#the calendar and prompts are on the way probably tomorrow

[sasanka-27]

Ok ok i think i got it how i proceed ill give u mummy inspired destiel tonight (sorry it takes forever i was trying to organize all my stuff during my vacation so id be free to do other stuff so the promised fic mistaken for couple(its been months im sorry)will be included with the advent calendar because i didnt eh start the drawing i only have a sketch im embarassing so even tho the story is somewhat done the drawing is not so i thought i might do it like this to push myself. I work better with non movable deadlines u know. Also work will be less busy until january so my thoughts should be clearer for doin stuff i want and love. See u soon promp list maybe tomorrow?

[milksuu]

Hii! This is my first time sending a request haha! Well, could you Heartsteel Aphelios with Reader who’s a hardcore Gamer?

(I mean, like ungodly amounts of hours on a multitude of games. Always hitting new high scores. And the classic, eyebags from lack of sleep.)

⌜heartsteel!aphelios x fem!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ YOU CAN'T WIN A GIRLFRIEND IN A 1 V 1 ! ❞

❥ prompt: Aphelios thought there wasn't a single soul in the entire universe stupid enough to challenge him to a 1v1. But apparently, the 'God of Gaming' thought to use their last brain cell to bet their final testament. Little did you know, you'd fall from grace, then forced to play in some idols sick twisted game of pay-back. ❥ content/warnings: enemies to lovers vibe, affectionate bullying, name calling, teasing, fake relationship, fluff (?), 100% emotional dmg ( + crit. bonus on reader)

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ 'GOD OF GAMING'....that's what they call you. An immortal being born to play and dominate the realm of video games in all facets. Sleep's inevitably for the weak and uncommitted. It's a mark of honor to wield dark, heavy under bags beneath your eyes, so long as it meant keeping your rightful place on the throne.

Even in the realm of FPS, no one dares contest your dominance on top of the leaderboard. It's impossible for anyone who even thinks to get more than three hours of daily sleep. Until this night, at the deathly hour of 3 A.M on a Tuesday, an unknown player sweeps in announced. First round on top was a newby flook. You were busy taking a few breaks in game to sip on your energy drink. Second time, the damn bastard is kill stealing from even your weakest team mates. Third time he makes top of the leaderboards...now that's a personal attack on your reputation.

It's not long till various social tweets race like wildfire across all media platforms. Nothing more than constant jabs and reminders of how fickle your place is in this revolving door of a world. It makes you crinkle your fifth can of gamer fuel. There's only one way to respond to this usurper trying to contest your territory.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS sits back in his chair, tapping a finger on his desk. He narrows his eyes against a blaring screen. Who even was this? He had no clue. All he can recall is playing some random game out of boredom, then a monsoon of social tweets pestering him and some other guy who likes gaming. Maybe a little too much, he suspects.

He does his own social media rummaging, scuffing at his findings. You practically live inside your room, dedicating your whole life to playing video games. Apparently, it's your entire livelihood. He doesn't envy you one bit; pity is the better word that comes to mind. Your entire aesthetic is wearing an oversized hoodie that covers everything (probably your man boobs), and even your face. Except for your eyes. Holy hell, those eyebags were heavier than Sett's banana hammock on a hot summer's day.

Lazily, he opens up his calendar; checking event dates, rehearsal dates, fan meet dates. Tomorrow's his only free day for the week. Luckily for you, that's the one day you demanded from him. And of course some holed-up undesirable would ask another guy to challenge him at a internet cafe. No big deal. He'd set aside a few minutes to put you in your place. Then, completely forget about your entire existence the next day.

Aphelios accepts the challenge and locks in the date. When the day of divine retribution comes, he shows up twenty-minutes before hand. He purposely waits in front of the internet cafe you chose. Only to enjoy the sight of watching some idiot (you) sweating in a hoodie, barely able to catch your breath before you stood at his feet. Oddly enough, something different turns the corner. Eye-catching, even.

"Hey. Looks like you didn't chicken out on me," you comment, brushing away your done up hair from your shoulder. "Guess I'll give you kudos for that."

Aphelios does a double-take, trying to process the image of you online to what's standing in front of him. From his perspective, you look every bit of a model that just stepped out of a photo shoot. Where did those bags go? Man boobs? No, girl boobs? Was being reversed cat-fished a thing?

(Imagine the power of a whole eight hours of sleep and wardrobe change)

You quirk a brow at his silent, mile-long stare. "Um, yeah. Let's make this quick. I have plans to go shopping after this. So I want to get this over with so I can get on with my day. Sound good to you?"

Before he can respond, you brush pass him, slipping through the doors behind. Blinking away his sense of whiplash, Aphelios follows. It's not surprising to find a group of fans swarming and buzzing around the entire place. He's still stun-locked by your unexpected appearance. Observing as you go about in graceful fashion, greeting and hugging those in support of you.

"How about we make a deal before we start," you approach him again, placing your hands hotly on your hips. "I win, and you announce on all your social media platforms that I'm the better player. And your terms?"

Aphelios pauses. He made a hasty assumption. Thinking you were some guy living like a wall rat inside his own apartment. The slight margin of error has his lips curling in the most sadistic fashion. This was going to work out much more in his favor. And there's no intention of letting you off so easily. Being an attractive girl was never a default for mercy. He pulled out his cell, and typed the following:

If I win, you have to be my girlfriend for a month.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ YOU READ the words out loud, and the whole atmosphere cuts to silence. Your mouth trembles, before you burst with laughter as does the rest of the room. Clutching your cramping stomach, you swat the air in frantic motions. "Y-You can't be serious," you say with attempts to catch your breath. "You think you're going to win? That's so funny. How embarrassing for you. To think you'd even have a single chance to date me." Calming your breaths, you send him one final death glare and spit out the word. "Delusional."

Walking to take your seat, you ignore his unfaltering gaze trailing you. There's a glint in his eyes that tells you he's enjoying whatever hamster wheel is spinning inside his head. You need to add the poor hamster is obviously sick, forced into labour and probably part of a lab experiment.

When the match starts, no one feels the need to invest too much into the game. You were, after all, the 'God of Gaming'. It wasn't going to be a fair match to begin with. Until the game ends before anyone can blink twice; especially you.

The rule to win the round was simple; land the first headshot. Needles to say, you didn't.

Your eyes widen against the screen. Your death screen pops, and your lifeless body collapses. Adding unnecessary amounts of salt in the wound, your scumbag of an opponent crouches over your head. Repeatedly. Your trembling vision shifts away, past your monitor to the opposite side. Slowly, Aphelios leans casually into view, a cocky eyebrow cinched high into his forehead.

You grit your teeth, hand tightening into fists that would mark the inside of you palms. Pestering whispers and scandalous talk rise and echo around you. There's no way to escape the shame. You bow your head in defeat. What else can you do? There wasn't any use in fighting. You have to save whatever drop of class and honor you have left. Anything out of pocket, and your whole reputation could crumble. You push yourself away from the desk, pacing to meet your bastard of an opponent on the other side.

"Good...good game," your voice strangles to leave your tight lips. You try hard not to ruin your face with a scowl. Especially when Aphelios stands pretty damn tall, staring down at you like a child that just had good a spanking. Taking out his phone, he shows you some text:

Sure. Guess you would call it a good game. And now that you're my girlfriend, it's only reasonable to go on a date with me. As my reward and all. Those were the terms. Right?

The blood inside your veins boil. You want nothing more than to slap that phone out of his hands, and crush it beneath your heels. You reserve to grinding your teeth. Aphelios merely smiles through a devilish crinkle in his blood moon eyes. And it's now dawning on you; he's made a full-proof plan to make you suffer.

From what I know, girlfriend's hold onto their boyfriends hands. And also call them 'babe' as a loving pet name. Right?

You want to scream at the top of your lungs right now. Holding your breath, you withhold it from your surrounding scrutiny. When he reaches out his hand, you take it tensely. He chuckles when your manicured nails dig aggressively into the skin of his hand.

It’s cute how badly my girlfriend wants to hold my hand. I’d be careful, though. The harder she squeezes, the more I kind of like it.

You gulp and loosen your grip. Honestly, where the hell does he get off saying stuff like that so casually? How humiliating. And it was just the start of your month of impending doom.

Like any ‘proper’ date, he drags you to one of his usual spots in town for a meal. It's odd to witness him take the lead so naturally; as if you really were his damn girlfriend. When he offers to order and pay for the both of you, you almost hesitate. However, you weren't going to turn down a free meal. Even if it came from your current worst enemy.

“Oh. Um…then I’ll have the burger. No pickles.” Aphelios sends you a yard long stare, and you know he's siphoning you for more. You blush, turning a cheek. “Please, b-babe?”

You can tell he leers underneath his mask, like a cat whose gotten his cream. He leaves you briefly, before returning and setting a tray of food in front of you. For a moment, you stare at the hamburger with warranted skepticism. You raise your pair of squinting eyes at Aphelios, whose already pulled down his mask to quietly enjoy his meal. After a beat, you lower your restraints, and slowly take a bite. You immediately stiffen and gag, spitting up into a napkin. There's definitely pickles—loads of them.

Aphelios almost chokes on his own laugher at your award winning expression of disgust. He slides his phone across the table:

Oh. Sorry. I thought you said extra pickles. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Freaking bastard! Before you can smack his phone off the table, he snatches it back to the safety of his pocket. With a growl, you slough off the heaps and slices of fermented food. You're able to de-pickle the patty, but there's little joy in eating something with the faint essence of the nastiest condiment.

And after a not-so-enjoyable lunch, he takes you to a nearby pâtisserie for dessert. While waiting, and you have a half a mind to run out. Or call the local circus so they can come get their evil clown back. You're terrified to see what he's planning to bring you. And when he does, your mouth instantly waters. You stare down at a cute, decorative dessert parfait. It looks perfect with no hidden pickles (don't put it past him though). Your eyes glisten at the extravagant layers of yogurt, fruit compote, and whipped cream. Not to mention, the glazed whole strawberries on top, glittering with snow powder sugar. Giddy with excitement, you almost forget the silent devil sitting next to you. Before you can take the first bite, Aphelios intercepts your hand, brings it to his lips, and claims it for himself.

There's only one spoon, you know. And like any good girlfriend, it only makes sense to hand feed her boyfriend. Down to the very. last. bite.

There's a twitch in your face. You really want to dump the whole dessert pile onto his head. Unfortunately, that would be a major insult to the parfait. Exhaling your fury through your nostrils, you belly the desire to murder him with a plastic spoon. Grumbling, you perform your embarrassing 'girlfriend' duty. Nearing the end of this round of torture, he smiles—all at your expense, of course.

Wow. Am I full. Thanks for that. I'm actually feeling kind of generous from all your devoted attention. Tell you what. I'll let you have the last bite.

"Yeah, right," you snort. "Like I would ever share the same spoon with you, let alone anything you've touched on this Earth—hmph!" Before you can finish your berating monologue, Aphelios flips your hand around and slips the spoon inside your mouth.

ㅉㅉ You shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Silly. You might choke. And I rather not have that on my conscious.

You whine, trying to swallow your way through a verbal tantrum. Who knew it'd be so difficult to argue with delicious yogurt in your mouth? Still, reality settles shortly after the sweetness melts from your tongue. A certain thought springs a bitter aftertaste. For all intents and purposes, you both just shared an indirect kiss.

You smack the spoon on the table, feeling your face heat up. Yet, he's just sitting there, sly with composure. Not bothered by any of it—this sick 'fake dating' sims game. It wasn't fair. Nothing about this was fair! How many times did you have such an experience through your dating visual novel games? Too many to count. Yet, despite all those perfect moments with your various 2-D boyfriends, this fake 3-D imposter, just ruined the whole trope experience for you. There was no way you could replay those scenes and not think about your suffering today. You would damn this man to Hell again, but obviously, he enjoys vacationing there.

It was funny when you thought your gruelling date would conclude after dessert. Aphelios made sure to think of various, and random places to drag you to for no good reason. He's perfecting the art of physically and mentally exhausting you. Stroll in the park? He may or may not have put a caterpillar on your head. Watch you freak out about it, and then relish in having you beg him to help you. Lovely time window shopping at an outdoor mall? He makes sure to slip away and watch you panic trying to find him in the mass of busy bodies. Before you know where your head's at, you blink up against lit downtown buildings, store fronts and street lights.

Well, today's been fun. Just one last thing to make this date perfect. Something my girlfriend will definitely love.

An all too knowing smile creases his mask again. Taking your hand, he leads you away to the next destination in mind. With your eyes half-lidded with fatigue and feet already beaten to a pulp by your heels, you force yourself to stop caring. Like everything else, you'll just go along with it and pray it's over soon.

⌜LUV-U ♡ HOTEL⌟

Your mouth drops at the sight of a pink and flickering neon sign a few steps away. Did he really just drag you to a Love Hotel!? You swallow hard. Nevermind, you did care. You cared a lot! "This has to be a joke, right? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you take me inside—"

You're cut short as you're tugged forward. Nearing the entrance, your heart pounds louder than the surrounding nightlife. Your thoughts are racing. And watching another couple walk out looking rather satisfied with their stay doesn't help your emotions at all. That is, until he casually leads you past the hotel and around the corner, where there's vending machine against the wall. He releases his hold and gestures to it.

What are you talking about? Take you inside where? And no. There's no joke about this being the best vending machine in town for canned coffee. ㅎ_ㅎ

You stare with dumbfounded horror as he purchases two cans, and places one in your stiff hands. You look down at your coffee and contemplate just about everything up till this point. How big of a mistake it was to meet someone like him. Worse yet, be at his mercy over a stupid bet you set in place...and actually lost. How did your life turn out this way? Regret and humiliation well up as tears against your eyes. You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth. With the last of your dignity on the line; you'd rather die at this point than cry in front of him.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS lowers his drink from his lips, watching you from the side of his lashes. Looks like you were at your limit. Maybe he went a little too far. But every bit of his ego wants to rationalize it was well deserved. A pestering knot tightens like a fist at the base of his sternum. It bothers him enough to turn his neutral expression into a frown. His gaze catches your trembling legs, and traces them all the way down to your heels. His eyes widen by a margin; it's insane to think you hadn't complained about your feet hours ago. Looks like that knot wasn't going away anytime soon.

He tosses away your cans and raises his phone:

Take off your heels.

"What?" You're at a complete loss for words. Was he now going to force you to walk barefoot on the gross streets? You shake your head. "No way. Forget it. If you want me to take them off so bad, then do it yourself—Jerk!"

