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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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maybe forever (Javier x Reader) [smut] (part 3)

Title: maybe forever Rating: Explicit Length: 3,400 words Warnings: Smut (unprotected, blowjob/oral sex (m receiving), fingering, mild angst, fluff, daddy!javi Notes: part 3 of (maybe/today) (now the whole thing is called maybe today, maybe forever). Dedicated to @grapemama aaaaand of course @rzrcrst for providing me with the best name for the baby. Summary: Two weeks after “today” Javi and Reader make plans.

Javier sat a stack of papers down on the coffee table in front of you as he peeled off his black leather jacket. “She already asleep?” He questioned, nodding his head down the hallway towards Josie’s bedroom.

You nodded, taking the last pull from your bottle of beer as you stood up. “The sitter had her nephew there today and I think all the excitement wore her out. She was out like a light, seconds after I put her down.”

“Of course she did,” Javier shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck as he sank down on the sofa, stretching his legs out to rest on the coffee table. “I bet you if I had come home early, she’d still be wide awake.”

“Always.” You laughed, heading towards the fridge for another beer. “You want one?”

“If you don’t mind, baby.” Javier answered, already engrossed in his paperwork when you got back to the sofa. You settled down beside him, curling your legs beneath you as you watched him work. The situation with the Cali Cartel had led to a surprising amount of paperwork — between the DEA, CIA, and the Columbian authorities Javier was constantly having to file a stack of paperwork for every decision he made on the case.

“Do you want me to stay out here?” You questioned, turning the volume on the TV down so it wouldn’t distract him.

He didn’t look up from the page he was reviewing, reaching over and giving your thigh a squeeze. “Yeah. I could use the company.”

You sat your bottle down on the coffee table, leaning towards him so you could play your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Don’t work yourself too hard, Javi. You can finish it up at the office tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll just have another fucking stack to deal with ontop of this bullshit.” He complained, reaching for his bottle and taking a swig. “Look how many fucking trees we’ve killed trying to shut down the cartel.”

“Throw a stack on my desk tomorrow. I’ll help.” You offered, stroking your fingers through his hair.

“I appreciate that,” He drawled out warmly, sitting the stack of papers down on the coffee table before he turned to look at you. Javier rested his hand on your bare thigh, his fingers splaying out across your warm skin. “How are you?”

“Better now that you’re home.” You answered with a smirk, shifting closer to him.

“Yeah?” A brow quirked upwards as he ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap while I keep working a little bit longer.” He offered.

Who were you to say ‘no’?

“Don’t you think I’ll distract you?” You questioned, dancing your fingertips down the back of his neck. You moved to straddle his lap, your knees pressing into the sofa on either side of his thighs. “Like this?”

Javier slid his hands down your back, giving your ass a playful tap. “Just a few more pages, baby. Then I’m all yours.” He promised, his mustache tickling you as he pressed a row of kisses along your jawline. He hesitated, sighing heavily. “It still hasn’t faded.”

Your hand went instinctively to the bruise he’d left on you nearly two weeks ago. It had been a lot worse looking at the start. “It’s almost gone.” You brushed your fingertips down the column of his throat, smoothing them over the skin where his chest was exposed. “Don’t worry about it Javi.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He confessed, sinking back against the sofa with a heavy sigh. “It could’ve been me.” He dragged his hands along your legs where they were draped over his thighs, before he curled them around your hips.

“But it wasn’t.” You played with the hair that had fallen against his forehead, ruffling it back as you leaned forward to kiss him. Your breath danced over his lips as you pulled back enough to speak. “And now everyone knows about us.”

Javier’s hand made its way up your side, winding through your hair as he cradled the back of your head. “They’re gonna get sick of hearing me brag about how perfect Josie is.” He smirked, nipping at your bottom lip.

“I think Chris already is.” You laughed, bumping your nose against his.

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “He’s just pissed that he can’t keep shaming you for being a single mom.” He squeezed your hip, his thumb brushing over your hip bone through your cotton shorts. “I should’ve done that sooner.”

“We both thought that keeping this,” You gestured between you. “Quiet was a good idea.” Admittedly, it had been hell. Especially in the beginning — in those weeks and months after you both agreed to give a relationship a try. He was still getting intel out of hookers, he just wasn’t actually fucking them. The entire office thought he was, of course. But he wasn’t. The only person warming his bed had been you.

Javier had barely controlled himself when the guys in the office started making thinly veiled sexist comments about your predicament. ‘I don’t blame your baby daddy for hightailing it out of here. Who wants to be saddled with a kid in this hellhole?’ and ‘You don’t even know who the father is? Wouldn’t have pegged you for that kind of lady.’ He defended your honor, as much as someone who was just your partner would.

No one knew that he was the one holding you at night when the hormones had gotten the best of you and you cried like a baby. Well, now they knew.

You shifted your hips forward on his lap so you were settled directly atop his bulge. “Do you still want to work on the files?” You questioned, slowly grinding down against him.

He dragged his hands up your bare thighs, his breath hot against your lips as he tilted his head. “I really should, baby.”

Despite his words, you undid two more buttons on his shirt. “Are you sure?” You questioned, rocking your hips again. You ghosted your lips over his, before you made the motion to get off his lap. “If you insist.”

Javier’s hands tightened around your hips. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” He questioned, bucking his hips up beneath you, his denim clad cock dragging against the soft fabric of your shorts.

“Fuck.” You hissed out, curling your fingers around the back of his neck.

“You like that?” Javi questioned roughly, holding your hips steady as he moved beneath you.

Your lips parted with a soft moan and you nodded your head in response. That wasn’t good enough, though. He stilled beneath you, fingers gripping your hips tightly. “Use your words, baby.”

“Don’t be a dick, Javi.” You hissed out, scraping your nails over his scalp as you dragged them through his hair. “I want to come.”

Javier chuckled. “Was that so hard?”

“I dunno.” You smirked. “You’re awfully hard.”

He snapped the waistband of your shorts. “Get these off.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You slid off his lap, shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, never taking your eyes off his face. Instead of returning to your spot on his lap, you pushed the coffee table out of the way and knelt down on the floor in front of him.

“Baby—”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you looked up at him, sliding your hands along his inner thighs. “You’ve been so stressed lately, Javi.” You said sweetly, reaching up to unbuckle his belt, dragging it out of the loops and tossing it aside. “Let me take care of you.”

Javier brushed his fingers over your cheek, his lips parting with a crooked grin. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You grinned back at him with a shrug, “I’ve wondered about that myself.” You teased as you popped the button of his jeans. You kept your eyes on his as you slowly dragged the zipper down, fingers delving into his pants.

Rising up on your knees, you leaned forward and trailed your mouth over his cock through his boxers. His fingers tangled in your hair, gathering it up so he could watch you. You were just teasing him, letting your hot breath play over his hardening cock.

You reached up and started fumbling with the last three buttons of his shirt, never ceasing your teasing. Your hands roamed over his newly bared skin, nails lightly scraping over his stomach as you traveled downwards, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Javier’s hips lifted up off the sofa to help you, but you pressed your palms flat against his thighs. “Keep the jeans on.”

Javier’s lips parted as he stared down at you, “Goddammit.” He breathed out, rubbing at his neck.

You smirked up at him as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock, holding him steady as you wrapped your lips around him. You took him in slowly, your tongue swirling around him until he hit the back of your throat.

His fingers tightened in your hair, enough to make you moan at the hot mix of pain and pleasure that rushed through your veins. “You look so pretty like that, baby.” He drawled out, his voice rough with desire.

Encouraged by his praise, you started moving your mouth along his length. God, the sounds he made as you lavished him with attention made your cunt throb. Between the increasing pressure at work with the Cali Cartel, Javier moving into the apartment, and Josie — you hadn’t had much of a chance to enjoy your time with him. Not since the shower.

You pulled back nearly completely, keeping your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. You sucked lightly, before releasing him with a wet pop. You grinned up at him, your lips glistening with saliva, before sweeping your tongue over the tip of him.

“Fuck.” Javier groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked down at you. “Get up here.”

Defying him, your lips parted and you took him back into your mouth once more. His fingers tightened in your hair, dragging you off his cock. “Did you hear me?”

You swept your tongue out over your bottom lip, batting your eyes as you looked up at him with your best look of innocence. “I did.”

“Get. Up. Here.” He punctuated each word with a clench of his fingers in your hair. You moaned at the rush of arousal you felt between your thighs and you didn’t resist this time. Planting your hands on his thighs, you stood up on unsteady legs — straddling him once more.

Javier’s mouth crashed against yours. The hand that he’d had tangled in your hair grabbed at the back of your neck. You rose up on your knees, reaching between you to grab his cock, but he caught your wrist. “Wait.” He panted out, scraping his teeth over your bottom lip.

You blinked at him, eyes burning with desire as you held his gaze.

“Look how wet you got, just from sucking my cock.” Javier taunted as he dragged two fingers between your slick folds. Your eyes fell closed as you savored the sensation of finally being touched. “Look at me, baby. Wanna see your eyes.”

You nodded your head at his request, lashes fluttering as you met his dark eyes. “I’ve missed it.”

“I could tell,” He brushed your hair back behind your ears, playing with the strands that were stuck to your sweat-damp skin. “We’ve got to do this more.” Javier marveled at you, soft words spilling from his lips as he pressed two fingers into you. “I miss you all the damn time, baby.”

Leaning forward, you cupped his cheek as you kissed him. Your tongue played over his bottom lip, a moan caught between your mouths. He languidly worked his fingers in and out of you, his thumb ghosting over your clit with never enough pressure to push you over the edge.

You trailed your hand from his cheek, letting it rest at the curve of his neck. Breathing raggedly, you pulled back from the kiss, your lips still brushing against his as you spoke. “I need you, Javi.”

Beyond words, he gave a quiet grunt in response. He barely gave you a chance to mourn the loss of his fingers, before his cock was pressing into you. You clenched around him, rolling your hips downwards.

Javier held you steady as he thrust his hips upwards, driving into you. You had missed being with him like this. The intimacy of it. As much as you had loved the way he’d taken you in the shower — you had wanted this. You had needed this. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm, the way he kissed you like he never wanted it to end, the way he promised that he loved you in between every touch of his lips.

You clung to him desperately as your body tightened around him, your orgasm milking his own release from him. He groaned out your name, hips still rocking upwards as you both came down from your high.

Sometime after you’d regained control of your breathing, you carefully slid off his lap and collapsed lengthways on the sofa beside him. Javier gave your leg a squeeze before getting up off the sofa. He tucked his cock back into his boxers, doing up his jeans as you wandered down the hallway to the bathroom.

You reached for your long-forgotten beer, taking a swig off it as you watched Javi return with two damp washcloths in his hand. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you,” He answered with an affectionate smile.

Javier used the first cloth to wipe at your face, cleaning away the mascara that had run down your cheeks, and the mess of saliva that had dried to your chin and lips from sucking his cock.

You stole a kiss once he was done, smiling back at him. “Now you’ve got me wondering what I did to deserve you.” You pushed your fingers through his messy hair, playing with it idly as he used the second damp cloth between your thighs, wiping away the mix of your arousals.

“Probably too damn much.” He remarked, brushing his fingers over the yellowing bruises on your hips. Javier met your eyes, “I love you.” You swore your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too.”

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“You shouldn’t have said ‘no’.” You stated as you stood at the stove, stirring the simmering pot of pasta sauce. “They’re just going to throw a bitchfit on Monday.”

Javier shrugged as you looked over your shoulder at him. “You can’t blame a man for wanting to spend his weekend at home.” He remarked, cradling Josie to his chest as he sat at the kitchen table with her.

You arched a brow at him.

“Baby, it’s not a situation I wanna be put in anymore. Chris can handle it.” He held Josie up so her feet were resting on his legs, trying to stand on her own and failing. He supported her securely, letting her bounce and giggle.

“I just don’t want there to be any issues.” You sighed, lips drawn into a thin line as you turned another burner on to start the pasta. As it was, you hadn’t been assigned outside of the office since the pair of you had come clean with the talking heads above you.

“Look,” He started, pausing so he could shower Josie with kisses — making her squeal and babble with joy. “I’m burning the candle at both ends at the office. I just wanna be home with my girls this weekend. Shit, you’re acting like this is a bad thing. Did you have other plans or something?”

You cracked the pasta in half and dumped into the water, putting the sauce on a lower heat setting before you walked over to the table. “It’s not a bad thing. I just don’t want you screwing up and getting heat for it.” You ran your hand over his broad shoulders, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “We’re both glad you’re here.”

Josie grabbed at you, blowing raspberries.

“Are you teaching your daughter bad manners again?” You arched a brow, pretending to be disappointed in him.

Javi chuckled. “What can I say? I’m a bad influence.” He winked at you before looking back at Josie, his expression faltering after a minute. “We’re good. Right?”

Your heart clenched and you quietly admitted, “I just don’t want you to resent us.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Javier sighed.

Josie squealed, seeking attention. She reached out, tugging at Javi’s mustache before descending into a fit of giggles.

You leaned down and kissed the top of her head, before you headed back over to the stove to tend to the pasta, not wanting it to stick. You could feel his eyes on you as you kept your back to him as you finished working on dinner.

“I want out.”

“What?”

“Of the DEA.” He clarified. “Once this shit with the cartel is sorted out, I wanna get out.”

Your brows furrowed together as you looked back at him, “Okay.”

“Do you—”

“Yeah, I do.” You strained the pasta out over the sink, sitting the strainer aside to cool. “Where will we go? Back to the states?”

“Maybe Miami.” He suggested. “We can go annoy the shit out of Murphy.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I see what this is all about.” You teased. “You just want to partner up with Steve again.”

