#u get up to use the bathroom at four in the morning and the hallway's haunted by weirdos so you just go back to bed

[fooltofancy]

no excuses only memes, ft. the forbidden polycule.

[worldismyne]

Almost Home Chapter 8

Summary: Harv takes shelter in a strange castle in the middle of the woods on his way back home. He only planned on staying one night. It’s just, there always seems to be a reason why it’d be a good idea to stay just one more night.

AU - Finn and Harv meet years after graduating.

Rating: M

Pairing: Harv/Finn

Series: Warrior U

Ao3 link

In the morning Harv had a massive headache that clawed at his eyes and down his neck. The gossamer curtains did little to shelter his eyes from the blinding daylight, so he did the next best thing. He buried his face into a swath patch of soft, warm skin. The contact helped ease the tension in his face a little and he let out a contented sigh.

"Get up!" The urgency in Finn's voice startled him as Finn clawed his way out of the covers. In his haste to crawl over Harv to get to the door, he kneed the poor man in the stomach and took a spill on the floor.

"Finn?" Harv was hurt, both physically and in other ways. He'd made a bit of a clingy nuisance of himself that night. The light was definitely not helping either. Harv stumbled around the room half blind until he found the ropes that held back the curtains and drew them closed. That's when he heard the other clamber for something in the lavatory, before the wretched sound of something painful and wet. The blond had maybe four glasses, but apparently that was enough to render him on all fours first thing in the morning.

The upstairs bathroom was darker and cooler than the bedroom had been. Harv had a robe draped over his arm for Finn to change into. From the light in the hall, he could see a pale outline of where Finn was, miserable with the shakes. Harv set aside the robe and kneeled next to him, every muscle screaming at him to go back to bed as he tried to comfort the blond through his dry heaves. Finn weakly laid the back of his hand against Harv's shoulder only to retract it in a panic.

"I didn't-" Finn wasn't able to quite finish the sentence in time before another wave of nausea hit. "I'm a mess right now, you shouldn't see me like this."

"I won't look." Harv said as he gently stroked Finn's back. "'sides it's my fault kinda." He was used to partying with warriors a head taller than him at the smallest. It'd deeply skewed his idea of tolerance and how often to fill an impressionable person's glass. A choked sob came out of Finn, followed by another shiver. "I'll get you something to wash your mouth with, hold on." He braved the light of the hallway and immediately felt like someone had punched him in the face. There had to be somewhere in this castle that wasn't filled with natural light for them to hide in.

"Harvey~" Finn weakly moaned for him to come back. "It's fine, I'll just use the sink." Finn moved at a glacial speed to the sink and freshened himself up as best he could. He slipped on the robe Harv had brought him, both the ugliest and softest from Finn's collection. Harv was blinding himself with his own hand as he waited for Finn to slink back out of the bathroom.

"I know something that'll help, but I'll need your eyes in the kitchen." He tried to remove his hand, but grimaced and put it back. "And, to uh, find the kitchen." Finn sighed, looping his hand around Harv's elbow and slowly guiding him there, every so often having to pause when his stomach threatened to lurch again.

-

When they made it to the kitchen, Finn drew every curtain as closed as it could go. Harv was on a stool and half slumped on the island counter, his eyes still closed. Finn put the kettle on the stove and waited for further instruction.

"We need tea that brews green." Harv said just loud enough for Finn to hear, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed hot coals. "One cup for each of us. Then one of the powder jars says it makes beef broth, the salty kind, yeah?"

"Yes." Finn said, Harv flinched a little at the sudden noise.

"Then a cup of each, and one cup of boiled water. Don't mix them together." Harv waited quietly and blocked out his ears when the kettle started to scream. "You take a sip of the tea, then the broth, then the water until all of its gone." Finn scowled, but prepared it all anyway. "You should be able to keep the broth down at least, if not a roll afterward." He felt the warmth from the cups set in front of him before he heard them hit the table. "Thank you. I would have done it, but, the light."

"Oh, I'm aware, I believe that was your intention." Finn hated the taste of plain tea, but Harv had been rather insistent it remain clear and sugarless if he wanted to keep it down. It was almost as bad as mother's potions. "Where did you learn about this stuff?"

"Old family recipe." Harv shrugged, slowly feeling relief as he rehydrated himself. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just... most people here don't think green tea's drinkable unless they've spoken with someone near the orient. It's not the easiest to come by." Finn regarded him with scarcely disguised amusement. "Especially for peasants."

"You just pick the leaves earlier is all." Harv shrugged. "What?" He had thought the days of Finn coyly setting up private jokes for himself were over, but clearly the bard had other plans.

"I suppose your family has other 'recipes' for things that ail you."

"Well, yeah, doesn't everyone?"

"I don't know about other people's homes, but mine certainly does." Finn grinned a little more at the clueless man who totally did not understand what Finn was implying. Everyone may have old wife's tales passed down from generation to generation, but very few of them did anything. "When exactly will it finish working?"

"An hour." Harv downed the last of his broth, ready to raid the fridge for food. "Are you able to stomach strong smells yet?" Finn shrugged, so Harv reached for a loaf of bread instead.

"It didn't snow last night." Finn said quietly. Harv tensed up as he cut himself a slice, thankfully facing away from the bard. He'd be okay to travel in a few hours if he was being entirely honest, but Finn would be stuck nursing a hangover alone. He couldn't possibly leave when Finn was unable to finish a single meal. "You might want to stay one more night, just to be sure..." He could feel Finn watching him, there was a specific thing he was supposed to say here, he could feel it.

"Yeah." Harv spoke with fondness, but he could see Finn's shoulders sag out of the corner of his eye. He offered Finn a small plate of bread and jam, Finn took it wordless and nibbled at the plain parts. This sort of silence unnerved Harv. "Is there a problem with me staying? If you want me out I could-"

"No!" Finn immediately reached for Harv's temple, having accidentally spoken too loud for the warrior's sensitive ears. "Sorry, I was just thinking more seriously about what that would mean is all... You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like." He withdrew his hand again. "Though, I'm sure your family misses you. I know I will... which..." Finn rotated the half-eaten bread in semi-circles on his plate. "When you think about it, you'd have to leave either way, won't you? They deserve to know you're okay. After everything that happened, a bunch of people deserve to know you're okay. The real question is whether you'd come back and well... I think it'd be easier for both of us if I didn't know yet."

"Finn, what do you mean?" Harv ditched his place setting to slide up next to Finn.

"If I know you're going to stay, I'll just keep clinging to you and trying to convince you not to set foot outside." Finn gripped Harv's shoulder. "And if I know you'll just leave in the end, I'll be even more of a mess while you're here. I don't want to say goodbye while in the throes of resentment or desperation and I don't want a repeat of last night either. I want today to be a good day. Then, if you come back, I'll have my answer." Finn sighed. "Three days isn't nearly enough to ask you to decide to make a huge change and I don't want you staying just because you feel bad or I need you for something. I want you to stay with me because it's something you want." He leaned against Harv's chest. "Can you do that for me?"

"Finn, I know I said a lot of stuff last night, I didn't mean to put that on you."

"Yeah, well, I meant every word. You're not taking me out in the snow."

"Sorry, a lot of stupid stuff seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Yeah," Finn was tense, but trying to laugh to keep the mood light, "like calling me treasure and all that."

"Is it really that stupid?" Harv bit his lip. "I thought it was kind of cute, but..."

"I'm not cute." Finn pouted, in complete denial of any compliment that didn't fit his idea of an ideal bard. "Usually, people use pet names thoughtlessly, it can leave one feeling... replaceable. But it wasn't the worst thing to be called, if you genuinely meant it... Did you?"

"I- uh-" Harv definitely could tell Finn was feeling better, but couldn't he just leave things be? Wasn't the whole part of muttering sweet nothings to one another was to not think about it too hard? "Of course." Finn didn't seem too satisfied with that answer. He pulled back, looking up at the warrior with a slight frown.

"Prove it."

"How am I supposed to-" Finn interrupted him with a brief kiss on the lips.

"I need a good soak and a nap, but afterward..." He brushed the braids out of Harv's face. "You'll show me what exactly you meant by that." He walked off, leaving Harv in the kitchen alone.

What had he gotten himself into? If this was the bard's idea of a respectable distance, he kind of feared what his definition of clingy was. There was a real chance that he was only seeing the side of Finn that Finn wanted him to see. The stack of cauldrons under the island was more than enough evidence that there were things Harv had been trying to ignore. He hadn't dared venture into the rooms flagged with red ribbons, that held who knows what; but Harv knew from stories no good came from breaking rules out of curiosity.

And yet, last night, he had gushed confessions he was now expected to keep, to trace back his drunken thought process on how he'd come to such conclusions so fast. Treasure meant different things to different people. To him, they were pretty things, often hidden away in hard-to-find places. Finn was both of those things, and yet was expecting there to be some deeper meaning behind Harv's words, something special. One thing Harv knew for certain.

Peasants didn't get to keep the treasures they found.

-

That evening the first thing Finn noticed coming downstairs was the jar of roses on the table in the sitting room. It was a sweet gesture, but he usually used that jar to store candies in. It would take a bit of washing to get the plant essence out of the jar again. The second was that Harv was nervously plucking at his harp in a way that would make any instructor's skin crawl.

"Is everything alright?" Finn asked. He grinned when Harv couldn't tear his eyes away from the finery Finn had picked out for the night. It was quite easily one of the most uncomfortable sets Finn owned, but leaving the man slack jawed was worth it. Everything had to be perfect tonight. "If it doesn't unnerve you, it can play a few things by itself." When Harv didn't have an immediate rebuttal, Finn walked up and clicked a bejeweled wheel to an emerald. "Well, technically, it's me playing; it just remembers what I played." Soft, lazy notes filled the room. "Kind of neat, isn't it?"

Harv took Finn's hand into his own and kissed his knuckle. He pulled the bard close, with a hand around his waist and started to sway. With each feather touch, Harv felt more grounded in the moment, but anytime the notes left room for silence, he felt his heart sink. He had to return to the real world tomorrow. A place where there were no magic harps, or endless hours to laze about, or purple-eyed bards vying for his attention. He'd be going to bed warmed by a different fire and the thought ached a bit more than he wanted to acknowledge.

"I would have danced with you sooner if I knew." Harv said. He rested his chin on the blond's head, not wanting the other to see the look on his face and get the wrong idea. Finn was more than happy to melt into him, resting his cheek against the other's breast bone. Neither dared to travel too far from the warmth of the hearth. A hand came up Harv's back to rest between his shoulder blades and Finn chuckled a little. "Now what?" Harv asked softly.

"Never thought I'd be able to feel a heartbeat from both sides before." Finn held him tight. "Are you nervous?"

"In a way..." Harv tried to get a look at Finn's face. "You have a way of making me feel ridiculous for saying things."

"Me?" Finn looked up at him with glassy eyes. "What did I do?"

"I don't know, breathe?"

"Well," Finn pouted and pinched Harv's cheek, "I'm not going to stop doing that anytime soon. I can't help it." He returned his hand to Harv's waiting one.

"I know... I just- Don't you ever say something and regret it?"

"...no..." Finn sounded quiet, fragile. "I try to be genuine. If that upsets some people, that's their problem."

"Not like that, like... like there are better words out there to say what you wanted." Harv sighed. "But you just can't find them in time or can't find them at all." He squeezed Finn's hand.

"That's why I like music." Finn relaxed a little. "Things that are hard to put into words can be put into other sounds."

"I... I can't do that either..." Harv looked down at the bard. He was, in many ways, all of the things he'd been warned against as a kid wrapped up in one person. He wasn't someone Harv should want anywhere near him, let alone romantically. Yet, now that he'd had a glimpse behind the veil of rumors, he wanted to know so much more. He hoped Finn's cologne would linger on his clothes so that when he got home he'd know this had all been real. So many promises he wished he could make that would never make it to his lips, because they were promises knew he couldn't keep. Knew better than to throw himself into certain exile in the hope it would keep the fluttering in his heart alive until they were both old. All things that would sound so silly out loud and some that were simply not feasible. "I wish I knew how to make you happy without losing myself. It's selfish, I know..."

"Harvey, I think that's a pretty ordinary thing to want." Finn kissed him sweetly on the lips. "At least we want the same thing." Finn wrapped his arms around Harv's neck to pull himself up a bit. "But I can lose myself tonight. It'll be okay." Harv lifted Finn up into his arms by his hips as Finn kissed him again. He set the man down onto the sofa a little rougher than he intended. "We can do anything you want tonight." Finn placed a single finger against Harv's lips. "If you do one thing for me... leave before I wake up?" He could feel those damn tears start to form again.

"Finn."

"I'm not going to say goodbye. I can't do it." He cupped Harv's cheek and pecked the other side. "So please, for me? Let me believe you'll stay a little longer."

"...Of course." Harv kissed every place on Finn's cheeks where tears had threatened to spill. Thankful that, for once, it seemed that was the right thing to say.

"Your things will be by the backdoor, just make sure to lock the gate behind you." Finn was cut off by a soft grumble as Harv cut him off with a kiss.

"Quit talking about things like that."

"Yes, of course." Harv watched Finn slip into a bittersweet delusion and the happy mask nearly broke his heart. "I'm yours tonight, I shouldn't talk about sad things."

"Only tonight?" Harv let his hands wander as he spoke. "That hardly seems fair. If only there was something I could do to get you to change your mind." Finn immediately covered his mouth with the back of his hand, just barely in time to cover up a few suppressed giggles. "Oh?" Finn kept trying to hide his face. "What's that? I didn't seem to catch that the first time." Finn rolled on his side to escape, and squealed when Harv pulled him back into his arms. "So, this is just a thing you do?"

"You insufferable ass." Finn laughed. "You know I find it embarrassing!" He lightly hit the arm Harv was using to keep him in his lap.

"I think it's kind of cute." Harv went to kiss Finn's neck when the bard stilled. "Finn?" The next thing he knew, he had been shoved so Harv was lying on the couch. There were few places for him to put his arms and legs, especially once the blonde crawled on top of him. Finn took a deep breath to recover before looking at Harv with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I am not cute." He crawled forward until their noses met, talking the whole while. "You may call me beautiful, seductive, or any other terms of adoration you feel fit; but not cute. Understood?" He smiled when Harv had to swallow before speaking. "Good." Finn tugged him by the hair to pull him into a deep kiss. "Is it just me... Or are you-" Harv pulled Finn closer by the hips and back of the neck for another chance to explore Finn's mouth. "I'll take that as a yes." Harv regretted a lot of the things he had to do while away from home as a soldier. The time he spent with Finn was not one of those things.

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. ���N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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peachy // draco x reader

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a/n: this idea kinda came from two different vids i saw on tik tok (@/biddieviv & @/endlessgarbage) and i really wanted to write them out or else they would just live in my head forever :) but thanks to those accounts for their amazing videos and i hope u guys like what i did w them! like and reblog <3

summary: Draco has always liked you, he just didn’t realize how much until you turned up to class with a hickey he didn’t give you.

CW: mentions of a knife (in the setting of eating)

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You had a rough start that morning. Your hair was knotted, you were missing a sock, and your eyes felt so swollen you didn’t think you’d ever open them again. Recalling last nights events, you regretted agreeing to Pansy’s idea of playing a muggle drinking game she had heard of on a Sunday night, especially now that you had to get up for early lessons. 

Groggily, you stumbled into the bathroom, careful not to wake up your friends in their four posters. Looking in the mirror, you were shocked to see a large purple bruise just under your ear. You grazed it with your fingertips and giggled to yourself at the idea of a tipsy Pansy daring a drunk Daphne to give you a hickey.

“Come on! Think of Draco’s face if he saw that!” Pansy pushed Daphne towards you, smiling like a maniac.

“Why would Draco care? We’re just friends,” you said, fiddling with the bottle you had been using to decide who was going to do the dare.

Pansy threw herself onto your lap, her eyes looking up at you, “Yeah, yeah, because he flirts like that with everyone.”

“He does not flirt with me!”

“Well,” Daphne said, moving over to you, “even if he doesn’t, won’t a hickey make for good conversation?”

You had managed to get to breakfast in time, just giving yourself ten minutes to grab a plate and stuff a peach in your pocket for later. Too soon was Pansy dragging you to Potions.

You and some of your housemates stood in the hallway in front of Snape’s class, waiting for him to open the door. You heard Draco laughing at something Blaise had said and turned your head to look. He caught your eyes and smirked handsomely at you. You returned a smile.

He began to saunter over to you, but Snape had just opened to door. Your mind was clouded from last night, and you couldn’t think straight anyways when it came to Draco.

You took your usual seat in the back with the rest of the Slytherins. Expecting Goyle’s usual presence to your left, you were surprised to see Draco shoving Goyle over and taking his seat. He gave you that smirk again and you looked away, feeling an awful headache behind your eyes. 

You spent most of Potions with your head down, trying to block out the little light Snape allowed in the class. Pansy noticed and elbowed you in the arm, you lifted your head up enough to peak at her and heard an earnest laugh from your right.

“Rough night?” Draco asked. He was cutting up some lavender into fine pieces. 

Keeping your eyes on his hands, you nodded your head yes.

“What’d you get her into Pansy? Corrupting our little y/n?” He drawled, and you melted a little when he said your name.

Pansy laughed and continued chopping the ingredients, happy to do the work for you.

You absentmindedly pushed your hair behind your ear, leaning back in your hard, uncomfortable stool.

“Is that a hickey?” Draco asked you in a hushed tone, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

You quickly untucked your hair and laid it over the bruise, but it was no use, Draco had seen it. His long slender fingers grazed your neck as they pushed your hair back. 

He bit his lip as he looked at your neck, a feeling of jealousy and lust mixing through him. 

Dropping your hair and his hand, he returned to his Potions work.

“Who gave you that?” he snarled.

The second Pansy heard his tone she elbowed you again and looked at you as if to say ‘I was right! I was right and you were wrong! Ha!’

You, however, felt a sting when Draco’s tone had changed like that. You had heard him talk like that to other people, Crabbe and Goyle, but he had never spoken to you like that. It shocked you a little.

“A girl never kisses and tells, Draco,” Pansy taunted from beside you.

You saw Draco clench the knife a little harder, and his lavender was being mauled by his angered chopping.

You had left Potions feeling quite confused. You hadn’t actually thought Draco would have cared, let alone notice. You knew you shouldn’t be mad at yourself, or Pansy, because Draco didn’t have any right to be angry with you. He had never asked you out, or made a move, but he wants to give you attitude for having fun? You had never thought Pansy was being serious about Draco, but after that class you found yourself thinking more about Draco.

