#wanna punch-test his abs

[malenipshadows]

Let's spar, bro!

DUSTIN MILLIGAN Hot Frosty (2024)

[justmochi]

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pairing :: mira x wonwoo ft mingyu, sua, and yoohyeon

word count :: 2.1k

synopsis :: wonwoo shows mira his rehearsal video for his stunt scene

time :: april, 2024

warnings :: spice, angst if you squint. mira is shrimping

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Mira just got back from the bathroom, plopping down on the couch next to her boyfriend and tucking her legs underneath herself. “You can press play.” They both shared a nod of approval before resuming their romance movie.

The movie was calming down from its climax, prompting her to rest her head on Wonwoo’s shoulder. He takes in a sharp breath, causing Mira to retreat from him.

“Are you okay?” She frowned, keeping her distance.

He presses his fingers into his shoulder, shutting his eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, I’ve just been exerting some muscles I don’t usually use at the stunt academy.”

“Stunt academy?” Her eyes widen, her mind going directly to the worst-case scenario.

“Yeah, I learned some martial art moves for—”

“Martial arts?” She sits up straight, placing her hand on his knee.

“Hey, it’s fine.” He cups her cheek with his palm. “I have to film an action scene for our music video, so I learned from the professionals.”

Mira slouches back against the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“I’m okay–” Both of their heads snap towards the screen when the female lead lets out a moan. Mira feels her cheeks heat up, pursing her lips.

“Uh, we filmed some test footage. Did you wanna see?” He tries to direct their attention elsewhere to downplay the manner of the movie scene.

“Oh, sure!” She perks up, watching as he takes his phone out of his pocket. She pays attention to the movie before he holds out his phone.

She smiles upon seeing him barefaced with his glasses on, and a beanie. “Awe.”

He chuckles nervously before pressing play on the video. She giggles at him taking a deep breath before they begin the sequence.

“You’re so–OH! Oh my gosh–“ She covers her mouth when people in the video start lunging for Wonwoo. She’s speechless while watching the rest of the video, her boyfriend throwing and dodging punches, even kicking the stunt people. When most of the guys are on the ground, her eyes widen as he stands in the video, panting. The footage ends with him fixing his beanie.

She looks at him, her mouth agape behind her palm. He gets flustered when looking into her eyes, throwing his head back on the sofa while snickering.

“Wow, that’s…” Mira shakes her head in disbelief. “Awesome. Can I see it again?”

“Of course.” He hands her his phone and she swipes to the beginning to watch it all over again. The first time, she focuses on the actors coming his way. Second, she watches Wonwoo’s face the entire time. Third, she watches his body movements. He is shy everytime she restarts the video, trying his hardest to focus on the movie and not her reactions.

She watches a fourth time, but scrolls through it frame by frame. Watching it in slow motion was not her brightest idea, because she takes every detail into account. She can’t deny that he looks incredibly sexy. He probably doesn’t even recognize what he’s doing, focusing on the routine he was taught at the academy. She sees his shirt lift up and she can’t help but rewind and scroll some more, wetting her lips at the sight of his abs. She’s at the end of the video, but she doesn’t remember anything from it because her mind is imagining him shirtless.

“Mira?” He knocks her out of her daydreaming.

Her cheeks heat up again, as well as her ears. She feels as if he completely read her mind and she was about to be caught. “Oh, yes?”

“Are you done? I mean you can watch as many times as you want but I’m getting embarrassed.” He smirks.

“Uhh, yes I am.” She hands his phone back to him, trying to get one more glimpse at him in the video. She watches him press the share button and sends it to her through texts. She really wishes he hadn’t done that. “It’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

He smiles, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She blushes and suddenly feels hot all over. He doesn’t pull away but instead stares at her lips. She watches his eyes drift, so she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and kiss his lips. He follows the way her lips move against him, cupping her cheek with his hand. Mira feels her phone ring in her pocket from the text he sent. She quickly pulls away, clearing her throat while brushing strands of her hair behind her ear.

She stumbles on her words, distancing herself from him. “I- do you want me to massage your shoulder?”

He snorts, leaning forward to give her more access. “Go crazy.”

She stretches her fingers before readjusting and pressing them into his shoulder. He shudders the second she applies pressure.

“Sorry,” She pouts, trying to be gentle with him.

“Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me.” He rubs her knee, turning his attention to the movie.

The hairs on her head stand up from that touch alone. She does her best to push away her lustful thoughts, watching the movie with him.

They get absorbed in the intimate scenes when Mira reaches one of his more sore muscles, causing him to suppress a moan. Regardless of his efforts, she still heard it loud and clear.

“Did I hurt you?” She takes her hands back, holding them to her chest.

“No, that felt good.”

“Oh, um…” She tries to reposition her hands back to where they were just a moment ago. She feels around his shoulder blades before he lets out another moan.

“Right there.” He sighs

She flattens her lips, willing her fingers to not start shaking now. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” He speaks low enough for her to hear. Her imagination starts to run wild as she continues to massage his shoulder. She envisions what it would be like to hear the same sounds coming from him but under different circumstances. Would he say the exact same words? She wants to hit herself for looking back on all the times he had been shirtless around her. Her pulse quickens at the thought of the steamy scene minutes ago and what it would be like for her and Wonwoo.

“Why’d you stop?” She snaps out of it again to see him looking at her. She doesn’t remember ever stopping.

“I…” Her fingers hover over his skin, looking down into his eyes. “Sorry, I don’t know–“ She trails off, entranced by his wet lips. They both feel the pull towards each other, leaning in until the front door flies open.

“I got ice cream!” Mingyu lifts the bags, pushing the door shut with his leg.

Mira throws her on the opposite side of the sofa like they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. She hopes Mingyu didn’t notice anything except for the flush across her skin.

“Ice cream!” She stands to her feet, rushing over to grab a bag from Mingyu. “Do you want some ice cream, Wonwoo?”

“Uhh sure.” He stands, readjusting his sweats before stretching his back and limbs.

The three settle on the sofa, Wonwoo in between both of them. Mingyu has his own bowl of ice cream, while the couple share one. She’s hoping the ice cream can somehow melt away her uneasiness from their situation, but she finds herself more agitated sitting so close to her boyfriend.

“You didn’t eat much, do you want the rest?” He leans his temple against her shoulder, whispering into her ear.

“It’s okay, you can have it.” She whispers back, attempting a reassuring nod. She turns her attention to the movie, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

She can’t remember what’s all happened in their movie or even the title of it as she watches him finish the ice cream. Her first mistake was trusting herself enough to turn her head a little to see the cream on the corner of his lips. He wipes it away with his thumb before licking his finger clean. She feels her mouth go dry and a ringing in her ears.

She may have imagined him his eyes shifting to her, but it’s enough for her to shoot up and ask the two boys if they’re done with their ice cream.

“Can I take it?” She grabs both of the bowls from them, running away to the kitchen to collect herself and clean the dishes.

Her mind is running laps as she frantically rinses the dishes, drying them and placing them back in the cupboards. She dries her hands, taking her phone out of her pocket with shaky hands. She texts Sua to come and pick her up ASAP.

Before she can go back to watch the movie with them, she gives herself a pep talk while fixing her hair and clothing.

Wonwoo eyes her as she comes back in, splaying his arm out on the sofa to wrap around her. She forces a smile, bringing her knees to her chest.

He leans in, rubbing his hand back and forth on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t feel too good so Sua is coming early.”

“We can go to my room and you can lay on the bed if you–“

Going to Wonwoo’s room and laying down on his bed.

“No. Really, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”

He scans her face, debating on whether he should feel her forehead for a fever. He nods, instead pressing a peck to her temple. It was very clear to him how tense and unnatural she was acting. He nods, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore.

After a while, her phone vibrates in her pocket, knowing that it’s Sua telling her she’s outside. The movie is almost over so she sticks it out, hoping her member won’t be too agitated with her for making her wait.

The second the screen fades to black, she stands up and smooths her pants down. “Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed tonight.” She bows her head to Mingyu before heading to the front door.

“No problem…” Mingyu raises his eyebrow, watching as Wonwoo walks after her.

She struggles to get her shoes on, pushing her bag to her back.

“Mira,” He presses his palm against her back, causing her to flinch. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She turns her head, pleading with her eyes for him to take a hint. She makes sure she has everything before pulling the door open.

“Let me walk you–“

“No! It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” She nods, giving him an unexpecting peck on the lips. “Love you. I’ll text you.”

She leaves him no room to argue, shutting the door and rushing to the elevators.

Wonwoo stands at the front door for a second before walking back to the living room. He’s thinking in his head when Mingyu brings him back to reality.

“Is it just me or was she acting really weird?” He points to the door, flattening his lips.

“You noticed?”

Mira quickly gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt. Sua looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine.”

“Did something happen–“

“No, nothing happened. I’m just tired so can we please go home?” She presses her arm against the door, holding her head up. When the vehicle doesn’t start driving, she looks over to see the woman staring at her. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am. Sheesh.” She sits back, putting the car in reverse.

“I am despicable.” Mira mumbles under her breath.

April 29, 2024

She can’t help but bite her nails, hesitating on clicking the official music video. She was both anxious and excited to see the final product. She was also fearsome of what she would have to face once she finally watched Wonwoo’s fight scene. She thought it was shameful enough to be thirsting over him, but she didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she craved to be intimate with him.

Mira pressed on the Maestro music video, listening to the song with her headphones on. She waited impatiently for his part, nearly squealing the second it did. Her jaw hung open, having to replay the scene over and over again.

She zoned out, feeling a warmth fill her center. He looked too sexy and she felt ashamed to be imagining such inappropriate things about him.

“Mira!” Yoohyeon reached back for Mira’s leg, shaking it from her seat.

The girl quickly took her headphones off her head, once again acting like she was caught watching something she was not supposed to. “Hmm?”

“Are you drooling?”

She was not expecting a twenty second video to bother her this much.

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Now on AO3 here (with slightly better editing)

Tommy spots him off to the side just after they start playing. He gives Evan a nod and gets one back, and he's confused. Because Eddie has told him he doesn't like basketball, and Evan kind of let it slip he only came last time because he wanted to see him.

Oh.

He loses the ball in his distraction, then tries to shake it off. "Get it together Kinard," he whispers to himself.

A few moments later he's got the ball again, perfect shot lined up, and he glances at Evan, almost showing off a little and the little fucker winks at him.

He misses the shot by a mile, his team is a little frustrated but all Tommy can hear is the beat of his own heart thudding in his ears.

This boy is gonna kill him.

He really thought it was just gonna be a little fling. Something fun and new and wild. If he's honest he hasn't even dated That many guys himself, and certainly no one like Evan. Not someone that blushes at every word he says, that treats each kiss like the last breath of air, that looks at him like he's so experienced and put together and...

Someone runs into him and he almost falls over. He hears Evan laugh, and its such a good laugh. He's so very very screwed.

Tommy manages to make it through the game, losing badly, but he finds that he really doesn't care that much today. Not when that blinding smile like sunshine is laser focused on him postgame. Not when he hears a stuttered "h-hey Tommy," from Buck that literally makes him wanna drag that boy into a kiss right here.

But Evan isn't ready for that he doesn't think. Fuck does he want it though.

"Hey Evan. What're you doing here?" He asks as he grabs his things, uses a towel to wipe the sweat off his brow and arms.

Evan is staring at him, following the towel and he tests an idea, running it down his legs, then rucking up his shirt and doing his abs. Evan honest to God licks his lips and exhales shakily and that makes Tommy nearly pop a boner right there.

He presses in closer, watches as much as hears the intake of breath from Evan. "I... i just wanted to see you..." Evan says and fuck he's blushing. The kid is honest to god blushing and his eyes are darting all over, to Tommy's face, his lips, his body.

"Well that's good. I've been wanting to see you too." His hand comes up of its own accord, about to grab him, but then he remembers where they are and just punches Evan's arm. Well, he was aiming for his arm but he hit his chest. And fuck if that wasn't solid muscle he just hit.

Evan actually moans a bit and slaps a hand over his own mouth, looking around to make sure no one else heard.

But Tommy heard.

"Wanna walk me to my car?" He asks, and Evan nods, following along. Once they get there he goes and opens the back door and tosses his bag in, but then he goes to the passenger aide and opens it.

"I, uh, I drove here," Evan says, uncertain.

Tommy looks at him, eyes trailing up and down his body. "I know. Get in."

Evan complies readily, scrambling into the seat in his haste and fuck if that doesnt make Tommy wanna ravage him right here. Not yet though.

Soon.

Once they're both inside the car the tension is palpable. He looks over, seeing that flush still high in Evan's cheeks. He places a hand on the man's thigh, his thick muscular thigh, and then moves in, swallowing down the gasp Evan lets out as he kisses him.

Its so good. Fuck its too good. At some point his other hand has come up to tangle in Evan's hair, he has curls, how did he not notice the curls before. Hes just about to try going for Evan's neck when he feels a soft pressure against his chest and immediately he shuts himself down, pulls away, panting.

He stares at Evan, trying to see if he pushed too far, he wasnt trying to he just got carried away. Hes about to say that when Evan simply goes "Fuck..."

That makes Tommy laugh. Evan is even redder than before and when he looks down well, the side of his hand is touching something that definitely wasn't there when he first put his hand on Evan's thigh.

Evan's eyes flick down and he groans. "Wow you, uh, you're," he trails off, but Tommy knows, he's tenting his basketball shorts. Its not embarassing at all though because he doesn't mind Evan knowing how much he does it for him even if they haven't gotten that far yet.

"Yeah, i am. Because of you. Is that okay?" He asks, making sure.

Evan laughs, a nervous but somehow giddy thing. "Its new. But yeah, yeah that's... I didn't even think about like, that being a thing yet."

"Theres a lot of new 'things' to get used to when dating a man Evan."

"Yeah im starting to see that."

He catches his eyes, lettting the moment linger. "And is it okay?"

Evan reaches over and kisses him again, this time softer, more like the first one. "Yeah, it is," he says as he presses their foreheads together. Then he's pulling away. "Now i need to go before i do something very embarassing and very public."

Tommy laughs and pulls him in to another kiss, whispering in his ear "if it wasn't for me wanting to make your first time special I'd have already been blowing you right here." Maybe its too much too soon, but he feels like he has to say it.

Evan stares at him for a moment and Tommy tenses, worried he just fucked that up. Then he laughs. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on that but... I have a history of fucking things up when I fall into bed too fast. So as much as its literally killing me," he looks at his own crotch, Tommy thinks he might see a twitch that actually makes his mouth dry, "is it okay if we go slow?"

Tommy nods, sitting back in his seat, no longer crowding the younger man. "We can go as slow as you like. I get it." He looks at Evan again and smiles. "I better go take a shower, I reek." Then, laughing as he adjusts himself a bit, "a very cold shower."

Evan looks uncertain, Tommy raises an eyebrow in question and then the man blurts out "i think you smell great." He blushes even more after that and Tommy smirks.

"Oh yeah? All sweaty and gross?"

Evan seems to pause, like hes struggling with whether to say this or not. "I..."

Tommy gives him a warm, welcoming smile. "Evan dont be embarassed you can say what you wanna say."

Evan looks at him and some of the uncertainty seems to clear. "I always kinda thought it smelled nice. Like sweat and just... that't weird I'm sorry." It almost looks like he might flee and Tommy grabs his hand.

"Hey look at me." Evan does. "First of all, that isn't actually uncommon. A lot of guys are into that." He pauses to let that sink in. "Me included."

Evan looks scandalized, but also a bit turned on. "Really?" He says, his voice a bit strangled.

Tommy just chuckles. "Yeah, really. I think you'll find what guys like with each other might be a little different than what you've thought you were, I'll say 'allowed' to like with women?" He says, not sure hoe to phrase it.

Evan smiles really broadly at that, still shy, but relieved too. He leans in for another kiss and Tommy sinks into it. If Evan inhales a bit deeper before he pulls away well Tommy isn't going to call him on it.