Aphelios flutters his eyelids in annoyance. More so that, for a split moment, he found himself not entirely hating the insult used against him. Forgetting the stupid interruption of his brain, he bends down and starts unlacing your straps. "H-Hey, wait a second you freaking weirdo. I didn't actually mean it literally."

It doesn't take much effort to hoist you onto his back, wrap your arms around his neck, and press your thighs snug against his waist. He anticipates a spit fire reaction. To his surprise, you simply huff and puff out your cheeks, muttering another possible insult. Honestly, he was sure you would've taken this opportunity to choke him out in a headlock. (He would've done it, but glad you didn't).

With a final adjustment, he hands you his cell phone, open with the map application. It seems it takes you a moment to realize he wants you to put your address so that he can dump you back wherever you live.

"You really plan on carrying me all the way to my house?" He can't see your expression, but by delivery alone, he can hear the blush in your cheeks. After a few taps and a mutter, he gets his phone back. "You better delete my address later. Or your new name's going be 'Stalker'."

Aphelios can't help but scuff. Like he would waste any more of his free time on inflating your already big head. He wonders how you even manage to fit your head through any shirt holes.

For a short while, you don't speak. As he walks through more quieter neighborhood streets, he feels your body condense further into his back.

"Mm, you know, for a being a cold jerk...somehow, you feel super warm," you breathe sleepily against his earlobe.

After a mumble or two, you commit to a terribly sleepy idea. Closing your eyes, you place your lips against his neck. Lingering, your mouth is soft and warm against his skin. Slightly sticky from whatever lip gloss you still have left. After the longest moment of his life, you abandon your spot. But he can feel your sleep drunk smile from how close your lips still are.

"Heh, there..I already kissed you, so...now you can't make me do it later....jerk."

When you finally doze off with light breathes and snores, Aphelios comes to a complete halt. It takes a moment to process. Then, without his consent, his neutral complexion flushes bright pink. The spot where you kissed him feels like it's burning a hole straight through him, down to his thumping pulse. He exhales a hot and heavy breath. It's warm enough to puff in the night air. With a shake of his head, he finds his walking pace, continuing towards your apartment.

He refuses to let you sway him with whatever tricks and flirts you have up your sleeve. He wasn't a swoonful idiot like most. And Aphelios knows he has a whole month worth of you still left. He'd make sure you always knew who you were dealing with. And by the end of it all, he'd make sure you'd never be able to get him off your mind.

A brewing smirk lifts one corner of his lips. This game was going to be more fun than he expected. And just like every other game, he would ultimately win.

Too bad for you, he mused to himself.

an;; ahhh thank you all for all your sweet messages i've been receiving through my hiatus. really appreciate it. trying to get back in the swing of things of answering anon. reqs. and working on my cleaning lady fic as well.

ngl, i swear, i hc so hard the phel can be such a sadistic/vengful bitch hell bent ruining anyone's life. like hes so unbothered by things and keeps to himself, that the minute you try to test him in that department, yeah no, you're officially on his shit list for life. how sweet how my man can hold grudge. <3

[saywhatjessie]

Break out the ale! These men are thirsty!

Advent Calendar Day 7! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Snowed In | Roommates | Hidden Feelings Fandom: Teen Wolf - Pairing: Scisaac 2k[Ao3]

“Damn,” Scott said, pulling the curtain aside as he looked out the window. “I don’t think we need to finish our biology homework.”

“What’s up?” Isaac said, looking up at Scott. He had one hand in his hair where he’d been yanking on it, stressed out about said homework and working on it with Scott in his room. It was kind of funny to see him so overworked while he was reclined so casually in a beanbag chair. 

Scott jerked his head at the window and Isaac made a big show of standing up out of the chair to come look. Scott watched him do it, smiling at the dramatic complaints Isaac made getting out of the chair. There was a time Isaac would have never admitted he was uncomfortable or even dreamed of complaining.

Isaac came up on the other side of the curtain and pulled it away, letting out a low whistle at what he saw.

“That’s a lot of snow,” he said, leaning in closer and looking up. There was no way he could see anything: just white specks coming out of a black sky.

“Yeah, it’s sticking really fast,” Scott told him. “Stiles said we were expecting a foot but I didn’t believe him.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Isaac said, his head still craning around to catch every angle of the snow. “When’s the last time we got this much snow in Beacon Hills?”

“It snowed a lot when I was little,” Scott offered. “My dad’s plane got grounded once while he was away on a business trip when I was three. Mom and I spent Christmas snowed in by ourselves. It was still fun, though.”

Isaac snorted. “Snow was hell for me as a kid. Locked me in the house with my dad with no escape. I stayed out in the snow so many times to avoid him. He was gonna lock me in the freezer when I got in trouble, anyway, might as well freeze while  I still had my freedom.”

Scott frowned at him, reaching up to grab his shoulder. “God, Isaac, your childhood is a bummer.”

Isaac leveled a sideways grin at him. “Don’t go toe to toe with me on childhood trauma, McCall. You’ll always lose.”

Scott ducked his head and laughed, gripping Isaac’s shoulder tighter before letting him go. He could feel Isaac still looking at him but he couldn’t meet his eyes. They lived together now – Scott had to get it together.

He wasn’t sure what he and Isaac were. Friends, definitely, that much was obvious. But was Isaac in his pack? Was he technically Isaac’s alpha? Isaac reacted to him like he was: he listened to Scott and Scott could calm him down and he deferred to Scott in almost every situation. Which was actually really cool – after a lifetime with Stiles, it was nice when someone just trusted him to know what he was doing and not fight with him about it.

Not that he wanted Isaac to agree with him all the time. He wanted Isaac to be able to think for himself and speak his mind. If Scott was his alpha, he'd make sure Isaac knew he didn’t have to… submit? Scott fought off a whole body shudder: he hated the way that sounded.

But it was still kind of nice to think of Isaac as being in his pack. His pack for so long had just been him and Stiles. And kind of Allison for a while but now they were broken up. And Isaac might have his own thing with Allison? It was all super confusing.

Scott cleared his throat. “We should probably keep doing the homework, anyway,” said Scott. “If we finish it now we won’t have to worry about it all day tomorrow. We can just chill all day.”

“Snowed in,” Isaac grinned. “I can finally make you watch all of the Lord of the Rings with me.”

Scott groaned, his confusing thoughts about Isaac drowned out with fond irritation. “Dude, I already watched all of Star Wars with Stiles. Don’t do this to me.”

“Star Wars and Lord of the Rings are nothing alike!” Isaac said, offended. “George Lucas wishes he could tell a story like J.R.R. Tolkein.”

Scott sighed. “None of that means anything to me.”

“Oh, but it will, Scott,” Isaac said, dropping back onto the beanbag and clicking his pencil, pointedly. “It will.”

The next morning saw a snow day, Scott’s mom pulling a double at the hospital, and Stiles under house arrest from his dad. Which meant Scott and Isaac were truly snowed in, alone.

“We finished our homework,” Isaac said, fake casually, walking his hand along the back of the couch.

Scott smiled at him. “Yes, we did.”

“And no one else is coming over,” Isaac sighed, mournfully.

Scott sucked his lips into his mouth. “Nope.”

“So I guess there’s nothing left to do… but have a Lord of the Rings movie marathon.”

Scott groaned but he was laughing, too. He knew he'd be watching the movies with Isaac as soon as he’d asked, but he had to put up a little bit of a fight. Can’t let Isaac win too easily.

Isaac shushed him and guided him by the shoulders to the couch. Scott sat without protest, just a small sigh that was meant to convey “I’m here against my will,” but he was so happy to be spending down time with Isaac like this, he wasn’t sure it translated.

Isaac winked, clapping Scott on the shoulder, before darting off to his room. 

Scott took a deep breath. He was cool, he was normal, it was fine.

Isaac came back, a DVD box set in his hands and a guilty look on his face.

Scott smiled. “Oh, cool, you have the whole box set?”

“Yeah…” Isaac started, his voice strained. “Promise not to be mad.”

Scott cocked his head. “Why would I be mad?”

All of Isaac’s breath came out of him in a whoosh. “I stole this,” he said, looking down at his hands. “I stole these movies.”

Scott frowned. “Why?”

“Well it’s not like my dad would have ever bought them for me.” Isaac snorted. “He already thought I was a loser, no way he would have been happy with me liking fantasy movies.”

Scott was still frowning, but he nodded. “Okay. Who’d you steal them from?”

Isaac looked up at him, finally, slightly disbelieving.

“Not the library or something, right?” Scott asked, trying to be more stern. “You shouldn’t steal from libraries.”

“No,” Isaac assured. “No, I stole it from a Borders.”

“Oh!” Scott said, immediately smiling. “That’s okay, then.”

Isaac’s eyebrows hiked up his forehead. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Scott confirmed. “Stiles always says ‘If it’s a chain it’s free reign.’ Those corporations make too much money. And Borders went bankrupt anyway so it doesn’t really matter anymore.”

Isaac choked a laugh. “Yeah, I guess.”

Scott hummed, settling further into the couch. He grabbed the blanket off the back and threw it across his legs.

Isaac shook his head, a wondering smile on his face, but got the TV set up with the first DVD.

The movie was… long. And it was interesting, sure, but it was long. Isaac had put on what he called the extended editions so they were even longer than they normally were. And it was so long.

He spaced out for a lot of it. He tuned in to listen to Isaac’s little tidbits and fun facts, but for most of the movie, he was just watching brown shapes on the screen.

He did feel soemthing during the one human guy’s death scene. He could feel Isaac looking at him during the monologue. “I would have followed you my brother. My captain. My king.”

He refused to look back. He didn’t want to think about whatever that meant.

Scott hadn’t realized how much he and Isaac had slumped into each other until Isaac had to get up to put on the next movie. He tried to shake himself to be more present and awake. He wasn’t sure where snuggling landed on the ‘what are we?’ question. He snuggled with Stiles. But he’s also snuggled with Allison. Is it fair to snuggle with Isaac when Isaac didn’t know Scott was having Allison feelings about him?

Isaac plopped back down on the couch, tucking himself right back into Scott’s side. And, well, they were a pack, right? Puppy piles? Plus, Isaac probably didn’t have a lot of positive physical contact in his life. He shouldn’t have to go without just because Scott was being weird.

The next movie was also long. Scott definitely started nodding off: he was so cozy and Isaac was so warm. He was pulled back by Isaac’s hand gently shaking his knee.

“Scott,” Isaac whispered, roughly. “Hey, Scott!”

“Hm?” Scott said, turning his head to look at Isaac

Isaac’s face was very closed.

Scott could not be blamed for kissing him. He was so sleepy, and Isaac’s face was so sweet and excited. And he was a werewolf! Werewolf impulse control? Historically not great.

So he kissed him. And after a second of surprise, Isaac kissed him back.

It was very quick. Just a couple heartbeats of warm lips on lips. And then Scott pulled away, blinking slowly, and saw Isaac blinking slowly back.

“Sorry,” Scott said, perfunctory, not looking away from Isaac’s face. “What were you gonna say?”

“Huh?” Isaac said, still staring at Scott. He blinked again, visibly remembering. “Oh, Viggo Mortinson broke two of his toes in that scene. When he kicked that helmet.”

“Oh,” said Scott. “Cool.”

Isaac nodded before surging forward and kissing Scott again.

And that? That was awesome.

Scott hadn’t really kissed anyone but Allison, and definitely no guys, no he spent a while memorizing how Isaac kissed. His strong jaw under Scott’s hand and how much bigger Isaac was, his body looming over Scott’s on the couch. HIs hand felt huge on the back of Scott’s neck, the other one spanning the width of his collarbones.

Scott could have probably kept kissing him forever. But something happened on screen and Isaac pulled away, scrambling for the remote.

“Wait, shit, nonono! Don’t look, you’ll be spoiled!”

Scott’s mouth felt puffy from kissing and his brain was completely deep fried. “What?”

Isaac paused the movie, hitting the rewind until it got back to the scene where the guy kicked the helmet.

Isaac had to scroll back for a while. How long had they been making out?

He hit pause on the guy screaming and turned back to Scott. He seemed to hesitate, like he wasn’t sure if he should go back to kissing or not.

Scott leaned forward, hand going for his jaw again, and gave him a soft kiss.

Isaac felt the difference, frowning when Scott pulled away. “Did I ruin it?”

“No.” Scott laughed. “No, you didn’t ruin it. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

Isaac smiled, closed lipped and soft. “Cool. Me too.”

“Cool.” Scott smiled back, dropping his hand from Isaac’s jaw and finding his hand. He laced their fingers together. “You want to finish watching these movies?”

Isaac’s eyebrows scrunched together. It was clear to Scott that he did want to finish watching the movies but also wanted to keep kissing. Scott laughed, bringing Isaac’s hand up to his mouth so he could kiss his knuckles.

“Let’s keep watching,” Scott decided. “We can make out later. Mom’ll probably be gone all night.”

Isaac beamed, leaning forward to peck Scott again before turning back to the screen and pressing play.

“That scream was a real reaction,” Isaac said immediately. “From breaking his toes. They kept that cut in because it sounded so painful.”

“Very cool,” Scott told him. And he wasn’t really talking about the movie.

[blush-and-books]

19!!! 🫶🏻

19. back scratches (from this intimacy prompts list)

Donna didn't realize how much tension that Harvey had in his back until they were together and she was faced with it almost every day. He never seemed to sleep on it right - granted, he was often sleeping on her - and sometimes even twisting it a certain way to reach for something while he was cooking would lead to a groan from him as he reached to rub an aching spot that he couldn't reach.

One morning, Harvey woke up before Donna from stress over Mike's handling of a case. By the time she joined him, awakened by his stirring, she found herself frowning at his back as he was sitting up on his side of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. It's a sleepy instinct she feels to reach out to him; so she sits herself up behind him and sits with her legs crossed in front of her. Before he can even turn around or react to her being up, she rests her hands at his shoulders and drags her nails down his back.

She can feel, see, and hear the sigh that it elicits.

Neither of them say anything, they don't need to. Her nails start to make waves in his shirt, and her hands circle in patterns that she isn't really thinking of. It comes to her, abruptly, that Harvey probably hasn't allowed himself a moment to stop and breathe in nearly all the time she's known him. Probably longer - probably over half of his life has been spent in motion. Forcing his body to keep up with his fast-moving mind.

