#we still need dish soap so I can’t wash tonight’s dishes tomorrow morning

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anyways I’ve not been really productive today aside from making some rice for dinner but I did achieve finishing some art and unleashing it upon some people and I’m happy with that

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Don’t Board It Up

Commission: Yes!

Pairings: Natemare x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Youtuber Egos

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to @forbiddenstars​ for commissioning me to write this! I had a lot of fun writing this for you! Hope you all enjoy it! Collage was made by me! Edited by @semiproeagle​!

“C’mon, it’s my turn!”

“No way, it’s my turn! You’ve been hogging the controller for an hour already! Natemare said we get an hour each!” Natpai pouts at Bones, who just ignores him for a moment, continuing to play the game.

“I know, but I haven't died yet! That’s not fair!” Bones takes his arm back from Natpai who was gripping onto his sleeve.

“Quit being an asshole and let me play something for once!”

Phantom walks into the living room, ignoring the other two as he makes his way to the couch. Paying attention to his phone, he doesn’t notice Natpai sitting next to him right away.

“Ooh, texting your girlfriend again?”

“Dude, seriously, how many times have I told you not to do that!” Lightly shoving Natpai away from his side, Phantom goes back to texting.

Natpai rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah, well I wouldn’t have to if Bones would just LET ME PLAY!!”

“Hey, no yelling, that shit's annoying.” Looking over at Bones, Phantom sighs. “Can you let him play? You’ve been at it for a while now.”

“No way-” Bones is interrupted when the doorbell rings.

“I got it!” Natemare walks out of the kitchen, cleaning his hands on his apron.

“Mare! Bones won't let me use the Playstation!”

“Bones, what did I tell you! You guys get an hour each, I don't care if you haven't died yet, find a damn save and give the controller to Natpai!” Mare opens the door and looks over at Phantom. “You can help, you know?”

“I could, but they don’t listen to me. Besides, I have to study, exams are coming up.”

“Yeah, and I don’t see you with a textbook in your hands, now do I?” 

Phantom rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to his phone.

“Did I come at a bad time?” You smile at Mare while holding onto an empty tupperware in your hands.

“No, not at all. Oh here, let me take that back.” Reaching out to take the tupperware, he motions for you to come inside. “I just started dinner if you wanna stay for a while?”

“Oh um, some other time would be perfect, but I actually have plans with my parents for dinner.”

“I thought your parents weren’t living around here anymore? Did they come to visit?”

“Yeah, they got some time off of work to come down here today. They wanna catch up over dinner. You know how it is. My dad's probably gonna grill me on my grades, though. Kinda slipped up in math, but I mean it’s my last general course then I’m off to do my major.”

Mare puts the tupperware on the table that's by the door. “Yeah, right. Well, I hope your night is fun. I know mine will be with these guys.”

“Dude, you did not just turn off the PlayStation!” Both of them hear Natpai yell from the living room, making Mare visibly annoyed.

“I can tell. Thanks for lunch the other day, by the way. It was really good!” You smile up at him, feeling a little nervous.

“I’m glad it came out good. You and Bones both like the same thing, and since I had a lot of leftovers, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“I did! Thanks again! Hey, maybe we can hang out tomorrow? I don’t have class all day.”

“That should be fine. I get off work around five, we can get something to eat near your place.”

“Yeah! That works for me! See ya tomorrow!” You give him a quick hug before waving goodbye.

Mare smiles, waving back as he watches you walk down the street. Closing the door, he takes the tupperware with him to the kitchen.

Bones walks in behind Mare, grabbing a cookie from the plate on the counter. Before he can take a bite though, Natemare takes the cookie back. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“And now you’re not. Dinner is almost done, go set the table.” Mare checks the food in the oven and calls over his shoulder to Bones. “Oh yeah. You’re grounded tomorrow night.”

Stopping right as he enters the dining room, Bones turns back to Mare. “Seriously, again?”

Mare stands back up, grabbing the stack of plates that are on the counter. “Yes, again. Maybe if you listened for once and did what I told you instead of being a brat, then maybe you wouldn’t get in trouble.”

Bones rolls his eyes, taking the plates. “Whatever, since when did you get so parental?” 

“Since you started being an ass for no reason. You’re gonna apologize to Natpai later, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I am.”

“Good!” Mare ruffles Bones’ hair, turning back around to finish dinner.

After dinner, Phantom helps Mare clean up while the other two get ready for bed. He notices Mare being more quiet than usual. Picking up a napkin, Phantom balls it up in his hand and tosses it at Mare, catching him off guard when it hits him in the face.

“What the hell, Phantom?” Picking up the napkin, Mare places it with the rest of the trash.

Phantom shrugs as he puts another plate in his pile. “You’ve spaced out lately, especially after (Y/n) came by earlier. What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing's up. I’ve just had a lot on my mind with everything going on.” Making his way to the kitchen, Mare throws out the trash he collected from dinner. Passing Phantom on his way to finish clearing the table, Mare stops when he sees him giving him a look. “Seriously, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t think it’s nothing. I think you like her and don’t know how to confess.” Phantom takes the dishes to the sink to start washing them. “You can just tell her, I don’t think it’ll turn out bad.”

Bringing Phantom the last of the dishes, Mare carefully puts them in the sink. “Look, so what if I do? I can’t just confess to my best friend like that. (Y/n) and I have been friends since middle school. We’re practically like siblings.”

Phantom hands Mare a few dishes to dry and put away before he responds. “Is that how you really feel?”

“No, but it’s probably how she feels.” Mare dries each dish carefully, putting them away.

“Why not at least try? Instead of going to a restaurant why not just go to a park before the sunsets? You guys can just bring the food there, and it wouldn’t be noisy. You’d be able to talk and bring it up. It’ll be fine.” Handing him the last of the dishes, Phantom turns off the water and washes away any soap that was leftover in the sink. He glances at Mare who stares down at the cup he’s drying. “You have every right to be nervous, but c’mon, you've got this. When has being nervous stopped you from doing anything?”

Mare sighs, putting the cup away. “You’re right, I just don’t want to risk losing another friend.”

“Last time wasn’t your fault. Fallouts happen between friends, it's normal.”

Mare smiles at Phantom, tossing the rag over his shoulder. “Go to bed, it’s getting late.”

“You better take my advice.” Phantom smiles back at Mare before heading up to his room.

~

The next day after work, Natemare rushes home from work almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbles inside.

Bones looks up from his laptop where he’s sitting on the couch. “You okay?”

“Fine, where’s Phantom?” Regaining his balance, Mare walks into the living room looking around.

“He’s at Lexi’s, he said they were gonna study for exams.”

Mare sighs. Feeling exhausted, he runs a hand through his hair, calming himself down. “Right. I forgot he asked me if he could go over this morning.” Reaching into his wallet, Mare hands Bones a couple of bills. “Order pizza for you and Natpai for dinner tonight. I won’t be home late, but still.”

Taking the money, Bones shoves it in his jacket pocket, nodding at Mare. Relaxing back into the couch, he goes back to finish up his homework for the day while Mare makes his way upstairs to change.

After putting on his shoes, Mare picks up his phone and texts you that he’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Grabbing his jacket, he passes Natpai’s room on his way downstairs. “No fighting while I’m gone, you two!” Taking his keys from one of the hooks, Mare double checks that he has everything he needs before heading out the door. “I’ll be back later!”

“'Kay! Have fun!” Bones shouts at Mare as he walks out the front door. “Natpai! What kind of pizza do you want?”

“Anything but no pineapple or mushrooms!”

“Got it!” Bones takes out his phone to start the order when he gets a text from Mare.

“Don’t be a dick and order what Natpai doesn’t like. You did last time and he didn’t eat all night.”

Bones giggles to himself before he orders the food and makes sure he doesn’t do what he did last time since he doesn’t want Mare to scold him again.

Turning up the radio in his car, Mare drives off towards your place. His grip on the steering wheel tightens the closer he gets to your apartment. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, it’s just dinner with a friend.” Parking in front of your building, Mare turns off the car and sinks in his seat. “Yeah, a friend you have feelings for.” 

Sighing, he sits upright again, taking out his phone to let you know he’s there.

Leaning his head against the window, he lets his mind drift off for a moment. Thoughts start to race as he starts to forget his surroundings. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, thoughts of everything that could go wrong keep popping up, making him feel more anxious by the second.

Hearing tapping on the passenger window, Mare jumps, getting startled till he sees you waving and smiling at him when you get his attention. Unlocking the door, he smiles back when you climb into the passenger side. “Hey! Ready to go?”

Closing the car door, you put on your seatbelt, still smiling at him. “Yup! I’m honestly starving, I wasn’t able to eat a full lunch since I forgot I had a meeting with my professor today.”

Starting the car, Mare carefully pulls out of the parking spot. “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, everything is fine! Just going through the lessons again since finals are coming up and I just didn’t understand a few things.”

Mare nods in response, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. “You can listen to whatever you want. Also, I was thinking we could just pick up the food and take it to the park nearby. What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me! I’m glad it’s still kind of warm out around this time.” Scrolling through your phone, you decide to put your playlist on shuffle for the rest of the drive.

After picking up the food, you two arrive at the nearby park. Mare takes the bags of food with him when he gets out of the car. Walking over to your side, he waits for you to get out. 

Double-checking you have everything in your bag, you step out of the car, looking around and closing the door behind you. Mare puts the alarm on his car and hands you the bag with your food. “Hilltop, or by the water?”

“Hilltop, I think it’d be nice to see the sunset today.” You both smile at each other as you make your way up the hill. 

Feeling the breeze pass by makes Mare feel a bit calmer about the situation. He was starting to feel like things would be okay, even if it doesn’t go the way he hopes it will.

Reaching the top of the hill, you set the food down on one of the picnic tables. Taking a seat, you two immediately dig into your dinner. If Mare was honest, he’d also confess that he was starving from not eating all day since he was feeling anxious up until this moment.

Finishing up your meals, Mare asks how it went when you met up with your parents the night before. You tell him everything, making him laugh over a joke your dad told your mom. Things were just like how they always are between you two, full of laughs and great stories to tell. 

Mare offers to throw away the trash while you go sit on the grass facing the sunset. He smiles softly as he makes himself comfortable sitting next to you.

Feeling the sun hitting his face as he closes his eyes, Mare takes a deep breath in. The nervous feeling slowly starts to build up again, but he pushes it aside as he looks over at you. “Hey, (Y/n)?”

Humming in response, you smile when you turn to look at him. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Mare glances down at the grass, realizing he’s been picking at it. Quickly brushing off the few blades of grass from his palm, he looks back up at you. “Uh, well, I wanna tell you something, and you don’t really have to reply to it or anything, but I’ve just been thinking about us. How we’ve been friends for most of our lives.” Mare’s cheeks start to turn a light pink and he’s too busy rambling to see yours are too.

“I treasure our friendship. You know I love hanging out with you and everything, but I can’t stop thinking about being something more.” Nervously, Mare bites the inside of his cheek as he lets out everything he wants to say. “You have no idea how much I’d love to take you out on dates, to cuddle up with you on cold nights, to be the person you’re always happy and feel safe to be around. (Y/n), I love you. So much.”

Gently, you raise your hand to his face and wipe away a few tears falling down his cheeks. “You’re always so sweet, Mare. I always liked that about you. Well, there’s a lot of other things I like about you too.” Giggling, you lean in and kiss his cheek, seeing him start to smile again. “To be honest, I’ve also been feeling the same way, but was afraid of ruining the friendship we have. I was fine with the idea of us just staying friends because that was enough for me.”

Mare holds one of your hands in his while rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Laughing to himself, he grins, gently squeezing your hand. “So, does that mean you’ll say yes to a date this weekend?”

“Of course! I‘d love that!”

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[yacoka]

FIFTY FIRST DATES, AND THE FIRST REAL ONE

──⊱ for my one and only, wee to my woo, love of my life — @doughnuts-5ever

pairing — kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre — angst but it ends very fluffily i swear on my doggie socks

beta(s) — @sugasugawarau @taiyaki 

kisses — hello i am,,, not back,, but here's a little thing that i did for my cow and it might as well be a valentine's day fic bc why not xoxo see y'all in a few days (psps sorry to everyone to has messaged me on discord or here or anything, i haven't been on tumblr or discord in a bit i'll be back sOON)

You sat at the dinner table, staring down at the meal laid out before you. It was by far the best thing you had ever tasted, and yet, it was bland. So, so bland and bitter, that you hated it. Nevermind that it was your favorite dish made by your mother the other day, nevermind that you always loved it better as leftovers. It tasted bland and bitter, and you couldn’t help but wish what he was eating tonight was too.

It was pathetically selfish of you - you knew. But how could you not feel that way when the man you loved was out on a date with some stranger he met on the internet? He had left the house in a burgundy button up that looked like it was made for him, paired with black slacks that made him look like it should be illegal for him to be out in the streets without a warning sign.

It was his first attempt at online dating after having miserably failed at picking up girls from school. And now here he was, out with some chick with a name you could barely pronounce, and the stereotypical description of her bubbly personality that loved nature and volunteered at the animal shelter. Oh, and lets not forget, she’s a gemini!

You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into the now cold dish. Stupid boy, with his stupid date, with that stupid red shirt, and with his stupid personality.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what you were for falling in love with a boy who never saw you for more than another pity project, the pathetic little thing that needed friends but never had any guts to make one until he came along.

You picked up the container of food and stalked over to the bin, dropping its contents into it. You weren’t going to eat it anyways, especially not after how you had  massacred it.

After you left the dirty container in the sink, you flopped onto the couch, sighing heavily as you sank into the worn sofa. It smelled like Kuroo’s body soap, though from the amount of time he’s spent lying on this couch, it was to be expected.

You leaned forward, hand outstretched for the remote. Just a little further, a little more-

The door slammed open and you lurched forward, landing on the ground with a thud.

“It was horrible. She came into the restaurant and she looked amazing, but then we started talking and oh god, I don’t think I can be with someone who thinks that only the rich should be allowed to do whatever they want just because they’re rich.”

“Well hello to you too, Kuroo,” you grumbled from your spot on the floor, flipping yourself over to face the ceiling.

He jumped over the sofa arm, landing perfectly on it like he always does.

“I mean, how can I accept that? That’s just morally wrong and if her basic morals are wrong, what about other more important things? I walked out right after that, that doesn’t make me an asshole right?” His head popped out, brown eyes staring down at you. The cologne he wore tonight drifted down, washing over you and clouding your mind with its deliciously warm and thick and-

“I mean I did pay for the meal before I left,” he mutters, dropping his head onto the cushion, voice muffled slightly by it. “So it counters the fact that I left, right?”

The sigh that begs to pull its way out is caught by you, stuffed into the depths of your stomach in exchange for a soft pat on his head and words you know he wants to hear.

“No, you’re not an asshole. Maybe that was an asshole move, but that doesn’t make you one. Besides, her lack of a moral compass cancels out any asshole you might’ve been.” You combed through his hair, drawing it out of the careful style he had forced his bed head into. “This hairstyle though? It makes you look like an extreme asshole.”

Kuroo scoffed indignantly and his head popped back over the edge once more, brown eyes glaring at you. “I worked hard on this!”

“Doesn’t make you look any less of an ass.”

“The date was incredible.” He sighed dreamily, leaning against the counter with his chin in his hand. The temptation to throw your fork at him increased, and it took every sane cell in your body to set it down on the table instead, albeit rougher than you intended.

If Kuroo noticed your intensity, he didn’t mention it, instead continuing on to sigh and gush about the wonderful date he had last night with this amazing woman at this delicious place.

For someone who was incredibly perceptive, he could be incredibly dense as well. You wonder at his obliviousness to your feelings, to the poorly concealed hurt that peeked through in every little move of your body.

All you wanted to do was scream at him, to wake up, open his eyes, and see you.

You, who had been there since the beginning, who had watched him grow from the shy, introverted kid to this cunning, charismatic man who excelled and went beyond what had been expected of him. You, who had seen him at his worst, and still stayed, patching him up and helping him to his feet. You, who knew who he was to the core, every detail, every fact about him.

But it seemed he didn’t know you as well.

“That’s great,” you interrupt him. He glanced at you, surprised by your abruptness. “I gotta go get some work done, I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.”

“Wait, did I do something wrong?” He called after your retreating back. “Hey, I’m sorry if I pissed you off.”

“No, it’s nothing!” You slammed the door shut, slumping against it. God, you were a fool to have fallen for an idiot. Dashing away the burning tears that slip down your cheeks, you gathered just enough strength to crawl beneath onto your bed and beneath the covers.

The cat plushie he got you a long time ago sits at the bottom of your bed, staring at you. You glared at it, before giving in and grabbing it, tucking it into your chest. Stupid Kuroo with his stupid face and this stupid cat. You hate him so much.