“You caught me!” Javier got up from the table, nestling Josie into one arm as he walked over to the fridge to get the bottle of wine out for you. He was good at helping around the apartment, which had honestly shocked you.

“I think I’d like that.” You chewed on your bottom lip, brows still furrowed as you continued working on platting up the spaghetti. “It’ll be a change.”

“Hey,” He drawled out, hooking a finger in your belt loop to pull you close.

“Hmm?” You tilted your chin to look at him, your lips quirking upwards at the corners.

“I’m trying to do right by you and Josie, alright?” Javi’s hand curled around your hip, keeping you there. “I don’t wanna get caught in crossfire and I sure as hell don’t want to go undercover and fuc — flirt — with hookers all weekend. I want this. I’m all in.”

You smiled up at him, “I want it too.” Rising up on your toes, you pressed a kiss to his lips before turning your attention to Josie who was making gurgling sounds to get attention. “I know things started out rocky,” You took her out of his holding, cradling her in your arms so she was facing him. “But I don’t want to lose this.”

“You’re not.” Javi assured you, leaning down to press kisses to Josie’s forehead and cheeks, before planting one on your lips too. “You’re stuck with me, baby.”

“I can’t think of a better person to get stuck with.”

At the start you’d worried that maybe you’d only get to keep him for a month, maybe six. You’d worried yourself to death that he’d wake up one morning and realize he didn’t want this — Josie, you, this life. You could’ve done it all on your own, but you didn’t want to. You wanted him. You wanted this.

The baby, the partner, the condo in Miami; taking Josie to the Everglades National Park to see alligators, ice cream on the beach. Or anywhere. You’d go wherever you had to, just to have a fraction of that.

Javier gave your ass a playful swat as he stepped around you, “Let’s have dinner. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get her down for the night.”

You rolled your eyes, “I should’ve known you had ulterior motives.” Bouncing Josie in your arms, you watched him help himself to the pasta and sauce, fixing your plate too. “I bet I could convince abuelita to watch her for a couple hours tomorrow.”

He smirked. “I love the way you think.” He plucked out a piece of pasta from the strainer, tilting his head back to slurp it into his mouth — all for show for Josie.

“Your daddy’s silly, isn’t he?” You kissed the top of her head and smiled brightly. This was the man no one at the DEA got to see. This was the Javier only you knew. The goofball, the adoring father.... the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

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svankmajerbaby · 4 years

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i was tagged by @punkenglishnerd - thank you very much, and i’m sorry for being so late!!!

🎃 Pumpkin: Favourite season? spring, because it’s my birthday... and usually the first days of spring are rainy, but then it’s sunny and not very hot yet, so i can dress in layers but i can still bask in the sunshine. i really like autumn too, because while at first it’s too hot to do anything, when it starts to cool down it’s a delight

👻 Ghost: Do you get scared easily? it really depends... for some reason gore doesn’t faze me much, and i’ve become kind of desensitized to a lot of typical horror stuff. but i’m terrified of r*pe scenes, they leave me very nervous and in general a lot of realistic horror, like abuse, torture and the like, gets me very anxious and stressed... i don’t know if i’d call that fear exactly, but if it does, then yeah, i’m a scaredy cat :^/

🎃 Candy Corn: What’s your favourite kind of candy? dark chocolate!! i love really bitter chocolate, or chocolate covered peanuts -that’s what i used to ask for when i went out with my family to the cinema

👻 Vampire: What is your favourite supernatural creature? any sort of manmade creature!!! i really like automata, frankenstein monsters, golems, creepy dolls... but i also love the concept and the symbolism of ghosts and haunted houses......

🎃 Witch: If you could have any superpower, what would it be? i really don’t know... there’s so much i’d like to do... i’d love to be able to speak any language, but i think it’s not really a superpower? since this is halloween themed, i’d have to say telekinesis (matilda was one of my favorite childhood books) and being able to shrink. i’d love to be small as a mouse and wander around the house

👻 Trick or treat: What was your favourite Halloween costume? i dressed as a witch several times!! we don’t celebrate halloween here in argentina, but still there were some birthdays or club parties which were kind of a replacement halloween celebration?? once i went as candy-skull-frida kahlo, and i still think that was my most complex costume... but i really loved dressing up as a witch when i was little, with my green and black striped socks and my witch hat and my long sleeved black top >:^)

🎃 Black cat: Are you superstitious? nah

👻 Ouija Board: If you could change your name, what would you change it to? i used to hate my name casandra, because everyone was called camila or martina or daniela or more “normal” names, and i thought mine was weird... but i still wanted to stand out, so i pretended my second name was miranda, for some reason?? and for some time i was convinced i should change my name to miranda. but after a few years ive grown to like my name, even if i think it does sound kinda pretentious (my parents gave it to me, so its not my fault!!). i’ve also grown to like the other name they would have given me, bruna, which at first i hated but now i kinda love?? maybe i’d change it to that. but i like my name, currently

🎃 Graveyard: Do you know any good scary stories? hmmm the only one that’s like, a scary story, is one i was obsessed with, that was in a book at my school library -i think it’s pretty well known -about the girl with the green ribbon tied around her neck, who has a boyfriend that asks her why she wears it, and she doesn’t say, until she’s in her deathbed and she tells him he can take her ribbon off and he does and the girl’s head falls off. that story lived in my head 24/7, along with actual short stories like the black cat, the telltale heart, the oval portrait, the masque of the red death... i considered metamorphosis by franz kafka a horror story, too, so i guess i’ll add it here. oh, i know!!!!!! one that i think a lot of people don’t know about. the feather pillow, by horacio quiroga. a young couple move to the countryside, and while the husband is away at work, the woman stay at home all the time. the woman falls ill, and the doctor tells her to stay in bed and rest. she gets worse and worse, and withers away. her husband worries but doesn’t know what is going on. the woman finally dies, and when the maid is about to clean the sheets, she notices that the pillow is extremely heavy. and then -she and the husband and the doctor realize -there was a tick, a blood-sucking bug inside the pillow, a typical goose tick that, when given time, can drain a whole person of all their blood it’s better the way the author wrote it, i think i’m selling it short

👻 Skeleton: Have you ever broken a bone? no, i never did anything that could lead to that {:^) when i was younger i climbed trees and played in parks and stuff, but i never played any sports that could make me break a bone... i did break my knee or something?? i can’t remember, but my knee was sort of displaced during a school camping trip in which i got out of the shower and slipped badly

🎃 Werewolf: What is your favourite urban legend? oooooo there’s a bunch from the local high-class cemetery, the Recoleta Cemetery (though i can’t remember any of them very well), where there’s a lot of great urban legends, most of them from the nineteenth or early twentieth century, like one of two star crossed lovers -a young woman who fell for a french soldier visiting argentina -and when he died in the battlefield, she died as well and haunts her grave ever since... or, well, the famous ones like whatever happened to evita’s corpse, which is kind of squicky but still sort of morbidly fascinating??

👻 Horror flick: Do you like scary movies? Boy Do I. i love frankenstein (1931), crimson peak (2015), corpse bride (2005), blood tea and red string (2006), cat people (1942), abominable dr phibes (1970), gaslight (1944), institute benjamenta (1995), little otik (2000), little shop of horrors (1986), picnic at hanging rock (1975), carrie (2013), a girl walks home alone at night (2014), the magic toyshop (1987), faust (1926), mildred pierce (1945), the devil’s backbone (2001), sleepy hollow (1999), the raven (1963), the fly (1958), cronos (1993), the man who laughs (1928), the babadook (2014), whatever happened to baby jane (1962), the cabinet of dr caligari (1920), aaaaand.... the night of the hunter (1955)

🎃 Haunted house: Would you prefer to live in the city or the country? city all the way. i need cinemas, and libraries, and theaters!!!!

👻 Zombie: Do you think that you could survive a zombie apocalypse? oh, no... i’d probably try to kill myself so i can keep myself from being bitten and hurting other people

🎃 Cauldron: What kind of potion would you make if you had the opportunity? some sort of health potion? i wish people didn’t die of perfectly preventable or curable diseases...

👻 Full moon: Do you prefer nighttime or daytime? daytime, particularly the afternoon

🎃 Corn maze: What is your favourite autumn activity? eating, basically; last autumn i spent it baking, i think. i can’t remember, by this point... we don’t have any particular “autumn traditions”, i think...

👻 Broomstick: What exciting places have you travelled to? i really enjoyed istanbul, with all the cats and the beautiful architecture, i’d like to go back ;_; but i also loved prague a lot, we went in winter and it was all snowy and lit at night and it was such a beautiful place... portugal was a surprise, i liked it a lot more than i expected!!! i miss edinburgh a lot, too, even if it’s a bit too stuffy for me, i still liked it.... and berlin, i think i was in berlin for too short a time. i loved the cinema museum so much, and everyone was so nice, and the city has so much fascinating history... and i also miss athens -again, i was surprised, and i spent very little time there, but everything, the ruins, the modern city, the people, everything was gorgeous and wonderful... and dublin!!!!! dublin was amazing!! i’ve travelled a lot. i want to keep travelling. this year my family and i were supposed to go to russia, and i’m still kinda eager to go.

thank you so much for tagging me!!!!!! and sorry again for taking so long... i’m tagging (only if you want to do it!) @saumenschliesel, @flowerb-0y, @jacobaco, @majorabbey, @thatqueerweirdo, @sbongebob, @buffoello, and whoever else would like to do it!! i really enjoyed answering these asks :^)

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.4

Lance kept the rear view mirror on the two strangers in the back. The shorter one of the two was unfairly hot. Lance might never have had sex, out of fear of losing self control, the fact he was monster, and he didn’t know if he was going to knock some poor stranger up with some half vampire kid, but he knew well enough that the man was edging on his type. Untalkative, the man had his arms crossed, hand clutching the raspberry slushy Pidge had forced upon him. He looked as impressed to be in Lance’s car, as Lance was to have him there.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is it that you three do that has you out so late at night?”

Lance did mind. Thanks to Pidge these two strangers had been committed to memory for the rest of his undead life

“Man, you don’t want to get Pidge started...”

Hunk was also uneasy. He’d found his way into the bag of chocolate eclairs, the pile of wrappers now more than the chocolates left

“Oh? Pidge?”

“We’re paranormal investigators. You’ve heard all about Garrisons blood past... well, we’re going to be the first to capture it all on film”

Shiro raised an eyebrow, Lance accidentally meeting his eyes in the mirror, quickly averting his gaze back to the road

“Oh, but Lance is a lawyer... He’s the serious one who doesn’t believe in ghosts”

Thanks for that Pidge, now Shiro’s attention was on him

“You’re a lawyer?”

“Yep. Got the fancy piece of paper and everything”

“Wow. What kind of law do you practice?”

“Family”

Yeah, Lance knew his manners were lacking, he didn’t need Pidge kicking the back of his chair like she did

“Ah. That must be tough”

“Some days are worse than others, but it is what it is. What do you two do?”

It was on the tip of Lance’s tongue to mention the photography thing, but being a dumb human meant they didn’t always remember what was said

“That’s right, you said your brother was into photography?”

Aaaaand the attention was back on Pidge

“Yeah, Keith likes to take photos, it’s more a hobby than anything. I’ll save you the details and just say I’m in finance. Not terribly interesting”

Great. A finance guy right next to the registered hacker of the group...

“Sounds boring”

Shiro snorted a laugh. Lance cursing mentally that he now had Keith’s name in his head

“It has its moments. So you guys are into the paranormal? Ever see anything?”

“Not yet. But you never kno-ooow. Watch where you’re driving!”

Turning onto the dirt road that lead to his house, Lance could have probably been gentler on the ditch. Each year the council filled the damn thing up, only for it to all erode away with the first rains of the year

“If you’re not used it by now, you never will be”

“That’s because you can’t drive for shit”

“It sounds to me like you want to walk home in the morning”

“I’ll be good”

Lance’s lips betrayed him with a smile. Pidge would never “good”, her rebellious behaviour was just another thing about her to love

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve told me that a hundred times and I’m still waiting”

“Oh, shut it, dad”

“If I was your dad, you’d be grounded for life”

“That’s fine. People suck anyway”

“With no wifi”

Pidge lunges forward in her chair, an arm coming around him in a hug

“I’ll be good! Please don’t take my wifi away”

“As if I could. You’re the one who set it up”

“Oh, right. Guess I don’t need to be that nice to you then”

Licking his cheek, Lance wrinkled his nose

“You’re so fucking gross”

“You love me”

“That I do. We’re nearly home. Sorry it’s not much, I don’t really have visitors over. And I hope you’re not allergic to cats, Blue likes to shed all over the place”

In the back, Keith scoffed

“What kind of a name is “Blue” for a cat?”

How dare he insult Blue and her perfect little body of complete perfection. Blue was Blue, his number one girl, not a number one emo reject in the backseat of a strangers car because he hadn’t bothered learning basic maintenance

“I don’t know, what kind of name is “Keith” for a mullet”

When Shiro laughed, Lance was certain it was the man’s first real and genuine laugh for the night

“He’s got you there”

“Go fuck yourself”

Pidge laughed as Keith sulked. If he wasn’t good at taking a joke, then he shouldn’t be dishing it out. Not that Lance was one to talk

“Don’t mind him. He gets cranky when he’s sleepy”

The wrinkles between Keith’s eyebrows deepened at his brother’s explanation

“You’re the one who could have just got a hotel room”

“And you’re the one being rude. Lance, and his friends, are doing us a favour”

“Or they’re going to murder us in our sleep”

“Nah, man. That’s too much effort. I’ll make you a deal though, you don’t murder us and we won’t murder you”

Keith seemed even grumpier at Lance’s joke, Lance just anxious to reach his house already. This was terrible idea, a disaster in the making, and the plot of a pretty average b-grade movie. One thing was for sure though, he wasn’t wearing a matching bra and underwear, pretty much guaranteeing he wouldn’t be the first one murdered.

