#the chocolate lab i guess can pass

[stinkybrowndogs]

My late grandma would always buy me a new ornament each year, and because we were both dog people they were all puppy themed ;-; i dont know if they are making the same collection anymore, but i might try and find the years i am missing.

(There is also a chocolate lab i forgot to take his pic) ...they r my favorite ornaments... i want to keep the puppy tradition going. I need a border collie (my grandmas favorite dog breed) and a gsp

I think 2010 is the last one i have? .... to ebay i go

[seancekitsch]

Can I request Jayvik x Reader? I'm so excited you want to write for Arcane

another little shortie but i like this dynamic 💖

Jayce hums a happy tune despite his lateness, excited that today was going to be the beginning of a new project in the lab. He knew that Viktor and you were already at the lab setting things up, having gotten up way earlier than him this morning. But even with his lateness, he has treats. For you there’s a garlic bagel with chive and onion cream cheese and a hot cup of tea, for Viktor a chocolate croissant and some sweet milk, and for himself an iced mocha and bacon egg and cheese on an biscuit with hot sauce. He shifts the bag under his cup carrier, yanking the door open with a free hand as he concludes his song, ready for the greeting and praise the two of you will give him when he shows off the breakfast haul.

Only, he’s not greeted with hugs or loud greetings or praise for remembering everyone’s breakfast order. Instead he hears hushed voices, quiet moans coming from the far side of the room.

Viktor has you on his lap, your cardigan discarded on his desk as he presses sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Right there?” he asks you, and then dives back in, Jayce can see that with this kiss his tongue even darts out to lick at your pulse point. You encourage him with a moan, throwing your head back.

“Should I be jealous?” Jayce speaks up, placing the food and drinks on one of the tables as he steps forward. You dont break away from Viktor or his kisses, but you do call out his name, an excited moan of a noise that beckons him closer. You unwrap one of your arms from Viktor, holding it out until Jayce reaches out to grab it, and you easily pull him in closer to the embrace.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Viktor explains, his lips wet and shining in the lamp light, “So I started conducting my own little experiment. You see, I wanted to find out what spots made her… react the most.”

“Wanna test his hypothesis?” you ask, and then your lips press against his thumb, kissing from the base to the tip , letting the his thumb rest on your bottom lip. Jayce knows this game of yours, and plays along gladly, pressing his thumb past your teeth, letting it settle on your tongue. Greedily, you start sucking on his thumb as Viktor goes back to attacking your neck, no doubt leaving marks on your pretty skin. It’s almost too much already for Jayce, who wishes neither of you had left the apartment this morning so that you could continue this on the nice fluffy bedding instead of Viktor’s desk. Either way, Jayce practically short circuits when you hollow out your cheeks around his thumb, locking eyes with him as if daring him.

Jayce pulls you up from Viktor’s lap then, his earlier guess correct as you cry out when Viktor’s teeth graze your neck a little too harshly at the action, and Jayce takes the time to kiss you deeply. His tongue is quick to slide between the seam of your lips, hot and hungry and still tasting of the sip of mocha he had on the way over. You kiss back eagerly, but you always do, always showering your men in endless affection and attention. Your hands tangle in his hair as you pull on the shorter strands at the base of his skull, everything to work him up but—

“Wait! Shit,” Jayce pulls back from you as a string of mumbled expletives leave his mouth, “breakfast is gonna get cold if we don’t eat it quick.”

He grabs the bag and passes out each of your items, and you follow suit to grab yours and Viktor’s drinks to bring back to the desk, taking your seat back on Viktor’s lap.

“Oh Jay, you shouldn’t have!” you tell him, “my breath is gonna be so stinky after this!”

“Eh, I like it,” Viktor shrugs, and the two of you look at him as if he’s gone mad.

“What? It is… endearing. It is your stink,” he explains, and unwraps his chocolate croissant before either of you can respond.

“So we’re gonna continue this little experiment after we fuel up?” Jayce asks, taking a seat on top of the desk.

“As long as both of you take extensive notes,” you tell him, and both of your men agree to that.

[pxgeturner]

kiss it better - t.m riddle

prequel to “milkshakes & confessions” told through mainly his pov

an. all of my tom writing takes has the golden trio cast in modern day. i like his era friends like rebastan, abraxas, rosier. i just don’t know enough about them to write in that era. And also it just easier to write them in a modern setting as i can sprinkle in some modern muggle things. also i’m kind of tired of tom calling hufflepuff r “badger” in so many fics, so she has a much cuter animal nickname. also.

warnings: tommi is down horrendously for r. also theo is an asshole in this.

m.list

he sits a row behind her, next to his friends, listening to her giggle at something her lab partner said. He thinks they’re roommates.

theo leans toward him, whispering, “y’know, riddle, i was walking through the halls yesterday, and that one fell and scraped her hand,”— theo gestures first to the partner, then her— “and she takes her friend’s hand, kisses it fucking better. like a pathetic child.”

tom tilts his head. “hm.”

she leans forward, presumably to note one of professor snape’s remarks, tom isn't sure. he hasn’t paid attention in weeks since he read ahead in the textbook.

“you shouldn’t be so rude, she’s a nice girl.” pansy shoves theo’s shoulder.

“she’s a hufflepuff.”

“so?”

“she’s probably making chocolates or writing secret admirer letters for tomorrow.”

“no she’s not. she’s going to be studying divination tomorrow in the library. she asked me if I wanted to but blaise is taking me on a date.”

“why would she ask you to study with her?” theo scoffs.

“because i’m her friend you idiot. where do you think i’ve been eating my lunch?”

“you’ve gone completely mental.”

“that’s you, you absolute wanker.”

tom sees a hufflepuff who hangs around her quite often. he watches them. soon she approaches them, embracing excitedly in a hug. she squeals unnecessarily. she does it cutely.

“your friend is over there,” he says to pansy.

as pansy looks over, the cute hufflepuff girl notices the group of slytherins and rushes over. “hey, pans!”

“hey.”

“guess what?” “what?”

“professor sprout gave me extra credit on my paper! she was very impressed that i knew about the roots of the bone thistle plant because it wasn’t something that we studied.” her eyes are bright with excitement and her hands dance around as she talks. sometimes her ‘r’s come out a bit too soft and sound like ‘w’s. she smiles widely and it shows her lovely crooked teeth. the sheer nail polish she put on last week is chipping and fading at the tips. she’s wearing her favorite lipgloss and shoes. they’re the ones she wears most often. the lipgloss is red and the shoes are platform mary janes. he likes red lips and mary janes. he likes girls that have lisps and imperfectly lovely teeth. he likes girls who fidget and have chipped nail polish. he likes girls who do all those things and are her.

by the time tom tunes back in, the subject has changed.

“you should have tom study with you. he doesn’t understand the arcana.”

she turns to tom. “i’ll be in the library tomorrow evening studying for the quiz on monday. you should definitely join if you need any help. if you do come, you should bring the deck you borrowed from professor trelawney.”

tom hopes she can’t hear his heart beating, and nods. she says something more to pansy. he leaves, theo follows.

“oh my fucking god. oh my fucking god, pansy, i hate you.” she giggles.

“all of you slytherins are preying on my downfall.” she glares at pansy, enzo, blaise, and draco.

“we’re trying to help,” blaise snickers.

“by having me make a fool of myself!”

mattheo passes by, and then backtracks. he moves around the sucker in his mouth and chuckles. “this is absolutely rich.” he turns back around, “i’m gonna go talk with my brother.” that didn’t make her feel any better.

...

it’s so romantic to spend valentine’s night hunched over a desk with a tarot deck, pendulum, and a mug of now-mostly-cold tea. of course a notebook is part of the party too. she checks the clock and the surroundings compulsively, worried that tom might not show, but she has no idea what she would do if he did. it got excessive, so she forced herself to stop.

tom finally makes it to the library. he sees her at the table, her supplies sprawled out in front of her. he approaches the table, pulling up a chair and sitting across from her. she doesn’t look up, which is fine; tom has plenty of patience. he watches her flip a card and write something into the notebook, and flip another, write something else, periodically sipping from her mug, for five minutes. as she’s about to flip over another card, he uses two fingers to tap the table twice. she yelps, the card leaving her hand and flicking him in the chest. her eyes are wide, and bright, like a bunny.

“hi,” she whispers.

he returns the card. “i’m sorry for being late. a first year needed homework help.” he doesn’t really like lying this time.

“that’s all right! i’m glad you could make it.”

tom nods.

“what kind of things were you hoping to cover?”

“i don’t quite understand why we must take such a useless class. it’s not even magic.”she looks at the table, suddenly interested in her pendulum.

“something wrong?” he wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction.

“i’m, uh, planning on studying divination in university.” oh. “but i know it’s an acquired taste, no biggie.”

“i didn’t mean to offend you. i suppose i should try to understand it. for the class at least.”

“i think i could help with it. who knows, you might like it.”

tom gives a small smile.

“all right, so in a tarot deck there are five arcana.”

“suits.”

“yeah. there’s the four minor arcana: wands, pentacles, swords, cups. the major arcana are the unique cards, like the empress, magician, devil."

he nods.

...

as the two of them are packing up, her bag’s zipper gets stuck. shepulls at it, trying to unstuck it.

“move.” he’s right behind her. she can feel his shirt rub against hers. she slides to the left to give him room. his long fingers manipulate the back of the zipper, quickly freeing the zipper from its thread prison and zipping the bag up the rest of the way.

“pfft, that’s so obvious, why didn’t i think of that? i swear i can be so dumb.” she takes the bag as he offers it back to her.

“you’re not dumb,” he says. “you’re one of the smartest girls in your year.” if she didn’t have such a brain-melting crush on him, she’d laugh. “but you’re definitely the prettiest.”

her cheeks are hot and she doesn’t know what to do. “wow, thanks.” she wants to slap herself.

“there’s a café in hogsmeade that is still open, do you want to go get a drink?”

he just asked me on a date. it is a date, right? “won’t we get in trouble for being out past curfew? pretty much everyone is back already.”

he leans in close to her, fixing a strand of her hair. “relax, you’re with a prefect. nothing bad is gonna happen.”

“let me drop off my bag first?”

...

the two of them talk about everything-- and nothing-- all at once. he pays; she tells him he shouldn’t’ve. he says, “don’t worry, bunny,” which makes her blush once again. once the order is ready, he is the one who goes to pick it up. when he gets back he places a brown pastry bag on the table with her drink. he sees her eyeing the lemon poppyseed scone. she tells him he shouldn’t have, and he says it wasn’t a problem. she insists they share the pastry.

she talks about her family, he tells her about his. the two of them share stories of his brother being a distraction. both of them recommend books to the other. her hands keep brushing against each other as they pick off pieces of the scone. tom orders another. the barista makes a last call for drinks, and he orders her a decaf lavender latte, because he can’t have his girl sleepless, now, can he? she stays until closing, not wanting to leave the bubble she’s created here, with this sweet boy.

before they head out into the frosted air, he zips up her jacket. as they walk back to the castle, he holds her steady. going uphill, the two of them reach a particularly slippery stretch of sidewalk that wasn’t slick on the way over.

“if i fall, you’re buying me dinner as compensation,” she tries to joke. she feels like she’s two seconds from being flat on her face, but tom isn’t wavering at all.

“oh, of course, and i’ll kiss any bruises better as a bonus.” that makes her quiet real quick.

she survives the hill, slightly disappointed that she didn’t slip. once they’re back in the castle, he even walks her to the hufflepuff dorms. “i’ll see you tomorrow, bunny,” he whispers in her ear. he takes note of the smell of the shampoo she uses.

he returns to his dorm, and theo is still awake. he’s at his desk, finishing an assignment. “you studied divination with her,” theo states.

“yes.” tom starts to change into something more comfortable.

“you took her on a date.” “yes.”

“do you think you could love her?” “yes.”

“i knew it.”

“how?”

“you stare at her. not like how you stare at other people. your expression is fairly neutral, to be fair. but you look slightly peaceful.”

tom makes a soft hum. “then why do you hate her so?"

"i don't"

“you don’t?”

“i wanted to get a reaction out of you, you golem of a man.” tom hums again.

“goodnight, nott.”

“goodnight, riddle.”

as tom is about to turn out his lamp, theo speaks once more. “don’t break her heart, tom. she’s a nice girl.”

and while tom doesn’t answer, he thinks about how he’d try his hardest to never make those beautiful eyes shine with tears.

[astrodances]

Can u write a fanfic story about penumbra from ducktales 2017 where she’s shrunk tiny permanently and can’t return to her normal size and has to live the rest of her life as a tiny moon warrior that’s from the planet moon and now she lives on earth and webby and Della duck take good care of her

Tiny but Mighty

Della latched onto Webby's chagrined expression the moment the adventure party walked through the door. Her boys, and even Scrooge, who was holding the prized artifact they set out for in his hand, all wore similar looks of suspicious nervousness.

Before Della could even ask what was up, or question where the sixth member of their party, her girlfriend, was, the answer to both came in the form of Webby pulling out her hands from behind her back to reveal something that had Della questioning if she was actually awake.

It was Penumbra, standing defiantly in Webby's palm, no taller than five inches.

A second passed, and then--

"Oh my goddess!" Della started laughing incredulously, unable to contain her amusement. "You're so small!"

As everyone else released the tension they were holding over her reaction, Penumbra started to shout angrily up at her, but it came out as tiny squeaking instead.

"What was that? I can't hear you?" Della half-mocked, holding a hand up to her ear.

Huey dragged a hand down his face and stepped closer. "There were these crystals on the adventure-"

"And they shrunk my phone!" Louie interjected.

"-and apparently any light that passes through them shrinks any object, or being, in their path," Huey finished, side-eyeing his brother before continuing. "We stopped at the lab on the way home and got some modified versions of Gyro's Micro-Phone, so as long as you're wearing this behind your ear, you'll be able to hear Penumbra."

Della took the little chip from her son's hand and studied it, before attaching it behind her ear. She smiled and looked at her girlfriend again. "Hey, Penny!"

"Hello, Della," Penumbra answered in a flat tone. She'd been through enough soundchecks already in the past hour.

Satisfied enough, Della turned back to the rest. "Sooo...how long is this gonna last?" They'd all been on their fair share of adventures with...interesting...side effects, but they usually wore off within a couple days, a week tops.

"We...don't know," Scrooge answered. He started to walk past everyone into the mansion proper, eager to study his artifact now that the big reveal had come to pass.

"The Micro-Phone's 'grow' feature is ineffective against the crystal, so Gyro's working on a solution with a sample of crystal we brought him, and I'm going to try to find something on my own here." Huey held up a small cinched bag, presumably containing more of the crystal. "Come on, guys!" he beckoned to his brothers.

"Wait, what? We didn't sign up for nerd time!" Dewey yelled, following all the same along with Louie.

Once the boys were gone, Della turned to the girls in front of her, and smiled the most mischievous smile she ever did.

"So, Penny..."

"Don't you DARE!" Penumbra shouted up at her, ready to fight even in her shrunken state.

"I guess you could say you're...penny-sized now?" she taunted with a wave of finger guns.

Penumbra groaned while Webby rolled her eyes lovingly. The young duck spoke up. "I figured while the boys are studying the crystal, we could keep an eye on Penny, maybe get her some bites of food. She hasn't had anything besides a few drops of water since...the incident."

Della snickered and stepped to Webby's side so they could walk to the kitchen together. "Sure. She's probably worked up an appetite being so adorably cute-"

"Shut UP! And I'm right here. You don't have to talk like I'm not in the room." Penumbra crossed her arms.

"Sorry. So, what are you hungry for? A chocolate chip? A gummy bear? A cheerio?"

Instead of being offended once again, Penumbra mumbled something off to the side.

"Sorry, what was that? You're so small-"

"I SAID...I want a hamburger."

That got Della to settle down a bit, as she knew hamburgers were her girlfriend's comfort food. Webby also knew this, and immediately perked up. "Yeah! Ooh! I can call Launchpad and have him bring over some Hamburger Hippo!"

"Yes, please bring more people into this," Penumbra quipped.

They reached the kitchen and Webby carefully placed the tiny moon warrior on the counter before backflipping out of the room to go call Launchpad, leaving Della with what she wanted: a defenseless target.

"Della-" Penumbra started once again, trying to cut off her girlfriend before she could get on a roll.

"So, the moon's greatest warrior, huh?" Della smirked. She leaned down on her forearms to be eye-level with the Moonlander.

Penumbra glared. "I'm STILL the great Planet Moon's mightiest warrior, and I'll prove it!" She pivoted on her heel and started running around the kitchen island, trying to find a useful weapon.

"Mighty, but tiny! Oh! You're the textbook definition of 'tiny but mighty!' Aww!"

"I AM mighty, and I just so happen to be...very short. For now."

"Mhmm," Della humored her, and leaned one hand against her cheek, waving the other about as she talked. "Well, I guess it fits, since the moon is small, and now you're small. Oh! You could use the moon scorpion as a steed now!"

As Della kept laughing and making her jokes, Penumbra finally found a suitable weapon. She hefted it up, finding it to be adequate, and charged towards Della's exposed elbow, letting out a Mighty Moon Warrior yell right before impact.

