#they haven't even opened the popcorn bag yet!!!!!!!!!

[unfotp]

love how everyday we get a little extra for the mdzs and tgcf fandom

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👻Fujin x Reader: Halloween Special 2024👻

🎃Happy Halloween! Here's some sweet stuff for y'all!🎃 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Wind Lord had been sky running for quite a bit. Looking down, he searches through the area to find the correct neighborhood you resided in.

Everything looks different. It wasn't the first time he came to where all the mortals lived, and everything was just decorated with pumpkins and quite creepy factors.

It's always around this time of year. He wonders why.

Fujin has not seen you in a month, perhaps you can catch him up on this tradition of mortals. All while he does nearly anything with you: Watching a movie, helping you do your chores, cuddling, or if you just wanted to sit down and talk. Anything this man will do for you.

Spotting what's hopefully your house, Fujin flies down to the front door. He presses the doorbell once and waited.

Fujin couldn't help but glance at your lawn. You had carved pumpkins with quite... frightening looks. Also, your bushes had purple twinkling lights.

The front door opened, and there you were. Messy hair and in a robe.

"Fujin!" You smiled widely at the visitor. You step out and go to hug him, which he expects, squeezing you lovingly.

As you pulled back, you two briefly shared a kiss before you let him inside your house.

"I just got finished cleaning around. So we can watch something on TV." You pat his shoulder, walking to the couch with him.

"That would be delightful- what is that?" Fujin stops his steps and point at a prop mini skeleton with an afro wig.

"Oh, that's just Brook. I know you don't get the reference, but the kids will when I put him out there." You moved the skeleton off the couch so you and your boyfriend could sit together.

You used your remote to browse channels. Meanwhile, Fujin remembered what he wanted to ask. "It's the time of year mortals will start decorating their surroundings oddly. With the pumpkins and unsettling displays... Why?"

"Oh, Fujin." You coo. "It's almost Halloween. Every last day of October, at night specifically, kids will dress up as anything and go door to door for candy. But in general, Halloween is horror themed which is why you may see 'unsettling' things around."

"Ah." Fujin nodded once as you explained pretty much everything.

"I stopped trick or treating when I was thirteen since it would've been lame for a teen with no friends going around, asking for candy." You grumbled. "Anyways, want one?" You presented to him your candy bowl.

...

An old horror film was rolling for you two- more so just Fujin because he was the one watching as you were playing with his braid, holding it underneath your nose like you had a mustache.

His hair is fun.

A random question appeared in your mind that made you stop.

𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘍𝘶𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯?

There's a bag you haven't opened yet, maybe you can pour it all into a bowl and have it instead of the classic popcorn.

Fujin didn't even realize you got up, slowly clutching onto a pillow and hugging it as the black and white filtered lady was being covered by the silhouette of her possible killer.

The build up music was making the experience much more creepy for him as he squeezed the pillow tighter.

"Hey, Fujin! Wanna try-"

The god let out a gasp and flinched, looking back at you.

"Oh, sorry." You snickered. Your boyfriend is so dweebish sometimes. How is he real?

"It's okay, dear." He calms down slowly, clearing his throat and picks the pillow off the floor. "What was it you wanted to ask?"

"If you wanted some candy corn." You presented him the bowl. Fujin examines the small triangular bits.

He takes a piece of your offering and his face brightens a little before he takes the bowl gently from you.

You sit with him and watch the movie with him, touching his braid again. "Yeah, they're only good the first few times." You giggle.

"I like them." Fujin shrugs. Just wait until you offer some to him next time.

He sets the bowl aside, you take the chance to lay on him. A hand resting on his strong cheek, you turn back to your TV.

"You're going to come back here on the 31st and help me pass out candy to the children, okay?"

"Hm, if that's what you want." The man smiles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[a1307s]

Kinks #1

(Conner Kent Smut)

[Art is not mine! Credit to kămenOWL ]

Request By: dogma0325

Keys:

Y/N - Your Name

E/C - Eye Color

Word Count: 3,527

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Catcalling

Mild name calling/bickering/cursing

Choking

Hair pulling

Lost virginity (Conner)

Bruising

Grinding

Semi-domination

Mentions of degrading

Spanking

Stroking/Riding

Thigh cum shot

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Conner's POV

     The living room is super noisy this afternoon. Wally and Robin decided to invite Roy Harper for what they called a 'boys night' in. Apparently a 'boys night' is all the boys hanging out without any of the girls on the team around. In a counter action to this, Artemis invited Zatanna over to hangout with Y/N, M'gann and herself for a 'girls night'. I have learned that the only difference between a 'boys night' and a 'girls night' is the genders who are hanging out in what room.

     If I'm honest I would much rather be at the girls' night in Y/N's room than in the living room with the boy teammates - and Roy. The boys are loud and only talk about this thing called 'football'. I was interested in some of the conversation when Roy was talking about fixing his motorcycle. I like machines, they're understandable and unchanging; unlike humans.

     A whistle pulls me out of my thoughts, pulling my attention towards the direction it came in. "You're looking hot, Y/N," Roy - who I assume whistled - says with a smirk and a wink.

     My head snaps upward at the sound of Y/N's name. I'm not sure what I feel about her yet. When she's around it's hard to breathe and my stomach feels upset but when she's talking to Wally or Kaldur touches her back I get angry. I explained these emotions to Canary last week when she was here for our training and she told me it sounded like a 'crush'. After some research and an explanation from Robin apparently a 'crush' is when you have romantic love feeling things for a person. From how he explained it, it's supposed to make me feel good, but it just makes me feel confused and angry.

     "Keep your tongue in your mouth, Harper," Y/N says, a small giggle following her words. Y/N leans over Roy's chair, her chin resting on his red hair and her arms folded under her chest. From what I can see she's wearing one of my shirts along with her tight velvet necklace. Last month Y/N explained to me the tight necklaces she wears are called 'chokers'. Her conversation with Roy makes my nervous boil with anger but seeing her wear my shirt makes my stomach warm up.

     "Hurry up and get out of here! It's boys night," Wally whines, throwing a piece of his popcorn at Y/N. "What are you even doing out here?"

     "The girls wanted a snack and I lost the drawing so I got the great joy of seeing you boys pig out in the common room," She says, letting her feet fall back on the floor before walking over to the kitchen.

     "It's only Wally that is pigging out," Says Kaldur with a sweet smile. The smile makes my anger even more unbearable.

     "Suck my dick, Captain," Y/N mocks with a slupy salute.

     "You don't have one," Roy reminds her as if that's something a girl could forget. Maybe Y/N did forget she doesn't have a penis.

     "And yet my cock is bigger than yours," She snaps back at Roy, opening a cabinet and pulling out two bags of chips. "Maybe if you pulled some of your dick out of your personality you could keep a girlfriend," Y/N finishes before walking out of the living room and back down the hallway. Her comments towards Roy make my stomach even warmer, but this time it starts to tighten in a way I haven't felt before.

     "God it would be so fun to sleep with her," Mumbles Roy, getting a chuckle out of Wally.

     "Gosh not very humble, are we?" Wally asks, making himself chuckle even more. "Honestly Y/N is probably super vanilla."

     "Vanilla? As in the ice cream?" I ask, confusion over taking me. How can Y/N be an ice cream flavor?

     The guys laugh at me before Robin grabs my shoulder. "Big Guy, Vanilla is a term used for someone that isn't kinky in bed. Like you!" He explains, giving me more questions instead of answers.

     "Dude I swear Y/N is a hundred percent into choking," Roy says before taking a drink of his pop.

     "We are aware. Her chokers are a dead give away," Kaldur adds on before going back to his book.

     "I know she's into hair pulling," Robin says, catching the attention of Roy.

     "What makes you say that?"

     "I accidentally pulled her hair the other day and instead of saying 'ow' or being pissed off she said 'hey'," The youngest boy explains.

     "I'm still confused," I say as my confusion starts quickly turning into anger.

      "Ask one of the girls to explain it later," Wally says before going back to talk to Roy about Artemis's 'kinks'.

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     A little after ten everyone left the mountain for the night. Well everyone that doesn't live here anyway, which leaves Kaldur, M'gann, Y/N, and me.

     The question from earlier still eats at my brain and after talking to M'gann it's come to my attention that Y/N is my only hope for an explanation. So, here I am, standing outside her door. My stomach is upset again and my lungs feel like the air is being forced out of them. Is my question really important enough to disturb Y/N?

     Before I can make up my mind her door comes swinging open. "You know, your heart beat is really loud right now and is making it hard to sleep," She tells me, but it's hard for me to focus on her words. She's standing in her doorway with nothing but my T-shirt from earlier on. The warm and tight feeling comes back from earlier.

     "What?" I ask, completely forgetting to register her words.

     Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes at me before repeating herself. "I said your heart beat is too loud right outside my door so I can't fall asleep, so what do you want?"

     My mind struggles to make sense of Y/N's words as I look at her. She has to have shorts on or something under my shirt, right? Right?! "Because of your super-senses?" I manage to push out as I focus on the ended hem of my shirt. It rests gently against her thighs. If there's even a gentle breeze it'll move and expose everything. That's very pervy of me to think, isn't it?

     "Good conclusion captain obvious," Y/N says, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her boobs to plump up on top of her arms. I'm definitely a pervert. "What do you want, Sups? I'm tired and want to go to bed."

     "Can I ask you some questions? The boys were talking about some stuff today and I don't really know what they mean," I ask, tugging my eyes away from her chest and nervously scratching the back of my head.

     "Sure," Y/N says, turning around and heading back into her room but keeping the door open for me to follow. "Close the door when you walk in," She says, plopping down on her bed. Y/N lays down on her gray bedding. Her knees are bent up, causing my shirt to pool as high up her thigh as possible without showing anything. Her arm is over her eyes and her hair is fanned out in all directions across her pillows.

     I walk in and softly swing the door closed. The click of the door closing and the view of Y/N causes that pressure in my groin to grow more. "What were the boys talking about?" She asks, not moving her arm from her eyes.

     "Umm..." I mumble, walking over to her bed and folding myself in a seated position at the foot of it. "I think they called them 'kinks'," I finish, willing myself not to reach out and touch Y/N's knees.

     "What?" Y/N's question comes out sharp as she sits up. She folds her legs under her in a criss-cross sitting position. Her underwear pokes out from under my shirt, exposing the red color of it. I quickly snap my eyes away from that area and decide to focus on her E/C eyes. "Do you not know what a kink is? Is that your question?" She asks, reaching her hands out to hold my shoulders. Her eyes are tense as they focus on my face.

     "No I do not," I say, taking a quick glance down at her chest before snapping my eyes to the wall parallel with us. "Roy and Robin said you have a choking and hair pulling kink. That sounds like it would hurt".

     Y/N's cheeks go red at my words and she quickly moves her hands off my shoulders. "They're not wrong," She mumbles, fussing with her hair like she usually does when she's flustered. "I mean, it does like hurt but like... it's a good hurt, I guess? I don't know how to explain it..." Y/N slides off into thought after she tries to explain it to me.

     The thought of wrapping my hand around her throat takes over my thoughts, I want to know how she'll react. I want to know what she means by a 'good hurt'. Before I can stop myself I reach out and gently wrap my hand around her throat. "Wh...What are... what are you doing?" Y/N questions, her cheeks getting redder and her pupils widen some.

     "I wanted to see what you meant by 'good hurt'," I answer, carefully watching how she reacts.

     Y/N wiggles around, moving herself into a kneeling position in front of me. Her hands reach up to mine, filling my head with worry. What if I'm not doing it right? What if I upset Y/N? "You're doing it wrong," She says, moving my fingers to a certain spot on the side of her neck and gently pushing my palm up and off her windpipe. "You're supposed to gently squeeze the veins next to my neck. If you push down on my windpipe you'll break it. For someone like you I strongly suggest being extra careful," She says, looking up into my eyes again when she's done moving my hand into the right spot.

     "Can... Can I squeeze?" I ask, glancing down at my hand before looking back up at her. She nods yes, biting the bottom of her lip. "I want to hear you say yes."

      "Yes," She says, gently leaning into my hand. I gently squeeze, afraid of hurting her, "You can squeeze harder," Y/N says, her voice soft and her eyes half lidded. I obey, squeezing slightly more. "Perfect," She says, her voice coming out husky.

     "Is this a kink?" I ask, my eyes raking down her body. Gently I place my hand on her thigh so my fingers barely touching the hem of my shirt on her body.

     "Mhm," Y/N hums, her eyes completely closed now. "A kink is something someone likes to happen to them in bed. My kinks are choking - obviously. I also like getting spanked, my hair pulled, and being degraded. Sometimes I dabble in being a submissive too," She explains, scooting herself closer to me. "Can I sit in your lap?" She asks quietly, opening her eyes to look at me.

      "Umm... sure," I say, reluctantly letting go of her throat. Y/N gently climbs into my lap, wrapping her legs around my torso and softly resting her arms over my shoulders. Her area feels warm pushing up against my jeans. "Can you teach me how to pull hair?" I ask slowly, waiting to see how she responds.

     "Sure!" Y/N chirps out, her pupils growing even bigger. "So you're going to want to take a good chunk of my hair in your hand. You can take all of it if you want," She explains, and I obey, taking her hair in my hand and making a sort of ponytail out of it. "Next you're going to want to pull it back until I'm looking up at the ceiling. Don't pull super hard though or you'll actually hurt me."

     I listen to Y/N again, using the same amount of strength as I did on her throat. A strange sound comes out of Y/N as her head leans back from me pulling on her hair. "Am I hurting you?" I ask, losing my grip on her.

     "N... no..." She murmurs, blanking her eyes a few times before leaning her head back again. "You're just... turning me on..." She says, focusing on the ceiling. "Can you pull my hair again?"

      I pull her hair back again, focusing on the skin on her neck. It's slightly bruised from where I had my hand before. "What does that mean? 'Turning you on'?" I ask, trying to ignore the hard feeling forming in my pants.

     "Umm... being turned on... it ahh... it's the feeling where you want to have sex. I'm not sure how it is for guys but when us girls get turned on it's... it's like this pressure around our stomach, I guess? When girls get turned on they start,.. Like... leaking? That's not the right word..." She mumbles, rotating her hips to move forward. The feeling sends chilling waves through me. "When girls get turned on we... we form these like... juices? I don't know. Our pussies just get super wet. When guys get turned on though their dicks get a rush of blood and that's how boners are formed."

     "I think I'm forming a boner," I mumble, slowly leaning down to Y/N's neck. Every nerve in me wants to kiss the skin on her neck. It's just so smooth and beautiful that I can't help myself. "Is that wrong?" I am worried that I'm crossing some imaginary line I'm not aware of.

     "No... no it's... it's not," Y/N mumbles, tapping on my arm. In response I let go of her hair. Y/N's head flips up and she looks at me, her eyes burning into mine. "I really want to fuck you right now, Conner." She tells me, making the boner in my pants grow even more.

     "As in like... wanting me to put my... in... in your?" I ask, awkwardly resting my hands on her shoulders.

     "Ya, but we don't have too! We don't have to do anything you don't want!" Y/N yelps, starting to push herself off of me.

     "No! I... I want to... to do the... the sex..." I mumble, pulling her back into my lap. "How's... how's it going to feel?"

     "First, never call it 'doing the sex' again. It's just 'having sex'. Second, Roy explained it as a like warm and tight feeling."

     The mention of Roy makes my anger bubble and before I can stop myself I have my hand back into Y/N's hair and her head snapped back up. "Roy isn't here so I don't know why you need to say his name. Is he here? Are you sitting on his lap? Do you ask him to fuck you?"

     Y/N's woman hood beats under me like her heart has fallen from her chest. "Fuck Conner," She mumbles, rolling her hips aginst mine again. "N... no he's not here right now."

     "I'm sorry," I mumble, finally giving in and letting myself kiss her neck. "How do we...?" I ask, releasing her hair.

     "Don't apologize, I like when guys say stuff like that," Y/N says, crawling off my lap. She positions herself on all fours in front of me with her ass sticking high in the air towards me and her weight leaning on her forearms. "Can you... um... spank me?" She asks, slowly moving her hips so her butt shakes in front of me.

     "Umm... sure... if you explain how to do that," I say, my eyes following her butt as it moves and my penis straining against my pants.

     "Just smack my ass. Just be aware of how much power you're using, I don't want to get badly hurt," Y/N answers back, turning her head to look back at me.

     I roll her words over in my head as I gently rest my hands on her waist. "Just smack it?" I ask, getting a humming yes from the girl exposed in front of me. "Okay," I mumble, settling her hips in place before taking a hand off of her. I draw back my hand before swinging it forward and connecting it with Y/N's behind. A soft mew spills out of her as she hangs her head. "Like that?" I ask, rubbing the redding spot.

     "Ya," Y/N breathes out as her legs start to shake. I take that as a good sign, drawing my hand back a few more times and connecting it back into the same spot. With every smack her noises get louder. By the sixth time Y/N's voice is shaky. "Please Conner," She whines, rubbing her thighs together.