Parking by the steps of the porch, the rain started pelting down as Lance cut the ignition. Relieved to finally be home, he could see Blue sleeping on the windowsill of the living room, having decided to ruin yet another set of vertical blinds in her search for the perfect napping spot. Seeing her was what brought the greatest relief, not the warm light filtered between the blinds, and the knowledge his house would be nice and warm with his bed waiting for his tired arse. Opting to leave the equipment in the car for the night, Lance figured he’d collect it once the other’s fell asleep. All Pidge needed was the camera cards, and her laptop, which she was small enough to climb into the trunk for. God. He really didn’t want strangers in his house, judging things, and even worse, touching things. He liked all his things and he liked them where they were. Routine was key to keeping his sanity, and familiarity helped his Mami whenever he brought her home for a visit.

Fleeing from the car, they all managed to get themselves wet despite the short distance. The rain didn’t bother Lance, not when he couldn’t actually catch a cold from prolonged exposure to the cold. It was his guests his had to worry about

“Come on in. Leave your shoes by the door and I’ll grab us all some towels. Shiro, you and Keith probably don’t have a change of clothes with you, so I’ll lend you some robes now. You can chuck your stuff in the machine, then put it in the dryer before heading to bed. Hunk, wanna show them through the kitchen? I know we’ve got snacks, but I would kill for a glass of red”

“You got it, buddy”

The look in Hunk’s eyes seemed to question if he really wanted Shiro and Keith to know where Lance kept his knives. Hunk was too polite to blurt that out, not like Pidge who had no filter

“Out the way losers, I’ve got a date with my princess”

“My princess, is sleeping on the living room window sill. Don’t blame me if you get scratched”

“That’s just her way of telling me how much she loves me”

“Or how much you drive her insane”

“Rude, much. I’ll meet you guys in the kitchen when I’ve got my Blue”

Pidge pushed both her slushies over to Hunk, Hunk seemed nervous about left alone, but mentally rallied as he managed a smile

“The kitchen’s through here”

With three robes and a bundle of towels, Lance returned to the kitchen where Hunk had started stress baking. The signs were obvious, from the flour next to the mixing bowl, to Pidge sitting on the kitchen bench with an unhappy looking Blue held in her lap

“Sorry, some lazy arsehole didn’t sort the linen closest”

It was lie. He simply, really, truly didn’t want to deal with his visitors. Passing Shiro and Keith a robe and a towel each, Lance went on to wrap a towel over Hunk’s shoulders, then throw Pidge’s at her. Catching the towel, she managed to keep Blue contained in her lap, despite Blue’s displeasure

“Let me guess, that means you?”

Lance’s big blue eyes widened, shocked Shiro would make a joke

“Damn, Lance. I think I might just like this one”

“Oh, bite it, Pidge. Yeah. That lazy arsehole’s me. Even if there were more hours in the day, I’d still probably spend them sleeping. Did Hunk offer you guys a coffee?”

“Already on it, man. I’m whipping up some butter cookies to go with the tea”

Lance sighed to himself again, mentally of course because his mother would have smacked his arse had he done it out loud. He didn’t do guests for a reason. The feeding them thing was annoying

“I hope you don’t mind, but can you show us where the bathroom is?”

Right. They were wet. He was wet. He was supposed to be human, which meant sliding his robe on over his clothes, or rather starting too then realising it wouldn’t go on over his jacket. God. He was making an idiot of himself.

With his jacket over his chair, Lance flashed Shiro and Keith a smile

“Yeah, through here. You guys can go ahead and take a shower if you want. I mean, seperate showers, or whatever, no judgment if you’re into that kind of thing. Sorry, I’m not used to visitors. Feel free to use whatever you find in the guest bathroom, most of it’s Hunk and Pidge’s stuff they’ve left here, but there’s fresh soap bars and spare toothbrushes in the second drawer”

Someone needed to shut him up. Stitch his goddamn lips together, then bury him until his embarrassment worse off. Lance’s moves were still as he led his guests from the kitchen to the bathroom

“Here we go. I’ll put you in the spare room down here, and we’ll sleep upstairs. There’s not much down here, just my office which is the end room. Your room will be the next door up, it’s got two twins in there, so plenty of space. Pidge set up a charge pad, because you guys probably didn’t bring your chargers either. If you go all the way the other way in this hall, you’ll reach the laundry. Everything’s out in the open, so help yourself. I know this is awkward as fuck, and probably is for you two, but there’s no saying no to Pidge once she thinks something is a good idea. Oh, yeah, don’t be afraid to take your time, if you get lost, give us a yell”

Shiro thanked him, towing Keith into the bathroom by the arm. Lance not going to question that one. Not at all. Nope. Nooo... God that family had some good genetics though. Under all his brooding pouting, Lance had caught sight of Keith’s eyes... Eyes like two small galaxies had been captured and shoved in there. How they were so damn purple when he was human, Lance didn’t know, but fuck it was unfair.

When the bathroom door closed, Lance headed down to the office. Pidge couldn’t be trusted with electronic locks, leaving him the only option of dead locking the door. His explanation was that the cases he worked on deserved privacy, which his two friends respected. He’d let them in the office once to satisfy their curiosity, Pidge finding the sheer number of books boring. On the outside it appeared a normal office. Bookcases, filing cabinets, his framed diploma, laptop, printer, all those sorts of normal office things. His desk was organised around the clutter, that totally wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help he had a weakness for quirky stationary. His current favourite pen was decorated with dancing cacti. The small things in life helped him deal with life’s less than pleasant things. Under his desk were the only two anomalies of the room. On the left, instead of drawers, was his wine rack. On the right, behind the drawers, was his fridge. Lance might be the worlds biggest klutz with his glasses on, but he wasn’t stupid enough to leave his blood bags where everyone could see them. Locked behind a heavy iron door, the previous fireplace of the room meant no one paid much attention to the outside protrusion where it once sat. He’d kept the decorative tiles in place, making a feature of it around his desk in order to keep the questions to a minimum. When it came to time leave his current set up, he was going to be devastated.

With precious minutes ticking down, Lance grabbed himself out the blood pack he’d started for the day. He never let himself go hungry, but with two strangers in the house it was better he let himself have a small feed just to keep his nerves in check. Grabbing down a wine glass and the closest bottle of Shiraz, he poured himself a double before pouring in a good double shot of blood. The bag was O+, not his favourite, yet not the worst. He wasn’t one of those blood snobs that only every drank one type. He was grateful for what he could get, and more grateful to the people who donated their blood under their own free will. Naturally they were compensated for their blood and their time, Coran who ran the blood bank in Platt wasn’t a man to be messed with. Lance knew Coran wasn’t human, yet he had no clue what race he was, nor did he have any idea the race of his niece Allura who often helped out. The pair of them were the coordinators for most of Platt city, and the surrounding area, providing safe blood for those not in a coven or forced from a coven due to whatever reason, with in reason... He knew they weren’t human, as neither of them had aged a single day in all the years he’d known them... which was a pretty long time when he stopped to think about it... which he definitely didn’t have time to right now.

Straightening up his office, Lance then headed back to the kitchen. Hunk busy with the cookies he’d just placed in the oven, while Pidge was sipping on her slurpy. Blue knew she wasn’t supposed to be on the kitchen table, yet gave zero fucks, Lance striding over to scoop her up and pepper her with kisses, after placing his glass down carefully

“Who’s daddy’s good girl?”

Blue shot him look that expressed how little she thought of him, done with his craziness and protesting of her less than regal treatment

“Yes, I know. You don’t care, you just want your wet food and the blanket turned back on. It’s such a hard life”

Stooping to let Blue down, she gave him a look of disgust before licking at her fur as if to erase his pats. Picking up his wine glass again, he took another sip, feeling the way the blood coated his mouth as it slid down easily

“Well, that’s done. They’re in the bathroom now, doing whatever. I still can’t believe you volunteered my house”

Pidge shrugged

“I know if it was Matt who was stuck, I’d want someone good to help him out. I promise to pay for anything that gets damaged”

“Damn, girl. How much they pay you for that tour?”

Pidge shrugged again. They both knew she wouldn’t be paying, if she tried Lance wouldn’t let her

“Enough”

Matt was a bit of a tricky topic. He was a firm believer in all things paranormal and supernatural. For all her enthusiasm and research, Matt dwarfed Pidge’s knowledge by a long shot. Apparently when Pidge was younger Matt had got himself in a bit of jam chasing ghosts, since whatever had happened, he’d left to track things all across the world. Pidge missed him fiercely, and was left constantly cranky with her brother at his lack of regular updates

“Speaking of Matt, have you heard from him lately”

Lance was glad Hunk was the one asking, he’d stripped Pidge bare of all her defences, keeping her secrets at the same time as keeping her grounded

“Not for something like 3 months now. Dad said he was in Italy the last time he checked in with him. Mum worries herself sick when she doesn’t hear from him”

“Pidge, if he’s anything like you, then he’s fine. You Holt’s are a touch bunch”

Pidge sighed, Lance sympathising over how hard it could be not to hear from your siblings. There was nothing like the love and hate that came with having a sibling. Half the time you want to murder them in their sleep, but god help anyone else who messed with them. His whole family had changed after he’d been turned, they’d aged while he remained the same. Now he was getting depressed.

Sliding off the counter, Pidge threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a fierce hug

“I just... really miss him”

“I know you do. I’m sure he misses you, but he’s like you and once he’s off chasing something time looses all meaning”

“Yeah. I mean, I know he is, but sometimes it really...”

“Fucking sucks”

Pidge nodded as Lance finished her sentence for her. She was just a baby, while he was an old man of 44

“Have you messaged him lately?”

“Everyday”

That had to hurt even worse. 120 plus messages left on read

“Until he comes back, you’ll have to be happy with the two of us”

“I mean... if I reeeeeeally have to”

Hunk turned from the oven, enveloping both of them in a bear hug

“Group hug!”

Pidge laughed, faking an attempt at squirming her way out. Hunk laughing too as he lifted them both off their feet for a moment. Lance’s poor wineglass barely surviving the ordeal

“You two are stuck with me”

“Yep. We sure are. And we’re the luckiest people alive”

Well, Pidge was alive. His undead arse sure wasn’t getting any closer to living

“Okay, that’s enough, losers. I’m gonna go set the tapes up. Hopefully we’ll see something good”

“Or not. Not seeing anything is good too. Lance, go make sure she doesn’t edit the video in some way... I’m going to have nightmares tonight as it is”

“I’ve got you, bud. Come on, Gremlin. Let’s go set up your videos”

Lance had nearly let himself forget there were two strangers in his house. He couldn’t actually forget, but he was trying his damn hardest as he let Pidge’s techno-babble wash over him. He’d never met Matt in person, but Pidge’s missing him was bringing up how much he missed his own siblings. Mami would let him know how they’re doing, keeping him in the family loop. It had to be Papi’s funeral when he’s last seen them all. Lance lying through his teeth that he was named after his father, Lance, to pass off his young looks. He missed his papi. His papi had worked hard all his life, a farmer through and through, with every analogy somehow farm related. Especially when it came to his tractor, that was the man’s default go to when explaining anything, or attempting to have a father and son chat. He missed him something fierce, like he missed his siblings. None of them had invited him to his papi’s wake, Lance felt like he shouldn’t even be at the service, but his Mami gripped his hand and kept him close the whole time. She was the only one who wasn’t afraid of him. Lance hated them all for leaving him, but he loved them all because when they were kids things were so much less complicated. Late night bonfires, hunting on the farm, surfing, dancing in the rain. Huge family Christmas’s where it felt like everyone in town showed up. Kids in and out the the house, not like Christmases now days where he’d spend time with his Mami in the morning, taking her to church for mass then out for a drive, blow off his friends, binge bad rom-coms come evening and cook a feast up for Blue.

Smacked in the face with a flying TV remote Lance was forced back out of his self loathing shell. He had a good life, and even better friends. There was nothing wrong with the way he lived, and he had a sense pride in the work he did. Not all cases went his way, but he his head on better than most as far he was concerned

“What the fuck?”

“That’s for tuning out when I was trying to talk to me”

“You hit me in the face”

“Good. I was aiming for you chest, if that help”

Lance rose a finger to poke at his eyebrow where the remote had hit, there didn’t seem to be any blood, so he supposed he could let Pidge off

“You have my undivided attention. What did I miss?”

“I was saying it’s good to go, whenever Hunk gets here”

“You know he’s really going to have nightmares tonight”

“Then he can crawl into bed with you”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Uh, hello. I’m a girl, and Shay’s a girl”

Lance rolled his eyes

“Really? I hadn’t noticed”

“I’m just saying, don’t wanna make things complicated”

“There’s nothing going on between you two. It’s fine, you’ve shared a bed before”

“But not when Hunk was this close to finally getting a girlfriend”

Pidge held her fingers together, rather than the normal tiny gap

“Fine, but he sleeps in your room and you sleep with the light on”

“What are we? Twelve?”

“Awww, did little Pidge sleep with the light on all the way up to 12?”

“Oh, fuck you. You’re only like 2 years older than me. I bet you kept your night light on until you last night”

Pidge’s face said she was thinking over her words, knowing that something didn’t quite sit right in what she’d said, but if he was to point that out, he’d be hit for having the nerve

“Yep. I’m completely hopeless. Who knows what lurks in the dark. What if the monster under my bed attacked my feet because they hung over? What would I do then?”

