“Thanks for answering!” he told the cat and left the room in a good mood.

---

The next morning, Aizou woke up later than usual. He ran down the stairs as he put on his blazer.

“Oh, before anything else…!”

He went to the kitchen and pulled out a plastic water bottle. He poured some in a glass and drank from it, then moved to the table.

However, the bento box that should have been there had disappeared. No matter how many times he looked for it, it wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Uh, why…?

Instead, the only thing left were the convenience store-brand cream-filled buns.

(There’s only one person who could have done this.)

Aizou grabbed one of the buns, angry.

When he left the living room towards the main door, he didn’t see the shoes that were always there, next to his. Even though he usually left at the very last minute, when the first period was about to start, it seemed like he’d left early today.

(He escaped!)

Aizou dashed towards the living room, grabbed the cream buns and put them in his bag, which he had thrown on the couch before.

He went back to the doorway and put on his shoes, waved Kuro goodbye, as he had come to see him off, and left the house as he yelled: “I’m leaving!”

“I won’t forgive you!”

He jumped on his bike and started pedaling vigorously.

He had worked hard on roasting the beef after coming back from work.

(In any case, I have to get it back!)

Aizou gained momentum, went down the hill and turned the corner at the next intersection.

---

When the morning classes ended, the girls approached Aizou at his desk.

“Hey, Ai-kun, why don't we have lunch together?”

Aizou got up, mashed cream bun in hand, and ran out of the class saying:

“I'm sorry, I have to leave, there's an emergency!”

Yuujirou, who was sitting at his desk drinking chocolate milk, eyed him. “Huh?”

(I wasn't able to get a hold of him this morning because he was flirting!)

As he ran down the hall, the girls screamed: “Oh, Aizou!”

He pushed them away and kept going down the stairs. Then, someone grabs his collar and pulls him aside.

“Hey, Shibasaki, no running in the halls.”

When Aizou turned around, he was met with his homeroom teacher, Akechi.

(While I'm here, my roast beef is being…!)

“Teacher, I'm on a rush!” he said hurriedly and teacher Akechi let go off his clothes.

However, it seemed like he wouldn't be able to leave yet.

“By the way, it seems like Someya and you are the only ones who haven't turned in the club orientation form?”

“Do we have to do this now?”

“You're quite behind the deadline, aren't you?”

Mr. Akechi put his hands in his lab coat's pockets and gave him a look of disapproval.

“Ooh, Aizou is being scolded by the teacher~” some of his female classmates giggled as they passed by.

(Why am I receiving a lecture right when I have to leave?)

Aizou made eye contact, although he was uncomfortable, and tried to make an entrance to escape.

“We don't really want to enroll in any clubs… I mean, we're already idols!”

“Don't run!”

Ignoring Mr Akechi's upset voice, he ran away again.

---

(Where are you….)

As he looked around the second year halls, he heard a girl call out to him.

“Hey!”

It was most likely because there weren't many students around.

“What's the matter, Aizou?”

“What are you looking for?”

(Ugh!)

He involuntarily tensed up and he backed down a couple of steps.

“No… It's just…”

It was hard to look for him with that group of students.

“I'm sorry, I think I made a mistake!” he blurted out and ran away from the scene.

“He's so cute!” the older girls giggled.

He blushed at those words as he ran down the stairs.

(There's so many obstacles in the second year classrooms!)

That way, he couldn't get near the classroom.

(Wait… I don't know which one he's in!)

The realization hit him as he reached the first floor, doubling over and putting his hands on his knees.

“Oh, but I only have to find wherever he eats lunch!” he accidentally said out loud, and a passing boy looked at him confused.

(Maybe at the courtyard?)

Aizou was running again before realizing.

“My roast beef~”

---

When lunchtime came, Ken invited Kotarou and Kodai to the rooftop, and as they sat against the railing, he took the bento box out of his bag.

“You're eating bento today, Shibaken? That's rare to see,” Kodai commented in disbelief while eating his own yakisoba bread.

Usually, Ken just bought some rice balls and bread at the convenience store.

“It was on the table when I woke up this morning.”

“Wow!” Kotarou side-eyed the bento box as he ate his rice balls. “Did you make it yourself?”

“I don't know who made it. Someone who occasionally shows up at home?” when answered with a smile, his friends were glad to see him happy.

“I'm kind of jealous…”

“It's okay, you can eat my leftovers,” he waved his hand and started downing the food.

(Um…)

“Can he cook…?” he asked no one in particular, but then smiled and answered himself I don't think so.

---

“Where could you be...?”

The girl standing next to the vending machine stared at Aizou as he yelled and ran down the halls. Her long hair swung from side to side.

“Shibasaki's little brother...?”

When she asked that Aizou's legs stopped to a halt.

(The girl who brought Kuro!)

Someone I met in my neighborhood once.

I don't know what kind of relationship they have nor I want to know, but she's at least an acquaintance of mine. And it seems she's in the same class as my older brother.

“What's the matter?”

“I'm… looking for someone.”

Holding eye contact with her wasn't easy. He was an idol, but he didn't get along well with women. Plus, if he was seen talking to one, who knows which future rumors might spread.

Usually, he'd just ignore her and keep going, but this was an emergency so he couldn't flee.

“Well, I don't know what it is but… it seems like it's difficult.” Maybe, Aizou thought, the senior girl was trying to sympathize with him.

He finally met her eyes and sighed.

“Maybe they're at the rooftop… Why don't you check there?”

“The rooftop…?”

Aizou lifted his head. The school's rooftop had flowerbeds and benches, and some students had lunch there when the weather was nice.

(There!)

“Thank you, senpai!” He grinned and turned around.

Holding the juice box she'd gotten from the vending machine, she stared at him with wide eyes, a bit surprised about the term he'd used.

---

After dashing up the stairs that led to the rooftop, Aizou flung the door open. The strong breeze moved his blazer.

“My roast beef!” he yelled, and the three people eating at the rooftop turned to look at him.

My brother Ken and his friends.

Then, he saw that the bento box Ken was holding was empty except for a bit of parsley.

“My…! My…!”

Aizou fell to his knees.

(I was too late!)

Kodai turned towards Ken.

“Looks like it was him after all.”

“Huh? Shibaken's got a little brother?” Kotarou looked at both of them while holding a rice ball.

“You didn't know him?” Ken threw an arm around Aizou's shoulders.

“Why don't you make your own lunch instead of stealing other's?” his voice shaking with rage, Aizou slowly got up. “It was my lunch!” He pointed at Ken angrily and left with a sigh.

Ken walked towards his brother, not troubled in the slightest.

“What?!”

With a cheerful tone, Ken handed his brother the empty bento box. 

“Delicious.”

He patted Aizou's head softly and walked inside the school building in a good mood.

(What the hell…!)

Holding the lunchbox with only parsley, Aizou teared his hopes into pieces.

At least, he felt like his brother's friends sympathized with him.

---

The next Saturday morning, Aizou did a decided pose.

“All right, let's do it again!” he said as he finally put roast beef inside his lunchbox again. “I could become an expert on this,” he murmured happily, putting the bento inside his backpack.

Since they didn't have class that day, his brother must still be asleep. Or at least there weren't any signs of him going downstairs.

(I won't let the same error happen again!)

Aizou laughed softly and declared: “This time, I'll eat roasted beef! Let's go!”

He petted Kuro's head, who was sitting in his chair, grabbed his backpack and ran towards the door.

That day he had to meet up for some recordings and magazine interviews. After that, he had lessons, so he'd be back home by midnight, as usual.

When he left his house, their manager's car was waiting for him outside, engine running.

---

When they finished their morning work and went back to the office, they took a small lunch break.

Aizou bought a can of coffee from the vending machine on the first floor and hummed as he got onto the elevator.

As he got to the office floor, a staff member congratulated him:

“Aizou-kun, good work!”

“Good work~!” he greeted back with a smile and then laughed and said to himself: “What am I doing?”

“Did this morning's recording go well?”

“Indeed!” he grinned and waved before leaving for the break room.

(The roast beef is waiting for me!)

When he opened the door, he saw that Yuujirou was already having lunch there.

“Good work!” he told him.

He got a tired “good work” in return.

Aizou grabbed a foldable chair and sat down next to him. He glanced at the bento Yuujirou was eating.

“...!!!!????”

He looked at it again.

It was the lunchbox that Aizou had brought.

And it was almost empty.

Yuujirou was making a grimace and his mouth moved with disgust.

However, on the table laid two convenience store rice balls. Probably it was the manager in training who bought them.

(I… had left it on the table!)

He had only left it alone for a second when he took it out of his bag and went to the vending machine to get coffee. Since he had gotten to the office, he'd been glad it wouldn't be like last time.

Aizou banged the table with his hands.

(Noooo!)

“I didn't need the bell peppers.” Yuujirou had pushed them to the side and looked at them with disgust.

“You didn't need any of it! So eat the peppers too!”

“They're bitter, so no.” Yuujirou frowned and turned around.

“Eat them! You already ate it, so at least eat all of it!”

“No way. Why did you put bell peppers in it!?”

“It wasn't for you. Don't be stingy when you're eating someone else's bento!”

Since he was losing the argument, Yuujirou stomped on the floor like a child.

“Roast beef shouldn't be so dry. You overcooked it!”

“Hah?!? What are you talking about. It was perfect!”

(Ugh, today, today's being absolutely the worst!)

“I'll let you know!”

“Haah?! Try me!!”

Right when a physical fight was about to break, the door swung open.

“Hey boys, good work~ … !!!!” Hiyori, their manager in training, dropped her plastic water bottle on the floor. “You’re fighting again!”

Aizou and Yuujirou pointed at each other and said at the same time:

“This guy is the worst!”

[bluedemon1995]

New story because apparently I don’t have anything better to do. Yet I do and sorry for not finishing other stories!!!

Chapter 1

KNOCK< KNOCK>KNOCK

I slowly lift my head up from my arms looking side to side, where apparently, I fell asleep. At my desk. With all the lights on. And the TV on. Way too loud. And did I mention the lights, which are so damn bright that they are hurting my eyes. In fact, I think my foot is asleep and I feel cold, freezing in fact. My body aches as I gradually move, clutching my fingers in and out to get some feeling, ugh I drooled on my paperwork! Well, shit, I absently rub at the wet spot and blink repeatedly. What is actually going on?

I hate when I fall asleep while working at my table or desk. Oh well, who am I kidding, it’s not the first time and sadly it won’t be the last. Groggily I try to focus on the numbers on my clock, rubbing my eyes to see it’s a little after 2 am. Who the heck could it be? Shit they are persistent, I’ll give them that.

<KNOCK, KNOCK> Good news never arrives at 2 am. Suddenly, I’m wide awake, with my stomach in knots as I trip my way to the door while hurriedly scrubbing my face (I definitely don’t want drool on it), finally stumbling to the door. I rush to unlock the door and yank it open it as I yawn and push my hair out of my face. Damn I really need a trim, its too damn long. Again.

I look up, and up to see…Krolia?!?! I lean around and look for Keith or Cosmo, nope.

“Hey, Krolia, um, hi? What can I do for you?” Yep, definitely not fully awake yet I open the door anyways and indicate she should enter. I look down, um… yeah…I’m in my brother’s old Garrison t-shirt and some fluffy socks. And that’s it. FUUUCCKKKK….I vaguely remember spilling coke on my pants, which is why when I look back I see my pants are on the floor by the chair so yeah, I am pant-less…and braless catching sight of my bra…also on the floor…well, why are those things so uncomfortable anyways?

Does anyone really wear them once they get home? I think not! Ugh. I indicate she should take a seat on the couch while I try to evaluate what’s going on. Hopefully she doesn’t notice my lack of attire. She looks serious but honestly I don’t think I ever see her relaxed so …I’m just going to take a leap and assume my attire doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. She’s a girl so no surprises anyway. And at least I woke up and answered the door, which isn’t a given knowing my sleep patterns once I knock out. God, I get enough teasing!

“Pidge, you should not just open your door like that, you didn’t even ask who it was! I could be a dangerous person!” Krolia states in her very calm and serious voice as she takes a seat. Sitting very straight up like she’s in a meeting at a boardroom. Or a spaceship. What she doesn’t look like is a person sitting in my messy front room in the middle of the night on my couch. Ah well.

As I lock the door, I slowly turn to walk over and reply, “Well, you ARE a very dangerous person but good news, so am I! So, not that I’m NOT happy to see you, but it is 2 am so I imagine this is not a social call. What’s up? Where’s Keith and Cosmo? Do you need my awesome tech skills?” Chuckling I add, “What, was Keith afraid to ask?”

Krolia fidgets and finally I get a good look at her eyes-shit she looks … worried … scared … now I’m back to high alert. “I am sorry to interrupt your rest. But Keith has been captured by some … hostiles on a planet we were giving aid to. The Blades want to wait and discuss what should be done. Negotiate. Talk … make plans, wait, argue. I find, that, well, that I simply cannot comply. Not now. I cannot abide by the Blade rules, not with Keith being held. As a prisoner.”

Suddenly I’m fully awake. I interrupt, waving my hand around like I can put the words back in her mouth. “Shit, shit shite! Okay, no problem. Is he, like…ok, do you know where he is? Who has him? How the hell did this happen and why am I just finding out about this!”

Krolia lets out a breath, not breaking eye contact with me, “Yes, I do. They are essentially holding him for ransom and, and I, I left the Blades when they started negotiating with them, going back and forth over the details. Like he was a spacecraft or some bargain or trinket to haggle over. That is NOT acceptable. We are not in the middle of a war. I refuse to let him think I have given him up.”

I can literally see the sadness in her eyes, and I know, she’s thinking again. I recognize guilt when I see it. Continuing, she sits even straighter, “But, I have not been able to see him in over a… week, I think is your measurement? I asked Cosmo to bring me to Earth for help. And here I am. He brought me to you.”

I nod, pulling at my hair, thinking THANK GOD! While initially I was in the process of sitting; now I’m pacing the length of the room, trying to think and come up with a plan, a good one, one that gets Keith out in one piece. “Okay, okay, I can work with this. I’ve been working on a spaceship in my spare time and it’s functional though not pretty. I can call Shiro, Hunk and Matt, they can meet us. I’ll text my parents, and I’m going to let Lance know and either he can be our home base, or we can pick him up. Oh, and I have to let Coran know.”

Looking at her, then down at my half dressed self, “So shit, I need you to give me 10 minutes and we can leave.” I look back up to Krolia who has tears in her eyes. Oh no!!! I can’t take a mom crying. I have too much guilt from leaving my own mom, I can’t take this.

I impulsively grab her hands, “Hey! No worries, they don’t know who they messed with! We’ll get him back in no time. Honestly, I’m surprised we haven’t had to rescue him sooner! You know his winning personality and all.” I give her a small encouraging smile and not seeing any relief, I end up giving her a hug. I hate to see the worry in her eyes, it reminds me too much of the look my mom had, for far too long. And I know how much Keith loves his mom, he wouldn’t want her to worry. And it’s Krolia.

Krolia hugs me tightly for a few minutes.Then she leans back and looks at me and says somberly, “I prepared a whole speech. I thought I would have to try and convince you to come and help.” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, “You are breaking the rules, true? Cosmo obviously knew better than I who to come to. Thank you~~”

Impulsively I lean forward and give her another much longer hug, more of a squeeze, trying to stop the words coming out of her mouth. And I end up just hold her tight rubbing her back. “Hey, it’s okay!!!”

*Flash* Cosmo is suddenly here and cuddled up to the both of us. In his teeth he has something of Keiths? Maybe his shirt. Awwwww, “Hey boy, don’t worry we are going to get our guy!” I don’t know how long the three of us huddle together. But, we need to get moving. I need to do something!

I stand, take a deep cleansing breath and say, “Okay, first things first, let me get dressed, second let me make some calls and let the guys know what’s going on then Cosmo can take us in a flash to my ship.”

At her nod, I rush to my room, grab my bag and run into the bathroom. I’m rapidly calculating the logistics. What do we absolutely need, what would be nice and what might be a problem to get. Is the ship really ready? Do we tell any of the other team members or is it better if Griffin and the others can claim ignorance? As I get ready, I’m quickly coming up with lists and to dos. Rapidly making lists in my head I instinctively sort what needs to be done now and what can be saved for later. I need to move quickly because, well, it’s Keith. I don’t have time to go through proper channels. It’s imperative we get him back.

After I’m dressed and have gone over the lists in my head few more times, I finally feel ready enough to to call Shiro, fill him in and give him a list of essentials. He doesn’t hesitate to agree, saying he can leave the Atlas ASAP, but he does need to talk to Curtis first. I ask if he can clear the way with the Garrison. He quickly agrees, asking what he can take off my plate, what he can do, and given some duties he quickly hangs up focused and determined as ever.

Both of us are now completely concentrating on our individual tasks. Thank goodness, this is one of the times that I realize that Shiro really just steadies me. I don’t even need to see him in person, just hearing his voice tell me we got this, I believe we do. Not to mention that I trust him with my life. Yeah, that’s like solid gold.

Next is Hunk, who is on the Atlas as well, so luckily, I only have to make one stop. He quickly agrees and says he will meet with Shiro at the pickup point. I debate who to call next. I end up calling Lance, who I don’t want to upset, because he is going through such a rough time. I know I’ve been babying him, hell we all have. But ultimately, I feel like he has a right to decide for himself whether he wants to come along. He’s still part of us, the original team. He isn’t a kid and I know he has come a long way in the grieving process. Besides, how could I not tell him? That would be the ultimate insult even if I was just protecting him.

Or at least for me it would be. So, I take a deep breath and wonder if he will even answer, after all, it’s late for a farmer and Lance…is still dealing with things.

“Lance, Pidge.”

He kinda chuckles or wheezes? which is as close to a laugh as he gets now a days, “Yeah I know. Don’t you ever sleep? Did you forget how many bushels equal a peck?”

I smile, “Yeah, every decaphoeb or so I sleep and I know one bushel is four pecks, smart ass. Look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there is no easy way to say this, so here I am. I’m going to do this my way and gonna just rip the band aid off. Keith has been…captured and is being held for ransom. The Blades want to wait and negotiate a return, which has no firm deadline. Krolia came to me and well, we are going to get him. You can come or you can coordinate for us from home or really whatever you want. No pressure, seriously, I know you are recalibrating and, shit, you don’t even have to come, I don’t know what I was even thinking. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even called, this is probably bringing up all kinds of”

Lance interjects, calmly, “Pidge.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I well, I still have to tell my parents and ask Matt if he wants in. Lance, really, whatever you want to do is fine. Take a little time to decide. Whatever you need.”