As her hands sweep down by his hips, then up his spine and down again, she wonders if it's all crashing down on him now. She feels like she's just accidentally pressed pause on their day, and they are frozen in the intimacy of her touch and his silence. The thought of stopping starts to scare her. He deserves a decade's worth of back scratches and catching his breath; not a meek five minutes.

But she feels it build up - tension, not in his back, but in the air. A natural conclusion racing towards them. The need to actually move with time.

Leaning into him, she presses a kiss into the back of his neck and wraps her arms around him from behind, allowing herself to hold him for just a moment longer. His hands come to rest over hers on his sides, so that his arms are partially wrapped around himself, too.

"I love you," he tells her. She marvels that she lives a life where those are the first three words out of his mouth in the morning, and they are meant for her.

She fires back: "I love you." And smiles against his back. "You okay?"

He turns his head, then; looks over his shoulder, and she leans forward to meet him, catching his lips in a brush of a kiss. Her own body relaxes. "Better now," he murmurs against her mouth. She hums in acknowledgement before finally opening her eyes to meet his, big and beautiful and tired.

"Do you need another minute?"

Sincerely, he seems to contemplate it. His eyes flicker to her mouth again; thumbs rubbing back and forth across her hands.

"That's okay." A pause, and then: "Same time tomorrow?"

And if that isn't one of her favorite things to hear, second only to "I love you," but Harvey actually vocalizing his needs and finding ways to ask for them to be met. She'd never be able to say no. She'd never want to.

Right now, she could tell him that he could have this whenever he wanted, he'd just have to ask. But that can be a discussion for when they're both more awake, maybe over dinner tonight or as they're in the car, on their way to the office. In this moment, they know they need to rise from bed and emerge as the professional weapons they've become, so her response is cheekier:

"Hmm, I'll have to check my calendar."

And he plays into it with ease. "You have other plans?"

"I'm a woman in high demand, Harvey."

"Don't I know it." Another gentle kiss; she's sighing when he pulls away. "I'm lucky you ever managed to fit me in."

Not like that was ever difficult. "You were always there," Donna's whispering between them, "you fit before there was ever a question of making room."

Harvey finds himself falling into a silent smile. Donna gives him one last kiss, her lips against the corner of his grin, before pulling away with renewed energy for the day ahead.

"Same time tomorrow, Specter. I'll be here."

[wolfiemcwolferson]

hello, unusual request of mine, but for the prompt thing .. could you maybe do 9???????

thank u love u

hi baby, Piarles son of my CEO with a twist. I was going to make everyone suffer DEEPLY about this pre-race drabble but I decided against it after making myself very sad.

Pierre has no business being here.

It's too late, it's too hot, and he's got to be in a meeting to meet the new nepo hire tomorrow morning at 10 AM.

But, that's why he's here.

His guy - the one he hired and trained and turned into the perfect employee - was passed over for the son of the CFO.

He's barely out of grad school - probably can't write a report without consulting his textbooks.

And he's meant to be Pierre's equal. He's meant to be the person that Pierre is going to work with on major acquisitions - trust to read his mind and stay late. Do all the work that Pierre does.

So, he swore off doing this - off dragging pretty boys in bars home when he should be home sleeping and resting his brain for his job, but he's here and there's a boy sucking on the side of his neck while they ride the elevator to his floor.

"You live in a nice place." The Pretty Boy says when the elevator stops and Pierre hums, squeezing his waist, pulling him down the hallway.

They haven't spoken much. There had been some dancing and some light kissing and then he had been the one to ask Pierre if he wanted to leave with him.

He's electric though. He's electric underneath his touch and he's beautiful even in the harsh light of the hall and Pierre knows he's the kind of guy he would ask on a proper date if they met in a coffee shop or maybe at the gym.

"I do," Pierre smiles at him as he pushes the door open and then there's no more talking for awhile.

There's no more talking for exactly three hours and then there's too much talking for Pierre's liking, but he can't seem to stop.

Charles is funny as hell and he's kind of stupid and he's the best fuck Pierre has had in ages, and he's eating Pierre's lunch currently, standing up at the counter while Pierre sits across from him, accepting cold chunks of sweet potatoes off the fork.

"I just think," Charles laughs through a mouthful of potato and a smile, "that no one actually hates action movies. They say that because they want to seem cultured and interesting and above it!"

Pierre has to swallow a piece of potato that's a bit too big so he doesn't choke on it.

"There is not another genre of anything that lets you look at a dirty, hunk of man, doing things that no human being should be able to do, and -"

"Okay, yes!" Pierre agrees with him, but he waves his hand to try and get him to stop talking. "But that doesn't really do it for me so maybe that's -"

Charles spears another sweet potato and hangs his head. "There's not a single part of you that enjoys the thought of some big strong man throwing you over their shoulder and -"

He squeals because the stool Pierre was in falls to the floor and Pierre is chasing him around the counter and it's way too much for a hook-up but Pierre can't care.

Charles is gone when he wakes up, but his name and his number are on the fridge whiteboard calendar in the Saturday slot and Pierre understands that he's meant to call him on Saturday, but he's running a bit late, so he just dumps his ruined lunch into the trash and grabs one of those canned coffees that he keeps in the fridge and hopes that his shirt goes high enough to cover the bruise on his neck that Charles left with his teeth.

He's going to call him. He's already decided.

Pierre is halfway through his morning routine. He's checked his email on the train and now he's responding to everything urgent and he's about to go and debrief with Alex about their upcoming meeting, but Otmar knocks on his door, sticking his head through it immediately.

"He's here," he says simply and Pierre abandons his emails and he knows that he won't be talking with Alex. He walks into the hallway after Otmar, expecting to be met with the face of a literal child except -

Charles stands there, new badge around his neck, hands in the pockets of his black suit pants, smiling at Esteban with his eyes crinkled up and Pierre thinks he might just die.

That's the fresh faced grad that he's going to have to suffer through.

"It's nice to meet you," and then Charles makes a show of looking at his badge, "Pierre. I hear we are going to be working together on acquisitions."

Pierre has regrets, but he nods at Charles, making a show of looking at his badge too. "Charles, we will be spending most of our evenings together."

And then when Charles reaches out to shake his hand, Pierre squeezes on it too hard, watching Charles' nostrils flare.

He's swearing off pretty boys in clubs. He decides. For good this time.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

"thank you for being born" the dads to Bex!!!!

Sending gifts if one is long distance- Rayvrose

From totally not Moon River again😉

okay, so the first prompt will be posted separately later. we get rayvorose now! Thank you :D

“Okay, so she’ll be in Boston on the 24th, New York the 27th and then Charlotte on the 1st.”

“Right. And I’d rather the gift get to her before her birthday than after.”

“Are they spending the extra night in Boston or New York?”

Ray shuffles through their pile of papers. They have a handful of state maps, a wall calendar, a daily planner, and a notebook covering their table trying to sort out what Rose’s tour actually looks like. You’d think that between the two of them, they’d be better at this by now. Especially Ray, considering he regularly needs to keep track of both Trevor and Rose’s tour dates. Unfortunately, it’s a mess every single time. 

He flips through the notebook to find the Petal Pushers’ itinerary. “Boston for the 24th through 26th. Then New York for her birthday and the show.”

“Okay, I think we should send it to Boston then. We should have enough time for it to get there if we hit the post office tomorrow.”

Ray agrees as he tries to fold up one of the maps that they’d dug out. Trevor grins as he takes it from Ray and easily folds it up properly.

“Magic, I swear,” Ray murmurs under his breath. 

Trevor laughs. “It’s a special skill.” He makes a show of wiggling his fingers, “Many talents in these hands.”

Ray’s face turns pink. “Not gonna disagree,” he says before promptly returning to the issue at hand, “Okay, what are we sending?”

Trevor digs under the table for the handful of boxes they’d found around the apartment complex after coming up with this gift plan. “Her favourite chocolate, of course.”

“Think you could bake something tonight that we could add?”

Trevor hums thoughtfully before answering with a teasing lilt to his voice, “With a sous chef, probably.”

Ray coughs out a dry laugh, “Yeah, only if you want to send charred… whatever you make.”

“We’ll find a simple job for you,” Trevor counters with a smirk.

“How about I just do the clean up?”

“But you look so cute covered in flour.” Trevor grins at Ray’s reddening face before pressing a soft kiss to Ray’s mouth. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you mess anything up.”

“Okay, okay, fine. What else?”

Trevor waggles his eyebrows suggestively, “We could take some pictures.”

Ray makes a strained choking sound. “I can’t get film developed that quickly.”

“We can use the Polaroid. There’s got to be a few film sheets left for that.”

“Okay,” Ray quietly agrees. He knows that he won’t be able to resist Trevor’s arguments once they start so he doesn’t bother trying. And if he had to admit it, he knows that he and Trevor will have fun taking them. And that Rose will absolutely love receiving them. “How do we make sure nobody else sees them?”

“An envelope! Easy.”

Ray narrows his eyes suspiciously but doesn’t argue. “Is a stuffed animal too corny?” he asks, quickly moving on. 

“Nah, she’d love that. We’ll pick one up tomorrow. Something really soft.”

“Think we could afford a Gund?”

“I guess we’ll find out. Maybe you can scour for change while I bake?”

Ray readily agrees, grateful to get out of kitchen duty. He loves watching Trevor bake and Rose cook but he alway feels in the way and like a distraction. Hell, he regularly is a distraction and while it’s often worth the loss of tasty treats, that’s not what he wants to send to Rose. 

“I wish we could just be there,” Ray says sadly. 

Trevor wraps an arm around Ray’s waist. “Me too, love. Me too.” 

Ray leans into him and Trevor presses a light kiss to Ray’s temple. Ray turns to Trevor and brings a hand up to his hair as he kisses him on the mouth. They get lost in each other for a moment until Trevor pulls away. “Let’s pause this until we’ve got everything else sorted.”

Ray nods his agreement and they run through their list again, adding a co-written letter and a (worn) t-shirt from each of them. 

Trevor gets himself set up in the kitchen, sorting through their ingredients to see which of her most loved treats he can make with what they have on hand. There isn’t enough butter for properly frosted cupcakes but he can probably make cookies work. And the banana collection in the freezer is starting to take over, much to Ray’s chagrin, so he decides to whip up some banana bread too. 

Ray succeeds in finding a handful of change. Not enough to pay for anything in its entirety, but enough to make a solid dent in their planned costs (Trevor finds an emergency $10 bill hiding in the glove compartment when they go out the next day to top everything up).

While the baked goods cool, they make good on their rainchecked makeout session which manages to naturally evolve into the photoshoot Trevor had in mind. Ray was absolutely correct in his previous assumption that they would have fun taking the shots for Rose. 

“More gifts should come with these kinds of costs,” Ray murmurs when they’re done. 

“Very much agree,” Trevor says as he reaches over Ray for the camera. He checks that there’s at least one last film sheet left in it before clambering up beside Ray. He presses their sweaty faces together and turns the camera so it’s facing them, making sure to angle it down just far enough to show Rose what they’d been up to but not enough to expose themselves entirely. They wait patiently for it to print and Trevor kisses Ray as he shakes the photo. Ray reaches out for it and Trevor holds it just out of reach. 

“Nuh uh, you don’t get to see this one.”

Ray gapes at him. “How is that fair?”

Trevor sneaks a peek at it and looks back at Ray. “Maybe I’ll keep this one for myself,” he teases. 

Ray smacks him on the chest and grabs the photo out of Trevor’s hand. 

“Oh,” he says once he sees it.

“Sexy right?”

Ray firmly nods once, “Yep. Very hot. Rose will be pleased.”

Trevor pouts, “I can’t keep it?”

“No, you can’t keep it! You have my actual physical presence. Rose gets this.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“But she needs to bring it back home with her.”

“She damn well better.”

In the end, she does bring it home. A bit battered and worse for wear, considering it had been her favourite too and she’d carried it around with her, but home nonetheless. Where it was tucked into their headboard and lived for the remainder of their time together.

[spnfanficpond]

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What Have We Become

My entry for the @flashfictionfridayofficial #201 prompt Comedian’s Night and the @domaystic day 17 prompt Marked date in the calendar!

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Blue (OC), Richard “Ricky” Jones

Tags: First Person POV, slightly codependency, Secrets, Angst and feels, Non-verbal communication, Domestic Fluff, Ambiguous Ending

Summary: Rick takes Blue out to a comedians’ night the night before their big mission.

Wordcount: 809

Author's note: This is set in one of my MCU-verses, but given that none of their characters appear in this piece, I tagged it as Original Work! Things are being ambiguous and nothing is clearly discussed on purpose (even though the summary gives a clue), so I’m sorry if it’s confusing. I promise it makes sense with the rest of the story, but this was not a scene to spill every detail onto. This piece, unlike the rest of my writing, will not be posted on Ao3.

Thanks for reading, ficlet under the cut!

Ricky has said it was a good idea.

I didn’t want to get out tonight, given what day tomorrow is. And I don’t understand how coming to see random people talk to a bunch of strangers and trying to make them laugh is a good idea, but everyone seems chilled here. Maybe it’s me, who can’t understand their humour, and maybe Ricky is just pretending that this is actually fun so we don’t call it a night yet.

We’ve been here for an hour now, and it’s definitely not fun, at least for me. But well, I know what I am getting when I agree to anything he suggests —as if I had the ability to tell him no.

Ricky has been listening to the speakers and holding my hand. We’ve never done this before, outside our room, but I’m holding his back. It feels nice. Very nice. He’s also been laughing at some of the jokes, chuckling at the rest of them. And looking at me, from time to time, like trying to guess if I’m still here or not.

I’ve mastered the art of being in one place and having my mind in another, which is usually work, and that’s where I am right now. Tomorrow’s date has been marked in my calendar for quite some time, and I have only just told him today. I feel terrible for keeping it away from Ricky, making every second I’ve spent with him since I was assigned this task a waste, by not making the best out of it, but I had orders to follow.

I’m sick of orders and I’m tired of this place.

On top of that, I have just realised we have never done anything like this before tonight, nor in the years we’ve known each other or in the ones in which we have been living together. This is something Ricky has never asked me to do, and it can be his way of dealing with my departure.

This seat is getting uncomfortable and I shift, squeezing Ricky’s hand and bringing it closer on the table. I can feel his eyes on mine, and even if I’m focusing on the speaker’s lips and on trying to make sense out of whatever they are saying, I know by my side there is a better view.

So I turn to look at him, and his eyes tell me everything I need to know. He doesn’t want to go home.