You had a free period just before lunch that day. Pansy, Daphne, Millicent, and Tracey all had class, so you went to the lake to get a bit of peace.

Sitting against a trunk, you fished the peach from your pocket. Just before you began to cut it, you heard leaves crunching behind you. Turning to look, you saw Draco walking towards you.

“Y/n,” Draco breathed out, as if he was out of breath.

“Hey, Draco,” you replied, going back to your peach.

He watched as you cut it in half with a pocket knife, the blade sliding easily through the fruit. You were cutting it into wedges, one rested on the knife. You looked up at him from where you were sitting and held out the fruit to him.

“Want some?” you asked.

“Sure,” he took it off the knife and ate it, watching you as you cut yourself a wedge and ate it from the blade.

“Are you alright?” you asked, but he didn’t respond, his eyes were locked on the ground, “Draco?”

He looked up at you slowly, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Who gave you that hickey?” his voice was quiet and hushed, as if he were afraid someone would hear him.

“Draco,” you began, but he cut you off.

“Are you dating somebody?” the hurt in his voice made you less annoyed by his question.

Was he serious? Why would Draco care so much is Pansy wasn’t right? You wondered if you should be completely honest with him, tell him you wouldn’t want to date anyone if it wasn’t him.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then who gave you that?” he took a step closer to you and pointed at your neck.

“I-”

“Y/n,” His eyes bore into yours with such intensity that you couldn’t think. 

He took another step closer and sat down next to you, resting his head against the tree. His leg was touching yours.

“Why do you care so much, Draco?” You finally said, needing him to say it aloud.

He didn’t move, his head was still pressed against the tree and his eyes were looking up at the sky. His hair fell back off his forehead at this angle, and his neck was exposed to you.

Finally, he dropped his head. Turning to you, he wouldn’t meet your eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek.

Turning away from him, you had given up. Just as you did, his hand reached up and cradled your jaw, pulling you towards him. Your lips were inches apart, and his hand spread from your jaw to your neck. His fingers grazed the hickey on your neck and you shivered. He looked intently at your lips and licked his own.

You decided to lean in. You molded together perfectly, both of you tasting like peaches. Your eyes fluttered shut and you pressed your body against his, yearning for more. His other hand captured your face, and he pulled you closer. You had leaned so close that you toppled over, landing on Draco. You placed your palms on his chest to brace the fall and he laughed, his cheeks hinting with pink. You were sure your nose was crimson from the cold breeze.

“You taste like peaches,” Draco mumbled, pulling you back into him.

[slafkovskys]

i think bo would be so cute ang clingy after a roady🥺🥰 like hed just need to be w u always

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

it was the whining that woke you up. that and the large paw that rested on your chest. you peak your eyes open to find charlie staring back at you, head cocked to the side as he sits between you and bowen. you grumble, “what is it charlie?”

he looks to your closed bedroom door and back down at you, huffing loudly. you rub at your eyes, “you need to go out? is that what’s going on?”

something switches inside of him and turns and leaps off of your bed and scrambles over to your door. he pushes it open with his nose and quickly makes his way down the hallway. bowen makes a noise from beside you, “what’s going on?”

“charlie needs to go out,” you mumble as you throw the blanket away from your body and stand up. you stretch your arms above your head as you pad over to your dresser and pull out a pair of sweatpants, “i’ll be back in a little bit, i guess.”

“let me go piss and then i’ll come with you,” he grumbles, voice scratchy from sleep. he steps out of your bed and makes his way over to the bathroom, “what time is it, anyway?”

“4:30,” you grab a pair of sneakers and stop in front of the bathroom, “you don’t have to come with me, bow. you got in late and i know that you’re tired.”

“you’re a nineteen year old girl and it’s four o’clock in the morning, y/n. i’m not letting you go out there alone,” he shakes his head as he washes his hands. he turns towards you and places a kiss on the crown of your head before nudging you towards the door, “i think someone’s waiting for you.”

you watch as he steps into the bathroom and you sigh, knowing what was happening. he was always a little bit clingy when he got back from road trips. it didn’t matter what you were doing (going to the grocery store, getting your hair done, etc.) he was usually right by your side for the first couple of days.

you make your way down the hall and grab charlie’s leash from on top of the counter. he runs over to you and jumps around, making it difficult for you to attach it to his collar, “you gotta sit dude. you can’t go out without your leash.”

he huffs before plopping down rather dramatically on your floor. you clip on his leash and pet his head, “see? that wasn’t so hard.”

“you’re talking to the dog?” bowen asks. you turn around to find him smirking at you lazily as he pulls a beanie over his messy hair. “it’s snowing, by the way. grab your coat.”

“okay dad,” you roll your eyes and hand bowen the leash so that you can grab your coat from the hook. you grab your keys and open the door for them, smiling as charlie bursts out into the hall and pulling bowen along with him. “give him his workout char.”

“yeah that’s your house bud,” charlie stops outside the door to where he lived and smells it before heading towards the elevator. charlie’s owner, an older man named mike, had gone on a business trip and asked you to dog sit in his absence. it wasn’t the first time you watched charlie and it likely wouldn’t be the last as you both equally adored each other.

as the elevator doors slide shut, you let your head rest on bowen’s arm. he chuckles, “not awake yet?”

“‘m not supposed to be up for another three hours,” you mumble with your eyes closed. “very, very sleepy.”

“you could’ve woken me up and i would’ve taken him,” bowen sighs, throwing an arm over your shoulders as the elevator doors slide open. you walk towards the exit, charlie leading you both excitedly.

you roll your eyes and push open the door, “not by yourself, you wouldn’t have. you would have made me come with you because that’s what you do when you come back from road trips.”

he makes a noise, squeezing you closer as you make your way to the area that sectioned off for the dogs. “what do you mean when i come back from road trips?”

you shrug, “you’re always so touchy when you come home. you want to go everywhere that i go. the nail salon, the grocery store, when i’m taking a bath, etc.”

“oh,” he removes his arm from your shoulder and bends down to let charlie off of his leash. he avoids your gaze when you look up at him. “i guess i never realized.”

you were outside for less than ten minutes and in that entire time, he didn’t reach back for you. you lean on him again in the elevator, but he keeps his arms glued to his sides while you take responsibility for charlie.

while you give charlie a treat, bowen heads straight for your bedroom where you find him already under the covers when you make it back there yourself. you take off your clothes and use the bathroom before sliding back into your spot.

bowen still doesn’t move a muscle.

“what’s wrong?” you say, rolling onto your side to stare at your boyfriend. he’s laying on his back, hands clasped together on his stomach as he stares at the ceiling, “you look like you’re thinking hard.”

“i don’t mean to be,” he mumbles. you reach a hand out to clasp onto his arm. he looks at you then and he sighs, “i don’t mean to be clingy or whatever. i just- when i’m gone i miss you. i love you so much, y/n, and it sucks to be away from you.”

“bow,” you mumble, pulling on his arm so that he would face you, “i didn’t mean it as a bad thing. touch is your love language and that’s okay. it’s nice to know that you want to be with me, that you love me. i’m sorry if it sounded like i was complaining about it because i promise you that i don’t mind.”

he tucks his head into your chest and you let him, running a hand through his blonde hair as he wraps his arms around your waist, “even when i sit beside you when you’re taking a bath to talk to you?”

you smile, “it’s nice having company sometimes.”

[unbridgeabledistances]

omg hey I was wondering if you could write something about gallavich being walked in on by someone but they’re like cuddling or doing something really soft and intimate? Can be set any season <3

anon i LOVE this prompt <3 i decided to merge it with another prompt that i just got:

Ian waking up before Mickey, and watching him sleep, and Mickey teasing him when he realizes what Ian is doing.

also, i’m using this as an excuse to once again write the bath scene that we all want but never received (inspired by the intro to 11x05😔), and this takes place just before season 11- i hope u enjoy!!<3

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It was an early, silent Saturday morning—which was incredibly rare for the Gallagher house, but Ian wasn’t going to complain. The sunlight streamed down in ribbons through the broken blinds, casting a slanted glow onto the bed where he and Mickey were laying. Ian had woken up before Mickey, like he pretty much always did, but today he didn’t get up and put the coffee on or pull on a hat to go on his brisk morning jog like he usually would; today, he curled even deeper under the warm cocoon of his blankets that were staving off the winter chill and wriggled closer to Mickey, leaning into the heat that was radiating off of his body.

Someone had definitely paid the heating bill—thank fucking god—but it was still the dead of winter in Chicago, and the rickety walls of the Gallagher house weren’t known the be the most heat retentive, which meant that most mornings everyone sleeping on the second floor woke up to a drafty chill that sunk into the floorboards until someone decided to crank up the heat when they woke in the morning. But this morning, Ian couldn’t hear the familiar crackling of the radiator in the hall, or anyone bustling in the kitchen like usual- Lip and Tami had some doctor’s appointment for Fred, Debbie had a handywoman job and had left early, Carl was staying over some girl’s house and Liam had slept over at a friend’s. He and Mickey had taken advantage of having a mostly-empty house last night; last night was all skin and sweat and scathing touches, the heat of Mickey’s skin pressing against his. And now there was this- the frigid, fragile silence of the next morning, with Mickey laying there asleep next to Ian, with his mouth half open and an innocence in his sleeping face that was so bare and genuine that it almost hurt to look at.

They’d been so caught up in the flurry of shit going on for the both of them- the pandemic, Ian’s new job, just trying to make ends meet and keep the house running- that Ian realized he hadn’t really sat and looked, actually looked, at Mickey’s face for such a long time. He’d seen Mickey’s face plenty considering they were trapped around each other 24/7, sure, but it was the same catch-22 as when they’d shared a prison cell; being around each other all the time kept them from wanting, kept them from missing, kept them from realizing what was right in front of them. He and Mickey were constantly bumping elbows and getting in each other’s space and pressing against each other to blow off steam, but they hadn’t really sat in silence since this whole thing started- it was pretty impossible to, in the Gallagher house. Ian suddenly realized he couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d woken up curled around Mickey- usually these days they spread onto their separate sides of the bed, slept on their own separate islands across the mattress. Ian wasn’t really sure when that had started- he remembered that night on the docks, years ago when Mickey had busted out of prison, and how the entire night as they’d slept in the van he had clung to Mickey like the shirt on his skin, like he wanted to soak him up and absorb him into the soft place in his chest that had always been reserved for Mickey, that everyone else just fit into wrong. But at some point after the wedding, between the lockdown and the bills piling up and Lip moving out, they’d just… drifted.

And now, staring at Mickey in the glow of the morning light, all Ian wanted was that innocent closeness again, that swirl of warmth in the pit of his stomach that made him feel completely and totally safe. He inched even closer to Mickey under the covers, draping a heavy arm over Mickey’s waist. He nuzzled his chilly nose to the base of Mickey’s neck, breathing in the scent of Mickey’s warm skin, all cheap shampoo and earthy cigarette smoke. Ian felt a raw ache unfurling in his chest at Mickey’s solid, comforting presence beside him- Mickey had been here all along, but Ian had missed this.

Suddenly, Mickey shifted and rustled the sheets, and Ian lifted his face from the crook of his neck, keeping his arm resting across Mickey’s torso. Mickey let out the gentlest of exhales as he woke, and Ian’s heart ached. Mickey rubbed the heel of his palm to his eyes, disoriented and probably more than a little confused about how close Ian was leaning to him as he watched Mickey intently with wide eyes.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Mickey asked, his voice gravelly and sleep-soft.

Ian gave him a lopsided smile. “Nothing. Just admiring my husband.”

Mickey’s eyes finally fully opened, wide enough for him to roll them as he pushed Ian away, pressing a solid hand to the center of his chest.

“You’re fucking soft, Gallagher.”

Ian just kept smiling a dopey smile, then reached with double the force in to encircle Mickey with his arms, feeling Mickey stiffen and squirm underneath him at first, and then unconsciously exhale into the bear hug of an embrace. There.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

That was the thing about Mickey; sometimes (hell, most of the time) he rejected intimacy like a cat that didn’t want to be pet, like someone that wasn’t used to soft touches or slow advances and only knew hard and fast and now. It had been an uphill battle to get here, so many years of being apart and together and then apart again, but now they were at the point where whenever Ian made advances to caress Mickey, Mickey would roll his eyes and feign resistance just before preening and melting into Ian’s touch.

Ian listened to Mickey’s steady breaths, and felt the vibration of his heartbeat against his chest. Mickey’s eyes were closed again, his lips pressed in a slight, contented smile as he soaked up Ian’s touch. Ian hummed in satisfaction, then pressed his face against the side of Mickey’s neck, breathing him in. The clouds of sleep hadn’t yet cleared, and for a timeless moment Ian let himself inhale the sweet skin at the crook of Mickey’s collarbone as the morning light pooled on their skin.

After a few minutes Ian softly cleared his throat, which was dry and slightly scratchy from the chill of the room. “What d’you wanna do today?”

Mickey rotated onto his side so he was facing Ian, his eyes still half-closed and his expression soft and dreamlike.

“A whole lot of nothing, Gallagher,” Mickey murmured sleepily.

Mickey’s face was millimeters from Ian’s, and Ian tasted his words more than he heard them. And then Ian couldn’t really do anything except slyly smile and bridge the gap between them, pressing a series of chaste kisses between their chapped lips. Mickey quickly escalated the embrace, pressing his mouth hotly against Ian’s and bringing his blazing palms up to the side of Ian’s neck to pull him closer, pressing his hips against the side of Ian’s torso and making Ian feel a rush of heat that zipped all the way down to his toes. And he would have kept kissing Mickey, if it wasn’t for the blitz of heat that drew such a stark contrast to just how cold the bedroom still was, the sharp chill still numbing Ian’s nose and ears and cheeks. Ian pulled away, leaving inches between his face and the face of an eager Mickey that was still clinging to the back of Ian’s neck.

“It’s fucking freezing. No one turned the heat on this morning.”

“So? Who cares? Bet I can warm you up, hot stuff.”

Ian rolled his eyes in what was supposed to be annoyance, but he knew the gesture ended up looking overly fond. “Mick, the blankets barely cover the bottom half of my legs. It’s not my fault you’re a four-foot-tall blanket hog.”

Mickey shoved Ian away again, then playfully rolled onto his chest. “First of all, fuck you. And second of all, it’s not my fault that I’m married to the fucking Jolly Green Giant. Use your new job money to invest in a bigger blanket and quit your whining, bitch.”

Ian grinned, then gently rolled Mickey off of his chest. “Seriously, Mick, give me two seconds, I just wanna turn up the heater and take a warm shower or some shit.”

Mickey sighed defeatedly but accepted the loss, curling himself up in the blankets as Ian rose from the bed. “Whatever. I’m going back to bed.”

Ian rolled his eyes. “Of course you are.”

Ian slowly stretched, then grabbed a discarded towel that was crumpled in the corner beside the dresser. He slid open the flimsy bedroom door and adjusted the thermostat on the wall in the hallway, cranking the heat so at least Mickey could peacefully sleep for another few hours without freezing to death. Then he ambled into the bathroom and turned the shower faucet as high as it could go, the scalding spray immediately raining down.

Ian reached over to the bathroom shelf to grab his shampoo bottle, and his eye landed on the small pink bottle of Franny’s bubble bath. Suddenly, he had the perfect idea. He shut off the shower and immediately turned the tap for the bathtub on, starting to let the base of the tub pool with steaming water.

He turned back down the hallway and peeked his head around the corner into the bedroom. Mickey was probably not asleep again yet, but he was convincingly curled in a cocoon of blankets in the middle of the bed, his face pressed into the pillow and the duvet wrapped half around his head.

“Hey. Mick. You wanna take a bath?” Ian half-whispered.

Mickey groggily poked his head up from under the covers, his hair sticking up in all directions. “A fucking bath?” he asked sleepily, squinting at where Ian stood in the doorframe. “Isn’t that kind of… gay?”

Ian sighed. “We’re gay, Mickey. Calm the fuck down. Do you want to take a bath with me or not? Everyone’s gone, we’ve got the whole day to ourselves.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows, like he was still unconvinced but mulling it over. Then he started to lazily attempt unwrap himself from the layers of blankets around him. “Fuck it. Got too cold when you left the bed anyways.”

Ian smirked. “Water’s running. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Ian turned back into the bathroom once more, and squirted a few healthy doses of Franny’s bubble bath into the tub that was starting to fill with foamy suds. He undressed and slid into the bath, instantly feeling his tense muscles thaw as they hit the warm water. He leaned his head back onto the rim of the tub, letting himself lay there with his eyes closed until he felt the water inching up his torso, the air thick with the sweet floral smell of the bubble bath.

“Mick, c’mere!” Ian called, praying that Mickey had extracted himself from the blankets and not fallen asleep again. A few moments later a very sleepy and rumpled Mickey was standing in the doorway rubbing his eyes, and then zeroing in on Ian laying in the tub.

“Yeah, this might be the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Ian flipped him off, then scooted so he was sitting upright in the bath. “You coming in?”

Mickey seemed hesitant, but started to fumble with the tie of his flannel pajama pants. “Guess so.”

Ian smiled contentedly. “Come on.”

Mickey dubiously climbed into the tub, one leg after the other, and then slid to settle against Ian’s chest. Ian felt Mickey’s muscles relaxing against him, all of his usual tightness succumbing to the ripples of pleasant water enveloping them. Mickey leaned his head back onto Ian’s chest, exhaling.

“Yeah, okay. This is pretty fucking nice.”

Ian smirked. “Told you. Not too gay?”

Mickey scoffed. “Fuck you.”

Mickey closed his eyes, and Ian couldn’t resist lifting a hand to Mickey’s head and starting to run slow circles through his hair, tracing gentle patterns that he knew always made Mickey doze off. The bathroom was full of steam rolling off of the scalding water, the bubbles foaming and fizzing around them. Ian felt so perfectly content, sitting here with the sturdy weight of his husband pressing him down, breathing in the sugary scent of the bubbles sticking to Mickey’s skin and letting his own eyelids droop…

And then suddenly, Lip came barging through the door.

Immediately Mickey’s eyes flew open, his body tensing up. Lip just stood in the doorframe, his posture casual but frozen on the spot, staring at a very frilly smelling (and a very naked) Mickey and Ian laying in a bubble bath together.