I hear him take halting breath, “If you think I won’t hurt your chances, or his, I want to be there. I want to help.”

I smirk, and can’t help but reply, “Dude since when has hurting our chances ever stopped you from coming along!”

He almost laughed again, replying “Yeah, yeah, ok, should I go to the Atlas? Will that be easier? Is that where you are all meeting up? How can I help you?”

I smile and nod, even though he can’t see me, “Yeah, um, the Atlas- that works. I’m getting supplies and will be in route shortly. So, um, I kinda made this, um, ship”

He interrupts, actually laughing, for reals, “Of course you did! Look, call your mom-don’t text! And EAT! I’ll be waiting for you on the Atlas. Sharpshooter out.”

I hit the hang up button, take a deep breath and call my mom. This is the call I’m kinda actually afraid of making. What if she says no. I mean, I’m going and all, but, I don’t want to hurt her. She’s been through so much and I still feel the pain of causing her more pain. While she never said she holds it against me, honestly, I don’t see how. I also don’t want to scare her but hostile aliens and me are not a good combo to mention.

And now, seeing Krolia, so sad and un-Krolia like really made me feel bad all over again for what my mom went through. And it was probably worse because she had no idea what happened to me. Which is why I’m calling even when I don’t want to. She listens to my rambling explanation, without saying a word, and ultimately just states, “Honey, just be careful, and, no arguments, Matt is going with you. NOPE, I just said no arguments. I’ll wake him and have him meet you at the ship. I assume you are taking the ship you are building, but correct me if I’m wrong. I’d hate to send Matt to the wrong place.”

“Mom…I…I’m…” softly, I don’t have a better response than “thanks.” I can literally feel my eyes well up with tears, God why do I want to cry?!

She must hear the tears in my voice because before I know it she says, “Honey, I’m your mom, what do you think, you have secrets?” Softly chuckling, she whispers, “Just, promise me, you’ll be careful. I know you have to go, and I’ll tell your dad. So don’t worry about that. But I need you to come back with your guy, safely and unhurt. Please. And thanks for calling first this time! I can see that your last punishment has really made a lasting impression.”

“Haha, yeah mom, just for you” but then what she said hits me…square in my red face, more seriously - I whisper furiously, “I love you, thanks for understanding mom, but you know he’s not my…GUY. He’s my TEAMMATE. I mean he’s ALL of our team’s person.”

My mom laughs and says “Sure thing, honey. You are right, because you always go off into space for people you don’t love! Let Krolia know I’m here for her and if you need back up, just call, seriously call, I’ll move heaven and earth for you” (is that a sigh) “always …love you. Be safe. Please.”

We hang up and I shoot a text to my dad, I know my mom is going to tell him everything but seriously, I may need back up so it is better to be safe and tell him what I know and share plans as I go. I grab my bag to leave and turn off the lights. No second thoughts, just going through my mental list, this is for Keith after all.

Krolia stands, “Are you sure? You are already done? Who can help?”

I look up, firm and resolute, ”It’s Keith” I helplessly shrug, “…we are all going.”

She looks kinda well, honestly, weird, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dragged you all into this. Your mom must…”

I know where this is headed… nowhere helpful. She has to know that I’d move heaven and hell for Keith. Any of us would. So I simply, grab her arm and walk her out my door, making sure my door is locked (can’t have a repeat of two weeks ago) and hold onto Cosmo.

“Krolia, no offense, but you couldn’t stop me, or us. Any of us. And my mom knows I, or rather, WE wouldn’t leave Keith hanging. So, it’s cool.” I look around and make sure I have all the supplies that are necessary as well as the minor things like locking my door tight and things are turned off. “Alright, Krolia, let’s go get our guy. Cosmo, who’s a good boy?!? Please take me to my workstation, boy.”

As we flash out, I send a hopeful thought into the universe, please keep all those I love safe. Please.

[lordseochangbin]

lordseochangbin’s jype series smut: music producer

requested: daddy kink 

you shoved your face into the pillow, crashing onto the couch as you seemed to fail yet again at making a beat for the new track you were walking on. you dressed well today, a tight black skirt with a black denim skirt that hugs your waist but it didn’t change your mood nor your ability to make music.

honestly speaking you were new to the studio, starting off other producers saw your potential and decided to have you be the main producer for one of jyp’s newest girl groups.

this was an amazing job, considering you had left america to pursue a career and you felt you had zero confidence in actually making it in. but now here you were, having a mental breakdown in the studio after getting two hours of sleep trying to cram in a nice track before the deadline.

it was stressful.

you managed to keep your eyes open in front of the computer screen fiddling with some last minute adjustments before you could here one of jyp’s music directors come in.

considering he didn’t speak proper english and it had only been your second week into your korean class, it was hard to communicate back and forth.

“how is your work?” the director asked confidently.

you turned around in excitement from the english, not sure if you understood correctly due to the accent.

“i haven’t finished it yet, im so sorry. just give me another 2 hours ill get it done!!”

the director glared at you in confusion but by your expression figured what had happened.

“argh!” he exclaimed, “i can’t work with these american producers!”

your eyes started to tear up. this was the downside of being in korea, you always felt left out. of course korea is open to visitors but living here felt like an outsider in a different world and the fact that you had no time to do your korean classes didn’t help much.

as you whipped your tears you felt a tall blonde enter the room, his confidence gleaming almost as if he owned the room. “did you need my help?” he peeked in whispering to the director.

his hair was wet, his shirt damp of sweat from practicing with the rest of his group. it was bang chan, the leader of stray kids. part of the musical group 3racha, whose beats you had always admired.

the director came to chan and whispered a new words into his ear before turning back to you and waving goodbye. “take care...”

chan stood there for a few seconds, then walking about to the couch and sitting down. you turned around to view him from the front of your recording set.

“hi, my names y/n”

“haha, i know. i’ve seen you around! nice to meet you”

“you too!! wow im really sorry to interrupt you during practice i know it’s probably hard to cram in all this stuff an-���

“don’t worry about it. id love to help you” bang chan interrupted, pulling out his laptop.

you sat next to him as he pulled out some tracks, “here let me show you some 3racha tracks that i have.. just the music”

one of the tracks started playing causing your jaw to drop, “dude!! that beat is sick!” you praised.

bang chan’s eyes widened as he tried to pause the song, “wait this track-” you listened attentively, wondering why bang chan wouldnt be proud of it

“chan what’s the problem?” before chan could pause the track you heard the sounds of heavy moans added to the background, causing you to bite your lip

chan shut down the laptop, looking towards you in embarrassment. 

“i..i’m sorry about that y/n”

you laughed as his cheeks turned red, “pfft, sorry? that’s exactly why girls are on their knees for you chan. you’re literally the hot shot of stray kids”

chan raised his eyebrows at your response, “you think so?”

“pfft.. don’t get too flattered. that’s everyone else’s opinion”

he placed a hand on your knee, pulling himself closer to you almost inches away from your face. “maybe i could change that”

you placed a finger under his chin, pulling him even closer. “the only thing i need help with...” you pushed him to the side before continuing, “is my music”

“oh come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hips making you fall onto his lap.

chan pulled back from hair from your face before staring lustfully into your eyes, “y/n.. i think the first thing you need to do is get rid of that stress.”

you pulled away from his lap, lying on your stomach as you buried yourself into the pillow. you were unconvinced that chan could help you with just that before he gripped his hands onto your shoulders, massaging them gently. 

it was a few seconds of heaven as he rolled his palms on your back, “chan.. that feels so good..how did you-”

chan removed his hands, laughing as you turned around. “chan.. why’d you stop?”

“i dont think i can continue to help, you said i wasn’t the hot shot of stray kids” he shrugged, putting his laptop away.

you watched as he stood up, is he being for real?

“no wait chan-” you sighed, rolling your eyes. you approached him slowly, covering the door so he couldn’t leave

“you are.. the most hottest, sexiest, cutest member of stray kids” you continued sarcastically

“i think you forgot talented.” he said

“i think we can leave that out for today” you grabbed his hand, guiding him back to the couch.

“now help me.. pleaseeee” you pleaded.

“honestly speaking, i think you need to find some sort of inspiration”

“what’s yours? sex?” you spurted out

chans jaw clenched, making you stutter a bit. “l-look sorry i tend to be a little-”

“no..” chan interrupted, his voice low. “i get it. you think you’re funny right? flirty? with you skirt so close to your cunt.. i could fuck you over in seconds. i’m gonna tease you everyday until you break”

you laughed, slapping your hand onto his chest. “chan.. or chris. i know i’ve only been here for a few months and you might think of me as inexperienced in music, but i have to confess i am much more experienced in other things.”

you grabbed his hand, placing it under your skirt as he grabbed your thigh. “so if you think you’re ‘turning me on’ right now, or whatever the fuck you think you’re doing chan, try again” you smiled widely before standing up to grab your things and left the room.

perhaps you could say you took chan’s breath away. he had never met a girl as sexy as you. compared to the way you looked when he came to now, it was almost like you had a switch to you. you realized it to, how did his presence bring you such confidence? 

chan kept his word. with every interaction he found some way to get his hands on you, some way to keep you distracted, some way to get you riled up. but you contained all of this distress until you got home, determined to make sure he doesn’t get what he wants. 

but the dildo didn’t help.

should you give him a shot? you wondered to yourself

the question got you thinking about bang chan all night in bed until you decided to text him.

me: chan.. it’s y/n 

bang chan: aw babygirl, feeling needy now?

you read the message smirking as you imagined bang chan at your door. you thought about it, maybe he was as sexy as his fans put him out as. 

your reply said nothing of the sort.

me: no, i just needed up with music

bang chan: are you sure it’s just music y/n?

your legs started the grab the comforter, no longer being able to take the heat in between them

me: no.. i

me: i just cant stop thinking about you in between my legs. i want you so bad

bang chan: y/n.. now thats what i like to hear

bang chan: i swear to you one night i wont stop fucking you until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name