(No, you don’t, you really don’t. And it hurts so much more to know that.)

You’re back here once more, glaring daggers at the clock. The slow ticking of the hands pisses you off, every second gone is a second more Kuroo’s out there, with another girl, on another date. With the number of bad first dates he’s gone one, you’d think he’d give up. But no, this man was persistent, and he wanted to “experience life!”

Well, he was going to experience death soon if he didn’t come back home soon. Your vigil continued, all the way till three am where you gave up and went to bed, your exhaustion outweighing your annoyance and worry. He’s a grown man, there was no need to worry about him.

Honestly, you didn’t know how you got here. To this suffocating silence that rested upon your chest, pinning you down as you listened to the sounds of cars rushing past and the occasional laughter that seeped through the walls. To where you spent your nights alone in your shared apartment, waiting for Kuroo to come home from yet another date. Like some married person waiting on their cheating husband, you smiled bitterly at the ceiling.

Only you weren’t married to him, and you certainly weren't his anything.

If only you were less of a fool, you might’ve moved on long ago. Maybe you might have even found someone who might be just as in love with you as you were with them. You might have already been in a happy relationship, going out on dates, spending your nights with them, being loved. But you were a fool, a fool in love with another fool.

So you continued to lie there, the infinite weight of your one-sided love pressing you into the ground, holding you prisoner to Kuroo Tetsurou.

“Hey, do you wanna go get dinner?” Kuroo called out. “There’s nothing left in the fridge, maybe we could get groceries after.”

You ignored him, focusing on the dimly lit screen of your phone. There hadn't been a proper conversation with him in a while, and you were content to leave it that way if only it meant you didn’t have to hear about his dates with those seemingly perfect women and their seemingly perfect food.

Kuroo called out once more, and you burrowed beneath the blanket, curling up into a ball.

No, you did not want to get dinner with the man you’re so desperately in love with it almost hurts to even breathe in his presence.

The door creaked open, and you could see his shadow stretch out across your bedroom floor, casting its shape upon your walls. It took everything in you to tear your eyes away from it and back onto your phone, though it lingered in your peripheral, taunting you with the way it twisted and leaned closer to you, the scent of his cologne growing stronger by the second, until it almost felt like he wa-

“Why are you ignoring me?” Kuroo whined into your ear as he draped his body over yours, strands of inky hair tickling your cheek.

“Ku-roo-” you gasped out, fighting to twist your body out from under him. “Can’t- bre-breathe.”

He groaned into your ear, dropping even more pressure down. “Don’t care, you ignored me.” He sulked as he burrowed his head into the crook of your neck.

A blind kick to his legs has him flopping off you, spread eagle on your too tiny bed.

“You’re too heavy to be pulling this crap,” you snapped at him.

“And you’re too old to be ignoring me when something’s wrong,” he shot back just as fast, and you were left stunned. To be fair, you should have expected it, Kuroo being one of the most perceptive people you’ve ever met.

(Not perceptive enough to see the deep feelings you harbored for him though.)

“So what’s wrong?”

‘Everything,’ you wanted to scream. ‘You, those stupid dates, my feelings, every god damned thing on earth.’

Instead, what came out was: “I’m just stressed. Work, you know?” You shot him an unconvincing smile.

Kuroo frowned, his lips pinching as he stared at you. He knew better than to push you though, and settled with a curt nod, a forced smile slipping onto his face. “So…. dinner?”

You sighed in exasperation, and let him yank you up and out of bed. The way his stiff smile melted into an easy, fond one was enough to wash away your hesitance, and temporarily dam up the river of doubts that threatened to drown you.

Just for tonight, you’ll enjoy his presence, before he gets caught up in another’s embrace.

(You let yourself get swept up in him again, chasing after the ebb of his warmth when his encompassing presence surges away from you. But you find that you don’t really mind drowning in him, not when the peak of the surf reveals such beautiful sights in the form of lazy smirks and sly hazel eyes.)

It’s another failed date that sends him home in a fitted suit, one that you had turned your nose up at. Kuroo doesn’t understand what’s going wrong, why he never felt like the date was right. The people he had gone on dates with were nothing short of amazing, with the exception of a few. But they just lacked… something. And so he always leaves them with a grateful goodbye and an apologetic smile, returning home to the apartment he shared with you alone.

He’s spent nights and days trying to convince himself that they were an ideal candidate to date, listing out their positive notes to you, and somehow he can’t seem to find the thing that made him just click with them. It’s bordering on frustrating, really, and Kuroo is more than ready to relieve some of the building tension in his body by hanging out with you.

His entrance home is muffled by the sounds of music blasting through the apartment, and it’s a wonder the neighbours haven’t complained yet. He’s about to call out for you as he drops keys on the coffee table, one hand loosening his tie when he catches sight of you dancing in the kitchen.

And everything clicks in place.

It’s a stunning clarity that leaves him reeling, and he wonders how he could have missed it in the first place. It’s a simple truth: Kuroo Tetsurou was completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with you. And it only took him fifty bad first dates to realize that the only person he wanted to go on a date with was you.

Objectively speaking, you look like a complete mess, but to him, the sight of you twirling around in sock clad feet in an oversized shirt with a lame chemistry joke printed across it was infinitely better than any of the people he had gone on dates with. You’re absolutely perfect to him, yelling out lyrics to a song that’s blasting at full volume from the living room.

There isn’t a moment’s hesitation as he surges forward, a force tugging him to you. And like just like two opposing magnets, you spin around just in time for him to collide into you, his head hazy as his mouth crashes down upon yours.

You taste of leftover pizza and something sweet, and he thinks it might be the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. The shocked gasp that escapes you is swallowed by Kuroo as he deepens the kiss, arms winding around you to pull you impossibly closer. And he isn’t sure why he’s so surprised when you reciprocate the kiss, melting into him as your hands grip the lapels of his blazer.

It feels like an eternity spent wrapped around each other, the beat of the music matching the rhythm of your hearts, and the warmth of each other.

Kuroo pulls away first, only because rationality comes sinking back into his muddled brain, and there’s a brief moment of panic when he stares down at your flushed face, lips swollen from his sudden attack. But the absolute relief and love in your eyes has him calming down, and the soft peck you deliver next settles those doubts.

“It’s been you all this while,” his voice cracks, and he winces. “You’re my best friend, and I’m in love with you.”

The smile that breaks out across your face is everything he’s been looking for, and he feels like a fool for being so blind. You’re everything he’s wanted, and everything he’s needed.

“I’m in love with you.” He repeats louder, an incredulous laugh bubbling out of him. “I’m in love with you!”

“I’m in love with you too!” You yell back, and in his excitement, he can’t help but twirl you around, and you burst into giggles. There isn’t a better sound in the world than this, he thinks.

“Be mine.” He catches you by the shoulders, face alight with adoration.

“I’ve been yours for a long time now.” Your answer fills him with a rush of delight and guilt, and he’s ready to spill apologies and promises to make it up to you when you yank on his tie hard, pulling him into another kiss. Every unspoken word, every drop of emotion that has ever begged to be exchanged between you two is said with a simple kiss.

Kuroo thanks the heavens for you, for blessing his life with someone who is more than he deserves. The weight of you in his arms is a comforting pressure, and there he has his last first date, at the beginning of a new chapter in the story of him and you, eating leftovers and dancing to songs of your childhood.

He’s in love with you, and you are with him too.

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 17 of don’t read the last page is here!

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[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

At first, she thought it was a burst of lightning that shone through the windows, waking her, but then she realized it was headlights. She sat up a little in the chair, feeling her heart begin to pick up speed, but still, it wasn’t quite fear that she felt. When the door opened, for a moment he just stood there, his eyes locked on hers, and she realized that though she wasn’t, he was afraid.

chapter 17: repair

Part of her wondered if she should be afraid.

This was the sort of thing people did when they were done with you, when they had had enough of you not being enough, or maybe too much, or maybe the right amount but not the right kind, not what they were looking for, and she had a feeling maybe she had been a little bit of all three of those for the last few weeks-- but still, somehow she wasn’t frightened.

She certainly wasn’t happy, though, that much was certain. She had seen the wild look in his eyes, and it had made her heart ache, and she was disappointed that he hadn’t even said hello, and more than that she was disappointed in herself for being the reason for all of this. And there was anger, too, an anger that had been building in her every time someone asked about Hans or Sam called her in for a meeting or a shoot went over, because each stupid little thing chipped away more and more at the precious time she had with Kristoff.

But her heart didn’t pound like it would have a few months ago; her mind didn’t race through thoughts like it had when he’d said he didn’t think living together was a good idea; her breathing was steady and even; all she could think was I hope I’m still awake when he gets back.

And there it was, all at once, and she didn’t know how she hadn’t realized it before. Somehow she couldn’t recall the last time she had doubted him when he told her he loved her, or the last time she had wondered when he would realize she wasn’t what he wanted. Kristoff loved her, and he meant it, meant to stay with her as long as he could, and she loved him the same, and there was no longer any part of her that believed he wouldn’t come home to her when he was ready.

She busied herself in the kitchen, washing dishes that had sat for longer than either of them would like to admit, straightening the cabinets they had put into order together this time, at three in the afternoon instead of the morning. And then she showered, using his soap because she knew he still loved to smell it on her skin just as much as he had the first time, and she got dressed in his old, worn sweatpants and t-shirt she’d “borrowed” the first time they spent the night at his parents’ house. And she brought the blanket she had given him for Christmas back into the living room, and she fluffed the pillows on the sofa, the one they’d ended up bringing from his old apartment after all, and then she sat in the recliner they had bought for whenever Sven visited and promised to leave untouched for him, and she curled up under the blanket and waited. She meant to stay awake, but it started to rain after a while, and the sound of it pounding in a steady thrum against the roof and the warmth of the blanket around her shoulders, heavy enough that she could close her eyes and pretend it was him, at last lulled her to sleep.

At first, she thought it was a burst of lightning that shone through the windows, waking her, but then she realized it was headlights. She sat up a little in the chair, feeling her heart begin to pick up speed, but still, it wasn’t quite fear that she felt. When the door opened, for a moment he just stood there, his eyes locked on hers, and she realized that though she wasn’t, he was afraid.

Neither of them spoke. He shut the door, slid off his shoes, set down his keys, and then he turned to look at her again, and suddenly he was stumbling over and kneeling in front of her, leaning forward to cross his arms over her lap and bury his face there.

Surprised, she ran her fingers through his rain-dampened hair, hoping it might do something to soothe him. “It’s alright, baby,” she said quietly. “You’re alright.”

He turned his head just enough to look at her, his eyes pained. “I’m so sorry, Anna, I just-- it’s not you, it was just too much, and I--”

“Kris, it’s okay,” she reassured him, stroking his hair back from his temple. 

He took a shuddering breath. “God, I just...I don’t want you to think I want to leave or something, because it’s-- it’s-- fuck, Anna, it’s the opposite.”

“I know.”

“I’m an idiot, this is just like Thanksgiving again, and I’m so--”

“Kristoff.”

He grew silent, closing his eyes as if he were too ashamed to meet her gaze. She set her hand on his cheek and held it there, letting her thumb caress his cheekbone. “We have a lot to talk about. And we’re going to fix this, I promise. But right now, I think you and I both need to sleep.”

“I know, I’m sorry I--”

“Kristoff. Look at me.”

He sat up reluctantly, still kneeling before her. She had never seen him look so tired, not even when he’d been working so much on top of going to school that fall, and realizing that hurt far worse than the way he had stormed out tonight.

“I love you,” she said firmly, “and I know you love me back. And I meant it when I told you you were it for me, and I know you meant it, too. And as long as we know that...we can figure out the rest, okay? And I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done that made you feel like this, and I want you to tell me the truth about-- about everything, and then I’ll do whatever I can to fix it, but right now, I just want you to get some rest. Can you do that for me?”

He took a deep, shuddering breath. “How can you just...forgive me?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Kris,” she insisted. “You got upset and needed some space. That’s perfectly fine.”

“But I just-- and I didn’t--”

“Tomorrow, baby. I promise. After we’ve both gotten some sleep so we can think straight.”

He sighed. “I just...I don’t know. I always heard people say ‘don’t go to bed angry’.”

“Are you angry?”

“No. Just...sad.”

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Me too.”

At that he finally rose, holding out a hand to help her up. She took it gratefully and brought the blanket with her as he led her to the bedroom. Wordlessly, she handed him his sweatpants as he undressed before she climbed into bed. He slid in beside her and just watched her for a moment, so hesitant it somehow deepened the already aching hole in her chest.

“Come here,” she murmured, nestling close to him and draping one arm over his waist. “Let me hold you.”

He pulled her close to him, turning to bury his nose in her hair. She let her eyes flutter shut, memorizing the way his warmth seemed to surround her, to shelter her, and she wished she had done a better job of making him feel the same way. Starting now, she told herself, you’re going to do better.

 “I love you. More than anything,” he whispered, and for the first time that night, she smiled.

“Love you to infinity.”

“Love you more than that,” he mumbled, the words blurring together.

She tilted her head to kiss the corner of his jaw. “Sweet dreams, Kris.”

The only response was his arms tightening around her waist as he slid into sleep.

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Anna woke up feeling well-rested for the first time in months. They had barely shifted in the night; Kristoff’s hands were still pressed over her shoulder blades, and her cheek was still pressed against his chest. She yawned, sleepily nuzzling her nose over his skin, and felt him stir next to her.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice still rumbly with sleep, and she slid up to rest her

head beside his on the pillow.  

“How do you feel?” she asked, brushing his rumpled hair out of his eyes.

“Like I can think straight again. Even though I just woke up. And like I love you.”

She laughed. “I hope you feel like that all the time. I know I do.”

He kissed her then, his lips soft and slow, and a certain peacefulness settled throughout her that she had only ever felt with him. When he pulled back, she sighed, contented, and cupped his cheek with her hand. 

“I’m sorry again about last night,” he said, sorrow creeping into his eyes. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“No, it’s okay. You had every right to be upset. I’m sorry I missed our date, and that I’ve just been coming home too tired to even talk to you. I-- I miss this a lot, Kris, just...us being us.”

“Me, too.”

She bit her lip, gathering her courage, and then asked, “Tell me the truth. About everything, please, just...you were so upset. Please tell me what’s bothering you.”

A little crease appeared between his eyebrows. “I don’t want to stress you out more. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“But I want to know,” Anna said softly. “I mean, I knew everything with Hans was bothering you, and that you were worried about me, but I didn’t know it was this bad. And I want to know stuff like that. If something’s weighing you down, I want to fix it if I can. And if I can’t...well, then I’m still here to make sure you don’t have to carry it alone.”

He was silent for a moment; as she had spoken, the sadness in his eyes had shifted into wonder. He raised his fingers to her hair, brushing it back behind her ear, and kept his fingers moving, stroking her hair so gently she could have cried. Instead, she gave him a little smile.

“I never thought,” he said, “that anything could be this...good. That there was something in the world that wouldn’t go wrong somehow.”

She kissed him again and felt him smile against her. “I feel the same way. And it’s gonna be okay, Kris, but I still need to know what’s wrong”

He sighed. “I’m not very good at explaining stuff like this, Anna, I...I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just me.”

“Nothing is ever just you,” he muttered, and then he grew quiet for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, his hand slowing in her hair. “I guess I just...more than anything, I miss you. Like, even though we live together, I never get to see you. And that’s for good reasons, I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Me, too. I hate that when I’m home, I’m still so tired. I don’t even know how your clinicals are going because I’ve been gone so much.”

He laughed softly. “They’re good. Lots of puppies and kittens.”

“Wish I could come visit. I want to see you just covered in a pile of puppies. But anyway, just missing me-- that’s not all it was, was it?”

“No. It’s that...I don’t know. God, I know you’re not doing anything to encourage it, but there’s just so much out there about you and Hans anyway, and I know you’d never, you know…”

He trailed off, swallowing hard, and Anna finished for him. “Cheat on you. God, no, I’d never in a million years. Even if you weren’t the love of my life.”

“I-- am I?”

“Well, obviously. At least I thought it was obvious. That’s what I mean by, y’know, ‘you’re it for me’ and, uh, like half the other things I say to you.”

“No, I-- I know, it’s just...you just...said it.”

“Well...it’s true. And I mean it. And I want to make sure you know it.”

A slow smile spread across his face, brighter than she’d seen since New Year’s Eve. “You wanna get married sometime?”

“Also an obvious yes,” she teased.

“No, I’m serious. I-- okay, so we’re still working out this...whatever, not a fight.”

“A rough patch,” she supplied, and he nodded.

