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#we need more of that...not every pair of gays need to stall for time and dance around each other for years and years
mcplestreet · 1 year
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𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔇𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: 𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
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minors DNI
pairing: billy hargrove x masc!reader
summary: it’s not gay if we don’t touch each other
content warnings: internalized homophobia, male masturbation
word count: 755
tags: @my-my-only-angel @corrodedhawkins @hellfirebabes @gayskittlelesbian @heavenlyhandscribbles @canislupus-exe @angeliiaa @mlmmetalhead @keevathediva @frogydude233 @eddieverse @licktomsass @yourmommaissofine @m-rae23
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Running water drowns out any and all sound coming from the showers in the boys locker room as the few remaining members of the basketball team filter out. Such sounds being skin on skin and panting breaths.
Neither of you would have been able to describe how you found yourselves in such a situation. You’d pulled back the shower curtain to what you thought was an empty stall, instead finding Billy with his hand around his cock. The rest was a hazy lustful blur.
You weren’t gay and neither way he, and so you only allowed your knees to touch ad you both jerked off with a ferocity neither of you planned on sharing you couldn’t muster up alone in the privacy of your locked bedrooms.
You weren’t gay and neither way he, and so you only allowed your knees to touch ad you both jerked off with a ferocity neither of you planned on sharing you couldn’t muster up alone in the privacy of your locked bedrooms.
You feel Billy’s gaze on your face seeping into your skin but you were too busy inspecting every curve of every muscle in his torso. You knew Billy only from practice and English class and had never been insecure enough in your masculinity to be passively aware of his good looks. It was difficult not to when he was so damn smug about it. As arrogant as it made him, it wasn't exactly uncalled for.
Billy, on the other hand, is more focused on the expressions of ecstasy you wear as you jack yourself off. You’d always been expressive, every flicker of emotion as clear as the sky on a bright spring day, so it wasn’t that he necessarily expected otherwise. More that he hadn’t given it any thought. And why would he? He liked girls and loved pussy.
But the view of you- face flushed, cock throbbing and leaking, and skin soaked from the warm water raining down on both of you- wasn’t something he would complain about.
“Don’t have a girlfriend that can take care of that for you?” he asks. The first words spoken since whatever is happening began.
You startle slightly at the sound of his voice but any regret is clouded by the way his heart stops for a moment when your eyes meet his. “Don’t you?” you ask.
Fuck both of you think to yourselves at the same time.
You’re not gay. But Billy’s tanned skin, curly hair, and piercing blue eyes isn’t a bad view while you tug on your cock..
Billy isn’t gay either. But with his frighteningly high ego it wasn’t unexpected that he was a bit of an exhibitionist. And if he were going to choose any of his teammates to be in such a position with you were certainly not a bad choice.
You know he’s getting close, you can tell by the fierceness that’s taken over his strokes, and though it would certainty be something you’d need to unpack at a later time when you weren’t standing in front of a naked and sopping wet man you can feel the idea of his climax becoming a catalyst for your own. Heat pools in your stomach like water pools around your feet and for a moment you consider reaching forward and finishing him off. Just to see the look on his face. Just to see how quickly it would make him cum.
You consider it only for a moment before you force the thought down with a fierceness worthy of a hydraulic press.
Billy’s head slams back against the tile wall as his moans get seemingly harder and harder to control by their escalation. The sight of his heaving chest and parted pink lips is all too familiar and enticing, even on a guy.
You suck deep and calculated breaths and try not to audibly moan when cum shoots out of his rosy cockhead, splattering on his stomach and landing in the puddle of water that drains slowly beneath you. The sight, what it triggers in you both physically and emotionally is all too much to bear. You follow his lead and submerge into your release before his is completed.
It feels like hours that the two of you stand in the sound of each other's heaving breaths and otherwise silence but realistically it’s only a few minutes. You run your hands under the stream and use the water to clean yourself all while Billy watches your every movement.
“You’re not telling a fucking soul about this,” he breathes out, and you hate the way your stomach flips over at how worn out he sounds.
“Why the hell would I do that?” you ask before throwing the shower curtain open and leaving without looking back.
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40sandfabulousaf · 5 months
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大家好! In order to recover more quickly from a bad bout of the flu, I treated myself to a highly nutritious (also very yummy) meal last weekend. I first ate tomato scrambled eggs during a trip to Guang Zhou years ago and never forgot how delicious it was; as Chinese expats flock to my country, this dish can now be found anytime I crave it. I ordered it, and big prawn wat dan hor fun (flat and broad rice noodles in silky egg gravy). Eggs were the answer to every ailment when our country was poor decades ago and I still rely on them for extra nourishment.
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More noodles were on the cards when I took Pa out for lunch the next day. He ordered yow gai meen (soya sauce chicken dry noodles); I chose shrimp wonton tong meen (soup noodles) and har gow (prawn dumplings). The noodles were so perfectly QQ here that they won Pa's and my hearts; at once springy and satiny smooth for both dry and soup versions, they were totally slurp-worthy to the point where I could easily eat double what I was served. Also, I visited a stall that specialises in salt-baked chicken and paired it with mee pok (flat egg noodles) soup. The tender and juicy meat didn't need much chewing; it was so good!
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The fragrance of prawn noodle soup lured me away from the fishball noodle stall. Sweet fresh prawns, crunchy beansprouts, QQ mee pok (yes there're other noodles but mee pok is by far my favourite) and a full-bodied broth are hard to beat. I also enjoyed mee siam, a savoury and tangy vermicelli breakfast dish with egg, tau pok (bean puff) and fish cake. Besides mee siam, the stall I visited sells lontong: rice cakes topped with vegetables, egg and fish cakes, doused in fragrant curry gravy and drizzled with sambal. I tried it for breakfast the next day and it was both rich and flavourful.
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This week has been a noodle-heavy one and I couldn't be happier! At the same time, those of us who enjoy peace, nutritious meals and good sleep are incredibly blessed. Those ravaged by war, with electricity, water and food cut off, are denied those basic human rights that we take for granted. As I tuck into silken strands as well as delightful broths and gravies, people who're suffering immensely are on my mind. All I can do is pray that compassion and rationality will eventually prevail, and soon!
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During times of peace, everyone enjoyed higher standards of living. Food, water, electricity and shelter were plentiful and costs were low. Now, it feels like we're back in the 1980s as far as real incomes are concerned; travel is a luxury that we'll be doing less of, or perhaps we won't travel as far. Also, why pay premium to visit countries that may be unfriendly to us? 下次见!
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boylikeanangel · 2 years
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you all gotta stop saying ed/stede is a slowburn for real....in episode 5 stede says ed has been aboard the revenge for a few days. in episode 6 izzy says it's been 2 weeks. in episode 8 it's the next full moon after the one in episode 4. there is literally a month between ed and stede meeting and them being captured by the navy. i'm sorry to disappoint the 300k fic fans in the room but "slow burn" is not even in these two's dictionary!!! they fell in love so fast the fucking moon didnt even have time to complete one cycle!!! they couldn't pretend to not be in love with each other if they tried!!!!! this is not a slow burn it's a fucking flash fire!!!!!!
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Secrets in the tower
Summary: y/n’s secret is threatening to come out and he’s just simply not ready for that, he doesn’t want this dad, the famous Tony Stark to find out just yet. Yet, things never go according to plan, but that shouldn’t matter, however, what matters is how we react to it.
📝Words:📝 3.2k
⚠️Warnings:⚠️ internalised homophobia, sexual jokes, anxiety
💙Pairing:💙 Tony Stark!dad and reader!son, Peter Parker x male!reader (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark mentioned)
📎Note:📎Yet again, the timeline doesn’t make sense. Also, no proof read.