you gasped at the text, throwing your phone on the floor and grabbing your pillow. your cheeks flushed red at the thought of bang chan, what he was capable of. that night you went to bed thinking about him right next to you, he was even in your dreams. you had fallen in love with bang chan.

~~~

the next day around 8 am when you arrived at the jyp building you walked down the hall full of studios, interrupted by a hand that slammed you hard against the wall.

“missed me?” bang chan asked

you scoffed under your breath, “you wish” you replied before continuing the walk. once you opened the door to the studio you were off the floor and inside the arms of bang chans’. 

“this outfit of yours is really nice, for whom? i wonder” you wore a white crop top with a black and red plaid skirt, along with some combat boots to complete a cute school girl look, which obviously turned him on.

“chan..chan the music” you responded, realizing the director might come soon.

“ok i finished editing the track you need to show to the director, he should be here in 30” he said, carefully putting you on the black leather couch. 30 minutes...would that be enough?

the second he sat on the couch you couldn’t hold back anymore. you trapped him against the cushion, thrashing your lips against his, rolling your hips on him, your hands exploring all over bang chan. you wanted it all.

the kiss took him by surprise, his hands picking you up from the bottom of your thighs and lifting you onto his lap. 

your core felt like soaring fire at this point, and it being pressed against his cock didn’t help a single bit. 

“daddy please.. i need you right now. all i can think about is you. you teased me enough please” you whimpered.

“i’m sorry.. what did you call me?”

“d-daddy. please fuck me” you panted, the feeling of member growing under you was taunting. you couldn’t stand it anymore, and bang chan loved that.

“fuck.. look at my babygirl” he said, his thumb sliding across his cheeks before he could harshly grab your chin. “y/n is so good and submissive.. and its 8 in the morning, i can only imagine how much sleep you lost last night”

he forced two digits to pass your lips, “suck”. his thumb held your face straight, his eyes dark and full of need as you grind on his hips, him jerking into you every once in awhile.

soon he dragged his fingers away from your lips, leaving them to part as he removes his t-shirt and soonly after both of your clothes and thrown onto the hard floor. 

“chan.. he’s coming in 25 minutes we’re gonna get caugh-”

chan sealed your worries with a kiss, his fingers playing around your folds as he felt your bare skin against his. 

it was weird, you thought, to see him bare naked under you. his member was massive as well, the thought of it inside you leaving you to drool.

chan’s member brushed against your entrance making you grip tighter on his arms. “chan” you pouted, “just fuck me already”

your actions resulting in a few spanking from chan however, “what did you call me babygirl?” 

his voice made you whimper, your voice stuttering as you replied, “d-d-daddy... please i need you so bad”

chan smirked, “you’re not such a good girl anymore huh? always in need of daddy’s big cock”

“my daddy is the bestest” you replied innocently, taking chan by surprise when you get on all floors, yourself in between in legs as you lick a strip of his member.

“y/n...” he softly moaned your name, giving you motivation to suck on his dick. 

his hands grabbed your hair, pushing you closer to him and fucking your mouth. chan smirked as you looked up to him, the way you made him feel, like he was the most blessed man on this planet.

“you’re so beautiful” he praised as you sucked on his tip, his hips bucking as he fucked you harder. you leaned back this time, your core throbbing on inactivity, your fingers not helping a single bit. 

it was about time when you got on top of chan, sinking down on his member slowly. your teeth gnawed onto chan’s neck as you felt your walls being stretched to his size, “you’re so big daddy”

chan sped up his pace with no warning, giving you no time to adjust. your hands gripped onto his shoulders as your heard chan say, “i-i think i’m gonna cum. you sucked me off so well babygirl”

“let’s ride it off together” you said in a shaky voice. seconds later, both of you released on each other before you could hear a few knocks from the door. frantically you jumped from chan’s lap, throwing him his clothes and putting on yours.

“i’m coming!!” you replied.

“that’s what she said” chan replied with a smirk, you sending a deadly glare at him as you forced on your skirt. 

“help me with this?” you asked chan, gesturing at your zipper.

“are you wearing no underwear?” your eyes glowed as you shut his mouth, running over to answer the door. you felt relieved almost, despite your job being at stake if the music wasn’t good enough. you opened the door to see the tall man with a suit on. 

“how’d she do?” the director asked chan as he walked into the studio.

“y/n.. she was perfect.”

[lydixa-petal]

Chapter 4 - The Bond of a Soulmate

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Warnings - Heightened Anxiety, Panic Attack, let me know if theres anymore. 

Word Count - 2022

Ships - Prinxiety/ Logicality.

Virgil was sure he was going insane in this bird cage that they called a palace, he was surrounded and taken care of by more people than he had ever met in his life, but he felt more alone than ever.

Everyday it felt like he was getting to see another part of the palace, with Joan, Talyn and Remy and it was getting bigger and bigger even though it had only been a month since he had left. While Joan, Talyn and Remy had all been awesome and great people to be around, but sometimes the lessons were to much and he was glad at least than Joan and Talyn understood. They asked for there to be a day that he wouldn’t have to be in the lessons, and he could just have a mental health day instead, but with the six-month deadline there wasn’t time for a missed day each week. Joan and Talyn were always easier on him on days that they knew he wasn’t feeling his best, but Remy wasn’t always the best at telling when he wasn’t feeling great, but Joan and Talyn were always quick to mention it.

They made the palace feel less like a cage, but it didn’t stop it from feeling suffocating at least once every day. He hadn’t noticed how much Roman had been around him since they had become friends, the palace had given him loneliness once more and taken his friends away from him. He quickly began to look forward to talking to Roman, Logan and Patton in the morning and evenings  and would dread the lessons, but his friends told him always that they were still rooting for him.

Joan, Talyn and Remy all reminded him of his friends. Joan was very Roman, loud (when he wanted to be), open and ‘extra’ in a sense, Talyn was more down to earth like Patton, they were caring and always wondered if you were okay and Remy’s opinion and ability to be blunt was very reminiscent of Logan, although he was like Roman a lot too.

The first month had past, thankfully, very quickly for Virgil. The mornings never got easier and neither did the work, but he was sure he’d be fine by the end of it and would simply decide to be a more relaxed and laid back King (if that was even possible).

The days became longer when the end of the first month came and Remy came into the office, mid lesson with Joan and Talyn about some allies to make an announcement to the group and specifically Virgil.

“Next week, the Prince of Astra, Virgil Nightwalker,” Virgil groaned at his full name, “will make an announcement. Is it required of all citizens to witness the first vision of the up and coming future King and it would be in all Citizen’s best interest to hear what he has to say. Regards Queen Lucy.” Remy concluded, watching Virgil’s reactions carefully.

“A speech?” Virgil said to himself quietly, “The entire Kingdom to witness?” he added, shaking lightly at the general thought of even standing and speaking at dinners with his grandmother and mother, let alone the entire kingdom.

“You’ll be trained in public speaking for the next few days, hopefully to make it easier for you. So, your king training is going to pause for a little while.” Remy continued, continuing to watch Virgil as he pushed away the paper work as fast as possible, glad to finally be free of the confines that the paper brought him. Talyn and Joan both laughed, the latter placing their book back onto the shelf while the former sorted the papers, piling them up and placing it on the shelf just below where Joan had put the book.

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“How did I get here?” Virgil asked, his body shook, as he stared at the cards in his hands, the words blurry with the clamminess of his entire body. Joan stood next to him, straightening his dark purple suit against his skin, uncomfortable in his own body. His own skin. His fight or flight reflexes screaming at him to run and hide until the entire day was over. Until this nightmare was over and return home a failure but back to his friends. But his feet remained planted on the marble floor, his eyes on the cards in front of him and his ear hearing the crowd outside and his grandmothers voice echoing through the room.

His mother stepped towards her shaking son, taking him in her arms and holding him tight. He listened to her breathing and tried to match it with his own, but it wasn’t working. The hardest part wasn’t even over yet, he still had to get out on that stage. “You’ll be okay, Vi.” She promised holding his body tightly.

“Let’s give him a warm Astra welcome, Prince Virgil!” His mother let go, but his body struggled to move up the steps, he took it slow and steady. The crowd roared at his presence, and he almost stepped back. One of the men on the balcony caught him and gave him a slight nudge forward. He stood behind the microphone, he refused to look at the crowd and preferred to look at the shaky typed speech in front of him.

“I-“he started, his throat caught as he started, just wanting today to be over. He coughed away from the microphone before starting again, and he reminded himself that this was just like another speech at school. “I, Virgil Nightwalker, your prince and heir to the throne am proud,” Lie,” to present and introduce myself to you for the first time today.” His voice trembled as he spoke, but he urged himself to keep speaking. He wanted to look up, find Roman in the crowd and know that everything was going to be ok before he continued but he knew that if he looked up Roman wouldn’t be there with a smile to urge him on, he’d find thousands of people watching and staring at him, wondering who this mystery boy could be.

“While I’m rather timid-”

Understatement.

“I will try my best today to introduce myself to you, as your prince and heir. I’ve known I was a prince for a while, and I’m sure a lot of you want to know why you’ve not gotten the change to meet me until now, the truth is I’d had a normal life up until I was 11, when I was told for the first time of the changes, and the truth of my very existence.”

No, not good, I haven’t looked up yet. No eye contact, a bad prince.

“I was given the promise of a normal life, until I was ready to come to meet you all-“

Lie.

“And while I’m not too sure I am ready; I remain hopeful to be your guide and prince in the future.”

I know I’m not ready. Look up Virgil.

“My life got turned upside down when the announcement was made on my behalf by our Queen, but I am thankful-“

Lie.

“that I came to the palace, and my true home to be with her. Where I belong.”

LOOK UP VIRGIL!

And he did, he watched the faces in the crowd, searching for something. ANYthing to ground him enough to get through the other half of his speech. But there was nothing. He felt his breath begin to pick up and his eyes began to dart.

He looked back down at the cards in his hands, but the writing was a blur, the words smearing together on the silver cards, he wanted to run, hide, anything but be here. But he couldn’t. He had to end it, but he wasn’t even sure he could get another word out.

“I- uh- I tha- thank you so- so much for your attention, I present- her highness, the q- queen t-to you all now.” He bolted, he wasn’t even sure he’d said it, but he ran. Faster than he ever had before, he had made it to his room as people came rushing around the corner, he flung open the door, slamming it behind him, locking it firmly and curled up on his bed, hyperventilating.

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He wasn’t sure when and how he drifted off to sleep in the uncomfortable purple suit, but he woke up to a late afternoon and a phone call. He didn’t bother checking the caller ID before knowing it was Roman, he pulled the phone to his ear quickly, pressing the ‘accept call’ button before saying “Roman” into his phone with urgency and plead.

“No honey, it’s Mom.” Her voice called out on the other side of the phone, he had half a mind to hang up, knowing full well this was her only way of communicating with him, unless Talyn, Joan or Remy let her in. “I know you don’t want to talk but I just wanted you to know it wasn’t that bad.”

He almost laughed, he did a little, a laugh that was mocking. “yeah right.” He said, sitting up and pulling off the suits satin purple jacket and undoing the top button of his button up shirt, loosening the tie around his neck. “I bet they hate me, think I’m a coward or a whimp.” He mumbled the last bit to himself.

“Actually, quite the opposite, I’ve been reading the reports on your speech since this morning, sweetheart.” He walked over to his desk where his hoodie was on the back of his seat, she’s just sugar coating it. He thought before she continued in his ear, “They think your refreshing Vi, a big change from your grandmother, they don’t blame you either, the public thinks it was a pretty rational reaction for that big of a crowd for your first speech, they almost think it was cruel sending you out to address the entire country.” He didn’t talk, sat in his desk looking at the papers of jibberish on the mahogany wood, he listened closely though, every word echoing in his mind.

“My point was they don’t blame you Vi, a lot of us who came running after you just wanted to check that you were okay. Your grandmother wants you at dinner though, I will cover for you if you don’t want to be there though, Vi.” This was a first, his mother covering for him. That’s never happened before.

He found his voice, filling the silence of not only his room but the phone call, “Yeah, I’m not feeling that up to it.” His mother agreed to say that Virgil didn’t pick up the phone when she called, and she’d assumed he was asleep when she had called him. He muttered an ‘I love you, too.’ To her when she’d said it at the end of her call before she hung up leaving him in the room in silence once more.

It wasn’t too much longer the promised call from Roman came, Virgil had explained how horrible the speech was and Roman was laughing at him by the end of it, reminding him that he’d wish he’d been there for Virgil to find, he did remind Virgil that he, Logan, and Patton were graduating in less than a month now, but he did mention he was struggling to afford a trip so far to visit him.

Although it hurt to say, and broke his heart, he told Roman he didn’t have to worry, and that he shouldn’t over work himself to visit a few days after graduation. He could take all the time he needs because Virgil is stuck here whether he wants to be here or not.

The call pretty much ended there, with a little more banter as usual before the promise for Roman to tell Patton and Logan (who were currently getting ready for school) that he missed them and wished they were here. He said good night to Roman who responded with a good morning before the called ended and Virgil was left in his cage of a room alone once more.

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“Dope A-F” - 8/15 -8/19 - “ Pet Lovers, Crushing Defeats, and Homecoming”

I missed my deadline on Sunday which isn’t great, but oh well! I am so happy I got most of my stuff done. I only didn’t do the IG video (because honestly I have no idea what I’m going to do for that) and my blog post because I couldn’t get my internet to work! But so far this week I am 2 for 2 ! Hooray! So let’s hop right into it.

8/15

After work I headed straight to the venue. Tonight’s show was going to be a Kindred Spirit. I was closing it out. I was looking forward to getting a bite at the food truck, and doing some comedy. The brewery is pretty big, and it is not super conducive to comedy, but I have always had a pretty good set here.

I get to the venue and since it had been raining the food truck cancelled. Which is a huge bummer. So I just kind of sit around and wait for other comedians to show up so I am not chilling out starving.

After a while a few comics show up. Aaron Shoemaker was going to be hosting, then a dude who has only done comedy once showed up and I think his name was Richard. Aaron and I catch up and talk as the other comics arrive. The other comics on the show were Will Minor, Stella Naulo, Alida Harper, and Ry Mather.

The turnout is less than usual at these shows. I think it is due to the weather. The charity we are raising money for is Goochland Pet Lovers. The show is running a little late, but nothing too crazy. The biggest thing is how new all of the comics are. I have only been doing comedy 4 years and I have been doing it longer than the rest of them combined.

The show starts and Aaron goes up to host. The crowd is kind of weird. They are pretty tight and they aren’t really digging anyone’s jokes. Some people are bombing, but others are at least doing ok. Stella did a little crowd work and that did well, but when she transitioned to her material it was just the same response everyone else had gotten.

I wanted to do well, but I was hungry and honestly didn’t really feel like I had the ability to do well. I decided I was just going to try and have fun and only do crowd work. Which I did for about 30 minutes. I had an extremely good set! Especially with how the room was. I actually got to talk about politics in a center right room and able to make the super republican dude in the crowd laugh. I was doing callbacks and able to jump back and forth between audience members.

Honestly it felt so good. Shows like this serve as a reminder to me the importance of being able to do crowd work. I am so glad I make myself write, and try material out at open mics. I do not want to be the dude who only does crowd work, but I love being the dude that if I need/want to I can only do crowd work.

I think the highlight was a table of 2 parents and 3 young adults. I was able to talk about their time in college, and joke about where they go/are going to school. It got some huge laughs. I also had a dude come up on stage with me in the first 10 minutes. He was just a drunk dude who had a lot of money. We joked back and forth, and he legit came across as insane. This was one of the most nuts shows I have ever done. I’d give it an A-.

I got off stage and met some people, and got my free beer from the venue to go. I talk to the comics for a bit and make sure I grabbed my mic stand (used it because the one they had was shit) before heading out. I got home and passed out because after long sets I get super tired.

8/16

The next day after work I headed up to DC. I was in the Comedy Kumite competition in the DC Improv lounge. I get up there and Alex Castagne and I meet up to walk and talk for a bit. He is on a show at Shaw’s Tavern.

After walking for a while we go our separate ways and I get to the club. The lineup for the show’s look like it is going to be fun. I am going against Kasha Patel in the first show and then Wendy Wrobleski in the second show.

We get a good hang going before the first one. Max Wolfson, Ross Benoit, Kasha, Lawrence Killebrew (Atlanta), Kevin Seefried, Simone, Wendy, and myself.

The show starts and the first two rounds of the first show were going great. Kevin, Simone, Ross, and Lawrence all murdered. I was so excited and then I went up. We did rock paper scissors to determine who goes first and I lost so she picked me.

I ate a massive dong on stage. I did ok, but the room was so hot. They hated my teaching material and I disappointed myself. I’d give this set an F. I truly hated it. Then Kasha went up next and she had an ok set. Honestly neither of us really killed.

They then did audience reaction and we tied. Then they did it again and I lost. Knocked out in the first round sucks. It reminded me why I really hate comedy competitions. I put too much pressure on myself, and if you lose it is impossible to not feel hurt.

So I spent the rest of the first show getting into my own head, and being upset with myself. I hung with the other comics and after the first show we headed to Shake Shack. I grabbed my milkshake and went back to the Improv to see Alex for a bit. Benjy Himmelfarb and Dee Ahmed are there as well. We talk a bit before I head inside to get ready for the second show.

The second show starts and Wendy and I are the first match. We go up and I lose rock, paper, scissors again and get started. I have a much improved set. I do crowd work and jokes. Everything is working and I am riffing just trying to get anything to land. It felt so good to recover and be able to have a good set. I’ d give this set a B. Which for the first set is definitely dope.

Then Wendy goes up and she has a good set too. I really respect her as a comedian. She gets laughs, but isn’t destroying. All in all a really good set. They bring us back up and do audience response and I lose again. This one hurt for a different reason. The first show I had a bad set, and I felt like I deserved to lose. This set was different. I gave it my all and I don’t think I could have done better with this crowd. I am just super upset with myself. It is also pretty early and I am all kinds of in my feels. I miss my dad, I am kind of sick, I am starving, and honestly just want to go home.

I go to leave and cancel my spot at Big Hunt. I just wasn’t in the right headspace for this (I will never bail on a set again). Looking back I”m mad I did this, but honestly if my mind was telling me to go I am glad I did. I ended up being so tired on my way home I stayed at TJs. I got there and passed out immediately. I had a show tomorrow headlining in my hometown and I needed to get out of my own head.

8/17

I woke up the next day and started to head to Farmville to headline The Brew House. I stopped a few times on my way since it was a close to 3 1/2 hour drive. I stopped at a diner and had a pretty good meal but some piss poor service. I also stopped at a Sheetz for a frozen lemonade which hit the spot.

When I got into town I parked and walked to Charley’s Waterfront Cafe so I could have a bowl of their Roasted Red Pepper and Crab soup. This was one of my favorite meals when I was younger. I haven’t had it in about 10 years so it was really awesome to go back.

I then headed to The Brew House and met up with Liz. Liz had booked this show after how much fun the show in Blackstone was. Her and I hung and talked a bit before her and a friend went walking around Main Street.

Then I started to see all of the locals I had grown up with and knew through my time in high school Tracey Carilli and her husband Tony were there. I got to talk to Tracey for a long time. It was super nice to catch up with her. Then Judy Ellington and Julie Adams showed up. Then it was like nonstop. I had Johnny Ellington, Jason, the Meadows, Michelle Wheeler, Michaela Atkinson, Branden Bolt, Jacob Mercier, Ryan Sharpe, Jackie Montego-Sharpe, Dusty Grey, Rebecca Ragland Grey, the Carters, Andy Ellington, Susan Johnson, Carson Johnson, Sierra Smith, and I am sure I am missing some. I know these names mean nothing to you guys, but it meant the world to me that people who made a large impact in my life as a child/young adult came to support me.