“Yeah, that. Well-- so maybe not right now. But like, soon would be good. If that’s okay with you.”

She couldn’t help but kiss him, her heart leaping in her chest. They both had been wanting this, she knew, but it was the first time they’d actually discussed it so openly. “How are you this romantic and cute and shit when you haven’t even been awake five minutes?”

“Anna, that was probably the least romantic proposal of all time. I’m redoing it later with a ring and everything to make it official.”

“If you insist.”

She kissed him again, more fervently than she had so far that morning, and he responded in kind, his tongue slipping between her lips as he rolled to hover over her, his forearms resting on either side of her shoulders.

Anna swallowed hard. “Was that all?”

“Of the kissing? Fuck, no.”

“No, I meant-- was that all that was bothering you?”

He dipped his head down to kiss her forehead. “No. I just...I worry about you. You’re working so hard. I mean, you literally are hurting yourself, Anna, your wrist is still a little bruised.”

She nodded, her eyes locked on his. There was wanting there, plenty of it, but she could see the anxiety, too, lurking in their brown depths, and wished she hadn’t been ignoring it for so long. “You’re right. And I know you’ve been trying to take care of me. So thank you for that, I haven’t said that enough.”

He leaned back down and kissed her, long and sweet, as his knee slipped between her thighs. “You’re welcome,” he whispered against her mouth, and she tangled her hands in his hair, tugging him closer.

“And I’ll see if I can talk to the director about my schedule,” she murmured between kisses. “And Sam, too, I’ll tell him we need less meetings, and that doing absolutely nothing about Hans isn’t working and that we gotta discourage it, and when that’s done, you and I can do more of- of--”

“Of this?” he asked, his teeth grazing over her earlobe, and she gasped and pressed up against him.

“Yes. And everything-- anything-- just so long as it’s with you, it doesn’t matter to me.”

His mouth moved slowly down the column of her throat as his hand slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing lines over her skin that were slowly driving her crazy. “I love you, Anna.”

“Love you, too,” she said, her own hands reaching down to tug off his sweatpants. “I-- wait, actually, before we do this...one more question.”

“Hmmm?” he mumbled against her collarbone. 

“Do you think we still have time to do our Valentine’s date today? I mean, after I finish packing?”

He lifted his head, his eyes full of surprise and love and contentment, an expression she knew was mirrored on her own face. “Of course, baby, it’s Saturday. I’ve got all day.”

“Good. Thank god no one’s tried to make me schedule any meetings or interviews or anything today, because I have much better things to do.”

“Like what?” he teased, and she answered him by capturing his mouth in a kiss once more.

[silenthillmutual]

One Punch Man, thus far

all Genos/Saitama, unless otherwise specified  (i still have a few on my ‘marked to read later’)

Top 10:

Colourless Saitama and his Years of Training by rironomind, M (fluff, humor, angst, hurt/comfort, adventure, romance, drama) A lonely eggman living in the 21st century finds a cyborg who endeavours to keep him.

Connect Your Heart to Mine by Notsohappycamper, T (fluff) When Genos is left in critical condition and must stay at Dr. Kuseno’s for much longer than he’d like, Saitama is more than happy to stay connected to him.

everybody’s looking for darjeeling by Batman, G (AU) In which Genos takes up a part time job, Saitama is upset by purple aprons with sunflowers on them, and Sonic is a very tired supervillain. (Or, that one coffee shop AU now with 76% more cyborg baristas.)

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH DEMON CYBORG by nicolet, T (humor) Today we will be interviewing Demon Cyborg, 19 year old Hero Genos LIVE! Stay tuned for more!

From, Anonymous: Be my friend? by One_Punch_Chan, T Saitama wants to connect with his younger roommate as if he were any other human the only way he knows how: The power of the anonymous internet.

It’s always the internal stuff by fabulousreaper, T  Here he was, the strongest man in the world, brought to his knees by a fucking cramp.

Knock Knock, I’m Back From Space by Notsohappycamper, T In which Boros lives, learns to find peace with his human rival, and comes over for tea every so often. I.e., in which Boros visits Saitama while Genos is away.

Missed Connections by batneko, T If the person you like doesn’t like you back, the healthy thing to do is move on, right? All Saitama wants to do is help Genos get over that mystery jerk who doesn’t appreciate what he could have had. And all Genos wants to do is get over Saitama, but how can he when he has to see him every day?

One Hundred Contest Entries by batneko, G Genos gets roped into an embarrassing publicity stunt, and no one is happy about it.

You’ll find me where the monsters are by supercrunch, T Genos stares. For a very long time, because he’s standing in the street with one shoe on, fighting a half-naked man who’s threatening to eat his other shoe, and now there’s an actual naked bald man with one raised eyebrow like he can’t even tell Genos is on his way to short-circuiting. “Oh.” (Either this ‘Saitama’ guy has very bad luck, or he genuinely enjoys getting attacked by monsters every week. Genos, for the life of him, can’t tell which.)

the rest!

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Action and Reaction by Astarea (fluff) Saitama has come to terms that he can never confess, but it still hurts.

All The Makeup That MAC Can Make by Sacramental_Wine (hurt/comfort, fluff) “Did he have freckles once? Was he always smoother looking? Did his face always seem to have that plasticine finish? What would Saitama think when he came home to Genos looking…alive for a change?”

Black Is Your Brightest Color by daughterofMyou (fluff, angst) -A Valentine’s Day fanfiction; Saitama and Genos go for a walk in the park, then attempt to cook each other their favourite desserts. Not everything goes as planned.

Brand Loyalty by batneko (AU) Genos encounters a man who looks exactly like Saitama… but with hair.

First Crush by batneko A conversation over dinner about crushes and fandoms.

First-Name Basis by batneko (AU) Genos gave up on finding his soulmate when he gave up his skin. Saitama just isn’t looking.

Gray Matter by batneko (fluff) Some parts aren’t so easy to replace. And the injuries you can’t see can be the most dangerous.

Hands by Bloodsbane Genos asks to use Saitama’s hand as a drawing reference.

Hollow Spaces by twisting_vine_x Saitama hadn’t realized how alone he was until Genos came into his life.

“I’m his husband.” by batneko The obligatory accidental marriage fic.

It’s Cold Without You by your_tomodachi (fluff) Genos is invited to a party organised by the Hero Association on Christmas Eve. He decides to take Saitama along and everyone thinks they’ve come together as a couple. Really, Saitama only came because he heard there’s free food.

Love Bite by batneko (fluff, angst) “Maybe we should stop fooling around.”

Marks on Metal, Dents on Flesh by notsohappycamper (fluff) The boys explore the imperfections of each other’s bodies.

Masks by batneko Superheroes wear masks. Everyone knows that.

Morning Routine by rironomind (fluff) Waking up next to someone who loves you

Mr. Right by OldBeginningNewEnding Flowers in hand, Saitama takes a trip with Genos for a long-overdue introduction. And maybe a request as well.

my love has come along by lowsywriter (fluff, angst, AU) Genos knows himself too well to not notice that his feelings for Saitama are more than friendship, and with graduation looming he is gonna miss his chance to make a move.

never change by determination Saitama doesn’t know how to handle Valentine’s day or his feelings. But he’s learning, and maybe a romantic holiday is all he needed to nudge him in the right direction.

Obliviously by batneko Everyone can see how much Genos cares for Saitama, but can Genos? (No, no he can’t.)

Our Two Dads by aactionjohnny (fluff) A day in the lives of the robo babies.

The Pocket Trials by 8ball (friendship, fluff) Genos apologized at the end of the fight, like he always did when Saitama had to help him stand or gather his parts or just flat out carry what was left of him. But it bothered Saitama that Genos was apologizing for failing to defeat the monster, rather than failing to keep himself unharmed.

R.A.M Sleep by CAPSING “Genos,” Saitama finally speaks, with an uncharacteristic hint of urgency in his voice. “Yes, Sensei?” Genos straightens his back slightly, attentive; he sets his chopsticks down. “This morning, on patrol…” Saitama is clearly struggling. “I –“ There’s a pause.“I wondered what we’d have for dinner.”

Robot Parenting 101 by batneko (fluff) Dr. Kuseno’s latest project is useful, but unconventional.

Soap by 54starr Genos accidentally confessiones his love to Saitama. Now he’s gotta wash his mouth out with soap.

Uncharacteristically nervous by oiltears (fluff) Genos and Saitama go on their first “real” date and Saitama is a small bundle of nerves

unwind by bluestrawberryiii (fluff) Saitama’s had a rough day.

Warm Like the Sun’s Rays by oodlenoodle (hurt/comfort, fluff) Genos and Saitama enjoy a sunset together and share memories from the past while creating a new memory of their own.

Yellow by transtrees “The person I love is so strong it worries me, So show your weakness to me alone! I’ll find you before the stars do, So please come straight home!”

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Blending and Processing by aactionjohnny It’s just a blender.

Blush by SomeplaceToStay Genos can’t blush and Saitama doesn’t know if he’s upset by that.

Breaking the Fourth Wall by nicolet (fluff, crack, humor) Genos reads fanfic. That’s all there is to it.

Breathing Fish to Life by Magisey (fluff, angst, hurt/comfort) A fluffy hurt/comfort fic of getting together, love, and fishies

Condition of Learned Helplessness by Sheepnamedpig (drama, romance, angst, friendship) Genos fights, learns, launders, and loves.

Confessions by AlaianaPotter (fluff) He had not meant to send it. He had not meant to even write it, but sitting there in the morning as Sensei slumbered, it had just been far too tempting

Fraternization by batneko Saitama and Genos learn about a very inconvenient Hero Association rule.

Frustration by icarusforgotten (angst) It’s something so fundamentally human, so unbearably real, that it almost hurts to acknowledge it.

Greed by Sheepnamedpig I get a little bit Genghis Khan./ I don’t want you to get it on/ With nobody else but me.

Hands by Bloodsbane Genos asks to use Saitama’s hand as a drawing reference.

I Didn’t Know What I Needed to Know by The_Button_Harlequin (fluff, angst) Saigenos Week Prompt: Won’t you come home soon?

I Love You by nicolet (fluff) Just a touch, the briefest touch, and yet within it, a world of importance.

Kisses For Me by nicolet (fluff, crack) Genos keeps kissing other Heroes (accidentally), and Saitama is annoyed.

Lazy Day by Notsohappycamper (fluff) Relaxing on the balcony, doing laundry together, eating ice cream, and being in love.

Love doesn’t HAVE to be a many splendored thing, does it? by Ginncide Saitama’s never been an emotional guy, so he figured he wasn’t cut out for romance. He starts to wonder what being in love really is.

Mind Over Matter by yesterday “You want me to teach you how to what?” Saitama asks as they’re clearing up the dishes from tonight’s meal. Genos washes; Saitama gathers up the garbage. Tomorrow is burnable garbage day. Each pot and plate and dish is scoured to sparkling perfection before it goes into the drying rack. “Relax,” Genos says. “Sensei appears to have a lot of experience in the art of doing nothing, and recently Doctor Kuseno suggested that it would be beneficial for me to do the same.” “Doesn’t that guy make robots? They’re not exactly like humans, you know,” Saitama says. “And it’s not like I spend all day lying around the house. I’m a hero, a hero.”

Not Today by Sheepnamedpig (action, drama, romance) There is only one thing we say to death–

One Day (Love and Loss) by SugaSugar (AU, angst) By the time he’s twenty five, Saitama starts to wonder if Genos died before they could meet.

Paper Stars by Variastrix (angst) Saitama folds paper stars as a coping mechanism.

Phantom Warmth by KNACC (fluff) Genos is feeling odd reactions in his barely functional core as Saitama carries his wrecked body away from the Sea King fight.

Practice Makes Perfect by Humanitys_Shortest_Soldier (fluff, angst) Genos takes a lesson from Saitama a little too seriously, and Saitama is surprisingly okay with the whole thing.

Regret by Lazzuli (fluff, angst) Everyone has discussions, everyone fights. Even teachers and disciples.

Search Your Feelings by Chokopoppo (fluff) Saitama can’t believe Genos hasn’t ever seen Star Wars. Genos can’t believe Saitama thinks R2-D2 is the best robot.

Separation Anxiety by NanakiBH (drama, angst) Everything can be broken; something the strong forget.

Shift by Duskglass They’re both pretty bad at dealing with change, and Saitama just wants to avoid trouble. It sort of backfires.

Simplicity by rubyfiamma (fluff) Genos kisses Saitama, Saitama wonders what in the fuck

Sleeping Cycles by LennyFace (fluff, friendship) Genos can’t help but notice many details about his master, small things he observes from their routine and includes in his housework to facilitate his life.

So much time to waste by seiji Two heroes walk into a bar. The waitstaff survive, mostly.

synthetic by cyaneyed He tastes faintly of metal.

Twelve to Four by lightning027 (fluff) [[Or a story where Saitama makes a list, Genos buys a throw pillow, and they both sort of overheat]]

why isn’t he getting paid for all the merchandise though?  There was a line between admiration and obsession and Saitama was pretty sure Genos was starting to cross it.

you’re digging graves into your skin (mark the headstones with my name) by rironomind (romance) Genos is self-destructive, Saitama is insensitive and Dr Kuseno is long-suffering.

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All I Have to Give by needchocolatenow (fluff) Genos is in love with Saitama.

And so the Universe Cackled in Glee by I_dont_know_man (humor) Inspired by bleepbloop6969’s Ecchi AU: “Where everything is the same, except Genos keeps getting thrown into perverted positions with Saitama.”

First Aid by Zemmiphobia (fluff) Watching Genos prep for repairs gives Saitama a sudden realization, sparking Genos’ own revelation.

Friction by Usuishi (PWP) There were far too many times where they ended up in situations in that Saitama really couldn’t find the source of. They always ended up in erotic circumstances somehow, whether it was Genos or himself that initiated them. It didn’t matter where they were by this point. It didn’t matter one bit.

A Happy Accident by paperficwriter Genos discovers that Saitama is very, very sensitive to certain touches, and he decides to experiment.

A Hot Bath and a Hot Pot by aactionjohnny (fluff, smut) Or, “what the OVA didn’t show us.”

I Want You To Want Me by One_Punch_Chan Genos gets a super obsessive fan who keeps harassing him for dates etc. and the only way to get them to leave him alone is for Saitama to fake being his boyfriend.

Jupiter Has Seven Moons by Chokopoppo (PWP) Nothing like a cool robot boyfriend with weird sexual modules to make you appreciate the modern age of technology, and no time like the present to figure out how to use that.

Nightmare by batneko Saitama has a dream that shakes him, and some reassurance is in order.

Nobody Got Me Feeling This Way by Sacramental_Wine “Normally, he felt hard around the edges, something immobile and sturdy. But the music hollowed him out, making him fluid, floating, dancing along with a general ease that came from not seeing himself.” Genos discovers what it is to love the body he’s been given.

Repairs by shaunhastings2012 Genos needs to fix some of his wiring after a battle. It should’ve been a simple repair, but it wasn’t going quite the way he’d expected. However, Genos didn’t exactly mind what happened.

Self-Indulgence by EmpanadaDrabblez The alarm clock across the room shone red like those beautiful crimson irises. The blue moonlight through the sheer curtains glowed like the white cables of Genos’ neck when they were kissed. The small fan at his feet droned quietly like the overworked hum of Genos’ cooling system.

Sensory by Duskglass Genos needs some minor repairs after a fight, and is positive he can handle them on his own. It’s a little harder than he anticipated.

So Very Loved by lilith_swbf Saitama made him feel like he was his most precious treasure.

Untitled. by DesInDisguise (fluff) Gentle lovemaking was all that he could ask for. To be shown adoration, love. To be pulled away from their lives for only a moment, no remembrance of how he was a machine made for death. How nice it was to forget, or pretend that he was human for those moments. To be loved and cherished much like anyone else, for Saitama to kiss him without hesitation, giving him no time to apologise for being too stiff, too awkward, too fake.

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Add-On by NyxMidnight Genos is a cyborg. Adding a bodypart is nothing to him.

Apartment-warming by Akumeoi (smut, romance) Saitama finally moves out of the Hero Association HQ and goes back to Z-City with Genos. They do some housewarming. (Translation: 2K smut)

Appreciation by EmpanadaDrabblez (AU, PWP) “You know I appreciate you, don’t you?” The question was easier to let out than Saitama expected, but it was the silence that answered him which made him anxious.

The Apron by Bloodsbane (angst, fluff) Shit. The word buzzed around Saitama’s skull like a mosquito, one he truly had no chance of squashing between his fingers. Shit, he thought, observing his disciple/roommate/best friend as he scrubbed furiously at a spot on the floor with a rag. He was on his knees, bent forward slightly, putting all his weight into removing an ugly soy sauce stain. The straps of the apron fell as if to purposefully frame his ass. Fucking shit.