Well, coming back to a bunker turned into a room and a bed we’re going to share for the last time in maybe forever doesn’t sound suitable for anyone, that’s fair. Even though he doesn’t know this last part, I know very well what is happening after tomorrow, what needs to happen if I want to fulfil my mission and finish living in this lie I’ve turned both of our lives into.

The only reason why I’d like to come back home tonight instead of running away is because I’ll be doing it with Ricky, and he’s the one giving some meaning to that name. The moment we close the door, he’s going to wrap his arms around me. Probably will pick me up to take me to bed, and most likely pepper my face with kisses until I feel my head burst from laughing.

We’re going to cuddle in bed later, entangling our fingers like we were made to be mixed with the other, and if I get lucky, he’ll remember some kind of story he’d start to tell me. If he doesn’t, or is not feeling up for it, he’ll be skipping that part and jumping to where he rests his head close to mine and whisper kind words to carry my soul to sleep. Words of freedom, hoping for a better tomorrow, and a future in which we’ll be in charge of our own fate. Words of hope, close to daydreaming of a life we could be living only if we were different people.

I’ll pretend to believe them; I’ll snuggle closer to him. But he’ll look at me like anyone’s looked at me before, like he does every night, and I’ll let it pass, praying that he keeps looking at me like that forever, simply because I cannot say the words I want to say to him. I don’t know what is going to be like to get away from his skin, his magical voice and the warmth of his presence.

And I don’t really want to find out.

So for now, all I have to do is focus on the person speaking into the microphone, and on Ricky’s laugh and his touch on me, and hope for the night to last, or at least let it be one to remember and recall in the worst of days that will be there to come.

[marvelmaniac715]

This is the Chucky confronting Tiffany angst fic that @chuckysimplmfao requested. I hope you enjoy it, it was a great prompt! 

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The house was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually, Tiffany would be squawking about something or other, or the terrified screams of victims would echo down the halls. But at this moment, the only noise was the steady sound of ripping, sticking and even sometimes licking as Tiffany busied herself with gift wrapping in the next room.

Chucky was curious, he didn’t know what she was wrapping because Tiffany hadn’t let him see the shopping bags. It wasn’t a holiday, and there wasn’t a birthday coming up (he’d checked the kitten themed calendar that Tiff had hanging up in the kitchen) so why was she buying and wrapping gifts? This curiosity led him to lumber his way into the room, still unused to his new body. 

With a lazy smirk, he snaked his arm around Tiffany’s shoulder and rested his chin on top of her head. Tiffany hummed in acknowledgment and continued with her task. She was wrapping… clothes. Specifically, a set of  bras. That was… odd. Were they for him? Sure, he had to wear them, but he normally wore Tiff’s hand-me-downs or whatever he could salvage from the laundry place nearby. He was a guy, it felt weird wearing women’s clothing that was brand new. And if it was a surprise, why wouldn’t she be shooing him away and insisting that it wasn’t ready? Everything was so strange.

“Hey Tiff, what is that?”

Tiffany whipped her head around so fast that he stumbled backwards in surprise. She bites her lip and shrugs in a way that means she’s hiding something. Chucky had known her since the eighties, he could read all of her different moods and expressions like a book.

“It’s a bra, can’t you remember what they look like?”

Chucky rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.

“I’m not an idiot, I know what it is. I just wanna know who it’s for.”

Tiffany looked almost embarrassed now, but there was a hint of steely defiance in her eyes that concerns him slightly. He didn’t like her when she decided to get feisty, because the woman was borderline insane, and that was coming from a diagnosed sociopath.

“Is it for me? Cause I’m flattered, but you know I don’t like buying the new stuff, it makes me feel weird.”

Tiffany stood up and gave him a look that meant that she pitied him. What right did she have to pity him?

“No Chucky, it’s not for you.”

There was a moment of silence, then Chucky cleared his throat and managed to speak again.

“If it’s not for me, then, uh, who’s it for?”

Silence, then, a heavy sigh.

“Nica. It’s her birthday next week, I’m gonna give it to her the next time she has the body.”

It was for Nica. That girl that he’d only kept alive because she was convenient. The girl that was young enough to be his daughter (in fact, the timing matched up, and they looked alike, it was very possible that she was his daughter) that he’d taken pity on. He’d spared her, elevated her to a higher purpose with the honour of being his vessel. And she’d repaid his kindness by  flirting with his sort-of wife. That… bitch. Then again, Tiffany had fallen for her as well. Chucky couldn’t remember the last time she’d said that she loved him, the last time they’d kissed or slept together. There was always an excuse, always a “I’m busy” or a “I need sleep, I’m doing voiceover work on Family Guy tomorrow”. The love had died.

“Since when did you start cozying up to Nica? I thought you hated her.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes and sat back down, turning her attention back to the gift.

“She’s sweet, and she actually listens to me when I speak.”

That was so unfair. He was a busy man, there were a lot of throats to slit and a lot of bottles of booze to drink. Tiff prattled on about bullshit all day, he couldn’t listen all the time. But he probably shouldn’t lash out-

“If you said interesting shit, maybe I’d be more inclined to listen.”

Oh, she was so mad now. She threw a vase at him, Chucky only just managed to dodge it.

“Why are you always like this, Charles? Y’know, Nica keeps telling me that you’re a bastard, a monster, but I stayed loyal. ‘He’s good deep down’ that’s what I always told her, but thinking about it, she might be right. You never spend time with me, you don’t love me anymore-‘

“Oh fuck you, you’re such a needy bitch, don’t you have anything better to do than whine at me about how nobody loves you?”

Tiffany was crying now. This was reaching dangerous territory.

“You never ask about the kids. You’re their father, but you don’t care about them. Nica was happy to look through the photo albums with me, would you do that?”

She was psychotic.

“She looked at those pictures with you because. You. Imprisoned. Her.”

He punctuated his last four words with sarcastic claps, trying to emphasise the important facts behind this latest attack against his character. And he barely knew those kids, he despised all children, why would his own be any different? Sure, he liked them in 2004, but they’d be difficult teenagers by now, and he couldn’t deal with that. Tiffany was steaming now.

“How could you be so heartless?”

Then came the waterworks. Chucky never knew how to handle her meltdowns, all he could do was cross his arms and look at her. 

“You’re being hysterical, Tiff. Of course I like you-‘

“But do you love me?”

He had nothing to say. What could he say? Sure, Tiff was fun, they had a great time together, but did he still love her? After a few moments, he had an answer.

“…No.”

They were both calmer now, but there was a sense of friction between them. Chucky went to walk out of the room, but just as he reached the doorway, Tiffany spoke again.

“I’m sure that, given time, Nica will love me.”

There was only one thing left for Chucky to say.

“I hope you two freaks are happy together.”

He left the room, and the house was silence once more.

[kybabi]

Hi!!! I love your writing it’s so soft & cute 💗 Can I request something for Suga, Sakusa, and Mattsukawa forgetting your birthday and how they eventually make it up to you. Thank you and hope this isn’t too much :)

forgetting their s/o’s birthday :(

w/ suga, matsukawa, and sakusa!

part 1!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: WHEN I TELL YOU YOU READ MY MIND BRUH BYE😭 i always wanted to write about characters forgetting important dates even before i started this blog HAHAH anyways

thank you sm for requesting anon! i hope i’m able to do this prompt justice😔 i did write these in the timeskip since i think i’m better at it this way. also idk why but this writing went on for way longer than i expected⁉️)

suga

suga’s been exhausted lately

being a teacher requires quite a lot of energy, especially when teaching a class of rowdy children

he often comes home too tired to do anything

and you really can’t blame him; you know you’d be the same in his position

but tomorrow is your birthday, so you’re hoping you’ll be able to do a little something, nothing big though

koushi’s always been very considerate, so you think he’ll probably be able to put his work down for a minute

even if you’ve never seen your birthday as that big of a deal, he’s always celebrated it with you anyway :)

you wake up to sunlight filtering through the blinds on the window, and yawn. you smile; today’s your birthday!

you reach over on koushi’s side of the bed, only to find that it’s cold there. you sit up, confused. and then you realize that he probably just left early for work today.

you check your phone to see if he’s sent you anything this morning, but it comes up blank. you shrug, figuring he’ll probably just come home this afternoon and wish you a happy birthday himself.

you spend the day enjoying your day off, watching your favorite shows and lounging around. obviously you wish suga was with you, but you know he needs to work today, so you have a little self-love session.

4:00 approaches and you wait for him to come home, as he usually comes home around this time. you wait, and wait, and figure maybe he just had some things to do at work.

then 6:00 rolls around and you’re a little bit tired of waiting around, but you figure it’s not that big of a deal.

it’s past 8:00 when you’ve become irritated, your phone empty, not a single message from your boyfriend in your inbox.

then, you finally hear the door open, and you go to see him. he gives you a peck on the lips and continues down the hallway towards his desk, where he sits down and sets up his laptop. he doesn’t pick up on your irritation at all.

“so,” you start. “where have you been?”

“work,” he mutters, eyes focused on the screen of his computer. you scoff, and he finally looks up at you. “what?”

“i don’t know, i just thought we’d do something today. you’re always busy.”

he sighs, as if he doesn’t have the patience to deal with you. “i know, baby. but i need to finish this, okay?” he turns back to his screen.

“seriously? that’s all you have to say?”

“y/n, i don’t have the energy for this. we’ll do something later, okay?” he says, not even paying attention to you.

and then it finally dawns on you that, he forgot.

you want to say something but decide against it, turning on your heel and entering your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

suga sighs, exhausted, and looks at the time on his computer. 9:28 pm, the clock reads, next to the date. then his eyes finally find the date, and his heart drops.

he scrambles around on his laptop, afraid to check his calendar to confirm, but it’s lying there, outlined in red, fat letters.

it’s your birthday. and he completely forgot.

then he remembers the way you were acting, and everything makes sense now. and then he remembers how he treated you. he feels terrible.

he knocks twice on the door and opens it to find the light off and you in bed already, turned away from him on your side. his chest pangs with regret.

he kneels down in front of you, and you turn away from him.

“baby?”

no response.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i totally forgot about today and i—”

“it’s fine, koushi. you were just busy,” you cut him off, voice embarrassingly watery.

“that’s not an excuse, okay? i should’ve made time for you, and i got so caught up in my work that i just forgot that i’m not the only one in this relationship,” he explains. “please let me make it up to you?”

silence.

“i love you?” he tries again, heart in his throat. he waits a few moments.

then you turn back over to face him, and your eyes are watery.

“i just missed you.”

his own eyes are filling up now, and he puts his forehead on yours.

“i’ll be better from now on, okay?”

you nod, that smile he loves taking its rightful place on your face.

he laughs softly.

matsukawa

you know mattsun loves you (he really does)

but lately it seems like he hasn’t had any time for you

you know that he’s always quite busy, what with work and other friends

but sometimes you wish you could just spend some time alone with him

luckily, your birthday is coming up!

every year, you and issei spend the day together just relaxing and being with each other

you’re looking forward to just having a day to spend with him :)

issei has already left for work when you wake up, and you send him a message telling him to have a good day.

today, you figure you’ll be productive, organizing the pantry and doing a little cooking for yourself.

it’s late in the afternoon when issei finally comes home, and you get up, excited to see him! you wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze gently, your face in his chest. but something’s wrong, because he doesn’t hug you back in the way he usually would.

he walks past you and into the living room, and he doesn’t seem to be in a good mood today.

“is everything okay?” you ask. he shrugs.

“work has just been exhausting lately,” he mutters.

“oh,” you reply. “maybe you should take some time off, relax a bit?” he scoffs, as if the idea offends him.

“i can’t do that right now, y/n.”

“well, maybe you have to. i feel like i never see you anymore; you’re never even around,” you mumble, frustrated.

he seems to be getting just as irritated as you, because he sighs in annoyance.

“look, you can’t expect me to spend every hour of every day with you. some people actually have things to do. don’t put this on me just because you’re lonely, okay?” you reel back, hurt.

why is he treating you like this? and on your birthday?

and then you realize that he doesn’t even know. and that hurts even worse.

“issei, i’m not asking you to throw away your life for me? but it’s like you don’t even care about spending time with me anymore!”

he puts his head in his hands, frustrated.

“y/n, why are you so mad at me? i’ve had a really fucking rough day today, and i don’t need you yelling—”

“well maybe if you hadn’t forgotten my fucking birthday, i wouldn’t be so upset!”

he freezes. what?

you turn away from him, eyes watering angrily, and stifle a sob. you don’t even care that much about your birthday, but the fact that he didn’t even care enough to remember stings bitterly.

meanwhile, issei is helplessly counting dates and weeks in his head. he’s reeling through a calendar in his mind, and when he finally realizes what day it actually is, his heart stops for a second.

“baby...”

“just forget it,” you whisper, voice tiny. “it wasn’t that important anyway.”

he tries to reach for your hand but you push him away.

“i’m just gonna go to bed, i think,” you mutter under your breath. “i’m sorry for yelling at you.”

as you leave, mattsukawa watches you go, and while he’s desperate to catch you and apologize, you’re probably angry at him and he doesn’t want to make it worse.

the more he thinks about it, the worse he feels. when he can’t think of the last time the two of you just spent some time together, he realizes you were right. he put his own problems in front of you, and in doing so, he hurt your feelings. he couldn’t even remember your own birthday. determined to make things right, he takes out his phone.

around half an hour later, he opens the door softly. the lights are off and you’re on your side, still sniffling quietly. the bed dips behind you, and you turn to see issei next to you. he lies down on his side, facing you, and brings your face close to his. he noses at your cheek affectionately, and while you’re upset, you’ve missed his touch so much you can’t push him away.

“i’m taking a week off just for the two of us, okay?” he whispers against your lips. your eyes get watery again. issei doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive himself for making you cry on your birthday.

“you did this for me?” you whimper.

he sighs regretfully. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t even realize how much i was neglecting you. please let me make it up to you?”

you laugh, sobbing pathetically, and bury your face in his chest.

“okay,” you giggle softly. “cuddles?”

he pulls the covers over you and holds you close.