"I better go. I, uh, I'll call you later?" Evan says, his pupils are blown wide and fuck if Tommy doesnt need that shower stat.

"Yeah. I'll be waiting," he says and he doesn't even care if he sounds like a fucking teenager again because this boy has got a hold on him.

Evan takes two tries to open the door because he wont drag his eyes away from Tommy, which is adorable.

"Bye Tommy," Evan says as he gets out and lingers by the door.

"See you later kid," he says, watching Evan turn around and walk off. And if Tommy stares through his rearview mirror for way longer than normal no one has to know.

[harveywritings92]

Late Teen! Damian Wayne x P.I. Reader pt 1

You were very average looking, Making a living as a assistant P.I. living in a low end, but fairly safe part of Gotham but being New to Gotham you should know nowhere is really safe, Especially at night! Which is how you became associated with the man you would eventually fall in love with, Robin aka: Damian Wayne. And from there Pandora's box opens.

Damian & Y/n age: 17-19 years old.

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'I'm too lazy to buy my own shopping do it for me! (yes went you grocery shopping for them.) or My child is hanging out with a bad crowd and doing drugs I know it, follow them! (Spoiler alert, the "Bad crowd" was a D&D guild, you never saw someone turn that red.) Normally you would've told those people to kick rocks, But... Money is money and since your boss's disappearance you needed every cent you could get just to keep a roof over your head.

You were two blocks away from home when you saw something green in your peripherals, you turned your head fully and saw it was boot sticking out from behind a dumpster, Curious you went to check if someone needed help, You nearly crapped yourself when you found Robin knocked out and bleeding over some trash bags! You fiddled around for your phone... Than You realized that sending a highly sought after vigilante to the hospital was bad idea. 

But, You couldn't just leave him out here! Going against your better judgement you carefully managed to pull Robin on to you back, nearly stumbling as he was fricking heavy, that suit of his was no joke! It'll probably shave twenty ponds off him if he wasn't wearing it! 

Cut to you getting Robing into the Gideon Wright detective agency without being seen and deposited the unconscious young adult on the couch before taking a few minutes to catch your breath. "Jeezus, I don't think I've lifted that much weight since boss made me take that physical strength test." Damn you were gonna be sore tomorrow! but maybe not as much as Robin... With a tired sigh you got to work finding the first-aid kit.

You managed to removed Robin's cape and chest armor and lifted his shirt to check his bleeding side, pausing briefly not admiring his abs (yes you were.) to stare at the scars littering his olive skin. *Damn, he must've through hell to get those...* you thought going back to his wound... It wasn't to bad. looks like his armor absorbed most of... well, whatever had cut him, You quickly cleaned the injured area up and bandaged Robin up.

Taking note of the large bruise on his back... Shaped like a metal bar. "He was getting away from someone and probably jumped on one of those rusty fire escapes on the old shoe factory... You deduced now thinking back, you do remember seeing chunks of an old scaffolding littered around the boy wonder when you found him... But were too focused on getting him to safety to care at the moment.

Well hopefully when he wakes up, Robin can help fill in the blanks on what he was doing before ending up on one of your couches, You yawned feeling exhausted and saw it was getting to midnight, you put blanket over Robin and quickly got changed into your Pjs and made up the futon couch opposite of the young vigilante, and passed out almost immediately your head hit the pillow.

At around five am Y/n was woken up by the feeling of someone glaring at her and hushed whispers her y/ec eyes opened tried to adjust to darkness, and was greeted by Red-Hood standing a mere inches from her face, Y/n did what any girl would do if a strange man was in her room, scream and punch him as hard as she could!

 Apparently Y/n had a good swing cos she managed to make Red-Hood's helmet spin as she was staring as the back of his helmet, while a pissed off Robin snapped. "Dammit Todd, I said leave her be!" Y/n looked over the anti-hero's shoulder to see an angry Robin readjusting his cape, while Red turned his helmet back to it's original position. "Aw c'mon Gremlin, I just wanna see who was crazy enough to save you." Red teased the younger male let out annoyed growl.

"She didn't save me!"

"Right... she just found you knocked out in an ally, and fixed you up for kicks."

"Tt"

"What's your name girly?"

You blinked still trying to process what was happening. "uh...Y/n?"  Red-hood hummed. "Well Y/n, since I know he won't say it, Thanks for  not calling the cops and looking after my brother." Your cheeks felt hot, it's been a while since someone's actually thanked you for something. "Yeah... Well, I Figured Robin would want to keep his unmasked dignity." You say with a tired smirk, however the good mood was brought down by Robin huffing at Red-hood to get a move on, They've already overstayed their welcome! and while muttering.

"aimra'at muzeija (Annoying woman.)" which you answered back with. "nafs alshay' lak ya fataa altuyuri! (Same to you bird boy!)" Robin looked thrown off guard while Red-hood burst out laughing as he climbed out the office window, with one final "Tt" Robin followed after him. "Well so much for answers..." You mumbled plopping back down on your pillow, and the hope of having help with finding what happened your boss.

A few days later.... 

You were investigating a missing persons case a young lady named Maria Thompson asked you to find her father, however from the beginning you had guts that something was completely off about this situation, But a job a job and it paid two thousand bucks, that'll give you this months rent and put actual food in the fridge, all you had left was expired take-out and pickles...

 You tracked Mr. Thompson down to a upscale café you walked in and looked around he hadn't arrived yet, but you had ten minutes before his lunch break and decided to wait you took a seat, not noticing Bruce Wayne's sons sitting a few tables down...

Jason recognized you the second you walked passed the window. "Check it Gremlin, it's your girlfriend." he teased pointing at you as Damian ears went red. "How many times do I hav-" He got cut off by Dick suddenly standing up. "Oh!~ Where?" he looked around Jason pointed at the y/hc girl in the parka and shorts sitting at the counter drinking coffee and watching tv. "Let's say hi to her!" Damian snapped at Dick not to! and to sit back down. "I'm just curious, It'll be fine." The youngest boy tried to stop his brothers but ended up getting dragged by them to greet you.

Dick and Jason sat on either side of you, you hadn't noticed as you were very deep thought. *What am I missing?...* you were brought out by someone clearing their throat, You looked up from your coffee and were greeted by two handsome...Scratch that three handsome guys, you noticed the third one pouting behind the one wearing blue. "Yes?" you asked confused what did they want with you? "Hi there Dick Grayson, My brothers and I noticed you sitting here and thought you needed some company."

You looked up the guy brow arched, did this guy realized how creepy that sounded? Luckily his brother saw this did some damage control. "He means the little pouting one there, thinks yer cute and wants to talk to ya." Y/n watched the pouter's face go red and contort into anger, But at that moment Mr. Thompson came into the café. You stood up and took out a photo on your phone.. just make sure it was him, it was! You got up from your seat looked back at Dick and his brothers.

 "Look you guys seem nice and all, but I'm kind of busy."

"Busy, with what?"

"I'm a P.I., I can't say much about it, but I'm on a case right now."

"A P.I.?... While I happen to be cop maybe I can help, what's the case?"

You looked like you wanted to answer, but you didn't want Thompson slipping away. "A missing persons case." was all you said before heading over to Thompson's table the older man immediately mistook you for a waitress. "I'll have coffee." he mumbled not taking his eyes off the menu. 

"Sorry Mr. Thompson but I'm not a waitress..." He looked up at you bemused. "Oh, I'm sorry is something wrong miss...?" You introduced yourself and explained you were detective working a missing persons case reported in his neighborhood. "A missing person? I haven't heard anything" Thompson paused seeing someone coming up behind you.

"Oh here's my daughter, maybe she might know?" You turned to seeing a blond teenage girl in a pink hoodie jeans walking up to the table, That was definitely not Maria! Maria was older, brunette and dressed very modestly... not to mention Maria is pregnant. 

You tried not to smirk as you realized your gut was right about this case being odd... "Selma dear, this is Y/n she's detective. " Selma looked up from her phone looked at you curiously. "She says there's been a report of a missing person in the neighborhood?" You watched the blonde's brow scrunch up in confusion. "I haven't heard anything about a missing person."

You took a moment to think looking between the father and daughter. "I see...By the way Mr. Thompson do you have any other children." Thompson looked at you oddly he only had one daughter. "Right that's all I wanted to know." You got up to leave but paused remembered a detail. "By the way Mr. Thompson, you might want to contact Ryan-Tech Industries I think your employee account was hacked." Mr. Thompson looked even more lost. "Ryan-tec-" Selma suddenly slammed her hands on the table causing you and her father to look at her stunned.

"Get out..." she hissed at you while her father looked taken aback. "Excuse me?" you said flabbergasted by her sudden shift in personality the teenager started getting more agitated. "I said leave, we have nothing to say to you." she growled Mr. Thompson found his voice as his daughter was trying to pull him up. "Selma what's gotten into-" Selma managed drag her dad away.

"Let's go eat somewhere else daddy!" and like that they were gone and you were left with more questions than answers. "And so plot thickens..." before looking down at you watch, it was time to go meet Maria and give her an update. "Gentlemen." you nodded Dick at and his brothers and left the café, heading back to your office, the last thing you were expecting when you got home was Robin sitting at your desk looking over a case file.

"Well, this is certainly unexpected..."

"Tt, your setup is amateurish at best, but your deductions skills are well above average I'll give you that."

"So did you drop in to do an impromptu Yelp review or...?"

"Ryan-Tech, I heard you've been investigating their background." 

You cocked a brow curious how wonder boy found out about that, but then remembered he was Batman's sidekick sleuthing was in his blood. "I have, what of it?"  You wondered if he was hear to tell you to back off, but to your surprise he pulled out a flash-drive, it had some info about Ryan-Tech that he wasn't able to crack. "Did you come cos you need help?" You saw the tips of Robin's ears turn red. "Tt, Don't think much into it alright!" he huffed as he loaded the drive onto your computer however while the files were loading, you got out everything your boss had on Ryan-Teach.

Maria had returned to the office she hesitantly entered when she noticed Robin at your computer. "Don't mind him, Let's talk about you." You gestured to the couch across from you. "So I've solved your missing persons case, Mr. Thompson was found safe." Maria looked elated to hear this. "He's living with his actual daughter." You watched Maria shift uncomfortably in her seat. "Which brings on the question, Why lie to me about your real identity...Miss Ryan?"

Robin stopped looking through your bosses old files and looked at the young lady sitting across from you, who looked like a deer in the headlights; shocked that you figured out her identity so quickly... "I get a lot of questionable things have happened at the company since your father suic-"Maria suddenly stood up. "He didn't kill himself!" she snapped causing you to backtrack a bit. "Sorry that was thoughtless of me." Maria calmed down a bit; handed you a check before leaving.

"Miss Ryan?" She paused before opening. "Should you ever require my services again? Know my door is open for you." the brunette nodded and quietly leaving. "You're pretty sure she'll come back?" Robin said watching the heiress get into a limo. "Maria wants to find out the truth behind her father's death, trust me she'll be back." You were pretty confident as you set up the track board.

First thing you stuck to the board was Maxwell Ryan's death 6 six years ago... Robin added Simona Castillo being sworn in as CEO a few weeks following the incident; Followed by a downward spiral of questionable work conditions and rumors of unsafe work conditions and employees bein laid off or resigned 'abroad' were reported. 

Thing is, when Y/n's boss interviewed concerned co-workers of the reassigned employees, they couldn't get a hold of them, it was like they just vanished out of existence. Those who were interviewed started getting into accidents, some deadly, some causing serious injury, no surprise these people stopped talking afterwards... You looked disheartened which confused Robin as he watched you pull down the blinds to reveal another board.

The Gideon Wright disappearance Aka: Case file 1304: Oh Boss where art thou?, To sum it up, two months ago your boss got a supposed lead and from a mysterious whistle blower, he went to rendezvous. His last order to you was "Take care of the shop while I'm out. I'll be back, I promise...." three days later Gideon still hadn't returned, You went looking for him at his last known location, The only things you found was his scorched hat and signs of an explosion...

Aside from that, there was no trace of Gideon anywhere! So instead of sitting and moping about it, you sucked it up and got to work! Taking minor cases to keep up rent, while keeping your eyes and ears open around Gotham, taking special attention to any whispers involving strange disappearance surrounding Ryan-Tech, Robin hummed absorbing your whole situation, well that explained why you were so focused on Ryan-Tech, up until now they've been doing pretty well staying out of the limelight...However.

There have been a lot hiccups and rumors surround Ryan-Tech recently, especially since Maria Ryan announced that she intends to take over as CEO in a few months after she's giving birth to her child, well that obliviously put a target on her back, so now this race against time... And Y/n was left wondering, just what was her boss's role in all of it?

[yostresswritinggirl]

in a midst of a commission, the child and a npc got caught in a surprise attack by abyss mages, and they're now missing! Oh no ... they're now cornered by the Fatui!

Kid: Uh... You... you have... no abs!

Fatui agent: ...what's with this lost sassy child? are you a fool? this is no playground.

Kid: Hey! I'll have you know I scored 100 on math five times in a row—

* proceeded to be taken to the palace for interrogation due to relationship with traveler *

Childe: Oh goodness! What are you doing here? I'll bring you back home.

Kid: Why do you, out of all of your colleagues, seem the most sane? Should I be concerned for my safety?!

Childe: Well... I can't say you're wrong.

Harbingers:

Kid: *visible sweat* i am very uncomfortable.

—🗿

Oh gosh haha you know at one point, the Harbingers will find some reason to be fond of the child too-

ACTUALLY it would be even funnier if they do have intel of child reader from the beginning and everytime they show up in the order that they do in the actual game

And they always end up seeing the child, not harming them tho, actually they don't mind showing how curious or fond they are of the child. Signora deliberately not harming them when they met in Mond, even giving them a pat on the head as she struts out with the gnosis.

Childe projecting his siblings to the child, giving them an allowance of a million mora and doing whatever they ask. Even if the child ends up hating Childe due to the game, he's still barfing up money and toys for them. Oh, they wanna beat him up? He'll gladly stand still and test his own limits!

Then there's Scara swinging his hands while walking together during the meteor event when he's still pretending to be good.

Dottore taunting them and trying to get info out of their knowledge while letting them punch his long legs without any real harm. At some point he'll make Babysitter Dottore equipped with the knowledge to take care of them, minus the derangedness.

I can't do the other Harbingers since I got no clue how they are, nor did they make any appearances in game yet

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Peachy | j.jh

- synopsis: you just can’t stop staring at jaehyun’s ass

- pairing: jung jaehyun x reader

- genre: sexual

‘damn’ you thought.

jaehyun had such a nice ass. you stared at it when he wore tight pants. everytime. he always wore baggy pants so when he wore tight pants for the company. you took the chance to stare.

of course he wasn’t your boyfriend, none of the boys were. you’re just johnny’s best friend from back home in chicago. you visited multiple times so everyone knew who you were. you were very comfortable.. maybe a little too comfortable with the boys.

regardless, you guys were all bestfriends. you’ve hung out in every room of the house, including the bedrooms. you’ve had 1 on 1 conversations with everyone before. the boys really liked to have you around and you really liked to be around them.

when you first met them you couldn’t help but think jaehyun was cute. his smile was pretty, his laugh was adorable and his singing voice and talking voice in general sounded like pure honey.

you were whipped for him, something about jaehyun made you wanna open up. you’d been watching him for a while and overall he seemed like a great guy. he was generous, sweet, unselfish, kind, loving, everything you could want in a guy.

nonetheless, you couldn’t help but stare. he was so incredibly sexy and thick. he wasn’t the thickest out of them all but he for sure was the hottest, in your eyes at least.

you watched as he walked from one end of the room to the other. he picked up the water bottle and chugged it down.

who knew watching someone drink water could be so hot. especially when your eyes focused back down onto his ass. what did he do to achieve that, you wanted to know the secret.

he capped his water bottle and set it down. he turned his head and his eyes immediately landed on yours. your eyes were still looking down at his lower region.

your eyes shot up to his face when you realized he was looking at you. you locked eyes with him for at least 5 seconds. once you snapped out of it, you looked down.

