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diedoverahat · 5 months

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A Small Favor.

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part one!

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: the stress of his new job is taking a toll on mike. he did such a good job helping you out, so you decide to repay the favor.

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: 18+! MDNI! oral sex (m!receiving), vaginal fingering, handjobs, heavy on the praise, munch!mike always.

authors note: the heavily heavily HEAVILY requested part two is finally done. (quite literally wrote this instead of listening to my bio lecture) i still can't believe that fic has gotten so much traction, i hope this one measures up! it got waaaay more angsty near the end than i thought it would hehe also i decided to include everyone commenting under part one requesting part two in the taglist of this fic so you're welcome lol mwah <3

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It had been one week and three days since the couch incident, which is what you’ve lovingly taken to calling whatever happened between you and Mike. One week and three whole days of Mike dancing around you and the elephant in the room.

The morning after the couch incident he practically ran out the door taking Abby to school when you tried to bring it up. The next time you attempted to have “the talk” he stuttered out an excuse before retreating to the safety of his bedroom, so you gave up.

You know that there’s something between Mike and you that crosses the line of just friends, you both felt something change that night, but getting him to face his feelings and actually admit that will take work.

It's another night of sitting on Mike's couch mulling over what to do about the whole situation when you hear the front door open. You're shocked at first, usually you're asleep by the time Mike gets home. Sure enough when you check the clock it reads 6:33 in bulky red characters. Apparently, time flies when you're obsessing over how to get your friend turned complicated-accidental-one-night-stand to admit they have feelings for you.

You try (and fail) not to listen in on every move Mike makes in the kitchen, fighting to keeping your gaze trained on the TV as he makes his way to the living room.

In your eyes peripheral vision you see him begin to make his way to the couch, but he hesitates when his eyes fall on you. He awkwardly hovers between the two rooms for a few seconds until he takes a breath and walks over to the couch.

Mike sits next to you on the couch with a soft grunt. You wrestle with the need to look at him fully, but you can see out of the corner of your eye he's taken off his work boots and vest. His hair is sticking out at weird angles, curls frizzy and unruly. Your hand twitches against your thigh with the want to run your fingers through them.

You can feel your heart beat faster, struggling to sit still in the thick tension surrounding the two of you. You flick your eyes back to the TV in a vain attempt to focus on anything other than Mike.

Eventually, you lose the fight with your screaming inner monologue and chance a sideways glace in his direction. You're beyond surprised to find him already looking at you.

You stare back, a deer caught in headlights. The dim light coming from the TV highlights his eyes. Mike opens his mouth to seemingly break the silence but he stops himself short of actually speaking. You can see him fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt.

It’s silent for a beat before you decide to speak up.

“Hi.” You say, it's a whisper but you might have well just yelled with how it cuts into the air between the two of you. Mike lets out what might be laugh, it sounds forced. "Hi." He replies stiffly.

"Home later than usual." You point out, fidgeting with your nail. Mike's home a little after 6: everyday, him being home 30 minutes late is odd.

Mike nods, he lets his head fall onto the back of the couch allowing his eyes to slip closed as he does. "Yeah," He replies, the position of his head allows you to get your greedy fill of his sharp jawline. "Jobs been hell."

You don't respond, but you know. Mike's been haggard recently, and not just because of the couch incident. The bags under his eyes have gotten worse, he's been forgetful, not to mention how much more neurotic and paranoid he's been.

Mike has been a wreck these past couple of days, and you want nothing more than to help him feel good. If not for just a few minutes.

You take a chance, and move to let your hand rest over his jean clad thigh. Mike tenses up immediately but doesn’t move to run or push your hand off.

"I could help you,” You say quietly, forcing yourself to keep eye contact. Mike's wide eyes flit rapidly between your eyes and lips. “Help you relax…” You trail off, voice barely above a whisper.

Your offer hangs heavy in the silence that settles. Mike just stares at you, after a while you start to regret making such a bold move. There’s an apology’s on the tip of your tongue, but when you start taking your hand off Mikes thigh he quickly grabs your wrist.

Your eyes snap back up to meet Mikes. His pupils are blown out, black encompassing warm brown. His tongue comes out to swipe across his bottom lip.

“You can...” Mike says simply, guiding your hand back to his thigh. Only he places it much higher up, high enough that you can feel the rough metal of his zipper brushing against the tip of your pinkie. "I need it." He breathes out desperately, eyes big and pleading. You allow yourself a second to just watch Mikes face before you start to move with a purpose.

You snake your hand lower, finding the already hard length of his cock through the rough material of his jeans. Mirroring what he did to you those ten days ago, you start to grind the heel of your hand against him.

Mike shudders, eyes fluttering shut at your touch. You can physically see tension slowly exit his body, leaving him slack and relaxed enough to sink deeper into the couch cushions.

The sight of him at ease and comfortable lights a fire in you. You feel a deep primal need to care for him, to make him feel good.

Patience wearing thin, you reach for the button of his jeans. Even in your arousal induced haste, you take a beat to appreciate the swell of Mike's cock pressing up against the denim. If this was any other time, you'd want to draw it out. To tease Mike until he can't take it anymore, but now is not any other time.

You pop the button to Mike's jeans, dragging the zipper down swiftly and pulling the flaps of his jeans open to frame his lewdly tented boxers. You can hear Mikes breath hitch, unable to keep from squirming under your intense gaze. The thin material leaves nothing to the imagination, the length and girth of him on display. There's a growing wet patch near the tip that's turned the light blue fabric dark and slick. An ache starts deep in your core, anticipation making you feel warm all over.

Slowly, you tug his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free and smack up against his stomach. "Ah! Shit," He hisses, hands balling up into fists by his sides.

Mike's dick is perfect. A nice length and girth you know will have your jaw aching in the best way later. The tip a soft pink color, and steadily leaking a stream of pre-come.

"I want to blow you," You say softly, getting close to Mike so your lips brush over his ear with every word. He shivers, mouth dropping open in a quiet moan. "Will you let me?"

Mike nods his head frantically. "Please," He pants, chest rising and falling quickly. "Please, I want it."

His begging is music to your ears.

You slide off the couch, kneeling between Mike's spread thighs. His straining cock makes your mouth water in anticipation. Holding the base in your hand, you lean forward to lick a board stripe from root to tip. Moaning at the heady taste and velvety feel of him on your tongue.

"God." Mike groans at the feel of your tongue.

You pull off with a slick pop, breaking a small thread of saliva trailing from the head of Mike's dick to your lips with your tongue. You lave over the tip, looking up to find Mike staring at you flushed and dark-eyed. You keep the eye contact as you sink back down, beginning to build up a rhythm.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Mike raise his hands before hesitating, and dropping them back down to the couch cushion. You can tell he wants to touch you, but he’s unsure of himself. You take his hands in yours, and place them on the top of your head.

At first he just sort of holds your head, overthinking what to do even with your permission. You’d laugh if you weren’t so busy preening over the feel of his unfairly big hands holding your head delicately, like he might break you.

“Fuck, your mouth…” Mike whispers, his words trailing off as he watches your lips work over his throbbing cock. His confidence grows, finally allowing himself to run his fingers through your hair and gather it in a loose fistful. Your moan of encouragement has him tightening his grip just a touch.

“Jesus,” Mike breathes quietly, you give him a lick underneath the head of his cock in response. "Fuck. Feels so good.”

You hum in response, working Mike's cock faster to draw out more of those whimpers that he can't hold in. Hollowing your cheeks and sinking down towards the circle of your fist still holding the base of his cock with wet, slick slurping sounds.

Mike's noises have gotten progressively louder by the second, you can feel his pulse beating wildly against your tongue through the vein running up his cock. You know he's close, and you're desperate to make him come.

You give him one long languid suck, swirling your tongue over the head as you pull off. His cock is slick with your spit, pulsing warningly. You use the wetness of your saliva as a makeshift lube to start stroking over him slowly.

"How's it feel, Mike?" You purr sensually,

When you sink back down, you don't break eye contact. Mike's eyes roll back into his head, the way his lips part on a sharp gasp, how his back arches off the couch, how his fist tightens even more around your hair.

Above you, Mike grunts, "Oh fuck, baby," His back arches, a rough gasp torn from his throat. The hand in your hair tugs sharply as he chokes out, "Gonna come, shit, gonna fucking come."

Mike shouts hoarsely, hips stuttering as he starts to come. His cock gives one final twitch in your mouth before he pumps load after load of warm come into your mouth. You moan loudly at the taste of his release coating your taste buds, swallowing what pools on your tongue routinely.

You continue to work your mouth over his cock, bringing Mike through the aftershocks of his orgasm, reveling in the broken sounds he keeps making. You lave your tongue over him savoring the taste of him, until he's tugging at your hair to pull you off his sensitive cock.

"C'mere, c'mere." He whines desperately. You’ve barely come up for air before Mike is bodily dragging you into his lap and kissing you like he needs it more than air.

His hand darts down your body and into your sweats. Mike moans in your mouth at the feel of your lacy panties absolutely soaked with your arousal. He wastes no time in finding your clit, rubbing tight circles over it with his thumb drawing a loud moan from your lips.

"Shit," You exclaim, nails digging into Mike's forearm. Your hips buck up into his touch, chasing his touch. "Mike..." You whine, needing him to do more.

"You drive me fucking crazy," He whispers roughly against the side of your face, sliding his pointer finger through the slick wetness of your folds. "I can't stop thinking about you."

“Oh god, Mike.” His fingers feel amazing, rubbing you in all the right places, his words lighting a fire in your stomach.

Mike gathers your wetness before pushing his thick middle finger in your tight heat. Your own moan gets drowned out by his guttural groan at the feeling of you clenching down on his finger.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He moans, thrusting his finger in and out of your aching pussy slowly. "You're so perfect, so perfect for me." Mikes lips trail kisses down your jaw as he adds a second finger into your dripping pussy, brushing against the spot inside you that sends white hot sparks of pleasure zinging up your spine.

"How's that feel?" He asks roughly, throwing your earlier teasing back in your face. You moan wantonly, hips moving grinding down as you ride his fingers in earnest.

Mike angles his hand in a way that lets his fingers thrust into you, hitting your g-spot all while the palm of his hand grinds into your clit

“I’m gonna come, Mike,” You whine desperately, hips stuttering as you tip over the edge. “I’m coming.”

"Yes, come for me." Mike whispers, lips brushing over your cheek.

Your chest heaves as you come down from your orgasm, collapsing against Mikes chest. You're an absolute mess, thighs shaking and sweat dripping down your back. A hiss escapes your mouth as Mike eases his fingers out of your twitching pussy. "Sorry." He whispers softly, kissing the top of your head tenderly.

You allow yourself to lay on his chest with his strong arms around your waist, keeping you close. So close you can feel his warm breath puffing out against your neck.

You don't want to let it, but reality sets in. "Are you gonna run away in the morning?" Your voice is so quiet you don't know if Mike even heard, and you can't force yourself to look up at him.

It takes him a second to register your words, you don't have to look at him to know he's wincing. "I," Mike starts, trying to find the right words. "I don't know." He admits, lips brushing against your hair.

The anger mixed with shame and embarrassment is quick to come, you scoff pushing off Mike's chest so you can go home. "Of course." You spit bitterly.

"Wait!" He rushes out, arms tightening on your waist to stop you leaving.

"What?" You bite out bitterly, whipping your head around to stare daggers at Mike. It backfires on you almost immediately, forcing you to stare into his big sad dumb eyes. He falters, mouth opening and closing as he fumbles to say anything.

You can't help that the look in his eyes tames your anger ever so slightly. The way he's silently pleading with you to stay, his brows drawn in concern and lips pulled down in a frown. Your steely resolve crumbles pathetically.

"What?" You repeat quietly. Mike flounders for a second more, before he finally gives in. "Please stay." He exhales softly, hands planting themselves on your hips, giving them a light squeeze..

Maybe it's your shitty resolve, maybe it's the post orgasm afterglow clouding your judgement, maybe it's the earnest look in Mike's eyes that keeps you from pushing out of his grip and out the door, but you just can't bring yourself to leave.

You stare back at him wrestling with your thoughts, but it's a losing game and you know that.

"Okay," You whisper slowly, settling yourself back down into his lap. "I'll stay."

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i could NOT figure out how to end this, but maybe i could do a part three? would literally anyone want that?

taglist!

@ebodebo @yuenity @mfdxz @mikeschmidtgf @lee-inthebox @sunny-deary @ncqari

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@ballorawan740 @slasherluvrrr @importantgalaxyrunaway @iwantsleepplz @theaterhoefornewsies

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aziraphales-library · 10 days

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I wish every fandom I’m in had something like this lol. Browsing your tags and recommendations is so much fun!

This might be a bit specific but I’m looking for the following: it’s between season 1 and 2, Crowley’s been kicked out of his flat by hell and living in his car; Aziraphale, somehow, finds out and makes him move into the bookshop.

Thanks so much for the help and all the great work you do, I hope you have a great day!

We have some fics along these line here. Now I have a few more where Aziraphale finds out Crowley is living in the bentley...

4 times Crowley lies about living in his car by dat_carovieh (G)

and one time he doesn't

And They Were Roommates (Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time) by WritingAspirations (M)

Aziraphale found out Crowley was living out of his car, and drags him to live with the angel at the bookshop. Revelations, apologies, and steps forward are made.

Home by RitzWrites (G)

There were very few things Crowley enjoyed about being a demon. The best one, in his opinion, was that he couldn’t get hungover. However, that didn’t stop him from getting drunk enough to black out. He was no stranger to getting blackout drunk, of course, but he was still shocked to wake up on a familiar couch instead of his Bently. or Aziraphale finds out Crowley has been living in his car and decides to do something about it.

let's sort the whole thing out by moonyinpisces (T)

“But you like sleeping,” Aziraphale replies, as if that means something. “All the more reason to move in with me. And I have–I have your favorite couch, for starters. And a bedroom, with a lovely, fluffy bed with only the thinnest layer of dust–” Crowley scoffs. “Yeah, angel. A bedroom, as in, singular. I told you, there's just not enough room–” “Precisely,” says Aziraphale, relieved to be understood. “Singular. It’s not as though we’ll be needing more than one.” … Pardon?

Pet Demon by McRibFarewellTour (NR)

Aziraphale finds out about Crowley's recent living arrangements and takes action, both in protection of Crowley and of their friendship. Unfortunately, Crowley's got a well of evidence that said friendship doesn't even really exist, so the task is harder than it seems.

nature is healing (or something like that, anyhow) by nightbloomingcereus (T)

Well. If Aziraphale could be stubborn, so could Crowley. He didn’t need Aziraphale, or his bookshop, dammit. He was going to take a nap, exactly like he’d said he would, and he wasn’t going to get up again until the world, and a certain frustrating angel, stopped being such a downer. It was the perfect plan. Or it would have been, had he still had his bloody bed in his bloody flat in bloody fucking Mayfair. Or, the one where Crowley takes his three-year-long pandemic nap in his plant-filled Bentley.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #moving in together #the bentley #mod d

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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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Hello. In the final end notes of ‘What You’re Longing For (you claim to abhor)’ you mention the goons picking up the wrong clues from the Entire Mess of the final chapter. Is there any chance you’d be willing to expand more on that?

Additionally, I find myself curious: in the time after the fic, would Talia ever kidnap Jason for a bit of family bonding time(probably murdering dudes in the middle of nowhere or something, but still.)

Thank you for your time,

Desire

Hi! I’m not sure if this is a follow up request you’d like to feature in Ghost Stories so I’ll just list some of my thoughts here 💚

So Dave, Jones and McKenzie are a very very tight knit little group that established itself after being hired by the Red Hood. Despite working as goons, they each have their own moral compass that perfectly aligns with Hood��s rules. Consequently, they ended up being Jason’s most loyal and trusted underlings.

Jason didn’t intend to get attached to the three but he did and as a result let slip some personal info form time to time. Jones, Dave and McKenzie all made a game out of collecting clues to Hood’s real identity and background to the point where they’d sit down after work and pool their information. They’ve got a pinboard and everything lol.

Sadly Jason’s life was depressing af for the most part so the things he accidentally mentioned didn’t paint a very pretty picture. And when he used typical teenage slang one too many times Dave correctly inferred that their boss is much younger than any of them originally thought.

So in the end they had hundreds of little clues that all added up to the following (in their mind):

1. Red Hood is actually anywhere from 20-28 years old (+/- a couple years) and not a fourty-something rogue with plans of grandeur

2. Hood was abused as a kid

3. Hood hates Batman

4. Hood hates Robin and Nightwing but not as much as Batman

5. Hood hates Robin but still mother hens him like crazy and seems reluctant to let him go back to the Bat every time

6. Hood is a young guy with better training and tactical thinking than a trained navy seals soldier

7. Hood is intimately aware of how the Bats operate,l fight, and think

Conclusion: Batman used to train Hood and was also the one who abused him—> he’s concerned the same thing is now happening to Robin.