There was a line out the door to come in at 7:30. We had to start late so people could get seated. I knew about 1/3 of the audience and the rest were just people looking to catch the show and grab a bite to eat.

Jason Kusterer and Anthony Thompson showed up a bit before showtime. Then Liz found out they didn’t have a PA so we had to go grab mine out of my car and set everything up while people filed in. I could tell it was going to be a rowdy crowd but I was ready.

The show started and Liz went up and let everyone know it was going to be an adult show. She got everyone to yell their favorite curse word. She then went into her set and she did a fine job hosting. After her was Kusterer who started out pretty strong, but lost the crowd after a joke about suicide by cop. Then Anthony went up and tried to deal with how loud the room was. They were about half paying attention and the rest were just talking and being super loud and drunk.

It was a tough room, but he did a good job. He did a good amount of material and addressed them in spots. He kept them paying attention, and walked around the crowd a bit. He held the show together, and got some pretty big laughs which was dope to see.

Then it was my turn. I felt a ton of pressure to succeed. I was worried they’d all hate it, but I just went for it. I did about 33 minutes and 20 of it was crowd work. I worked the crowd, and did some local crowd work as well (which feels like cheating, and an advantage I had over the other comics). I was able to tie it in to talking to a few teachers I didn’t know. One was a lady who was talking all night. She was an English teacher who made her students put Beowulf on trial. I kept busting her balls on that. Then there was a history teacher who had a crush on Thomas Jefferson and I was really able to play off of both of them.

It was a super fun set. I had some lulls in the middle when I switched to material and realized that is not what this crowd wanted. The 1/3 that I knew paid attention and dug the material while the other 2/3 were just kind of drunk townies who wanted me to interact with them. So I went back to crowd work when I lost some steam. The last 10 minutes was crowd work and me trying new jokes because it was a free show. The people enjoyed it but I did not close as strong as I wished. I’d give this set a B/B-.

I got off feeling weird, but got to catch up with everyone. It was so nice and everyone was so supportive. I am sure they liked it as much as they did because they care about me, but either way the whole crowd was entertained. I felt like I did my job as a headliner, and I think its a good sign I wanted to do better. it is good to know I can work these rooms, but I wish I had gotten to do more material.

After everyone left I got to hang with Kusterer and Anthony for a bit. We talked about our sets and comedy. We talked about small towns like this, and the type of show it was. We had a blast hanging out. They left and I finished my drink. I then hopped in my car and headed home to get a good nights rest.

8/18

This was my day off. I kind of relaxed, ate, and saw Toy Story 4. I hung out with my mom and started watching Avengers End Game. I am most upset that I didn't use my time wisely this day. I wasn’t able to get an IG video for Saturday or my blog post up for Sunday. So one week in and I already messed it up. Which is ok. I am just going to have to try harder this week.

8/19

After work I headed up to the Southern in Charlottesville for the open mic. I had a few new tags and stuff I really wanted to do. I felt weird all day, and honestly my mental health isn’t the best. I’m glad that tomorrow I get to go to therapy. I need to find a way to afford it weekly again, but for right now that is not a possibility. I am hoping some more comedy gigs, and some better luck I can build my savings back up.

I get there and Kusterer, Patrick Nowaczyk, Ry Mather, and Tom Hall are already there. I go inside and throw my stuff down and say hi to Danny. Then Heather walks in. I rode some grilled cheese bites from Shawn, and sit down to talk.

It was super fun catching up and hearing what everyone had been up to. Tom started a new job, Pat broke his arm, and a bunch of other shit. Then Paige came in wearing a new outfit. He had a shark hat that I’d never seen before, but definitely has a Paige vibe.

Then a bunch of comics rolled up. Jack Gerow, John Marg, Luzader, Sam Wood, Sammy Major, Keaton Ray, JR, Johnny Rad, Shane Hill, Alex Castagne, and Chris. I kept popping in and out of different groups joking and catching up. We had the comics meeting and I found out I was 10th. I was between Luzader and JR.

The crowd was an ok size. Not bad. better than the last few at least. A dude with a service dog came inside and Chris started joking about it right away during his set. Which was awesome. They loved it, and it really got the audience as loose as we could get them.

When the show kept going there were a few good sets, but for the most part it felt like everybody was tight. No one was offended, and no one left early. They just would rather politely smile at an offensive joke and hold back the laughs.

Alex had a strong set for the room, and so did Paige. Ry Mather had one of the better sets I’ve seen him have and it was cool to watch Kusterer open up and try some newer stuff in front of a different crowd.

It was my turn and I feel pretty good about the set. I joked and riffed around. I told a super offensive joke that I only do off stage. That was fun. I tried some new tags to 2 or 3 jokes and they worked for the most part. I tried a more rapid fire delivery, but it screwed with my rhythm a little bit. So that was good to find out. I also riffed a character of a dude who is a conspiracy theorist but he thinks that more than 6 million jews died in the Holocaust. He believes it was 12. So he isn’t a Holocaust denier is a Holocaust multiplier. I’d give my set a C- but it was a super fun C-.

I hung out for the rest of the show and had a good time. We were lighting Johnny Rad during his set, and he got a little salty and called Chris a dumbass. It was awesome. It was like watching someone yell at their dad.

The show ended and I headed straight home. I was feeling pretty depressed. I am very disillusioned with comedy. I feel stuck. Not just physically, but also my career. I need to stick around for a bit after dad’s passing, but at the same time I am so worried I am using it as an excuse to not move.

We did it! I got caught up in time for the Tuesday blog post! Thanks for reading laydees and baybees ! I love you all very much! Make sure to check out all of my content on youtube, IG, and twitter! I am trying to kill the game! xoxo til next time

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2019 Megaman Valentine’s Day (Humor) Contest Results!

Apologize for the delay on this once again. Didn’t expect to be posting these results nearly a month after Valentine’s Day, but the extended deadline did help make sure we got a healthy competition this year. Thank you to all for your patience!

I’m going to start out this year’s results thread with a totally appropriate callout 4-Koma that is not technically an official humor entry from SubzeroIceSkater, even though it fit the rules. But it’s worth posting, to publicly humiliate myself anyways:

I'll take my token Akane-in-an-entry bribery any way I can get it, since nobody felt inclined to draw Mrs. Stelar’s fresh, piping hot, iced cinnabuns for their talent entry this year...Did I just type that? I mean, um...

Play me off, Johnny!

I kid, I kid! After all, these contests aren’t about me, it’s about the characters you love and want to draw. And that’s what makes everyone’s entries unique and helps motivate you to create time after time. And I am grateful for it, whether you are a long-time participant, or the yearly new contestant.

I’ll be doing things a little different this year, because the post would be way too long if I kept everything in one. So this first post will just contain the Humor category, and I will have a second, separate post for the Talent category. Raffle prize winners will be contained in both posts, so keep an eye out after my commentary on your art, for some possible winners here. The rest will follow soon. I’ll be contacting all winners soon enough, so sit tight!

Here are your humor winners and full gallery of entries, after the break!

Category 2 (Humor) -  Princess Sigmia Returns

A much smaller group of entries for this category, but the zany mergers were great, all the same. I thank you all for getting as creative as you could with this concept, as it was a little more than just a mere gender swap you had to consider, when designing your combined character. Whether you won or not, know I truly enjoyed seeing all of these pics. 

I know imgbox gallery gave people some issues before, so as always, let me know if images or links appear broken. Crossing my fingers this works smoothly this year! XD

After each entrant’s name, there will be a link in the character description to the entry, too, just in case the inserted external images don’t load for you. 

[Full humor gallery]

1.) SubzeroIceSkater - Arc Weldy Falls In Love (featuring Tundroll.EXE the Arc Weldy, plus ‘Master Albert’)

[Page 1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21]

Comics with length and substance always seem to steal the show, and this year was no different. Joining the ranks of fenril-huayra, wintesm and so many others in recent years, I believe SubzeroIceSkater’s wonderful tale will stick with many of you, as much as it did me. As a humor piece, sure there are great sight gags and comedic lines all around, but it also has a lot of heart. You feel really bad for Arc Weldy to start out, but also feel so many emotions of compassion, friendship and love throughout. Wonderful work, and thank you for all the effort you put into this massive entry!

Also, are 21 pages not enough for you all? Well, SubzeroIceSkater also had ANOTHER 15 pages worth of ideas, alternates, and outtakes to go with this comic. And, while I won’t upload each link or image here, because this one entry is long enough, you can see them in THIS GALLERY LINK. They are also really great.

*For coming in 1st, SubzeroIceSkater has won $100 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value.*

2.) @drewblossom​ - Geminette 

Nearly equally deserving in length, Drew’s comic more closely followed the Bowsette-style transformation gimmick to give Snake Man his comeuppance. The classic bait-and-switch kiss, turned on it’s head with a ‘lil Search Snake rather than a gross Toad Man, was a funny end. 

Design-wise, I really liked what you did to create Geminette’s look. Splitting his helmet crystals to the side as like dual hair broaches, and keeping the motif with the choker, armband, garter straps and chestplate, worked out nice. I can see why Snake was so easily charmed. 

*For coming in 2nd, Drew has won $50 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value.*

3.) @wimzik​ - Rollbble.EXE

If dominatrix Devil Roll wasn’t enough of a pain in Rockman’s side, I shudder to think how bad a Bubble Roll would be, puku! Or, would her devotion to him be as great (or clingy) as Bubs was with Shademan-sama? 

Taking Bubbleman’s yellow flipper feet motif, and turning it into a fish fin design, both on her feet, legs, and hair ribbon, turned out pretty neat. If anything, I’m sure this transformation gives her very kissable lips, though! XD I have to wonder what her plan is with that Roll Navi Data chip, now that the chocolate is all gone, and what it will do to Rockman?

*For coming in 3rd, wimzik has won $25 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value.*

And the remaining wonderful entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

@3-oclock-blues​ - Dr. Willis 

What you talkin’ ‘bout, Wil-lis? Or Dr. WHY?!-ris, if you prefer. With that absolutely awesome wide-eyed grin, she’s hellbent on living together with Zero in a world where only Reploids exist. Being that they both have spent time piloting flying machine bodies, and have sorta possessed some form of an evil energy, it’s a rather fitting combo. Unless you are Zero, and it’s your dad and girlfriend merged into one being. Awk~waaaarrrd. 

The skull motif and spikes are subtle on Iris’ design, but fit in really well. Her bangs are just wild enough on both sides now, that it gives that Wily hair vibe, without having to give her a horrible, bushy mustache. XD

*3-OClock-Blues is the winner of Raffle Prize #2 - The X OCW artbook and Zero keychain*

@bracedshark​ - Mettayer

This might be a terrible concept, but I’m going to type it. When a Met pops out from under it’s helmet, especially in sprite form, usually all you can see is the whites of it’s dark, beady eyes under that helmet, on it’s dark grey/black blobby round body form. With Layer, you don’t get to see her eyes under her bangs, hardly ever. So staring at Mettayer’s underboob for too long, due to her chest armor mimicking a Met helmet, all I see is a Met’s pair of closed bottom eyelids, and I’m seriously waiting for those eyes to open up and start staring back at me. Would that not be the most wrong way for Mettayer’s eyes to work?! But I can’t unsee it! Her belly button even feels like a snoring, sleeping Met’s mouth. I’ll spare everyone of me editing this art to make my point. But it’s in your head now, isn’t it?

OK, despite that awful paragraph, this is one hot Metall Mommy. Sorry, I’m starting this paragraph off pretty badly, too, I guess. ^^; Despite my interpretation of the combination, the design elements do stand out in a unique way. The fiery reddish-pink hair seems like a different choice considering the characters merged, but it plays off the red of a Met’s mouth and earpiece, and, well, fitting for Valentine’s, too! And instead, you get the Layer color scheme in the pickaxe, so it still connects visually.

@drewblossom​’s 2nd entry - Roll n’ Rock

This bonus entry from Drew flips the genders of both DLN-001 and 002. I liked Roll’s hair bow converting into more of a bow tie, and Rock getting her version of Roll’s hoodie, in a Blue Bomber color scheme. The V-Day card concept, complete with crayon-ish name writing, made for a cute entry. Hearts all around!

@supernovabee​ - Bayer

No, there won’t be any paragraph about underboob eyes for this version of a Layer transformation, as supernovabee has merged her with Bass. Bayer loves belting out her hard and heavy siren song to woo prospective love interests during karaoke night. 

Keeping Layer’s purple hair here actually kinda still keeps a Treble Boost feel, that the color scheme fits seamlessly, to go along with the more obvious Layer armor design pieces.

[taggiecb]

Annual Writing Self Evaluation

I was tagged by @allwaswell16, thank you, love you!

1. List of works published this year:

Love Is The Devil

What About Tonight

Friend Of The Devil

Saw It In Your Eyes

Coming And Going

Just A Little Taste

Get Some More

Take It To The Limit

Just Read The Time

Walk In Through The Door

Absolute Beginners

Christmas With The Devil

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

So when I had to think of what I have posted this year I probably could have said with a straight face that I don’t know if I published any. So apparently I’m not very proud of anything I publish haha. 

But if I had to choose one fic on this year’s list I would have to say Saw It In Your Eyes. The reason would be because I wrote it straight from my heart. It made me happy to write it, it made me happy to think about it. It made me happy to share it. It wasn’t particularly challenging, but it made me happy and right this minute that’s what’s most important to me. 

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I feel like I could have done better with Coming and Going. Bdsm is a bit of a particular interest to me and I could have done it justice but I don’t think I met the mark. 

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

This is a horrible question to ask haha. WHAT IS MY FAVOURITE EXCERPT? WHAT THE HELL. Anyway, I found one I like alright.

It takes less than an hour after Harry leaves for Louis to start freaking out. It has been actual ages since Louis has been on a real date. It’s not like he meets a lot of people around here. And he offered to cook? In his own home? Does he even have food here fit for someone older than the age of ten?

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he mumbles to himself as he pulls on his boots while simultaneously dialing Niall’s number.

“Yeah,” Niall answers just as Louis gets in the truck and turns it on.

“Hello to you, too,” Louis quips, putting his free hand to the heater to get the minimal bit of heat from it while the rest of the truck warms up.

“You haven’t called me on the phone since 2016, I figured I’d cut to ‘da chase,” Niall replies, sounding equally bored and unimpressed.

“I won’t be in for supper,” Louis says, silently waiting for the storm of questions Niall would surely have.

“Not bloody likely, you got a date don’t ya?” Niall scoffs in his ear.

“How did you know about that?” Louis asks, temporarily frozen in his spot, letting the truck idle in the driveway.

“Harry already came home in a fit about two hours ago. Liam called me, naturally.” Niall doesn’t have to say out loud that he isn’t very much amused that Louis himself didn’t call with news of a date, but Louis doesn’t have time for those dramatics today. He is having a crisis of his own.

“A fit?”

“What do I wear, what do I say, what does he like, I am not prepared.” Niall puts on an impression of Harry’s deep, slow drawl, and it would almost be comical if Louis wasn’t having a bit of a fit of his own.

“What did Liam tell him?” He asks, trying to grasp onto any information that Niall might be able to give him.

“Told him that it was just you, and there wasn’t really any need to go all frantic about it, you wouldn’t care if he showed up naked. Probably would prefer it, you tramp.”

“Liam didn’t actually say that to him I hope.” Louis rests his head on the back of the seat and groans as quietly as he can.

“Not those words, no.” Niall relents. “You know Liam. He was more be yourself, Louis is a great guy, easy to get along with. Easy, ha.” Niall laughs boisterously.

“Good thing someone will laugh at your jokes,” Louis says, feeling calm enough to put the truck into gear. “You were entirely unhelpful, but I somehow feel better anyway.”

“Anytime. Call me tomorrow,” Niall replies, and he’s gone. No goodbye, fuck you, or see you later. Louis sighs and pulls onto the salt covered road, trying to come up with something decent to feed Harry for supper.

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Ok, This might be weird but I absolutely love with people appreciate my Canadian content. It warms my red and white maple leaf heart. 

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

All the time. Every Day. WRITING IS REALLY HARD. But it’s so fulfilling and rewarding.

Ok, but to the spirit of the question, a specific time that writing has been hard for me is every time. EVERY TIME  I think about trying to create an original work I shrink away from my laptop in horror. I don’t know what scares me so much about writing something outside fandom. I’m sure there are many factors, but I have three original works outlined at this very moment and none of them have made it past the first scene. Sigh.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

In Take It To The Limit I was wishy washy on including Zayn. I had no real use for him in the fic itself aside from a bit of back story but I love a good Ziam, and said fuck it. Well of course he became an integral part of the story line and I don’t even know how I could have wrapped it up without him.

  8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I think the most that I have grown as a writer this year is my ability to look back at things I have written in the past and not only see how far I’ve come in my skills as a writer but also see things that I had lost on my journey and wanted to bring back into my writing style. I think seeing the good is a big obstacle for writers and I am getting there. 

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

Mainly I hope to overcome my fear of the original works and finish one. One that I’m proud of.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@allwaswell16, every day. 

As a writer she amazes me with her skill, and dedication. She just about stressed me out in the fall with the gruelling schedule she put herself on. And that’s on top of her very active life outside of fandom. I was exhausted just watching her. And her works were amazing! Nothing lost in her dedication to her tight deadline and commitments. 

And as a beta/cheerleader she has never once let me down. She has never once been too busy for me strange twenty minute voice messages rambling off my outline...again... or suggesting what I should do with a character or a story line. She is my biggest fan, and my best friend. I am so lucky to have her. 

We came into this fandom together, we became writers together, betas together, and I don’t know what I’d do without her I don’t think.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Aside from my aggressive Canadian settings, not much. I’d love to write about where I live someday. I don’t know how interesting it would be but I would enjoy it. And maybe @allwaswell16

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

My favourite part about writing is the community. Hands down. If you write or want to write, find people, hopefully people you can trust because sadly there’s assholes out there, but talk about writing. It doesn’t even have to be about your own. It’s fun, it’s inspiring. It’s encouraging. 

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I have my Big Bang, That’s What I’m Here For. It’s farmer Louis which will have a little bit more me in it I guess. But I got my artist and she’s wonderful and I am so excited to finish it and have it available for everyone to see. 

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read.

THIS IS SO STRESSFUL. I hate tagging people. Ok, @canadianlarrie, @magicalrocketships, @myownsparknow

*All answers should be about works published in 2018. Also, you can skip any questions you hate or don’t want to answer, but please leave them on the list so that others can do them if they want.

[badcowboy69]

Tardy Party

Well, this is a bit late for Riley’s birthday which was August 29, but better late than never I suppose.  Anyway, sweet birthday story featuring my courier six Travis Blackfox and his sole survivor fiance Riley White (Who belongs to @zoey-and-dakota.)  Cute, funny, and fluffy and safe for work.  I hope you enjoy it.  It’s put under the cut due to length.  

@zoey-and-dakota and @free-hugs-for-ghouls thank you to the both of you for your gentle encouragement and deadline in motivating me to get this done. (I’m early did you notice? lol)  Let’s hope the dam is now broken and I can get back into finishing my other WIPs and a few other stories I’ve had in my head for way too long.

It was a few hours past noon and as of yet Travis has not rejoined the waking world.  This was highly unusual as the courier was generally up at the crack of dawn or slightly after no matter what time he has gone to sleep.  Even when he was ill or suffering a hangover he would still wake up early and get his day started.  

Taking a seat next to his partner and gently touching his brow, Riley determined if Travis might be sick or had a fever.  Much to his relief his tan skin was cool. “Travis?” he said gently while sifting his fingers through his cowboy’s black hair. “Travis, it’s almost two.  Are you feeling ok?”  He would normally never awaken his partner unless it was dire, but this was different.  Knowing his partner’s habits and especially how upset he’ll be finding out what time it is Riley had to make the exception.