Bathtime Bubbles Baby by Darke_Eco_Freak Saitama would really hate to burst them.

Beta Testing by Croik Taken from an anon prompt on tumblr: “Masochistic Genos who knows Saitama is going too far w/o realizing it while they’re banging.”

Blackout by Lindserton (fluff, smut) A storm is approaching and Saitama doesn’t seem concerned about it one bit.

Blooming Season by oodlenoodle It’s springtime and Saitama decides to visit Genos.

Break Me Open by spunlikesugar Genos ends up with his fair share of dents the first time he has sex with Saitama…and the second time. And many times after that.

Crime and Punishment by spunlikesugar (humor, smut) Genos uses a new tactic to get Saitama to attend a wedding with him. It backfires. Or not. Depends on how you look at it.

Egging Him On by banana-babies Genos and Saitama end up at King’s house with some sake and a lot of sexual tension. King ends up having a very bad time.

Evening Interlude by SweetAvidyaJones (angst) I have been thinking a lot lately about Genos fucking Saitama and I couldn’t stop so I wrote this.

Eyes (Only For You) by 8bitcyborg (smut) «That’s when he decided that it didn’t really matter. His heart told him it didn’t matter. Genos wanted him, and he wanted Genos. The reckless but still so perfect and loving cyborg, who could have anyone in the world, possibly the universe, but only had eyes for him.»

Full Color by NanakiBH Ever since Genos appeared, something began to change.

From a Cyborg’s Mouth by Emery (fluff, smut) Genos is much, much too polite, and Saitama decides that he’s had enough of it–especially when he knows that the cyborg talking dirty will get him off.

Frozen Sunlight by Aetherdrive Humanity is the best gift you can give to someone that has transcended it.

Hard Edges by Ixxen (smut) For the rest of the day there’s a peaceful lilt in Genos’ step that Saitama hasn’t seen for longer than he liked to think, and makes sure to let the blond catch him staring. Each time is a discovery, and the specimen is a smile outlined in vivid red; perfect, entrancing, and capable of skipping a step in Saitama’s otherwise perfect heartbeat. After that, he pays attention.

Phantom Limb by batneko Genos doesn’t have a penis, but accidentally discovers his brain can make do.

Pointless by CheekyKichi (PWP) Genos is very cheeky and Saitama doesn’t let him get away with it, even if they’re at a very important wedding.

The Quality of Being Hard by NyxMidnight A misunderstanding leads to good time, or “You just had to say so, Master”.

Reconsider by SpringTide “So, uh, Genos. Do you…have a thing for me?” Time stood still in the room. This was the absolute worst case scenario. Genos weighed his options while carefully maintaining a poker face. Saitama just kept staring at him with a blank, unreadable expression. “That’s. An abrupt question, sensei.” It wasn’t abrupt. Genos had lived there for months and fallen hard and fast. It was shocking it took this long for something to come up.

Stamina by toastycyborg (PWP) A drabble for Tumblr user sai-pop, based on an anonymous ask: “OVERSTIMULATED GENOS AND A SAI THAT CANT STOP BC HE HAS A SCARY AMOUNT OF STAMINA”

Through Different Eyes by NanakiBH (drama, hurt/comfort) For the first time, he wanted to know more.

Yellow by aactionjohnny Genos buys Saitama a gift. Well, really, it’s for both of them.

Yes, Master by Astarea Genos is very upset and Saitama is having none of that.

NR

Always Gold by OldeShoestring (AU, fluff, humor) Genos lost a bet and the result isn’t as quite as he expects it to be.

Good Boy by doobler (PWP) Saitama wants Genos to want him to want to be praised. Right?

Head Full Of Nothing by hopelesswanderlust (angst) Sweet Mask makes him write a list about what it means to be human.

His Biggest Fan by Orihander (fluff) Genos just wants his sensei to be happy

I Know Your Face by paperficwriter Sonic finds Saitama, but something about him keeps him at an uncharacteristic distance.

Lazy Mornings (PWP) Saitama appreciates staying in bed longer than necessary a lot more than he should. Especially if there is someone else with him. Someone who doesn’t mind being ground against.

The Meaning of Flowers by paperficwriter (+ Metal Bat/Garou; fluff) A collection of drabbles based around flowers and their many meanings.

So Many Colors by OldeShoestring (fluff) Genos deals, listens and loves. Not necessarily in that order but he does all of them anyway.

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New in town (Jim Hopper x Reader) -Part 3-

Pairings: Jim Hopper x female!reader

Warnings: Abusive Ex, Mention of abuse in the past, Language.

Type: Fluff and more fluff, with a slice of domestic!Hopper

Word count: 2,000+

Read the other parts here: Part one, Part two.

Long-time no Hopper, I know! College started and my brain and hands have been mostly on coding, but I cannot neglect the man who has kept me going and writing this has been a really nice mental break! I appreciate all the feedback I’ve gotten on this fic, It continues to shock me on all the love from you guys, so thank you so much.

Dropping your heavy backpack down by the door when you walk in, you huff out a sign and stretch your tired back. Hoppers cabin was a lot deeper into the woods then you initially thought and you spent a good amount of time tripping over the uneven forest path to get to the porch, You thought it was perfect, though a little dirty and dusty, potato chip bags and beer cans everywhere, it had a charm to it you couldn't quite place exactly.

Hopper dropped the rest of your luggage on the floor next to your backpack, Flo had helped you pack and insisted on giving you sheets, pillows, and she even bought you enough toiletries to probably last you for the rest of your life, so the small number of things you brought from Adams had now tripled by everything Flo thought you might need and you couldn’t help but be warmed to the core by her kindness.

“Alright, I think that’s all of it” Hop stretches out his back after bringing in everything Flo bought you, “I know it’s not much and I’m sorry I didn’t have time to clean up a bit” He goes to pick up the leftovers on the coffee table and tries to casually shove some dirty magazines under the couch, probably hoping you didn’t see him do that, although you can’t help but smile at the large man clumsily cleaning his cabin for you.

“Your rooms right there, you can go unpack if you want” Hopper pointed you towards the small room next to you with a badly painted green door.

“Thank you” You leave the Chief to his cleaning, not wanting to impose on anything else he might want to shove under the couch, smiling to yourself you pick up a couple of bags and push open the old green door that leads to your new room.

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“Lysol? Dish soap? Hell, I’ll even take oven cleaner at this point” Hopper huffed under his breath as he threw open cabinet after cabinet trying to find any cleaning supplies, he had. A beautiful woman is staying in his home and he wanted to make everything as comfortable as possible for her and yet he couldn’t even find a standard household cleaner.

He decided to clean any dust off with a wet kitchen towel and made a mental note to pick up cleaning supplies on his drive home tomorrow.

Hearing you softly hum ‘Takin’ care of business’ that had played on the radio, when you were driving to his cabin; smiling to himself as he finished cleaning the kitchen, he could hear you opening and closing the drawers of the dresser while you unpacked and could only imagine you swaying to the tune in your head.

Having you live with him was definitely going to be a new experience, he hadn't had a woman live with him in years, most women he was around didn’t even stay the night. A warm feeling was brewing in his chest just thinking about his little cabin actually having life in it for the first time in probably decades.

Pushing thoughts back down that Hopper didn’t want to think too hard about, you needed a place to stay and he wasn’t about to ruin whatever relationship you both had with bringing too many emotions into it. 

Tieing the last trash bag and tossing it outside with the others for the time being, Hopper sighed while he looked around his small cabin, it was far from being spotless but it would have to do, for now, hearing you starting to go quiet in your room, presuming you’re close to being done unpacking Hopper decides it’s time to bite the bullet and make something for dinner, he knew you probably would want more than just chips and salsa.

“Shit..” All he had in his fridge was beer and leftovers from a party that Flo held at the office, he doesn't even remember when that party was or what holiday it was for, probably need to throw that out as well, he thought.

Pulling back from the fridge to look over at you, watching you take in the place you’d be staying in, he hoped he cleaned it enough for to make it at least feel comfortable “You cleaned up, it looks nice Hop”

“Thanks. Uh I didn’t have any time to pick groceries up before we got back” Hopper scratches the back of his neck and looks at you sheepishly “So, I don’t know what to make you for dinner”

“That’s okay, let’s see what we have here” Hop watches you move around the kitchen, brows furrowed in concentration, he knows you’re probably wondering just what to make with the little supplies you had, he considers just ordering pizza and hoping it won’t take the delivery guy hours to find his cabin, when you speak up.

“How about spaghetti?” He watches you pull out pasta and a can of tomato sauce, things that Flo probably bought him on one of her health kicks, trying to get him to at least cook himself a meal every once in a while, of course, that never worked but he appreciated Flo’s efforts. “I make really good spaghetti, trust me” 

Hopper couldn’t help but smile as you bounced around his makeshift kitchen, boiling water, setting timers, and measuring pasta. You looked actually at peace, “That sounds great” This wasn’t exactly what he had planned for your dinner date to be when you originally offered to make him pasta, but he damn well wouldn't trade seeing you happily make dinner in his kitchen while you both talked and drank beers together, laughing at some stupid joke he had said.

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“Hopper, I’m back!” You shook off the heavy coat that adorned your shoulders and hung it up on the rack next to Hop’s huge blue one. 

“Hey, how was your day?” You heard him call from the kitchen, walking in there to greet him and noticing he was actually attempting a new recipe for tonight's dinner. You finally got him started on cooking and since then you have both learned he could make a mean meatloaf and now you never ate much else, he found it simple enough and it made leftovers for you both so it was your normal supper, but tonight he was clearly trying to make lasagna, emphasis on the ‘trying’ part.

“It was good, slow for most of it, but me and Joyce had fun” When Joyce found out you were staying with Hopper, she insisted on helping you find work, Melvalds wasn’t hiring at the time but Joyce pulled some strings and got you on part-time at the Kodak booth, which put right in front of where she typically worked. Luckily your hours always coincided so she picked you up in the morning and dropped you off at night.

“Did you stop any bad guys today?” You tried not to ask what the burnt smell was, assuming this was his second attempt at making dinner.

Hopper looked up and smiled at you before returning to his work on the counter “Oh yeah, Mrs. Mayfield’s pomeranian is quite a tough case” His voice got deeper, making you laugh at his faux seriousness “But, I took care of it”

Still smiling at Hoppers silly comment you took to setting the table, although it had only been a little over a month of staying with Hop, you both fell into it like it was normal, he cooked, you washed the dishes, he took out the trash, you cleaned up after meals; it felt really domestic, even though you and Hop were no more than good friends. 

Hopper came in and set the pretty lasagna down on the table, “Well, I’m impressed, it looks edible!” You joked while he cut sizable slices for you both.

“What? You doubted my amazing chef skills?” He faked being offended at your words.

"No, not at all Hop” You both laughed while he cracked open beers for you both.

You didn’t want to ask, but it came up every night, Hopper knew that, so while you picked at the other half of your lasagna and Hop went for seconds, you spoke up “Did anything come in the mail today?” Your voice always sounded like an ashamed kid asking for another cookie and you hated it.

“No, nothing today, I told you it might take a while, especially if they have to track Adam down” Hop always tried to let you down nicely, never wanted to hinder the mood but knowing just how important this was for you.

You nodded at that and started on the rest of your remaining lasagna, it was actually really good and Hop had done a great job on it. “Hey” You looked up at him, he could always tell something was wrong, guess that was what made him such a great police chief.

“You’re safe here, even though you work in town I’m always right down the road, I will never let anything happen to you, okay?” 

“I know that Hop, thank you” You reach out and take his large hand in yours, hoping it conveyed how grateful you were for being here with him even just a little bit.

After dinner, you went to go wash up from the day, while Hop picked out a movie. 

Now you can actually wash your face without wincing from your swollen eye, your face went from a deep purple bruise that faded into yellow that seemed to never go away, but now as you looked at yourself wiping off the remaining water and makeup, you can’t even tell that you looked like a wreck just weeks ago, well over a month ago really.

Hopper reassured you every step of the way that your bruises didn't look “that bad” which you were grateful for, but you knew it looked rough enough for old lady’s to glare at you while you picked up dinner at the grocery store, sometimes you’d forget why they were staring and stare back at them causing an awkward impromptu conversation from the stranger that usually resulted in you mumbling “You should have seen the other guy” under your breath and walking away.

Sighing as you felt the hot water hit you from the shower, you stepped in, remembering that it wouldn’t take long for Hop to find a good movie for you both.

You quickly washed up as you could smell popcorn being made, you laughed at just how well he knew you, how you needed the popcorn to watch a movie even after finishing a large slice of lasagna.

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Hop hummed an old favorite as he melted some butter for the popcorn, hearing the shower shut off he quickly turned the stove off and went to put the VHS in, he knew you were getting sick of his Clint Eastwood movies so he asked the teen at the Family Video store to recommend something so Hop ended up walking out of there with ‘Night of the comet’ It wasn’t something he’d ever watch normally but he knew you’d enjoy it.

Setting the popcorn down on the table with freshly poured butter and salt, he fluffed the pillows on his couch a bit and sat down to wait on you. Everything he did for you made him feel like a teenager again, he always got butterflies in his stomach just thinking about you being happy because of him, although he pushed those feelings down at every turn.

The smell of your favorite shampoo and sleepers shuffling across the old wood floor alerted Hopper to your presence, “What’re we watching tonight?” You jumped onto the cushion next to him.

“Night of the comet, it’s newly out I think you might like it” On the small couch with Hop’s arm being lazily thrown around the back of the cushions, the soft hum of the VHS beginning to play the tape, and a hot  bowl of popcorn on your lap; you could forget all about Adam, the pending restraining order and your slightly uncertain future in Hawkins, at least for the next hour and thirty-five minutes.

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I hope you enjoyed! The movie I picked for them to watch is a 1984 cult classic known as ‘Night of the comet’ If you want, you can watch it here.

I can’t promise when the next part will be out, but since I’m finally starting to settle into College, it probably won’t take as long as this one. Feedback is always appreciated, thank you, everyone. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next one. 

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Blood Moon

Story is inspired by fanart of Goku and Chichi during a Blood Full Moon drawn by @gokuist on her twitter account. Special thanks to @gokuist for permission to write this story based on her fan art.

Summary: On the night of the Super Blood Wolf Moon, Chichi deals with the affects the moon of the lunar eclipse has on her husband. Sexy times and a little smut ahead. 

Keep running!

 Don’t let him find you!

 I need to rest! My legs are gonna give out!

 There! A cave! Hide here!

Chichi ran in the cave. He couldn’t find her here. It wasn’t very deep but it was dark enough she could be hidden from him. The poundings got closer. Everything around her shook. Heart racing, Chichi remained pressed against the wall, wishing she could melt into it. The rocks in the cave shook, the wall in the cave shook. He was getting closer. Chichi held her breath as he came into view.

 Goku in his Oozaru form. Chichi never saw the Great Ape form in Saiyans until tonight. She didn’t expect it to happen! Tonight there was a lunar eclipse where the full moon turned red. Chichi was aware of the changes a Saiyan underwent when looking at the full moon. She enjoyed the affects but tonight was different. Goku saw the blood red moon and changed into a giant ape. He blew off the top of their home and sent Chichi running and screaming in the woods.

 Luckily their sons were away at their grandpa’s but even they should feel the rise in Ki and come to her rescue. She hoped. Chichi kept herself pressed against the cave’s wall as the large foot of Goku in his Oozaru form walked by. Chichi held her breath as his foot stood in front of the cave for a period of time. Chichi prayed it would move on. She hoped in his Great Ape form Goku couldn’t read her Ki.

 Finally, after what felt like hours Goku’s foot left the entrance of the cave. Chichi released the breath she held and slowly walked to the front of the cave. Goku was moving on. She can run from here to a safer place. Before she stepped out, the head of Oozaru Goku appeared at the mouth of the cave. It’s blood red eyes gleam and his mouth turned wicked at the visual of her.

 Chichi screamed and ran back in the cave. She was trapped! Goku was at the mouth of the cave and she was stuck in this cave with no exit! Aware Chichi was trapped, Goku reached his hand inside.

 Chichi shook her head as the giant monkey hand neared her. “No! No!” She screamed as Goku wrapped her body in his giant hand and pulled her out. “Let me go, Goku! Let me go!” Once out of the cave, Goku rose to full height showing Chichi how high above ground she was. “Oh, boy! Don’t let me go! Don’t let me go!”

 Goku opened the palm of his hand. Chichi flushed realizing as she laid in his palm, her legs were spread and her gown had rose over her hips. Chichi stood and pushed down her gown. “Goku, please put me down.”