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Being the child of an impulsive man was difficult, to say the least. And to make matters worse, that man just happened to be Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist all that jazz. Your father had a habit of being pushy, controlling and a straight-up dick. Yet, despite all of that, you loved him. He could be a pain in the ass but he never did it on purpose. You had inherited his sharp tongue so there never really was a quiet moment in the Stark-Rogers household. Steve was the man who kept your father grounded, didn’t let him get too ahead of himself. However, sometimes Tony slipped past Steve’s fingers, and on those occasions, Tony raised a lot of hell wherever he pleased and could only be talked down by you. Nick Fury had tried a couple of times, only receiving a bunch of curse words and a request to go fuck himself.
Needless to say, there was a lot of respect between your dad and you. Tony respected your wishes of having no part in the Avengers mess or you not wanting anything to do with the Stark Industries. It was a hard choice that you had to make, the company was his life’s work but you weren’t passionate about the things he was. You weren’t interested in robots or whatever it was that he was working on.
You wanted to do things you were passionate about, even if you weren’t sure what that was yet. I mean, you were still in high school, you didn’t need to know what you were interested in pursuing in the future.
Your locker slammed shut, bringing you back to reality, or more like Hell. You blinked once before turning your head to look at the man who had slammed your locker shut, somebody from the football team. They all looked the same to you, you only knew they were from the football team because of the jerseys they wore, it was all ridiculous in your opinion. Like a cult. Why do they need to wear jackets 24/7? Do they ever wash them?
The boy smiled at you, stretching out his disgusting face, ”Y/n.” He said, trying to make his voice smoky, but ended up just trembling. ”A guy who’s name I don’t even remember. What do you want?” You asked, tired already. His face dropped a little when you showed no emotion, but he composed himself quickly. ”Is it true what everybody keeps saying about you?” He asked, leaning a little closer. Your brows burrowed, ”what?”
He looked around a little before leaning in further, ”you know. Are you like gay?”
The voice rang throughout the halls it seemed, it tried to freeze you, it really did. You had to push through, nobody could know. You cleared your throat and shook your head. ”No, of course not. What do you take me for?” You asked, already turning away to leave.
”You can walk away all you want Stark boy, I know your secrets”, the boy yelled after you, catching a few looks from other students. The last part was said in a taunting sign-song way.
You fished out your phone to text Peter. ”Did you tell someone?” You typed, nervous. Peter was the only one who knew, well he had to since you two were kind of dating.
”Did I tell who what?” He asked, from behind you, startling you. He held out his phone when you turned to look at him. You stared at him, still a little spooked.
”One of the football guys came up to me. Apparently, people have been talking.” You muttered, anxious. Peter was still lost. You sighed, ”Peter, you poor sweet thing. You don’t have a thought behind those eyes, do you Peter?”
He shook his head, confused. You sighed again and showed Peter your limp wrist. Peter’s mouth immediately gaped open ”oh, you mean that. And no, I didn’t tell anyone.”
”Well somebody did. Now everybody knows!” You whisper-yelled. You were panicking. You could not have your dad finding out about this, you couldn’t. Your hands reached for your hair to pull on it. Peter luckily saw your frustration and led you away from all the people. He led you into a bathroom and made sure every stall was empty. ”Just breathe, we’ll figure this out.” Peter said and wet a paper towel with cold water, he pressed the cold paper towel on your forehead to calm you down. You closed your eyes, trying to breathe normally. It felt odd to have the power dynamic changed this way, usually, it was Peter freaking out and you reassuring him. ”I don’t really get why you’re so freaked about this. Your dad is dating Captain America, the environment doesn’t get more accepting than that.” Peter said after he figured out that your breathing had evened out. ”You’re right, I’m just not sure if I’m ready yet.” You sighed and grabbed Peter’s hand. You kissed his knuckles as a sign of thankfulness. ”Where would I be without you?” You said and cupped Peter’s cheek with the hand that previously held his hand. Peter smiled down at you, Peter was at an average height but you had gotten the little height you had from your dad, so not much.
”Why are you smiling like that?” You asked after Peter hadn’t stopped smiling at you even though it had been quite a while already. ”Just appreciating the little things in life,” he said, already laughing a little. ”Oh really?” You said and kicked Peter so that he almost toppled over. Peter groaned at the pain, it wasn’t the first time he had made that joke and it wasn’t the first time you had kicked him. You watched as Peter tried to recover before giving him your hand, ”let’s get to class shall we?” You asked and began leading him out.
You cried once you got home, you had been with Peter all day and it was already dark. You had figured that it was the best to hole away in your own room for the time being.
The elevator and your phone dinged in synch, the elevator signalling that you had reached your floor and the phone alerting you of a text message from Peter. You stepped out of the elevator and eyed the message, a link to a news article. Your finger hovered over the link for a couple of seconds before you finally clicked on it. The further you read the article the more you wanted to claw your own eyes out. ”Tony Stark’s secret child has even a bigger secret” not a title you optimally wanted to go with if you were writing an article. It does catch the eye but could use some work. The article contained some general information like your name and where you went to school, that was before a candid picture filled your screen. You and Peter in the school bathroom that morning. The article went on theorising about what was going on between the two of you, it was even hinted that you had in fact been aware of the picture being taken and only did all of that for your dad to notice you.
A rippled cry left your chest as you threw your phone. You officially hated the world and your life. It was only a matter of time before your dad found out and that is if he didn’t already know, you weren’t ready to have that conversation. It was also a matter of time before all of this was all over the news.
There was a part in your brain that thought that you being gay was an obvious thing in the sense that people would just assume your sexuality just because your dad was married to another man, that part was small but it was loud. You didn’t mind your own sexuality and you loved that your dad had found someone who he was happy with, and the fact that the person happened to be a man was just a nice plus to it all. However, you weren’t sure if everyone else saw it that way. You hadn’t grown up in the spotlight like your dad but it was only a matter of time before you ended up in it and when that happens there’s no telling how the world will react. But overall, really nice thoughts to have when you’re exhausted, you were lucky that it was Friday, you didn’t have to wake up early the next morning. You turned the light switch on in your room, only to find your dad sitting on your bed. He knew.
Tony turned to look at you when the lights turned on, he saw the fresh tear streaks on your cheeks and immediately stood up. ”What happened?” He asked and hugged you. You dropped your bag on the floor, not caring if something broke inside, you buried your head in the crook of his neck and only cried harder. Tony rubbed your back and tried to comfort you without really knowing what was wrong. You didn’t cry that often, yes you got upset pretty regularly and stuff like that but you didn’t really cry that much and even when you did cry, it wasn’t that often that your dad was there to comfort you. In his mind, you cried close to never and those times when you cried you were impossible to console. He thought that when you cried something was seriously wrong. To Tony’s relief, you quieted down after a few minutes and let go of Tony, he copied you.
You sat down on your bed, feeling a little embarrassed that you just cried into your dad’s shoulder like you were eight all over again. Both of you were silent, you waited for Tony to say something and he waited for you to collect yourself.
”You know, if somebody hurt you-” he started, only to be cut off. ”No, no dad nothing like that,” you sniffled and looked at him dead in the eye. He seemed to relax a little at that. ”Even if it was-” he continued quickly, not wanting to be cut off but was anyway. ”No, no one hurt me.” You reassured, sniffling a little. ”Why were you waiting for me anyway?” You asked after Tony remained silent. ”No it’s nothing we can talk about in the morning you seem exhausted.” He said and begun to leave. You grabbed his hand. ”No dad stay. I am tired yes but I can’t fall asleep.” You admitted. Tony sighed and sat down next to you. You let go of his hand only for him to grab it back. ”I heard a rumour.” Tony said quietly. Your shoulders stiffened as more tears filled your eyes. Tony heard your breath hitch and he turned to look at you, the sight broke his heart.