So yeah, that’s pretty much the train of thought they’re having right now. So while Dave, Jones and McKenzie definitely won’t shoot Robin (or Nightwing), they’ll definitely try to gun down Batman.

At least until Jason remembers to retract the order lol. (After which they reluctantly stop shooting at Batman but still not-so-subtly drop hints that they’d absolutely have Hood’s back if he ever needs help with the asshole. Jason doesn’t know what all the fuss is about all of a sudden.)

As for the “would Talia ever kidnap Jason for family time” question:

Yes. Absolutely. And if Talia was busy Ra’s would show up and do it instead.

The al Ghuls adopted Jason into the family. No takebacksies. And while they think Bruce’s overprotectiveness of Jason is amusing (and totally warranted given Jason’s penchant for getting himself into trouble) they draw the line at being barred from seeing their precious sons/grandsons.

So yeah, Bruce and Dick have to deal with Damian and Jason disappearing for a couple days every two months at least.

The first time it happened Bruce, Dick and Tim all lost their minds with panic and when Jason and Dami returned it was to a frantic batfam and the entire JLA in Gotham, on the hunt for Hood and his assassin baby brother ksksks

#what you’re longing for you claim to abhor #ghost talks #musings #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #robin #tim drake #red hood #batman

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spiderispunk · 1 year

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(Because mine is coming up and I’ll need a pick me up about it lol) can I get 🎁 birthday sex with tasm!peter pretty please? Love you! 😘😘

A Cause For Celebration

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x afab!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut (18+ only). Food (A cupcake). Fingering. Unprotected Sex. PinV. Light Breathplay. Fluff.

Summary: In which Peter Parker shows up at your front door with a slightly smashed cupcake and a whispered "Happy Birthday" or Birthday Sex with Peter Parker.

A/N: This is for my beloved Jey (@flightlessangelwings). Happy belated birthday! I'm so sorry this fic took so long, but I really hope you like it. Thanks for being patient with me. I love you!

You didn’t want anything for your birthday.

When you first told Peter, he thought he had misheard you.

“Nothing?” He asked, eyebrows creeping up into his hairline.

“Nothing.” You confirmed.

Peter squinted at you, and tilted his head to the side like he couldn’t believe it. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I just want a quiet night in, with you.”

“Okay.” He shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”

And he’d really tried his best to keep his word, but as he passed a little bakery on the corner, on the way to your place, he couldn’t help but stop.

At first, he hadn’t known how the little hole-in-the-wall had escaped his notice all these months, but then he realized he had more of a habit of swinging to your apartment than using his legs. One tended to miss the little things when swinging three hundred feet in the air at break-neck speed.

The smell caught his attention first. An enticing swirl of warm sugary vanilla-cinnamon-hazelnut and rich chocolatey sweetness that wafted out the front door as a customer exited. He floated into the entrance– literally drifted through the door like a cartoon.

Rows of pastries lined the shelves of the display case. Chocolate eclairs, powdered donuts, flaky, sugar-dusted dough, loaves of pumpkin and gingerbread still steaming as they cooled. But there on the counter, under a�� glass dome, was a lone cupcake, with swirls of pastel blue and white icing sculpted into tiny flowers. A dusting of silver sugar rested on the top, sparkling in the light.

It was perfect. Peter bought it immediately, pulling a crumpled ten dollar bill from his coat pocket. He dropped the change in the glass tip jar, and was on his way with a promise to return soon.

He figured the cupcake didn’t count in the nothing category, as it was much too small, and probably much too delicious to deny.

Peter carefully cradled the cute little box it came in all the way to your apartment building. Unfortunately it got a bit jostled during his ascent up the six flights of stairs, but that couldn’t be helped. .

Two knocks signal his arrival, and you’re quick to open the door and let him in.

“Hi, Pete.” You step aside to let him into your apartment.

Peter brings in the snowy night with him. You can feel the cold drift off of his body. It makes you shiver, even in your pajama pants and sweatshirt. He smells like ice and smoke. Small white snowflakes dust the messy brown hair that has escaped his blue beanie, and cling to his long lashes. His cheeks are rosy red, having been abused by the icy wind. His chapped lips stretch into a smile that reaches the warmth of his hot chocolate eyes.

“Hey, baby.” He kisses you sweetly, tasting the smile on your lips. “Happy birthday!” He pulls the box from behind his back.

You frown down at the box. “I said no gifts.”

“It’s not a gift.” He opens the box. “It’s a cupcake.” He sways the box under your nose. “I passed a bakery on the way over here, figured you deserved something to celebrate. Look, we don’t need to light a candle or sing happy birthday or anything like that. But everyone should get a cake on their birthday.”

You take the box from him. The frosting is slightly smeared, but you can still make out the shape of the delicate flower that was once there. It’s beautiful. And more importantly, the cupcake looks delicious.

“Thank you, Peter,” you say with a soft smile. “This was really sweet of you.”

Peter’s face lights up. “So…I’m not in trouble for buying it?” He wraps his arm around your waist.

“No. You’re not.”

He wipes his free hand across his forehead. “Phew! I was actually really worried there for a second. You’re hot when you’re mad, but you’re also really scary.”

You pull him forward by his scarf. “C’mon, let’s eat this cupcake before your mouth gets you into trouble.”

Peter nods. “Yeah, that’s probably best.”

He shrugs out of his coat, and pulls the cotton beanie from his head. His hair springs free in a frizzy and comical halo. You try your best not to laugh, but you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes your lips.

“What? Are you laughing at me now, sweetheart?” Peter raises his eyebrows.

You cover your mouth and shake your head.

“No?” He asks, draping his winter gear over the kitchen chair. “Sure sounds like it. What’s so funny?”

“See for yourself.” You point to the mirror hanging by the door, and Peter looks at his reflection.

“Huh.” He brushes his fingers through his hair with a grin. “Yeah, I’ll admit that’s pretty funny.” Peter turns back to you and rubs his hands together. “Shall we begin the festivities?”

Thirty minutes later you’re sitting on the sofa watching Empire Strikes Back for what has to be the 500th time, or at least enough times for you and Peter to have memorized every other line. You’re giggling at Peter’s terrible impression of Chewbacca that sounds more like a nauseated cat than the Wookie himself, and Peter is looking at you like you hung the very stars in that galaxy far, far away.

The cupcake box sits empty on the coffee table, only the wrinkled paper and crumbs are left of it. It really was delicious. The blue icing sweet, but not overly so, the cake fluffy with a hint of nutmeg. You were reluctant to ruin those pretty flowers, but in the end, you and Peter split the cupcake in two and chowed down.

Now, you lick the remnants of the sticky icing off of your fingertips. Peter’s eyes meet yours, and his lips part into a blue-stained grin.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers, eyes shining in the light of the television.

“Thanks,” you say. “And thank you for the cupcake. It was delicious.”

His smile grows, albeit a little bashfully. “Anything for you.” Peter drags you closer to him by your legs. “I’m glad you liked it.” He leans towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours softly.

His fingers gently trace the length of your jaw, and tangle in your hair, teasing the curls at the nape of your neck. Normally, you hate when people touch your hair, but Peter is always gentle, and the light tugging of your hair elicits a quiet groan from your lips. Peter swallows it greedily, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

You can still taste the faintest hint of the blue buttercream when his tongue sweeps into the seam of your lips. From the way he moans as his tongue meets yours, you think he tastes it too.

Peter hooks his fingers into the front of your pajama pants, and pulls you into his lap. You settle above him, legs splayed around his waist. His hands easily find the hem of your sweatshirt, and it’s not long before they’re slipping under the fabric to touch the skin beneath.

You surge towards him, hips meeting his in a slow roll, as his hands follow the trail of your spine. Up, up, up, they go, and then around. Cupping your breasts and feeling their weight. Slender fingers and calloused tips. He teases your nipples, pinching and pulling lightly. Working you up with just the slightest touch. It sends a shudder through your body, and a small cry of his name into the air.

Two can play at that game. You think, tugging at the blue corded sweater he wears. You pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you where it falls with a muted thud.

His skin now bare beneath you, you carve a new path across the planes of his body. First over his jaw, then down his throat – you don’t miss the hitch in his breath when your fingers brush over his pulse point. They then sweep across his collarbones, down the lean muscles of his scarred chest, and further down still, following the smattering of hair that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. He shudders and sighs under your touch, jumping slightly to meet your fingers.

Peter watches your exploration with hungry eyes. You can feel the ridge of his erection straining against the denim. You rock against it, your own eyes fluttering shut at the sweet pressure. Peter lets out a huff of your name, teeth digging into the skin of his bottom lip.

Your shirt comes off next, giving Peter unfettered access to your chest. He plants kisses that are somehow sloppy and sweet over the peaks of your breasts. When his lips wrap around your nipple you let out a reedy moan.

“That’s it.” Peter mumbles, spit slicked against your peaked nipple. “Let me hear you.”

You tilt your head back. “Peter.”

He hums. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes are glued to your face, taking in your every movement. His molten gaze burns a hole into your skin. “Sound so pretty.”

“I want you,” you whisper, fingers fumbling to undo the silver button of his jeans.

“Want you too, baby.” Peter’s lips let your nipple go with a pop. “Gotta make sure you’re ready for me first.” And with that, he’s worming his hand down the front of your pants. “Shit,” he groans, playing with the wetness gathered on your underwear. “You’re soaking, honey.”

And really, who’s fault is that?

Slender fingers hook your panties to the side and slide against your folds. Your knees nearly give out when his thumb circles your clit. You yank Peter’s lips back to yours to muffle the moans growing in the back of your throat.

Peter slides a finger into you with no resistance, and mutters a curse under his breath. You’re so warm and wet around him, squeezing him in a way that makes his desire to be inside you flame even brighter. It’s not long before a second finger fills you, stretching deliciously as they scissor and curl within you. A poor substitute for the real thing, which still presses against your ass.

You rock your hips hungrily, grinding down onto his open palm. The friction sets off bursts of light behind your eyelids, like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. A curl of fire licks at your curled toes, arcs like lightning up your spine and settles deep in your stomach. If Peter kept going, he’d stoke the flame into a wildfire. Have you falling apart with a choked wail. But that’s not what you wanted.

“Peter,” you manage to grind out. “Don’t want to come yet. Wanna save it for you.”

You feel his answering grin against your cheek. “That what you want?” Though he acknowledges your request, his fingers still move, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes,” you whine, fighting the losing battle to keep your hips still. Because even though you want to wait until you’re riding his cock, you’re dangling over the edge, and still want so badly to come. “Want to ride you.”

Peter’s fingers stop, still buried inside of your cunt. “Well, it is your birthday.” He pulls your pants down to your knees. “So I guess you’ll get what you want.”

Birthday or not, with Peter you always get what you want. He never passes up an opportunity to spoil you rotten. You are his, after all– my baby, my love– something he’ll remind you of repeatedly in a few moments.

You fumble out of the remainder of your clothes, and Peter hastily yanks off his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop. He also grabs the blanket from off the back of the couch.

“Can’t have you gettin’ cold,” he mumbles, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

You falter for a moment, somehow still shocked at how caring he is. He pulls you out of your thoughts with a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

“Ready for me?” Peter whispers.

You nod, wrapping your fingers around his aching cock. You rub your thumb over the head, wrist flicking slowly. Peter groans, head tilting back to the light of the room. You want to keep going, keep stroking, until you feel the warmth of Peter’s release on your hand. Want to hear the choked moan of your name as you took him to that highest peak–

As if hearing your thoughts, he grabs your wrist. “Thought you wanted to ride me, honey?” He raises his eyebrows.

“I do,” you reply coyly.

Peter’s hands slide to your hips, and he pulls you towards him, until you’re hovering just above him. “What are you waiting for?”

You stroke him again, just to watch the stern look be replaced by one of wanting.

Peter groans. “Need to be inside you,” he mumbles, voice cracking with lust. “Please, honey.”

That’s what you were waiting for.

You sink down onto him slowly, a moan of reverence sliding from your lips, and one that Peter echoes loudly.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Peter’s dropped his head into your collarbone, so his words are muffled by your heaving breasts. “Feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, using the broad surface to steady yourself. You feel so full and so close to him. It’s as if, in this moment, he’s the only other person in the world, and it’s just you and Peter in your small apartment, and nothing else matters but the slow rock of your hips and his body pressed to yours.

You can’t even hear the movie playing in the background, or the sound of traffic right outside your window. All you hear is the raggedy inhale-exhale of Peter’s breath, and your own stilted breaths in return.

Peter’s grip on your hips tighten. “Fuck me,” he groans, something desperate twisting in his voice. “Faster.”

You comply, hips speeding up until they almost match the thudding of your heart in your chest.

“That’s it, baby– shit,” Peter says. “Take what you want. Always fuck me so good.” He tilts his head back against the sofa cushions, jaw going slacked, and looking at you with glazed eyes. His fingers find that hallowed place between your sweaty bodies, and rub insistently at your clit.

You bite your bottom lip, head going dizzy from his praise and the sweet sensation of your own orgasm building up inside of you. There’s the whispered flame curling up inside of you again, licking over your body. You raise up onto your knees, changing the angle in search of that one blissful spot deep inside of you that only Peter seems to be able to reach. You almost wail when you find it.

Your hand slides up Peter’s body, coming to rest on his chest as the roll of your hips begins to lose their steady rhythm. He grabs your hand, a flash of wanton mischief in his gaze, and rests it on the bottom of his throat. You quirk an eyebrow, and he nods, something desperate and unspoken in his gaze.

Peter nearly comes on the spot when you fit your thumb into the hollow of his throat. His pulse thuds under your touch wildly. He bucks his hips up against yours, the dam of his self-control breaking. He holds your hand in place, urging you to squeeze tighter, which you do.

The two of you chase your pleasure together with sloppy thrusts and broken moans. You can almost taste it on the back of your tongue, hot and molten like lead. This all-encompassing, enrapturing desire. Judging from the expression of complete bliss on Peter’s face, you know he’s nearly there as well.

He tells you as much with a cracked whisper of your name. “Please tell me you’re close, cuz I’m gonna come.”

You nod, because it’s all that you’re able to do. So lost in all of it. And then without warning, it builds and overtakes you. You fall against Peter’s chest, a silent cry of his name on your lips.

It’s the end for him too. Though he doesn’t go quietly. Peter explodes inside of you with a strangled groan of your name, and several breathy moans. Warmth floods your body, and you tighten your knees around him, holding him against you like a vice.

“Goddammit.” Peter grits his teeth, as he fucks you through both of your orgasms.

It takes a while for his hips to still and for your breathing to return to normal. All your senses seem to come back at once. Suddenly you can hear the traffic and the movie playing behind you. Smell the sweat that lingers in the air. Feel the stifling heat of the blanket around your shoulders. You let it fall into a heap on the floor, content with the warmth of Peter’s body pressed against yours.

His hands roam your body, more gentle in their approach now. He traces random patterns on the expanse of your back and thighs. Presses tender kisses to your forehead, and holds you tightly against his chest.

“Happy birthday,” he finally mumbles, lips sweeping against your skin.

“Oh yeah.” You grin. “Nearly forgot.”

“That good huh?” Peter gives you a lopsided smirk.

You return it. “Always.”

Peter hums. His eyes fix on the empty pastry box. Suddenly it dawns on him that you’ve had dessert before dinner. He casts a wary look at the clock hanging on the wall. It reads 7:34.

“Did you wanna order food? Or go out for dinner? Or…” He trails off.

You bury your face into his chest. “Later. Just wanna be with you for now.”

In the end, you didn’t go out. Just ordered takeout and cuddled on the couch. It may have been a quiet night in, watching a movie you’d seen a thousand times, but it was perfect to you.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #andrew garfield #the amazing spider man #drabbles #rion writes

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cosmicstarlatte · 10 months

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Customer Service (Obey Me!)

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They try contacting customer service. 🤷‍♂️

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: Certified Shitpost™️, Pathetic Lucifer is my favorite Lucifer

»Notes: It's been a while since I've done a shitpost bulleted fic so ♡reblogs♡ are appreciated. I've had this wip since March apparently? 💀

Lucifer:

A hand on his hip and the phone in the other

This man means business

"Don't talk to me, I'm trying to keep my level of anger"

Held onto his anger for two hours waiting for the next agent

The annoying hold music only fueled him

Tried to be reasonable with the agent when he got patched through

But they were new

"Look, just get me your manager."

Waited another half hour for them

The problem got fixed rather quickly actually

smirked in satisfaction...Lucifer always wins.

