#honey i’m a sucker when you linger series
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I Wish I Cared Less
Chapter 11: Plus One*
A/N: I’ve finally finished this part of the series. Thanks to those who followed me on this journey, especially if you bared through my very unpopular ending in I Only Lie When I Love You (I still loved it so it doesn’t matter, but some of yall really hated it, yikes). Anyways, I do technically have one more part to add to this verse that I may or may not get to, but for those that ship strictly CoAi (low key me) you won’t need to worry about it. I have a kaishi canon divergence planned and it’s all bad for CoAi, it’s messy (think Devour but worse). Feel free to skip it if I ever get to add it to the series. Now onto the actual last chapter of this fic!
Attempt #11: Smile
Let’s backtrack a little, about a week ago she took a test. The results are positive. She takes two more to confirm, and each time it tells her the same thing. Well shit.
She can’t be too far along, when was the last time she had her period? She cannot recall. A month? Maybe two? It can’t be three… she’s not even showing yet.
Crap, she’s been drinking. Not a lot, only a few times during dinner and only two glasses at most… wait, hold on. She’s getting her priorities messed up, she needs to tell him. Right, she should, he deserves to know right?
In case it wasn’t obvious, she didn’t tell him. She doesn’t know how to. What is she supposed to do? Say hey Honey welcome home, oh, and by the way I’m pregnant? Yeah, no. She can’t even begin to imagine what he would say.
“You’re distracted today, do you want to stop?”
“No, sorry, there’s just a lot on my mind.”
“We don’t have to have sex, we can…”
“If we don’t do it now, who knows when we can again!”
“What? Since when have we had a problem wanting sex at the same time?”
“That’s not what I mean… do you not want to… I knew it! You must be sick of me!”
“Woah, hold on. You know that’s not true, I love you Shiho. There’s something bigger going on. What’s wrong, Baby?”
“Baby… you know… how did you… I don’t know what I’m doing, Shinichi. I’m going to be awful.”
She starts sobbing, completely killing the mood and effectively sending Shinichi into a panic. This isn’t like her, suddenly bursting into tears, unable to properly explain herself.
It doesn’t help that her boyfriend isn’t exactly the best at consoling a crying woman, especially when that woman is Shiho. He doesn’t have much experience dealing with her tears.
Hold on a second… did she just say…
“Shiho? Are you… are we… Are we having a baby?”
She responds with more tears, but manages to nod. His arms are around her in an instant, holding her close squeezing her tight. He cannot contain his excitement, there’s a gigantic smile on his face. Shiho stops crying, she wasn’t expecting this to be his response.
“Shinichi?”
“We’re having a baby! You’re going to be the mother of my child! I’m going to be a dad! Shiho, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He leaves kisses all over her face, even over her drying tears, his joy is infectious. She certainly never imagined he would be this happy.
“You’re not upset with me?”
“You just told me you’re pregnant with my child, why would I be upset?”
“I didn’t tell you right away… and I don’t know if I will be a good mom…”
He kisses the top of her head, hand moving over to rest on her still flat belly. It’s hard to believe there’s a little life living inside.
“I’m sure you were overwhelmed, I know now, that’s all that matters. And you’re going to be a terrific mom. You should worry more about me.”
“You’ll be a great father, Shinichi.”
“No, not that. You’re going to spend all your time and energy on our baby, I won’t get enough attention from you.”
“So you’re saying you’re not going to pay attention to our baby?”
“I can pay attention to both of you… there is just one in there right?”
“What, you don’t think one’s enough? You wanted twins?”
“Well, Mrs. Kudo, it’s not like you’ve told me anything…”
“Nice try, I’m still not marrying you. I thought you said you weren’t upset with me not telling you.”
“Tell me now, tell me all about our little one.”
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Pregnancy life is stressful, but only because Shinichi is so excited. She doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s being too overbearing, but she can’t help snapping at him when she feels he’s fussing too much.
So far, they haven’t told anyone yet. She’s still in the early stages, not even two months in. She thought Shinichi would be dying to share the news, but he seems to enjoy that the two of them have this secret the rest of the world doesn’t know about yet.
“How is my beautiful girlfriend and baby girl doing today?”
“It’s way too early to tell if it’s a boy or a girl, how are you so sure?”
“I’m going off instincts. She’s going to be a Daddy’s girl. You haven’t had any issues since you let me know about our baby.”
“That doesn’t prove anything.”
“It’s because she knows her dad is here and will take care of her and her mom, so she stopped being difficult.”
His head is pressed against her belly, speaking to their child. It must be something all parents do, she finds herself doing the same from time to time.
He raises his head up to smile at her, she gently cups his face bringing him face level. He understands her intentions, sharing a light kiss until it turns heated.
He pulls away before it gets out of hand, much to her displeasure. They haven’t had sex since he found out about the pregnancy, even though she made sure it was okay for them to do so.
She huffs out in annoyance, she gets why he’s hesitant but it’s making her very frustrated. Her libido hasn’t gone down in the slightest, though that may change as her belly gets bigger.
Shinichi wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head in a bid to offer comfort. It’s not the kind she wants, but she decides not to fight with him over this right now. She’s sure she can convince him later.
“So you want it to be a girl, will you be upset if we have a boy?”
“Not upset, I would love our child no matter what. I just always dreamed we would have a mini version of you running around.”
“… you dreamed of having a baby with me? Why…”
“I want it all with you, Shiho. To be married, have a child. I meant it when we laid it all out that night. I want us to be a real family, the mother of my child, my gorgeous wife.”
“I knew you only liked me for my looks… wait. A child? I’m surprised you only want one.”
“Well… I wouldn’t be upset if we had another… it’s just…”
“Just?”
“I’m not going to get all of your attention after this one is born, and I just don’t think I could compete with our baby. It took me so long to finally get you to admit you love me… Having to split it in half is already worrisome, but thirds? And I just know it’s not going to be equally divided. You’ll forget about me for our kids, like a good mother should.”
She’s taken aback by his logic, sure she knows that is what’s typically expected but… given the relationship of his parents, she would think he would be afraid of their child being neglected.
She leans in to kiss him on the cheek. He’s so close, she can’t resist stealing more kisses. Planting them all over his face, trailing down to his neck, though again he stops her before it becomes too much.
She sighs, she’s getting off track anyhow. She’s supposed to prove she won’t forget about him, not try to jump him. Though maybe if he would just let her have her way then he’ll realize she truly does love him.
“Shinichi, I love you, and yes I’m going to love our child. But, before I became a mother, I am your girlfriend and you’re my boyfriend. This baby wouldn’t be here in the first place if it wasn’t for you. I’m not going to forget to love you just because you’re the father of my child now. If anything I’m worried you’re only going to see me as a mother and never want to have sex with me again.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Shiho, I just…”
“I know. I get it. But it’s only going to get worse. If you won’t even touch me now, what’s going to happen when the baby’s here. I doubt I’ll want to have sex after giving birth right away. Are you going to make me wait a whole year before we have sex again?”
“I don’t think I could last a year. I can barely hold myself back now.”
“So don’t. I want you, Shinichi. So so much. I love you. I need you.”
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How can he deny her when she proclaims her love for him like this? It’s such a turn on.
The fire he’s been trying to put out rises with the heat of her kisses, he takes control as he pushes her onto her back. She reaches for the buttons of his shirt, he does the same with the ones on her blouse.
Soon they’re both stripped naked, he can’t help eyeing her belly which doesn’t go unnoticed by Shiho. She lets out a frustrated sigh, thinking he’s going to stop again.
He lowers himself down to kiss her tummy, his voice is barely above a whisper as he tells their child not to panic, daddy’s not hurting mommy one bit.
He looks up to meet her widened eyes at his comment, she really shouldn’t be surprised by this. She just didn’t expect for this to turn her on more.
He lowers himself down, pushing her legs further apart to allow himself to rest comfortably between her thighs. There’s a smirk on his face as he looks up at her again.
“We should practice keeping quiet when the baby’s here. I wouldn’t want our little girl to hear how loud Mommy is when Daddy’s fucking her.”
She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought, what has this man done to her. He’s fitting right into the role and it’s driving her crazy. She can’t believe he’s making parenthood sound hot to her right now.
She’s unprepared when he sticks his tongue into her entrance, his nose bumping against her clit causing a hitch in her breath.
His fingers are gently rubbing the inside of her thighs as one travels over to find her clit, while his tongue continues to delve in deeper inside her wet cavern. She cannot contain her moan, when he swipes at her sensitive spot with his thumb then pinches it against his forefinger.
She whines when he pulls himself away, his lips are still wet with her drippings as he licks them. He reminds her to stay quiet, or else he won’t continue. She has no choice but to obey, lips pressed in a thin line, gripping onto the bed sheets as he goes back to eat her out.
Her breathing becomes labored as he builds her to the verge of orgasm, she has to bite down on her lips to keep from screaming out. A high pitched noise escapes her lips when he licks his tongue up her opening, she falls apart when she feels him suck at her swollen clit.
He’s rewarded with a rush of her juices covering his chin as well as the sheets underneath them. He wipes it off with his hand, then slowly kisses his way up her body.
Her legs wrap around his waist as his kisses reach the crook of his neck. He has to help keep her ass pressed down, reaching down to reposition their lower halves, lining himself up against her dripping core.
“Don't worry, Baby, Daddy’ll be gentle with Mommy.”
Slowly sliding himself inside her wet passage, he stops to check on her when he pushes all the way inside. Satisfied there’s no look of discomfort on her face, he starts to pull out as he sets up a steady rhythm. He opts for long shallow strokes, keeping his movements on pace instead of just hammering into her.
He’s still trying to stay mindful of the baby, but the longer he goes, the more erratic his thrusts are. Shiho’s muffled moans only encourage him to go faster, she knows he’s getting close.
He presses his face against her cheek, giving her the perfect opportunity to make him come when she whispers in his ear, “give it all to me, Daddy.”
He comes hard inside her, burying himself deep within her core. Her mischievous smile as he pulls out, is all the evidence he needs that she said that on purpose.
They’ll need to get cleaned up from the mess they made on the sheets, she seems to like the way his cum feels dripping out of her though he would rather keep it inside of her.
“So, Daddy? Someone has a pregnancy kink.”
“Took you long enough to notice, I’ve been trying to knock you up since we started dating.”
“You’re so full of it.”
“Actually, I think you’re the one full of me.”
“Kudo Shinichi, do you kiss your mother with that filthy mouth? I never knew you were such a dirty talker.”
“Daddy’s lips only belong to Mommy.”
He chuckles at her fake appalled expression, before leaning in to kiss her lips. They’re going to need to settle down or else they’ll start a round two. Not that he’s against it, now that he knows firsthand they can safely have sex while she’s pregnant.
There’s nothing holding them back now that they’ve gotten the first time out of the way. She’s just glad he won’t be weird about this anymore, there’s no way she could’ve gone without sex with him for a whole nine months.
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“Kudo Shinichi, you are never touching me again!”
“You’re squeezing my hand a little too hard there…”
“Are you seriously! Fuck you! Oh my fucking! Fuck! This is all you’re fucking fault!”
Hours of obscenities and nearly breaking Shinichi’s hand later, their beautiful baby girl is born into this world. She’s in perfect health and already she’s the pride and joy of her parents. Even if she made her mother suffer through the worst pain of her life.
Staring at the tiny human they helped create, Shiho’s at a loss for words. She turns to look at Shinichi with tears pricking his eyes.
“What will we name her?”
“How about Ai?”
“Kudo Ai does have a nice ring to it.”
“You’re letting her have my name?”
“She’s going to be a Daddy’s girl, she’ll be upset if I didn’t give her your name.”
“You know it could be your name too.”
“Still not happening. If you’re worried I’ll be outnumbered, don’t. Our next one is going to be a Miyano.”
“I thought you forbid me from touching you.”
“You are for now… but looking at her and how perfect she is… I wouldn’t mind having another one with you.”
“I love you, Shiho.”
“I love you too, Shinichi.”
It doesn’t take that much longer for Shiho to get pregnant again. Almost two years later they’ll back to her swearing at him to never touch her again. Luckily Ai doesn’t hear her mother’s curses, her grandparents had the foresight to wait with her at home.
Soon she’ll be able to meet her baby brother, and they can be one big happy family. Even if they’re an unconventional one, since her parents aren’t married.
It doesn’t make them any less real.
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#CoAi#shinshi#I wish I cared less aka cynful verse part two#honey I’m a sucker when you linger series
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midnight cravings and other starry-eyed confessions
Frankie Morales x f!reader
summary: Frankie trusts you enough to let his guard down, to be vulnerable with you. Love languages and the messy emotions that go along with that, fluff, cheesy self-indulgence. this started out as a series of soft h/c and I have no idea what happened. 3K words later, here we are. A few of you have touched on domestic Frankie in the kitchen and it turns out i'm a sucker for the ‘slow dancing in the kitchen’ trope too.
warnings: mentions of anxiety/PTSD, a tiny bit of smut
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Francisco Morales is a man who notices everything. He tucks a blanket around you when you've fallen asleep on the couch. If you're outside together and if he sees goosebumps on your arms, he’ll drape his jacket around your shoulders before you even realize you're cold.
He notices when you're exhausted after a long day and he’ll be there to wrap his arms around you as if it’s what he’s been waiting for all day long. He makes you laugh when you need it most.
He notices when you're too tired to shower sometimes and he says, ‘babe, let me help you,’ and he gets in the shower with you and if you want him to, he'll wash your hair because he knows how.
His tendency to do little things for you plays into one of his love languages. He notices when the fuel gauge on your car is low and he'll fill it up for you without saying anything. Not that you can't do it yourself, he knows you can, but the next time you get into your car, you'll try unsuccessfully to hide your smile when you discover he did it for you.
Frankie is a man who finds comfort in your nearness.
If he finds you in the kitchen making coffee, two broad arms will wrap around you from behind. If he’s walking through a crowd with you, his hand will rest on the small of your back. If he's sitting beside you at a restaurant, if you're in the car with him, anywhere within arms reach, soft fingertips rest on the inside of your knee, his thumb moving back and forth. In the mornings, there are warm lips on your shoulder and ‘c’ mere baby’ as he folds you closer to that sleepy thick voice.
He'll drive across town on his day off to bring your favourite treat at work because he knows you have a stressful day ahead.
If he's away for the week, he’ll stash away little notes for you to find. He'll surprise you with tickets to see your favourite singer. When you’re under the weather, he'll show up on your doorstep after work with hot soup and honey ginger tea.
He also knows he can count on you.
It’s getting a single text at the end of the day with the words ‘I need you’
It's the brittle sound of his voice against your neck in the middle of the night. You hold him and talk him down and fight his demons with him when it becomes too hard to do on his own. You never force him to talk about it. When he's ready, he'll tell you and right now, the way his fingers are absently tracing patterns on your bare arm tells you that his guard is down, in the darkness he trusts you.
He’s getting used to the safety of your arms. He's slowly getting used to the way you pay attention; the way you listen, and actually hear what he's saying. He notices you're not just lying there, waiting to jump in and interrupt the moment he stumbles and falters. He's glad you can't see his eyes right now in the darkness of your bedroom, but at least his voice no longer shakes.
You've made a safe space for him inside your arms and underneath the blankets, he confides in you. He tells you that his neighbours think he’s lazy because he lets his front yard grow out of control when in reality, the smell of fresh-cut grass triggers his PTSD and that’s why he doesn't use the lawnmower as often as he should.
Two days later, he would come home from work to find it all done for him and it sends his heart reeling so hard he thinks he might collapse right there on the driveway.
No one's done anything like this for him before. The fact that you’d done that for him. The fact that you did that. For him.
You’ve just piled a week’s worth of freshly laundered clothes into a basket to be folded when there’s a knock on your door. Resting the basket on one hip, you swing the door open and see him standing there, still dressed in work clothes, sleeves rolled up, and hands in his pockets. He lifts the brim of his hat to reveal a pair of piercing eyes brimming with some desperate emotion you have no name for, his mouth parted slightly, chest caving in like the wind’s been knocked out of him.
“Francisc-,” is all you manage before he wordlessly barrels in, capturing your waist in one arm so fast your stomach lurches. His other hand gently curves around the back of your neck, his thumb on your jaw, tenderly seizing your lips in a blinding kiss, smothering you, engulfing you with those broad shoulders. The basket of clothes tumbles to the tile floor in your tiny foyer, forgotten. Warm hands cover the expanse of your back as he holds onto you, your spine bending with the force of him. You hear his hat softly hit the floor as he inhales shakily against your neck like his throat is clogged.
Judging by how hard he’s struggling to control his breathing, you might be able to guess why he hasn’t let go of you yet. Melting into his embrace, you breathe him in, combing your fingers through his tousled hair. You smile against the swell of emotion stinging behind your eyelids. Struggling with a hitch in your own throat, your voice shrinks to nothing but a hoarse whisper, "you never have to do it again, okay."
“Thank you,” he manages in a watery voice, pushing his face into the bottom of your neck. Words fail him but not because he can't talk about his feelings, but because words are too simple to express the depth of emotion he has for you. When you're inside his arms, cradled against his chest, with his lips against your temple, you hear all the things he doesn't say out loud.
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His love language is handing you a bowl with two scoops of ice cream when you’d only asked for one. He rolls his eyes and kisses the corner of your mouth, ‘you never only want one’
It's tickle fights and sappy old movies and saving all the red m&m’s for you because those are your favourite.
He's the man all your friends wish they had.
He's also the man that will casually rest his hand on your thigh under Santiago's crowded dinner table and secretly start tracing letters on your jeans, slowly spelling out what he wants to do to you afterwards. He is enjoying the fact that you're too distracted to finish eating now, and if you so much as look at him, he’ll stop.
His love language is being in the kitchen late at night, dancing to an old playlist, your soft curves fitted into his solid frame. One of you had a craving for cookies and someone left them in the oven a bit too long and now they're a little too brown. But it’s not his fault that Andy Kim started singing from the tiny speaker on the table and Frankie needed every inch of you pressed against him and it still wasn’t enough.
Maybe his jaw accidentally, on purpose, brushed the spot at the bottom of your neck that made goosebumps shiver down your arms. Maybe his mouth lingered on the skin behind your ear and trailed up across your cheekbone, nudging your face upward, his breath mingling with yours.
Maybe his mouth still tasted like the sweet ache of your first orgasm from earlier that evening when you’d left Santiago's place and Frankie couldn't unlock the door of his truck fast enough to nudge you back across the seat, his eyes all dark and hungry like he'd had this on his mind all day. And maybe he did. Maybe he'd parked here at the far end of the block on purpose knowing this dead-end would be dark and quiet at this time of night. His door swung wide, he’d stood between your legs on the broken pavement, using two fingers and a thumb to loosen the button on your jeans, a gruff edge to his voice, 'Lay down for me, baby.’
His mouth was slow and lazy but his hands were greedy, tugging your jeans down just to your knees, trapping your legs together and lifting them, bending his head underneath your knees, leaving just enough space between your legs for his mouth.
When you finally do make it to his place, maybe you end up on the couch straddling his lap.
The only thing better than the slide of your tongue in his mouth is the sweet stretch of you around his cock. He’s fairly certain nothing will ever exist beyond the flare in your eyes when he twitches inside you and he feels every snug inch of you clench tight and wet.
‘...so fucking good for me’
You are unable to move beneath the solid weight of his hands on your hips, his grip on your supple thighs, where they press and dig and tease. He likes it when your fingers are lost in his overgrown curls.
Something deep in his stomach blazes white and hot when you tell him how fucking good he makes you feel. Seated as deep as he can go, he rocks, fucking into you that much further, giving you the friction you need. He likes to bunch the thin fabric of your t-shirt in one fist, yanking it just high enough so he can see how hard your nipples are.
He wants to chase the deafening arousal in his stomach when you beg him to ‘just please fuck you already.’
He grins, his breath hot, his voice like gravel right above your ear, 'gimme one more first'
The sound of your muffled whimper against his mouth nearly sends him over the edge so he slips his thumb down, circling once, twice. Your sharp gasp pulls all the air out of his mouth. He likes the sight of you falling apart; he doesn't even wait for you to come down this time because his favourite thing to do is fuck you through it. One solid hand anchoring your hip firmly in place, the other arm caged across your back, gripping the top of your shoulder for leverage, he finally gives you what you want.
Eventually, you make it to the bed; his bare legs tangled with yours, his ear resting on your chest. The soothing echo of your heartbeat combined with your fingers sifting through his hair soothes every frayed edge inside his mind.
He wants your scent in his bed forever. He wants to come home from work to see your car in his driveway; he wants your toothbrush next to his, he wants to go grocery shopping with you, he wants to fall asleep with you curled into him, he wants to wake up every morning and reach for your warmth and leave kisses on your shoulder not wanting to get out of bed.
“Frankie,” you whisper.
“Hmm?”
“I can hear you thinking.”
A soft puff of air escapes his nose, you see his sheepish smile as he nuzzles his face into your t-shirt, tracing his nose along your exposed clavicle. “Is that so?”
"You can tell me," you offer.
He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow. He’s been laying on you so long that his hair is flattened on one side; there is a crease on his cheek from a seam on your t-shirt.
He dips his head, craving the softness of your lips; not letting you read what’s on his glass face. In a slow succession of kisses one after another, I don’t want to live without you, he pours forever into your lungs, you’re everything.
His mouth is unhurried, his stubble tickling softly, and it sends you into a hazy half-awake state where breathing no longer matters. You are nothing without the weight of his body beside you, without the sweet warmth of his mouth, without the backs of his fingers tracing the bare skin at your waist. How could you ever define the way you bloom under his touch? An entire lifetime could go by inside this moment, clinging to his ribs, with your hand against the rough side of his jaw, his forehead pressed against yours, and you’d happily allow it.
All too soon he pulls away. It’s no small feat to open your eyes again but when you do, he’s watching you, his head slanted, one side of his mouth tilting upwards, the curve of it reaching his eye, making it crease. The look in his eyes makes your heart twist.
“What was all that?” you stutter, surprised your voice even works after that.
His words are right there, taking up space in his mouth, he’s never been surer of anything in his life. Move in with me.
“Let's make cookies,” comes out instead.
Your eyes widen because you know he’s not joking. “NOW?”
“You’re gonna say no to chocolate chip cookies,” he nips at your neck, unable to hide a smile, “really?”
“I don’t think you realize, my legs stopped working like two hours ago.”
“We don’t even have to bake them,” he sits up, throwing his t-shirt over his head, pulling his jeans over his bare ass. He bends down to kiss you again, that boyish grin working its magic. “We can just eat it outta the bowl with a spoon.”
“Fine, but I am not putting pants on.”
“Even better.”
He’s managed to keep his hands off you long enough to measure the butter and sugar and flour, and when he’s done mixing, you reach into the bowl for a taste, he tries to swat your hand away. But you're faster.
Barely.
"Wanna lick," teasing him, you twist away with a mouthful of cookie dough. There’s a high-pitched squeal as he snares your waist, pulling you back with frightening speed.
The hand around your waist playfully digging while you squirm, the devious crinkle around his eyes a reminder that you are powerless against his quiet strength. The single thought sends a low tingle of arousal down your spine.
With his free hand, he calmly reaches for the bowl on the counter.
"You were saying?" his voice like velvet, low and playful, one eyebrow quirked up, two of his fingers armed with playful retaliation and now you’re laughing so hard no sound is coming out.
"Hey…" you manage, between breathless giggles, ‘be nice,' struggling to hold his wrist away with both hands, trying to anticipate his next move, the wicked glint in his eyes sends another deep shiver down your back.
"Ohhh," he hums, "I’ll be nice alrigh-,"
But you don’t give him a chance to finish the thought, distracting him with a wet swipe of your mouth along his bottom lip.
He melts like a sugar cube on your tongue.
Taking full advantage of the golden lapse where his brain stutters and stops before he chases your mouth, you pull his fingers into your mouth sucking every bit of sweetness onto your tongue.
His gaze falls to your mouth, to his fingers buried to the first knuckle.
Somewhere between his ‘fuck, you’re such a tease,’ and your ‘two can play this game, sweetheart,’ the walls of his tiny kitchen echo with laughter. At some point, he finally manages to cage you against the counter.
"Mm," he growls against your lips, "you taste like chocolate and sex."
You very nearly lose yourself in the dark heat of his eyes. "No babe, that’s you."
Surprisingly enough, there's enough cookie dough left for a single pan. The light dusting of cocoa powder on his cheek currently matches the state of your kitchen and now you have twelve minutes to kill before you can take them out of the oven. Leaving the bowls in the sink, he pulls you against him again.
'C’mere, it’s a good song, dance with me’ and well, you're now occupied with the lingering taste of his tongue inside your mouth and you, just, sort of, forget to set the oven timer.
At some point, the small of your back bumps against the wall, your hands tracing the smooth length of his back underneath his t-shirt, slipping down into the back pockets of his jeans, a brand new ache already throbbing where the bulge of his zipper pins you in place, his soft little moan, hotter than sin. You feel him twitch against the seam of your panties, his fingers blindly finding the warm skin under your shirt, cupping the weight of bare breasts, thumbs scraping, teasing. The whole world fades away when his eyes darken like this.