“You’re such an arsehole”

“Hey, Blue has a stage where my toes were her mortal enemy”

“I’m going to tell Blue you’re going around telling everyone she’s a monster”

“By definition, all cats are arseholes. She knows she’s the cutest little monster that’s too tiny to take me down”

“Dude, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger?”

“Oh, so Lance has a girlfriend?”

Caught up in Pidge, Lance hadn’t heard Shiro approaching. He damp near jumped out of his skin at the unexpected voice

“No, this loser is unlucky in love, like the rest of us”

“Ah...”

Shiro sounded confused, Lance embarrassed

“We’re talking about my cat. She’s a pint sized monster. She’s probably going to be cranky all night because I didn’t give her more wet food”

“Ah, I see now...”

The silence that fell was awkward as fuck... Right. He had to be a good host

“We’re going to watch what Pidge filmed tonight, if you’re up to it. Hunk’s cookies should be done soon...”

“Oh, I was thinking Keith and I might just head to bed. You know, get out of your hair”

“Dude, you have to try Hunk’s cookies. They’re like a gift from god”

Shiro gave a nervous laugh, not everyone got Pidge’s humour, or brashness

“When you put it like that, how can I say no?”

Pidge clapped her hands

“Excellent. Now, the most important thing of all, do you believe in ghosts?”

“I can’t really say one way or another. I do have a friend that’s into that sort of thing”

“Then the next time you talk to them, you’re going to sound like a total expert. Sit down and buckle up, it’s time for an adventure into what lies beyond”

Pidge waved her fingers as her voice adopted a spooky tone for the “what lies beyond” part. Poor Shiro was coping Pidge totally nerding out. At least if she managed to scare him away, Lance wouldn’t have to worry about crossing paths with him, or his brother, ever again. Ugh. Being nice was exhausting.

#once bitten twice stupid #vampire Lance #vld au #ashratherose #mpreg #waaaaaaay future references #klance

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in-class-daydreams · 4 years

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Parlay | (Kuroo x Reader) | Chapter 6

- Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)

Word Count: ~1,600

Genres: Fluff, angst if you squint, general buffoonery

CW: Swearing, mention of intoxication, more secondhand embarrassment

Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kozume Kenma. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma’s volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay’s stakes only get higher each time.

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With Oikawa on the court, and with the opposing team so unprepared for him changing the team’s dynamic, the whistle blew soon enough and Tokyo U had secured their victory. The team lined up in front of their school’s spectator section and said their thanks. (Y/N) noticed Kuroo’s eyes roaming the stands as if he were searching for someone. Stating they had a history exam in the morning, Shusei and Tamaki said their goodbyes, though not without Shusei lamenting not getting to meet ‘them hotties’ with (Y/N).

“Kenma! You were so cool today!” The setter caught her in his arms when she nearly tackled him outside the locker room. She continued poking fun at him as he blushed and looked away.

“Hey, hey, hey, who’s this cutie?” the eccentric spiker from before came up to them with the Pretty Number 6 beside him. Kenma sighed at his loudness.

“(Y/N), this is Bokuto Kotarou and Akaashi Keiji.”

(Y/N) bowed, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Both of you played beautifully today.” Akaashi thanked her politely for the compliment while Bokuto struck a power pose.

“Oya, you’re Kenma’s friend? You wanna come get drinks with the team after this?” Bokuto asked. (Y/N) shook her head in embarrassment at the idea of spending time drinking with a group of guys.

“Oh no, I couldn’t intrude on a team event. You guys should celebrate your victory together as a team, not with some spectator,” she protested.

“Please, you wouldn’t be intruding,” Akaashi spoke up. God, even his voice was pretty, “The event isn’t so exclusive. We’d love to have you.” No one can really resist a request from the pretty setter, so (Y/N) reluctantly agreed.

“All right! The cutie is coming to our party!” Bokuto leaned in, “But don’t think I’m reducing you to ‘cutie’, and please don’t hesitate to tell me if any of my nicknames for you make you uncomfortable.”

(Y/N) smiled at his sweet words and told him he’d done nothing to make her feel unsafe. He gave her a grateful smile in return. The sound of squealing reached her ears once more, signifying a certain someone’s appearance.

“Ah, and who might this cutie be?” the newcomer asked teasingly, holding out a hand for her to shake, “It’s been a while since our court was graced by a girl so pretty~”

Playing along, (Y/N) took his proffered hand, which he turned and brought up towards his lips. Iwaizumi’s large hand came into view when it smacked into the Oikawa’s face.

“Stop being greasy!” he scolded.

“But Iwa-chan, it’s just (Y/N)-chan!” Oikawa whined.

“I don’t care. Don’t flirt with girls that way. It’s not classy.”

“He’s right, Tooru. Your charms have gotten a bit cheesy since we last saw each other.”

“Ehhh? (Y/N)-chan, how could you say that?!”

By then, Kuroo was freshly showered, and ready to have a drink and relax. Exiting the locker room, he saw (Y/N) surrounded by his teammates.

“(Y/N)-chan, how could you say that?!” he heard Oikawa cry. (Y/N)-chan… -Chan? -CHAN?? Did she and Crappykawa know each other somehow? He frowned at the way she giggled at the brunette’s antics because… because she was flirting with him right in front of Kenma, of course! But, man, Kenma didn’t look concerned at all. In fact, he looked completely relaxed. Kuroo wondered if there was something he was missing.

“Sksksksk.”

“I’m tiktok famous!”

“Bitch lasagna~”

“WHAT ARE YOUUUUUUUU?!?! AN IDIOT SANDWICH???”

“AN IDIOT CHEF MAKES FOR AN IDIOT SANDWICH!!!!”

“Apple bottom jeans.”

“Boots with the jeans.”

“Shawty got jeans, jeans, jeans--”

“No, it’s ‘SHAWTY IMMA PARTY ‘TIL THE SUNDOWN’”

“Uhmmm nooooo….it’s ‘yo nice skirt’ get it right sksksks.”

Ah, boys. They are an enigma. College guys were just tall 8 year olds with muscles and student debt. Drinks was being hosted by the tall, intimidating, taciturn spiker that introduced himself politely as Ushijima Wakatoshi. The man in question was lounging near the minibar. The apartment was clean and modern, if not somewhat minimalistic.

Bokuto and Nishinoya, the energetic libero she’d met upon arrival, were somehow already shirtless and… having a flexing match, maybe? (Y/N) wasn’t entirely sure. It hadn’t been 20 minutes since they’d arrived, and (Y/N) had the sinking feeling that both of them were doing this completely sober. To the right of the large studio apartment, Kenma, Kuroo, and Oikawa were playing Pario Marty 8.

“Wahh, I wanted to be Peach!”

“Just be Rosalina!”

“But Tetsu-chaaaan, I wanna be the O.G. badass!”

Akaashi walked up to the counter and sat down beside her. He offered her a drink, which she declined, saying Iwaizumi was bringing her one. Settling into his seat, Akaashi followedr her line of sight to the group of idiots yelling at each other across the room.

“They’re always so loud like this. I’m not sure why,” he sighed.

Iwaizumi appeared to (Y/N)’s left and sat down as well. “Probably because they share one tiny brain cell between the two of them. Kenma has his own that he refuses to share.”

(Y/N) thanked him for the drink he handed her. Amused, she asked, “A whole brain cell? How many do those two have, then?” She gestured to the shotgunning challenge Bokuto and Noya were having.

“Zero,” her companions said in unison. The three of them laughed. They made small talk together about their majors, the match they played earlier, the tea house. (Y/N) thoroughly enjoyed the pretty setter’s company as well as getting to spend time with Hajime-kun again. Despite the overall chaos in the room, there was a certain warmth that came from spending time as a group like this.

“So it’s only 12:30 and Kuroo’s overly competitive ass has had EIGHT drinks already, right?” Bokuto had come down from his adrenaline high, humbled by his tragic loss to his much smaller opponent, and the owl-haired boy was content with embarrassing his his close friend, “Bro thinks he’s just tearing it up on the dance floor, but by then he was just kinda swaying a little, but it’s all good because he’s hot (no homo), and this group of college girls is in a booth makin’ eyes at him because, again, even if he’s deliriously drunk, he’s still hot as funk (no homo times two). Eventually, one of the girls struts over - all confidence and long legs and dang - anyway, they flirt a bit, and he gets invited to their table (tfti). I end up sitting at the bar and getting a drink, and when I look over, my boy is sloooowly leaning in, and I’m like, ‘Okay, Tetsu, get it!’ The girl’s friends had left the booth the give them a little privacy, but they’re still kinda watching from afar because, friends, yanno, and the girl has her eyes closed and she is ready for this kiss aaaaand...” Bokuto stopped for dramatic effect. “Homeboy misses her face entirely and faceplants into the table, dead asleep.”

His audience erupts in laughter and the wild-haired boy’s expense. Speak of the devil, as he walks up right as Kenma is starting his own story.

“At lunch today, (Y/N) was taking his order and--”

“DON’T TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THAT!” Kuroo screamed in horror. His teammates laughed even harder. Enjoying catching their scheming teammate off-guard, they pressed harder.

“What did you do, Tetsu-chan? Did you get lost in (Y/N)-chan’s eyes?”

“I bet he did that ugly laugh and scared her off.”

“Maybe he flirted too hard and got slapped.”

They took turns smacking Kuroo on the back, making the boy bury his head in his arms. He felt a smaller, softer hand, not like any of his teammates large, beefy hands, running its fingers through his hair. The tension in his shoulders immediately dissipated until he realized that only a few people had hands that gentle and only one who would actually comfort him right now.

‘(Y/N), I appreciate the thought right now, but if you keep touching me, I’m going to dIE,’ he screamed internally. His teammates ended up dragging (Y/N) away from him to play some sort of game he wasn’t really listening to the name of. As those delicate fingertips faded away from his scalp, he looked up discreetly to find (Y/N) already looking at him.

She gave him a smile, that smile he was beginning to see whenever he closed his eyes. He smiled back, but his eyes dropped to where hers and Oikawa’s hands were intertwined. The (Y/N) Kuroo had been spending time with as of late didn’t seem like that kind of person, but he knew men could be sharks, and he needed to make sure he wasn’t one of them.

For the sake of Bro-Code, and for the sake of Kenma’s relationship, Kuroo decided he had to really try to distance himself from her.

He had to, before he found himself in too deep.

(A/N): Hello everyone!! Things will start to take a turn that will make you wanna slap Kuroo through the screen...but for those of you who are Oikawa stans (I am too), we’re planning an Oikawa x Reader as well :) Once again, thanks for all the support it really means a lot to us! See you soon!

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Friends and Best Friends help you out when you’re drunk, but only best friends expose your ass afterwards. Hope you enjoyed!

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stephiebutton · 4 years

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So on Thursday before Coachella, my friend (who bows at the Altar of Ariana) sent me Ari’s posts on IG — one of the *NSYNC pay per view concert in which baby Ari was in the audience; and the new video of her lip syncing to Tearin’ Up My Heart. I thought maybe he was trying to convert me to an Arianator, but I honestly didn’t think much of it, nor did he, so I was just like ok, that’s cute!

On Friday, I had several people text me over a two hour timeframe when the rumors started spreading that *NSYNC may be playing Coachella—all while I was at work and couldn’t really wrap my head around it or even take the time to research it myself. At first I was like REALLY? Then I was like REALLY! By Friday evening, I knew something was going to go down, I just didn’t know what. I had convinced myself that they were going to perform, and that I had to be there, and I even researched flights and tickets; but then, I convinced myself that they were only going to introduce her, and I didn’t need to go. I was scheduled to close at work Sunday night, so I basically threw my hands in the air and was like “Oh well, I can’t go.”

Saturday rolled around, and I had a nagging feeling that I needed to try harder to make it happen, because whatever was going down was something that I needed to see. I knew that if I didn’t try everything I could, I would regret it. I had to close at work Saturday night, which means I had to be there around 3pm and work until 11:30pm. The gal that was scheduled to open on Sunday was still there when I arrived, so as she was getting ready to leave, I said “I need a favor...” and for some reason, I hesitated in asking her, like I didn’t really know what to say or how to say it, like the answer could actually change my life, so I just looked at her with a weird sideways smile, then finally asked if she could switch with me, so I come back and open Sunday morning instead of closing. She said she had to check with her family and see if they had plans, and she would get back to me. Thirty minutes after she left, she texted and said it was all good, that we could switch! From that point on, everything just snowballed. I had the biggest obstacle out of my way, so now to make the rest happen...

I went back and fourth about a ticket to the event. At first, I was like, “I’ll figure it out when I get down there,” like I usually do for most concerts I attend. I checked Stub Hub first, and was willing to pay whatever I needed to, but the only problem with that was because Coachella uses wristbands, not tickets, all bands had to be picked up in person. I called them to see what the latest pick up time was, and if anyone could pick up for me, and all other options I could think to exhaust, but it ended up not working out since I wasn’t going to get down there until much later. At that point, I was like “YOLO, I’ll find someone selling one outside!” But then I realized how late I was going to get there, and was like, “dude, if I don’t have a ticket by time I get there, no one is going to be hawking them; so I’m screwed!”