Twitching his moustache and furrowing his brow, Travis groaned and squirmed under the covers.  “Wha-what you say?” he muttered as his brain slowly began chasing the remnants of dreams and clouds from it.  His blue eyes fluttered open and he shifted his gaze up to see the smiling freckled face of his fiance beaming down on him.  “Did I miss breakfast?”

Riley rolled his eyes and gave a short chuckle.  “Always hungry.  I guess if you’re asking for food you’re feeling alright.  Since it’s after twelve you did miss breakfast and are quickly on your way to missing lunch.”

As Travis rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he suddenly gasped and sat bolt upright.  “Fuck!  Riley!  It’s your birthday!  Ugh!  Why didn’t you get me up sooner?”  He groaned and covered his face with his hands for a moment before lunging forward and tightly embracing his partner.  “I’m so sorry!”

“You don't need to apologise.  Anyway, I made us a nice lunch and is probably on its way of getting cold.”

Travis groaned again and rested his chin on Riley's shoulder.  “It's your birthday.  I’m supposed to be making you meals and pampering you,” he muttered, disappointment in his voice.

Giving him a tight squeeze, Riley chimed, “You do that anyway.  Trust me, it’s fine...but knowing you there's other plans in the works for the remainder of the day.  Am I right?”

“Mmmaybe,” the cowboy replied as he gave a few light kisses along Riley's freckled neck and up towards his ear.  “You are just gonna have to wait and see.”

“I look forward to it.  Now, let's go have lunch before your dog decides to eat it for us.”

Later when they finished their meal, Riley cleaned up the dishes much to Travis’ protests.  Riley knew first hand that if left to Travis the dishes wouldn’t get done tonight especially since there were obvious plans for a birthday celebration.  “I don’t mind, babe.  You can make it up to me another time in another way if you want,” he said with a wink.

Sighing loudly and throwing his hands up into the air, Travis stomped out of the dining room.  “A fine thing, my fiance doing chores on his birthday,” he grumbled under his breath and headed to the bathroom to do his own bit of cleaning up. Turning on the faucet, Travis soaked a rag in the hot water and glided it over his face and neck.  The warmth seemed to instantly calm him and he pressed the cloth against his eyes while stifling a frustrated groan.  He was still mildly upset with himself for sleeping so late even though he had a good reason.  

Late last night while Riley slept, Travis stole away to the penthouse to prepare things for his man’s birthday.  However, he got a bit too carried away with his preparations and lost track of time.  The end result was him crawling into bed at the time he’d normally be waking up.  It was his own fault, but he wanted things to be perfect for the birthday boy.

Looking in the mirror he couldn’t help but give himself a crooked smile.  You are the sly one, Blackfox, he mused to himself as he dragged a comb through his hair.  After he gave his goatee and moustache a quick trim, Travis loped towards the bedroom to get dressed and keep pushing his late started day into motion.  

Riley was reclined on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table and a book in his hands.  He looked up when Travis entered the room and was glad to see the disappointment and frustration was gone from his partner’s expression.  “Feeling better, babe?” he asked.

“A’yup!” Travis exclaimed while pulling on a blue striped shirt he got out of his wardrobe.  

It was obvious that Travis was giddy about something and Riley knew all too well that the man generally had trouble containing himself over exciting plans.  Still, he wasn’t about to take the wind out of the cowboy’s sails.  Putting his attention back to his book, he casually asked, “So...is there anything you’d like to do for the rest of the day?”

While he buckled his jeans, Travis made his way to his partner.  “Well, I don’t know.  It’s your birthday after all.  Is there anything special you’d like to do?”

Setting the book down, Riley looked up at the goofily grinning Travis.  “Something tells me you already have plans,” he smirked then grunted as Travis straddled his legs and dropped heavily onto his lap.  “Is this your plan?  If so, I like where it might be going.”

“Naw, got plenty of time for that later I’m sure.  I know it’s your day and all, but there’s still some hours left before what I really got planned happens.  You wanna do anything special ‘til then?  Or…”  Travis trailed off while gliding his hands lightly over Riley’s shoulders before burying them in his red hair.  “I mean, I ain’t got no problem if you wanna get a little frisky ‘til then.  I certainly won’t complain.”

“You know what I’d really like to start off with?  A nice swim in the pool.  We haven’t done that for a few days.”

Travis’ shoulders slumping in mild disappointment, but knew he had to oblige on his man’s suggestion.  Making a low growl while adjusting his position on Riley's lap, Travis began to massage over his shoulders.  “I reckon that sounds good. Maybe you can show me your birthday suit while we’re at it,” he purred before leaning forward to press their lips together.  Riley responded with a few quick pecks which eventually became a deeper, tongue entwining, toe-curling kiss.

Barely resisting their more carnal urges, the couple eventually separated from their embrace.   Taking a calming breath each, they managed to gather up their swimming shorts and towels.  As they entered the elevator, Rex, Travis’ cyberdog, began to whine sadly.  It was evident he wanted to accompany them and Travis was happy to oblige.  The dog sat peacefully at Travis’ side, but once the doors slid open he bolted through the casino and waited patiently for the men by the entrance leading to the courtyard.

“Reckon he’s anxious for a swim too,” Travis drawled as he pushed open the glass door allowing the cyberdog to charge outside.  

Rex paused for a moment sniffing the air before heading towards the makeshift wooden shelters and coops Travis had constructed for his little menagerie.  He barked playfully at the geckos before turning his attention to the prairie fowl. They squawked in protest to his barks, but that only encouraged him more and he gave chase after them through the yard.

“Goddammit, Rex, settle down!” Travis shouted while bending to pet the few cats that walked up to him seeking some attention.  As Travis unlatched the gate surrounding the pool, Rex abandoned the chicken run and charged towards the gate, past his master, and dove into the pool with a huge splash.  Travis blinked a few times in surprise over the dog’s actions then shrugged.  “What the hell.”  He dropped his towel to the ground, gave a joyful shout and copied Rex’s actions by canonballing into the water.

Riley shook his head and laughed while closing the gate and picking up Travis’ abandoned towel.  “I don’t know who’s more excited to be out here, you or the dog,” he chuckled while setting the towels on the white wooden lounge chairs.  Removing his glasses and carefully placing them on the patio table, Riley joined man and dog in the pool, but minus the grandeur.

Once playtime was over, the couple spent some quiet time lounging on recliners under a large blue and white umbrella while holding hands and sipping on drinks Travis mixed previously at their minibar.  When the sun began to slowly set and the air began to cool is when Travis stood and announced, “I’m getting mighty hungry.  Reckon now’s a good time as any to get the celebration started.”  The ends of his moustache lifted into a grin as he saw the eager look appear on Riley’s face.  Gathering up their towels, the two men headed back towards the casino with Rex bounding energetically around at their heels.  

“So,” Riley began as they entered the elevator and pressing his finger against the number 6 button.  “Do I need to dress a certain way for what you arranged?”

“Nah...but I still wanna see that birthday suit of yours.”

Riley rolled his eyes and gave his partner a playful shove.  “I’m quite sure that’ll happen at some point tonight.  I take it then we’re not going out?”  

“Nope.  Got something planned, though, don’t worry none about that!” Travis remarked as the elevator slowed and stopped at their apartment.  “We’ll get dressed and head out if you’re ready.”

“Sounds perfect.”  Opening his wardrobe, Riley sifted through the variety of clothes he’s gathered both from Boston and New Vegas.  Choosing a light blue button down shirt, Riley pulled it on and added a navy blue tie.  While pulling on a black pair of slacks he smiled seeing Travis sporting a mint green shirt with a dark green tie.  “You’re looking good there, cowboy,” Riley smiled as he snaked his arms around Travis’ waist.  “Whatever it is you have planned I am really looking forward to it.”

Travis pulled him into a tight hug and sighed in contentment.  “I am too, Riles.  You ready?”

Giving a nod earned Riley another kiss as Travis entwined their fingers together and once again they made their way towards the elevator.  Pushing the button for the penthouse, Travis turned to his lover and gave a shy grin.  “Hope you like it.  Ain’t much, but I tried.”  

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” Riley reassured, pressing a kiss to Travis’ cheek.

When the elevator got to its destination and the doors slid open, nothing looked too much different about the place.  However, once they stepped out onto the landing, the pleasant aroma of food filled the air making both of their mouths water.  Riley inhaled deeply and sighed with a smile.  “Smells amazing, but who did all the cooking?” he asked as Travis guided him down the stairs.

“Me.  Well, I prepped it all last night and instructed one of my Securitrons on what to do today.”  

The Securitron in question was none other than Jane, one of Mister House’s girls.  She was just placing a platter of meat down on the table when the couple entered the dining area.  “There you two are!  I was getting worried you were going to be late and all this lovely food would get cold.  Happy birthday to you, Mister White.  I hope you enjoy all what your peach of a fiance has arranged for you this evening.  And don’t you worry your pretty little head about being disturbed. Soon as you boys dig in I’ll be making myself scarce along with the other Securitrons.”

“Much obliged, Jane,” Travis smiled warmly as he held out a chair for Riley.  “We can take it from here.  Thanks for all your help this evening.”

“You’re quite welcome, sugar!  Don’t you two go breaking the bed later.  Oops, did I say that outloud?” She giggled and wheeled out of the room.

Travis sighed and his shoulders slumped as he took his seat.  Riley knew the disdain he had for robots and gave him credit for always keeping things civil.  Looking over the spread of Brahmin steak, desert salad, maize, and a loaf of freshly baked bread making up the birthday feast, Riley gave a hum of approval. “Looks fantastic, Travis.  I don’t even know where to start  You prepared all of this yourself?”   “A’yup.  Why do you think I was sleepin’ so late today?  I was up here well after you fell asleep to get things cooked and prepped.  This is just a start!”

As always, Travis wolfed down his food, but still managed to get in conversation between mouthfuls of steak.  It didn’t take long for his plate to be emptied and he leaned back against his chair in contentment while casually nursing a beer. When Riley finally finished his own plate, he found himself fighting the small urge to go out on the balcony for a quick smoke.  Although his vice has dwindled through the years with Travis, it was still something that gnawed at him every now and then.  

Pushing the pesky longing aside, Riley cleared his throat and wiped his hands on a napkin.  “Is your robot going to clean up or are we on dish duty this evening?” Riley asked as he began neatly stacking his dinnerware for easier pick up.

“Nah.  We’re gonna be alone for the rest of the night.  I can wash this stuff in the morning,” Travis stated while gathering up the leftovers to put in the fridge.

Riley smirked.  “I know how much you abhor washing dishes, Travis.  I know I’ll be the one cleaning them up tomorrow.”

Travis let out a mock gasp and clutched his heart.  “Oh!  You wound me!  Lissen, if you wake up and the stuff ain’t cleaned and put away you got my permission to punish me in any way you seem fit.  Deal?”

“Don’t tempt me, babe,” Riley grinned while adjusting his glasses and giving Travis a hand in gathering up the plates to take to the sink.

“C’mon, got something else to show ya,” Travis excitedly grinned while entwining their fingers together and leading Riley out of the dining area and towards the large meeting room which was the nerve center for New Vegas.  The normally active small monitors mounted on a large metal frame were dark this evening. No scenes of the surrounding areas of New  Vegas were showing nor anything else for that matter.  The very large monitor in the center of them all which Mister House would appear was also dark.  It wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary, but the festive decor around the room was.  Colorful streamers were draped over the metal console and a banner with cut out words made of shiny paper declaring Happy Birthday was tacked to the wall.  

Riley grinned broadly and let out a low whistle.  “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this,” he said softly while his blue eyes scanned the room taking in all the decorations  “Travis, this...this is amazing.  You really went all out.” Loping to the console and pulling out the keyboard, Travis chuckled.  “Ain’t as exciting as the time I took you up to Jacobstown and we stayed in that cabin.”

“Maybe not, but it’s still very nice that you do all this for me.  You always have a plan or adventure up your sleeves.  I learned a while back to always expect something fun from you at any given moment.  Hell, I knew that from the day I first met you and I’m glad to see I’m still right after these years.”

“Shoot, don’t get too mushy on me, Riles.  Save the mush for later!” Travis quipped as his fingers flew across the keys.  When he finished typing he fiddled with a few dials then went to the couch and fished out two beers from the cooler resting next to it.  Twisting the caps off he passed one to Riley and held his up in a toast.  “To my most amazing fiance on his birthday.  May you always be downwind of all my explosions!” he snickered at his attempt at a joke.

Riley smirked.  “You mean upwind.  Downwind isn’t exactly safe.”  He smirked more seeing the confused look on his partner’s face.  “It’s ok, I appreciate the sentiment.  Thank you.”  He clinked his bottle against Travis’ and took a long, satisfying drink of the cold beer.  Arching his eyebrows, Riley plopped down on the couch and nodded towards the monitors.  “What’s up with that?  Putting out orders or something?”

“Ah, you could say that.  Got something to give ya first.”  Taking a seat next to him, Travis reached under the couch and pulled out a box with a bright red, fabric bow.  Happy Birthday, babe.” “Oh, Travis, the dinner and decorations are more than enough.  You didn’t have to get me anything,” Riley said shyly as he took the package from a broadly grinning Travis.  “It’s not dynamite is it?  I mean, with your talking about explosives…” he trailed off then realized he was shaking the box and immediately halted his actions just in case.

“I wouldn’t do something like that, Riley.  The only explosions you’re gonna have to deal with are what happens in the bedroom later on,” Travis said seductively while waggling his eyebrows and leaning in to press his lips against Riley’s cheek.

“Just as long as those explosions aren’t premature I think we’ll be fine.  Let’s see now…” Riley gently tugged at the bow to remove it then opened the box.  It was stuffed with shredded paper making Riley realize whatever was in the box had to be fragile.  He hoped his box-shaking didn’t damage the contents as he carefully put his hands in the paper to seek out the hidden gift.  Feeling a solid object, Riley wrapped his fingers around it and gently lifted it up.  “Oh, Travis,” Riley gasped.

The item was a hand carved wooden figure of a deer, a buck to be exact, in how one would have looked pre-war.  It was posed majestically with his head held high and his left front leg raised.  Riley smiled gently as he looked over the carving, which was about twelve inches tall, turning it over in his fingers to take in and admire every detail.  He couldn’t believe the work Travis had put into it, but it was no surprise as the man had quite the talent when it came to carving such things.  Something on the figure caught Riley’s eye and made him bite his lower lip when he realized what it was.  A small heart-shaped mark and a merged T and R were carved on the buck’s left flank.  The letters had special meaning as they would be the brand Travis stated he would use if he and Riley were to ever get a ranch with livestock one day.

“Took some searching to find the right picture to help me even make this critter.  I looked through the Animals of the World book that was Mister House’s and found all kinds of animals like this.  Was more than one kind apparently.  Deers...mooses...elks...aunty lopes or something...I hope this is the one you like.  I mean, I looked up animals from the east coast and out of all of the ones pictured, this one looked the closest to what you talked about.  The one you said radstags might have come from.  So…do you like it?” Travis asked eagerly as he grabbed the empty box off Riley’s lap and tossed it carelessly on the floor.

“Travis, I...I really don’t know what to say.  The work you put into this is amazing.  When did you even have time to make it?”

“Sometimes it pays to get up at the asscrack of dawn,” Travis snickered while draping his arm around Riley’s shoulders.  “Every chance I could get I snuck off to work on it while you slept.  Had Rex and ED-E keep watch and warn me when you started waking up.  Always got like three to four hours at a time to work on it and trust me, it really didn’t take too long.  Antlers were the hardest part.  I kept busting them, but in the end I got it to work right.  Anyways, happy birthday, Riles.  I hope you like it.”

“Travis, I love it,” Riley quietly replied and sighed as he felt Travis rest his head on his shoulder.  “The dinner, this carving...you’re something else.  This has been the best…”

“Ain’t over yet!” Travis interrupted excitedly as the lights suddenly dimmed and went out leaving only the soft colors of the neon signs illuminating the penthouse.  He felt Riley stiffen, but before the red-head could say anything, Travis snagged the carving from him and placed it on the coffee table.  “This is the main event...asked Mister House about what old holotapes he got in storage movie wise.  He gave me a list of stuff and I picked one that sounded interesting.  Hope you like it!”

Riley smiled in the dim light seeing how enthusiastic Travis was.  He should have known better that a dinner and gift were all Travis had planned for tonight.  Opening his mouth to ask what was on the holotape, a glorious introduction of snare drums filled the air announcing that the movie was about to begin.  Raising a brow, Riley settled against the couch as Travis snuggled against him.  Placing his hand on Travis’ knee, Riley listened hard to the familiar music trying to picture where he has heard it before.  When the colorful image of a wooden sign came into view Riley made a soft noise and shook his head in disbelief.  “How the hell did you find this movie?” he asked as the giant white letters of the movie’s title Gone With the Wind, slowly ‘blew’ across the screen.  

“Told ya Mister House has lots of pre-war movies in his data banks.  When I told him about my plans he offered some movie suggestions to me and actually seemed shocked I’d pick this one for some reason.  He didn’t tell me nothing about a plot, but I’m sure it’s got to do with a bad storm.”

Blinking behind his glasses, Riley couldn’t help but chuckle at his partner’s assumption.  “No, Travis, this has nothing to do with the weather.  I won’t give anything away, but I feel you’re going to have a lot of questions afterwards about this part of American history.”  Riley focused his attention back on the screen as the credits continued to show and he let out a contented sigh.  “You’re really full of surprises lately, Travis.  Thank you...for everything.” Two hours later the movie was still playing with no end in sight.  Travis was starting to fidget and Riley knew there was at least another two hours to go until the movie finishes.  He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to stay awake that long and it was evident Travis surely wasn’t.  Taking the last swallow of beer, Riley set the bottle down and gave Travis a few gentle kisses on the neck.  “I know you’re getting tired, babe.  There’s still a long way to go on this movie and I wouldn’t be mad if you want to stop and pick it up again tomorrow.” Travis tried his best to hide the sigh of relief he emitted.  “It’s your birthday and all, Riley and I…”

“It’s ok.  Honest,” Riley replied, giving Travis more kisses down his neck and along his collar bone.  “It’s getting late anyway and the filling meal and drinks helped make me all the more tired.  We can pick the movie back up tomorrow after lunch or something.  I certainly would like that.  Does that sound like a good plan to you?”

Travis pondered things for a moment before reluctantly nodding his head.  “You’re the birthday boy and what you say goes I reckon.  A’yup, we’ll pick it back up tomorrow.  I’d like that too.”  He stood and stretched with a frown and made his way slowly to the console.  He began to type something on the computer which made the movie pause and the screen turned to gray static before going dark.  “I left a message to House telling him we’re gonna finish it up tomorrow.  Don’t want him putting the file back in his databanks or anything and we lose our place.”

Stifling a yawn, Travis moseyed back to the now standing Riley and draped his arms around his shoulders.  “Now if it’s alright with you, Mister White, I think I’d like to hit the sheets.  Got one last gift I wanna give you before I fall asleep.”

“Oh?  And what might that be?” Riley innocently replied while allowing himself to be pulled along towards the bedroom.  “Do you have a three layer cake in there with tons of frosting and lots of candles requiring me to make a wish then blow them out?”

“Cake?  Naw...but I can give you something else to blow and I’m pretty sure it’ll make your wish come true,” Travis purred seductively while closing the door behind them.

[isometimeswritesomethings]

Sleepover

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 5757 - Jesus Christ

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

A/N: @spnwoman requested: I was wondering if you could please write something about Sam x Reader? That they both are in different relationships with other people, but reader and Sam are best of friends, and find that because of their other relationships they don't get to spend time together like they used too, basically miss each other, long story short it ends with them realizing they love each other and add in smutt please :)

I’m so so so so so sorry this has taken so long but hopefully it was worth the wait!

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-“ Jumping back from the chest you had just collided with, you felt the hand holding yours tighten. Craig had been talking about work and your mind wandered as he went on and on about guys you didn’t know. Stepping back from the man in front of you, your eyes widened, a face looking down at you that you hadn’t seen for too long.