The digital clock on the coffee machine blinks into single digits and you find yourselves sitting on the floor, backs against the cupboards, catching your breath. At some point, the oven was shut off, oven mitts were involved, and you'll never be able to look at double chocolate chip cookies the same way again. Leaning heavily on his shoulder, one bare leg still splayed over his, it takes considerable effort to keep your eyes open. When you look up, there is a tender ache in your chest at the sight of Frankie's mussed hair and permanently flushed cheeks, his eyes drowsy and sweet, shining with a gentleness that takes your breath away.
He lifts your hand, bringing your knuckles to his warm lips, before ducking down and capturing your mouth with his. Your throat fills with a fierce rush of pastel pink words. Foolish words like always and forever, sugary blossoms that dissolve on your tongue, permeating your bloodstream, swapping your heart for a glowing blissful mess. You want to tell him. You want to tell him you cannot live without him.
Holding a glass of milk, he assures you around a mouthful of cookie still warm from the baking pan, "if you dunk the cookie in the milk long enough, you can barely tell they’re burnt."
And it's fucking perfect.
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#francisco morales#frankie morales x fem!reader#frankie morales#soft frankie hours#pedro pascal#frankie morales smut#fluff#love languages#domestic frankie is utter fucking bliss#self indulgent daydreams ftw#you best believe frankie makes cookies from scratch like his grandma taught him#tw: anxiety#tw: ptsd#anxiety#ptsd#look i know this is kinda shitty but maybe if i clear this out of my head it would make room for NEW STUFF#*sigh*#wouldn't that be grand#*cries into the void*#so i'm just gonna drop this here before I change my mind#*c.txt#*mine: writing
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Hi! I'm the girl direction anon, i just finished reading the fics and i just wanted to say thank you so much!! They were amazing! I loved all of objectlesson's fics! so great! one of my favourite authors for sure! Also you were right, reading about all this body positivity was so nice! it's way better than what the 'media' is trying to do now because it feels genuine and real! Really loved it! I was wondering if you have any recs with nonbinary/genderfluid characters? It's nice seeing those too
Omg, that’s the sweetest thing ever, I passed along your kind words, and she sends you oodles of love back! I absolutely *do* have some great fic recs for you...it’s a slightly tricky request in that having, say, a story with Harry in panties doesn’t in and of itself mean he’s a genderfluid character in it, but I think I know what you’re getting at, and I’ve definitely got you covered. Some of my very fave fics fall into this category, actually, which means this is gonna be kind of long, so under the cut we go...fingers crossed you haven’t read them all yet!
“Hush.,” by @wankerville, 41k words (E). “I don't like you like that, Harry.” “See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.” An American high school AU where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect. (This is right up there in my top five all-time fave fics, it’s just luminous, goddd, required reading; the author also wrote the strawberry milk series, which is similarly achingly good, but it has some heavier, abuse-related themes that could be triggering)
“Grenadine Sunshine,” by objectlesson/@alienfuckeronmain, 18k words (E). He wants to taste the faint, sugary ghost of lip gloss, he wants to cup Harry’s face between his palms and swipe the shimmery wet shadows from beneath his eyes. He wants to show him everything he knows, even though he doesn’t know anything about this, about kissing boys or flirting with them or doing their makeup or even showing them it’s okay to want to wear makeup in the first place. (Phoenix wrote this story as an homage of sorts for Wankerville, and it’s a beautiful one of acceptance, love, and support)
“Chapter 4: Braids,” by objectlesson, 14.9k words (E). Timestamp for Grenadine Sunshine. (Part of a larger drabble collection, but a direct relation to the story above)
“Vinyl and Lace,” by objectlesson, 7.5k words, (E). Harry tries on a skirt in the X Factor dressing room as a joke. Louis doesn't think it's very funny. (While we’re hanging out with Phoenix, lol, an underrated beaut!)
“Are You Gonna Be My Girl?” by loadedgunn, 7.5k words (E). "You…" Harry touches his own mouth, teasing. "You ate her pussy?" "Yeah." Louis stops playing with Harry's cock and gropes his arse again, pulling his cheeks apart and pushing them back together over the thong. "Want me to eat yours?" Louis reenacts his first time, and Harry wants to be his good girl. (another one in my top five all-time faves, I’m always amazed at how “short” it is because JESUS, it’s so good, so complete, so beautifully characterized and written from beginning to end, LoadedGunn’s best work, come fight me)
“genderfluid!harry verse,” by istajmaal, 33.9k words (E). harry is a girl sometimes. louis loves her all the time. (This three-part series is old but GOLD, god, the characterization in this one...plus, this author is my hero for writing it in 2013, and I go back to it all the time)
“Nothing You Can Do (But You Can Learn How to Be You in Time),” by Teumessian, 28k words (E; needs ao3 account). Louis braids Harry’s hair. There are good times, bad times, fancy houses, supportive bandmates, secret boyfriends, small rebellions, bigger revolutions, some nail varnish, ribbons, cute clothing, and a Pinterest. (Awwww, the pinterest fic, one of my faves to rec, this author had me with the way they described Louis pushing up his glasses after a particularly difficult braid)
“She Feels So Good,” by Zedi, 4k words (E). That’s the voice that comes out when Harry’s in a skirt, nails done and gestures soft and flirty. That’s the voice Louis is a sucker for every time, even now when it’s coming from a prerecorded segment playing off a monitor. That’s Louis’ good girl. (A look at the Late Late Show appearance, and I love the way this authors switches pronouns when Harry switches gender)
“Warm Glow That Lingers On,” by Blake/@newleafover, 8.5k words (E). If Harry wants his nails painted red, he's got to earn it first. (It’s Blake, nuff said...god, I miss their writing in this fandom)
“it’s you i want to take apart,” by orphan_account, 6k words (E). He will readily admit that he likes to make Harry squirm sometimes, but this actually isn't about that—he just wants to help him get past whatever issue he has here. And, okay, he also really wants to see what Harry would look like with lipstick on, because he bets it would be really pretty. (Read the author’s notes about the inspo on this one...2012!!!! Wow!)
“weird honey,” by orphan_account, 5.4k words (E). They fuck, kind of a lot. It started out as just something to do, to wind down or pass time. Now they do it at least once a week, and Harry’s not sure if that means something. It’s not as if they only fuck each other, but-But there’s no one else Harry could imagine bringing this to. (PWP where Harry is not 100% at home in his body and he and Louis use a sex toy to help work through the problem.)
“I wanna see the way you move for me baby,” by Tomlinsontoes, 3.3k words (M). Louis walks in on Harry all dolled up. (LBD is literally about Harry, and this author...and a lot of others...knew it all the way back then)
“if they find out, will it all go wrong?” by blankiehxrry, 3.4k words (NR). Madison square garden shenanigans. (This one’s from a long time ago, part of a series where the author explores a bunch of things, and here, Harry has a panic attack, and Louis helps him out)
@vondrostes writes AMAZING genderfluid/trans Harry, usually in a variety of pairings; I’ll put the h/l ones here, but go check out his work...especially the newer stuff from hs1, god, it’s so good!!
Made of Lightning, liam/harry, louis/harry, liam/louis/harry, Harry has a secret that could tear the band apart if the truth came out. But keeping it might be even worse.
Wait and See, lots of harry pairings, Cara and Harry are trans, “I’m just—” Harry said, pausing to smooth out the wrinkles in her skirt. “I’m nervous,” she admitted. Cara reached out to tug at the hem of her skirt, guiding her over until she was stood between his legs. He pulled her down for a quick kiss, not wanting to mess up her makeup. “You look perfect,” he reassured her.
Second Spring, harry/louis, a continuation of the Pussy Pride drabbles from June, an expanded series of an American Larry AU where Harry is trans (it is SO GOOD AND GRAPHIC AND THOSE DRABBLES KILLED ME, I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS SERIES TO FINISH SO I CAN RANDOMLY REBLOG IT ALWAYS)
And finally, dear anon, this is not at all part of the previous list, but it’s all about body appreciation/worship, so I figured you’d enjoy! “I Can’t Hear You,” by kikikryslee, 9k words (E). The one where Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.
#fic rec#genderfluid harry#trans harry#there are so many great ones out there you guys#and i'm sad anew about how many great writers have left this fandom#Anonymous
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Damirae week day 3 : Drunk|(You all) that I want.
A/n: Continue from I'm a sucker series lol. Enjoy
Raven keeping her low profile as she reached the bar called Jackal's Sanctuary. Another forecast she felt this time she seen the venue and the time on digital clock which shows 11.11pm.
As she leaning to the lamp post nearby, she pulled out her handphone and look at the time and it seems the digital clock shows. 8.11 pm, another four hours to go.
As she put on her wireless headphone and starting to scroll some of her playlist on spotify, she felt like someone is watching her.
Keep her cool face as she attentively listen to the latest Jonas Brothers song, she's been in the same situation before and who she call? Damian.
Speaking of Damian, he sould be arrive right now judging from the time they set up to meet. She sighed as she shoved her phone into her pocket. Still the feeling of her being watch still lingering and she felt it from the alley a few block behind her.
It took her alot of courage to take a look over her shoulder at it seems it was just a kitten who licking itself after having their meal. Is that a can of tuna?
She just shrug off the feeling.
"Sorry for kept you waiting."
Raven jolted then she turn around. It was him. The guy who shared her forecast with. She crossed her arm and arched her brow, "I thought you couldn't make it."
"There's some business that I can't simply avoid." he sighed as he adjusting his brown sweatshirt sleeves.
"By the way, i did try to recall what time when that incident will happen." Raven put down her headphone as she talk to him. "11.11pm." she added.
"Want to grab something to eat before we come back to this place?" Damian looked at his screen phone as he suggest.
"Why not?"
"There's a restaurant nearby and, where are you going?" Damian sees Raven went to the opposite street.
"There's a kebab stall over there!" raven shouted as she reached the other pavement.
Damian silent for a while then walk to where the stall is.
As soon as that young lad joined Raven, she ordered herself a chicken honey. Damian took his time and ordered Chicken tikka.
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"Did you see it?" Dick whispered in their intercom as he's on the roof of the building nearby.
"Found the love birds!" Steph exclaimed as she and Cass appear at the building a bit nearer with Raven and Damian.
"Tim! Have you taken the picture?!" Jason who is now at the alley where the kitten raven saw earlier.
" I was trying to get a good shot, be patience!' Tim huffed as he concentrated on his camera lens.
"Do you have to drag me along , Dick?" Duke appeared beside Dick as he using enhanced binocular spying on his little brother.
"Damian went out with a girl is a rare occasion!" Babs using her grappling gun as she reached the rooftops. "Its an oppoturnity that won't be missed!" as she clasped her hand together.
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Something makes Damian annoyed and he looked at the rooftop building. Seems like nothing.
"What's the matter?" Raven asked after she bite her kebab.
"I felt someone watching us." as he stared the the building opposite to them then he stare real hard at that area.
"And i thought I was the only one." Raven mumbled as she bite down her food.
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"Guys, I think he knows we're here." as Duke looked at them through Dick's binocular. As he refocused on the couple. He saw Damian who makes beheaded gesture while looking straight to him as if he saw them.Quickly Duke pass the device to Dick abruptly.
"What did you see?" Dick ask as soon as he had the binocular.
"He's gonna kill us." Duke muttered.
"Awwwww...."
"What do you mean awwww...."
"Little D is harmless , don't worry." Dick give his best smile.
"You didn't know how he almost kill the criminal in his closed case before?! He practically put them in trauma unit and there one guy end up like broken record!" Duke shivers.
"Well, he DIDN'T kill the guy, that's an improvement."
"Oh that guy deserve it, he turn the kidnap children into a living puppet. A puppet!" as Barbara took the binocular as she spy on the couple.
"Oh, Duke. He was frustrated at that time because he cant save children that has been modify but he manage to save a dozen of kids in the cage. You should seen him that time. "
"Still..."
"That doesn't change my perspective about him." Tim voice on intercom.
"Perspective?" Duke curious about the brilliant Detective Tim Drake opinion.
"A haughty brat who push me down the stairs."
"Come on, Tim. He was 10 at that time, it was 10 years ago."
"No, Nu-uh. The last time I try to be reasonable with him, he destroy my coffee machine! That was my elixir!"
"Timbo, you're becoming coffee zombie, talk about you went into coffee deprived coma." Steph's turn to talk.
"Seriously I can't even smoke in peace with that brat."
"You know he respect Alfred by doing his favor , Jason." Dick trying to defend his little brother.
"So, that was the reason why all of you guys into this 'Suicide mission'?" as Duke heard their reason.
"Yep." all of them answered it.
"What did he did to you, Cass?" Duke wonder about the assassin girl who speak less.
"He is happy."
"Look! Even Cass could tell he's happy with her!" Babs giggled.
" We didn't know anything about the girl's background." Duke shaking his head.
"This is a job for Spoiler to spill the bean." Steph let out her hearty laugh as she sharing the files in the Soaring bird database.
"Raven Roth, an art college student." Duke read her biodata.
"Wow! Check out the recognition she get! From Paris?" Babs look at Raven's photograph with her artwork called Librarian where she use text to form a potrait.
"An orphan." Cass speaks as she stared that Raven's mother section who is deceased.
"Still haven't found her father information though." Steph added.
"Poor girl." as Dick studied her profile picture.
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"Uh, Damian. What's with that gesture?" Raven stared at him as he made the obvious gesture.
"A threat. Just to make sure that they'll stop following us." Damian answered with deep tone.
"I...hope it worked." Raven swallow her worriness.
"Hi, haven't seen you around before." a cheerful voice greets them.
As Raven looked at the person, Damian making hiss sound. Wait, he did that?
"Tt, Dick..." Damian grumbled.
"Uh, Sorry about my friend. He's kinda...." Raven tried to cover Damian's "curse".
"No, no, no. He's right."
"What?" Raven now puzzled.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Dick. Damian's elder brother." Dick held his hand towards her.
'Are you kidding me.' Raven completely dumbfound.
"Adoptive brother and how did you find us here?" Damian arched his brow. Just as he suspected, Jason had told them about it. Looks like the mission are getting more difficult but it seems there's only D....
"Mind if we're join in???!" a shrill voice were heard behind them.
Damian face palm, frustrating. Sounds like the whole Bat and Co. are coming.
"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Steph! This is Cass and Babs." Steph immediately introduce herself and two other girls.
"Oh, Hi! Nice to meet you! I'm..."
"You must be Raven, right?" As Jason , Tim and Duke appear behind Dick.
"You voice sounds familiar, are you Mr.Wayne?" Raven asked politely.
Jason chuckled as soon as he heard it. "My apologise, Miss. I was playing on you to see your reaction. I'm Jason, this is Duke and Nerd Timbo over there." Tim let out annoying grunt as he looking on his tablet for his report.
"Oh." Raven speechless, now there's a swamp of Damian's sibling meeting her. This awkward situation.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Damian growling beside the blue hair girl.
"It's a coincidence to find you here." Dick gives out his best smile. Duke hid behind Jason trying to cover his nervousness.
"As if I would believe that!" The green eyed man spit out. "What are you guys doing here?" he asked again.
"Kebab!" The Bat and Co turn to Duke. The atmosphere went silent for a while following with Damian's simple question.
"What?"
"We're here for the Kebab." Duke pointing at the Kebab stall.
"I told you this Kebab stall are famous." Raven whispers to Damian. Damian rolled his eyes in respond.
"Whatever you say." as Damian glanced at his watch. It stated 10.30pm.
"So, you two have plans right?" Babs asked the 'fake' couple.
"Uh..." Raven unsured what to answer.
"Don't mind us. Continue your dates." said Steph after she ordered her food from that stall.
Damian kept his suspicious face then pull Raven's arm as they crossed to the otherside of the street as they about to investigate Raven's forecast happening at the small bar called Jackal's Santuary.
The Bat and Co saw both of them entering the premise as they eat their food.
"Aren't they look cute..." Dick with gleaming eyes.
" Pfftt. "Jason finished his mutton honey kebab and took a couple of sip from his malt drink which he bought from the same stall."Seriously Dick, you had me when you're trying to be CUPID and drag all of us."
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As they enter the bar, it was noisy with polka theme song and apparently it's filled Russian culture.
"Here I thought the bar more like generic pub but this is something else." Damian commented.
"They are more friendly?" says Raven who actually never been into clubs.
"No. More like a place for 'the big name' to meet." The big name what Damian actually meant are Criminal Lords who is untouchable by police department and authority. Probably they sack them enough to pardon all their DEEDs.
As they settle down at the table nearby the exit, a waitress came up to them which made Raven almost jolted and Damian saw her reaction.
"Welcome to Jackal's Sanctuary. can I take ya orda?" a thick accent blonde woman greets them as well as held her tablet by her hands.
"Can you get me a beer?"
"Beer for the lad, how about the lady?"
"Uh, water please." Raven timidly say.
The waitress stared her then make a shrug. "Water fer lady then. Enjoy ya day." She smiled and went to the bartender.
"What's the matter, Raven? Why are you look surprised?"
"That's her. I've seen her in the Forecast."
"I guess we better kept an eye on her and the perp." Damian muttered as he crossed arm while he observed surrounding. Who knows, he might find some mob boss that made trouble back at Gotham city before that he could put it away. Talk about those Cobblepot and Nygma gang that causing some damage in some part of the city where the people went jobless due to accident happen causing the factory to explode. Damian sighed and shake his head as he recall the incident.
"What's the matter?" Raven were concerned as she could felt his tense.
"Nothing, just thought about a case when I see these mafia-like meeting."
"A huge one?" as Raven put her hand together on the table.
"Old and huge case."
Raven pressed her lip. As far as they were having 'fake' relationship, she never question his career seriously, when Damian said about the case, she might thought him as detective or undercover detective, like in the movies.
"I've been wondering, it's been 2 months we've known each other..." her words trailed off.
"And?" she got his attention.
"I've been wondering about what career are you in." she clasped her hand on the table.
There were silence between them.
"Let's just say, I consult the police."
"You seems to be serious about it." she chuckled.
"Of course or else they'll end up being useless department in my city." Damian put his chin on his hand as he stared at the entrance.
Then he saw a guy with suspicious character comes in.
As Damian eyeing on him, that guy spoke a few words to the bartender and went to the toilet, this is the cue where the interview starts.
"Blend in, Raven. I found someone that i need to TALK." Damian got up and went to the men's room.
"Alright then." she shrugged.
A few minutes later, the waitress come with their drinks. "Here's beer for the lad and water for the lady." she served a beer bottle and a shot glass to Raven.
Raven looked at the glass then at the waitress. "Really? In small glass?"
"This one is original from russia and its on the house." the waitress smiled and explained the drink.
"On house? That's lovely." Raven drink it one go and boy, she felt the burn run through her throat. She slammed the cup on the table and exhaled.
"Are you okay, lady?"
"This is the most unusual drink i have. Can i have another one?" Raven's loud voice causing the guys who seat near the bartender who witness it, shouted AY in merry way. Perhaps they are excited to watch a girl who appreciate the russian signature drink.
"Coming right up!" the lady giggled and went back to the bartender.
Each of the glass slammed on the table as she exhaled from drinking the 'water', they shouted AY and patted behind her. She is making history, in the club. Quite absurd but its true.
"What's happening here?" Damian come in as he saw the table being surrounded by the old guys russian as if Raven does drinking contest.
"Ow, Damian! This nice gentlemens giving me some water!" Raven laughed as her cheek burn red.
"Water?"
"Yeah, in small cup, maybe its special from Russia. I love it!" she held the glass and about to drink. Damian quickly snatch the cup from her and smelled it.
"Oh My God, this is Vodka." Damian put it at the side of the table that is unreachable for her.
"Wait, why are taking my water?" Raven whines as she tried to get it.
"Because you had enough of it." Damian glared at them and the crowd slowly disperse to their own table.
"Raven, look at the time." Damian shows at clock that shows 11.11pm but all she could see the clock arm spin faster.
"Make the clock stop, Damian."
Damian look at her as she try to focus on the clock. Oh no.
"How many water you're having?" Damian asked her as he crossed his arm.
"Uh..." Raven counting by fingers on both of her hands. " 3?" Damian look at the table, there's 6 glasses, he sighed. He shouldn't left her alone.
"It seems nothing happen by the way, we should go." He quickly get up and left a couple of bills on the table.
"Hey, lady. Why not stay a little longer? We have more stuff for you to see." an old russian who is one of the men that witness her drinking earlier.
"Oh! Damian, can't we stay abit longer, this nice gentlemen said wanna show me some of Russian roulette drink."
"You are my girlfriend and you are coming with me, now." Damian getting tensed.
"But..."
"I tell you what you want to know if you're coming with me." he sighed hoping she could follow him back.
"Oh! Okay then! Sorry, Mister. My boyfriend has something to tell me. Bye!" she waved like a kid and quickly follow the young lad out.
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"Pssttt....I just remember...aren't we fake boyfriend and fake girlfriend?" Raven whispered to Damian as he accompany her due to her drunken state.
"...It's our agreement."
"Are you the fake girlfriend then?"
"What?" that question really had him as he looked at her.
"If we're fake, I had to be fake boyfriend and you are the fake girlfriend." she giggled." Because I'm a girl and your friend, so I'm not your fake girlfriend."
He chuckled with her train of thoughts and pun attempted words. "That's not how it meant."
"So you are a fake boyfriend?" she looked at him from head to toes. " Does that means you are a fake boy? Or a fake friend?" Oh she got him speechless. "Which on is it?" as she poke his ribs.
"I think its the best way we go my apartment." as they reached at the high security gate. He couldn't afford to let this vulnerable Raven to sleep at her apartment especially after what happen to her roomie a few months ago. Damian use his card to enter, Raven were astonished and try to do the beep beep sound as if she goes into space ship. Before she attract more attention, Damian quickly grab her inside and went to the highest floor.
"What a huge room you got." as she walked in as soon as Damian open the door. He sighed. A bad decision to bring her to the club place.
Raven walk in happy tunes towards the huge window. "Amg, you have the best view!" She exclaimed.
He sighed and settle down her coat at the hanger and her purse on the table.
"Hey Damian!"
"What?"
"You still haven't answer."
"Answer what?" he tries to recall.
"That are you a fake boy or a fake friend?" Raven skidaddle towards him as she wanted to hear his answer.
"You really are drunk, Raven." he frowned.
"You are avoiding the answer! Are you a girl?! Oh we could have girls dates! go shopping together! Do sleepover, paint our nails!"
Never in their meeting Damian would seen Raven that's so cheerful, Raven that he usually met is sad and serious.
"I am a guy and a friend." at last he answer her.
"Hmmm...Good, I don't think I'm into girls like in sexual way, you made me confuse if you told me you're a girl." she giggled.
"What..." Damian blushes as he heard the words coming from her mouth. People say drunk people are honest to their words.
"Maybe I could paint your nails? I have that awesome nail polish green colour that match with you eyes." Raven grab his hand as she studied his finger nails, large and neat cut.
"Wait, Go back, You attracted to me?" Damian is confused state.
"Don't be silly. I like you." Raven shows her grin.
"Like...like like? Or just like?" he still uncertain with thing he heard from her mouth.
"You're funny. Like, like like!" she laughed and that made his face blushes.
"I'm quite certain that I'm not a fake girl." as she pull her collar blouse, look inside, at her torso.
"Raven."
"See?" she pull up her blouse and shows to Damian her upper body.
"STOP." Damian pull down her clothes as he looked away. She will kill him someday.
"You're not a fake girl either." as Raven tries to feel his chest but before she does, he grab both of her hands.
"I get it, we are not fake." he tried his best to keep his shit together.
"Good, you would make me question my sexuality if you were a girl and I like you as a boy." she smiled.
Raven has successfully made Damian Wayne flustered and blushed. Never in his life would meet a girl who had mess up his emotion like this moment.
"I never had girls party or sleepover before." she muttered as she remember her childhood. "Is this my first sleepover?"
"I...I don't know." Damian still find his words after being hitted by Raven's honest flirty words.
"It's my first sleepover yay!" she cheered. She's happy pacing as she bought him by pulling his hands along to the sofa. "So, what are we gonna do?" as both of them sit down.
"What?"
"This sleepover! Are we gonna have pillow fight?"
"Adult sleepover with boyfriends means something else." Damian tried to kept his cool.
"What does it means?" Raven tilt her heard in curiousity.
"Sleep. Just Sleep." He didn't tell the actual thing.
"That's no fun at all. You must have 'boring' sleepover. Oh!! Maybe you never had any, just like me!!" she giggled.
'Does this girl knows what she's talking about?' his mind irritated with the statement.
"I don't sleep at other people's house or invite them to my apartment." Damian kept his serious face.
"Am I the first one to sleepover here?" she grab both of his hand. "I promise I'll make this sleepover fun!"
"Fun?" Damian arched his brow.
"Fun!" Raven with her gleaming eyes stared at him like a little girl.
"Do you have any extra clothes to wear? Mine is kinda smelly for this sleepover." she smelled her clothes and it reeks with sweat and smokes from the club before.
"Stay here. I'll go get some." Damian got up and when to his wardrobe.
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"Here, use this." Damian gives her his shirt and shorts.