Lip pursed his lips, like he was choking back a laugh.

“Uh. Hey guys. Didn’t think anyone was in here, considering the…silence.”

“Well, clearly we are, so get the fuck outta here!” Mickey was no longer drowsily collapsed onto Ian’s chest, sitting up straight and pointing at the door for emphasis. Ian just put his hand to his forehand and grimaced. So much for having the place to ourselves.

Lip snorted, still undoubtedly trying to hold back an avalanche of laughter, but he turned and started the close the door. As he was shutting it, Ian called after him.

“Lip, I thought you and Tami had some doctor’s appointment with Fred?”

Lip was in the hallway behind the closed bathroom door now, but he cracked it to let his voice in. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to compose himself. “Uh, yeah. Those usually only last an hour, though.”

Jesus. Maybe Ian had just been swept up in all the sappy emotions for the morning, but he could have sworn Lip and Tami were usually gone for hours whenever they had weekend errands to run. Oh well, it wasn’t really a big deal- half of the Gallaghers had seen each other in compromising positions, since privacy was definitely a somewhat foreign concept within these four walls. But underneath Mickey’s bravado when he was kicking Lip out, Ian noticed that Mickey’s cheeks were glowing red. And Ian totally got it; the two of them had been walked in on fucking plenty of times- hell, that was the whole theme of their hookups in the back of the Kash and Grab when they were in high school- but there was something about this, being interrupted in a truly vulnerable moment, that felt more excruciatingly embarrassing somehow.

Ian looked down at Mickey, who was still staring off into space at the closed door. Finally, he spoke.

“We’ve gotta get our own fucking place.”

Ian breathed out a laugh, and kissed the side of Mickey’s temple. “Yeah, we really do.”

[blissfulsun]

The very last part of lessons in love❣️ It’s been a long but rewarding process to finish my first ever series, I hope you all enjoy (i’m not fully happy with it but I’ve kept u guys waiting for so so long, I hope it’s the ending you all had in mind)🥺💗

word count: 1,707

What I learned from love (us) // Jeff Wittek

Empty. The room, the bed, and you. 

A quiet that feels so heavy it settles in the darkest depths of your chest and simultaneously claws at your throat, invisible to the naked eye as you stumble out of bed that morning and tiptoe down the stairs with the hope akin to that of a child on Christmas morning sparking at your shaky fingertips, only to find the rest of the apartment desolate of even his cologne. 

You hope it’ll wash away with the bed sheet haphazardly stripped off the bed and into the washing machine, with the bathroom tiles scrubbed to shining perfection: this realisation that your twenty for hours were just that. 

One day: one thousand four hundred and forty minutes, eighty six thousand and four hundred seconds that seem far more abstract in their numbers to hold enough time to allow you to both love and lose like never before. 

Jeff doesn’t call: doesn’t ring your cellphone or your door. 

There’s no good morning text or a picture of Nerf or a random dog he saw that day. 

You avoid the rest of your friends like the plague, unaware of the recent events that transpired between the two best friends. 

The deadline for your assignment works in your favour, reason enough to cut every call short and answer each message in the group chat with a polite no. 

Jeff’s name lacks even within that thread of texts. It’s like he’s never existed. 

But the ache in your chest and the tears staining your pillow serve as reminder that’s far from the truth, they gather in your eyes as you blankly stare at your reflection in the empty word document on your laptop for days, only allowing them to fall in the now cold familiarity of your shower or bed. 

Love is crippling, you realise. 

Finally feeling it for the first time but wishing for the undoing of it in the aftermath. 

Until you realise, this is not who you are. 

Staring at the shell of the girl with rosy cheeks and dainty fingers, hair lazily thrown up and his t-shirt adorning your body: 

a last act of masochism before you throw it out with the garbage that night, staying up until the sun comes up as you fingers type away with the deadline looming over your morning. 

It garners you the highest grade in your lecture, a mention by the professor in front of the whole class and a spot at the literature event he’s hosting for the department. 

You thought this heartbreak might feel more poetic as you watch the ink print across the pages. 

That it’ll become less heavy from theory to practice, parking outside the familiar apartment building but sitting in your car for another fifteen minutes before you decide to head inside. 

You realise it doesn’t when your feet turn in the direction of the stairs, prolonging the inevitable only to find Jeff’s apartment vacant anyway. 

There’s traffic on the way home. And for the first time in a long time you’re fine with being stuck in one spot for so long, the tips of your fingers growing cold at the thought of reentering your home. 

Because now, home is a person, has been for a while but you were maybe too blind to notice, too busy filling seconds of silence with laughter, eyes find those familiar pools of brown in every room, shoulders dropping their weight in his presence, fingers slotting in between much larger ones with timely practise. 

For a moment, you convince yourself you somehow fabricate the smell of Jeff’s cologne in the hallway leading to your apartment door, heartbeat accelerating in your chest and legs stumbling to get around the corner while your mind screams at you. It falls quiet when you’re met only with the dark wood of your front door. 

On the other side of town, Jeff stumbles into his own apartment, defeated at the lack of answer at your door earlier that night, foot steps heavy and falling short at the sight of an envelope on his floor.

More silence. Just as heavy on your chest as you clear your throat and frantically glance around the room. 

This time, it’s somewhat welcomed as your mind recollects itself before you look down at the pieces of paper in your hand. 

The words feel wrong as they leave your mouth, stinging on the tip of your tongue. 

Your mind knows they shouldn’t be read aloud like this: to a room full of people, strangers, who’ll only hear the pretty ornaments that barely scratch the surface. Y

ou go ahead anyway, stuttering through the first sentence while students and lecturers alike gather around to listen: 

‘Descartes wrote I think, therefore I am. A dutiful observation of his existence. I am. I wake up each morning, get out of bed and choose to live, though not all of us truly do. I certainly haven’t. I think, therefore I am.’ 

He didn’t come, your mind echoes the sentiment over and over. 

If your heart had thus far remained intact by no less than your entire strength, it’s falling apart right now. 

‘But I do not love, not the boy with blushing cheeks and clammy hands, the one who steals my first kiss under the bleachers, or the next one to follow with flowers and confessions made on the steps of my mother’s old porch, not even the freckled man with a guitar on his back and a promise of forever in his mouth.’ 

There’s practised precision to the way you read the words aloud, eyes glancing away from the sentence that have been ingrained in your mind, finding pools of brown standing tall in the crowd. 

You smile at Jeff, stuck between the relief spurting in your throat and the instinct to run, continuing somehow:

‘And I’m not good at this, always stutter over confessions and stumble through these feelings but with you? I’d follow blindly, rough around the edges but comforting like the first time I held your hand in mine. One day, I’ll hope to say I love you without decorating the words with ‘get home safe’ or ‘sleep tight’ or even ‘you make me a better person’. 

It garners a half broken smile from your best friend, his hands nervously fumbling with the pockets of his suit jacket. 

‘It will be like any other Tuesday night, except our stars will align. The violet undertones of my veins will spill. Heart strings will play to an awaiting choir and these words will finally hold enough meaning, far more poetic than the silence we’ve endured in the aftermath. For now, I grieve for the girl I was before you, perfectly unknowing, waking up each morning but choosing not to live. I grieve for the woman I am now, knowing yet choosing to wake up each and every new morning. I love, therefore I am.’ 

The applause shakes you away from the intense eye contact, professor’s hand patting your upper back as he engages you in a conversation you’re frankly too lost to follow. 

The words might be pretty, soft enough in their realisation to keep you busy with pointless conversation from their listeners: when Jeff finally makes his way to the front, shy in his steps in your direction, flowers clutched in his right hand as the other flies up to scratch through the brown locks at the nape of his neck.

The two of you stand like that for a while, awkward and quiet until you clear your throat and ask, ‘Are those..are they for me?’ 

For a moment, Jeff looks lost at the words until he finally glances at the bouquet clutched in his grasp. 

‘What?...I - yeah’ they’re clumsily shoved in your direction with that. 

‘Darling, look...I-’ Jeff sighs, space between your bodies growing smaller as your best friend nears. 

‘Why did you leave?’ you interrupt, the question whispered and cheeks aflame when you glance up to his towering height. 

Jeff has the decency to look lost for a moment, brows furrowed before his eyes shift and jaw clenches at the realisation. 

‘I didn’t know if I could do it.’ Jeff begins, hands quick to wrap safely around your waist when you begin to pull away at his words, like a wounded animal, not ready to hear the rest of his speech if it’s to carry similar tone of rejection. 

‘Y/n..’ his deep voice begs. When you find yourself glancing up there’s sudden depth there, shades of brown and green mixing together enough to keep you hypnotised long enough to let Jeff continue. 

‘I - we - we wouldn’t just be a trial run alright? If we do this, take that next step...then there’s no going back for me. If I get to wake up next to you, have breakfast together, go on dates and hold your hand, get to -to kiss you? Then you can’t expect me to ever be able to stop.’ 

There’s no pause to his words, no stutter or shaky breath as the confession settles in him and simultaneously washes over you in a room full of strangers and snobby class mates. 

You release a breath for what feels like the first time in a week as your hands involuntarily find their way to his chest, body swaying into Jeff’s like second nature, like what feels as if too long ago in your shower. 

‘You mean?’ you bite your lip, eyes searching his as everything else blurs into the background. ‘I love you.’ Jeff replies, delirious giggle escaping his lips as tears line your eyes. 

Neither of you can help the goofy, ear splitting smiles that stretch across your mouths. 

They remain that way even as your smaller body jumps up and Jeff’s own leans down only to tighten his hold around your frame when your lips touch for the very first time, clumsy and with teeth clicking as you both refuse to stop grinning even for a short while. 

That night, you fall asleep in the safety of his arms, legs intertwined under the covers while you drift off with the knowledge that tomorrow, you’ll get to wake up beside your best friend, the person that’s quite likely the love of your life. 

And then again the night after that...and the night after that, hopefully, for the rest of your life. 

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Bby, you think u can just leave me hanging like that after all those filthy Dabi pix? Since youre being a brat, how abt a prompt, "Fix your attitude, or I'll fuck it out of you" with Dabi. 🍡ily

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Filthy Dabi pics run my life. 🥵

Fix The Attitude || {NSFW} Dabi x Reader

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The hideout was quiet. You sat at the bar with Shiggy as Kurogiri poured you both a drink. With every laugh that came from you, you could feel those piercings blue eyes on you. Your boyfriend had always been a jealous person, and just the fact that Shigaraki could make you laugh was turning his vision red.

Dabi stood from the chair he had been seated in and walked to the bar, leaning against it. “Listen, sugar, we need to have a talk.”

You turned to him, you knew the only reason he wanted to pull you away was so that Shiggy would leave you alone. He had never been the fondest of him, he was civil because Shigaraki was the leader. “I don’t think so, I’m fine right where I am.”

Shigaraki looked between the two of you. “It’s alright Y/n, don’t worry about it.”

“Just ignore him Shiggy and he’ll go away.” As you turned back to your conversation you caught the now angering eyes of Dabi.

Dabi slammed his hand on the counter and laughed mockingly. “Yea, Shiggy, don’t worry about me. I’ll just go away.” 

Just the way he said Tomura’s name sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could even say another word to him Dabi left the room, his heavy footsteps being heard going up the stairs. 

“I don’t want you to have to deal with him Y/n, just go.” Shiggy knew all too well about Dabi’s temper. “I’ll just talk to you in the morning.”

You sighed and placed your beer back on the bar. “He’s the last thing I want to deal with right now Tomura.” But you left the room, walking down the dark hallway toward your bedroom, ready to deal with the anger that Dabi would have from you disobeying him. 

When you entered the room Dabi was standing in front of the dresser in his boxers and t-shirt, getting ready to lay down for the night. His shirt was halfway over his head when you opened the door. He threw the shirt to the floor and watched you, the anger in his face still evident. You had grown used to the easily frustrated man’s temper, so it didn’t scare you anymore like it used to. “What’s your problem Dabi?”

His eyes narrowed. “What’s my problem?” A breathy laugh escaped his lips. “My problem is the fact that my girlfriend is at the bar flirting it up with her boss.”

“Don’t be dramatic Dabi, you know I can’t stand that shit. There was nothing flirty going on there.”

“You know what I can’t stand?” You stopped in your tracks as you had been heading to the bathroom. “Your attitude.” Dabi’s tall figure approached you, his rough hands grabbed your arm and pushed you against the wall behind you. “I think you need to fix your attitude before I fuck it out of you.” A smirk pulled at his lips as he loomed over you. 

You ran a hand down his bare chest, lightly scraping him with your fingertips. The feeling of the silver staples that riddled his body cool to the touch. “What attitude?” You grasped his chin in your hands, pulling his face down to yours. “Whatever are you talking about Dabi?”

Dabi grasped your arm and spun you around, pushing you forward. You threw your hands out and grabbed the edge of the bed in front of you. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you then, even better for me.”

His hand wrapped into your hair and pulled you back to him. His breath was warm against your ear. His words making you weak at the knees. “Get on your knees like daddy’s good little girl.”

You fell to your knees as he dropped his boxers. His erection was waiting for you. You grasped his length in your hands and as you moved toward it you felt a hand against the back of your head. With one swift movement, your mouth enveloped his cock. His strong hands pushed your mouth onto it, helping guide you over his erection. Dabi had never been afraid to push you to the limit. He pushed your head farther, your eyes watering as his cock went farther down your throat. “Look at you dollface, taking my cock so well.”

When his hand finally let go of the back of your head you slowly stood. His hands ran down your sides and he spun you by your hips. You dropped onto the bed on all fours as a harsh slap sent tingles through you. Dabi grabbed your skirt and pushed it up, exposing the bare skin of your ass. “Dabi... I can’t take it anymore.”

Dabi ran his hand down your ass cheeks, trailing toward your now aching cunt. “Is that more attitude I’m hearing from you?” He grasped his erection in his hands and you felt it slide against your folds. 

A small moan sounded from you at the touch. He slowly slid his tip into your entrance. You attempted to move your hips backward, trying to move further onto his length. His hands grasped your hips and stopped you. “Now now, don’t be in such a rush darling.”

He thrust into you, the cool feeling of the staples on your lower back as he slid his hand up it. His pace started off slow, teasing you more and more. He knew that all you wanted was him to be relentless with him. Another harsh slap landed on your ass as his pace picked up. He had activated his quirk with his last slap, the feeling lingering on your skin. The faster his pace the harder it was for you to hold yourself up. Each thrust made you weaker and weaker as the room filled with the moans and grunts that escaped the two of you. 

You could feel your walls tightening around him, knowing that you were coming close to your orgasm. His hand grabbed your hair again, pulling you up to him. Your bodies touched as he spoke in your ear. “Come for daddy.” A rough kiss was planted on your cheek. “I wanna see you quiver underneath me.”

His sexy tone was easily pulling you to your climax. And by the sounds coming from him he was reaching his as well. His hips planted on your hips again, helping keep you in place while he pounded into you. Your sight turned white as your orgasm washed over you, shattering all your senses as you tried to hold yourself up. Dabi’s thrust pushed you forward as your limbs grew weak and collapsed onto the bed. “I’m almost there doll.” A couple hard thrusts later you felt the warmth of his hot seed filling you.

Dabi pulled out of you and slapped your ass one more time. You rolled over onto your back and watched him as he pulled his underwear back up. You straightened out your skirt as his deep voice filled the room. “Now is your attitude gone? Cause I’ll make sure it stays away if I have too.”

BNHA Content Taglist 💕 @chidori-mint @kurobo 

[babyspiderling]

Up To Interpretation Michael Jackson x reader

(Victory Tour)

I stand on the corner of the stage, the arena dead silent around me. I hear a radio playing softly from somewhere backstage and I sign along, closing my eyes and letting my hands dance and tell the story the singer weaves. I hear the click of hard souls on the concrete, their clacks drawing closer to me. The squeak of sneakers, or some kind of rubber soled shoe follows behind the first set. I don't stop signing through the interruption, focused on keeping up with the speed and the intent behind it. I hear both feet whispering to each other, but I don't pay them any mind. I have to be perfect for the first performance of the tour. The rubber soles squeak away as the click clack of the other pair grows closer. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to the hard soled feet. I am met with one of the singers I am interpreting tonight. I concentrate on his eyes, signalling him to go on. Behind him, I see one of his brothers run up behind him, his rubber sneakers squeaking across the stage, a notebook and pen in hand. He shouts "I got what you asked for Mike!" Mr. Hard Shoes glances over his shoulder and accepts the items. Opening the book, he scribbled down on the paper. He quickly shoves the book into my hands and gestures to me to read what he had written. "Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. Who are you and what are you doing here?" His handwriting is a bit difficult to read, random capitalization's here and there, and the words scribbled quickly and carelessly. I guess I was taking too long to read the note, sneakers huffing out a "Great, not only is she deaf, but illiterate." I swallow and hand the book back to Michael, turning to sneakers. I stare him in the face as I sign. "Me not deaf. Me hearing. Me don't speak. Me sign. Me sign for you."

A/N: This is ASL Gloss, The sentence structure for ASL is a bit different than regular English. ASL is quick and to the point, since there are no signs for words like "and" "the" "or" etc. Deaf People are not cavemen, they can express the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas we can, they just do it a little differently.

His mouth drops open a little bit in confusion, his eyes locked on mine as he says to Michael, "What is she saying and why is she staring at me?" I roll my eyes and turn back to Michael. I sign "Your book, you give me? Please?" Michael gets the picture, the sign for book clueing him in. "Oh! You want my notebook? Here." He hands me the notebook and pen and I write carefully and legibly. "I'm not deaf. I'm actually hearing. I'm mute, so I sign. I'm your interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour." I hand the book back and patiently wait for him to read it. He playfully smacks sneakers upside the head, laughing out a "You idiot, she's not a crazy fan. She's our interpreter for the show! And she heard everything you said." I smile, seeing the relationship the two have.

Sneaker's eyes widen comically as he realizes how far he stuck his foot in his mouth. He walks up to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Jackie. We just saw some girl standing on stage waving her hands around like a crazy person, and didn't know what to think." I shake his hand, signing book again so I can properly introduce myself. Under my previous message I write "I'm Y/N, I understand the confusion. I'm mute, meaning I can't talk, but I can hear everything just as well as you can. For some reason, the fact that I can't talk made them hire me on the spot. I was actually about to ask for the set list so I can rehearse, or at least be a little prepared for tonight." I hand the notebook to Jackie and keep the pen to myself, writing on my wrist to purchase a few notebooks myself. He nods and leads me to the backstage area, Michael following close behind. "I'll introduce you to the guys and get you the set list, alright?" I nod my head, memorizing the path since I probably won't be able to ask for directions if I got lost.