     "Please what?" I ask, rubbing the tender skin. Y/N wasn't lying when she said women leak. Sticky clear liquid coats her thighs. Curiosity gets the better of me, causing me to stick my hand on her thigh and coat my hand in the watery substance.

     "Please fuck me," She whimpers, moving her hips back and rubbing her butt aginst my penis.

     "I don't... I don't know how to do that," I say, rubbing the liquid between my fingers. "Can you show me?"

     "Ya," She says, turning around and pushing me back into a seated position. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Y/N asks, starting to undo my pants.

     "Yes, I'm sure," I answer, watching her movements carefully.

     Y/N wastes no time undoing my pants. Her hand presses against my boxers when she finally manages to undo my bottoms. The touch is small but still manages to shoot sparks through my body. I clench my jaw, holding back noises as she gently pulls out my cock. It stands up on its own but that doesn't stop Y/N from running her hand up and down on it. "I'm going to sit on it," She says, letting go of me and wiggling her way out of her underwear.

     "Isn't that going to hurt?" I ask, focusing on the ceiling to avoid looking at her womanhood.

     "No it won't. There's this... hole? That your dick goes into so like I'm not sitting-sitting on your dick. I'll just be sitting on your lap... with you.. In me..." She explains, glancing to the side before she rests her hand on my face.

     Gently, Y/N pulls my face down so I'm looking at her. She's so close to me that our noses are rubbing. "I'm going to kiss you," She says, rubbing her thumb on my cheek.

     "Okay."

     She takes her time to lean up and close the gap between us. When her lips touch mine they're soft and puffy against my own. The feeling of us kissing is a nice break from the heat and tension in the room. After a minute or two Y/N pulls away from me, dropping her hands from my face to my shoulders. "I'm going to put you in me now," Y/N mumbles, lifting herself and hovering herself over my dick.

     Slowly, Y/N settles herself on my lap. The feeling in her is exactly as she explained. It's nice and warm. Her insides wrap tightly around me which I take as a good thing because Y/N lets out a little gasp. "You're... you're so big," She mumbles, gripping tight on my shoulders.

     "Is that a bad thing?" I ask, settling my hands on her lower back.

     "Fuck no," She whispers into my ear, slowly lifting herself up before plopping back down on me. She goes slow a few more times before picking up her pace. "Fuck," She whines, sliding her hands up to my hair and gripping on to the strands. "You... you should... Um... buck your hips."

     I obey her wish, lifting my hips up as she falls back down. "God damn it!" She yells, tugging on my hair. I repeat the actions a few times, feeling Y/N's insides tighten around me, causing the tension in my groin to grow and making my dick quiver in her. "Y/N?" I ask when the feeling becomes overwhelming. "My... my dick... it feels-"

     "Like it's going to explode?" She asks, kissing the side of my neck. "When that feeling gets really really tense tell me to get off because you can't finish in me," Y/N says, bouncing on my lap some more.

     "You... you should get off... like now," I say, gently pushing her away. Just as Y/N slides off of me a white liquid comes spilling out. Unable to stop myself I let out a low growl and dig my hands into her side.

     Once the tension is all done spilling out I look down at Y/N. She stretched out on the bed with her knees still folded at my thighs. Her chest rises and falls fast as her heart beats faster than usual. Her hair is a mess and her thighs are coated with the juices from the both of us. "That was fun," She says, looking up at me with sparkles in her eyes.

     "Y... ya..." I say back, leaning down and gently brushing a kiss to her lips.

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[mxstellatayte]

Can u do carlos w/ actions 1,5,11? thank u so much ^^

im just gonna do actions 1 and 5 because i'm touch starved (and also sick so energy is LOWWWW at the moment). hope you like it <3

movie nights are a very common occurrence in your relationship with carlos. ever since he found out that your favorite way to spend time with someone you love is by just laying on the couch under a pile of blankets with a bowl of popcorn and a good movie, it's how you've spent almost every saturday night before a race. there's something about being so close to you that, no matter how bad your jet lag is and what time zone your body is in, the two of you are able to fall asleep extremely easily.

"amor?" you hear, followed by the hotel room closing and shoes being kicked off, shoved somewhere out of the way.

"hey, carlos," you smile, closing your laptop and leaning forwards. he kisses you quickly before flopping down onto the bed next to you, face down in the plush duvet. "hard qualy day?"

"yeah. i'm exhausted." you gently rub at his back, and he moans happily.

"you wanna watch a movie?"

"that sounds amazing. i'm gonna shower real quick, so do you wanna choose tonight?"

"sure," you say, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. after the water starts running, you grab the tv remote and pull the duvet off of the bed, making yourself comfortable on the couch. there aren't many options in terms of movies, but you find one of your favorites: the italian job. once it's ready to play, you throw a bag of microwavable popcorn into the "cancer box," as your mother likes to call it, eagerly awaiting the time where you get a human weighted blanket and can press play on the movie. soon enough, the shower is turned off and the door opens.

"what did you find?" carlos wipes at his hair with a towel, another hanging around his hips, and you have to keep a complete and absolute death grip on your self-control to not commit sins right then and there.

"the italian job. it's one of my favorites. i'm honestly surprised we haven't watched it yet." carlos changes into joggers and a t-shirt, then immediately lays down on top of you, immediately bringing you a sense of calm.

"in that case, let's begin." you smile, grabbing the remote as carlos pulls the duvet over the two of you, and you smile as a familiar intro begins to play. maps and arrows appear on screen, and your left hand comes up to play with carlos' damp hair. he sighs happily, sinking further into you, and not even half an hour later, you've both fallen asleep, the movie long forgotten in favor of resting before the race.

[candlecoveisland]

Episode 2: The Stranger on the Roof

Welcome once again to CandleCove Island. I decided against adding more characters this time because Milo, Horace, and Skin-Taker haven't really met anyone yet, and I wanted to give them time to acclimate to their new environment. But I'm glad I didn't because I have the feeling a particular friendship wouldn't have formed if I did....

FRIENDSHIP

Poppy made friends with Horace.

Percy made friends with Skin-Taker.

Skin-Taker made friends with Horace.

Skin-Taker made friends with Janice.

Percy and Poppy had a minor fight (about what, I don't know), but they worked it out.

Skin-Taker made friends with Poppy, and not only that, but 2 minutes after they met, they became best friends.

Let's see how long this lasts.

FOOD

Janice and Horace had some very specific cravings that day.

I couldn't actually give them those foods because the food store just opened and it only has about 20 items in stock total, so instead I gave Janice popcorn (which she didn't like) and Horace octopus (which he did like).

Speaking of being picky...

CLOTHING

Wh... "jewel dress"??

Buddy. This is THE most expensive clothing item in the game. Who do you think I am? (He didn't even ask nicely, geez!)

I did give him a different dress, but he wasn't quite satisfied with it.

Maybe he wanted to show off to other pirates how much jewels and treasure he has? I don't know.

Janice, Horace, and Skin-Taker also asked for clothes, and I figured I'd give Poppy and Milo something as well so they wouldn't have to keep wearing the default clothes.

EVERYTHING ELSE

Milo asked for an interior, so I got him one.

I don't think it suits him that well (it looks way too clean and stylish), but the interior store didn't have a lot of selection.

Also, I unfortunately can't change Horace's and Skin-Taker's hellish checkerboard interiors because I haven't made that much money in this game yet. Milo's interior alone cost me half my savings.

I gave Skin-Taker this thing called a "rent-a-cat coupon," so now a cat will come visit him sometimes.

I also gave Milo a punching bag so he could have a healthy outlet for his violent tendencies.

Also, I don't have video evidence of this, but please believe me when I say Milo farted LOUDLY, MULTIPLE TIMES while I was scrolling through the apartments. He disgusts me.

I gave Horace and Skin-Taker catchphrases.

Everyone wanted to take baths that day for some reason? And asking me to give them bath sets?

Probably because of Milo's farty ass stinking up the apartment building and making everyone want to wash the smell off themselves...

Janice tried to sell me some octopus.

Milo had a strange experience that day...

...

...Well, that wraps up episode 2! Next episode, I'm throwing Calvery, Dr. Heartfelt, Ms. Laughingstock, Sunny, Hoody Hans, and ManBearPig into the fray! I'll post bonus footage as its own separate post because I think I'm at Tumblr's photo limit. See you next time!

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"OMI OMI!" Atsumu smiled as he jumped into his boyfriend arms, hugging the life out of him. Sakusa let's out a small smile as glady pick up Atsumu and kissed him on the lips.

It's been a week or so since Atsumu visit his boyfriend and they both had miss each other dearly even if it's only been a week.

"What movie do you think we should watch tonight?" Sakusa asked since last time during their movie night Sakusa was the one who picked a movie.

Atsumu thought for a second before a smile came on his face. "Let's watch the new Mario movie!! I haven't got to watch it yet!"

Sakusa chuckles and kisses Atsumu on his forehead.

"Sure baby." Sakusa placed Atsumu down as he went into the kitchen to pop some popcorn as Atsumu skipped to Sakusa's bedroom.

5 minutes later, Sakusa took the bag of popcorn out of the bag and poured it into a bowl and made this way to the bedroom.

Sakusa opened the door to see Atsumu laying on the bed shirtless with his boxers on.

"Cmon Omi! I found the movie!!" Atsumu said.

Sakusa got in the bed beside Atsumu and put the bowl of popcorn in the middle of them, he knew Atsumu was excited to watch the movie since last time he wasn't able to.

*5 HOURS LATER*

The movie been ended awhile ago, the bowl of popcorn was almost finished, it was night time and Atsumu was cuddling up against his boyfriend.

Sakusa was also asleep but he woke up when he felt something against his knee.

Sakusa looked down to see the fake blonde bulge grinding against his knee while still sleeping. Atsumu unknowingly was making small whimpering which of course turned Sakusa on. Sakusa couldn't help but grab onto his boyfriend's hips and allow him to grind on him letting out small groans.

"Mhmmm..." Sakusa let's out his hands still gripping onto his boyfriend's hips.

Suddenly Atsumu began to wake up, his eyes agitating to the darkness of the room. His eyes widen once he realized what he was doing.

Atsumu immediately tried to pull him away but because how strong Sakusa was it honestly was hopeless.

"It's okay baby, calm down." Sakusa whispered

Atsumu let's out a low moan followed along with a whimper and gave in as he continues grinding against Sakusa's knee, gripping Sakusa biceps.

"That's it, keep going my love. Your doing great~" Sakusa praised and that praise encourage Atsumu.

Sakusa could feel Atsumu legs shaking, his eyes starting to fill up with small tears from embarrassment and pleasure at the same time.

"O-Omi...Omi! I'm close!" Atsumu moans out.

Sakusa smirks "then go ahead a cum princess."

Atsumu let's out another whine before cumming in his boxer, small tears now coming out of his eyes, drool on the side of his mouth.

Sakusa wipes the drool with his finger.

"Your gonna be good for me right tsumu?"

Atsumu nodded as Sakusa flipped the blonde over to his back. Sakusa spread his legs and pulled down him cum stained box and threw them off the bed.

Sakusa began running his hands on Atsumu thighs which were very sensitive, causing Atsumu to let out a whimper.

Sakusa leaned down and began to leave bite marks and hickeys all over his thigh. Atsumu eyes started tearing up once again as he placed one of his hand's in Sakusa hair, rubbing his curls.

Sakusa pulled away from the blonde's thighs.

"Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me."

"I-I want you s-so bad Omi!! Want you to...to fill me up p-please!" Atsumu begged.

Sakusa put 3 of his fingers in front of Atsumu mouth. Without hesitation Atsumu took all three into his mouth and began sucking on them, coating them with saliva.

Sakusa pulled his fingers out and places on finger into his boyfriend's ass.

"Add another one please Omi!" Atsumu whined

Sakusa smirked and glady placed another finger inside of him, scissoring him against his g-spot. Sakusa adds his third finger until Atsumu places a hand on Sakusa's shirt.

"Omi please! I need you now." Atsumu begs.

"Fine." Sakusa pulled his fingers out before getting undressed revealing his 8 inch, till this day, Atsumu doesn't know how all of that could possibly fit into him.

"W-wanna ride you omi" Atsumu whispers loud enough for his boyfriend to hear.

Sakusa sits down before giving Atsumu the signal to sit on his lap. Atsumu sat in Sakusa's lap with his hole hovering over Sakusa's dick.

"Are you sure about this Tsumu? You still look tired baby..." Sakusa questions.

"I-I'll be fine. Now please put it in."

Sakusa grabs onto Atsumu hips as Atsumu begins to lower himself on Sakusa's cock letting out small moans as he does so.

"Keep going baby, your doing great, Cmon." Sakusa breathes out. Atsumu legs started to shake once again so Sakusa decided to help him out.

Sakusa begins to lower Atsumu down into his cock.

"Fuck...fuck! Omi!" Tears begin to spill out of Atsumu eyes "why are you...s-so big?!"

At this point Atsumu felt like he was fading as he was still tired, he was gripping onto Sakusa's shoulder that will most definitely leave a mark.

Atsumu looks down to his stomach to see Sakusa dick print in his stomach.

"You see that Atsumu? That's my masterpiece right there." Sakusa grins tracing Atsumu stomach where is dick was.

"Is...is that it?"

"Baby I'm not even 4 inches into you."

Atsumu eyes widen when he looks down to realize Sakusa wasn't even half way in. "Fuck... please hurry!! I-I wanna feel all of you."

"Of course princess" Sakusa unexpectedly pulls Atsumu down by his hips, basically shoving the rest of his dick into Atsumu hole causing Atsumu to let out a choked moan.

"Do you feel that baby?" Sakusa smirks as he traces his dick print once again through Atsumu lower stomach. Sakusa started moving. Atsumu's hips back-and-forth to give them both some pleasure.

Atsumu moaned as he began riding Sakusa, it's been a couple weeks since they had sex so both Sakusa and Atsumu were craving each other.

"You're doing such a good job. You're doing so good for me, taking me so well. Such a good boy aren't you~?" Sakusa praises as he started licking Atsumu's tears off of his cheek.

"FUCK! Y-yes!! I'm...I-I'm your good boy" Atsumu moans.

"I'm close Tsumu..."

"M-me too~"

Atsumu let's out a choke sob/moan as he came all over his and Sakusa's stomach but Sakusa was still going.

"Omi-"

"Shh baby, just let daddy cum inside of your pretty ass." Sakusa whispers moving Atsumu's hips faster.

Atsumu blushes and moans as he feels Sakusa releasing into his hole. Sakusa lays Atsumu on his back with his dick still inside as Atsumu feels Sakusa starting to thrust inside of him again.

"Aaah! W-wait Omi Kun! I just c-came" Atsumu could barely let out words because of the pleasure Sakusa was giving to him. Atsumu gripped the sheets, wrapping his legs around his boyfriend.

"F-fuck I'm about to cum again Omi!!"

"Then cum."

Just with those two words, Atsumu has came once again and so did Sakusa, filling up Atsumu once again. Sakusa pulled out and picked Atsumu to go take a bath.

WORD COUNT: 1298

[mairablue]

Hello! 😊 I saw you're accepting requests and I was wondering if you could write something with Scorpio and the mc watching a movie of murder mystery genre. I'm not pressuring you of course! 🌷

Also, I saw you wanted tips as well and all I have to say is.... Write whatever your heart tells you to. Writing is an expression. It's love, spirit and everything alike put down into words. Also, just because someone has a different writing style than yours, doesn't make it better than yours. All people have their own style in writing and all are beautiful and meaningful.🙃 And if you think you haven't found your own style yet, just keep writing about anything you want and soon enough you'll be where you want to be. (Also, sometimes we might not like something we're writing, because we're focusing at one piece at a time, but if we push through the doubts and finish it, once we reread it, we see how good it actually is, because we see the meaning of each word and we see it complete.)

SCM - Department of Punishment

Scorpio ♏ - Movie Night

Synopsis: A movie date ( sort of ) with Scorpio.

A/N : Thank you for requesting . I have tried my best, hopefully you like it. 🙂

You were sitting on your bed, writing a diary entry. You had a few assignments to complete, and here you were wasting your time.

You sighed and went to your study table, opened your notebook and started thinking. You definitely needed help and a bit of rest.

" Why am i so tired, all the time ? I need to complete it as soon as possible. But i want to sleep." you sighed, and closed your notebook. " I will write it tomorrow. " you thought.

There was a knock on the window. You opened it and saw Scorpio. He smiled at you. He was wearing casual clothes and had a small bag in his hand.

" How are you ? " he asked. " I am fine. " you said. " You look tired. " he replied . You smiled ruefully and said " Well i could say the same for you, Mr. Scorpio. " you both chuckled at that.