Tony shook his head, this isn’t how he thought he had raised his son, this isn’t how he wanted to handle this. ”You know what. It doesn’t matter, I love you no matter what and we do not have to talk about it, at least not until you’re ready.” Tony said and threw his arm over your shoulders. Hearing what your dad had to say relieved you, it felt nice to know that your dad would love you no matter what. It was clear since he was your dad and all but it’s good that he said it out loud. You rested your head on his shoulder and tried to enjoy this moment with him. You took a deep breath, it was now or never. You were upset that the world had once again ruined something of yours but it wasn’t like you to just give up at a little setback, with that attitude you would never have gotten anywhere in your life. ”It’s true, you know.” You finally said out loud. You felt as Tony tensed a little and you turned to look at him, he was smiling. ”Yeah, kinda figured.” He said and laughed, causing you to playfully slap him. ”On a more serious note, I don’t really get why you wouldn’t tell me but I respect your decision.” He admitted, kind of ruining the moment you were having. ”I didn’t tell you because I felt like it was somehow expected of me, not by you but by others. I think that people find it obvious that I’m gay and I don’t want to be known as that gay guy.” You confessed, hoping your dad wouldn’t feel bad. ”That sounds like internalised homophobia my dearest son.” Tony said. He was right, it’s difficult to say if that was normal or not but nevertheless, he was right. You nodded as a sign of understanding. "Did you see the news article?" You asked, kind of already knowing the answer. "Yeah, it's being taken care of," Tony replied, easing your anxieties about the whole ordeal a little bit.
”I hate that this needed to be a conversation. I just wished that when you started dating someone it would just be like at thanksgiving you walk in and introduce the guy and ask us to clear space for one more chair. I would’ve of course interrogated the guy but I feel like I have the right to-” Tony rambled. You laughed at your dad, he was good at heart and loved you very dearly. ”I don’t think you need to clear space at the table for a chair or interrogate Peter.” You said once Tony stopped rambling. ”I’m still going to interrogate him.” Tony said, knowing that his son was once again right. ”But Peter Parker as your first boyfriend is a good start. He sets the bar a little too high though, doesn’t he?” Tony said, earning a giggle out of you. ”First and only. It doesn’t get much better than Peter Parker does it?” You joked, well you weren’t really joking but you said it that way to not freak your poor old dad out. ”Yeah, he’s a keeper.” Steve’s voice boomed from the door. You and your dad both turned to look at Steve. ”Hi dad.” You said.
You had known Steve for almost your entire life, even if he and your dad hadn't been married for that long. Steve just always kind of was your dad. At the times when Tony would lock himself in his lab for days on end out of old habits, Steve would be there. Steve would keep you company and take care of you for a few days until he too became fed up with Tony being in the lab. Then he would put you on a "secret mission" of rescuing daddy from his lab where he was being held captive by his mind. Later on, you realised that the game had a lot more truths to it than one would imagine. You were even the person to ask your dad to marry Steve.
"Okay sweetie, give this little box to your dad and tell him it's from me," Steve had whispered to you. The both of you had stood in the elevator, on your way down to Tony's lab where he had been for two days already. "I think he knows it's from you." You had whispered back, not really understanding why you were whispering. Steve had given you a lot of instructions on what to do since he had been incredibly nervous. When the doors had opened and you had seen your dad sat in his usual spot you turned to Steve and whispered. "I'm going in blind now. Your plans suck."
Steve had watched from the elevator as you had skipped over to your dad, beaming with happiness. "Hi, daddy!" you had greeted Tony, who had put his screwdriver down and bent down to pick you up. "Hi, sweetie." Tony had greeted you back and placed you on his table, waiting eagerly on your next move. Steve had watched as you swung your legs back and forth and talked your mouth off to your dad whatever it was that had invaded your mind at the age of nine. It was most likely something about your birthday gifts that you got a couple of days earlier. Steve found the sight absolutely adorable, Tony had been hanging at the edge of his seat while listening to you and you were swinging back and forth while talking about something. Tony had even commented on things in between like: "oh now she didn't!" and "Oh I bet!" only to be told off by you: "Daddy you're talking over me. If you're goim to treat your child this badly this young you better fear the old people home you're goim to be put into."
"Did you really come all this way on the elevator to tell me about all of this?" Tony had asked you once he was sure that you had finished talking. "Oh no I didn't. Dad wants to rim you and wanted me to ask you!" You had beamed with proudness, finally, you were getting ahead with your mission. Steve had facepalmed in the elevator, he was sure that Tony would break, but he didn't. "You know squid I think I'm going to need a little more information on this." Tony had said, holding in a lot of laughter. You had reached into your dungarees, finally pulling out the small box and handing it to Tony. "That's for the rim." You had said and pointed at the box. Steve would have killed to see Tony's face at that moment when he had opened the box. Steve had seen how a wide smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Sweetie we talked about that -ng sound." Tony had finally said. You had huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. It wasn't your fault that sometimes others didn't understand you! When you got excited things sometimes got a little jumbled up.
Tony had turned to you after placing the box back on the table. "Will you tell daddy that I would love to wear the ring?" Tony had said and reached to put you back down from the table. "You can tell daddy yourself." You had said and pointed at Steve who was just walking out of the elevator. Tony turned to look at Steve. "So you want to rim me?" Tony had asked Steve who coughed to hide his laughter. "We practised but it didn't really work out," Steve said and placed his hand on Tony's shoulder. "Well daddy's plans suck so I had to go in blind!" you had tried to defend yourself. Tony had agreed with you. "So that's off the table?" Tony asked, looking up to Steve. "No definitely not, it just depends on if you say yes," Steve said, trying to make himself seem confident when in reality he was shitting himself. Tony grabbed the box and placed the ring inside on his finger. "Consider me a rimmed man!" he said and stood up from his chair to kiss Steve.
You shuddered at the sudden flashback, both of your dad's looked at you, concerned. "Just thought about when dad proposed. Just got the joke," You said and scrunched up your nose in disgust. Steve and Tony both laughed.
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lovemeleo · 3 years
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Valentine’s Day with kids
It’s literally 38 minutes until the end of Valentine’s Day but I finally finished! Y’all know I had to get some Coops with Asher for Valentine’s day! This was so fun to write, so I hope you all enjoy! Coops and the SW world belongs to forever fantastic @lumosinlove but Asher Pascal is my OC!
Here is the rest of the Asher Pascal series if you haven’t read any of those yet!
cw: mentions of food
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There was a big difference between Valentine’s day with and without a child. Today was the day Sirius and Remus were finding that out. They had two Valentine days together prior to this one but now they had Asher as well.
A few of their teammates had even offered to watch Asher for them so they could go out for dinner, but they turned them all down. There was all the time in the world to go for dinner dates or to the movies or whatever else they would have planned. They decided with this being Asher’s first Valentine’s day, they would celebrate with him. 
The night before, they had gone to the grocery store and purchased tons of Valentine’s day things, decorations for the house, tons of construction paper to make valentines. After Asher had gone to sleep, they hung pink and red streamers and hearts all over the kitchen, throughout the hall. Sirius and Remus fell into bed around 11pm, too tired to even pull the blankets over themselves.
Around 7 the next morning, they began to hear movement from the baby monitor. Sirius let out a groan, pressing his face into the pillows, “The mini monster is moving.” He mumbled, his voice muffled.
“Maybe if we stay quiet, he’ll go back to sleep. And we can sleep a bit longer.” Remus murmured from where he was cuddled into Sirius’s side.
Just as they started dozing off, a tiny voice started calling to them through the monitor, “Dad! Daddy! Hello! It’s me, Asher!” Remus couldn’t help but laugh, as he pressed his face into Sirius’s shoulder.
Grumbling softly, Sirius began sitting up, “It appears we’re being summoned.” He said as he sat up. Before he could get out of bed, Sirius was pulled back down for a kiss, both of them smiling into it.
“Happy Valentine’s day, baby.” Remus murmured against his lips. 