If only he noticed the two stuck pages in the manual, he would've not wasted his morning

Mammon:

If he wasn't broke he would've paid someone else to make the call

Waited for an hour but it felt like eternity

"Yeah ain't there a satisfaction guarantee on this anyway!? The customers always right!"

Tried to get a replacement for his earbuds

And a refund while he was at it

Scammy? What?? Nooo....

"They fell in the wash! It's not my fault! Did I get insurance? Who has the money for that?"

Him and the agent went back and forth for a while

The agent finally caved and promised to replace the earbuds

"Finally! Ya better send 'em quick! -click-"

...

He realized he never gave the agent his address & had to start the process all over again

Levi:

Lol

Tried online chat but his specific issue needed a real agent because...of course it would

Tried to pay one of his brothers to make the call for him

They rather stab themselves or wage war against Diavolo than call customer service

Took anxiety medication before trying to call

Waited three hours on hold but played something soothing in the meantime

helloooo ruri and friends crossing

He stopped when he heard the hold music stop

"Hello thank you for calling Akuz-"

click

"It's not that important."

Satan:

This is how a pro does it.jpg

Drank his little coffee and ate his fresh little pastry

See, he set an alarm to call customer service right when they open their lines

Had the number typed and ready to go with a press

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

Finally!

-dialing tone-

"Hello. Your wait time is 2 hours and-"

...

Slammed his phone on the floor and it broke

Went to go fight the company in person

His issue got fixed

The company had to tighten their security after this incident

Asmo:

Is that one lucky demon that happens to get patched through quickly

He was having problems with his devilgram account verification

Just as he started speaking about his issue the agent freaked out

Turns out they were a huge fan and could automatically tell it was the REAL™️ Asmo speaking

The issue got fixed and Asmo stayed talking with the agent because they sounded really cute

One thing led to another and...it went from a customer service hotline to a phone sex one real quick

This always happens when he calls customer service akskjfksls

Beel:

Collected all the snacks he had

Even cooked an entire feast

He needed everything he could get before making the dreaded call

After an hour of waiting (and barely any snacks left) he finally got to an agent!

It was a pleasant experience for both sides

Beel is getting sent replacements for his shoes plus a discount voucher for his next purchase

güd boi™️ as usual

Belphie:

Almost fell asleep while waiting

The music soothed him, they had classical music playing

He's not really sure how long he waited if he's being honest

When he finally got to the agent he sounded so weak the agent was concerned

"Mm? No I'm always like ...losing... consciousness ...it's normal...zzz..."

The agent was still so concerned they sent someone to the HOL to check on him

Beel ended up making the call for him

⬦You might also like: Coconut︱Devil-Mart⭐︱Waffle House

#HIS OWN DADDY put me on this earth to bless everyone with pathetic lucifer AMEN #shitpostcifer #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me humor #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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devildomditzy · 1 year

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Pacts 2; Levi - A Mammon x MC Fic

Part one of ?

Haven’t read Pacts No. 1? Click here for the three part story!

🚨🚨:) this is still missing the final line on mobile and it’s displaying twice on desktop. i don’t know what to do about that :)

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Ah, nothing like a nice mist hitting your face on a hot day to keep you cool from the sweltering heat of hell.

Was it a light rain that suddenly moved in, uninvited? no.

Was it one of those flimsy tourist fans found at human realm theme parks that mixed a laughable amount of water into its foam propellers to bring your body temperature down?

of course not.

Was it your demonic boyfriend spitting out your shared bufo egg tea all over your face in shock at the words that had just left your mouth? bingo.

“YA WANNA WHAT?!”

“First of all, gross,” you grimace, wiping the remnants of the drink off of your cheeks and out of your eyes. “Second of all, I said I want to form a pact with Levi.”

“W-Why do ya need to go a do a thing like that for! You’ve got me! Ain’t I enough?!”

You can’t help the small smile that begins to form on your lips. Of course he’d get jealous over this. And while Mammon was certainly more than enough on his own for you personally, you simply couldn’t help but want to get closer to your newly forced housemates.

“It’s not that! You’re perfect. It would just…be nice you know…to have more than one friend here. And to maybe get to know your brothers more?”

“T-There’s no need! I can tell ya anything about them ya wanna know!”

“You know that’s not what I mean. I want to be friends with them!”

“And out of all of em to be friends with, ya pick Levi?!”

You roll your eyes at your incredulous pact mate. “Well, he was the first one to talk to me besides you. And he didn’t have to be forced to, unlike some people”.

While you mutter the last part under your breath, it was still loud enough to hear, causing a swift flick to your forehead from the second born.

“Oi! Do I gotta remind ya he used ya to make me pay him back? He saw ya as a means to an end! At least I saw ya for what you were.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“A spoiled brat”, he mocks, ruffling a hand atop your head causing you to lightly push him back.

“Cmon. I didn’t make you and Beel marathon TSL for nothing! Levi’s not gonna just befriend some normie who doesn’t know their stuff! I gotta get good!”

“Gross! You’re even startin’ to sound like him.”

“Lol.”

“Ugh! Stop, I feel like I’m on a date with my brother!”

“Lmao. Rofl.”

“CAN IT!”

Mammon takes another irritated sip of tea before continuing, “How’d ya expect to do that anyway huh? It’s Levi we’re talkin’ about. The only person he’s nice to ain’t even a person. It’s a damn fish for cryin’ out loud!”

Your eyes twinkle in determination. “Maybe he just hasn’t met anyone like me!”

Mammon breaks out into a cackle at that one. “Yeah, you’re certainly somethin’!” He can hardly contain his laughter. “Aw shut up”, you shine, playfully pushing his shoulder. “It’ll work! I’ve already got a plan!”

“Ah- does this little ‘plan’ involve me?”, he questions, whipping away a stray tear.

You shoot him a mischievous look as you steal the cup away from him. “Yes, to some degree.”

“Damn. You’re really hellbent on this, huh?”

You nod in agreement. Of course you were, though why you could not disclose to the demon in front of you. You’ve heard someone? or something? calling to you from the top of that spiral staircase ever since you got here, the one Lucifer was determined to keep you from climbing. Unlucky for him, you were just as determined to get up there. The others must be suspicious too, considering the fact they’ve been dropping hints on how to catch Levi off guard.

Appealing to his music aficionado side with a rare cursed record was sure to work to lure Lucifer from the place his been guarding steadfast, but first you had to obtain said record. Of course, that’s were Levithan came in, the owner of the TSL record. Also, adding one more demon friend to your repertoire wouldn’t hurt. The more the merrier.

A TSL quiz, you wagered to the third born, to prove who was the biggest fan. Talking about TSL was about the only way to get him to interact with you, and it seems he wasn’t gonna budge. If he wants you to prove you can be a bigger dweeb then him, fine. So be it. As long as it brought you closer together.

And one step closer to the top of that staircase.

You stand up abruptly, wiping the front of your uniform off. “C’mon, we’re going to go talk to Simeon.”

Your lover looks at you with an annoyed gaze. “Ugh, why do I have to come? I don’t need anythin’ from the angel or the pipsqueak.”

“No, but you’ll do it because you looooove me? Or, you know, I could just command you to come with me?”, you point out, a crucial detail that he seems to forget often.

“Hey! You can’t play those cards! That’s cheatin’”.

You lean forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I learned from the best!”.

The second born (begrudgingly) grabs your hand as you walk towards purgatory hall together in search of Simeon at the behest of Satan’s advice. You needed something big to stump Levi, something he can’t one up you on, something that will make him jealous. And for some reason, it seems the answer to your prayers lie with the angel.

“WHAT!? Woah woah woah slow down! Ya mean to tell me you know what happens in the ninth volume of The Seven Lords!?”, your boyfriend questions, openly gawking at the angel sitting across from you.

Simeon chuckles fondly, “Is that so hard to believe?”. As you converse, Luke sits at his side, pouring you a steaming cup of devilwood tea all the while throwing the man sitting next to you a look that could kill.

“How do ya know all this? What happens to Geldie? To the Lord of Fools? To Henry? Ya gotta tell me!”, Mammon all but begs the angel.

Once again Simeon let’s out a laugh at his astonishment. “Let’s just say the author and I are…close.”

“Isn’t this a series of books? How does Mammon know about it? Does he even know how to read?”, pips the smaller of the two, still holding his glare steady.

“Oi! How dare ya speak to yer elders like that! Course I can read!”

“How long did it take you to finish all eight books?”, questions Luke in an innocent voice you can tell is laced with venom.

“Uh- I uh- I didn’t read the books. I-Im not some nerd! I watched the movies. B-but I coulda read em if I wanted to!”

Luke’s laughter fills the room as Simeon has to hold back another giggle.

“Shaddup, tiny! Even yer laughs sound like yapping.”

Luke snaps to attention at his comment, Mammon’s teasing.

“Hey! I am not a chihuahua!”, he shouts, crossing his arms across his chest.

You give Simeon an apologetic glance on behalf of your second half. He simply responds back with a knowing one, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder.

“Luke, would you please go brew some more tea for our guests?”, he asks as gently as he can.

"Hmph!", Luke indignantly huffs as he snatched the kettle off the table and heads towards the kitchen.

Simeon settles back on the couch after watching Luke leave the room. Facing the two of you once more, he says, “I suggest the two of you make yourselves comfortable. This… may take awhile.”

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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Already losing my mind over your footy au, it’s so perfect. Thanks so much for sharing this brilliant joy with us :’)

[this is ava's pov, so technically a few deleted scenes that won't be in the main fic. still gay & eventually a little nod to christmas lol. @unicyclehippo & @analogoose thank u for accepting that i am on pacific time in california & it is indeed still christmas for me lmao]

beatrice is a revelation.

you remember the first time you had watched her play, when you were thirteen and she debuted for her club at the senior level at sixteen, this phenom, and everyone was talking about her. you remember being in awe of how steady she was, serious and focused and beautiful, even though you’re sure she was nervous: she was pretty, and young, with a sharp jaw and skin a few shades darker than yours, lovely, freckles and bright eyes. most importantly, when she was subbed on in the 61’, she seemed unafraid.

mostly you remember a moment — her jersey tucked in solemnly and perfect into her shorts, her socks even at her knees, her hair somehow staying put in a neat bun — where she won a tackle at midfield, carried it, drew three defenders, and then played the most beautiful through ball you had ever seen. shannon finished, but it was an easy tap in, past the goalkeeper, and you sat on your small, hard bed and looked at the planes of her face light up when she smiled. mary patted her head and shannon gave her a tight hug and you knew, even then, that she was going to be the best player in the world.

it’s surreal to play with her, now, to sit beside her in the locker room and take note of the older lines of her face, her lighter hair, her meticulous skin care routine — an exact order of small, expensive serums and sunscreen — and the way her mouth sets in a grimace when she’s running through physical therapy exercises next to you. the way she talks to your teammates, clear and calm and kind, no matter what’s happening; the way she holds her chin high when she kneels for the anthem and wears her rainbow captain’s armband; the way she moves with the ball like she’s dancing, like she’s absolutely sure there’s no one who can stop her — it’s mesmerizing and a little intoxicating. you think everyone is at least a little bit in love with her.

but somehow, miraculously, a little bit, she thinks you’re special.

she thinks she’s subtle, you’re pretty sure, but no one else gets her to laugh like you do. she puts up with your constant antics and your overwhelming exuberance and terrible puns. she listens to you, quiet and with her unwavering, full attention when you explain to her, one day in the locker room, late, when everyone else had already gone home. she’d gotten mad at you earlier in training, for not tracking back, for going halfheartedly into tackles; she’s seen the scar on your back and been in physical therapy with you for months now.

‘i — i got hurt, going in for a tackle,’ you say, your voice breaking and too loud for the empty locker room, hands trembling, eyes filling with tears. ‘i didn’t have a choice; someone hit my back and then i couldn’t walk, i couldn’t move. i’m trying, okay? i’m so scared, every single fucking tackle. i’m doing the best i can.’ your breath is coming so fast and your chest is tight; you have to sit down and put your head in your hands. ‘fuck.’

she stands still, holding a soft sweater you know she’ll drape over her shoulders, over her perfectly pressed button up, even though she’s probably just going home. she stands still and, mortifyingly, you think she’s going to cry too, which is even worse than just you crying.

‘fuck, i’m sorry,’ you say again. she sits next to you and shakes her head.

‘ava,’ she says, ‘i’m sorry.’ she takes your hand gently and it’s a little reverent, and your heart settles and blooms: it’s only been a few months, but she’s home. she’s safe and thoughtful and steadfast and brave.

it’s not the first time you think it, but it’s the clearest: i love you, you want to tell her.

‘sometimes i forget how hard your career has been,’ she says, ‘how difficult; how i haven’t ever experienced the pain you have.’ she swallows, looks down at her own hands. ‘healing of all kinds isn’t linear, and sometimes it’s slow.’

it’s true: you had lost, for a long time, your favorite thing in the world, the very thing that had made you feel most alive. you had felt nothing; you had hurt, and hurt, and hurt.

‘but it is my job as your captain to see you through this.’

you’d convinced her to go dancing the other night with you, during a bye week, and she had let her hair down and laughed into your neck. she’s beautiful; she was so beautiful, free and unburdened. she had looked at you too.

‘just your job?’

she smiles, gentle and small and just for you. ‘well,’ she says, ‘and my pleasure.’

beatrice is contained, though, toward mostly everyone. you don’t think she’d ever really admit it, either, but you know she’s lonely, in her beautiful house by the water — without color, sparse and modern, and you bring her little trinkets and pillows and candles and flowers and soft throws in yellow, in orange, in a treasured sage green she seems to love. she has her tailored, loose linen, always chic and always professional. she has strict nutrition, carefully made meals from the team chef systematically stacked in neat tupperware in her fridge. you know you’ve, mostly out of sheer annoyance and stubborn, unrelenting affection, wormed your way under her skin — so you take a gamble.

she’s still religious, or at least takes a great deal of comfort in routine and prayer and worship, so you wait until after you’re pretty sure christmas morning mass is over. you’d never say it yourself, either, for that matter, but you’re lonely too, sometimes, and you love her bright smile and freckles and the way she eats whatever you order for dinner when you spend time at her house.

you shoot your shot, wherever that’ll end up, and order a bunch of birthday balloons, a shiny silver 2 and 6, and throw in a few silly christmas ones too, just for the spirit. you buy her a delicate chain, really pushing your luck because it’s plain white gold, elegant and a little romantic, some kind of gesture. you add in a crisp, extremely expensive cotton crew neck, which you’d seen pulled up on her phone while you’d lowkey been snooping. you make chocolate chip cookies — well, really, camila makes them after you burn the first batch, and she rolls her eyes when you explain they’re for bea, but it’s fond and you’re way too obvious; she knows how you feel anyway — and put them in a tupperware. you find the dumbest possible birthday card you can, a little bit obscene, and write, dear beatrice, happy birthday! you’re an old lady now, or something. you steal the show from jesus, in my opinion :) you deserve to be celebrated. once you write the last line you want to cringe, but you only have the one card and you can’t scribble it out at this point. fuck it, you think, and sign love, ava and put it in the envelope, lick the flap and press it shut before you can take it back.

you unload all of the balloons from your car, a little ridiculous, and fit them, and your presents, and your cookies, and a bottle of veuve, and a bouquet of sunflowers — her favorite — into your arms and trundle to her front door and ring the doorbell. there’s definitely a chance she’s not home — still at mass or, probably, doing some kind of aikido training or on a run or swim, maybe even alone at the training grounds — but then, to your immense relief and immediate delight, she opens the door. if beatrice in her careful, neat outfits is revelatory, beatrice in a pair of sweatshorts and a hoodie, her sunny hair tousled and swept almost carelessly over a shoulder, is a fucking miracle.

‘i thought —’ she says, her brow furrowed, seemingly a little lost, ‘you’re not my sushi order.’

‘happy birthday!’ you say, and hold out the balloons. ‘and merry christmas!’

it takes her a second but then a big smile blooms on her face, and you’re so relieved you might cry. she takes the balloons from you with a laugh and then the flowers, carefully. ‘thank you, ava,’ she says, so happy and so genuine. ‘would you like to come in? i don’t think i can enjoy all of this on my own.’

that had obviously been your plan; you wore loose pants and a crop top, her favorite even though she pretends to never notice. you even washed your hair this morning instead of just settling for dry shampoo or a little cap like you sometimes do since you cut it when you’re tired or your back is hurting too much to want to move your arms above your head — a truth you’ll never tell, not anyone. she fidgets with the hair tie around her wrist, and instead of saying anything normal, you bump her hip in the doorway, your faces way too close, and not close enough. ‘leave your hair down. i like it like this.’

she just blushes and nods and steps back; you follow her to the kitchen, embarrassed, but then she carefully puts the flowers in a vase, a little reverent, and you it settles you. she softly tells you that she'd been to mass and sung her favorite hymns; that she misses the snow sometimes, even though she loves the ocean.