" What's in that bag ? " you asked. " I brought a DVD and you're favorite chocolates 🍫. I thought we could watch a movie tonight. " he said. " DVD ? Where did you get it?" " Karno gave it to me. Well he said the story is good, so I thought we could watch it. If you want to? " he replied bashfully.

You two sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and chocolate. The movie had subtitles. The story revolved around a man who was recently transferred to a remote village in the middle of a tropical rain forest. " What language are they speaking? It is beautiful. " Scorpio asked looking mesmerized at the tv screen. " I haven't heard this language before, but it indeed sounds beautiful. " you said.

The movie opened with some children reading story books and one of them goes on to read about a ghost, who is known to kidnap and kill children. The story goes on to show a kid being kidnapped by an eerie figure.

The story goes on the introduce the villagers and tells a bit more about its characters, finally introducing the main character, accompanied by his daughter, who has arrived to investigate further about the mysterious murders and kidnappings.

You were getting a bit scared but Scorpio was looking at the tv screen with undivided attention. Being mesmerized by the countryside landscape of this foreign land. It was indeed beautiful. Even though you have never been to a place like that, but you were nonetheless pleased to have been introduced to such beautiful place.

The story moved forward to some gruesome scenes, showing the muder of a villager. Few minutes later it introduced two new characters, a girl who has returned to her village for summer vacation and a boy who has just returned from London, after living there for the past ten years.

They both met the main character in the forest, when they thought someone was chasing them. They were in a relationship having met a year back in college. Everything seemed normal at first. The boy was from that village and surprisingly he had runaway from home as a 14 year old. Some believe he had been living in London. Here he was, back to his village; his mother couldn't stop crying when she heard he has returned.

Everyone was happy in the family. His father is the headman of the village and that girl, he is with is his father's friend's daughter. Everything seemed perfect. But the main character had his doubts about this boy.

" This is getting interesting. " smiled Scorpio. " I think the main character is judging too quickly " you said, and perhaps you were right. It was too early to link this new guy to the muders, after all, everyone seems to kinda recognize him as the runaway boy from their village, he and that boy had the same name and he even knew a lot of childhood incidents from his life ; some of which were only known by him, his mother and his cousin brother.

The main character was looking through criminal records when a villager approached him. The villager said he knew some important details of the runaway boy 's family and relatives. The villager was no ordinary man ; he was the principal of the village school and provided the main character with some information about this runaway boy.

" This seems too easy." you said, Scorpio nodded in agreement. " But i don't think the principal is a genuinely good person," " What? Why not ? ". " I think he wants to trick the main character into believing something, which is far from the truth. " Scorpio said.

The movie was slowly approaching its climax. With the main character being informed about a girl and her brother being kidnapped. When he reached there; a secluded part of the forest where the girl and her brother were being held captive, on a old almost destroyed castle like structure. There was a big water well beside the structure. The whole arrangement seemed like ritual setup.

There were two men wearing black clothes and mask. The main character got severely injured and woke up tied beside the girl. One of the man was holding her brother on the ground and the other one had a sword in his hand ; ready to behead the boy.

Somehow the girl managed to loosen the rope tied around the main character's hands, freeing him. In the end it was revealed that those two men were the school principal and the runaway boy, and they were cousins. The principal brought his distant cousin from another city to take revenge on the runaway boy's family .

The runaway boy was killed by both of them 10 years ago when he tried to inform the police about them. And were the ones who abducted and killed those missing children and villagers. Their victim's bodies ended up in that water well near the structure, and they spread the rumors of the eerie figures and ghosts by paying the wood cutters and frequent travelers.

The movie ended with the main character rescuing that girl and her brother by killing those men, and telling the respective families the incident. The runaway boy's mother still believed her son will come back one day; as the village headman asked the main character to not inform her( his wife) of their son's death.

" I liked the movie. Did you like it? " Scorpio asked. " Yeah. It wasn't too scary. I feel bad for the mother." you replied.

" Do you want to cuddle ?" You were taken aback. This was Scorpio, after all. He was asking for cuddles. " Scorpio, are you alright? You have been acting strange." you asked " You were stressed and i haven't seen you in days. So i thought we spend some time together and relax. Just the two of us." he said.

He was smiling at you; the most gentle smile he has ever shown anyone. He carried you to your bed and gently placed you on the bed. He sat beside you and stroked your hair until, you fell asleep.

A/N : My friend recently watched a movie and told me the story. This movie i wrote about is loosely based on that. I hope you like this story.

[anonymous1038]

Tri-Perfect-A

@ila-appreciationweek

(little fic to go along with for day 1)

If you told Violet Rendanza that she would be living in an apartment in Westchester, making a living on protecting the Power, and getting ready for a movie night with two kindred spirits five years ago, she would slap you across the face and call you delusional.

Now, she can't believe that it actually happened. That she would be able to simultaneously live a good life while being a protector of a beautiful phenomenon that came from another world.

She loved it. Despite everything that happened, she doesn't regret a moment of the past, because it brought so many memories and friends to her.

"Got the popcorn ready!" Violet calls out from the kitchen, bringing two bowls of popcorn to the coffee table where several other snacks lie, alongside some drinks and glasses.

"Sweet, tell me it's butter popcorn, I love that stuff." Harper smiles, already digging through an open bag of chips.

"It is." Violet nods, turning to the third person sitting on the couch. "Not sure if you can properly chew on the popcorn, so you're gonna have to pace yourself." She gives a glare. "Don't think I forgot last time."

"Violet, I'll be fine." Jasper chuckles, waving his hand dismissively. "It's not like I lost my teeth or anything."

"I know, and one of the reasons I'm telling you this is because I worry over you. And also your friends told me to not let you be a tiger pouncing on a gazelle when snacking."

"...who told you that?"

Violet shrugs. "Dunno. Point is, non ghost or not, no overdoing it."

"I get it, I get it." Jasper rolls his eyes, taking a glass of soda into his hands, relishing in the coolness it brought out. "So what movie we're watching? I know I missed about four years of those so..."

Harper gives Jasper a sympathetic but understanding look. Violet knows he feels the same way, being trapped in that void world and all. "Well there's this new one called Fuss in Hoots: The Last Dish that came out sometime ago. And it's a really good movie. Seriously, Imogen and Tom have been talking nonstop about it since it came out."

"Then I guess that's what we're watching. Haven't seen it myself yet, so it'll be fresh for everyone." Violet grabs the remote and goes over to Webflix and finds the movie they're looking for almost immediately. "Huh, it's at the top...and recommended to me. Cool."

She picks that movie, and the movie night has officially begun.

There was no other sounds other than the sounds of snacks being taken, drinks being drunken and the movie taking place on the screen. Occasionally they speak to one another regarding the movie.

"Those two characters have some serious chemistry, don't you think?" Harper comments, stuffing some popcorn into his mouth.

"You sure? They could just be rivals." Jasper looks at him conspicuously.

"I have a lot of dating experience. 'Course I'm sure."

"Harpy's got a point. They got the hots for each other." Violet smirks.

"Harpy?" Harper looks confused at the nickname.

"Come on, haven't you ever been called by a nickname before?"

"Yeah? But not that."

"Do you like it?" Jasper asks.

Harper smiles. "Hell yeah. Now let's continue watching the movie."

The movie soon ends, and most of the snacks were gone by then. Violet turns the lights on once everything is over and done with and goes back to the boys.

"So do you guys like it?"

"Well I can see why Tom's so talkative about this movie now." Harper smiles.

"I like it...but that scene near the end hit too close to home." Jasper winced, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh...right." Violet looks away awkwardly. "Shit, probably shouldn't have chosen that one."

"No, it's fine." Jasper manages a smile. "I think the fact I reacted like that makes it even better."

"Really? You know you don't have to pretend. Especially around me." Violet ruffles his hair fondly. Harper laughs at the sight, it reminds him of when Elliot was young and had been brought into the family.

"Come on, I'm serious." Jasper swats her hand away, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"Whatever you say. Now let's get this cleaned up."

•~•

The sounds of cooking were heard from the kitchen, accompanied by low humming as the sun came through the window to bring light into the apartment.

Harper yawns as he walked in, disheveled blonde hair falling on his shoulders.

"Whatcha cooking?" He asks, going to brew some coffee to rid himself of the sleepiness.

"Scrambled eggs and bacon for us, and some cream stew and rice for Jasper, 'cause that he still has problems chewing since the whole ghostified thing." Violet answers, her lavender hair already in its usual style. She seems to be adjusting well to her eyepatch judging from her movements.

"Maybe we could share the scrambled eggs with him? It's not that hard to chew."

"Last time we tried Noah whacked you with the spatula upside the head. Plus he almost choked on them."

"...fair enough." Harper nods, pouring the coffee into a mug and taking a sip. "Chocolate milk for him today?"

"Sure thing." Violet places their breakfast onto separate plates, turning off the stove and pouring the cream stew into a bowl besides a plate of rice.

Footsteps patter against the carpeted floor from the outside. The two of them turns to see another head of lavender hair pop in through the doorway. One hand against the wall to support himself.

"Oh, good morning Jasper." Harper waves as he takes his plate and Jasper's plate to the table in the dining room, offering a grin.

"Morning." Jasper rubs his eyes, stumbling slightly into the dining room and taking a seat, Harper setting the plate and bowl down.

"How'd you sleep?" Violet asks, placing a glass of chocolate milk on the table before going to sit down herself.

"Okay, all things considered." Jasper said. "Only had one nightmare..."

The room's atmosphere changed slightly. Harper and Violet know exactly what he's talking about, both of them still having them even after months.

"Wanna talk about it?" Harper asked, brotherly instincts developing inside.

"No, not yet." Jasper shook his head. "Sorry to be a downer."

"Nothing's wrong with admitting what's wrong." Violet reassures. "If you wanna talk, you can talk. If you don't, then you don't have to. Simple as that."

Jasper smiles gratefully. "Thanks. But let's enjoy breakfast. Wonder if I can taste anything in this. It smells amazing."

Violet and Harper share a laugh and dig into their own breakfast.

This life was exactly what all three of them wanted.

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

american: either the sweetest, laziest animals ever who will only stop napping for food or the weirdest creature you've ever met. 95% of the time they are just chilling and being cute and the other 5% of the time they're starting shit over some very miniscule problem. its everything to them though so you'd better listen. you remove the hidey hole at the same time every week to wash it?? they haven't had an issue for this for months but today they're gonna be pissed at you for no good reason. now they're back to napping.

abyssinian: so so sweet and playful they are full of life and joy. they could not care what is happening as long as they're being fed enough (preferably more than enough). will popcorn at random times to show that they have a zest for life. super good with baby guinea pigs because they can keep up with them however adult guinea pigs can find them overwhelming.

peruvian: the clingiest piggies in the world when they're outside of their enclosure. inside of the enclosure they act like they're the boss and they run everything but the second you take them out they need to be cuddled up with you or the other piggies. they will not admit they like anyone else ever. surprisingly extremely calm and chill for grooming as long as they're trained properly which is rare bc even mosy well trained guinea pigs of other breeds get upset when it's time for grooming.

silkie: they're here for whatever is happening. they're more here for it if it involves their favorite treats. the most dramatic beggars ever, they can and will convince you they haven't had dinner 3 times in one night. when all the other pigs are out playing or arguing, silkies can be found napping in the corner and chewing on something they shouldn't chew on. they will wake up so so fast when they hear the bag rustle noise and the fridge open. they actively decided to not give a fuck about what's going on around them

coronet: they are better than you and they know it. they will see a normal guinea pig behavior, think "i could do that but better" and they will do it in the most dramatic way possible. they can tell when you're watching them and they want you to watch them more. not necessarily good herd leaders bc they firmly believe their way is the only right way and they have never heard of the word compromise. most likely to get into the most dramatic yet most short lived arguments with other piggies.

sheba: such pleasant and happy animals most of the time. they're usually good at making other piggies happy and pleasant. they look a little ridiculous and they know it for sure and they also do not care. everything is food to them. of course most pigs will nibble nibble on things that are not food however shebas will not stop and they are convinced that if it fits in their mouth it must be food. they find immense joy in exploring and more joy in going back home bc those 10 minutes of activity were tiring.

skinny: they have major anger issues and drama problems for reasons unknown to literally everyone including them. they will create a scene out of the most mundane events ever and they will huff and puff when they dont get their way. will worm their way into your heart by cuddling up with you and then will proceed to get mad at you for something. you have arms?? how dare you!!! they eat everything like its about to sprout legs and run away from them. its pretty easy to give them medicine as long as you go quickly enough that they never realize its not good.

baldwin: they are way too bald and too tired for this. they want to be curled up somewhere and napping and chewing on some hay and thats basically it. genuinely so good for the oiling and other maintenance that all bald pigs require probably because it feels super good to be moisturized. they love being warm and cozy and they will seek out this feeling no matter what. if they weren't lazy potatoes they'd go across the world just for a comfy nap.

english crested: way too trusting for a prey animal. they have eyes and they do not use them for their intended purpose. guinea pigs don't have the best eyesight yet they can usually see enough to deem what is a threat or not. these pigs do not do that whatsoever. they could meet a person and within 5 minutes that person is their giant hidey hole. its not that they have no fear they just have no clue what to fear. they love food like any other guinea pig yet when you feed them its like they have never seen food before

american crested: they have absolutely no idea whats going on ever and if they did it would overload them. they are in a perpetual state of confusion and hunger and even when other pigs try to help they just don't get it. once in a while they are overwhelmed with the feeling of other emotions, in which case they will quickly express these emotions, and then immediately return to their confused blank stare. they find other pigs to be fascinating as if they have forgotten they are also guinea pigs

not every breed is included because some are very rare and I have no experience with them

im in a guinea pig mood, even more so than usual, so would anyone like my analysis of different guinea pig breeds and their temperaments?? its kinda like how cat colors have their own tempermants associated with them where they arent necessarily bred to act this way they just do.

[crestfallenyh]

22:46PM—.

"can't you two leave it alone already?" the annoyed huff coming from the opposite end of the sofa made you perk up, eyebrows raised in surprise and eyes wide open as your hands held tightly a pair of bigger ones.

yeosang alternatively gazed between you and yunho, who was hugging your form from behind as it was the most comfortable position for both of you to access the snacks on your lap, frowning slightly when your best friend sent you a look of confusion. the slightly younger man sighed and got up, wincing in pain at his sore joints from sitting in the same spot for hours straight. "you know, if you're gonna act as if i didn't even exist despite being you the ones who invited me, the least you could do is get a comfier couch"

"where are you going? the movie night's not over yet," if there was something in the world capable of making you feel oh, so stupid for daring to ask a question, was the type of glaring your friend shoot in your direction. "look, we're not even halfway through! they haven't even found who the culprit is!"

behind you yunho let out a giggle, and even yeosang smiled a bit, knowing how important it was for you to solve the mystery on the tv before the actors in the actual movie. it was often like that. every friday night yunho and you would host a movie night where anyone from your group of friends could tag along and enjoy one of these weirdly interesting movies you found on your netflix homepage. although most of the times it was only you and your best friend, sometimes a few other people would join but they would end up complaining because either you or the tall puppy-like male would accidentally spoil half of the show, or would end up unintentionally making the other person feel like a third wheel with the way you and him would joke around. this was one of these times.

not even twenty minutes into the second movie, yunho had pinched the side of your waist in an attempt to get your attention (and some popcorn, too), but you had gotten back at him with playful fingers and heartfelt laughs. you did felt kind of guilty, because while yeosang was only trying to relax and pay his full attention to the screen, your whispering and giggling ended up irritating him a bit.

"i'm going home, you lovebirds," he shook his head when you made an attempt to speak as he took away the bag of chips you were sharing with yunho before with a sly smile, "it was getting late anyways"

and so you watched him leave, falling into a fit of laughter as soon as the door closed because once again, yunho's fingers found their way to your waist.

"we're so mean," he groaned, "we practically kicked him out"

"we?," you let out a yawn, shifting your body from your original position with your head on his chest so now you were almost facing him, one hand on the side of his head for support, "if you weren't so ticklish we wouldn't be in this situation"

"i am the ticklish one?" yunho smirked and you silently cursed in your head, knowing you had gotten yourself in trouble. you tried to get up in a hurry before his hands made you regret what you just said but it was late, he was faster than you and his long arms around your figure weren't of any help.

in the blink of an eye your sides were being attacked and your tummy and throat hurt from laughing so much. at some point though, you managed to turn around and straddle his legs with your knees in an attempt to immobilize him, making him fall on his back with a loud chuckle. you were struggling because his movements were indeed fast —one moment tickling your ribs and stomach, the other pinching your thighs and arms— and there wasn't enough space in your tiny couch, but you caught his wrists in your hands and before any of you could process it, you had pressed said wrists against the sofa, earning a surprised whimper out of him.

suddenly the living room fell silent, both of you in a staring contest in spite of his flushed cheeks and the short distance between your faces. you were curious. was that what you thought it was? or was he just surprised at your sudden antics? his flustered state was enough of an answer, and something inside of you lit up at the thought of being able to evoke such reactions from him.

you and him had been friends for longer than you could recall, he was an important part in all your deepest, oldest memories, but even then, you had never been in such a compromising situation. it was true that at some point the limits of your friendship had blurred and melted into something neither of you could (or wanted to) explain, but this time it felt different. it felt different because for the first time, even if it was an accident, he wasn't avoiding your gaze. instead his eyes appeared bright and sincere, yet slightly clouded with something else.

you contemplated each and every lingering thought in your head for a moment, and ended up giving in. you leaned over, scanning his face for any sign of discomfort before experimentally sliding your fingers in his and holding his hands on top of his head with force. you hummed as his eyelids dropped and his lips parted slightly, licking your own bottom lip and smirking when his pupils followed the trace of your tongue. the knot on your stomach tightened when he squirmed under you, trying to touch you but not actually intending to scape from your grasp as his strength was considerably higher than yours and he could've just freed himself if he wanted to.