Then finally, I turned to the one place that scares me the most, Craigslist! I went through the posts, most were wristbands for Weekend 2, but I found one for Weekend 1, advertised for the cheapest I had seen any advertised, anywhere! I replied via text immediately, really not thinking I’d get a reply since the event was well underway and the wristband had probably already been sold. To my surprise, within minutes, the postee replied. I asked if it was still available, and he (I didn’t know if it was a he, she or other at the time) replied that yes, it was, but someone was supposed to pick it up later. But he also said that so many people had flaked already, that he wasn’t counting on it. After confirming it was a Weekend 1 wristband, I told him that I wanted it, 100%, guaranteed! The only problem was that he had advertised it from San Francisco and I was across the Bay, and I wouldn’t be able to pick it up until after midnight. He then replied that he was actually in Oakland, which happened to be the city right next to me! I couldn’t believe it! Aaaaand, it was only $200, which happened to be the EXACT amount of money I had in my wallet, and usually I don’t carry any cash at all! I let the mid shift manager know that I had to step out to make a miracle happen!

I’m not going to lie, I was like, “what if it’s a serial killer?!” “What if it’s a ploy to rob me?!” “Am I going to die?!” So I shared the address with the other manager in case the cops needed to know where to find my body. Two associates hugged me in case they never saw me again, and I was on my way. I texted the other manager when I got to the pick up spot, but I didn’t see her reply immediately, so I didn’t reply right away. She was worried that the “Craigslist murderer” kidnapped me and had been the one to text her that I was there safely, even though he had probably already cut me into pieces, just to throw off suspicion. 😂😂 😂 (we may or may not have seen too many SVUs or CSIs). All in all, it took less than 10 minutes to get there, less than 5 minutes for the exchange, and less than 10 minutes back. The course of my life changed in less than a lunch break! Now the second hurdle had been cleared.

I texted a few friends a picture of the Coachella box and they were all in semi-disbelief/not really surprised/kinda amazed/planning my *NSYNC junkie intervention. But they knew, if anyone was going on this adventure, it was me!

I had posted on Facebook trying to get someone to ride down to So Cal with me, so that I wasn’t traveling alone (I would have anyways, but company is always appreciated on long journeys). I was trying to talk my friends and fellow fans into winging it and coming along, but no bites. Finally, at about 9pm, one of my cousins replied and said she, her husband, and their baby girl were considering going down to Disney to join some of their family, and if I was still looking for some road dogs, they were in.

Schedule, check; wristband, check; road dogs, check. Everything was coming together.

I was home from work at 11:30pm, picked a few outfits, packed, showered, and was in bed by 2am. I met with my mom at 6:30am to exchange cars since hers was a little bit more current with the maintenance, and then I was back at work at 7am to get the building open and operating. The morning is still a blur. My fellow manager arrived at 11am, and I was out the doors by 11:30. I met my cousin and family at noon, and we were on our way. We got an hour into the drive and then the gas light came on. I was so excited that I had freaking forgot to get gas before we left! Like it never even crossed my mind. I had one mission, and I forgot all the steps I still needed to take to get there 😂. Luckily we were still close to civilization, so filling up happened, then we proceeded on the adventure of a lifetime. I think we only stopped a couple times for gas and a baby break on that six hour journey to our first stop. Let me tell you, my baby cousin is a true hero! That 5 month old was so well behaved, didn’t need a whole lot, and was just a little trooper. My cousin-in-law did a lot of the driving on the way down and I am so grateful for that, because it had already been a long day leading up to the trip, and it was going to be an even longer night...

We arrived in Anaheim around 6:15pm. They got checked in their room, my cousin-in-law took the car to fill up, while I got ready and prepped for the last two hour stretch of the trip.

I was officially en route to Coachella by 6:45pm. I remember eating very little all day because I just couldn’t, and I remember snacking on an apple and some goldfish during those last two hours to Coachella. (This is irrelevant but I’m throwing in all the deets I can recall).

I had never been anywhere near Coachella or Palm Springs, so I was really disoriented when I finally made it to that last highway before the getting to my destination. Traffic wasn’t horrible, but it was still quite a trek, so I was slowly getting anxiety with each passing minute. I followed directions directly to the fairgrounds, however, it was about 8:45pm at that point, and the streets were blocked a mile in every direction. I circled the area looking for anywhere to park, feeling helpless, I finally pulled over to ask someone what to do, and they informed me that parking had JUST shut down (at this point it was about 9pm). They suggested that I park at a shopping center and Uber in. I found a shopping center 3 miles away and requested an Uber. I was throwing things in my fanny pack trying to get it together because my Uber was on its way. The guy was only able to get me a mile and a half closer because of the street blockages, so I sped walked a mile and a half in, and started the winding path through the gates of Coachella.

I knew Ariana was scheduled to play at 10:30pm, and at this point it was probably 9:30pm, I was close enough, and I knew I would make it. I was no longer worried about making it in, but now I was having major anxiety and freaking out, and semi-crying at what might be happening in the next hour. There was a lot of talking to myself on that walk, the main message to myself was “BITCH BE COOL!” I knew it wouldn’t be a long line, since it was so late and the night was almost over. People were actually leaving as I was walking in and I’m thinking to myself, “don’t you people understand that *NSYNC is about to be on that stage?! Y’all are going to regret leaving early! I wonder how you are going to feel knowing you missed this when everyone would be talking about this in the morning!” But ya know what, not my problem. Their loss!

The walk into the festival felt just as long as the walk to the fairgrounds. It felt like miles of a fenced off path, which was made of dirt, but not just any dirt. The chunks of dirt were so huge, it was like walking on rocks. I was certain I was about to sprain my ankle, but I reminded myself that it would be worth it and the hospital would be there when it was over.

I made it through the gated path, nothing sprained, just a little sweat. I made it through security, and I was IN. I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I threw this trip together so last minute that I had no time to prep. I walked over to a tent covered stage. It was a big stage and I was like is this it?! I was looking for some sign labeling the stage or some list of set times, and found nothing. I asked around, the first two security people I asked were no help! One was so rude, he was like, “I don’t know, did you look at your map!” I’m thinking “mother f-er, don’t you think if I had a map I would know where the F I’m going, why would I waste my precious breath speaking to you?! I was like “dude, I JUST got here and there is no map and I need to know where the main stage is.” So his rude ass referred me to someone else who was nicer, but said that he didn’t know where the main stage was. I’m thinking “are you people kidding me?! How are you working the most popular festival known to mankind and you can’t tell me where the main stage is?!” A little panic started to set in. It was dark, it was getting late, her set was rapidly approaching, and I had no idea where I was going. So finally, I was referred to another guy, who actually pointed me in the right direction. He’s like “its all the way on the other side, past that tent, past the beer garden and you’ll see it.” The act that was on the stage I had first seen upon entrance had just started, and some people were running towards me to get to it, so I was going against traffic, but my destination was clear now. Once I had the stage in my sight, I stopped for a water. The girl selling those very reasonably priced water bottles (only 2 bucks! That was practically free in festival land) was like “I like your shirt” (an *NSYNC crop tee simply styled with *NSYNC across the chest. [PS I DON’T wear crop tops, but I figured, cuando en Coachella right?!]). And I simply asked, “this is the place right?” And she just enthusiastically nodded Yes. It was about to go down. I tried to locate a restroom, because I mean, I had just spent 2+ hours driving and chugging an energy drink and water, making no stops, but there were no restrooms in sight, and I was not about to walk back to the entrance where they were. I had done way too much just to get within eye shot of that stage, I figured, what’s a little pee in my pants?! It was probably gonna happen upon seeing *NSYNC for the first time in 17 years anyways! (PSS I didn’t actually pee my pants. I think my whole body had shut down at the point because nothing more was going to get in my way).

I kinda of walked back and fourth across the field, I walked all the way down the right side. I had one friend there already, but trying to get in contact with anyone in that mass of people was impossible. It was hard to tell where a good spot would be, because a lot of people were sitting down, so getting an accurate read was not happening. I knew just being there was all I needed, regardless of what I could or couldn’t see, but I really did want to see SOMETHING. My brain was all over the place, I was like “I could just start pushing through people. I could go all the way up front but all the way to the side,” the options were limitless. I ultimately didn’t want to cause any drama by pushing through people, I didn’t want a harsh angle of the stage, so I figured if I was semi central I would at least catch a glimpse of whatever was going down, no matter how far back I was standing. I couldn’t actually get centered because the sound and lighting booth was to my left and the people were too packed in to get through any further, not to mention there was a fenced off area in the middle for VIPs. (In fact, that’s where Billie Eilish and Justin Bieber were meeting. I remember seeing the crowd directly around that spot all holding up their lights and phones. I heard rumblings that it was Bieber, but I could not possibly care less, I’m not a fan [again, another irrelevant point, but it’s part of my memory, so whatevs!]) I settled on my spot and reminded myself that being there was enough. I’ve also done enough GA shows to know that when the show starts, people push in and up, so that was going to be my game plan.

By this time, it was probably about 10pm, and I only had thirty minutes to go! I was calm and quiet, because the ONLY thing I wanted in life might actually be happening, and I was there, I was a part of it. Ariana might have been a few minutes behind schedule, and I had no clue when the song I was waiting for would be coming, so I stayed calm and waited for it. It was the fourth song in, and when I heard the first cords to “Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored” I immediately started crying, and my camera went up in the air. If *NSYNC was actually going to be there, this was the song. This was my entire trip, the whole saga, coming to its peak, my dreams potentially coming true, 17 years of waiting. This was it!

I honestly couldn’t see much, and I didn’t even see them walk on the stage. This was either going to be the greatest moment of my life, or the biggest disappointment I’ve ever experienced. When the song came to a pause, and she looked over her shoulder, and then uttered the words I’d waited so long to hear again, I lost my whole ass mind. “Ladies and Gentlemen, *NSYNC!” I basically blacked out at that moment, and I only remember bits and pieces. I know I still couldn’t see, but what glimpse I did catch, I really only saw JC at first and I was like “is it just him?” And for a tenth of a second, I was thoroughly confused, but still getting my life and losing my ever loving mind! My eyes darted around, and I finally caught a glimpse of everyone else. (I also still didn’t know if Justin was there or not, because I knew it was physically possible that he be there, albeit, highly unlikely. Honestly, I’ll always love Justin, even though I can’t stand him much of the time, and I did secretly hope he would have made it to this, but I was perfectly fine with the fact that he ultimately wasn’t there). I didn’t know what my camera was recording, and I didn’t care, because this moment was everything. When the song ended, I stopped recording, because that was it...or so I thought. I had never even imagined that there would be more and I was so content with them just singing “It Makes Me Ill.” I didn’t have any time to process because immediately after that ended, “Tearin Up My Heart” started and my blackout went even darker. I managed to get my phone recording again, I still couldn’t see a thing, but it didn’t matter. What I do remember was the people right in front of me, looking back at me, and staring. I still have no idea why, because it could have been my screaming, it’s possible it was my singing, it might have been me sobbing, I may have even bumped them while jumping around. I was not aware of anything I was physically doing. I do remember Ari in the middle hitting that choreography so hard, and when Joey yelled “Let me see you jump!” I think that’s when I snapped back in to reality and I started processing things again. I went even harder with the dancing, singing and jumping, because it was one of those moments when I found myself actively living in the moment, and I wanted to live it the best I could. I’ve probably never smiled that huge in my life. As the song wound down, I stayed recording just in case more was coming (not that I needed anything else, because my life was complete in that moment), so I have them thanking the crowd and Ariana and that was a perfect way to wrap up that video.

Once they cleared the stage, I had to catch my breath, gather myself, and keep

from crumbling to the floor. I remember leaning over with my hands on my knees, trying to get my vision and hearing back. Attempting to process anything that had just happened. I had had a brief exchange with the guy next to me before Ari hit the stage and I was like “I’m here for *NSYNC” and I showed him my shirt. While I was trying to compose myself, he put his hands on my shoulders and was just like “OH MY GOD!” I think that was the general consensus of the crowd, because it was that epic. I stayed for her whole set, and appreciated everything she brought to the stage, but nothing would top *NSYNC. It was one of those show stopping, jaw dropping moments that could never be duplicated.

Because cell service had been so bad during the show, I just put my phone on airplane mode, as to not drain the battery, and I honestly, didn’t give a crap about the outside world. Not a lot of people knew I was going, and I didn’t want to jinx anything, so I kept the details of the trip very quiet, with the exception of a few friends I had texted or messaged directly. So once all was sang and done, I turned airplane off, only to be blasted with texts from friends who knew I was there, checking to see if I was still alive. Because I hadn’t replied immediately, a few of them thought I was dead in the dirt in the desert 😂😂😂😂.

The crowd was clearing out, and I was trying to coordinate a meet up with a friend of mine who scored a wristband earlier that same day. She was the only person I knew there, and I’m so glad I had someone to squeeze after the greatest moment of my life! We went to good ol’ Denny’s to hang out and further bask in the glory of the evening! We had mutual friends, and were pals on social media, but never had the chance to hang out together, so it was great to catch up and squeal about what we witnessed!

Finally, around 2am, I headed out of Indio, and I was on my way home. Yes, this trip was a down and back adventure. I knew it would be brutal, but I knew that it would be worth it. I drove about 3 hours up, and stopped to nap in the car, for what was supposed to be a 30 minute cat nap, but turned into a couple hours 😂. I was on a time crunch because I was due to be back at work at 11am. I got back on the road at 5am and the journey continued. I had exhausted so much energy at the show, that the last five hours of the drive home were harsh! I had to stop several times to stretch and keep my blood flowing, and at one point I knew I wasn’t going to make it to work on time, so I let my manager know. She knew I had gone, and knew I was insane, and was shocked I was still driving home, so she was cool with me coming in an hour or so late 🙏🏻. I made it home to shower and change, then made it to work for another nine hours. Although I was exhausted, I had the comfort of knowing that I had just experienced one of my top two moments in life (the other being the Star Ceremony) and the smile never left my face.