“anything.”

sakusa

dating a pro athlete was never something you pictured yourself doing, ever

but now that you’re doing it, you can’t see your life any other way :)

the only thing is, sakusa always has a lot on his plate

having a balance between you and the rest of his life has always been difficult

and lately, it feels like he’s been drifting away

you miss him :(

buttt thankfully your birthday is coming up, so you hope that’ll give you some time alone with each other!

sakusa has been very busy with the MSBY team, and it’s been hard for him to think about anything else.

today, he’d left super early in the morning to get to practice. the team had to condition even harder than usual, and kiyoomi was already running on low energy when they began actual practice. and now, practice is over, and he’s irritable and all he wants to do is go home and sleep.

meanwhile, you’ve been at home, waiting for him to come back after practice. neither of you are that big on birthdays, but you’re hoping that you’ll be able to spend a few hours with him before the day is over.

when he finally walks through the door, you get up and take his bag for him, welcoming him home. he mutters a thanks under his breath.

you notice that he’s even more tired than usual, and you nudge at his arm. “you okay, omi?”

“tired,” he murmurs.

“oh,” you respond. “wanna watch a movie? or are you hungry? we could always—”

“i don’t feel like doing anything right now, y/n.”

you deflate. “sorry, i just figured that you’ve been so busy lately, and i thought maybe it’d be good for you to relax.”

“i think it’d be good for you to just leave me alone right now, y/n. i need to rest, and you’re just being a distraction.” sakusa rests his head against the couch, closing his eyes.

your heart stings at that, and now it’s clear to you that he doesn’t even remember what day it is. there’s a lump in your throat, and you swallow.

“right.”

you decide to leave and let him be, walking into your bedroom and closing the door behind you. he probably didn’t even notice that i left, you think.

kiyoomi is laying on the couch, head tilted up to the ceiling, when his rest is interrupted by his phone ringing. he plans to ignore it, but it’s so loud that he just picks it up in annoyance.

“what,” he grits out, irritated.

“chill dude, i was just checking in to see how you were doing!” atsumu chuckles into the phone on the other side. “you looked like you were about to fall over at practice.”

“well, i was trying to get some rest in right now, but then someone decided to call me,” sakusa mutters. atsumu laughs again.

“okay, well, i’ll leave you to it then,” he continues. “oh wait, tell y/n i said happy birthday!”

sakusa grumbles at that, about to hang up when atsumu’s words register in his head.

he sits up, fully awake now. “what?”

“tell them i said happy birthday; i didn’t get a chance to text them at all today,” he explains.

“...”

“omi?”

“i’ll call you back.”

“what—”

he hangs up the phone and stares at it for a while.

fuck. fuck. fuck. what day is it? i could’ve sworn.. there’s no way.. kiyoomi’s mind is racing.

his heart is beating rapidly in his chest as he checks his reminders on his phone. and there it is, bolded neatly: “y/n’s birthday.”

“fuck,” sakusa swears, burying his face in his hands. he can’t believe that he forgot. the fact that atsumu remembered and he didn’t.. god, he fucked up. badly.

he called you a distraction and told you to leave him alone when you just wanted to spend some time together. and now he feels like the worst boyfriend in the world.

he opens the door after knocking on it softly. he sees you gasp softly, hiccuping, and then bury your face in your pillow in an attempt to seem asleep. he would laugh at your adorable behavior if he didn’t feel like absolute shit right now.

for now, though, he sits on the bed next to you, and pulls the covers off of you. you shiver, and he scoops you up into his lap. you feel warm and soft, and you hide your face away from his gaze in his chest. he kisses your hair affectionately, and you sniffle at the gesture. you cry into his shirt, comforted by his touch.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” he mumbles. “i’m sorry for forgetting about today and for neglecting you and for being a complete asshole to you when you didn’t do anything wrong.”

your grip on his shirt tightens, and you snuggle in closer to him.

“i love you, okay? i never wanted to hurt you, and i hate myself for doing that to you.”

at that, you look up at him, teary-eyed and nose red from sniffling.

“‘s okay, omi. i’m not mad at you for forgetting about my birthday. i just miss you being here with me. sometimes it feels like you don’t even want me anymore.”

kiyoomi looks down at you in disbelief. how could you think that? he can’t even imagine how his life would be without you in it.

he puts your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away your tears. he lays a kiss on your lips, and then a couple on your eyelids, and more on your cheeks.

“i’d never want to live in a life without you. i need you,” he whispers.

“so sappy,” you mumble. a soft smile graces his lips.

“shut up,” he mutters, quiet and sweet.

yeah, you think. we’ll be okay.

[reeshyz]

Title: Gifts of time and love Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Till Lindemann Presentee: @exchoirkid Prompt: Christmas shopping Warnings/Tags: misunderstandings | fluffy ending | crying Richard Word Count: 2.897 Summary:  Richard forgets about Christmas for a second and has to go shopping for some presents last minute. Through an accident he finds out what Till wants to give someone, he just wishes that present would be for him, but he knows he doesn’t deserve him. Read on AO3: here

♪

“Ohh look who is finally awake!” Christoph is grinning when Richard enters the kitchen. Richard glances at the huge clock on the wall. Almost 9 am.

“For your information, I’m on my way to bed,” Richard grunts and then makes a beeline for the coffee machine. He doesn’t care that the caffeine will make falling asleep even harder. His whole body aches for coffee since what… maybe 5 am?

“Richard.”

Richard turns around, just to see Flake and Till in the doorway. It was Flake, who spoke his name and he seems disappointed. Probably because Richard kinda promised them all he would relax a bit these days. But he had so many song ideas.

“You know that isn’t healthy for you,” Till says and that is even worse, because Till actually sounds so sad and caring. Richard hopes the blush isn’t obvious on his face and he takes a step back. His back hitting the counter.

“It was just one night,” Richard replies but Till still looks sad.

“Richard, we just wanted to discuss the plans for Christmas real quick,” Flake says and Richard’s eyes widen.

“What?” Richard asks because for sure there is still a lot of time before… Richard hastily looks at the calendar. It’s one day before Christmas. Fuck. How the hell did he miss that? Richard looks back to the others in the room.

Flake seems a bit confused at his behavior, not that Richard can blame him. Christoph is still grinning, Ollie hides behind his newspaper and Paul happily clasps his hands. Only Till looks just as lost as Richard.

“Christmas,” Till whispers, his eyes wide.

“Yeah okay. Anyway we all agreed we would celebrate it quietly this year, right but together?” Flake explains and Christoph nods at that.

Richard’s brain rattles. He vaguely remembers agreeing to something like that. It’s not really a big christmas party, rather they are all sitting around under the tree and getting each other… presents.

Uhm fuck.

“Oh that’s great news!” Richard says and his voice gets a tiny bit too high. Everyone in the room turns to look at him again and Richard panics and holds his thumb up, before he sets the mug back on the counter.

“Yeah anyway. Ollie and I agreed to make breakfast for everyone. After that we can open our gifts,” Flake continues and Richard nods again. Fuck, he has no presents and he couldn’t order stuff one day before Christmas.

“I can’t wait to show you all, what I got for you,” Ollie says, smiling and Richard wishes he could say that himself. Ugh, they probably all have really awesome gifts with a lot of meaning behind them and he has… nothing.

“I could bake us some more Christmas cookies,” Till says, and everybody agrees happily.

“Awesome. I’d like the ones with the white chocolate again, please,” Christoph says and Paul nods hastily. Those two nearly fought over those cookies. At least that is something Richard remembers. Great.

“Sure. I need to buy new ingredients for them, but I will see you all later,” Till says and he leaves the room rather fast. Richard looks after him - and not only because he enjoys the view.

Flake starts to talk about their plans tomorrow again and Richard coughs quietly.

“Well that was nice. I’ll … uh go sleep. Like you wanted. I wanna be in my best shape tomorrow. I can’t wait to see you all opening the presents that I totally have,” Richard knows he is babbling, but he can’t stop.

With a short wave and another wink (what the hell is wrong with him today), Richard leaves the kitchen, ignoring whatever Paul yells after him.

He’s quiet when he walks out of their studio quietly through the backdoor because he has no real intention of going to sleep. He has to get a lot of Christmas presents.

Easy, right?

♪

“God I hate this time of the year so much,” Richard grumbles almost two hours later. First of all he has to wear these ridiculous clothes, so nobody recognizes him buying last minute christmas presents, and then, he can barely take a step forward, because there are people everywhere!

Richard hates people.

Also he is already carrying maybe five bags at this point. At first he had seriously no clue what to get them all. I mean, what do the others even need? Surely nothing, but then he stood outside one shop in the mall and something in the display caught his eye.

It hadn’t taken him really long to get the presents for everyone but Till. He’s always the hardest. He’d gotten Paul a new necklace, sunglasses Ollie had wished for, some nice wine for Christoph and even a signed book from Flake’s favorite author.

“I wanna go home,” Richard mumbles to himself. Just one more person needs some presents and then he is done. So only something for Till…

Fuck. Only more hours until the mall closes and he doesn’t know what to do. Till means a lot to him, but Richard couldn’t show that, right?

Richard had been in love with him for so many years by now and he feels like… maybe he should finally do something about it and be brave. And suddenly he knows what to buy.

Till would never… he would never… hate Richard for it, right?

He could also pretend someone else put that gift under the tree. But Till deserves to know that he is loved. Richard smiles and opens the door to the store. It’s warm inside and Richard feels a bit better.

Okay, it’s kinda a corny shop, but he likes it anyway.

When he pays for his stuff, the cashier, an old friendly looking man, smiles so knowingly at Richard. He tries very hard not to blush under that gaze. Instead he takes his Coupon Book and leaves the shop in a hurry.

Richard isn’t even looking where he is going, when he smashes into something. Or someone. He almost falls on his ass, if it wasn’t for someone very strong holding him in his arms.

“Richard?!”

Richard looks up and blinks, when he sees warm green eyes. Till seems just as surprised as he is, but he smiles a bit.

“Hiya,” Richard says a bit awkwardly and only then he realizes his hands are gripping Till’s jacket and he is still in his arms. Richard coughs slightly and then gets back to his own feet.

He hates himself for wishing to be so close to Till all the time. Till still seems a bit out of it as well and strokes through his hair. Richard has to force himself to look away.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Till asks and Richard looks down to the ground. Dammit. He is an idiot, now Till knows that Richard forgot all their christmas presents. Richard shrugs with one shoulder and then nods.

“Had to uh… fetch some stuff I ordered weeks ago,” Richard lies pretty badly. Till grins a bit and only now Richard sees that Till has a dozen bags as well.

Or had. Because both their bags are everywhere over the whole floor.

“What about you?” Richard asks, while he bends over to collect his own bags. Somehow they all look kinda the same. Colorful Christmas bags. Till takes his bags as well and Richard hastily takes the white bag in his hands, where Till’s present is in, before he can have a look.

“Had to get more ingredients for the cookies,” Till answers, when they both have their bags back. Richard nods and then takes a few steps back. He is still so very tired, but he would also still need to wrap all the presents.

“Well cool. I mean, see you later, right?” Richard babbles and even before Till can answer, Richard is already around the corner, on his way to his car. His heart is beating way too fast.

Fuck. He is so in love.

♪

“Oh my god I hate this,” Richard mumbles to himself two hours later, trying to wrap those damn presents.

Well… at least they all would see that Richard is trying, right? He bets everyone thinks he would just buy everything online and have it delivered already fastidiously wrapped. Ha. he would show them.

There is only one more thing to wrap. The present for Till. He even has the biggest and prettiest bow saved for that one. Richard shakes his head at himself, he really is beyond remedy.

The white bag is still on the couch and Richard wants to pull out his stuff.

“Ugh this will be so much work,” Richard mumbles. The coupon book is not really finished. It’s more an instruction, how you make your own coupon book with cute date ideas. He could make coupons for a movie marathon or maybe… maybe even a date.

Richard shudders. He will be brave. He can do this.

But when he puts his hand into the bag, he doesn’t feel a book or anything close. He pulls it out and Richard’s heart stops when he sees it.

It’s a Teddy Bear. He’s wearing something that looks similar to Till’s outfit on stage. Richard has to blink, when he realizes tears are already pooling in his eyes. Carefully he strokes over the Bear’s head.

“Till,” Richard whispers and he can’t help it. He presses the bear against himself and that’s when the first tear falls.

Richard isn’t sure how long he sits there, just cuddling the bear, before he wipes his eyes and gets up again. He has to bring Till the bear back. It probably means a lot to him and… it seems to be for a special someone.

Richard strokes over the stitched heart that is on the bears’ jacket. “I love you” is written on it and Richard takes another shaky breath. Seems like Till already has someone he loves and it’s not… Richard.

Maybe it’s Flake.

He leaves his own room and walks over to Till’s. Just as he wants to knock, the door opens and Till looks at him. He seems out of breath and a bit as if he has seen a ghost.

“Hey… uh I think this is yours?” Richard says and holds up the white bag. Till looks down to it and before Richard can even react, he snatches it out of his hands.

“Did you look into it?” Till sounds almost angry, but at least he holds up the own white bag he has in his hand. Richard hastily takes it and presses it against his chest, while he nods very slowly.

Till only looks even angrier and promptly shuts the door in Richard’s face.

Richard isn’t sure how long he stands there, before he walks back to his room. Okay so Till doesn’t like him back, Richard knew that before this happened, right? So why does it hurt so much?

He doesn’t even know why he can’t just go to sleep. But Till deserves a present so he stays up all night and crafts Till the cutest coupon book in the world.

He could always use the coupons with Flake or someone else.

At 8 am, he can barely keep his eyes open, but the book is done and there is a knock on his door.

“Richard, come on! We wanna have breakfast and unwrap the gifts,” Christoph yells and Richard nods to himself.

He could do this.

♪

Richard almost falls asleep in his coffee about three times. Till’s new cookies taste wonderful and sooner than later they all sit under the big tree Paul and Ollie had gotten them.

Someone has the stupid idea that they would draw lots, who is allowed to open their gifts first. For some reason (Richard knows Flake did that on purpose) Paul is the first one to open his gifts.

Luckily Richard will open his presents at the end. Till right before him. That means when Till opens his present, Richard just has to open his own and then he can leave for maybe two or three days of sleep.

Everyone seems really happy with their stuff and most of them thank Richard more than two times for their presents. Richard is a bit proud when Flake even mentions how beautifully he wrapped them.

He doesn’t really look at what the others get. He doesn’t want to know who gets Till’s teddy.

“Okay now it’s Till’s turn!” Flake says and he claps his hands.

Till actually gets a lot of books, but he seems to be really happy about each one. He even looks right into the poem books Christoph got him. Just then the last package is on his knees and his eyes widen, when he seems to understand what he is holding in his hands.

“What is it?” Ollie asks, who sits to Till’s right side. Till holds the book up.

“Oh wow, this is kinda cute,” Christoph says and Richard hopes nobody sees that he is actually squirming in his seat. Dammit. Till of course knows that Richard gifted it, but he blushes badly when he sees that Paul winks at him.