Jackie leads me to a dressing room filled with four other guys and two girls. Michael introduces me to the group, "Guys, this is Y/N, she's our interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour. Y/N, this is Jermaine, Marlon, Randy and Tito. These are our sisters La Toya and Janet." I wave to them, staying silent. Marlon says "Cool, signing even when off the clock, nice gimmick." I look back to Michael and sign "They read book." He stutters out "Oh right. Here guys, this should explain some." He takes the notebook from his pocket and tosses it to Jermaine, who then passes it around. La Toya walked up to me with this glint in her eye. "Oh! You're so pretty! If we were going anywhere else, I wouldn't do a thing, but those stage lights will completely wash you out, even the guys have to wear makeup. Can I get you ready?" I think about it, and nod. I hold up a finger, and write down. "It has to be simple. Nothing flashy. Rules of the game. No jewelry, no distracting clothes, no sparkle eye makeup. Not up to me, just comes with being an interpreter." She reads it quickly and sags her shoulders a bit. "Fine, I get it. Nothing too flashy. But I promise, we're going to have some fun." She drags me to a second dressing room, one with lit up mirrors and vanities. She sits me down and pulls out a giant makeup case. I relax my face and let her do her thing, trusting her to not go overboard. She plugs in a curling iron as she finishes up my makeup. Without any paper around, I try my best to communicate. I pull my hair back, off my face, another rule of interpreting. Luckily, La Toya got the message. "Oh! Hair back, got it." She curls my hair, completely covering it in hairspray, and gives me a beautiful bun on the top of my head, leaving the second half of my hair down. I inspect myself in the mirror, never feeling this beautiful in my life. I turn to La Toya and sign "Thank you", hoping that if she doesn't understand my hands, she can understand the look in my eyes.

I walk out into the hallways, now hustling and bustling as it gets closer to show time. I was given the set list and lyric sheet for the night while I was made over. I run the entire show at least 5 times before being called to take my place, the instructional prologue getting ready to play.

By the end of the show, my wrists and fingers ached from the fast movements to stay on pace with the band. Walking backstage, I just want to take my makeup off and stretch out my aching joints. Michael stops me in the hall and asks me, "Hey, you want to fly with us? I'd love to get to know you more, plus give you the set list for the next show to let you practice." I nod, wanting to answer his questions. He lights up. "Maybe, you can teach me some sign language? Don't get me wrong, I love writing back and forth, but it'd be cool to sign to each other" He leads me to the limo that is taking him to the hotel and then the airport in the morning. "I'm not sure where your room is, but I can have your stuff sent to mine and we can talk some. If you'd like." I shrug my shoulders, I didn't know either. He makes a quick phone call and I watch the lights move past. "Hey, Y/N, you were really cool there. It was like you were singing and dancing with your hands at the same time. Why don't you talk? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer." I hold out my hand for the notebook and try my best to write on the bumpy road. "Long story. I'll tell you at the hotel, roads too rough to write it out on the way." He reads my writing and nods in understanding. "I get it." We fall into a comfortable silence as we drive to his hotel.

I follow Michael through the lobby, up the elevators and to his suite. My bags are placed in the main room, and Michael stretches his arms above his head. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to go take a shower. If your story really is as long as you're saying, go ahead and start writing it down. I can read it while you shower." I nod and he hands me a legal pad, much better than the little hand notebook Michael carried around at all times. I sit down and start writing.

"I've been mute since I was 6 years old. My dad and I were going to the record store to listen to some and take others home to add to our collection. The light turned green, and we went, but someone else swerved into our lane, causing a head on collision. My dad died on impact, but they said he didn't feel any pain. Pieces of glass got caught in and cut my throat. I woke up in the hospital with no vocal chords, no voice. The damage done was too much for them to take and they had to be removed. I don't want your pity, I've gotten nothing but pity since I was 6. I'm not fragile and you do not need to treat me as such." I put the pen down just as Michael finished up in the bathroom. I gestured to the pad, and grabbed clothes for the shower. When I came out Michael was just staring at the paper, some areas warped with his spilled tears. He looked up at me with glossy eyes and enveloped me in his arms. "Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. We don't have to talk about it or anything. We can just go to bed right now if you want." I shake my head. I break away reluctantly and go back to the paper. "No, it's ok. If you have any questions I will do my best to answer them." He thinks for a moment and asks, "Can you make any sounds? If you don't have vocal chords, how can you be vocal?" I hum a little tune, and make a couple of noises. We sit down, and he asks me to teach him to sign. We start with finger spelling.

"What's your favorite candy?" "(F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E C-A-N-D-Y)" "Wow! I love those! I like S-K-I-T-T-L-E-S. Oh! And P-E-A-N-U-T M-N-M-S!" I smile at him. He's a really fast learner. I yawn and glance at the clock. I sign "time" and point at the clock. He follows my finger and reads the time. "Oh wow, 1:30. We should probably get to bed. I'll take the couch and see you in the morning." I reach for the pen to protest but he snatches it before I can lay a finger on it. "No Ifs ands or buts. I'm taking the couch." I roll my eyes, signing "Silly boy" and making my way to the bed. I fall into a blissful sleep easily.

The next morning Michael and I are on our way to the plane, the next stop being Irving. We sit across from each other, Michael signing what he can, and writing what he can't. I teach him little words and phrases as we go, and specific ones at his request. Sooner than expected we touch down and make our way to the venue. The entire tour goes by in a flash, performing every night with the boys, only watching from the wings our eight shows in Canada. On our last night in LA and my last night on the job, Michael drops a bomb on everyone around the world. That this was the last show for the tour. I translated what he said for the audience, a look of complete confusion on my face. I struggled to focus on the task at hand, translating for those Deaf at the show, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The show had ended finally and it was chaos backstage. People yelling at Mike for his cancellation, calling it selfish, immature. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I knew that this was my last show, and that I would no longer be working with the band, but I thought he would at least tell me since I thought we were close. I pushed through the throngs of angry managers and crew members back to my little corner.

I gathered my things, coming across one of the notebooks that Michael and I had practically filled. The others full of writing were in my suitcase back at the hotel. In my heartache, I accidentally dropped the notebook, its pages falling open on impact. A page filled with shading and lines caught my attention, its place in the back making it invisible to me. Examining it closely, I realize it's an incredibly done sketch of me, done by Michael. I was asleep when he did this. I think it was on the plane to Denver. I gently closed the pages, and placed it into my bag.

I turned my gaze to the sound of the door opening, revealing none other than the artist himself. With creased eyebrows, I simply sign "Why?", not understanding why he did it a bit. He sagged, as if all the air had been let out of him. "Because, Y/N, I couldn't stand being under their thumb anymore. I couldn't work with Joseph anymore, I need to be the one in control. I want to make my own music, send my own message, without anyone telling me otherwise." I nod, understanding where he was coming from, but sad to see him go. I wiped at my tears and signed "I'll miss you Applehead." This made him chuckle and pull me in for a long, large hug. "I'll miss you too." He kissed the top of my head and took a step back. He signed "You always in my heart." something I had taught him, but fragmented. He picked up the notebook laying in the top of my bag and tore out an empty page, as well as a pen. He handed both to me. "Write down your address and I promise I will write to you practically everyday. And if I ever go on tour, I know just who I'll hire to be my interpreter." With one final tearful hug goodbye, it was time for us to go our separate ways. I would miss him, but I knew I would always be in his heart, and he in mine.

Taglist: @accio-boys​

[rocorambles]

Ok but step sister yachi fingering u while u sleep-

Okay, I doused myself with an ocean full of holy water, so let’s do this

Warnings: Yandere, Pseudo-incest, NSFW, Non-con, Drugging, Somnophilia

Rent in Tokyo is expensive and while Yachi could technically afford a place by herself with her new job at an ad design company, when her step-sister offered to split rent with her on a two-bedroom apartment, she ate up the opportunity to save some money to invest in a nicer place later on. It had been odd at first, getting used to living with a new person, especially someone she barely knew, but that was technically her relative by law. You aren’t far apart in age. You’re slightly younger than Yachi, but both of you had graduated from college and were now working in the city. Your parents had met while the two of you were at college and had married during Yachi’s senior year, so you’d seen each other here and there during school breaks and holidays, but other than a few polite exchanges, neither of you had tried getting any closer, too preoccupied with your own adult lives and university. 

It’s still hard to find a lot of time to bond with both of you working full-time and pulling crazy hours, but in the early hours of the day while the two of you share the bathroom and bustle about throwing together a quick breakfast in the kitchen and late at night, when you’re both drinking a glass of wine and getting ready for bed, the two of you talk and get to know each other. Yachi likes you. She’s always been an only child, so it’s nice to have a woman around her age that she can speak candidly to, that she can consider family. But that all changes one weekend. 

Yachi was supposed to be away for the entire weekend and, you aren’t an exhibitionist by any means, but clothes are such a pain when you’re just lounging around at home. You hum to yourself as you dry yourself off after a shower, leaving the towel in the bathroom as you casually walk as naked as the day you were born through your apartment and to your bedroom...or at least that was the plan, but you freeze as soon as you exit the steamy room when you see Yachi standing and staring at you in the hallway. There’s a pause as both your brains try to compute what is happening, but finally you run back into the bathroom with a shriek and slam the door shut behind you. 

Mortified you tightly wrap a towel around you before shyly walking to your bedroom, quietly apologizing to Yachi who just waves it off with a flush still present on her cheeks. But unlike you, Yachi is anything but mortified. She gulps down a cup of cold water as she replays the image in her mind over and over again and she imagines what it would be like for the drops of water dripping down your skin to be replaced with her mouth, her fingers. 

The dynamic between the two of you changes after that. You feel almost closer to each other and you chalk it up to the fact that embarrassing moments tend to bring people together, unaware of Yachi’s ulterior motives. Yachi had always seemed relatively conservative to you, so you’re surprised by the amount of physical affection she showers on you after the incident, kissing you on the cheek when she leaves for work, sitting in your lap while the two of you watch a movie, and casually holding hands with you as the two of you walk around the city, but you don’t mind it. It’s kind of nice actually. Your family has never been very physical, so you enjoy the seemingly platonic touches. It’s a little weird when Yachi insists on taking you shopping for clothes and lingerie, forcing you to try on things that are much more revealing and sexy than anything you own, but you beam when she gushes about how gorgeous you look and buys you everything. It’s nice to be praised and spoiled, so you don’t make a fuss about it. 

You’re not sure when Yachi sleeping in your bed every night begins. The two of you are extremely close now and many nights find the two of you laying side by side on each other’s beds as you talk and talk until one or both of you fall asleep, and too lazy and nice to wake the other up and make them move back to their own room, you both just fall asleep together. And you feel so much more tired these days. You joke to Yachi that maybe you’re just getting too old, unable to handle even the single glass of wine she religiously pours for you every night, but she just laughs off your concern as she keeps on refilling your glass. 

It’s just another night and Yachi gets up to pour both of you a glass of wine per usual, but in the kitchen, away from your view, she slips a pill into your glass and watches it dissolve in the liquid before cheerily coming out and handing you your glass. She waits and waits until she sees your eyes begin to flutter shut, until you let out a huge yawn, until you almost fall off your chair, before letting fake concern spread on her face as she ushers you to bed. And in your dazed state, you don’t notice or comment on the way her hand slips under your shirt as she holds your waist or the way she grabs one of your butt cheeks and brushes her thumb over your nipples as she undresses you. You don’t comment on the fact that she only covers you in a pair of your racier crotchless panties, really just a glorified flimsy mix of strings and lace that do nothing to hide your pussy. All you can think about is passing out and going to sleep as soon as you your head hits the pillow and Yachi watches on with amusement as you do just that. 

She waits a few more minutes, waiting until your breathing completely evens out, waiting until your chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern before she slides next to you. After nights of using your body as she pleases, she knows you inside and out, probably better than even you know yourself, but she never gets tired of how even in your drug induced state and even with your consciousness dead to the world, your body is so honest, so lewd. She circles your clit slowly while alternating between sucking both of your nipples gently, eyes hungrily watching how your nipples harden almost immediately under her touch. She wonders if one day she can train you to climax just from nipple stimulation alone, but that would have to wait for another night.

She takes a peek between your legs and bites her lip at the slick already seeping from your pussy, Gingerly, she inserts one finger and almost groans at how easily it slides in from how wet you are and quickly adds another finger. She takes her time, slowly dragging her fingers in and out of you, always sure to brush against the spongy spot inside of you, enjoying the way your walls tightly clench around her digits despite how many times she’s both finger fucked you and stuffed you full of toys. It feels like ages, but she finally has four fingers crammed inside of you and it’s a tight fit, but she can feel how close you are as your thighs instinctively tighten around her arm and your little cunny walls squeeze around her fingers. All it takes is a few firm, but heavy circles on your engorged clit to have you fall over the peak and she continues her ministrations, continues thrusting her hand in and out of you as your walls spasm around it as if they’re trying to keep her inside forever. And only when your body goes limp with just a twitch here and there does she stop her movements. 

She waits for you to go completely still before she begins all over again. And when time finally catches up to her and she can’t fight back her own yawns as it gets into the early hours of the morning, she reluctantly pulls out her fingers, smirking at how your arousal literally coats her skin before carefully licking every drop of you off her digits one by one and wiping you down with a wet cloth to hide any evidence of foul play.  

[jordanstrophe]

This One is Mine, Part 5

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CW: Whump, Pet whump, Whipping, Reference to abuse, Low self esteem, Anxiety, then F L U F F 

“Don’t look at him, look at me”

Crack

“Sit up straight”

Crack

“On your knees!”

Crack

“LOOK AT ME!”

“STOP IT! STOP IT PLEASE!” Michael screamed, he jolted upwards. He couldn’t breath, he knew he was being hurt, but he couldn’t feel anything. Nothing around was familiar. Where was he? What’s happening? What did he do wrong?

“Michael?” a voice asked. It was quiet and concerned, but soft. He looked around the room, until he saw a man sitting across the coffee table from him. He was sitting at a chair, legs crossed with a laptop, his dark hair highlighted from the rising sunlight through the window. He set the laptop on the table, and slowly got up. 

Everything started to come back to him. He wasn’t at the factory, he was somewhere else. With someone else. Someone had draped a large heavy blanket over him. It was the softest thing he had ever laid a finger on. 

“Are you okay?” Charles asked, concerned. 

Then it donned on him. He had fallen asleep without permission, and it was morning now. He crumbled to the floor at the man’s feet, lowering his head.

“I’m s-sorry! I’m s-s-o sorry! I didn’t meant t-to! Please! Don’t!” He cried, tears streaming down his face, shielding his head with his arms. His dream had become a reality. He really had messed, and now the punishment was going to be real this time.

“Michael, it’s okay. Everything is fine.” Charles sunk down on the floor in front of him. He lifted him by his shoulders to sit him up straight, then placed a hand on his cheek, thumbing away a tear.  “You’re okay. I’m glad you were able to get some sleep. You were exhausted last night, and since you got caught up on some rest, we can do something I really wanted to do with you today.” He gave him a happy smile. 

Oh no. This is where it starts. The whips, knives, cages, shackles...

“We’re going clothes shopping!” He announced, clapping his hands together.

“..W-what?” He tilted his head to one side.

“A good friend of mine runs a lovely clothing shop not far from here. I’ve asked her to clear it out today, so it will be just us! We can get you some clothes that will fit you.” He pulled the folded clothes off the table, and handed it to him. “Here, these are Miles, they'll still be a bit big for you, but it’s something until we get you some of your own.” He smiled at him, gently ruffling his hair. 

Michael looked up at him, with a nervous expression.

“Mm... Master?” He asked, he nervously clutched the clothes to his chest.

Charles hesitated, before gently taking his upper arm, and guiding him back onto the couch. He sat on the other side of the from him, and turned to face him.

“No, sweetheart. I don’t own you, not like that.” He tried to give him a comforting smile, trying to hide any sadness that could leak through to his expression.

“B-but! W-wait! But you, you-” “I know! I know.” Charles interrupted him, placing a hand up to try and cease him from a panicked stutter.

“Like I said, it’s not like that. I promised you I would take care of you, and that’s what I’m going to do. Just consider me... Your guardian. A caretaker. There are no slaves, or masters in this house, okay?” This time, he was able to give him a genuine smile.  Michael was so used to being treated as property, or a slave who only had eyes for his master. He hardly could grasp what he meant. 

“You can call me Charles if you like, or Sir if that’s more comfortable for now. Everyone calls me that around here anyway.”

“Now my dear, why don’t you hop in a nice warm shower. After you get dressed, we’ll get some breakfast and head out, alright?” He smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Y-yes sir!” He called, as Charles took his hand and led him up the stairs.

The hallways really were endless, with countless doors and elegant lights lighting the path. He stopped him at a door, leading into a dark room. He flicked the light on, and revealed a beautifully decorated bathroom. Golden light lit up the ceiling, a soft green circular mat laid in the center floor, tall green potted bamboo plants decorated the corners, with pots hanging from the ceiling containing colorful flowers and vines that hung down.

“Fun fact! This is the only room that has synthetic plants.” Charles chuckled. “Warm water, okay? Take as much time as you like, and use anything you like. Will you be alright on your own?” He asked.   “Yes sir, thank you very much.” He bowed his head politely in response, as Charles closed the door for him. The room fell silent in an instant. He clutched the clothes close to his chest, and took a deep shaky breath, before setting them down at the sink. He slid the coat off his shoulders. He glanced at himself in the large mirror. He looked like a walking ghost. Thin, bruised, broken. He cringed and looked away, before turning the shower on. 

Charles paced around the kitchen, arms crossed behind him. “It’s been thirty minutes.” Charles muttered.  “Pff, give the kid some space, he’s been through a lot.” Liam said. He was older, and had medium brown hair tied back, and wore an apron. He cut through various fruit and vegetables with practiced speed. “I know, I know... But maybe I should just go check on him. What if he doesn’t know how to work the shower?” He stuttered. Liam only gave him a eyebrow raise, with a “seriously?” expression.  