The entire adventure officially lasted less than 48 hours. I’m still amazed that everything went down the way that it did. I’m a strong believer in “if it’s meant to be, it will be.” And this was just another example of that being true for me, and especially when it comes to *NSYNC. I have experienced so many cool things and have countless memories thanks to those guys, and this moment will go down as one of the greatest!

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Unveiled - Chapter 3

You guys have been super encouraging today so...surprise! Here’s Chapter 3 early. And it’s kinda short, so. Might as well tack it right on.

Aaaaand chapter 4 will likely show up tomorrow sometime. I’M WEAK.

BTW make sure you’ve read chapter 2, I posted it earlier today. Links are beneath the header image.

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Epilogue

by MadLori Word Count: 2000 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Rating: NC-17 (like, heed this, please) Tags: Arranged Marriage, Modern Royalty AU, Mpreg, Not Omegaverse, No Consent Issues, Veiled Sex, Weird Traditions, Don’t Think Too Hard, Handwavey Biology

Definitely sex in this one.

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The Royal Bedchamber that his consort had mentioned in his message was not Zhenya’s bedroom, nor was it the Consort’s. Their respective rooms were almost next to each other, but not quite -- between them, and with a door leading to each, was the so-called Royal Bedchamber, which was used only during embargo for intimate relations. Once the Consort had conceived and the embargo was lifted, any intimacy they chose to engage in would take place in either of their own rooms.

Zhenya showered, scrubbing himself well. This was the first time he’d really be having relations with his husband -- the ritualized consummation during the wedding hardly counted. It was rare for sex between embargoed partners to reach the level of passionate lovemaking, but they could be more relaxed with each other, and enjoy a more personal experience, than they could do with a cleric standing over them.

The best part, though, was that even though Zhenya would still not see his husband’s face or even most of his body, he would definitely get to see his cock, and he was looking forward to it.

He suspected that his new husband was a man who appreciated punctuality, so he waited until precisely 3:00 pm, then opened the door into the bedchamber.

The consort was sitting on the large, low bed that was the main piece of furniture in the room. He’d changed out of the black drapings he’d been wearing earlier in the garden and into lighter, flesh-toned veils that still concealed him while being a little less forbidding. They covered him only to the middle of his chest and were entirely opaque; Zhenya wondered, not for the first time, how the consort could see through them. He straightened up as Zhenya entered. Sitting there on the bed with his legs folded under him, perked up at attention, the man looked like an eager schoolchild waiting to be called on. His consort had yet to speak a single word to him, but Zhenya was utterly charmed.

Zhenya shut the door behind him and lurked there for a moment, not quite sure how, exactly, to approach having sex with this man. Should he just climb aboard and go to it? Seemed so abrupt, and borderline rude. There was no need for pretense -- they both knew why they were here -- but that didn’t seem like any reason to abandon all niceties, just because they couldn’t make small talk or kiss.

His consort seemed to sense his hesitation -- he took a breath, unfolded his legs, stretched out and...well, there was no other way to put it...displayed himself.

Zhenya’s breath caught. His husband -- it still felt new and strange to even think the word -- was toned and muscular, with magnificent thighs and a narrow waist, the V of his hips drawing Zhenya’s gaze to his impressive cock, sizable even in its flaccid state. Zhenya couldn’t see the man’s face, but he knew that the consort was watching him.

Zhenya slipped out of his dressing gown, revealing his own nudity. His cock was filling rapidly; his balls felt heavy beneath it, as if the task he was here to accomplish weighed upon them. He let his eyes roam up his consort’s strong legs and hips, and all at once he knew what he wanted.

He stepped to the foot of the bed and made a “turn over” motion with one hand. The consort rolled over, keeping his drapings carefully in place, and Zhenya’s cock plumped further at the sight of him. He knelt on the bed and slid his hands to his consort’s hips, urging him up to his knees. Free now to do so, he palmed the smooth, muscled globes, slipping his thumbs between them. The consort arched his back and pressed into Zhenya’s touch in a silent urge to keep going.

Zhenya parted his cheeks, exposing his hole, and then swiftly buried his face there, swiping his tongue up the center with a low growl. He’d wanted to eat this ass since he’d first laid eyes on it, and the reality was even better than his fantasy. The consort smelled clean and masculine, electric like the scent that rose from the earth after a thunderstorm, and Zhenya felt him jump and shudder at the sudden contact. He slipped off his hands where he’d braced on them and sank down to rest on his elbows, dipping his back lower and pressing his ass into Zhenya’s face.

Zhenya relished in the breathy gasps he was wringing from his mate as he worked him over with his mouth. The consort’s cock hung heavy and hard now between his thighs, dripping; Zhenya reached up and stroked it in time with the thrusts of his tongue. He could feel his consort’s pussy getting slick as well; he dipped his tongue lower to swipe across it, drawing a deeper shudder. His own arousal was cresting; he might come without even a hand to himself at this rate, and he had a job to do.

He left off his attentions and knelt up behind his husband, who read the change and moved to spread his thighs and present himself. Zhenya grasped his hips and mounted him quickly, not wanting to finish prematurely and cause an awkward delay while he worked back up to hardness. The consort met his thrusts eagerly, his erection still bobbing free; Zhenya wanted to hang on long enough to bring him to completion as well. He grasped his husband’s cock again and stroked him, keeping a rhythm he hoped would be pleasing; evidently it was, for after only a few strokes the consort stiffened and came over Zhenya’s hand, his passage pulsing and clenching and drawing Zhenya’s orgasm from him. He thrust deep and came hard into his husband’s body, visualizing again a successful conception.

As they both came down, breathing deeply in counterpoint, Zhenya withdrew and collapsed onto his back at the consort’s side. His mate stayed where he was for a moment, then he rolled to his back and tucked his legs close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. Zhenya recognized this as a superstitious posture to maximize the chances of conception. He had his doubts about its effectiveness, but it wasn’t his place to judge his consort’s habits, or his superstitions. What was the harm? After a few minutes during which Zhenya looked his fill at his husband’s fine body while he was otherwise occupied, the consort uncurled himself and rose. He turned to face Zhenya, put his hand to his chest and gave him a little bow, then quickly left the room. Zhenya lingered for a moment, enjoying the lazy post-sex lassitude, before he began to feel self-conscious and retreated to his own chamber to clean up and dress before dinner.

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Zhenya was restless that night. He hadn’t eaten much at dinner, so distracted had he been by thoughts of the surprisingly good sex he’d had with his new husband, not to mention everyone’s endless teasing about his newlywed status. His consort had not been present; it was nearly impossible for embargoed spouses to share meals given the drapings and veils required, not to mention the restriction on both of their speech, so consorts typically ate privately, in the company of their own guards and attendants where they would be allowed to remove their veils. In fact, Zhenya hadn’t seen his consort all evening, and would very likely not see him again until the next day’s 3:00 appointment.

He wondered how many of those appointments they would have. Their wedding would have been scheduled to coincide with his consort’s most receptive time, which would last for as long as a week, but after that the odds of conception were low. The usual custom was that relations took place only if both parties desired them to, until the next cycle of fertility came around. His consort had seemed to enjoy their appointment today, but would he wish to continue when his chances of conceiving dropped? Zhenya would leave that decision to him.

Dammit. Now he was restless and hungry. He glanced at the clock -- after midnight. The kitchens would be deserted.

He rose and put on slippers and his dressing gown and snuck down the back staircase to the kitchen.

Which...was not deserted.

Sitting at the long stainless-steel prep table, holding a large bowl of ice cream and spoon frozen halfway to his mouth, staring at Zhenya with wide, surprised eyes, was one of his consort’s guards, the one he’d noticed earlier with the bow legs and the handsome face. As Zhenya watched, a dribble of ice cream slid from the corner of his mouth and fell to the spotless tabletop. He looked like a child, caught stealing sweets from the cupboard.

“Well, you’re caught,” Zhenya said. “Off to the gallows with you.”

The man seemed to remember himself. He dropped the bowl and spoon with a clatter and jumped to his feet, saluting smartly -- it looked odd on a man clad in a threadbare t--shirt and loose sleeping pants. “Your Royal Highness, my apologies. I…”

“At ease,” Zhenya said, flapping a hand. “I just came down for a late night snack myself. Looks like you had the same idea.” He went to the cabinet, in search of the graham cookies that were his favorite. “Ah ha,” he said, pulling out a tin. He poured some milk and joined his mystery guest at the island. The guard had resumed his ice cream binge. Zhenya peered over. “What flavor is that?”

The guard licked his lips. “Butter pecan.”

“Mmm. My favorite.”

“Mine, too.” He looked down at his bowl of ice cream, then cleared his throat. “Sir, I really do apologize. I’m…”

“Never mind. You don’t report to me, right? We’re...colleagues. If anything. Besides, I’d be a fool not to make friends with one of the men who guards my husband.”

The guard tilted his head to the side with a shrug, a “that’s a good point” sort of gesture. He thought for a moment, then stuck out his hand. “I’m Sidney,” he said.

Zhenya shook it. “Call me Zhenya.”

“Hoo, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“How about just here in the kitchen, and only after midnight?”

“I’ll try.”

Zhenya ate two cookies and washed them down with milk. “Have you been guarding His Highness for long?”

Sidney swallowed. “I’m new. Transferred into the Consort’s detail from the Prime Minister’s.”

“So you transfer in and immediately get stationed halfway across the world?”

This statement was met with a blank look. “That’s why I transferred. I wanted to come. See another place, experience a different kind of life. I’d never left New Scotland before, so when the Earl -- sorry, the Consort -- asked me if I’d like to join his guard, I said yes.”

Zhenya wondered if this new guard would be more amenable to divulging intelligence than his captain was. The consort might be dedicated to the integrity of the embargo, but Zhenya wasn’t above a little snooping. “So you don’t know the Consort very well yet?”

“No, I’ve known him since we were kids. I just never guarded him before.”

“He seems like a good man.”

“That’s not for me to judge.” He hesitated. “But that’s what’s said of him.”

“What does he look like?”

A smirk spread over Sidney’s mouth. “You know I’m not supposed to talk to you about him like that. The embargo and all.”

“Is he handsome? Tell me that much.”

Sidney flushed a little and looked away. Zhenya wondered why he’d find that question embarrassing. “He’s...often told that he is.”

“Hmm. Well, I hope I’ll get to see for myself.”

“I’m sure he does, too.”

“His mother said he had a lot of marriage proposals.”

Sidney snorted. “Yeah. Most of them boring as shit, or rich people who wanted a spouse with a title.”

“You knew who’d proposed to him?”

“Everyone talked about it. Heck, people were laying bets on who he’d accept.”

“What were my odds?”

Sidney grinned. “Even. Best odds in the pool. I told him he should bet on one of the long shots then pick him, take the money and run off to the country.”

“Not a bad plan.”

He shrugged. “He’s the one who has to marry the guy.” He blinked, hearing what he’d just said. “Sorry. That wasn’t...I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m glad he picked you.”

“No insult taken.” Zhenya ate another cookie. “I hope he’s glad, too.”

Sidney smiled. “Yeah. I think he is.”

Next Chapter

#unveiled #hockey rpf #sidgeno #sidgeno fic #my writing

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trickeyarchangel · 6 years

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Reaction to Ep 1 of RWBY Volume 6

I’m late to the RWBY party because college is kicking my ass like how Yang kicked that manticore grimm’s ass but hey! Better late than never, I always say.

So before I start going into the details, this is a general summary of my reaction to both episodes:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Okay. Now on to my thoughts on the episode [WARNING: It’s a long post because I have a lot to share]

((Spoilers for Episode 1 of Volume 6 of RWBY below!))

RWBY Volume 6, Chapter 1: Argus Limited

So before I start, let me just start with just...

OH MY GOD

Guys. The fight scene was A-MA-ZING!

Compared to the fight scenes of Vol. 5, it has improved so much. And also, the narrative flow and overall pacing of the episode was very nice. So mad props to everyone in the CRWBY - the animators and the writers! I’m so proud!

Also... the new opening theme? Love it. LOve it. LOVE IT! I legit can’t wait for the full song to be released, guys. Also, the animation of the new opening sequence? So good. It gave me the WhiteRose cuties and RenNora being sweeties on a bench. I am a simple woman - that made me grin so wide. Although I am very worried about Qrow now. Those Grimm arms grabbing him and pulling him into the dark??? Bad luck druncle may be in danger this volume OR HE COULD DIE AND I’M NOT READY FOR THAT and I am just...bracing myself for the worst. The story is getting darker and with that comes the reality that characters will die and I’ve made the mistake of becoming super attached to Qrow and he’s literally one of the top characters that could die very soon. I am not ready.

Now to the actual episode content (bullet-ed this part to organize everything since I tend to scatter my thoughts when it comes to reactions):

I like how they started with a snippet of the train fight. It really drew me in and got my heart pumping. Literally after that, I was just glued to the screen of my laptop. It’s a fine way to capture the audience’s attention and drag them back into the world of Remnant.

Premium Team RWBY and JNR dynamic content. Literally, it made my heart soar to see everyone just...being happy and interacting with each other.It gave me the Vol. 1 + 2 vibes. Especially Yang and Ruby’s little moment. After all the dark emotions that Yang was flooded with last volume, it is such a nice breath of air to see her being so bombastic and energetic with Ruby, who I am sure is very VERY happy to see her sister happy again.