"Oh." as Raven received it , she about to pull out her blouse.
"Not here, Damn it!" Damian once again pull down her blouse, grab her and the clothes the walk to the bathroom.
"Change your clothes in here." Damian shade of red grew to his ears as he put the clean clothes on the dry sink then he close the door.
"This shirt is so comfy!" as soon as she come out from the batroom.
"....you should wear some pants." as he seen her twiddling around as if she's wearing a dress.
" I don't need pants, it has cover my butt and you can't see it." as she pull the shirt that reached her thighs. Damian gulped as his eyes trailed on it.
"Alright , miss energetic. You better get some sleep or you'll end up with a headache." he walk to his bedroom which is huge and roomy. Neat with exquisite and modern furniture and the bed is a king size.
"Ohhh...this is comfy!" as she landed on the bed then rolled over to the edge of the bed. Damian just stood there unsure how to reach when she just casually rolled on his bed.
"You must be having fun before sleep." as she jumped on it.
"The bed is for sleeping, Raven."
"And PILLOW FIGHT!!" a pillow hit his face, bullseye.
"I win!" she held both of her hands high."I win i win i win!" she cheers as she jump on the bed.
"You can't win if I didn't forfeit." Damian grab the pillow that has been send by her.
"Or maybe you're just a sore lo-" Damian cut her words by smack her face with pillow he had.
"I win."
Raven fell on her bed and start to throw her tantrum. "It's not fair!"
"There is no rules in pillow fight."
"Oh, yeah?" Raven smack his face with two pillow causing him to fell on his bed.
Damian tried to get but Raven now on top of him, and held her pillow high.
"I win!" she exclaimed.
Damian were stunned with position he's in and hell, he try not to lose it. A girl in his shirt, on top of him in his bed. Consider it his lucky strike.
Shaking his head as he denied desire that stirred in his body. "Get off of me." he hissed.
Raven still on top of him hugging the pillow."No."
Damian groaned as his head hit the soft mattress beneath him. He felt her movement as she lean towards him. "What are you doing?" he scowled.
"You have very pretty eyes." Raven cup both of his cheek as her eyes studied his. Those eyes has blue and a bits of golden mixture that made them look like precious auric malachite gems. Raven slowly leaned towards him until both of their nose touch each other.
"Raven." Damian whispers then Raven plant a kis on his lips. Soft and chaste.
Damian can't help it as he closed his eyes feeling the soft of her lips, soft and lavender fragrance of her hair. His hands touch her arms, then her back moving down to her waist. He can hear her heart same pace as his. Faster.
Raven withdrawn as she take the air amused him. "Why are you laughing?"
"Why are you gasping?"
"I thought we hold our breath while we kissing?"
"Pfft. Let me show you."
He put his hand at the back of her back an pulled towards him. He crushed both their lips and savour it.
Raven felt like euphorial as they kissed in sensual way. As soon as they withdrawn, both of them panting, sucking oxygen filling their lungs.
"Wow."
"Wow?"
"I've never kiss anyone before."
"But you kissed me." Damian furrowed his brows.
"You're the first." She giggled then she landed her head on his chest.
"Raven?"
"Wake me up when September end , Damian." she whispered.
"Wait, What? After that kiss you just-" then he heard small snores came from her. Damian sighed, pull the pillow and landed his head on it.
"It's not even September." He sighed. "She wear MY clothes, rolling and jumping on MY bed, kissed ME and now sleep on TOP of ME" He mumbled under his breath as he stroke her hair. "This girl is unbelievable."
Using remote, he turn the lights into night lamp mode and closed his eyes as he's ready to enter slumberland.
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Wolf Moon/Teen Wolf Series- Part 1
Thank you to @mummybear, @ficus-fig and @mrs-mitch-rapp93 ,who gave me the confidence to go for it! You guys are awesome and I love you with all my heart! And to those who are reading this, thank you and I hope you enjoy it too!
A/N: So every part is going to have the same name as the episodes, but they will be told from the point of view of my OC, which means somethings will be left out because she wasn't present and some things will be added. You will learn a lot more about her throughout the series. I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And if you want to be added to my Taglist at anytime if you're not already, just ask :)
Pairing: Eventually in the series; Stiles Stilinski x OC! Charlotte 'Charli' Vérszívó
Warnings: swearing, some underage drinking, and mentions of deceased parents
Italics= inner commentary/ thoughts
Charli's POV
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It was difficult being in a new place. After everything I went through in the past year, my father and I were forced out of our old home and had to move to Beacon Hills after the incident that killed my mom happened. I don't really miss New Jersey too much, but I do miss my mom. She was the best. She was the rock for our family. She always had a smile on her face even when things were bad.
I miss hearing her sing around the house. I miss the smell of her perfume lingering after she already left the room. I miss being able to tell her anything and not worry about her passing judgements on me. She always knew when to be my best friend and when to be my mom. Most of all, I miss how much she loved my father. He wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, but my mom made him do that and when she died, he changed. He became cold, distant… almost hollow.
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We pulled up to the new house and it was beautiful. It was something my mom would have loved. It was a huge gray and stone neo-eclectic style house with a two car garage, and a circle driveway. My father told me that there was an inground pool in the backyard, as if to make me more convinced to be here, but I didn't have a say anyways. I get out of the U HAUL and walk towards the house. I examine the front yard with a bunch of beautiful peonies, roses and snapdragons lining the front of the porch and hydrangeas lining the stone walkway leading to the front porch.
“What do you think, Charli?” My father asks as he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him.
“It's beautiful…” I trail off. “...I just wish mom could've been here to see it. She would love this place.” I continue quietly, looking down at my old beat up high top converse sneakers.
“I know… I wish she was here too…” He replied sadly. “But, this is our new life. We're going to get a fresh start here and we're going to make the best of it.” He continued with a slightly more positive attitude.
I sighed and looked back up at the house. My father let go of me and we walked into the new house together. When he opened the double doors, he let me in first. I looked up and noticed the double sided curved stairs that led to the second floor. Why the hell do we need all this space? It's literally just the two of us.
“There's also a fully finished basement for when you have friends over.” He broke the silence.
I looked over and half smiled at him. “Where's my room?” I ask quietly.
“Take your pick. There's at least five of them here.” He smirked.
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It was night when we finished unpacking most of the boxes. I carried some crushed up boxes to the curb and threw them away. As I put the lid back on the trash bin outside, I heard a car coming up the road and pull into the driveway of the white house next door on the right side of us. I look up as the door slams shut and see a boy with a buzzcut in a grey cargo jacket get out. After he gets out, he starts walking up the drive, but I may have been staring for too long because he actually stopped to look at me. I quickly made myself busy by putting the boxes that didn't fit in the bin on the ground leaning against it.
He starts walking over to me and starts talking. “Are you my new neighbor?” He asks in a friendly tone. God he was cute.
“Uhh yeah-- yeah I'm Charli.” I answer.
“I'm Stiles…” he holds out his hand to shake mine. Holy crap! His moles are beautiful!
I shake his hand, then shove both of my hands in the pockets of my black zip up hoodie.
“So where did you guys move from?” He asked as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets.
“Jersey. We uh, we lived in Piscataway.”
“Oh cool cool… so did you guys just want a change of scenery or…?” He asked, trailing off.
“No, actually my dad got a new job offer out here and because it's not legal for a 16 year old to live on their own, I had to come along.” I answer as I tuck some of my long, chestnut hair behind my ear, making him chuckle at that last part.
“What’s he do?”
“He's a lawyer.”
His eyebrows raise a bit and he nods. There's a moment of awkward silence between us until he clears his throat.
“Sooo… I'm guessing you're going to be going to Beacon Hills High?” He asks, clearly not sure what else to really say.
“Yeah. My dad originally wanted me to go to a private school, but I convinced him to let me go to public school for a change.” I answer back. “Plus, I'd probably get myself kicked out anyways.”
“You're a rebel I take it?” He asks smirking.
“Only when I wanna be.” I answer back smirking as well, winking, making him chuckle.
We stand there for a minute laughing at how stupid we are. When we stop, he's about to say something until my father opens the front door.
“Charli, come inside. It's late.” he calls. Thanks, Dad…
“Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” I ask, smiling as I walk backwards towards my front door.
“Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.” He answers back, smiling.
“Goodnight.” I tell him, as my body is facing the door but my violet eyes are still on his honey brown ones.
“Goodnight.” He answers back then starts heading back to his own house.
I go inside and close the door. I have this weird feeling in my stomach. A feeling I never really had before. It was strange, I'm not sure I like it. My face was hurting from smiling so much. Is this what a crush felt like? I honestly don't know.
I take off my beat up high top converse sneakers by the front door and start walking towards the steps to go upstairs.
“Who was that?” My father asked, coming out of the hallway leading from the kitchen with a drink in one hand and a case file in the other heading towards his office.
“Just one of our neighbors.” I answer, trying to head upstairs.
“Yeah? A teenage neighbor?” He asked as he placed the case file down on the big mahogany desk with a raised eyebrow.
I sigh. “Yes dad, a teenager. A teenaged boy.”
“What's his name?” He asked, leaning against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Stiles.” It just rolled right off my tongue so easily, felt natural coming off my lips.
My father's face twisted. “What the hell kind of name is Stiles?”
“What kind of name is Ambrus?” I shot back.
“Touche… you little shit.” He commented, making me smirk.
“Well, I've had a busy day. I'm going to bed.” I declare.
“Don't you want some dinner?” He asks, holding up his glass to me.
“No thanks, I'll have some in the morning.” I call back as I head up the stairs for bed.
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I wake up and get ready for school. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and look through my closet. I pull out a tie dye t-shirt, ripped faded skinny jeans and the same black zip up hoodie from last night. Since my hair is a mess, as per usual, I decide to just do two loose braids and stop at where the purple dip dyed ends begin and then put on my ‘Anti Social’ beanie. I head downstairs and sit at the island in our open dark wood kitchen and my dad is already dressed for work in his tailored Armani three piece suit and tie.
“Hey, good morning sleepy head.” My father greets as he pours me a drink into a mug. “You excited for your first day?”
“Define excited.” I mumble, still tired because I could barely sleep last night.
“Hey, c'mon now, Charli. Cheer up! Besides, you're gonna have at least one new friend right? That kid, Stiles from next door?” He tries to pep me up as he hands me the mug.
I drink it all in one sip and wipe my mouth with the napkin he hands me. I toss it in the trash and head for the foyer where my shoes from last night and my backpack were. I put on my shoes and throw my bag over my shoulder. I'm about to leave when my dad calls out. “Did you forget something?”
I look up and he tosses me my keys. I catch them. “Thanks, Dad. Love you!” I call out as I head out to the garage door.
I walk in and sitting in the garage is my father's black Cadillac CTS-V Coupe and my purple 1962 Volkswagen convertible. I could've had any car at all, but I just wanted to keep this because it was in the family for three generations now and I'm a sucker for sentiment. I get in and open the garage door. I adjust my mirrors, take a deep breath, start it up and drive off to the school. As I drive, I turn up the radio and the disk jockey announces that she's going to to play ‘Lowlife’ by Theory of A Deadman. I turn it up louder and start singing along as I'm driving.
I get ready to pull into the school parking lot, but get cut off by some dickhole in a grey Porsche. I slam on my horn and flip him off and keep going. I pull into a spot next to an old beat up pick up truck and gather all my stuff together. My phone alerts me of a text and I check it.
Dad: Have a great 1st day Princess! I put ur schedule & money in the front pocket of ur backpack :)
I half smile and get out and walk towards the school. As I'm walking, I'm pretty sure I see Stiles talking to some other kid with shaggy black hair, but I'm not sure so I don't say anything at first. Before I say anything, a strawberry blonde girl walks past him when he tries to get her attention.
“Hey, Lydia! You look… like you're gonna ignore me.” He sounded so defeated. I felt bad, but at the same time, kinda happy because now I got to talk to him.
“Hey, Stiles.” I call out. He looks past his friend's head, smiles and waves at me.
“Hey!” he actually sounds happy to see me. Play it cool, Charli. Don't fuck this up too.
“Charli, this is my best friend, Scott… Scott, this is Charli, my new neighbor I told you about.” he introduced, gesturing back and forth between us.
Scott and I wave to each other and the bell rings. We all head inside and as I'm walking I pull out my schedule and try to look for my first class.
“Who do you have first period?” Scott asks.
“Mr. Westover.” I answer, not looking up until I feel Stiles’ hand on my shoulder.
“Lucky you, that's right next to us.” Stiles says smiling. “Scott, save me a seat, I'll be right back.” He continues as he leads me to the classroom.
We walk in and Stiles goes up to the the older man behind the desk.
“Mr. Westover, this is Charli, she's a new student here.” He states, leading me over to his desk.
“Thank you, Mr. Stilinski, I'll take it from here. Get to class.” He says in a monotone voice, as he sifts through papers.
Stiles gives him a sarcastic salute and looks at me. “I'll see you after class so I can show you your other classes.” He smiles.
“Now, Mr. Stilinski.” Mr. Westbrook's voice raises just a bit. Stiles leaves. “Take a seat anywhere, Miss Vérszívó.” he continues as he motions to the rows of desks facing the board.
I take the last available seat next to a tall boy with brown spiked hair and blue eyes in a leather jacket. I see in my peripheral vision that he's looking me up and down. I can't tell if he's checking me out or judging me, but by his appearance alone, it's probably judging.
“You're friends with Stilinski?” He asks, almost snobbish.
“He's my neighbor and was kind enough to introduce himself, so yes, I'd say so.” I answer back without making eye contact, just sifting through my backpack for a notebook and a pen.
“Well, if you ever decide to hang out with a more appealing crowd, you know where to find me.” He turns back forward, smirking.
“Cool, I'll look for you in the feminine hygiene aisle along with the other douches.” I shoot back as I'm opening my notebook and preparing to take notes. A kid with short black hair starts snickering behind him, which makes me want to crack a smile. The brown hair boy looks back and gives the other kid dagger eyes.
“Mr. Whittmore, is there an issue that needs to be addressed?” Mr. Westbrook calls out, making the brown haired kid's head snap towards the front of the room.
“No sir.” He said.
Mr. Westbrook turned back around to the board and continued writing on it. I looked over at the douche next to me and smirked.
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I started looking for my locker and seen Stiles and Scott talking to a girl in the hallway.
“Can Someone tell me how the new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's Clique?” the pretty girl complained.
“Because she's hot... Beautiful people herd together.” Stiles said to her.
I chuckled and approached them. Stiles and Scott looked over at me and smiled.
“Yeah, toolbag over there just tried recruiting me first period.” I comment as I point to the guy I told off first period who had his arms wrapped around Lydia.
“Wait, Jackson actually tried to talk to you?” the girl exclaimed.
“Ugh… that's his name? Wow, he apparently has a typical douchebag name too.” I joke.
“What did you say when he talked to you?” Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I told him if I needed him, I'd look for him in the feminine hygiene aisle along with the other douches.” I answered.
Stiles and the girl bust out in laughter, which earns me a high five from Stiles. Scott was really quiet though, kept staring at the other new girl tentatively. As if he was listening to their conversation. I could hear it too, something about a party, but I was mostly tuning it out.
“Are you busy later?” Stiles asked after the other girl left.
“Just some more unpacking when I get home, but other than that, no… why, what's up?” he shoved one hand in his jean pocket and adjusted the strap on his backpack over his with the other.
“Well Scott and I have Lacrosse practice after school, but after we were gonna hang out… did you wanna hang with us?” He asked, almost shy.
“Yeah, that'd be cool.” I answer.
“Great, I can text you after practice if you want?” I nod and give him my phone to put his number in.
“Quick question: what's Lacrosse?” I ask.
Whatever I said triggered something because even Scott looked at me shocked. I look at them both. “What?” I ask.
“Okay, forget texting you later. You gotta come to practice.” Stiles exclaimed.
“It's only the biggest sport in Beacon Hills.” Scott adds.
I think for a moment, then I shrug. “Okay, yeah, I'll come watch."
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That's where I'm leaving off today , hope you guys liked it :)
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darling, you’re my lover — kaia.
date & location — monday september 2, 2019 / kj’s vancouver apartment
tl;dr — maia has been living in vancouver with kj for the better part of the last month and kj has decided that he could definitely get used to this life. but first, he has to ask maia a question.
featuring — @maiimitchell, kj’s dad, mom, and sister
trigger warning(s) — NONE
KJ: KJ was tired. He were going on a full week of having his parents and sister staying with him. And of course there was Maia and Ollie as well but they weren’t so much guests as they were now permanent fixtures of the house. He was tired but the very best kind of tired. The kind of tired that he wanted to be all the time; the kind that was brought on by family dinners, movie screenings, and game nights, talking and laughing loudly into the wee hours of the morning. Today was Monday morning, Labor Day. The Apa family was set to fly home later that evening and KJ’s heart was already heavy, despite there being one last day of fun still to be had. Last night, everyone had agreed to sleep in so they could be well rested for their travels back to New Zealand but KJ’s eyes fluttered open at the sensation of rustling sheets and a shifting mattress. He rubbed the sleep away and, once he did, found himself in an empty bed. “Mai?” His voice was low and raspy. When she didn’t reply, KJ relaxed again, stretching his back out and taking his time getting up, the faintest sound of music floating into their bedroom from somewhere else in the apartment.
Maia: Maia’s anxious mind was put to ease mid week when she’d finally earned the Apa family stamp of approval. After that she felt at peace and felt like she could be her self with his family. She didn’t have to put on a show to impress anyone or stress herself out about them not liking her. The weekend was filled with so many laughs that her stomach still hurt and Maia was finding herself growing more and more attached to new Kiwi’s in her life. So much so that the thought of them leaving today and not hearing their voices around the apartment made her chest ache. Not only for herself but for KJ. She knew how hard it must be for him to say goodbye. Wanting to do something special for them Maia got up a little earlier than she and KJ had planned on and tipped toed her way to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. Wearing an old band tee and boy shorts, her hair in a messy bun that the short hairs at the back of her head at all fallen out of, she started a pot of coffee. The sun was just come up and was casting rays of light through the kitchen window, lighting up the room enough that she didn’t feel the need to turn on the lights. After days of laughs and thick accents filling the halls of the apartment Maia couldn’t stand the thought of cooking in the silence. Turning on spotify she quietly played Taylor Swift’s new album as she got her mug ready. Humming along to the first song, since she wasn’t too fond of it anyway.
KJ: For the first time in so many months, his head felt screwed on right and it surprised him what a positive impact that made across the board. He slept better, ate better, focused better. His heart was content and full...all thanks to the girl that was currently missing from his bed. If he closed his eyes, he probably could have fallen right back to sleep but, you see, he missed his girl too much. He’d gotten spoiled over the past few weeks and now found it difficult to fall asleep in an empty bed. Sitting up, KJ pulled a pair of baggy grey sweats up his legs, looking around for his shirt before realizing Maia was probably wearing it as she loved to steal his things, and ruffled a hand through his hair. He and his father had enjoyed a couple of cigars late the night before and KJ honestly couldn’t remember if he’d brushed his teeth before passing out last night so that definitely needed to happen before he went outside. He could still smell the sweet smoky scent lingering on his skin but never mind. Following the sweet melody down the hall, KJ rounded the corner, his eyes finding Maia. She was humming softly to herself, stopping only when the song switched over. She moved with a grace that made it seem like she was floating, angelic, the dewy glow of new morning light lending nicely to the cause. KJ watched in silence as she poured herself a cup of coffee, standing over the sink and looking out the window there as she took a sip, Taylor serenading her about her lover. He hoped this particular song reminded her of him, that he was on her mind as often as she was on his. Coming up behind her, KJ wrapped her in a gentle embrace, kissing the top of her head before allowing her to turn and face him. “Why are you awake so early, pretty girl? I thought we agreed on 8:30.” As he spoke, his hands seemed to find places on her hips, their bodies subconsciously swaying slightly to the addicting swing tempo of the music.
Maia: There was a goofy smile on her face as Lover came on. This song has made her heart skip a beat the first time she heard it. Every line making her think of Keneti James Fitzgerald Apa. The boy who’d given her a second chance and stole her heart away for good this time. The line that always got her was the line about summer, ‘I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all’. The Last Summer was where they first met and while it’d only been two summers together, she knew she wanted them all with him from here on out. This week with his family had showed her a different side of him and really made see what a future with him could look like. While walking through the Sunflower’s she’d had this daydream of them with their own kids, taking day trip and making memories together. Seeing his parents so happy and in love after all these years gave her hope that they could be like that one day. KJ was no summer fling for her and it was in that field that she started to realize the kind of life she wanted with him. Standing in front of the window, her coffee in her hands, she slowly moved her lips to the music as she sang along. “/Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever. And ah, take me out, and take me home/“ She sang softly as KJ’s arms wrapped around her. Without missing a beat Maia tilted her head to look at him, grinning ear to ear before finishing the line in the song “/You're my, my, my, my — lover/.“ Placing her coffee down on the counter she turned in his arms to look at him. “I wanted to make you guys breakfast and surprise you.” As KJ’s hands found her hips, she slung one arm across his shoulders, the other resting over his heart as they started to move with the music. “ I wanted to make it special and I didn’t think you’d be up for a while. You and your Dad were up late last night. You feeling okay?”
KJ: “I’m fine,” KJ said softly, glancing around at the litany of ingredients scattered around the counter, a sight he’d been loveblind to mere moments before. “There you go again, caring so much about everyone else. I love you and that sweet heart of yours, Maia.” As the song pushed into its quick-fire bridge, one of KJ’s hands slid slowly around her waist, anchoring their frames together, their movements shifting from unaware swaying to much more deliberate dancing. “Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.” Taking one of Maia’s hands, he held it up, spinning her beneath the peak before stabilizing her body and falling back into their established swaying. It felt like something out of a movie or a cheesy teenage drama series except that nothing about this moment felt cheesy or forced or directed. It was organic, spontaneous and if his life with Maia was going to be an endless string of these perfectly organic Hallmark moments, he knew he would die a happy and well loved man. “My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue. All’s well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.” His heart was beating irrationally fast, he realized, in comparison to the lackluster intensity of their dancing and it took him a moment to process why that was. Taylor was crooning about a wedding, her words a literal vow to love and protect and choose her lover over and over again; truth be told, KJ wasn’t exactly a T.Swift fan but in this moment, she was speaking the words in his head and heart better than he ever could. His conversation with his dad at the sunflower field came flooding back. He was sure then, he was sure now. The question was going to burst out of his chest if he waited to ask her any longer. The song was almost over when KJ spun Maia, sending her twirling away, coming to a stop with her back to him. “Darling, you’re my, my, my, my — lover.” By the final titular word, KJ had dropped to one knee, swallowing all his anxieties and fears, waiting for her to turn back around.
Maia: Maia’s cheeks warmed and her gaze broke from his as he flattered her yet again. “I love you more,” she said softly before looking back up at him. Her hand cupping his cheek as she spoke again, “This big heart of mine is a bit of a sucker for you and by extension, your family.” Knowing just how hard saying goodbye would be for him later on was more than enough fuel to her fire. She’d do whatever it took to distract him or make this day just a little better for him. Maia couldn’t help but grin as he slid his hands to her waist, intentionally moving to the music this time. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d danced together like this and was already making a mental note to do it more often. Maia was so caught up in the moment that she barely heard a single word of the song. Not to mention the sound of her racing heart made it harder to hear the words. Giggling softly she let KJ spin her around before pulling her back into his gentle embrace. It really was like something out of a movie! Little did she know this would be a moment she’d remember for the rest of her life. Before she knew it the song was ending, it was taking everything in her power not to reach other for her phone to restart the song and keep this moment from ending. But before she could KJ spun her around once more, letting her go mid spin. Cornelia Street started playing as she came to a stop, turning around with the biggest smile on her face. Maybe it was because she hadn’t finished that coffee yet and was still a little slow but it took a few seconds for her to register what he was doing. At first she innocently thought he’d dropped something but as KJ stayed down on one knee just staring up at her she started to think something /bigger/ might be happening. “Kaje—“ she breathed as she stepped closer to him. Her hand raised to her mouth, her fingertips covering her lips as she waited with baited breath for him to say something. Anything.
KJ: “Marry me.” Maybe if he posed it more as a command and less as a question, she would have to do as he said. That’s how it worked, right? He didn’t have a ring, a fact that he was suddenly all too aware of as he struggled with what to do with his hands. Slowly, he raised his shaking hands, willing her to come closer so that he could take hers in them. “Maia, I love you. My life is better with you in it. I know this because I had you once and I lost you so I can tell you, without a doubt, that everything is better when you’re involved. You bring so much joy and excitement and laughter to my life. My family loves you and seeing you with them only made me love you even more than I already do.” The shaking had migrated from his hands to the rest of his body, his whole frame buzzing with fear and excitement. “You’re it for me, forever. I love you so much. So Maia, will you marry me?” His question hung in the air between them, his gaze cast upward at the most beautiful face he’d ever seen, searching and scanning for answers in her glowing eyes. What if she said no? Or worse yet, what is she just laughed? He hadn’t even paused to consider these all-too-real outcomes. This was crazy. They had only gotten back together a handful of weeks ago. How could he expect her to be as sure about him as he was about her? Well, it was too late to take anything back now. Where they went from this moment would be entirely dictated by the next words she spoke.