‘how did you know it was my birthday?’ she asks, after the flowers are situated and you’re curled on her couch, your feet tucked under her thighs, after she’s opened her presents quietly and read your card, which had made her sniffle and she’d squeezed your hand afterward.

other than the fact that you and your teammates had sang to her over a cake before you’d left to go on break, ‘i’ve read your wikipedia.’

it’s, like, way too true, and it’s out before you can take it back, but then she just laughs, grants you grace as always.

‘i’ve read your wikipedia too,’ she says, quietly, but you sit up to give her a high five, which makes her laugh again. she grows serious, and soft, and puts her chin in the crook of her elbow balanced on the top of the couch cushion. her eyes are so gorgeous and you’re close enough to count her freckles like stars in the fading winter light.

something might happen; your body is practically bursting at the seams for it, but then the doorbell rings and you both kind of jump.

‘probably my actual sushi order.’ she gets up and pads to the door, comes back with what is probably enough sushi for four people.

‘did you… order delivery sushi from a michelin star restaurant?’ you ask, infinitely amused when you see the branding.

she waves her chopsticks around in dismissal. ‘it’s my birthday.’ she purses her lips and delicately picks up a piece of ginger. ‘and i’m rich.’

you laugh so suddenly you’re lucky a whole piece of spicy albacore doesn’t just explode out of your mouth; you couch into a napkin instead. she doesn’t tease you, although she does look on in a little alarm. she had, surprisingly, ordered a bottle of sake, you notice once you’ve recovered with a few coughs, and you get it out with a cheer. ‘yes, beatrice! live it up!’

you share your sake and the best sushi you’ve had in your entire life, sitting on the floor at her coffee table, until you’re full and a little tipsy. you open the bottle of veuve, because she’s tipsy enough to let you, to follow along in your wake as you do everything in your power to feel it all. she pops it carefully, with a towel over the cork, even, but it doesn’t stop you from cheering like you’ve just won the champions league, and it brings a delicious smile to her mouth that you very narrowly avoid kissing.

she pours expertly in stemless, elegant champagne flutes and you lift yours toward. ‘to the best captain and the best friend,’ you say, and it’s incomplete but it’s sincere all the same, something brimming underneath the surface neither of you are quite ready to name. ‘happy birthday, bea.’

she clinks her glass with yours and you drink champagne, bundled in blankets, and eat an insane amount of chocolate chip cookies, on her balcony that looks over the sea, settled onto one comfortable beach chair; she’d let you squeeze beside her without any protest.

‘thank you, ava, for coming over.’

‘yeah, uh, of course.’ you squeeze her strong, bare calf, just above the scar on her ankle. ‘i didn’t — i was alone today, too. i figured we shouldn’t have to be alone.’

she swallows and puts her hand on yours. ‘you’re right. we shouldn’t.’

you rest your head on her chest. ‘strong heartbeat for twenty-six.’

the soft rumble of her laugh matches the waves, and she runs her hands along your face, buries them in your hair for a moment. ‘i like your hair, like this,’ she says.

‘yeah?’ she’s definitely drunk by now, her eyes a little glassy when you look up at her, and you’d give everything — money, your gorgeous apartment with camila, pizza, football — to kiss her.

‘yes,’ she says, and looks up at the stars. ‘i remember watching you play, before —‘ you tense a little, and she just soothes a hand along your spine. ‘before. and it was long. just — like everyone else.’

you have no idea what to say; you suppose it’s true. ‘you watched me play.’

‘of course,’ she says, an easy truth that ignites something low in your stomach. ‘ava, you’re not like everyone else. not at all. you’re the most — ‘ she shakes her head, trips over her words — ‘you’re the most extraordinary person i’ve ever known.’

you take a few deep breaths and then kiss her collarbone. ‘i — feel the same, about you.’

she smiles, and you settle again on her chest; you listen to her heart racing.

‘you know,’ you say, ‘i just wanted to look more bisexual. that was the motivation for this haircut.’

it gets a booming laugh from her, better than any goal.

‘swear to god.’

she kisses the top of your head and then gracefully untangles herself from you, offers a hand. ‘i can order you an uber,’ she says. ‘or — it’s christmas, they’re probably, you know, inconvenient.’

‘you want me to stay?’

please don’t leave me alone; please don’t leave me. it’s unspoken and aching and easy. she nods. ‘if you want.’

‘you have food for the morning that’s not a little prepackaged omlette?’

she frowns.

‘well then we’re going to get brunch, okay? deal?’

she rolls her eyes but she leads you to her bedroom by the hand; there’s no question when she pulls back the fluffy, perfectly white duvet, that she wants you in bed with her. she gets you a pair of sleep shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt, club issued but old and soft and worn, and it smells like her; she turns her back as you take off your clothes and change, leave them in a careless pile on a chair that makes her roll her eyes.

you snuggle up to her in bed and she turns over; your heart swells when she scoots back into you and you wrap an arm around her waist; she sighs. i love you, you want to say, i fucking love you so much, i’m going to die if i don’t kiss you soon. i love you, please.

‘happy birthday.’

she squeezes your hand, and then she falls asleep.

#footy au #avatrice fic #wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #labyrinth.taylor swift.mp3 🤪

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okay so in better than life i think Rimmer says "How on Titan are you gonna pay for that" and i find it pretty interesting, Titan is one of Saturn's moons, now maybe Titan was the last place they stopped at before everyone died so that's why he uses that version of the expression, the place is fresh on his mind and all that, or maybe he ended up on Titan sometime after his divorse and that's why he thinks of it like Earth (in saying the expression like that)

before this continues i'm just gonna say that i will be rambling and nothing else

this is quite early in the show so it hasn't had much time to contredict itsef yet so i'm thinking i can think anything i want about the timeline at the moment. so i'm thinking, remember this is all just bonkers speculation that i find fun that makes about as much sence as the show itself, that Rimmer lived on Titan for a while, not a long while because he doesn't have much time between the devorce and joining JMC, and i know he got previleges to the family dog which means he should've been able to visit Jupiter on regular basis but let's just say he got bored or his family drove him off even further or whatever. point is he made a little life for himself on Titan, maybe a few months, maybe three years, it doesn't matter, but i think it would be interesting what could happen when Rimmer with his peculiarities runs off to another planet's moon and has to adjust to a new society. i have seen a lit of fics where Io is just this 300 years late to modern norms homophobic untrusting society with girls' home strictness levels, and it's pretty funny that so many people have come to that same conclusion even though i've hardly seen any discussion about it (Rimsy's piece of shit family's out there inventing stereotypes for all Ioians lol) back to the point. knowing Rimmer he'd likely feel superior for the upbringing he had and be pompous using his family's achievements as his own, so even if Titan had a chill athmosphere he would likely not get on there either because he just has to be him, and any culture differences might feel like super big deals to him which doesn't help him get comfortable much, probably just fuels his 'out of place' 'never belonging' thing he has made for himself. i'm kindof in a battle with myself now about if he would even get a job, if he would apply for one, like would he go to a coffe parlour and ask for a job where he has to clean the dishes and whatnot when there's no chanse of becoming an officer? maybe if he needed money, i wish i knew how much he had to spare for monthly spending. if he had no need for money then what could he be doing all day, he had to stumble into JMC's workforce sometime. i still believe it most likely that he went straight to them from Io and has been in space sence (except for what little leave they're allowed) but this is a though and i'm skipping with is, okay. another interesting thing about Titan is that it's orbiting the same planet as Mimas, and we all know how gruffy Mimas is. anyway that knowlege just makes my brain bloom with hideous ideas. more likely i think is that he just went there on shore leave and it was a memorable place, it seems pretty from the pictures i've seen so maybe it's just one of the only calming places for him that he yearns to know the tranquility of again, but i've got no bases for that except that it's got a pretty atmosphere.

right-o this end my pointless rant brought on by one singular line, for now at least

#i'm going nowhere with this it's just me rambling about possibilities sorry #red dwarf #tbh i'm still thinking so many thoughts i'm on overdrive but maybe i'll wait until they silidify into something i can actually look at #rather than whatever that block of text was and i also need more info on all the moons' geological features #this stupid show has got me reading about athmospheric composition

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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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Hey, I know you have finals right now (wishing you the best on those, I know you’ve got this!!) but I just thought I would make a request before I forgot about it lol. Obviously, it’s a Stephen Strange x female reader fic because I love him <3 Maybe one where it’s almost Christmas time but that’s not necessarily important I just love the winter lol. But the main part of the story is that they are playing Mario Kart extremely early in the morning (aka they still have their pajamas on, which is the best way to play Mario Kart) and both of them are competitive but in a friendly and loving way?? And some super cute and fluffy ending that I’ll let you decide because I can’t think of one and I trust you entirely :) anyways, hope all is well and that you do well on your exams!!!

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Stephen and Y/N keeping up with Christmas traditions (basically what it says in the request :) )

Warnings: None, just fluff :))))))

A/N: Hope you guys like it !! I'm sorry I've basically been MIA also though, but I'm trying to write more now :')))) Also if you have any ideas or think I could improve my writing in anyway do let me know :)

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(Y/N) groaned as the sunshine streamed through the windows, caressing her face, willing her to wake up, as she tried to fight it, stuffing her face into the fluffy pillows, but eventually failing and flipping over, granted there was not much effort to it. Blinking her eyes, she rubbed slightly with the base of her palm, trying to get rid of the sleep that had formed as they focused on the room that surrounded her, the blurred edges becoming sharper and more visible. She yawned deeply, stretching her arms out a little, before leaning back into the mattress, soft and springy, sinking into the warm embrace of the man that held her comfortably, somehow still in deep sleep, inhaling the familiar scent of pine wood and spice that always stuck to him. Feeling him stir a little at her movements, she was quick to lace her fingers in his dark locks, gently brushing through any tangles, slowly lulling back to sleep. Turning her body to face his she couldn't help but admire him, so at peace when he slept, the lines along his face relaxed and almost non-existent, lips parted ever so slightly, as his chest rose up and down calmly. She found herself smiling affectionately at the sight of him, knowing that it had always been hard for the man to relax, first neurosurgery then the mystic arts and now a protector of the multiverse, he never seemed to be able to give himself a break, at least until her was asleep, it was like seeing an entirely new side of Stephen so relaxed and nonchalant. She wished that he would give himself that more often, for his own sake, but he never listened, always putting the world before himself, honourable but relatively self-destructive, so she figured the least she could do was let him sleep in for another hour or so, and it wasn't like they had any pressing matters to attend to.

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"Honey, hurry up already or I'm going to start it without you", she called tauntingly, waving the multi-coloured controllers in the air, not needing to turn around to imagine the exasperated look on his face.

"Oh my- Would you stop I am getting food for you and me", he frowned, tapping his foot impatiently, almost spilling the milk over the edge of the bowl. He was usually against cereal, claiming that it's not a food for an adult, but there were exceptions. Capping the carton swiftly, he balanced the two matching bowls and mugs unsystematically in his arms, nearly letting everything fall over in his hurry to reach her.

She could only grin in delight as she started counting backwards, "Three, two-", knowing how much it annoyed him, which was only confirmed by groan as he got closer to her spot on the couch.

"Okay, stop", he huffed out, freeing his arms as he placed the food on the coffee table, plopping down and grabbing his controller out of her hold, "I'm here".

"Just in time", she teased, waggling her finger at him in a disappointed manner, before shovelling a spoon-full of the probably unhealthy sugary cereal into her mouth, savouring the tooth-rotting taste and adjusting her grip around the controller.

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dark locks as he leaned back onto the plush velvet pillows that were splayed along the seat, "Yeah, yeah, just start the game and then we'll see who's talking".

"If you say so ?", she sang out, confidently hitting start, unable to help the way her smile grew wider as the familiar music rang out, almost bursting in excitement.

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He bit his lip hard, unable to feel it as his heart raced with adrenaline, whispering under his breath, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon", his fingers flying along the controls, gaze fixated on the bright colours on the screen, before it all went blank and revealed the scoreboard. He fell face-flat onto the fluffy pillow, partly hoping to suffocate himself so he wouldn't be able to feel the embarrassment that he did now. How was it that he Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon and master of the mystic arts, was unable to ever beat his fiancé at Mario Cart.

"Ahahahaha, YES", jumping up and down on the couch cushions, she caused him to shake around with her, as she waved her arms in air, performing a terrible victory dance, exclaiming, "I am triumphant once again". On another day, he probably would've made fun of her for it but at the time he was wallowing in too much self pity for that.

He sat up, swiping a palm across his face contorted in confusion, "I never understand, you always win at the last second".

"It's called being the queen of Mario Cart", she smirked, giving him an affectionate poke on the arm, to which she got no response but a pout from the sorcerer, which was pretty uncharacteristic from the man who always needed the last word.

She shook her head, chuckling as she moved closer to him bumping her shoulder against his and letting her head drop onto his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, "Awwwww, are you upset". She placed a soft kiss on his skin, the heat radiating off him warming up her lips, hoping to get an answer, and yet he still kept to his pact of silence.

"You are such a big baby", she huffed crossing her arms, slinking down onto the side of the armrest, glaring at him.

A sudden thought came to her mind and she grinned maliciously at him, which he took no notice of, "If you won't talk to me I guess I just have to use extreme measures", before raising her fingers to his sides, tickling aggressively, breaking his stoic manner as he burst into laughter. She moved closer to him, to get a better angle at tickling, causing tears to brim at his eyes and her to giggle along with him.

"Okay, fine you win, just stop", he managed to admit defeatedly even with his hard laughter, raising his arms in the air, like waving a white flag at her, pulling her into his lap, still smiling, "I love you". He rested his hands gently on her waist, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, humming softly as her fingers twirled around the strands of hair on the back of his neck, watching her lovingly , before pressing her closer to him, joining their lips for a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, she nestled herself comfortably in his hold, enjoying his warmth, whispering "I love you too", as she pecked his cheek affectionately.

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Sullen Books

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, passive angst

A Kuroo Tetsurou x reader one shot or???

a/n: no comfort on this, i wanna pin this mf till the end of my breath LOL; i honestly had a hard time on this one, avoiding as many clues as possible omg; fufufu

"ーma. I don't know."

"Well, we all don't know. And c'mon, she's pregnant. We have to be present in her life in these times. She's alone."

"She's not. That motherfucker will be right there with her any day now."

"And the other one."

"Not the other one."

"If you could be so kind with him."

"I just wish they'll kill the biggest motherfucker ever existed."

You're staring at the vast table that's lining this book café in the university. It's not crowded in this time of day, still got some vacant seats elsewhere, but not directly next to you.

You tried to sleep again when you noticed your phone died and the humming music in your headphones got silenced, but, for the love of God, how? Muffled conversations is all you could hear. You tried not to groan in frustration.

"Akaashi's visiting this weekend, are you really gonna pass?"

You also waited for the other one with the muffled voice to answer to maybe put an end to your over reacting misery. But it never came. Right. Keep that silence and never talk again. Your head is still turned away from them, resting on an opened french book. You didn't read it, you don't even know much about french, you just love how it smells it lulls you to sleep. Yes, your kind of pillow.

Shufflings that came from things being dumped to a bag and minimum volume of a game you once played with your brother over the few months sounded. And Lo! Silence! The last you heard from the man next to you before you went back to your dreamland wasー

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

It was raining when Kuroo walks out of the university and onto the bus stop. The transparent umbrellaーone which she had left and forgotten in Nekoma's gym from the last Training Campーwas somehow relaxing to watch. The droplets make a hurried plop sound and it slides to the sides, hang on the silver tips and falls to the already wet pavement. He occassionally stares at it as he walks.

Then he heard some heavy books fall in the other side of the pavement, near the bicycle parking area. He turned to your unsuspecting figure that's too messy on picking the scattered, and now wet, books. Your bag threatening to give up on your shoulder too. He just stares at your back for a second or two and walked on, fearing he might miss his bus if he would help you. Also ignoring the fact that he somehow remembers that same long light blonde hair from the university book café three days ago.

"Why is this wet, Y/n?" the attendant on the book café grumpily asked you as you returned the books you borrowed. You frowned as you recounted to him yesterday at the sidewalk just by the bus stop. "You have to pay for the damages."

Your jaw dropped. "But no pages were torn." Your frown deepened when he dismissed you with a tab you have to pay before exiting the book café, or you have to face extra payments in your tuition. Ugh.

You grouchingly made your way to your spot. The book café is strategically situated at the center of a cross road in the university and your favorite spot is facing a part where students rarely pass by, it's peaceful with all the trees fresh to spring forth leaves.