‘great now he knows’ you thought. with a hand on your forehead.

jaehyun furrowed his eyebrows after, confused as to why you were staring at his ass. did he have something on his pants? he walked to the mirror and looked at the back of his pants. nothing. so you were just blatantly looking at it.

he shakes his head and smiles, walking towards the other guys as if nothing happened. meanwhile you were punching yourself internally. you never intended to get caught, you mean you haven’t been caught before so why now.

maybe you just got a little too excited. you sigh and decide to go on your phone for the rest of the time. not sparing one glance at jaehyun.

practice was over within another hour. you had hoped that jaehyun forgot by now, hoping that his mind was too filled with dance moves and lyrics to think about what happened just and hour ago.

you and jaehyun were the last two to leave the room. you liked to tidy up after they left. just to make it easier on the cleaning person.

jaehyun was gathering his stuff. you hoped and prayed that he would walk out without saying a word. you released a breath when you could no longer see him in your peripheral view. you relaxed your muscles and continued to clean. you bent down to grab an empty water bottle from the floor.

you then felt hands on your hips, you gasp and shoot up. your back hits something hard. the hands on your waist were keeping you from moving away. you look back slightly and see jaehyuns face, letting out a breath you relax against him.

“you scared me. i thought you were a crazed fan or something.” you chuckle. he laughs also and shakes his head.

“nope just jaehyun but you know what i did see?” he leaned closer to your ear. “you staring at my ass”

you gulp. “y-yeah”

“why do you stare?” “because i like the way it looks and plus your pretty cute” you say bluntly. there was no point in hiding anything anymore.

“so you like me?” “i think so..” you fiddle with your hands. he made you so nervous, more nervous than you thought you would be. you were scared to admit it to him, to say it to his face.

“you think? i guess we should perform a test then” jaehyun moves from behind you and before you can comprehend anything, you were being guided to the mirror. he placed so then you were looking at yourself, he walked behind you.

“tell me if you feel any butterflies or something like that alright?” he looks at you through the mirror. you nod.

he glides his fingers up your arm slowly while keeping eye contact with you. your heart starts to beat a little faster than normal. he turns his head into the crook of your neck and his lips touch your bare skin. your stomach immediately fills with a million butterflies.

‘why does he have such a big affect on me’ you thought. his lips felt so plump on your skin, you wanted them all over your body. you tilt your head more so he had more room. he starts to bite and lick slowly. you moaned softly and grabbed his hand, holding it.

that’s when he pulled away from you. you turn your whole body to face him in confusion.

“no more” he simply says.

that little tease.

“yes more” you tap your neck with your finger. he shakes his head no. you sigh and just accept it.

“so.. i think i already know, but how did that feel?” he asks. he was still holding your hand.

“it felt amazing.. i want your lips all over my body” you say looking at him directly in the eyes.

“you gotta earn it princess” he pulls you to his chest. you could feel his abs against your stomach. they were so hard and defined.

you felt like you were gonna pass out. you were intoxicated from jaehyun. he talked you with a low, smooth voice.

jaehyun is so fucking sexy.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, tightly. you swore he could feel your heartbeat, it was pounding so hard.

“so you like me?” he says out of nowhere.

“yes” you finally admit it although it hurt a little bit.

“why?”

“because you’re you. your funny, smart, lovable and not to mention hot as hell” you smile to yourself thinking about him even though he was right in front of you.

he doesn’t say anything, processing what you said.

“what about you. do you like me?” you ask him in return.

he looks taken aback for a moment and then regains himself. he doesn’t say anything and instead takes your face gently into his hand. you gasp softly, parting your lips.

his eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. your eyes were resting on his soft pink lips. he looks back down at your lips and leans down, you turn your head to lean more into it.

at last his lips touch yours. you feel billions of butterflies in your stomach. his kisses were so gentle in the moment. he was kissing you slowly, trying to savior the feeling. you put your hands on his shoulders.

his hands slipped down to hips until they went lower and lower. he squeezed your ass making you gasp. he stuck his tongue in your mouth. he started pushing you backwards until your back hit the mirror. his hands start to dance all over your body. squeezing and grabbing different areas.

his lips went down to your neck he started kissing down until he got to your collarbone.

“jae” you moan softly. trying to press your hips to him. he ignores you and nips at your collarbone before full on sucking it, making a dark red hickey. he presses himself to you, holding your hips in place.

a loud moan slips from your mouth. he pulls away completely after that. “no more” he says simply and turns around to walk away.

“so you like me?” you ask.

“yes” he says simply

you smile to yourself and then you look down and see his ass. you decide to finally do what you’d been waiting for. you take a few steps forward and collide your hand to his right ass cheek. a smack sounds in the room.

jaehyun turns his head and looks at you. “you’re gonna regret that later” he grabs his stuff from off the floor and walks out the room. you sink to your feet. your legs felt like jello. you were surprised at how long you stood up on your legs. you were gonna be here for a while.

“what are you still doing in here?” johnny says walking in. “we were worried about you” he says further. you could either tell him or make up a lie but this was your bestfriend, you couldn’t lie to him.

“uh me and jaehyun were..” you couldn’t bring yourself to finding the sentence and how would you even explain what happened in simple words.

“you were what?” he walks towards you and sits down beside you. you let out a deep breath

“johnny please don’t be upset but.. i like jaehyun and he likes me. i just wanna see where it goes but i know he’s like a brother to you so it’s a little weird but-“ you start to ramble.

“it’s fine” he says and draws lines on the palm of your hand.

“huh?” you turn to him.

“i said it’s fine. i don’t care. i already knew you would end up liking one of them” he shrugs. you can’t seem to process what he saying but when it finally does you hug him tightly. he chuckles and pats your back.

“is that jaehyun i smell?” johnny asks.

“what are talking about?” “i can smell him on you” he says again.

“is that where you two were? mark owes me money”

“you placed bets on us?” you pull away from him abruptly.

“yeah now where are your hickeys. i know jaehyun” he tilts your head from one side to the other and finally sees it. “jaehyun is a freak” johnny laughs shaking his head.

you’re still pouting from the fact that they made a bet, ignoring what he said. “can i get some of the money?” you make puppy eyes at him.

“no ask chenle or jaehyun they have all the money” johnny says and gets up. “now let’s go. your boyfriend is waiting” he chuckles and reaches out his hands to you. you grab them and he pulls you up. you wrap your arm around his arm and he wraps his arm around yours, walking to the dorms.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you protest.

“yet” johnny says in return.

you don’t argue with that because you were planning on making jaehyun yours officially.

[coldflame96]

Get in loser, we’re going shopping!

Summary: Before his second date with Tohru, Uotani and Hanajima stage a fashion intervention 

Rating: T

Also on AO3 and FF.net. 

Of all the people he'd expected to run into outside Shishou's dojo, it definitely wasn't Wave Girl and the yankee.

"Yo!" Uotani saluted, Hanajima silent beside her.

He furrowed his brow. "Tohru's not here."

"Yeah, we know."

"So why are you here?"

"For you."

....That never meant anything good. And he did not like the gleam in their eye.

Were they finally going to kill him…?

He made to bolt but felt two sets of arms loop through his own, halting him in place.

"O-oi! Let go!" He squirmed.

"Nah, you're coming with us."

"Coming with you where?" His voice cracked in annoyance. "And why can't you just ask like a normal person?"

"We knew you'd say no," Hanajima finally spoke, voice as monotone as ever. "And that would simply not be an acceptable answer."

Uotani's grip tightened as she started practically dragging him away. "Come on, Carrots, this'll be over quicker the less you struggle."

He twitched in irritation. He'd wanted to spend time with Tohru before Yuki got home.

"I'm sure Tohru-kun can spare you for a few hours. You do live together after all, do you not?"

Was this girl actually a mind reader? He never could tell.

He slumped in defeat. He wasn't gonna win this, was he? And it's not like he could fight a girl, let alone two of them. He wasn’t a scumbag.

"Can you atleast tell me where we're going?"

"You'll find out when we get there."

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"A department store," he said flatly.

"Yep!" Uotani popped the p. "We're taking you shopping, Kyon!"

"For what?"

"You and Tohru-kun have a date tomorrow, do you not?" Hanajima cocked her head.

"Yeah, why?" And then he recoiled. "Don't tell me you two are planning on coming again."

"Sorry to disappoint, but you’re on your own this time," Uotani said sarcastically. "There's only so much of the goo-goo eyes I can take."

He blushed. "Don't say it like that." But then he furrowed his brow. "And what does that have to do with why we're at a department store?"

"My, he really is quite dense, isn't he?" Hanajima said.

He twitched in annoyance which only increased as Uotani gave him a scornful look. "Seriously, Carrots? You need clothes to wear on a date."

"I have clothes at home."

"Those don't count!"

"Why don't they?"

“Because after what you wore to the zoo, we don’t trust your decisions.”

He bristled. “What was wrong with what I was wearing?! We were outside and it was comfortable!"

“You looked like you just rolled out of bed. No effort at all. You’re lucky Tohru’s nice.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed, "She doesn't care what I wear.”

"You think so?" Hanajima asked him skeptically, giving him an unreadable look.

Tohru didn’t care...did she? She had worn a dress but she was always wearing stuff like that. Should he have put more effort in? Did she actually hate how he looked? Did she put her two friends up to this because she didn’t wanna tell him herself?

"Well," Uotani clapped his shoulder, interrupting his spiral, "Let's get started. I have a shift in 2 hours."

"Great," he said unenthusiastically, as the two women steered him towards the men's aisle.

He sat on the nearby bench and listened as they rustled through hangers. This brought back memories. Last time he'd come to a clothes store was when they were buying that swimsuit for Tohru. His face heated a bit at the memory. She really had been cute in it. Just wish I’d gotten to tell her that..

"Kyon, what size are you?" Uotani called, breaking him out of his daydream.

"I dunno. Large, maybe?"

A pause. "How do you not know your own size?"

"I don't buy clothes. Look, just take a guess and pick something. I don't care."

She stood in front of him, menacing. "What kind of attitude is that when we're kindly taking the time out of our day to help you?!"

"I never asked you to!" He yelled back, outraged.

"Don't tell me you're one of those guys who thinks they’re too good to go clothes shopping!”

"How awful," Hanajima said unhelpfully.

"It's got nothing to do with that!" Up until a couple months ago, he never expected to need any. "I just don't really buy things," he settled on saying instead. "It's a pain."

"Isn’t your family like super rich though?"

He tsked. "That's got nothing to do with me.."

"How intriguing." Hanajima put a finger to her chin. "The Sohma family remains a mystery."

They were both silent for a minute before Uotani punched her fist. "Well, it's decided then!"

"What's decided?" He asked warily, even though he knew he was gonna regret it.

"This shopping trip is on us!" And he was right.

"I'm not some charity case," he said scornfully, "and you should be saving your money for yourself."

"We're not doing this out of pity, you idiot, we're doing it because we're your friends."

He blinked. That was the first time they'd referred to him as a friend and he was...kinda touched.

"Well, thanks, but no thanks. Like I said, I have clothes at home and Tohru doesn't really worry about things like that."

"Perhaps not," Hanajima agreed, "but don't you think she would be happy knowing you wanted to look nice for her? It's only the bare minimum of what she deserves."

……………...

Goddammit.

Uotani slapped his back and he jumped. "Yeah, don't think of it as buying yourself stuff. Think of it as a gift for Tohru."

He did wanna look good for her. He wanted to give her everything he could. She deserved the world.

"Fine, you win."

Uotani grinned. "Oh this is gonna be fun!" And then she started dragging him away.

He released his arm from her grip. "Look, if we're gonna do this, then I get the final say-so. It would be stupid for you to spend money on something I hate."

Uotani blinked. "Huh. That's weirdly thoughtful of you."

“What do you mean 'weirdly'?”

"Alright, let's narrow down colors.” She completely changed the subject.

“Oi, don’t ignore me.”

“What's your favorite color?"

“I said don’t-” His annoyance was replaced with confusion. His favorite color? He’d never really thought about it… “Um...Orange…?"

She made an X with her hand. "Denied."

"Why?"

"Your hair is orange. It would clash."

He furrowed his brow. "But if they're both orange-"

"Hanajima, what do you think?" She asked the girl next to her, ignoring him again.

"Black," Hanajima said passively.

"Of course you would say that," he muttered.

"No wait, she's got a point." Uotani put her hands into a square, and peered through it. "Your hair is already bright so black would actually be a really good contrast." She set her hands down. "Do you like black, Kyon?"

He owned a few black things. "I...guess?"

"Okay, so black’s an option. We're getting somewhere. What other colors? How about blue?" Blue made him think of Yuki and he wrinkled his nose. He saw Uotani snort and then say, "Okay, no blue then. Shame. I think you'd look good in a navy. Or maybe a midnight."

She was being weirdly nice to him today and it made him uneasy. But this was for Tohru, right? Would Tohru like blue? She wore blue sometimes, so maybe she would.

"I guess…" he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, "a darker blue would be okay."

“That’s the spirit!” She slung an arm over his shoulders that he had to shrug off. Hanajima was already sifting through racks.

“What about this?” She held up what looked like a conservative turtleneck sweater.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you joking?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Uotani asked defensively. “It would make you look artsy.”

“I’m not ‘artsy’ and when have I ever worn anything like that?”

“Are you dumb? The point of this is to find things you wouldn’t wear normally. Because, y’know, you wanna actually look good for once”

They were really testing his patience. And he didn’t have a lot to begin with. “Are you dumb? It’s the middle of summer!” He fired back. “Plus, I hate collars. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that.”

“Shall we test that theory?” Hanajima asked, an evil look in her eye.

“Please don’t.”

Uotani looked like she just had a revelation. “Huh. So is that why you don’t wear a tie with your uniform? Because you hate collars?”

“I don’t really like anything around my neck.”

“Wow. And here I thought you were just going for the ‘cool delinquent’ look.”

“I’m not you.”

“Hah?!” She glared at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean? You wanna fight or somethin’?”

He wasn’t gonna rise to that bait. “I don’t fight girls and you’re just proving my point.”

“Arisa,” Hanajima called, “We’re running out of time.”

Uotani blinked. “Oh, right.” And then like nothing happened, she mumbled, “So no collars then. Got it.”

And then she picked up what looked like a shirt that could fit a child. “What about this?”

“Now you’re just screwing with me.”

“Aww, c’mon, it could be like a crop top. You’re like a black belt or whatever, right?” She made to jab his side and he dodged. “You gotta have some muscle. If you show off some ab, you might get lucky.”

His face heated up. “Oi, stop saying things like that in public! You really have no shame at all, do you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Y’know for someone who apparently never goes shopping, you’re a real pain in the ass to buy clothes for.”

“Good,” he responded sarcastically, “Can I leave then?”

She grabbed his sleeve to keep him in place. “Yeah, no. But nice try though.”

“Nothing here is suitable,” Hanajima said matter of factly. “We should go to a different section. Perhaps the one over there?” And she pointed towards the right corner, where he saw an assortment of mannequins with crisp button-downs on display.

Uotani nodded. “Good call!” And then she tugged on his sleeve like he was an unruly child. “C’mon, Kyon, let’s go.”

He followed after in defeat. He could be pretending to do his homework with his girlfriend right now..

Uotani grabbed what looked like a black button down and held it up against him. “This could be nice.”

“I have a black shirt like that at home,” he said, hoping maybe that could get him out of this.

She curled her lip in disgust. “This isn’t black, Kyon, this is midnight blue.”

He furrowed his brow. “What the hell’s the difference? It looks black to me.”

“Ugh, you really don’t know anything about clothes, do you?”

“I told you I didn’t!”