Sirius hummed happily as he pulled away, “Happy Valentine’s day, mon loup. I-”
“Hello?!” A tapping sound followed the insistent voice, cutting Sirius off as they both glanced over at the monitor. Sirius shook his head with a laugh, tugging on a pair of sweats before heading down the hall to Asher’s room.
The child in question was standing in his crib in his footie pajamas, staring at the door impatiently, “Daddy, I called you.”
Shaking his head fondly, Sirius lifted Asher out of the crib and rested him on his hip, “Terribly sorry, mon petit.” He said as they began to make their way down the hall. Asher’s eyes widened as he looked at all the decorations.
“The house is so pretty.” The little boy murmured, eyes on the sparkly hearts that covered the walls.
Remus met up with them in the kitchen, smiling as he saw Asher’s wide eyes, “Ready for pancakes?” He asked as he started getting the ingredients out. Sirius rested Asher on the counter in between them as he wiggled happily.
“Looove pancakes! Can we make them pretty too?” He asked, looking up at Remus. As if he could ever say no to that face. 
Pulling out the food coloring, Remus set them next to the big mixing bowl, “Of course, we’ve got a couple different colors.” 
“Red, please!” Asher said with a happy grin. They had started teaching Asher colors recently. To absolutely no one’s surprise, his favorite color? Gryffindor red. Though he still struggled to say Gryffindor. 
Remus added the red into pancake batter before he began mixing it together. Leaning over the bowl carefully, Asher watched as the red swirled into the batter, “Perfect.” He whispered quietly.
“What color is it now, Ash?” Sirius asked, keeping his hands on either side of Asher to make sure he didn’t fall off the counter.
Asher’s eyebrows furrowed as he kicked his feet, bouncing them off the counter, “Umm.. Pink?” He said, glancing up at Remus.
Nodding, Remus smiled big, “Great job, Ash!” He said, holding up his hand for a high five. Wiggling happily in his spot, Asher reached up and high fived Remus. 
As Remus began to put the pancakes on the griddle, Sirius moved Asher to his highchair, “So after pancakes, we get to start making our valentines. Who’re you gonna make them for?” He asked as he got him buckled in.
Asher hummed softly as he thought, “It’s a long list, daddy. I need lots of paper.” He insisted.
Chuckling softly, Sirius started setting the table, “We’ve got tons of paper, don’t worry, bub.” Remus started setting out pancakes on their plates. He had managed to make them into the shape of hearts.
“Turning into a chef now, Loops?” Sirius said with a smile as he watched Remus make a smiley face on their pancakes with whipped cream and syrup on the top..
Asher gasped as they were put on his plate, “Daddy! They look so yummy!!” He said happily, grabbing his fork as he began to eat. They were trying to be better about letting him eat by himself, even if that meant a long bath afterwards. He was getting better though. They mostly just needed a washcloth nowadays instead of the whole bath.
The pile of pancakes was quickly demolished between the three of them, Sirius loading the dishwasher as Remus took Asher to wash up. Between the syrup and the whipped cream, the aftermath was a bit of a mess.
After the bath, he took Asher into his room, setting him on the floor as he started going through the closet, “Alright, Ash. What do we wanna wear today?”
“Red.” 
Remus let out a sigh, glancing back at him, “Helpful, very helpful. Which red? You wanna do the red leggings?”
Asher nodded quickly, getting up to pull them out of the drawer, “With my Gryff sweater, pleeease!” He insisted, quickly tugging the leggings on. The Gryff sweater was his favorite, it was a gift from the team and had his name on the back. As soon as Remus handed it to him, Asher was tugging it over his head, messy curls popping out of the top.
When they got back downstairs, Sirius had cleaned up the kitchen and gotten their own little valentine workshop set up in the living room. On top of the tons of construction paper, they had purchased glitter, new markers, glue and valentine’s themed stickers.
Remus set Asher down so he could run over to the table, and he quickly got his first piece of paper setup.
“Who’s that one for, Asher?” Remus asked as he sat across from him.
Asher looked up from the paper that was already covered in glitter, “It’s for my Le!” He said happily. He made a giant heart on the front, covering it with glue and then glitter. As soon as he was done, Sirius wrote Leo’s name on the bottom before setting it aside to dry.
This process was continued, and before they knew it, their living room was just covered in valentines. Asher insisted on making one for every single player on the team, as well as any of their family members he had met. It looked like a glitter bomb had exploded in their living room.
“We’re going to be covered in glitter for months.” Sirius muttered, glitter falling as he shook out his hair. 
Remus nodded as he picked it off his skin, watching as Asher finished up his last couple valentines, “Yeah. It’s going to be literally everywhere. We’re gonna deliver these in the locker room and then it’s going to be on the jerseys and the helmets.” He said with a chuckle.
Smirking, Sirius rested his head on Remus’s shoulder, “And they thought our team couldn’t get more gay. Wait until they see us coming onto the ice, covered in glitter.” 
They both started giggling, leaning into each other when Asher walked over, holding a piece of paper carefully.
“What you got there, mon chou?” Sirius asked with a smile, sitting up to pull Asher on his lap.
Asher looked up nervously, “This is yours.” He said, holding it out.
Both of their faces softened as Remus took it carefully, looking at the picture. He had drawn three stick people, holding hands in a big heart. It had glitter all around it and smiley faces. 
“That’s you with the short hair then Daddy, that’s you with long hair. And I’m in the middle. And we’re in a heart because I love you.” Asher said softly, fiddling with the bottom of his sweater.
Sirius sniffled softly, “Mon petit amour.. It’s perfect. We love you too.” 
“Yes, So much,” Remus whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “We’re going to have to get a frame for this. It’s a masterpiece.”
Asher smiled proudly, nuzzling in between them. 
Valentine’s Day with a kid was very different from Valentine’s day without one, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.
And neither would the entirety of the Lions who of course were covered in glitter for months, but still kept their valentines hung up in their locker room stalls.
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kiribakuhappiness · 3 years
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Barbarian bakugo replacing ua bakugo due to a quirk. Panic ensues and in kirishima's case, gay panic
(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt) ahhh, i actually have been planning a barbarian bakugou in yuuei setting story for some time now, so have some short excerpts from that! i know the ‘k’ tattoo on barbarian bakugou is supposed to be for ‘katsuki’ but i like to pretend that it stands for ‘kirishima’ <3
Kirishima quite literally could not cope.
“I know you,” the-Bakugou-who-could-not-really-be-Bakugou leaned closer into his space, pressing the tip of the blade of a sword into the soft underside of his chin. His face was so close, Kirishima could see all of the different flecks and shades of murderous red in his eyes. His nose scrunched up as he examined Kirishima’s features through a squinted, calculating gaze. “Have you ever been a dragon before?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he barred a set of white teeth and, for All Might’s sake, he was being 100% serious.
A quick breath stuttered past Kirishima’s stunned lips and he tried not to focus on just how quickly his heart was now racing in his chest. This Bakugou seemed highly unaware of what personal space was, a stark contrast from the hunched up friend he had grown used to spending his days with.
“Ah, n-not that I remember,” he laughed sheepishly and rubbed at the back of his neck. “I mean, I went as a dragon once for Halloween, but that was - “
“Hallow... So, it is witchcraft, then,” the-Bakugou-who-could-not-really-be-Bakugou-unless-he-had-somehow-picked-up-a-sudden-interest-in-roleplaying snapped, pressing the sharp tip into Kirishima’s chin more, who continued to resist the urge to harden against it. He glared and suddenly he turned his weapon onto Jirou, who looked like she was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing at the absurdity of this entire situation. “I am to assume that you are the fucking puppet master behind this intricate illusion, you witch!”
Jirou slapped her hands over her mouth and looked ready to cry as she snorted through her fingers.