“Give him some breathing room. He has a lot to go through before he gets comfortable! One of those things is going to be a healthy dose of both comfort and space.” Liam smiled.  “He’s right you know.” Mia chipped in. She was shamelessly sitting on top of the counter, busily tapping away on her phone. “I’ve gotten you out of the next four meetings. That gives you three days of a clear schedule to get him properly settled in before you have to start taking trips.” She muttered.  “What would I do without you guys?” Charles took a heavy sigh of relief, leaning against the table.  “Crumble? Have everything fallen apart? Disorganized schedule? Chaos and mayhem?” Mia giggled, swaying her feet back and forth.  “Accurate.” He admitted. 

“I know bringing the kid home with no warning threw something's off, thank you for being so open for him.” Charles sighed.  “Of course! From what I heard from Miles, it seems like you did the best thing. And besides, I get to keep myself busy with more meals, and show it off to him!” Liam chuckled, pouring steaming hot food out of a pan.

“S-sir?” A tiny voice could be heard from the doorway. All heads turned as Michael shyly walked in. He was dressed in a light blue button-down shirt with a light oversized jacket. His face was more noticeable, and his hair was smooth and fluffy, but the ends were every so slightly damp. 

“Well someone cleans up nice.” Mia complimented. He jolted with posture, not entirely sure how to respond. “I’ll leave you boys to it then! I have some phone calls to make.” She smiled, before hopping off the counter and heading off. 

“She’s right, you look fresh. Michael, this is Liam, he’s the household chef, the best chef I’ve ever had, in fact.” Charles introduced. “Darn right I better be.” Liam laughed.

“It seems I have the honor of serving you this morning, mister Michael.” Liam gave him a wide grin, as Michael couldn’t help but to give him a smile back. He placed all the fresh hot food onto two plates, and slid them onto a nearby table for them. “Give it a try! Tell me what you think!” He smiled proudly.  Charles pulled a chair out for him, and encouraged him to sit. The plate was filled with rich nutritious food, including steamed vegetables, grilled chicken, on the side were a fresh biscuit and fruit slices. 

“I know it’s an odd plate, but I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made you a bit of everything.” Liam shrugged. “The.. The whole thing?” Michael asked, as Charles nodded.  “It’s for me?” He asked again, a hint of excitement in his voice. “The whole thing.” Charles smiled. He happily dug in, trying tiny nibbles of everything on the plate, before taking proper bites. Charles was hardly interested in his own plate, he was too swoon by the satisfaction in Michaels face as he enjoyed a proper meal.

“So how is it?” Liam asked, as he cleaned up the kitchen area. Michael stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes went blank for a second, as he nervously glanced at Charles, who studied his face, trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong. “Sweetheart you can talk to anyone at any time, you don’t need permission.” Charles said. He really hoped he had guessed correctly. 

His eyes immediately light up. He took a deep breath, before excitedly blurting out “It’s really good and I really like it! Thank you!” He cried out to Liam, who gave him a bright smile. Charles took a breath of relief. He guessed correctly.

“All aboard!” Miles announced. He opened up the car door for Michael, as Charles stood behind him to help him up into the car. He had significantly calmed down, he had color in his face, and didn’t look petrified all the time now. He was nervous about the car ride, sure, but Charles assured him it would be a quick trip, and the woman who owned the shop was lovely.  After about ten minutes about driving, they were now outside a gorgeously decorated shop.  

“Welcome!” A woman called, who had been waiting by the door. She had her hair pulled back into a bun, with a sleek trench coat. She was older, in mid forties.  

“Nimrah, it’s been awhile!” Charles called. He steered Michael into the stop as she held the door. “Doing alright now that you’ve been more out and about.” She smirked at him. Her eyes were a deep green, that looked like it could pierce the souls of the weary. 

“Thank you again for doing this, I apologize for any hassle this may have caused.” Charles said.   “No, no problems at all. It’s an excuse to see you again. Plus! I wanted to meet him.” She motioned towards Michael, who had already slunk behind Charles.  “Well he’s a bit shy. We’re just giving him some space. But today, he gets clothes.” Charles smiled.

 He turned around and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Alright sweetheart. Go pick out whatever you want, go on now.” He shooed. Michael nodded nervously, as he looked around the store. It looked expensive. Everything was neatly on display, mirrors taking up any spare space on the wall, and the shop was spotless and decorated with beautiful hanging lights draping from the ceiling. 

Charles heard something like a “pspsps” noise behind him. 

 “Really Nimrah?” He hung his head, side eyeing her. ‘‘Get over here, we need to talk.” She said blatantly. She nodded towards the front desk, and opened up a door for him, leading into a back office. He took one last look to make sure Michael was okay, who was nervously playing with a scarf. He followed her as she draped herself in a stool, and pulled out her phone.

“So how’s the shop doing?” He asked.  “It’s a great side job, really throws off suspicion, now enough stalling, what are you doing messing with Malcolm? We have a system, remember?” She asked. Charles let out a pained sigh, as he leaned at the table next to her.

“Things got... Complicated.” He muttered.

“Whaaat? Noooo.” She said exaggeratedly, in a mocking tone. 

“We had five of the founders all on good terms. We were stable. With a majority of the founders all buddy buddy, we never worried about voting when it came to big decisions about the business.” She crossed her arms. “Ugh, I know.” Charles groaned.

“Now, there’s currently four founders on good terms, because someone decided to go mess with one, and take his favorite toy away.” She growled.

“That toy was a young man who was about to get beat to death. Are you saying I should have just watched that happen?” Charles asked coldly. 

“Honey, I run the assassinations business. What do you think I think?” She blinked at him.  Charles didn’t have a response. 

“To be honest, I actually think you did the right thing...” She admitted.  “What!?” He exclaimed. Definitely not the response he was expecting from Nimrah Loralie of all people.

“Oh come on dear, don’t give me that. I always hated Malcolm. He’s a big pain, and only thinks for himself, not the other companies. Take that deal he made with me for instance last month, that was a total rip off! A spit in my company's face!” She angrily explained. 

“Mmm.. About that. I kind of used that as a bit of blackmail so I could keep Michael...” He nervously muttered. 

“WHAT? Hahaha! Oh goodness, yes. Hang it over his head! He deserves it!” She hissed. Charles let out a small sigh of relief. “This is why you’re my favorite.” She giggled. “Thanks for being understanding.” He smiled.  “I’m not a total monster, but, problem still exist. The only thing the uh, snowflake founders have to do, is turn one of our guys on their side, all the voting will then be in their favor.” She said. “I suggest we turn the Barron, dense as a rock, but he’s been swaying these last few weeks.” Charles nodded in agreement. “Maybe we can have dinner sometime? Talk it over, come up with a strategy and knock it out together? Just like the good ol’ days.” She smirked.  Charles' phone pinged, as he pulled it out of his pocket.

“Oh speak of the devil...” He muttered. She raised an eyebrow at him.  “Would you look at who else would also like dinner?” He asked, showing her his phone.

Malcolm: “Dinner, your place, tomorrow at 6.” 

“Tsk, tell him you're busy.” She grumbled.  “I did, yesterday when we left his factory.” He explained.

Charles: Can’t, I’m busy, remember?

Malcolm: No you’re not, I know you cleaned your schedule.

“How did he know that?!” He complained.

Malcolm: I called tomorrow's meeting, they said you canceled. Stop spending all your time with that slave and fit me in tomorrow. How’s my baby doing by the way? Does he miss me?

“Busted.” Nimrah couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe he called my meeting! He’s obsessed!” Charles growled. “Well he’s resourceful, you can give him that.” She shrugged. “I’m going to check on Michael.” Charles sighed. He threw his phone in his pocket and stormed out.

Michael was waiting for him, clutching a single pair of clothes. The cheapest he could find.

“What’s this?” Charles asked. “It’s.. It’s the clothes I picked out, sir.” He nervously said. “Is it too much? I.. I can put some back!” He dug through the pile in his arms. “No, where’s the rest of it? You’re going to have more than one change of clothes young man. Come here.” He took the pile from his arms and set it at the counter. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him over to a shelf stacked with folded clothes. “Come one now, pick out as much as you want. What about this right here, this looks snazzy and comfortable. What about those shoes up there? Do you like those?” He asked. “But! I.. Uh.” He nervously searched for a price tag. “Na ah! No looking at the price tags!” He snatched it from him before he could take a look, and tucked it underneath the shirt.  “Do you like it?” He asked.  “I.. Yes, I do, but-No buts!” Charles butted in. He grabbed the shirt off the shelf and tossed it into the pile on the counter. “Lets go try on these coats over here.” He smiled, pulling him into another direction. Michael was practically giggling at this point, with a shy blush covering his cheeks. 

After some time, Nimrah came out, and chuckled at the entire wardrobe piled on the counter. “You’re really getting invested in this little one, aren’t you?” She smiled.  “Yep, he’s mine after all. I’m going to give him everything he needs.” Charles said. “Is that so? Well it’s all on the house.” She said, neatly folding the clothes, and placing them in bags.  “Nimrah please, as kind as that is, it’s not necessary.” Charles said.  “I insist! Besides, it’s not for you, it's for him.” She smiled at Michael, who clutched Charles' arm nervously. He looked at her with wide, confused eyes. 

“I remember you, you know. I was there once, at a party he threw. You were a very brave young man.” She smiled. Michael’s face went pale, as he stared at the floor. Charles looked concerned, looking from one face to the other in silence.  

“Thank you very much, Miss.” Michael muttered, lowering his head. 

“Well! Off you two go, Michael, I hope you enjoy all of these, and Charles, keep my deal in mind will you? And take care of this little one.” She smiled, scooting several filled bags towards him. “Of course, thank you.” He was too concerned with whatever she meant by that to muster a smile. Miles entered the store to help carry things out, and thankfully broke some tension. 

He wanted to ask, but whatever she was referring to, happened some time ago. He didn’t want to press, but the curiosity lingered. Regardless, he was going to enjoy today. He was going to spoil this kid all day if he had too. And he wasn’t going to think about that dinner. That dinner with Malcolm, that was going to have to happen eventually.

He wasn’t going to think about it.

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Cherry wine || Single dad!Tsukishima

Hello, hello ! I here by present you with chapter 1 of cherry wine. I apologize for the last bit since it was a bit rushed but i do hope you will all enjoy it anyways. Also! Thank you so much for all the kind words and support you guys have given we really appreciate it :)

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-Chapter 1-

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"..Wake up bud, there's cereal waiting for you on the counter."

The covers moved, a small groan coming from underneath them. A tuft of dirty, messy, blonde hair peeked through the top together with the nose of what seemed to be a stuffed meerkat. "Noo.." A voice grumbled, barely hearable due to the covers almost deafening the sounds coming from underneath.

It didn't take long before the curtains were shoved aside, the blinding sunlight shooting through and immediatly taking grasp of whatever it could find. Which also seemed to be the face of the 7 year old boy hiding from his father underneath the covers.

"Dad! Its too bright, i'm going blind!" The boy whined while pushing his stuffed animal into his face. He nuzzled his face into its fur and sighed, enjoying his last few seconds of comfort in bed. Monday mornings were the worst, a morning where his father wouldn't have any mercy with waking him up. Even if that meant tossing him over his shoulder or for his wiggly fingers to find their way onto his side while that very annoying smirk was present on his face.

Tsukishima stretched, letting his eyes get used to the morning sunlight before dragging his long legs to the small turtle enclosure that was placed on top of a drawer. He flicked on the light and immediately checked if the turtle, who went by the name of Mika, was still alive and good. Once he was greeted by the grumpy eyes of the drowsy turtle he reached for the small box of crickets and took out the last two, tossing them into the enclosure after having opened the top and closing it again afterwards.

He crossed his arms and looked at the hidden boy with a raised brow. "Kaoru Tsukishima. Your cereal will get soggy and i'm not making you a new bowl. So get out of bed or else i'll help you." He said, walking towards the bed and kneeling down, tugging at the sheets.

An mischief giggle errupted from under the blankets and a head poked out of the sheets. A pair of golden brown eyes peeked up at him and Tsukishima certainly didn't miss the big grin on the boy's face.

Kaoru was almost a carbon copy of his dad. He had his dad's dirty blonde hair, golden-brown eyes and his dad's interest in dinosaurs. It brought some sense of pride to Tsukishima, knowing that he did that. That a kid so smart, imaginative and nice was his son.

Had you told Tsukishima, 10 years ago when he was 16, that he'd father a boy at the last year of his college and take responsibility for him by raising him on his own. How he'd provide and do anything he did for his son and that every decision he made was for his son? He would've called you crazy, saying how he wouldn't be stupid enough to make the decision of doing such things without the right protection.

It was something that was true, Tsukishima had been dumb enough to not use the right precautions that one night. He was too busy thinking with his dick instead of his brain, too busy with his own desires instead of thinking of the consequences.

Though Tsukishima wasn't religious in any way or shape, he was god forever thankful that he wasn't a responsible person that one night.

"..I'm not leaving my bed" The boy said while giggling like crazy, knowing exactly what the outcomes could be. He had one of his arms tightly wrapped around his stuffed meerkat and pulled the blankets up, trying to hide his smile but Tsukishima's didn't miss how his eyes crinkled and how his eyes held nothing but joy.

The tall man dipped down, throwing Kaoru's sheets off the bed revealing the boy and grabbed his ankles. He stood up, taking a few steps back and dangled the boy upside down by his legs. Kaoru burst out in a fit of giggles, his arm dragging over the floor and his shirt slipping down his chest down to his head. His dad moved his legs on his shoulders, Kaoru now up side down dangling on his back as he took him down the hall, to the kitchen.

Tsukishima slowly lowered Kaoru, making sure he wouldn't just harshly fall onto the ground and hurt himself. The boy put his hands on the ground and his legs slipped down his father's back, landing on his fours. He jumped up, immediately letting his eyes scan the kitchen counter before grabbing his bowl of cereal. "Thanks"

Whilst climbing onto the stool next to the kitchen island, Tsukishima quickly put down a spoon before disappearing somewhere into bathroom only to return with a small pile of fresh clothes. He walked back into Kaoru's room and put the pile of clothes on top of his bed, making his bed before doing so.

"Eat up, brush your teeth and get dressed. After school we're gonna buy some more food for Mika, no buts. Now hurry up we're gonna be late"

Kaoru groaned and shoved a spoon full of colored dinosaur shaped cereal into his mouth. "Mnnyeah wyeah" The boy said with his mouth full, some droplets of milk going down his chin and onto his pyjamas.

Quickly finishing his breakfast, Kaoru hopped off of the stool and ran to his room. He quickly got rid of his pyjamas, leaving the discarded clothes somewhere on the ground for Tsukishima to once again clean it after him, and pulled his sweater over his head. The raccoon print on the front was a bit damaged after having been in the washing machine several times, but Kaoru loved it very much regardless of it.

Tsukishima was in the bathroom, splashing his face with water rubbing a towel rather harshly over it. He put his toothbrush back into the cup placed next to the mirror and spat out the remaining bits of toothpaste that was in his mouth.

There was a soft tug at his sleeve, the 7 year old boy signaling towards the cup that held the toothbrushes and Tsukishima handed him his dark blue toothbrush. "..thanks" Kaoru mumbled while putting a little dot of toothbrush on it before climbing onto the

Tsukishima left the bathroom and went to the hallway, sliding his feet into his shoes when he felt his phone buzz.

        Turning off his phone again, Tsukishima could hear quick footsteps coming his way. He kneeled down, loosening Kaoru's shoes for him since Kaoru always managed to take the longest time getting them on.

"Kuroo's waiting for me, u can tie your shoes in the car just be careful u don't trip" He said while grabbing Kaoru's bag, checking to see if he put his lunch in.

Kaoru shoved his feet into his shoes and looked at Tsukishima with pleading eyes. "Can you carry me to the car~? Pretty pleaseee?" His son begged while looking at him with his hands folded. Kaoru was forcing puppy eyes,

A look most parents would think was adorable..

Tsukishima tilted his head and looked down at Kaoru, his eyes scanning over the body from the 7 year old. "Kaoru, can you do this?". He moved his foot up and down, kicking his leg in and out before looking back at Kaoru again who was looking at him with a confused look in his eyes.

Kaoru nodded and got up. He started copying Tsukishima's movement, moving his foot up and down, kicking his legs in and out and even wiggling around with it a little. "Yeah, of course.." The boy muttered, his eyes looking back up at Tsukishima.

..but Tsukishima absolutely hated it when Kaoru tried to bribe him with just a single look.

"Well then your legs work perfectly fine now get your butt to the car or else i'll leave you home alone and you can walk yourself to school." Tsukishima said with a smirk, looking down at his son with a devilish glint in his eyes. He unlocked the door and waited for Kaoru to catch up, who was currently groaning and rolling his eyes at his dad.

"Daaad!" Kaoru whined, leaning into his father while holding onto his arm while he locked the door again. He pressed his face into his arm and started making inaudible noises into his sleeve.

Tsukishima was still smirking, loving nothing more but to tease his son and get on his nerves sometimes. He reached into the pocket of his coat and grabbed his car keys, pushing a button so that the car would unlock. "Kaoruuu" He said in a similar high pitched whiney tone, something which made Kaoru puff his cheeks, only getting more and more annoyed by his father's behavior.

The two of them got into the car, Tsukishima making sure Kaoru was buckled up correctly, and they left their apartment complex on their way to school.

It wasn't too far away, a ten minute ride tops. The ride to school was always quiet, except for the music Tsukishima put on softly playing in the background. Kaoru wasn't exactly a morning person, though already having finished his morning routine the boy was still sleepy and when Tsukishima would look at him through the rear view mirror, he'd almost every time catch his son dozing off.

With the familiar building in sight, handsful of children screaming and running around. Parents kissing their kids goodbye, dropping them off and immediately leaving and of course the gossip moms  who's husbands already left for work and were currently either talking about other children or the way other parents raise their children. Tsukishima knew they talked about him often, after all he wasn't very involved with the other parents there just with his son. He also knows he'd get judged for the fact he'd raise Kaoru without a 'mother figure' in his life was something he apparently 'needed'.

Tsukishima couldn't give the slightest fuck about what those women thought about them, but he had to admit that sometimes he wanted nothing more than to shove his foot up-

"Thanks for the ride, say hello to Kuroo for me!"

Kaoru unbuckled himself and leaned towards the front of the car, giving his dad half a hug due the fact that hugging like that didn't go as smooth, and Tsukishima ruffled his hair in response. "Hurry up, bud, you're gonna be late" His father said, looking at all the kids who hurried inside of the building.