Maia: Maia was stunned. Speechless. Absolutely shocked by KJ’s words. Her mind was racing as she tried to process everything. One minute she’d had her mind on coffee and what kind of pancakes to make, now she was thinking about what he’d look like in a suit at the alter! How had everything shifted so drastically? Standing in front of him she let him take her hand, her fingers lacing around his as she tried to make sense of everything that was happening. Hearing KJ talk about what life with out her was like brought a tear to her eyes, remembering all too well what it was like to miss him and wonder what could have been. She knew when they got back together that she’d do anything to make things right and make it work this time. Knowing now that they had the kind of love that could make this work. But never had she thought marriage would be on the table so soon. Her head was spinning with questions and even some doubt but then KJ said the words that grounded her and gave her the hope she needed. /“You’re it for me, forever./“ It didn’t matter if he proposed today or two years from now, she knew he was her forever so what difference did it make? She loved him too and truth be told the thought walking down the aisle towards him set a fire in her heart like she’d never felt before. He was the one she wanted and til death do they part. “You’re crazy!” She laughed softly, wiping her tears with her free hand. “But you’re my kind of crazy.” Letting go of his hand she planted her hands on either side of his face, tilting his face up so he’d keep looking at her. “Yes —— a million times yes. Keneti James I love you and couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.” Leaning down she pressed her lips to his, letting her love pour into their kiss. “I love you — I love you so much,” she mumbled between kisses.
KJ: The sense of relief that washed over him when Maia spoke the one tiny word that he craved was indescribable. Of course, Maia being Maia, couldn’t start out with a simple yes or no; no, first she had to confirm what he already knew about himself...that he was crazy. “Maybe I am. We’ll have to wait and see,” KJ confirmed before she grabbed his face, crashing her lips against his. Without breaking their kiss, KJ stood slowly, wrapping her in a tight embrace, lifting her slightly off the ground as he did. “Now we get to be crazy together for the rest of our lives,” he said against her mouth. Moments ago, when he’d woken up, he had no idea this was where his morning would lead but here they were, a newly engaged couple, and it was the most at peace he had felt in months, maybe years. The young actor peppered small kisses along her jawline as they leaned against the kitchen counter, utterly wrapped up in each other. So enamored, in fact, that KJ had completely forgotten that they weren’t alone in the house until he heard his parents’ voices softly conversing in the guest room. “We better get cooking if we’re gonna pull off this surprise, fiancée,” KJ said, his smile doubling in size at his last word. “Wow, that felt good. That felt really good to say, fiancée.” Despite having just said they needed to get to work, he was having an awfully hard time moving and instead continued to steal as many kisses as he could, their hands a tangled mess between them. At that moment, KJ was hit with a stroke of genius. Well, maybe genius was a strong word. Reluctantly pulling himself away from Maia and towards the fridge, KJ rummaged around until he turned back around, a single spaghetti noodle pinched between his fingers. Returning to the girl waiting for him, he gently tied the limp pasta around her ring finger, laughing the entire time. “It’s not much but it’s the best I could do on such short notice,” he said through his fits of laughter, tipping forward once he was done until their foreheads pressed lightly together. A piece of him kept expecting for the panic to set in but that sense of peace remained, strong and steady.
Maia: “Oh I know,” she chuckled softly against his lips. Maia knew this man was straight up crazy but it was one of the things she moved about him. He pushed her out of her tidy, structured, comfort zone. He made her take risks, follow her gut and not worry so much about “the plan”. KJ challenged her in ways that no one ever had before and for that she owed him more thank yous than she could even count. Maia knew in that moment that he was completely insane for wanting to marry her but the way he looked at her while he was down on one knee made he realize just how crazy she was about him too. Things were different this time around, they weren’t hiding their love story in a one bedroom apartment in some foreign city. They were integrating each other into their busy lives, their friend group and their families. They were raising a dog together and planning for a future together. What they had this time was no fling or temporary arrangement. It was real and Maia knew he was everything she wanted, now and forever. “You make me crazy,” she whispered back to him, neither of them pulling away to talk. Ever word muddled against the others lips and heavy breathes. As KJ peppered her face with kisses she giggled softly, forgetting all about the world around them. Including Ollie who was sitting next to his food dish unimpressed that his parents were kissing instead of feeding him breakfast. “How am I supposed to do anything after that?” she raised a brow at him. A smile never fading from her lips as the word fiancée lingered in the air. “I like the sound of that.” Maia leaned in to him, letting him steal another kiss.. or two… or three. Hell she’d lost count! When KJ pulled away Maia watched him careful, her brow raised as he rummaged through the fridge. When he returned with a limp piece of spaghetti she couldn’t help but break out laughing, a laugh that could be heard throughout the apartment. “Ew Kaje!” Despite the gross slimy feeling, she let him tie it around her finger. “You better get me a ring that’s not so cold and squishy or else this will be the shortest engagement ever.” Pressing her forehead against his she let herself close her eyes and just take this all in. The love, the laughter and feeling of being so happy her heart could burst. “I love you,” she whispered to him. Their moment interrupted by the sound of Ollie whining at their feet. He’d been patient long enough and couldn’t stand being left out any longer. “Oh honey are you jealous that Dad’s not giv
KJ: Their start may have been on the salacious side of things but that only fueled KJ to make the rest of their story legit and this engagement felt like a huge step in the right direction. Then again, a cold spaghetti ring hardly screamed traditional. “I promise, I’m working on the dream ring. You just looked so beautiful in this morning light, I couldn’t help myself,” he reasoned, holding her left hand up and admiring his work, faking a few ooo’s and aah’s for good measure. “I felt like my chest was going to explode if I didn’t ask you right here, right now. If you need to blame someone, blame Taylor Swift and her damn catchy music. I love you too,” he said, adding on a reply to her whispered sentiment. “So damn much.” The young actor was about to launch into yet another list of reasons why he loved her when he was interrupted by the incessant whines of their canine son. “C’mon, Olz, way to kill the mood, mate.” Begrudgingly, KJ released Maia’s frame from his grasps, taking over where Maia had left off cutting strawberries as she took care of Ollie. Moments later, Maia made a noise that was half scream, half moan combining with the word no repeated over and over. KJ looked over just in time to see the very last bit of spaghetti engagement ring disappear into Ollie’s mouth. “Oh my god. Oliver, how could you?” The look on Maia’s face made it impossible for KJ to *not* burst into laughter, so loud that it echoed through the house which his parents would take as an invitation to join them in the kitchen, he was sure of it. “It’s okay, that was a terrible idea,” he said as he rounded the island, coming to a stop once he reached Maia. Loosening the ring he was sporting on his right hand ring finger, KJ pulled it off before holding it up between them like an offering. “I know you hate this thing but it beats pasta until we can get you the real deal. At least our son can’t eat this one.”
Maia: Maia shook her head at him and laughed quietly as he held her hand up and ooo'd at the noodle on her hand. "You better move fast, this thing is going to start to smell after a while." Maia didn't need a ring though, just the fact that he'd been so wrapped up in the moment that he had to ask her right then and there meant the world to her. "I just can't believe that I took your breath away looking like this, " she gestured at his shirt that she'd slept in. "So much so you had to ask me to marry you right here in the kitchen. You know this is the story we're going to be telling our kids and our grandkids one day?" The smile on her face had never shone so bright. Something about thinking about the future and their family just made her so incredibly happy and excited. "Lover is now our song and you have no one to blame for it but yourself," Maia teased. Who knew the Van Halen Fanboy would end up with Taylor Swift singing the soundtrack to their love story. The short brunette pouted as he pulled away from her and moved back to the counter. "You're a real cockblock you know that?" She asked Ollie, using her signature baby voice that she always used on him. Over on the other side of the kitchen Maia squatted down to grab Ollie's kibble bowl and refill it. Just as she was reaching out to put it back he nipped at her finger, taking the noodle away in one swift bite. "Ouch!!" she pulled her hand back, dropping the bowl in it's place. "No, Ollie. That's bad!" She tried her best to sound stern but she was already laughing through the pain at how ridiculous this all was. "Look what you did to me!" Her pout only grew bigger as she held out her hand for KJ, showing off the new tiny teeth marks on the side of her hand. "Did you ask his permission to marry his Mum? I don't know if he was just really hungry or if he disapproves of all of this." Maia watched as he pulled off his ring and held it out to her instead. "Baby, your hands are twice the size of mine." Never the less, she slipped the ring on her left ring finger and kissed him tenderly. "I'll try my best not to lose it." Or maybe she would lose it so she'd never have to look at it again. Only time would tell. In the mean time she wrapped the twist tie from their loaf of bread around the bottom of it to make it a little snugger so it wouldn't fall off her finger.
KJ: “You always take my breath away,” KJ said simply, truthfully. “You’ve had a power over me since the moment we met, Maia. Leaves me breathless every time.” He held her gaze as she mused about the future, about kids and grandkids, the future generations that they would one day help to bring forward. “Sorry I didn’t do it on the side of a sweep cliff or at the top of the Empire State Building,” he said, only half joking. Now that it was done with, he immediately started thinking about all the other ways he could have asked her. Something monumental and posh would have been the expected route but they were a very low key couple and this moment with this setting...it fit. It felt right. And he knew, 50 years from now, he would tell this story with pride, knowing how every single second of it felt like magic in its purest form. “Oh my god, I’m sorry baby,” KJ said, an overly exaggerated pout on his lips when she thrust her finger in his face, kissing the spots indented with tiny teeth marks. “I honestly thought he and I were good, all bonded up like fathers and sons should be. I didn’t think he would try to come in here and ruin everything.” Emphasizing his last two words, KJ threw a look of phony disgust at Ollie would was now happily munching away at his breakfast, paying them no mind. “Already such a killjoy,” he mumbled as he kissed her yet again, simultaneously unhooking the chain he always wore around his neck, the one that held the cross at the end. Taking the ring back, he thread it on the chain before fastening it around Maia’s neck. “Because I want that thing back eventually,” he teased, gently grasping both sides of her face and pulling her in for a deep kiss that only grew more intense until the sound of an opening door snapped through the kitchen. It was everything in him to pull away just as his family entered the room, turning Maia around to face outward but keeping his arms wrapped around her body from behind. “Sorry guys,” KJ said, biting his lower lip as they all surveyed the mess of uncooked ingredients littering the counters. “Maia was kind enough to have gotten up to make everyone breakfast but I sort of distracted her so nothing’s ready yet.” KJ and Maia exchanged glances before breaking into the kind of laughter you only get from an inside joke. His parents were clearly confused while Ari was simply searching for coffee. KJ debated holding it in, letting it be only theirs for a while longer but he just couldn’t wait to let them in on the little secret that had formed this morning. “I asked Maia to marry me and she said yes.” That smile of his was back twofold as he watched confusion shift to elation on his parents’ faces, gladly accepting the onslaught of hugs and congratulatory claps on the back that came moments later. His mum was crying, holding him by the face as she rambled something about her baby boy growing up so fast while Ari immediately started talking wedding details and his dad gave Maia a giant bear hug.
Maia: “Keep saying stuff like that and I’ll end up marrying you right here in this kitchen too.” Leaning forward she pecked his lips, whispering the word thank you before pulling back. “I didn’t even think you liked me when we first got to set. You were spending all your time getting to know the crew and I was sure you were avoiding me.” Later she realized that that’s just who KJ was. He was the big hearted softy who treated everyone with respect, took time to learn their names and always greeted them with a smile. He was one of a kind and best of all, he was all hers. “Don’t be sorry. You know I’m into any of that flashy stuff. —— I do wish you had warned me to at least put pants on,” she teased playfully. In the retelling of the story she could tell their kids she had done her hair and put pants on, they’d never know the difference. “Oww” she whined as quiet as a mouse as he dipped down to kiss her hand. “Clearly he’s jealous. I’m not sure he wants to dance with you but you’ll definitely have to take him for some father / son bonding to win him over again.” Ollie didn’t give a damn what they were doing now that he had his breakfast. Unless they said ‘wanna go for a walk?’ he wouldn’t even look at them until he finished. Maia dropped her jaw, trying to look shocked that he didn’t trust her with his ring. “Eventually as in 50 years from now?” Her giggle only silenced by his lips crashing against hers. Thank god for KJ hearing the door because she hadn’t. She was lost in his kiss and even felt a little dazed as he pulled back. It took a blink and the sound of his Dad’s footsteps on the tile floor for her to remember where she was and what she was doing. Instantly her face went red and she did her best to cover it with her hand. Her body twisting into his side, as if he could hide her from the embarrassment of being caught making out in the kitchen by his parents. “I was really trying but your son is a real distraction!” Unsure if he was going to tell them about the engagement she kept her mouth shut about what had distracted her in the first place. However she didn’t have to keep it a secret for long. With in minutes KJ was opening up to his parents and telling them all about the engagement. With a gasp she looked up at him and smiled, letting go of him just in time for his Mum to step in and shower him with congratulations. His Dad pulling her into a tight hug seconds later. “Maybe we should go out for breakfast to celebrate instead?”
KJ: KJ laughed softly as Maia recounted their first few days on set together. “I just knew I’d have tons of time to spend with you. Too much, some might say, looking back at it. We had too much time to get into trouble.” He thought back to those days, how different everything was, carefree and utterly reckless. Back then Maia hadn’t been his - not technically, anyway - but even then, the feelings he’d carried for her had been just as intense as they were today. Perhaps the intensity had come from the fact that she had been forbidden back then and KJ - always one to want what he couldn’t have - had been drawn to her like a moth to flame for that reason alone. Despite how fun it was to be intoxicated by lust, he thanked his lucky stars that their circumstances had changed. She was all his and he was hers, forever. “Eventually as in the second we get you a ring of your own,” he retorted, kissing the tip of her nose. He chuckled as she squirmed in his arms, seemingly trying to block herself from view when his family joined them. Luckily, reactions to the news quickly shifted attention away from whatever they had been doing moments previous while alone. “I think breakfast out is a great idea,” KJ echoed from where he was standing, his father’s arm slung around his shoulder. He ducked his way out of that embrace before taking Maia’s hand and pulling her towards their bedroom so they could get ready. “We’ll be right out.” Alone once again, KJ shut the door before pulling her into another deep kiss. He just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her. “You make me so happy,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. “Thank you, I love you.” He needed to commit this feeling to memory. Life would unavoidably get rough at times and he wanted to make sure he had this memory to draw from when he needed it. “I was thinking we could go to the beach for a few hours before we take them to the airport. I think they’d like that.”
Maia: “Trouble? No no no, I was innocent and sweet before I met you. You’re the one who got me into all kinds of trouble.” She quirked her brow at him, a devilish smirk on her lips. Things had been complicated back then. Maia was seeing someone else when they started filming together and as they grew closer things got more and more difficult for her. One one hand she had this new and exciting man in her life that made her feel like her heart was exploding in her chest and on the other she had the safety of a relationship she’d been in for years. One she hadn’t been happy in for a while but was afraid of change and conflict. None of that mattered now though. Maia had made the right choice this time around and was so ready to all of herself to this man in front fo her. “Or never… we’ll play it by ear, don’t worry.” She brushed off every word he’d said, still thinking of ways to make it disappear. Maia had gotten up and put herself together every morning before coming out to see his family. Standing their in her skimpy PJs she was looking for any excuse she could to hide behind KJ and not be the centre of attention. Lucky for her KJ seemed to sense the unease coursing through her and pulled her back into his room to get ready before Maia could turn any redder. Before she could thank him his lips were on hers again and she was swept up in moment once more. Almost like his parents had never walked in on them. “I love you — I can’t wait to spend the rest of the life with you,” she murmured back to him. Maia knew if they didn’t stop though they’d end up back in bed together. As much as she wanted him right now she couldn’t bare the thought of making love to him with his parents on the other side of the door waiting for them. “I like that idea. Should we bring Ollie to run the on the beach or leave him here?” Maia started to change as they talked through the plan, making a show of tossing his shirt back at him. “Thanks handsome,” she turned to wink at him while she clasped her bra. “And I was thinking we could order in some sushi or something for dinner. Have a low key night here after we drop them off.” Mostly because she could only imagine how hard saying goodbye would be and didn’t want him to have to put on a brave face to go out with her for dinner or drinks.
KJ: Begrudgingly, KJ pulled away from Maia, knowing full well they could go no further than a few more stolen kisses with his family waiting for them. Thankfully, they would be alone tonight and would be caught up in each other enough that hopefully he wouldn’t even have time to miss them once they left. KJ hopped around as he struggled to gain his balance while pulling a pair of dark denim jeans up his legs, only half listening to Maia’s plan for the rest of the day. “Of course we can bring Ollie. He’d have the time of his life,” KJ said as he slipped another few rings and a new necklace on; while he’d been excited to tell his parents, he definitely wanted to keep it away from the press as long as possible and if anyone saw him without his necklace...well, people were both smarter and creepier than he wanted to believe and someone would probably figure it out. He caught his shirt when Maia launched it at him, shooting her a smirk as he tossed it back onto the bed. “Anytime, beautiful.” KJ nodded at the mention of their evening plans as he spritz some product into his hair, putting a little more effort into his getting ready, assuming his mom would want to be taking lots of pictures to memorialize the happenings of the day. “I love the sound of having you all to myself tonight,” he said, glancing himself over before deciding he was ready. He took Maia’s hand, spinning her under his arm and giving her a once-over. “I’m so goddam lucky,” he said to no one in particular, stealing one last kiss from his fiancée. Today marked the first day of their new chapter and he couldn’t wait to get started writing it with Maia.
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happy fanfic writer’s appreciation day y’all!
I’ve been a part of the Unsolved fandom since November 2017, and I continue to be staggered at just how goddamn talented this fandom is. I’ve read so, so many thousands of words of quality fic, and I wanted to share a few of my faves with you! this list includes Shyan and ot3 fics, along with a few crossovers.
ao3 and tumblr links are both included whenever possible; please let me know if any links are incorrect or broken and I’ll update them asap. please show these authors some love and appreciation, whether it’s through a kudos, a comment or a reblog! as always, please be certain to read the tags and ratings so you have the best reading experience for yourself.
and now, with that being said, below the cut are 70ish fics, in alphabetical order, sorted by ship!
Ryan/Sara/Shane
A Perfect Piece of Ass, Like Every Californian by beethechange. 6866 words, rated E. ao3.
“Happy birthday, Shane,” Sara says. “I got you a Ryan.”
Comments: this is just pure, unadultered smut and frankly, we don’t deserve Bee. she’s so good and this is so good.
Civil Discussion by ricky_goldsworth. 1854 words, rated E. ao3.
“Sara,” Ryan says, very seriously. “You can have sex anywhere, if you’re determined enough.”
Comments: in real life, I have an impassioned rant ready to go at any given moment about how dumb of an idea shower sex is, but this fic almost changed my mind. it’s that incredible.
Cotton by ricky_goldsworth. 561 words, rated T. ao3.
It starts on a Saturday night.
Comments: clothes sharing is my favorite trope of all time, and this was super sweet and perfect.
Daisy Canfield Will Have Her Revenge On Los Angeles by ricky_goldsworth. 5852 words, rated T. ao3.
Once Sara becomes a permanent addition to the True Crime crew, it’s inevitable that she ends up roped into the filming for the next season of Supernatural, too.
Comments: This is the first ot3 fic I ever read and it made me fall in love with them. The dynamic is spot-on, and the way they fall together is very sweet and natural.
ghoooOOOooost.mov by ElasticElla. 1542 words, rated M. ao3 & tumblr.
"Did I tell you Shane and I might’ve caught a ghost on video?”
Comments: not only does this fic have one of the best titles that I’ve ever seen, but I’m a sucker for Ryan being stuck on Sara and Shane, and this fic is a nice twist on that!
hands to the sky (show me that you're mine) by angelsaves. 3631 words, rated E. ao3.
Sara fills in for Shane on a Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural shoot, and she and Ryan totally see a ghost. The only way to keep it from infiltrating their nightmares is, of course, cuddling.
Comments: I love, love this, especially the Ryan/Sara dynamic!
Ryan/Shane
a breath of myth and mystery by abovetheruins. 8295 words, rated M. ao3 & tumblr.
At first Shane has no idea what the whole song and dance routine is about. All he sees is the familiar broad span of Ryan's back, the dimples resting just above his ass, the dip of his spine, and miles of bronze skin, until Ryan nudges his hoodie further up the length of his back, wincing as he carefully maneuvers the hem over what Shane realizes aren't actually folds in the fabric but lumps beneath it.
Comments: I’ve never been a huge wing!fic person, but this fic changed my mind. it’s wonderfully written, and there’s some extremely sensual moments that were a delight to read.
(a moment) by thisissirius. 1437 words, rated G. ao3.
Ryan is shivering when they get back to the motel.
comments: Look, you can never have enough huddling for warmth! this is extremely sweet and fluffy.
and all the birds have flown by anarchetypal. 1575 words, rated M. ao3.
Detective Madej knows Ryan Bergara is guilty, but there’s no evidence. Nothing will stick to him. He’s like smoke, and Shane can’t catch him.
Comments: I love a good serial killer au, and this is right up there. the narration is very different and unique, and I dig it.
and i'm puffing my chest, getting red in the face by pissedofsandwich. 6052 words, rated T. ao3.
Or: Shane is definitely not at all jealous of how close Zack and Ryan are getting during the making of Sports Conspiracies. Except that he is.
Comments: I love jealous Shane, and I love Zack Evans, and this fic has a multitude of both. the ending is fantastic.
Back to You by punk_rock_yuppie. 6168 words, rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
Shane wakes up and knows immediately that something is wrong.
Comments: this fic punched me in the heart. it’s a little bit angsty and a little bit bittersweet and extremely good.
Be Your Teenage Dream Tonight by hapakitsune. 4203 words, rated E. ao3.
Shane wears a cheerleader outfit for #content and things get weird.
Comments: have you ever wondered if there was smut involving That cheerleader outfit? I’m here to tell you that yes, there is, and it is amazing.
but still let me tell you that i love who you are by BooyahFordhamYacht. 1136 words, rated G. ao3.
Or, five voicemails from Ryan that Shane refuses to delete.
Comments: I’m a sucker for 5+1 style fics, and the concept of this one is honestly adorable.
cat(astrophe) by ElasticElla. 3218 words, rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
“She’s hideous. And she doesn’t blink,” Ryan says, and just to spite him, the cat looks up and slowly blinks.
Comments: this fic is absolutely adorable. not only does Ella write the boys super well, but she also perfectly nails the mannerisms of a cat.
City of Angels by carrieonfighting. 2765 words, rated T. ao3.
Alternatively, two dorks skip work and go to the beach and don't even realise it's a date.
Comments: I’m a sucker for little slice of life fics, and this is absolutely wonderful. It also makes me want to move to Los Angeles.
Coffee by YogurtTime. 2628 words, rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
"Sometimes Shane taps a set of fingers against his hip to get him to move; there’s no time for words when you’re clocking eight orders every five minutes between 7 and 10 A.M even if the touch lingers and Ryan feels the touch burn until the end of his shift."
Comments: Look y’all, I’m also sucker for coffee shop AUs and this one is perfect. their dynamic is complicated and feels super natural, and the ending is very soft.
Collateral Damage by istie. 5801 words, rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
Shane learns to walk in heels for a video - not just walk in them, but murder strut. Ryan doesn't want to admit he's into it, but ... he's really, really into it.
Comments: so y’all know that video about Shane walking in heels? this fic came first. it is hilarious and smutty and perfectly characterized, and comes complete with a cake recipe!
didn't know that i was starving (til i tasted you) by abovetheruins. 5289 words, rated E. ao3.
He was never like this, before. He’d always had the hunger under control, didn’t need to feed often or much at all unless he had gone too long without. Food sustained him just as well, though it never did quite sate that itch, the craving for skin and sweat, breath and heat.
Comments: I didn’t know that I needed incubus Ryan until this fic, but not only is it quite hot, it’s also surprisingly sweet and domestic!
First Anniversary. 1750 words, rated G. ao3.
Shane's distracted, it's their first anniversary and Ryan doesn't even seem to remember.
Comments: This fic has been orphaned on ao3, but it’s very sweet, and I love the anniversary gifts!
first, i have to be alone with you by alvaughn. 2144 words, rated M. ao3.
Shane’s surprised Ryan hasn’t noticed.
Comments: Shane discovers Ryan’s choking kink and I am very into it.
From a Kiss to a Thrill by punk_rock_yuppie. 1602 words, rated M. ao3 & tumblr.
He’s sculpted and fit and the fact that he can throw Shane around like it’s nothing is just fucking great.
Comments: Did someone say size kink? The dirty talk in this is blistering.
fuck you (Can I Have This Dance?) by punk_rock_yuppie. 2565 words, rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
It starts in a bathroom and ends in Ryan's bed.
Comments: This is smut, pure and simple, folks. Very, very good smut. I won’t be able to listen to a certain Nine Inch Nails song again without thinking of it.
ghosts can’t pick up power drills (probably) by anarchetypal. 1193 words, rated M. ao3.
“What you’re suggesting is that we have sex in the exact spot where a dude was once brutally murdered with a power drill. That is what you’re suggesting to me right now.”