"OW!" Della jumped up from her position and grabbed her elbow, grateful she was wearing long sleeves but still feeling an intense pinprick of pain. "Did you just stab me?!"

She looked down to see Penumbra twirling her weapon then lofting it before her at her tormentor. It was a toothpick.

"I did! For that's what you get when you mess with the Planet Moon's Finest Warrior!" Penumbra declared.

Any pain Della was still feeling melted into a bubble of laughter that she uselessly tried to contain. "Aww! Look at your little spear!"

Penumbra was starting to resemble a purple pickle of outrage at that, but as the memory of Della saying that before long ago on the moon, when she actually considered her an enemy, came to her, all the fight seeped out of her, and a laugh overtook her as well. It was just such a ridiculous situation, how could she not?

Della lit up when she saw that Penumbra was finally letting loose, and took that as an opportunity to lean in closer. "Hey, do you want to play a small prank on Webby when she comes back?" she whispered, which still sounded like a normal volume to Penumbra.

The Moonlander eyed the duck curiously. "What do you have in mind?"

Within a minute, Penumbra was tucked cozily into Della's shirt pocket, trying to keep quiet as Webby entered the kitchen with the promise of burgers on the way, only to be very confused when she couldn't see Penumbra anywhere.

Maybe being tiny wasn't so bad, at least for now.

[gunilslaugh]

A Non-Confessional Valentine's Day

Goo Gunil

Summary: Gunil was a new transfer to your school and your new lab partner. He planned on clichely confessing to you on Valentine’s Day, but then he discovers that you hate the holiday.

WC:~2k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“Class since tomorrow is Valentine's Day I thought that it would be fun for us to do a chocolate lab, so be ready for that tomorrow,” your teacher announced around the end of class. You let out a groan, head falling onto your desk at the mention of your most hated holiday. 

“Not a fan of Valentine’s Day?” Gunil, your newly appointed lab partner, asked. You pick your head up from the desk and turn to look at Gunil. 

“No, it’s the worst day of the year,” you stated. 

“Why?” Gunil questioned. His heart was beginning to weigh heavy. It had only been two weeks since he transferred to your school, but ever since the first day when you welcomed him with a kind smile he could tell he was interested in you. His interest only grew more each passing class period spent with you. Since Valentine’s Day was conveniently approaching, Gunil thought that it would be cute if he confessed to you on the love-filled holiday. However your clear dislikement for the holiday had thrown a wrench in his plans. 

“Have you heard of Jungsu, Jiseok and Jooyeon?” you inquired. 

“Triple J? Those popular guys?” Gunil checked. 

“Yeah them. Jooyeon is my brother. I guess Jungsu and Jiseok kinda are my brothers too. Just not biologically,” you let out a light chuckle. Surprise makes its way onto Gunil’s face. He never would have guessed that you were related to Jooyeon. He didn’t really pay attention to Triple J either though.

“And this somehow correlates to you hating Valentine’s Day?” Gunil inferred. 

“Right, I should get to the point. The people who are too shy, scared or whatever other reason why they decided that they can’t confess to any of the three in person, they go through me. I’m like a proxy for confessing to Jungsu, Jiseok and Jooyeon. It’s gotten quite annoying to be the messenger over all these years. Anyway Valentine’s Day is the worst day for me being a proxy and therefore the most annoying,” you fully explained. Gunil gave an understanding nod. He would also get annoyed over constantly being some kind of confession proxy. The weight on his chest feels lighter. He’s not quite sure if confessing to you on the holiday is the best plan though. He might need to revise his plan. 

“Well if you need a stand in messenger let me know,” Gunil offered. A smile pulled at your lips. 

“Thank you, but I won’t do that to you,” you tell him. The bell rang signaling the end of class. 

Your most dreaded day of the year has arrived. Sitting up in bed you seriously contemplate going back to bed. You can’t be used as a proxy if you’re not there. Then you remember the lab you are doing today. You’re too nice to leave Gunil alone. Just like you’re too nice to tell people to confess to Jooyeon and his friends themselves instead of going through you. Getting ready you tried to mentally prepare yourself for the day you are about to have.

First period hasn’t even started yet and you already have two bags of Valentine’s Day gifts on either arm. 

“Delivery number one,” you raised your arms and spoke with foe cheerfulness as you approached where Jooyeon, Jiseok and Jungsu hangout before class. Jungsu helped take the bags from your arms.

“Thank you,” he tells you. He is well aware that you don’t like today. You nodded and tried to pull your lips into a smile but it ended up looking like an awkward line. You tried to stay somewhat hidden until the bell for first period rang.

Moments after you sit down at your desk, not even having time to pull anything out you’re already being approached by two girls.

“Y/n,” one of them calls you. 

“Yes?” you asked, but you already know what they’re going to say. 

“Can you give this to your brother?” one said.

“And this to Jiseok?” the other added. They held up their gifts. 

“Sure, just leave them there.” You pointed to the corner of your desk. The two girls thanked you then headed to their seats. Leaning back in your chair you waited for the teacher to start class. You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned around to face the student who sat behind you. 

“Can you pass this on to Jungsu please?” they asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, give it here.” You stuck out your hand. They set the straps of the small bag over your fingers. You heard them mutter out a thanks as you placed the beg beside the other gifts. 

By fourth period your arms are loaded with Valentine’s Day gifts. You let them half haphazardly fall on your desk, letting out a sigh. 

“Hey y/n,” someone greeted  you. You tensed slightly, you hated hearing your name on Valentine’s day. “Woah you weren’t kidding.” You relaxed realizing that the voice belonged to Gunil. 

“Hi, Gunil. I wish I was kidding,” you stated. You now noticed that some of the bags had fallen onto Gunil’s side of the desk. “Sorry, I’ll move these to the floor in a second,” you apologized, beginning to grab the bags. 

“It’s alright. We share the desk anyway,” he dismissed. He then lends you a helping hand in moving the gifts to the floor. Class started not too long after and the chocolate lab was actually fun. 

“Here, happy Valentine’s Day,” Gunil slid his tiny box of freshly made chocolates towards you. You couldn’t fight a smile from making its way onto your face. 

“Why? Don’t you want them?” you questioned. 

“I don’t eat sweets often. I gotta keep a watch on my physique.” He flexed one arm, making you laugh. 

“I don’t think a couple pieces are going to hurt you,” you teased him. “Thank you though, I’m keeping this,” you slid the box closer to you. Gunil was quick to note the way you happily stared at the box. It made him start to wonder. 

“What kind of sweets do you like? I probably have some somewhere in these bags,” you asked. “Are you saying you steal from your brothers’ Valentine’s Day candy?” Gunil laughed. 

“It’s not like  they will notice that it is gone.” you shrugged. “Plus it’s the only way I get Valentine’s Day candy,” you added. 

“I just gave you some,” Gunil played. Once again you smiled. 

“That’s true. They have plenty to spare though,” you noted. 

The bell rang signaling the end of class. “Finally I get to get rid of these,” you said. It was lunch time now, you were able to deliver  the gifts you received to their intended receivers. 

“Do you want some help?” Gunil kindly offered. You didn’t want to bother Gunil, but as you started at the amount of bags littering the floor you caved. 

“Yes, please,” you told him. Gunil took no time in loading up his arms with the gifts. You walked with Gunil over to where your brother Jooyeon, Jungsu and Jiseok sat for their lunch. 

“Delivery number two,” you announced, setting the bags down. Gunil copied your actions in setting the bags down.

“Oh you have a helper this year,” Jiseok remarked. 

“This is Gunil,” you introduced him.

“Your new lab partner?” Jooyeon asked. You nodded in confirmation, taking a seat. 

“Aren’t you gonna go sit with your friend?” Jungsu asked. You shook your head. 

“I need a break. I don’t want to be handed anymore gifts,” you say and motioned for Gunil to sit down beside you, to which he happily did. 

“You have to be the only person who doesn’t want to get gifts,” Jooyeon teased you. 

“It’s different when they’re not for you,” you stated. Your words made Gunil think. What if it wasn’t Valentine’s Day itself that you hated, but the fact that you receive tons of gifts that aren’t actually yours. He’s sure that being the messenger is annoying. However it’s probably even more annoying that that’s all you are. You’re never the receiver. He thinks back to the smile on your face when he gave you the chocolates that you made in class. Maybe his original Valentine’s Day confession wasn’t a bad idea after all. 

“Yo I think I’m winning this year!” Jiseok exclaimed. 

“Winning what?” Gunil asked, confused. 

“They do this thing where they see who gets the most gifts every year,” you explained. 

“Jiseok does,” both Jooyeon and Jungsu correct you

“Don’t act like you weren’t happy when you won last year Jungsu.” Jiseok pointed his finger at Jungsu. Who raised his hands in defense. 

“Y/n loses every year,” Jooyeon stated. 

“Why are you including me in this? I’m clearly not going to win,” you were obviously annoyed. 

“You didn’t used to be included, but after Jiseok lost two years in a row he started to include you so he couldn’t come in last again,” Jungsu exposed. You scoffed. 

“Thanks Jiseok,” you said sarcastically. 

“You’re up one from last year,” Jiseok noted. He pointed at the box of chocolates, the one Gunil previously gave you, sitting in front of you. 

“This is from Gunil. We had a chocolate lab today, but he doesn’t eat sweets often, so he gave it to me,” you explained. 

“Hey I said happy Valentine’s Day when I gave it to you, so it counts,” Gunil defended. 

“You’re giving Valentine’s Day treats to my sibling?” Jooyeon played. Gunil hitches for a moment. 

“Yeah I am,” he recovered confidently. Jooyeon shoots you a not so subtle glance. 

“On second thought I think I will have lunch with Gunil.” Jiseok begins to open his mouth to say a snarky comment. “Just the two of us I mean,” you interjected, pulling Gunil up by his arm. You dragged Gunil somewhere away from your brother and a place where not many other people were around. 

“Sorry,” you apologized for randomly dragging him away. 

“It’s ok,” he tells you. If only you knew the way your action made his heart beat. Gunil thinks that he would let you drag him anywhere. “What if someone confessed you on Valentine’s Day?” Gunil questioned. You’re a bit taken back by his question. 

“I’ve never thought about that before. For me Valentine’s day always revolved around Jungsu, Jiseok and Jooyeon,” you answered. Gunil decided to take a chance he reached into his bag to pull out the gift he had gotten you. 

“I was asking because I originally had this plan to confess to you today, thinking that it would be cute. Then you talked about Valentine’s Day being the worst day for you and it made me think again about confessing. However after seeing how you smiled when I gave you the chocolate we made in class. I think you hate Valentine’s Day because you never receive any gifts yourself, so let me change that.” Gunil sticks out his arms, handing you the gift. “ I like you y/n,” he confessed. You are stunned by his confession and how he had you figured out. No one else ever seemed to care about how it must feel to be you. To get all these gifts every year, but none of them were meant for you. That the only gifts you got were the ones you took from your brother and his friends. 

You seemed to be taking too long with your answer because Gunil started to back track. 

“Unless you really do hate Valentine’s Day then you can forget about me confessing.” He dropped his arms. “I mean I still like you, but I can confess another day. We can pretend I didn’t confess today,” Gunil says. You take a few steps closer to Gunil taking the gift from his hands. Gunil looks at you hopefully. 

“Thank you Gunil. I like you too,” you confessed back. You too took interest in him the first day that he transferred into your class. Feeling more than happy to take the new cute guy as your lab partner. Gunil and you shared a hug, pulling away you stared at the gift he had given you. 

Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t the worst day of the year. 

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“Up my count to two this year,” you told Jiseok once you arrived home. Holding both of the gifts Gunil had given you today. 

“Someone else gave you something?” Jiseok asked in surprise. 

“No,” you laughed. “They're both from Gunil, but I need all the points I can get.” you said

“Ok, two points for y/n,” Jooyeon fakely noted down.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @somethingclevermahogony here, @mysticstarlightduck here, and @elsie-writes here.

Ahh these built up again!!

I did another one here where I answer for Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey.

I'll do the same and answer one OC for each set.

#1- Carmen

Theoretically, since she'd never answer these willingly

What's your favorite legend and why?

“I suppose the one about the cloud riders from Atsila's culture. Maybe because of her, maybe because I like the idea of uncontrollable things being controlled.”

How do you celebrate your birthday?

“I don't. Bad memories. But Jedi makes sure to do something kind for me.”

What's something you'd regret if you died without doing?

“Not finishing what Atsila started. And also organizing the entire base. And the online data collection. And the lab. The alphabet. The local library --”

#2- George

What's the best thing you've ever eaten?

“Oh my powers DEFINITELY the mini cake thing from Ceteri. Cupcake? Yeah that. It was chocolate I think. Don't know about the frosting. I ate way too many last time Noelle brought them. She's warming up to me.”

What's the worst injury you've ever had?

“Physical or emotional? Haha sorry - I have injured myself quite a bit while running at top speeds. We speedsters have faster... Everything *wink* - but I mean I can heal faster which is very helpful. But even with a faster runtime, I make the same mistakes as everyone if I'm distracted. I've hit things, and at top speeds *cringe* yeah it's not fun. Ran into a concrete wall once. Concussion and a few broken bones. More than a few. Eh, I walked it off.”

Do you wish you looked different?

“Nah. Pretty happy with how I look! I guess I wouldn't mind Carla's eye color. That is not fair - neither of our parents even have amber eyes. What recessive gene did she pull out?”

#3- Akash

What is your favourite weather?

“When it's sunny, but not hot. Nice breeze. Not too cold or harsh. Just...total peace. Robbie likes it a little cloudy. I dunno, maybe that's cozy for him. But I happen to like the outside.”

Where would you want to take someone to hang out or on a date?

“For me, I wouldn't mind the classic dates. Movies, dinner. But Gwen... I'd do something special. A cultural gallery or a bookstore. Maybe a play. A Superman-esque flight around the city perhaps.”

What’s your least favourite food?

“Oh my gosh man - I hate asparagus. So many people like it, but I'm sorry. Can't stand the stuff.”

#4- Sam

What is the strangest thing you've ever stolen?

“In fourth grade, this girl Emma brought a laser pointer to school. Well, it was a pen with a built-in laser pointer. I thought it was cool. So I had to stay after school for the music play I was in, and as I was walking from the bathroom, I saw the pen on the floor. I picked it up. Emma was a little rude, so I kept it. She never asked around for it, so I felt okay after that! Plus, I couldn't pass up the opportunity for a pen laser pointer!”

What is your least favorite food?

“Mustard. Can't stand it. Wait, does that count as a food? Okay, nevermind. Uh.... Tomatoes. It's a texture thing.”

Who is the strongest person you know?

“Akash for sure. He's been through a lot of crappy things, and people treated him meanly for stupid reasons. But he's still so positive and helps a lot of people! Plus he's probably the funniest person I know besides my brother. But Akash is just as much a brother to me as Robbie.”

I don't think I've posted much about Sam - other than her excerpts. That was fun!

#5- Lexi

What's your worst fear?

“Oh. Okay. Wow. Um, well, there's my actual phobia of physical contact, haphephobia. Not sure if that counts or not. I guess other than that, it's losing all my friends. Most of my elementary school friends went to different middle schools, so I haven't seen them in person for a while. I don't want to lose anyone else. Ever. I'm not sure what I'd do.”

What's your love language?

“Well, it's not physical touch! *Laughs* I guess quality time. Actively doing things with someone else. That's the best I could ask for.”

When are you the happiest?

“When I'm with my friends! Just whenever we're doing whatever! As long as they're happy, and we're happy together.”

#6- Ash

Would you ever get high and if so, what is your drug of choice?

“First of all, I'm thirteen. Second of all, yeah probably - it'd be a fun risk to take. Not sure what drugs I'd take though. *Pauses* Hm. There are these devices I found that stimulate my telepathy. I wonder if those are anything like drugs. If they are, then whatever those are most similar to.”

Three things you would buy at the store to freak the cashier and the person behind you out

“Walmart has these cheeseburger onion rings I noticed last time I was with Mary. I may buy that just to make the cashier think I have terrible taste. In actuality, I'm just curious. Maybe an urn or something dark. Ooh. A pregnancy test. That would freak a lot of people out. *Pause* Was that too dark?”

What stupid opinion are you willing to die for?

“That American cheese tastes good. Liam told me it tasted like plastic. I'll admit, I need to try more cheeses. He was right about that. But plastic? Come on. He's just mad that Muenster isn't a Canadian invention.”

Why is writing Ash so HARD

Tagging @jezifster @sleepyowlwrites @dyrewrites @willtheweaver @theeccentricraven @writeouswriter @tabswrites + ANYONE

Your questions are:

How good are you with people?

How would you function in a group project?

What's your most valuable possession?

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 31 - ...Trouble!

Length: 3100 words Vore type: F/M, unbirth Fandom: My Little Pony Other info: willing prey, griffon prey, pony pred, sex Summary: A followup to the previous one. Gallus and Smolder get caught for their prank, and the griffon gets a taste of his own medicine. The Student Six are all adults in this fic.

"Hey mister griffon, why's your belly like that?" asked a colt dressed as Spider-mare.