Then you saw a raven-black haired man in your spot. Your frown deepened just a little more you can feel almost wrinkles automatically appearing in your face. Not your day, huh?

His face is turned to your side. He's not especially handsome but he's sort ofーwellーfanciable, at the least. But not your type. Definitely. You grimaced and plopped your things gently to his side, a chair away, not giving up the serenity this spot has to offer. But still grumbling because that grumpy attendant has banned you on the books until you pay up. Grr. You put your headphones on and decided to rest your eyes.

You woke up to the sound of soft dings. You peered and accidentally caught a glimpse of his lockscreen. A golden-haired girl next to his beaming figure. And the screen darkened just as fast. You couldn't care less but that woke you up real bad, your head started to throb.

You were grimacing and finding a perfect angle to rest your head against your arms but to no avail. It was until you tilted your head to his direction again. He's facing you right now and snoring. You softly snorted and somehow, to the soft hum of his snoring and music on your discarded headphones now hanging on your neck, you found yourself closing your eyes.

Kuroo jolted at a tiny pull on his hair and he looked up to find Kenma. "I have been texting you for two hours already."

Kuroo groaned and put his stuff back on his bag, finding a note with his notebook. I like it when you sleep, so adorable but unaware of it. You look so peaceful.

"If I haven't gone hereー"

Kuroo shoved all of his things, note included, to his bag and slung it on his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his sweater. "Sorry. Sorry. Let's go."

"Y/n, go with me to this wedding in Miyagi please? It's in 3 weeks."

Your nose scrunched up when you read your brother's message that weekend morning. You yawned as you dialed his number.

"Please! It's my friend's wedding."

"But why do you have to bring someone?" Geez.

"Well, everyone I'm close with are bringing dates."

"Then bring your girlfriend!" Ugh.

"I don't have one! No more of this. You're coming with me!"

And he fucking hanged up on you. Miyagi's 2 hours away. What the hell is he thinking? You rolled your eyes as you took a shower to start your day and classes is in an hour. You'll definitely gonna be late.

The hall was packed already when you arrived. This is a new class you just enrolled in because you just realized this is a prerequisite to that one major next semester. Blockmates are not as kind as you think, if being new to the place is still not as inconvenient.

Your eyes flew to an empty seat at the back. Next to that same raven-black hair in the book café. His eyes were dead straight to the professor and writing stuffs as he goes on with the lecture, thankfully ignoring you as you bend down trying to be obscure. He didn't spare you a glance when you sat next to him, just a subtle drag of his scattered notes out of your space. And you ignored it.

Cold.

But you were surprised when he hurriedly came pass you out of the book café that afternoon. He was all smiles and seemingly excited for something. You looked back to where he is going. And you saw her. The same golden-haired girl in his lockscreen running to meet his open arms.

"Tetsuuu! I missed youu!"

"Hey! Don't run!"

She jumped to his arms to where he spinned as he catches her, hugging her tight, brows all up above his closed eyes, face snuggling in her neck. You saw how his hug tightened as the second passed by, brows furrowing and you have to go on in the book café because of the weird feeling you had harbored in that scene.

The day you gave up a day in your favorite spot is the day you sat by the entrance and see how his face changes as he talks to the sunshine girl that has her waist carefully held by another man standing beside her. You saw Kuroo's face under his mask.

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

A voice rang loudly as you watch him watch the couple in front of him.

Kuroo's mind was swarming with lots and lots of thoughts. Mostly from what his friend said about his wedding. Wedding. He felt like he's tearing up. What a weak man he is. He just wants to storm outside the lecture hall and go straight home or anywhere else where he can scream his lungs out. His thighs are popping under the long line of desk, his fist resting on it as it bounces up.

"Lemme answer that, sir!"

"Okay, Miss Y/n. Mr. Kuroo is somehow not in my class right now."

He closed his eyes in realization that he was called a few times, and that a girl, you who is sitting rows away from him, saved him from half of the embarassment. C'mon, Kuroo. Focus. Head on the lecture.

Friday came and your brother was already nudging you to pack your things for both of you will be in a train in two hours. That Miyagi wedding is a hassle but you can't ditch your brother when he's being too cute in front of you now.

"So who is this friend that's getting married?"

He grinned in his seat and pulled out his phone. "She's my crush way back first year." Your brows shot up at his confession as he shoves his phone to your face. "Isn't she pretty? Her name is Tsukishima Ran. Well, tomorrow, she'll bear a new family name."

Your face went cold when you saw the bride-to-be. Your eyes travelled to your brother so slow and flickered back to his screen. "Y-yeah, she's really pretty."

You should've asked him before you sat on that bloody train to Miyagi. Now, you wonder what to do to avoid people. You felt your breath hitched as you realize you'll see him again, now out of the university walls.

The walk to the stunning venue was unnerving. The men were in black and the women are in either gray or white. You padded the white fabric against your skin and turned to your brother. "You look scared Y/n." He took your hand to his arm for you to cling to. "You want to poop?"

"Idiot." You hissed and pinched his arm to where he flinched and laughed as he ushered you to a table full of his volleyball friends.

You took a deep breath and act insignificant, dying to ignore the stares of a blond-hair-with-black-roots man across the table. You restricted your eyes to your phone, to your space in the table and to your brother's face. You badly want to end the night fast.

"Ran-chan! Well, you'd still be myーourーRan-chan even if you're married to that fucker. I'd still be your knight in shining armor whenever you need me, will always be available, but not on changing diapers okay? That's someone else's job."

"Who is that someone else?"

"Her fucking bestfriend, who else!"

Your head perked up when laughs were roaring throughout the venue as a man from the nearby table raised his middle finger to Kuroo, of which he kindly returned.

"In all seriousnessー" That stare he gave to the bride sent shivers to you, it made you want to run away.

"ーI'll still protect you and the ones you love with my life. That's how you both are special to me. And to that small one in your tummy right now.." He trailed his eyes to the groom that's still beaming throughout his friend's unsuspecting confession.

"He'll have the bestest dad ever, and the coolest uncle and a bunch of extra shitbag uncles. Best wishes to the both of you. Be happy now."

Kuroo wasn't supposed to say those words aloud. He wasn't supposed to. He was dead-set on keeping his feelings under control but seeing her in her wedding dress with his friend next to her, he lost it. Now he's desperately trying to find a peaceful place away from the venue to rant out, beer on one hand, loosened necktie dangled around his disheveled polo.

And you found him hunched on one of the small round pavillions away from the venue. He was sobbing real hard when you silently walked up to him. The ice came in contact with sunshine and it melted, drowning you too in the process. You pursed your lips and sat quietly two spaces away from him. That moment you held with him was suspiciously your solace from all else that's bothering you right now. His sobs, heaves, whimpers and shuffles, trying to wipe his snotty nose in his slacks. He might've noticed you but chose to ignore, like what he has been doing for the past two months.

He must really love the bride. To the point where he has no choice but to put down his mask like this. You hummed and rested your back on the wooden rails that's encasing the pavillion, careful not to make much noise, careful not to watch him cry his heart out. You closed your eyes, enveloping yourself with the sound of cries from a heartbroken Kuroo Tetsurou.

It seemed like an hour or two before Kuroo stopped crying, the can of beer crumpled on his bloodied hand. He felt his legs cramped as he stretched out and caught a hand next to him. He breathed heavy and out as he brushed the back of your hand with his thumb and looked up at your peaceful, angel face.

He's not an idiot to not know you're around. He just chooses to ignore you to not pass the pain. And he can't, he's still too in love with Ran. He's too in love with her to pay attention to others poking on him. And so, he walked away without waking you up.

Years had passed and you found yourself in his proximity again. Well, you applied at the Japan's Volleyball Association on the sole purpose of indulging what your brother loves, and now you learned to love too. Never did you know it's also his field.

Wait. Who were you kidding?

You still remember the thing Kenmaーthe blonde hair with black roots guy from that weddingーsaid to you after you woke up alone in that pavillion.

"It's better if you stay away, Y/n."

You were still shocked about how he knows your name. And if this is what it is, then Kuroo knows your name too? Is that it?

"He's dead-set on Ran right now, and maybe for a few years. He'll never be ready. I know him. When he's into something, he's going all out."

You remembered what Kuroo said in his message a while ago. "If he's gonna protect her and her loved ones, then who's gonna protect him if I avoid him now?" You smiled. "It's okay. I'm not asking for reciprocation. This is not business anyway."

Then you left Kenma dumbfounded.

You didn't know when did you start falling for Kuroo. Nor know why are you acting like the situation's okay with you. You just know that you're at peace when you see him. Just seeing him breathing and comfortable is okay.

Through the years, you started to do things to make him comfortable in every littlest way. To making him coffee when he's out cold on his desk during a night-shift, to the simple saves you did just to ease his way out of a situation, to that bento you bought him once when he forgot to buy his lunch, to volunteering to cover his shift when Ran's twins needs him for something, to rigging the Christmas raffle to let him win the vacation package.

All those were subtle. And you're comfortable with it. At least, he's happy with it.

Over the years, much to his displeasure, he is still in love with Ran. He has fully accepted that he can't be that person whom she will love, and naively thinks that acceptance itself will make him move on. Oh how wrong is he. Now, he's suffering from your little gestures of appreciations and love.

If he just fell out of love with Ran, he'll gladly turn to you. If he just forced his way to you, he'll gladly hold you in his arms even if you're both hurting. If he's just brave enough to drag you into his life, he'll kiss you breathless. But he won't, and he can't. Coz he loves someone else.

And how bad was it for him when that day came on both of you. Him, holding you in his flailing arms, tears coming down his cheeks and trying to grip your hand to a note from years ago you thought he discarded, returning it to you but the thought's so reversed now. Kenma's words ringing in his ears as he stares at you.

"If you're gonna protect her and her loved ones, who's gonna protect you if she's not around. She said something like that. And you don't have to reciprocate what she gives, she added. She's too pure for your dumb ass but let her love you, Kuroo."

You just made an irreversible sacrifice. And he's gonna regret this for the rest of his life. Well, it's not so long before that too. Kuroo smiled through his tears and he kissed you so earnestly, the kiss he should've given you in that pavillion, or when you saved him from the professor's questions, or when you stared at him getting broken with the wedding news from his friends, or when you walked up to his side on that certain class, or when he saw you getting stumped with so much books under the rain.

He should've done this kiss to you a long time ago, instead of waiting for it from another. He wasted so much time.

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #FS prelude spinoff _kuroo tetsurou #sullen books #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #with special participation of #kozume kenma #CAN YOU GUESS WHO IS SHEEEE #fuck all the clues...#okay it's done #too bland? or okay?#haikyuu kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo #tetsu tetsu #kuroo angst

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frozenwolftemplar · 8 months

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Writer's Month Day 18: Free

Fandom: Carmen Sandiego (Netflix)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,730 (just dawned on me to include this, lol)

Summary: Carmen and Player have some time to themselves before meeting up with the others, and Player has a fit of inspiration for a fun way to spend it. After all, a park lawn presently being watered by sprinklers is basically an open invitation.

Author's Note: Someone in this fandom (not sure who) formed the headcanon that Player takes a gap year when he turns 18 and travels the world with Carmen; this fic makes use of that. Happy readng!

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“So:” Player didn’t look up from his phone as he walked, tapping and swiping through windows with practiced speed. “Shadowsan should get here later this evening, and Ivy and Zach tomorrow. Their ACME job just wrapped up in Seoul, so they’re good to hit an early flight first thing. Provided the plane leaves as scheduled, they should touch down sometime around ten-thirty, we all swing by the hotel to drop their stuff off, and then we should be good to get started on some sightseeing. Sound good?”

Merry lines crinkled around Carmen’s eyes as she looked over at Player, walking alongside her. He used the same clipped efficiency she remembered from the briefings that flowed through her comms before countless capers back when they were taking down VILE, and hearing it again caused something warm and comfortable to stir in her chest.

Was this what nostalgia felt like?

“Red?”

At the verbal nudge, Carmen blinked back to the mostly-empty park they were walking through and met his questioning look with a grin. “Perfect. It’s almost like you’ve done this before.”

“Who, me?” Player blinked up at her- he’d grown taller since she first saw him in-person, but she still had a good two or three inches on him- with obviously feigned innocence. “An expert in booking flights and scheduling rendezvous? What do I look like, some kind of tech genius to an incurable globetrotter who still can’t figure out how to book her own airline tickets?”

Carmen chuckled. “Something like that. And hey,” his footsteps broke out of their steady rhythm as she nudged him playfully with her shoulder. “I’m getting there. I booked our tickets to Osaka myself, didn’t I? And the train tickets to Matsumoto?”

He answered with an impressively flat look.

“Okay,” she amended. “Mostly by myself.” Because no matter that she was the one operating the touchpad and clicking the appropriate buttons, the feat would have been impossible without Player perched next to her in the hotel, coaching her through each screen and patiently pointing out where to click.

“That’s more like it. But hey, a few more cities, and you’ll be a pro. Maybe not as good as me, of course...”

Carmen huffed a laugh.“I can live with that. You said we’ve got time before meeting up with Shadowsan?”

Back down to the phone Player dove, pulling up and scrolling through windows with a speed Carmen’s eyes never could keep up with. “Just checking for any delays or traffic slow-downs...” he muttered as Carmen, at the rapid pattering of a jogger coming up behind them, took ahold of his elbow and steered him onto the grass (they’d already nearly been bowled over by her twice and what kind of master thief nearly had the same accident three times?).

“About half an hour.” Player slid the phone back into his pocket, matching his stride to hers as they stepped back onto the pavement.

Carmen hummed thoughtfully. Not much time, relatively speaking, but after a couple of months traveling together, they’d gotten remarkably good at making the most of even the briefest length of time. “We can work with that. Anything you want to-”

A sharp hissing sound cut her off. They both stopped and looked towards sprawling emerald-green lawn the path bordered, where an army of sprinkler heads had just popped out of the ground and were busily filling the air with misty plumes of droplets, sprayed out in wide, sweeping arcs over the grass. Player whipped towards Carmen, grinning wide, eyes alight with a sudden idea.

Carmen tilted her head in confusion, brow arched in incomprehension. They were just sprinklers, nothing to get excited about.

“It’s a hot day,” he said in a leading tone, nodding towards the lawn. “Want to cool off a bit?”

Carmen blinked.

....He couldn’t be serious.

Her confusion must have showed (not that it would have made a difference if it didn’t; she’d never cease to be amazed by just how well he could read her), because now he was looking at her with disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’ve never ran through sprinklers?”

“Uh...no?” Carmen looked over his shoulder at the grass being subjected to a localized rain shower, brows furrowed. Run *through* them? Was this a Canadian thing?

“Seriously?” Player looked at her quizzically. “No one, like, ever set up sprinklers to water the Academy lawns?”

She shrugged flippantly. “Never needed to. It rained a lot.”

“And your mom?”

“Artificial turf. She said she gave up on grass a long time ago.” Because apparently, grass did not mix with dozens of kids stampeding over it day in and day out for a decade plus.

”Uh-huh...” Player nodded slowly, letting her answer sink in. The second it did a grin burst across his face, impossibly wide and bright enough to cause Carmen to fight a squint. “Then this is perfect! I can finally show you something cool!”

The uncomprehending brow was arched higher. “Niagra Falls doesn’t count?” Because from where she stood, thousands of gallons of water rushing over a cataract was definitely a more impressive sight than urban lawn care.

“That’s different.” Player waved a hand, brushing aside one of the natural wonders of the world like it was as pedestrian as a rain puddle. “This is a summertime tradition. Every kid does it at least once. You *have* to. It’s the rule.”

A smirk answered him. “Even if I got hung up on rules-“ (they both knew she still didn’t), “I’m pretty sure they don’t apply here. I’m twenty-two.”

Player shrugged, unbothered by the technicality that was age. “So? Better late than never.” He crossed his arms and looked at her archly. “Don’t tell me the great Carmen Sandiego is afraid of getting a little wet?”

Carmen huffed through her nose. “Of course not.”

“Then...?”

“It’s just...” she chewed her lip, rolling her eyes upwards, away from his quietly expectant face to search the cloudless sky for words, then shrugged lamely. ”I’m just not used to doing ‘kid stuff?’” A pathetic answer, she knew, especially since she knew Player knew what an average day at the orphanage looked like for her, but playing tag with the kids in her mom’s yard or even Marco Polo with Zach and Ivy at a hotel pool (an old mainstay during their travels, one she’d never tired of and was frankly looking forward to once they finished sightseeing tomorrow and returned to the hotel; now that Player was here, they were going to try teams) just felt...different from what Player was proposing.