“Where the hell is sensei when you need him?” Kaminari whined from his spot on the floor, struggling against the tape that bound him to Sero.
“Enough of your damn nonsense!” Bakugou snapped ironically, narrowing his eyes dangerously at Jirou. “I have a dragon to save and a war to rage. If you refuse to release me from this imprisonment, then I have no chose but to gut you and end this damn charm for myself!”
As much as Kirishima understood the seriousness of this situation, as the other Bakugou – who he was now certain was either concussed or some kind of ravenous warrior sent from another dimension – charged towards Jirou with every intention of slashing her in two, he still couldn’t help but acknowledge that was probably the manliest thing he has ever heard Bakugou say, as he raced forward and threw himself between the sharp edge of the sword and Jirou’s small frame, hardening in time to shatter the metal upon impact.
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“So,” Kirishima shifted awkwardly on the bed as he watched the other Bakugou wander around his room, lifting up books and flipping through them with a scowl before he tossed them aside to the floor and moved onto the next object. “Who are you?”
The other Bakugou picked up the lamp sitting on his desk and turned it around in his hands, feeling the weight and running cracked, calloused fingers over the metal before his sharp, dangerous eyes landed on Kirishima again.
“Katsuki,” he gruffed, as though it were obvious – which… what else had Kirishima really expected him to say? From what Aizawa-sensei had explained, he was Bakugou in nearly every sense of the word. Just a Bakugou Katsuki from another place, another time; plucked straight from another world. It was fascinating.
“No, I know,” Kirishima laughed and leaned his elbows against his thighs, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. “I mean, who are you really?”
The other Bakugou scowled at him, holding the lamp dumbly in his hand, before he, too, tossed that aside onto the ground, where it ‘tinkered’ about on the floor before falling still. Kirishima winced and hoped the light bulb hadn’t been busted, at least, before the other Bakugou straightened his shoulders and faced him with a hard expression.
“I am Bakugou Katsuki, rider of dragons and the barbarian’s first in command,” he eyed Kirishima critically before he said, with the same conviction and feral promise in his voice that Kirishima had heard him use when he was talking about being the number one hero, “… soon to be King of Musutafu.”
Kirishima blinked at him, mouth parted in awe. “Wow. That’s so fucking manly, dude.”
The other Bakugou smirked at him. “A barbarian is trained to be a man from a young age,” he commented easily, before his lips turned down into a scowl and his eyebrows notched together in concentration as he strode across the room with a confident stride, heavy fur boots clunking along the ground, before he stopped right in front of Kirishima and leaned into his space once more, using both hands to grab him by his jaw and forcing his thumbs into Kirishima’s mouth to push back his lips and expose his sharp teeth.
Kirishima floundered under the sudden intrusion, grabbing the other Bakugou by the wrists and trying to push him off to no avail. He’d never tell his Bakugou, but this Bakugou was much stronger than he was.
“You certain you’re not a fucking dragon?” The other Bakugou grunted, touching one of the sharp tips with the pad of his thumb. When it pricked through his skin and caused a bubble of blood to rise to the surface, he rubbed it thoughtfully between his fingertips.
“Easy with those!” Kirishima shouted, finally planting the palms of his hands hard into the other Bakugou’s bare chest and pushing him away. “Get out of my mouth, man. It’s weird,” he grumbled, ignoring the flush of heat on his cheeks and down the back of his neck as he wiped his mouth off with the sleeve of his shirt.
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“Stop.”
Kirishima huffed out a breath when his chest collided with the back of Bakugou’s arm before the other boy grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him behind him. “Dude, what are –“
“Shut up,” Bakugou snapped back at him. “There is someone ahead, can you not fucking hear it?”
Kirishima stalled and listened carefully. Around the corner, somewhere in the kitchen, he could hear a pair of voices talking lowly. It sounded like Kaminari and Jirou, though he couldn’t really understand what they were saying. He reached out and placed a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, gripping it tightly.
“Don’t worry about it man, lots of people live here. It’s just –“
The sound of the blender started, effectively drowning out Kaminari and Jirou’s voices, and sending Bakugou into some kind of rampage as he ripped his shoulder free and barreled into the kitchen ready to destroy the blender with his bare hands. Kirishima tried not to laugh as he hurried in after him.
-
“What’s this?” Kirishima asked, reaching out and just barely grazing a fingertip along the black ink.
The other Bakugou ripped his arm away and glared at him for a long moment before he turned his eyes resolutely back to sharpening his knife, an angry furrow in his brow. “None of your concern,” he snapped, and when he flicked the knife against the whetstone next, an array of little sparks crackled off of it into the air.
“Sorry,” Kirishima said, leaning back against the side of the bed and resigning himself to watch him continue to work in silence. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
The other Bakugou’s jaw clenched tightly as he slid the edge of the knife down the whetstone again, before he forced out, “It is the mark of my bond with my…” he paused, his expression loosening even as his grip on the whetstone became vice-like. “My partner…”
Kirishima reprimanded himself in his head for even asking in the first place. “The one you left behind in the other world, you mean?”
The other Bakugou nodded sharply, resuming his work with newfound determination. “I must find a way back to him,” he said, glaring in anger. “I cannot sit here and continue to twiddle my damn thumbs!” He shouted, standing to his feet and slamming the tip of the knife deep into the surface of the desk. “Not when he is out there fighting! I am meant to stand by his fucking side!”
Kirishima jumped up too, raising his hands in what he hoped was a placating manner. “Hey, I know, okay? You’re ready to get back to where you belong, raging wars and fighting gramlucks or whatever – “
“They are Gremlocks and they would better make a meal out of you than – “
“Right, right, right, grandma licks, I get all of that.”
The other Bakugou opened his mouth again, looking ready to rage, and Kirishima laughed before he waved his hands around.
“Sorry! I know! Gremlocks! Got it. You just need to give us some more time to find out who switched you all around in the first place and then we can – “
“Kill them,” The other Bakugou nodded as he snatched the knife out of the splintered wood and raised it between them with a feral grin.
Kirishima sighed and rested a hand on the other Bakugou’s wrist, bringing it back down to waist level and effectively removing the tip of an incredibly sharp object from his line of sight. “No,” he said with a shake of his head, ignoring the frown and angry squint the other Bakugou leveled him with. “No, then we can have them reverse the effects of their quirk and send you home.” You murderous idiot.
“Hm,” the other Bakugou grunted in contemplation, turning the knife around in his fingers, before he scowled hard at him. “You won’t kill them?”
Kirishima ran a hand over his face. “No. We aren’t going to kill them.”
“You are too weak to kill them,” the other Bakugou decided with a firm nod. He pointed the tip of his dagger at his own chest. “When the time comes, I shall kill them for you. To repay my fucking debt.”
“No!” Kirishima yelled, grabbing him by the shoulders. “No! Don’t do that!”
“I fucking must,” the other Bakugou argued with a snarl. “It is the way of the barbarians to show our gratitude in bloodshed!”
“But I’m not a barbarian!” Kirishima floundered. Of course, in an alternate universe Bakugou would still be hungry for blood. He really shouldn’t have expected any different.
“You sure do have the appetite of one, at least,” the other Bakugou snorted in amusement.
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what do you guys think? is this something you would want to read in full? i can probably get some edits done and have it up in a few days :)
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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years
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Dive Bar Ch. 11/11 - Fin
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Pairing: Dean x Sam
Rating: 18+
Summary: After a one night stand with a random college chick turns into a threesome that also featured his little brother, Dean- well, frankly, he panics. What’s even worse than gay panicking? Gay incest panicking. Luckily, Sam winds up being a little more cool about the whole thing than Dean ever would have imagined.