The little foal's mother, in a lab coat and Olive Octahoof goggles, tried to shush him, but Gallus leaned down to his height and said, with a smile, "y'see, I was out getting candy earlier, and I saw one of those "take only one" bowls… but there was no candy left in it!" He sat back on his haunches and shrugged, silently grateful that, for one reason or another, Trixie wasn't struggling at the moment. "So I took the bowl! Turns out it wasn't candy, but that didn't stop me."

The griffon grinned at Spider-colt's laughter and waved off the mare's apology, then closed the door. Starlight stood sat behind him, eyebrows raised. "You handled that well," she remarked.

"Lying to hatchlings is a handy skill in Griffonstone; guess it transfers." He dug his talons into the candy bowl and pulled out a chocolate.

"Those are for the younger students, y'know."

"I'm young at heart," Gallus replied, freeing it from the wrapper, "and besides, at least I'm in costume. I saw where three of those Mares Bars went."

"Yeah, well…" Starlight fumbled for a second. Right before the griffon could pop the snack in his beak, she pointed out, "I don't think Sandbar would much like getting melted chocolate all over him."

Gallus froze, then drew the uneaten candy back and held it out to her. "Fair enough." Starlight's magical aura wrapped around the treat and levitated it over to her, where she took a big bite.

Ocellus, still a blue griffon but now sporting a similar-sized bulge under the middle, stepped out from the adjoining room and walked over to them. "S-so," the fake Gallus said with a light blush, "now that we match, shall we head out?"

Gallus paused for a moment; he could've sworn his voice was higher than that. "Yeah, sure thing. Sorry for inviting ourselves in, headmare."

"No trouble at all! And it's better than you… eating Sandbar out where other creatures could've seen you." The griffon pair walked towards the door, and it swung open in Starlight's magic. "By the way, if you see Trixie, could you let her know she left her costume here? Unless she's going as herself… again."

A shiver ran up Gallus's spine, but he didn't even break his stride, simply promised to pass the message on and walked out with Ocellus. After they were far enough away he was sure not to be overheard, Gallus leaned over to his currently-feathered friend. "Hey, can we dip somewhere private? Trixie is quieter than I expected, and I wanna make sure she's okay… plus I think this enough of a prank."

Ocellus nodded, turning and leading Gallus to a darkened classroom. As Gallus followed, he flicked his gaze under the other "griffon"'s blue tail; as he had suspected, Ocellus lacked a pair of fuzzy balls to match his own, and instead sported a small cleft with a bit of pink visible if he looked close enough - which, with his sharp griffon eyes, he could. Ocellus pushed the door open, and Gallus was first inside, where he waited for the changeling to close the door before finding a big enough space away from desks to get the unicorn back out.

He focused, clenching his stomach muscles in just the right way, and steadily drove Trixie back up his throat. Inch by inch, her head poked out of his beak, followed by her shoulders. Trixie's cheek pressed against the tiled floor with a wet squish, but her eyes remained closed. A few more heaves, and a very soaked pony laid limply on the classroom floor. Gallus took a step back. "She's not… is she? I mean, Sandbar's been in there for entire nights without trouble, so-"

"Just asleep," came a higher-pitched version of his voice, "she's still putting out emotions."

"Y'know, 'cell, it's a little strange how normal your voice sounds after that," chipped in Smolder's scratchier voice, "but a cool strange, of course."

"Oh, good." He turned towards where Ocellus probably was - why was this darkness so hard to see in? "Uh, speaking of your voice… Ocellus, you know if you're not comfortable with my body, we can just find something else, right? Or just be two different devils?"

"I… know? Why are you- oh!" the griffoness's claws clacked against the floor a few times. "No, it's not that, it's just that Smolder didn't want to sit in my stomach, so… I didn't put her there."

Smolder walked over to him and put a soaked hand on his shoulder, dampening his feathers with liquid that definitely didn't smell like spit or stomach acid. "And her options were kinda limited if she kept your junk. So she didn't."

Gallus felt his feathers fluff up. "That's… a new one."

Ocellus giggled; they transformed and got their usual changeling voice back. "I'll be sure to remember that."

The griffon's cheeks burned, so he instead turned back to the dim outline of a sleeping unicorn. "So… do we wake her? Or let her think it's all a dream?"

"She's covered in griffon drool," Smolder pointed out, "I don't think "dream" is on the menu here."

"I think we should be honest to her about this whole thing," added Ocellus, "it's the right thing to do, and it'll probably go worse if she finds out on her own."

Suddenly, a quiet "eep" floated through the room, though Gallus only caught it from his catlike hearing. The voice, however, was unmistakable.

"Professor Fluttershy?" Gallus said, peering into the inky darkness.

What responded wasn't Fluttershy, but a much deeper, more gravelly voice. "Well, so much for that," grumbled Discord, "no, dear Fluttershy, that wasn't your fault. I simply couldn't sit still long enough. Oh, well. Lights!"

There was a snap, and the three students cried out in pain as overhead lights replaced the apparently magical darkness. Once the spots had mostly cleared from his eyes, Gallus looked up to see the spirit of chaos sitting behind an overturned desk, holding Fluttershy vertical by her barrel. The pegasus mare was blushing hard enough for her yellow coat to skip past orange and go straight to red. It took very little imagination to guess what, generally, was hidden behind that desk. Gallus suspected it took an awful lot of imagination to guess what, SPECIFICALLY, was hidden, nor was he particularly interested in finding out what Discord had between his legs at that moment. Trixie grumbled in her sleep, but somehow failed to wake up.

"Well, here I was willing to let bygones be bygones, but that was before you realized we were here." Discord sighed and rested his head on a paw; Gallus tried not to think about how he did so while still holding Fluttershy with both his eagle and lion paw. "So I guess, if I must, I'll have to punish you for…"

His red-and-yellow eyes flicked back and forth across the griffon, pony, changeling, and dragon several times. Strange mathematical symbols and letters appeared and vanished around his head before the draconequus shook them away. "Okay, I'm stumped. You two," he said, pointing at Ocellus and Smolder, "were clearly doing some weird sex thing, and… well, I must say I'm all for it, whatever it was. But… Gible, was it?"

"Gallus."

"Right, Gallade. What was it you were doing with my dear friend Trixie? We saved the world together once, you know."

Gallus scratched the back of his neck. "I… don't suppose you'd believe it was also some weird sex thing?"

Discord raised an eyebrow high enough that it flew off and stuck to the ceiling. "I should hope not. She is very clearly unconscious." Gallus felt that last word hit him hard enough that he had to check to make sure nothing had actually, physically hit him.

"Excellent point!" Gallus chirped, his voice cracking a bit. "So, no. I was just going to eat her for a moment and spit her out, but then Starlight showed up, and, uh, half an hour later, here we are."

Discord nodded. "Well, it is Nightmare Night. A good night for pranks."

Gallus smiled. "Yeah! Great! So, then, we'll just wake up Trixie and be on our wa-"

"But! As I always say, one bad prank deserves a good one!" He cracked his tail like a whip, and a bouncy ball rolled down his snout. It bounced once off the floor, then off of Gallus. "Boink!" Discord helpfully added, along with "bonk!" when it smacked Smolder and vanished.

Gallus looked down at himself, and saw that his scales, feathers, and fur had been replaced by smooth, shiny facets, like a griffon-shaped crystal pony. He was about to ask Discord what the big deal was, when he realized Smolder had not gotten the crystal treatment. Instead, she was staring directly at him.

And drooling.

With a squawk, Gallus leapt away from her first pounce. As he fled his hungry friend, he vaguely made out Discord asking Ocellus to return Trixie to the Lost And Found - or Starlight's room, whichever was faster. He made a lap around the room, diving and weaving away from the crazed dragoness with grace that surprised even himself. His ears picked up the sound of Fluttershy squeaking again, in time with Discord panting as the chase passed them, but he couldn't spend even a moment to worry about anything that wasn't his and Smolder's trajectories, and how to make them not line up.

A stroke of misfortune hit, then, when on one pass near the mismatched pair, he heard a snippet of conversation:

"Ah… can you do two different ones? Like, ah, dolphin and dragon?"

"Oh, Fluttershy, for you? I can do anything."

Gallus's brain made the mistake of trying to picture that, and his claw clipped a chair. He only stumbled - not falling - but it was enough for a very solid mass of scales, muscles, and hunger to slam into him. The pair skidded along the floor to a stop next to the wall. For a brief second, the only sounds in the room were the steady thwap of Discord against Fluttershy, the pegasus's moans, and his and Smolder's heavy panting. The dragon had him pinned on his back, straddling him, and there was a wild look in her eyes that Gallus was certain he wasn't fond of.

Smolder leaned over him, drooling over his face, and said, breathily, "I need you in me."

"…please tell me you just mean sex," Gallus guessed. And really, between the sheer terror that was Smolder chasing him, and the exhiliration of being pinned down by a hot girl, he - and the shaft exposed between his legs - kinda hoped she said it was.

"ALL of you," Smolder amended a wide, sharp-fanged grin. Gallus's hopes dropped like a stone.

So, in the face of chaos-fueled oblivion, Gallus shut his eyes, and… remembered that he was still bigger than Smolder. Not as much as when they had met, to be sure, but she was barely taller on two legs than he was on four. So with newfound resolve to live, Gallus opened his eyes again.

Above him, rather than a drooling maw, framed by hard and sharp fangs meant to crack open rocks and possibly bones, was instead a drooling slit, framed by tough yet oddly supple scales. Before he could utter his confusion, Smolder dropped her hips down on him, impaling herself on his beak. And then lifted and slammed them down again. Gallus's mouth was soon covered inside and out with Smolder's juices, but if there was any affection to her actual movements, they must be intended for something as tough as dragons. Still, if she was going to ride his face, he might as well enjoy it. So, he opened his beak as best he could against her inner walls and lapped at her sex. Sweet and spicy, a taste he hoped not to forget.

From above him, he heard her growl, and her scaly tail snaked under his head. "Grr, why won't you get IN?!" she shouted, trying to push his head deeper… without much luck because, as Gallus had reminded himself, she was still kinda small.

"Oh, I just KNEW I forgot something!" Discord sang out. He snapped his claws, and a small, observant part of Gallus's brain told him that meant he and Fluttershy had stopped or at least changed positions. A much bigger part of Gallus's brain told him to pay attention as, with a dominant grunt tinged with a moan, Smolder slipped the griffon's entire head between her legs.

Confused in the new, wet, and oppressively hot space, Gallus groped around with his forelegs until he found her legs. Still kinda small, so Discord hadn't shrunk him or grown her. Around him, he heard the dragoness purr, "ooh, good idea. Be a bro and pull down, wouldja?"

Curiosity won against his better instincts (many of them screaming about curiosity's effect on other felines), and Gallus tugged at her legs. The near-burning heat around his head crept down his neck and over his shoulders. The squishy walls surrounding his upper body squeezed in on him as Smolder's body shuddered. "Oh, scales, that feels nice. I was right, Gallus, I NEED this. I need MORE." Her voice came from all around him, followed by a grunt of effort. "Hey, sit up. It'll be so much faster, and fuller, and BETTER than just inching down…"

Once again, part of him said not to, but he thought of what he felt when he realized what Ocellus had done with the dragon, and, with some effort considering the entire dragoness sitting on - around - his head, managed to sit up. As soon as he did, he felt the muscles around him relax, and slick flesh slid past his head to slick down his feathers and fur all the way down to his hips. He didn't know how she was doing it, but he definitely didn't doubt that she could - and was going to - get all of him in.

Suddenly, he felt an unfamiliar set of claws wrap around his cock. Smolder fumbled with it, trying to brush down the spiky nubs, then tried to press it against Gallus's furry belly. Unfortunately, the griffon couldn't help but twitch at her touch, and it sprang free of her grip a few times… not that Gallus minded, since her handling his shaft more had nearly gotten him purring, as well. Eventually, however, she managed to line it up and slide it - and his hips and waist - inside. If Gallus had worried about getting back out before, the sensation of her pussy sliding against his shaft shut those thoughts out of his mind; after that accidental teasing, he was achingly close to bursting, and as Smolder rolled onto her back to stuff his legs and tail in, the griffon helped her out, kicking his legs as he passionately grinded his hips against her insides.

The heat of her insides crept over his paws, and with just a few inches of his tail left, Gallus came, shooting his sticky, white load all over himself and her inner walls. By the time he came down from his climax, she had completely tucked him away, with even his tail only brushing against more of the dragon's pussy.

-

Discord gently brushed Fluttershy's mane as he watched the griffon's blue tail-tuft slurp into his friend's scaly slit, leaving her looking only slightly gravid. He had intended for her to just swallow Gallus, but chaos magic was, even to Discord, unpredictable, and apparently she "wanted" him in a way more than hunger, even when he was crystal. He idly picked some hairs out from the brush as the haze cleared from Smolder's eyes, then went back to brushing as the dragoness stood up and faced him.

"So… what happens now?" she asked, poking at her belly with confusion all but written on her face (and Discord exercised extreme restraint by not making that literal).

Discord waved his paw. "Don't ask me, I'm terribly inexperienced with relationships. Maybe talk about feelings with him or something? That seems like a very pony thing to do, and this is Equestria, after all." Smolder glared at him, so he grinned and rolled his eyes. "Ah yes, the chaos magic part of things! Don't worry, it'll go away as soon as you let him out. Just push, or if that's hard, reach in and grab his tail or something."

Smolder folded her arms and muttered something Discord pretended not to hear. Then, louder, "so this doesn't end at midnight or something, bam, magic teleports him out and stuff?" Before the draconequus could respond, she added, "and wait, does this just affect him, or…?"

Discord smirked. Finally, somecreature other than Fluttershy who could appreciate the nuance to his tricks! "You're an adult dragon; you don't need easy ways out. And no, I just turned him crystal for a bit. The rest of that magic was on you!"

Smolder smirked back, and walked towards the door. "In that case, there's a certain bug I have plans for tonight." She stopped just before leaving to wave. "Happy Nightmare Night, Discord, Professor Fluttershy!" And then, it was just him and Fluttershy.

"…I'm a professor too, sometimes," he grumbled.

Fluttershy giggled and leaned into him. "And I'm sure you teach very well. Oh, but Discord?"

Discord's blood would have run cold if he had any at the time. He knew that tone. "Er, yes, my dear?"

"Once my, uh, post-climax bliss fades, we're having a nice talk about appropriate pranks on students."

"Um, all's well that ends well?"

"Discord…"

Discord gulped. Before the conversation could go any further, he reached off-screen and pulled the iris-out transition closed.

[mac-n-cheeseeee]

-Rainy days-

I love murlexei but I literally have read every fanfic that exists and now I can’t find new ones so here I am.(Insipation was the cookies I made while it was raining with my bf)

One thing about Alexei is that he loved and  adored rainy days since he was a little child. In fact  he preferred them  much more than the sunny ones maybe the sun had the ability to make everything lively around him he held a special place in his heart for those rainy days accompanied by hot chocolate and storytelling with his brother and sister.He loved the rain because everytime he felt like  it softened the outlines of things around him,the world slowly became softly blurred,

while it quited down,the sound of thunder mixed with the rain seemed like a melody to his ears it reminded him of those lonely evenings in his college years at those godawful chili dorms when he missed the company of people around him but he still felt like he could melt right into  the world in full harmony and just disappear,just for a moment.

The rain made the day a little cold today but nothing like the coldness he felt when he was working in that damned underground lab not seeing the outside for so so long,he really had forgotten how much he missed this when he used to do nothing and just sit,enjoy the sight,later at night stargazing the consultations.But now he had a new addition to why he loved this days and it was siting or more precisely sleeping in his lap,snoring softly accompanying the melody from outside.

He got a little startled as he was pulled out of his thoughts when the man in his lap slowly woke up and gave a little yawn and stretch and slowly lied down on his lap again looking up at him with curiosity.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight”he said almost subconsciously.   

The other laughed a little sleepily“Pfff…Thank you”Murray slowly looked at the clock and realized that it had been 4 hours since he had fallen asleep in Alexeis arms and decided to question the obvious “…..so have you just been staring at me for the past four hours,is that how you decided to  pass your time productively?”

He thanked for a little bit“Most of it….can you really blame me?”He was delighted when he saw the man bellow him giving him one of the best aimless he’d ever seen while slightly covering his face that was covered by the red blush Alexis loved to see appear every time he was complimented.

“You’re a creep”he knew that was a lie because he also did that but they loved to tease one another.He slowly sat up adjusting his eyes to the light and slowly hugged Alexei bringing him in his lap.It was his time for compliments.He slowly run his fingers through his lovers freshly showered hair.

“Your hairs really soft,are you planning on cutting it or are you going for a new style”

Murray was right his hair had grown quite a lot,maybe he’d keep it,he really hadn’t noticed how long it had gotten before now”

“As  I said …” Murray continued still running his hand through his hair “It’s surprisingly soft,you really have the cutest curls,your bed hair is immaculate,it smells nice,I love it,I am voting on you leaving it like this”

He slowly pressed a soft kiss on his hair and then tugged at his cheek,muttering something about how cute he was,he strongly disagreed.