Speaking of Yang, while it is nice to see her act all gung-ho a la early RWBY volumes again, I am also very pleased with the writers’ choice to keep the hurt she still has over Blake leaving after Beacon’s fall. Them showing that she and Blake’s relationship isn’t automatically “back to normal” really keeps the relationships believable. After the trauma Yang’s been through (losing her arm, Blake leaving, the crap with Raven), it makes sense that she’s become more cautious socially. Obviously, she’s (somewhat) forgiven Blake, but their bond is still healing and I am very interested to see that play out.

Another thing I loved was seeing Blake’s development as a character. Her scene with Sun, in particular, is a highlight for me. Sun and her’s relationship the past volume was one that I didn’t quite enjoy, mainly because Sun was sort of Blake’s emotional punching bag. So this moment, with Sun willing to let her go now since she doesn’t “need him” to continue on now because she has her team with her (AND BLAKE APPRECIATING HIS HELP and kissing his cheek [BLACKSUN - HELL YEAH] ), god, I loved it.

Also: SUN FINALLY GOING BACK TO HIS TEAM AND ACKNOWLEDGING THAT HIM BEING AWAY FROM THEM IS A “BAD TEAM LEADER” THING. God. FInally. So glad the writers mentioned that. So. Glad.

And Neptune. Good to see him again. A little disappointed that he didn’t have a moment with Weiss (and very disappointed that he flirted with Ilia). Are he and Weiss even still a thing? RWBY writers, please tell me. I would like that cleared up please.

Honorable mention: Ilia. Hearing that Ghira is starting a new Faunus movement and that she will be joining it (and just getting a second chance) made me smile so wide.

Her and Blake hugging was literally cavities inducing.

I already mentioned the fighting scene and its amazing-ness. So I will gloss over that. But I will mention:

TEAM RWBY BACK TOGETHER AGAIN

QROW AND RUBY DOUBLE-TEAMING WITH THEIR SCYTHES

JAUNE’S SEMBLANCE LITERALLY BEING A BUFF TO OTHER SEMBLANCES (Jaune’s a Support/Healer. I love that)

BEAUTIFUL ENVIRONMENT (The snow. The trees. Hell, even the G R I M M)

Also, Ozpin being super secretive even though he promised the group that there wouldn’t be anymore “half-truths” and “secrets”? I love you, Ozpin. You are cool as ice. But, it’s not exactly a good idea to keep things from the people that you want on your side to save the world.

I’m fully expecting the next episode to be the one where he gets called out on his secretive nature. (I’ve seen clips of what goes down *because spoilers are sometimes untagged in the rwby tag :( * so I’m pretty sure that’s what’ll happen.

Double also: M A R I A C A L A V E R A

WHO are you!?

What is with your eyes? Why are they mechanical?

My current theory is that she had silver eyes but she lost them (or she’s hiding them?). This is based on that segment in the new opening sequence where the camera zooms in on one of her mech-eyes and then fading into Ruby where the camera then zooms into one of her eyes - pretty much placing a central focus on her mysterious OP GRIMM SLAYING silver eyes. It kind of gives off that feeling that Maria and Ruby have that in common.

Also I love that her design is of Mexican inspiration. She’s amazing. I love her. I can’t wait to find out more about her!

Aaaaand that’s about it...

In summary:

SO MUCH HYPE FOR THIS VOLUME!!

Seriously, I am so proud of Miles, Kerry, and the CRWBY. The animation, the story pacing - it’s improved so much. I just want to shower them all with praise, because they’ve done such a phenomenal job.

I’m not a FIRST member (I’m a broke Filipino college student), so I’ll have to wait until Episode 2 is made available to the public to find out what awaits Team RWBY.

I’m sad that they had to separate from Jaune, Ren and Nora, but, god, I know that we’ll see them again... I’ll still miss them though. I’ve gotten really attached to the them the past few volumes. They’ve grown so much (especially Jaune) and I am just...so proud of these guys. And I’m sure Pyrrha is proud of them too (especially Jaune).

So far my predictions/expectations for this volume are:

We will definitely be learning more about Ozpin’s past this volume. The new opening sequence literally shows off some mysterious blonde lady (who kind of looks like Glynda) standing in front of a huge statue that looks a lot like Ozpin (or at least one of his past selves - which, some, were also shown in the opening sequence). So I am E X C I T E D to learn more lore behind Mr. Body Hopper.

I also am expecting a majority of the conflict being between Oz and Team RWBY and JNR. I also have a feeling that Oscar and Ozpin will be fighting with each other too. This is mostly based on the one scene all the way back in Volume 1 with Blake and her “Man with Two Souls” book where she literally mentioned that the two souls “fought for control”.

We already saw a hint, or at least a possibility, to this with Oscar emphasizing to Ozpin that he’s staying in control before joining the Manticore Grimm fight on the train.

Also based on the opening (The hooded figure with Roman’s bowler hat flying past them with a background of people holding pink umbrellas in the background - that segment, specifically):

Cinder’s alive. I am willing to bet my life on it. I doubt Miles and Kerry are just going to kill her off after she had so much build up from regaining her strength after the “Silver Eyes Encounter” with Ruby back during the Fall of Beacon. She’s alive and she’s gonna hunt down Ruby.

N E O possibly may appear. (God I hope she does.) I really hope she does. I want to see her. Especially to see how she is dealing with the aftermath of losing Roman.

I also have a theory that she is probably going her own path at this point and that she is hunting down Cinder. From how Neo and Roman fought together ( how seamless and fluid their battle dynamic was), she and him were close. If anything, I believe she would blame Cinder for Roman’s death - after all it was very much obvious that Roman was practically forced into working alongside Cinder (sort of like how Adam was when he and Cinder first crossed paths).

I also believe Neo blames Ruby too for Roman’s demise. If Ruby hadn’t hit the button that opened Neo’s parasol that sent her flying away, Neo could’ve stayed with Roman and pretty much act as his escape route (as she has done before); she could’ve protected him. And had Ruby not done that, Roman probably wouldn’t have been so angry that he attracted one Griffon Grimm to, well, eat him...

I am so excited for what’s ahead for the rest of Volume 6. 10/10 CRWBY! Rooster Teeth, you really impressed me this time. (Now let’s see if this hype will last for the entire duration of the volume...)

#rwby6 spoilers #rwby spoilers #rwby6 #rwby #My writing

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canaryatlaw · 4 years

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okay, it’s late and I need to write. today was pretty good. I wasn’t sure when I was going to wake up so I set a late alarm for 3 pm just in case but ended up waking up to a wrong number phone call around noon and just stayed awake after that. there was some discussion about whether my sister and I were going to go to the mall before meeting up with one of my friends at a restaurant outside the mall but we decided we would do the mall tomorrow instead. I hope we actually get to have a good trip together. she’s been super into her teen bratty years where she like refuses to talk to my parents about anything or spend any time actually with her family. she has a boyfriend she’s always with, but idk if she actually likes him. so we haven’t had a whole lot of good sister bonding time lately which has been frustrating for me because I love her so damn much and I hate seeing her act like this because it’s so not her. I’m going to try to see if I can get her to open up to me to some degree, maybe with the promise I’d try to talk to my parents about whatever for her or something like that, that’s worked at some points in the past. idk though, I guess we’ll see what happens. anyway. I spent most of the afternoon just chilling out downstairs around my parents and uncle until around 3:30 when I went back upstairs to skype a friend and get ready to go out. I met my friend at the restaurant (cheesecake factory) at 5 to hopefully avoid too many crowds since it gets very busy, and only had to wait a few minutes so that was good. good food, good catching up, everything was very nice. I ended up heading home around 6:30 and basically just chilled out for the rest of the night, I watched home alone 2 with my parents who were both just laughing hysterically at all the hijinks going on that would most definitely have killed any would be robbers many times over lol but still very entertaining to see, I am quite fond of that movie and its predecessor. eventually I decided to go upstairs and shower and start getting ready for bed, and then stalled for a little bit reading some fic because I didn’t want to go to bed yet, and now I’m here. still something weird going on with my meds because it’s been a bit since I took them tonight and again I’m not really feeling the effects as far as being tired at all, so I don’t know what’s going on with that. anyway, it’s just past 1 am so I should probably be getting to bed and that’s what I’m going to do now. Goodnight dears. Hope your weekend is going well.

Edit: aaaaand she doesn’t want to go to the mall tomorrow now because apparently she needs to work something out with her job. We can maybe go Tuesday but at this point I kind of doubt it’s going to happen because she’s clearly just repeatedly pushing it off. Ugh, this is so frustrating.

#daily journal #December 2019

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avecorviidae · 5 years

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Fic: Aubade - Chapter Three

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Rating: M Relationship(s): Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou Word Count: 3934

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“Did I leave the door unlocked?” Shou’s squinting, nose scrunched up and mouth twisted into a little frown, and Ritsu’s not sure if it’s because he’s actually worried about the door question, or if it’s because a cloud just moved, sending the sun directly into his eyes. It sets his hair alight, with a glare bright enough that it actually hurts to look at. He should move, he thinks, his hair is probably greasy enough that if it gets hot enough, it might actually set on fire. For reasons yet unknown, Shou has chosen to lie face-up on the ground, arms crossed behind his head and feet braced on a nearby low brick wall. Ritsu, who feels no need to spend five minutes dusting various sidewalk bits off of his clothes, has chosen to actually sit on the wall, feet dangling just slightly on either side of Shou’s. He leans forward, elbows on his thighs. “I thought you said you hadn’t been back to the house?” Shou shrugs, which looks pretty awkward considering that his shoulders don’t actually leave the ground, but he gets his point across. “I was talking about when I left last year, actually, but that too. I stopped by the house to dump my suitcase and stuff in the front hall, but I didn’t have time to do anything else. I probably left it unlocked then, too.” The worst part is, Ritsu can’t tell if he’s serious. He wouldn’t even put it past Shou, to leave a massive, expensive-looking house in a questionably upstanding neighborhood completely unlocked for a year while he jumps from country to country handling highly sensitive information related to his maniac of a father. Ritsu has been fiddling with the keychain attached to the lanyard in his pocket, and he thumbs through each key until he lands on the inexplicably cheesy flame-patterned one in between the office key and the key to Mob and Teru’s place. Ritsu barely even remembers acquiring it in the first place, just that it was some time after a magpie had flown off with the key that had previously been on the top of the doorframe. “I still have the spare you gave me, you could’ve asked one of us to go and check that it was locked.” It’s meant to be scolding, but it has about the same strength behind it as someone telling a puppy that it’s not supposed to lie on the sofa. It’s more by rote at this point, than out of any real expectation that Shou will change his behavior. Ritsu realizes that there’s a far more pressing issue here, and pushes himself off of the wall, moving until he’s standing above Shou. His shadow falls across Shou’s face, and after blinking the sun out of his eyes for a moment, Shou beams up at him. “Hey! Pff, you’re just a silhouette. Like an angel, or some shit.” He ignores the angel comment, as much as the irony of it is incredible. He has priorities, here. “Hey. You haven’t showered yet.” Shou snorts, moves one hand from behind his head to pat at Ritsu’s leg. “Aw, are you grossed out by my scary airport germs?”

He kicks lightly at Shou’s shoulder, saying, “Yes, you’ve probably given me like, three diseases. Come on, you’re gross, we’re going to get you in the nearest shower.” He reaches down and grabs at Shou’s wrist, still drifting somewhere near Ritsu’s knee. He gives a tug, but Shou remains limp on the ground, and holy shit, he always forgets that Shou isn’t just skinny, he’s lean, and muscle mass is fucking heavy. He’s reluctant to actually try and drag Shou along the sidewalk, because for one, he’s not five, but he’ll also probably end up dragging him along something mildly sharp, and Shou will whine about the scrape for the next week at least. So, he uses the best weapon he has.

“Your hair is drooping.” In half a second, Shou’s hand has turned in his grip and grabbed his wrist, and he uses Ritsu to pull himself up so quickly that Ritsu isn’t entirely sure his shoulder stays in its socket. Instead of letting go, Shou’s grip on his wrist tightens convulsively, and he looks into Ritsu’s eyes with an intensity that Ritsu usually associates with potentially word-destroying psychic threats. “We’re going.” “Uh huh, I know. C’mon, your place is too far to walk to, you can use mine.”

Shou whines, “Ugh, fine,” dragging it out into a low groan, but he still starts walking in the direction of Ritsu’s house, shifting his grip so that his fingers slip into Ritsu’s. Ritsu lets himself be dragged along, only mildly surprised that Shou hadn’t pulled away. Aside from the first hug, Shou has been far less tactile than Ritsu had grown used to from him. They’ve still been walking closely enough for their arms to bump, but it’s odd, in comparison to a couple of years ago, when it had felt like Shou was always hanging off of him in some way. Weird. Would’ve thought Europe would make him more touchy, not less. He quickens his pace until he’s walking in step with Shou, instead of having his arm dragged ahead of him. There’s a comforting familiarity to the way that Shou immediately starts to swing their hands between them, although Ritsu reigns him in with a sharp squeeze when he tries to swing ridiculously high. In response, Shou tries to bat him in the face with his own hand, because Shou is apparently exactly seven years old. Their conversation hits a bit of a lull until Shou side-eyes him with a smile that immediately puts him on edge. “So,” he begins, voice light and airy, “I told you about my plane stories. You tell me about your roommates.” Ritsu narrows his eyes. “I told you about them. I’ve been telling you about them all year.” Shou had been oddly fascinated by the concept of student dorms, and had grilled Ritsu for just about every detail he could think of. Shou tilts his head in a so-so motion. “Fair enough. Okay, so there are… three of them?” “Yep. Two bedrooms, four beds.” “Aaaaand Daichi is the one you’re sleeping with?” “Please don’t phrase it like that.” Shou keeps them in that vein for a while, confirming information he already knows. Ritsu isn’t really sure where he’s going with this. More often than not, Shou’s intentions are clear right from the beginning of a line of questioning. He’s not exactly a master of subtlety. Eventually, though, once he’s squeezed a new story out of him, (Matsuo making coffee out of ground caffeine pills and then not sleeping once for the entirety of finals week, having a conversation with thin air in broken English, and breaking a world record in some online game before finally crashing under Ritsu’s bed,) Shou just pauses, then asks, “Do you actually like it up there?” Well that was… unusual. Ritsu just shrugs. “It’s a college dorm, what do you think?” Shou’s eyebrows furrow, and Ritsu can see him biting at the inside of his cheek. “No, seriously. Like, if you could live somewhere else, would you?” “What’s the point in speculating? Sure, it sucks, Daichi snores and Matsuo plays video games all night, you know this. But it’s not like I can afford an apartment or anything, Shou, I’m broke. As long as I’ve got cheap housing on-campus that I don’t have to pay rent for, though, I can’t really complain.” Okay, now Ritsu really doesn’t see where he’s going with this. Shou’s well aware that Ritsu hates his dorm and his roommates with a burning passion, has essentially been letting Ritsu moan about them for a year now. Shou’s shifting around like he’s got something to say still, but only a quiet “huh” comes before he trails off into silence. Ritsu looks at him, waiting, but Shou says nothing, just looking until they’re forced to break eye contact to avoid bumping into a streetlamp. Well, Ritsu can press him on it later.