WC: 3,001
Tags: brother/brother incest, loss of anal virginity, anal sex, blow job, incest kink, dirty talk, top!sam, bottom!dean, happy ending - sue me 
Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr and @daydream3r-xo
Divider: @firefly-graphics ❤️
A/N: Okay I’m gonna do a separate post with a long sappy note so this post doesn’t become a mile long but TLDR - thank you for reading and coming with me on this wild ride 🥰
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Chapter 10
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A few weeks later
Another hunt. Another drink. Another dive bar.
Sam killed his beer before Dean could even get his lips around his own, and once he saw Sam downing the drink, condensation running over his knuckles, his lips, down his throat– Dean didn’t care he had lost the game, he just wanted to lick the moisture off Sam’s neck.
“Take a picture,” Sam laughed when he noticed Dean’s staring, “it’ll last longer.” Dean dropped his gaze to his bottle and took a long swig. “Something on your mind?”
“Wh– nope, nothing,” Dean denied, seeing his beer off. “I’m buying right? You want the same?”
“Yeah, sure,” Sam looked suspicious, but let Dean go off to get their second round.
Dean grabbed the bartender’s attention and held up two fingers, pointing to the bottles he was returning, then dropped his head in his hands. God, he had to get himself under control. He couldn’t just zone out every time Sam did something that made him half hard in his jeans – he’d wind up getting them both killed at some point. It didn’t help that every time Sam had tried to fuck him, he’d chicken out the second he got another look at Sam’s dick. He needed to nut up and go through with it already. The bartender pushed new drinks at Dean, breaking him out of his reverie.
When he spun back towards Sam with their drinks, he saw a table of girls a few spots over from them making eyes at Sam, and he noticed one in particular looked exactly his type. She had those ‘come hither’ bedroom eyes, long hair you could wrap your hands up in, great boobs – This is perfect.
“You’ve got an admirer little bro,” Dean teased when he dropped the fresh bottle on the table in front of Sam. Sam glanced up and noticed the girl Dean was talking about, dropping his head behind his hair quickly. Dean caught her eye and gave her a wink before taking a draught of his beer and turning back to Sam.
“Stop being a jerk,” Sam shoved at Dean, “it’s not nice to lead people on.”
“What if I’m not?” Dean held his breath as he watched Sam’s face, unsure of how he was going to react to that.
“What are you asking me, Dean?” Sam fingered the label on his beer bottle – one of his nervous tics – and Dean realised he fucked that up.
“No! That’s – shit, that’s not what I meant. I meant like, what we did before, with Dany, we… y’know.” Dean fumbled through an explanation, but he saw Sam let out a breath and knew he was okay.
“You want to have another threesome?” Sam smirked, bemused, which was better than pissed so Dean was fine with that.
“Why not?” he shrugged, glancing back to the girl, who was still checking them both out, before focusing back on Sam. “We were pretty damn good at it the first time,” Dean grinned, pulling a huff from Sam.
“Yeah,” he shrugged, still smirking at Dean, “it was good.” Sam’s smirking was starting to unnerve Dean a little.
“And, y’know, the past couple weeks have been – awesome, really – but maybe we uh, spice things up again, huh?” Dean waited for Sam to chime in with something, maybe tell him what all the goddamn smirking was about.
“Already getting bored of me, Dean?” Sam’s smirk was actually becoming irritating, now.
“You know that’s not what I meant, stop being a bitch,” Dean grunted. Sam laughed to himself and took another drink. “So, what d’ya say, Sammy?” Dean waggled his brow, trying to draw an answer out of his brother. “Show another gal the time of her life?”
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Sam could tell Dean was stalling. He’d been jumpy the past few times Sam had brought up having actual sexual intercourse – his cock in Dean’s ass – saying he wanted it, but not letting Sam go past fingering him open a little. And now Dean was finding another excuse to put it off, and Sam was getting desperate. It was time to give Dean a push off his cliff.
“We can do it again,” Sam nodded, rounding the table so he was behind Dean, and looking towards the girl he’d been pointing out. “But not just yet.”
“Hm?” Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam, puzzled. Sam bent over his big brother, bringing his lips close enough to his ear that he wouldn’t have to shout to be heard in the crowded bar.
“I don’t want anyone else fucking you before I get the chance to do it properly.” Sam felt Dean shiver against him. “Gonna let me fuck you, big brother?”
“Fuck,” Dean exhaled, trying to compose himself behind a swig of his drink.
“How much longer you gonna hold out on me?” Sam scraped his teeth along the back of Dean’s ear, pulling a whimper from him.
“You know what, fine,” Dean stood abruptly, knocking Sam off balance behind him. “You wanna do this? Let’s do this. Get in the car, Sam.”
Sam grinned triumphantly as he followed Dean out of the bar and out to the Impala, back to their motel room for the night.
-
Sam pushed Dean against the door the second it closed behind them. They were good at this part. He could take Dean apart with a few calculated bites along his neck and some very enthusiastic kissing, and Dean was becoming more and more comfortable letting himself be putty in Sam’s hands.
Not that Dean didn’t have the same effect on Sam. A short tug on his hair and Dean’s tongue between his lips and he would melt in his brother’s arms. Dean was a mind-blowing kisser.
Sam trailed his hands down Dean’s arms and grabbed his wrists, pulling him off the wall and towards the bed; still messy from the previous night. He sat Dean down on the mattress and stood back to strip off his shirts. He felt Dean’s hands at his belt undoing the buckle so he could pull his jeans down, and Sam kicked them off along with his boots. Dean went to unbutton his own shirt but Sam stopped him.
“Hey – I want to do that.” Dean gave him a confused sort of smile, but let Sam’s fingers cover his and take over stripping him out of his layers. He kissed Dean again, sucking on his lower lip and licking into his mouth, inhaling his every breath - consuming him. He dragged his fingers over every inch of skin that was revealed as he pulled off the flannel and then the t-shirt, kissing down his legs as he tugged him out of his jeans, before he had to kneel to unlace Dean’s boots. Dean propped himself up on his elbows to look down at Sam, still knelt at his feet.
“I know what you’re doing Sam, so you can quit it now,” Dean griped. “Stop treating me like some blushing virgin, I’m not a girl.” Sam grinned wolfishly and sprang back on the bed once he’d gotten Dean’s jeans off.
“No, you’re definitely not a girl,” he agreed, squeezing the bulge in Dean’s underwear and pulling a groan from his brother. “But I’m still gonna make you scream like one,” Sam breathed against Dean’s lips before he devoured them. “Gonna make you feel so good, Dean,” Sam groaned, pushing his hand into Dean’s briefs and grabbing hold of his length. “Love your cock so much, so hot,” Sam wasn’t sure what he was saying anymore, whatever popped into his head was going straight to his mouth without any filter, which wasn’t helped by the fact that Dean had gotten his hand inside Sam’s boxers and was jerking him off now too.
“God, wanted this for so long,” Sam moaned, sucking a bruise into the join between Dean’s shoulder and his throat. “Thought about fucking you so much,” Sam admitted, to hell with embarrassment at this point. “When I went home with that guy from the bar, I wanted it to be you. I thought about you when I was fucking him – said your name when I came inside him.”
“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean groaned, his mocking tone not disguising his arousal very well, “s’cute you’re so sweet on me.”
“Shut up,” Sam bit at Dean’s lip gently, “before I make you.”
“So then make me,” Dean growled, flipping them so Sam was below him and he could grind their erections together while he sucked his own mark into Sam’s skin. He dragged his lips down Sam’s chest, goal evident. Sam didn’t want to get too carried away, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want Dean’s mouth on him; blowjobs were a skill Dean had really been perfecting over the past few weeks.
Dean hummed happily when he got Sam’s cock in his mouth, and Sam relished the wet warmth that enveloped him, thrusting up into Dean involuntarily.
“Someone’s eager,” Dean chuckled before taking Sam back in his mouth.