“Yeahh I should probably  keep it this long,you seem to be loving it “he muttered a mischievous smirk appearing on his face as he slowly smiled up to the other.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it when I pull it…..you’re not as innocent as you look….you’re guilty and you know it.”

Yeah he knew it.

“What do you want to do for the the rest of the day……night I guess”It had already gotten dark outside so they wouldn’t be able to go anywhere and he wasn’t really tired Murray wasn’t neither probably.

How about we bake some cookies”He missed his cookies his sister used to make,they were delicious but he wouldn’t admit it to her,not even in his deathbed.

“Cookies?……Do you know how to make them?Also we have to check if we have the  ingredients we’ll need so let’s get up,I hope you know what you’re making because now you put me in a mood for fresh baked cookies” 

“Yeah,yeah came on you lazy American”

He got up offering a hand to Murray,he was giving him a look characterized by acceptance but mostly disappointed.

“Don’t call me that” he said as they were waking to the kitchen.

Murray quickly put out the ingredients and bowls while Alexei was looking for the baking pan for the cake at one of the bottom drawers earning a light smack in the ass by Murray.As he found the pan he looked at him shaking his head giving him a disappointed look.

“I had to….it was just sticking out perfectly.You have to admit you have a nice ass”

“No comment”

He quickly wrote the list of ingredients down to see if the missed anything.

Pryaniki honey cookies 

-flour

-butter

-honey

-baking soda 

-eggs 

-sour cream 

(You can top it with some marmalade or icing)

“Ok we got all of it so let’s begin the process”

After an hour or so the we’re done and we’re enjoying the cookies with some cold milk,sitting in the couch cuddled up,watching an action movie,as the rainstorm continued,falling asleep contently in each others arms.

[skygodtraumabond]

[A thudding on the roof of the scam van can be heard, and upon opening the back of the van a Dustox with a scarred wing flutters in, settling down on the mattress and allowing two (2) packages to be retrieved, one addressed to Marny and the other to Ray.

The package addressed to Ray is wrapped in a brown paper and string, but has had yellow markings that are vaguely reminiscent of their tattoos doodled on it in what looks like yellow marker. Inside there are a variety of fruits and berries, a chocolate bar, a tin of what look like homemade gummies that have a sweet-peppery scent, a bundle of lavender colored incense and a completely unsuspicious jar of pecha flavored poffins. There is a note attached.]

Ray,

I was out at the market district this morning and I thought I might put together a bit of a care package for the two of you, since I've been wanting to mail something anyways. Just my way of saying I've been thinking of you I suppose.

I have finally finished a bit of a project I've been working on ever since that first time I saw you in the scam van. I see how much stress that motion sickness puts you through and I though maybe I could find some way to help with that. the gummies are made with that meganium tea, and I've been doing a lot of testing to try to find the right dose to calm the nerves and effects without adding too much in the way of drowsiness. Well, unless that's what you need. It's one for the nausea, two for sleep. I was hoping perhaps this might help with the nightmares too, as it does for me, but you'll have to get back to me on that.

It's also much easier to get a wide variety of fruits and such here, it's been a very interesting experience, so I picked up a few more unusual ones for you. And of course everyone deserves a treat now and then, yeah? I heard the poffins were good as well, so I thought I would send some too, do let me know how you like them.

Yours,

Amy.

P.s. The incense is for Nerve. I thought you might be running low, so i picked some up. I hope it's the right kind.

[A letter is sent back in return. It is sent on harbor mail—likely left over from when they were spending time in Slateport. Inside the envelope with the letter itself are a few pressed Kalosian flowers and small clippings from old local newspapers. They're mostly cutouts of the pokemon photos and drawings within.

The letter itself has a few tear stains on it. Seems someone got a little emotional.

The letter reads as follows:

"Amy,

Thank you. Thank you so much. I was running out of incense to burn, and this will definitely soothe things until I can find the herbs needed to make my own again. I'm sure she would love it. If her spirit still carries on these winds, I hope she can feel it. It seems to help quite a bit with the shadow effects too. Funny how, even in passing, she still helps me breathe.

I'm a bit nervous about these gummies. Not just because of your cooking skills, but because I don't know how I'll do with them. I remember I had a much stronger reaction than either of us expected the first time you gave me Meganium tea, and though I don't remember much after that, I at least had your arms to wake up in. Still, I suppose medicated gummies are more of a science thing than a cooking thing, so I guess I'm going to have to trust that it'll be okay. Because you're the scientist. Maybe I can get Marny to supervise whatever happens. She could be your long-distance lab assistant. :)

I think all of us deserve a treat here. Things just keep happening all the time. Poffins are an odd find in Hoenn, but I'll be sure to get back to you on those. I'm holding onto Marny's package right now for when she gets back. She said she was going to visit her parents, insisted I should stay here so her and her new Honedge could bond more. It makes sense, I guess. It's incredibly protective of her, and having me tag along to her family's house could cause it more stress than I care to inflict. I'm still worried about her, though. I trust the Honedge to fight for her, but I'm worried that it might not be experienced enough to defend her in case something goes wrong.

I'm going to go out for a walk. I need to distract myself, and besides, I'd feel bad about spending all this time in Kalos without sending something good back. Maybe I could battle out the funds for some treats. You deserve those too :)

Clear skies be with you,

Ray

P.S: Please give Jester the biggest hug for me. She deserves it.]

[axvwriter]

Trash That Threaten

Characters: Xia-lin, Betts

Warnings: Mentions of threatened animal violence, no animals are harmed though. Mentions of humans getting drugged.

Please scroll past if any of this may upset you.

—~—

“Xia-lin! Xia-lin!” Betts cried out upon seeing her friend approach her own home. The girl ran over before her friend could enter. Xia-lin paused, looking distressed by the shouting. Betts’ friend turned and met her half-way.

“Why are you shouting? …why do you look so upset? What happened?” Xia-lin held Betts by her shoulders, keeping her back from fully embracing her.

“Th-these guys… these guys said they’re going to come k-k-kill my animals. Wh-what do I dooo?!” Betts cried out hysterically, forcing herself closer to hug her friend.

“. . . We tell my dad. If they really come, he’ll dispose of them.” Xia-lin frowned, slowly moving her hands to wrap around Betts. “When did this happen… and where?”

“I-I was just walking home fr-from school… and th-these men saw me… th-they started telling me how I don’t belong here and how I should… should… I ignored them… and I-I guess they know where I-I live be-because they s-started des-describing my-my farm ani-animals!” Betts bawled out. Xia-lin had to soothe her for a little longer before Betts could tell her where exactly this happened.

“…wait here, I’ll go tell my dad.”

~~~

Xia-lin found herself staying up late, constantly looking out her window and towards her neighbor’s plot. Her mother sat nearby, stress practically rolling from her.

“Mother… Should we call Father back in?” Xia-lin quietly asked. Her mother responded with a clack.

“No. They could very well decide to try striking at night.”

“How idiotic would they have to be to do that? Nearly all monsters can see way better than humans can during the night. Do they think they can threaten someone and not have them be on their guard?” Xia-lin seethed.

“…Your father has told me that there’s a lot of stupid and fool-hardy humans out there. …Xia-lin you should sleep. You have school. Your father isn’t the only one up tonight.” Xia-lin’s mother stood up, helping her stand up as well.

~~~

Xia-lin waved Betts off, telling her not to wait. Betts reluctantly left, clearly not wanting to walk alone. It couldn’t be helped. Betts needed to learn how to be strong. Plus Xia-lin always stayed behind to use the school’s lab. Though this time she had a change of plans. One that would start once she approached the cornerstone that Betts had been harassed at.

So once Betts was out of sight, Xia-lin left to take Betts old path to and from school. The jerks had never approached last night, which only peeved her more. Such lowlifes wouldn’t even try to carry out their threat? Or did they find it fun to keep her parents and her neighbors awake with fear at night? Like Xia-lin didn’t already have enough on her plate.

She pulled her hoodie up over her head before she got within sight of the small, dingy store. Xia-lin surveyed the area, almost scoffing when seeing the men that Betts had described. Were they waiting for the girl to pass by again? What idiots they were. The perfect ones to stone.

Xia-lin went to walk past them, purposefully stumbling as she dropped a candy bar. The guys noticed, but waited until she was gone to investigate further. One snatched it up, noticing that it seemed to be an unopened plain chocolate bar, and teared open its wrapping.

“Dude, give me some.” The second man complained. Xia-lin watched from afar, exasperated at how the three men childishly fought for the bar. Though that was perfect for her, having all three of them partake in it meant she wouldn’t have to tail them all day to sneak more drugged candy to them.