“Disgraceful,” Hanajima said disdainfully from behind. “How shameless of you to get this color confused for black.”

Why is she acting like I insulted her, personally?

“I do feel insulted,” she responded.

He jolted. “Quit doing that!”

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After getting a bundle of clothes shoved in his arms and essentially pushed into a dressing room with a “Kyon, try this on”, he’s just been sitting in this stall for the past 10 or so minutes. It wasn’t ideal, but atleast it was peaceful. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d really bought clothes for himself like this. He would normally just pick it from the rack and leave.

He checked himself out in the mirror. It was...not bad, actually, but he couldn‘t admit that or he would never hear the end of it. That button down from earlier that they swore was blue (it looked black to him), a light gray V-neck and some tan pants (what’d they call it? Corduroy?) that were a bit tighter than he was used to, but not unbearable.

“Oi!” He heard Uotani call from outside obnoxiously. “Are you dead in there?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He could just ignore her, but she would probably barge in here and drag him out and he wanted to keep whatever tiny bit of dignity he had left.

He slumped through the curtains. They both just stared at him, without saying anything, and it made him wanna crawl out of his skin. Uotani circled around him like he was a trophy on display and then started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

She circled around him again, narrowing her eyes and then whistled. “Wow. We should’ve done this a long time ago. Hanajima, what do you think?”

“Indeed. I can almost see the appeal.”

He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Well, glad I got your approval I guess-” and then his brain caught up. “Wait.” He glared at Hanajima. “What do you mean ‘almost’?”

She gave him a blank stare. “Which part was confusing?”

“What do you care anyway?” Uotani chimed in before he could retort, “It’s not like you’re dating us.”

“Thank God for that,” he muttered.

Uotani gave him a flat look, but thankfully, didn’t hit him. “Well, that outfit’s a winner. Let’s go find some more.”

What. “More?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well, yeah, you can’t live with only one outfit, Kyon.”

He stood in front of her, blocking the way. “No way, I only agreed to the one. And besides, didn’t you say you had a shift? We’ve already been here for over an hour.”

She shrugged, easily walking by him. “True, but now that we’ve narrowed down what you’d actually wear, it should be easy enough to find things that are similar.”

He grimaced. “Look, I don’t need you to-”

“Will you stop fretting?” She cut him off. “Geez, you’re almost as bad as Tohru. Just let us do something nice for you.”

He didn’t wanna have to owe any favors to these people.

“We don’t have any ulterior motives if that’s what you’re wondering,” Hanajima said, in response to his thoughts.

“Seriously, stop doing that,” he groaned, “It’s creepy as hell.”

This was a losing battle. He sighed and just followed them.

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He heard whispering behind him and out of the corner of his eye, saw a group of girls all whispering and giggling to each other.

“C’mon, go talk to him,” he heard one whisper.

“No, I can’t,” he heard another one, “What if one of those girls is his girlfriend?”

He glowered at that. Why did people just assume things like that? It pissed him off.

“Oi,” he heard Uotani next to him, “Those hot girls over there are checking you out.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, they’ve been there for like 5 minutes. So?” Since when has he ever cared about that?

She gave him a surprised look. Did she think he hadn’t noticed?

“Huh. You really don’t have eyes for anyone except Tohru, do you?” He thought that was obvious. “Hmm, well, that’s good. Atleast we don’t have to worry about you cheating.”

He bristled. “You have some nerve! I would never do that.”

“Correct,” Hanajima agreed, and then she got a sinister look. “Because if you did, terrible things might happen to you.”

He blanched. “I get it. Please stay away from me.”

He thought they would go their separate ways after that, but they insisted on walking him home.

“Why are you coming?”

“Hmm? What’s that tone?” Uotani started grabbing his face, squeezing it. “We just wanna make sure no one tries to kidnap that pretty face.”

He roughly pushed her arm away. “Get off me! And I don’t need two girls to protect me!”

“Then how about just allowing us to accompany you so that we might say hi to Tohru-kun?” Hanajima asked.

“I-” He sighed, “Whatever, do what you want I guess.”

It was when they came inside, he saw Tohru sitting at the table, doing what looked like homework.

“Oh! Kyo-kun!” She got up to grab his shirt around his waist. “Kunimitsu-san said you left a while ago so I was starting to get worried.” And then she seemed to notice the two other people behind him. “Uo-chan? Hana-chan? What’s going on?”

“Someone was trying to kidnap Kyon so we rescued him.”

Tohru paled. “Heh? Kidnap?”

“Don’t lie to her, you’re gonna freak her out.” And then he flatly said, “They hijacked me.”

“Who’s lying now?” Uotani made to chop him in the head, but he dodged. “We took your boyfriend on a little shopping trip.” And then she winked which made him reassess his ‘no hitting girls’ policy. “You’re welcome.”

Tohru just furrowed her brow in confusion which was really fucking adorable and he had to resist every urge in his body to not kiss her. Not in front of those two. “Um...shopping trip for what?”

“Well, our job is done!” She patted him on the back. Hard . “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Hanajima actually smiled. “Have fun tomorrow, Tohru-kun.”

Tohru lit up, confusion over the shopping trip forgotten. “Oh, thank you!”

And just as suddenly as they had appeared in front of him earlier, they were gone, and he slumped. Those two were exhausting.

“Um, Kyo-kun?” He heard and saw that she looked a bit worried. “Did you guys...get along okay?”

Well, he made it back alive and intact so… “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Oh, good. What did you talk about?”

He shrugged. “Nothing much.” And then seeing his opportunity, he smirked. “They told me how you spilled on what a terrible boyfriend I am.”

“Heh?!” Her face went red as a firetruck and she started babbling, “I didn’t-I wouldn’t- um- please believe me I-”

She is so cute. He bent down to kiss her nose. “Calm down, I was kidding.”

She closed her mouth, but her face was still beet red. “You’re always teasing me,” she pouted.

“That’s because it’s easy,” he patted her head, “And you like it, don’t you?”

She averted her eyes out of embarrassment, which only made his own grin wider. She cleared her throat. “That’s a big shopping bag.”

“Hmm?” And then looked down at the bag he was still holding, full of a few different outfits that those two women had strongarmed him into. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

“What’s in it?”

His first urge was to just show her since she asked, but something held him back. He had gone on that nightmare, allowed Uotani and Hanajima to treat him like their own personal toy...he wasn’t gonna let that go to waste. He was gonna milk it for all it was worth.

“Can’t tell you,” he said to her look of curiosity. “It’s a surprise.”

“Surprise, huh?” she mumbled to herself, and he braced himself when he saw the gleam in her eyes.

“Ha!” she shouted, as she swiped for the bag only to be met with air as he switched it to the other hand. Her look of confusion was precious.

He chuckled, “You didn’t actually think you were being sneaky, did you?”

She huffed in defeat and he would always cherish seeing this part of her. The childish part. “Will I get to see one day?”

“Yep. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” she perked up. “Sounds exciting.” Her eyes widened as she looked at something behind him. “Oh my gosh, it’s 6 already? I gotta start dinner.”

“Did you want help?” he offered. Any time spent with her was worth it.

She grinned. “Nope! I think you would just be more of a distraction actually. I can handle it.”

He froze, feeling warm all of a sudden. A...distraction? Was she...hitting on him?

“Oi, you can’t just say things like that so casually.” It’s not good for my heart.

She cocked her head innocently. A little too innocently. “Huh? What do you mean?”

She was definitely baiting him...and he so badly wanted to go for it, but Shigure was probably in his room listening like the creep he was and Rat Boy would be home any second if he wasn’t already.

“Nevermind,” he sighed out, “I’m gonna go upstairs.”

“Oh, okay.” And then she pecked his cheek. “I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

He grunted in acknowledgement, his face still burning.

In the two years he’s known her, he would’ve never pegged her as such a flirt.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t into it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He assessed himself in the mirror critically. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t bad-looking, but was this really the kind of look Tohru would be into? What if he went through that shopping trip of Hell just for her to tell him it never mattered?

A light knock on the door. “Kyo-kun, I’m heading downstairs,” came her sweet, muffled voice.

He sighed. Why was he acting like a scared little kid anyway? It wasn’t like this was their first date. And they’d already agreed to spend their lives together. He had nothing to worry about, not with her, even though there was a tiny part that kept reminding him he didn’t deserve her in the first place.

He opened the door to find the hallway blissfully empty. Shigure was probably at the main estate doing god knows what (and he really didn’t wanna know) and Yuki was at his girlfriend's place...or something. It really wasn’t his job to keep track of them.

He saw her standing by the front door and felt his breath leave him. She was wearing a dress he’d never seen before (was it new?); it was a light pink and modest, but her shoulders were completely exposed, the usual sleeves resting over her upper arms. His eyes wandered below the shoulders, noting how it curved around her chest and conformed to her waist, ending just above her knees, leaving most of her smooth, fair skin on display. Damn, she’s so-  

“Kyo-kun, are you alright?”

“That dress…” was all he managed to say. “Where’d you get it?”

“Oh! Um- Uo-chan and Hana-chan got it for me as a birthday present.” Those two bought her this? Tohru looked away shyly. “Do you like it? I thought it might be too much but they were insistent and-”

He surged forward to kiss her to cut her off. He broke away quickly before it could get heated, and stroked her lips with his thumb. “You’re really beautiful.”

Her face went so red he thought she would combust and paired with that dress, it was so, so endearing and he was half-tempted to just say ‘fuck the date’ and keep her here while they were alone.

She pushed his face away gently, trying to hide her own. “D-Don’t look at me like that while being so nice. You’ll make me not want to leave.”

Oh really?

“Hmm?” he teased, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” she lied. But then she recovered, though her cheeks were still pink. “You look really handsome in this, Kyo-kun. Is this what you were doing with Uo-chan and Hana-chan?”

“Something like that.” And then he smirked. “What, are you saying I’m not handsome normally?”

“What? No, of course not! You always are! What I meant was-”

He set his fist on her hair gently. “It’s fine, dummy, I’m just teasing.” Hearing her confirm it with no hesitation did make something warm spark in his chest though.

She didn’t respond and when he looked down, he saw her eyes roving up his body. Very slowly. And that warm feeling turned into something hot.

“I suppose I’ll have to thank Uo-chan and Hana-chan later, won’t I?” she said, her voice low and breathy.

“I guess we both do.” He grabbed her hand, kissing the tips of her fingers lightly, watching as her dark eyes stayed fixated. “You ready to go?”

“Yes,” she whispered and as he opened the door for her, allowing her to step in front of him, he was starting to think he owed those two women a favor after all.

Maybe he could give them flowers or something..

[kindaangelic]

How Jason Met Tim, a Remix

To see the Red Hood is to see Death Himself, only he has dispensed with the cloak and cusses a lot more. Gotham's criminals tremble before him. Batman weeps at the sight of him.

Only Tim Drake does not stand in awe of him.

Tim Drake stands before him now, in all his 5 foot 4 inch glory, dressed in a Robin suit of his own and smacking bubble gum in his mouth.

“Bruce was all cut up about 'cha,” Tim says by way of greeting. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” Tim scans the Red Hood impassively before blowing out a bubble with his gum. “Eh, I've seen better.”

Jason is nonplussed at this mouthy gremlin. Their meeting was not supposed to go like this. “Who've you seen better?”

“My best friend is Superboy. I've counted ten ab muscles on him. Have you got ten abs? Didn't think so. Check and mate.”

Oh no, he's a twink, Jason realizes. Still, he's going to battle him.

“Are we going to talk all night, or ...are we gonna fight?” Jason demands.

Tim shakes his head. “Pass. Patrol's over, and Bruce is gonna ground my ass if I'm home late again.”

“So what was the point of this!?”

“What, I can't see my shiny new brother?”

That stops Jason short. Brother? What the hell? He can barely process this as Tim looks down at his phone that's buzzing.

“Dick's texting me. He says my ass is grounded, and I better be safe. I...am...with...Jason,” Tim mutters as he types. Before Jason can react, Tim had sent the text. Within seconds, the phone is buzzing with frantic texts from Dick.

Is Jason really with you?

Are you alright?

Hi Jaybird! I miss you! ( ^３^ )╱~~　

Timmy come home right now, Bruce is yelling

Bring Jason. If you can.

Give him a hug from me!

Tim puts his phone away as Jason finishes reading the erratic slew of texts. “Right, wanna hug?”

Jason recoils. “God, no.”

“Welp, looks like Dick is gonna have to settle for loving you from afar, ” Tim says, pocketing his phone. “Want some gum?”

“No.”

“Its double bubble berry flavored.”

“No!”

“Clever,” Tim says with a nod, pocketing the gum. “I had ingestible nano GPS trackers in them. Good intuition. You've passed the Timmy Test.”

“What.”

“Rule numero uno in the Timmy Handbook Of Success - Always assume that outside sources of food have ingestible trackers. If you do ingest something, take two insta-laxatives in a remote area and wait. Once passed, proceed to secondary hideout.”

Jason stared at the paranoid munchkin in front of him. There was no way that Bruce had raised this tiny freak. For some reason, Jason felt good about that.

“How did you become Robin?”

“I already knew that Bruce was Batman. I let myself into the cave and told him that he sucked ass without a Robin, and to take me on. Bruce told me to go away, but Alfred gave me dinner and let me stay. Haven't looked back since.”

Jason harrumphed. Tim continued to smack his gum. “Welp, I'm going home. If I'm late longer than ten minutes, Dick starts to cry.”

Yuck. “He was never that protective over me.”

“Yeah, but then you died.” Ouch, right in the kisser. “Also, I'm objectively cuter.”

How dare this twink, really. “Are not.”

“Am so. Superboy says so.”

“Get going before I punch you.”

Jason watched Tim swing away, and reached for his phone.

Hey Dickhead

Immediately, Jasons phone buzzed in response.

Jaybird! Are we speaking again? Yay!

Jason grinned. The noob wouldn't know what hit him.

Tim told me things that led me to infer that Superboy is hot for his tiny ass.

:O really?

There was a brief pause in messaging as Dick no doubt relayed this information to Bruce.

Bruce says that Tim is quadruple grounded. Tha ks for looking out for him, Jay!

Cackling, Jason tucked his phone away. That'd show Tim who was objectively cuter, and teach him to never mess with the Red Hood.

[spidernerdsblog]

I forgot that you existed: Chapter Three

A/N : Chapter three is here. It’s a little bit longer than the previous chapters got a little carried away. Things are getting little steamy between our ex lovers. In this chapter I have incorporated some other songs felt it will go with the situation the songs go side by side with the scenes as you read. Hope you like it. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary: It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings: mild cursing

Mini playlist: It’s nice to have a friend by Taylor Swift, Physical by Dua Lipa, Into you by Ariana Grande

In the evening a barbeque was arranged. All were enjoying chatting, eating and drinking. You occasionally glanced towards Tom and El all cuddled up. When suddenly Paddy called you

“Hey Y/N it’s been so many years didn’t hear you sing”

“Then how are my albums selling if I’m not singing Pads” you joked giving a surprised look

“I meant up close live like you used to do”

“Yes Y/N please sing something I always wanted to go to your concerts but never got the opportunity” El insisted

“But I don’t have my guitar or any kind of instruments”

“That’s not a problem we have your old guitar wait a minute let me get that” Ed got up to bring it.

“You still have that?”

“yeah Tom insisted to keep it here” Harrison said.Tom and you looked at each other.

“Okay this song is totally dedicated to you guys and please no posting in your social media accounts because this will be in my next album too, the music company will kill me.” You joked. You tuned in the guitar and started playing

School bell rings, walk me home Sidewalk chalk covered in snow Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun Video games, you pass me a note Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Zendaya leaned her head on your shoulder you smiled at her.

Light pink sky up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Harrison got up from his seat and grabbed your shoulder from the back giving you a hug as you sang.

Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow Call my bluff, call you "babe" Have my back, yeah, everyday Feels like home, stay in bed The whole weekend

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

It was an emotional moment for all of you as everyone gathered around you for a giant hug though Tom kept his distance.