She supposed VILE was to blame for her hesitation, at least partway. She *was not* a part of them, but their old lessons were still a part of her, from protecting the face to perfecting the featherlight touch that was a master of stealth’s perennial pride to more delicate lessons in criminal comportment, memories tinted with the posh, perfumed scent of Cleo’s classroom. A professional thief, per the haughty echo that still rang in the back of her thoughts, always carried themselves with dignity while out in the field, a mantle of aloofness that precluded any unsavory questions from passers-by being an indispensable part of any outfit. Accordingly, when she’d taken up her own mission of bringing VILE to its knees, her modus operandi had, by habit, included the attitude of abstaining from any public displays of spectacle.

So, yes, VILE had a hand in her hesitation, but...not fully. Part of her sensed that even if she had grown up as her father intended, ignorant of them and away from their clutches, she’d still be wearing the mantle, albeit out of nature. She just...wasn’t that sort of person, she supposed, to spontaneously run through sprinklers in a public park, saving those indulgences in ‘kid stuff’ for more private venues; a mirror of sorts to how Zach and Ivy never did share her enjoyment of high-class galas (both far preferring the street fair fundraisers they frequented back in San Diego which, she could admit, held their own charms).

Player’s expression softened as he listened between the lines. “I get it, Red, but look around.” She obediently did, scanning the park in all of a second. The day, even as it slid towards evening, was too hot for most people to brave the outdoors, and the only person in sight that same laser-focused jogger who had eyes only for the pavement speeding under her Reeboks.

Player followed Carmen’s gaze as she tracked the woman and, in answer to her knotting brows: “I doubt she’d notice.”

Carmen didn't. True, the woman had proven to have commendable tunnel vision, but two definitely-not-kids running through sprinklers making a spectacle would likely be the exact sort of occurrence that would *force* her to take notice of her surroundings.

Hence her opinion remained unchanged: no way

But when she looked back at Player with a disagreement on her lips he was holding out a hand, hopeful, eager. “Please, Red? It’s fun...”

She supposed she should be embarrassed at how little it took for her to capitulate to puppy-dog-eyes and an enticing sing-song, but, well, what else could she do when such a request came from her best friend? And, well, when she looked at the sprinklers, still chkk chkk chkk-ing away, the sound oddly enticing, she couldn’t ignore the fact that a part of her really did want to.

She offered one final rebuttal, but the smirk curving the words robbed it of any purpose beyond their old, familiar banter. “I doubt getting soaking wet in your clothes is fun.”

"Oh, just wait."

The second she set her hand in his, he tightened his grip and bolted onto the lawn, darting through the jets of water and dragging her after him. Droplets laughed against her skin, splashing and tickling her with a cool so sudden she gasped. Then the laughter was seeping into her, causing a light, tripping feeling to bubble up in her chest. Ahead of her, Player tugged left, taking Carmen in a zig zag path, not missing a jet of water, laughing loud as she shrieked at each spray they crashed through, the giddy, wheeling sensation in her chest at last spilling over into a rush, wild and without reserve, of girlish giggles.

The sound spurring him on, Player banked sharp to a right, heading for a sprinkler head whose fan shaped plume was arcing high, unfurling straight into the air. A wild light blazed in Carmen's eyes as she saw his intention, and she summoned a burst of speed so she was no longer being dragged behind him, but running alongside, then ahead, strides long and pounding as she gathered herself and leaped through the spray, elegant and unfettered to cause the roe envy. She kept her speed as she landed, heading for the next jet to the soundtrack of Player racing not terribly far behind, whooping in a way she hadn’t heard before and cheering with abandon as she flew, arms spread out wide behind her, through spray after joyous spray, a wilding set free.

Crud, she would always be amazed at how good it felt to just play, no constraining rules or machinations for victory; no confining chessboard or suits of diamonds or spades to pen you in; just her and Player running through sprinklers, getting absolutely soaked for the fun of it. It was exhilarating in a way the capers never had been.

“There!” Player, bangs dripping into his eyes, laughed when they at last came to a stop on the far side of the lawn. “Told you it was fun!”

Carmen pushed a tendril behind her ear. “Yeah,” she panted, grinning wide, a lightness somersaulting joyously in her chest. Really, it was more than fun; she couldn’t explain how, but the sensation of racing through the jets coupled with the feel of her decidedly damp shirt clinging to her skin was oddly freeing, unlatching a door inside her she hadn’t realized had been shut and loosing all manner of coltish, frolicsome impulses she never knew were hidden inside her. She grinned slyly over at Player. “But you know what would be more fun?” Not giving him time to answer, she tapped him on the head. ”Tag!”

“Wha-“ he blinked after her as she bolted through the sprinklers again, fleet as the wind and completely heedless of the jets, shouting, over her shoulder, “You’re it!”

For a moment he stared, wondering how in the world Carmen, who’d needed an explanation for ‘Simon says’ when her mom asked her to lead the littler kids in a game, knew what ‘tag’ was (the possibility of Shadowsan teaching her back on the Island both did and did not make sense), then threw off contemplation in favor of, with a cry of “La Femme Rogue!” that would have had Zach and Ivy in stitches and Julia trying very hard not to be, taking off after Carmen.

“You will not escape this time!”

Such a bold statement very nearly came true as his quarry nearly doubled over laughing as she stumbled to a stop, hands wrapped around her middle (crud, that was a terrible impression).

“Ah ha! She has a weakness!”

“Not fair!” Carmen panted as she straightened and resumed running, albeit with a smaller gap between pursuant and pursuer than before.

“All’s fair in- WHOA!”

Proving that even in imitation she held the advantage over her old adversary, Carmen pivoted on a dime so Player’s reaching hand armed with ‘Tag!’ completely missed its mark and, being propelled by its owner’s momentum, proceeded to cause said owner to topple towards the ground. Player hastily tried to correct his balance, slow his fall, and regain footing in the slick grass, but ultimately his efforts proved futile, seeing him faceplant heavily- Thud! -on the ground.

A candle attacked by a bucket of water was doused slower than the sprightly mood that had glistened over the lawn.

“Player!” Carmen darted to kneel by her friend, breathing heavily but otherwise motionless. She moved to grasp his shoulder to shake, then thought better of it, leaving her hand hovering uncertainly in midair. “Player, I am so sorry, are- can you-“ Crud, she much, *much* preferred being the unconscious one. “Can you even hear me?!?”

“...Red?”

Carmen breathed out a sigh of relief (small relief, he could still be concussed or paralyzed or a dozen other grim possibilities). “Player, thank goodness, are you hurt or-“

“M’fine, Red. Just...”

She bent closer as he trailed off to hear better, completely missing how one of his hands was scuttling towards a sprinkler jet.

“Yeah?”

“YOU’RE IT!”

Grasping the head, Player shoved his thumb over the jet so it sprayed directly at Carmen.

“AUGH!!!” She fell back, spluttering and trying (uselessly) to shield her face from the spray with her hands as Player leapt to his feet, front smeared with mud and grass but eyes wild with fun. “That doesn’t count!” she managed once the water was back on its normal trajectory. “You didn’t tag me!”

“Eh,” Player shrugged, unrepentant. “A technicality. Besides, I thought you didn’t get hung up on rules?”

“Fair point,” Carmen, after some deliberation, conceded with a slow, thoughtful nod. She stood, idly brushing some blades of grass from her thighs. “And since we’re playing that way...”

She glanced up at Player, and he gulped, catching the way the sun snagged on the mischievous glint in Carmen’s eyes. “Uh oh.”

“I’ll give you a head start.”

On her next circuit, the impossible happened and the jogger paused, running in place as she watched the pair frolicking in the sprinklers, the earlier game of Tag having devolved into a tickle fight. A smile blossomed across her face and she turned to a man who had just materialized beside her, also watching the pair. “Nice to see young people enjoying themselves.”

“Yes.” The man nodded his concurrence, the years melting from his weathered face at an especially wild peal from the girl as the boy attacked an unusually ticklish spot on her ribs (no regrets on divulging that secret to him, that was certain). “It most certainly is.”

And none, Shadowsan thought with a grin as the jogger moved on and he turned back the way he came, letting Carmen and Player have this moment to themselves, the laughter frolicking at his heels lifting the corners of his mouth, deserve it more.

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uhuraisgay · 3 months

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fic writer meme

ty lore @megafaunatic for tagging meee :3c

How many works do you have on Ao3?

fifty three as of today. tomorrow? who knows.... (probably still fifty three)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

518,435 words .... wrow.....

3. What fandoms do you write for?

historically its been all over the place but theres so much stuff rotting and dying in my gdrive that has never been posted so i feel like i have a broader actual ouvre than is represented on ao3. which is mdzs heavy at least in the past couple years

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. beyond all limit (wangxian i wrote for lore right after i first read the book) 4. if the story's over (moshang post-divorce get-together fic) 3. someone as good for me as you (written in 2016 for holster and ransom when i was reading check, please. LMAO) 2. at least as deep as the pacific ocean (written in 2015 in the clearest example of 'person distraught by the tragic ending of a tragedy misses the fucking point and writes a coffee shop au of achilles and patroclus after she read tsoa' ever, even bigger LMAO) 1. your name safe in their mouth (lsz gets his dad back, and other emotional adventures)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i used to try to reply to every comment i got but i stopped doing that around the same time i went to college and got more depressed. but i love reading comments and i sometimes reply if someone says something that moves me or like. asks me a question about the fic that i want to elaborate on? because i love to yap

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm not really good at writing straight angst i feel like it's normally like. angst with catharsis. but i wrote some explorations on grief in the past couple years that i feel like have the angst factor (what i have of you about nhs after nmj dies, and then when your beard fell out about my sweetie pie kageyama tobio in middle school after his grandpa dies)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i have a lot of silly fluffy fics... idk i try to toe the line mostly of like. the joys and sadnesses of human experience but sometimes you just gotta fluff it up. i'll set the table, you can make the fire, which is book verse aziraphale/crowley living in a cottage and being in love, comes to mind....i love that one

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think i've ever really gotten hate on a fic? i have been extremely lucky in that regard. especially since my whole ouvre from like 2014 onward is on that damn site and much of it is very cringeworthy.

9. Do you write smut?

not well!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

i often will do like kind of a quasi-crossover kind of thing rather than a True Crossover wherein i take characters i like from one medium and plop them into the roles and places of characters i like from another medium. i did a dragon age wangxian fic where lwj was the inquisitor from da:i called we held together the fragile sky that kind of exemplifies this dynamic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of or that anyone has ever notified me of, but i also don't look that hard. if this has ever happened, it would hurt my feelings, so please don't do it ? lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! and i was honored

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not as such but i have one not-intended-for-posting fic which is basically just a transcription of jokes i have with my roommate about haikyuu characters LOL which i think counts as co-writing. she's my co-writer in spirit even if i'm the one at the keyboard

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

my answer to this changes with every new fixation i have. like right now it's kagehina. if you asked me four years ago i would have said wangxian. You Know?

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO MANY...i think probably my fullmetal alchemist nie brothers au....i try not to post things until they are done and fully edited now, but that one was a whim-based fic that i lost all strength for as soon as i started thinking too hard about kagehina. i also had a fem nielan sci fi au that was vaguely based off beauty and the beast but nmj was like stuck in a ship and she thought she was its computer and that she was a program but she was actually a person....which i never posted any of except snippets on twitter and i think it was just too sprawling for my current skill level...i just was never able to wrangle it. but i am fond of it nonetheless

16. What are your writing strengths?

based on what other people have told me i would say the way i write sibling / family relationships, and while my prose is not always pretty i do think it can be pretty at times ...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i feel like it's often too self-indulgent even if that's what fic is for lol, and i tend to look back on fics and think, i wrote that because i had feelings about it and wanted to say it, but i'm not necessarily sure that This Character would say/do that at this point in time....idk like i fear that when i don't think about it hard enough my characterization can be weak or guided by what eye personally would do vs. what The Character would do. but some of that is because the majority of my fics on ao3 are from years and years ago and i (hopefully) have continued to improve

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

i'm picky about it but when it's done well i think it's really fun and builds so much of the world/character. i think when it's bad it's really bad. when i go about it i try to think about like, a) do i know this language myself/do i know someone who does. if the answer is no i try to keep it really minimal. b) how do people who know multiple languages approach speaking those multiple languages naturally in real life. like (IN MY EXPERIENCE) ppl don't tend to switch languages for random words mid-sentence unless those words are like, mom, dad, uncle, aunt, ect...maybe swearing if they're less familiar with one of the languages and don't know slang/swearing in it...but again when it's done well it's really good and i'm not an expert. i just can kinda tell when it feels off when i read it, if that makes sense...(it's the same way i feel about grammar lol. sometimes i can just tell it's a little Off)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

probably either fma or soul eater or the sister's grimm book series when i was in middle school. or maybe doctor who? idk i had a lot of fanfic notebooks that i have since destroyed and then regretted destroying

20. Favorite fic you have written?

at the present moment it's in these coming years my kagehina love letter but again i feel like it changes constantly. like the more i write the better i get and the more the newest/most polished thing i've written sort of Becomes my favorite just by default of my satisfaction level with it. sorry if that's a bad answer

tagging @yuebings @dcyiyou @burins @cairoscene @cafecliche @perilously sorry if you've been tagged already also if you want to do this and i didn't tag you just say i did. I'll shut up now

#look at me. president of yap city #anyway here's my Distinguished Writing Thoughts.

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crestfallercanyon · 1 month

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🏜️ 🥤🍓 :)

Thank you so much for the ask @mmmichyyy !! I'm excited to answer.

First off, the (I actually don't know what this is lol) 🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Um, I just appreciate people enjoying my work, honestly. Always makes my day. I do enjoy when people point out lines that they liked, and especially if they think it really sounds like the character I'm writing for (when it comes to fanfiction). It just makes me feel good. But honestly, just hearing someone enjoyed what I wrote truly is super thrilling and I love hearing from people reading, so really anything.

and then the 🍓, how did you get into writing fanfiction?

So I started writing original fiction a LONG time ago, like when I was a young tween. I got into fanfiction due to the pandemic. I just wanted to write something indulgent for me, and had never heard of ao3 and had never had a tumblr either. My first fandom I wrote for (knowing it was fanfiction, I technically wrote Doc Holliday/Katie Elder fanfiction way back when, if it can even be called that),but my first fandom was Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Then it was a teeny tiny video game fandom that I won't even say that's how small it is. Then coldflash, then my friend got me back into TMR and I haven't left TMR since, but have picked up others like Inception and Shameless.

It initially started as a practice to try to help me get my pacing to be better (because I tend to write too long). And now I still think my scenes are probably a little too long lol, but I have become a better writer over the years. So yeah, that's how I got into it!

🥤 recommend a fic or an author I love

Oh, do we have all day? I'm going to take up all day. I realize it says "an" as in probably only one, but I went way overboard. like embarrassingly so. I have so many recs. This got out of hand and I wasn't even done but it's time for me to go to BED so I have to STOP. Anyway, here is my list of recs. I moved this question last that's how long this is lol. Hope you find something you love from here!

@subjecta5newtella , (unbelieve on ao3) they don't miss. I've read several different fandoms of what they've written and they're all great. They also write killer second person fics which is just like, it takes a damn good writer to do that. Also I just learned they've also written for Avatar and Merlin and now I will be reading more of their fics. (also fuck me I have not commented on so many of these I'm such a bastard, I need to comment). Anyway, Some fic recs from them of what I have read that's been great

A Hundred Thousand Loves (for just this one), Maze Runner, Minewt, T+

And if This is What it Takes, Stand By Me, Chris Chambers/Gordie, M

holding all i used to be sorry about, The Flash, Hartmon, T+

They also do great Star Trek: TNG and just Star Trek in general fics

@blue-summers, bluesummersmoon on ao3-- I love all of their thomally. They have written for thomallyweek a few times now and I just -- there is something so lyrical about how they write, and whether their melody is a tragedy or a lullaby, it just always sings. They also have a greece au that's fantastic for tmr. They've also written for other amazing fandoms (I believe I have read their Merlin fic now that I am looking at the title) and I just. I recommend. (they've also done LotR which I'm so mad impressed by and they've done Merlin too!)

Oh when you love it, TMR, Thomally, T+

Meltwater, TMR, Thomally, G

The Greece AU

fissures, TMR, Minewt, T+

@qlala, qlala on ao3 as well, they don't miss. Their fics always are so good. I particularly love their modern aus, I don't usually love aus with coldflash but I love all of qlalas, I also don't usually read kid fics, but you guessed it, qlalas are fantastic. They are such a good writer, and their coldflash just has me chomping at the bit. I often drift on the sides of coldflash these days, but whenever I see they've posted I am brought back into the swirl of them and I am ever so happy to be back because that's how good qlala is.

and because I'm a sucker for soft possessive coldflash, here's one of my absolute favorites: and in your heart I feel how cold it can get; which by the way I just realized how tragic that title is and I am in awe again. So good.