Now she only had to tail them to see if the serum she conducted worked as planned.

~~~

“Thank you again, Xia-lin’s dad for walking us here.” Betts beamed, still clutching Xia-lin’s hand. If Betts didn’t have the same condition as her, Xia-lin was sure Betts would be squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Well, after hearing about what happened a couple of days ago… I couldn’t help it. I know the city often overlooks… but… nevermind, don’t worry about it. If anything I might get to petition to the city to be more aware of what’s going on with its citizens.” Xia-lin’s father responded before reluctantly leaving.

Xia-lin huffed. Betts just had to see the news and tell her parents about it. At least her parents and Betts were just as dumb as everyone else. Betts had identified the men that fell into comas were the same men that threatened her farm. The news seemed to think it was a drug overdosage and warned people about meeting with shady dealers.

At least they were smart enough to know that if it was an attack from a monster, there would be clear signs of that being the case. Now she had to keep an eye out for any news on the coma patients dying or not. Xia-lin had pre-maturely tested her stasis sleep medicine on them after all.

[reaganseyebags]

A fluff Reagan x Reader request. Reagan is asked by the reader to be their plus one to a wedding.

AHHH THIS IS ADORABLEEE

//SFW

So i can imagine after her moms wedding her whole thought about marriage was ruined?? She never really cared about it but now?? She can say that she hates the idea of wedding.

You two came back to your apartment after a long day of work. Both tired af

You two just wanted to order takeout and do nothing for the rest of the day, which is pretty was what you ended up doing.

Reagan was calling your local pizzeria as you noticed mail on the coffee table. She had to pick it up without you noticing.

You sat down and read thought the letters, it was nothing interesting, just some bills you needed to pay off and some coupons to shop you don’t even know. Even you say one with your name on it. Fancy paper and it was all hand written. You just opened it without any hesitation.

It was a wedding invitation from your friend you haven’t seen in ages.

“What’s that?” You heard Reagan say. She sat down next to you and looked at the piece of paper you were holding.

“A wedding invitation?” She answered her own question.

“Wanna go? It says I can take someone with me.”

“I,, you know I have difficult relationships with weddings” you saw the disgust in her face. You leaned it her, your hand reached to hold her hand.

“I know but,, this one seems like fun. Free food and no kids.”

She squeezed your hand. Your thumb stroked her knuckles.

“Can I,, have some time to think about it?”

“Yeah yeah totally,, it’s totally cool if you don’t wanna go,, I will go by myself then”

You pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek. She smiled and leaned into you, pressing her head into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her. You guys stayed like this until the pizza arrived.

After few days, she told you she actually wanted to go. It was when you two were working in her lab together. Damn how happy you were you guys are going <3

Sooo,, outfits,,, you decided for light blue suit, nice and simple. Maybe you would put like little pin or a flower on it note: if you prefer dresses then imagine nice colorful dress of your choose. I personally can not stand dresses on myself so that’s why I described a suit <33

And Reagan decided for a suit as well. This time it was light purple which perfectly matched yours. Ahhh that would be so cute. Reagan in suit supremacy

You just looked chefs kiss

You two arrived to the place. It was older wooden church. It smelled like old building y’all know the smell right??

You two sat down and waited. You watched all the people coming in but you didn’t really recognize anything. Just random people.

“I don’t really recognize anyone here.. Guess I’m all yours today”

“oh well,, that could be nice. Just you and me,, in a big crowd for strangers”

“Yeah..” you smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Just you and me”

The ceremony happened bla bla you way kiss the bride y’all know the drill.

The crowd moved to the main hall with food tables and dance floor.

They had fucking everything. Fish, steaks, chocolate fountain, fruits, veggies, you named

You two just picked up randomly stuff that looked good and moved to still one of the tables.

You guys chatted and laughed and even some random people joined you. You had wonderful time together.

You were constantly making sure Reagan didn’t look uncomfortable but,, she look happy. The way she smiled when people complimented her suit, the way she was happy to chat with others,, it just made your heart melt,, seeing so happy <3333

Time passed by quickly and people were getting pretty drunk at that point. Not you two tho. You both thought it would be extremely embarrassing if you got drunk and a wedding you don’t know anyone.

You could hear the cheesy music. Oh fuck it was dance time.

Ofc the first dance had the married couple, everyone just stared at them, everyone being in a good mood. Reagan was standing next to you. You wrapped your hand around her waist, putting her closer, she leaned back into you, nuzzling her nose into your shoulder.

You didn’t even noticed that everyone other couple just moved to the dance floor. You swallowed dry and turned to your girlfriend. You held her hand and said: “may I have this dance?”

These was this sparkle in her eye. After moment she nodded. You immediately drawn her to the dance floor.

One of your hands grabbed her waist and the other one was holding her hand. Her free hand ended up in your shoulder.

You two started moving in slow rhythm, nice and steady, back and forth.

It was truly magical moment for you two. Reagan never felt more in love. She just wanted you close and by her side for the rest of her life.

Maybe she finally understood the idea of marriage. She grew up in house where marrying someone was the worst mistake of your life but,, it wasn’t,, if it was with you,, it would be wonderful,

She pressed herself closer to her, she could feel your heart beat and you could feel hers

“I love you” she whispered. At first you thought you overheard her. She never said that.

“I love you and I wanna thank you for this evening”

Oh you totally heard that. You were about to cry- no tears were actually in your eyes at this point. You can say this was one of the best moments in your life

“I love you too”

THIS SO CUTE LIKE HOLY SHIT IM GONNA CRY- Plz gimme some nsfw requests thank you :** still love writing fluff,, I just wanna write some spicy stuff

[babyboibucky]

Elevate Thy Hate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Not a day goes by that you and Bucky don’t argue.

Word Count: 4,642

Warnings: Cliché plot but slight angst, self-doubt and Bucky being a loveable idiot who sucks at communicating

A/N: Surprise one-shot because I just remembered I wrote this like...last year lmfao

MAIN MASTERLIST

-

You woke up feeling great and excited. The mission was finally finished, debriefings were done and reports have been submitted. Everyone was given an entire week to get some rest and since rest days were pretty rare, you truly looked forward to this day.

Before you could even saunter in the kitchen, you had already heard the chatters from your fellow Avengers. One particular voice irked you though but hell no, you weren’t going to let one Bucky Barnes ruin your day.

A chorus of good mornings greeted you as soon as you walked into the kitchen. Nat and Steve were on one side of the counter sipping their coffee while Sam and Wanda were finishing up their food. Tony and Bruce were out of sight, probably holed up in the lab doing experiments as usual. Bucky didn’t acknowledge you and quickly headed out of the kitchen, thankfully. You weren’t in the mood to pick a fight.

Walking up to the cupboards, you quickly grabbed you favorite cereal and proceeded to pour it out on your bowl. None came out though. You peeked inside bag and saw that only crumbs of it were left.

“Who the—“

Everyone was already pointing at Bucky when you turned around to ask. And of course, Bucky did it on purpose because he stood there at the end of the hallway, watching you with smug grin on his face.

“I hope your day sucks.” He said and flipped you the bird before turning around to walk away.

You groaned out loud, ignoring the amused chuckles from everyone else in the kitchen.

“I’m not stooping down to your level, asshole! I hope your day is average!”

The day was fortunately uneventful, except for your ruined breakfast care of Bucky. You were determined not to let that annoy you for the rest of the day. So far, so good. You could only wish it’d continue that way for the rest of the week.

-

“I told you not to rush!” Bucky snapped.

“I had him already! If you didn’t throw that goddamn smoke grenade I would’ve killed him!” You explained.

You could see Sam shaking his head in frustration. Bucky always had to blame something on you even though you weren’t the one at fault.

Bucky snorted, “He had a sniper for fuck’s sake! One shot and you’re dead.”

“Oh wow, says the one who got shot before I did.” You rolled your eyes at Bucky.

The two of you continued to bicker until Nat and Steve walked into the living room looking confused as you and Bucky exchanged insults while Sam remained sandwiched between the both of you on the couch.

“Who got shot?” Steve asked, glancing at you and Bucky alternately.

“Did we miss out on a mission or...?” Nat continued.

Sam chuckled, “We were playing Call of Duty and we lost.” He explained, taking the opportunity to get up from the sofa.

Steve still looked lost, something that Nat immediately picked up. “It’s a video game.” She explained.

“You two are fighting over a game?” He asked you and Bucky.

“They fight over everything.” Nat shrugged and walked out of the room with Sam tagging behind her.

“I’m outta here too, I’m so done babysitting the kids.” He muttered under his breath.

-

It was past midnight when you were in the living room alone, watching television while eating a Whopper. The lights were turned off and it was absolutely quiet in the compound, setting the perfect ambience for the crime documentary you were watching.

Not long after, you heard someone walk into the living room. It was only when your heard the familiar grunt that you realized who it was. Of course, it had to be Bucky.

“Are you eating a burger?” He asked incredulously.

“No, it’s popcorn. Of course it’s a fucking burger, are you blind or just dumb?” You snapped, your eyes still glued on the television.

“Dumbfounded that you’re eating that at this hour. No wonder you suck at cardio.” Bucky said as he sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“Are you body-shaming me?” You gasped.

Bucky snickered, “I didn’t say anything, I just said you suck at cardio.” He said, not looking at you.

You chose to ignore him and brought your attention back to the television. It was quiet for moment. You almost forgot about Bucky’s presence until of course, he decided to annoy you yet again.

“Can you pass the remote?” Bucky asked monotonously.

“No.”

Silence.

“This show sucks.” He commented.

You were focused on the show but noticed that Bucky was staring at you.

“Can you please pass the remote?” He asked again.

“In case you didn’t notice, I’m watching. I was here first. I hold the rights to control the remote.” You deadpanned, refusing to look at him.

There was a flash of black and gold right before your eyes. Everything happened quickly and the next thing you knew, Bucky was hovering above you, trapping you between his body and the arm rest of the sofa.

“The fuck, Barnes?! Get off of me!” You protested and started pushing him away.

“You gotta work on your reflexes, darling.” He said, finally leaning away from you, remote now in his hand.

He grinned triumphantly and switched the channel before placing the remote inside his sweatpants, “Want to switch the channel? Come and get it.” he taunted as he leaned back on the couch, opening his legs wide as he showed off how the remote created a tent in his sweatpants.

That was the remote...right? You mentally slapped yourself for actually thinking about what Bucky was packing beneath those pants and frowned.

“You’re an asshole and a disgusting one.” You told him.

“God, I hate you.” You muttered and crumpled the wrapper of your burger before throwing it at Bucky.

Deciding that you didn’t want to argue any further, you got up and left the living room, but not without telling Bucky again how much you hated him for making your life miserable.

“The feeling is mutual.” You heard him say.

-

The petty fights with Bucky went on and on during that entire week of rest. Despite the arguments, there were small moments of kindness shared between you and the soldier.

“Where are you going dressed up so nicely?” You asked Bucky upon seeing him walk into the kitchen wearing a leather jacket on top of a black shirt, dark, tight-fitting jeans and a pair of Doc Martens.

It was meant as an insult, of course. You took every opportunity to tease Bucky and his newfound sense of fashion. Said fashion meant his taste for very millennial outfits despite his old age.

“Grocery.” He replied as he went over to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

“Ooh, can you buy me Starbucks on your way back? I’ll pay.” You asked kindly.

Bucky just stared at you as he drank from his glass of water. He slammed it on the counter before walking past you.

“Not a damn chance.”

He did buy you Starbucks though. It didn’t shock you that much considering that the both of you didn’t hate on each other all the damn time. But what surprised you was that he brought you your usual drink and your favorite pastry too.

Steve must have forced him to do so, probably told his best friend your usual orders as well so you made a note to thank him as soon as they got back.

And thank Steve you did, but you didn’t expect the reply that you got.

“Oh was that the reason why Bucky kept bugging me about stopping by Starbucks?” Steve asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “What do you mean? I thought he told you I asked him to buy me Starbucks.”

Steve chuckled, “I guess now I know why he wouldn’t shut up about it.” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

“I don’t understand, Cap.” you said.

Steve just smiled at you in response before squeezing your shoulder, “Maybe you will understand soon.”

And with that, he left you feeling even more confused. You honestly didn’t understand the context of the conversation so you decided to just ignore it. Steve sometimes would say weird shit that none of the Avengers knew about. You dismissed it and thought that maybe it was Steve being a decade old, it was probably an old man thing.

You decided to make coffee for Bucky the following day, as a simple gesture to thank him for the Starbucks. He didn’t ask you to pay him back so you felt obligated to do a little something for him. You were an asshole to him sometimes, yes, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to give credit where credit is due.

Okay, so maybe you didn’t really hate Bucky. If you did actually hate him, the entire team would probably do something about it. Maybe force the two of you to talk things out. The hatred was all fun and games, everyone seemed to be amused by it too.

You still considered Bucky your friend despite the constant bickering. You had to admit, the arguments were pretty fun.

Although, you were wondering whether Bucky felt the same about considering you as his friend. Sometimes, his attitude towards you confused the hell out of you.

One day he’d eat the chocolate you’ve been saving up for cheat day just to spite you. And it definitely did because you ended up cursing him out loud when you saw him munching on it. The next day he brought you a new one. You were watching Netflix when he waltzed into the living room and threw a bar of chocolate at your lap before walking out without saying a word.

These exchange of small yet kind (and confusing) gestures remained unacknowledged. You didn’t know why but you also didn’t feel the need to talk about them. You weren’t going to lie but Bucky’s random acts of kindness would always put a smile on your face.

-

The vacation unfortunately came to an end and everyone had to go back to saving the world. All of you were gathered in the conference room with Fury for a briefing about the next mission. It wasn’t as big as the last one but it still required a lot of planning.

After explaining the mission, Fury let Steve take over the meeting to strategize.

Some were assigned to do surveillance around the parameter while some were appointed to do all the groundwork. Steve of course, just had to partner you with Bucky to do the actual infiltration given that your skills complemented each other’s.

You grinned and was prepared to roast Bucky’s ass when you turned to him and was met with a scowl. He shook his head with what you assumed was disappointment and turned away from you.

It was the first time he ever dismissed you like that. Sure, you were rude to each other but the look that Bucky gave you wasn’t a teasing one. He wasn’t mocking you nor frustrated. Bucky seemed to really hate the idea of being partnered with you. It was the first time that the two of you had to work together without anyone else. Usually, Steve or Sam joined but for this mission, it was just you and Bucky. Concluding that he must have woken up at the wrong side of the bed, you chose to ignore your gut feeling and focused back to Steve.

After the meeting, everyone else exited the room and started with the preparations for the mission. As you walked down the hallway leading to your bedroom, you heard some soft chattering coming from Steve’s bedroom.

You were supposed to ignore it until you heard your name, making you stop in your tracks.

“I can’t be partnered with her, Steve.”

Bucky.

“Buck, just go with it. I can’t be changing assignments at the last minute.” Steve explained.

Bucky sighed, “You know I can’t function properly when she’s around, let alone be partnered with her. She distracts me, Steve. Her skills distract me and I swear on our friendship, I would end up dying on this assignment.”

“You’re being overly dramatic, Buck. Just suck it up, pal. Do the mission and get it over with.”

“Steve, you don’t understand. I really can’t deal with her. Especially if it’s just the two of us. You know how much I fucking—“

“Hate me?”

You couldn’t help but interject in their conversation. How could you not? Bucky was complaining about how he couldn’t deal with you. It really hurt hearing Bucky say all those things about you. Sure, you were somewhat new to the team and you didn’t have superpowers nor years of training like the rest. But you worked your ass off to be in this position. And for him to say that he couldn’t function with you being around struck a nerve. The last thing on your mind was to hold back your teammates, that’s why you train twice, thrice as hard.

Steve and Bucky stared at you as if they’ve seen a ghost. It’s as if all their blood was drained out of their body when they saw you step inside the room. Bucky was about to say something but you decided to cut him off, not wanting to hear more about how he doesn’t want to be partnered with you.

“We don’t get along that well, I get that. But I honestly thought that our arguments were harmless. Hell, I consider us friends. I didn’t think that you actually hated me.” Your voice quivered because you were truly, deeply hurt.

“That’s not what I meant.” Bucky insisted.

“You literally said that you might end up dying because of being partnered with me, Bucky! Look, I know that I don’t have a super serum running through my veins. I can’t move things with my mind and I can’t come up with life-changing tech. I wasn’t trained since childhood nor have the perfect aim. But I worked hard to be in this team. I trained hard not to be a burden to anyone and I’m sorry if my skills aren’t up to your standards.”

What did you even do to Bucky for him to hate you this much?

“Don’t worry, I won’t burden you. Once this mission is over, I won’t bother you anymore. Ever.” You said before walking out of the way, ignoring Bucky when he had repeatedly called your name.

-

The ride to the location was filled with tension. Although everyone else had no idea what happened, they somehow knew that the tension had something to do with you and Bucky.

Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for you not to end up sitting beside Bucky.

“You okay?” Wanda asked, noticing how restless you were.

What you heard definitely affected you in more ways than one. You kept on double checking your weapons, your gadgets and you even ended up doubting yourself. Were you really equipped to be an Avenger? Steve said that Bucky was merely overacting but what if he was right? What if you weren’t skilled enough to protect him or your teammates?

“That’s not true.” Wanda said out of the blue. “I didn’t mean to read your mind, though. Your thoughts are coming off too strong, kinda hard to ignore.” She said apologetically.

You softly laughed, “I should really be staying away from you.” You joked.

Wanda smiled and placed her hand on top of yours, “I mean it though. You’re amazing at what you do. I don’t understand why you’re doubting yourself about being an Avenger.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you offered Wanda a grateful smile. You noticed that Bucky had been staring at you the entire time but simply ignored him. You weren’t going to let him snap you out of your focus.

-

Once on location, everyone started to split up and listened for Steve’s orders through the comms. You and Bucky managed to get inside the base, all thanks to Nat and the Hulk who handled all the guards.

The building was completely empty when the two of you walked around in search of the hidden quarters where all the intel were kept.

Bucky whistled to get your attention, you turned and saw that he was motioning towards what seemed to be a regular brick wall. However, there were a few bricks out of place and upon examining it, you realized it was some sort of a secret door. You managed to figure out which bricks to push and thankfully, it didn’t take you long enough to open the door which revealed an old, steel elevator.

“We found the entrance, Steve.” Bucky said into the comms.

“Careful in there, there were suspiciously a few guards within the parameters. They all might be in there.” Nat warned.

You heaved out a deep breath before stepping into the elevator with Bucky trailing behind you. There was only one button in the elevator, a red one.

“Can someone scan the elevator and make sure this button won’t set off any boobie trap or something?” You asked nervously as you inspected the elevator for any hidden traps.

The comms cracked with Sam’s voice. “Button is safe although...” he trailed.

“Although what?” Bucky asked, examining the elevator as well.

“You’re in for a long ride.”

You frowned, “How long?” You asked.

“Can’t see. It’s way too deep.”

Sam was able to scan the entire base and true enough, the elevator would lead deep down into the hidden laboratory. How deep into the ground it was, none could tell. Neither Sam nor Tony’s technology could see through due to the lack of signal. Steve said it might be dangerous to proceed given that there were no other ways into the lab except for the elevator.

The lack of signal down there meant no communication.

“Guys, I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue with this mission.” Steve said.

“But we’re so close, Steve.” You said.

“I think Steve is right. It’d be hard to call for back up when things go south.” Bucky interjected, not even sparing you a glance.

You snorted. Bucky sure wasn’t overacting when he was complaining about your skills. He definitely didn’t trust you. You weren’t going to settle for that.

“We won’t need any back up.”

And with that, you pressed the red button and completely ignored everyone’s warnings through the comms. Bucky looked at you with disbelief and tried to press the red button again in hopes of halting the elevator. However, the brick wall had closed and the elevator started its descent.

“Why the fuck did you do that?!” He yelled and tried to search the elevator for some sort of stop button.

“We’ll follow soon!” Steve’s voice was the last you heard before your comms completely lost its signal.

“Christ, we don’t even know whether it’s the lab that’s down there!” Bucky said, continuing his search for anything that would bring the both of you up to the ground floor.

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am. All secret doors lead to a top secret room and no, we won’t be needing any back up because I am totally capable of taking down anyone who gets in the way.” You stubbornly replied and leaned against the wall.

You wondered how long the elevator ride was going to be. At the speed that it’s going, it wasn’t impossible to take at least fifteen to twenty minutes if the lab was really far down into the ground. Bucky’s frustration was evident from the way he kept on inspecting the elevator walls. At first it was easy to ignore but Bucky was becoming more and more desperate to find a way to go back up.

“Your desperation to stay away from me is just...astounding.” You said with a bitter chuckle.

“I’m finding a way to get out of here, not away from you.” Bucky explained calmly.

You shook your head, “You don’t trust me to keep you alive, I get it. But can you tone it down even for just a bit?” You spat at him.

Bucky pressed the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t need to keep me alive.”

“Of course not, you don’t need me to do so ‘cause you’re so capable. How did I not think of that?” At this point, you couldn’t stop the word vomit.

You had tons of things to say to Bucky to prove to him that you were totally good at what you do, that he didn’t need to underestimate you just because you were a new addition to the team.

“That’s not what I mean.” Bucky explained again.

It was starting to annoy you that the more you were becoming agitated, the calmer he was becoming. And he kept on telling you that he meant differently with his statements but he never really attempted to further explain his side.

“Then what do you mean, Bucky?” You pressed. “What did I ever do to you for you to hate me this much? Did I say something offensive? Do I have to train 24/7 for you to think that I deserve to be working alongside the Avengers?” You kept on babbling on and on and on.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand, “I don’t hate you, okay?” He doesn’t even spare you a look.

All this time, he was looking at anything but you and it was really getting on your nerves.

“See? You keep on telling me that you don’t hate me but you can’t even look at me! I mean, if you really loathe me then own up to it! It hurts me more that you keep on denying it when you can’t even explain a damn thing. At least tell me why!” You were never an emotional person and Bucky knew that, so when he finally turned to look at you, he was surprised to see you on the verge of tears.

“Hey, hey...” Bucky coaxed and tried to hold you but you stepped away from him.

“Just please tell me why, Buck. Tell me and I promise to stay away. If you think I suck at being an Avenger to the point of irritating you, tell me so I can train my fucking ass off until you deem me fit to be an Avenger. If my jokes offended you, I’m sorry. If I—“

“It’s because I like you.”

“...what?”

Bucky Barnes...likes you? It’s as if the silence went on forever inside the elevator that seemed to keep going. How long were the two of you inside it anyway? You couldn’t tell anymore and you didn’t know whether Bucky was simply fooling around with you.

“That’s not funny.” You said.

Bucky shook his head, “It’s not a joke.”

You stared at him doubtfully, “Explain.” You demanded.

Bucky licked his lips and let out a soft chuckle, “I’m an idiot.” He said.

“That doesn’t explain anything. If any, I’d think you’re simply fucking with me.” You pointed out and crossed your arms over your chest.

That seemed to urge Bucky to finally explain. “What you heard in Steve’s room was correct.”

“So you really hate me.”

Bucky groaned, “Let me finish, please?” He pleaded. When you remained silent, he continued to explain himself.

“You really do distract me during missions. Because you’re so amazing and I never doubted your skills. But I also get worried and I hate it when I see you in pain or wounded and it fucking distracts me. I didn’t want to be partnered with you because when I see you, I just...fuck. I like you that much. You kick someone’s ass and I’d end up watching you with awe that it’d cause me my own demise. That’s what I meant. That I’d probably end up dying because whenever you’re around, you have my full attention.”

The anger within you dissipated just like that. You could feel your face heat up from Bucky’s unexpected confession.

“But you’re an asshole to me.” You pointed out.

Bucky laughed, “Because that’s how I get your attention. You walk into a room with a kind-hearted super soldier, a witty bird brain and a few more intelligent men and yet I’d be the first one you’d acknowledge. With a snarky comment but still, attention is attention. It’s the only way I get to interact with you without feeling awkward. I suck at conversations, I mean, you heard me and though I was hating on you when I was merely blabbering to Steve about how much I like you.”

This time, you couldn’t hold back your laughter. All along, Bucky was finding a way to talk to you even though it meant constant arguments over the pettiest things. To be fair though, he really did suck at communicating.

“I’m sorry that it came across like that.” Bucky apologized sincerely. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us.” He admitted.

You shrugged, “Oh but it does. In fact, it changes everything.”

Bucky’s face fell.

“Because I think I like you too and I kinda want for things to change. For the better of course.” You grinned.

Bucky chuckled and scratched his forehead bashfully, “You think, huh? Not sure?” He asked and turned to you just as the elevator doors opened.

Indeed, it led to the lab where almost all of the targets stayed. The man nearest the elevator had his gun pointed at Bucky but before he could even pull the trigger, Bucky had thrown his knife at him without even sparing a glance and choked the next guy to attack with his metal arm before throwing him towards a group of armed men. He was just gazing at you with a smittened smile.

“Still not sure about liking me back?”

Impressed at his gesture, you smirked.

“Now I am.”

-

By the time Steve, Nat and Sam walked out of the elevator, the mission had already been done. You walked towards the trio and handed Steve a USB.

“All their data is already saved there. Wiped out their entire system clean too.” You told him, voice chirpy and all.

Bucky was right behind you, a couple of folders in his hands before handing them to Sam, “Lotsa confidential info in there too which includes our next targets.” he said and walked past Sam with a certain jump in his steps.

The three exchanged glances before looking around the entire lab. Men were scattered on the floor, most were dead and others heavily injured.

“What the hell happened here?” Nat asked, avoiding the injured men on the ground as she walked around.

“The mission happened, Nat. All that matters now is that everything has been resolved. I mean, everything.” You said meaningfully and threw Bucky a flirty smile before walking into the elevator.

He followed suit and saluted at the three before pushing the red button. The doors weren’t even closed yet when Bucky couldn’t hold back and quickly leaned to press a soft kiss on your lips. An action that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the three. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you noticed their reactions before the elevator closed.

Said trio stood there dumbfounded and confused as hell. Early on, the tension between you and Bucky was felt by everyone. The kind of tension then wasn’t even a sexual one. It was so intense that Nat was actually expecting to see you and Bucky at each other’s throats when they got down to the lab.

“Guess that the long ass elevator ride did something. Whatever was in that elevator seems interesting. Wanna go check it out, Nat?” Sam asked suggestively.

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

Nat simply smirked and walked past Sam, “In your dreams, Wilson.”

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A Matter of Admiration Alpha Gang Orca x Omega f!Reader

Hello Hello! Here is my very VERY late submission for the SFW portion of Spudcorner's Valentine Blood and Chocolate Collab. This was meant to be a two page drabble. 13 pages later it's a bit more than that. Regardless, I do hope you enjoy!

Sequel/Epilogue Here

Content Warnings- Omegaverse, SFW, Insecurities, Misunderstandings, Pining, Fluff, Lots of food mentioned, Kugo being very down on himself, very minor mention of blood and stitches needed.

“Really? Again?”

The large alpha seemed to shrink under your judgemental glare.

“I am sorry, Y/N. The fight got intense and it slipped off. Someone must have stepped on it.”

You sighed heavily, your gaze turning to the workbench where the shattered remains of your creation sat. This was your seventh attempt at outfitting Gang Orca with a communicator headset. It was dangerous for him to keep fishing for a handheld during the heat of battle. Unfortunately, his lack of outer ear made keeping a headset on him difficult. Shaking your head, you gave a small smile.

“Not your fault, Sakamata. We knew this was going to be tricky. Though at this rate I’m tempted to just glue a headset on you and call it a day.”

Kugo snorted, his posture relaxing. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I hate to see your hard work go to waste.”

“It’s not a waste if I learn something from it. This one lasted a couple weeks of normal patrol work, so that’s an improvement. We just need to figure out what was different about this fight. So, sit. Talk.”

Kugo shook his head with an amused huff. He admitted he had been slightly dubious when you had first come to his agency. He’d encountered many hero support workers claiming to specialize in mutation quirks that seemed to be looking for lab rats for their creations. However, you always listened to what he said, and made suggestions that would actually make his job easier. You made sure your support items not only were functional, but comfortable at well. If the few years you had worked for him, he was pleased to say you had become good friends.

“I can’t right now, Y/N. I need to get cleaned up, then complete my report before I forget the details. I’ll come back first thing tomorrow.” You frowned, tapping your foot. Kugo fought to keep a neutral expression. You’d never forgive him if you knew how much he enjoyed your expressions when you were annoyed.

“Alright. Fine. First thing tomorrow. But make sure you get some rest tonight, you’ve been working too hard lately!”

Sakamata waved a hand in answer as he walked out the workshop door. He’d try to follow your request, but a hero’s work is never done.