"i didn't know you liked being held like this, pupp"

the nickname made his eyelashes flutter, and his next words came out a little hoarse, a little airy. "it's because you never tried"

you nodded and felt tempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck. the air was electrified, you could feel sparkles sprout there where your skin made contact with his flushed red one, and although you wanted to kiss him so badly, you still wanted to play him around a little more.

your lips finally met his jawline, drinking in the soft mix of whimpering and groaning in a voice that was like dripping, warm honey. you then kissed his cheek, purposefully avoiding his lips and going for the other side as an impatient sound made its way to your ears.

"what is it? do you want me to kiss you?"

yunho nodded and tried to chase your lips when you hovered over him, only to be left waiting once again. a genuine giggle escaped your lips when his hips tried to meet yours, his desperation and neediness for your touch evident in the way he was biting his lip.

"uh-huh. pup, you need to be good if you want me to give you what we both want," your voice was seductive, almost an octave softer. you cocked an eyebrow when he groaned again. "should i just leave you here, then?"

yunho looked at you and you almost gasped. in his eyes that were gentle and sweet ninety nine percent of the time, there was a dangerous gleam, a suddenly dominant sparkle that warned you not to play with fire. before you could mutter one last word, he had freed himself from your weaker restraints and had flipped your positions on the couch. his hips found yours almost immediately, making you moan at the feeling of his bulge against your clothed pelvis.

"say that again?"

the weight of his body over yours was suffocating in such a sweet, poisonous manner, the smell of his cologne almost intoxicating and you wondered how did you ended up like this, trapped between him and the greyish fabric of the sofa. one of his hands sneaked up past your upper body and neck to hold your jaw, his deep brown eyes piercing into your soul before leaning over and finally kissing you with so much passion, you felt you could drown in him. his hips grinded down on yours mid-kiss and you met him with enthusiasm, being rewarded with a growl. his thumb caressed your plump bottom lip, making you forget of all thoughts. nothing else in your mind, only his proximity.

"i don't think we're leaving anytime soon, are we doll?"

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13ish. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 53 - The Stakeout

[ Felix ]

My plan is working out so perfectly, I honestly can't believe it! I didn't slip up once about Felix and Suzie's secret stakeout, not even when Dad asked me if we had any plans for tonight.

"Uhm, no, maybe we'll watch Frozen II again, you know… in our pajamas and stuff…" My innocent act is so convincing, Dad doesn't suspect a thing.

Hee hee, I'm so clever! I always break out in giggles whenever I imagine the surprise on Dad's face when he sees us at the movie's, even though I haven't decided yet if we're going to stay hidden or reveal ourselves. Guess we'll just see how it goes and wing it.

I make a big show out of searching for my bunny I just can't sleep without and who I find stuffed into a corner underneath my bed ('How did you get in there?') and packing up my things, including the DVD I'm pretending we're going to watch, snickering to myself at my deception skills.

Dad drops me off at Suzie's house well before we're supposed to leave, which gives us enough time to hole up in her room that is refreshingly un-girly, to talk over our plan one final time.

"Remember, no dawdling, we need to get to the movie's early, did you tell your mom that?" Suzie nods enthusiastically, she's a really great partner to have!

"Yup. I've told her about a thousand times, she's getting so annoyed at me whenever I bring it up. Did you confirm that we do have the right movie theater? It would be such a shame if we went to the wrong one!"

"Mh-hm, check! I asked my dad about his plans today, like I don't even care that much about them. It's so funny that I know all about it, like when and with whom he's going but he still keeps it a secret, as if I wasn't smart enough to figure some stuff out on my own!"

"Good, good. Oooh I'm so excited, Felix!"

"Me tooo! I can't wait until it's time to leave!" We jump around on her bed with glee, to burn off some of our nervous energy until we're tuckered out on the bed, still holding our stomachs with laughter.

And then, oh boy I'm so nervous, it's time to leave for the movies. Suzie and I tumble over ourselves to get in the car and her mom gives us a mildly exasperated look from the front seat, asking "Everybody ready?"

Heck yeah, I was born ready, bring it on!

"Would you like to get some popcorn guys?" I can barely hear Suzie's mom's question, too busy scanning the crowd for a familiar with an unfamiliar face.

"Uh huh!," I answer absent-mindedly, my heart jumping when I see someone I think is my dad, but who turns out to only have the same haircut. The suspense is killing me!

"Where are they?" My voice is an urgent whisper only Suzie's supposed to hear but she just shrugs, looking over the crowd herself with eagle eyes.

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[ DS ]

Waiting all dressed up for a night at the movie's, I'm waiting on the stairs to my bedroom, checking my watch every five second's because I'm so anxious, I forget the time the second I look away from the watch. Mulder's late for our date, which is quite unusual for him and I'm this close to freaking myself out into thinking he's going to stand me up tonight.

Which is crazy, he's confirmed it so many times in the last three days, the rational side of my brain states matter-of-factly, while the little part of me that's been stood up and/or ghosted plenty of times in the past is currently anxiously breathing into a paper bag. Scared half to death that this is the other shoe about to drop, no-one could be this perfect. Could they?

Saved from further falling down that particular rabbit hole of self-doubt by the literal doorbell, I'm across the front hall in a relieved dash, opening the door to reveal my very handsome date, grinning sheepishly over a bouquet of daisies.

"Sorry I'm late, you can't imagine how hard it is to get a hold of daisies in January!" He steps into the doorway and into my personal space to slip his free hand to the small of my back to pull me closer, lean down and press a gentle kiss to my smiling lips. "Hi!"

It's simple and sweet, but it doesn't fail to tingle in all the right places and a few wrong ones, for standing in the doorway at least. It takes a few breathless moments to drag back my mind from going down the path of Just drag him upstairs, movie be damned.

"Hi! Thank you, how did you know daisies are my favorite flowers?" The hand has not left it's spot on my back, now it's tracing maddeningly slow circles over the silky material of my dress as his lips turn upwards into a self-satisfied smirk. Maybe he picked up on the tiny flush on my cheeks or the imperceptible hitch of my breath when the thought of how much I'd like to discover how his hand would feel underneath all the silk. Heaven help me, I don't think I'll survive sitting next to him at the movies, smelling so heavenly and looking so delicious in his casual grey shirt and jeans.

"I used my impeccable deducting skills as a profiler, handkerchief and the name you picked out at Starbuck's and all that… so I took a wild guess. You should maybe put these in some water." Even if his arm wasn't wrapped around my waist with no intention of letting go anytime soon, I wouldn't trust my wobbly legs to take me to the kitchen without falling.

Dimly aware that we're cutting it kind of close to get to the movies on time, I can't resist the temptation of running my hands up the soft cotton on his chest and around his neck, toying with the hair on the back of his neck that I know will make his breath hitch.

"You're probably right… " Another hitched breath when I press my nose into his neck, pretending not to breathe in his aftershave too obviously. "But you look too handsome to let go just now." His bashful chuckle and an indiscernible mumble I think is supposed to be "Oh stop, you…" makes me smile into his freshly shaved, smooth neck.

"Guys. If you're going to make out in the doorway all night, can you at least close the door? It's getting cold in here!" The icy glare I shoot over my shoulder at Holly, leaned against the archway into the living room, arms crossed and smirk on her face, doesn't faze her one bit. "Besides, didn't you want to see a movie?"

Regretfully, the hand on my back leaves its spot the second she started to speak and I already miss its warmth, even though I'm sure it'll find its way back to that spot sometime later tonight anyway.

"I'll …uh.. put these in some water."

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[ FM ]

I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to survive sitting next to Scully in that dress for almost two hours without a misdemeanor for public indecency, my heart still so elated from her calling me handsome. I'm glad I kept that embarrassed giggle to myself, guys don't get complimented even half as often as they'd like and most of the time it's in answer to telling a woman she's beautiful, with a 'You don't look so bad yourself.' Which doesn't even feel half as good as a genuine compliment.

In my daze after our close encounter at the door, I somehow manage to remember on our way to the kitchen that I haven't told her how absolutely amazing she looks in her dress yet. A gross oversight I correct immediately, earning myself an embarrassed giggle and the flash of a bright smile from Scully.

Daisies placed in a glass vase and decorating the girls's kitchen table from now on, we're finally off to the movies, just a tad later than planned. The whole car ride, my hand clutching the steering wheel itches to place itself on the exposed skin just above her knee, if I wasn't so sure not to run a red light or two with that kind of distraction.

————

[ Felix ]

I stare at the big clock in the foyer of the movie theater in horror, watching the minute hand inch forward bit by bit, growing more antsy with every passing minute. It's already 6:20pm and I'm actually so antsy, I've already stuffed half of my popcorn bag into my mouth and drank a good part of my soda.

"What if they're not coming?" Suzie whispers to me anxiously for the thousandth time tonight, only adding to my own worries.

Then, after almost an eternity, my heart leaps into my throat beating so hard I can actually feel its erratic beating in my neck, I spot Dad's head over the crowd of people waiting for the movie to start. He's wearing the biggest grin I've ever seen on his face, but even when I crane my neck and shift left and right, I can't see who he's talking to. Darn it, why do I have to be so short?

Time stops for me and the racing heartbeat in my throat when the crowd parts just enough for me to see and what I see makes me wish I never came to this stupid movie theater in the first place.

With a painful twisting of my stomach, a thousand times worse than when Simon kicked me in there at recess one time, I discover that the person he's got his arm wrapped around, leaning down to whisper something in her ear that makes her laugh, is no other than Miss Scully. My Miss Scully!

The other people's laughter, the crunch of their popcorn, the rustling of the tickets in their hands, the teenage-boy yelling behind the counter - "Do you want butter on that popcorn?" - are far too loud in my ears as the world as I know it shatters into a million pieces right before my eyes.

No, no, no, this is not happening! This is not my dad, pulling my Miss Scully into a kiss with a hand on her cheek, ruining what I thought would be just a fun story to tell in the future, how I cleverly found out the identity of a stranger.

Frozen to the spot, I stare at them in open-mouthed shock, hands clenched tightly around both popcorn and cup, holding my breath in hope of waking up from this nightmare. I count to ten slowly, expecting to open my eyes any second to find myself back in my room, in the safety of my warm bed, my world in which my dad would never lie to me still intact.

Christmas. Since Christmas, all they did was lie to me, sneaking around behind my back, probably snickering at my attempts to uncover the secret identity of Squirrel, who was under my nose all along, stupid baby Felix was just too blind to see it.

“Felix!” Suzie squeals out next to me, jumping back from the splashes of my soda cup and the few kernels of popcorn I didn't even realize I've let go of. The sound of my name turns Dad’s head sharply, searching the crowd until our eyes lock across the crowded room, shocking me back into action.

Trampling over my scattered, soda soaked popcorn, weaving my way past the laughing people, past Dad who I see out of the corner of my eye is pushing his way through the crowds himself, past the coat-check and out the double doors onto the busy street.

A huge, ugly ball of emotions is burning a hole in my stomach and my chest is painfully tight, the stiff January breeze freezing the hot tears on my cheeks in seconds

I’ve already made up my mind on my way out, the only clear thought I’m able to make in my confusion. I'm running away.

From the two people I thought I could trust, but who've lied to me for weeks, to the only safe place I can think of. Grandma's house. It can't be that far to run to, I think, but I might have to stop and ask a stranger for directions to New Haven. “Hi, I’m Felix and I’m lost, can you help me please?”

Over the sounds of the bustling of a city full of strangers that have no idea why a little boy without a coat is tearing down the sidewalk, I can hear Dad's hot on my heels, calling out my name over and over, yelling for me to please stop.

Ignoring his pleas in a blind panic, I run as fast as my little legs will go, if I can only get across that street, onto the square, I can disappear into the crowd and never go back.

Just when I think I've almost made it, two familiar arms around my waist scoop me up from the sidewalk, effectively stopping all my plans to start a new life with Grandma. No! Let me go! I need to get to Grandma's house!

Kicking and screaming stuck in the worst tantrum of my life, the people passing by glance our way uncomfortably, I claw at his arms to break free from the death grip he keeps around my waist. The will to fight leaves my body with each kick and every scream until I've tired myself out enough for Dad to set me back down onto the sidewalk.

Trembling and freezing cold, I let Dad turn me around to surrender into the only safe space I’ve known my entire life. Sobbing all the hurt, the fear, the betrayal and the confusion into the shoulder of his shirt that smells like our laundry detergent, his familia Dad-smell, safety and home.

His hands stroking my back and my hair are so familiar, I instinctively wrap my arms around him too, clinging to him like a baby Koala bear. "I'm sorry, Felix. I'm so sorry.," he apologizes into my hair over and over again, he sounds so genuinely upset, I slowly, very slowly, start to believe him.

After having my world turned upside down and then turned right side up again in just a few minutes, I'm suddenly so very tired and also really, really cold without my coat to keep me warm.

"I want to go home, Dad." I admit quietly into his shoulder, casting a glance at the group of people standing a little off to the side with anxious faces, the most anxious and guilty of all is Miss Scully, arms wrapped around herself shivering so hard in the cold, I feel really bad for her for a moment. No! I'm the victim here, silly little Felix who's always kept out of the loop of anything important. Did they ever stop to think about me, at all?

“Okay, come on, I’ll take you home baby!” I’m too weak to give my usual protests of being called ‘baby’, hiding my blotchy face from the outside world in his neck as Dad picks me up effortlessly and carries me back inside to retrieve our coats.

The others follow without a word, unsure of what to do with themselves right now. Suzie and her mom excuse themselves shortly after shrugging on their coats, clearly uncomfortable by the sudden turn of events, and head back home.

Still dazed and confused, I let Dad place me onto my car seat and buckle me in, something he hadn't had to do in years, ever since I figured out how to do it all by myself.

I glance over his shoulder to the movie theater entrance to spot Miss Scully still standing there, alone, looking just as sad and lost and small as I feel right now, which gives me a little guilty pang to the stomach. Because deep down, even if I’m mad and sad at the same time for what they did, I hate seeing that look on her face. After all, I’ve made it my mission a long time ago to make her smile as often as possible, with jokes and stories and fun facts - and a good agent never abandons his mission, I know that from Dad!

She turns to leave as well, where to I have no idea, because she clearly came here with Dad and is definitely not dressed warm enough for a walk back to our town. I don't want her to go home by herself all sad and I really don't want her to freeze to death, either!

In a split second, I've made up my mind, swallow around the lump in my throat and tap my dad's arm to get his attention.

"Hey… Dad? We can’t let her walk home by herself! Can you ask her to come, too?" Unnecessarily, I point to who I mean with her, even though I'm pretty sure Dad knows exactly who I mean.

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[ FM ]

This night started out as a dream come true and somewhere along the way, it derailed into an absolute nightmare. The guilt about Felix finding out about our relationship like this sits like a boulder in the pit of my stomach, his reaction almost broke my heart in two. And now, even in all his inner turmoil, he doesn't want Scully to leave on her own, which makes the guilt even worse.

"Scully, wait!," I call out to her, jogging over to where she stops, a surprised look on her face. This all went so horribly wrong in all ways possible and I have no idea what to say, except to relay Felix's request nestled in-between a tumble of apologetic words.

"I'm so sorry, for all of this, I had no idea Felix was going to be here and I'm sorry you had to see his reaction and the scene we've caused and now he wants you to come home with us too and I completely understand if you don't want to because this is all so much and-" I'm rambling because I'm afraid that the second I stop talking, she'll tell me I must be crazy, she didn't sign up to deal with the emotional outbursts of a seven-year old - I've been on the receiving end of many a 'Thanks, but no thanks, I'd date you if you didn't come with a son in tow'. And then, with a reassuring squeeze of my hand and two simple letters, I'm once again proven wrong in my predictions.

"Okay."

————

[ Felix ]

The car ride back to our house is one of the most uncomfortable ones I've ever had, we're all too lost in our own thoughts, processing. I think I've never heard silence quite this loud.