 Goku didn’t listen. Goku used his a finger from his other hand and ripped her gown off. Chichi gasped as she stood before Goku naked. She covered one arm over her breasts while her other hand covered between her legs.

 “Why did you do that? Now I’m cold. I need clothes, Goku!” Goku wiggled his pinky. Black ropes of satin that were around his pinky slipped to ChiChi’s feet.

 Chichi looked at the bindings and felt a blush run up her cheeks. “We are not doing that! You’re not in your human form!” Goku pushed the ropes closer to her. “No! No, I won’t! You can’t make me.”

 Goku lift his hand up, raising his hand over his head and Chichi higher in the sky. Chichi screamed and grabbed a finger to keep her balance and hopefully not tumble off his hand. “All right! All right! I’ll do it!”

 Goku brought his hand down where it leveled at his chin. His nostrils flared at her, blowing a warm breeze on her. “Okay. Okay.” Chichi griped as she grabbed the bindings. Chichi wrapped the ropes of satin around her neck, her breasts and waist. “I really wish I hadn’t showed you that book.” She frowned at him. “I really don’t know what you’re planning, Goku. You’re too big for me now. Just release me.”

 Goku grabbed the remaining ropes that hung at ChiChi’s feet. He wrapped it around ChiChi’s arms securing her even tighter. He lift Chichi by the ropes dangling her thousands of feet above the ground.

 Chichi screamed, “Ahh! Goku, what are you doing?!! The ropes are thin. I can fall!”

 Chichi noticed Goku wasn’t listening as his mouth opened and he pulled her closer. ‘He’s gonna eat me!’ her mind screamed. “No! Goku! Don’t eat your wife!! I’m not tasty this way!”

 Goku didn’t listen as he stuck out his wet, salivating tongue and licked Chichi between her spread legs.

 Chichi’s eyes widen to the size of saucers as he licked her again. He was eating her but in a different way. Goku’s wet tongue licked her again reaching both her holes. Chichi’s eyes rolled back. Ooh. She shouldn’t be enjoying this but the way his tongue felt….

 “Ahhh…..” Chichi tried to focus. She had to get Goku to stop. Another lick. Oh, that felt good. The tip of his tongue poke inside licking and teasing her nub. “Goku! You were warned about the full moon!” ‘Oh, do that again please!’ “Let me go!” ‘Don’t let me go. Let me come! I’m almost---‘

Chichi’s eyes popped opened. She looked around cautious as she studied the room. She was home. She was in her bedroom. Her eyes closed in relief. It was a dream. No nightmare. Chichi rubbed a hand over her face. What a horrible nightmare!

 She dreamt Goku turned into an Oozaru when he looked at the full moon during a lunar eclipse. He chased her not to eat and kill her but to mate with her.

 What the….

 Chichi could feel it but she slipped a hand to her panties to be sure. She was soaking wet! I was turned on by that dream? Chichi looked behind her. Goku was still sleeping. If Goku woke up and smelled her this way….. She quickly jumped from the bed and dash into the bathroom. She stripped out of her clothes and jumped in the shower never minding the water was cold, causing her body to shiver before it warmed up. She scrubbed her body, soaping herself vigorously between her legs. Her mind was on the dream and the reason she had it.

 Maybe it’s a sign tonight isn’t a good idea. Maybe she should’ve said no to Goku yesterday.

 Chichi was very happy. After seven years, Goku was back home again laughing, bonding and catching up with his precious family he missed over these years. Chichi was happy Gohan could bond with his Dad again; happy Goten could finally know his Daddy. She was just happy to have her husband back and her family whole again.

 The television was on in the background to the morning news as the family ate breakfast. Chichi stood at the sink washing some of the morning dishes when Gohan approached with a handful of his, Goten’s and Goku’s dishes.

 “Stargazers, will have an interesting view for tomorrow night’s lunar eclipse which has been dubbed as a Super Blood Wolf Moon,” the morning news anchor reported as images of a previous lunar eclipse filled the screen. “The full moon tomorrow night is expected to turn a rusty shade of red.”

 Chichi nearly dropped the plates Gohan handed to her. “Are you okay, Mom?”

 “Oh….” Chichi recovered with a false smile. “I’m fine.” She placed the plates in the water. “It almost slipped.”

 “Oh, well, I’m gonna get ready for school.”

 Before Gohan left the room, Goten asked. “Gohan, what’s a Super Blood Wolf Moon?”

 Gohan stood in the doorway and thought for a moment. “Basically, it’s a lunar eclipse during the first full moon of the year. Since it will happen at night, the moon will look red like it’s bleeding.” He shrugged as he left. “I guess it’s interesting to watch.”

 “Oooh,” Goten lit up at the idea of the full moon being red. “Momma, can I stay up late tomorrow night to watch?”

 “It’ll be past your bedtime,” Chichi told her son. “You’ll fall asleep before the eclipse happen. Besides, it’s really boring.”

 “I won’t fall asleep,” Goten protested, “and it doesn’t sound boring.”

 “It’s boring, Goten,” Goku said keeping his eyes on Chichi. “Me and Mommy saw one a few years ago. It made us wanna go to sleep. Remember, Chichi?” It was a little white lie. Goku and Chichi never saw a lunar eclipse together. They saw full moons together but Goku felt he dropped enough hints to Chichi to get his point across.

 Chichi didn’t dare turn around. She knew that deeper tone in Goku’s voice and she knew how he looked when he talked that way. She couldn’t believe how bold he was to speak that way in front of their youngest son!

 “Oh,” Goten sounded disappointed. “I don’t want to see it if it will make me sleepy.”

 Goku laughed. “Maybe Mommy and I will see it tomorrow night. We’ll get some really good sleep if we do.”

 Chichi whipped around to Goku; her cheeks were burning. The way he said sleep wasn’t innocent at all! Thankfully, Goten happily ate his breakfast never noticing the lustful gaze Goku sent Chichi. “Goten, finish your breakfast and get ready for school.”

 “Okay, Momma.”

 Chichi cleared more of the breakfast dishes on the table. “Goku, finish your breakfast and stop talking about sleep.”

 But Goku wouldn’t let the topic go. He made a decision. He and Chichi will see the eclipse tomorrow night. “Goten, how would you and Gohan like to spend tomorrow with Grandpa?”

 Goten looked up from his breakfast. “Oh, is it time for Mommy’s day off?”

 “Mommy’s day off?” Goku repeated perplexed.

 “Once a month, Gohan and I always spend a day at Grandpa’s to give Mommy a day off from taking care of us. We haven’t done that since you came back, Daddy.”

 “Ohhhh,” Goku turned back to Chichi and sent her the most deliciously wicked smile. “Yes, it’s exactly like that except it’ll be Mommy and Daddy’s day off.”

 Goten jumped from his seat. “I’ll tell Gohan so he knows to pack when he gets home tonight.”

 “Go….” Chichi called for her son but Goten was gone, racing to tell Gohan the news. Chichi turned to scold Goku but the look in his eyes as he rose from his seat had Chichi swallowing hard. She stepped back until she was pressed against the sink. “Goku…” she tried to sound angry but the smoldering look Goku sent her melted her anger, “you know you can’t look at the full moon. You know what that does to you. It shifts your personality.”

 Goku placed both hands on the counter. He pressed himself against Chichi. He grinned as she shuddered against him. “You know I’ve gotten control of that. I have for years.”

 “A regular full moon yes but a lunar eclipse? A blood moon lunar eclipse?” Chichi shook her head. “It could affect you differently and it’s not something I wanna test out.”

 Goku rubbed himself against her; her nervousness aroused him. “Why not?”

 Chichi pushed against him, breaking contact. “Stop that,” she scolded him. “Gohan and Goten could walk in on us at any moment.”

 It was true but Goku was feeling playful. How far could they go before the boys came back? Chichi turned her back on him and resumed washing dishes. Goku stayed behind Chichi. He slipped a hand under Chichi’s dress and down the pants of her Cheongsam.

 Chichi gasped as Goku cupped her. “Goku…..ahhh.” He was stroking her. “The boys….”

 He stroke faster. “Answer my question. Maybe I’ll stop.”

 Maybe he’ll stop?! He was holding her hostage! Chichi gripped the counter and bit her lower lip. She tried to resist him but Goku kept caressing, stroking her folds and the sensitive nerve he mastered over the years with his fingers, his tongue and teeth. She was buckling under him. “I know how we….ooooo….used to be when the…. a little more….. the full moon took over you.” she involuntarily rocked against him. “I’m older now.” He pinched her and she bit her tongue. She couldn’t alert her sons. “I can’t do that anymore.”

 Goku chuckled. His wife was silly. “Ah, Chichi, you’re in better shape now. You can do more now than what we did then and we will tomorrow night.” He wasn’t backing away from this. Goku felt the Ki of their sons. They were still in their room but they should be almost done getting ready. He had to hurry. Goku raised his Ki, his hair stood up but it remained black while his eyes changed to teal. His fingers pulsed with energy. He touched Chichi’s sensitive nerve while whispering in her ear. “Now…come.”

 That touch of energy touching her most sensitive area was Chichi’s undoing. She gave in to his command, screaming while releasing herself on his busy hand. Chichi was still dazed while coming down from the high Goku gave her. Her body was not in control as she felt herself became a warm bundle in the crook of Goku’s arms. The sexual fog cleared from her mind as she felt Goku hard against her backside. She tried to breakaway but Goku tightened his hold on her.

 “The boys are coming,” he whispered. “Behave.”

 As predicted, Gohan and Goten entered the room. Chichi noticed Gohan looked puzzled while Goten looked concern.

 “I thought I heard Momma scream,” Goten said.

 Goku chuckled. “I was playing with Mommy.” His hands tickled Chichi’s waist causing her to yelp in response. “See?”

 Goten giggled. “Oh, yeah. Dad is brutal as the tickle monster.”

 Chichi noticed Gohan didn’t appear easily convinced but he was old enough to not say anything. He tugged Goten’s arm. “Come on, Goten. Let’s leave Mom and Dad alone and go to school.”

 Goten waved. “Bye, Momma. Bye Daddy! Go easy on Mom, Daddy.”

 Go easy on her Chichi snorted. Goku didn’t go easy on her in the kitchen, their bedroom or shower. She found herself saying yes to whatever Goku wanted including tomorrow night.

 With Gohan and Goten away at their grandfather’s, Goku and Chichi enjoyed their time alone. That morning Chichi confessed her worries to Goku about tonight which he brushed off with a laugh and assured her multiple times nothing bad will happen. Chichi relaxed to engage in a morning spar (something for Goku), a ride on Nimbus to the city for an afternoon movie (something for her) and shopping in an adult boutique for later (something for them). Chichi had her concerns about tonight but by evening decided her dream last night was only a dream playing with her fears.

 By eleven that night, Chichi looked out the window to see the full moon. When she checked the skies twenty minutes ago, she saw more than half the moon covered in red. Now it was a full blood red. Goku hadn’t looked at the moon; preferring to wait until the full eclipse happen to see the entire moon painted in a dusty red color.

 “Are you really that nervous?” Goku asked holding Chichi’s hand as they walked to the door.

 “Yes. You’ve never seen a red full moon before.”

 “But I’ve seen full moons. I have control.”

 “What about that one time?”

 “One time?”

Chichi frowned. How could Goku forget? “Gohan. He came to our door one night. You were irritated with him.”

 “I was so close, Chichi. I was right there,” he defended himself. “And Gohan knocked before I came.” He and Chichi were too loud that night that Gohan knocked on the door concerned. Goku sent Gohan away confusing the boy with his irritation. The next morning Goku apologized to Gohan. Thankfully his son accepted his odd behavior. In fact, he apologized to Goku saying it was foolish to knock on the door, thinking there was trouble when Goku was capable of taking care of himself and his Mom.

 “It’s different this time,” Goku promised as he opened the door. “He’s not here but why do you want us outside?”

 “Just in case my dream comes true and you changed into an Oozaru. I don’t want you wrecking our home.”

 “I need a tail for that,” Goku reminded her. “I don’t have one anymore.” Chichi still looked worried. Goku tried to ease Chichi’s worries with a kiss. Breaking away, he wrapped an arm around her and stared at the full moon.

 The eclipse was at its peak now. From what Chichi read, it will last an hour before the moon moves out of Earth’s shadow. Goku and Chichi stared at the crimson moon in awe.

 “There it is,” Chichi remarked after moments of silence. “It looks beautiful.”

 “Wow,” Goku murmured mesmerized. Staring at the full moon affected him as it always had before but Goku had control of it. Except this time something felt different. He didn’t feel like he will transform into an Oozaru but something was different. Still, he will go ahead with what he initially planned for Chichi. “It looks like the moon is bleeding.”

 Chichi kept her eyes on the moon; too nervous to look at Goku as she asked, “How do you feel?”

 Goku released Chichi. “I feel fine except….” Goku clutched his sides and crumpled to the ground in pain.

 “Goku!” Chichi called worriedly.

Chichi went to him but Goku stumbled forward growling as he put distance between himself and Chichi. He covered his hands over his face, snarling like an animal.

 “Oh, no!” Chichi worried this would happen. She knew Goku looking at the blood moon was a bad idea. Her dream tried to tell her but she didn’t listen. Chichi was split on what to do. Her mind told her to get inside and call Gohan but her heart told her she couldn’t leave Goku like this.

 She obeyed her heart rushing to Goku’s side. “Goku? Honey?” She shook him. “Fight the transformation. Fight it! Don’t change into an Oozaru!”

 Goku stopped snarling but his hands still covered his face. He broke away and turned his back on Chichi. Worried, scared, Chichi touched Goku’s shoulder. Her heart pounded so fast, she was scared it will burst from her chest; her palms were sweating. “Goku? Are you still you?” Goku dropped his hands from his face. Chichi braced herself for what she will see. Goku turned to Chichi growling and flashing sharp vampire like fangs in his mouth. Chichi screamed and ran towards the house. When she reached the door, she didn’t hear growling. She heard laughing.

 Chichi turned to see Goku lying on the grass and clutching his sides in laughter.

 He was laughing? She was worried all day, confessed her concerns about what could happen to him and he used it to mock her? Chichi stomped back to Goku and dropped to his side. Getting a closer look at her laughing husband, Chichi saw the fangs in Goku’s mouth were plastic. Feeling embarrassed and duped, Chichi’s blood boiled. She slapped his chest irritated. “That was not funny! I was scared you were changing into an Oozaru!”

 Goku was laughing so hard he was crying. “You should’ve seen your face, Chichi! It was so funny!”

 “It was not!” Chichi screamed and slapped him again.

 Lying on his back, Goku stared directly at the moon again. His laughter died and he drowned out Chichi’s yelling as he focused on the beauty of the blood moon. So pretty, Goku thought. So bright. Goku’s body suddenly stiffened as a familiar shudder washed over his body. Something felt different with him. He felt it when he initially looked at the eclipse. Now mesmerized at the moon’s red glow, he knew why he was feeling different and where. “Chichi…. something just happened.”

 Chichi rolled her eyes as she got on her feet. “Ha. Ha, Goku. I’m not falling for that again.” She left him and walked back to the house, still feeling humiliated.

 Goku got up and quickly followed after her. “No,” he tried to tell her. “I really feel different. I think…..I think…..”

 Chichi turned when she reached the door. She was ready to yell at him but his face told her he was serious. “What…..” she looked him over. He looked fine. Physically, he didn’t look different but something was wrong. “What is it?”

 A brown furry tail wrapped itself around Chichi’s wrist. Chichi’s eyes nearly bugged out of its socket. “Yo—you—your—“ Chichi went behind him and pulled his pants down slightly. She had to see it to be sure. “Your tail grew back!”

 Images of Chichi’s dream flashed in her mind. She stepped away from Goku. “You’re gonna change into an Oozaru!” She remembered what he did to her in that dream. “You’re gonna have sex with me with your tongue!” Chichi screamed. Chichi turned to run in the forest but Goku appeared before her in a flash.

 Chichi stepped back. She knew Goku could move fast. When he’s serious in a fight he would move too fast for her eyes but he was never this way to her. If she ran away, he’ll let her run a few feet before he gave chase but this time, he wasn’t letting her go anywhere. She turned attempting to run in the opposite direction but Goku appeared before her again.

 Goku’s tail wrapped around Chichi’s waist and pulled her so her body pressed against his. Chichi’s eyes widen feeling Goku’s arousal pressed against her. Her eyes slowly moved up to Goku’s. There was no mistaken the lust in his eyes or the hardness of his…

 “I don’t feel like I’m gonna change into an Oozaru,” his voice was deep, serious and void of any innocence, “but I do wanna fuck you. Badly.”