Comments: there is some a+ banter in this, and it’s a good fun fic!
he shoots, he scores by ElasticElla. 2417 words, rated M. ao3 & tumblr.
If it wasn’t for basketball, he wouldn’t know exactly how good Ryan looks after scoring the winning point.
Comments: this fic was a present for me, and what a marvelous present. Shane fawning over how Ryan looks playing basketball, plus frottage? it’s truly wonderful.
Hold Your Breath, It Gets Better by beethechange. 10297 words, rated E. ao3.
Comments and summary: Essentially, Shane discovers Ryan’s anal beads. Shenanigans ensue. Very well-written, ludicrously hot shenanigans.
Honey. 2472 words, rated M. ao3.
Alternatively: Ryan Bergara seizes the moment.
Comments: another orphaned fic. One of the tags on this is ‘sensuality’ and honestly, what an accurate tag. The first kiss in this is a+.
Hot Scary Summer by thewindupbird. 11626 words, rated E. ao3.
The boys hunt some ghosts, make some impulsive choices, and try their best to sort out what it means to get to the heart of this thing.
Comments: The way this author writes kills me. The details, how thoroughly they get into both of their heads, the analysis of their relationship, it’s all so damn good.
I love your bones (series) by thewindupbird. 32,357 words across three works, rated E. ao3.
Comments: the precursors to Maelstrom, these fics are bittersweet and beautiful and painful, all in the best way possible.
if we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it now by floatingonthelehigh. 3331 words, rated T. ao3.
Shane gets Ryan to come to an old abandoned house with him. One of them, and you'll never guess who, gets more than a little freaked out. Featuring: pure terror! confessions of love! and a somewhat-terrifying framed photograph of a woman!
Comments: this is such a cute fic, with an exceptionally soft Shane just wanting to be alone with Ryan. it’s so fluffy.
if you believe in magic by abovetheruins. 2908 words, rated E. ao3.
Ryan has this theory – just the one, because it’s the only one that makes sense. Not that it actually does make sense, because… well, it doesn’t. Shane will say that it doesn’t, anyway. He’ll say that it’s ridiculous, that it’s illogical, that the only reason it exists in the first place is because it strokes Ryan’s ego, and hey, he’s not wrong.
Comments: this is a last minute addition, because I read it last night and my brain just kinda shouted hot damn the entire time.
if you love me, come clean by juniperProse. 765 words, rated T. ao3.
Four times Ryan felt absolutely in love with Shane Madej, and one time he (accidentally) told him so.
Comments: I have a soft heart and fluff makes me happy, so this definitely made me happy.
i’ll hold your hand (but only if you want me to) by cactsu. 4466 words, rated E. ao3.
(basically based on the ‘I’m pretending to be your bf because you looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on you’ prompt)
Comments: Look, I’m a big fan of that trope, so I really enjoyed this!
i'll tell you about the magic (it'll free your soul) (series) by punk_rock_yuppie. 18260 words across three works, rated E. ao3.
A variety of magical creatures inhabit the earth: werewolves, sirens, and faeries, oh my! The LA Buzzfeed office is chockful of these creatures; here are some of the shenanigans they get up to.
Comments: Features telepath Ryan, demon Shane and some delightful BuzzFeed shenanigans!
I’m Gonna Keep You in Love with Me (for a While) by beethechange. 21847 words, rated E. ao3.
Comments and summary: Every fandom needs a married in Vegas fic. This is that fic for the Unsolved fandom. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever read. Bee writes developing relationships like no one else.
i’m lost without you by bodhirookes. 7213 words, rated M. ao3.
Ryan's weekend long Star Wars marathon gets interrupted when Shane starts throwing rocks at his window, and it only gets better from there. As in, lots of boys crying and having life-affirming sex and Jake Bergara kicking ass and taking names better.
Comments: There seem to be surprisingly few high school aus in this fandom, but this one is A+. It’s perfectly sweet and nostalgic.
In These Frozen and Silents Nights by beethechange. 25257 words. ao3 & tumblr.
Planning a shoot at a remote cabin in Vermont the week before Christmas wasn't Ryan’s best-ever idea. Taking a leisurely walk in a blizzard wasn't Shane’s. Scrap the ep, there’s a new plan: survive the storm, stay warm, try not to kill each other, and figure some shit out along the way.
Comments: If you love Shyan in general or snowed-in fics in particular, you need to do yourself a favor and read this. The characterization is nothing less than perfect, it made me laugh, it gave me emotions... this fic is essentially perfect. The comment I left on it is embarassingly long and rambling.
it started like this by sky_somedays. 2465 words, rated T. ao3.
Shane thinks that if he can just pin down when it started, maybe he can do something about it. Think himself out of it, somehow. Understand the problem to solve the problem.
Comments: this fic feels like a series of vignettes, documenting some moments in their friendship/relationship, and the writing style is fantastic.
keep you like an oath by spoopyy. 11850 words, not rated. ao3.
"I'm in love with you," Ryan says, desperate.
"No, you're in love with the views."
Comments: Fake relationships and couples getting handcuffed together for 24 hours, with a dash of angst? What’s not to love?
Maelstrom by thewindupbird. 40433 words, rated M. ao3.
Here’s the thing about driving halfway across the country to see someone. You can’t really deny, after that, that you’re pretty much head over heels for them.
Comments: I can’t put my feelings about this fic into proper words. Please just know that it’s probably one of the best things I’ve ever read, and that’s including published works.
Maple Close (series). 5450 words across three fics, rated E. ao3.
Comments: an orphaned series, but the author is absolutely amazing. This series is about Shane and Ryan growing up together, and it’s beautiful, and the nostalgia is utterly magnificent. like childhood friends? how can you go wrong?
Missed by ricky_goldsworth. 547 words, rated T. ao3.
Aren't you tired every day? / 'Cause I run through your brain / Hold me down, keep me safe
Comments: the opening line of this fic is one of the most beautiful sentences I’ve ever read, and the whole thing is utterly gorgeous.
naked love (don’t you dress it up) by abovetheruins. 5107 words, rated M. ao3 & tumblr.
Comments and summary: The summary is a bit long for this post, but essentially, Ryan finds out that Shane likes to walk around his apartment naked. Wonderful shenanigans ensure. The fic is truly a delight.
Netflix by YogurtTime. 958 words, rated M. ao3 & tumblr.
"A lot of people liked great movies. None of those people were Shane."
Comments: The prose in this is super unique, and the way they bond over movies is lovely.
oblivion by rocketshiptospace. 2546 words, rated G. ao3.
“So, how long have you and Shane been dating?” Jen asks.
Comments: this is so damn fluffy in the best way possible and features a marvelous cameo from Jen. It’s adorable.
one, two, three by adelaidebabe. 3957 words. ao3. ao3.
Shane's a dancer with a dance competition the next day. Ryan's still a ghost hunter. The theater may or may not be haunted. (It's not.)
Comments: I love dancer!Shane, and we all know that I love meet-cutes, so this is perfect for both of those.
only a week by Hugabug. 663 words, rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
How lucky I am, that I have something that makes saying goodbye oh so very painful.
Comments: this fic is so sweet and cute, dear god. Give me all the fluff.
our hopes and expectations, black holes and revelations by ElasticElla. 3442 words, rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
Live interviewing always carries an inherent risk. A stupid, unnecessary risk if you asked Ryan. May the record show, that it was in fact Shane’s brilliant idea to do a live video q&a.
Comments: I love everything Ella writes, and this is no exception. the kiss towards the end of this fic is amazing and the banter back and forth is so good.
Por Favor, Sweetheart by carrieonfighting. 759 words, rated T. ao3.
Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late.
Comments: I normally don’t like kid!fic very much but good god, this thing is utterly beautiful. It made me bawl.
Shut Me Up by YogurtTime. 6274 words, rated E. ao3.
"You never seem to shut up when I'm touching you." Shane and Ryan play a very very terribly executed rendition of the quiet game.
Comments: This fic is incredibly NSFW and is absolutely amazing. And the ending made me burst out into hysterical laughter.
snowed in. 1424 words, rated E. ao3.
Comments: The ‘being snowed in together’ trope is one of my favorites, and this was actually written for a prompt I left at the kink meme, so I was guaranteed to love it.
the calm before crescendo by abovetheruins. 6731 words, rated M. ao3.
Alternate title: 5 times Shane Madej was flustered by Ryan Bergara, and 1 time he finally did something about it.
Comments: I’m just such a damn sucker for pining Shane. The sequel to this fic (lights and thunder) is also magnificent.
The Denial Twist by beethechange. 35108 words, rated E. ao3.
Or, the one where Shane and Ryan have some really weird dreams and perhaps, eventually, some sex.
Summary: One of my top five favorites in the fandom. The concept is a+, and this fic made me burst out into cackling laughter multiple times. Truly a delight.
The Devil Went Down to Denton by ricky_goldsworth. 27771 words as of the time of this list, still ongoing. rated M. ao3.
A supernatural punk rock story about boys in bands, their immortal souls, and poor decisions made therein.
Comments: I love this fic. It’s got found family, pulp realism, demon Shane and boys in a punk band, and Gray writes Zack so well that I fell in love with him.
the serial killer ryan quartet (series) by ElasticElla. 10,263 words across four fics, rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
Comments: this series is exactly what it says on the tin and it is fantastic, but also extremely intense, so please mind the tags!
thin ice by rocketshiptospace. 1529 words, rated G. ao3.
Or, the boys end up frozen and wet after a disasterous shoot in the woods. Shane helps Ryan get warm again.
Comments: I fucking love huddling for warmth, and this is Perfect.
Things That Go Bump in the Night (and 7 till 12 at weekends) by HoopyFrood. 4558 words, rated G. ao3.
Shane works at a Haunted House. Ryan is Ryan. Things go about as well as you'd imagine.
Comments: if y’all like meet-cute fic, then boy do I have the fic for you. this was one of the first fics I read in the fandom and it is adorable.
tongues on electric sockets by ElasticElla. 1702 words, rated T. ao3 & tumblr.
It’s been not-raining over the dog park for eight weeks now. All of the council members say to ignore it, the unknown will fix it when they deign to.
Comments: sort of a WTNV fusion, this fic is super unique and atmospheric and spooky.
Untitled Tumblr Fic by en-sam-malas. 908 words, rated G (I think), tumblr.
Written for the prompt Shyan and drunken confessions.
Comments: Have I ever mentioned how much I love love confessions? This is fluffy and sweet and I adore it.
Untitled Tumblr Fic by en-sam-malas. 714 words, rated G. tumblr.
Comments: there’s lots of hand-holding and fluff here, and it made me cry from joy.
Untitled Tumblr Fic by theawfuledges. 934 words. tumblr.
Written for the prompt ‘making out in the forest on the bigfoot hunt because too much beer’.
Comments: look, I just love fics that involve making out, and this is genuinely perfect.
Vampire by YogurtTime. 1022 words, rated E, ao3 & tumblr.
"The first time Ryan had kissed him, he’d tasted the murder on Ryan’s tongue."
Comments: I’m a simple person: I love vampire aus, and this is a beautifully gory, perfect one.
waiting here for catastrophe by anarchetypal. 2140 words, rated M. ao3.
“Ryan.” Shane breaks off and sits down again, slides his chair closer to Ryan’s, stares him down. “God, fuck, look at me, okay, I did this. I did this, this is my case, this is mine, everything you’re talking about—”
Comments: another serial killer au, this time with a dash of humor! the dialogue in this is on point, and it’s a really interesting variation on the au!
walking in the wind. 2853 words, rated M. ao3.
In which Shane and Ryan go on a hundred dates and fall in love along the way.
Comments: I love everything about this fic. The concept is A+ and the ending made me cry in the best possible way.
wasted on you by cursingcursive. 1950 words, rated M. ao3.
there's a reason shane loves when ryan wears his clothes.
Comments: look, I just love clothes sharing so goddamn much. I can’t help it.
wear it well by ElasticElla. 2171 words, rated T. ao3.
Summary & comments: this is basically a serial killer au with clothes sharing. Obviously I loved it.
what’s the point of this again? by touchinghearts. 9317 words, rated T. ao3.
When Ryan invites Shane back for a holiday week to meet his family during a big reunion, it doesn’t even occur to Shane that it could be a big deal.
Comments: I love family fics, and oh boy does this deliver. Ryan’s family is such a delight in this, and seeing Shane become part of the family made my heart skip a beat.
YELLOW SQUARE by dejavu. 15915 words, rated M. ao3.
(Or; Ryan and Shane spend four nights in one haunted house—four nights twisting closer to either each other, or insanity)
Comments: this fic is absolutely incredible. the suspense is built up really well, the chemistry is incredible, and the first kiss stopped my heart.
you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow by ElasticElla. 3172 words, rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
Ryan refuses to believe it at first, despite the mounting evidence.
Comments: another vampire Ryan fic and per usual, the banter is spot-on.
Ryan/Shane/Zack
i'd love to hold you close, tonight and always by ElasticElla. 1304 words, rated E. ao3 & tumblr.
Or: sometimes Ryan just really needs to get fucked.
Comment: Ella is a gift. the fact I managed to write a coherent comment about this fic is a miracle, because it fried my brain. it continues to fry my brain when I go back and revisit it.
Ryan/Steven
I Stop Breathing when You Smile by punk_rock_yuppie. 2135 words, rated G. ao3 & tumblr.
Ryan unwittingly falls in love with Steven's smile.
Comments: I am contractually obliged to fall in love with a rarepair in every fandom I join, and here’s one example. This fic is absolutely fluffy and so damn sweet.
Ryan/Zack
building up that anticipa- by ElasticElla. 666 words, rated M. ao3.
“What kinda favor would you like then?” Zack asks, eyes dragging down in a way that makes Ryan wanna toss all his morals out the window.
Comments: the frat boy au of my dreams that managed to wreck me in under 700 words.
Shane/Steven
after the storm (your body feels so warm) by cathect. 1394 words. rated G. ao3.
or, the one where Steven is afraid of thunderstorms.
Comments: I’m in love with this fic and how soft and sweet it is.
#buzzfeed unclean#shyanlibrary#fanfic writers appreciation day#shyan#skeptic believer#mine#mine: masterlist#i was going to make another one of these for worth it but jesus this took forever#so here's this!#this also could have been way longer if i included every one of Ella and Erin's fics#but i had to show a lil bit of restraint
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Always Loved You | Werewolf AU | Shawn Mendes
Summary: On your annual camping trip with friends you end up sharing a tent with Shawn. One thing leads to another and the two of you end up sharing your feelings for each other and how they’ve been building for years. [fluff] [werewolf au] [camping]
Word Count: 4k
| Masterlist in Bio |
It’s that time of year, time for you and your friend’s annual camping trip. Most people go camping in the summer when it’s nice and warm out, but not you guys. Your camping trip is at the beginning of November when all the leaves change and the air gets crisp. It's a tradition, something you have all done since high school because it is everyone’s favorite time of year.
The campsite is a long ways from the parking area and it’s surrounded by dozens of trees. The trek in isn’t an easy one, what with having to carry your tote of supplies and a backpack of clothes and personal belongings. The minute you arrive, you can see Shawn and Geoff are the only two already here. Shawn is the one who came out a day early and set up all the tents for everyone. He is such a sweetheart and he absolutely loves the annual camping trip more than anyone else you would say.
“Hey! Big guy! Help me out over here!” you shout, giggling as you struggle to carry your tote the last few feet. Shawn immediately looks up from the wood he’s stacking in the fire pit and grins. He hurries over and takes the heavy tote with ease. “God, have you gotten bigger since I saw you on Friday?” you laugh, looking him over as he walks in front of you. The puffy dark green vest he is wearing makes his chest look huge.
“I don’t think I’ve gotten bigger.” He drops your tote by a big red tent that is definitely not the one you sent him with to set up on Friday. “Is it possible to grow in a day?”
“I dunno, you tell me.”
Shawn laughs and bites his lip, shrugging as he says, “I dunno, but I’m glad you made it. I know you said you might not be able to.”
“Of course I made it. I couldn’t miss out on this.” You spread your arms out and gesture to the campsite. “This however,” you point at the red tent, “this isn’t my tent, big guy.” You kick the stakes holding it into the ground and look around at the other tents in the circle surrounding the fire pit. There are Geoff and Sam’s that is gray, Brian's which is green, Ian and Matt’s which is blue. Aly and Jane’s is black and your white and blue tent is nowhere to be seen. “Did you forget one?” you chuckle, putting your hands on your hips.
“Ah, no,” Shawn licks his lips and ducks his head. He rubs the back of his neck anxiously. “There is a five tent limit per campsite. I didn’t think you’d want to share with Brian or squeeze in with Jane and Aly so I figured we’d share my tent.”
“Your tent huh?” you ask with raised eyebrows and he flushes. Of course he would shack you up with himself. The two of you have a thing for each other. Always have. It is obvious to anyone with eyes that you should be together, but it just never seemed to be the right time. He had a girlfriend for years, you had a series of boyfriends and neither of you were ever single at the same time. Until now. Of course Shawn knew you had been dumped by your latest flame a few months ago, and of course you knew him and Erin decided that it wasn’t that serious between them and broke it off pretty recently.
Shawn pops the lid on your tote and starts unpacking your sleeping bags, placing them into the open tent door and rolling them out. “I hope you don’t mind,” he smiles up at you and you shake your head, biting your lip.
“Oh get a room you two,” Geoff calls from across the campsite. He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “If you two don’t hook up and get,” he gestures between the two of you, “whatever this is out of your systems, I’m going to be sick.”
You flip him off and he just laughs, going back to what he was doing before.
Shawn stands up and steps close to you. He slides his hands over your shoulders and under the straps of your backpack, sliding it down your back and tossing it into the tent. “I’ll keep you warm. You know how I am, I promise you won’t have to worry about the cold temps forecasted for this weekend.”
“Mmm, I definitely remember how warm you are,” you giggle, sliding your hand into the unzipped part of his vest and feeling that warmth radiate off his skin through his undershirt. “How could I forget after I woke up in bed with you on my birthday.”
“You make it sound so scandalous,” he says, voice low, eyes golden and trained on yours. God, you loved those eyes. They are unlike anyone you have ever met, human and werewolf alike.
His lips look so soft and you could just kiss him right there. You don’t though, not sure if he would be ready for something like that. Also, Geoff is literally feet away. He’d never let you live it down if you started making out. “But isn’t it scandalous? You didn’t even have a shirt on.”
Shawn tucks your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your neck afterward. “Because you puked on it. You know I just carried you to bed. You’re the one who wouldn’t let go of me.”
“But you stayed, even cuddled me until I passed out.”
Shawn grins big and you can see all of his teeth. Those big wolf fangs so prominent and different than your own smaller human fang teeth. You can't help but picture him biting and nipping all over your body. “I had to make sure you weren’t going to puke again, and you were complaining you were cold,” he chuckles. “Plus, how could I say no to you?”
You bring your hands up and lay them on his chest. He looks down and takes them in his own, his large hands dwarfing yours. “I don’t think you’ve ever said no to me.”
“I don’t think I ever will.”
A loud whistle from across the campsite snaps the two of you out of the moment. Looking over, you can see Aly and Jane arriving, bundled up in matching coats. Ian and Matt are close behind them, carrying the girl’s gear on top of their own. They always fell for the girls cooing at them about how they were so much stronger because they were werewolves, that they could carry the stuff far easier than two human girls. Every single time they fell for it. Suckers.
Jane waves at you and says, “Oh don’t mind us. We’ve been betting on you two hooking up for years. Pay up boys!” She turns and rubs her hands together, looking at Matt and Ian. They just roll their eyes and dump their stuff by their tent.
“We’re not hooking up!” you protest and duck your head, looking at Shawn who has his eyebrows raised. You turn away from him and he becomes suddenly engrossed in unpacking your backpack for you.
With everyone showing up and getting unpacked and set up for a weekend of outdoor fun, you decide to go on a walk while Sam and Geoff get some dinner started. Dinner with werewolves was not going to be the standard hot dogs on the fire with some chips on the side. No, it is a far more substantial dinner of steaks and potatoes and vegetables that Sam is really good at cooking in foil packs set into the coals while Geoff grills the steaks on a fold-able grate over the pit.
You decide to head down to the shoreline of a lake just past the campgrounds. The trails in the forest are lovely, truly magical and ablaze with the colors of fall. The leaves behind you rustle and you look back to see Shawn jogging to meet up with you. “Hey you,” you smile and elbow him in the side playfully.
“Hey pumpkin,” he teases, plucking at your burnt orange long sleeve shirt you have on under your vest.
“Oh c’mon!” you laugh and he takes your hand, making you blush.
“I like it. It’s a gorgeous color on you.”
You smile and look down at the leaves as you say, “Thanks honey.”
“Honey?” he purrs, pulling you into a hug and you giggle. “Is that my new nickname? It is because I’m thick and sweet? What happened to big guy?”
“Shawn!” you laugh and he laughs with you, the sound reverating through your chest. “You’ll always be big guy.” You rest your head on his chest. “And honey was just a slip of the tongue!”
Shawn dips his head down and kisses the side of your head. “Sure it is. But I’m still thick and sweet and you know it.” You swat at his chest and he laughs, jumping back to avoid your swatting. He grabs your hand and pulls you toward the lake, the two of you laughing the whole way.
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After dinner you’re all sitting around the fire, talking about how life has been. Shawn brings out a bag of marshmallows and plops down next to you, holding one out for you to take. You wave him off politely.
“So anyway, this asshole swoops in and takes the girl I’d been chatting up all night. I was pissed as hell so I decided to get back at him by hooking up with his sister and showing up at their Halloween party that weekend with her,” Matt laughs.
“You’re an animal,” Jane says, rolling her eyes at his shenanigans.
“Sure am baby,” Matt growls and bares his teeth before blowing her a kiss. Jane pretends to catch it and throw it on the ground, grinding her boot into the dirt for emphasis.
“How about you?” Ian asks, elbowing your side from his seat beside you. “What’ve you been up to this year?”
“Me?” you laugh, looking around at your expectant friends. “I’ve been just working and stuff. The usual. Nothing too amazing has happened.”
Geoff pulls Sam close and she lays her head on his shoulder. “What about that guy you were dating? What is his name, Jake?”
“Oh, uh, we broke up. It wasn’t working out for-”
“He dumped you,” Shawn says suddenly, looking at his marshmallow in the fire. “Stupid piece of shit.”
You flush and keep talking. “It wasn’t working out for us. He was too busy with his own life to make time for me in the end. But I’m doing fine, I’m happier single right now.” Ian pats your back and you let out a sad little chuckle. “Other than that, I’ve had a good year. I got a promotion at work.”
Everyone lets out a murmur of congrats and Brian breaks up the following awkward silence by suggesting they all talk about the most recent Star Wars movies because everyone is a fan and it always leads to some wild conversations when it is brought up. Ten minutes later everyone is engrossed in debates over Han Solo’s death and Rey’s upcoming story line.
You sit back and watch Matt and Jane scream at each other over a potential return of Boba Fett and Shawn pulls his sixth marshmallow from the fire and pulls it off the stick. You watch him curiously, in awe of how he could ingest that much pure sugar and not be dead. He pulls it from his stick and catches your eye. He holds it out to you and you lean over for him to put the sticky burnt mess into your mouth.
“Oh no,” he laughs and you can see white sticky marshmallow all over his fingers as he moves his hand away. Your lips are covered in it too and you chew the sugary mess while giggling at him because he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his sticky fingers.
“C’mere big guy,” you laugh, taking his hand and licking his fingers. It shocks him silent. You lick and suck the sweetness off quickly and he just stares in awe. Luckily no one is paying the two of you any mind. “Can I have another one?” you ask sweetly, licking your lip and looking at the bag of marshmallows in his lap.
Shawn fumbles with the bag and gets another one speared on his roasting stick. “You can have anything you want,” he laughs and puts it over the flames.
You scoot closer and lean your head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around you and rubs your side. “Do you think we’d make a good couple?” you ask quietly and Shawn looks down at you. “I mean, I know our friends think we would. But maybe all these years we’ve never gotten together because it just isn’t meant to be.”
Shawn kisses the top of your head and offers you to the toasted marshmallow still on the stick. “I think the timing has just been off. I don’t think we are not meant to be.”
“You’re sweet,” you mumble over a mouth of marshmallow goodness. “Why were you so mad about Jake earlier?”
“Because guys like him don’t deserve girls like you. They’re unappreciative jerks.”
“Girls like me?” you giggle and Shawn takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he licks off a little of the marshmallow on your fingertips.
“Perfect girls. Sweet girls. Girls who deserve the world over.”
A blush heats your cheeks and you bury your face into his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything else, just keeps your hand in his and the two of you watch the fire as it burns down and your friends move on to other topics.
You and Shawn head to bed, crawling into your respective sleeping bags and bidding each other good night. You were the last to go to bed and Shawn took care of extinguishing the fire while you changed into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt to sleep in. Shawn came in a while after you changed and got on his own warm pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt. It isn’t too cold, just a bit chilly as you drift off to sleep.