The boy gasped and quickly grabbed his bag from the seat next to him.  He threw the door open, it almost bouncing back shut from the force, and quickly jumped out of the car.

Tsukishima furrowed his brows and glared at Kaoru. "Oi, Kaoru careful with the-"

Without sparing a second of his attention to his dad, Kaoru swung around and threw the car door shut with big force. It was as if the boy tried to blast the car to the other side of the road just with his hand. They sound of the door colliding with the car made Tsukishima's ears buzz and he groaned.

"-door, Kaoru Tsukishima are you deaf?"

Kaoru had already ran inside of the building, not sparing a second glance back at his dad as he greeted his friends with a big smile.

Tsukishima groaned and rolled his eyes, starting his car again before taking off. "Little asshole" he muttered under his breath, turning his car around to go towards his work but not before making a stop along the way first.

The ride there didn't take long, after all Kuroo also didn't live too far away from the school Kaoru went to. In a way, it annoyed Tsukishima. After all Kuroo was a pain in his ass that he couldn't get rid off, yet it was better than having to drive for over half an hour just pick him up.

With the leaves twirling in the wind, around his car which slightly blinded his sight for a second, Tsukishima slowly stopped his car and looked up at the two story house whos curtains were all closed instead of 1 room which was probably Kuroo's.

After college, Kuroo had moved in with Kenma. Tsukishima didn't exactly really know Kenma, the two of them barely having anything in common except for the fact they both used to play volleybal and were associated with Kuroo. All he knew from Kuroo was that Kenma now was quite a famous twitch streamer and his working hours were ungodly which was most definitely why all the curtains were still closed except for Kuroo's room.

Right before Tsukishima could reach for his phone on his deskboard, the front door flew open and the raven haired man who's hair always looked messy walked out of the door with a smirk. He waved at Tsukishima, who only rolled his eyes at him and started his car again, and quickly locked his door before walking towards the car parked in front of his house.

"Took you long enough-"

"U wanna take public transport next time? Cause i'd be more than glad to go straight to work and let you ride the metro every morning if its a bother for you." Tsukishima said while turning his head towards Kuroo as he entered the car. There a digustingly sweet smile on his face, his eyes squinted and his voice was laced with a thick layer of sarcastic politeness. He slowly opened his eyes again and send a death glare Kuroo's way.

"In fact you could take the metro right no-"

"Okay, i get it! Geez, Mr dinosaur, chill your ass down. Who got on your nerve this morning?" Kuroo exclaimed while clicking his seatbelt shut. He shoved his brown leather bag, that over the years got quite some damage here and there, down in front of his legs and spread his legs his folded hands resting on his lap.

The car drove away from its previous parked spot and slowly sped up. The blonde male behind it gripped the wheel a little tighter and squinted his eyes as the rays of the sun started irritating them. "Think that's a question you already know the answer of" He answered, moving down the sun visor from the car.

Kuroo scoffed and shook his head. He rested his elbow against the door and supported his head with his hand. His hazel colored orbs scanned over the area, his eye falling onto two kids holding hands while walking to school.

"When's ya' next match? Cool if we hop on by?"

Sendai frogs.

Sendai frogs was a volleybal team, one Tsukishima had joined a few years ago. At first volleybal to him wasn't something he did for 'fun'. He never understood why his teammates got so overly excited about scoring just a single point or how they'd cry because they lost. If you told 16 year old him he'd be joining a somewhat 'proffesional' volleybal team for fun, he'd laugh at you and call you names.

Yet a lot had changed since then. He now enjoyed it more than anything else, feeling an extreme wave of pride wash over him everytime he'd block a good ball or score a point. The wave of pride became almost some sort of tsunami everytime he'd look at the bleacher's and see Kaoru wearing a kids-sized version of his shirt with green and yellow stripes painted on his cheeks while cheering him on.

Tsukishima tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and sighed. "Do whatever you want. Just google the next few matches it should be on there somewhere." He spoke, slowly halting the car when the light turned red.

Kuroo grabbed his phone out of the pocket of his coat, silently mumbling about how Tsukishima could show some more appreciation, and started typing away. His eyes slightly squinted as he let them run over the screen, trying to read the little letters at the bottom of the page.

Once the traffic light turned green again, the car took off and rode through a pile of dead leaves that laid on the pavement making them all shoot up into the air before they gently and gracefully whirled back onto the ground.

The ride there wasn't exactly long nor short. Both Tsukishima and Kuroo were blessed with the fact they were able to find a place to live in the same town as where their jobs were located. It was only about 15/20 minutes by car and about 30/35 minutes with public transport.

Sendai city museum.

It wasn't the biggest museum in japan, that was for sure, but it had one thing that interested Tsukishima a lot when he started looking around for an internship in his last year.

A fossil department. One with the most magnificent dinosaurs, his favorites and the fossils themselves were of great quality. Though, back then, Kaoru was only about 1/2 years old Tsukishima never forgot the way his big golden brown eyes would stare up at the mammoth that was 100 times his size back then. How he'd coo while making grabby hands towards the triceratops while trying to wiggle out of his father's safe embrace.

It was one of the first times Tsukishima took Kaoru somewhere, only being about 19/20 years old back then and still being kind of new to all of the changes Kaoru was going through. It was weird realizing the tiny baby he held in his hands before was becoming a human being with actual personality.

Probably one of his proudest memories, knowing his son might love dinosaurs as he did.

After he graduated it didn't take long before his old internship had offered him a job for he had worked really hard back at Sendai city museum as an intern and they wanted him really badly. An opportunity that opened many doors for him, for about 7 years later he was now head of the fossil department after working hard to achieve his goals.

It didn't take long before Tsukishima had learned about the fact that 2 years before he joined, a certain 'friend' of his got himself enrolled into the science department as a researcher.

So that is exactly how Tsukishima found himself dropping Kuroo off at the museum every morning for the last 6 years.

Closing the door behind him with a soft bang, he reached into his pocket and pressed the lock button on his carkeys. With the signal of the lights flashing for a moment and the familiar beep echoeing in his ears, the two men took it as their sign to walk towards the entrance of the museum.

The raven haired bedhead stuffed his hands into the pocket of his coats and stretched his shoulders, his eyes glancing at Tsukishima from the corner of his eye. "You've got that big opening on Friday, right?" He questioned, stopping in front of the automatic doors while waiting for them to open so they could enter and be welcomed by the warmth inside.

Once the doors slid aside, the two men made their way inside and Kuroo already started unbuttoning his coat. "..Nakamura mentioned something about it so i was just wondering. Heard it was a pretty big deal."

Tsukishima hummed and sighed, removing his hands from his jacket to take his glasses off his face now that the change of temperature was starting to make them get fogged up.

"Just a 'grand opening' for a new fossil i've been trying to get my hands on for some months now. Recently discovered somewhere in the US, you know why i left for two weeks? But yes, that is friday."

His eyes were slightly squinted, not wanting to run into anything or look over an object. His eyesight was quite poor so in many ways had he been glad to hear that so far, knock on wood, Kaoru hadn't inherited that gene.

Kuroo hummed, pursing his lips slightly while greeting the older woman who was sitting behind the welcoming desk. He started unwrapping his scarf from his neck and folded it, slowly coming to a stop once the two men had reached the spot where they parted ways.

"What time?"

Tsukishima sighed and pushed his glasses further up his nose for they started slipping off. He shrugged and turned around, his back turned towards Kuroo as he made his way towards his office. "Eight and i'm not picking your sorry ass up" He said, bag swung over his shoulder.

His footsteps echoed through the hallway, his eyes set on the large entrance at the end of the hall that read 'Jurrasic' in somewhat elegant yet adventurous way to catch the attention of both eldery but also of kids. He could hear Kuroo saying something, but for his own headache he decided not to pay attention to it as he entered the fossil display area.

With a triceratops on his right, his eyes settled upon the fossil on the other side of the room. A stegosaurus. Though, it by far wasn't Tsukishima's favorite dinosaur, it was his first ever project. To add to that, the fossil was on great shape too. It's back plater being in perfect condition, something which isn't very common with a stegosaurus fossil for the fact that it's back platers are so thin and fragile.

Even though it had been 6 years since it got here, Tsukishima always took a moment right before going into his office to admire it. Of course, he was very proud of all of the fossils and projects he did over the course of the last 7 years, but that stegosaurus being his first big fossil project brought a lot of pride with it.

In the middle of the hall was a big red curtain, circled around the fossil hidden behind it that reached all the way to the top of the high ceiling. So far, Tsukishima's tallest fossil. Surely, not the one with the best quality, but it was a new dinosaur and a tall one at that and that by itself had been enough to draw a lot of attention of the public.

"Ah, Tsukishima! Good to see you"

Tsukishima's eyebrows slightly rose as his eyes locked with the ones of his boss who was currently standing in the middle of his office.

It was strange, for Tsukishima barely saw his boss during his usual work day. There were many weeks where'd it go by without even seeing the man. After all the museum was quite big and his boss worked in an office on the third floor while Tsukishima worked on the first.

Perhaps, there was something urgent? After all, why else would he be waiting for him in his office? Only then did he notice the new desk lined up in front of his own, two cardboard boxes filled with computer material inside of it. Since he was the only person working in this specific office that would mean-

His boss clapped his hands together and smiled warmly. "There'll be a new person joining you today. Hope its not a problem she'll be in your office, i was hoping you'd be able to take her underneath your wing? She's still quite new to the job and worked at a museum in Miyagi before here before she moved." He started explaining, his hazel eyes settled upon Tsukishima's form as he moved to place his bag next to his desk. The man took one of his hands out of the pocket of his blazer and held it out towards the door, nodding towards the same direction.

In the 7 years Tsukishima worked at the museum, he had been completely alone in an office for 5 of them. The first two, he was under the wing of his mentor. An older man, around his 60s, who taught him all the ropes of this job. He was very kind and wise, Tsukishima admired him and was very grateful for all the knowledge he received from him. He retired two years later, leaving Tsukishima alone in the office they used to share. Surely, some people came and went, but around the time of last year Tsukishima became the head of the department after having put up 7 years of absolute great work and got his own office. Besides, there weren't many people working on this department for some reason.

"Oh! Sorry!"

In the door opening, Tsukishima was met my a pair of legs holding onto a cardboard box with a big pile of organisers balancing on top of it. He could see the slightest glimpse of (H/c) coloured hair sticking out of the top. A few papers fell down one of the high storage cabinets, probably because the woman had bumped into it with her sight being blocked.

Tsukishima watched as the pile of documents and organisers started tilting and quickly took a step forward, straightening them before taking them from her. He took a step back and looked down at the woman now standing in front of him.

She opened her mouth, about to thank him, but once she looked at his chest her eyes widened surprised by the fact Tsukishima was so extremely tall being 1,95 meter tall and all. Her eyes traveled up his body, stopping once they locked with his eyes.

"..thank you. Sorry i thought that if i piled it up it would be a bit faster instead of having to walk up and down to the entrance." The woman said with a small chuckle following afterwards.

He could notice she was a bit nervous, hiding it with a smile and some sort of awkward humor. There was just the slightest hint on pink dusting her cheeks. Not because of the fact he made her flustered, but because of the fact she suddenly felt like a very tiny mouse compared to the tall man of a giraffe looking down at her.

The man turned around and placed the pile on top of her desk, the woman following shortly afterwards and placing the box next to it before clenching and unclenching her hands to relief the cramps.

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n), thank you for having me here and nice to meet you" She said while holding out her hand. Tsukishima looked down at her hand for a moment before taking it, squeezing it as he shook her hand.

"Kei Tsukishima. Glad to have you here."

(Y/n) smiled at him and held his gaze for a moment, peering into his eyes for a moment before quickly removing her hand from his grip and look away not being able to hold eye contact before feeling intimidated.

Once again, their boss clapped his hands. The man walked towards the two of them, softly slapping a hand onto their shoulders and squeezing it. It was quite the friendly gesture, something he did often and Tsukishima had gotten used to it over time but he could see how (Y/n) slightly flinced at the sudden action.

The older man laughed warmly and sighed rather loudly. "Well then, now that's settled, Tsukishima why don't you show her around a bit yes? Just take today to show her around the hall, teach her all the basics and get to know each other a bit yeah?" He said, removing his hands from their shoulders only to rub them together as if wanting to rub off the germs.

Without even having waited for a response, the man walked towards the exit and closed the door behind them leaving the two new colleagues alone together in an empty room.

There was an awkward silence. From (Y/n)'s side it was not knowing what to say, not knowing what Tsukishima liked talking about or what type of humour or interests he had. Of course, talking about their job seemed like the most logic thing to do since they both liked it but maybe it was a bit too predictable and boring to begin with. All the thoughts and panic ran through her head, yet Tsukishima just didn't seem to notice the fact there was an awkward silence and didn't feel the need to fill up that silence.

He looked at the boxes, peering into them to look at all the cables and gadgets. "Do you need help, setting that up?"

The woman's head snapped to her right, snapping out of her thoughts and followed Tsukishima's eyes. She peered into the box and started rubbing the back of her neck, a crooked smile appearing on her face. "Oh, uhh. If you'd like to, i mean i'm pretty bad with setting up electronics. My..old roommate always did that for me." She said with a chuckle. She started unpacking the boxes, placing all of the equipments on the desk. Tsukishima followed after her, organizing all the cables.

"I'm not the best at setting stuff up either, but i can try to help." The blonde said while lifting the monitor out of the box and placing it down. He adjusted it slightly, making sure it was straight and not tilted all the way to the sides. "..Is this spot good?"

(Y/n) hummed and nodded as her hand unconciously fiddled with the side of her blazer, rolling a button between her fingers. Maybe she should of have figured out how to do this at home first, asking a friend or one of her parents to help her. That would've made a better impression then she currently was making, standing next to Tsukishima while watching him with big eyes while handing him all the things he asked for. Like a kid holding a flashlight for their dad.

With his back on the ground, Tsukishima started connecting some of the loose cables with a zip tie to make sure the bottom of her desk wouldn't be a tangled mess. His eyes were slightly squinted and his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, something he often did while doing something physically he had to concentrate on such as putting together Ikea furniture.

His mother had commented on how Kaoru started doing it, saying how she'd always notice how he'd try and copy a lot of things Tsukishima did when Kaoru was a toddler and how he'd really focus on everything his father did. That phase was over, sadly because Kaoru's grandma was delighted with looking at the scene that Tsukishima himself never noticed, but it seemed that Kaoru had taken over the same expression whenever he coloured or build something with legos.

Tsukishima plugged the powerboard into the outlet and flicked on the power button. A sigh left his nose and he pushed himself up, clumsily shuffling out from underneath the desk. The space was tiny, way too tiny for Tsukishima's long body and that surely was confirmed when he bumped his head against the top of the wooden desk.

(Y/n) kneeled down, looking at Tsukishima with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" She asked after hearing the knock and seeing him rub the back of his head.

The man hummed and nodded his head, quickly getting up and plucking a little dust bunny off of his sleeve before throwing it into the trash. Tsukishima turned towards the computer and once he saw that all the lights that were supposed to be on were on he turned towards the woman standing behind him. "That should do it for now. I'll send you some codes via mail soon so that you can get access to Bicrosoft for stuff like word and excel."

He took the last empty cardboard box and folded it together, making sure not to rip it for Tsukishima wasn't sure if she wanted to keep them for something else. "I'll show you around after you're done setting everything down, after that you need to fill in some things to get your own ID card. To prove you work here. " He said while showing her the ID card that hung on his neck, secured with a dark blue neckstrap.

There was his picture on it, one taken in his usual work attire, in front of a white screen. The picture was already a bit old, it being from 3 years ago already, and was supposed to get replaced soon but so far neither Tsukishima or his boss really bothered about it. Next to his picture there was his full name, birthdate, profession/the department he worked at and his employee code.

The woman leaned a bit closer and examined the card, humming to herself before backing up again. Her eyes scanned over her desk that was now filled with a completely set up computer and a small smile made its way onto her face.

(Y/n) looked at Tsukishima and bowed her head slightly. "Thank you for setting it up. I think i'd still be here next Thursday if i had to it myself, i'd never be able to figure out which cord would go where." She said, once again with forced awkward humor and a smile. These jokes, trying to act 'relaxed' and 'fun' really weren't paying off at all. If it wasn't the awkward smile on Tsukishima's face it would be the fact that she didn't even find them funny herself.

With a second of silence gone by, the two of them started doing their own thing. As (Y/n) unpacked her stuff, placing down a plant and filling her drawers with paper and pens, Tsukishima was busy on his computer to try and already get the form for her ID ready.

The upcoming hour had been spend mostly in silence.

Once again, it was some sort of not noticing the awkwardness hanging in the air type of situation coming from Tsukishima. After all, he was just doing his thing and concentrated on the words he read on the screen and the things he typed. The man didn't notice how she bit her lip and fiddled with her blazer. He didn't even notice when she was done and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say.

First days at work were always rather awkward, right? She'd be fine eventually..right?

Like his boss had already informed him, today wasn't exactly very productive.

Tsukishima spent all his time helping her, mostly with getting programs installed and telling her about how certain processes of things went. Like the process of getting a new fossil in, something the museum was currently in the middle of doing.

Though it had already been a few hours since the two of them met, they still hadn't really talked. Well, they had, but only work related things. There was no small talk or getting to know each other a bit better, something that Tsukishima later on realized he might should. After all, she was under his wing now and she had to feel comfortable.

God how he was bad at that.

"Why did you pick this over the museum in Miyagi?"

The two of them were currently standing in front of a pachycephalosaurus, als referred to 'Egg head' by Kaoru. They were in the middle of the tour, Tsukishima showing her around a bit and telling her about the history of where the fossils were from and how they got them.

The question seemed to have taken (Y/n) off guard for a moment, the eyes that once admired the fossil now slightly widening before snapping towards Tsukishima. He could see how she licked her lips, softly tugging her bottom lip before they tugged into a smile.

She chuckled and looked and moved her hands around, signalling at all the fossils around them. "I think this is enough of an answer, don't you think? I wanted to move somewhere else, so once i found the job application i knew i couldn't let this opportunity slip through my fingers."

Tsukishima slowly nodded his head. He looked around the hall, his eyes scanning over the variety of fossils, plastic dinosaurs and pictures. It was set up in a way so both children and adults could enjoy it, the choice of fake plants and placements of the dinos together making it look like as if you were walking around amongst them. It wasn't too over the top, after all people who wanted to admire the fossils also still had to enjoy walking around here without thinking it was too childish.