“Sam?!” You squealed, freeing your hand from Craig’s and leaping up to throw your arms around Sam’s broad shoulders. You felt Sam chuckle against you as his arm held your waist in a hug.

“It’s been too long,” Sam smiled as he set you back down, locks of long brown hair dropping into his face as he spoke. The scarf he wore to protect from the cool air moved in the breeze and you recognised it as the one you had bought him years ago for his birthday. You warmed at the thought he had kept it so long. 

“Ahem….” Your attention was immediately drawn to the impatient blonde at Sam’s side, her fingers still interlocked with his as she glared between you. You knew it was Sam’s girlfriend, Kat, even though you’d only met her once before. “And you are?”

“Y/N.” She somehow became even more tense at the mention of your name. “Sam and I have been best friends for-“

“Yes since high school. I know who you are.” She rolled her eyes and you frowned, confused by her hostility.

“Well, this is Craig,” you turned to your boyfriend who was tapping on his phone, paying little to no attention to the situation in front of him. Typical.

Waving your hands and shrugging you turned back to Sam, desperate to catch up with him after all this time. Since you both had gotten into relationships the amount of time you had spent together had become less and less. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen him.

“So how are you?!” you grinned excitedly.

Nodding, Sam replied, “good, yeah, Dean’s getting engaged-“

“What?!” Your hand covered your mouth as you squealed in shock, “Dean?! Who’s the lucky lady?!”

“She’s a doctor, works in the hospital. They’re really happy, Dean’s losing it trying to plan the proposal but she’s a lot like him. He’ll be fine,” Sam nodded, a warm smile on his face.

“Sorry, Y/N, but we really need to get going,” Kat chimed in again, practically pulling Sam past you and Craig who was now six feet away and on a phone call.

As they disappeared around the corner, you saw one of Sam’s hands reach back and give you a ‘thumbs up’ before they both disappeared and you smiled to yourself. You hadn’t even realised how much time had passed but seeing him again made you miss him so much more.

You spent the rest of the day with Craig, nodding along to his stories while your mind wandered, much like it usually did when he spoke about the office and numbers and deadlines, but this time, you thought about your best friend. About how great it was to see him today. About how great it would be to see him again.

Back at your apartment, you typed a message to him, hoping to arrange another time to catch up properly.

---

It was another bright Saturday morning when Sam walked into the coffee shop, his hair messy from the breeze, you assumed, and a red plaid shirt rolled up past his elbows. As he flopped down in the same seat he had sat in, opposite you, for the last 3 weeks, he ran a hand tiredly through his hair.

“Are you okay?” Reaching across the table, you rested your hand on his forearm, rubbing your thumb across the warm skin there.

“Kat and I are over,” he shrugged, his eyes on the table but he didn’t look devastated by the words he was saying.

“Shit, Sam, I’m sorry… do you wanna talk about it? Lemme get you a coffee,” you hurriedly stood up, signalling the barista behind the coffee bar to make it two.

“She just blew up, right before I left, she just went crazy,” he shook his head in disbelief, “I mean, I knew she could be a little possessive, but to be this jealous? I’ve never seen her like that…” He trailed off and you tried to piece together what he was saying.

“Who was she jealous of?” You questioned, confused by what he was saying.

“She told me, if I left to come here to see you, I shouldn’t go back.” His eyes met yours and you frowned in yet more confusion.

“Oh…” you sighed as understanding washed over you. “But we’re not doing anything, we’re just friends, right?” Your eyes searched his and he nodded slowly, his attention being drawn to the cups being placed in front of you both.

“So, you’re moving out?” you asked, taking a long sip of your coffee.

“I guess… I’ll have to start looking for somewhere…Shit,” he breathed, kicking himself that he hadn’t considered all of this earlier.

“You can stay with me.”

“Won’t Craig have something to say about that?”

You just shrugged, “we split up 2 weeks ago so, I don’t care if he does.”

Sam sat back in his chair, “what? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know, it didn’t seem important, and we didn’t date for that long, and he was an ass… I’m fine, he deserves someone who wants to look at the side of his head while he emails work,” you flashed a wide smile at Sam and he smiled back. “So you’ll come live with me?”

“Just ‘til I find somewhere more permanent,” Sam assured you, and you agreed.

Excitedly, you clapped your hands together, “We’re gonna have so much fun! We haven’t had a sleepover in so long!”

Sam threw his head back, laughing freely and loudly as he remembered your adventures as teenagers.

--

You were busying around the kitchen, finishing up the lunch you had prepared for you and Sam as he walked through your apartment door carrying the last of his boxes.

“Do you need a hand in there?” he called, setting the box on the floor next to the others as he moved towards the kitchen.

“No, no, I’m good, you just sit down, make yourself at home.”  

You smiled to yourself when you heard your sofa squeak as Sam dropped himself onto it, then rolled your eyes as you heard him drag the coffee table closer to the sofa.

Chuckling as you walked in, you handed Sam’s plate to him as he laid with his feet resting on the coffee table.

“I took off my shoes,” he winked when he saw you, and you laughed, shaking your head as he wiggled his toes in his grey socks.

You curled up in the opposite corner of the sofa, your plate balanced on your legs as you watched the tv that was quietly murmuring to itself. You hadn’t stopped thinking about how Kat had reacted since Sam had told you in that coffee shop. Sam had never been more than a friend, you didn’t dare risk anything more, because losing him would be unbearable.

But Sam had chosen you…. Or had he just chosen not to be with a possessive crazy lady?

You were pulled from your spiralling thoughts by Sam’s loud exclamations about your food, “this is so good, Y/N” he grinned, finishing his plate before you had even really started.

“Jesus, when did you last eat?!”

“Kat didn’t allow meat in the house so I haven’t had bacon for 3 months,” he chewed, smiling freely, his relaxed demeanour comforting you. “Actually, more like 4.”

“God, what a bitch,” you joked, dramatically shaking your head.

“Yeah…” his brow furrowed, concern etching his features, his voice turning quiet before he leaned forward to set his plate on the coffee table. He leaned back with a sigh, rubbing a hand through his hair.

“What is it?” you whispered, a hand resting on his shoulder as you spoke.

“It was a long time we were together and, I don’t know, its hard to just forget about that… even if she was a bitch,” he shot you a knowing glance and you scoffed. He knew you too well.

“I know Sam, she was a big part of your life for a while, but you were happy before you met her and you will be happy again,” you reassured him and he nodded, giving you a small smile before tilting his head to rest it on your hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he muttered.

---

That night you were both watching a movie, your legs over Sam’s thighs as you tried to focus. You couldn’t stop the thoughts from racing through your mind, and every time you felt the weight and warmth of Sam’s palm on your shin, you could think of nothing else.

As the credits rolled you realised you hadn’t watched most of it, the back and forth in your mind dominating your train of thought. Sam was your best friend. You are Sam’s best friend. Not his crush, or his girlfriend, his totally platonic housemate. You recited it to yourself as if that would will the feelings away.

“Another?” Sam pulled you from your thoughts, yet again, reaching for the remote to scroll through Netflix.

“Sure,” you nodded, a tight smile on your lips.

 A phone ringing caused you to stir, your eyes peeking open against the morning sun. You were leaning against Sam’s chest, curled up as a strong arm held you against him. Trapped by his arm, you couldn’t move to turn the phone off so you had to do what you desperately did not want to do: wake up a blissfully asleep, peacefully dreaming Sam Winchester.

“Sam,” you whispered, rubbing a hand firmly across his chest, “Sam!”

He jolted awake, startled and looking around confused before looking down at you. Laughing, you pointed at your phone and he leaned forward to answer it.

“What?” you shook your head at his tone, “what do you mean, where am I?” you cringed, wondering if it was Kat on the other end of the call. “I’m at Y/N’s why? You called me…. Dean, spit it out,” you sighed in relief at the mention of his brother’s name. “ah man, congratulations…. of course…. of course… try and stop me…. Ok brother, now go celebrate. I’m so happy for you.” Sam hit the end call button and grinned at you excitedly.

“Wedding in 2 months.” He leaned back, a proud smile on his face.

“wow, they don’t wait around,” you commented in disbelief.

“They only want a small wedding, just family, a few friends, nice and simple. Suits them. He wants me to be best man…”

“He told you all that in that short phone call?”

“He’s a man of few words, my brother.” He winked.

---

It was only 2 weeks before Dean’s wedding and you were staring blankly at your wardrobe without a clue of what you could wear for it. A mild panic was setting in; you hated the stress of dress shopping, especially when the deadline was so close. When Sam walked past your bedroom door, he saw you standing with your hands on your hips, a frown etched deep on your brow.

“What’s up?” he asked, stepping into your room and resting a hand on your shoulder. He nudged the hair that dangled there away and let it fall at your back. It took you a moment to focus on anything other than the warmth of his touch against your shoulder.

“I need to go shopping for a dress for the wedding…” you groaned.

“OK,” he replied nonchalantly, “let’s go.”

“Trust me, you do not want to come. I irritate myself when I shop, I can’t do that to you,” you smiled gratefully up at him.

“We’ll have fun, plus I need new wedding appropriate shoes anyway.” He squeezed your shoulder before leaning down, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple before turning to leave.

You fought to contain the blush that crept onto your cheeks. It was a friendly kiss. That was all. What was he doing to you? Since he’d moved in every little move he made ignited a fire in you and you lost all focus. Surely, he would notice sooner or later. You had to get this under control.

 “I’m not even coming out in this,” you called from behind the curtain in the changing room.

“Ah c’mon, now I’m intrigued,” he laughed sitting on the tiny seat across from your booth, before he saw the curtain drag open and your unimpressed expression. He tried to keep his face straight as he looked at the pale pink monstrosity you were wearing.

“I mean…. It’s not hideous,” he started.

“No Sam, it is. You can say it. I look like a marshmallow.”

“You look like a marshmallow.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, pulling the curtain back across.

“No more joke dresses, Sam, I have to find something soon.”

“Yes, yes alright...”

 It wasn’t until you had tried on the 7th dress in the 5th shop that you found one you really liked. It hugged your curves and floated down over your hips and you stood on tiptoes to imagine how it would look with your favourite blue heels.

“Well?” Sam asked after a long time of silence from you as you swished the skirt back and forth.

“I like this one,” you grinned as you pulled back the curtain. Sam sat up immediately, his eyes widening as he took you in. His eyes lingered on your waist before they met yours, wide in anticipation to see what he thought.

"Well, what do you think?” you urged when he said nothing.

He met you with a smile, “I love it, you look great,” he replied.

“Yay!” you jumped a little in excitement, relieved to have found something finally. You pulled the curtain across as Sam watched happily from his seat.

“Oh shit.” You breathed, the zipper at the back which has slipped so easily up, now refusing to budge in either direction. “Oh no no no no..”

“What is it?” Sam was concerned, you could tell by his voice.

“Can you help me with my zipper? I think it’s broken,” you cringed as you peeked your head around the curtain. This couldn’t be anymore awkward.

“Um, yeah sure,” Sam rubbed the back of his head before standing up, leaving the shoes he had bought 3 hours ago on the bench.

“You need to come in here, I don’t want the whole shop seeing me like this,” you said, ushering him into the cramped cubicle.

Sam was pressed up against your back as you turned, dragging your hair away from the top of the dress and over your shoulder. “It just won’t budge,” you felt the need to fill the silence which hung heavily in the air.

You felt Sam’s fingers rest between the top of your dress and the skin of your back, trying to straighten the fabric enough to free the zip. The goosebumps which scattered across your skin gave away how you were feeling, as he worked to free you from the dress.

It felt like he moved in slow motion, each breath which rose and fell from you hanging in the confined space. As you felt the metal slip down your back, warm fingers grazed over the skin, dancing so softly you barely knew they were there, bringing a warm blush to your cheeks. His hands slid down your sides as you turned to face him, daring to glance up at him, holding your dress against your chest. Your forearms rested against his chest as they folded against your body, Sam’s hair dropping into his face as he looked down at you.

You shared a charged moment, your mind racing as you wondered if he would dip forward to press his lips against yours like you had imagined he would so many times over the last few weeks.

“Thank you, Sam,” you breathed, watching as his lips formed a coy smile. He gave you a small nod, nervously clearing his throat and shuffling towards the curtain. And suddenly, you were alone again in a changing room which felt enormous without the muscular build of him sharing it with you.

You hurriedly redressed, giving Sam a shy smile as you re-emerged from behind the curtain, wondering how much of what had just happened in that cubicle was wishful thinking.

---

You could hear Sam’s voice calming his brother in the front room as you finished getting ready. Dean had stayed the night, leaving Ashley and her bridesmaids to get ready at their place. You smiled as you listened to the brothers, twirling the last locks of hair through the curling irons. Taking a final look in the mirror you stood up, stuffing everything you needed into a small purse and twisting the doorknob on your bedroom door.

“Are you boys ready?” you asked, your attention on your bag as you tried to rearrange things to make them fit. When you didn’t get an answer, you looked up, to see both of them looking straight at you, eyebrows raised, Sam’s mouth was hanging open a bit. You laughed at the sight.

“Wow…” Sam breathed, and you could do nothing but stare at him, puzzled by his reaction. What was he doing, looking at you like that?

“We’re gonna be late,” you shook your head, missing Dean look excitedly between you and his brother.

 The ceremony was beautiful. With elegant flowers here and there and simple vows, you watched Sam beaming as his brother married the woman he loved, and as they recited the words to each other, you laced your fingers with his. Sam’s thumb rubbed over the back of your hand as he sat, pure happiness in his features, as he watched the happy couple.

 “Shall we?” Sam held his hand out to you as the music played in the reception hall. You let him lead you to the dancefloor before resting a hand against his shoulder as his other wrapped around your waist. The upbeat song meant Sam was swinging you round, both of you laughing and moving to the music, grinning as you melted into the small crowd that had gathered onto the dancefloor.

You and Sam danced through several songs before Dean approached you, a glow of blissful happiness on his face, mixed with more than a few glasses of champagne.

“Do you mind, brother?” He patted Sam on the back, and Sam shrugged, letting his brother cut in to dance with you.

“I’m so happy for you, Dean, congratulations,” you smiled at him, his suit pristine but his combed hair starting to spike in the heat of the room. You had known Dean just as long as you had known Sam, since you were all teenagers, and here he was, married and so at peace.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he grinned, his nickname for you going unused for so long you had also forgotten about it. “Maybe you’ll be next,” he winked, you both barely moving to the music anymore.

“Sure, ok, don’t have a boyfriend but yes Dean let’s talk about marriage,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“You mean you and Sammy aren’t-?” he started, confused. “Jesus, he said he’d ask you out ages ago! And then you came here together… he’s living with you. Shit I just assumed….”

“What?” Disbelief was clouding your judgement.

“I shouldn’t’ve said anything. Damn it. Don’t tell Sam I said anything.” And with that he had disappeared into the dancing crowd of people, moving towards the top table where a beer was waiting for him.

You needed some air. You squeezed through the people gathered, family catching up and friends excitedly giggling. Your head was spinning when you reached the doors into the corridor of the hotel, throwing them open you leaned against the wall of the corridor, letting the cool air calm you. You only had about 30 seconds of silence before the doors swung open again, Sam bounding through them, concern on his face.

“Hey,” you sighed, a weak smile on your face.

“Hey, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you move so fast,” he stood in front of you, a warm hand holding your face, moving the stray hairs away from your cheeks and forehead.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you looked up at him. His top button was undone and his tie a little loose around his neck and for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off of the small patch of glistening skin at the bottom of his throat.

“Are you ok?” his hand was still holding your jaw, the pad of his thumb stroking your cheekbone and it was all a little overwhelming. What Dean had told you, about Sam wanting to be with you, for ‘ages’, you couldn’t process it.

“I’m ok,” you nodded, looking up into his eyes. “I guess I just got a little too,” you swallowed around your words, “hot,” the proximity of Sam doing nothing to cool you.

He seemed to be edging closer, and you decided then and there to make your move. You closed the gap between you leaving a featherlight kiss on his lips. You lingered there for a second, holding your breath but you felt him move away, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “we shouldn’t do this.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you breathed back, but you made no effort to move, your hands resting on his sides as you watched the internal battle play out on his face. After what felt like a lifetime, he suddenly moved, his eyes looking deep into yours with an almost hunger, before he lunged forwards, his lips attacking yours, growling as he pushed your back against the wall.

You fought for breath, your neck craned up to meet him as he towered over you. His hand tangled in your hair while his other snaked around your waist, holding you against his body. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, scratching your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck as his tongue tangled with yours and he nipped and pulled at your lips.

When you broke apart you panted, a quiet, nervous laugh escaping you as your eyes met his.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispered, tucking your tangled hair behind your ear.

“Well, why didn’t you?” you asked, your hands running slowly down the front of his suit to play with his tie.

“I guess, I was worried you didn’t feel that way. And if you did, what that would mean for our friendship… I guess I just love you too much to lose you. But I can’t go on like this, I mean, it’s driving me crazy, I can’t think about anything else but you. You’re driving me crazy, Y/N…” His voice was quiet and you fought the emotions bubbling within you.

He nudged his nose against yours before reconnecting his lips to yours, this time softly, slowly, as he took his time.

“Ahem.” You both jumped apart like you were teenagers caught at school when you heard Dean’s voice, “Speeches are in 10 minutes.”

Dean disappeared as quickly as he came, and Sam groaned. “We should go back,” he sighed, and you agreed, tangling your fingers with his as you both walked back into the hall.

Sam’s best man speech had the whole room laughing and crying by the time he raised his glass and you squirmed in your seat every time he looked at you. Now that you had told each other how you felt, you wanted him more than ever. The anticipation of it being possible making it all the more exciting.

 You stayed at the reception until late into the night, until long after the majority of guests had dispersed. Dean and Ashley had been around the final time, thanking everyone for coming and making sure they could get home safely, before they went upstairs to their room.

Sam startled you when you felt his hands on your shoulders as he leaned down to kiss your jaw. Turning your head you brushed your lips against his, your eyes closing as you let yourself be enveloped by him.

“Should we go back to our place?” you whispered against his lips, a silent question hanging in the air.

“We could… or we could go up to the room Dean booked for me in case I ‘got too hammered to go home’” he rolled his eyes but was silently thanking his brother for still looking out for him after all these years.

“Mmmm, remind me to thank him next time I see him,” you smiled wide, leaving a chaste kiss against his lips before you stood up. “Let’s go,” you held out your hand for him to take as he led you up to his room.

The elevator doors weren’t even closed before his lips were on you again; attacking your neck, your jaw, your cheek before landing on your lips. You were pressed up against the side of the elevator, small whines leaving you as he worked his magic.

When you reached your floor he practically dragged you out as soon as the doors were open wide enough, leading you down the silent corridor to his room.

He kicked the door shut behind him as you stood in the middle of the room; the huge bed calling out to you.

He started to walk towards you and you held out a hand, “Give me a minute to freshen up?” You pecked his cheek before slipping into the bathroom and inspecting your reflection. Using balled up toilet paper and water, since that was all you had now, you tidied up your make up which can smudged and worn from the heat and events of the evening. You let the pins out of your hair, dropping the rest of it to your shoulders to meet the layers which already at there and took some deep breaths before you returned to Sam on the other side of the door.

When you stepped back into the room, Sam was standing at the window, the moonlight casting on his face, his suit jacket folded on the back of the armchair in the corner. You joined him, his shirt sleeves rolled up as he leaned against the window ledge looking out into the secluded gardens, and you reached up, touching the backs of your fingers to the side of his face. You let your fingertips trace the shape of his lip before you reached around, guiding his chin towards you.