“Okay enough of tears. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day because its beach day.” Harrison announced. Everyone cheered.

“So better we all get a goodnight’s sleep”

 You were a late riser when you are on a holiday so when you woke up Zendaya was already dressed for the beach day

“Good morning sleeping beauty”

 “Morning” you mumbled

 “So excited for today?”

 “Totally!!”

 “Then get your ass out of the bed and freshen up”

 “Yeah” you rubbed your eyes

 “I'm going downstairs to check what others are  upto don't fall asleep in the bathroom.”

“Okay”

 You got up and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and then have a shower . The cool water relieved your muscles instantly .

 Paddy, Jacob and Ed were busy setting up the table. Harry and Chloe were helping Sam in the kitchen.

“What's up boys?”

 “Breakfast is almost ready”, Sam said, tossing the ingredients in the fry pan.

 “The food looks so delicious gotta take a picture will make a perfect story. Oh shit I forgot my phone.”

 Tom was coming down the stairs as Zendaya stopped him.

“Hey Tom can you please go and tell Y/N to bring my phone with her when she comes downstairs.?”

Tom hesitated to go but eventually agreed .. "yeah okay"

You came out of the bathroom all fresh a towel wrapped around your body. As you started humming a song and drying your hair with a blow dryer.

Tom stood in front of your room. He really had a bad habit of not knocking before coming into your room since childhood so out of habit he just opened the door.

 As the door flung open. You shrieked, clutching your towel tightly.

“Oh my god!!! What the fuck Tom!!!”

 Tom couldn't help but stare at you in a towel hair all wet, beads of water dripping down the ends. Your smooth skin glowing in the sunlight coming from the windows giving you an ethereal look.

 “Stop staring you creep and close the fucking door!!!” You yelled again.

Tom was startled as he closed the door behind him.

 “Seriously” you huffed “I said to close the door and leave not to come inside you idiot!!”

 “It's in a way your fault why didn't you lock the door?” Tom quipped back

 “What!! After all these years you couldn't learn the basic manner of knocking the door before entering someone's room. And it's my fault?”

 “Okay I'm sorry calm down I just came to convey Z's message she said you to bring her phone as she forgot to take it with her that's all.”

“The message has been received and now you may leave I have gotta get dressed”

 Something went across Tom's mind as he gave you a mischievous look "what if I don't?"

 ‘What do you mean?” You were confused

 “I meant this isn't the first time I have seen you like this, actually seen more than that.” He winked.”Then why so shy to change infront of me now?”

 You narrowed your eyes," you think this is funny Holland?"

 “Whatever you think princess.” he grinned

 Tom was testing your patience but you weren't the one to give up so easily . So you decided to play along with his dangerous game.

 "You know what I actually don't mind either ." you smirked. "But I don't think El would be quite pleased to see her would be husband with his ex just in a towel."

 You started walking towards him with a sultry look in your eyes, your hand grabbed the tucked end of the towel as you motioned to remove it from your body. Tom was stunned by your answer little did he expect you would say that. Inappropriate thoughts started to hover in his mind but half of his mind reminded him it is wrong he's engaged to El and he can't break her trust. Tom shut his eyes and turned his back towards you as he opened the door and left closing it behind . You shook your head and laughed at how flustered he looked. You quickly got ready putting on your shorts and an off shoulder crop top.

 You came downstairs, breakfast was already served. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and toast instantly made you hungry. There were freshly baked muffins too.

 “Here you go rock star.” Chloe handed you your plate of food.

 “Thanks darlo” you cooed

 You bite into your muffin as you get lost in its flavors.

"mmmmph.. I think I had a foodgasm" you giggled as others also started laughing.

“How do you cook so tasty food Sam? it's too good. I missed this so much”

 “Glad you liked it Y/N”

 You went to pick up another piece of muffin from the plate on the table as you were interrupted by another hand. It was Tom. You looked at him.

"Umm.. ladies first" He said moving his hand.

 You took your piece and went to chat with others.

Tom's eyes followed you thinking of how unbothered you were after the little stunt that you pulled off a while ago.

 “Yo man where are you lost at” Jacob broke his train of thoughts

 “Nothing bro” tom shook his head

 “Where's El?”

 “Oh she's getting ready will be down in a minute.”

 ..................................

Finally you were all on the beach. The weather was perfect and you can't wait to go surfing after so many years. You spread your towel on the chair and put your bag on it. You grab your sunscreen lotion and apply it to your exposed areas. As you heard El calling sweetly. She looked gorgeous in bikini top and a sharong.

“Tommy can you please help me apply the lotion on my back.”

“Sure darling.” Tom took the lotion and started applying it to her back.

You kept looking as you smiled, eyes furrowed.

 "Typical" you heard Zendaya saying and looked at her as she rolled her eyes.

 "I find it cute though" you winked as both of you started giggling.

Tom looked at both of you scrunching his face as he understood why you both were laughing.

 You then spoke loudly to grab everyone's attention "are we going for surfing or not because the water will not come to us we have to go to the water! Or are we here just to apply sunscreen and get tanned" you gave a side look, that was enough to get on Tom's nerve, your revenge taken for the morning fiasco.

 Zendaya gaped at you with a smile. "You are such a bitch" she lightly punches your arm giggling.

 “Wasn't that the plan?” You raised your brow

 “Don't get so cranky grandma we are going for surfing. Let me get the surf boards first” Harrison said.

 “Do it fast.”

“Hey El you’re not coming?”

“Oh no I can’t surf”

“Tom can teach you, can’t you Tom?”

“Oh no it’s ok we have come to enjoy don’t want him to give surfing lessons instead of enjoying I can learn afterwards as he’s going to be there for me forever”

“You are really a sweet girl El I really like you. Tom is really lucky to have you”

“Thanks” she giggled shyly as she hold on to Tom’s hands.

 You felt really good surfing after a long time. You made Harry click some good Instagramable pictures of yours while surfing. You were all wet when you came on the shore, clothes sticking to your body. You raised your hands above your head and stretched your body. When you heard someone say

“Nice tattoo”

You looked at the man with flowy dark brown hair and indigo eyes. He was tall with a broad chest and well defined abs . You glanced at your tattoo on the left side of your hip and then looked at him

 "Umm thanks" you furrowed your eyes smiling.

 “Solo trip?”

 "Oh no with my mates they are over there" you pointed towards your group.

 “ Oh great!! By the way I'm Steve.. Steve Johnson  and I know who you are. Big fan of your works.”

“Thank you” you smiled shyly

 “I really like your tattoo”

 “You like my tattoo or is there something else you like ?” You narrowed your eyes grinning.

 "Yeah I like you too by the way" he scratched his head giving a goofy smile looking down his feet then to you.

 You shook your head and laughed

 “But still what is the meaning behind it?”

 "Nothing special. I just liked the design and I had a scar over there so I had to cover it up." That wasn't the actual story behind it and you knew it very well.

 Tom was with El listening to her chatter but all his attention was in your conversation with Steve. And he knew that the tattoo on your hip was there for a special reason not for any mere scar.

 Happy first anniversary to us. You clinked your champagne glasses together. It's been one year since Tom proposed you to be his girlfriend. Tom had decided to have a candlelight dinner with you at his house. He had cooked your favorite dishes. After dinner you both sat down on the all couch cuddled up to binge watch star wars movies.

“Y/N?”

 “Hmmm”

 “Please never leave me even if I am being an asshole to you sometimes. Please don't ever leave me”

“I'll always be there for you dummy.” You messed his hair. “Besides who else will tolerate your tantrums other than me.”

“Pinky promise?”

 You giggled “yes pinky promise.” You both hold on to your pinkies.

“You know what I'm thinking to get a tattoo”

“Don't get under your foot it really hurts” Tom chuckled.

 And the next day you were in a tattoo parlor as you went through the catalog and found the exact design you wanted.

You couldn't wait to show it to Tom as you reached his house you just ran inside as you saw him in the kitchen you went and hugged him from back and gave a kiss on his cheek. “I have a surprise for you”

He turned around the kitchen island to face you.You lifted your top to reveal your hip. You had got a tattoo of two hands pinkies intertwined as a reminder to your yesterday's promise of not leaving each other.

The promise you made was already broken. And maybe the heartbreak you had was a scar for you. 

“Okay then you enjoy your day I gotta go find my friends.See you around.”

 “Yeah sure.” You gave a smile

As he left Z, Chloe and El huddled around you

“Oh my god Y/N who was that hot guy?” Z asked excitedly

 “Umm his name is Steve and he likes my tattoo.” You giggled.

 “It's barely our second day here and you got someone to get laid way to go girl” Chloe lightly punched your arm

 “Oh shut up I barely know him” Harrison called you all to say something. Z, El, Chloe went towards him. As you were about to go you heard Tom

“So you finally found someone who can apply sunscreen on you too”

“What!? Oh come on we weren’t making fun of you, we just didn't think you were such a hopeless romantic type of guy”

 “When you are with the right person it feels good to be a hopeless romantic. Like take it for yourself you were always a fun type not marriage or romancing type”

 “So you're admitting that I was fun, glad to hear that.” You winked.

“Hey Y/N come on lets play volleyball”

“Yeah coming!! Haz”

“So what are teams?”

“It's me vs you. 

“Fine by me.Gonna kick your ass like always.”    

“Don’t get so overconfident darling I have upped my skills. Okay let's toss  whoever wins will get to choose first their team members.” 

“I’m gonna be the referee” El announced.

Harrison won the toss he chose Ed, Jacob, Tuwaine, Chloe, Harry

You had hoped Haz took Tom in his team but damn you Haz ,so you had Z, Paddy, Tom, Sam in your team

“Hey we are short of one player” you complained

You saw Steve coming from the other side with his friends. Zendaya elbowed you

“Babe it's your chance go and ask him out” You giggled and immediately ran towards Steve

“Hey hi”

“Hi again beautiful”

You hesitated a bit “Umm do you wanna? do you mind if I ask you to join us? We are playing volleyball and I'm short of one player.”

 “Of Course love, it will be my utmost pleasure.”

 You both came back and took your positions at the back. The game started and you were impressed by Steve's skills. He was really good at the game.

“Didn't think you would turn out be such a player.”

“I can be more than that love if you want.” He winked.

You blushed profusely “for now I just want to beat my best friend's ass in the game”

“As you wish mam”

Tom was standing in the front and he could hear all of your conversations. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't feeling jealous.

Both the teams were on tie the last round was do or die for you.

You went to serve the ball but accidentally it slipped and it went and hit at the back of Tom's head. You gave a panicked look while others started laughing.

“I'm really sorry Tom the ball slipped from my hand” you also started giggling.

“But I think you did that intentionally Y/N” Tom said angrily

 “What do you think I don't understand why you are acting to be so nice”

“What are you saying Tom I don't understand I already said that I'm sorry it was totally an accident?”

“Are you sorry? You just can’t tolerate that after so many years finally I’m happy with someone”

“Yo Tom calm down” Jacob said

 “Yes Tom stop overreacting!” Chloe yelled

“Tell your friend to stop acting to be so nice!!”

“Hey man you are unnecessarily making a big deal out of it” Steve came in your defense.

“You please stay out of this. Its between us”.

“Tom you can’t speak to Steve like this”

“Oh now I get it all this to grab his attention. You are wasting your time on her dude take my advice leave her she anyways will leave you after she gets whatever she wants from you”.

Your blood was boiling at Tom’s words. El was totally confused at the whole scene she wasn't getting why Tom was reacting like that, your temper rising as you noticed her and abruptly spoke

“Hey El I know you are totally confused at what is going on let me give you a pretext to it ,you actually know half of my identity that is I'm their childhood friend but I'm more than that to your fiance actually.” you jabbed at her

“Y/N I said you no” Tom yelled

“Oh it’s too late now honey”

“For the record I'm his ex girlfriend. We had been in a relationship since we were teenagers then we broke up six years ago. But I guess he couldn't get over it as that is why he couldn’t say you about me” you glared at him looking up and down. “Maybe you are failing to give him the love he needs that is why he can’t forget me and is acting like a dickhead.”

El was definitely hurt by your words. She ran towards the beach house teary eyed. Tom ran after her “El wait! Don’t go! I can explain!! Please listen!!”

“Fuck you Y/N!!!”

You gave him the finger with both your hands with an uninterested look on your face.

The game obviously had to be ended after the heated argument. And everybody came back to the beach house. You were all sitting in the living room. Tom and El were in their room. Probably sorting out the matter after your big revelation.

“What is the problem with Tom?” Z exclaimed

“He has totally gone nuts” Sam scoffed

“Y/N are you okay?” Harrison nudged your shoulder

“Yeah I'm fine but I really feel bad I shouldn't have spoken to El like that. That was totally rude. I just got really angry. I didn't do it intentionally.

“It's okay Y/N we know it was never your fault. Tom has always been a dickhead.” Harry reassured you

‘I think I need to talk to El and clear things out before it gets more complicated.”

El was standing at the porch when you approached her.

“Hey”

“Hey” she gave a half smile

“Listen I came to apologize for today. I'm really sorry I shouldn't have talked to you like that. It was so rude of me. I just couldn't control myself after what Tom said. I don't know what Tom said to you about me but I have no intention of interfering in your lives. I'm really happy for both of you. To be honest I still love him, he is my best friend though he doesn't see me like his friend anymore. I don't want to become the reason for a rift in your relationship.”

“I understand Y/N in a way it was Tom's fault, he was the one who overreacted in spite of you saying sorry.”

“Thank you El for understanding.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure”

“Why did you guys break up?”

You sighed deeply “because I was way too selfish. I couldn't give the love he deserved. But now I feel you can fill that void in his life. You took El's hand in yours El “I'm giving his responsibility to you El. Please never leave his side. Fill his life with love and happiness he deserves. And if you guys want I can..I can leave tomorrow itself.”

“No Y/N I wouldn't want that you both share a past together but that should not affect our future. You will always be a good friend to me.”

“So if we are all good you guys are coming to the party right”

“Party??” El gave a confused look

“Yeah Harrison arranged a sort of welcome and success party for me, gonna have fun tonight.”

 “Yeah sure and I'll persuade Tom don't worry.

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 You chose your little black dress with a deep plunging neckline as your outfit for the night. Zendaya was still confused between two of her outfits. You both did your make up and got ready.

“What's with that cleavage?” Zendaya quipped

“I don't think I stand a chance with that Steve guy after today's events so I have to find a new one” you laughed.

 As you guys reached the night club, you could hear the music blasting from outside. The bouncers checked your ids and let you in. Harrison ordered the drinks as you all gathered together. Harrison raised a toast

“To our long living friendships and our rock-star's successful album.”

You all cheered.

“Okay guys the drinks are on me for tonight, help yourselves” you announced.

The boys cheered. Everyone scattered the couples went for a dance as you looked at Tom and El dancing and laughing. You were sipping on a margarita when you felt a light tap on your shoulder and you looked back.

"Hey you went away without even saying a proper goodbye"

“Umm hi, sorry actually I wasn’t in a good state at that moment”

“Yeah I understand. how are you now?”

“Fine.”

He was checking you out all thanks to your dress

“Up here Mr.” You grinned

He gave a lopsided smile “you look hot”

“Thanks”

Physical by Dua Lipa starts playing

(Common love isn't for us We created something phenomenal Don't you agree? Don't you agree? You got me feeling diamond rich Nothing on this planet compares to it Don't you agree? Don't you agree? )

 Zendaya came and grabbed your hand “come on slowpoke. Let's burn the dance floor.” She pulled you to the dance floor.

(Who needs to go to sleep, when I got you next to me?

All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back and you know I got you So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical Lights out, follow the noise Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical)  

You both swayed to the music as you both started lip syncing with the song loudly and laughing. You grooved sensuously giving occasional glances to Steve. He took the que and approached you. You felt his arms around your hips as he turned you towards him. You put your arms on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music looking into each other's eyes.