“Someone’s being a tease,” Sam grunted, hauling himself up on his elbows so he could pull Dean off his dick and throw him onto his side on the bed. They kissed again, Dean wrapping his arms around Sam and getting his hands in his hair, like he knew Sam liked. Without breaking from the kiss, Sam grabbed for the lube that was still under the pillow from the previous night.
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Dean was expecting what came next, and didn’t flinch when he felt Sam’s fingers trailing over his ass and dipping between his cheeks to find his entrance. Sam kept the touches light, teasing – soothing – until he felt Dean relax against him again.
“I want you to do it,” Sam breathed against his neck. Dean didn’t follow.
“Want me to do what?”
“Get yourself ready for me,” Sam elaborated, kissing along Dean’s neck. “Want you to finger yourself open for me.”
“Why?” Dean wasn’t necessarily opposed to the idea, but Sam had always been the one to do this part before.
“Because you’ll be able to feel when you’re ready, won’t be as nervous.” Sam kissed further down Dean’s chest, stopping to suck one of his nipples into his mouth, and pulling a gasp from Dean. “Plus, I think it would be hot,” he grinned up at Dean. “Want to see fucking yourself so good on your fingers that you’re begging for my cock.”
Dean felt his cock twitch against Sam’s hip, and he had to admit, when he said it like that, it did sound fucking incredible. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He grabbed the lube from Sam and turned over so he was on his knees, letting his shoulders drop to the mattress, his ass in the air.
“Fuck, you look hot like that,” Sam moaned. Dean could see Sam was touching himself as he watched and found that he liked putting on a bit of a show.
“You like watching me, Sammy?” Dean shivered as he pushed one slicked-up finger into himself. “Like thinkin’ ‘bout how much you wanna fuck me while you touch yourself?” He started to move his finger inside himself, in and out, searching… “Like thinkin’ about your big brother when you get off?” Dean moaned when his fingertip skirted by the spot he was trying to find.
“Fuck, yes,” Sam breathed, eyes fixed on Dean’s finger moving in and out of his ass. “Add another one, Dean.” Dean did as he was told and added a second finger, hissing at the stretch. “There you go.” Sam reached between his legs to play with Dean’s cock, and his hand felt so fucking good against his skin. That, coupled with the fact that Dean had managed to find the spot inside his ass Sam had shown him that made everything go fuzzy, Dean was pretty blissed out. “Think you can do one more for me?” Sam squeezed his fingers in a ring around the head of Dean’s cock, drawing another whimper from him.
Dean nodded and pulled his hand away to add more lube, and went back to his hole with three fingers. He pressed at his entrance slowly, testing the give, and found that when he finally pushed his fingers inside, he loved how full he felt, and he loved the small tingle of pain that was mixing with the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck.” Pumping his fingers into himself faster, Dean groaned wantonly, unreserved, relaxing into the feeling of being stretched so open.
“Think you’re ready?” Sam asked, obviously hopeful.
“Yeah,” Dean gasped, “yeah, Sam, want you. Please.” He let himself sag to the bed and rolled over onto his back. Sam kissed him shortly and pulled back, searching his eyes for one last okay, before Dean felt the tip of Sam’s cock pressing against his entrance.
When Sam pushed inside of him, Dean’s whole world whited out. He was bigger than the fingers he had been working himself with, and so fucking hard, but Dean loved every second of it. He couldn’t believe he’d made Sam wait to do this for so long.
“Oh my god, Sam, fuck -“ Dean panted.
“Told ya I’d make you feel good,” Sam groaned, pushing in a little more. “You’re doing so good, De, taking me so fucking good, so fucking tight.”
“Goddamn, you really never shut up, do ya Sammy?”
“Sorry,” Sam ducked his head into Dean’s neck, embarrassed.
“No, hey,” Dean pulled Sam back up to face him. “S’okay little brother. I, uh – I kinda like it.”
“Yeah?” Sam’s grin was unsure, but relieved.
“Yeah,” Dean nodded, kissing along the column of Sam’s neck, sucking the skin between his lips to leave another mark. “Never would have thought you’d be so good at dirty talk.”
“That’s not the only thing I’m good at,” Sam smirked, and pressed the last inch of himself inside Dean, pulling a muffled ‘fuck’ from Dean. “You still good?” Sam checked.
“So good,” Dean moaned, pressing his hips back into Sam’s, like he was hoping to fuse the two of them together permanently.
“Can I move yet, or do you need a minute?” Sam asked.
“Would you just shut up and fuck me alrea –” Dean’s gripe was cut off abruptly by a moan when Sam pulled his hips back and slammed home again. Dean couldn’t get too many words out after that – the pleasure thrumming through his body had short circuited his brain. All he could think about, all he could feel, was Sam’s cock moving inside of him. The hot drag of Sam’s flesh against his was intoxicating, and he felt himself fucking his hips back up into Sam’s without necessarily deciding to do that.
“Shit, that’s it baby,” Sam hissed through gritted teeth, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “Feel so good Dean.” Dean could barely manage a whimper in acknowledgement. Sam leaned back on his heels to get better leverage, moving Dean’s ankles to his shoulders, and on the next thrust in he found Dean’s prostate, which Dean’s choked whine made very clear. “There we go,” Sam grinned down at him. “Bet you're glad I didn’t let you go home with that girl now, huh? No girl could ever make you feel like this, could they?”
“No,” Dean admitted. “Fuck no.” And it was true. Sex had never felt this intense before, this all-consuming, this nerve-frying. Sam hadn’t even touched his cock since he’d pushed inside him and he was already so fucking close to losing it. And he knew Sam could tell, too.
“You gonna cum for me, big brother?” Sam started fucking into him even harder, quicker. “Gonna cum with your little brother’s cock inside you?” Dean thought he nodded, but to be honest, he couldn’t be sure. “Good,” Sam groaned, “because I am so fucking close.”
Dean reached up to pull Sam back down to him. He wanted every inch of his body covered by Sam’s, wanted to drown under him. They kissed fiercely, tongues tangling and teeth clacking against each other as Sam fucked him faster and faster. The sweat coating their bodies made for an easy slide of Sam’s stomach against Dean’s cock and that extra bit of pressure was exactly what he needed to finally spiral out of control. He came noiselessly, any sound he might have made dying in his throat as every muscle in his body seized up. Thick white spurts caught against the hair on their chests, smearing between them.
“Holy shit,” Sam gasped as he suddenly ceased his frantic pace and froze, cock buried inside of Dean as deep as it could go. “Fuck,” Sam’s whimper was barely audible, but it was there. Dean’s hands absentmindedly combed through Sam’s hair as they both calmed down their breathing, soothing his little brother like he’d always tried to do, even though, given the circumstances, it probably should have been the other way around right now.
Eventually, Sam pulled out carefully and flopped down on the vacant side of the mattress. Dean dragged the crumpled sheet from the foot of the bed and wiped over his chest, then over Sam’s, to get the cum off before it dried too badly, before dropping back against the pillows and rolling into Sam’s side. He felt Sam startle for a moment before pulling Dean against him, arm curling around his shoulder.
“Hey, you okay, man?” Sam’s voice was soft, like he was worried he would scare Dean off.
“Yeah,” Dean considered, “yeah, I’m good, brother.”
“Not too disappointed I didn’t let that blonde come back with us?”
Dean laughed. “No, Sammy, not disappointed.”
“What if I said that … I thought that – maybe – I wanted you all to myself from now on?” Sam’s eyes caught his, hesitant.
“I’d say…” Dean let sharp exhale and a short laugh. “I’d say, it’s always been you and me. And I’ve never needed anyone else.”
Sam beamed down at him. “Good enough for me.”