 “Don’t say that!” Chichi screamed. “We agreed to never say that word when we want intimacy!”

 “But that’s what I wanna do.” He rubbed against her. “I have this urge to pin your body against mine and drive into you with your voice screaming in my ear.”

 When a Saiyan’s sexual needs was awakened, one didn’t say no; one couldn’t say no. But Chichi will try. “We need to figure out why you have a tail again. Is it the eclipse? Is it permanent? Will it go away when---“ she was silenced with Goku’s lips pressed against hers.

 He kissed her as if he was starving! Whatever fight, whatever resistance Chichi had in her withered away like a snuffed flame as Goku’s tongue slid between her lips, licking, tasting her; her body sagged against his as she gave him full control. Goku gripped her hips; rubbed his straining shaft against her, rubbed his clothed chest against hers.

 Clothed? Oh, they had to get rid of that.

 Goku broke the kiss from Chichi. Chichi barely had time to catch her breath as Goku’s tail unfurled around her waist; her body was lifted and tossed over Goku’s shoulder as he carried her back in the house.

 They reached the bedroom in seconds. Chichi gulped as Goku removed his clothes; his body rippled with muscles; his presence was so commanding; his new tail flicked excitedly as he approached. She was mesmerized. Whatever he wanted, she couldn’t say no. She wouldn’t say no.

 Chichi shivered as Goku undressed her, discarding Chichi of her robe, revealing the sexy lingerie he picked out for her at the boutique underneath. He kissed and licked the skin of her neck. “You smell so good.” He nipped her skin as a hand massaged a breast. “Taste so good.” He pulled her gown over her head. Naked except for the sexy underwear, Goku licked his lips. “I can’t wait anymore.”

 He picked up Chichi and nearly tossed her on the bed. Chichi’s dazed look had him chuckling. He didn’t understand what was going on with him except he liked it! He was driven with mad lust. He knew he should question why his tail returned but he didn’t care. His mind and body was driven with needs he needed to satisfy.

 He pressed his hands at the foot of the bed and crawled over Chichi until he was even at her face. He could hear her heart racing, smell her tasty scent between her legs. His mouth watered. He needed her and he couldn’t wait. He settled his body over hers and pulled her lips in a slow, sensual kiss that quickly grew with hunger and need.

 Seduced by his kisses, Chichi’s hands roamed over his broad back and shoulders. She shivered feeling his muscles move under her hands, reminding her he was the strongest man on this planet, possibly the universe and he was hers; always and only hers.

 Breathing became impossible for Chichi so he pulled away. He kissed her until she was breathless. He covered a nipple with his lips, swirled his tongue around Chichi’s tiny bud and suckled it deeply in his mouth.

 “Goku!” Chichi’s breathy cry croon across the room. Her nails dug in his shoulders. Desire spread over her body as she felt herself coming undone by Goku’s tongue and hands. Her breasts swelled and nipples ached as Goku continued to feasts upon her breasts like a final meal. So many licks, kisses and bites. Her wet sex throbbed as Goku bit down on a nipple.

 “More,” her back arched into his mouth; her hips grind against his hard chest as she begged he continue. He obeyed kissing down her muscled stomach to her navel; his tongue circled the muscles, his teeth nipped at her skin.

 A sharp cry and husky moan escaped her lips. Goku’s biting could always drive her towards the edge. Goku lifted his head to give Chichi a devilish grin. So sneaky, so manipulative when he wanted to be. Goku knew exactly what he was doing to her and she enjoyed every minute of it.

 Pleasure consumed her as Goku descended to her covered sex. He had yet to remove her soak panties and she knew why. She smirked as Goku studied the new garment, licking tentatively and inhaling the mixed scents until he couldn’t wait anymore and bit down hard and ripped the undies with his teeth.

 Her edible undies.

 It was something they were both curious about when they saw it at the boutique. Goku, being the free spirit that he is, wanted to try it and Chichi could never say no to Goku when he made a request when it came to their intimacy.

 “So,” Chichi asked as Goku munched on her edible garment, “how is it?”

 “Caramel,” he swallowed and licked his lips, “combined with your sweet taste is my new favorite meal!”

 Chichi’s fingers dug into the sheets as Goku’s teeth ripped her the rest of her edible garment and his tongue slipped inside, coating his mouth and mixing Chichi’s taste with the sweet caramel in his mouth.  She was his meal as his tongue licked and sucked at her hardened sensitive nerve. Her legs clamped around him as he dove deeper inside her; her breath quicken with each flick of his tongue. “Ah! Deeper, Goku,” Chichi instructed. She panted as her fingers threaded his hair, massaging him, encouraging him. She was close, so close. “I need….I need……ohhh…”

 When his teeth gently scraped at her hardened clit, Chichi came hard, fisting her fingers in his hair. Her hips jerked off the bed as her body convulsed under him. Her body fell back against the bed with a soft thump. Her fingers drew lazy circles from her breasts to her stomach as she watch Goku continue to lick as she recovered.

“Goku…..” she tenderly massaged his head. “It’s my turn with your body.”

 Goku raised himself from her legs and licked his wet lips. He shook his head; the sly grin returned. “I wanna do something first; something I always wanted but couldn’t do.” Chichi’s confusion at what he wanted amused him. He rose so his straddled over her with his hardened penis at her wet folds. Chichi still looked confused until his tail slipped between her spread legs.

 Chichi sucked in air feeling Goku’s soft, furry appendage enter her, stretching her. She dug her nails in his arms as he found the right rhythm thrusting his tail in her while rubbing his hard penis against her. The more he thrust, the more his tail slipped in, the more his shaft rubbed against her sensitive folds, the more screams tore from her throat.

 Chichi couldn’t think. She could only feel; feel Goku thrust in her; feel Goku rubbed himself against in her. Sweet Kami, if he was doing this with her tail, what will he do when he stuck his hard rod in her? Her body shook under him as a second orgasm washed over her.

 Goku almost cracked feeling Chichi squeeze his tail but he gritted his teeth and fought down his own release. Drops of liquid oozed from him and landed on Chichi who gaze at him with heavy lidded eyes. He was panting as his tail slipped out of her.

 Goku meant to adjust himself before settling himself in Chichi when she surprised him by grabbing his tail. Dammit! He forgot his tail was always his weak spot! Goku grabbed the sheets and steady his body so he didn’t fall on Chichi. Chichi slide down a little further on the bed to make herself comfortable.

 “As I said,” Chichi gave him a gentle squeeze, “it’s my turn with your body.” Before he could ask what she planned to do, Chichi pulled the end of his tail in her mouth.

 “Chichi!” his body locked up, his breath left his lungs as warm pleasure consumed him. He couldn’t think, only focus and feel Chichi’s warm, wet tongue swirling around his tail. She was master over his body as he was master over hers. The urge to fight a strong opponent despite the danger and risks was a weakness of Goku’s but this, what Chichi was doing to him, what she meant to him was a weakness he kept hidden from the world; a weakness only she knew and exude over him in times like this.

 “Ah!” He cried out feeling Chichi rubbed the root of his tail at his backside, caressing and pinching while she continued to suck him until he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Damn!” he groaned as his shaft spurted spilling release on Chichi’s chest and stomach with some rolling onto the sheets. He dropped catching himself on his elbows so he didn’t fall completely on Chichi.

 Chichi pulled his tail out, smirking at Goku as he recovered. She was very pleased with herself. Goku mirrored her smirk as he settled on her. “This is why you are my wife,” he whispered as he dropped kisses on her face. “This is why I love you.” His mouth covered hers again with raw hunger. One of her legs rubbed against his as they kissed and touch each other until Goku was fully aroused again.

 “I need you inside me,” Chichi whispered, nibbling Goku’s ear as he adjusted himself. “I need to feel you.”

 Goku entered Chichi with one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Chichi howled as her nails dug in his back again as Goku filled her. Her body stretched and she sighed at the wonderful sensations Goku stoke in her with each thrust. His body slapped hers, plunging deep and hard. Each thrust sank her deeper in the world of lust Goku created for them. “You like that….” He groaned as he pushed himself deeper.

 “Kami…Goku….” Chichi gasped at the sweet pummeling her body was receiving. She liked it! She liked it a lot!

 “No!” Goku growled, startling Chichi. “You only say my name!”

 As if punishing Chichi for her slip, he thrust faster which only fueled Chichi. The bed creaked and groaned as if pleading for its occupants to slow down. Chichi didn’t want Goku to slow down. She wanted him to keep going harder and faster inside her. Chichi was so glad her sons weren’t home. There was no way she could contain her screams with the way Goku pounded his body against hers. He looked possessed consume with satisfying the base needs of his body.

 To her shock, he pulled out and flipped Chichi on her hands and knees before plunging back in her. He gripped her hips, plunge deep and slammed his body against hers. There will be bruising from both their bodies when this was over.

 “Goku…. I can’t….I need to….” This was too much. The pleasure was too much. The more Goku rode her, the more she wanted to hold off her orgasm if only to enjoy this sweet pleasure a little more but her body didn’t obey. Instead it betrayed her exploding into the sweetest pleasure she imagined. As her body was consumed, she clench and squeeze Goku pulling him over the edge. She felt Goku bury down her shoulder, digging her skin with his sharp teeth as he growled his release. He gripped her hips as he poured his seed deep within her.

 Chichi’s legs crumpled under her as her body sagged to the soft sheets. Goku’s body nearly smothered hers as he sank with her. For several moments, neither moved; neither said anything as both succumbed to sleep.

 Goku woke up to find Chichi’s body curved against his. Her lovely scent teased his nose as she slept soundly against him. His lips turned up in a grin when he noticed one of his hands held onto Chichi’s breasts. His thumb played with a nipple until it hardened under his fingers. He pinch it, earning a moan and a slight jerk from Chichi as she slowly awakened.

 Chichi shuffled rolling on her side to face him. “Goku?” she yawned sleepily. She winced at the bright light coming from the window. It was morning already? “Did we fall asleep afterwards?”

 “I think so.” Goku rubbed the back of his head. “That’s not usually us. We usually get another round or two in.”

 Chichi chuckled as she rolled on all fours and stretched like a cat. “Mmm. Maybe we’re getting old.”

 Watching Chichi stretch her fit and limber body, Goku felt his lower body reacting. No. They weren’t old. Not yet, but something did happen last night. “I remember everything,” Goku told her. “No memory lapses.”

 Chichi sat up in bed facing Goku. “That’s good.” Chichi gasped as she recalled last night. She leaned over him to stare at his backside. “Goku.” She was stunned at what she saw or rather she didn’t see. “Your tail is gone.”

 “Wha….?” Goku reached behind him. Sure enough his tail wasn’t there. He felt the tail stub that’s been on his back for twenty years. “What happened to my tail?” he whined. This wasn’t fair. He was getting used to having his tail back and enjoying the advantages he got a taste of last night.

 Chichi pondered herself what happened to Goku. “Do you think it only came back because of the blood moon eclipse? You’ve seen other full moons before and nothing happened but this was different.”

 That was something to consider. He did feel differently this time than the other nights he saw the full moon. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe this means I can grow my tail back.”

 “It is a new body,” Chichi told him. “Your last body was destroyed when you blew up with Cell. Maybe when that Old Supreme Kai revived you, he revived everything from you including your tail but since you always assumed it was gone, you never thought it could return until the blood moon.”

 Goku considered Chichi’s words. It made a lot of sense. He grinned. With enough training, he could grow his tail back. It could be a permanent part of him instead of something that will only appear one night every few years.

 “Then again, it might not have anything to do with having a new body and it’s something that will only appear once during a blood moon.”

 “I hope not, Chichi,” Goku confessed. “I would hate to have my tail grow back every few years.”

 “Because you miss it?”

 “Well, yeah, but it would also mean I can only stick it in your butt every few years. It’s not fun waiting to do that. I always wanted to try it and I missed my shot last night.”

 A soft pillow slapped Goku’s face. Goku pushed the pillow aside to see Chichi walking away to the bathroom. “Honestly, Goku! Of all the things to say.”

 “What?” He whined as he jumped out of bed. He quickly followed after Chichi. “You suck my tail last night. Don’t act like you never thought about it.”

[333kaylynn]

Foreigner/ grayson dolan

hey guys its been a while but i hope u enjoy! im making this into two parts, hence the cliffhanger at the end (sorry folks)

tags: @bouttogolinkurbitch @kara-dolan @heathendolan @dimply-dolan @dolandreaminn @notanotherdolantwinsblog @justanotherdolanblog @doltishdolans @boujeebailey @emotionalxcherry22 @starrydolan @dolantwins-1999 @graysonsbitch @dolanwritings

word count: 1,682

request?: Can I have a scenario when G.D and the reader have BIG crush on each other and y/n are like bffffffs, soulmates and goals.Everyone knows about this crush but no one wants to admit it and one time after HUGE fight with Grey y/n is leaving to her country (she's a foreigner) and later Grey also is finding out that some their fans were bothering her. I need angst with happy ending. I hope thats not too much. 

(i hope u dont mind im making this into to parts love<3 i hope u enjoy tho, xoxo)

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The way you flipped your hair and pulled it back into a ponytail was sure enough to get Grayson’s attention. Everything you do catches his attention. You hadn’t seemed to realize it, but everyone else did. You saw him as a potential love interest, but the way you assumed he saw you was not the same. It hurt you to think about him not feeling the same way but you knew, or at least you thought, that that was the case. 

Everything he did, you paid attention to. He was always so determined in what he did and you loved that about him.

"Y/n watch this!" Grayson ran into the pool and did a backflip, causing you to get splashed. You groaned out of frustration and glared at Grayson before laughing at his childlike mannerisms. "Good job Gray." You proceeded to run into the pool and swim towards him, splashing him as you do so.

You and Grayson were bestfriends until the end. Everyone knew that. Everyone also knew the feelings you two held in your hearts for eachother, but each of you hadn't seemed to notice the others true feelings. The two of you would constantly flirt with eachother and everyone saw it. But you both just saw it as a normal thing friends do.

You both swam to the ladder on the edge of the pool and climbed out. Grayson watched as you flipped your hair out of your face and squeezed as much of the water out as you could. You tossed your now slightly knotted hair up into a bun. Grayson grabbed himself a towel and tossed you one so you could dry off before walking back inside.

"She clearly likes you, Gray." Ethan whispered to his brother who was eyeing you as you walked around the kitchen, putting the clean dishes away. You danced marvelously around the kitchen, spinning around without a care in the world.

"Highly unlikely, bro. She sees me as a friend and nothing more." Grayson continued eyeing you, smiling at your freed state of being. You started quietly singing "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" by Tears for Fears, and Grayson grinned at the soft sounds of the melodies coming out of your mouth.

"Nope. I see it. You like her, obviously, and she likes you. Just ask her on a date dude. What's the worst that could happen?" Ethan nudged Grayson and Grayson sighed before answering, "Um, she could say no? I could potentially ruin our entire friendship?"

Ethan ignored Grayson's answer and pushed him into the kitchen where you had still been singing.

Y/n hadn’t felt true affection in ages. It’s as if love didn’t really exist in her books. She’s felt the friendly affectionate vibes that Grayson gives her, but nothing that made it feel like she had a soulmate. She always felt out of the group with her friends because while they had all been out losing their virginities, she sat at home and could only imagine what the feeling was like. Grayson gave her only a sliver of the feeling she truly wanted. But she wanted more. More from him, specifically. You see, she was head over heels for this boy ever since they met. Her worries and problems washed away when she was around him because the only emotion she felt was happiness. She had this odd infatuation with him and the lust shown in her eyes when they were just simply swimming in the pool was enough for everyone but Grayson to see how in love she is with him. 

“Gray! Get over here!” Y/n yells and Grayson walks over, “Yes darling?” You pick up a handful of the soap bubbles and blow them onto his face, allowing a few to sit atop his set of hair. 

“That’s what you wanted?” Grayson laughs and runs after you as you run out of the kitchen and outside. You’re now standing on the opposite side of the pool, Grayson watching you intently to make sure he knows which way you’re about to go so he can chase after you. You look to your left and then to your right and immediately run to your left and go up past Grayson, pushing him into the pool while you run passed. You walked back into the house while laughing to yourself and Ethan looks up and asks, “What’s so funny, Y/n?” Right as he says that, Grayson walks in, “I’m going to KILL you.” He points at you and you laugh before putting on a face of pure horror and running away from him again.

After a while Grayson quits chasing you and he changes into dry clothes. 

“Y/n, come out here!” Grayson asks as he grills something. You walk out and look over his shoulder at the kebabs that sat on the grill cooking. “Yes?” 

Grayson sets down the stick he was using to move the food and lifts you up, running to the pool, and throwing you in. Immediately you start flopping around and screaming, “Gray! I can’t- can’t swim!” 