“Hey Steve!! come on mate you have to go!” you heard a group of men calling out

“Er... sorry I have to leave my friends are calling. See you again” 

“It’s ok bye see ya” You came back to the counter. You ordered some lemon drops. You gulped it down and bite into the lime.

“Didn't think you will make him leave you so soon”

You rolled your eyes “wasn't today enough for you.”

“I can never get enough of you princess”

“Stop calling me that!!”

“Why does it turn you on?”

“Huh!!” you deadpanned. “It makes me feel nauseated. You don't excite me anymore Holland” you grinned. He was going to say something as Tuwaine interrupted

“Hey let’s do power hour” Tuwaine suggested

“Yessss!!!!” the boys shouted in unison

“Guys seriously none of you can handle yourselves after that. We girls have also come to enjoy not to carry your drunken asses home” You jabbed.

“We can handle ourselves Y/N don’t worry” Harry assured you

“We’ll see that”

The game started only Paddy didn’t participate as he was not sure of his capacity to handle . Jacob gave up half way through the shots. Sam and Harry both struggling to keep up the pace lastly giving up. It was now between Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine. Tuwaine won eventually. And now all the boys were definitely drunk as you had expected.

You were having your shots as Tom took one from you.

“Aren’t you already enough drunk loser”

“I’m not a loser” he said in a raspy voice

“Then who lost to Tuwaine anyways I’m gonna go dance you sulk here loser”

 Into you by Ariana Grande starts playing

(I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey)

You walked to the center of the dance floor swaying your hips a little as you start grooving to the song. You felt a little tipsy as you danced along the song, drunk sweaty bodies hovered around you. 

(Oh baby, look what you started The temperature's rising in here Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move Before I make a move)

You started dancing with some random drunk guy. You glanced at Tom as you placed your hands around his neck and danced with that guy. Yes the alcohol in your system wanted Tom to make a move.

(So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

Tom clenched his jaw as he gulped down a shot slamming the glass on the bar counter and started walking towards you. You continued to dance sensually.

(Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous, but baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

You felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist as he turned you and pulled you closer to him. Your palms resting on his broad chest. The smell of his cologne taking over your senses.

(This could take some time, hey I made too many mistakes Better get this right, right, baby)

You placed your hands around Tom's neck as you get lost into each other's eyes. The world seemed a blur to you at the moment as you cared less of who was watching, you just wanted to live this moment.

(So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

 He took your hand in his and twirled you around a few times before pulling you closer, your back pressed to his chest, your bodies swaying, occasionally grinding against each other.

(Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous, but baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

 He brushed aside your hair with one hand, his other hand on your shoulder as he kissed you behind your ear. You gasped at his touch as you felt your body was on fire. You tilted your head a little to give him more access as he brushes his lips on your neck. Tom's hands ran down your arms lacing with your fingers.

(Tell me what you came here for 'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more)

You suddenly felt whatever is happening is wrong, you pulled away from him to leave as he caught hold of your hand.  

(I'm on the edge with no control And I need, I need you to know You to know, oh)

You looked at him and then to your hands. He pulled you impossibly closer as you slammed into his chest. Your legs were wobbly as he steadied you by holding your waist. The smell of his cologne doing things to you. Old memories, nostalgia hitting you. He lifts you up and spins a little.

  (So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

You look at him with droopy eyes as he brings you down; he hugs you even closer. He knelt near your neck, nose brushing against the bottom of your ear. You whimpered when his hot breath ghosted your ears. "Do I still excite you babygirl?" he whispered in your ears. You could just hum in response, your body shivering at each and every touch of his.

(Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous, but baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

Purple lights danced across Tom's face illuminating his  brown eyes, highlighting his each and every feature. You went dizzy when his lips ghosted at your sweet spot at the nape of your neck. You threw your hands around his neck tugging his hair at the bottom. His hands snaked around your waist sensually gliding to your thighs at the hem of your dress.You weren't that drunk so soon the realization hit you where it is leading to. You thought, what were you doing? This is so not right. You struggled to free yourself from his hold pushing him away by his chest.

(So come light me up, so come light me up my baby A little dangerous, a little dangerous my baby A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you ) song fading away...............

You both stand in the middle of the dance floor breathless. You ran your hand through your already messed up hair. You stomped off to the bar counter as Tom followed you.

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[katsukikitten]

Hewwo! I was wondering if you could do a Bakugou x Fem Athlete reader? I use to be a wrestler and when I watch bnha and see their workouts/training, it brings me back to the good times where i use to slam ppl into the floor lol (im soft i swear-). Maybe reader goes to a boot camp and doesn't see bakugo for awhile and they come back hella buffed up and can even lift Bakugou with ease, maybe they're a weightlifter?? Idk but i wanna see bakugo shook at his strong gf lol

I hope you like this my dear.

You were what most people called a behemoth.

A thick woman with muscle on an athletic build instead of thick hips. Your shoulders were broad, strong and could carry the weight of the world.

And often times it did.

It used to bother you that you were not as femme as other girls. As cutesy and petite until one day you came to the realization that you'd never look like the women on the front of magazines.

And that was a o fucking kay. And everyday since then you fought with yourself and your self image.

Because bitch you were a queen.

And being a confident cut throat queen added to your muscular stature had most *boys* avoiding you like the plague.

But that was fine because you were looking for a M! A! N!

Although you didn't know you'd find him so soon and in such an odd package.

It took one deadly smirk aimed at you for you to fall head over heels.

And it took one knockout punch for him.

Depsite the mutual feelings the two of you only ever interact or text to spar. You too worried that you're reading into his excitement too much. Thoroughly convinced he only sees you as a bro he can actually go all out with.

While he is too fucking oblivious to even realize he had feelings for you. Paying you compliments and even bragging on you in class with simple songs of praises such as "Tch. Y/LN would break your puney fucking arm in a wrestling match Kirishima!"

The doting ash blonde would eye you then, smiling proudly daring anyone to test your strength.

And double daring anyone to comment on that powerfully beautiful body of yours.

If he heard a single off colored comment or joke about you, whether you were there to defend yourself or not he would step in. Hands popping with unkempt rage as a shit eating grin erupted on his kissable lips.

The thought of him defending your honor had your cheeks burning with blush as you waltz through the thick doors of the gym, exactly where Kirishima said you could find him. Silently thankful that he is wearing headphones with music loud enough that he does not hear the door shut as you spy his damp, sculpted back pull his body upward as he counts with barely a grunt.

Well into the upper thousands as your heart flutters, body heating to the point that your kneecaps melt. Struggling to stand you turn on your heel, losing the nerve to tell him goodbye although you will only be gone for a short month. Still you wonder if you should send a text, thumbs hovering over the lit keyboard debating if he would even want to read a stupid message from a lousy extra like you.

And it wasn't like you'd get a reply while you were gone and even if you did where you were going your phone would be no better than a glorified iPod touch with the lack of signal out in bumfuck nowhereville.

You decide against it sliding your phone into your leggings pocket as you tighten the straps on your book bag setting out for what will hopefully push you in the right direction.

Camp is hard as you knew it would be. You were training with the best strength oriented quirk pro heros in the game! Sending you through grueling obstacle courses with semi truck tires and endless pits of sand and mud.

Not to mention you were pushed to the point of puking more often than not. Still you somehow made friends in between the exhausting training and gnarly cafeteria food. Laughing, helping one another and even exchanging numbers with promises to text when a mythical bar of service was found.

Cool water drips form your hair as you plop down on the bottom bunk with a sigh, your bed mate pokes her head out to look down at you. Meanwhile you stare at the last text your friend Mina had sent you for the umpteenth time this week. A photo of you and Bakugo sharing a rare laugh during training both of your cheeks flushed and hair clinging to sweating foreheads over a joke long forgotten. But the feeling would never fade.

You damn her silently for being so sneaky and sneaky enough to catch both you AND Bakugo off guard.

"You've been sighing like you're s/o is away at war!" She chides, "So who are you staring at?"

This gains the attention of the other two girls in the bunks across the way, eyes gleaming at the thought of sharing crushes. Heat flushes your skin bright pink as you attempt to lock your phone but swift hands above snatch it from your normally steely grip.

"Oh." Is all she says as she looks closely at the photo, Bakugo shirtless with, dripping with sweat and wearing his best smile as you're three quarters to the camera cheesing hard as hell.

"Well shit I'd be sighing too. Your man is hot as hell! Does he train with you?"

"A..ah he's um not.." Fear grips your windpipe as you try not to sound creepy as fuck for looking at a picture of what is only your classmate. You clear your throat, "We're just sparring partners."

"What?!" She zooms in on his face before showing it to the other girls and yourself as best she can out of your reach, "My sparring partner never smiles. Make him your man!"

"I'm not his type, Kimi!" You rush out, embarrassment having you cover your face. Shit you'd never be his type.

You couldn't imagine anything more than a petite fiery or even just plain shy girl who wore dresses and heels. A woman with all the right curves that would dangle from his arm as he showed her off. Not some brute who could practically snap any man in half.

Your heart sinks into your gut, tears threatening to spill.

"Then what's his type?" She asks dryly above you. Mind racing as you think of how Bakugo looks at the opposite sex, hell even the same sex in your class and you come up with the same face each time. He wears his ever agitated snarl and that's if he even glances their way. Scarlet eyes narrowed into slits save when the look at you. They are narrowed only from the effects of his upturned lips.

"I reckon he ain't got a type then?" She says staring down at you from over her mattress. You avoid eye contact as you speak.

"I...I just can't see him with me. I'm all bulky and burly like." You flex your banded arms for emphasis before pointing at your bunk mate above, "While you're more toned and that of a fitness magazine model."

"So what? So fucking what! Haven't you seen me oogling you all week? Or the other women who would kill to have your gains! We see it sis, we see it and stan it. You carry muscle where most women DREAM to!" She jumps from the top bunk lifting your shirt up to your sports bra," Abs bitch, you've got washboard abs! Meanwhile my stomach can barely become flat. And your back! Ugh don't get me started how you're stronger than super girl with that toned back and beautifully rounded ass. Why are you selling yourself short?"

Your lack of answer is met with a harsh slap on your stomach before the timed lights in the cabin die out.

"The first thing I want you to text me about is how you asked that hottie blonde out." She threatens before jumping to the top bunk like an agile cat.

The month ends with tight hugs and a long ride home. You welcome the scenery of the winding roads and mountains as the train speeds past, muscles screaming from the month before.

And stomach growling wanting nothing more than a home cooked meal. If you did the math right on the chore wheel. You'd be coming back to Katsuki's cooking. You slip in and out of conciousness dreaming of spicy grilled chicken.

A surprise waits for you as you get off at your stop for the train. The platform crowded with familar bodies of class 3A

as you dismount from the steps.

"WELCOME HOME Y/N!" They shout in unison as Mina and Urarka rush in for a hug. You pull away laughing before your eyes scan for a blonde and when they come up empty your stomach twists for a moment. Mina pulls your thoughts away as slips her pink arms through yours guiding you towards the exit of the train station. She fills you in on the things you'd missed that fun summer month.

Swimming, fireworks, watermelon.

All activities that they planned to do again of course, espeically now that you were back. Not to mention her now boyfriend, Kirishima who, always the gentleman, took your bags to carry on your soon to be journey down six blocks back to UA, to home.

Still you wish Bakugo would have come to greet you too, you pull out your phone for a moment. Ready to text Kimi how you were gonna be forever alone, instead you lock your phone angrily shoving it into your bag.

With each step closer towards the dorms your body becomes heavier, weighted down with your mood drop that you brush off as "I'm just tired Mina-chan" endlessly until you reach the dorms.

The class floods into the their third year dorms as the smell of food wafts over your senses, causing mixed feelings to fist fight in your stomach.

"I'm just gonna get some sparring in before dinner." You smile at Mina, as you head out clad in your ever present athleisure wear, short black shorts and a tanktop.

The outdoor punching bag takes the brunt of your anger, of your disappointment and mostly your own self loathing over being upset over your training buddy not coming to greet you.

Still it stings to know he didn't even bother to show up. Hell he didn't even greet you at the damn door to the dorms!

Arching your fist you slam it into the bag that bursts open as the chain snaps, soaring into the treeline behind the dorms. You huff, back turned before your stomach growls, begging to be fed.

You collect yourself as you hear the sliding door to the living room open.

"Oi! Y/N!" His voice comes out biting as he approaches. You look to the source damning your heart for fluttering at just the sight of him. You notice his skull shirt seems a bit tighter than when you last saw him, muscled arms flexing as he keeps his calloused hands in his pockets. Harsh eyes look you up and down. Roving over your body making you feel naked beneath their intensity as he silently assess your thick frame. Scarlet lingering on exposed soft thighs that he may or may not imagine himself between sometimes. It took the entire month of his "sparring" partner gone to realize she may have been more than just that.

He fights the blush on his cheeks before a devilish grin overtakes his normal snarl.

"Atta girl, coming back stronger than ever. Bet you kicked some ass at camp huh?" His praises has your heart soaring as your body moves on it's own. Anger melting into warmth as you scoop up the muscled man into a bone crushing hug, giggling as you swing him in a circle. That is before you realize your giddy action could make him seem weak, something Bakugo loathes. You set him down with several rushed "Sorry"s before he grips your wrist tightly. Eyes boring into yours as he struggles to keep his breathing even.

"No I should be the one who's sorry." He growls.

"For what?" He answers as he pulls you closer to him until your lips crash into his. Hands roving up your toned arms before strong fingers pull at the hair at the nape of your neck deepening the kiss while you turn into putty in popping hands. After a few moments he breaks free, looking over your stunning features.

"For not fucking doing that sooner. For not fucking realizing that I admire more than just your strength." He looks away slipping his hand into yours as he pulls you back to the dorms, "Come on! I didn't make my girl's favorite just so it could get cold damn it!"

He drags you into the house as you watch after him before you snap a photo sending it to Kimi with a caption underneath.

"He beat me to the punch."

[topsytervy]

Colorful Notes ~ Pope Heyward

Naming and knowing how to end my writings is my Kryptonite, I swear.

Blurb: Pope stops by your house after school while your sick and informs you his notes are boring.

Word Count: 1,451 (it's a short one peeps)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a cold?, spelling/grammar mistakes, there's not really anything else that needs a warning I think.

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You laid on your couch a sniffling, coughing mess as some random soap opera played on your tv. Well, random being the Young and the Restless cause you saw it on Hulu and decided you had nothing better to do. 

You were called in from school by your father, much to your dismay considering you had an AP world history test that day, and were forced to rest. 

You heard a knock on the front door before it opened, a familiar voice calling throughout your house. "Y/N! Sweetheart!"

"In here, Pope!" You called out, immediately regretting it when you started coughing.

Within a couple of seconds, the face of your sweet boyfriend came into view and you smiled. 

"How are you feeling, baby?" He asked, walking over to the couch and setting his backpack down next to it. 

He placed a quick kiss to the top of your head as you sat up. "Like shit. And when I figure out who got me feeling like shit, they will be feeling like shit when I punch them for making me miss a test." You grumbled. Pope let out a small laugh as he sat down, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Please tell me you brought me my homework."

"I did but your dad told me not to give it to you because you'll do it now and you need to rest. He thinks you got sick cause of stress and I think-"

"You think it was John B cause he was sick that one day." You cut him off and he shot you a look.

"I think your dads right." Pope finished, emphasizing the 'I' in his sentence.

You pouted. "I think he's wrong." 

Pope rubbed your back and sighed, changing the subject. "What on earth are you watching?"

"The Young and The Restless." 

"Why?" 

"Well, there's 48 seasons of Young and the Restless and I started thinking about how easy it is for us nowadays to go through an entire season. We go through a season as if it's a hot knife cutting through butter. So I wondered how long it would take me to watch all 48 seasons if I didn't just stick to a season a day which made me do the math and if I can get through 2 seasons a day, I can watch all of it on 24 days. I now have a goal to watch all 48 seasons before day 24 hits all while keeping up with everything happening." You rambled.