Teru’s backpack is shoved into a corner near the front door, and Ritsu only feels slightly guilty about rummaging through it until he comes up with the inevitable tube of hair gel. He sticks it on top of the pile of folded clothes on the coffee table and grabs it, carrying it through to the hallway. He shifts it so that it’s balanced on one elbow, freeing up his other hand to rap sharply on the bathroom door. He raises his voice over the sound of running water inside. “Is it locked?” Shou’s answer comes a moment later. “Nah. Promise your parents aren’t home, though?” “Nope, both out.” His mom had left a note on the counter letting him know that she’d gone shopping, and his dad was working swing shift right now, so he wouldn’t be home until late. “Alright if I come in? I’ve got your stuff.” “Go ahead. But no peeking!” Disregarding the opaque blue shower curtain, there’s still too much steam in the bathroom to see much of anything. Jeez, middle of summer and he’s still determined to use up all of the hot water in the country. He dumps the pile on the bathroom counter and grabs Shou’s discarded clothes from their messy heap on the tile, making sure to slam the door behind him so Shou knows that he’s gone. By the time he’s shoved Shou’s clothes in the washing machine with whatever other dirty laundry he could find, the water has shut off, and he can hear vague sounds of movement from the bathroom whenever he walks by. He’s idling on his phone, curled up on the sofa when Shou finally emerges. He hadn’t looked awful before, by any means, but as he throws himself onto the opposite end of the sofa with an exaggerated sigh, Ritsu thinks that he’s looking a lot better. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said that Shou’s hair was drooping, but now it’s damp from the shower instead of grease, and the gelled-up spikes are fluffy looking, feathering in places from how aggressively he tends to towel dry his hair.

Shou would half drown in most of Ritsu’s clothes, but he’d dug through his drawers until he’d found an old, small t-shirt from their first years of high school, and a pair of faded denim shorts that he thinks might have been Shou’s in the first place, left there years ago and then never recovered, sinking to the bottom of Ritsu’s dresser. They come down to just above his knees, so Ritsu can see that his legs are pink from the hot water, matching the sunburn on his face.

He’s sprawled himself out on the cushions, catlike, looking at Ritsu lazily through half-lidded eyes. All he needs is another conveniently placed beam of sun for him to lie in, and he’ll probably just fall asleep. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?” Ritsu pulls up the messaging app on his phone and hands it to Shou so that he can see the pictures from Teru. They’re poorly lit and blurry, clearly taken in a rush, but their subject matter is clear as day. Reigen is clinging to the large, swinging lamp attached to the ceiling of a warehouse, hanging some twenty feet off of the ground. The only thing clear on his face are the whites of his eyes. Back on the ground is Mob, arms outstretched, clearly trying to coax Reigen back to the ground. Shou giggles in short bursts as he’s scrolling through the pictures, before handing the phone back to Ritsu. Well, he less hands it back, and more just stretches his arm towards Ritsu, shaking the phone at him until he sighs and leans forward to take it from him. Still grinning, Shou asks, “Did they get him down from there? No, wait, correction: did he fall down.” Just as he’s about to answer, Ritsu’s phone buzzes with another text. He reads it to Shou, half quoting and half summarizing. “Not yet… apparently Nii-san is going to try some more, uh, ‘forceful persuasion’?” “He’s going to drag him down!” Shou gasps in delight. Ritsu rolls his eyes, although the mental image of Mob having to psychically pull Reigen down from the ceiling like a spooked cat clinging to a tree branch is… not completely unamusing. How did he even get up there in the first place? The next text is another picture, Reigen flat on his back on the ground, with Mob crouched over him in concern. It’s captioned only “EXORCISM: COMPLETE”.

A few more texts confirm that Teru, Mob, and Reigen will head in the direction of the Kageyama house to meet up for dinner. The exorcism has taken them about an hour outside of the city, and in the meantime, Ritsu has managed to keep Shou’s chronic snacking habit at bay, so they should all be raring to go by the time they arrive. In the course of that, at most two minute conversation, Shou has reached over Ritsu’s shoulder, grabbed the TV remote, and stuck on the single most obnoxious and nonsensical looking soap opera that Ritsu has ever seen. As far as he can tell, the couple on screen are arguing about… dinner? No, the house. Wait, one of them just mentioned an affair. “What… What is this?” He asks, as the woman on the screen begins to sob hysterically, slamming a blender onto the kitchen counter. Shou’s smile is far too satisfied for Ritsu’s liking. “I have absolutely no idea.” “But you’re going to make me watch it, aren’t you.” “Sure am.”

He sighs in resignation, taking a page out of Shou’s book and shifting until he’s more comfortable, head resting on the cushion behind him. Shou kicks at his shin when Ritsu stretches his legs onto his side of the couch, but otherwise doesn’t say anything when they end up a little tangled together in the middle.

The TV ends up being strangely engaging in the way that bad soap operas are, and he finds himself watching the story of the sleazy gambler husband and his cheating murderer wife play out with mild interest, although the intersecting story of the bartender’s struggle to keep his business open is far more boring. He supposes it’s a testament to the format of the show, that it’s probably on its thirteenth season, but two random teenagers can jump into the middle of an episode and still be able to follow along. The storylines are superficial, the characters two-dimensional. Ritsu’s guessing that the couple on the screen are either brand new to the show, or haven’t had their characters change in the three or more years that they’ve been on it.

Ritsu has more of a preference for more in depth, continuity-reliant shows that develop characters and their relationships slowly, with a great deal of thought and care. Still, he supposes this kind of thing suits Shou, a show that he can jump in and out of at any point without needing to sit down and commit to the long haul. Or at least he would be able to, if he wasn’t busy napping. Ritsu isn’t sure when it happened, but sure enough, Shou’s clearly fast asleep, head lolling to the side and eyes shut. Ritsu considers waking him up, but honestly, after the alleged flight from hell he’s had, a few minutes couldn’t hurt him. Actually, he thinks, stifling a yawn into his fist, a few minutes couldn’t hurt me either. Despite the good few hours he’d gotten this morning, the train ride is still taking its toll on him, and watching Shou, all of the exhaustion seems to flood into his body, making him feel heavy and lethargic. They’ll wake us up when they get here. Living in a dorm where the TV was on at all hours of the day has conditioned Ritsu to fall asleep easily to background noise, so it’s simple to let the gentle screeching of the housewife and her husband turn into white noise, though he does make a vague effort to follow the argument, if only because he’s a little bit invested now.

He thinks that he drifts off at one point, but it’s impossible to tell, because the flow of conversation on the TV had been exactly as coherent when he’d been completely awake and lucid. He’s not sure it would make much more sense if he were completely alert and taking notes. He knows he’s drifted off when he feels a hand gently shaking his shoulder, and soft voices in the living room. He forces his eyes open, if only for the sole purpose of glaring at Reigen, who’s got the nerve to be laughing at him, the smug bastard. He pats Ritsu’s shoulder, greeting, “Hey, kiddo. Nice nap?” “Ugh,” he replies, with feeling. Still, he forces himself up, waving vaguely in the direction of Mob and Teru’s voices.

Shou is already sitting up, blinking slowly and scrubbing his hands over his face. “‘Sup, Pops,” he says through an almost obnoxiously wide yawn. Reigen reaches over to ruffle Shou’s spikes, ignoring the disgruntled protests about ‘Not the hair, not the hair!’ Everyone polite refrains from mentioning the fact that Shou’s hair is already terribly messed up just from the way he was lying. “Alright, you two ready to go?” Ritsu and Shou groan almost in unison, although while Ritsu actually stands to leave, Shou just flops backwards, shutting his eyes and playing dead, keeping up the act even as Reigen and Ritsu each grab one of his arms and forcibly drag him to his feet.

If there’s one nice thing about being back in Seasoning, it’s that it’s actually making him walk. In Grain City, if something’s not already on campus, it’s a short walk or a ten minute bus ride away at the very most. Ritsu has spent the better part of a year in either his dorm, his classes, the campus library, or the nearby grocery store. He probably doesn’t get out enough, especially now that he doesn’t have Shou hanging around to drag him on meandering walks across half of the city anymore. Back at home, the buses are technically supposed to run on a schedule, but you’ve got a one in three chance of it coming even remotely on time, if at all. Everything in the city is within walking distance, but it’s more of an actual challenge than the building-to-building strolls he’s used to. When Ritsu’s calves start burning, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s not getting enough exercise these days. Teru, Mob, and Reigen had broken off from their group about ten minutes back, in order to close up the office and go home. Ritsu was almost sorry to see them go, if only because the sun is finally beginning to set, and Teru’s shirt has a ten foot visibility radius in the dark. Shou’s bouncing along at his side, one arm linked with his so that he doesn’t wander off the sidewalk as he stares up at the sky. Ritsu is being a responsible guide and not getting distracted by the pretty sky, but admittedly, it is quite a night, with the sun painting the sky a glowing red that seeps through the rolling clouds and seems to wash the world in pink.

It’s faded to mostly darkness when they finally reach the house, Ritsu unlocking the door and pulling it open so that Shou can step inside ahead of him. It probably won’t cool down too much during the night, won’t even really reach something that could be called chilly until the early hours of the morning, but Ritsu is still grateful for the slight drop in temperature that had come with the sunset. Shou, on the other hand, is still in shorts and a t-shirt, and has been clinging to him to conserve body heat for the duration of the walk. Shou jumps into the house ahead of him, sighing at the sudden warmth, and idles on bouncing heels in the front hall while Ritsu comes in at a normal human pace, locking the door behind him.

His mother pulls them both into a hug before Ritsu can blink, and then starts gushing at Shou, a flow of conversation that Ritsu barely follows, and judging by the slightly bewildered look on Shou’s face, he’s guessing he’s having a hard time following along too. Still, they make it out with the mutual understanding that even if they’ve already eaten and don’t need dinner, Shou is sticking around and he is staying the night, which Ritsu kind of thought was a given anyways, but was apparently surprising to Shou.

It takes a while of rummaging through various cupboards until he finds where his mom has hidden the spare quilts, and by the time he’s laid out a decent pallet on his bedroom floor, Shou has already stolen one of Ritsu’s pillows and half of the house’s blankets, which he dumps onto the quilts and immediately starts to make a nest. Ritsu watches him as he adjusts, kicking around blankets and circling around like a cat trying to get comfortable, until he ends up flat on his stomach, feet in the air, and chin propped up on his hands. “Oi, Ritsu, you’ve got your laptop, right?” Ritsu tugs his laptop out of his backpack, plugging it into the outlet closest to the nest. “What am I pulling up?” He settles himself on his stomach beside Shou, tapping in his login. “Youtube. The dude next to me on the plane actually bought the in-flight wifi, and he was watching some weird shit.” Shou squishes himself against Ritsu’s shoulder so that he can get to the keyboard, typing in the address, and then a nearly incoherent combination of words into the search bar. Naturally, they get on a weird video tangent that lasts them a solid two hours, until Shou’s hyperactivity has trailed off into quiet exhaustion, and Ritsu is blinking the backlight of the screen out of his eyes for a good couple of minutes after he clicks the laptop shut. Shou rolls onto his back while Ritsu shuffles out of his jeans and puts on some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. He offers pyjamas to Shou, but he declines, because apparently the irony of getting cozy in every blanket Ritsu’s family owns while still sleeping in denim is entirely lost on him. Even after Ritsu has turned off the light, they both end up on their phones, Ritsu scrolling absently through the news before switching to the Spirits and Such homepage. It’s become something of a blog, since Teru was given social media privileges, to the point that he and Reigen post weekly exorcism tips. It’s a decently interesting read, for a while, although he gets distracted by Shou sending him weird pictures he’s found, even though Shou is literally right there and could show him, instead of just snickering every time Ritsu’s phone goes off. Eventually, the other side of the room goes dark when Shou turns off his phone, and Ritsu assumes he’s going to sleep. Out of nowhere, though, Shou starts to speak. “Hey, Ritsu.” “Hmm?” “I was thinking,” and his voice is drowsy, quiet, but has a pensive edge that makes Ritsu look over even though he can’t see Shou’s expression in the dark. “About?” He prompts, after a few more seconds of silence. “What if you and me got a place together?” “What?”

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