~~~~~

Gang Orca shuffled through the door to his agency with an aura of gloom about him. In the past five days, he had broken five more communicators, gotten into several serious fights, and had allowed a villain to escape. And that was just his work life. Some of his friends had set him up for a speed dating session. He didn’t blame them for trying, but it ended exactly how he knew it would. Most of the omegas who had been present were scared of him, and those that weren’t were clearly only interested in his pro hero paycheck. Kugo trudged toward his office, his thoughts gloomy. A man with a quirk like his would never have a normal courtship. It hurt sometimes. How nice it would be to come home to a sweet smelling omega. What wouldn’t he give to home filled with pups, and laughter and love? He sighed softly as he swung his door open. Such a life was not meant for him, so no point in even dreaming. On autopilot, he hung his coat on the coat rack, and turned to set his briefcase on his desk. However, the desk was already occupied. Kugo tilted his head as he stared at the object resting on his desk. It appeared to be a large bento box, wrapped in a rather feminine handkerchief, patterned with some sort of flowers. Kugo set his briefcase down on a chair before coming closer to investigate. Gingerly, he untied the knot, setting the cloth aside as he looked at the contents curiously.

First and most obviously, was the strawberry shaped sticky note attached to the top. “You looked like you had been having a rough week. I hope this can make it better!” The writing was… painstakingly cute. The “i”s were dotted with little hearts. Each letter having just a little bit of flourish, while still being legible.

Kugo hummed quietly to himself. Clearly this had been left on his desk by mistake. A bit awkward, considering his name was on the door, but there was no other explanation. He drummed his fingers on the desk as he considered his options. He could take a guess at who the bento was for. There were several popular alpha heroes working for him that got their share of gifts from admirers. The soft omegan scent coming from the handkerchief that had wrapped the bento was a solid clue the gift was likely meant for one of them. But really, there was no way to tell for sure who it was supposed to end up with, and he really didn’t want the hard work to go to waste. Yes. Best thing would be to eat the bento, and place the box in the break room with a note inside the box apologizing.

His course of action decided, Kugo opened the bento, quietly sucking a breath as he saw what was inside. There were sausages cut to look like little octopi. A large slab of teriyaki salmon. Rice balls shaped like teddy bear heads, complete with little seaweed faces. He tried to tamp down his delight at seeing over half of the bento was dedicated to tamagoyaki. While he lived up to his stereotype of loving fish, the egg dish was a secret favorite of his; something his mother had made for him whenever he had a bad day when he was growing up. The second layer of the bento had even more. Rice, vegetables, and surprisingly a small but adorable piece of cake. Kugo put the bento back together with a small smile on his face. Perhaps it wasn’t meant for him, but it had been a long time since he had been able to enjoy something like this- cute and homemade, clearly filled with a great deal of care. He couldn’t quite feel guilty as he looked forward to lunch. He could pretend, just this once, that a sweet smelling omega had put so much care into something for him.

~~~~~~

Later that day, when most of the day team had left, Kugo made his way to the common break room. He carefully cleaned out the bento box in the sink, setting it to the side to dry. He folded the handkerchief it had came in, and placed it next to the box before sighing. He was in the process of scribbling a brief apology note when he heard a cough. He glanced up to see y/n leaning against the doorway.

“You okay, chief? Thought your shift ended an hour ago.”

Kugo nodded as he placed his note on top of the handkerchief. “Yes, just had a few things I needed to wrap up. What about you? I know you were supposed to be done several hours ago now.”

You fidgeted, embarrassed, shrugging your shoulders as you glanced away. “Had an idea for how to improve a few items and, well, you know how I get when I have a project. But what have you got there? You never struck me as the homemade lunch type.”

It was Kugo’s turn to look uncomfortable as he shuffled from foot to foot. “It was left on my desk this morning by mistake. I had no way of knowing who it was actually meant for, and I didn’t want it going to waste, so I ate it.”

You frowned as you walked into the room, opening cupboards and starting to retrieve things to make tea. You held a mug up toward Kugo in a silent question, grabbing a second one when he nodded. You were quiet for a few moments, going through the motions. After a while you asked “How are you so sure it wasn’t for you?”

Kugo snorted, leaning back against the counter and gesturing at himself. “Omegas aren’t exactly lined up around the block. I don’t place high on the ‘heroes that look most like villains’ list every year for no reason. Some unfortunate omega got confused about whose office was whose. It’s a shame I couldn’t give it to whoever it was meant for, it was a beautifully crafted bento.” Kugo doesn’t mention the note. Kugo especially doesn’t mention the note had found its way into his desk drawer to save as a memory of how nice it had been to receive the bento, even if it was an accident.

You laughed, passing him a steaming cup of tea, made just how he liked. “Sakamata, don’t talk down about yourself like that. You’re big, strong, and prime alpha material. You’re one of the top heroes! And even more importantly, you’re a gentle kind man that any omega would be lucky to have. I’d bet good money that that bento absolutely was made just for you.”

“A nice thought, but I doubt it. You’ll see. In a few days I bet a bento will make its way to who it was meant for.”

~~~~~~

Kugo stood stock still in the doorway to his office. Sitting on his desk was another cloth wrapped package. Once was a mistake, clearly. But two days in a row? Why on Earth was there another bento on his desk? He approached the desk and slide the bento to him. He untied the scented fabric with care. A cat shaped note greeted him.

“I’m sorry if it wasn’t clear before, Sakamata. I wanted to make this for you because I admire you so much. I’m not always great at saying my feelings, so I hope my cooking says enough.”

This was… for him. The bentos… were for him? He sat in his chair, leaning his head against his hands as he regarded the innocent looking lunch. If it wasn’t a mistake, then what could it be? Probably a fortune hunting omega trying to get in his good graces, if he went off his past experience. Though usually those types of omegas were more likely to offer favors of a different sort. Kugo winced as another thought occurred to him. There was a good chance this omega pitied him. Ugly, intimidating, unmatable. Someone had seen him and decided he needed looking after because clearly he’d never get someone on his own. Yes. That had to be it. He should leave the bento in the break room and end this farce as soon as possible.

His mind made up, Kugo picked up the bundle to do exactly that. The subtle smell of the contents hit his sensitive nose, causing him to salivate. Tempura? Definitely egg. Well, it would be a shame to not even look inside to make sure.

Clearly just as much care had gone into this one as the last one. The rice balls were shaped like little cat heads, to match the note. An assortment of tempura seemed to be the main dish, cute cat shaped food picks stuck in some of them. There were even paw print shaped gummy candies for the dessert. Every inch of the lunch was absolutely adorable. And it was all done for him. There was no way Kugo could let it go to waste. It hurt to know it was a gift given out of pity, but maybe, just for a while, he could pretend there was someone out there who loved him like this. The omega would grow tired of this eventually. Until then, he’d let himself enjoy this.

~~~~~

It was surprising how easily this had become routine. Every day when Kugo walked into his office, there was a new bento waiting for him. And every day he’d unwrap the bento, indulging a brief moment in the cutely patterned handkerchiefs. Every bento was unique and cute. They seemed to show a good understanding of his tastes and preferences. It was a pleasant break on the quiet days and a welcome comfort on the rough days. Each day there was a sweet written note that Kugo gently stored in his desk drawer. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

~~~~~~~

Kugo hated attending charity events. It wasn’t the charities, he always supported good causes. It wasn’t the dressing up, or the fancy atmosphere. It was the people. While a few of his friends were around somewhere, there were many many others who didn’t know him well. Others who were intimidated by his appearance. Others who apparently had no idea just how sharp his hearing was.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Gang Orca is here.”

“I know! Well, I suppose he is a hero. Allegedly, anyway.”

“Did he come with anyone?”

“Of course not. I mean ew. Look at him. Can you imagine cosying up to that at the end of the day?”

“I know! And those teeth! If he tried to bond someone, he’d take their head clean off!”

“As if anyone would want to bond with that.”

“I don’t know. He’s in the top ten pretty often. He has to be loaded, right?”

“Would have to be a lot for me to even consider it.”

“It could be all the money and I still wouldn’t!”

“Oh don’t say that! Poor bastard can’t help he’s unmatable.”

Kugo walked away from the refreshment table as he tried to tune out the unkind comments and mocking laughter. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. He knew full well what he looked like. He had had enough failed courting attempts to know exactly what omegas thought of him. But it still stung. Stung more than usual, actually. The daily bentos with their scented cloths and cute little notes had almost made him forget. The only omegas who were interested either pitied him, or wanted his money. He could never forget that.

~~~~~

What he could forget, apparently, was that the number two pro hero was scheduled to be at his office the morning after the charity gala. Kugo stifled a sigh when he saw the red winged hero waiting outside his agency’s door. Of course he’d have to deal with this on a day when he wasn’t in the best of moods. “Orca! My man, good to see you again!”

Kugo nodded as he held the door open. “Hawks.”

“Didn’t get a chance to talk to you at the party last night. You know how it is. Go to one of those things when you're single, and you get swarmed.”

Kugo gave a non committal grunt. No, he didn’t know. He just wanted this morning to be over with. He perked up slightly as he saw you hurrying down the hallway toward them. Hawks gave a low whistle. “Who's the babe?” Kugo half growled. “That is Miss Y/N. The support item engineer you allegedly came here to see. You will be respectful and refrain from flirting with my staff.”

Keigo held up his hands and laughed. “Hey now big guy, don’t mean any offense. Just saying you’re lucky to get to work with that every day.”

Kugo jerked his head in an abbreviated nod. You slowed down your quick walk as you got closer, not wanting to interrupt the heroes’s conversation. Kugo waved you closer. You smiled at him so brightly as you joined the group. Yes. He was lucky to work with a friend such as you. Kugo’s nerves started to cool a bit as he introduced you and the three of you began to make your way to his office. Hawk’s casual questions were more inquisitive than flirty, and Kugo knew from long experience just how much you enjoyed being able to talk in depth about your work. He was smiling by the time he opened the door to his office, ushering the two or you in. Hawk’s next words hit him like a bucket of cold water to the face.

“Dang! Either you got one hell of a cafeteria service at this agency, or Gang Orca has himself quite an admirer. Delivered right to your desk, pretty bold, man! That’s exactly why I keep my door locked. There’s only so much lunch a man can eat, am I right?”

The bento. He had forgotten about the stupid bento. There it sat, as always. The handkerchief was especially cute today, some sort of pattern with teddy bears hugging and kissing. Any other day, the sight would have calmed him. Any other day he would have sat down and quickly poked through to see what surprises lay inside that day, would have read the note meant just for him with a smile.

But today was different. Others were in his office. The number two hero, handsome and popular. His support engineer, pretty enough to probably have plenty of suitors of her own. And then there was him. Large. Scary. Consistently told he looks like a villain. Has never had a relationship that wasn’t pitying or profiteering. Kugo remembered the whispered remarks from the party. Usually he’d be able to brush off Hawks’s commentary. But today…

Kugo snarled, his scent agitated as he swept his arm across the desk, knocking the bento roughly into the trash. “They are a nuisance that need to cease! I’m so tired of some desperate piting omega shoving their unwanted, unneeded efforts at me! Enough is enough!” At the end his voice was raised to a shout. He was dimly aware of his nails digging deeply into his palms. Kugo leaned on the desk, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself. He could hear the others shuffling behind him awkwardly.

“Come on,” You murmured and lightly tugged on Keigo’s sleeve. “How about I show you my lab and take some measurements before we get started.”

“Yeah. Um. Yeah.” Keigo allowed you to lead him away. You softly closed the door behind you. Kugo remained, hunched and breathing raggedly. It took him several minutes to calm down. It took him a few minutes beyond that to gather the nerve to make the trek down to the support lab. He slipped into the room as inconspicously as a man with his fram could manage. You were taking measurements off of Keigo and muttering to yourself as you tapped out notes on your tablet. Keigo noticed Kugo’s entrance and greeted him cautiously. “You good?” Kugo nodded. “I… apologize. It’s been a rather trying week, but I should have composed myself better.”

Keigo waved him off. “No worries, man, no worries. Y/n was just telling me she thinks that she’ll be able to rig up something for me that would help slow my fall in situations where my wings get damaged.”

You hummed an affirmative, taking a few more measurements before you started describing your process. Kugo couldn’t help but notice you didn’t look his way. You looked at the ground, at your tablet, at Keigo, but you were clearly avoiding Kugo’s gaze. He mentally winced as he settled onto an out of the way stool. It was rare for him to have that kind of emotional outburst. It probably could be heard even from outside his office. He’d make sure to apologize to you better when he got the chance. But for now, it was looking like it would be a long, awkward day. Goodie.

~~~~~

Kugo growled under his breath the next morning when he saw the cloth wrapped bundle sitting on his desk. Yesterday’s embarrassment was still fresh in his mind as he stalked forward. His thick fingers quickly untied the surprisingly unpatterned piece of fabric. There, under the cloth, on top of the box, was a note as there always was. Kugo’s anger was cooled by confusion when he saw it, however. The paper was a plain yellow post-it note. Instead of the painstakingly cute handwriting with the heart dotted “i’s, there was a clearly hasty scrawl.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to annoy you. This will be the last one.”

Kugo frowned, shifting in his seat. Clearly the bento maker had heard about his outburst from yesterday. That was… unfortunate. But perhaps for the best, since he had no way of directly telling them to cease their nonsense. Unconsciously, his hand balled up the handkerchief and as he had been doing for a while, he scented it.

The cloth had a slight smell of salt to it. Tears, Kugo realized uncomfortably. The smell of tears slightly diluted the normal soothing smell of whoever had carefully packaged these bentos. He had little appetite as he looked over what was there. Tempura. Salmon. Vegetables. A large portion of tamagoyaki. But the part that caused an uncomfortable weight to settle in his chest was the little red box, filled with slightly clumsy, clearly homemade chocolates. Kugo closed his eyes, sighing as he set the box to the side to wait for lunch. This was good. This was what he wanted, to be left alone instead of some kind hearted omega taking pity on him. He had lived a long time without homemade bentos and little notes. He certainly didn’t want the small offering of chocolates. When lunchtime came, he certainly didn’t linger over the food longer than usual, savoring each bite. He tried to tell himself that this was for the best. That this was what he wanted. He refused to think about why he tucked the handkerchief and the box of chocolates into his desk drawer instead of leaving them in the break room as usual.