Grayson’s face is full of shock and without a second doubt he runs into the pool and grabs you. You start laughing and Grayson looks at you. “What’s so funny?” 

“We literally went swimming yesterday, Grayson. I can swim just fine! See?” You let go from his grip, which you really were longing for, and swam around, causing Grayson to get pissed but he started laughing along with you after a minute. 

“I think we should go clubbing tomorrow.” You say out of the blue, causing Grayson to stop swimming and look over at you. 

“Why?” He asks, allowing you to continue. “It’ll be fun, I wanna get out and partyyyy.” You say, rolling your head back as you say party and swimming closer to him. 

The next day rolled around and you wandered downstairs in your pajamas and saw Grayson and Ethan sitting at the island counter eating breakfast and checking their phones. You sighed and took a seat across from Ethan and Grayson greets you and gives you a small grin. You smile back and head back upstairs to get ready for the day.

"We still going out tonight?" Grayson asked as he peaked into your room and soon walking fully into the room. You nod and spun around after you finished straightening your last bit of hair. "Of course we are. Is E joining?"

"Yeah most likely. Are we going to Black Rabbit?" Grayson asks as he takes a seat onto your bed. You smile and reply with a simple "Yeah." and go back to doing your makeup. 

The two of you arrived at the club and you immediately began dancing with the crowd of people amongst you. You had absolutely no care in the world, and Grayson simply stood and admired you from afar. Little did he know, you were doing the same, but you were better at hiding it. Obviously you couldn’t tell Grayson was staring at you, watching the way your hips swayed softly to the beat of the music, but anyone else that payed attention could. That’s what sucks so much for Grayson, he knows that other people know, but sadly you don’t and he doesn’t have the courage to tell you himself. 

“Y/n, come dance with me!” Grayson pulled you away from the group of people you were surrounded by and you smiled before grabbing onto his hands and dancing to the beat of the song. Grayson twirled you underneath his arm and spun you closer to him, causing the two of you to laugh at your child-like selves. You wandered off and Grayson headed to get the two of you drinks. When Grayson arrived back to the spot you were before, you were gone. Grayson looked around to find you until he eventually spotted you. You were dancing with a few of the men that had surrounded themselves onto you and Grayson watched in disbelief as you grinded against them. He got fed up and yelled for you to come over, “Y/n! Come on.” The boys yelled back for her as she continued to sway her hips on their crotches. “She doesn’t wanna go with you dude.” Grayson sighed and walked closer and grabbed onto your arm and you ripped away and continued dancing, you turned around and put your arms on the boys shoulder, dancing more and more. “She already said she didn’t want to go with you, leave her alone!” Grayson ignored the comment and turned to you, “Come on, y/n! I thought you wanted to spend time with me, not be a fucking slut.” You turned around and looked at Grayson, your eyes watering but you won’t allow tears to fall. Before you can say anything, Grayson gets punched in the face. You were sick of it, and you decided to sneak off and leave the club. 

As you arrived home you grabbed your computer and began searching for tickets to fly back home. This wasn’t a permanent decision, you knew that, your life was here. But you needed space, specifically from Grayson. You purchased a ticket for the flight at 7:45 am the next morning and closed your computer before locking your door and falling asleep. 

The next morning you woke up to your alarm blasting and you got up and grabbed the bag you had packed the night before. You walk outside and shove the bag into your backseat and drive to the airport, ready for your long flight back to your home country. 

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You arrive home and get in a taxi to your parents house, where you would be staying. You knocked three times on the door very softly and began to take your shoes off before entering the house. Your mother opened the door and pulled you in for a hug. “jib-eseo mwohago issni?” (What are you doing at home?) You sighed and walked into the house and sat onto the couch before continuing, “Geuleiseun.” (Grayson)

“geuga museun jis-eul hangeoya?“ (What did he do?) You sighed before continuing with the conversation, 

[veronicamarsbars]

Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End - Samuel Drake x Reader: How You Met.

Prompt: You are asked about how you met Sam... A few slight changes to Nate and Sam’s schooling were changed to make this one shot!

You fit the key into the lock as you step up onto your porch, after admiring a trio of dogs with their owners walking passed. It’s a beautiful, warm day on the edge of the city, the smell of salt in the air. You love the warm days when you can enjoy the warmth of the sun, however you hate it when it beats down on you all day long without a breath of cool air. Fortunately, there was at least a breeze to keep you cool.

You twist the knob and push against the pale door, a short creak resounding as always. You drop your bag by the coat rack and immediately head for the kitchen. You stop short however when you hear voices from within.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to eat the batter, Uncle Sam…”

“But that’s the best part!”

You can’t help but smile at the familiar voices, and quickly push in through to the kitchen. The golden sun streaming through the open windows by the sink, light coloured batter splattered over the kitchen bench, dripping off the side of the bowls used, and smeared over Sam’s face.

“Well…” You hide your smile, “what a mess we’ve made here.”

Sam looks over at you just as the edge of the spoon coated in batter touches his lips, and he smiles as he finds your eyes, “Y/N, your home!”

You shake your head, “How on Earth did you manage to paint my kitchen with cake batter?”

Sam’s smile grows wider and his brown eyes grow full with excitement, “Cupcake batter, actually,” he adds, gesturing to the tray in front of him.

Cassie pushes back her hair, “I…” she looks from Sam to you, “I’m really sorry, Aunty…”

You laugh, “Oh, Cass, I know it wasn’t your fault.” You give her a hug in greeting, “Sam’s notorious for creating a mess.”

Sam just wrinkles his nose up at you, continuing to lick what’s left off his spoon.

“Did your Dad just drop you off?” You open up one of the cupboard and pull out a few mugs, lining them up against one another on the bench.

“Yep! Thanks for having me over by the way.”

You smile at her politeness, “Any time, you know that. Besides, whatever Sam and I can do to help your parents with their show is fine by us.”

Sam ditches the spoon and lifts the tray up to fit into the oven, “These cupcakes are going to be the best ones you’ve ever tasted, babe.”

You chuckle, “I’m sure they will be,” you fill up each mug with a spoon of hot chocolate powder.

Sam slides behind you after closing the oven door, and wraps his arms around your waist hugging you from behind, “Missed you today.” He kisses your cheek, and you blush embarrassingly.

“I missed you too,” you quickly give him a kiss on his lips.

Cassie finds her mug after you finishing pouring and stirring in the hot chocolate, and sips at it tentatively as she pulls up a stool at the wooden bench that borders the living room. “Uncle Sam?”

“Yeah, kiddo?” He turns on the warm water and lets the sink fill up as he squeezes a few splashes of dishwashing detergent into forming pool, creating a thick layer of soap suds. You pass him the dirty dishes, giving him another kiss to show your gratefulness for his cleaning up skills.

“How did you meet Aunty Y/N?”

Sam immediately smiles wickedly, “Now that is an interesting story, Cassie, I’m glad you asked.”

You shake your head and playfully slap his arm, “Sam,” you give him a warning look but he only continues to laugh.

“What?” Cassie urges, leaning her on her elbow, her chin in her hand.

“It’s a really boring story, honestly—

Sam pokes you in the back, “It was not boring. Go on, Y/N, tell her.”

Cassie smiles immediately, “Yeah, tell me!”

You laugh as you start to dry the dishes that Sam cleans, “Alright, alright. Fine.” You find the dish’s place in the cupboard, “It all began when Sam stole my pen.”

Sam huffs instantly, “I did not steal your pen, I simply… borrowed it.”

You roll your eyes, “He definitely stole it, Cassie, don’t believe a word he says.”

Cassie’s smile grows wider, “Is that why you don’t let anyone borrow your pens? Because of Uncle Sam?”

Sam laughs loudly, “No, Cassie, your Aunt has always been like that. The day we met, in the library, she wouldn’t let me borrow it at first. She had this big frown on her face when I asked her, and immediate distrust in her eyes—

You cut in quickly, “I’m telling the story Sam,” you turn to Cassie as you wipe the next dish dry, “and Sam is right, I’ve always distrusted people with my pens. But I clearly had good reasons too when Sam asked for one.”

You stare down at your pencil case, and then look back up at the boy. You notice his full brown eyes, and the smirk edging at his smile, you find yourself reaching inside your pencil case before you can tell yourself not to.

You hand it to him, “Just don’t lose it, okay?”

He winks back at you, “Sure thing.”

You watch as the tutor, his name still unknown to you, walk off in the other direction towards his student. You bite the inside of your lip, you know you’ve seen him in here before, but only briefly.

“That’s Samuel Drake.”

You turn to your own student, a girl three years below you, her eyes lingering on him as he takes his seat again. “You know him?”

The girl blushes, “No, not really, I know his brother, Nate.”

“And he actually tutors girls here?” You ask, still doubting his legitimacy.

She nods, “Yeah, he graduated from the catholic boys’ school down the road two years ago, Nate goes there now.”

You sit back in your chair, trying not to glare over at him as he helps a girl from your school study. You don’t know what, but there’s something about him that gets you feeling somewhat riled. He looks up at you, and you embarrassingly turn away from him focusing back on your own student, missing the smirk that traces his lips.

Not only were you still up past midnight stressing over the homework you pushed back this far, but also realising that that infuriating boy in the library, Samuel Drake, never gave you your pen back. You knew there was something off about him.

You scowl and close your notebook, ignoring the looming of tomorrow morning when you would have to tell your teacher that the essay you were supposed to hand in would not be finished. You sigh, suddenly wondering why you ever even decided to tutor in your spare time. Clearly you need every second of it.

You decide you’ll just have to beg your history teacher for an extension in the morning. You get changed into your pyjamas, wash your face and pack up your things ready for tomorrow. But suddenly, as the quiet murmur of rain starts to get louder, you hear a tap on your window.

At first you excuse it for being a mere twig or hail stone, but the tap resounds through your dorm room again and this time its louder, making you jump. You turn to the window and see him. Samuel Drake, clinging on for dear life three levels high right outside your room.

You curse and rush towards the window, quickly prying it open and then fumbling to pull him inside. As he comes through the window you stumble on the loose rug, sending you both backwards. Dripping wet and lying on top of you, he smiles, “Hi!”

You shut his mouth with your hand, your eyes wide and intensely disbelieving that he’s here right now, “What on Earth do you think you’re doing? Climbing the side of the dormitories? Knocking on my window, are you mad!?” You whisper fiercely, knowing that if you raised your voice any louder you would surely wake one of the teachers down the hall.

He proceeds to tell you, but his voice is muffled by the clamped hand over his mouth. You roll your eyes and loosen your grip, your hand falling to the side.

“I thought this was Margot’s room…” he looks to you guiltily, but something close to worry in his eyes.

You shove him off of you and sit up, “I knew it!” Remembering back to his tutoring session in the library.

He backs off towards the window slightly, but you both still sitting on your floor. “What?”

“I knew you were shifty,” you lift a finger at him, “I mean, not only did you steal my pen but you’re also seeing your student?”

He looks back at you, confused.

“So what, you’re using your tutoring sessions to get dates with girls here, is that it?” You shake your head, “That’s so wrong.”

Samuel shakes his head and chuckles, his back against your bedroom wall, “I know you.”

You frown.

He fumbles over his jacket pockets until he pulls something out, something shiny. He throws it to you and you catch it, you stare at the pen in your hands; your pen.

“I’m sorry,” he finds your eyes, “I was in a hurry to leave and I forgot all about your pen.”

You scoff, “Yeah, forgot enough about it to shove it in your pocket and take off; you thief.”

He only rolls his eyes, however a playful gesture rather than an irritated one, “And about Margot, she’s from my neighbourhood and she got a scholarship here, people like her and me, and my brother, we don’t get these opportunities,” He gestures to your dorm. “And I forgot to give her some money to help her out, like I usually do.”

Your frown loosens as you continue to stare over at Samuel, “Oh…”

He nods, “Yeah, so I came to sneak it to her tonight because I won’t be able to see her until next week.”

“And you got the wrong room.”

“I got the wrong room.” He pulls himself up from the floor, and you also stand up, realising only now how tall he is. “She’s on this floor though, right?”

You nod, “Yeah,” you move towards your door and open it just a crack, “two doors down from me on this side.”

Samuel moves to the door, his hand resting on the handle, he turns back to you, “Thanks…” he turns to go but hesitates, “you know, maybe I didn’t get the wrong room after all.”

You raise an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

He smiles, “Well, if I had happened upon someone else, they might have screamed and ran off, telling on me and stuff. Getting the police involved.”

You smile, “Guess you’re right, then.”

“The name’s Samuel Drake, but I usually just go by Sam.”

“Y/N.”

He nods, “Can I come back to climb down your side of the building after?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “There’s no way I’m allowing that.”

“Oh c’mon, I promise I won’t fall, I’ve been climbing buildings since I could walk.”

You push him out of your room, “I’ll sneak you out myself, okay?”

He smirks, “I think I might be a bad influence on you, Y/N.”

You turn to go, but hesitate, “You any good at history? I’ve got a paper due tomorrow morning, and I don’t think I can do it in time.”

He smirks, “History is my speciality.”

You shake your head, “Other than climbing buildings and sneaking through windows?”

He chuckles at your remark. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll help you out.” He starts backing down the hall, “On one condition.”

You roll your eyes, “And that is?”

He reaches Margot’s door and before he knocks he says, “That I might come back and visit you.”

“What?”

“And I’ll be entering through the window again, so be prepared!” He knocks quietly on Margot’s door, and just as you go to take a step towards him, hoping to argue and change his mind about coming back, you realise you kind of love the idea of him returning.

“So really, Cassie, the moral of this story is that one: do not let boys borrow your pens, and two: do not let boys in through your window.”

Sam just shakes his head before finishing the last of his hot chocolate, “C’mon, you loved that I stole your pen. And that I came in through your window.”

You stand up from your stool and collect the empty mugs, “You’re terrible, Samuel Drake.” You pop them in the sink, ready to be washed, and the oven beeps as the cupcakes finish baking.

Cassie jumps up from her seat and hurriedly fits her hands into the oven mitts before cautiously taking the cupcakes from the oven, “I think that story is romantic.”

Sam smiles, ruffling her hair gently, “So do I, kiddo, so do I.”

You smile, taking in the smell of freshly baked cupcakes, your niece and your partner, your home and all the good things that came with it all. You laugh, “I guess you’re right,” you kiss them both on their cheeks, “it is a pretty romantic story.”

[everlarkrealornot]

The PANEM Initiative, Chapter Twelve

Drawings and Chickens

I did already post this chapter, but I hated how it ended so I revamped it! Hope you like!

“This place doesn’t look so bad!” Henry slapped Peeta on the back, admiring his half of the dorm room.

“Yeah.” He smiled at his dad, hugging Katniss tighter to his side. “I was a little worried about getting all my art supplies in here.”

“When’s your roommate supposed to be here?”

“Not till tonight.”

Katniss wrapped her arms around Peeta’s waist as the reality of the situation started to settle in. They were just starting to get a handle on their relationship but now he was at school and as a freshman he wasn’t allowed to have a car. It didn’t matter anyways, between freshmen initiation and the art school’s beginning of the year events, it would be almost a month before Peeta could come home.

Peeta gave her a little shake, causing her to look up at them.

“Sorry?” she asked.

“You need to get going – dad promised Ryen that you guys would be home to help him prep for the Sunday morning madness.”

“Right.” She nodded as she let go of him.

“Have fun.” Henry gave Peeta a tight hug. “Call me if you need anything.” He pulled the keys out of his pocket and looked between the two. “You know, I really should go call Rye to make sure he doesn’t need anything…Katniss, take your time, I’ll be in the car.” He smiled at Peeta one last time before leaving them.

“Alone in a dorm room…what kind of trouble do you think we can get into?” Peeta looked at her with a hunger in his eyes as he wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her deeply before hooking his hands under her thighs and carrying her to his bed.

“No hickeys!” She pushed on his chest, breaking his lock on her neck.

“Fine,” he mumbled as he slowly kissed down her jaw. “I hate that I don’t have a car here.”

“I hate that I won’t see you for a month.” She ran her hands through his hair. “I take it back.”

“Take what back?” He sat up on his knees.

“Me agreeing that you could come here for school – it was a stupid idea.” She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. He smirked at her and leaned down to place a kiss on her stomach. She felt his thumbs curl into her shirt and slide the bottom of her tee up to her arms. He placed warm kisses all over her skin, paying extra close attention to a spot right above her hip.

“I am grateful for it.” He lightly bit at her skin.

“Peeta…I…I said I wasn’t going to sleep with you.”

“I know.” He kissed his way back up her torso. “And I don’t expect you to.” He buried his face in her neck, mumbling about how good she smelled – but she paid no attention to his words only to his hand as he slid it down her body and between her legs.