Till looks up as well, but Richard ignores it. But there is a tiny smile on Till’s face, when he reads the first coupons.

Richard takes a deep breath.

“So where are my gifts? I hope they are all very shiny,” Richard grins and holds his hands out. To his own amusement every present is wrapped red and white.

He gets a lot of beautiful stuff. Even the fluffy socks he got from Flake are damn awesome. Richard is already really touched at each present.

“Thank you all,” Richard whispers and he is already getting up. Yeah he seriously needs to sleep now. His head isn’t even hurting anymore, so that’s a bad sign.

“Wait, you forgot one!” Till says and Richard stops in his movement. Flake, who is still standing, pushes Richard back on the couch.

“Okay,” Richard says, when Till gives him a neatly wrapped present. He isn’t sure how to survive this. Till knows exactly what Richard had given him and now he is for sure waiting for Richard’s reaction.

Richard unwraps the gift slower than he wants to.

“Oh,” Richard whispers, when he looks down at the Bear in his hands. It’s really quiet in the room, because nobody even seems to dare to breathe. Richard isn’t looking up, staring at the bear.

Just like yesterday night, a tear drops down his nose.

“Richard hey… no need to cry, I didn’t…,” Till stutters and everyone seems a bit surprised when Richard starts sobbing for real now. He isn’t alone. Till loves him, too. He wouldn’t die alone and…

“I l-love him,” Richard gets out and that’s when Till kneels down in front of him. He is smiling so wide and Richard wishes he would kiss him.

“I thought you had someone else. I saw the coupon book and I was so disappointed. I know I don’t deserve you, but Richard I will try to treat you in the way you deserve. And I will always look out for you, even when I’m not there,” Till says quietly and at the end he presses the nose of the Bear.

“I wanted the bear so badly,” Richard whispers and this time Till leans forward and presses a kiss to Richard’s lips. They both don’t really care that it tastes like salt from Richard’s tears. No, he is addicted right from the first touch of their lips.

Even though they are aware of the audience, Till turns his head a bit and licks over Richard’s upper lip. Richard opens his mouth for Till in a heartbeat and he sighs when Till’s kiss turns more heated.

“Uh, well,” Flake says and Till snorts, before he breaks the kiss.

“I… I will try my best to treat you like you deserve as well,” Richard whispers and he doesn't even realize that they are holding hands. Till sits down next to him on the couch and takes his coupon book.

“You already do that, but I kinda wanna redeem my first coupon,” Till says and he is grinning. Richard blushes when he looks at the coupon. It’s a dark blue and clouds are badly drawn all over it.

>1 x kiss<

Richard snorts and nods.

He’s asleep two minutes later though. In Till’s lap.

[butwhyduh]

Just know

Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: somehow Dick knows exactly how to celebrate the first day of October.

Warning: scary movies, making out, cursing

Prompt: “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.” For @littleredwing89 challenge. Sorry I went out to the deadline with this one 😬😬

“All I’m saying is that it’s the first day of October tomorrow and no one is doing anything. Literally the best month of the year and nothing,” you complained while laying on your bed. Dick chuckled on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah? Are you asking to hang out in the whiniest way possible?” He teased.

“Hey! Maybe thought my best friend would want to hang out,” you shrugged. Dick rolled his eyes.

“I think I can make it,” he said. “I’ll check my calendar.”

“I don’t know. You got to talk to me tonight and between your full time job at the gym as a trainer and driving a taxi, do you have time to sleep?” You asked.

I’m a vigilante too, Dick thought. He hasn’t told you that one yet.

“I’m a little busy but I happen to have tomorrow off,” he said. I have patrol every weekend for a month but you’ve got your day, he thought.

“Great! My place or yours,” you asked rolling to your stomach.

“Mine. I’ll plan everything. No worries,” Dick suggested. I planned everything already but you don’t need to know that.

“You sure?”

“Totally. It’ll be so whelm,” he said and you laughed.

“Stop trying to make whelm happen. It won’t happen,” you joked.

———————————

“I’m at the bus stop by your house. Just know I brought so much stuff to snack on. A whole bag eat while I sit my fat ass on your couch,” you said while walking down the sidewalk. Dick laughed over the phone.

“I can’t wait to sit my fat ass down and eat some too,” he replied. “Be safe.”

2 minutes later you were being buzzed up. Before you could knock, Dick flung the door open. His apartment was decked out in Halloween unlike you had ever seen before. Orange and black streamers hung from the ceiling in his kitchen and his plain black couch had no less than 6 Halloween themed pillows.

“Wow,” you said walking in. You handed him the bag while looking over the apartment.

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun,” he shrugged.

“I’ve just never seen your place this…. Clean,” you admitted.

“Hey! I clean,” he defended.

“It smells like lemon,” you said. “Did you cook?”

“I did. Eggplant Parma. I called Jason probably a dozen times while making it and it’s his recipe but yeah, I made it,” he said.

“Wow, I’m a little shocked,” you said with a bit of a laugh. “Dick Grayson- clean house and home meal. Who knew?”

“Future house husband material,” he asked cheekily.

“Hmmm need to wear pearls while vacuuming for that one,” you teased.

“I’ll put on a low cut shirt so you can see my titties too,” he quipped causing you to laugh.

“And a short skirt so I can stare at your ass,” you replied.

“You do that anyways. Let’s get some food and we can go watch the first movie,” Dick said. You nodded and let him load you a plate of food. 2 TV tray stands were placed by the couch. Dick tossed half the pillows to the floor. He turned on the tv that was already programmed for a movie.

“Hocus Pocus?” You asked with a smile. “How did you know I liked that one?”

“I’m very observant. And it’s classic Halloween movie number 1 for like 20 years,” Dick said pushing play.

“Holy shit this is good,” you said eating the cheesy goodness. He beamed while eating his own. “You should make this for every event and function. I’m not even kidding.”

“It’s Jason’s recipe. Wrote it himself, he said. Wanted proper Italian food so he made it himself is what he said,” Dick replied. “Alfred even uses it.”

“Wow. So instead of your brother being a bar owner, he should consider a restaurant,” you commented. Dick suddenly realized you thought Jason just owned the Iceberg lounge.

“Yeah, he should.”

Half an hour later, Dick quickly put away the food and tray tables and grabbed a blanket. He placed it on you and you snuggled close while watching the movie. Your head was on his chest and Dick wondered if you could feel his heart thundering. The movie finished and you looked up at him.

“What now?” You asked.

“Hold on,” he said getting up. You watched as he lit candles around the room.

“Should I anticipate some Marvin Gaye to start playing softly,” you joked.

“Only if you’re a good girl,” Dick quipped back. Your smile fell into shock.

“Oh shit,” you said. Why was that so hot?

“I didn’t- sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” he said with a nervous laugh. Just a friend. Don’t be weird.

“Oh so flirting is default,” you quipped.

“Sometimes,” Dick said turning off the light. He walked in the kitchen. “I was gonna make this but when I asked Jason there was like 20 steps. I’m not that good. So I just paid him.” He brought out a dessert tray and 2 forks.

“My favorite. Am I dying? Is there a reason why you did all this?” You asked taking the fork as he sat beside you.

“No! Just wanted to be nice,” he said grabbing the remote to program the next movie. Amityville Horror.

“Awww you know I love Ryan Reynolds,” you cooed playfully.

“I-“

“Am kidding. I’m kidding. Thanks,” you beamed.

Dick say down next to you with his own fork while holding the tray. You took a bite of the food and groaned at the flavor.

“Again, your brother should open a restaurant. That’s ridiculous,” you said. Dick smirked a little as you made a little happy noise at the second bite.

“Don’t make fun of me. That’s the sound of pleasing a woman. Have you heard it before,” you teased.

“Wow. I brought you in my house with my food. And babe,” Dick said with a playful wink. “I wouldn’t worry if I’ve heard it. Have you ever made that sound with your pants on?”

You froze over the next bite. He was completely out of line but totally right. Guys don’t make your favorite food and watch your favorite movies. Especially when they aren’t getting laid. “I-“ you started.

“I’m playing,” he said quickly thinking you were offended.

“What if I’m not,” you replied and he looked at you quickly. “I seriously have had serious dates that can’t possibly compare.” Dick blinked but didn’t look away. “Do you like me?”

“You can’t just ask that,” he protested weakly.

“Okay. I like you,” you said like a woman possessed. You never thought you’d admit that.

“Like like?”

“Yeah I like like you. I think about you when I shouldn’t,” you admitted.

“Like when you’re alone,” he teased.

“Dick!”

“Right. Yeah, I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids,” he said before reaching over to kiss you. You bent up to meet his lips.

Dick pulled you closer while sitting the tray on the coffee table. Two forks clattered to the floor ignored. Your head hit the pillow and Dick moved over yours with his lips moving against yours. You pushed your legs out from under you so he could settle between your thighs.

“WWWWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA” the tv suddenly screamed as your leg had turned up the volume before turning the movie on.

“What the fuck,” you jumped and Dick fell to the floor before scrambling to turn off the movie. He looked up from the floor with a smile and you both started laughing. He was adorable with messy hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks.

“Coming up here,” you asked and he hopped up on the couch to join you.

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56 and 100 with andy or steve plss

Hellooo lovely. First of all thank you for the request and i’m sorry for the long wait. I was taking a break from requests to work on the multiple series that i’ve got going on but i’m back now and i hope this is worth the wait. Secondly, i chose Andy for this and i really hope you love it.

Prompt #100: “Call me selfish, but i don’t ever want anyone else to touch you”

Prompt #56: “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you”

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, smut, oral sex ( f receiving), language and ass grabbing. 18+ guys

Word Count: 2,861

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I’ll Show You

It’s been one hell of a day at work today and all you want now is just to cuddle up on the couch next to Andy, a glass of wine in hand and some random movie that he’s been dying to watch all week on the TV. To tell the truth you don’t even care what movie it is, all that matters is that he’s next to you, holding your body close to his with his cologne filling up your senses and intoxicating you. Oh and lots of kisses are also a must.

You could honestly spend forever in his company and it’s been that way since you first met, you’ve always been drawn to each other like magnets, to put it in the most cliche way possible. But it suits the two of you because you’re both introverted and home bodies. So any time you get where you can just sit together and enjoy each others company, you take it no questions asked.

This week has surprisingly dragged, probably due to all of the clients you’ve had. Your calendar has quite literally been chock a block full not to mention the severity of the things your clients unload onto you. It’s been tough. But you got into this business because you can’t help but help people and you knew the second you started on your journey to becoming a therapist that it was never going to be easy. Nothing good ever comes easy. But you don’t mind that, you’ve never shied away from a challenge before and your brains are just another thing added onto a long list that Andy keeps of why he fell in love with you.

That along with your heart of gold.

On the drive home you decide to turn the radio volume up a little more than usual, you need something to keep you going until you can run into the arms of your love and as Led Zeppelin comes onto the radio, you know you picked the right day to crank the volume up. What a band.

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Andy is just making his way out of his own office and down to the parking lot to drive home himself. He’s usually home before you but tonight he had to clear up a couple things before he got to leave and much like your career, his is also never stress free, but he loves it too much to give it up.

As you park your car you notice Andy’s isn’t here yet which isn’t unusual, you know he’s most likely had to stay behind a little later so you decide that you’ll be the one to start cooking dinner ready for when he arrives. You step out of your car and head to the back seat to retrieve your bag along with your jacket from this morning before strutting up to your front door. But before you can even put the key in the lock, your neighbour Ian jogs over, calling your name to catch your attention.

“Ian, hi” you beam, greeting him with a friendly smile, one which he returns gladly.

“Y/N, me and Julie were just talking and since i’m taking the boys out golfing tomorrow, she’ll have a spare coupon for the spa, if you’re interested in joining her”

You have been rather tense lately and since it’s Saturday tomorrow, you’re not gonna pass up such a wonderful opportunity to relieve the tension building and the knots forming all over your back.

“Sure, that would be great. What time?”

“11” he responds simply and you nod your head rather enthusiastically.

He places his hand on yours as he smiles from ear to ear “brilliant, she’ll be over at half ten then just to be safe. Have a nice evening” and with that he walks away just as Andy is walking towards you with a not so cheery look on his face. Must have been a tough day at work for him too.

“Hi handsome, what’s with the pouty face?” you tease as you let the two of you into your shared house but he doesn’t seem to be laughing at your not so funny joke.

“Andy?” you press him for some kind of response even if it’s a nod or mumbling, you’d rather something than to be blanked by him but to no avail.

He just shrugs his coat off, hooking it onto the coat rack before slipping his shoes off and placing them in the shoe holder. And since he doesn’t seem to be responding any time soon, you do the same before padding into the kitchen to have a look at what you have in the refrigerator and the cupboards to cook for dinner. You eventually settle on a simple dish, mac n cheese. It doesn’t take too long to cook and that’s exactly what you need seeing as you’re starving.

You take one of the many pots and pour some water in it before setting it on the stove on a medium heat to boil whilst you change into something a little comfier.

As soon as you enter your shared bedroom you see Andy making his way into the closet too and when you walk in he turns his head to see you staring right back at him, confusion all over your face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, hoping that this time he might actually tell you rather than acting like you didn’t open your mouth “what did Ian want?” is all he says and it’s all he needs to say for you to know just why he’s acting off with you.

Ian and Julie have lived opposite you ever since you moved in and you automatically got along, all four of you. They’d get a babysitter for their children and you’d double date every now and then but those fun times were interrupted when Andy insisted that Ian had a thing for you. Although you tried to convince him that it wasn’t true and he was just paranoid, you couldn’t help but notice the evidence too. The way Ian would look at you and hold his stare a little too long, the way he’d flirt without you realising it at the time and obviously today, the way he had his hand on yours. Andy must have taken one look at that and assumed the worst.

“He asked if i’d go to the spa tomorrow with Julie, i said yes, why?” you have to be sure though, although you’re assuming now, you want him to be able to tell you what’s got him so bitter.

“I don’t trust him” he mutters as he finishes changing into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

“He’s harmless Andy”

“I saw the way he was with you just now, touching you and giving you that shit eating grin, he knew what he was doing”

“Andy, whatever he thinks of me, i don’t care. I’m with you for a reason, can you just trust me”

“It’s not that i don’t trust you” he snaps

“Except it seems that way”

You hold off on changing for now, deciding that storming off childishly is the better option. Once you’re back downstairs you then place the pasta into the now boiling water, making sure to turn the heat up one more too.