He inhaled deeply and looked back down at the woman standing in front of him, his golden brown eyes locking with her (e/c) ones. "I chose it for the same reason. Walking around here made me realize that something like this was really somewhere i could see myself walking around even when i'm old.."

There was a moment of silence before Tsukishima sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"..what made my decision final though, was the paycheck" He followed, not even meaning for it to sound like a joke and also not realizing it until he heard a laugh escape the woman's throat. For the first time that day, it being a genuine one.

A small half sidded grin made its way onto Tsukishima's face and he adverted his eyes to the red curtains that were currently hiding the new fossil from the public eye.

"I mean, that paycheck really did look good" (Y/n) said, an actual more relaxed smile present on her face. Though, it wasn't the funniest thing in the world, she felt more at ease. After all this was the first time today the two of them had an actual fun interaction.

She looked at Tsukishima for a moment and noticed how his eyes were looking at the other side of the room. Following his gaze, she now too noticed the curtains and barricaded area. When coming in today, she hadn't been very focused on the fossils around her since she had her attention on not dropping the boxes in her hand.

Tilting her head and squinting her eyes,the woman turned her body towards the new discovery. "What's behind that?" She asked him, adeberting his eyes back to him.

"A brachiosaurus. Discovered in the US, process took a few months but he's finally here." Tsukishima said while stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He hummed for a second before turning towards (Y/n). "The big reveal is gonna be Friday evening at 8. You should come, it'll be a good experience for you to see how these things go."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened and a small smile made its way onto her face. She switched her gaze between the currently hidden by the curtains brachiosaurus and Tsukishima. "Really? That would be wonderful, i'd be honored!" She exclaimed, her hands folding together. There was a spark in her eye, one of excitement. After all, its not every day you get to experience such a thing in your first week of working at a new place. "Could i see it now?"

The man opened his mouth to answer but quickly closed it again. A small smirk made its way onto his face and he tilted his head slightly. "I think it would be more interesting to wait until Friday, that way it will be a reveal for you too."

(Y/n)'s had raised her eyebrows at him and slightly squinted her eyes. "You-..I..That's a wonderful idea, Tsukishima! There's nothing i love more than a good surprise.." She exclaimed, a tone in her voice Tsukishima couldn't quite place but the twitch in her eyebrow said enough.

Softly snickering at her reaction, soft enough for her not to hear, the two of them completed their tour. Though they still didn't talk a lot apart from work related things, (Y/n) had now started asking him a bit more questions. About when he became interested in dinosaurs, where he went to college etc. Still, in a way, related to work yet subtly going off course to more personal stuff.

"Is this your son?"

Tsukishima looked up from the map he was holding in his hands and saw (Y/n) examining a framed picture he had on his desk. The only picture there, really. He looked back down at the map and nodded. "Yes, Kaoru." He said while signing his name at the bottom of the paper.

(Y/n) put the picture down on his desk and smiled. "He looks a lot like you. How old is he?"

"He just turned 7."

Her eyes slightly squinted and she pulled up her eyebrow, her head tilted as she looked at Tsukishima with a questioning look. "You're 26 right?"

Silence.

Great, not only are the judgemental karens at Kaoru's school there but he now apparently also has one at work. Not that he minded, he couldn't give less of a shit about it but it was annoying as hell.

Tsukishima sighed annoyed and closed the map with a loud bang. He turned around and shoved it into the office storage closet. "Yes i am 26 years old and yes i was 19 when Kaoru was born, no i do not regret it." He said, a very annoyed tone lacing his words.

Once again, there was a silence.

"I think its wonderful that you're a dad, my apologies if you thought i meant it in a judgemental way. Just curious, but i'll stop the questions if you feel uncomfortable-"

"Oh, no its okay. I'm used to people..Doesn't matter, my apologies" Tsukishima said, face palming internally. In this moment, there was nothing more he wanted to do than punch himself in the gut what a great way of responding to a new colleague who's just curious about his life.

(Y/n) only chuckled and shook her head. "Its okay, don't worry about it." She said, grabbing her coat from her desk chair one they put together that morning with a bit of a struggle. Their shift had already ended, after all they didn't have anything to do today except for introductions to each other and everything new to her.

The already slowly setting sun creeped its way through the blinds, landing on top of their desks and warming up Tsukishima's coat that was currently on top of his own. Tsukishima quickly closed them, closing everything up so they could leave, and he took his coat and bag from his desk. "If you close up, always make sure to close the blinds. Though it currently isn't the biggest problem, in the summer the sun shines onto the computer and can get them overheated and its not the nicest thing in the world" He said, turning off the light of the office as the two of them left the room.

"Noted. Once again, thank you very much for showing me around today and helping me with everything. I'm also very grateful for the fact i'm able to work under your wing." She said while slipping her arms through the sleeves of her coat. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons and belt and she quickly swung her bag over her shoulder afterwards.

Tsukishima shook his head and wrapped his scarf around his neck. "No need. I'd like to see what you've got up your sleeve" He said, the two of them exiting the fossil area only to end up in the big reception hall where right next to the front desk a raven haired man was talking to the old receptionist with grin.

It only took a few seconds until Kuroo had spotted them, quickly wishing the receptionist goodbye and jogged towards them. His eye fell onto the woman next to Tsukishima and his eyes immediately lit up. "Ah, Tsukishima, who might this be? Nice to meet you, i'm Kuroo i work as a researcher here." He said while holding out his hand, something (Y/n) gladly took with a smile.

"I'm (Y/n), nice to meet you too. I work with Tsukishima." She said, shaking his hand before retreating it back into her pocket. Right before she was about to say something else, her eyes fell onto the clock on the wall and immediately widened.

She quickly bowed her head before sprinting off. "I'm terribly sorry, i'm gonna miss my train! I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye!" She yelled, her bag swinging left and right next to her money as her coat swayed behind her. Within seconds, she was out of sight.

Kuroo grinned and nudged Tsukishima with his elbow, something which made the man wanna roll his eyes all the way back already knowing what was about to come. "She looks like a nice person and likes dinosa-"

Tsukishima's lips pulled into a sugary sweet smile and he closed his eyes. "Oh? You heard her didn't you, the train's leaving soon i'd hurry if i were yo-"

"Geez, geez, mr dinosaur! You really can't take a joke, huh?" Kuroo said, rolling his eyes and scoffing afterwards. He shook his head as the two of them left the building and sighed. "You know, you'd never actually leave me here, you're too nice for that" Kuroo said with a grin, waiting at the passenger's seat door as Tsukishima got into his car.

The blonde raised a brow and looked at Kuroo through the window, closing his door behind him while starting his car. The ravenette pulled at the doorhandle several times with no success and his eyes widened as Tsukishima drove the car out of the parking spot, without Kuroo in it.

"O-oi! Tsukishima i was kidding, please let me in man!"

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Shower Quickie (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Shower Quickie Rating: Explicit  Length: 2000 Warnings: Smut (shower sex) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set Thanksgiving 1998. Summary: Javier joins Reader in the shower. 

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“Mommy can Stevie sleep in the room with Sofía and me?” Josie questioned, her hands on her hips as she looked up at you. “She can sleep in bed with me!”

“Stevie has been walking around outside where the cows are,” You reminded her. “So no, she cannot sleep in the bed with you. However, she may sleep in the room with you.”

“Thank you, mommy!” Josie beamed as she grabbed your legs. 

Your gaze flickered to Javier who was already in their bedroom, trying to get Sofía down for the night. “You good?”

He turned and nodded, “She’s being difficult.” Javier chuckled as he cradled her to his chest. “But I’ll get her down.”

“Alright,” You smiled a little. “I’m going to go ahead and take a shower.” You told him, leaning down to kiss Josie’s forehead before sending her into the bedroom. 

“Kitchen’s clean.” Monica told you as you walked through the family room. She and Nadia were curled up on the sofa watching a movie on the TV. “And I even remembered to set the pot for coffee in the morning.”

“I remembered.” Nadia retorted, swatting Monica with a pillow. “You headed for bed?”

You nodded, stifling a yawn. That trail ride zapped me. See you girls in the morning.” You offered them a mock salute before meandering down the hallway to the bedroom to grab your things.

You grabbed your pajamas and a towel from the hall closet and ducked into the bathroom. You caught your reflection in the mirror and grimaced — you looked like someone who had been rode hard and put up wet, which frankly fit. 

The trail ride had been fun — but four hours in the saddle, in the sun had killed you. 

You peeled off your tank top, before shimmying out of your jeans, leaving them both on the floor as you walked over to the shower to start up the water. 

You jumped a little when you heard a knock at the door, your brows furrowing together. “Someone’s in here.” You called out, as if that weren’t obvious from the light coming from the bottom of the door. 

“It’s me.” Javier answered back as he tried the door. 

“Really?” You laughed as you unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I told you I was gonna take a shower.” 

“Which is why I’m here.” Javier’s brows rose upwards as his lips slowly curved into a smirk. “Thought we might conserve water. You know, help pops cut down on the bill this month.”

“I am sweaty and disgusting.” You retorted, hands on your hips as you stared him down. “And we are not alone in the house.” 

He chuckled, “Trust me, I’m aware.” Javier stepped towards you, his hands coming to rest at your hips, fingers rubbing over the waistband of your underwear. “But we both know the pipes make enough noise to cover up any sounds.”

You swallowed thickly as you looked up at him. His hair was still plastered to his forehead from where he’d worn a cowboy hat all afternoon and you could resist reaching out fluffing it off his skin. “They are awfully loud.” You glanced behind you at the shower, biting down on your bottom lip. “This is a terrible idea, but I love it.” 

“I thought you might come around,” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth and started unbuttoning his shirt as you worked at unbuckling his belt and getting his jeans down his hips. 

“I’m curious,” You started as you traced a finger over the outline of his cock through his boxers. “What wound you up?”

He ran his tongue over the edges of his teeth as he met your gaze. “Started this morning.” Javier told you and couldn’t help but laugh. “What?”

You shook your head, sniffling another laugh. “I was tempted this morning, but then I thought — not at his father’s house.” You scrunched up your nose as you cupped his cheeks and kissed him. 

Javier curled his arm around your waist, “You think I haven’t—“

You slapped your hand over his mouth, “I don’t want to hear about all the women you’ve fucked here.” You scolded him, holding his gaze as you kept your hand clamped over his mouth. 

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and snapped the fabric, causing you to yelp softly, taking your hand off his mouth. “And then you go there.”

You kissed him again, “I don’t want to hear about anyone else or I’ll be forced to bring up Lance.”

Javier hissed dramatically, “A low fucking blow, baby.” He grabbed a handful of your ass as he pulled you towards him. 

“Yeah, well.” You shrugged, pressing against him. “It’s what you deserve.”

He stole another kiss as he dragged your underwear down your hips and unsnapped your bra. “Don’t be mean, baby.” He said lowly, his breath dancing over your lips. 

“No.” You caught his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down gently, before pulling away to check on the water. From the corner of your eye you could see Javier touch his lip, before divesting himself of the rest of his clothing.

It was risky doing this in a house full of people. But… you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about it. There was something very appealing about watching Javier do manual labor around the ranch — riding horses, mending fences, helping haul feed around the barn.

You could get used to it. 

“The water’s perfect,” You told him, pulling the shower curtain aside as you stepped in. 

Javier wasted very little time joining you in the shower, “Feels fucking good after a long day.” He remarked as he reached out to gather some water in his palm to splash on his face. 

“I’m telling you,” You warned him again. “I do not smell good.” You turned to face him as you stepped beneath the showerhead. 

“I had noticed.” He taunted, following you forward until he was mostly under the spray as well. He reached out and brushed his fingers over your cheekbone, tucking wet hair behind your ears. “You having fun on the ranch?”

You nodded, “It’s a nice change of pace.” 

Aside from the handful of conversations that had come up about your mother — you’d managed to put her far from your mind. Laredo was the perfect reset. Not to mention — Chucho seemed thrilled to know that you and Javier had gotten married. 

That was something no other woman could claim.

You took his hand into yours, bringing it to your lips and kissing his ring finger. The ring was sitting in your bedroom, safe and sound from getting fucked up while he worked around the ranch.

“I love you.” Javier murmured, brushing his thumb over your lips.

“I love you too.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, draping your arm over his shoulder as you pressed against his chest. “Luckily,” You started with a laugh. “You smell too.”

“Everything smells a bit…” Javier made a face. “It’s either horse or cattle.”

You nodded, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you ran your arms over his, tracing water droplets down his skin. 

You trailed your fingers down his chest and stomach, before reaching your intended destination. “You’ve got to be quiet,” You reminded him, lips close to his ear as you reached down between your bodies and curled your fingers around his cock. 

Javier tensed, one hand grabbing at your hip as you started to stroke his hardening cock. “Baby.”

“Shh.” You whispered, dragging your thumb over the head of his cock, before dropping to your knees in front of him. 

Rivulets of water ran down your face, but for the most part his body blocked the water from running directly into your face. You curled your fingers around the base of his cock as you swept your tongue out to replace your thumb. 

Javier grabbed at both of your shoulders, a low groan escaping him as you cupped his balls as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. 

You teased your forefinger up and down the length of his cock as you swirled your tongue over the head teasingly. 

“Shit.” Javier hissed out as you pulled away sitting back on your legs and looking up at him. “That fucking mouth of yours.”

You smirked, “Good, right?” 

He offered you his hands as you stiffly rose back to your feet. “But not quite what I want.” He told you as he brushed his thumb over your chin and leaned in to kiss you. 

His mouth slanted over yours, his tongue slipping past your lips to find yours. He never cared about where your mouth had just been, hell — how many times had he eaten you out, while he was still leaking from your cunt. 

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as Javier’s hand slid between your thighs, you moaned against his lips as his probing fingers dipped into your slick center. 

“Javier.” You whispered, breaking from his kiss and pressing your forehead to his. 

“You good, baby?”

You nodded, playing with the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Yeah.”

Javier pressed another kiss to your lips, before urging you to turn around and face the wall. You leaned forward, bracing yourself against it as he moved to line his cock up behind you. 

You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out as Javier slowly sank into you, A throaty moan escaped you. He grabbed at your hips tightly, holding you steady as he started to move, driving the length of his cock into you. 

There was no time to take it slow — as much as you wanted to savour the sensation of him. You rolled back into his thrusts, fingers trying to keep a grip on the wet wall in front of you as he worked himself into you again and again. 

The angle was perfect. Every thrust had him hitting that sweet spot within you, your cunt clenching around his cock. 

Javier released his hold on your hip, his hand sliding up to grab at your breast. He fondled it roughly, his thumb dragging over the pebbled peak of your nipple.

“Fuck!” You gasped, hoping you hadn’t been too loud. Javier’s pace faltered, but you reached behind you and grabbed at his leg helplessly. You were too close for him to stop.

His hand slid from your breast, back down to where your bodies were joined, his finger stroking over that little bundle of nerves that made fresh waves of heat burn in your lower belly. 

“Come on baby,” Javier urged and that little bit of encouragement was all it took. Your back arched as your body pulsed around him, mind-numbing bliss winding through your body as you came apart for him.

He was fast behind you, hips pressed flush against you as he spilled into you. His hand tightened at your hip, hard enough to leave bruises behind. 

You missed the connection the second he pulled out of you. It took you a second to stand upright, pulse thundering in your ears as you turned around to face him. “Hi.” You whispered, reaching out to brush your fingers over his cheek. 

Javier’s breathing was ragged, his eyes still heated from the frenzied moment and you let yourself get lost in the bruising force of his kiss as his lips crashed against yours. Two bottles of shampoo went tumbling to the floor of the shower and neither of you gave a damn. 

There was a very good chance that if Monica and Nadia had passed the bathroom on the way to their room, that they’d know exactly what had gone on behind the closed door and right then and there? You didn’t care. 