She inhaled sharply as he rubbed her through her shorts. She wiggled her hips as he quickened his pace and felt herself growing wet as he pushed harder against the fabric.

“You can always tell me to stop whenever you need,” He whispered in her ear.

“Don’t stop.”

--

you know whats cruel? – K

what? – P

what you did – K

why…? – P

because i don’t get to see you for another 3 weeks - K

youre still thinking about it arent you? – P

that is not what i said - K

you are – P

shut up!! - k

only three more weeks – P

It seems like an eternity

See – P

See what?

You are still thinking about it – P

…Maybe - K

 “Katniss?” Ryen’s voice pulled her back to the bakery.

“Sorry.” She shoved her phone into her back pocket and continued wiping down the counters.

“Peeta?” he asked. She nodded yes sheepishly before tossing her dishcloth into the sink. “I was 19 and had already been out of the house for almost two years when Peeta got his letter – I remember not knowing what to say when he told me.”

“There really wasn’t anything you could have said.” She thought back to how she had felt, knowing that no words would have made it better.

“Yeah, that’s what he said then too. Now, Brandon…man, Bran was an ass to him about it.” Ryen shook his head at the memory. “He was a senior that year and couldn’t wait to get away from our mother.”

“Peeta doesn’t talk about him much…” she said as she slowly washed a mixing bowl, keeping her eyes on the soap bubbles. They were both quiet as she washed; she finally looked up at him. He raised his eyebrows in question, giving her a sideways look. “Rye, do not give me that look – you know what I mean.” He shook his head before starting to rinse the dishes.

“When we were younger our mother was…well, she used a heavier hand for punishment.” Katniss nodded her head in understanding. “There was a window of time when Peeta stole from here – she was particularly awful during that time.”

Katniss dropped the metal bowl in the sink causing a loud clanking to ring through the closed store. She froze, unable to move, doing her best to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

“Peeta was the focus of most of her anger, but she was foul to all of us then. Brandon pleaded with him to stop, but when he stands up for something, no one is going to stop him…the two of them were never the same after that.” Ryen reached over and squeezed her hand.

“He was stealing it for me,” she whispered.

“I know,” he let go of her hand. “He did the right thing.” They finished rinsing the dishes in silence before continuing to close down the store for the evening.

“See you later,” Ryen called over his shoulder as he headed for the house.

“Rye?” He turned back to her. “I’m sorry.” He sighed and walked back to her. He wrapped her in a crushing hug and held her for a moment.

“You never have to apologize for something that was out of your control.” He let her go and smiled. “Besides, if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t be getting an awesome sister.”

“Thanks.”

--

The Bakery was just as busy as ever, yet it felt empty to Katniss. She hadn’t realized how much a part of the store Peeta was to her until he was gone. She did have to admit that getting to bond with Ryen and Henry was nice, but she had not expected to miss Peeta as much as she was…she really wasn’t sure when he had become such a central part of her life.

“Hey little duck, how was your first day of school?” Katniss was in the kitchen prepping dinner when Prim dragged herself in.

“Eighth graders are so pretentious.” She tossed her backpack on the table and dropped into the nearest chair.

“Did I miss something, or are you not an eighth grader anymore?” Katniss smirked as she laid a piece of plastic wrap down before starting to pound out the chicken she was working with.

“It’s the rest of them.” Prim dug in her bag and found the mail she had shoved in there. “Here – looks like it’s from Peeta.” Katniss quickly sat down the mallet and grabbed the envelope from Prim. As she tore at the paper, Prim eyed the tenderizer. “I’ll work on those for you…I have frustration to work out.”

Katniss barely heard her sister as she finally opened the envelope. She unfolded the paper expecting a letter but instead found a drawing of a leaf with a small note on the back: working on my shading and coloring with my new pencils. miss you.

“Oh, that’s pretty.” Prim was still holding the tenderizer as she looked over Katniss’s shoulder.

“Yes it is…I think that’s enough of you working out your frustration.” She grabbed the mallet with her free hand and shooed Prim away from the chicken.

“As you wish Chef Kat,” Prim said as she bowed her head.

“You can almost see through this one,” Katniss poked the piece that was still on the board. Prim rolled her eyes at her before grabbing her bag and trudging her way to her bedroom. Katniss snickered to herself and finished prepping the chicken before leaving it to rest.

She quickly washed up her hands, grabbed the drawing from Peeta, and then headed to her room while dialing his number.

“Hey beautiful!” His voice sent a shiver down her spine as she looked at the leaf.

“Hi,” she snuggled back into the stack of pillows on her bed, “I got your drawing.”

“I was hoping it would arrive soon.”

“It’s very pretty, thank you.” She reached over and propped it up on her night stand. “How are things going?”

“Classes are going really well.”

“The roommate?”

“Thresh is a pretty quiet guy – we don’t get in each other’s way.”

“That’s good.” She absent mindedly twirled the bottom of her braid around her finger, wishing desperately that he was home.

“What have you been up to?”

“Working.”

“How is the bakery?”

“It’s good…empty without you.” She smiled as she remembered their make-out session on the checkout counter.

“I miss you too,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m serious, without school or spending time with you, my life is rather boring.” There was silence from the other side of the phone. “Peeta?”

“Well, what about….Gale?”

“We are still at odds over somethings.”

“You mean me?”

“I might mean you.”

“I see…well, have you thought about what we were talking about the other night?” Katniss sighed at his question. “I just think you might be happier somewhere else.”

“I can’t just leave the bakery – the store needs at least three people and there is no way I am letting your mom get her foot in anywhere.”

“I’m not saying you should quit right now.”

“Well, I can’t quit any time in the near future because I have no career path.”

“That’s why I mentioned a career counselor.”

“Peeta, I cannot begin to tell you how awful that sounds.” His laughter came in response. “I’m being serious.”

“I know you are....Hey, I need to get back to my drawing – it’s due tomorrow and it’s not finished yet.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Katniss tossed her phone to the end of her bed and closed her eyes.

“CHEF KAT! ARE THESE CHICKENS READY FOR THEIR DOOM??” Prim hollered from the kitchen.

“Don’t you touch those!” Katniss hopped off her bed and hurried into the kitchen.

“You’ve got to let me start helping in the kitchen – when you and Peeta are happily married, there will be no one left in this house who knows how to cook.” A picture of Prim trying to boil noodles popped into Katniss’s head – there were lots of flames for there being a pot of water on the stove.

“Good point.” She smiled brightly at her little sister and handed her the apron. “We’re making chicken parmesan…now, most of the time you don’t want your pieces of chicken to be this thin.”

“I’ll remember that next time, Chef Kat.”

--

“Sorry, I’m late.” Gale said from behind the park bench she was sitting on. “I had to jump start my mom’s car before I left and it wasn’t an easy thing to do.”

“I was beginning to wonderful if you were going to show up,” she said as she lifted her sunglasses.

“You said you had free food – so here I am.” He shrugged and sat down.

“I do have food, but the last time you texted me, at the end of the conversation you said, quote, ‘I thought about it and I definitely don’t want to have a game night with Peeta’, end quote.”

“I was being honest. Can I have my food now?”

She furrowed her brow but pulled out the containers of warm food anyway.

“It would have been hot had you been here on time.”

Gale ignored her comment as he started eating.

“This is fantastic!”

“Thank you,” she said between bites of food. “Prim actually helped make it.” He gave her a sideways glance. “Okay, she mostly called me Chef Kat and watched me cook.”

“Probably for the best…Prim is as good at cooking as you are at baking.”

“Hey!” She lightly poked him with her fork.

“All I’m saying is, you’re a good cook – you should probably be working as an actual Chef not a baker.”

“Yeah, that will be the day.” She rolled her eyes and kept eating.

“I’m being serious Kat. I know Peeta wants you to go to a Career Counselor, but I already know what you would be good at – plus you like doing it.”

Katniss stopped eating for a moment and looked at Gale.

“You – ”

“I see you’re out with your little boy toy, Katniss!” Mrs. Mellark hissed as she came stomping up to their bench. “Cheating on my son, are you?!”  

[regretsdelusionstoughluck]

PART 5

FRIDAY EVENING: 4:15 PM

An hour after Oliver left work, he briefly passed by his apartment, washed some dishes and folded some clothes before heading out. He finished off the remainder of a bottle of sangria in his refrigerator before following the alcohol up with a two glasses of water. He sat on the sofa for about an hour before he headed out the door. He printed the directions off of Google reviewing them for about 10 minutes and drove off. He stopped at a nearby Publix and purchased a bottle of Arbor Mist and some small plastic cups before completing the trip. The drive was approximately 50 minutes with traffic. Oliver’s state of being could be described as a nervous, beginning to experience stomach cramps upon arriving to the apartment complex. When he got to the door, he shot Evandro a text before knocking. Evandro, who was still in his uniform was in the process of fixing a snack when he walked to the door.

“Ollie?”

“Yep” Oliver responded nervously. Holding the bag of wine.

“Come on in”.

[”Ollie”? The last person to call me that was Damon. And before him, it was my high school sweet hart. Of course, she’s now a single mom with four kids and not a baby daddy in site. I see you]

After a long embrace, Evandro asked him what was in the bag.

“Well sit down!” Evandro said, “Let’s have a drink”

“Sure thing, and FYI, whatever we don’t finish today, it’s yours to keep”

“Thanks man”

As Evandro put the crushed the ice up on the counter, Oliver sat at the table. “So man, nice place so far”

“Thanks, considering the circumstances, I’d call it a blessing” After pouring some of the blackberry Arbor Mist, Evandro began the conversation.

Finishing half a bottle of wine, they switched the conversation to general things, such as the TV system in the living room.

“We’ve nearly finished a bottle of wine” Evandro said “You might wanna hang here for a bit, let the alcohol simmer”

“Not a bad idea” Oliver responded.

They caught up with “The Resident”, watching that last two episodes before Evandro walked him out. 

“Get home safe”, Evandro said as he watched Oliver get in his truck and exit the complex. Oliver had a smooth trip home, w/o encountering any traffic jams. He stopped by Subway and picked up a sandwich, eating in his vehicle before arriving at his apartment. He threw his empty bag in the dumpster before unlocking his door. Noticing a very unpleasant odor in the apartment, he looked around to see what had spoiled. He saw nothing in his refrigerator that would have gone bad. He concluded that it must have been his neighbor.  

“Nasty fucking people” he said under his breath. He turned on the fans in addition to spraying air freshener in his home. 

[So yeah, I have a client to see tomorrow for an overnight stay. I rarely bring client’s to my place and in the even that I do, I give them a 50% discount as this is awful. I have an overnight hotel stay. Shit like this is why, they don’t come. That and the fact that this is a dangerous job. My neighbor is what we call one of those hippie types. Doesn’t believe in using soap to shower, he has animals that he really isn’t supposed to have, and he doesn’t clean up after them. It’s like those folks, who bring their animals to restaurants and let them shit where people are sitting, and then when people call them on it, we have a new “discrimination” case.]

He left his home and stayed out for another hour or so, hoping to give the fans some time to eliminate the scent out of his apartment. 

Coming back to the apartment, he noticed the temperature in his home had gone down, however the stench was as strong as ever, as he was walking in, a neighbor informed him that there were rats caught in some of the vents. 

“I’m getting out of this lease, I’m packing my shit and I’m moving out!, I’ll stay with mom for a bit until I can find another place. I can’t do it anymore!”  He ranted. 

[It’s almost worth just leaving the door open, not like I got shit worth taking]

He called Damon, in the heat of the moment to see if he could crash.

The plan was that Oliver would pack his clothes tonight as he’d be staying at a hotel Saturday anyway. From there, he’d move in with his mother. He packed his clothes for the night and locked the door behind him and headed to Damon’s place. Where he slept. 

The following morning, the pair had breakfast at a local diner where Oliver disclosed more about the plan. He would stay the night as he did at Damon’s. From there, he’d pack his laptop. Going by his apartment he’d pack items such as his television and his other electronics. He’d meet his mother somewhere and have these items descreetly shifted. He would then put his furniture in storage.

“Well damn” Damon said. Oliver wasn’t going to be at his apartment much anyway this Saturday as he had an overnight appointment. Conversation was interrupted by the waitress

After Clara left to fetch their drinks, they resumed the conversation regarding his Oliver’s situation. “I’m going to pay to penalty man” Oliver said. 

“I don’t blame you” Damon responded. “You’ve been having problems at that apartment for years. That son of a bitch needs to be burned down.” 

Oliver laughed while looking at his phone. “You crazy”

“I know” 

Clara returned with their drinks. “OJ here and water here. I bought you some extra lemons for your water”

“Thanks!” Oliver exclaimed

“No problem, your food should be out in a little bit. Let me know if you need anything else”

Oliver knew the place was a dump. “My neighbor is nasty AF” 

[That’s the problem with apartments. One unit has roaches, everyone one else does.]

“That’s why I got a house. Apartments are the worst. Shit like that is why you can’t eat everybody’s cooking and you can’t invite everybody to the potluck.”

“And you can’t go to everybody else’s potluck either”

Oliver felt trapped. He would hold back rent payments but he’d have to pay that back. It was like a nightmare one couldn’t wake up from. The furniture was inexpensive so he didn’t mind leaving it a while longer. His complex was disgusting. Think “Infested!” On animal planet with the Ottawa, Canada apartment. After breakfast, he planned to obtain the remainder of his valuables.

“Yo, you mind if I stop at the gas station on the way back to the house?”

“Not at all, got a while before checking in to my hotel anyway”

“Hotel? Oh shit!”

They eventually finished breakfast. Cleaning their plates and getting the checks.

“The gentleman in the khaki shorts agreed to cover your bill.” Clara said much to Oliver’s surprise.

“Well let me get my friends bill”

“Thanks......” Damon said

“No big, Mom said when someone blessed you you bless others and that’s what happened to me today”

“Well, I got the alcohol this evening. There’s this joint in Miami Beach that has all the good shit at low prices if we’re talking alcoholic pricing. The clerk Raja, let’s just say, I got the hookup.”

“So you throwing the next party?”

At the store, he picked up a Pinot Grigio, a bottle of Blue Curaçao, and some Hypnotic.

“What else you want man?”

“Ummm I guess some pineapple juice for the curaçao. Make a good blue Hawaii”

At the register Raja noticed items “Somebody is about to get wasted.”

“You already know, but I’m a smart guy, home only”. They left and went Oliver’s apartment, to check on the status. He stood there momentarily and thought to himself He’d come back and pack up his items after his “date” with the client. 

[My client is already paying an arm and a leg to have his way with me. At the least, I’ll put up the hotel fees. Some may do otherwise, but it’s a one night stay and I figure I’ll get it back.]

The pair went back home to drink, when Damon asked him if he ever tried weed?

“No way! If I were too, I wouldn’t smoke that shit in here in the states.”

[Unless it’s in Colorado.] 

As the afternoon passed, Oliver left to check into his hotel and put his things in his hotel room. He decided that he’d take a swim and then took a short nap before getting ready. The date would include a dinner, have a cocktail, followed by making out. After showering and douching, he put on a pair of brown khaki pants and a cream colored polo that he sported with a navy sports coat. He brushed his hair and then headed down to the hotel bar where he had a beer.He got a text from his client saying that he was on his way. 

[Oh joy. Another date with a self-entitled corporate goon.]

He responded by informing the client that he was at the hotel bar and that he could locate him by his outfit. Cody is a man in his mid 30s, he’s an accountant at a firm downtown. Height wise, he’s about 6′6′ with a slender build. 

[He’s probably married and I’d be willing to bet that they don’t have an open relationship. If you get my drift.]

He escorted Oliver to his car, 

“Nice ride” Oliver said.

“Thanks”

They arrived at a fine dining establishment with a dinner reservation for 7:00pm. Oliver ordered Lobster while his client ordered duck. 

They talked about the job market, ethical issues, etc while waiting on their meals and as they ate their meals. Cody surprisingly made for good conversation and wasn’t full of himself much to Oliver’s surprise. 

[White guy, far left type of kat. Works in corporate american but actually gives a damn. Yeah, he’s a keeper.]

Cody grew up in a rather liberal household southeast standards. He came out to his parents at 15, he had a long term relationship that last about three years. After that breakup, he has been happily single but likes to have fun. They returned to the hotel where they ended their night. Oliver suggested that they chill in the hot tub on the 5th floor initially. “Gotta get out of these clothes first” Cody said.

“Fair enough” Oliver said as they entered the elevator.

Upon entrance of the hotel room, he pointed Cody to the bathroom. “Alright I’ll see you in a bit”.

TO BE CONTINUED WITH PART 6

STORY SYNOPSIS

CHARACTERS