“Why can’t you just see things from my perspective here?” he wonders out loud as he leans on the kitchen counter, catching your attention. The way his hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are hunched over, it makes you feel bad for even getting mad at him. Sure jealousy isn’t great but when he gets so worried about other men stealing you away you can’t help but realise just how much he loves you. He loves you so much that the thought of you leaving breaks him let alone if you were to actually go.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that and you’ve told him plenty of times.

“It’s not that i don’t see things from your perspective, it’s the fact that there’s no telling you. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than be without you yet you’re too caught up with Ian having a little crush to notice that”

“Yeah well call me selfish Y/N, but i don’t ever want anyone else to touch you let alone flirt”

Instead of fighting back against him you step closer and wrap your arms around him as you stand on your tip toes and just as your lips touch his, his hands grip your face gently.

His grip tightens the more you kiss him and when you slip your tongue in, he loses all control. His hands dance all over your body, leaving no spot untouched. Goosebumps form all over as the kiss heats up, the pasta long forgotten on the stove as you’re too busy being ravished by your man.

“Someone’s very possessive” you mock, smirking a little into the kiss before he kisses you so hard it knocks the air from your lungs and when you pull away you’re gasping.

Your breathing hitches as he rests his forehead to yours, his handsome face inches away from yours and all you want to do is just claim his lips, just like you did seconds before. You can’t get enough of him.

However, he beats you to it, gripping your chin aggressively as he bites down on your bottom lip with need. You pull him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck loosely to which he happily obliges.

“Is that a problem?” he asks, raising his brows at you as you struggle to regain control of your breathing, you simply shake your head no in response, half expecting it to end here. But he has other plans.

“Good” he starts, slowly walking into the lounge leaving you stood there confused. So you decide to follow, only to find him laying down on the couch with his eyes trained on you.

“Now, why don’t you come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you today”

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him smile afterwards, you can’t quite believe that he’s all yours.

Without another second left to pass, you head over to him and begin to straddle his waist. He quickly takes control, moving you further up until you’re hovering above his chest.

Large calloused hands grip the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it up to expose your laced black panties. Andy can’t help but choke on air as he sets his eyes on your panty clad mound. But rather than waste time, he starts to devour you over the lace before eventually slipping them to the side and feasting on you like a man starved.

The sensation causes you to throw your head back and practically scream due to how good it feels. His tongue on you like this will never get old, it’ll always be one of the best things in life, one that you’ll continue to enjoy for many years to come. The way his skilful tongue glides over your puffy folds with such precision before he eventually latches on to your bundle of nerves, it’s almost too much to bare and you can feel the coil tightening already with every suck and lick.

And when he slurps on you as he drinks the juices that pour from your fountain you’re unable to stop your hips from moving on their own accord and before you know it, you’re grinding yourself on him desperately as he lays there taking it like the greedy man he’s always going to be for you.

For him, you’re it. You’re the one and you always have been since he first met you.

After Laurie he didn’t expect to ever want another woman again until you came along. You rocked his world, turned it upside down and since then, he’s been hooked. He’s obsessed with the taste of you, the smell of you, the sight of you and the sound of you. You ignite a fire within him, alert all of his senses and turn his whole body into gooseflesh. Just the way he loves.

He flickers his eyelashes before looking up at you as his hands make their way to your perfectly shaped ass so that he can dig his claws into the soft skin of your round globes, causing you to keen for more.

The sounds your making should have alerted the neighbours by now but even if they do, Andy doesn’t care. He just loves the music you make as you arch your back, still riding his tongue as he pushes it further into your tight and wet hole.

“Please, Andy” you cry out, reaching down to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, you’re desperate now, even more so.

“Hm?” he mumbles, the noise vibrating onto your pussy “i’m gonna cum” you breathe out heavily, trying to gain control over the situation but failing miserably. 

Andy rests his hands on your hips, stilling the movements before diving back in for more. He swirls his tongue around your folds once again before ultimately settling his plump lips around your pulsating clit and sucking like his life depends on it.

You can’t hold back anymore, the sinful moans are enough to make him cum too without you even so much as touching him.

And with one final suck and two of his fingers massaging your folds, you cum with a frantic sob. Your body launches forward and he pulls you down so that you’re laying on top of him.

He strokes your back delicately, soothing your shaking body. He can feel your legs jolting every couple of seconds.

Eventually you get off of him and attempt to stand up but of course, you fail miserably.

“So, how was that?” he rasps, chuckling simultaneously

“Perfect, oh and i missed you too today” you smile and he eventually stands up as you slouch down.

“Good, now just let me finish the job then we can order takeout” he says, causing you to furrow your brows but the unasked questions have their answer once he gets on his knees on the floor between your legs and dives right back in.

You shiver a little, your pussy is still trying to recover but he just can’t get enough. His tongue laps at the cum still spilling out of you, making sure that every last drop is inside of his mouth before swallowing it all.

“Now i’m done” he quips and you sit up a little, pulling him closer to you so you can get a taste of yourself on his tongue. Once he slips it into your mouth you can’t help but get carried away, until the door knocks, disturbing you from your peaceful and romantic moment.

You stand up to go and answer it, quickly sorting out your appearance in the hallway mirror before you open it. It’s Ian.

“Ian, hi... again” you giggle nervously as you turn to see Andy’s face change from content to angry in seconds. He practically jumps up off the couch to join you at the door, his beard still damp with your arousal.

You watch as Andy stares the poor man down before wiping at his face.

“I was just stopping by to let you know that Julie wants to leave at 10 instead, you know because of traffic and all” you can practically smell anxiety on him and Andy notices it too.

“Sure, that works for me” you say before the situation turns awkward.

You glance over at Andy who is just stood there watching him intently but he’s coming off rather intimidating.

“Anyway, we’re about to order takeout Ian so we have to go” Andy adds in before snaking his arm around you waist and pulling you closer to him, you follow Ians eyes as he looks down at your skirt and you can only hope Andy didn’t spot that but judging by the change in his breathing, he did.

Shortly after Andy bids Ian goodbye and as he’s walking off, you’re still in the doorway.

You turn to your jealous boyfriend and tut, resting your hands on your hips but he soon disbands your serious facial expression as he smacks your bum which causes you to squeal.

“Andy”

“Let’s get you to bed so i can really show you how much i missed you” he kicks the door shut as he picks you up to carry you to your shared bedroom and you just know you have a long night ahead of you.

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Keyed Up

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^ Thanks to these two blogs for the prompt. It got the writing motor going! And kudos on the gif to the owner, it is not mine! Nor are Tig and the Sons, which I voluntarily relinquish to Kurt Sutter and his brilliant, twisted mind!

Warnings: Language and a lot of not-so-subtle Tig 

Story based on this prompt below : 

Living in Charming wasn’t Plan A. By God, it wasn’t even plan H. Yet, that’s where Y/N’s been living for the last year and a half and it has been most probably the best year ever. Between working 2 jobs and handling, well, let’s be fair, an entire kindergarten of adult bikers, life’s been busy but quite bright and fulfilling. Handing up hanging around the Sons has been a series of happy coincidences that went from meeting them at the diner you worked at to helping bartending on busy weekends at the Clubhouse to them bluntly asking that you helped with bookkeeping. Starting first with the garage, you became quite aware of what was going on around the lot but got no details. But when you started doing the books from the club, they couldn’t hide you their activities anymore. Instead of fleeing, like they thought you would, you actually found a way to possibly care about them anymore. Instead of the whole thing scaring you, it actually got you very protective of them and more scared of them getting hurt than you getting mixed in the very bloody scene they played on. 

One Son brought a side of you that you didn’t know existed, before meeting him : something along the lines of a momma bear with her cub or a giant mountain gorilla with his offspring. The question remained though as to which came first? Did you start worrying about Tig more because of much he knew just how to put himself in the worst possible scenarios? Or did you over exaggerate the actual amount of danger surrounding the man? One way or another, although you always made sure everyone was alright, you paid extra attention for any kind of scratches or heavy bleeding on Tig. 

- We’re off on a run for a couple of days, Sweetheart, will you be able to come keep an eye on the garage, Jax asked you. 

- Of course, have some books to finish up anyways and it’s gonna be so damn peaceful without all of you around to bother me! 

- You do know you’re faking bothered and you’re not even good at it, right ? Tig asked you, smirking while making you blush slightly. 

- It’s not because Y/N answers your every needs and calls that you’re not a bother, Jax replied, rolling his eyes at the obvious manoeuvre Tig was trying to pull. 

- No, it’s because I’m Y/N’s favorite, he answered back, putting a very confident arm comfortably around your shoulders, pulling you to him, while your face felt so hot, an egg could’ve fried. 

You quickly got up, mumbling something to do on the something about something that you promised to something and disappeared in the other room. The boys were left chuckling about it and Tig was left wth a tingling all along his arm, where he held you. 

When the boys left, you finally showed yourself again to say goodbye and tell them that everything was under control. 

The hours and days ticked by painfully slowly while the Sons were off doing God knows what with God knows who. You managed to close a lot of books that were piling up but deeply missed the ruckus that the boys brought around the clubhouse : it made it alive. 

You did have many very decent qualities to you, but being the kind of person that always had a phone around in case of emergencies wasn’t one of them. Which meant, it often stayed on your bedside table or on the kitchen counter for the entire day, because ou forgot it there that morning. You always said it made you mysterious but for most, it just made you impossible to reach. Calendars have always been a big mess as well. Never fully knowing which day it is, you still always found yourself at the right place where you’re supposed to be. 

Leading to that evening. It was engraved in your memory that the boys were coming tomorrow therefore, obviously, they couldn’t be coming tonight, right? 

You went out with friends for an old-fashioned diner-movies-gossiping, which basically always ended in : When are you and Tig finally get together? And you desperately changing the subject, blushing and babbling about him being just a good friend, nothing more, just like the others. our friends laughing that you could actually believe yourself. 

The thing is, tomorrow would not be the day the boys arrived home because tonight was. And your cellphone may have been beeping and lightening up and ringing, the fact it was tuckered under a pillow on your couch made it absolutely impossible for you to notice it. 

You came home fairly late that evening, fiddling with your keys when you heard loud noises coming from the inside of your house. Panicked, you took  a flower pot from your porch and slowly unlock the door and opened it. Peeking inside, you waited for indications as to where the sound was coming from. You heard nothing for a while and decided to go in slowly to try and found out what was going on. And then, coming out of your bedroom door with a baseball bat in his hands stood… Tig. Fucking. Trager. You put the flower pot down and opened the lights to see him bleeding from his arm and with a scratch on his head. 

- WHAT THE HELL TIGGY?? 

- WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WE’VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR 2 HOURS STRAIGHT, I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT YOUR CELLPHONE??

You blushed slightly, realizing your phone was left at home and the boys were actually worried about you. You took it from under the pillow and threw a shy smile at Tig. 

- Oops… Hey! Wait a minute. How did you actually get in?

You pushed pass him, ignoring the bleeding he had on his arm for another minute while you went to look at your bedroom window. You turned back at him and sighed, rolling your eyes in *faked* annoyance 

- You have got to stop breaking into my house.

He smiled coyly at you. 

- I wouldn’t have to if you’d just give me the keys, while throwing you a flirty wink. 

You grabbed his unhurt arm and dragged him to your bathroom where you could deal with his injuries. You forced him to take a seat and took upon yourself to find something to treat him. While you looked for alcohol swabs, he took his sweet time detailing your face, your eyes and your body in the nice clothes you decided to wear to go out. When you turned around, you saw his eyes glued to you and couldn’t help your blushing. You dealt with his minor injury quickly and threw all the stuff you used away. While your back was slightly turned to him, he grabbed your waist and pulled you on his lap. Feeling his breath on your neck and on the soft skin right behind your ear made you both giddy and very nervous. 

- I’m not kidding, if you’d just give me that key of yours… he murmured, lips close to your ear

- Tiggy, you just threw yourself through my bedroom window, I don’t think giving you the key would be safe, you mocked, trying to keep some kind of composure. 

- What if instead of crashing through your window, I wanted to come crash here, sometimes, he insisted teasingly, while you felt his nose in the crook of your neck and his hand on your thigh, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

- Tig… you breathed out.

Hearing his name being said so close to a moan made him turn your head towards him and pull you into a steamy kiss. After a while (could’ve been a minute, could’ve been three hours, you really did suck with time), the two of you pulled away to try and catch a breath. You stood up, turned around and left the bathroom. Tig, left alone with wide eyes, started freaking out, thinking he went too far, too fast, again. But this time, he bit his tongue for pushing away someone he truly cares about. Panicked and wild-eyed, he gets up and starts following you to explain but bumps into you when he gets out of the bathroom. 

Standing there, with a crooked smile on your face, you grabbed his hand to pull him into another kiss while discreetly slipping your key in the hand you were holding. You felt him smile against your lips while he grabbed you to pull you even closer to him. 

Nothing needed to be said. He had your key and you had no certainty that he wouldn’t still break into your house just because. But you sure wouldn’t have it any other way, because he may had your key now, but you had him and it’s all that mattered. 

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that which we call a rose

based on the prompt: a hello/goodbye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

happy valentine’s day, kastle fam!

On the second Thursday of every month, Karen can’t help the extra spring in her step. There’s no point in trying to hide it—she does have an office adjacent to Matt’s, after all—but until she knows what it even is, she’ll let her friends draw their own conclusions.

This month is no exception.

“So…hot date tonight?” asks Foggy, precisely ten minutes after Matt’s said goodbye. Though Foggy’s doing his best to sound nonchalant, he’s clearly been waiting all day to spring the question on her. “You haven’t stopped smiling since you walked in this morning. And that was before we even had coffee. What gives?”

“Not a date,” says Karen lightly. “But a something.”

“Wait.” Foggy looks up from his briefcase, dropping every pretense now. “Yeah? That’s great! I’m so happy for you, Karen.”

She looks a little bemusedly at him. “Thanks, Foggy, but it’s not a big deal. Just takeout and whatever’s on TV tonight, probably.”

“Hey,” says Foggy. “Not gonna lie, but that sounds pretty appealing right now.”

Karen lets out a laugh. “Why? What’s stopping you and Marci?”

“You know how she gets about this kind of thing.” Foggy glances at his watch, and groans. “Shoot. I still have to pick up flowers. I can’t afford to be late—literally. This place had like a five-month wait list for tonight, and I think there’s a surcharge if we hold up one of their tables.” He throws her a rueful smile. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” says Karen, in a tone that she hopes will come across as commiserating rather than slightly confused. Was there some memo about today that she missed?