"And how long are these episodes?" Pope inquired.

"The show started in 1973 and up until 1980, episodes were about half an hour. Every episode after 1980 is about an hour."

"Sounds like you have your work cut out for you then."

"Well, I need something to keep me busy, Pope."

"You're not gonna be sick for 24 days sweetheart which means you won't be able to watch at least 2 and a half seasons a day if you wanna get it done before day 24 because you'll be back at school." He reasoned.

You grinned. "I know. Which is why once I'm back at school I'm dropping the knowing what's going on bit. Then it can just play while I get ready, or eat, or do homework." Pope rolled his eyes and reached for the remote but you pulled it away from him. "I'm only half a season in and this is season 5, bucko."

"Alright. Alright. I just thought maybe," Pope sighed, reaching over and unzipping his backpack and pulling out some of his notebooks. You perked up at the movement, pulling away from Pope and staring at your boyfriend. "I have all these boring notes from the past week and they're so dull. I thought you would want to do your thing and make them a little less dull but I guess not." He shrugged.

You grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "Pope, you are the greatest human being on earth. Do you know that?" 

"You tell me everyday." He smiled before getting up to go grab your gel pens from your room.

This wasn't the first time Pope had done this. Letting you doodle/color code his notes when you were bored or needed a break from whatever or even to just calm you down. It was enough to keep you relaxed while also engaging your brain.

Freshman year was the first time he ever let you do it and since then, he hasn't liked his notes in just boring pencil. He also hasn't thrown away any of his notebooks and barely lets anyone touch them, besides you of course, in fear that someone will destroy your work.

"Please John B. I just wanna do something." You pleaded.

You sat at a table in the library during study hall, all your homework done, with your friends Pope, John B, and JJ.

John B looked over at you. "They're notes, Y/N/N. I'm throwing all of them in a bonfire at the end of the year. It's pointless."

You rolled your eyes before turning them onto JJ. "JJ, can I please do something with your notes. I'm dying of boredom over here." 

JJ laughed.  "Bold of you to assume I took down notes. Come on, Y/L/N. I thought you knew me better than that."

"Why didn't you take notes?" 

"I can give you many reasons. One is why waste paper on useless shit. Deforestation and shit exists. Save some trees. Two is because then I don't have to buy new notebooks next year and I can save some money. Three is why the hell would I when I can just look at yours or Pope's." JJ listed before resuming his paper airplane. You stared at JJ and he glanced back up before sighing. "This is actually for science this time. Don't worry. I'm not gonna use it to piss off the librarian."

You were about to say something when a notebook was pushed towards you. You looked across to see Pope with a small smile. "Knock yourself out."

You grinned before opening it up and grabbing your gel pens from your backpack.

JJ leaned in close, knowing of his best friends small, but growing, crush on you. "Fuckin' whipped, dude." He chuckled which caused Pope to hit him.

Since then, Pope made sure to write light enough so you could trace over the words and left enough space for small doodles if you felt some were needed.

"Do you have a color scheme in mind?" You asked, sitting on the living room floor and laying out all your pens in front of you with Pope's science notebook opened to where you left off.

Pope thought about it for a minute before shaking his head. "You do whatever you deem fit, sweetheart." 

You grinned before turning your full attention onto the small project in front of you, reading over the words in front of you to see what colors you wanted to use. 

Pope sat behind you, playing with your hair as he watched you do your thing, content written all over your face. 

"I love you." You told him after a while, sniffling as you felt your nose begin to run

Pope smiled, kissing the back of your head as he reached for the box of tissues that sat beside you guys. "I love you too. Snot and all." He responded, holding the box out in front of you.

You grabbed a tissue with a pout before blowing your nose, Pope reaching for the trash can to bring it closer. "I hope I get you sick." 

Pope laughed. "Good luck with that. My immune system is solid, baby. It'll take more than this to get me sick."

You rolled your eyes before looking up at him and tapping your lips. "Kiss." 

Pope laughed once more as he shook his head. "Nice try, Y/N/N, but no."

You narrowed your eyes at him "I'll get ya, Heyward. I'll get ya when you least expect it. You won't even see it coming."

"I bet you will. Until then, and by then I mean better, all kisses will be placed on the cheek, hand, shoulder, top of the head, back of the head, and forehead." 

You made a face. "That's rude." 

"So is getting me sick. Now are you gonna do your thing or argue with me?"

"Both." You responded as you went back to Pope's notebook.

Pope smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and placed his head on your shoulder. "Bring on the debate then baby."

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[malenipshadows]

Want a bro like him in my fight club!

Peak physique

[romansleftshoulderpad]

Chapter One - Origins

We Could Be Immortals

Words: 1,945

Ship: None

Warnings: Dead animal, swearing, caps, sex mention, sex jokes, asthma attack

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Logan kept bouncing his leg. The clock was ticking. The fans of the computers next to him were whirring. All three were almost in time. Almost. Almost. It was almost enough to drive him mad.

“Hey,” Virgil whispered, leaning across the gap between their desks. “Wanna get into some trouble tonight?”

“Absolutely not,” Logan said, bouncing his leg even faster.

“I’ll cover for you,” Virgil said. He smiled brightly and his eyes seemed to sparkle against his dark skin. “You can sleepover, it’ll be fun.”

“Your idea of fun involves sneaking into the forest late at night and getting drunk with Roman Duke.”

“Excuse you, only Roman was drunk that night,” Virgil said. “And this time we’re going into a cave.”

“No way!”

“Pleeeeaaaaseee,” Virgil begged. “I’ll give you the answers to our English test next Thursday.”

“I’m not going to cheat on a test,” Logan whispered. “And I’m not going to any caves. Just let me finish this assignment, please.”

“C’mon, please?”

“How did you even get the answers, anyway?”

“I have a cousin who owes me a few favors.”

“Oh no, is it-“

“Shush!” Virgil exclaimed dramatically. “We do not speak his name!”

The bell rang and Logan sighed, quickly putting away his binder and pens. Virgil put a hand on his shoulder, quickly pulling his attention away from getting ready. “Just think about it, okay? I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Just think about it.”

Logan let out a deep breath and nodded. By the time he grabbed his things, Virgil was already far from sight.

Logan wasn’t one to fall for the idea of “the fear of missing out” or whatever it was advertisers said to guilt consumers into buying their products. He fully believed that if he kept looking forward then one day he would be successful, and therefore happy. He was always looking forward.

Which is why having a friend like Virgil confused him so much. Virgil was always so present. He lived in the moment. He has adventures in the woods and caves simply because he enjoyed the adrenaline rush. He and Logan were like yin and yang.

This is why, at 7 o’clock on a school night, Logan almost couldn’t believe that he was at Virgil’s front door.

“Logan!” Virgil said with a smile, his hair pulled back into dreadlocks with purple at the ends. “Glad I’m not alone with this nerd,” he teased and Logan noticed a shorter boy waving from behind him.

“Ah you didn’t mention there would be any company,” Logan said awkwardly, tensing up as Virgil pulled him inside.

“Oh, uh, yeah, Patton dropped in sort of last minute,” Virgil said, before murmuring, “Remy dropped him off here so now we’re on babysitting duty.”

“I see.”

“Sorry about that,” Virgil said, his voice soft but thick like a warm blanket. “I’ll warn you next time.”

The three of them sat down at Virgil’s kitchen table, talking and snacking on bowls of pretzels and popcorn. “So, uh,” Logan mumbled awkwardly, unconfident in his ability to make small talk, “how do you know Virgil?”

“He’s a friend of a boyfriend of a cousin,” Virgil explained. Patton sat in silence, putting more popcorn into his mouth.

“He who shall not be named?”

Virgil laughed. “Yeah. Him.”

Patton only glanced between them in confusion, clearly missing out on a joke. He ate more popcorn.

There was a noise at the door and all laughter quickly came to silence. The noise repeated. Over and over again. “Is that rocks?” Patton asked.

“It’s in three to five-second intervals,” Logan said.

“You counted?” Virgil asked with a laugh.

“Counting calms me down.”

Virgil grabbed a metal baseball and headed towards the door. When another rock came towards the door he quickly swung the bat and hit it back.

“FUCK!”

“Talk shit, get hit, you little bitch!”

Logan and Patton tried to see outside but neither of them recognized the voice outside.

“YOU HIT MY EYE!”

“You hit my door.”

“YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and dropped his bat. “Just get in here, dumbass.” He turned to Logan and Patton. “We have a full cave hunting crew now.”

“Hi!” Patton said with a bright smile and a wave. It was almost disgusting how quickly he could turn cheerful.

Roman held a hand over his eye and dramatically muttered expletives at Virgil. “Guess it’s a party now.”

“Shitty party,” Logan said.

“Just get some ice on your eye, Ro,” Virgil said. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”

“It’ll be sunset in five minutes,” Patton said.

Virgil smirked. “Isn’t that the point?”

Logan bounced his leg under the table. He was starting to get anxious. What if they got lost or separated? What if something bad happened? What if-? What if-? What if-?

“Good thing you have a handsome knight with you,” Roman teased, jumping up on the counter with a smile.

“Who? Patton?”

“Virgil, I will fight you.”

“I’d like to see you try, you asthmatic hoe.”

“Excuse you! ¡No soy una azada, tu perra!” Roman yelled in false offense.

“No swearing in front of the baby,” Virgil said. “Patton is only 15. He’s so young. So innocent. You’re tainting him.”

“Virgil, you’re 16,” Logan pointed out.

“Exactly. I am much older and wiser than this toddler.”

“And you’re swearing,” Roman rebutted.

“Prove it, fucker.”

Logan sighed, burying his face in his hands. Roman threw a frozen pea at Virgil. “You’re a dumbass,” they both said.

“Yeah, we’ll you three are the dumbasses I’m going to sacrifice to the old cave deities.” He grabbed a couple of flashlights and buried his keys into his pocket. “Now let's go.”

The sight of the four of them walking together seemed so foreign yet so familiar to Logan. He and Virgil had always been close, just as Roman was close with Virgil. And Patton? He was just one of the many poor fools strung into Virgil’s idea of a good time.

“I feel like we need a dog,” Logan said quietly, shrinking his flashlight at the ground in front of him.

Patton gasped with a happy smile. “We do!”

“I call being Fred!” Roman yelled.

“Sure thing, Daphne,” Virgil teased.

“Daphne?! How dare you- uh- Shaggy!”

Virgil spun around and shone his flashlight under his chin causing his features to look sharper as he blended into the shadows. “An all-powerful god who is simultaneously a cultural icon as well as mysteriously unknown to the feeble power of the human mind?” He laughed. “Nice insult, Roman.”

“Besides, Shaggy totally tops Fred.”

“No way,” Patton said.

“Shaggy tops Fred and Velma bottoms to Daphne,” Logan continued. “So the day we get a dog, Virgil and Roman have to fuck.”

“Guess that makes you Velma,” Roman said.

“Definitely.”

“So by extension,” Virgil said with a laugh, “you and Patton get to have spooky, ghosty sex when we get a dog.”

Logan cringed, desperately avoiding looking in Patton’s direction. “I take back everything I said.”

Virgil laughed, falling back into the group just enough to wrap an arm around Logan’s shoulder. He shone his light on a pile of rocks. “Almost there, lads.”

Just enough light shone towards Patton to show how he beamed at the word. It was just enough for Logan to notice how young he looked. Despite being a sophomore, he would have barely passed for a freshman. Logan wondered if he ever skipped a grade.

“Be careful,” Virgil said as they walked into the cave. His grip around Logan tightened protectively. Is he worried about me? Or am I a puppet to hide his own fear?

Patton screamed, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth. The other three froze before turning to see what his light was pointed at.

“Is that a dead rabbit?” Virgil asked, moving closer to it. “Cool!”

“NOT COOL!” Patton squeaked. He mumbled under his breath, “Why couldn’t I just watch cartoons with Emile?”

“I’m gonna steal its foot,” Virgil said.

“Strip a naked man of his foot?” Roman asked. “Really?”

“Naked?” Logan questioned.

“Yes, Logan, named. As in not wearing clothes.”

“What would a rabbit need clothes for?”

“A very important date, of course!” Roman whined out. “Have you no sense of wonder?”

“Have you no sense of proper grammar?”

“I’m gonna steal the foot,” Virgil repeated, touching the animal’s decaying flesh.

“That is absolutely disgusting.”

“Stop!” Patton cried out, squeezing his eyes closed and holding his hands over his ears.

“Are you okay?” Roman whispered. Patton shook his head and Roman could see a few stray tears rolling down his cheeks. “Virgil, stop,” he ordered, pulling the younger boy into his arms. “You’re upsetting Patton.”

Virgil and Logan froze, Virgil’s fingers brushing against the rabbit’s fur. He pulled his hand back quickly when he saw Patton’s face. “Pat, I’m so sorr-“

“What the hell is happening to your hand?” Roman blurted. He shone a flashlight on it. “Violet, you’re turning violet!”

His fingers were turning purple as the hue began to spread down his skin. “Holy shit,” Virgil breathed out. “I- uh- I think we should go home.”

“No shit,” Logan murmured, his eyes growing wide with fear.

“It’s fine we’ll just turn a-“ Virgil stopped in his tracks. The entrance was completely blocked. “No way. No fucking way.”

“Are we going to die here?!” Logan shouted, his breathing growing frantic to the point where he was nearly hyperventilating.  

“We’re not going to die,” Roman said. He heard growing behind him and came face to face with a faceless monster made of smoke and fog. “I TAKE IT BACK, WE’RE GOING TO DIE!”

“What do we do?!” Patton screamed.

“RUN!” Virgil yelled before punching the monster in the face, shocked to find that his hand didn’t go through the fog. It was like punching a brick wall, only he felt no pain. He figured he could buy his friends some time to escape.

Roman had scooped Patton and Logan into each of his arms and ran further into the cave. “You are ridiculously strong,” Patton commented.

“And I’m ridiculously scared for my life!” Logan yelled.

Roman turned behind a wall and let Patton and Logan to their feet before collapsing on the ground. He was panting for air, clutching his chest with each breath and wheezing with every exhale.

“Is he okay?” Patton whispered.

“He has asthma,” Logan explained. “And I’m guessing the dumbass didn’t bring his inhaler.”

“F- uuuck y- ooouu,” Roman wheezed, with a gesture to emphasize his point. He went into a coughing fit before trying to take a few deep breaths. “I didn’t think we’d be fucking running.”

Virgil caught up to them after a moment without even a drop of sweat on him. However, the same smoky black that made up the creature now seemed to cover his cheeks and the skin under his eyes. “Is Roman okay?”

“Are you okay?” Roman asked, his voice still weak and strained.

“Is my hand still purple?”

“Your whole arm is purple.”

“Then no,” Virgil said. “Definitely not.”

“Oh hey shiny rock,” Roman said, weekly trying to pull himself from the ground.

“I think we’ve touched enough weird cave things,” Patton said cautiously.

“This isn’t Virgil’s evil zombie rabbit, though,” Roman said. He picked up the rock and turned it towards Patton. “See? It looks like an eye.”

“I wish you would put that away,” Patton mumbled.

“And I wish we were home, but-“

The cave filled with a cloud of green smoke coming from the rock. They all found themselves stuck in a coughing fit as they choked on the smog. In only a matter of seconds, they were all fast asleep.

[niftynifflerfics]

Who Needs Plans Anyway?

Hai .3. I was wondering can you do Newt Scamander Smut where He give a special valentine's day gift for reader? Thankies UwU

(A/N: It's been one hell of a long time since Valentines Day, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting! I really struggled with this request not going to lie, so I hope that now I finally feel it doesn't read like grating your fingers on a cheese grater, I hope you enjoy!)