[reginaofdoctorwho]

weird shit that would probably have something to do with me in a horror movie

no one wanted this but i’m bored and found a bottle so you’re all getting it. yes these are all true. check the tags, if u think i’ve missed something please let me know!

there was a murder (technically, i don’t really count it as a murder) next door when i was four years old on christmas morning

the weird antique glass bottle i found half-buried in the woods in the woods yesterday with living bugs in it that made no attempt to leave it once i uncovered it

there is a local cult in the next town over. this is not the same as the local cult that was in the other town over where my mom grew up

random completed animal skeletons in the woods behind our house, i’m talking prey and predator, both laid out like in a goddamn scientific diagram. for a while there’d be ones in the middle of our yard, always the same type of animal, always just the bones and nothing else, laid out like it was posed. this has been happening for over half a decade and we have no fucking clue how, why, or who is doing it

the screaming from the woods that i’m going to assume is a fox

my sister almost dated a murderer. his niece or something is in my class

there is a house that is now part of a “local ghost tour” that belonged to my great+ grand parents during the civil war where my great+ aunt died allegedly murdered by her husband who is actually blood related to me. family history says she died of childbirth, which given that it was the 1800s... probably is true

there was an actual murderer in our family a few generations back but he married in and killed his wife and her sister. they didn’t find out about it until they read his journals after he died where it apparently told everything he did and they decided. “well, that wouldn’t look good for the family, and they’re already dead anyway” and just kept it hidden??

the fact we have my great great grandmother’s dress from probably 1890s or 1900s. even more so the fact that i fit in it. if this was fantasy horror (vampires, some immortal thing or ghost) i’d be fucking dead or cursed

fairly certain i was possessed by the ghost of a puritan as a kid

my family seems to have a curse with babies and nurses? my great uncle died when he was born because long story short, hospitals were the new hot thing, he was perfectly healthy, then a nurse dropped him and he died instantly. my sister died when she was a toddler and the hospital actively tried to delete her hospital records to cover it up and ended up getting fined by the state for it. the nurses responsible were not arrested or punished in any way.

my family all has fucked up connective tissue, in my brother it was bad enough he had to get a steel bar in his chest so it wouldn’t cave in.

the many times i have almost drowned, sometimes due to intentional actions by humans (my dad, it was my dad)

this in addition to the other fucked up shit he did before the divorce when he still lived here, including but not limited to: killing my mom’s favorite pet goat, hanging its skull in a tree, and leaving the body in the woods. not letting his kids learn how to cook. anytime someone asked him to cook he’d put as much pepper/hot sauce in as he could (even for like, scrambled eggs) and give it to the youngest person, usually a toddler. this was me at times. taking his kids out to the woods and threatening murder. taking his kids out to the woods and threatening burning. purposely locked the basement from the inside so we couldn’t get the gaping hole in the stairs leading to one of three kids rooms fixed. tearing up pictures of the kids whenever my mom did something he didn’t like. i had more here but i tried to cut it down a litttle

people have threatened to murder me before. one time a girl didn’t threaten, and actually acted like she was starting to like me, but her cousin read her diary or something and found out she was planning to commit a lot of murder, and told her parents and she got sent to a psychiatric ward for a couple weeks

my mom lived down the street from a family that got axe-murdered by one of their two sons when she was a kid. the murderer did get out on an insanity plea and is still in the area. also their neighbor’s mom “lost her mind” (how the story was told) when she had to protect their kids while her husband went over to try to protect the non murderer son when he got home from school and ran over screaming about his brother trying to kill him and had killed their parents

also she knew a girl who almost got kidnapped by this really fucked up traveling serial killer that has his own wikipedia page that is,,, lengthy. the girl had [alleged] mafia ties, and the guy ended up dying shot by police despite them being told to bring him in, which sounds kinda suspicious

long story short i’d probably be the sequel where one comes back

apparently i go to the “bad” school, which i found out in a coffee shop when i overheard two girls talking about how one’s dad went there and how horrible and dangerous it is

school fights are weird. either they don’t happen or they come freakishly close to murder. people slam heads into lockers, stomp on bones, drag people by hair along the ground. one time in my brother’s class a 4′9″ girl sent a 6′2″ football player to the hospital. there was video of a fight a couple years ago that’s still around. it was brutal, but also one of the girls fighting was taking one for the team in it and got the other kicked out

we don’t have a ceiling in all of the third floor, and the cafeteria has 2. this is not relevant in any way, but it’s important to me that you know this

also the guys kept ripping the heating vents/radiators/whatever off the walls in their bathrooms and got almost all the bathrooms locked. including the girls’ ones.

also everyone kept punching holes in the walls so on some of them it’s just,,, metal sheeting down the whole hallway

there are so many fucking shootings in the next town over. literally five years ago it was this nice place where kids would go on history tours, i did when my sister worked for that group. now there is pretty much one business that has not been held up at gunpoint, and if u look up to the serial killer bullet point, it is for v similar ties. it’s a pizza place and if u ever stop by u gotta try it

women in my family have weirdly good intuition but every couple generations we get doubtful. my great grandma didn’t want a hospital birth but decided “hey it’s the hot new thing for a reason”, my mom switched churches based on nothing but intuition and it turned out someone was a pedophile there (found out years later), i instantly could tell my friend’s boyfriend was a pos and wasn’t surprised later when he told her he’d murder and dismember me in front of her, and upon meeting him told him he was a fucking coward and couldn’t do it. he broke up with her a month later.

i was really good friends for a while with two guys that burned a building down. yes they were arrested. i was friends before and after the fire. they’re pretty nice, but this girl they used to date (at different times, they were brothers, yes it was fucking weird and uncomfortable for everyone involved except her but that’s it’s own thing) said some fucked up shit and it was the closest i ever got to starting a fight. anyway i’m still friends with both on facebook. one of them shares a lot of king of the hill memes

speaking of that fight, i 100% would’ve tried to kill her in that moment. u know that john mulaney quote like “i didn’t understand how a person could want to kill another person. then i got cheated on, and i was like ‘oh, okay.’”? that was me, but replace “cheated on” with she told me it was good my five year old sister was dead because she was a waste, and told me she hoped i’d die of covid”. it was mainly the sister thing. i couldn’t move because if i did i’d start a fight with the [way] above mentioned shit.

my family has a literal feud with a local farming family. i mean, we keep farm animals (sheep, goats, chickens), these people have that, pigs, and crops too. the feud was because their great uncle (or great grand uncle, i’m a little fuzzy on the details) published an autobiography (despite not being anyone famous/important) and in it talked about when he was friends with my grandfather and how creepy my great grandfather was (this was the one with the dead firstborn son) because he kept newspaper clippings of the Lindbergh baby’s kidnapping and murder pinned to a board on the wall of his office/basement. also because he was a child of german immigrants who wanted to fight against nazis in WW2 (how suspicious [sarcasm]). members of their family are in my grade. they charged my sister for almost half an extra pound of goods, too, which just revitalized it.

i live by corn fields. i am surrounded by cornfields. (joke one)

i was friends for a while with this girl whose baby teeth,,, didn’t really fall out completely? she was 17 the last time i saw her in person, she’s probably 19 now and judging by her facebook pictures they’re still Like That. she had a very symmetrical mouth/teeth, which made it weirder. just to clarify, she had some of her baby teeth pushed forward and up, so they kind pointed out a little? and all her adult teeth. she was literally so pretty.

a teacher who is v sexual with his female students came into my english class (he is a science teacher) to demand why i wasn’t signed up for his class. we then both became increasingly passive aggressive and he told the whole class where i live with specific directions and landmarks. the guy sitting next to me had to try to tone things down despite being obviously confused as to why it was even happening (me too buddy). he lives down the road from my sister. when my niece had her birthday party at our house i was outside setting things up and he slowed his car down and honked at me. fuckin creep

[aaaaang]

Drabble prompt: Wuko goes on their first date and mako takes too long to realize that it is in fact a date and not just two bros hanging out lol

Oh... I got carried away with this one.... I really liked this one....... thank u sm 💖

Wu has been acting weird lately. It's true that Wu acted weird all the time, but this was a very different kind of weird. Mako didn't know what to make of it...

The night started just as any night did between the two of them. Mako was by himself as he tried to work on some paper work and Wu was... doing what ever he did in that bedroom of his. (Mako would be lying if he said he didn't have his own vanity routine, but he genuinely did not know what took him that long. And how can someone own so many shirts in so many colors?)

It was quiet and peaceful. That is until Wu barged into the room, loud and bigger than life. He did that a lot, taking charge of a room and becoming center stage. By now, Mako has gotten used to how much room he takes.

Suddenly, they were both off to a night on the town. However, when they entered the Sato Mobile, Wu turned toward Mako and asked where he would like to go. Some place that they hadn't been to. Someplace Mako specifically knew. Afterall, Wu always chose and he'd rather see something Mako would like. So, despite his better judgment, Mako gave the driver the address to Narook's.

Clue number one: attention.

Narook's was not the place to take a prince. It was in a worser part of the city (but not the worst) and there was a good chance they could have run into trouble. Not to mention the joint itself was nothing like the up scale restaurants Wu had taken them to before. The walls were old and not as well kept as they should be. Seating was close together, which on a busy night meant weaving your way through people and tables and definitely knocking into people. The decor was probably pretty far from on trend as well. Oh yeah and the kitchen was pretty much right there.

But when Mako thought good food, he thought of warm cheap noodles and broth. Surprisingly, Wu seemed enthralled with it all.

"I don't think I've ever been to a place like this before. So... worn and vibrant!" Wu was observing a rather loud party right next to them with a smile. "And pretty loud too, haha! I don't think I've ever had a noisy dinner."

Mako rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat.

"You should be here during a pro bending tournament. Much worse," Mako added on with a bit of a groan. Oh the many times he had spilled food during a busy night...

Wu laughed at that, turning his attention back to Mako and leaning across the table.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, you know. I think I like this." Wu gestured vaguely around them. "You don't really feel alone. Kinda like you have a family."

There was something in his eyes that seemed to give away a lot more than he was telling. Mako almost wanted to ask but he found the words trapped somewhere. There was something else in the air and in their words. Feet pressed against his under the table, and he pressed back without much thought.

"Oh my-Mako is that the wolfbats? Wait a minute... Mako is that you in that picture?"

And then that something else was gone.

Clue number two: the air.

After they finished eating, Wu insisted they walked around. Something about fresh air helping digestion or... what ever. Mako tuned him out. (Definitely did not get distracted by watching Wu covering his ears or anything. No, he intentionally missed what he said.)

Fall was starting to come to an end, and with winter came a chill. It wasn't too bad yet, just enough to bite at your nose and ears. Mako dealt with the cold rather well, years of living off of the streets developed a bit of a resistance to it. Also, he had his fire bending to warm him up if he truly got chilly.

It seemed Wu did not fair the same. He brought a scarf to cover his neck, but as they kept walking he pressed closer and closer to Mako to seek warmth. It got to the point where their hands constantly bumped into the other. Not wanting him to freeze, Mako simply pulled him into his side with a hand on his waist. Again, he thought nothing of it.

"I told you to wear something heavier," Mako chided.

"Mako, I can't predict it to drop so quickly. What do you want me to do? Hire a 24/7 weather man or something?"

Wu seemed to press into him just a little bit more than necessary. Mako didn't find it in him to mind. They spent the rest of their walk quietly talking to each other. Mostly, Mako listened. He didn't mind that each either.

Clue three: touch.

The rest of the night passed like this: Wu and Mako walked down the streets with the light of the lamps and shops guiding them. Every once in a while they were stopped either by people recognizing Mako or by some window catching Wu's eye. They stayed close together and nothing else eventful seemed to happen. It was overall just... pleasant. Much more enjoyable than bars or mixers or what ever else Wu drags him to, that's for sure.

They make it back to the hotel suite, and Mako goes back to his paper work. At this point, Wu goes to the bathroom and then to his room for the night. Instead, he lingers in the shared room. It's odd. Very odd.

Just as Mako gets puts his pen to paper Wu speaks up.

"Hey Mako, I had a fun night tonight," He says quietly.

He's leaning against the entrance to the hallway, his arm across his body as his hand props him up. Wu looks small. He's a small man in general, but he always seemed to take up a room. Now he seems to be just a tiny flame in the corner of a dark room.

"I did too," Mako says back.

Somehow that doesn't feel like the right answer. There's this quietness between them, and similar to the moment in Narook's but a little... worse? Mako cannot figure out why. They hold each others gaze.

Then Wu pulls away. The moment is lost as a smile stretches across his face. His usual bright smile, yet he somehow looks small still.

"Well! You tired me out, big guy. I'm going to head to bed. Make sure you don't fall asleep at that table again. You'll get a neck injury, and then what would i do without you?" Wu pulls away and heads towards his bedroom door. He waves as he heads inside. "Night buddy! See you in the morning!"

And as quick as he came in hours ago, he's gone. It's quiet. Mako is alone.

At first he picks up his pen and tries to write again. He tries to call back the thought that he had before Wu spoke yet the only thing that he can think about is Wu and just how odd tonight has been.

Why had Wu wanted to go somewhere Mako enjoyed? He didn't share a taste for high end cuisine like Wu did. He suggested a noodle joint of all things, yet Wu agreed. Actually, he seemed to really enjoy it. The only other person he's seen eat like that was Bolin. Mako knows this because he couldn't stop watching him eat. He tried to hide it, but it certainly made him smile.

And they walked along the streets, why did Mako indulge him in that? Wu looked and walked like money, he was aware of what could have happened on that street if they weren't careful. But Wu was pressed against him, excitedly telling him about some story or another. When people recognized Mako they gave them a *look* and he found some sort of amusement out of it. Mostly, Mako couldn't stop watching the way the lights of the city shaped and changed Wu's face. How much his eyes seemed to shine and reflect them. There was a certain loud beat in his chest as his heart-

...

Oh.

Clue number four: his heart.

The chair crashed against the floor as Mako stood. Before he could entirely understand what he was doing, he was making his way to Wu's bedroom door. He caught himself before he burst in and instead opted to knock on the door pretty loudly.

The door cracked open, Wu hiding behind it.

"Yes, Mako?" He asked tiredly.

Mako felt his mouth dry out and his tongue turn to sandpaper. He forced the words out of his mouth.

"I was just-you know tonight it was uh great! I uh-I realize I didn't quite-uh... you and I, we went as pals-I mean not pals. We-"

Mako silently cursed to himself and squeezed his eyes shut. Stop stumbling over your words, Mako! Stop fucking this up! Why did he have to be so bad at this, huh?

Breathe in. Breatheout.

He opened his eyes to find Wu starring up at him with a blank expression. He carefully tried again.

"Wu... did you take me on a date?" Mako finally asked.

Wu covered his mouth as he started to laugh. Embarrassed, Mako joined him.

"Yes! Of course it was a date." Wu answered him after his laughter seemed to calm down some. There were tears in his eyes threatening to spill and stains where they had before. He reached over to crowd into Mako's space. "Took you long enough. I thought you were letting me down easy..."

"No, I really didn't know." Mako pulled him closer, just like he had tonight. Both hands on his waist. "I should have known, it seems pretty obvious now. But... well I haven't been on that many dates you know."

Wu hummed and slowly slid his hands up Mako's chest to steady himself.

"Did you like it? The date?" Wu asked softly. Mako could see in his eyes he was worried. "Do you... do you like me?"

"Yeah. Yeah I did." Carefully, Mako leaned down to place a kiss on Wu's lips. He pulled away with a whisper. "Yeah, I do."

He didn't have to see Wu's smile to know it was digging into his cheeks enough to show his dimple. He could feel it as Wu pulled him down for another kiss. And then another. And then another.

They spent that night exchanging soft kisses and sharing secrets in the dark. No one but the moon that covered them in light was there to witness them. It was odd, but Mako could get used to this new normal between them.

[ashyphoenix00]

Spend the night?

You heaved a sigh. The world definitely was against you, you decided somberly as you laid your head on your desk. A long week of studying was behind you, and it was nearing two am Friday morning. You had back-to-back tests this week, and you were completely drained. You hadn’t been able to properly finish up homework that got put in the back of your mind as the tests approached, so the past four hours had been spent dedicated to the neglected work. You weren’t sure if it was worth it, though; your head was pounding with the beginnings of a migraine and your eyes drooped sleepily.

Your phone vibrated on the desk beside your head, making you wince. With effort, you grabbed it and squinted at the screen. It was a text from your boyfriend.

hey babe you up?

You smiled sleepily and tugged your other arm out from under your head to tap out a response to him.

haha howd u know?

You sat up, stretching. Seeing Changkyun’s name on the screen had perked you up a little. He was a senior at the same university, studying music while you pursued biology. You were both seniors, graduating at the end of the year. He had planned on making music and you were going to continue school to get your masters in education to be able to teach biology. As for your relationship, well, the topic was too raw for either of you to breech yet.

because you’re you and i’m me, Changkyun’s response buzzed on your phone. A moment later came a follow-up text: wanna come over?

You contemplated it. Yes, you were tired; yes, the week was exhausting, and you were ready for sleep. But Changkyun. Texting him back a yes, you pick yourself up, yawning and pulling on one of his hoodies over your t-shirt and jogging shorts. The lucky part was that you both lived in the same dorm building, just on different floors. You just had to be careful not to run into any of the resident assistants who might be patrolling just for the heck of it. Not a lot of them did that, but Jessica definitely had it out for you, at least that what it seemed like after she caught you last time trying to sneak into Changkyun’s room a few weeks ago.

Slipping your feet into your worn sandals, you quietly left your dorm room, left empty since your roommate had gone home for the weekend. Glancing up and down the hallways, you hurry to the door to the stairwell and begin taking the steps two at a time, arriving at the third floor within moments. His room was 326, which wasn’t far down this hallway. You knock quietly on the door and enter. Changkyun had been lucky enough to get the entire room to himself; his previous roommate had transferred midsemester and the college hardly ever refilled rooms at this point in the semester.

You closed the door behind you, scanning the room and finding Changkyun sitting on his living room sofa. Not surprisingly, the dorm was a bit messy, with papers and textbooks strewn around the table and floor. With his musical mind, you were used to the clutter. It was how he functioned when writing music or doing homework. The dorms in this building were laid out like small apartments, with a tiny living room and adjacent kitchen, and two bedrooms with bathrooms off to either side of the living room. It was cozy, especially compared to the cramped, 4-bed rooms in some of the other dorms on campus.

You walked over to Changkyun, and he looked up from the notebook he had been writing in. A smile lit up his face and your heart fluttered. You sat by him and took a peek over his shoulder at his work.

“Baby, I can love your flaws

It's not from the wine

You don't need to hide, just come and show your smile”

He snatched it away before you could read any further. “Hey, no peeking.” You made a pouting face at him, and he laughed. “It’s a song for you, I don’t want you to read it yet.”

Your heart leapt. For you? Giving him a shy smile, you laced your fingers with his and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, I’ll let it be a surprise then. Now, it’s really late, can we go to bed?”

Changkyun shook his head, chuckling in amusement. “You haven’t been here one minute and already you wanna go to the bedroom.”

Your face burned in embarrassment. “Not like that, Kyun!” You hit his arm and tried not to look at him.

He squeezed your hand. “I know, I was just playing with you.”

You nodded, trying not to feel mortified still.

A few minutes later, you had climbed into the dorm’s extra bed, the cool sheets smooth against your bare legs. Shivering slightly, you pull the comforter up higher and nestle down into the growing warmth of the bed.

Changkyun poked his head in and, seeing you bundled up with only your eyes poking out, started to laugh. “You look cold, Y/N.”

You blinked at him. “Why do you always keep it so cold in here, it makes no sense.”

He snorted and came into the room, wearing a pair of sweatpants and no shirt. Your eyes flickered briefly to his toned abdomen, but you quickly looked away, sure he’d be able to see your red face.

“It isn’t that cold,” he argued, coming over and sitting on the side of the bed.

You snorted in skepticism. “Changkyun, I can’t feel my toes.”

Before you could protest, he slid between the covers and wrapped you in his arms, immediately enveloping you in warmth. You smiled as he fit you into the curve of his body. You always fitted like a puzzle piece into his arms and it never failed to make you happy.

You jumped as you felt his warm feet touch yours.

“God, you’re right,” Changkyun murmured. “Your toes are frozen.”

His feet rubbed against yours, warming your chilled digits. His arms tightened around your waist and you made a content noise as he kissed the back of your neck.

“I have class in the morning,” you warned him, knowing if he stayed in bed with you, it’d take major motivation to get out of bed the next morning.

Changkyun nuzzled behind your ear. “Play hooky for once,” he replied, leaving feather soft kisses down your neck.

“Kyun!” you scolded, turning to reprimand him. But you stopped short at the soft look in his dark eyes. Your heart melted at the adoration in his gaze. He leaned in and kissed you softly. “Okay, I might,” you whispered, your faces still inches away.

He smiled and kissed you again, then nestled farther down in the covers. “G’night,” he said, his voice muffled.

Feeling warm and fuzzy inside, you curled up next to him, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. “Night."