In the middle of the night you wake up and you’re freezing. Clearly the temperature had dropped in the night and suddenly your sleeping bag is not enough to keep you warm. On top of that, you can hear growling outside your tent and it puts you on edge. Quickly, you roll over and pat what you hope is Shawn’s chest thru his sleeping bag. It’s then you realize the growling is coming not from outside the tent, but from inside. It’s Shawn. He is snoring, no, growling, well it’s both and it is kind of the cutest thing now that you know you aren’t in danger.
Shawn stirs in his sleep and you pat him again. “Wha’ wha’s up?” he groans.
“You’re snore-growling,” you giggle. He shifts around and you can’t see what he’s doing but it sounds like he’s getting closer to you. Soon, his weight is against your side and he is unzipping his sleeping bag. “What’re you doin’ Shawn?”
“You’re cold,” he mumbles, fingers finding your sleeping bag zipper in the dark. He unzips it and you protest the cold air that washes over you. “Shh,” he whispers and then your bag is zipped to his bag and he’s scooting over, wrapping his arm around you and tucking your small frame into his chest like a teddy bear.
“How did you know?” you ask, rubbing your hand up and down his warm arm.
“Could hear you shivering,” he says into your neck and you feel your heart jump into your throat. The closeness is nothing new, you’ve cuddled Shawn before, but it still feels different. Feels more intimate, more loving than ever before. Maybe it's just you. Maybe it is because you crave closeness after your break up.
In minutes Shawn is asleep again. He holds you tight, arm around you and legs tangled up with yours. You try to sleep, nearly get there too, but he starts to growl. It’s soft, innocent little bursts of rumbles that bubble up in his chest. It’s like a snore but much more guttural. It’s not bad, you can deal with it and actually you find that you kind of love it.
It’s when he says your name that your eyes fly open and you stare into the dark tent. Had you heard that for real? Is he seriously dreaming about you? He says it again, this time accompanied by his hand gripping your shirt and pulling you impossibly closer. This goes on for a while, soft growls turning into long rumbling snores followed by your name. After a while you fall asleep and he nestles his face into your hair, quieting down.
Morning comes too quickly. The first trace of dawn lighting up the tent ever so slowly. You’re still in Shawn’s grasp, not having moved throughout the whole night. You rub over his arm, threading your fingers through his and lifting it off of you. You turn over, facing him now and his feet find yours, tangling together as he registers you’re not as close as he’d like. He reaches out, grabbing for you until he gets his arm over your side and pulls you against him once more.
Shawn is beautiful like this. Messy hair, limp curls all over the place, one laying on his forehead making a little S shape. His mouth is open a bit, breath ghosting over your chin and you can see his fangs. You reach up and brush the curl off his forehead and he sniffs, knitting his eyebrows together before saying, “Mmm I love you.”
Your heart stops. Surely he couldn’t mean it. He isn’t even awake. He must be dreaming about someone. “Shawn, it’s morning, wake up,” you whisper softly and he tightens his grip on you, arm coming up and holding your head against his chest.
“I love you,” he says again but this time it’s far more awake sounding. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”
“Shawn,” you try to pull back but he holds you firmly against him.
He yawns big, before burying his face in your hair. “I don’t expect you to say it back. I just thought you should know.”
You wrap your arm around his back and grip his shirt, pressing your face into his shoulder. It isn’t like you don’t love him back. You’ve loved him for years. You just never thought he would ever feel the same, and now here he is, saying it first when you were sure you’d be the one to fuck up and say it someday. A little sob finds its way to your throat and you let it out, trembling against him. He rubs your back and shushes you softly, lips against the top of your head.
“Why are you crying, honey?” he purrs softly and you shake your head into his shirt. “It’s okay, you can tell me. Is it because of what I said?”
“No, well sort of,” you mumble. “I never thought you’d say it. I thought I’d fuck up and say it first.”
Shawn chuckles and you love the way it feels through your body. Like warmth coursing through you. “Say it first? You love me back?” he asks and you nod. “Say it, say you love me.”
“I love you,” you mumble, rubbing your nose against his shirt. “I’ve loved you for a long time.” Shawn releases your hair from his hand and moves back to look at you. You wipe your face and push your hair off your face where it’s stuck with tears. Sniffing loudly, you look down, avoiding looking at him.
Shawn tilts your chin up. “Look at me,” he says softly, “Please?” You look up and he smiles at you. “You’re so beautiful. Did you know that?”
You laugh a little and try to look away but he won’t let you. “Not like this. I’m a mess.”
“Still beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. “I’m glad we shared a tent, and I’m glad you were able to make it this weekend.” He kisses you again and this time your hand goes to his face, palm on his warm cheek.
“Was there really a rule about five tents?” you ask as he pulls away for a breath.
His cheeks go scarlet red and he swallows hard. “No, I made that up. I just really wanted you in my tent.”
You laugh and lean in to kiss him again. His lips are soft and you’re sure you could spend hours kissing him. You lick into his mouth lazily, tongue exploring those fangs of his. He tastes like marshmallows and sleep, a strange but addicting combination. A slap against your tent door startles the two of you apart. It’s Geoff, announcing that he is making breakfast and if the two of you were done sleeping or “whatever the hell you’re up to” you are invited to eat.
Shawn threads his fingers with yours and kisses your knuckles softly. “I’m starving, come eat with me?” he asks, gnawing on your knuckles playfully and you nod. “Good, but first I need a snack,” he grins, pulling you on top of him, biting at your neck playfully. You squeal with laughter and you know the whole camp can hear you, but you don’t care. You are finally happy and loved by the person who you have always wanted.
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Top 10 fave Fanfics of All Time
I got (un)officially tagged by @badwolfgirl01 who apparently wants to know where my interest lies. Oops.
Let’s start with one of my old favorites, yeah?
daddy's gonna buy you a looking glass and a wish to assimilate the world by Fahye can't really be read separately, if you ask my opinion. The first (and currently only) parts of Looking Glass, they're Ouran High School Host Club fanfictions shipping the best Fivesome with a side of Honey/Mori. I suppose you can call the fics a little dated (2007 and 2010 on Ao3 respectively) but they still read super shiny to me. It’s a really good fic of a multi-person relationship.
Back in 2014, AvocadoLove started, and finished, Every Villain Is a Hero (in his own mind) - where Iron Man is a villain in New York, who habitually comes to blows with Captain America. Only, alas, during the Issue of the Week and a team up between the two, Iron Man doesn’t make it home. Incidentally, Steve and Tony were married... but didn’t know about one another’s secret identities. And I am a sucker for pre-established relationships and identity reveal.
After suffering through Resident Evil 6, I ended up very, very attached to Sherry and Jake. The friendship and maybe more that they had. (I also grew pretty attached to Piers and anyone who knows the game knows how well that ended for me.) So I needed to go find magical fics that elaborated on this relationship. And I found Only By You, wherein onthewayside gives us Sherry/Jake and copious amounts of flowers.
Past the Point of Safe Return by Jedi Buttercup is short, but worth the read if you’re into Alien vs Predator things. You don’t find a whole lot of fics about Lex (though once upon a time I did see a Lex and Scar cosplayer duo, and the Lex cosplayer confessed my mother and I were the only ones who’d recognized her) and you find even less about the Survivors as a collective. It’s nice to see it touched on, and this particular fic has lingered with me for.. years.
So we had flowers earlier-- you want dancing now? Let’s go over here to O Brightening Glance by Emamel. Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin, extrapolating on local culture and characters. I am an absolute sucker, this is me. I love little fics like this, things that aren’t grand epics but are important all the same. The world building that goes into tiny details is so.. precious.
And speaking of precious, let’s take a momentary sidetrip away from Ao3 to date myself on Alydia Rackham’s FF.net with What the Room Requires. Alydia writes some of the best fics, and the best books, that I have ever seen-- and this fic is what brought me to her. A confrontation between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy leaves the latter fleeing for safe harbor-- and Hermione chases him all the way to the Room of Requirement. Friendship and romance ensues.
AWOL, an NCIS and Hetalia crossover, is a little under 2.5k words from Lisse, wherein America goes missing and Canada goes to Gibbs for help, because where else do you go when a Marine goes missing? Nowhere. This fic also contains one very interesting database error and a great deal of wait, what? from the NCIS crew... and the readers. Trust me. It’s worth it.
From Far and Wide is another Hetalia fic that sits really nice with me (I swear, I have not actually watched all of Hetalia, and I have learned more about the show from osmosis via fic than I care to admit.) This one is written by Eerps captures a number of times that, although Canada is chiefly invisible, the other Countries have not in fact forgotten him. #6 is still my favorite.
Who Watches the Watchmen Themselves? by appending_fic is not, in fact, a single story, but a partnership: Heroes and Guardians and The Guardians in the Shadows. Ever wanted to read a fic about the Justice League not-interact with the Guardians? Here you are: have two.
Bridges is a series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Stargate: SG1 by Tassos, wherein Jack O’Neill gets a phone call and a child in the span of about thirty seconds. About six months later, Xander gets a decent father. Life is good. I love this universe.
(Honorable mention to everything Vathara has ever written in her life. You can’t pick just one of her fics over the other. It’s too hard.)
(Honorable mention also to @badwolfgirl01‘s i would have followed you Lord of the Rings fic for making me cry, but that goes beyond my 10 fic limit, so.)
I was also going to rec this old HP fic I read once upon a time ago but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I’ve gone through three computers since then and it turns out it’s not in my old favorites for FF.net... or at least the FF.net I actually remember having things in. I feel like I had one before my current one but I... honestly don’t remember what it was?
If anybody could help me find it, that’d be great.
The plot was basically that Harry was actually (secretly) Snape’s son. Due to the war at the time, and having made peace with Lily and James, they offered to do a spell/ritual with Snape so that if he died in battle there would be an heir to carry on his bloodline. He ended up-- nearly dead, close enough for the spell to take, and then about a year later he came back to visit. Lily and James decided against telling him that the spell had been successful and instead used a.. form of blood magic to... kind of transfuse Harry into being James’ son, biologically, until the spell began to wear off in his teenage years. Bloodletting caused the spell to degrade faster (as evidenced in fic when Harry split open his head trying to knock himself out so he didn’t have to talk to Hermione.)
I recall one scene where he’s talk to Fred and George, dressed in dragonhide boots, and quizzing them on Wizard Fashion and Customs. There was.. also a study of Dark magic, and in the second to last chapter, after Snape has been kidnapped, Harry and Draco decide to go rescue him-- but Harry refuses to take Draco along unless he swears (loyalty? obedience?) to him, to which Draco readily agrees. Dumbledore and company had a minor freakout when the rescue turned out to be successful and only relaxed a little when Harry explained that the ritual was due to run out at sunrise.
...I don’t think there was shipping but there was an excellent discussion about how close Slytherin and Gryffindor character traits really were. There was a Halloween dance party where Harry decided to dress in clubbing gear and confused the faculty because “You go hunting in that?!”
(There was another fic where his father was Voldemort that I was reading about that timeperiod but it wasn’t nearly as good.)
Ideas? I’m certain it was on FF.net.
#fandoms#fic rec#memes#harry potter#ncis#hetalia#buffy the vampire slayer#stargate: sg1#justice league#rise of the guardians#attack on titan#aliens#predator#aliens vs predator#avengers#ouran high school host club#resident evil#lord of the rings
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I Wish I Cared Less
Chapter 9: Next Stop Marriage?
Attempt #9- Propose to her
I don't wanna change
I don't know how
Make the same mistakes
Freak myself out
'Cause I can't be tamed
-Mad Visions (Royal Blood)
His timing really could’ve been better, what was he thinking? Oh that’s right, he wasn’t. Months of planning gone to waste, from finding the perfect ring and setting up the perfect setting to the perfect moment. He chooses now to blurt it out, he didn’t even get to go through the speech he’s been rehearsing in his head. This couldn’t get worse.
“You’re not serious…”
“Well…”
“No, I can’t do this right now. Where’s the key? I need a minute.”
It just got worse. He can see the panic in her eyes though she’s trying to hide it. Honestly, what was he thinking? Who proposes in the middle of experimenting with bondage? No one. Except for him apparently. This is not going to go well.
He doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or not that she didn’t immediately bolt for the door after he releases her. He can see the gears in her head turning, after what feels like an eternity, she finally raises her head to meet his gaze.
“No.”
“Shiho…”
“I’m not the marriage type Kudo, if there’s a ring…”
“Of course there’s a ring, it’s in…”
“Return it. I don’t want any part of this. We’ve talked about this before, if your end goal is to be married again then it’s better if we break things off now.”
“I just want to be with you. Why are you so against it?”
“It’s not that I’m against it… it’s just… unnecessary. You can think I’m being cynical, but I’ve seen too many relationships fall apart. Marriage isn’t a guarantee couples will be together forever. No one needs another person to live.”
“You’re right, but it’s easier when you have someone by your side.”
“I’m not running away if that’s what you’re worried about. I like you a lot Shinichi, but marriage is a deal breaker.”
If he’s being completely honest, he doesn’t know exactly why he’s so adamant on marrying her. Obviously his first marriage didn’t work out well, not to mention the numerous cases he’s had to deal with regarding sour divorces. There’s been a lot of murders by former spouses, it’s always the one closest to you. Just about everything in the universe is telling him to give it a rest, he’s not meant for the husband life, but call him traditional. He just really wants to marry her okay. Imagine waking up next to her everyday and knowing she’s his wife, getting to call her Mrs. Kudo and letting her know she’s his. He’s had too many dreams about this already, it even haunts him in his subconscious.
“I really can’t convince you…”
“No.”
Running his fingers down her body as she lays in his arm, they’re not big on cuddling but every now and then it happens. Normally it would be after a long night, but given his impromptu proposal they’re a little off course. She’s very clearly trying to get him back on track, but he wants to know why and she can’t give him an answer he can accept.
“Why?”
“I thought we were past this.”
“Is there anything that could change your mind.”
“Not likely.”
“But there’s still a chance.”
“What there is a chance of, Kudo Shinichi, is that if you continue with this nonsense. I won’t hesitate to leave you.”
“Even though you love me.”
“That… nice try. I haven’t said it yet.”
“Yet, so you will.”
“You know I could easily go and find someone else without having to deal with all of this.”
“You would miss me too much.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“That makes two of us.”
She laughs, feeling him inside of her, he usually likes to give her warning but not this time. He’s been warming her up the entire time they’ve been pressed together. She kisses him then, this is only the beginning.
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One whole year, they’ve been official for three hundred sixty five days and counting. They didn’t make a big deal out of their first anniversary, she lucked out since he got caught in a major case that demanded all of his attention. It isn’t until after midnight that he realized what day it was. Waking her up from her sleep, he apologized and promised to make it up to her, she was only annoyed at the fact he disrupted her rest. She knows her reaction threw him off, her nonchalant attitude, giving an air of indifference. It’s not that she doesn’t care, she does, especially when he could be the real deal. It’s just a little too good to be true. She’s held this belief since the beginning of their affair, and nothing’s changed her mind. She’s still waiting for things to inevitably fall apart, and while she’s still cautious, she’s been going against her better judgment. Moving in together, introducing him to her collages, meeting his family and friends, to the biggest risk: taking him to visit her sister’s grave. That was a really big step, she’s always gone by herself. Not even with Shuichi, but somehow she agreed when he asked. He let her have her space, not expecting her to even mention him. She wasn’t expecting it either, yet the introduction comes tumbling out. He rolls with it, telling Akemi not to worry. He’ll take good care of her little sister. Thinking back to that day warms her heart, she nearly spoke those forbidden three words to him that day.
“If we want to make our reservations, we should leave now. You okay?”
“Yeah, fine. Just thinking about some things.”
“What could be more important than our anniversary?”
“You really didn’t have to make a big deal out of it.”
“You say this now, but you might change your mind once we reach bigger milestones.”
“If we make it that long, I still won’t care.”
“We will. You really don’t care at all?”
She feels a little guilty hearing the hurt in his voice, but she’s already accepted the fact that he will always put his work above their relationship. She does the same thing, it’s just how they are. There is no point in trying to change what’s been hardwired into their brain from the beginning. Besides, what does it matter? It’s just numbers, she would rather enjoy the time they have together than stress over dates on a calendar.
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It’s frustrating to say the least, Shinichi sometimes gets the feeling that Shiho doesn’t love him to the same degree he cares for her. Her nonchalant attitude about their whole relationship bothers him immensely. She never whines or gets upset if he has to cancel plans last minute, she just goes with it. Which granted is a fairly regular occurrence, try as he might to keep their date a priority, he has a bad habit of losing track of time and getting too immersed in solving the mystery. It’s why he’s made to be a detective. In this regard it makes Shiho the perfect partner to have, the complete opposite of Ran. He used to wish his ex would care less and invest more in herself, but now that he has a taste, he admits missing someone who needs him. They’re better together, but he knows she would be fine without him, he’s the one that would suffer.
“Are you up for trying the handcuffs again?”
“Some days I swear you’re only using me for sex.”
“Why do you think I keep you around? I’m kidding, don’t look so sad. I do actually like you a lot, Shinichi.”
“You can’t blame me for having doubts.”
“If I had it my way, I’d lock you away in our bedroom and keep you all to myself. I don’t like sharing.”
“You’ll never have to worry about that.”
“Good, now let me take care of you.”
It’s not like her to be possessive, he’s only caught a hint of jealousy in her eyes a couple of times. He always shuts it down immediately, afraid she’ll decide he isn’t worth it, but he admits liking the extra attention she subconsciously gives him. He doesn’t think she notices when her touch lingers after a too close for comfort encounter with his fan girls, but she definitely gets a little more protective when it happens. He’s not sure exactly what triggered this act of aggression, but he’s not complaining.
“Fuck.”
“Did I give you permission to speak? Maybe I should just leave you here by yourself.”
“No, wait! I’ll keep quiet.”
“We’ll see about that.”
!!!
A reverse of what was supposed to transpire a couple days ago if he didn’t ruin it all. Both hands are handcuffed to the headboard, he’s at her mercy here. Her touch is soothing as she riles him up, staying away from his more sensitive parts. He’s never been a great rule follower, bending them as he chooses to suit his needs. She knows this, and intends to torture him just a tiny bit before she gives him what he wants.
He doesn’t have trouble keeping his mouth shut as she slowly works her way down the length of his body. Feeling the warmth of her breath over his hardening cock does make it more difficult. Even more so when she leans to kiss it. Trailing her lips further down until she reaches the tip, teasing him with a slow sensual lick. He bites down on his lip. Taking in just the head, gently sucking, her tongue tasting the precum leaking out. She moves in a swirling motion, slowly taking him deeper. Inch by inch until he hits the back of her throat, he struggles to suppress his moans. He can’t even grip on anything except for empty air when his hands are cuffed. She pulls away completely when he raises his hips, he knows better than to complain so he stays quiet waiting for her to call the shots.
She straddles him, purposefully brushing her dripping cunt across his fully hardened dick. She gets almost as much pleasure as he does when she pleases him. She’s so close, if he could just adjust the angle he could slip inside with ease. She’s tempting him, it’s a test and he just might risk failing.
“How much do you want me?”
“So much.”
She leans down to kiss him, humming against his lips. Her chest pressed against his, hand caressing his cheek. All too suddenly, she pulls away, he tries to chase her but he’s stuck in place. She leans back brushing against him, a mischievous smile on her face. He wants to ruin her, but he can’t and she knows it. She can see the frustration in his eyes, she gets off on it.
“Give me one reason why I should let you fuck me.”
“You want it too.”
“Hm. Do I now?”
She’s perched over him, easy access to what they both want, he takes the opportunity. She’s not surprised when she feels a part of him slip inside, closing her eyes she purrs then slides down pushing him all the way in. He struggles against his cuffs, wanting nothing more than to get things moving along but for once she isn’t keen to participate.
“Someone’s being naughty, no wonder I have to keep you restrained.”
Leaning forward, trailing her lips up the slope of his neck, darting her tongue out she licks his earlobe. Her whisper sends a shiver up his spine, he has no choice but to obey.
“Be a good boy and stay still.”
Placing her hands over his shoulder, she begins to ride him, keeping her face buried in his neck he can hear her pants. The instinct to thrust into her is too hard to fight, chasing her warmth he pushes forward. Squeezing her thighs over his hips, she forces him to stop his movements. She’s close, he knows it, knows he can get her there but she keeps holding back.
“You’re not a very good prisoner.”
“I prefer to have you tied up.”
“You can’t always get what you want Shinichi.”
“Even if all I want is you?”
“Especially if it’s me.”
She gets up, their combined juices sticking together, not ready to be apart. Again those persky cuffs are in the way, he groans frustrated with the way things are going. He recalls a similar situation before, back then he let her have complete control just so she would give him a chance. Now that they’re official and he’s had more than a taste, he wants more. He needs more.
A click and a twist, his left hand is released. Before she can even give him an option, he’s already made his decision. The key drops somewhere on the floor, he could care less. Pinning her down, he parts her legs, pushing inside of her in one fluid motion. His free hand grips her hip prompting her to spread herself open for him. Pulling out, he rocks into her with a steady pace, she wants him to go faster. He obliges.
The metal biting into his wrist disappears into the back of his mind, all he can focus on is how good this feels. The way she responds to him is something he will never get tired of. Her flushed face, nails digging into his back, her melodic voice singing his name when he reaches in between to press on her clit. Her walls spasm around him, it only takes him a few more thrusts before he follows.
She’s all smiles as they both come down from their high. Cupping his cheek to pull him down for a soft gentle kiss. Hearing the metal clank against the headboard is what finally breaks them apart. Tangled together, they separate as rationality sets in. She should probably let him out of the handcuffs.
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The aftercare is mostly her fretting over him, while not unusual, it is a first after sex. He may have gotten a little too carried away, wincing as she applies disinfectant over the cuts left from the cuffs digging into his skin.
“I underestimated your self restraint. I was going to give you a choice to free yourself or maybe switch positions.”
“I couldn’t think clearly.”
“Obviously, but I still enjoyed it. I would’ve liked keeping you under duress a little longer though.”
“You love to see me suffer.”
“Perhaps, what happened to the guy who would let me do whatever I want?”
“I still let you get away with a lot.”
“True, I guess I’m just surprised.”
“At?”
“I kinda expected our sex life to dip, but I feel like you want me more than you did before.”
“I do.”
“That’s not normal, is it? I mean it’s not a bad thing but… I’m not used to this.”
“I can’t explain it either. I’ve never felt this way before.”
She doesn’t know what to make of this, all signs are pointing to Shinichi being the one. Yet she still can’t get herself to fully commit. She’s taken some really big steps already. She’s never moved in with a boyfriend before, it took months of convincing for her to finally take the leap. They didn’t have any problems, everything felt so natural. To be fair, they are used to sharing space, she would sleep over or he would all the time. Still she expected an argument about some trivial matter, but nothing. They were simply too busy with their jobs to get annoyed at each other. It’s almost a relief when they get some down time to spend together.
They’re not doing anything special, a rare day off for the both of them. Usually it means date night, but they mutually decided to stay in and take it easy. Work has been stressful, with deadlines approaching for her and a tough case he only recently made a breakthrough in.
Now they sit on the couch, well he’s more laying in her lap, watching a random movie they’re really not paying any attention to. She’s idly running her hand through his hair, looking down at him she notes his tired eyes. He hasn’t been sleeping well, if at all, spending all his time at the station. Not once did she complain, she’d be a hypocrite given all the overtime she’s put in at the lab.
He looks up at her with a smile on his face, he’s making her soft, taking her hand he holds it against his cheek. She smiles when he places a kiss over her knuckles. It’s in this moment that she realizes she really loves him. All the other times she was able to brush it off with an excuse of her thinking too much. She has nothing to blame this time around, they’re not doing anything, yet the once unfamiliar feeling of being in love erupts within her heart. She feels warm, she feels happy, and it’s all because of him. The thought should terrify her, but it doesn’t, far from it. The anxiety only starts to build when she begins to think of the future. She should tell him, right? Then what? He convinces her to get married then they have kids and live happily ever after? Try as she might, she still cannot imagine her life going that way. Even if she can admit now that she does love him. Something about marriage just doesn’t sit right with her, never mind creating a family together. That’s too much.
“Shiho, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
He’s sitting up now, giving her his full attention, still holding onto her hand. What did she do to deserve him? She’s going to ruin it, she knows it. Better to end it now than drag it on.
“No.”
“What?”
“I know that look and I know what you’re thinking. I’m not letting you run away. You said you were done with that.”
“Yeah… you’re right. No more running away.”
He’s not afraid to call her out when she inevitably starts overthinking. Quieting her fears, she reminds herself that this is real. They’re in an actual relationship and it’s going great. This is okay, they’re okay. They’re doing good. No more self sabotage. This is what they both want, they love each other and that should be enough. It’s more than enough.
Also available on ao3 <3
#shinshi#coai#honey i’m a sucker when you linger series#i wish i cared less aka cynful verse part two#it took me three months to post an update Omm
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I Wish I Cared Less
Chapter 10: Surprise
Attempt #10- Bring her favorite treats
In my reflection, I see signs of psychosis
I try to pay them no attention
Can't keep them under the surface
If I could, then I would
-Trouble’s Coming (Royal Blood)
She’s sobbing in the middle of their living room. She couldn’t even make it to the couch, just slumped against the wall sinking into the carpet below. Pull it together Shiho. Stop crying. Why are you even crying?