“I love you, Sam,” you whispered, your breaths mixing with his in the dark room.

“Yeah?” he questioned, a small smile on his face.

“Yeah,” you reassured, confirming it with a soft kiss.

“I love you too,” he breathed back between kisses.

 You reached up, untangling his tie from around his neck as you dragged his bottom lip between your teeth. His hands splayed out across your neck, teasing the hair behind your ear before roaming down your sides resting on your hips. You started to work on unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the heat of his warm skin radiating from him. Once he was standing shirtless, he spun you around, your back to him as he ran his hands over the bare skin of your shoulders before tracing down to the zipper at the top of your dress. You pulled your hair over your shoulder so he could access it easier, and felt him peck small kisses across the top of your shoulder and up to your hair.

His fingers held the tab of the zipper, and he slowly started to drag it down your back. So wrapped up in his ministrations, you didn’t realise he had stopped until you heard a breathy chuckle from behind you.

“It’s stuck again,” he laughed, and you dropped your face into your hands, groaning in frustration as you leaned, arms folded against the window ledge.

His laughs subsided as he took in the sight before him, turning serious as he went back to unzipping your dress as you stood bent over in front of him. He ran a large hand down the expanse of your back and you shivered, letting the fabric pool at your feet. He dropped kisses down your back as he kneeled down behind you, moving to lathe wet kisses on the inside of your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat and you shuddered under his touch. The anticipation of what was to come had built to an unbearable level, “please, Sam,” you almost whined.

His hands ran up and down your bare legs before they hooked into your underwear, dragging them down slowly before dropping them at your feet with your dress.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his lips still against your skin, and you did as you were told, perched against the window you watched as Sam kissed and licked and groaned against you. Your hands combed through his hair as he moved, your hips moving against his face, searching for friction as you climbed higher and higher. He pulled your knee over his shoulder and set his tongue to work twice as hard, moving faster and more intensely than you thought was possible. His hands were everywhere and all too quickly, your hand was fisted in his hair tugging at the brown locks as you moaned his name.

You could barely hold your own weight when he stood up, your legs weak and shaky as you came down from your high. A satisfied smile danced across his face as he took in your panting features, still pink from the warmth. When he kissed you again you could taste yourself on his tongue, and it lit another fire in you. You unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants, your hand dipping into the front to palm him through his boxers.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want,” Sam reassured you, and you nodded.

“I know, I want to, do you?” You bit your lip nervously.

He didn’t even need to answer that, he just pulled you against him, his lips attacking yours again with a heated passion. He guided you towards the bed, shoving his pants down as you shuffled up towards the pillows. He crawled over you, his lips dancing up your body, his tongue darting out now and again to tease the skin wherever it landed. He sucked kisses into the swell of your breasts, before kissing your throat and your jaw and wherever else he could reach.

You ran a hand down his chest, feeling the firm muscles that rippled there, and took his length into your hand. He was already so hard and he sighed at your touch, his breath fanning out across your chest. You guided him to your entrance, your heart pounding.

“Ah, fuck, Sam,” you breathed out as he moved inside you, his movements pulling noises from you that you barely recognised as your own. He moved slowly at first, dragging moan after torturous moan from you, before he set an agonising pace, consistently hitting that perfect spot that made you shiver. You couldn’t describe how he felt, it was like nothing you had had before. You leaned up, kissing any expanse of skin you could reach; his shoulder, his chest, his neck.

Suddenly, you leaned further, pushed against him to roll you both over. You straddled him, grinding your hips against his as he looked up at you in awe. Your nails dug into the muscle of his chest as you climbed again towards your orgasm, chasing it as he guided your hips, meeting your movements with his own, perfectly timed thrusts. You crashed over the edge with a scream, your eyes clamped shut as you collapsed against him. He held you against him, coming immediately after with a noise so deliciously sinful that it made you want to do it all again.

He rubbed his hands up and down your back as you laid on top of him, his lips in your hair as you tried to calm your breathing. Eventually, you rolled off to his side, climbing under the covers and curling up against him before you both drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other.

 “Hey,” a soft, whispering voice pulled you from your sleep.

“Hey,” you smiled tiredly as you looked up at Sam, “what time is it?”

“Almost 11. Check out’s at 12. We should get up.” His fingers brushed the hair from your face, tracing over the side of your face and down, across your lips.

“Mmmm do we have to?” you whined, so relaxed and peaceful in this room with Sam you didn’t ever want to leave.

“Well, once we get home, we can do all this again, plus there’s food in your place….”

You peeked one eye open at him, cringing against the sunlight flooding into the room. He was right. He knew you too well.

 Standing outside of the hotel, you were waiting for a taxi when Dean and Ashley emerged, looking just as bedraggled as you. You both laughed at each other. You hugged Ashley and wished her congratulations as Dean went over to his brother.

“Wow, room for one for two, you don’t waste any time,” Dean joked, slapping his brother on the back with a wide grin on his face.

Sam nodded with a smile, “I wasted 20 years, Dean, I’m not wasting any more.”

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Bite Me – Vampire-ish Harry

So a while back my dear lovely talented incredibly funny and adorable @honeyskins threw a random halloween idea on our gc and i was like “that sounds cool, can i write it? i’ll write it” and i did (and in time for halloween mind you, that’s a first, me actually completing a deadline) but i never posted it back then so i guess its here now? If you’ll have it. So yeah... 

       It was cold outside, the autumn temperature dropping drastically in harsh contrast from the summer that quickly died out. The leaves were turning orange and falling quietly to the equally orange and crunchy ground, leaving naked trees behind, only making nights spookier and giving every single human in the village more reason to be scared of whatever was out there in the world. You never cared much for the myths and legends that seemed to go around. That didn’t make them any less real and you knew and had living proof of that, because not caring for anything mystical didn’t really put a bubble around you to stop you from stumbling face first into it, or rather him.

“Boo!” you were startled when the familiar voice scared you from behind, turning to find Harry, your boyfriend of a year, right there behind you in your kitchen, with a grin on his face and a very faint uncharacteristic blush to his cheeks. Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away. “Ha ha, real funny” “I startled you, Miss ‘I’m not scared of Halloween season’ ” he air-quoted. “I’m not! I love a good spooktober” Harry gave you a pointed look as if he didn’t believe a word you said “I do! Wouldn’t be dating a vampire if I didn’t” you finished in a whisper while stirring some pasta sauce and his eyes widened, moving his hand to cover your mouth. “Not so loud” He shushed as you giggled. You were home alone, no one would hear anything.

How you and Harry met the year prior was very unusual, given it was bright outside and sunny and very against the pop culture surrounding his species. It was spring and very cheerful, and to this day you still laugh at the fact that only you could stumble into a vampire in the middle of April. Only you could stumble into the most human vampire ever, Harry Styles. His skin had some warm glow despite being white as a sheet of paper, and his hands made you fuzzy inside despite always being cold to the touch. You were sure he was the most alive looking vampire there was. You were good friends for a somewhat short time, soon realising there was something there and now, as cliché as it sounded, you were dating a vampire. And for almost a year and a half that is.

You removed his hand from your mouth and concentrated on the task at hand, not burning your lunch.

“You need to stop waltzing into my house just whenever” “Regretting letting me in?” he smirked smoothly as he cockily leaned against the fridge. “I told you vampires are irresistible” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Oh shush before I pull out the garlic.” “Hey hey” he put his hands up as defence “No need to get aggressive just cause you forgot you gave me a key” he winked and you remembered that, duh, he had a key. “Was just passing by, stopped to ask what we’re going as t’Niall’s party tomorrow.”

Being a vampire and trying to keep it as hidden as he could meant Harry often dabbled in “human” activities such as the typical Halloween Costume Party. He really liked doing the whole Vampire thing then without a care in the world but last year he got too close to being found out. Last year you were just starting to date so he didn’t want to coordinate outfits either. “Uh, I was going to be a nurse, do you want to be doctor or a patient?” you ask him genuinely, distracted with plating your food. “Depends…” he starts with a sultry hum, coming to you and taking the plate from your hands so he can back you up against the counter. His hands grab your waist and he pushes chest impossibly close to yours. At the proximity, your heart races and your mouth dries out. “Are you gonna be a sexy nurse?” He slurs against your year, prepping kisses to your lobe and neck. “Harry!” you giggle and push him away with all your might, and it takes a lot from you to do so, as you’re suddenly out of breath thanks to him. He laughs before letting you go, he knows you need to have lunch before you’re late for work. “I’ll be a nurse too. Scrubs seem easier of a costume to take off” he winks once more as he picks up his keys and you roll your eyes at him. His tall body comes to lay a big kiss on your mouth before he leaves. He can taste the sauce you’ve prepared on your lips from the times you took testing spoonfuls while cooking. “Mhmmm, tasty… Y’know… I am kind of hungry” he smirks one of his big smirks, letting you see the slowly growing fangs as he opens and closes his mouth mimicking taking a bite. “Harry…” you give with a warning tone and he sighs with a small laugh catching the drift.  As his strong long legs back him away from your kitchen and out to the street he quickly states that he’ll see you tomorrow at his place so you can leave for the party together and hollering a cheerful “Love you” as he locks your door after himself.

In the almost two years you’ve known Harry and that he was a vampire, you’ve expressed thoroughly your wish to not be bitten by him –or any other vampire for that matter– neglecting him of feeding off you. The idea made you somewhat uncomfortable and it sounded painful, and you just didn’t want anything to do with it. The irony was strong for you were indeed dating a vampire, and you had learned so much about his kind and you accepted all of it, even him feeding… Off animals or even other humans – which gave you the shivers to be honest – but getting bit yourself? That’s the one thing you couldn’t fully come to terms with. Sure, at times it can get annoying for him, specially when he’s extremely hungry and you smell ‘Deliciously tempting’ as he often says, but he’s respected that since day one. He knows not everyone has this weird fantasy or interest towards being bitten by a vampire and even though he would love to have a taste of his girlfriend to get him through the day, he gets it.

Doesn’t stop him from joking about it or asking you to leave when you’re on your period or he’s craving human blood very, very much, but that’s just the way you’ve learned to function as a couple, and it’s been great so far. He knows to try his hardest whenever you’re getting intimate with each other, and it’s more often than not caused him to experience the most pleasurable of orgasms. Being deprived that way. Wanting to nibble hard enough to pierce the skin on your neck, but knowing that he can’t. He just has to do with imagining your taste and sometimes the thought alone gets him flustered and ready. He can’t control when he gets hungry. And he can’t help it that he’s hungry for you.

Which is exactly what is happening to him the next day. He’s woken up hungry, his nose tingling and fangs out of control. Everything he smells gives him the scent of a next meal, and he wants to eat. And then he can tell. He doesn’t want the typical human food he’s learned to somewhat live off from. The way his stomach growls, more than just something slightly human or in his system, it’s like his soul is growling of thirst, it’s what lets him know exactly what he’s hungry for. Blood. Red, gooey, delicious blood.

His day has consisted of trying his hardest to keep his fangs hidden as he goes about town with his business, and then through the woods for meals. His hands are itching to get a human neck on them and when the evening falls and he’s just getting home to get ready for the costume party, he’s rushing to his kitchen in his quaint flat, stumbling in desperation, reaching for the human blood packs he keeps stored in the fridge. He hasn’t been this hungry in years. There’s stains on his nurse costume which he thinks only make it more gore-y and halloween-y.

As he’s finishing another pack, you’re knocking on his door. He stops his suckling in the middle of his kitchen. He probably looks so pathetic, he thinks, hunched over the sink, making a mess of blood cause he can’t control his urges. “It’s open!” he doesn’t bother to go open the door for you he’s so busy trying to calm his thirst before you see him this way, but you’re walking in the kitchen and he can smell you before he’s done swallowing. “Is everything ok Harry?” your soft voice is like honey to his ears. “I’m sorry. God, been hungry all day” the words he speaks are muffled and cut off because of the mouthfuls of red he seems to be downing. “It’s ok” you reassure him, knowing it gets hard for him sometimes.

Then Harry’s done with it. He rinses his mouth under the faucet and prays his fangs calm down as he seems to have no control over them today. Sure he’s still craving something else, but he knows you have to leave for this party and he can’t just stay at home and drink his whole blood supply in one stormy full moon night, so he pulls himself together and turns around to face you and greet you properly after he’s gotten rid of any remnants of nasty blood he knows you hate. “Ready- Ohh, fuck” the moment the words leave his mouth and he sees you in his kitchen, he knows he’s everything but ready.

You are indeed wearing a sexy nurse outfit that couldn’t look any better if you tried. It was the perfect length, showing off your legs he’s very fond of gripping whenever you’re underneath or on top of him, and the costume is also very tight in all the right places, so much that he’s sure he could feel every dip and rise of your body if he were to touch you over the fabric. You thought it would be a nice surprise not to tell him you actually got a sexy nurse outfit for the night, and by the look on his face you were right. His jaw is dropped open and his chest is heaving up and down with lack of air, as his stands in his kitchen with a cute nurse costume splattered with blood, dishevelled hair and face mask hanging around his neck.

And Harry knows he’s in trouble right then and there, because now he’s hungry for you as well, and in a new completely different way. It doesn’t help that he’s been craving human blood all day long, in a hunger that seemed too unreal even for himself. “You’re kidding me.” he mutters under his breath noticing how suddenly the pastel green nurse scrubs felt a size too small and like something inside him, very unvampire-like, felt quite literally set ablaze. He’s frozen on his spot as you come closer and closer to him and he just takes in the figure of you walking his way. Swaying hips and flowing hair, exposed legs he’s itching to pinch and warm blushed cheeks. “This is so unfair” he whines as he’s finally got you close enough for his body to react and reach a hand out to squeeze at your sides. The impeccably white outfit has some give, it’s soft to the touch and very well made, which is a shame, he thinks, cause he just wants to rip it, and he knows that with the right amount of convincing you’d enjoy him tearing the fabric apart so he’d be able to take you over his counter.

“Hello” you mutter cheekily laying a red kiss on the edge of his jaw and his breath gets caught in his throat.

There’s not much he can think of saying. The scent in the air clogs his nostrils in the most delicious way. He likes it, it’s so you. With his raging hunger and this newfound emotion coursing through his veins making his paper-sheet white skin warm and red, his senses are extremely attentive, and he’s able to catch just how good your perfume smells, and how, right under it, there’s this very distinct aroma he can only call “you”.  

He places a hot kiss on your lips, not able to give any warning or to properly align your lips. He’s just pressing on, searching for you, for whatever of you he can have. His hands move freely, grasping here and there to his pleasure, edging moans to come bubbling out of you and get lost on the tip of his tongue. His needy body is pushing yours against his counter, searching, craving, as much contact as he can get but none of this is enough. That same feeling he’d woken up with, the shivers down his spine, the trembling fingers and desperate thoughts, were now tenfold with just the taste of you.

Without much thought you tugged at his shirt, signalling him to continue, to do something, anything. It took him a small fraction of a second to carry you to his room and lay you on his bed comfortably. He was done with being careful with your outfit and tugged at the short skirt with such force he was sure it should have torn to pieces by now. Your shaky fingers worked their way up his back and to his curls as he lowered his body down your frame. Removing your fishnets slowly, taking in the air around both of you right now. He had you just like that, so perfect and laid out for him like he wanted, legs opening slightly in reaction to his warm hands.

Romantic and sultry as always, Harry took his sweet time coming back down your legs on his mission to take off your lacy underwear. It was his favourite kind, and you knew it as he had told you countless times before while in the middle of rumbling climaxes, and he always tried to make the whole view and experience last, so he moved like honey down your legs, leaving small bites on them, a risky decision given his fangs were fully blown out and his fingers tingled with hunger.

The feeling of his teeth running down your legs mixed with how incredibly dizzy you were for him were the recipe for a completely new experience. You didn’t know exactly what it was but there was something similar to his craving for blood bubbling inside you as the temperature rose in the small room and Harry touched all the right spots. Suddenly you couldn’t form words other than his name, or elicit sounds other than mewls for him to continue his path to your centre. And just like that as you laid on his mattress and he inched closer and closer to where you needed him most, that was the night you surprised Harry with a peculiar request.

“Harry,” your voice trembled as you arched your back feeling his hot breath on your inner thighs, “bite me, please.” His face lifted, pupils blown and even rosier cheeks than he had before, at the sound of those words.

His breath got caught in his throat as he croaked a short “What?” in disbelief. But he had heard you. Loud and clear. He thought he knew what you were requesting but wanted to make extra sure, after all he knew he had to be very, very careful if he actually bit into you how he wanted.

“Bite me” you said and moved your thigh closer to his face, signalling where you wanted him to sink his fangs in. Your head lifted over your shoulders, looking down at him as he tried to keep a smirk at bay, excitement and thirst swirling in his eyes. This was an opportunity he was going to savour, pun intended, for as long as he could.

His warm and long digits pushed at your womanhood with precision, folding them over to remove your underwear, while his mouth laid kisses and soft suckles on your thigh. Your hands took hold of the sheets on top of his mattress, squeezing them in anticipation, head lifted as high as you could take it. You wanted to see the interaction, you wanted him to bite you and take you to another world and the giddy butterflies in your tummy made you alert, ready to see how Harry feasted on you in two different ways.

Your skin was warm, as he had always known, soft and somewhat sweet, which was something he couldn’t quite explain but had him reeling nonetheless. As his heart pounded with desire all he could think about was just how wonderful it will be to taste you. Opening his mouth wide enough he was ready for that thought to stop being just a thought, and he took a small bite, far from piercing the skin yet, hooded eyes directed at your face to take note of your reaction. There you were, ready and willing, and there he was, about to melt into a puddle of want.

The sting was clear, if you had to describe it, it was somewhere between getting your ear pierced and having someone take blood samples. The small pain didn’t stop with just the break of tissue, it stayed there along with his fangs, and the faster he tried to suck blood out of your thigh the more lightheaded and rushed you felt, somewhat of in a trance, or like you were suddenly very dazed… And hot. It was very hot. Your head fell back to his pillow with a long moan that matched the one leaving his lips at your taste.

His fangs left purplish marks on the edges of the small hole they created, similar to hickeys but, oh so much more than hickeys. His fingers in one hand played with your folds as he sighed in delight taking sip after sip of your blood. He was right all this time, you had a very sweet blood, or maybe it was just that he was so head over heels for you that this had become his favourite taste. He wasn’t sure what made you decide today you’d let him have this miraculous moment, but he was afraid it was a one time deal which meant he’d have to try his damnedest to forget this taste, or better yet, try his harder to keep the memory alive if this was to be the first and last time he’d get to have this feeling, this flavour. The one time he’d get to have you in his system this way.

But wether this was a one time thing or not, you continued to beg him for more, the feeling of his digits playing with your womanhood and his lips over the bite gave a combination that had you panting for air. “Fuck, Harry” you tried to spew out however you could between yelps of pleasure, as he turned his head pressing kisses around your other thigh before leaving another bite, levelling the field.