My mind is going a mile a minute, a million questions popping into my head all at the same time that I'm not quite ready to ask yet. I feel like I've been thrust into the deep end of the pool, without water wings or floaties, my two worlds colliding so hard, it makes my head spin.

Part of me is still stuck on being angry about them lying to me, part of me is awfully scared that everything will change from here on out, but during the silent car-ride, a small voice creeps into my head that innocently asks if I ever thought about this maybe turning out to be a good thing. I need to make a pro and con list, to make up my mind once and for all. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Not tonight, though, tonight all I can do is shuffle droopy-eyed and yawning widely on the short walk into our house and all I can think of is tugging my dad upstairs to brush my teeth and tuck me into my waiting bed.

Half-way up the stairs, I realize with a start that I've forgotten to do something, something very important that makes me turn back around even though I can practically hear my bed calling out my name.

Wrapping my arms tightly around the very special person still standing in our front hall in her coat and heels, who hugs me back after a brief moment of surprise.

"Goodnight, Miss Scully!"

[coldmilkcreamery]

lux in tenebris

~ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ~

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung jaehyun x male reader 🌹🥀

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4182

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: set in the 1960’s, your relationship with Jaehyun blooms as you navigate a time when homosexuality is unacceptable.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: hinted homophobia (but never shown)

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: because valentines is jaehyun’s birthday !! hbd to my first bias <3 this story is so so fluffy, which is so unusual for me because i’m an angsty writer 🥴 also, i thought of this story while listening to ‘put your head on my shoulder’ !! every time i would write a part, i would listen to it <3 this is the longest story i’ve written, surpassing memories (which is also a jaehyun one btw, i think this unintentionally proves my dedication to him) !! i hope u guys like this because i’ve worked the hardest on this 🥺 happy valentines everyone ! <3

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

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(some time in the 1960s~)

-

Everybody thought they were friends. The class-skipping, the after-school hangouts, the dinners at Anka’s Diner—everybody thought they were friends. And truly, they were.

But is that really all they were?

-

“So…” Jaehyun asks as they walk down the halls of Neo High, “Anyone approach for Valentine’s yet? I bet you’ve gotten more than three people to ask you out by now.”

Y/N chuckles, lightly shoving Jaehyun as the latter chuckles as well. “Man, stop it. No one asked me out. And who are you to say that? Star athlete, 6 pack abs, Jaehyun of the Neos, I'd say… 6 girls?”

“7, actually.” They both giggle as Jaehyun continues, “But… I shot all of them down.”

They both near Y/N’s locker, Jaehyun leaning on the ones beside as the former opens his and gets some books out. “Why? 7 girls… neat.”

“I have my eyes on someone else.” Jaehyun says, looking up, blushing at the ceiling, glad that Y/N’s locker door is obstructing the latter’s view of his face.

“Lucky girl.” Y/N says, nonchalantly as he closes the door to his locker. “She’ll say yes, don’t worry.”

“Sure hope they do. So… I'm guessing you're still on the make? You know, looking for a date?” Jaehyun says curiously, unknowingly hoping for a certain answer.

“I told you no one asked me out. And honestly, I’m fine with that. It's a Saturday on the 14th—maybe I should just stay home and listen to the radio.”

“Aww. That's fine little man.” Jaehyun says as they begin their trek towards their classes. “Maybe you could go out with me…” His voice softens, not wanting to alert those around them, “If you can't find anyone.”

Y/N chortles, smacking Jaehyun on the shoulder once again, “Kinda gay ain't it?”

“Nothing wrong with it.”

“You think the people around us’ll say the same?”

Jaehyun hums in acknowledgement as he fixes his tie, replying, “Okay then. Well, see ya’ later alligator.”

Y/N smiles as he sends the boy a wink, entering his classroom as the latter walks to his.

-

They both knew it. It was mutual knowledge. But unspoken. It was unspoken knowledge. The sly touches, the flirting—they both knew it.

But neither have made a real move yet.

-

“If you had one thing you could do right now, without being interrupted—without any distractions,” Jaehyun says, lying down on Y/N’s bed, throwing a baseball up in the air as he asks, “what would it be?”

“Hm.” Y/N ponders, pausing the movement of his pencil over the créme sheet of paper, placing it down. “Maybe…” he looks out the window, observing the orange to black ombré, “Moongazing. I just love the moon. The stars too.”

“You always talk about the moon.” Jaehyun stops throwing the white ball knitted with red fabric, catching it on one hand as he sits up. “What’s so bewitching about it anyway?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N continues writing, the graphite marking the pages as it produces the only sound in the room apart from their voices. “It’s… calming. Not to mention, the twinkling stars look pretty too.”

“Twinkle twinkle little star…” Jaehyun sings softly as Y/N chuckles, throwing a pillow at the former.

“If you don’t believe me—”

“I do. I’ll take you for your word.” Jaehyun replies almost instantly. “I always do.”

“Neat. Now flake off. The sun is setting. You live three streets away, and I don't want you walking in the dark alone.” Y/N gets up from his seat at the window, turning to face Jaehyun.

“Walk me home then.” Jaehyun replies, a smirk on his face.

“That would mean I would be the one walking home alone in the dark, you dork.”

“Alright, alright.” Jaehyun replies, getting up from Y/N’s bed to give him a long, warm hug. Their bodies separate as Jaehyun blows Y/N a kiss, walking out the bedroom door, getting a snort in return.

The marmalade sun hides itself on the horizon as Y/N looks out the window, waving to Jaehyun as the latter walks out their front yard, beginning his journey home.

Oh God, was he falling.

-

It was getting increasingly difficult to resist. The sneaky flirts, the clever comebacks—it was getting increasingly difficult to resist.

And maybe he should stop doing so.

-

“Baby~” Jaehyun sneaks up on Y/N, whispering the words as the latter stiffens in surprise before smacking him lightly in the face.

“Dude. You gotta stop saying shit like that.” The boy sitting on his assigned chair replies, looking up at Jaehyun who is now seated on his desk. “Why are you here anyways? Don’t you have class soon?”

“You do.” Jaehyun replies, pointing at Y/N before pointing at himself, “I don’t. My first subject isn’t ‘till 9.”

“Hm.” Y/N mumbles as he looks back down on the sheet of paper with two unanswered math problems waiting to be solved. “Well, I forgot to complete this last night because I was too pre-occupied with English, and there’s five minutes left ‘till my class starts so I really gotta finish this.”

“Maybe you don’t.” Jaehyun replies, a plan already devising itself in his mind. “Do you maybe wanna… go to the park?”

Y/N looks up, a smirk forming on his face as he observes the same smirk on Jaehyun’s. They hold a stare for about five seconds before Y/N shoves the gray sheet of paper into his backpack, not caring if it was getting crumpled. In laughing fits, both boys run out the hall and eventually out the school too. Slowing down from their marathon-like sprint, they don't notice that they have their fingers interlocked. Y/N realizing this, he quickly untangles them as he straightens his uniform, Jaehyun unconsciously bummed out.

“Well,” Y/N says, looking up at Jaehyun who was already staring at him, “lead the way, my good sir.”

Jaehyun bows as he jokes, “Why of course, Milady. I’ll have you back in school by 9, just in time for your second subject.”

Both giggle as they skip to the grassy park, unknowingly spending the whole day out of school.

-

Maybe it was something in the air. Something they inhaled, passing their airways as it made its way to their heart, freeing them from their icy restraints. Maybe it was something in the air—or maybe something in the grass. But it made them both come out of their shells.

What took that damned O₂ so long to enter their lungs?

-

“Oh shit.” Y/N realizes halfway through fawning about a low-graphic, black and white but new cartoon that had just come out. He looks down on his right wrist as he scoffs. “You said you’d get me back in school by 9.” He says, annoyed, looking up at Jaehyun, “It’s 9:05”.

Jaehyun chuckles innocently, planting his palm on the back of your shoulder. “Well… if people see us here in the park when we’re supposed to be in class… we’ll get detention for skipping.” He says, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, totally didn't know that, Jae.” Y/N says, facetiously.

“Well… we could go to the movies? Or the fair…” Jaehyun brings his lips closer to Y/N ears as he whispers convincingly, “Or both.”

The flustered pulls away, hands pushing Jaehyun towards the opposite direction. “Fine. But I didn't bring my wallet today.”

“What do you want me to do about that?” Jaehyun replies, a look of sarcasm cascading his face. Y/N rolls his eyes before staring straight into Jaehyun’s, cracking his knuckles. Before he could get a word out, Jaehyun already surrenders. “Okay, okay! Calm down dude.” He chuckles. “But on one condition.”

“I’m listening.” Y/N replies, crossing his legs.

“Be my Valentine. For tomorrow.”

“W-”

“Dude, you don't have a valentine, I don't have a valentine—”

“Because you turned them all down!”

“Okay fair enough.” Jaehyun admits, “But it's not like I can ask them out again, it would be too humiliating for big ole’ Jae, wouldn't it?” He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out as he stares into Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N contemplates, sighing after a minute as he replies, “Fine.”

Jaehyun jumps in glee as he cheers, acting like a kid whose parents agreed to buy them ice cream.

“Just take me to the movies already.” Y/N sighs yet again, scratching his head as the taller calms down, bowing facetiously.

“Of course, Milady.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

-

The popcorn was exceptional. Splendid indeed. The pop of flavor just made everything fall into place. The popcorn was exceptional—maybe that’s why Jaehyun held the bag so cautiously.

And soon enough, that won’t be the only thing he’ll be holding—and eating, too.

-

“Mmmh.” Jaehyun moans as he sips his pop, taking a handful of popcorn right after.

“Dude, stop! We haven't even gotten in the theater yet and you're already devouring everything.” Y/N whines, upset. “By the time the movie starts, we’ll have nothing!”

“Chill,” Jaehyun replies, taking one last sip from his straw before he smiles at Y/N, “we can just buy another one.”

“You’re just wasting money.” Y/N groans, not wanting Jaehyun to spend any more.

“Okay, okay.” He replies, sealing his popcorn as they wait to be let in the theater.

-

Was it the popcorn in the theater? Something that gave Jaehyun the courage. Because Jaehyun had not been this bold 6 months ago. Was it the popcorn in the theater—or was it the soda pop?

It didn't matter. What he was going to do with his newly-found virtue did.

-

In the darkness, the mono-colored movie played as the bag of popcorn was set in between the boys.

“Remind me why we decided to watch a romance movie again?” Y/N brings his lips closer to Jaehyun’s ears as he whispers, not wanting to disturb the rest.

“People say it’s a good movie.”

“They both die.”

Jaehyun peels his eyes away from the screen to stare at Y/N, a look of disbelief washing over his face. “You just spoiled the movie for me.”

“Everybody knows the story of Romeo and Juliet.” Y/N replies, rolling his eyes.

“Well, I don’t.” Jaehyun whispers, looking back at the projected movie, correcting himself, “Didn’t. I guess I do now.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know though.” Y/N remarks, grabbing popcorn from their shared bucket, staring at the movie playing.

“Now I do, and…” Jaehyun looks at Y/N once again, his cheeks burning as he braves and says, “I guess it’s a good thing we’ll both be Romeos tomorrow.”

Y/N lightly chuckles, trying to ignore what Jaehyun had just said, keeping his eyes glued to the movie.

Unsatisfied with Y/N’s reaction, Jaehyun slips his fingers past the bucket of popcorn and onto Y/N’s, resting on the armrest. With the sudden weight and warmth on his hand, Y/N tenses—but doesn’t look at Jaehyun. Rather, he watches the movie intently, silently hoping he doesn’t give in.

Jaehyun leans closer to Y/N, lips right next to his ears as he whispers, “I’m cold.”

And he gives in.

Their fingers interlock in the dark of the theater, the sounds of dialogue from the movie filling the enclosed space up. No one can see them—it’ll be alright.

-

Jaehyun always found rings cute. A cheese ring, a metal ring, the ring around Saturn. Jaehyun always found rings cute,

But his greatest wish was to put a diamond one around Y/N’s finger.

-

“This is a scam.” Y/N retorts, hands crossed. He stares at Jaehyun as they stand in line for a hoop game on the board walk’s carnival, a few minutes after their exit from the theater.

“There’s no harm in trying.” Jaehyun replies, his eyes on the prize—a teddy bear the size of a toddler.

“That’s like saying ‘There’s no harm in getting scammed’, Jae.”

“Well,” Jaehyun cheekily replies, smirking as he blurts, “there’s no harm in getting scammed for you.”

Y/N looks at Jaehyun in disbelief as the flirt grabs 3 round hoops, preparing to land them on the moving bottles. Much like Y/N’s prediction, the first hoop falls too early and too far from the bottles, the second slides off after nearing and the third one flies too far and hits the stall owner. Jaehyun cringes as the owner painfully smirks, the feeling of victory of scamming another customer engulfing the latter’s mind, accompanied by the feeling of pain from the metal object recently hurled at his stomach.

“At least we have consolation candy?” Jaehyun’s face agonizes, embarrassment taking over.

“At least we have consolation candy.” Y/N repeats, grabbing a handful as he smiles at the owner and makes a 180°, leaving the booth. Jaehyun follows behind, hands in his pocket as he looks around the fair.

“Oooh,” Jaehyun interests, “What about that one?” He says, pointing at the game with a man in his 20’s trapped inside a container with water below, fate depending on his partner’s aim at the target.

“How about no?” Y/N replies, chuckling shortly after, “If you like water so much…

how do you feel about the beach?”

-

Tonight was the night. It wasn’t the 14th—it was the day before. But Jaehyun was more than confident enough to make a move. Tonight was the night—and nothing could go wrong.

Or so he hopes.

-

The tangerine sun meets the navy water once again, its center resting at the edge of the coast. Both boys walk down the beach, hands in pockets as they keep their feelings in.

“Pretty isn’t it?” Jaehyun perks up as he stares at Y/N breaking the silence. “The sun setting.” Jaehyun nods as Y/N continues. “It’s a shame that it’s disappearing soon. Give it a few minutes more and there won’t be a trace of orange on the sky.”

“It’s just how it is.” Jaehyun replies.

“Exactly.” Y/N gleams, the wind blowing on his shirt. “As much as I love seeing the sun, and as much as I hate seeing it go, I see it as a good thing too.”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun replies, sparkles in his eyes as he stares at Y/N, only the calm waters and the sun’s secant behind him.

“I see it as, ‘if you love something, you have to let something else go’, or something of the sort.” Y/N chuckles, his hands still in his pockets, “I love the sun so much, but if it means seeing the night sky again, I’d give it up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

“You must love the moon and stars so much, huh.” Jaehyun awes as his skin glows under the dying sun’s radiating tint.

Y/N nods as both boys settle down on a spot by the ocean, watching the sun submerge, darker and bluer hues taking over the early evening sky. They sit there for a few minutes, staring at the ocean waves, thinking about their current situation. As they contemplate, the sky has completely changed, from warm hues into cooler and darker ones, the moon showing itself first.

“There you go.” Jaehyun chuckles, laying his back on the sand as he points up, “Your favorite.”

Y/N follows the direction Jaehyun’s finger is pointing at as he looks up at the indigo atmosphere, a faint, glowing crescent standing out. He beams as he appreciates the moon’s presence, basking in it. “Thank you for today, Jae.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t forget about tomorrow okay?”

Y/N nods as he gets up, dusting his shorts off from the sand. The other gets up as well, doing the same as Y/N watches.

Just as the latter is about to leave, Jaehyun speaks up. “Wait!” Y/N faces him once again, a sparkle on his eyes as he wonders why he was called back. “I— I have something to say.” Jaehyun shivers, clenching his fists as he breathes in and out, preparing himself for his own confession. “For the longest time I’ve— I’ve looked up to you and I just wanna say,” Y/N raises his eyebrows, the sound of waves crashing onto the beach filling his ears, “I like you.”

‘I like you’. The words ring in Y/N ears, the syllables painting his eardrums with love. It seems great at first but then he remembers—the predjudice, the shame, the disgrace, the dishonor—and doubles back. “Y-you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.” Jaehyun says as he inches closer to Y/N, his hand grazing the latter’s cheek as he pulls closer. Their lips touch under the moonlight, the stars and benthics as their witness. The taste of strawberry fills Y/N’s taste buds, the savory flavor of intimacy filling his mouth. With the doting feeling of passion engulfing Y/N’s body, he kisses back. They move in sync for a few seconds until Jaehyun pulls away, the feeling of endearment filling his mind as he registers that he had just kissed Y/N—the one he's been pining for for the past few years. Of course, that feeling isn't long-lasting as he notices Y/N take a step back, fear in the latter’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun questions, his words coming out as a mere whisper. Y/N doesn't reply as he takes more steps back, mortified. Jaehyun reaches his hand out—and that’s all it takes to send Y/N running.

He sprints the opposite direction, ignoring Jaehyun’s shouts behind him. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as his shoes hit the sand continuously, fear and disappointment fueling his run.

Jaehyun is left alone, under the moonlit beach, and instead of hearing his beloved’s voice, only the sound of waves fill his ears, sending him into full regret.