The next day as Kugo opened his office door, he looked toward his desk out of habit; searching for the lunch that had been left. His chest gave an uncomfortable lurch when he found the desk was bare. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. This was fine. This was what he wanted. The sooner he forgot about all this nonsense, the sooner things would return to normal. He settled into his chair and began sifting through the paperwork he had to deal with. No better way to take his mind off his troubling thoughts and distract the whine of his inner alpha. He was certain. Things would be back to normal soon.

Two weeks later, Kugo listlessly picked at the limp lettuce of the poor excuse of a salad that he had picked up at a convenience store. He sighed, putting the lid back on the barely touched meal resolving to throw it away when he next passed a garbage can. He didn’t like to admit it, but he missed the carefully planned meals. Wondering what cute surprise was going to be next. It was nice that someone thought he might enjoy seeing animal shaped onigiri and cheesecake flavored kit kats. His alpha whimpered when he thought about the contented omega scent that gently perfumed every handkerchief, except the last. But just as the note had said, he had received nothing since that last bento. His thoughts remained gloomy as he entered the agency, quickly making his way into his office, locking the door behind him. He knew better than to hope as he looked towards his desk. Bare, once again. Sighing heavily, he slumped into his chair. He gently pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Carefully nestled into it was the cleaned, empty bento box from the last meal, the small box of dwindling homemade chocolates, and that last precious handkerchief.

Kugo carefully removed the handkerchief. He brought the cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply. Stabbing pain shot through him as he realized the scent was barely there anymore. The faint scent of tears almost completely overpowering the last lingering trace of distressed omega. His hands clutched the fabric tightly, squeezing until he realized the stress he was putting on the fabric. He quickly placed it on the desk and tried in vain to smooth out the wrinkles. After a minute of fussing, he gently refolded it and placed it back in the drawer. Kugo stared at the contents, unblinking before slowly sliding the drawer closed. It was almost gone. Everything was almost gone. And he didn’t know how to get it back.