Also this au where Barry is a hired escort and Len is a politician hiring him to raise his ratings with the polls (there's a part two as well/not really technically tied to this story but same universe) that's gold: talking with your fast hands, saving all your slow dances -- very good (also that song the title is from is also a banger, winnetka bowling league my beloved).

@sam-loves-seb, sam_writes_fics on ao3, I am pretty sure they are my most bookmarked gallavich writer, I love the way they write gallavich, also their fucking power to be able to stick to like themed MONTHS and churn out GOOD FICS so FAST? because of time and because their stuff is all that good, I am genuinely just going to link their whole profile and tell you that if you like gallavich you won't be disappointed, they're amazing.

I don't know their tumblr, but pink_ink is another fantastic gallavich writer. They mostly write explicit stuff, and it's all great. They have a (few) multiple chap fics that absolutely stole my heart. My favorite one of theirs? It is absolutely so poetic and sexy and tragic, and Mickey's voice is on fucking point.

Regular What, Shameless (US), Gallavich, E

Paragraphs is also really good. A Shameless multichap ,Gallavich, E

Another tumblr that if they have one I don't know, but I also love spqr's works. It's funny because I've actually just naturally ran into them like several times while delving into fandoms, I never looked at their dashboard until I hit them I think three separate times because I was like "wait, I recognize this author, did I read something else of theirs?" and it was straight up in an entirely different fandom. The fics I did that on are as follows:

madwoman, The Queen's Gambit (TV), Beth/Benny, M

Whensoever, The Sandman (TV), Dreamling, E

the dry sand of daylight, Inception (2010), Arthur/Eames, E

Um, I could do this for hours just going through my bookmarks, but I genuinely am getting tired so I don't want to do that. One day maybe. But, some fics that I would absolutely be a complete dunce if I did not mention because I reread them SO OFTEN. So here we go:

Ready by comebacknow, The Maze Runner, Minally, M

all i want of the world, coming down, Inception (2010), Arthur/Eames, T+

burnout by Tattered_Dreams, The Maze Runner, Brenda/Gally, T+

makes a cathedral, him pressing against me by misandrywitch, Shameless (US), Gallavich, No Rating (and its companion! and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it by intimatelyrearranged)

Cold Storage by @sproutwings (sandrine shaw on ao3 -- also filled with great fics), the Flash TV, Iris West & Leonard Snart, T+

and for a woman wert thou first created by @hamartian-cathexis, The Maze Runner, Minewt, T+

this is what makes us girls by @its-tea-time-darling, TMR, Rachel/Sonya, E

Pinesong by aperplexingpuzzle, Legend of Zelda BOTW, Link/Revali, T+ (this ship came as such a surprise to me, but it's so good)

Stag and Wolf, Wyvern and Rabbit by deadlifts, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Claude/Felix, M

Adagio by towine, Fire Emblem: Awakening, Owaine/Inigo, M

and I'm currently (while behind) REALLY enjoying two incomplete fics

ad nauseum by Order_Of_The_Forks, Dimension 20: Fantasy High, Riz Gukgak/Fabian Seacaster, T+

Stitches by nightmarechild, Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn, Rhys/Shinon, T+

These are all courtesy of the writers truth or dare! I love answering questions so thank you SO SO much for asking! if you want to ask more, just send me a message, I'm not shy <3

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Idol || Anyone but you - 7 JJK

A/n Sorry it’s been a while guys. I low-key felt like I rushed this fic and got stuck. I may or may not edit this fic later on when I’ve finished it! Also I will be adding in more social media interactions and fame stuff soon so don’t worry if you’re missing it! Sorry guys <3

Warnings: Fuckboy!Jk, Jealous Jk (as usual), low-key think Jk is toxic but that’s only because of his past and needs time and patience to unlearn the traits. Double standards kinda giving low-key misogynistic vibes Jk, Reader and Jk’s friendship is like a nonstop rollercoaster, toxic. Smart mouth Jk and flirty Jk, Smut !!! Dry humping, Jk eats y/n out, Dom!JK, Subby!reader, Jk is a switch but mainly dom, same with reader but around Jk she finds herself being mainly Subby. Y/n gives Jk a handjob, Subby!Jk, whiny!Jk omghsshdjdn Nsfw 18+ referencing, Angst warning in this chapter (when is there ever not angst in this fic? Lol). Petty jk, even pettier reader. Tension. Reader is a big time fuckgirl/player, slow burn (kinda?) fic, will write more warnings in future chapters.

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“This is insane!” You paced up and down in your bedroom frantically as he laid there half naked, covered with the sheets as he watched you. “Y/n I think-.” “You think what??? What the fuck Jungkook, I’ve never been a home wrecker” you paused as he gave you a look, “knowingly at least?! Whoever I slept with as hookups, I never knew them as people. Oh my God you’re my ex best friend! I know you, I’ve known you for God knows how long.” “6 years” he added, “I don’t do that shit, Jesus!” You whisper shouted as you tugged at your hair. “Y/n” he called out looking at you as you groaned to yourself, “poor Lisa -fuck I’m such a terrible friend. She didn’t deserve any of this.” “Y/n would you relax? We’re on a break” he sighed out as you sat on the edge of the bed, “what?” You straightened your back. “Me and Lisa, we’re on a break and discussed that we could see other people during it to take time to figure out what we really want” he explained as you let yourself fall onto the bed in relief. “As for us, is it really that bad that we did this?” His eyes gave away a mixture of emotions that were hard to tell apart, “Jungkook do you hear yourself right now?” You sat up to look at him.

“Everyone thinks we’re fucking, even the fans who have their delusions. The boys think that we have multiple times and don’t even believe me when I tell them that we haven’t” he shrugged. “How can you be so unbothered about this? You were my best friend! Best friends don’t fuck each other. I know that you and I sleep around a lot with other people often, but come on Jungkook. We have always known not to do this with each other. Have you forgotten the meaning behind the word friendship? There’s a line. I’m not any of the girls that you pick up for a night and then kick them out of your bed after you’re done with them, and you’re not any of the nameless people I have a good time with and then never see ever again. This is different than the lifestyle we have. This is a friendship and we crossed the line!” You stared at him as if he had gone crazy. “I don’t live that type of lifestyle anymore” he looked down at the sheet in front of him, his fingers playing with the sheets. “Of course you don’t, that’s because you have a girlfriend” you scoffed, “no I stopped way before then. When you left, I didn’t want to live like that anymore. How could I continue to have a woman under me every night when you were always on my mind, do you have any idea how disgusting that made me feel at the thought of it? I couldn’t get you out of my head even if I tried. And believe me I did, I tried. It made me feel sick to my stomach and I tried everything to make it stop, I tried to replace you and it still didn’t work.” He breathed out.

“So if you think I’m unbothered about this because I’ll treat you like everyone else, you have no idea how wrong you have this.” He looked at you once more as tears started to sting at the corner of your eyes. You felt at a loss for words, the boys had said to you often that you and Jungkook always seemed to have the wrong timing. Maybe it was your commitment issues, maybe it was pure fear that you could lose him again when you had just gotten him back in some twisted way. Eventually he’ll get bored the way he usually does with women and you understood that more than anything because you did the same to people. You already lost him once and you weren’t about to lose him again after just getting him back. “We can’t do this, we were just drunk” you finally said as your chest started to feel heavy, you throat constricting from the feeling of being overwhelmed. His shoulders slumped as his head looked down, eyes focused on his fingers on the sheets once again. It was silent, “jungkook? Say something” you placed your hand on his shoulder as he went stiff at the touch. He finally raised his head, a stone cold expression on his face as he nodded “You want to act like nothing happened? Fine you can try, but I won’t and I already told you that I won’t let you forget it either.”

You stood in your kitchen in silence, cracking open some eggs as Jungkook was on the other side chopping up vegetables. The rest of the boys were still asleep and neither you nor Jungkook had said a word to each other since you left your room. “Good morning angel” Jimin walked in rolling his neck from side to side as he stretched, “hi my prince” you greeted back as he kissed your forehead. “Suddenly I don’t exist anymore” Jungkook rolled his eyes as Jimin laughed, “good morning jungkookie” he smiled at Jungkook who was playfully glaring at him. He then leaned over to you, “dramatic ass, as if I don’t see him 24/7” Jimin rolled his eyes, lowering his voice as you giggled in response. “Sounds like you had a good night last night” he winked at you as you almost dropped the bowl full of eggs. “Huh?” You looked at him like a deer in headlights as Jungkook stopped his chopping right away, not daring to look back at you and Jimin. “You know what I mean, I went to the bathroom. I thought I was hearing things because I was still half asleep but I heard those pretty little moans and I thought hm, what’s that angelic sound?” he put his finger on his chin as he pretended to think, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “So where’s your vibrator collection, let me see what you’re into” Jimin licked his lips as he teased you, you playfully hit him in response. “I’m pretty sure she brought home a guy” Jungkook cleared his throat as he glared at Jimin for flirting with you, the colour draining from your face. “I saw her kicking him out this morning when I woke up” Jungkook continued as your let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Not surprised, but I didn’t expect you to do it with us all in the house you naughty girl” Jimin smirked, “Jungkook did it” you murmured. “Used to” Jungkook corrected you as he glared at you, “angel, you know you don’t have to keep bringing someone home. I already told you before, I’m here whenever you need” Jimin winked once again as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh please, you couldn’t handle me” you regretted saying that because Jimin was now giving you his famous seductive look that he uses on stage. “She’s right” Jungkook agreed as you both turned your head to him, “you can’t handle her. She’s the female version of you, Jimin” he added innocently before putting a chopped tomato into his mouth.

“What was that?�� You whisper shouted at Jungkook as he looked around, “what?” He shrugged at you nonchalantly. “You know what, are you crazy?” Your eyes widened at him, “you don’t want them to know?” He sighed at you. “Well, I just-.” “Are you ashamed of me or something? Oh but it’s ok if it were Jimin I guess, sorry would you have rather it been him?” He looked pissed. “No Jungkook, just imagine being friends and hearing that your good friend had gotten drunk and fucked their long time band mate/brother” you rubbed your temples. “I don’t think they would even be the slightest bit fazed” he challenged you. “Can you stop thinking about yourself for a second? You would get a pat on the back for it and nothing would change. I’m a fan and a close friend to everyone, they all care for me and they trust me. I would have broken their trust completely by doing something like this. They could think things like oh, she just took advantage of our friendship just so she could fuck one of us. What’s next? Fucking all of us?” You stressed, “ok that’s a bit of a stretch” he tilted his head at you giving you a look, “ok! Maybe?! But it doesn’t stop the fact that it would cause a rift in our relationship. They might stop being close with me, things would be awkward and never the same. All because of a drunken mistake.” You sighed out. “Ya! We’re all going to the store, are you guys coming?” Jin shouted from the other room, “no!” You both shouted back at the same time whilst looking at each other annoyed.

“Okay damn, what got in both of your panties” you heard Jin murmur from the other room. Jungkook looked at you before trying to hold in his laugh, you knew he was probably thinking of something along the lines of, ‘actually we got into each others panties.’ He then looked pissed again as if he just remembered what you said, “So I’m just a drunken mistake to you huh? A mistake?” He scoffed, “I didn’t mean it like-.” “Be back in thirty try not to kill each other whilst we’re gone. My hands are too pretty to be cleaning up blood” Jin shouted before closing the door. “Then what did you mean?” Jungkook stepped forward, “I just meant that we only did it because we were both drunk. We weren’t in our right state of minds, shit like that happens” you explained. “And what about when we’re sober?” He stepped even closer to close the space between you both as you looked up at him, your breath quickening. “Well that wouldn’t happen” you said quietly, “really? Why not?” He looked down at you and your lips, his tongue swiping over his own lips and piercing. “Jungkook” you warned, “what?” He tilted his head taunting you. God, he looked so good now that he had grown his hair out and gotten the piercings. You took in how beautiful he really looked, he was always so pretty and it always surprised you how he seemed to just get better and better looking each time. Your hands reached out on his chest lightly to stop him but you stilled yourself in an instant. You couldn’t think straight when you felt his muscles underneath your touch, remembering how good it felt last night against you. He tilted your chin upwards to look at you, leaning in closely as his lips ghosted over yours. He gave a smirk as his cool breath fanned across your face, “noted. I think I got my answer” he stepped back with a arrogant smile before walking off.

It started out innocent, you thought that he would be cooperating with your want to forget about what happened. You thought maybe he had pushed it down deep into his subconscious just the way you did. You were wrong, he meant every word when he told you that he wouldn’t let you forget. He made things hard, deciding to hit the Hybe gyms in compression shirts and came home drenched with sweat. Hair wet, compression shirt clinging to his body even more which showed off his buff chest and biceps and tiny waist. You don’t know why he purposely didn’t change out of it when he came back to your place, he could of easily used the showers there at Hybe. “Nah, I like your shower more” he winked before peeling off his compression shirt in front of you and tossing it into the laundry basket. You turned away to give him privacy, he was now shirtless. All you wanted to do was have a normal conversation about his reasonings to come home like that. Now you were in your room, outside your bathroom wondering why he decided to use your specific bathroom and not the common shared one in your hallway that the rest of the boys used. Turning away from him, wondering how you got to this point. “You okay, angel?” He had a teasing lilt to his tone and you just knew he was tilting his head with a sly grin. “Yep, all good just giving you some privacy to do what you need to do” you awkwardly said. You heard his pants and underwear drop to the floor and you froze, his presence coming up behind you as he reached out for the towel in front of you and wrapping it around his waist. His eyes never leaving your reaction as your eyes stayed trained on the wall in front of you, not daring to look at his face or turn around to see him naked. Well, half naked now since he had the towel wrapped around him. You felt the presence of his warmth and breath against the shell of your ear, “why? It’s not like you haven’t seen everything before already?” He chuckled, voice low and raspy before you heard him walk away to the bathroom.

Or when you were in the kitchen with the rest of the boys, placing freshly cut watermelon in the middle of the table for you all to snack on. Every slurp, wet stream that slipped out of his lips and onto his chin as he made eye contact with you. His eyes half lidded as he groaned with delight, “mhm tastes so sweet” he said as they all agreed, “but nothing could beat the sweet taste of-.” “Death” You interrupted him whilst glaring as he chuckled to himself. Or the time when you were brushing your teeth and he knocked on your bedroom door to wake you up, “mmsheere” you called out from the bathroom. You heard footsteps getting nearer followed by Jungkook coming into view as you looked through the mirror, he leaned against the door frame. His hair messy, oversized t-shirt paired with grey sweats that had you foaming at the mouth and it wasn’t because of the toothpaste. He had a lazy smirk on his face, “oh you’re up, I was gonna come wake you” was all he said as you hummed in response before spitting into the sink. You put the toothbrush back into your mouth to brush your tongue as he watched you in silence with the same smirk on his face. You knew that look too well, the one he often had when he was about to say something out of pocket or dirty. “It’s been a while since you had something other than a toothbrush in your mouth, huh?” He said casually as you gagged in surprise at the sudden sentence. You glared at him through the mirror as he laughed, “mhm yeah that sounds real familiar” he winked, “junshgook” you groaned, “that too” he chuckled as you spat into the sink and kicked your leg back to shoo him away. “Hurry up, I made us breakfast” he giggled before tapping the wall and walking away.

You going into the room flustered didn’t go unnoticed by him. Blush never showed up on your cheeks and skin but curse Jungkook for knowing you too well. When he took the remote from you, he let his hand linger on yours for too long. Biting his lip whilst shamelessly gazing at you, “thanks” was all he said before turning his attention to the tv. He held a smirk on his face, knowing you were staring at him with squinted eyes. As he looked over to you, he opened his mouth grinning “what?” He said quietly. “Jungkook if you wanna play games with me then that’s fine. But when it gets to a point where I start doing it back, don’t be afraid.” You raised your brow at him as you sat down. You knew the power you held in your sexual aura and so did a lot of people.