-

Was it like water? Sometimes everything would be blithe—calm, tranquil water, their insouciant selves enjoying the world. But sometimes it would be erratic too—the unpredictable waves engulfing them and their relationship. Was it like water—their love for one another?

Jaehyun just hopes it wouldn’t dry up.

-

“Thought I’d find you up here.” Jaehyun mutters as he closes the rooftop door, making a sound as it closes again. It’s been a few hours since the beach incident, the moon already glowing brighter. “Look, I’m sorry for kiss–”

“Don’t be.” Y/N replies, keeping his voice as stern as possible, despite already being on the verge of tears. “It was great, I just,” Y/N pauses, takes in the night sky’s view for the last time before he breaks down, and plants his eyes on Jaehyun, still by the rooftop door. “Don’t you think this is wrong?”

“What is?” Jaehyun replies, already knowing the answer he would receive.

“This.” Y/N replies, whining dejectedly as he gets up from his sitting position, facing Jaehyun. “This is. We’re both guys, we shouldn't be flirting, let alone kissing!”

“Why does it matter?” Jaehyun questions, stepping forward as he tries his best to keep his tears in.

“It just does Jaehyun!” Y/N yells back, the exact opposite of Jaehyun’s hushed tone, his voice echoing out into the night sky. “It just does.” He repeats, tears pooling on the corner of his eyes.

“If it does, then…” Jaehyun steps back, the feeling of woe engulfing him, “you never liked me the same way I like you.”

“No!” Y/N replies almost immediately, a tear already slipping out, painting his right cheek, “I, I like you Jae, I like you so fucking much. Every single moment we’ve had, every single moment we’ve shared—I relish every bit of it. I can’t stop liking you—I’ll never stop liking you. But,” Y/N pauses, “I’m scared.”

Jaehyun steps closer to Y/N, pulling him into his embrace as the latter cries out onto his shoulder, tears staining his t-shirt, “Don’t be.”

“But I am.” Y/N replies, sniffing as he tightens his grip on Jaehyun’s body. “I’m scared of everything—What if people talk bad about us, behind our backs? What if our parents kick us out? What if we get expelled? What if—”

“Shh.” Jaehyun shushes, his hand rubbing Y/N’s back slowly, the strokes calming the latter down. “Stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, just focus on me.”

“I’m sorry, I know I overthink a lot.” Y/N mumbles, pulling away from their embrace as he looks Jaehyun in the eyes, the moonlight shining on them. “I’m just… scared of the darkness that awaits, you know?”

“I get you.” Jaehyun replies as he stares at Y/N, melancholic. “And I’ll do whatever it takes, okay? I’ll be your candle, your shining light, anything that’ll get you through the darkness.”

“Thanks.” Y/N chuckles, looking down, noticing the sand still on Jaehyun’s shoes. “But that still doesn’t change what people would think about…” He points to Jaehyun, then at himself, repeatedly, “this.”

Jaehyun hums as he guides Y/N to the ledge of the rooftop, sitting both him and himself down as they stare out onto the deserted school field below. “Remember what you said about the sun, just a few hours ago when we were down at the beach?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I’d give it all up. All of it. My status, my family, my friends—all of it…” Jaehyun says, peeling his eyes off the dark field below them and locking them with Y/N’s, passion fueling his words, “if it meant I could be with you. Because as much as I love them, if it means seeing you in my arms, I’d give them all up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

Y/N forces a sob in, trying his best not to break down. “But why?” He replies, feeling tears pool again.

“Because I’m serious with you, dude.” Jaehyun replies as Y/N chuckles, the tears still in his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to tell you all this for a while now.”

Y/N snickers louder, he and his best friend’s intimacy overwhelming him. He takes in Jaehyun’s form, the moon casting its light down on him, and makes a desicion. “Fine.”

“Fine what?”

“Fine, you can be my candle. Fine, you can be my shining light. Fine…” Y/N pauses, trying to find the right words, “Fine, I’ll give this—us—a chance.”

Jaehyun quickly switches moods from his dejected one to a grin from ear to ear, painting over his gloomy look. “Does that mean you’re still my valentine for tomorrow...” Jaehyun pauses, looks at his watch then looks back into Y/N’s eyes, noticing all the sorrow fading, “I mean later?”

“Yes, dude.”

“We have to stop calling each other that now, babe.”

“Ew. Too cheesy don’t you think?”

“Not at all. I think it suits you.”

Both men chuckle as they stare out into the landscape, a completely new bond between them formed.

“Since it’s Valentine’s Day already,” Jaehyun mumbles as he looks toward Y/N’s direction, “do you mind giving me a kiss?” Y/N stops his peaceful gaze on the stars as he locks eyes with Jaehyun, noticing the sparkles in his eyes. “No running away this time though.”

Y/N chuckles before he places his hand on Jaehyun’s cheek, moving closer and closer, feeling their taboo love get stronger and stronger. Their lips touch as he realizes that Jaehyun’s lips taste more like peaches than strawberries. With this thought in mind, he smiles into their kiss, the feeling of fear leaving his body as he feels his best friend’s—now boyfriend’s—lips on his.

Instead of the briny ocean water witnessing their love wither merely 6 hours earlier, it was now the magnificent moon and the stunning stars bearing witness to their young, requited love bloom.

-

Maybe it was the stigma. The thing that kept them apart for so long. Maybe it was the stigma—or maybe they were both just pussies.

Good thing they grew some balls.

-

“I think I get why you like the moon and stars so much.” Jaehyun blurts as the two lay on the beach once again, staring up at the glittered night sky, the valentine air floating out and about.

“And why’s that?” Y/N says as he looks up at Jaehyun, curiosity devouring him.

“It reminds me of a phrase in Latin.” He replies, smiling as the bijou stars twinkled at them, as if they were smiling. “It means light in darkness.” Y/N nods. “The moon, the stars—they paint the plain black sky and turn it into something stunning. I can’t look away from it now. Whenever I look up at night, I’ll always remember you.”

“Good for you.” Y/N chuckles, shifting his gaze from his boyfriend’s cheek and placing it back on the painting-like sky above them, miniature dots glistening on the canvas. “What’s that phrase again? If it sounds pretty, I just might get it tattooed on me.”

“Light in darkness,” Jaehyun stops, smiling back at the specs winking at them, “and in Latin,” Y/N looks up at Jaehyun, only to catch him staring back, stars in his eyes,

“Lux in tenebris.”

End.

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 02.04.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.13.21

[ask-thedepressedkidatthetable]

"Isn't the whole point of this that you don't get your into more trouble?" Alex's medicine cabinet was always open to him, but he would really rather Aiden didn't see just how extensive it was. As the years had gone on, it lost some of the charm of preparation in favor of obsession. "They always are." Alex rather thought that was the fun of it, but it was different when you were in control. "No, of course not. They're too busy walking around the medical hive-mind for that." Alex made a face, humming and whistling. Nope, probably not going down that road, because holy-shit! That was its own can of worms right there. "I don't know, they could have always been temporary tattoos. That or you could have tapped out like a baby." Alex teased. "See," he said, clicking his tongue. "this is why you gotta tell people. I totally would have snuck in a pizza!"

Alex gasped dramatically, making a big show as he gently pushed Aiden and smacked his face around with his fingers. "Rude! You're saying I suck! So much! After all I've done for you! I trusted you!" Better his ass! "Just because you can't manage perfection doesn't mean you should ruin it for the rest of us!" Some people. Alex hummed, before finally shrugging. "I don't know. It might have been like that at mine, but I didn't really pay attention." Which was a nice way to say that in a lot of ways, he'd been invisible through his high school career. "I don't think that's a bad thing." If he promised, he promised. "My god," Alex said, rolling his eyes. "I haven't even found the movie yet! You have to find it! Then I'll make popcorn!"

"That's not what it sounded like McJudgy McJudgerson." Curiosity was all well and good, but it killed the cat. A lesson Aiden should have taken a grain of caution from. "No. There's no wonderment to be had here." In this day and age? Probably. "What's there to take pictures of? If I do it right, it'll just look like a big misshapen blob of bubble-wrap! Oh, it's definitely the pain. Here." Alex said, grabbing a bottle of painkillers from the table- Actually, that one had expired a couple years ago- this one was fine though. Alex made a mental note to check the expiration dates on his medicines and shove the expired ones into the zip-lock bag he had. "Oooh . . . If you think that's weird, you clearly haven't been around me for that long." Alex actually felt a bit weird saying it like that, but two rolls of bubble-wrap wouldn't have even made the list if Aiden had asked him! "Yes I did! I thought it'd make a good Halloween costume. The Curse Of The Bubble-Wrap Mummy!" It was going to be so dope! "Yeah?" Well, Alex was glad for that. He was glad that something so small as Aiden and his friends making him happy was its own feedback loop. "Yeah? Nice! Yeah, I've seen that. It's pretty neat." Alex paused a moment. "Wouldn't you just say hi? Like, she's cool and all but she's just the same as the rest of us."

“Maybe I should take a few tips off of you then.” Aiden chuckled softly at him before it faded as he continued to listened to Alex. “Yeah they sure do.” He said in almost a whisper,leaning his face against Alex’s hand, a gentle smile appearing on his lips as he felt his thumb against his cheek. “Well they will be a pain that’s for sure. Hey I try my best, they didn’t call me a tough cookie in the hospital, although I think that they might have been busy with other things at that time. Have you seen the amount of tattoos on me? I’m not afraid of needles that’s for sure, it was totally the food, I was praying that somebody would just come in and sneak me something.” 

“I mean could you imagine being perfect all of the time, that would just suck so much! Imperfect is much better if you ask me.” He rolled his eyes and laughed at Alex’s little joke. “Yeah but it seemed like mine they took advantage of each other more than other high schools. I wanted to do that, drop out and get my GED, but when my dad passed away, I promised my mom that I would stay and pass.” He smiled warmly before hitting his uninjured hand on his leg as a way of clapping. “Yes! Make popcorn too!”

“I wouldn’t know either.” He spoke before his eyes went side seeing Alex’s finger in his face. “Hey I am not being judgy, I am being curious, I am allowed to be curious after all aren’t I. I have a feeling a whole lot of pictures are going to be taken of it too, I feel it in my injured body, or that could be the pain.” He replied laughing a little. “That is the strangest gift I think that I have ever heard of somebody getting, did you ever think you would be wrapping somebody up in it?” He asked curiously. “Well I am really glad to hear that you like it, that makes me very happy. I have seen her live, ex dragged me, but she puts on a show. She really does, wouldn’t know what to say to her if I did meet her.” 

[neitherlightnordark]

i've been looking at rough drafts for a few of my fanfics a lot of which i haven't finished and might not ever

[I.D 1: Text that says,

The door crashed open again, making Ralsei leap up and Tasque Manager move to draw her whip and Jevil exclaim with delight.

“Good news,” Swatch said crisply, walking inside and notably shutting the door behind. “I have found a clue: his discarded bowtie- oh,” and here Swatch looked up, and saw the three of them, “ah, hmm, well,” and Swatch walked backwards into the door again, moving to open it, “...have fun, you three.”

End I.D. 1]

bastard

[I.D. 2: Text that says,

“-!! Mettaton restarted it! METTATON RESTARTED IT!” Maddy kicked Mettaton’s wheel and it started making awful whirring sounds that even the might of a pop filter wouldn’t be able to counter. “He KNOWS I don’t like parmesan on my popcorn!!! And YET, like the sniveling cheese wuss he is, he made a NOTE of POURING it into my BAG!!”

“YOU’RE A CAT NOW,” Mettaton protested, sounding quite pleased to have his cousin sitting on him. “I THOUGHT YOUR TASTE HAD CHANGED, DEAR. OR AT LEAST THAT YOU’D GROWN SOME SINCE THEN? PARMESAN IS- OW! A PERFECTLY REFINED HUMAN FOOD- OW!”

Maddy pulled out a miniature axe, one that was perfectly sized for popcorn. “What if I refine YOUR metal pieces into MY popcorn instead??”

End I.D. 2]

cheese wuss

[I.D. 3: Text that says,

“Yes. Whenever fate leads me to her,” the voice said enthusiastically. “I may know a lot from where I am, but I don’t know everything! I don’t know everything! There, see? Something to cling on to, for both of us. I doubt even the Man knows exactly where we are going, or to what end we’re here, until we reach it.”

End I.D. 3]

december

[quinn-tessence]

Nocturne for a Clown

Part 1

In this frightening, destabilizing global pandemic, we all seek comfort. I found mine in Arthur, and I know many of you did too. This community has given me so much, I cannot express my gratitude enough. So here's something I can give back. A Nocturne for our beloved Clown, who still inspires us to this day, and will probably never stop. 🤡🖤

Summary: you stumble into an intriguing neighbor, a tragic, beautiful party clown named Carnival with jade eyes and cocoa hair. His meekness around you gets under your skin enough to lead you unconsciously into his path by accident.

Length: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of mental illness, alcohol use, nudity, playful flirting and light fluff. Pre smut intro, this is going places… 🤭🤡❤

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You should have taken more bags, you could barely hold all these groceries as you opened the door to let yourself inside your block of flats. You greeted granny Mabel picking up her mail but swiftly turned your attention to the closing door of the elevator.

‘Wait, hold the lift, please!’

In your haste to catch the ride, a foot was lodged on the door, sliding it back open to let you in. Careful not to spill all the veggies on the floor, your attention fell onto the man sharing the ride with you only as he asked what floor you were going to.

‘5th please, thank you for holding the door'

‘Sure'

The lift shook in its slow ascent, your heart would have skipped a beat had it not been a part of your daily routine to feel that bump in your bones. His hair is really nice, the length and the curls around the edges. Hm. You couldn't help looking at him, he was all of your visual field after all, so you scrutinized, as you’d often do. He’d politely turned sideways, avoiding to keep his back to you, but you couldn't see his face clearly in the dim yellow light. He wasn't much taller than you, his complexion quite slim and fragile looking, his back slouched as if carrying the heaviest weight on his shoulders. Gotham made that easy, grey and gloomy by day even during good weather, a pile of construction and buildings with no defined identity, enough to fit all from the scourge to the wealthy.

‘This building's awful, isn't it?’ an uncharacteristic curiosity made you try out some small talk in the hopes you'd get a better glimpse.

You knew too few people in this building, and you were far from chatty in elevators with strangers. Usually. He looked so old fashioned wearing that shirt and the linen vest, but the ochre of his jacket heightened the cocoa brown of his hair, yellow light reflecting off the edges delicately. He was cute, in an oddly endearing sort of way. A pair of basil green eyes turned to your as he bit the bait, the sly grin cutting through his cheek a stark contradiction to everything else about him, the scar on his upper lip a peculiarity that only furthered your intrigue. There was a deep well of sadness in his eyes, overbearing, bone chilling. It prickled your skin as you noticed it, but the gaze under his eyelids was piercing. That unnerving feeling the striking contrast brought, you couldn't shake it off.

The joy ride on strings stopped just as your cheeks started to fluster. You bid him good night as you walked out, your awareness over your morning overuse of perfume now as acute as ever.

‘Hey!’ he shouted in a shy, husky voice as you stepped out.

You turned to him one last time to see him mimicking a gun shot to the head as a rather late comical attempt to reply to your earlier remark. Unconventional, yes, but not a sort of humor you didn't enjoy. The fact that you just couldn't make him out drew a puzzled smile on your face as the elevator door closed.

Hm. What was that? you wandered as you had one foot in stirring curiosity, the other guiding you to your door as if by reflex. You'd lived here for months already, yet you hadn't seen him before. He was quite handsome in an outlandish sort of way, you would not have let that go unnoticed had you seen him before.

Months had passed, yet you still had storing boxes around your living room. Your stay should have just been temporary, yet you'd started decorating it with your own sketches and it had suddenly become your home, your sanctuary, your oasis to recharge you after long days at the office close by. You'd stumbled into this place by accident while looking for a cozy place to stay, but you found no reason to leave it behind. Your own art gallery, with bright lights flooding the windows throughout the day that allowed you to paint during weekends without your eyes squinting, your safe space.

Not today though, your feet were sore and your arms hurt from carrying those groceries. All you wanted was a glass of white wine and an excessive bag of popcorn while you watched the Murray show, but you picked up Dostoyevsky to delve again into the question of the perfect murder while you waited. This book you could never grow tired of, and it rattled you to devour chapter after chapter, accompanying a tormented soul on a journey of falling into madness, its universe a silent revolt and escape from the reality of Gotham you'd craved deep down without ever voicing.

‘We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, that begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.' Hm. Go figure.

The deafening silence in the room would soon be filled by your own comments at the starting show, Murray’s humor making you roll your eyes at his lack of self awareness, quite versed he was in ridiculing one person or another. A comedy show, yes, but sometimes he would take it a bit too far even for your inappropriate taste in humor.