Oh yes, because she stopped drinking coffee out of the blue. It’s more than that of course. She decided to treat herself and order her favorite blueberry cheesecake from her favorite pastry shop. Unfortunately due to what she assumes is all the stress from work, it leads to this: Shiho sobbing uncontrollably on the floor by herself because she forgot that they’re closed on fridays. Normally it wouldn’t faze her, she’ll just have to get it tomorrow, but right now her brain is telling her the world is ending. Hence her outburst. She’s just lucky Shinichi is working late tonight. Or at least he said he wouldn’t make it home on time. Evidently he’s a liar and now she’s crying even more.
He is in full on panic mode when he sees his girlfriend bawling her eyes out, in the middle of the floor of their living room when he opens the front door. What happened? Shiho never cries. He’s only seen her cry one time and it was at her sister’s grave. Even then, they were silent tears, nothing like how she is right now. Weeping and sniffling when she sees she’s been found out, she cries even harder when he rushes to her side to pull her into his arms.
“Shiho, what’s wrong?”
“I… go away… I don’t… I don’t want you to see me like this… I just… I can’t believe this…”
She’s still mostly coherent, just taking longer to get the words out as she sobs in between her sentences. He still doesn’t know what’s going on.
“Baby, you’re going to have to give me more details… I don’t really know what you’re trying to say.”
“It’s so stupid… I don’t know why… I just feel so sad… but I don’t even have my cheesecake…”
Okay so he still doesn’t fully understand what’s going on, but at least he knows this is because she didn’t get her favorite blueberry cheesecake. This is still extremely out of character for her. Something must have happened at work to make her break down like this. At least he hopes it’s work and not something he did. If he’s the cause of it then there’s only one thing to do.
“Hey, it’s okay. I could make you a cheesecake.”
“But… but you don’t know how…”
“Well actually… I had my mom teach me when you went on your conference trip.”
“Your mom… her cheesecake is even better than Suzuya’s… But… we don’t have any cream cheese…”
“That’s an easy fix. I’ll go to the store right now and grab some. Just give me a couple hours and I’ll make sure you have your cheesecake okay? In the meantime you can decide what you want to eat for dinner and we can have it delivered. I can make coffee too before I leave.”
“No! No coffee!”
“… oh, okay?”
“It’s fine, I’ll make some tea. We still have the flower tea your parents brought back from Hawaii.”
“Okay, you go do that. I’ll be right back. Love you.”
He gives her another squeeze then kisses the top of her head. He stands first then helps her up to her feet. He expects her to let go, but she curls herself into him leaning on him for support. She closes her eyes with her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist. He closes his arms to envelop her body. This is nice. A complete switch from just a few minutes ago.
“Hurry home.”
She leans up to kiss him. He’s a little concerned at how quickly her emotions are changing, but at least she stopped crying.
——
A few hours later they’re eating cheesecake together on the couch. She’s in a fantastic mood now and wanting to cuddle. She’s not usually one for physical affection like this, unless they’re having sex, but today she wants to be close to him.
“Better?”
“Much. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You scared me a little though, do you want to talk about it?”
“Maybe in a bit. Are the chocolate covered strawberries ready?”
“They should be set now. I’ll go grab them.”
“Bring the marshmallows too!”
“Anything for my sweet.”
“Ew, gross.”
“You love it, though I am surprised you wanted me to pick up marshmallows. That and cottage cheese. You’re not big on sweets or cheese.”
“True, but it just sounded good. Did you get…”
“Mint chip ice cream? Yes, but you’re finishing that one by yourself. I can’t believe you like that stuff.”
“I actually hate it.”
“What? Then why did you tell me to buy it?”
“I don’t know, I just got a craving for it. You know what, I think I’m going to eat some now.”
She really should be sick from all the sweets she’s been eating. She’s going to get fat. Maybe she should start working out. The thought makes her sad, she can feel the tears coming again. What the hell is wrong with her? She hates this, hates that she feels like she’s out of control. Add the fact that she’s been forgetting simple things too, it’s driving her crazy. Speaking of… did she remember to eat her birth control pill today? Checking her phone, she sees that the alarm is already turned off. She must have, right? Wait… she finished them already. She recently switched prescriptions, did she start the new pills? Oh no… when’s the last time she had her period? Last month, right? What day is today…
“Shiho? You alright in there?”
“Yeah, totally fine.”
“Maybe we should pick all the snacks away. I don’t want you to get sick.”
She opens the bathroom door stepping out to find him right outside. The sight of him makes her smile, she’s never been happier and he’s the reason for it. Feeling clingy, she leans against his shoulder knowing he’ll pull her in to hold her, she asks him to carry her back to the living room. He does so without any complaints.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Shiho?”
“I’m good. The nausea passed. I think you’re right. I had way too much marshmallows and ice cream.”
“I can’t believe you ate them together.”
“It’s not bad, you should try it.”
“I’ll pass.”
“Am I heavy?”
Funny that she asks after he sets her down on their couch. He gives her an are you serious look. She shrugs.
“You don’t eat enough, so no, you’re not heavy at all. I wasn’t exactly straining myself carrying you two feet over here.”
“So you’re trying to make me fat by giving me all those treats!”
“What? No? You asked for those things.”
“And since when are you the type to give me anything I ask for?”
“Since the beginning? Are you sugar high right now? Or did something get slipped in your ice cream?”
“Obviously I wouldn’t drug myself, so that means you’re responsible Tantei-san.”
“Yes, yes, I’m responsible for you.”
He leans in to kiss her, playing along with her ridiculous logic. It’s all in good fun, he can tell she’s not serious from her tone. She just likes messing with him.
“Shinichi.”
“Yes Shiho?”
“I think…”
“Yes?”
“I’m in love with you.”
He picks her up pulling her into his lap, she squeaks in surprise but it quickly turns to giggles as she notes his reaction. He’s in disbelief wondering if this is a dream, he’s been waiting so long for her to finally say those words. Her arms wind up around his neck as she studies his features. She smiles, yes it’s true, she loves him. So she says it again.
“Kudo Shinichi, I love you.”
“I love you too Miyano Shiho, so so much.”
His elated expression sends her heart soaring. This must be what he’s been feeling all this time. Overjoyed at the fact that he gets to see the person he loves most be happy, now she gets it.
“Prove your love to me, Shinichi.”
He does, not that she ever doubted, but this is one for the record books. She can now confirm sex is definitely better when you’re in love with the person.
——
A week passes and she seems to be back to normal, it must have been a fluke. He’s relieved, it means she’s not upset with him, she loves him. He smiles thinking back to the way she confessed, it comes out effortlessly. Simple, yet miles better than when he first told her those three words. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, his love threatening to burst at any moment. For her, she says it matter of factly. It’s the truth, why would she be afraid? He reminds her that he made it easy for her since he was the one with everything to lose, all she had to do is reciprocate his feelings. It doesn’t come naturally for her, he knows this, which is why he never pressured her. Besides he knows she loves him, but damn does it feel good to finally hear her admit it out loud.
“Shinichi, let go of me.”
“You know what I want.”
“You’re so annoying. Seriously let go.”
“I swear you love those chocolate covered strawberries more than me.”
“You’re probably right.”
“That’s it, I’m throwing them away.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
“You’re the most jealous human being I’ve ever met, Kudo Shinichi.”
“Well if you would just reassure me, then maybe I wouldn’t be so jealous.”
“That’s such a lie. No amount of ‘I love yous’ can cure your jealousy.”
“From the right person…”
“You know a coerced confession isn’t genuine nor does it count right?”
“Fine, leave me and go to your precious strawberries.”
He finally releases his hold on her, flopping back on the couch in a dramatic manner. He pretends to be upset with her, okay maybe he is a little tiffed that she refuses to tell him she loves him all the time. She thinks it’s too excessive and it makes it lose its meaning. Normally he would agree, but with her, he can’t help wanting to hear it more. It took nearly two years for her to finally say it back, so sue him if he’s being extra needy.
He opens his eyes when he feels her push a strawberry on his lips. Though he’s still not sure why she’s been on a strawberry kick lately, they are really sweet, he opens his mouth allowing her to feed him. Chewing the fruit as its juices coat his tongue, he feels his hunger awaken. This simply isn’t enough to satisfy him.
From the way her eyes darken, he knows they’re on the same page. She pulls him along to the kitchen, it seems she already has some ideas of her own. On the counter sits a bowl of chocolate sauce, destemmed strawberries, whipped cream, and vanilla ice cream.
“I was thinking… these would taste much better off you, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I was planning on eating you out.”
“Mmm… I like the sound of that too.”
!!!
The cool countertop on her bare skin, combined with the warmth of the chocolate he’s painting in between her breasts down towards her belly has her closing her eyes in anticipation. He doesn’t make her wait too long when she feels his tongue taste the trail he’s left on her body. He’s never been a fan of sweets, but he loves the way she tastes and the way she shivers under his tongue dragging along her torso.
They’re pressed together, his arousal growing as she asks for a taste. Taking the melting ice cream, she used a spoon to spread it upon his chest, swirling the cool metal against his hardening nipple. She teases him, blowing upon his skin before she places her warm mouth over to swallow the sweet vanilla liquid in one gulp. Licking the stray drop, she lingers to leave a love bite on his left pec.
He feeds her a strawberry, watching as the juices drip out of her mouth. He licks the pink streak falling from her face, catching the other half of the fruit to meet her lips.
Her hand dips into the bowl of chocolate, before he knows it she’s covering him with the spread. She even goes as far as to mark his cheek with it, he’s taken aback at the gesture not expecting her to want to get this messy. She giggles looking at his expression, he decides to play dirty too. Grabbing the whipped cream, he sprays some onto her body.
They start a mini food fight of sorts, trust them to take a sexy moment and ruin it by being competitive. At least they’ll enjoy cleaning the mess off each other.
Dessert is best served on her body, she’s inclined to agree when she feels him lick her inner thigh to catch the whipped cream before it falls to the ground. Looks like they’re back on track.
Sucking on her soft skin, he leaves a hickey just below her soaking heat, placing a kiss on her other thigh. He knows she’s ready for him, hearing her hum underneath his tongue as he takes another long lick along her body. Traveling up until he reaches her neck, she instinctively turns towards him kissing his cheek. Her hand finds his hip, squeezing it as a sign for him to take her.
She will never tire of the way he fills her up, stretching her out as he pushes in until he’s all the way inside, their bodies pressed together. Arching her back she pulls at him, he brings her up as he begins to fuck her. He starts with slow shallow thrusts, gripping her hips as she kisses up the side of his neck. She nips at his adam’s apple forcing him off rhythm, he can feel her smirk against his skin, shifting the angle he brushes against her clit making her gasp. He does it again feeling her grip on his shoulders tighten.
He hears her call his name, she’s close, the waver in her voice as she begs him to fuck her harder. Picking up the pace, he presses into her faster and faster, she opens her legs wider for him. Her nails digging into his shoulder blades tells him he’s in the right place, he doesn’t let up the pressure, her screams of pleasure egging him on. She cums with a shudder, her walls squeezing at him and before long he too finishes deep inside her.
She kisses him again before he completely pulls out. He hears her whisper I love you making his heart pound. I love you too is his immediate reply.
——
She feels sick to her stomach when she wakes up the next morning. Sneaking downstairs to finish the rest of the ice cream after getting ready for bed was not a good idea. She regrets it immensely as she finds herself hugging the porcelain throne, hurling her guts out. This feels worse than a hangover. She feels disgusting.
“Shiho? Are you alright?”
His voice is soft, she can picture him wiping the sleep out of his eyes from her unexpected wake up call. She was trying not to make too much noise, but there isn’t exactly a way to throw up quietly when he’s sleeping in the next room. She dry heaves one more time before flushing the toilet. That should be it. She hopes.
He helps her stand up though she tries to push him away, she’s definitely not pleasant to smell right now. He doesn’t care, now that he’s fully awake, there’s concern in his eyes as he tries to pinpoint the cause of her illness. She waves him off as she starts to brush her teeth, telling him it must be from all the sweets.
“Hm… I guess. You don’t normally eat a lot of sweets… no more dessert for a while.”
What. No more dessert! She cannot control it when the tears begin to fall. Can this get any worse? She’s just trying to get ready for the day. Now she’s crying and there’s still toothpaste in her mouth.
“Shiho! Ar-e you okay? What’s wrong?”
She just shakes her head, unable to explain herself. She feels like shit and she’s exhausted despite just getting out of bed. What is happening!
“Should I call in sick for you, Baby?”
She manages to mumble no. She recollects herself. Pull yourself together Shiho! There’s a super important meeting today that she cannot afford to miss. It’s fine. She’s fine.
“I’m alright. I don’t know what came over me, but I think it’s passed.”
“I’m really worried about you Shiho, it’s not like you to…”
She pushes past him, making it just in time to throw up in the toilet. Maybe she caught a stomach bug. Fuck. This won’t do.
“I’m taking you to the hospital and you’re getting a check up.”
“Nooooo, I’m fine. I have to go to work today, Shinichi.”
“Shiho, you’re sick and you’re only going to strain your body more if we don’t figure out what’s wrong.”
“I promise to go after the meeting okay?”
“When’s the meeting?”
“At ten, it should be over before lunch time.”
“Good, we can grab lunch together then go get you checked up.”
“… I can go by myself.”
“You’re never going to go, if I let you go by yourself.”
“I…”
“Shiho.”
“Fine… wait. Don’t you have to go to work today too?”
“I already called in.”
“What? When?”
“When you threw up again.”
She has nothing to say to that, so she stays silent. She’s not getting out of this one, better to just accept her fate now. She sighs, she really hates going to the hospital, only bad news awaits at a hospital.
Also available on ao3 <3
#shinshi#coai#i wish i cared less aka cynful verse part two#honey i’m a sucker when you linger series#some of y’all already guessed this so just in case it’s happening
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Happy Halloween, here’s my tricky treat for the fandom! Dedicated to @rinzer my beloved, thank you so so much for your continuous support and reading my drafts for this verse as I’ve been writing! This fic would not be possible without you, so thank you for the inspiration and talking to me about it! I love you lots!
Devour
Summary: There is a hunger in him that cannot be sated. Love, lust, hate, desire. All of the above. He’s going to eat her alive, unless she ravages him first.
A/N: This fic is rated E for explicit, please read responsibly. I am still Ace, so there’s that. There will be a trigger warning of miscarriage later on in the fic (I will note the chapter once I get there) it is still an on going wip though I’ve drafted the first four chapters up to this point (no idk how long it will be, but man I wish I did). The canon ship is mentioned, there is absolutely cheating involved and it’s way worse than in the Honey I’m A Sucker When You Linger series. Another reminder that I write for myself, I know how this will end and it’s not my usual happily ever afters. Think more along the lines of the true ending of Lo Lo Love Me. If after reading this author’s note and you still wish to proceed, then click on the ao3 link below. I’ve said my peace and given my warnings, be in charge of your own fandom experiences. I won’t be upset if you choose to nope out at any point, I’m well aware this isn’t for everyone.
(Read if you dare here) <3
#CoAi#ShinShi#devour#such a tease series aka cynful verse#just mentally preparing myself for backlash#clearly writing I Only Lie When I Love You made me feel some type of way from some of the comments#I’m literally tagging everything so if you don’t like it just don’t read it okay
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I have too many WIPs… I understand it now Marcy, but I also can’t contain myself. I literally don’t know how you sit on all your ideas and wait to post when it’s completed. I could never!
Okay but the real point of talking to tumblr about it is to say I really should finish I Wish I Cared Less… I still need to write the kaishi version and I thought of another alternate too (that I probably won’t write but I was thinking about it a lot this morning. It could go in And Another Thing! But I feel like everything related to this verse will just go in another installment of Honey I’m A Sucker When You Linger series)
Addition: you know how every author has like that one fic? I wonder what mine is sometimes. Like I feel like obviously song fics but idk sometimes I’m like maybe it’s this verse? I can’t even choose myself tbh. It depends on the day. Cause yes I am one of those people who goes back and rereads my shit. Not all of them. But sometimes when I need to get back into the headspace or I’m trying to remember something so I’m not just always repeating myself (or for callback purposes) or sometimes I just really want something specific that I already wrote and can count on cause it’s catered to me. The reason why I thought of the alternate is literally because I was going back through I Wish I Cared Less. There’s literally like one more chapter probably. Like I could just end it. But ugh. I have a lot of that going on. Triple Threat… Run To Change The Endgame… (though it’s cause I want Taylor’s version and I actually need to add another chapter for The Joker and The Queen)
Update: so I went back and looked through I Wish I Cared Less and I completely forgot where I was going with chapter 11… see this is why I shouldn’t be allowed to work on multiple WIPs *sigh
#cynful babbles#okay so it’s the cheating verse and I loathe this irl#which is why I did try to justify it by making it an open marriage of sorts but it was messy#and btdubs not at all how it should go. there should be more communication and boundaries and all parties are in the know and cool with it#anyways since this is the sinning verse. I was thinking about what if it was the other way around#what if shinichi was the sidepiece and Shigo was still intact
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Hi, I’m Cyn and sometimes I write 🥰 Always posted on ao3, I made the decision to restrict it to registered users only 🫶 I am a self indulgent writer and I write purely for myself (few exceptions are made, but even so I enjoy the fics I write for others). I share my fics on the off chance someone else might like them too, but I really don’t feel the need to defend my choices especially if I don’t know you. If we’ve established a connection, then I’m all for chatting and explaining my thinking. I highly encourage writing your own fic and making it how you want. It’s more rewarding that way, and you get to say you created something! 🩵
While I’m here, I’m very easily set off by the canon ship and my notp so if I see it I will get upset, it’s not that serious, just leave me be. I’ll get over it, cause being rude and leaving mean comments on those posts are not okay, especially when there are people who like those ships and make things for them.
Also I’m a fangirl first and foremost so I thrive off leaving love letters and reblogging things (primarily on my main account), that being said I’m also super picky. I only comment on things I enjoyed, and I don’t like angst/mcd so don’t expect to see my username on those fics. I try to read everything, but it doesn’t always work out.
I guess I have to add the super obvious, there are no bad endings in my fics (unless I specify in the beginning and I will tag it cause I know how it feels since I hate reading that shit myself. I literally write the same story every time) if you’ve read one you’re read them all imo. We just take slightly different routes to get to the same conclusion: my ships are meant to be in every single universe and that’s final! I preach commenting because I think it’s the absolute least we can do when an author has done so much by giving us these amazing fics to read, but I’m not someone who needs/wants praise so please don’t comment if you’re gonna be annoying. Either read it and move on or just exit the fic, it’s really not that difficult.
Okay I give up, I’m just gonna list all my fics and tag them on this post instead. Again this is for my own personal benefit. If anyone cares to read them, they’re all posted on ao3 for registered users.
CoAi/ShinShi {grey otp}
Confession Chronicles
Redamancy Series- Promised Protection • New Year’s Day • The Eyes On You
My Life Turns Your Life Into Folklore Forevermore Series- Folklore Twist • Forever & Evermore • Don’t Blame Me • You Belong With Me? • How Many Minutes To Midnight? (Ongoing) • Guilty As Sin?
Reciprocating Relationship
I Know You
Christmas Fics: Always Choose The Heart • Forget The Fallout, Let’s Be Alone Together • And We Keep Falling • Nothing’s Changed • Angel • Midwinter
Revised Recollection
Be Mine?
A Kiss For The Obvious
First Kiss
13
Love, Learned
I Can Make Your Heart Race
Such A Tease Series- Play Pretend • Picturesque • DreamOf Me • Devour • Blame it on the Drugs
Irreversible (a kaishi endgame verse but this part is all shinshi, see Run To Change The Endgame)
There’s Nothing Triangle About It
Fleeting Feelings (technically an all Shiho ship fic)
What Do You Want?
Lo Lo Love Me
CoAi Week Things: Superposition • Versus • Critical
I Hate Accidents, Except When We Went From Friends To This (flufftober 2022)
Kiss Of Life
Public Transportation
Triple Threat
And Another Thing! (Extras/What If scenes from established versus)
Every Dog Has His Day
In(de)finite (yearoftheotp 2023)
Honey I’m A Sucker When You Linger Series- I Only Lie When I Love You • I Wish I Cared Less
Love Me Like You Do
When I Look At You…
Collabs with Vordark, my beloved <3
It’s What You and I Do (completed!)
1+1=2, x2? (Ongoing)
WIPs I desperately need to finish…
Point Of View Series- It’s Not Just Acting (1. Yukiko)
Real Or Not Real Series- False Memories
Love Me, But Don’t Fall For Me (fake dating, CoAi edition)
Catch My Lies (powers verse)
[A Marriage Proposal, Or Two- one is kaishi, two is shinshi]
<KaiShi> {steal my heart ship}
Run To Change The Endgame (ongoing)
All Your Love
Hug Prescription
He’s Funny
It’s Like My Birthday, Except…
A Day Out With The Kids
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Duncney {red otp}
Another Universe (based off Marcy’s Just One Universe)
Shituationship (duncney week 2023 day 7 Aka canon duncney day!)
💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛
Romanogers {golden otp}
Romanogers Week: What If?
Leave Me, Just Don’t Forget To Kiss Me
Life Never Tasted So Sweet (flufftober 2022)
🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
RobStar {orange otp}
His Starfire, Her Robin (yearoftheotp 2023)
#confession chronicles#Redamancy series#reciprocating relationship#i know you#revised recollection#be mine?#a kiss for the obvious#first kiss#13#love learned#I can make your heart race#irreversible#there’s nothing triangle about it#fleeting feelings#what do you want?#lo lo love me#flufftober2022#triple threat#honey I’m a sucker when you linger series#and another thing!#a marriage proposal or two#christmas fic#such a tease series Aka cynful verse#in(de)finite#kiss of life#aka real or not real verse (where do my hands go vibes)#public transportation#my mind turns your life into folklore forevermore series#cynply dreaming out loud#vordark collab <3
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I Wish I Cared Less…
But I’m afraid I don’t
Rated E for Explicit, meaning it’s not for everyone.
Summary: There is no escaping this love affair. An unnecessary sequel. “Go ahead, pull the plug Broken finger, sticky trigger Now I can't get it off my chest And now I'm wishing you were someone else You know I'm up to something Diagnosed, no disease Got a suspicion but you just can't find it up your sleeve And now I beg the truth be told from someone else All of that fuss for nothing I only lie when I love you” - Royal Blood
Chapter 1: This Is Only The Beginning
Attempt #1- Tell The Truth
I'm on a train going nowhere
I ran away to make you care
This ain't my house, this ain't your home
Not when I'm feeling this alone
-Come On Over (Royal Blood)
Blue eyes fluttering open, blinking away the remnants of sleep. Fuzzy vision, but his hands automatically reach for the woman beside him in their bed. She still lingers in slumber, he’s very much awake now that he knows she decided to stay in today instead of rushing off towards her job. He knows he shouldn’t be one to judge given the amount of times he’s left her hanging while pursuing a lead. It’s nice to know no matter how busy they are, they always make time to come back home to each other. Placing feather light kisses upon her bare shoulder, he feels her stir under his touch. His hand wanders lower and lower, taking his time to slide down her soft skin. Taking a detour he follows the curve of her bent arm down to her fingertips, pausing to smooth his thumb over the symbol of their union. A wedding band to match his own, he cannot help the smile upon his lips when he sees the gold glint off her ring. It grows wider when she finally opens her eyes to greet him good morning, though the words are cut off when he chooses to claim a kiss instead.
“Someone’s eager this morning.”
“How can I resist when I have you naked and in bed with me?”
“Hm… I’m still a little sleepy.”
“Then I’ll have to properly wake you up.”
She’s such a damn tease, already draping her leg over his hip pulling him near as he kisses her again and again. A soft hum from her lips when she feels his excitement probing at her, he can never have enough of her and it seems the feeling is mutual as she guides him inside of her. He wasn’t expecting this progression so soon without any preparation.
“I was dreaming about you.”
“Oh? What were we doing?”
“What do you think Shinichi… but it’s time for you to wake up.”
“What? Shiho…”
The sound of the blaring alarm forces his blue eyes to shoot open. Reaching over to turn it off, he sees that he’s alone, all that greets him is cold empty sheets. She’s gone, without so much as a goodbye note, no evidence that she was even here to begin with. He sits up with a sigh, but before he can think about the dream he had, a knock on the door then Ran’s entrance sends him back to reality. He’s married to his childhood sweetheart, not the woman he was supposed to only have a one night stand with.
“Shinichi, are you listening to me?”
“Sorry, Ran, I guess I’m still waking up. What were you saying?”
“… you have a long weekend coming up, let’s go visit Kazuha and Heiji. There’s a Spirits game there on Saturday too, it’s been a while since we had a getaway…”
He can only nod in agreement, she quickly leaves the room after getting his response. There’s something wrong, but she’s still trying to put on a brave face. She must have cried herself to sleep last night, she should’ve been over at Sonoko’s. Did something happen?
???