“Really? Cause I think I would enjoy it a lot. It’s you who’s afraid. Besides, you were the one who was screaming that night” he challenged as he raised his brow back at you, “who said I was afraid?” Your narrowed your eyes at him as you moved closer, he paused for a second as he took in your sudden change of character. “I’m sorry mrs. Oh no we can’t let the boys find out, we were just drunk it meant nothing” he threw his hands up as he mocked you. “Sorry, I meant drunken mistake” he rolled his eyes as he looked away. You chewed on your lip in response, he was right because you did say that but God did he have to look so hot when he was putting you in your place? “Because look at the way you’re acting! This is exactly why! You couldn’t even try to be subtle about the situation. Instead, you make jokes right in front of them. I’m the only one thinking logically here” you scoffed, “yeah? Well fuck your logic, maybe if you gave it a chance you would see.” he crossed his arms. “Give what a chance? Telling them? Are you crazy?” you rolled your eyes, “No dumbass, this whole friends with benefits thing or whatever you wanna call it. There’s no point in denying the attraction we both have for each other. As for telling people then fine, if that’s what you want, it could remain a secret.” he stared at you. “We were drunk” you spoke, more to yourself to convince yourself. “What are you so afraid of? That you’ll fall in love with me?” He pushed as you stuck your middle finger up at him, “fuck you, Jungkook.” “Already happened. Oh wait, sorry oops I accidentally spoke about it. But don’t worry, it didn’t mean anything and won’t happen again because we were drunk” he spoke bitterly. “Fuck you” he said again quietly. You looked at him once more as he scoffed, it wasn’t unnatural for the two of you to argue like that. The boys often said you always argued like an old married couple.

Before you knew it you were straddling his lap. He looked up at you with wide eyes, “what are you-.”“shut up” your hand went to the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair as you leaned forward to capture his lips in a bruising kiss. He groaned against your mouth, hands instantly going to your waist. His fingers dug into your skin to keep you in place as if he were scared you were going to run away at any point. You started to move your hips over his hardening crotch, he gasped in response as you pulled away to kiss down his neck. You began to suck on the skin as he let out a whine, “t-the boys, th-they’re gonna see” his hands started to roam up and down your body to try to touch you everywhere at once. “You wanted them to know, you’re gonna have to deal with it” you looked at him, eyes confidently staring into his blown out pupils and flustered face, pink dusty blush over his cheeks. He bit his lip as he looked at you, your hands running down his chest. His breath hitched before his breathing became more shallow, eyes staying onto yours as your hand got lower to the waistband of his sweats. You paused and he waited for you but it wasn’t long before he was impatiently grabbing onto your ass to rub against his crotch harshly. He gave your ass a slap. You bit your lip hard to control your moan from coming out, “don’t” you grabbed his wrists as he gulped, nodding. “Sorry” he let out quietly, you almost cracked a smile at how cute he looked and sounded. Your hand disappeared underneath his sweats so quickly that he didn’t even realise, letting out a surprised loud moan as you palmed him. “No underwear? Dirty boy” you tutted at him teasingly as his eyes widened again, “didn’t do my laundry” he said sheepishly before cutting himself off with another moan. He bucked his hips up into your hand desperately as you gave him a look, instantly stopping. Eyes pleading, your hand started to move slowly not bothering to take him out of his pants as you leaned forward to look at him sultrily. Your lips ghosted over his, “kiss me, please noona” his voice came out breathy as you licked your lips. You couldn’t help but moan at the way he begged for you.

Your lips attaching yourself to his once again as he let out small whines and whimpers. You slipped your tongue into his mouth as you picked up the pace with your hands, “fuck fuck fuck” he breathed out followed by a long drawn out groan. You lifted up his top with your other hand, fingers lightly tracing over his abs that started to contract. Your fingers graced over his nipple, rubbing it slowly before giving it a small tug feeling him bucking his hips up in response. You sat back to watch his fucked out state, his eyebrows furrowed as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and dimples poking out at the sides of his cheek. A sheen of sweat glimmering over his face and body. He was truly a sight to behold especially looking like this at his most vulnerable. “You gonna come for me baby?” You gave him a smile as his head shot up at the nickname, eyes looking into yours like he was about to lose any ounce of control he had left anytime soon. Your hands squeezed his balls firmly as you toyed with his other nipple, “Hmmf, please wait noona. Wait, wai-.” His voice became more high pitched, eyes lidded as he looked at you. The way you stared at him as if he was the hottest thing ever, hand going around his neck to lightly squeeze. “Come on, my love” you moaned as his cock twitched in your hands straight after. You felt the spurts of sticky white cover your hands and the inside of his sweats. He let out a loud moan as you lightly kissed his neck and temple, “did so good for me” you praised as you felt a little bit more of liquid come out from him. Once he calmed down, he looked at you dazed as if he couldn’t believe that just happened. “Well, now you have an excuse to do laundry” you got up, leaving him on the couch.

Panic settled over you as you stood in your room. Why and how did that just happen? You knew you often made dumb decisions when it came to your high sex drive and needs to get someone to satisfy you. However, you had never once given someone pleasure without getting some in return. Hell, you never even saw a person twice or had the urge become so strong to do something like that. You spent so much time trying to convince yourself and him on why you should keep that night a secret. At least that night had an excuse, you were both drunk. Today? There was no getting out of that situation. What was it about him that had him on your mind so much to the point where you needed to experience it again. You had fucked friends even ex close ones (who were close at the time) before, you had often fucked strangers. Never had you felt this way. The sound of the door opening and closing echoed the hallway, followed by the boys announcing they were home and loud chatter. You patted your hair, fixed your clothes and looked at yourself nervously in the mirror whilst spraying body mist. You rolled your eyes at yourself, why were you doing all of this? It was pathetic. You felt guilty to face the boys and that’s what you hated most, keeping secrets from your best friends. You entered the kitchen, licking your lips and rubbing your hands together, “what have we got?” Looking at the bags of take-out. “Shwarma for you, your fave” Namjoon gave you the bag as you made grabby hands at it. “Joon, you get sexier every time” you smiled at him as he chuckled, “where’s Jungkook?” Hobi asked, “God knows” you bit into your wrap. Speak of the devil, he walked in with a fresh pair of clothes. Hair slightly wet as he spoke Korean to the boys about the food and grabbed a bag. “Why the change of clothes? You weren’t wearing that when we left?” Jimin eyed him, “took a shower” Jungkook shrugged. “Again?” Taehyung questioned, “felt hot and uncomfortable” Jungkook eyed the contents in the bag before nodding. The room was silent except from hums and moans of delight from the food. Yoongi sniffs, “what’s that smell?” He asked as he scrunched up his nose, Jin sniffing beside him before he got closer to you and sniffed you. “It’s angel. Why do you smell so strongly of that” Jin laughed as everyone looked at you, “I uh, I needed to run out to the store but I stank and needed deodorant” you lied as Jungkook choked on his chips from holding in his laughter, you glared at him. “Oh makes sense” Jin nodded as they all agreed, Jungkook looked at the boys in disbelief for easily falling for your lie.

Neither you nor Jungkook made a move to talk about what happened, it had been two days. In all honesty, you think Jungkook had been trying to but you were avoiding him. You decided on focusing more on the other members and made more effort to speak to them than usual. As you all breathed out heavily from dance practice, you wiped the sweat off your forehead. “I’m gonna go use the Hybe showers so we don’t all have a huge ass line back at your house” Namjoon bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. The rest of the boys agreed and followed him to the door, “alright, I’ll see you guys back at home” you waved them off, barely even able to speak as they nodded, “Jk you coming?” Hobi asked. “Yeah, yeah be there in a sec or I might just use angel’s shower. I prefer that one anyway” he started putting away his stuff in his bag as Hobi nodded and closed the door. The silence was deafening as Jungkook dropped his bag, looking over at you. He raised his brow at you before rolling his tongue in his mouth, “you wanna tell me why you’ve been ignoring me after giving me a mind blowing handjob randomly in the middle of your couch?” You folded your arms before looking around the room, “I’m not ignoring you” you spoke as he gave you a look. “Fine, I may have been avoiding you a bit” you dropped your hands to the side as he nodded. “Look, Y/n” he started off, you felt sick at the way he used your actual name. Something you only heard him say when he was having a serious talk with you or was extremely pissed at you. “If you’re not interested in me and this makes you feel too weird then I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you to do things you felt pressured into, I was childish-.” “You didn’t push me Jungkook” you cut him off as he sighed. “I value our friendship over everything. I just got you back, I don’t want to lose you again” he looked at you worried. You stepped forward to him, “I think you’re right, we’ve gone past a line in our friendship to the point where it’s not something we can forget about and move on from.” You breathed out, “it wasn’t fair of me to ask you to forget about it. I understood why you would be so upset.” You continued, “yeah, but I acted petty and I haven’t been that type of person since the past. That’s a learnt part of me that I disliked and I spent a lot of time trying to unlearn. It’s no excuse but I’m so sorry. I want to do better and I’d rather not fuck up this chance.” He shook his head. “Jungkook, I don’t really know how to explain this but I think I was just really scared. If I’m honest, we’ve never been the type to sleep with the same person twice. I’ve slept with close friends and strangers and never thought about doing it again. I just, I don’t know I don’t want to let anyone down and most importantly I don’t want anything to happen to us again. The weird thing is that It doesn’t feel weird for me at all that we’ve done this. If anything, it scares me how much I actually want it” You admitted as he stared at you. He reached out to touch your chin, “I understand. I hate that I can’t help but be selfish. I know I shouldn’t but when it comes to you, I can’t help it” he whispered to himself. You looked at him confused, “what do you mean?” He gave you a small smile before shaking his head, “let’s go home.”

For the past week, you were both back to normal. Remaining strictly friends and Jungkook wasn’t teasing you about your previous sexual time together at all. In all honesty you felt a bit disappointed and at loss from the situation, you missed the jokes and the way he would speak to you or look at you. Especially after being so vulnerable with him enough to tell him that you wanted more but didn’t know where to stand. He wasn’t vocal on his decision but you’re sure that he decided to be just friends between you both after the talk. “What’s up?” Jungkook leaned in to ask you as you hummed in response, “it’s games night and you’ve been sitting down here completely out of it for a good 10 minutes” he let out a small laugh, “you okay?” He asked as you nodded. You looked over at him, how could he be so okay with going back to act like nothing happened? Yes it may have been what you thought wanted before but now that it’s happening, your mind is spiralling to so many thoughts. Most of them sexual, half of them looking at how handsome he is especially when he’s got a concerned look on his face and being caring towards you. The other half that is angry about how easy it is for him to go back to normal, does he not crave your body? Does he not think about you in that way as often anymore? Has he found something or someone else to keep his mind occupied? The last question turning your mood sour. “I’m fine” you grunted before getting up, all the boys looking at you as they held their cards. “I love you all but I’m so tired, I’m heading to bed” you announced as you stretched as they said their good nights and waved you off. Once you settled into your bed you started to become restless. Irritation towards him started to settle into arousal and soon you were thinking of his annoying but so beautifully perfect face. His long hair, his insane tattoos. The perfectly arched eyebrow that had the piercing that settled onto it, his plush lips with his cute silver ring around it. Pairing them together with the way his sharp jawline flexed as he ate you out that night. You groaned and flipped the cover off, walking to your nightstand to grab your best friend. The small vibrator in your hand as you settled back into bed, aggressively shoving down your pants and underwear and pulling the blanket over you. You tried to think of other things but nothing worked, slowly your thoughts would creep back to him. You should stop, it’s been decided by him not to cross the line and it what you wanted. Your mind and body betrayed you, gasping lightly as you thought about the way his tatted fingers rammed in and out of you, curling it’s way inside. His groans as his wet lips ghosted over your chest, the fluidity of his hips snapping against yours as he thrusted. You tried to be as quiet as you could, your skin growing hot as you felt the coil in your belly beginning to tighten. You remember how his body pressed against yours, balls slapping against your ass as your legs hung over his shoulders-. Knock knock “angel?” He opened the door slightly as you switched the vibrator off so fast that you lost it somewhere in the sheets. Trying to regain your composure, you looked over at the door. “Huh?” You stared at the dark haired boy you had just been fantasising about. “Just wanted to check if you’re all good” he said as there was silence that followed after, a thick heavy tension that was a mixture of you feeling guilty like you might have been caught and something else. “Yeah, I’m good” you replied simply as he sighed, “no, you’re not” he opened the door wider for him to come in before kicking it closed. You tried to subtly feel around for the vibrator and cursed yourself for not finding it as he got closer to the bed. “What do you mean? I’m fine, just tired” you lied. He gave you a look that spoke a ton of words, you pursed your lips together as you awkwardly looked at him. “Is it because of our last talk?” He asked, “because if it is then I don’t understand what I did wrong? I’m just trying to make you feel comfortable and do what you wanted me to do” he sighed

He sat down at the edge of the bed, eyes looking over to your left briefly before looking back at you. “No, it’s fine I appreciate that you are” you nodded. “Is it what you really want though?” He hummed as he tilted his head at you, you went silent unsure of what to say. “Well, I mean I did ask for it” you shrugged, “you did but you regret it” he clicked his tongue. “How do you know if I regret it or not?” You furrowed your brows at him. “Because you wouldn’t leave a room full of your friends to come into your room to frustratedly touch yourself over your best friend, since you’ve been deprived for weeks” he answered as your mouth dropped open. “That’s not-.” You cut yourself off as his hand brought up the vibrator, inspecting it as he held in his laugh. Arching his eyebrow as he gave it a funny look before looking at you, dimple popping out to the side as he tried to contain his smile. You groaned in response as you hid your face in the pillows, he finally let out a laugh before he fidgeted with the buttons. “Oh it’s fast, interesting” he gave his famous eye smile to you as he snickered, you waved your hands in attempt to get it from him. He swatted your hands away as you sat up, “mhm tell me, did it feel better than me?” He grabbed your wrist as he looked at you seriously. “No” you replied as your body became hot once more, a shock of pleasure shooting down from your spine into your core at the way he looked at you. He then looked at it again, giving the machine a soft kick before letting out a low groan, “missed that taste” was all he said before he looked at you once more. Eyes boring straight into yours before looking at your lips and crashing into it with his. He groaned once he felt your touch, your hands going straight to his hair. His other hand wasting no time to pull off the blanket to reveal your lower naked half, both of you moaning in response. You pulled away quickly, “jungkook, the boys” “all asleep” he replied instantly as he chased your lips once more, not even wasting a second to hear a response. His body weight slowly pressing down on you as he grinded his crotch into your naked front. You gasped into his mouth as his tongue swirled inside, he started to give small thrusts with his clothed crotch against you for friction. “Tell me what you were thinking about” he breathlessly said as you tried to think straight, “huh?” You felt dizzy at the outline of his familiar cock rutting against your naked core. “Tell me what you were thinking about when touching yourself, before I came in.” He spoke confidently, “you eating me out that night we were drunk” you managed to get out as he hummed in response.

“Fuck, Jungkook” you whined as he started to kiss down your neck, hands going under your shirt as he squeezed your breasts and started to rub your nipples. You bucked your hips against him as he started to pick up the pace, dry humping you like you were two horny teenagers that couldn’t even wait. You felt the heat of his hard boner press against your core deliciously, unsure if you had ruined his pants with his wetness or if he did with the amount of precum that was coming out. You moaned as his teeth sank into your neck, the coil that began to build up in your stomach had snapped shortly. Your body shook as you moaned his name, he moaned after you. Watching you cum, he placed his finger on your clit lightly as your body jerked from the overstimulation. “Wai-wait jungkook” you put your hand up but he smiled softly, “you can give me one more, right baby?” He asked as a jolt of pleasure shot through you again at the endearing nickname. You nodded, “good girl, you’re doing so well for me” he praised before widening your legs. “Let me get a taste of what I missed so much hm?” He lowered himself down to your core before running his fingers through your sensitive folds. “Dreamt of this pussy so much, couldn’t wait to see it again” he spoke to himself before diving in. He didn’t waste anytime with pushing his tongue deep inside you, nose bumping against your clit as he sloppily made out with your cunt. Your hands instantly went to his hair, looking down to see his eyes on you, he looked intoxicated off your scent, sex and everything. Hair messy as some parts covered his face, juices running down his chin and his wet lips sucked on your clit. You moved your hips against him to pick up the pace but he flatly pinned your hips down, taking his time with you. He pushed one finger all the way.

Creating a delicious stretch, before adding in a second and curling them once fully inside. Your back arched as he continued to thrust them in before replacing them with his tongue once again. His pace began to pick up slightly, as your thighs started to burn and shake. Rolls of pleasure shot through you as you clenched around him, legs attempting to snap shut around his head but he held them firmly. He gave a harsh suck, groaning loudly against you which sent vibrations through your core. “Come on angel, give it to me” he murmured as you let go, the orgasm was so powerful your whole body shook with a cry. “That’s it baby” he added as he took everything you gave him and cleaned it up. Once you calmed down, you gave him a sleepy smile, “thank you” you murmured. You then widened your eyes at him, “I didn’t get to give you anything” you frowned. “S’okay baby don’t worry, you gave me more than enough last time remember? I owe you. Besides I need to change my pants again, you looked so hot just now I couldn’t help it” he said the last part with an awkward smile and blush tinting his cheeks as you laughed.

Hello sweethearts!! So sorry it’s been a long time, my family’s dog passed and it was a bit tough for everyone, plus studying medicine is really hard ): I will try to update more often! Love you and thank you for the support - 🦢

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