A few hours and half a bottle of wine later, the sweet taste of the wine still lingered on your lips, flooding your murky mind to a familiar place of solitary self indulgence. Not long after shutting your eyes, a recent memory took shape at the back of your eyelids, and you felt an irrational urge to trace a sketch of him. You were too tired to start drawing at this hour. Your fingers would be of much better use tracing those lines you were curious to feel off his own fingertips. You hadn't indulged yourself in a while, but the thought of this bewitching man flashing in the most vulgar parts of your mind soon changed that. Maybe you were blatantly objectifying your neighbor… but only a little… You'd been so busy with the new job, the long hours exhausting, the absence of a soul to keep you company a nuisance you'd learned to bury in piles of work. But the urges only amplified the more you'd stifle and ignore them, demanding to be satiated. So you gave into yourself, into him, into the sweet, intoxicating effect of your favorite wine, into the memory of the piercing green eyes that had you whimper in silence.

Something about him was out of place. You’d seen him from afar and he looked defenseless. But as you came closer, you could feel yourself swallow hard as you waited for his gaze to look to your direction. Odd, wasn't it? He hadn't said much, but the tension in the elevator had penetrated your bones to late night reminiscence. Something was not right about him, an 'I should be afraid, instead it turns me on' vibe to him had taken you right to the edge.

The next day you bumped into him after work at the corner store, he was buying cigarettes and a chocolate bar. With that level of nutrition, no wonder he was so feeble, yet there was something about him that had kept you up at night. You'd already developed a weakness for him, but that stifled your reaction instead of filling you with courage. He smiled shyly and walked out the door, his eyes counting his slouched steps. Shit. Next time.

One particular evening you noticed two blue diamonds peering meticulously through the store shelves, the greasepaint on the man's face rendering him almost unrecognizable lest for his unmistakable skinny complexion and beautiful cocoa hair. Your freight of clowns had shaped your life since childhood, yet that terror had somehow melted instantly at the sight of his jade eyes underneath the white blue makeup. He'd shied away as you noticed him, stealing a smile that got your feet walking into an opposite reaction, trying to hide your pleasant surprise at his creepy, endearing stares. You wondered if that was his job, it would be absurd to just walk around in a clown costume, stalking women. Not to mention, horrifying and nightmare inducing, as even you would have felt until a moment ago if it hadn't been him wearing the clown costume.

Fumbling around the store, shying behind the counters as you paid for your groceries, you couldn't resist glancing at him one more time. You'd missed your chance before and you regretted it. All it took was to reach for one item from the isle he was hiding in, even if you had no use for it. Startling him was the last of your intentions, so you mimicked his behavior peering at him through the shelves, perhaps that would open him up to you. As you both walked in the same direction towards the corridor, he stopped shy in his tracks, eyes now as big as the clown shoes on his feet, scanning the floors, anxiously facing the inevitable.

‘Hi there. I've seen you around, haven't I?'

You'd planned on being more casual in your approach, yet the tone of your voice evoked a warm intimacy built over nights of having him wander purposefully in the depths of your fantasies. The clown costume should have helped alienate that feeling, instead it only burned deeper. The youthful innocence draped across his face contrasted strikingly with the furrows in his forehead betraying his age. He couldn't be younger than 35 at least, yet the spark of his almond shaped eyes took 15 years off his complexion. He cleared his throat before being able to speak.

‘Hi! Yes, we met in the elevator last week. I didn't think you'd recognize me in my work outfit.’

‘I thought that was you. You could frighten ladies if you keep peering at them while wearing a clown costume, you know? Not a lot of good press on them in the past years’

A nervous chuckle escaped his throat, he couldn't have missed that connection himself but he seemed caught red handed.

‘Well I haven't even pulled my gun yet. I was waiting for the store to clear out a bit before I robbed the place and kidnapped you'

There was that dark humor, but damn him for making you smile like a teenager.

‘A clown with a gun and a plan, not at all frightening. You're funny! Pass me that pasta sauce, would you?’

He quickly reached for the item on his counter and reached over it to hand it to you. The gawkiness in his hasty moves was proof enough he wasn't used to being approached by women, you were sure his cheeks were as flaming red under the white makeup as the flower pinned to his colorful checkered blazer. You shook your head and pointed at the end of the counter, your feet moving in the direction where you wanted him. He followed shyly, dragging his oversized clown shoes.

As he handed you the item, you thanked him kindly and immediately put it back up on the shelf. His gaze fell to his feet again, surely flustered by the subtext of your action. Yet within a split of a second, his eyes pierced back at yours and you'd forgotten all words.

‘Why don't I walk you home instead? I'll keep the gun and kidnapping for another occasion. Let me help you with those' he reached for your groceries, his proximity to you feeding the fire. You gladly agreed and walked the couple blocks with him, curious of his day job and adoring the purr of his soothing voice, it tore you up every time you heard it falter. His suit and makeup should have kept you a mile away, yet he seemed to be the most welcome companion to comfort you through your biggest irrational fear. As you reached the apartment complex sooner than you'd wished, he stopped and let out a complicit chuckle.

‘I… seem to have forgotten to do my own groceries, I’ll have to go back now, somehow I got distracted…’

‘And I thought you were there just to kidnap me.’ You just couldn't help continuing his apropos, hoping deep down he'd actually do it. ‘Thank you for walking me home, that was sweet of you'

‘You're very welcome. I'm Arthur, by the way, or Carnival if you prefer the party clown'

‘Nice to meet you, Arthur. I'm Y/N.’

‘Y/N…’ the sound of your name off his lips jolted you shamelessly to the point where you needed to take that step back, and yet you didn't. ‘I'll see you around?’

The smile on his painted face a ray of sunshine in an otherwise wretched day. Carnival, you cheekily thought to yourself, never had you wanted to experience one as badly as you did seeing him light up a cigarette and inhale it wantonly almost halfway through, walking back a few steps, then turning and making his way back to the store.

Days at work had flown by rapidly in your constant distraction with a lingering image of a colorful clown. Not even the new guy everyone was talking about could catch your attention, even if your girlfriends kept mentioning a stunning pair of black eyes and a charming swagger. Had he been a smoker, you'd perhaps get a glimpse of him during your breaks, at least. The Fridays hardly ever felt like the weekend, and this one made you want to smash some bones, your own sorrows bubbling up inside you, like a mint candy in a bottle of Cola. You were more of an indoors cat, but your really couldn't pass on a 3rd invitation for a night out, your buddies would think you were willfully ditching them. Fine I'll go! Just one drink though.

Mixing gin and tequila hadn't been up there among your smartest choices. You should have stopped after the 3rd shot, but you hadn't had so much fun in months. Hah! I feel dizzy. But this feels good, your thoughts pieces of a puzzle you were too drunk to make out. As your feet moved out of the taxi and into the cold early morning air, you were finally back home. You must have remembered to pay the fare otherwise the cabby would have chased you down. You drifted in your scrambled thoughts as your feet walked out of reflex, your mind miles away, preoccupied with a certain pair of turquoise eyes. Perhaps you had a propensity for dark hues, but those had always just been mere dust in front of green shades. I’m not in my own mind anymore… I’m in someone else's... And I’m touching myself, I’m licking my lips, the tip of my tongue grazes over the scar on my upper lip, the heat of my breath comes from within a boiling body, my skin sizzles. I hum and I moan and I... hah, fuck, I think I just broke my heel, I’m so fekkin drunk. You dragged yourself to the elevator, your mind desperately hoping you were managing to keep yourself composed so the sweet old doorman wouldn't judge you as a drunken failure in life.

Why did you do this to yourself? And can you just not redirect all your remaining fluids to where they're not required before you're at least in your bed? Fuck, I can't... you'd been pushing the elevator button for a minute before you growled a tad too loud at the drunken realization you’d have to climb all 5 storeys in this wretched state you'd put yourself into.

Fine, just get your sorry ass up before you make a fool of yourself clowning around. Just one more and you're there. Fumbling for your keys in your bag, you leaned on the door and, to your surprise and annoyance, it opened. What the fuck, was I drunk before I left my apartment? How could I have forgotten to lock the damn door?

You felt sick to your stomach, you couldn't walk to the bed. You hadn't drunk so much for over a year, you’d forgotten how useless you were in this state. The couch would do for tonight. You almost dropped yourself to the floor, the couch not in the same position as you'd left it, but who cared. I'm never drinking again, you thought as you coiled around the pillow, a shoe dropping on the floor while the other hung half way. It smelled of cigarettes, most probably from your clothes.

A familiar enticing aftertaste of alcohol clawed its way out once again, you should have known this was coming. You wished he'd be there so you could release yourself to him, as frail as he was he'd surely handle you gently, and mmm wouldn't that feel sweet. The alcohol had just been a low end substitute to bury your frustrations and aches. Hah, even if he was here, you'd be useless. But that didn't stop you from dozing off to the thought of his gentle fingers strolling down your neck to your breasts, drawing circles on your waist before goin... down lo...

There was too much light in the room, as drunk as you’d been you’d forgotten to draw the curtains. You couldn't open your eyes, the headache was throbbing, so you rubbed your temples and turned your led limbs from the aching position you'd landed on as the most shameful drunk in this city.

Your mind thought you could take opening your eyes, and as you did you felt the alcohol pressuring your Adam's apple, a deep breath a flimsy stronghold to keep everything down. A deep breath that turned swiftly to a high pitched shriek at the sight of this man walking towards you dripping water off his naked body, a towel being rubbed onto his hair with both hands. You shrieked as you fell to the floor, hitting yourself against an unfamiliar coffee table, flagons of pills spilling all over it.

Oh shit, you heard him say as he hid behind the wall, peering at you but quieting his anxiety the more he looked.

'What are you... Y/N, you're in the wrong apartment! Shit, I need to put something on'

Oh god what had you done?? A sous chef could have mistaken you for a lobster and thrown you in a bucket of boiling water, you’d surely been simmering in that since the realization of how much of an idiot you were at walking into his apartment, of all damn places.

‘Oh my god, I am SO SORRY, I had a few too many drinks with my friends and I must have... I surely have climbed too many storeys to my place. I'll be out of your hair, I am so sorry!!!’ He'd been hopping throughout your dreams for the past weeks, you'd seen him naked so many times before, but not once in the flesh. You were flustered at the brazen realization of how far off you'd been as you fantasized about him bare before you. It was nerve wrecking, you wished you could just disintegrate into a million atoms and let the ground swallow you whole.

He chuckled as he returned in a half clothed state, clearly having shortened the process just to catch you before you shut the door behind you.

‘Yeah, the elevator was out of order yesterday. Hey, it's ok. You just really scared me, I wasn't expecting to find you on my couch, you know? You're... welcome to... stay a bit longer if you want. You look like you've had a rough night, I could whip out some breakfast and get you back on your feet. If you wish…’

He'd whipped out more than you'd thought he would a couple minutes ago, thank you very much for the extra sleepless nights.

‘Oh my god, no, I couldn't take advantage of you like that, I just slept on your couch uninvited, I am so horrible. Please excuse me, and thank you for not calling the cops on me.’

He'd smiled at you in the elevator before your heels had started flaming for him a few weeks back, but this was different. His whole face had lit up, his eyes sparkling as if emerald and jade had caught a reflection of the sun, his crooked tooth a tantalizing new discovery, especially as the scar on his lip etched itself deeper into your psyche. You were in his house, after all, where else would he feel most comfortable if not in his private, intimate home, one that you'd shamefully invaded and found him completely naked and wet.

‘They're on their way actually, I’m just stalling before they show up to escort you from my property.’

You chuckled as you held your temple, you must have been a disgusting mess, your makeup all smudged, on your face a decrepit layer of last nights overindulgence, and yet he made you laugh.

‘You're funny, Arthur... I'll take care of that myself, tell them it was a false alarm...’

As you opened the door to remove yourself from this torrent of shame, his voice stopped you in the doorstep.

‘Hey, you wanna… grab a coffee later tonight? It might help with that hangover’

‘You really want to go out after all this?’

‘Yeah!’ his eyebrow twitched in reflex, startling you at its sudden air of impertinence. You couldn't tell if your limbs had mellowed from alcohol, or his facial expressivity had been the melting catalyst. ‘Pajama night, I'll take you to the best Donut diner in town. 9 PM?’

You really wished you could process everything clearly, but he wasn't making it easier at all. ‘Alright then, pajama night it is!’

‘Great! Are you sure I can't help you to your place?’

‘Sorry to ask, what floor is this?’

‘6th.’

‘Oh, I’m right downstairs, maybe going down a flight of stairs will shake off this horrid hangover. Thanks again for... hosting me I guess, nice to see you again, Arthur. I'll see you later!’

You waved at him more in a futile attempt to cover your face as you stepped back out of that bubble of shame, feeling soaked to the bone. The droplets on his skin, he'd just gotten out of the shower, that routine gesture to slick back his hair, that wide morning gaze were mere special mentions as you went down the stairs, one other morning factor keeping your mind fully flustered as you unlocked your own front door this time.

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Special Delivery (Gardner Langway x Reader)

Request: You read my mind because I’m watching Dear Sidewalk! Can I get a Gardner x Reader where he delivers her sex toy and accidentally opens it when it starts vibrating. Can finish with smut or not! Thanks love

Warnings: smut, cursing, shit writing, bad proofreading

A/N: This request was made 400 years ago and I'm so sorry? That I'm just now posting? Anyway, I hope you enjoy and that everyone is staying safe! I'll get a "read more" cut on this asap.

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 "You haven't opened your mail." Gardner frowned as you tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave and shut the door. Faintly, you could hear the mumbles of a commercial playing from the TV in the other room. It'd become a semi-weekly tradition for you and Gardner to catch whatever old Western they happened to be playing on the Turner Classic channel each Friday. You'd been out of town the week before, so Gardner was left to watch it all on his own. You hated to miss, but you couldn't deny the ear to ear grin that spread across your face when he called later that night to catch you up on the recent installment.

You glanced at the envelopes sitting in your kitchen table, smiling a little. You hadn't even noticed the neatly stacked pile your friend had left for you while you were away for the week. He'd already had a key to your house. You'd long since had one made for him in case he got tired of sleeping on the boat or wanted to take a break on his route.

"Anything interesting?" You mused, knowing he probably had a general idea of what the pile consisted of.

He shrugged a little, grabbing the pile and sifting through it, "Just bills. You got a paycheck, I think. And there was something that came in a little box on Wednesday?"

You frowned, mentally thinking back through your recent purchases. "I don't remember ordering anything." Passing him a pair of scissors, you retrieved the bag of popcorn from the microwave. "Open 'er up, partner." He grinned at you, chuckling at your imitation of the accents used in the movies. Carefully, he slit the small piece of packing tape on the top of the box as you busied yourself finding bowls for the both of you. "Do you want me to put M&Ms in yours? I know sometimes you like it...like that..."

Your words trailed off as you faced Gardner. In his hand, he held a small purple object. Oh. Oh.

That's when you remembered that you had, in fact, ordered something lately.

While you were drunk and horny.

Shit.

He furrowed his brow as he studied the small bullet, turning it over in his hand. He obviously hadn't quite realized what it was yet. He met your gaze, his eyebrows crooked in confusion. Your face was beet red.

"Oh, that. That's nothing. I don't even know-"

"You didn't order it?" He picked up the little box, squinting at the address lable on it's side.

"Well, I-"

"That's odd. The address is right-

Quickly, you snatched the toy from his hand, slipping it into your back pocket. His warm brown eyes met yours again, his expression apologetic and confused. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, obviously worried he'd offended his friend in some way. Your heart sank. You hadn't meant to startle him.

"No...No, Gardner, it's ok, sweetheart. I just..." He was so pretty sitting there, brows raised and concerned. You sighed, pulling the bullet from your back pocket. "It's a vibrator, Gardner. A sex toy. I was drunk when I ordered it. Forgot all about it. I just got embarassed, is all. You...you didn't do anything wrong."

His muscles relaxed a little, "Oh."

You gave a little smile, knowing it was finally clicking in his head, "I'm sorry Gardner. I didn't even remember ordering it. I guess I was just lonely and I-"

His eyes widened, cheeks deepening to match yours. He bit his lower lip, "You're lonely?"

You swallowed thickly, "Uh, yeah. Sometimes. It's natural, you know? Every once in a while you...want to be touched and there's no one there to touch you." You trailed off again, scratching your neck uncomfortably.

He nodded, "I-I didn't mean to make you embarrassed."

You gave a weak smile, returning the vibrator to your pocket, "It's alright, love."

Gardner continued rubbing the back of his neck, "Why not just go out with someone? You...You don't have to be lonely. Y-You're...You're very pretty. There's lots of people who'd like to...want to..."

You laughed a little as his cheeks went even redder as you set the popcorn bag to the side, "I don't know, Gardner. What about you? Why don't you go out with Calvin on the weekends?"