“And you have a good ‘not a date but a something,’” says Foggy, practically beaming at her. “You can”—he gives a comical wag of his eyebrow—”not tell me all about it tomorrow, sound good?”

“Sure,” says Karen, smiling distractedly. She waits until Foggy has gone, the door closed securely behind him. And then she picks up her tiny desk calendar, which she’d forgotten to flip over to February, and looks down at today’s date.

Oh. God.

…

The signs are everywhere, on her walk home from the subway.

For the life of her, Karen doesn’t know how she could’ve missed them before. Paper hearts plastered on storefront windows. Floral shops spilling out onto the sidewalks. Restaurants boasting their two-for-one specials. And the couples. All the couples, wherever she turns.

By the time she’s at her apartment, Karen is nearing levels of genuine panic.

She hangs up her work clothes as if on autopilot. She pulls on a worn pair of leggings and a soft, oversized sweater before pausing to reconsider, and then she changes out of that too. This isn’t just any second Thursday of the month anymore.

She checks her phone, in case Frank has canceled.

She does have a text from him, but all it says is that he’s running about a half hour late—his latest demolition site is all the way up in the Bronx, and traffic is a bitch right now—but how does she feel about Vietnamese for dinner?

There’s no doubt in her mind that the day has not occurred to him either.

Perfect. I’ll be ready with the wine, she sends back, and immediately wonders what has come over her. Beer would’ve been the more appropriate choice for this very much not-a-date, and besides that, they never drink wine together. Whiskey, sometimes, but they’d finished off her last bottle of Maker’s the last time he was here.

Wine is different. Wine means something. Right?

What was she thinking?

And what on earth is she supposed to wear?

…

Karen answers the door an hour later, back in her sweater and leggings. She breathes a small sigh of relief to find Frank there in his typical attire—jeans, with a faded black henley, and a crooked half-grin as he steps over the threshold into her apartment.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” he says back, like it’s just another day. Like this is just another dinner for them to catch up. He holds up a bag and says, “Hungry?”

“Starving.” She reaches for the food so he can get out of his coat, but he waves her gently off.

“’S’okay, I got it.” He looks at her, his gaze going warm. “Think you said there’d be wine?”

And just like that, the rest of her anxiety melts away. There’s still a light flutter of nerves in her stomach, but that’s something else.

Something that she’s always going to feel whenever she’s around him, whether it’s Valentine’s Day or not.

…

Despite how casually Frank is dressed, there’s always a sense of formality to the way he moves around in her place. Like he’s not quite sure whether he’s intruding or not.

He carefully folds his jacket over the back of her couch before taking the food to her kitchen, unpacking each dish as she pulls out the wine.

She tells him about work—minus Foggy’s theories on how she planned to spend her evening—and Frank doesn’t say much, but she knows that he’s listening, attentive to her as ever.

Somewhere between the first and second glass of wine is when he starts to loosen a little, leaning his elbows onto the counter, swiping the last bite of spring roll from her plate.

He tells her small stories about how work has been going for him, and each time she laughs he ducks his head down, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

They end up eating half the food before realizing they’re still standing in her kitchen.

Frank takes their wine to the couch, and she turns the TV on at low volume, flipping aimlessly through the channels.

They settle on a cooking show, which would’ve surprised her one year ago, before these Thursday night dinners. Before he teased her for the one frying pan that she owned and resigned himself to eating takeout from then on. Before they learned to laugh about things like what Matt said at work that day, or the fact that Frank hasn’t had to kill anyone with a sledgehammer. Not recently, anyway.

“All right,” he says, pointing at the pasta on her TV screen. “Next month, we’re doing this at my place for a change, and I’m making you that.”

She doesn’t know why she does it.

Maybe it’s his casual reference to next times. Maybe it’s how closely they’ve wound up sitting together, with her thigh snug against his, the arm he’s draped warmly over the back of the couch right behind her.

Maybe it’s the way this not-so-random Thursday in February feels as though it could become something like every day, for them.

“Deal.” She puts a hand on his knee without even thinking about it, smiling as she tells him, “All right, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Okay,” says Frank, turning to smile back at her.

It happens so fast, so instinctively that before she knows what she’s doing, she’s leaning in, and pressing her mouth briefly to his as she stands from the couch.

Like this is an everyday kind of thing for them too, kissing each other before one of them’s about to leave the room.

Karen makes it down the hall without any memory of how her legs have carried her there. Oh God. Oh God.

Her cheeks are flaming when she shuts the bathroom door behind her.

…

After splashing water on her face, and dabbing it dry with shaky hands, she looks in the mirror and wills every last part of her being to get a freaking grip. This is Frank, and she can be honest with him. Even if it means being honest with herself.

She knows what this is. She knows what she wants it to be. And she’s done letting either of them think that anything less is going to be enough for her.

Karen takes a deep breath and steps out of the bathroom.

…

She hadn’t been gone long, but apparently it was long enough.

The TV’s shut off, their wine glasses cleared from the coffee table. He’s not on the couch.

He’s not—anywhere in her living room.

But as she moves closer, she sees his coat still folded there, and then she hears the sound of movement in the kitchen. She doesn’t know whether she’s more relieved or apprehensive at the prospect of facing him right now, but she supposes she’s grateful she even has the option to decide between the two.

Frank’s clearing the counter, so she can’t get a good read on his face. He’s quiet, though, brows creased together even more somberly than usual, and the fact that he won’t meet her eye should tell her everything he’s not saying out loud.

Their leftovers are stacked neatly next to the takeout bag. He slides the bag out of her way as she picks up the food containers, storing them in her fridge. There’s a six-pack of beer on one of the lower shelves, the bottles clinking together as she closes the door.

“Frank,” she says, careful not to look over at him, “I think we should talk about what we’re doing here.”

He swallows audibly. And then he says, “Yeah. I know.”

She glances at him, wishing she weren’t as surprised as she feels. She’d expected more resistance from him, if not outright denial. It’s unfair of her, she knows; Frank’s abysmal track record notwithstanding, he’s still here, despite the fact that she’d just snuck a kiss out of him without his permission. That has to mean something.

Right?

God love him, though, but he can’t seem to keep his hands still. He grips the edge of the counter, and then reaches into the takeout bag, a rustle of paper and plastic that echoes overloudly in the silence between them.

Karen presses her lips together, biting back a refrain about how now is probably not the time for dessert.

Instead, Frank pulls out a small bouquet of white roses.

She stares as he sets them down on the counter. When he looks up at her, it’s with an intensity that nearly knocks her off her feet, and she grips the counter edge too in order to steady herself.

His gaze is unwavering on hers. “I’ve been thinking about this day for a while.”

She blinks at him, a part of her still wondering if it’s wrong of her to hope. “You have?”

“More than anything.” He shifts closer, and now she can see the last of the fear in him too, how he’s finally reached past it for something—for more. The edge of her own fear starts to soften, giving way to that fluttering lightness only Frank can make her feel.

Karen steps forward, marveling at the shared heat between them without their bodies actually touching. “And what, exactly, have you been thinking?”

Frank brings his hand up to the back of her neck, and she closes her eyes as he pulls her in.

He kisses her, and it’s everything Karen has wanted, everything she could only pretend that she hadn’t been waiting for all this time. He kisses her, and she knows how long he’s been wanting, and how hard he’s been waiting for this too.

He draws in a hoarse breath when they part. “I wanted to get this right,” he murmurs.

“Well,” says Karen, trying—failing—not to smile, “you want to know what I think?”

He tightens his arms around her. “What?”

“I think this is a good place to start,” she says, and leans in to kiss him again.

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House Party

Summary: You were invited to a party, little did you know, your best friend would be there too Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Squares:  Smut for Make Me Feel Bingo // Sat on their lap instead of the chair for SPN Fluff // Jensen Ackles for Winchester & Beyond Bingo // Stolen Kisses for Any Fandom Fluff // Slow Burn for Tell Me A Story Bingo // Friends with Benefits for SPN Mixed Bingo Warnings: +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Friends to Lovers, Smutish, cockwarming, alcohol, party, dirty talk, teasing, no panties, jealousy (mention)  Word Count: 1466 A/N:  This is my first attempt to actually write some graphic smut, so please be nice. In here you will also find some bolded prompts for the 7k follower celebration of @negans-lucille-tblr’s  This fic is unbeta’d so any mistakes (grammar, spelling, etc) are mine.

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It was Tuesday night when your calendar app notified you that you had your best friend Muni’s house party on Saturday. You texted her and agreed to meet on Thursday to buy clothes for the party.  You bought a two-part dress that you certainly were going to wear almost no underwear because it was really tight. You felt insecure by wearing something that tight but you couldn’t deny you looked amazing. 

When you arrived at Muni’s house, there were many people, and it was just less than an hour since it started. You saw some mutual friends, some men were drooling while staring at you. You were aware of that, but they didn’t care you could see them. In a way it made you feel uncomfortable. You were checking your phone every now and then like you were expecting a call or something.

You were about to flirt with a guy when you saw someone’s back. You could recognize that back everywhere. It was Jensen Ackles, he made it to the party. The last time you saw him, you were drunk and having sex. Amazing sex if you could brag out, the best you’ve ever had. You were staring at him when he turned around and saw you, he had a small smile, but then he saw what you were wearing and his eyes filled with lust. Yes, you were some feet away from him, and still, you were able to feel his intense gaze, he was undressing you with his eyes and you were ruining your panties to just thinking of him. You smirked at him, smiled like you were the only ones in the room, and went to find Muni. You were with Muni dancing and talking with some of her friends when you felt a presence behind you. You knew it was him, that unique scent he has, the perfume he wears, that undeniable presence you could identify without thinking.  Your body reacted at him, not the way you were expecting but you pressed and grind your butt against him.

-Hey sweetheart — he said to your ear, pulling a hand around your waist and getting you closer to him Your whole body shivered at hearing him in such a low tone. You kept grinding your ass against him. You turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips and then you left. Jensen was perplexed and you were red in embarrassment. Thank god for the alcohol you were drinking, sober you’ve never acted this way.

Jensen was one of your best friends and you were madly in love with him. You thought he was not interested in you, at least not like you wanted, you had sex with him in the past, but never flirted back the way it did today. He was different, he encouraged you to keep moving your ass against his crotch, he never stopped you. And when you kissed him, he never backed away. Your panties were ruined by now, you could feel how wet they were. You were ruined.

-Have you seen how Jensen looks at you? — Muni asked you Jensen appeared in front of you, stole a kiss and he continued his way. You were frozen, you weren’t expecting it at all -Oh my god — Muni exclaimed — What the hell just happened? She was surprised, she had never seen Jensen acting that way with anyone, not even with you.  -He is so into you. Buying that dress was the best decision you could ever make. -I still hate it. It’s too tight — you complained -Well, Jensen loves it. He can’t take his eyes off you. Clearly, he wants you in his pants -Half the men in here want the same thing. Besides, he just sees me as his friend, nothing more -Babe, the way he is looking at you, and behaving around you, doesn’t show him as just a friend. He is interested in you -He is just teasing. He would never be interested in me — you admitted sadly -Let’s wait until the party ends, and then you tell me. You’ll thank me later — he said and left you alone Wherever you were going, you could feel Jensen’s intense glare following you. Maybe Muni was right and he was interested in you, or maybe just wants sex. It wouldn’t be the first time, sex without feelings. 

You needed to go to the bathroom and he was just in the way. Two can play the game. You approached him and gave him a long kiss. He grabbed you from your waist deepening it. You broke the kiss and before he could say something you kept walking. You’ve just ruined a friendship. This was the end. Once in the bathroom, you checked your panties, as you expected, they were a mess. It was getting uncomfortable to have them wet, so you took them off and threw them on the laundry basket that Muni has there hidden. No one would know you are not wearing panties, the bottom of your dress is too tight. You felt uncomfortable at first, but you tried to not think about it.

When you got back to the party, Jensen was out of sight. You felt bad, it was your fault, you made him feel uncomfortable and he left. You went to the kitchen to grab another beer when you spotted him sitting alone with his phone in one of the corners. You grabbed two beers and went where he was seated -Nobody puts baby on the corner — you said while sitting on his lap instead of a chair He smiled and grabbed one of the beers opening up and handing it to you, grabbing the other for him. You accommodate yourself in his lap, making sure to press your ass against his semi-hard cock. Jensen could feel you and with his free hand, he grabbed you from your waist putting the hand over your thigh.  Just feeling his cock through the fabric and his hand on your thigh, you were getting even wetter. Jensen squeezed your thigh and kissed you on your neck -Don’t you get tired of teasing? Wearing that tight little dress giving nothing left for the imagination? -Mhm… Jay — you moaned moving your ass He moved the hand that was on his thigh higher to the hem of your skirt. You opened your legs. You seated sideways on his lap, putting one arm around his neck and the other near his crotch -Mmm sweetheart, you feel what you do to me? You make me get jealous of everyone wanting to devour you. -But I want you, not them— you said moving your hand to his crotch Jensen moved his hand higher and looked at you with lustful eyes. He smirked at you when he realized you were wearing nothing -What a naughty girl, no wearing any panties — he moved his hand inside your skirt -I bet you are really wet You moved your hand to his zipper  -Please, Jens — you moaned Jensen was hard, his cocked throbbed when you grabbed from under his underwear. You could feel the tip getting wet with precum. Jensen opened your legs a little more and moved a finger along your folds -Mmm baby, you’re so wet You opened his jeans and took his cock out. You got up and Jensen with wide eyes open realized what were you going to do -Are you getting my cock warmed? — He said helping you to sit on his cock -Mhm… Jens — you moaned while kissing him

You’ve had sex with him before, but today he was a lot bigger than you expected. Probably it was the position you were both seated, he filled you up and reached places no one has ever touched. He held you in place and started to kiss you. You could feel his cock getting harder inside you. You tried to circle your hips while making out with him, you needed the friction, but Jensen held you in place. -Jens… — You broke the kiss -What is it, baby? -I don’t know how long I will resist without moving -Me neither, sweetheart. I want you so bad -I want you too — You gave him another kiss — Let’s go to the guest room, I’m staying there tonight -Tomorrow I’ll take you on a date. That’s a promise

When you moved from his lap, you felt empty. He was quick to fix his pants and then you grabbed his hand, ready to be fucked out by your best friend. Muni saw that you were taking him to your room and smirked. A minute later you got a text “I told you. Please be quiet. I want all the details.”

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