With a low growl, Kugo pushed himself up. Today was a rare day where he hoped for trouble on his patrol. A fight would certainly take his mind off things, and just maybe calm the whining alpha that echoed throughout his entire being.

~~~~

He really needed to be careful what he wished for. Kugo winced as he limped toward the support lab. He had gotten a fight alright. He had gotten three fights, a twisted ankle, and a once again smashed communication headset. It wasn’t his fault that he had gotten thrown backwards into a rather solid concrete wall. Y/N was going to kill him.

Kugo pushed the lab door open, stepping inside. His forehead creased in worry. The lab felt off. Wrong in a way he couldn’t immediately place a finger finger on. Well, he’d have to think about it later, he decided as he made his way to where you were sitting. You were at your workbench, tapping your pen on the table and staring at nothing when he settled down on the stool next to you. You glanced over as Kugo sat down, did a double take and let out a small noise of surprise.

“Sakamata! What happened to you?”

The large man shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “The usual. Villain didn’t behave exactly how I thought, and I paid for not being vigilant enough. Nothing too bad. Twisted ankle and roughed up a little. Unfortunately though…”

Sheepishly as a scolded schoolboy, Kugo pulled the shattered remains of his latest communicator out of his pocket and placed them on the workbench.

“Kugo!”

He couldn’t help but smile. He loved the times when you got worked up enough to call him by his first name. He watched as you gingerly sifted through the sad shattered remains.

“What did you do, hit it with a rock?!”

“Concrete wall, actually.”

You stilled before turning to look at Kugo, sharp and suspicious. “And I assume you were wearing it at the time?”

Kugo had the decency to look embarrassed as he nodded. Suddenly he was being fussed over, gentle hands touching his face and turning his head this way and that. An exclamation and curse left you when you found a large, sluggishly bleeding gash on the back of Kugo’s head.

“You! You Alpha!” You huffed as you started digging through the pockets of your lab coat. Kugo got a brief glimpse of colored fabric before the handkerchief was softly dabbing at his wound. Kugo hissed, only half listening as the scolding continued about how knot headed alphas needed to learn to go to the medical ward first before worrying about stupid replacable tech. He was brought back to the present when a hand, so much smaller than his own, grabbed his hand. You easily maneuvered him so that Kugo was now firmly holding the handkerchief over the cut. You hummed, satisfied for now.

“Now Sakamata, please hold that there until you can get medical to look at it. Doubt a hard headed man like you has a concussion, but might need stitches. I’m not exactly an expert. Don’t worry about the headset. I should be able to get a new one to you before my replacement takes over. And if not, I’ll be leaving some blueprints behind anyway.”

What?

“Replacement?”

You stilled, looking away from him. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just… I never found the right time to tell you.” You fidgeted, rubbing your thumb over your knuckles. “I’m going to be going to America soon. I’ve gotten a good offer to work with a few heroes over there that need someone specialized in mutation supports. It would do a lot to boost my career…”

Kugo reached out, grabbing your hand, and stopping your nervous motions. He tried to find words in his stalling brain. “This is really sudden, Y/N.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You wouldn’t meet his gaze.

He gently shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “Not scolding you. Just, is everything alright? Is something going on?”

You pulled away, digging your hands into your hair with a sigh. “You know me too well.”

Kugo gave half a smile. “I would hope so. I like to think we’re friends. Is there anything I can do? Are you in trouble in some way?”

You shook your head. “No. No, nothing like that. It’s kind of embarrassing. Just… A courtship that really didn’t turn out well. And I just… I could really use some time away to get my head back on straight. Eagle Pride’s office has mentioned wanting me to go over and collaborate with them for a while, and what better time than now?” Your laugh sounded bitter.

Kugo sat silent and stunned. He hadn’t known you were courting. Being courted? Honestly, he wasn’t even sure of your dynamic. If you weren’t beta, then you certainly hid your scent well. He cleared his throat before speaking hesitantly.

“I certainly won’t stop you if you truly wish to go. It is an excellent opportunity. Might be a step in having your own support company if you wish. And if not, you’re always welcome here, Y/n. You must know that.”

You give a small smile, finally looking him in the eye. His chest tightened when he saw tears there. “I know, Kugo. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. You’re a good friend for putting up with me.”

“There’s no putting up with. I enjoy your company, always.” Kugo reached out slowly, but you turned away and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. He frowned, placing his hand back in his lap. “And you sure you’re alright, Y/N? No one is threatening you, are they? Someone unsafe taken an interest in you?”

You snorted, “Nothing like that. And people think I’m the dramatic one. No. I just got rejected is all. I miscalculated. Thought they were interested, but they made it very clear they aren’t.”

“Then they’re an idiot.” The words escaped Kugo before he even realized what he was going to say. But it was true, he was sure. You were beautiful, kind, smart. Anyone would be beyond lucky to hold your interest. On the rare days he allowed himself to dream, he often thought he’d love to have someone like you as a mate. Someone who knew him well and cared for him as much as he cared for them. He felt pains in his chest and his eyes widened as realization hit him in the face like a wet mackerel. Oh. He was jealous. He was jealous of whoever it was that y/n had tried to court. And he was angry. Furious that some fool had rejected her. Hurt her. But he was glad she was still here. Yet she was going to leave. Going to leave him here alone. His thoughts swirled and tumbled, and he swayed slightly in his seat. And hand on his shoulder stilled him and he looked up into your concerned eyes.

“Hey, you’re not looking too good. You really should get to medical. Do you need me to help you?”

“No. No. I can make it down a few hallways, thank you though.”

Kugo stood, and tried to give back the cloth he had been pressing to his head. You pushed it back, gently scolding him. “I said leave it there until someone can look at it. If you insist on returning a silly old rag, you can wash it and give it back later.”

Kugo nodded and mumbled out a goodbye. He had a lot to think about as he slowly made his way to medical. So. He liked you. The more he thought about it, the clearer it seemed to him. He’d liked you for a while. Things were always easy with you. But now, you’re leaving. He couldn’t stop you, and wouldn’t even if he could. You clearly felt like you needed to go.

He was still ruminating on his thoughts as the doctor ushered him to a bed. He was poked and prodded. Kugo managed to mumble out what must have been coherent answers. In the end, he did end up needing a few stitches. And just like that, he found himself fixed up and back in his office. He snorted a laugh at the absurdity. How can a day like this somehow manage to be just another day? Kugo sat in his chair and twisted the cloth in his hands absently. He brought it to his nose and sniffed out of habit. Oh course, the scent of his own blood was the most dominant. But underneath that was the usual calming scent of omega. His shoulders relaxed as the tension ran out of him. He pulled that cloth away, idly looking at the pattern. It was cute. Floral. Reminded him of the cloth that the first bento had been…

Wait.

Wait.

He hastily brought the handkerchief to his nose again. There was no mistaking it. He knew that smell. He had missed that smell for weeks. It was faint. But it absolutely was there. Omega, soft and sweet. Not any omega. His omega. His bento maker. His y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n who had seen him toss her courting gift in the trash, who thought he had completely rejected her, and who was moving to America.

Kugo was on his feet in an instant. He’d never made the trip to the support lab that quickly before. You jumped when the door flew open, hitting so harshly that the doorknob dented the wall.

“Sakamata! What?”

He dropped to his knees before you, arms wrapped tight around your waist and his head pressing against your stomach.

“Kugo?” You asked softly, hesitantly stroking along his fin. “Kugo, what’s wrong?”

“You’re the best thing life has ever given me. Please don’t leave. Please.”

You made a soft, wounded sound. You kneeled slowly, and took his face in your hands. Kugo leaned into your touch like a man who had been starved of affection his whole life. You stroked your thumbs over his cheeks.

“Kugo, I’m going to need you to speak plainly, so I’m sure I don’t misunderstand. What’s going on?”

His large hands came up, taking both your hands in his.

“I’m an idiot.”

You snorted and tilted your head, confused. He met your gaze as he continued.

“I’m an idiot and I love you.”

You inhaled sharply, looking at him in disbelief. He pulled the crumpled, bloodstained handkerchief from his pocket.

“I’m an idiot because I love you and yet I never even noticed that you loved me too. You showed me every day. You knew I like eggs just as much as fish. You cared enough to make them cute. You gave me extra sweets on days when I was working a double shift. I loved every bento you made me. I have every note saved. And I might be an idiot, but I’d be an even bigger idiot if I let you go without saying something. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, and I love you and please don’t go.”

“Kugo.” You smiled sadly. “I’m sorry. I already promised I’d go.”

Kugo inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes lowering to the floor.

“But,” you used your hands to lift his chin. His gaze snapped back to yours. “It’s just for six months. Six months, and then I’ll be right back here. With you.”

“With me?”

“Mmhmm.” You gave his nose a quick peck. “Always. You’re the best man I know. I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world for me.”

Kugo groaned and pulled you close, burying his face in your neck. From here, although it was very faint, he could smell your soothing scent. “You can’t say things like that and then tell me I can’t have you here for six months!”

You chuckled as you hugged him close. “Well, we have two weeks before I leave. We have a little time. And once I’m back? We’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Even that won’t be enough time to spend with you.”

“Dork.”

He hummed his agreement. “But it’s true. Eternity would be enough time to spend with you.” Before you could protest, he pulled you in for a gentle, but determined kiss.

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dear anon, sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this <3 i didn’t know that i needed it in my life and now...here it is;) IT WAS SO FUN hehe

melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung 

Genre: that good good smut 

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k 

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!} 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)  

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both. 

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.” 

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--” 

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!” 

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”  

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...” 

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like. 

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.” 

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?” 

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?” 

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?” 

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?” 

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light. 

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back. 

“i’m just repeating what you said!!” 

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen. 

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--” 

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--” 

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.” 

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.” 

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.” 

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.” 

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths. 

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can. 

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung. 

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for. 

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.” 

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual. 

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate. 

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?” 

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.” 

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?” 

“window of opportunity passed.” 

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.” 

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him. 

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?” 

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.”” 

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits. 

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.” 

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?” 

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.” 

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock. 

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.” 

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable. 

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders. 

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more. 

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly. 

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed. 

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.” 

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words. 

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.” 

“it’s only a couple of blocks--” 

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?” 

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.” 

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.” 

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--” 

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.” 

“me? sleep with you?” 

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.” 

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.” 

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting. 

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.” 

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.  

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing. 

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”  

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.” 

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake. 

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?” 

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.” 

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths. 

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours. 

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.” 

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?” 

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed. 

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs. 

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core. 

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief. 

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for. 

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you. 

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy. 

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?” 

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop. 

under the covers, his own legs twisted. 

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.  

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard. 

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake. 

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further. 

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle. 

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back. 

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own. 

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly. 

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you. 

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself. 

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did. 

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum. 

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.” 

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly. 

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?” 

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access. 

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.  

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it. 

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room. 

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?” 

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise. 

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure. 

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural. 

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it.  “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.” 

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened. 

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear. 

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell  as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand. 

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--” 

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!” 

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP 

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks. 

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened. 

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?” 

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...” 

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room. 

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.” 

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body. 

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real. 

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?” 

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?” 

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth. 

“i just...i just had this insane dream...” 

“dream? about what?” 

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed. 

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be. 

you leaned in closer, closing the gap. 

“it went something like this.” 

~🌹~

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[abbatoirablaze]

The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 24

Word Count:  2.6k

Warnings:  aggression between Hulk and Tony, some controlling tendencies, slight angst, sexual tension, manipulation, masturbation.

Bruce’s POV

"Now you'll tell me if you think it's too much, right?" I asked with a smile. Miracle giggled as I held her hand, leading her into the lab, "I don't want you thinking this is a lame date."

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's amazing, Bruce."

I felt my heart swell at her words.  Even the big guy was happier than a dog with a bone.  I could feel him happily pacing around, hoping that she liked everything that we’d set up.

"Alright," I smiled. I closed the door behind her and took off her blindfold, "what do you think?"

She gasped, looking at the setup I had created.

Sure, we were still in the tower because the girls weren't allowed to really go most places, but I had transformed the lab into our own little picnic date. I pulled the blinds down and had pushed most of the desks out of the way so there was a nice little open space in the center of the room. The space had a picnic blanket and some wine, and assorted fruits, chocolates, cheese, meats, and crackers.

"Bruce." I smiled even wider at how she moaned my name. She put her hand on my bicep, "thi-this is amazing.  Oh my gosh…and it’s so sweet…we-we just left an hour ago…how did you find time to do this and get ready?"

She likes it.

"I was hoping you would like it."

"I've never had anyone do anything for me like this," she gasped, still in awe, "ever. This is beautiful."

"Well can I offer you some wine?"

She shook her head, "I shouldn't...you know I'm too young to drink."

"With how hard you work, I think you deserve it," I chuckled. She blushed, "what, you don't think you do?"

"I jus-"

"Just a glass."

"Okay," she smiled, giving in. I walked her over to the setup with me and we both sat down on the blanket. Pouring a glass of wine, I handed it to her, and then took a glass for myself, "thank you Bruce."

"To us," I offered. She smiled softly and we clinked our glasses. She took a small sip and it seemed like we fell into a nice silence. I laid back on my elbows, "Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y project the cosmic event that is occurring currently."

"Projecting current meteor shower from optimal angle," The AI responded, "should I project to the lab with your current location?"

"Yes," I nodded, "project to Dr. Banners lab on the South corner."

The lab lights darkened and the meteor shower that was going on appeared on the wall. Miracle laid back on her elbows and gasped, "it's beautiful."

"You know," I smiled, "the Lyrids shower doesn't usually occur around this time of the year...it's usually around A-"

"April," she grinned, cutting me off. She looked at me and bit her lip, "it's funny because it usually only averages 20 meteors per hour too. But this year it was averaging 40. It was crazy."

"Yeah," I grinned. She looked back at the event occurring on the far wall and I felt her lean against me. I could smell the apple scented shampoo that she used. Slowly I wrapped an arm around her waist as we watched the meteors together. Right as I felt like an idiot and began to pull away, she reached for my hand and laced our fingers together, "do you know what the comet is that it comes from?"

"G1 Thatcher," she said in awe, "it was discovered in 1861."

"You know your comets," I replied happily, "I'm impressed."

"I always loved looking at the stars when I was little," she said dreamily, "I always thought I'd be an astronaut when I was a kid."

"What stopped that?"

"My older brother was blown up by and IED," she sighed, "they tried to fit him with so much tech he was almost like Cyborg, but his body rejected it and he-he passed after a very vicious battle with his body and the tech not being able to mesh properly...I was 12. After that I guess I just wanted to find a way to integrate people with tech and make it so that they survived."

"The fascination with Sergeant Barnes."

"Yeah," she sighed again, "though, the more I think about it, his body probably didn't reject the arm because it was a lesser injury, and he was a super soldier."

"You shouldn't focus on that."

"I know," she said softly. She began playing with my fingers for a second, and then leaned against me even more, "hey Bruce?"

"Yes."

"Thank you," she said softly. She shifted in my arms, letting go of my hand only to place it on my chest. I felt my heartrate increase as she looked into my eyes, "I've never been on a date like this...it's perfect."

I couldn't speak.

My brain failed as I stared into her beautiful, innocent eyes.  I felt her hand on my cheek, and I closed my eyes, leaning down so that I could kiss her.

"GUYS!" Tony's voice boomed as he entered the room, "Ugh Why is it so dark. F.R.I.D.A.Y turn on the lights in here."

The lights came on and we both looked at Tony as if we were children caught doing something we shouldn't do.

"What is this?" he asked coming over to us as if it were a piece of delicious gossip. He looked around the room, "Wine. Chocolate covered fruit. Meteor shower projections? BANNER!! You sly dog.  Taking up office space on this…and they say I’m the one that causes harassment claims…"

"Excuse me?"

Mira sat up, pushing herself away from me, and I leaned up as well. Tony got a shit eating grin on his face, "Were you two...doing things?"

"It's a date, Stark," I said in a low tone. I could feel Hulk ripping forward. He wanted to break Tony for interrupting the most romantic moment either one of us had felt in a long time, "Miracle and I-"

"Were about to do it!" Tony nodded, "yeah, I see that."

"We-we weren't going to-"

"Oh sweetheart," he laughed, looking at Mira, "I see the puppy eyes you two are making at one another. I've seen many a woman in my time making those very eyes at me. You two were gonna go to pound town in the lab."

Mira hid her face in her hands, clearly embarrassed. I felt my nostrils flare. I could feel Hulk right on the verge, "what is it that you wanted, Tony?"

"I was going to ask nicely for you to unlock the file on Barnes' arm," he smiled, sitting on a chair. He perched himself, looking at Mira and myself while putting his hand under his chin, "I've been looking at the code all night and I think I found the patch."

"You're reading an old copy," Mira said from behind her hands, "I already found the error in the code and fixed it this morning. We only gave you access to the read only of the edits I made yesterday."

"What?"

"Tony, please leave," I said, glaring daggers at him, "we are in the middle of s-"

"Yeah, pound town," he said, shushing me. He looked at Mira, "what do you mean, old edits?"

"Bruce," she whispered, ignoring Tony’s request to discuss the fact that we didn’t give him access to the current edits on Barnes’ arm, "Your skin is turning slightly green. You need to calm down. Please."

"Come on, Banner!"

"Shut up!"

"Bruce, please," I heard her whisper, "focus on breathing."

I tried to focus on her voice but it wasn’t working.  The big guy was angry that our date was interrupted.  It felt like I was slowly being pushed the background.  I swiped at the spread on the blanket and it launched towards Tony. I could feel him on the surface as he roared out a "leave!" to Stark.

"Wow, what got up your purple shorts?"

"I think I should go." Mira said nervously. She went to get up, but I reached for her arm, yanking her back down to the blanket.

"Hulk, let her go," Tony commanded, suddenly serious as he began standing from his chair. He had an angry look in his eyes, "HULK!"

"Bruce. Please...you're hurting my arm." She looked at me in horror. I stared at her for a moment, feeling sad that I could see the fear in her eyes. She was afraid of me. She was afraid of us. I felt him go just below the surface as I let her go.

Shit.

She ran out of the room, without any other words to Tony or myself. I looked to Tony who was shaking his head at me.

"Get out," I growled, feeling him come forward again. I tried to take a few breaths, but it wasn't working. When I opened my eyes, I saw Tony was still sitting on the chair, "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT, STARK!" 

Steve’s POV

She smiled as I pulled her into my arms, and we danced around the living room. I felt myself grinning as she giggled, "Steve, what are you doing?"

"Dancing," I replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She full on started to laugh as I spun her and we both pulled towards one another, "don't you want to dance with me?"

"Oh always," she laughed, wrapping her arms around my neck. I went to spin us both and tripped on one of her sandals.

Even my serum couldn't stop us from falling, but I did catch her, holding her to my chest so that she would land safely on top of me. We looked at one another for a minute from the ground, and I didn't give a damn about her sandal or how it was now annoyingly poking the back of my thigh.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded, just staring into her beautiful eyes, "yeah. You?"

"Yeah,” she nodded.  It felt like my heart rate slowed, and the rest of the world seemed to freeze around us. I wanted to kiss her.  Then she began giggling, pushing herself off of me, "come on Rogers. We can't stay here forever."

God I wanted to.

The elevator dinged and I tuned out everything Kenzie was saying to me.  I didn't give a damn about the crazy, toxic drama with her and Bucky.  I felt my lips curve up into a smile as I saw Mira come out of the elevator alone.

"Mir-

But my greeting was cut off when Kenzie grabbed my face and smashed her lips into mine.

"I'm not tired,' she yawned, from my lap. She'd already wrapped her legs around my waist, and had her arms wrapped around my neck. I felt her tucking her face into my chest, "I'm awake, see, Steve."

"Your eyes aren't even open," I laughed, putting the remote down, "and you haven't been facing the tv for the last half of the movie. I bet you don't even remember what you chose."

"Mars Attacks," she giggled, one hand drifting from my neck so that she could absentmindedly draw shapes on my chest. I chuckled as the sleeves to my sweatshirt kept covering up her hands, "why are you laughing at me."

"That was definitely not a valentine's day movie," I laughed at her. She smiled happily as she nodded, "no it wasn't."

"I said it was a perfect movie to watch on valentine's day," she smiled against me. She'd managed to shift on my lap and bury her face against my neck, "I never said it was a valentine's day movie.  I just wanted to watch a movie where aliens destroyed humanity for once…"

I shivered at the vibration from her giggles against my neck, and how her lips moved against my neck.

"You need to go to bed.  You just told a super hero you wanted to watch the world burn, sweetheart," I laughed. She protested as I picked her up, because she weighed nothing. She locked her legs around my waist and clung to me as I carried her to her room. When I went to place her on her bed, she wouldn't let me go, "What are you doing?"

"Don't go," she whined, deepening her hold on me. I laughed as I hovered over her bed, her holding onto me as if her life depended on it, and not touching her bed at all, "I don't want you to go.  I don’t want the night to end, Steve."

"You have to go to sleep," I laughed, "you work in the morning with Stark. You know how he gets on you when you're late."

"Stay with me!" she pleaded. I sighed and she let go of my neck, letting her upper body fall onto the bed. Looking down, I had to take a deep breath. The angle she'd held was mostly due to her refusing to unlock her legs from around my waist.  But it had her angled in a way that had my mind racing.  Thoughts of me thrusting into her took over any logical thought.  Every fantasy I’d had about having sex with her came to the forefront of my mind.

"Sweetheart, let go." I chuckled, trying to play it off as though I wasn’t getting turned on by the current position, “you have to go to bed!”

"Why?" she whined.

"For one, you are drunk," I chuckled again. Then I looked down at how her and my hips were practically connected. She shivered as I ran my arms along her thighs, "and secondly, if someone were to see this position, they might assume that we're-"

"Fucking?"

I felt my cheeks go red as she giggled. Her hand reached up and she ran her perfectly manicured nails down the center of my chest, between my abs.

"Bunny."

It meant to come out as a warning but came out as a shudder.  She looked at me, and I wanted nothing more than for the both of us to be naked and me staking my claim on her. 

"Stay."

"Fine," I caved, "but you're beneath the covers and I'm above them!"

Her smile was gone when I opened my eyes.

Why the fuck did Kenzie kiss me?

Mira looked so disappointed when our eyes met.

I watched as she left our room and I internally cursed myself for telling her that she should go after Bruce.

But I couldn't risk my sobriety.  I couldn't tell her that I still had feelings for her.  She deserved someone who was good for her.

She deserved the fucking world.

Not an addict who couldn't keep his own life on track. Fuck she had to move in to make sure I stopped drinking.

I couldn't bear to disappoint her again.  She deserved someone like Bruce.

I went to my room and closed the door, locking it. I laid down and took my sweats off. I took a few pumps of lotion from my nightstand. Closing my eyes, I thought of earlier when we were sparring. How she rubbed her ass against me when I had her in a hold. How she wrapped her thighs around me. And how I could practically smell her arousal when I gripped her hips and she had straddled me, pinning me by my shoulders with her knees.

Gripping myself I slid my hand down my shaft, remembering how her lips felt on my jaw just a few minutes ago, and I pictured how she would look with her lips wrapped around me. Giving into the imagery I imagined my hand was her.

"Sorry to interrupt," she whispered, pushing past me, "don't mind me."

I went to turn around, but Kenzie grabbed me by my shirt, "now we're even, Rogers!" 

Chapter 25

Tag List:  @krissy25, @lohnes16, @multifandom-world8, @cjand10

[shegxox]

moments with you series

taking a break from requirements with kenma

kenma x f!reader , pre-med student! reader, scenario, fluff, comfort

cw: some swearing cause c'mon, reader is a pre-med student for heaven's sake. not proofread lol, wrote this on a whim I'm procrastinating

wc: 1, 635

a/n: as a pre-med student myself, I desperately need this. kenma irl where r u *bawling, screaming, banging head on wall* also got this inspiration when I was doing my own schoolwork and I found this godly asmr ambiance video thingy for kenma, kurapixiv is the name of the channel listen to it yourself here , you can listen to it while reading for a more...realistic visualization *cries*

YOUR eyes are burning, your back is aching, and your shoulders desperately need a drill as a masseuse. You've been hunched over your desk for the past three hours working non-stop for your school requirements, answering laboratory reports, lecture assignments, and now, lab exercises. All that for a single subject in your college course: Anatomy and Physiology.

For your laboratory exercise, you are tasked to find a picture of a specimen under a microscope, draw it as realistic as possible, then label the parts.

Let's get this one thing clear. At the start of the semester, you were no artist. You sucked at drawing. Whether it was traditionally or digitally, you never had the practice to draw. But now, in your stupid course, you were forced to learn and practice art.

"This damn course," You mutter to yourself angrily. Trying your best to imitate the histology picture you were using as a reference. "If I knew that I had to do shit like this, I would've just become a fucking art student."

Were you regretting choosing a pre-med course right this moment? Yes. Do you wish to throw your work out the window and burn it? Yes. But do you still want to pass this stupid subject? Yes...

You decided to go through this course, and now you must endure.

You were so immersed in your work that you hadn't noticed your boyfriend enter the room that you both shared.

"Hey, babe." Kenma calls out softly, making you glance up. Your weariness faltered just the tiniest bit at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend.

His hair was thrown in a sloppy bun, wearing his own oversized jacket merch and a pair of shorts. Even with an attire as simple as that, he still makes your heart flutter like a highschool school girl in love.

"Oh hey," You answer in acknowledgment before placing your focus back on your drawing. "Done streaming?"

"Yup." You hear him sigh. "And I got you something."

Kenma pushed aside the books scattered on your desk and placed a mug.

Your nose caught a familiar scent that made you finally pause with what you were doing.

"Hot chocolate?"

"Yeah," Kenma gave you a warm smile. "It's raining outside. I figured you'd want some."

"Raining?" You whipped your head to the side where the window was located, and clear enough, droplets of rain were pattering heavily against the glass. "Ah, I didn't notice..."

Guess you really are that busy to notice something that should've been so obvious.

"How's your drawing?" Kenma asked, peeking at the screen of your iPad where you have been drawing your work.

"Ah, that looks good." Your boyfriend complimented. "It looks so close to your reference."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you let out a tired breath, looking at Kenma desperately. "Is it really?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Or are you just saying that just to-"

Kenma cuts you off with a swift peck on your lips, instantly making your heart pound.

"Yes," Kenma affirmed, patting your head. "You're doing great, bub."

Blood rushed through your cheeks. Kenma looked so proud when he said that. Are you really doing a great job?

"Th-Thank you..." You murmured before shyly turning your eyes down to your work. "And thank you for the hot chocolate, too."

"No problem. Just call me if you need anything, okay?" He gave you a kiss on the side of your head. "I'll be here in bed."

"Okay..."

With that, Kenma walked towards the bed located behind you and laid himself comfortably. Grabbing the Nintendo Switch left on the nightstand.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself. Thank God for online classes.

If classes were face to face, then you wouldn't be able to get this kind of treatment, and if it were face to face, you wouldn't be able to see Kenma. He's probably the reason why you try to push yourself to do your best in your subjects. Whether you fail a quiz or miraculously pass a score, Kenma will always be there to support you, cheer for you, and of course, love you. Sure, he could still do that when universities open for class again but, nothing beats going for a straight hug to Kenma whenever stress was starting to rile you up.

A pre-medical course is clearly not just a simple walk in the park. It's a bloody battlefield out there. A literal new form of hell.

But with Kenma whose always got your back whenever you seem to fall, you feel like you could get through hell just fine.

As you work on your drawings, the sound of Kenma playing Animal Crossing can be faintly heard from the background. Accompanied by the gentle sound of rain outside, the gameplay noises, and the familiar sound of a character walking around gave off such a peaceful and comfortable vibe.

When the room got colder, Kenma graciously threw a hoodie for you from behind— which almost hit the mug that was dangerously close to your iPad and gave you a mini heart attack. You spin your chair to face him with wide eyes only to see him already mirroring your surprised expression.

"Oopsies." Kenma chuckled sheepishly.

"You little prick." You tried to sound mad, but the stretching smile on your lips contrasted your tone. "If that mug fell on my iPad..."

"Then you should've caught it properly then." Kenma remarked smugly.

"Excuse me?" You raised an eyebrow towards him.

"Hey, I was a former setter. This is all on you." He accused with a sly little smirk that he tries to hide behind his Switch.

'Damn, he has a point.' You couldn't help but laugh, defeated.

"Heh, Touché, kitty." Swinging your chair around, you went back to work.

"Love you," Kenma says aloud, and to which you cheesily uttered reply,

"Three Thousand."

After ten minutes, Kenma caught you stretching your arms and back accompanied with a tired yawn.

"You done, bub?" Kenma asked.

"Almost, just one more picture."

Kenma glanced over his Switch and to your weary form in front of him. Your back must be aching like hell right now.

"When's the submission of that?" He casually asked.

"Uhm, a day after tomorrow, I think?" You glanced at the wall of sticky notes in front of you and confirmed. "Yeah, a day after tomorrow."

Kenma hummed, "So does that mean you could still do it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but." You sighed wearily, "I wanna have a free schedule tomorrow so we can have more time together, y'know?"

Kenma would be lying if he said that his heart didn't flutter at your words, but you're tired and needed a break. Your health should always come first.

"Alright." Kenma paused his game and placed the Switch on the bed. He got up and approached you, his hands finding their way to your stiff shoulders before kneading them.

"Oh, God." You groaned in bliss. "That feels good."

"Do the last one tomorrow." Kenma suggested. "Come join me in bed and take a rest."

"But I only have one more left." You reasoned, "I can finish this. Just give me thirty minutes or...something." God, his hands are making magic to your shoulders. It's very tempting to do as he says, considering how worn out you already are.

"Exactly, it's just one. One couldn't possibly take all your time tomorrow, right?" Kenma said, dipping down to place a kiss on top of your head. "And you're tired, bub. I know you want to sleep, especially when the weather is like this, so come to bed with me?"

You know what? He's right. It wouldn't hurt to do just one task tomorrow, and you honestly have more time. It's nice that you want to finish everything today so you wouldn't worry about tomorrow but, it's not healthy to overwork yourself. Knowing Kenma, he always tells you to put your health first, just like what you'd always tell him whenever he works.

"Okay, I'll rest." You gave in. Standing up from your chair and turning to face your beloved boyfriend with a tired smile.

Kenma returned a small smile, "Thank you." He says gently before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Now, let's get to bed."

"Mhm."

Now sitting upright on the bed with your backs leaned against the headboard, you lay your head on Kenma's shoulder as you watch him play on his Switch, the soft music coming from the game and the brightness of the screen was lulling you to sleep. Kenma was careful not to move his arm so much, mindful of your head.

As he continues to play, he would unconsciously press kisses on your head every now and then, pleased and happy with your mere presence sitting right next to him. And when he thought that you'd fallen to sleep, he carefully moved you to a more comfortable position.

"Kenma?" You suddenly murmured just when he was about to pull a blanket over both of you. He winced at your groggy voice, "Sorry, I woke you up."

"It's fine..." You answered sleepily. "Thank you...I love you so much."

Kenma's heart clenched at your words. He brushed away the stray hairs covering your face gently, tucking them behind your ear.

With a fond smile on his lips, he happily answers,

"I love you so much as well."

Quickly finding your way back to sleep, Kenma proceeds to pull the blanket over the two of you. He leaned back to the headboard to continue playing his game, but not before taking a lingering look at your peaceful sleeping face. His eyes darting to every detail and feature.

How could you make his heart skip a beat without even doing anything?

His hand then carefully reached for your head, stroking your hair gently with his thumb.

He can't help himself from smiling.

"Sleep well, bub."