He gave a little smile, "Last time I went out with Calvin he poured a drink down my shirt." You giggled, and he felt his chest go warm. "Besides, I...I don't need to go out and drink with a bunch of people I don't know. I already spend Friday nights with a pretty girl." He took a shallow breath, tapping his foot nervously. "I don't feel so lonely. Not when I'm with you."

Your heart stuttered. "Gardner...Gardner that's so sweet." He gave a genuine smile. "I think you're very pretty too."

He blushed, eyes falling to the floor. He was. He was so pretty. His cheeks pink, his soft auburn waves pushed back from his face, his lips sweet and full, and the dusting of freckles over his cheeks...

"Gardner, can I ask you a question?" Your voice was gentle. He liked it. You bit your lower lip, looking up at him through your lashes as he nodded. "When's the last time you were with someone? Like...intimately?"

His eyes went wide again, palms going sweaty. "Uhh...H-High School? My senior year. There was a party at Justin Dophrey's house. Calvin told me I should come." He swallowed thickly, seeming a little discomforted by the memory. "I had a drink or two. Nothing crazy...Karen Halverson pulled me into a closet. It was dark. She had on a lot of perfume. It made me choke...I don't remember much."

You heart sunk in your chest. He turned 25 next week. Seven years. He hadn't been touched in seven years.

"D-Do you think about that when you...when you're lonely?" Your voice was so soft, Gardner could hardly tell if he was dreaming. "Do you think about Karen?" Your brain was screaming at you to shut up. He sucked in a little breath, his ears going hot at your words, and shook his head no. You rubbed your upper arm awkwardly, "What do you think about?"

He bit his lower lip, "I-It's embarrassing."

Your stomach dropped. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer. I-I don't know why I-"

Gently, as if he was testing the waters, Gardner reached out and  took your hand in his. He gave it a little squeeze, hoping you couldn't feel how fast his pulse was racing. Your eyes met his, searching them. A comfortable silence fell over you as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

"You look at me like I'm important to you." His voice was soft. Your brain searched frantically for a response. "Like I'm wanted."

"You are."

He sighed a little, giving a little smile. "I think I just want to be able to make someone feel good."

You swallowed the knot in your throat. His eyes fell to where your hands met. "Gardner..." He glanced to you, brows raised.

"What?" He felt like his heart might stop.

"Do you want to..." Your voice trailed off, but somehow, he knew what you were asking.

He couldn't remember a single word in the English language. He nodded, mouth going dry.  "Please."

His eyes were glued to yours now, neither of you entirely sure of what to say. You squeezed his hand where he held yours. Gently, you took his wrist, dragging it up to your rest on your knee. He froze a little, barely breathing.

"I don't know how..."

His fingertips felt so warm against you. Your hands found his shirt collar, toying with either side of it as you you drew him closer. He could feel your breath against his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. You swallowed thickly. " 's ok."  You smiled, nudging your nose against his. "Is it alright if...If I kiss you?"

He hesitated, his breath becoming more labored, "Y-Yes ma'am. I mean, yes. I mean, I'd like tha-"

You pressed your lips against his, cutting him off with a hummed laugh. He smiled against you. You'd never kissed a softer pair of lips. It took him a second to remember to respond to your movements, as if he still couldn't believe this was happening, but the second he did, he let out a soft moan at the feeling.

He was needy, his hands fumbling to figure out where to hold you. You giggled, taking them in yours again and bringing them to your waist. He sighed contently, seemingly pleased with the development, and he held you there tightly. You pushed your fingers back into his hair, smiling as he whimpered under your touch. He was soft and gentle, his breath hitching as your tongue grazed against his lower lip. You took a step forward, pushing him down into a chair at the kitchen table. He looked confused until you settled on his lap, cradling his face in your hands. He gave a little gasp at the pressure against his middle, and you could feel him starting to harden against your thigh. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively rolling you hips against him, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat.

Your hands itched to reach down between you and palm him through his jeans, but you steadied yourself. Slow down. Slow down. This is Gardner. Innocent, sweet Gardner. You parted your lips from his and pulled back a little. 

His eyes widened, face going white as his head clouded with concern. Were you cross with him?

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You hushed him, chuckling sweetly, "No, sweetheart! Not at all. You're perfect. I love this...I love what we're doing." Your fingers lace in his hair, pushing his auburn locks back out of his eyes. His eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling. "I was getting really hot all over and I wanted to make sure I didn't go too fast. Thought maybe I should slow down."

Gardner's mouth went dry as he looked you over. He quite enjoyed  the feel of your weight in his lap. Your lips were swollen and kiss bitten, your hair mussed and the hem of your shirt jumbled from where he'd been gripping it. He was embarrassed by the ache below his stomach, knowing you could feel his length pressing against you, but somehow, he didn't think you minded it. He met your eyes again, which were dark with poorly stifled lust.

"I...What if I..I don't want to slow down?" He looked nervous. Timid. Completely unaware of how his words sent heat into your belly. His still hands held your hips firmly, as if he was afraid you'd leave him. "W-We can stop if you want to but I...I don't want to."

You're heart stuttered at his pleading honey eyes, "Yeah?" He nodded, clinging to both you and your words.

You giggled as Gardner stumbled down the hall after you to your room. He shut the door behind him carefully, before turning to see you already settled on the bed, propped on your elbows. His face flushed, and you could see the flash of panic in his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do next. You held a hand out to him, letting him take it in his own as you pulled him up onto the bed with you. Your hand cradled his face gently as you guided him down to meet your lips again, helping him settle on top of you. He sighed happily, as if he'd been waiting for years to kiss you again, even though it'd only been about two minutes. You could feel his hips instinctively rolling against yours, and he moaned when you gently rocked against him in return. Your fingers snaked up to his shirt collar, helping him undo the little blue buttons going down the front. He tried to help, for a moment, but found his hands were shaking far too much to be of any use. When you finally got off his shirt, your hands roamed the fabric of his undershirt before egarly reaching to tug it off. Suddenly, he tensed, and you pulled back immediately. "I'm sorry Gardner I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok! No, no, no, it's ok." He fiddled with the hem of his undershirt.

Your brows knitted with concern, realizing the problem. "You don't have to take it off if you don't want to."

Gardner met your eyes before quickly returning them to where he was fiddling with the fabric, "I...Um...It's just that I'm not-" He trailed off, looking ashamed. Gardner was almost perpetually blushing, but you'd never seen his cheeks so red.

You grabbed at the fabric a little, guiding him down into a much more gentle, sweet kiss then before. You whispered against his lips, "You don't think I'll like what I see." He nodded, nose nudging against yours. "You don't have to take it off, sweetheart, but I'll tell you one thing: I think you've got the prettiest body I've ever seen."

He looked a little surprised, moving back to look you in the eye, "You do?"

You giggled, nodding as you cradled his face lovingly. "Of course. You're so beautiful Gardner. So sweet and soft and wonderful." You could see him debating the idea in his head...overthinking. Without a word, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving yourself exposed to him in nothing but your bra.

His eyes went wide as he tried not to stare at your chest, hands itching to touch you. You smiled, pulling down your bra straps to expose your breasts fully to him. Slowly, you took his wrists, moving them from their spot on your waist up to grope your tits. He looked overwhelmed. Unsure, but enamoured all the same. You moaned as he curiously began kneading your breasts, your back arching off the bed. His eyes flitted back and forth between your face and his hands, completely unsure of which view was a better one.

"Gardner..." You hummed, catching his eyes briefly before yours fluttered shut in bliss again. "This is how I want to see you, Gardner." He leaned back a little, hands sliding down your stomach as your words clicked in his head. Timidly, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head slowly. You moaned at the sight, stomach flipping. "Come're." You pulled him closer, one hand exploring his chest while the other sunk between you to palm him through his pants. He gave a choked sob, his forehead falling against your bare shoulder. You smiled as you felt him leaving kisses there. He grinded down against you and you cursed, pushing him back against the bed and straddling his hips.

His breath stalled as he watched you press a kiss to the center of his chest, slowly moving downward and over his stomach until you reached the button of his jeans. You swallowed thickly as you admired the overwhelmed boy in front you. "Are you ok, Gardner? Is it ok if I touch you, here?" You cooed, nodding towards his hips.

He shook his head quickly, catching his breath. "Yes! Yes, I'm sorry...It's just...I just...No one's ever done...that..and I don't know-"

"Shhh, 's ok baby." You hushed him gently, rubbing your hands over his tummy soothingly. "I have an idea." His eyebrows perked up a little. "Why don't you close your eyes for me, love. Just take a deep breath..." You crawled up him a little, cradling his face in your palm. "-And close your eyes..." He obeyed, his eyelashes falling against his cheeks. "-And feel." You left a gentle kiss against his lips and Gardner sighed as he felt all his muscles relax. This was better. Much better. The feeling of your soft lips moving against his entranced him so much that he barely felt you unbuttoning his jeans. Some how, he didn't feel so nervous this way. He could focus on your touch and the way it felt instead of the way his body looked and how you saw it. He moaned softly as you sucked a little mark on his lower tummy, lifting his hips as he felt you pull his jeans down and off his ankles. He shuddered at the way your breath fanned against him, now, through the thin material of his boxers. He felt you toying with the waistband. "Tell me if you want me to stop, ok Gardner? It's never too late to stop me if you feel like you want to."

His mouth went dry, "Ok."

His cheeks and neck were on fire as you inched down his underwear, exposing himself to you completely. You were silent, and his stomach churned with the fear that you weren't satisfied with what you saw, but he was swiftly proven wrong when he felt you curse against his hipbone, "You're pretty all over, aren't you sweet boy?"

He grinned, relief flooding over him, but his smile quickly faded as you pressed kisses closer and closer to where he needed you most. He bit his lower lip too hard, his length twitching with need. You thought for a second about coaxing him to release his lip from under his teeth with your thumb, but opted for a different approach.

Gardener's jaw fell slack, crying out as you licked a stripe over his member. You wished you could record every gorgeous sound that fell from his lips as you pleasured him with your mouth, bobbing your head against his length. Your name was like a prayer on his lips as he desperately fought to keep from thrusting into you and hitting the back of your throat.

His fingers on one hand laced in your hair. You'd fully expected him to do the same with the other, but somehow, you weren't surprised when he reached down to hold your hand in his, squeezing it gently everytime you took him deeper into your throat. The feeling in his stomach tightened quickly, and you could feel hot precum dripping from him at the back of your throat as he throbbed against your tongue.

"Y/N...Y/N I'm gonna-" He was surprised when your movements quickened, taking him deeper and swirling your tongue around him as he grew closer and closer. He gave a choked sob as he released his warm seed into the back of your throat. You hummed around him, swallowing the last of his arousal down and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered, still looking ridiculously fucked out. "I didn't mean to...to finish-"

"I wanted you to finish in my mouth Gardner."

He frowned, confusion evident in his eyes, "Why?"

You smiled, crawling foward to press your lips to his in a soft kiss, and he groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. "Taste good, don't you, love?" Gardner felt like he was going to faint. "You're doing so well, Gardner."

He pulled back a little, meeting your eyes, "I want to do that to you, now."

You smiled warmly, stroking the side of his face, "You don't have to do that, sweethea-"

"I want to." You raised your brows, surprised by his eagerness. "Please. Please, just let me try-"

You giggled, "Ok! Ok! Fine!" 

He smiled, fingers finding the button of your jeans, and he raked them down over your thighs and off of your ankles before meeting your eyes again. He went breathless at the sight of you, legs spread for him in nothing but your lacey pink panties. And that way you always looked at him. Like he was important to you. He toyed with your waistband, "Y-You should close your eyes, too."

Confusion darted through your expression, but you obeyed his request without question as he pulled off your last remaining peice of clothing.

Gardner paused, admiring your pretty pink slit. Your arousal had dripped down from your middle and smeared across your inner thighs. Carefully, he rested a hand on your lower tummy, dragging it down to run a thumb over your folds. He jumped a little as you gasped softly, biting your lower lip.

Gardner had never touched a person like this. Seen a person like this. The only time he'd even come close was with Karen, and it'd been dark and fast, the whole endeavor only lasting about five minutes.

He eyed the small bud above your entrance, timidly leaning foward to wrap his lips around it and suck. You cried out, squirming a little as he continued to explore. His tounge flicked your clit and your hips bucked involuntarily, making him hum into your heat. Your body writhed, eyes scrunched shut as he tasted you. He'd just pressed his tongue inside you when his eyes caught on your pants, which laid discarded on the bed beside you.

You whined pitifully when he pulled back, immediately missing his mouth. He pecked you clit, "Stay still." He was silent, the only sound being a slight rustling of the bed sheets. "And keep your eyes closed...please."

Your brows furrowed with confusion as you waited, legs spread. When you finally felt pressure against your clit again, ot was different. It wasn't warm or soft like his fingers or his tongue.

And then there was finally a noise. Buzzing.

Gardner grinned, proud of himself he watched you moan loudly, grinding your clit against the bullet vibrator. Clever. Fuck was he clever.

You rode the toy, quickly becoming a blubbering mess as your stomach grew tighter and tighter. "Gardner turn it off."

 A spark of fear ran through Gardner at the words and he immediately switched it off, tossing it to the side and moving up your body to cradle your face in his hand, "What's wrong? What's happened? Did I do it wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No! No, no, no, love!" You fought to catch your breath, concern still swimming in his eyes. "I just...I was about to finish."

He frowned, looking puzzled and ridiculously cute. "Then why did you-?"

"Because..." You pecked his lips, running your hand over his back to calm him. You held his face in your hand, turning it to whisper in his ear. "When I cum, I want it to be around you, Gardner." He shivered, eyes wide. "If you still want to, that is. He nodded almost too quickly and you giggled in a way that made his heart stutter.

"I don't have a...a condom." He admitted, looking sheepish.

Your eyes brightened, "Oh! I'm on the pill, love. I mean...unless you think Karen Halverson gave you something?" His cheeks went pink at your teasing and you giggled as he scrunched his nose, shaking his head. Sighing contently, you pulled him back down to your lips, not bothering to part as you spoke, "How do you want it, baby? You want to be on top? Or do you want me to be on top? Or you could take me from behind?"

Gardner's brain spun with the abundance of choices...not that he could even think with your lips against his.  "I-I don't know."

You hummed, "Well, it's practically your first time, huh?" He nodded, nose bumping against yours. "Well then why don't you have me just like this, honey."

You could have suggested a trip to mars at this point and he would have said yes. You pulled him closer, letting him settle between your legs as he lost himself in kissing you yet again. Your hand snuck down between you, stroking his cock as you rubbed it up and down over your entrance. He whined desperately at the feeling of your wet heat, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "Go ahead, baby." He moaned, as you positioned his tip. "Push deep inside me."

He gave a choked sob as he let his shaft sink down into your folds. You gave a little sob as he bottomed out. "Fuck, Gardner you stretch me so good."

He sat still for a minute, trying to let you adjust to his width before you circled your hips against his. He groaned grabbing you tightly by the waist as he pulled out a little before pushing back in. You were so warm and wet and tight and Gardner feared he wouldn't last long. His head spun as he watched every inch of himself being buried deep inside you over and over again. He held your hips so tight, bouncing you down hard against him with every thrust. You cried out as he hit a tender spot inside you, hiking your legs up around his hips as he continued rutting against you and and fast. He was warm and beautiful and needy and his cock felt so good inside you that you couldn't help bit let your eyes roll back in your head. Your tits bounced with every slap of his hips against your pubic bone. "Gardner, fuck, just like that! Don't stop!" The soft tip of his dick jabbed at that tender spot again, pushing pushing pushing pushing. Your hands tugged at his Auburn locks, head falling back against the pillow as you felt him throbbing inside you. "God, you're so deep."

"I'm close." He choked, biting his lower lip as the pressure in his stomach got started to become too much.

"Cum inside me, Gardner. Fill me u-" You gasped as he came, pulsing spurts of heat releasing into your stomach as the throbbing of his length sent you over the edge. You gave a silent scream as you clenched tighly around him, your stomach flipping rhythmically with waves of bliss until you were left trembling in his arms.

He pulled out slowly, and you were so out of it you didn't even see him leave and return with a washcloth. He rubbed the inside of your knee sweetly with his thumb as he wiped away his arousal as it dripped out of your aching center.

"Gardner..." You whimpered pitifully, reaching for him when you saw him walking towards the door to discard the washcloth. He tossed it into the sink, trotting back over to where you sat limp in your bed. He wrapped you in his arms, kissing your forehead, "What's wrong?"

Your eyes were sleepy, " 'was cold without you. Didn't want you to leave me."

He tucked some hair behind your ear, brows furrowing with concern as he pecked your lips. "I won't leave you."

You smiled lazily, "I won't leave you either."

An hour later and you were asleep on Gardner's chest. He had admired you with a sweet smile on his face for as long as he had been able to keep his eyes open before he joined you in sleep, both of you blissfully unaware of the Turner Classic Channel still playing in the living room.

Gardner decided right before he fell asleep that he was ok with missing a few more cowboy movies if this was the trade off.

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