Mid morning on a bullet train to Osaka after his insistent begging and the promise of a handbag from Fusae’s latest collection. Now Shiho sits in an aisle seat gazing out the window wondering if she has the heart to push him away again, he’s been nothing but kind to her even during their breakup. They would be a good match, it’s just… she can’t help thinking something’s missing. It’s foolish to long for a spark when everything else is fine, but isn’t twenty six a bit too young to settle for a comfortable love without any passion? Clearly she hasn’t learned her lesson all those years ago, she wonders if he would see her differently if he knew the truth of what happened when she left him to chase after a lunatic. Love, at least the idea of it, can make people do crazy things. Justifying their actions and becoming a willing accomplice to a toxic relationship, the sound of her name breaks her out of her thoughts. It takes another second for her to make the connection of who the voice belongs to.
“Shiho? I knew it was you! Are you going to Osaka too?”
“It’s Miyano to you Kudo-kun.”
His excitement would be infectious if not for the fact that his wife is standing next to him wearing a pained look. Shiho feels for her, she never wanted to be in this role, all she can do now is try to make things right. Drawing a clear line, reminding herself he does not belong to her.
“I’m Miyano, Shiho; I had the misfortune of working with Kudo once.”
“Two times, including last week.”
“That one doesn’t count, I was just passing by.”
Keeping her tone stern, she was hoping the clueless detective would pick up on her cue and stay away. Wishful thinking since he doesn’t seem to get the hint, looking over at his wife she does her best to convince her there’s nothing going on between the two of them. She can’t quite read the expression on her face, but it’s gone in a flash before she can come to a proper conclusion. Ran plasters a smile on her face, making small talk to try and ease the uncomfortable tension.
“What brings you to Osaka, Miyano-san? Are you a Spirits fan too?”
“I’m actually more of a Big Osaka fan, but technically I’m there to visit an old friend.”
“An old flame perhaps? Are you looking to get back together?”
“Well…”
“Don’t be ridiculous Ran, she wouldn’t go all the way over there just to see an ex.” Turning his attention onto Shiho once more, “If you’re going to the game, then maybe we’ll see you there.”
“She’s not wrong, he is my ex boyfriend and I wouldn’t hold your breath. You’ll have a hard time seeing me at the game.”
His face falls when she reveals the truth, he would’ve continued his questioning if not for a teenager shyly butting in to claim his seat next to her. She’s finally free from this awkward reunion, forcing Shinichi and Ran to go to their own seats. Which of course has to be diagonally across from hers, meaning she’s still very much in his line of vision.
???
Ran’s been through an emotional roller coaster, going back and forth over what she should do. She knows she should let him go when his heart no longer belongs to her, but old habits die hard. There’s still a small part of her that hopes he’ll change his mind and come back to her. She never imagined bumping into his mistress, who she really wants to hate, but she can tell that she doesn’t want any part of this disastrous love triangle. It’s clear in the way she keeps pushing Shinichi away and making it known that their relationship is strictly business. This does nothing to reassure Ran, especially with the way her husband is looking at her. She feels the flicker of hope dying in her heart until Shiho admits she’s going to visit her first love! That has to mean something right? Maybe everything can still go back to the way it’s supposed to be. She dares to dream the impossible, especially when she overhears Shiho’s conversation with the teenager.
“Excuse me, Miyano-san… my name is Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, I didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation, but… well… I was hoping I could ask you for some advice…”
“What did you want to ask?”
“I know that I’m still young and probably over thinking this but… there’s this girl I really like, I’ve liked her since we were in elementary school together. By some miracle, I think she might actually like me back…”
“So far, I’m not sure what your problem is. To have your feelings be reciprocated is a good thing.”
“You’re right, I know this, but… we’re going to graduate in a month and we both got accepted into our dream colleges. Except… it’s not the same university. She’s staying here and I’m going to Osaka.”
“I see, long distance can be a struggle.”
“Yeah… I don’t want to hold her back, you know? What if she meets someone else who can actually be there for her? I don’t want to make her wait for me and there’s no way either of us should transfer schools for the other… it’s just… I’ve liked her for so long, it’s become comfortable. Which is weird to say since we’re not technically in a relationship… but it’s familiar and it’s all I know… I guess what I’m asking… is this love? Or am I deluding myself into thinking this is forever? We’re both so young and I mean it’s kinda expected for us to eventually end up together, but I don’t know if it’s real or something we’ve been conditioned to think is the best for us.”
“You’re really sharp for a seventeen year old, I don’t think I’ve met anyone else your age who puts this much thought into a relationship.”
“I don’t have much experience and I don’t really want to ruin either of our lives if it doesn’t work out…”
Eavesdropping into their conversation, Ran can’t help thinking how similar Mitsuhiko’s situation is with her and Shinichi. She made her choice back then, and if the girl in question is anything like her then the answer is obvious. There’s a reason why so many people are drawn to their first loves and childhood friends, in all the cases she’s witnessed they always work out. So of course he should hold onto her and never let go, so what if everyone says they’re meant to be? Doesn’t that just mean they really are made for each other? Everyone else agrees!
“I’m sorry to disappoint Tsuburaya-kun, but I don’t have an answer. I still don’t know if I made the right decision back then, but you’re right about one thing. You’re way too young to worry about something like this, enjoy your teenage years while you still can. There’s nothing wrong with dating, it’s not the end of the world if it doesn’t work out.”
Ran doesn’t quite know what to make of Shiho’s answer, but she’s sure that they made two very different choices. She chose to be with Shinichi and live the happily ever after she’s dreamed of since she was a kid, while Shiho chose to leave her Prince Charming behind. Why? She can’t wrap her mind around it. As always, her natural instinct is to ask her husband his opinion. He must’ve been listening in as well, his eyes are still looking over in her direction. A wave of despair crashes into her, she should let him go, but he’s all she knows and she still loves him. Just one more try, if she can’t win him back then she’ll let him be. This weekend will be the deciding factor.
???
He’s an absolute idiot, and a fucking asshole for dragging this out instead of being firm in his decision. The evidence is clear as day, and everyone involved knows it. The fact that it took another week and a trip to Osaka to figure it out is ridiculous. His marriage is far from perfect, it’s foundation slowly deteriorating from the start and even more so ever since they agreed to open their relationship. Now it’s completely fallen apart with their meeting as the catalyst. She helped him realize that sometimes loving someone isn’t enough to sustain a lifelong relationship, as humans it’s natural to want more. Settling for a mundane existence is the exact opposite reason that evolution exists, especially for someone like him. The lifespan of romantic love eventually sizzles into familial love, but twenty five is too young when taking into account the average human life expectancy. This must have been her train of thought as well when she rejected her first love’s promise of a happily ever after. If only he stopped and thought things through instead of going along with what everyone else wanted. He should’ve been more selfish, now she has to pay the price.
These past two days he’s been watching the other pair of childhood friends to spouses and there is a clear distinction between them and the way they interact. The most important being the differences in their reactions over their husband’s career choice. Sure Kazuha still complains sometimes, but it’s obvious she adores the way Heiji lights up when he’s working on a case. She supports him wholeheartedly and encourages him to trust his instincts. Letting him know she’ll be right there when he’s done and they can go home together. They somehow got onto this topic over dinner and she admitted that she enjoys seeing the determined look on his face while he does what he loves. Ran is the perfect wife, but she detests the way he loses himself in pursuit of a lead. She would much rather keep him close by instead of having him out and about chasing after criminals. It’s impossible, this is what he loves and he’s damn good at it. They should’ve known this would eventually tear them, the amount of times they’ve fought over this is insane.
Here they stand in their hotel room, a solemn atmosphere surrounds them, they both know what’s coming. He starts with an apology, one that’s long overdue but he simply cannot live a lie anymore. She deserves better, they both deserve true happiness.
“Ran, I’m sorry.”
Three words she’s used to hearing from him over and over again, half their relationship was spent making excuses, it’s time to let go. He takes off his wedding band, handing it back to her, she insisted on picking one out for him. It’s only fair, but life isn’t.
“So am I.”
???
Up in a VIP lounge exclusively reserved for her, Shiho’s been here too many times before. Back when they were dating, she would wait here for his triumphant return. Watching the game from high above the field, seeing the way he shines while in the rush of adrenaline. Often scoring the game winning goal as all aces do for their team, she couldn’t be more proud. Today seems no different, though it’s intermission with the score tied at zero zero, she’s certain he’ll pull through with a win.
The sound of the door opening catches her by surprise, he isn’t the type to come looking for her when he knows he needs to keep his head in the game. She’ll only serve as a distraction. She should have expected this, but a part of her hoped their meeting on the train would be the end. He’s much too persistent for his own good.
“Shiho.”
“You’re trespassing Detective, shall I have security escort you out?”
“You can try, but they already let me through.”
“What sort of ruse did you pull? Unless, there’s actually a case… no. You wouldn’t be here if there was a real crime scene.”
“We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, go back home Kudo.”
“We broke up.”
Three words are all it takes, getting right to the point, effectively breaking down the barrier she tried so hard to keep between them. Liar, her first instinct is to call him out on his bullshit. Why would he throw away his marriage when she gave no indication that it would change anything? Except, she knows it isn’t a lie. From the missing wedding band on his hand, and the determined gaze in his eyes. There’s no escape, he’s not going to let her leave without a fight.
He takes a careful step towards her, then another, backing her up against the wall. She tries to ignore him though he has her trapped; gazing over to her left, a view of the stadium as the game picks up where it left off. He captures her attention, begging her to look at him. A soft whisper of her name is all she registers before she’s falling again.
It’s only been a week since their last encounter and already she’s surrendering to his touch. The spark between them is still as strong as ever, igniting once more with the feel of his hands on her. A light caress of her cheek, blue eyes focused intently on her reactions. She could stop him, as much as he wants her, he would never force her. She has to want him too. Four letters, one syllable, the word stop disappears from her vocabulary. Instead she calls out his name, and that is enough for him to lose his mind.
Their lips meet, all rational thought goes out the window. There’s so much they need to talk about, and they definitely shouldn’t be hooking up right now. The door isn’t locked, there’s a crowd of cheering soccer fans out in the dome, now really isn’t the time. Then again, they never did have the best timing. The loud noises and commotions happening in the stadium as the audience watches the players start the second half are drowned out, disappearing into the background. It fades away into nothingness when he presses against her, letting her feel how much he wants her.
Reaching into the waistband of her shorts, he teases her by rubbing her through the cloth of her underwear. The friction isn’t enough and he knows it, smirking against her lips when she groans in frustration. Pushing the damp material to one side, sliding a single digit across her slit. Keeping his hand near, probing at her entrance, but he does not venture further as he continues stroking her. She intends to retaliate, reaching over to unbutton his pants, he pushes two fingers into her before she can even pull down his zipper. This is even worse than before, as he makes shallow movements stroking her insides with a curl of his fingers, palm pressing on the soft cotton feel of her panties. Their clothes are in the way, making this impossible for her to be satisfied. She pulls back with a glare when he completely removes himself, opening her mouth to voice her disdain, he takes this opportunity to stick his fingers into her mouth. Her immediate response is to suck in, tongue licking the intrusion, tasting herself. His eyes darken as he pulls away with a loud pop sounding the room, though it’s nothing compared to what’s going on down at the soccer field. He pulls her shorts and underwear down without any warning, his own are the next to go directly after. She automatically spreads her legs wider apart when he grabs her hips, he slides in with ease bottoming out.
This is the first time he feels her around him without any barriers. They didn’t forget from the heat of the moment, she never lets him, but this time she doesn’t say a word. His forehead rests on her shoulder, breathing her in giving her a chance to adjust. Placing a light kiss on her neck, he begins to move. She rocks against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, hooking one leg around him. His hands are wandering everywhere, sneaking underneath her shirt, it’s no different from before. Except for the fact that he is no longer tied down, the line between guilt and pleasure every time he would touch her is gone, he belongs to no one. Yet here he is giving himself up freely to her, asking her to choose him again and again. She can feel the heat coiling inside, she’s close and so is he. From the way he’s squeezing her hips, off track rhythm, he makes his final play reaching in between to pull her with him.
The game ends with mass cheering from half the stadium, the home team wins it with a last second goal. Meanwhile Shiho is regaining her senses, the weight of what they have just done coming back to hit her full force. Even as he’s gently helping her clean up, she can’t help thinking this is still wrong. They redress in silence, despite the loud noises happening outside, the room is suffocating. Their joint scent hanging around them, she goes to crack a window willing the air of sex to go away.
“Shiho.”
“I have to go.”
“No, wait…”
Shinichi tries to reach her, but she sidesteps moving closer to the door. She really can’t have this conversation with him right now, she’s going to be late if they keep this up. Even worse, he could turn up in the middle of it. The door opens and low and behold, there he stands in all his glory. The glow of scoring the game winning goal is still very much present, and that smile, it’s enough to make anyone swoon. His attention is focused immediately on her, holding himself back from engulfing her in a big hug. Even now he still respects her boundaries.
“Shiho!”
“Ryusuke.”
“It’s good to see you, sorry to keep you waiting so long… but I guess you had company.”
“We’re not affiliated, he’s here on a case.”
“Actually…”
“Oh, you’re Kudo Shinichi. How did I not recognize you? What are you doing here?”
Fortunately or not a loud scream pierces the hallway, security rushing over to the source. Shiho smiles, his reputation still precedes him but she’s not complaining. Ushering Ryusuke out the door, she leaves Shinichi to deal with whatever mess that just occurred. He tries in vain to stop her, but she knows him too well. He can’t walk away from a case, but she sure as hell can.
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I Wish I Cared Less
Chapter 3: Keep It Casual
Attempt #3- Agree With Her
Say my name again
Tell me you're caught in the middle
You're caught in the middle
And you're begging for me to stay
Cause every now and then
My love calls like a whistle
It calls like a whistle
And it's blowing your mind again
-Hook, Line, and Sinker (Royal Blood)
“Aw, Miyano-san, your boyfriend is here again!”
“Shopping together again? My, what a wonderful relationship you two must have.”
“Shiho, I thought you were done with him, now you’re dating?”
If one more person comes up to her assuming her identity as Shinichi’s girlfriend, she’s going to lose her cool. They are not together, and they never will be. So what, he stays over at her place every other night? Maybe they do talk on the phone and text daily. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just easier to coordinate their hookups this way. Even if they don’t always have sex when they meet up…
He’s holding her hand while they’re at the grocery store deciding which brand of miso they should buy. How did her life turn out this way? This is everything she was set against, a normal boring outing all couples go through everyday. Why did she make such a fuss over wanting to be free then she goes around and plays house with Shinichi? She’s in the middle of trying to come up with an excuse to bail on their dinner plans when he looks over at her. It’s quick, only for a second, but they make eye contact and he smiles then reaches for the container on the right.
“Why this one?”
“Because, this is the only one they sell in the States.”
“So?”
“So it must be the one you’re most familiar with. We have everything right? Let’s go home.”
Placing the little plastic box into their basket, he squeezes her hand then pulls her along to the checkout line. Her heart skips a beat, he remembers little details about her, things that she doesn’t even think about after she’s said them aloud. Yet he keeps every bit of information she tells him, bringing them up during crucial moments like these when she’s doubting their relationship. Home. They’re going home together. Maybe this is more serious than she thought.
——
Actions have consequences, one mistake can end up ruining your life, but he’s never been one to run away when things get tough. The news of his divorce is dividing his loved ones, most of them are of course taking Ran’s side. They don’t know the full story, not that they would give him the chance to tell it. No matter, he isn’t letting it bother him. As long as they don’t do anything to jeopardize his relationship with Shiho, then it’s fine. Shiho. Thinking of her makes him wish he didn’t get married so early. Would their paths have crossed if they didn’t meet at the bar?
“Are you planning on going home soon?”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“Thinking about it.”
“What? Why?”
He pouts at her, they’ve been together for a good two months now and she’s still trying to push him away. What are they? It’s a question he’s been wanting to ask, but he’s afraid of the answer. She won’t admit there’s anything going on between them, it’s supposed to be casual with no labels. She isn’t keen on getting into a serious commitment, why else would she flee the arms of her high school sweetheart? The best course of action is to not rock the boat, keep it calm and consistent. He has to win her over little by little.
———
“You!”
“Hey! Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, you fucking home wrecker!”
That gets her attention, Shiho turns around to face a woman she’s never seen before but somehow the stranger knows who she is. Curious at how this woman is causing a scene without any regard for the other patrons at the coffee shop, she takes the bait inviting her to sit down with her. This completely catches her off guard, she seems ready for a full confrontation but Shiho keeps her composure.
“Have you ordered yet? Their soy latte is to die for, but their cappuccino is pretty good too.”
“I actually prefer their caramel macchiato… wait. That's not why I wanted to talk to you. Have you no shame?”
“You’re going to have to fill me in, I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”
“No, but you’ve met my best friend. Mouri Ran, or the former Mrs. Kudo is who you must know her as.”
Shiho takes a sip of her coffee, just as the worker sits down the other woman’s drink. She’s not at all phased at her unpleasant tone, truthfully she wishes she had a best friend to defend her honor knowing how broken-hearted she must be over the breakup.
“Well? Are you going to say anything?”
“I’m not sure what to address you as.”
“Suzuki.”
“Suzuki-san, it’s touching to see how much you care about your best friend, I’m sure you’ll be a big help in helping her get over him.”
“You…”
“What I don’t understand is, what do you want from me?”
“I…”
“If you’re best friends then I’m sure you know the circumstances they were in. They decided to try an open relationship and it didn’t work out the way they hoped. I get that you want someone to blame, but we’re all adults here. Besides, it was consensual and it’s just sex. There’s nothing more to it.”
“Maybe you’re right… but you’re still sleeping with him.”
“For now. I’m sure this will run its course soon, and if they’re really meant to be then they’ll find their way back to each other. If not, then I’m sure your friend will find someone who can treat her better.”
“For now, you say that as if you didn’t deliberately steal him from her. What’s the point if you don’t even intend to keep him?”
“Why does it matter to you what I do with him?”
“He’s my friend too, even if he is an ungrateful dumbass.”
“You’re a really good friend, they’re lucky to have you. Don’t worry so much about Kudo, we both know how this ends.”
“You’re really not like anyone I’ve ever met before.”
“So I’ve been told, now if that’s all, I do have to get back to work. I hope everything works out.”
Surprisingly that wasn’t a complete disaster, she deserves a reward for de-escalating the situation. She’s going to pick up some Thai food from the place down the block and have some wine. It’ll be the perfect excuse to wind down. She can’t wait.
“Two nights in a row? I’m going to have to start charging you rent.”
“I can move in right away if you want.”
“No, now stop hogging the pad thai.”
“I did go pick it up.”
“Only because you got out of work earlier, I didn’t ask you to. In fact, you weren’t even invited.”
“I know… I just wanted to check in… I heard about your encounter.”
“Huh? Oh, yes your friend. Did she call to yell at you?”
“It was a text, and not exactly… but are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Sonoko isn’t exactly the most subtle person…”
“I’m well aware, I’m surprised she didn’t start a fight.”
“I'm sure you could take her.”
He reaches over to squeeze her hand, she rolls her eyes pulling free. She’d be lying if she didn’t feel some type of way about being called a homewrecker to her face. She’s been looking for a reason to end whatever it is they have here, and this is the perfect out. He knows this, it’s why he’s here tonight to change her mind.
“Shinichi…”
“Shiho, no.”
“It would be easier if we stopped seeing each other.”
“I don’t want to. Besides, you said it yourself, we’re just sleeping together. It shouldn’t matter.”
“… right, it’s not like we’re anything to each other…”
“Shiho…”
“Are you done eating?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Cool, let’s have sex then you can go home.”
“You won’t even let me stay the night?”
“We’re both only here for the sex, why bother keeping pretenses. Are you coming or what?”
The bastard doesn’t even try to convince her she’s wrong? He really is here just to sleep with her, and she’s just going to let him. Wait, this is what she wants isn’t it? Who cares if they’re on the same page, it means less complications. It’s fine, this is fine.
———
It’s not fine, he’s beginning to think playing along with her insistent denial over the nature of their relationship is a bad idea. If he really was only after the physical stuff, then this is great but he’s not and this sucks. At least she’s still letting him touch her, he needs another plan.
“If you’re not up for this, you can go home. I don’t need you here.”
“No, I just…”
“It’s fine, I’m really tired anyways. You can see yourself out.”
She heads toward the bathroom set on ignoring him, he could just leave and give her some space. Though from past experience, giving her too much space makes her a flight risk and he’s not willing to give her up. So he follows her, the door is unlocked, she’s surprised to see him but he doesn’t give her a chance to question it. She’s already undressed, making it that much easier to move forward. He walks over, turning on the shower, loosening his tie while she raises an eyebrow at him. He doesn’t reply, continuing to undress himself, waiting to see her response.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“The same time I was going to? You know you’re at my place right?”
“You could join me.”
“I should be the one inviting you.”
“I accept, the water should be warm enough.”
“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Fine. Get in.”
———
They actually haven’t done this before, yes they’ve showered together but it was just being in the same space. The main priority was to get cleaned up, there was no funny business. This time, well, she’s not sure what he’s playing at here. Offering to wash her hair, careful not to get the suds in her eyes. His hands sliding across her skin as he lathers the body wash, lingering in her more sensitive parts but otherwise keeping it tame. He’s not even trying to rile her up, making it all the more frustrating. She decides to return the favor, taking her time as she helps him wash away the day. All he feels is her touch trailing over his body, she keeps the same light pressure he held over her when their roles were reversed. Running her fingers through his hair as she finishes rinsing him off, she makes the mistake of looking into his eyes. She can’t quite explain why, but something about the way he looks at her makes her lose her mind. He makes her weak, pulling her further into the abyss. She leans in closing her eyes, their lips meet and though the water is starting to cool down the burning desire within is just beginning.
Kissing under the shower head really wasn’t in her plans tonight, but she’s not complaining. The sound of the running water is nothing compared to how loud their hearts are pumping, she nips at him biting his bottom lip. A low growl comes out from the back of his throat, a warning for her to play nice. Too bad she never listens, his hands are already around her waist, she hooks one leg over his hip brushing against his erection. He jerks forward pushing her against the walls with the water directly over them now. He captures her lips, squeezing her hips, she can feel his hardened length pressing against her entrance. She just needs to shift the angle slightly and they would be home free, so she does. She only has to bring the head in, he pushes forward seeking her warmth. He groans against her mouth, the way she feels around him gets him every time. She urges him to move, he obliges after hearing her confession she’s never had sex in the shower before. He hasn’t either. They may not have been each other’s firsts, but there are still so many other things they can experience for the first time together. It’s a little tricky, but in their lust filled state all safety precautions are far from their minds as they chase their high. He keeps her leg wrapped around him opting for quick strokes, she kisses his neck, nails digging into his back. The sensation of each droplet running over their body leaving them cold and wet contrasts with the heat pooling in their bellies and where they’re connected. It’s almost too much going back and forth like this, he’s pressing her harder into the tiles, his rhythm going off pace. He’s close as he reaches down to rub against her clit, a wave of pleasure striking her core. She breathes out a scream, her walls spasming as he spills inside of her. The excess drips out as it goes down the shower drain, they stay in that position as he kisses her again. Eventually they have to pull apart to get cleaned up again.
———
He wakes up with her curled by his side, his arm resting over her waist, so much for not spending the night. At this point they should move in together, get a place of their own. Wishful thinking when she adamantly holds onto the belief that this is still just a friends with benefits situation. His phone buzzes, checking the message he sighs, this is terrible timing. Hitting the backspace to see the rest of his inbox, his thumb hovers over the last exchange he had with Sonoko.
Sonoko: You know she’s just using you.
Shinichi: What did you say to her.
Sonoko: Nothing, I’m trying to be nice and warn you. It’s not too late to go back.
Shinichi: We all know that’s not true.
Sonoko: You’re making a big mistake, she doesn’t even care about you. She told me herself, ask her if you don’t believe me, but you’re not going to last.
Shinichi: Let me worry about her, I don’t need your input and stay away from her.
Sonoko: She can fight her own battles, she should’ve known this would happen.
Shinichi: Sonoko, I’m warning you. Do not try anything.
Sonoko: Is she really worth all this Shinichi? Ruining your reputation and relationship with your loved ones.
Shinichi: You and I both know the truth.
Sonoko: She’s not the type you keep forever, she’s all about the chase.
Shinichi: You’ve only met her once.
Sonoko: She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before, I get the curiosity and wanting to figure her out. I just don’t know if you’ll ever be able to.
Putting the phone down, he turns his attention back to his lover sleeping next to him. Noting the time, she’ll be awake any moment now. It’s rare that he gets to be the one to greet her good morning first, it’s one of his favorite things to see her eyes open, still a little groggy as she registers she’s not alone. He hopes one day she’ll just expect him to be there, instead of being surprised he stayed.
“Good morning.”
“You’re up early. Do you need to head off to work?”
“Not yet, but soon.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s not that anything’s wrong… I just have to go out of town for a few days, maybe a week. Depends on the case.”
“Okay, have a safe trip.
“… I’ll see you after?”
“We’ll see.”
He knows it’s a lost cause getting her to hear him out right now, especially since he does need to go pack for his trip. He can only hope he wraps the case up early, before she completely pushes him away.
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