“I love you” he let out in his raspy but smooth voice before piercing the skin once more, making your body shiver. He took his time leaving purplish bite marks over your thighs and later on red-ish hickeys on his way up your body as he positioned himself on top of you ready to take the whole thing to the next level and share moans of pleasure as you both climaxed in desperate mewls and needy grabs.

Harry’s breath was on your neck as you both laid on his soft mattress, a mess of sweaty limbs tangled together, noses touching and breaths hitched. A post-orgasm cloud filled Harry’s room, the both of you spent, clothes long forgotten and too deep in cuddles to care. Your head still felt like it was dancing around due to the loss of blood and making coherent thoughts seemed like a hard job at the time, so you didn’t really care for anything other than laying next to Harry’s surprisingly warm frame.

“You know…” He starts pushing you a bit closer to his body “you were as delicious as I imagined”

You arch an eyebrow at him in mockery, as if saying ‘you’ve imagined this? Lame’. Rolling his eyes he moves in to press a short kiss to your lips. He wanted to ask, if you’d enjoyed it half as much as he did, but he was afraid you were still too hazy to form an actual review of the experience or that you’ll say you want more and not really mean it. Upon seeing the frown slowly build in his features you knew exactly what was going through his head, and with semi open eyes and heavy body you tsked at him grabbing his attention. “That was good” you wanted to say a bit more elaborate to really ingrain it in his mind that he shouldn't be beating himself up over something that had already passed and that you clearly enjoyed. But thanks to your heavy head, Harry didn’t fully buy that line, mouth twisting in disbelief. “Come on!” you whined. “I don’t have strength to talk. That’s good” “How’s that good?” He asks with a chuckle. Somewhere in the mess of clothes both your phones beep and he untangles himself from you to go search for his, thinking maybe it’s important if both devices seemed to be in sync. “Left me speechless” is all you can muster before slowly falling in and out of sleep as Harry searches deep in the pockets of his costume for the cold piece of metal. When he finds it and the light shines on his face, another chuckle leaves his mouth. “Niall wants to know if we’re going to the party or not” but you’re already fast asleep which he turns around to find out. With a soft smile he returns to bed pressing his thumb and typing a quick ‘sorry mate’ to Niall before tossing his phone on the bedside table and snuggling up to you, covering your cold body with his sheets. As usual Harry never really got cold through the night but you shivered, but the small warmth his vampire body exhumed wasn’t enough to keep you warm so he kept the sheets ready for you to cover your frame with.

Harry decides he will too, try to sleep a bit. Maybe if you wake up later and it’s still ok to go out you could try to stop by Niall’s place for a bit, but he doubts it. He did take quite a bit of blood from you in his devastating thirst, and he would apologise profusely for it in the morning.

What he doesn’t know is that in the morning, when you’re back being yourself and have regained your senses and the ache in your thighs has calmed down, you will explain just how much you enjoyed him biting your skin and sucking your blood, and just how much you really want him to do it again and again and again.

xoxoxoxo  me :)

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Song Girl - Part 20 - Sungjin Fan Fiction

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Part 20 - November 2014

Summary: Their anniversary dinner.

Ella stared at the calendar over her desk. The sixth of November, one year since she’d started dating Sungjin. She knew she wouldn’t be in the country for their second year anniversary, even if they somehow made it that far.

She used to like looking at calendars, they helped her feel organized. But now she barely looked  at them - she knew her time in Korea was coming to an end but she wanted to be in denial. She didn’t have official word of course so it was easier to pretend she was going to stay in Korea, in a holding pattern, but time never stopped.

The boys were also working harder and harder - desperately working to get the chance to debut. She wanted that for them, for Sungjin. She just also wanted nothing to change, for time to stop. And that looming deadline was settled in her heart, creeping in on her happiest moments with him, with them. It was harder to push herself into being in denial…Time was running out.

She took her eyes away from the calendar and the tightness around her heart immediately loosened. She stood up and headed for her full length mirror. For their anniversary dinner, she’d donned her favorite blush pink dress paired with a cream colored cardigan and a pair of nude heels. Her hair was in a braided bun with pieces falling in her face.

She pretended not to notice the lingering sadness in her eyes, shielding herself by refusing to acknowledge it.

Just as she grabbed her purse, she heard him at her door, letting himself in.

“I truly am lucky.” He said when he saw her.

She felt the same looking at him a bit dressed up. But her heart was simultaneously lifted and strained - it was simultaneously joyful and painful to be with him until she’d gone back to being in denial.

“I love you.” She said, giving him a hello kiss.

“I love you.” He replied, whispering the words against her lips as he put the bouquet he’d brought into her hands. She immediately stepped back and sneezed into the crook of her arm.

“Your allergies make it really hard to be romantic.” He said as he took the flowers back, heading into her kitchen for a vase.

“Chocolate, I’m not allergic to chocolate.” She said, hugging him from behind while he put water into the glass.

“I bet you knew this, but some women can be allergic to seminal fluid.” He said over his shoulder, making her chuckle.

“Glad I’m not, but yes, that does happen. Women can develop a lot of new allergies while they are pregnant and a lot of it stems from that.” She said as she shook her head against his broad back.

“I know you like flowers, even if you are allergic to them.” He said as he put the flowers in her kitchen.

“I love you.” She said again, kissing his shoulder gently.

“You’re being especially loving today, did something happen?” He asked as he turned and put his arms around her shoulders.

“I just…want another year with you.” She said resting a cheek against his chest.

“Me too,” He said, kissing the top of her head.

She wondered if he knew that was very unlikely, too. But she couldn’t ask.

“So how was training today?” She asked after taking one more moment for herself to stay wrapped in his arms, safe.

“Good, we’re really kicking off being a band or acoustic group.” He said as they headed out of her apartment to a restaurant nearby.

“What’s the difference?”

“The types of instruments we play, but both involve not dancing.” He said swinging her arm as they strolled.

“You do have more energy now that you do not spend hours dancing.”

“Was it dancing?” He said with a laugh.

“I’m not sure.”

“You really are very pretty tonight.” He said, taking another moment to steal a glance at her as they waited for the light to change.

He wanted to burn it in his brain; her laugh, her smile, her touch, her voice, her brilliance, the feeling of her skin, he was desperate to commit it all to memory.

He didn’t know his words would strike through her.

In that moment, standing on the street corner with her hand clutched in his larger, warmer one, she nearly broke down as fears bombarded her brain. It was as if all the anxiety that had been at bay, repelled by her happiness with him and her life in Korea, was coming all at once. Months worth of anxiety swirling around her, pulling her down.

I could never find someone else who makes me feel this way. I could never find another person who understands me this way. I could never find another person who fits with me so well, who I fit with so well. There is no way I am ever going to find this again, have this again, and I’m losing it in less than year. It will only be a distant memory. I’ll never be this happy, this at peace again…And it’ll be so much because I know what I’ll be missing. I’ll never be this happy again and I can’t even enjoy it now because I know it will come to an end.

Half of her, her worst half, debated just ending it in that moment, saving themselves from only falling deeper, harder…She wanted to tell him to start being an asshole, a jerk, horrible enough that she could stop falling for him…

But she couldn’t…She was too deep.

“I think I’m the lucky one here.” She finally said, spurred to action by the changing light.

Her voice was foreign, strained, disjointed.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” He said just as they walked in for dinner.

“Here’s to…an amazing year.” She said once they had their drinks.

“And more.” He added with a warm smile.

In that moment, they both would have done almost anything guarantee that they would get another year, or at least to be able to believe they would get another year together.

“So we’ve talked about my day, how was yours?”

“Oh? Yeah, it’s good! The research is going well, listened to a few good podcasts and only had to explain basic Korean to the other researchers twice instead of four times.” She said and he chuckled.

“You must be getting closer to wrapping it all up, huh?” He said and she stiffed before nodding.

“I’m really so proud of you.” He said reaching forward to give her hand a squeeze.

“Thanks, and I’m so proud of you. Have you started writing music yet?”

“We’ve always been writing but now we are finally getting a chance to refine. If we debut as a band, they’re looking at letting us actually use our music.” He said and she couldn’t help but beam; the happiness he was radiating affected her, too.

“Wow, and will I get a private performance?” She asked with a suggestive raising of her eyebrows.

“What type of performance are you looking to get?” He asked, laughing.

“Hmm…I wouldn’t be opposed to a strip show with music.” She winked across the table at him.

“But a guitar is so cold against that area!” He said in a harsh whisper.

“Oh my god, you’ve tried it?!?” She said before sliding down her seat with laughter.

“There are many things guys try in private.” He defended.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me. It’s rumored that the American space suits have a secret pocket to allow astronauts to masturbate while there’s another secret pocket on Russian space suits for vodka.”

“They have vodka in space?”

“And a lot of duct tape.”

“Wow. I still wonder what you’re brain is like.”

“A mis-mash of random stuff.” She said rolling her shoulders.

“Compared to mine, a mis-mash is impressive. All I have is music.” “That is not true. You have your family, friends, me, the band, your responsibilities, your interests, and now you know about psychology, and you take language lessons, and so many other things. You know sports!”

“This is quite the struggle for you, to name what I know.” “People!” She finally said loudly, to the surprise of the couple at the next table.

“Ok, people, you also study people.”

“Empirically, you know people intuitively, and I will not accept any effort of yours to assert that I am smarter than you. I will only concede that we are equally smart in different ways.”

“Alright, I will step down before you get on your chair.”

“You know, they say the only person to beat Socrates in a debate was his wife, only because she was louder.”

“I can’t risk the damage to my vocals.” He said with a smirk. “You are intellectually competitive, you know.”

“I believe you are just as smart as me.”

“But in a debate, you’d like to crush your opponents.”

“American High school debate is something else. I never did it because I wouldn’t be good. Can’t talk that fast, but yes.”

“See? I know you like the back of my hand.”

“You do, and I’m so happy for it.”

“For our anniversary, there’s something I wanted to talk about.”

“Oh serious.” She said as she sat up straighter.

“I want to go with you to the US for the holidays.”

“Oh my god, Sungjin…I couldn’t… It’s so expensive…Really… That would not be necessary… I just… I can’t…. You have training and I have school and work and… That’s too much.”

“I want to see where you grew up.” He said and she shook her head.

“No…We couldn’t….That’s so much.”

“Please…I’d like the opportunity to speak to your parents and friends about it. This can be your Christmas gift and other gifts…Then it can my Christmas gift, and my birthday gift.” He said and she sighed, shaking her head.

“Ok, I’ll talk to them in the morning…”

“And you’ve said DC is beautiful in the winter.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t. I am saying it’s very expensive and I’m a grad student and you’re training.”

“Ella…” He said taking both her hands in his.

“It is a lot ok.”

“It’d be a week.” He said and she shook her head again.

“I just… It’s so…”

“I know. I’ve been saving and you have miles you’ve talked about and I know you wanted to go for the holidays.”

“You’re insane.”

“Yep, but I knew that when I became a trainee who couldn’t dance.”

“I’ll call my parents in the morning, ok?” She said and he nodded.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“And this is something we can do.” He said assuredly.

“Right…”

“And you do have that red dress you’ve been saving….”

“You know all the buttons to push.”

“In more than one way.”

“Perv.”

“You love me.”

“Of course I do.”

After dinner, they again walked to her apartment.

She would be ashamed to admit what she was thinking. How much of myself am I willing to share with him, give over to him, when I know our days are numbered? But she knew the answer - she’d already given over so much of herself, shared so much, there was little left.

“I’m sorry to blind side you that much.” He said as he squeezed her hand.

“No…You have been angling to go to my hometown.”

“You speak so highly of it.”

“It’s flawed…And DC is certainly flawed…But yes, until I came to Seoul, it was the only place I could ever imagine calling home…And I’m not sure I could call Seoul home, either.”

“Oh? I thought you believed this was home.”

“This city…it doesn’t feel like mine.You are more of a home than Seoul.”

“I’m gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house / When things go wrong we can knock it down.”

She couldn’t keep him out, protect herself, it was far too late for that.

Once they got up to her apartment, she stopped in the middle of it after plugging in her phone.

“Dance with me?” She said and he laughed.

“I was not trained in ballroom dancing.” He said as he put an arm around her waist and took her hand in his.

“Oh but you know the form.” She said and he laughed.

“I’ve seen movies.”

“I only know waltz anyway.” She said reaching over to press play. Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud.

“Pretty sure this is not in the correct time signature.”

“That shouldn’t be so important.”

“You are quite brave to dance with me.” He said as he followed her movements.

“I’d dance with you every day.”

“Even our wedding day?” He said twirling her a little clumsily.

“Yep, and we can take lessons for that, too.”

“What would you want our wedding song to be?”

“A Park Sungjin original.” She said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Hmm, should get started on that then.”

“Please.”

“What’s that song in the movie?”

“The best things happen while you’re dancing.” She hummed.

“I can’t dance like him.”

“Honey, no one can dance like Danny Kaye.”

“Shame.”

“I know. And no one can sing like Bing.”

“I’ll take offence to that.”

“You’re not a baritone.”

“True but you really love that movie.”

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know.”

“And...What do you do with a general when he stops being a general?”

And she’d work to be thankful for every day she’d have him around to  tell him that she loved him...

[survivor-rebelsvsroyals]

EPISODE 4: PLEASE JUST GIVE US A SWAP-CHLOE

Why am I still here???

me when i read the challenge: omg i love flash games and states and sporcle, this is gonna be a delight!!! me after actually playing the fucking game: https://youtu.be/FveF-we6lcE

*later* 

love hozier so much. he’s the only thing keeping me alive rn. whilst i waste away. HEY AT LEAST I KNOW WHERE ALL THE FUCKIN STATES ARE RIGHT!!!!

Sooooo we finally get flash games. Of course I was asleep when they were being handed out so I ended up with fucking winterbells. Yeehaw I guess time to go let a million bunnies fall to their death.

okurrrrr. Incase we did some kind of swap I talked to Amanda and RTP about like becoming a trio and who they like so I can make sure I like them so we can all work together better in the future. According to both of them we all like the same people? Being Linus and Seamus. RTP suggested being a trio, maybe making a chat, and then also making a chat with the 5 of us in it which Amanda liked too. We'd probably have to wait until actual tribal to put it into motion. Also Dane suggested to wage 3 points on me cause he knows I'm good at flash games and I hate that he knows me cause I would've suggested the same thing If I was awake for that deadline. It's driving me crazy his dumb bitch ass is here cause I keep missing him.

also fuck this flash game i hate trex i don't wanna go to work i hope this score holds up.

I'm done. I literally just want to give up. I'm just sat here crying because it all feels so pointless. We're gonna swap, I'll get swapfucked and then that's that I guess. Won't have proved that I'm not a shit player lolllll guess that's maybe true. I've been doing terrible in challenges. I'm tired. I want to quit. This is all so fucking dumb.

wow i just told dane about how much i hate myself and he told me i was smart and pretty and amazing...i feel loved for the first time in my godforsaken life!!!! i hope he does not betray me bc i love him. hes my new best friend. dane if u r reading this i love u.

Shout out to all the other royals for DRAGGING MY ASS THROUGH THAT CHALLENGE, my score was humiliating compared to Raffy’s... I’m trying not to call attention to it, LOL. That is karma for me acting like him for that video challenge I’m sure 😳 Sorry my confessions are pretty boring these days... nothing new to report.

I cannot believe we lost again. I'm so over being on this tribe at this point. I just want a swap to happen, but that just means I'll be at the bottom with people I don't know. It's such a double-edged sword. At this point, I'll take whatever comes my way as long as I don't go to tribal for the rest of pre-merge. For this tribal, I think that Trace is the vote sadly. I really like him a lot, but he is outside all the alliances that were made. By voting Trace, I don't betray anyone and keep my hands clean with two different 5 person alliances. Also, Trace must feel like an outsider at this point so if there is a swap, would he be willing to vote with Rebels? I'm not too sure. I guess this is just the hand I was dealt, so I have to deal with it.

tribal number 4 ! woo ! love when i’m probably gonna get thrown under the bus for the vote when i had basically no say in my role in the challenge <3 honestly sick as fuck of raffy dictating everything but i’m not petty enough to vote him for it. dan might be but he’s too emotional for his own good i think. raffy is loyal to me. he’ll sink himself by being so loud later. if i swap with him, chances are the numbers won’t be on my side, and he’s someone that would alienate people much faster than i would. i’d be able to flip on raffy no problem. but in the meantime, he stays in my pocket and dan will have to suck it up ig! i’ve already lied to trace, he’s most likely voted against dan, he and i have no loyalty to each other, and he’s more likely to skate by utr in a swap scenario so he needs to go. i’m not worried about an idol play, obviously, but i can see there being something else. an extra vote or a vote steal or smth. i think i have enough of the numbers that it won’t matter but. definitely something to keep in mind.

So like.... a swap HAS to be coming up soon.. The royals won their 4TH immunity in a row and I'm extremely happy because i truly believe that the first time I don't have immunity, I will leave. HOWEVER, now I have very strong arguments if the swap is happening. There is a VERY tight 6 in the rebels tribe which i clocked since the second tribal that consists of Dan, Asya, Raffy, Chloe, Lachlan, and John. They have all consistently left Trace out of votes and they continue to vote as a 6 (even with a large majority as well. They aren't splitting votes and I'm more convinced that one of those 6 have an idol already due to them putting all their votes onto one person). These 6 do NOT plan on splitting up. I think my best chance would convincing the royals to just stick together for a little bit longer, possibly just to split up a couple duos in there. Just based off of the tribal council, Raffy and Chloe seem to be really close. Raffy is that annoying gay and Chloe is that white girl who think gays are an accessory so he's just YAS SLAYING HER LIFE OKUR! The other duo I think is Asya and Dan, those 2 have been known in the BB community to be relatively close so I wouldn't be surprised if they are working together this game. The only issue with splitting up Asya and Dan is that Amanda (a royal) is also friends with those 2 rebels. So my best bet is sadly teaming up with the two Ryans who have a very obvious F2 to get out Dan, and I know Ryan would be more than happy to get out Dan since Ryan M plays these games very personally and like Dan called him fat or whatever. However I told Ryan M to kill himself before so I might be his prime target before Dan.... so who knows !!!

This whole situation sucks. I really don’t want Trace to go home but there is literally nothing I can do about it. I floated Raffy’s name by Asya because I trust her the most and she just wasn’t into it. It would 100% be a crackhead move but I do trust Trace a lot.... and he’s just nice to chat with (and look at). Trace wants to do Chloe and honestly I trust her a lot too so I’m not willing to roll the dice and lose other allies if the Chloe vote doesn’t pan out. What will really shock me is if I’m booted tonight. That would be fucking hilarious. I feel weird in this game because we constantly have to go to tribal and vote someone out. Come swap time, we’re gonna be fucked no matter what. It’s all such a mess haha

Trace throwing my name to people as if they're actually gonna get on board with that. Lol ok sis you do you I guess. He's in my DMs like ooooh no I think I'm going home, but I fully know he's been messaging Raffy, John, Asya and Dan asking them to vote me and he thinks that he has the numbers for it skskks. Idk what the craic is, part of me is saying he's gonna be messy and pull an idol and I'm going to go home tonight even though he will have majority votes against him. Guess I'll be getting 17th all over again, how fun xoxo

*a little bit later*

I am for the life of me BEGGING that we have a swap next. Please please please can we have a swap. PLEASE JUST GIVE US A SWAP. I would like a SHOT at being immune for once.

*Chloe sitting on a rock as the camera man zooms in*

This round has fully caused me so so many emotions. Last night I just had a whole ass breakdown and wanted to quit because I just feel this is entirely pointless and no matter what happens I'm going to get swap fucked and I probably wont make it to merge. I still feel this way I'm not going to lie. I've entirely lost all hope, I could quit but I also feel like that in itself is pointless. I came here to fight and prove that I am in fact not a shit player, so, here's hoping I can manoeuvre my way through this somehow and come out the other end into merge at least, that would be nice.