Warnings: language and smut

Word count: 3,750

 Newt Scamander had always been a man with a huge heart and well... Other things. He was a lover of creatures great and small, niffler to elephant and everything in-between. In his time at Hogwarts, the only class he looked forward to and cared about was care of magical creatures and Merlin did he do well in it. When he decided to pursue rescuing animals as a long time career, he left all he'd worked for in England to find and care for as many creatures as he possibly could. He thought there was no greater love in the world than what he felt for the animals he cared for, until he met you.

 It came as no surprise that the speakeasy was alive with chatter and crowded from door to hidden door with people. It was a scene that the people lived for - the naughtiness of sneaking around dancing and drinking together on the very edge of danger of being caught, but Newt was not one for such a scene. He'd never enjoyed the anxiety that such a place brought I mean, what would it do to his life if he was caught participating in this? What would happen if his briefcase was stolen by drunken thieves? It wasn't worth it all for a drink or two. Yet, somehow, he allowed himself to end up here - leaning against the bar and ordering a drink after what must've been the longest day of his life. Surely today wouldn't be the day the speakeasy is searched, it wouldn't matter if he stayed for a while, he wasn’t planning on dancing or anything, just grabbing a couple of drinks and then getting on his way. There's not many people at the bar, an older man in his fifties sits with a half empty glass of what Newt can only assume is scotch and he decides he feels like one too. There's a couple in the corner sneaking kisses between puffs of smoke and to his left there's a girl who appears to be around the same age as him, staring down at the bottom of her glass, tears running down her cheeks. She's almost silent and unnoticed by anyone else, but Newt can't help his instinct.  He slides over to the left side of the bar, settling down in the stool beside her. She doesn't notice him and continues weeping into her long, silky black gloves. He's unsure of what to do now. He didn't want to come off as a creep, watching her soundlessly and getting close to her without her asking him to, but interrupting her crying almost felt just as bad.  The bartender takes his options away from him when he slides Newt his scotch. 'Here you go sir.'  The girl jumps and Newt nods at the bartender. She quickly swipes a few stray tears and gets up to move but Newt stops her, grabbing her forearm. She glares at him, looks down at his hand from where it's clutching her forearm and goes to say something before he interrupts her. 'I'm sorry I...' he lets go of her arm and expects her to leave, but she stays in place for a moment. 'I saw you crying and I felt awful, I wanted to see what was wrong but... I realize now that it wasn't the smartest decision.'  The girl nods, says a thanks to the bartender and to Newt and goes to leave. 'N-no wait I mean,' he stands from his stool. 'Are you alright?'  She nods again, but the way her lips tremble and the two beads of liquid that escape from her eyes and ruin her mascara beyond repair speak for themselves. She seems to have walls up, her shoulders are nearly up to her ears and she seems very tense, but they're only up for a moment before a sigh escapes her painted lips. 'You wanna walk me home? I don't feel good about going out there by myself.'  Newt jumps up from his seat, scotch forgotten on the bar in front of him. He slides money to the bartender, gulps it down and begins to follow after her as she walks out the door. The door is heavy and slams loudly behind them, the only sound to disturb a nearly silent street. It's some time after seven at night (you start to lose track in places like that) and the sky is speckled with stars. It's a cold night, cold enough to know you shouldn't leave without a coat, but Newt clearly wasn't thinking. The girl sniffles and shuffles on a coat before she begins to walk. Eventually the two of them find their pace together silently basking in the calmness of the night. ‘So,’ Newt clears his throat. The girl nearly jumps again, the silence was so undisturbed. ‘Do you mind if I ask what’s got you like this?’  The girl laughs, breath escaping in a cloud in front of her face. She looks down at her feet, runs her tongue over her lips and looks back over at him. ‘My boyfriend of nearly three years has a mistress, apparently she is much better than me. He left me for her this evening.’  Newt felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He felt everything so strongly, he couldn’t help but feel for this poor girl. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘That’s what everyone says,’ she mumbles, ‘but you don’t need to be. You’re a stranger, what could you have done to cause it?’   Newt nods. ‘I understand.’  There’s more silence between then but it’s in no way uncomfortable, it felt right. She was weeping silently again, wiping her tears on her gloves but her gloves were beginning to get too wet to wipe them on anymore, she had to move on to the sleeves of her dress. Newt didn’t try to stop her, he knew she’d need it. ‘May I ask for your name Mr Mystery Man,’ she starts when she’d seemed to have finally recollected her thoughts.  Newt laughs. ‘Of course, It’s Newt – Newt Scamander.’ ‘Newt Scamander,’ she tests his name on her tongue and he feels his heart skip a beat. It sounds like it belongs there. His mind was in a battle with his heart. It wasn’t right to have feelings for someone you just met. Especially not someone emotionally unavailable like she was. Yet he can’t help but feel like it was destiny that he should come to that particular speakeasy, that particular night and meet this particular girl who had just found herself without someone to love. ‘I’m (Y/N) (L/N).’   Since that day, he'd been spending every minute of every hour reminding you how much he loved you, but things aren't always easy. Work had been swamping the both of you lately and the only time you'd had to talk was a few hours after a long day of work. It was almost like you'd just met all over again. So, Newt had decided to make this Valentine's day one that you'd never forget. He’d made dinner reservations at your favorite date spot, bought you gifts he knew that you would love and even spent nearly an hour getting ready to surprise you with it all when you got home. He’d been anxiously watching the clock and knew that very soon you’d open that door and you’d greet him with the most breathtaking smile he’d ever seen that knocks the air out of his lungs every time he sees it. He hears your key click in the lock and watches as it opens just a crack, and there you are. ‘Welcome h—‘  You hastily cleared the hallway, dropping your case near the front door and kicking the door closed. Newt always needs a moment to process things before he understands what’s going on, and you don’t give it to him instead opting for wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as passionately as you could muster. Newt nearly falls with the impact of you pressing yourself up against him, lips slamming into his. His hands move to your hips instinctively and he kisses back, feeling your tongue sliding in to his mouth.  When you pull away, there’s silence. You’re standing there in front of him, clearly aroused with cheeks flushed and warm to the touch. ‘I’ve needed you all week, we’ve both been so busy I just… Please help me. Please?’  You grabbed one of the hands that was on your hips and held it in yours. Newt falters for a moment, he hadn’t stopped being the shy sweet sort of guy since you met him. He seems almost awkward, staring at you and wordlessly gaping. Seeing you like this seems to flip a switch in his mind.  He pulls you back in for another kiss, this time more heated than the last. Everything outside of his lips and tongue seems to disappear, you don’t even notice when he starts walking you backwards towards your shared bedroom until your back hits against the soft sheets of your bed. ‘I made us dinner reservations,’ he starts, leaning down to kiss you again as he begins to unbutton his shirt. ‘I had a whole plan. I was going to see you walk through that door, give you the gifts I had bought for you and we’d get ready together, go out for dinner and then we’d get to this. Now, you, have just ruined my plan.’  He pulls the shirt off of his body and you finally get to drink in the sight of his naked torso. It’s beautiful to say the least. Working with animals is seen as such a fluffy job that only includes patting and feeding them, but Newt’s abs say otherwise. There’s a scar here and there that only adds to the arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach. It’s so thick that there is no distracting from it, you’re practically writhing from the torture that is the way the light hits his half naked body. He’s moved on to his pants now, the way he unbuckles his belt, his hands wrapping around it only makes everything feel hotter and hotter, you really don’t think it can get much worse than this. ‘I’m going to punish you for that,’ he states as his pants hit the floor and his underwear soon follow. ‘Do you understand me? You were impatient and now you will suffer.’  You nod. ‘That’s not good enough, tell me that you understand.’  He leans down, lips closing around your neck. It feels like heaven on earth, some semblance of relief though so, so small. A moan escapes your lips and your arms wrap around him, hands pushing through the hair on the nape of his neck. It’s too much. Damn it, it’s too much. So hot and fading in pleasure, you don’t think you could form any words, no matter how much he wants you to. He pulls away abruptly and you watch him collect his clothes from the floor. ‘Wait no,’ you start, sitting up on the end of the bed. Was it something you did? He drops his clothes back to the floor. ‘Tell me you understand. Say it.’ ‘I-I understand.’  He returns back to his original position, leaning over you, completely naked and hard as a rock. Heaven. On. Earth. Though you knew you were going to hell. He returns to landing kisses on your neck, one after the other until he reaches the joining skin between the very end of your neck and collarbone where he kisses softly and then bites, sucking on the joint and pressing your hips down to the bed when they rise, trying to find the release they need so desperately. He moves to swallow the end of your moan and then presses his forehead against yours as he holds your eyes. ‘Don’t writhe or I’ll leave you here without making you cum,’ he whispers into the shell of your ear. ‘You got that?’ ‘Yes.’  He moves back to your neck, licking over the brand new hickey on the nearly unmarked skin before he begins unbuttoning your blouse. Every single touch feels like fire as he works his way down the white floaty material. He stops at the very end and pulls it back off of your body, pulling you up to work it over your arms. His dick is centimeters away. It’d be so easy to just swallow it whole and watch his persona crumble like you had done so many times before, but the cloud of arousal was so thick that all you could do was moan and let him have his way with you.  He unclasps your bra and throws it somewhere across the room, planting kisses on the newly exposed mounds. He doesn’t touch the nipple, moving around it teasingly. You wonder if begging for it would help and mewl his name. He lands a hand over your mouth. ‘You’re being impatient again,’ he grumbles. ‘Strike one.’  The heat only pools and pools and pools. You know that when he gets to it you’re going to see stars. The very prospect of it is only exciting you more and more. He continues to dance around your nipples before licking the inside of his thumb and index finger and wrapping it around your left nipple. It feels fucking amazing as he tugs and teases the nub. You can’t believe the pleasure that such a small thing makes you feel. If he continues like this, you’ll really snap.  Moans fall out of your mouth beyond your control. You can’t help it, it feels so fucking good, even better when he wraps his tongue and teeth around the neglected right nipple. You want to push your hips up against his. The urge is so strong you can barely hold yourself back, but he doesn’t seem to mind you digging your nails into the flesh of his forearm, so you stick to doing that to restrain yourself.  He teases and teases before his left hand leaves your left nipple and slides down your body to the beginning of your skirt and then past it. The material is tight fitted and it looks damn good on you. Newt can barely restrain himself every time he sees you in it. Now is no exception, keeping up this facade is getting harder and harder, just like he is. He can’t help it, you’re enjoying it so much. Every moan that falls from your lips is heavenly. He didn’t realize how much he needed this until now.  He slides his hand around the back, flicking your nipple with his tongue as he unzips the zipper. He peels his mouth away and he can feel how upset you are with the sigh that releases from your lips. He decides not to punish you for it and rather focuses on ridding you of the clothing still covering your lower half. He notices now what underwear you are wearing. It’s the set he got you for your anniversary last year – it’s (F/C) and lacy and by Merlin did you look stunning in it.  He smirks, leaning down and kissing his way from your breasts to your bellybutton and past it, hooking his fingers underneath the flimsy material’s sides and pulling in one fell swipe. The fabric pools on the floor and he falls onto his knees along with it.  He teases you, kissing the insides of your thighs from the ankle up towards your womanhood. Your moans are loud enough to rouse the entire neighborhood but neither of you could care less, especially when he kitten licks your clit. You instinctively move your hand to grab his hair, wrapping your legs around his head. He abruptly pulls away. ‘No, no Newt, please no,’ you whine. ‘Please—‘  He slams a hand over your mouth and shoves his index and middle finger inside of you without warning. A moan so strong that his hand does nothing to muffle it escapes your lips. His lips press against your earlobe. ‘Strike two.’ You try your very best not to buck upwards as his fingers slide in and out of you gruelingly slowly. ‘Dinner was supposed to go for nearly half an hour. We were going to get all courses and whatever desert you liked if you were still hungry by the end of it. You were going to love it.’  He speeds up slightly and your eyes roll back into your head. ‘It would’ve been expensive but worth it. I wanted to remind you of how much I love you. I never want you to feel the way you felt the day I met you again.’  He begins paying more attention to your neck as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you as fast as he can. Your moans would drown anything that he could possibly say to you, except now he was back in your ear again. ‘I love you so much. I was going to make you feel as if my love for you would never end because it never will. I was going to take you home afterwards and take a long shower with you and we’d make love before we fell asleep.’  He stops moving and you nearly groan, biting down on your lip to hold back sounds. He moves again, this time to position himself between your legs. The very thought of him thrusting in to you right now made you feel as if you were about to cum without a single strum of his fingers. Instead, he teases you mercilessly, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your womanhood, paying extra attention to your clit. ‘But, no. You had to come home like this, all worked up and flushed. I’m not even sure what made you like that but I know for sure it couldn’t have been me. Who was it hmm?’  He pulls away. You realize that he wants you to speak. ‘No one,’ you moaned. ‘I’m not sure I believe that.’ ‘I’ve wanted this for weeks Newt,’ he moves again to brush the head of his cock against you, slightly pleased by your answer. You moan and hiss before you continue. ‘I-I’ve been having detailed sex dreams about you a-and I fell asleep at w-work and I—‘  He thrusts in to you without warning and you let out a moan louder than you thought humanly possible. He hisses and his facade falters. He pulls himself from you, slamming his arms down on either side of you for support as your arms work their way around his torso. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to last, you were so hot. So. Hot. He could barely manage to stand.  You wrapped your legs around him and he seems to find his steam again, thrusting in and out of you. His lips meet yours again and again and again as you moan against him. You’re taking him so well and you looked so damn good. He couldn’t stop staring, taking in every second, every expression, every single flutter of your eyes, every single time your mouth would close and fall open again. He’d spent so many years with you that your lives were nearly as intertwined as the two of you were now. You couldn’t even think with the amount of pleasure that you felt right now. It was insane. You could not keep yourself still or quiet, drinking in the feeling of him inside of you. It felt like before now you were so empty and now you were complete. It’s no surprise there’s so many people in the world if making more of them felt so fucking good.  He’s grunting and moaning in your ear before he changes positions so that your legs were nearly beside your head. He’s hitting an entirely new angle and it’s so much deeper than the last. It feels as if he’s hitting against your very insides. You don’t know how much longer you can take it and he doesn’t either. It’s taking everything in him to restrain himself from spilling his seed in you right here right now.  He leans down and teases your neck again, kisses you with everything he’s got and whispers I love you’s in your ears over and over. His whole plan for tonight wasn’t completely lost, you definitely knew that he loved you and you weren’t going to forget this night any time soon, though you were half an hour late for your reservation by now at least. ‘(Y/N), I don’t think I can take it much longer, I’m gonna cum,’ you nod and he lands his lips on yours again. His hand slithers down to where your bodies meet as he begins drawing circles with his fingertip against your clit. You feel the knot that had been loosening in you this entire time begin to unravel much, much faster. His lips on your neck, him thrusting into you fast enough to break your bed and his fingers circling and circling and circling— ‘I’m gonna cum too.’  Newt’s fingers press harder against your clit and you let out a gasp that transforms into a moan. He’s relentless, his fingers don’t leave it, it’s bordering on painful. The knot is falling apart faster and faster and faster. ‘Cum with me.’ You nod, far too gone to say anything as the two of you transcend into nothing but moans, gasps and quick breaths. Newt’s thrusts seem to start faltering and the knot rapidly unties just as he thrusts one last time. You clench around him and he lets out a groan, holding on tightly to your hips and watching in near awe as your back arches, hitting your high and slowly, slowly coming down from it. You stay there for a while, catching your breath before Newt pulls out and goes in search of a cloth to help clean you up. It’s a mess to say the least. You can feel the cold nipping at your body now, the sheets pressed against your body. It’s all heightened and it feels amazing.  When Newt returns he helps you clean up and throws the cloth into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room, falling down beside you and pulling the sheet up over your bodies. He wraps his arms around your body and turns you to face him. ‘Hello.’  You laugh, ‘Hello.’ ‘Happy Valentine’s day my sweetheart.’