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eddieeatsass · 4 years
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Put Your Hand in Mine
Summary: "It had been two years since he'd first kissed Eddie, and Richie was still unequivocally in love with him. He'd deluded himself into believing that his crush on Eddie would fade as time passed, that the memory of those soft lips would stop plaguing his dreams. But it only got worse as they grew, and as Eddie continued to shine brighter than the fucking sun. So sue him, he was head over heels." Pairing: Reddie Rating: T Read on AO3
It had been two years since he'd first kissed Eddie, and Richie was still unequivocally in love with him.
He'd deluded himself into believing that his crush on Eddie would fade as time passed, that the memory of those soft lips would stop plaguing his dreams. But it only got worse as they grew, and as Eddie continued to shine brighter than the fucking sun.
So sue him, he was head over heels.
Eddie seemed as oblivious as ever, and Richie had never been more thankful for anything in his life. Richie could get away with pining as openly as he wanted, and Eddie remained none the wiser.
He'd settled into comfort knowing Eddie was blissfully unaware of the way Richie felt about him. In fact, he preferred it that way. If Eddie found out, they'd have to have a conversation that would undoubtedly lead to Richie dying right there on the spot. So, Richie would much rather just pine from afar and avoid that whole situation.
Eddie's obliviousness is exactly why Richie felt so secure in asking Eddie to the movies that weekend. It had been a while since they'd done something just the two of them, and even though the one on one hangouts caused butterflies to scatter about Richie's stomach, he still longed for the moments he got to savor between just the two of then
Richie sometimes let himself indulge in the delusion that they were doing these things together as a couple, that when they sat together in the dark theater, Richie could reach over and intertwine their fingers. That he could feed him popcorn and then kiss those buttery lips when no one was looking. It was embarrassing really, that Richie would spend their time together pretending it was a date while Eddie simply enjoyed his time with a friend, but Richie allowed himself these small vices.
That vice, however, was a lot harder to reign in when Eddie showed up looking far more put together than what was strictly necessary for the movies. He was wearing a brand-new button down that Richie didn't recognize, and his hair seemed freshly cut. Richie just about lost his ability to function, fighting against everything just to keep from reaching out and grabbing Eddie by the waist, allowing the line between reality and his fantasy to merge.
"Hey Rich!" Eddie greeted him with that sunny smile that made Richie's world spin on its axis. Richie thanked the gods that he was leaning against a wall for support he hadn't realized would come in handy.
"Wow Eds, looking mighty fancy for a showing of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles." Richie commented, hoping he'd been able to school his tone enough not to reveal his current state.
Eddie shrugged, looking down at himself as if to assess Richie's claim.
"I know you're used to wearing the same three shirts on repeat, but normal people actually buy new clothes every once in a while." Eddie teased.
"Touché."
"Got the tickets?" Eddie asked.
Richie's legs stopped threatening to give out beneath him for long enough to push himself off the wall and begin making his way towards the theater entrance. He held up two tickets over his shoulder in response.
"Don't say I never treat ya, kid."
Really, Richie owed Eddie money from the last time they'd gone out, so it wasn't like he was paying for Eddie exactly. If he'd given the money straight to Eddie, it would have gone towards the ticket anyway, but this way Richie got to continue the charade in his head of being the doting date to one Eddie Kaspbrak.
They stopped for popcorn on the way to their theater room. Richie got M&Ms for Eddie because be knew he liked to dump them into the popcorn, and Eddie got an extra water because be knew Richie always got thirsty halfway through the popcorn bag. With their arms full and goofy smiles carrying them down the hall, they made their way to their seats.
Richie had almost digested all the butterflies that had made their home in his stomach. There were still a few that would flutter when Eddie looked at him a certain way, or when their fingers would brush as they passed the popcorn back and forth, but Richie was feeling much more capable of taming his betraying body than he was ten minutes ago.
The previews came and went, lighting up the theater with promises of future movies that Eddie and Richie would dedicate themselves to seeing. Every time Eddie would lean over and whisper a little ‘we need to see that’, Richie’s heart would flutter at the thought of being able to do this all over again.
When the movie finally started, they sank down into their seats and turned their full attention to the screen. It was a welcome distraction for Richie, and he let himself be fully pulled into the show unfolding before them.
 It was about 45 minutes into the movie when things changed. Their popcorn had long been finished, the bag sitting empty at their feet, and Richie was on his second water bottle (thank you Eddie). A fight was unfolding on screen, a battle between the ninja turtles and a new villain Richie didn’t recognize from the comics. He was so invested in the story that he almost didn’t realize when Eddie snaked his hand into Richie’s, which laid across their shared armrest with accidental invitation.
Richie jolted in his seat, having to physically hold back from letting out a noise that would probably get them kicked out. His head spun to regard Eddie whose head was still engrossed with whatever was happening in front of them.
Richie’s body felt like it was shutting down, stopping all executive functions in favor of rerouting his energy to the part of his brain that was trying to figure out what the fuck was happening.
The most logical reason Richie was able to come up with was that Eddie was a little shit.
Eddie always berated Richie for taking up the entire arm rest to himself every time they went to the movies, so this was probably his way of teaching Richie a lesson. He could almost hear Eddie’s voice saying ‘Well, I wouldn’t have to do this if somebody had learned the concept of sharing in kindergarten’.
Richie decided then that if Eddie was going to be petty, then so was he. He would hold Eddie’s hand until it got sweaty and unbearable.
 It never got sweaty and unbearable. In fact, the longer they held hands, the more Richie sank into the comfort it offered him. By the time the credits were rolling, it felt like second nature. Of course they were holding hands, this was Eddie and Richie loved him and therefore he held his hand.
That’s when the realization hit Richie like a freight train. He’d allowed himself to be consumed by his daydream, convinced himself that they were on a date and Eddie loved him back and unicorns existed.
Richie suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
“I gotta go take a piss.” Richie muttered, shooting up from his seat and speed walking out the door.
His hand tingled, still warm from the heat of Eddie’s. Richie shook it violently as if he could wick off his feelings like water.
 Richie took twice as long as he needed to in the washroom, dreading what was to come when he left the safety of his stall. He practiced what he was going to say to Eddie enough times that he was sure the entire male population at the theater had heard him, but he still found himself speechless when he walked out of the bathroom to see Eddie waiting for him.
“Hey.” Eddie smiled encouragingly.
“Hey.” Richie answered, mouth flapping open and shut like a fish out of water.
“So, if you want, uh, we can just forget that ever happened.” Eddie blurted suddenly.
“Do… you want to pretend it never happened?” Richie asked cautiously, trying to read Eddie’s expression.
Eddie took a moment before shaking his head. It was such a small movement Richie might have missed it if he hadn’t been observing Eddie so closely.
“It’s fine, Eds.” Richie continued nervously. “I’m no stranger to taking the joke too far. And now I’ve learned my lesson, I promise to never hog the arm rest ever again.”
Eddie’s face contorted in confusion, causing Richie’s to mimic the same.
“Wait, what are you talking about?”
Richie stared at Eddie calculatingly.
“…What are you talking about?”
“Richie.” Eddie sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “What is going on in your head right now.”
“Uhhhhh, you held my hand because you wanted the arm rest.” Richie babbled dumbly.
Eddie continued to stare at him, that same amusement now accompanied by a smug little smile.
“And does that make sense?” Eddie’s tone was teasing.
“What other explanation is there?”
“That maybe…” Eddie’s hand reached forward, brushing against Richie’s delicately. “I just wanted to hold your hand.”
“That’s even less logical than my reasoning.” Richie countered with an exhausted huff.
“Why?”
Eddie’s face was completely open, but there was something vulnerable there too. Something Richie hadn’t seen in a long time, not since-
“Eds… are you… gay?” Richie made sure to ask in a hush, leaning closer to Eddie so those around them couldn’t overhear.
Eddie leaned in as well, closing the space between them until there was only a breath between their lips. Flashes of the first time they kissed clouded Richie’s thoughts. Eddie had grown so much since then, filled out into a body that harnessed all his allure in the perfect package. Richie wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him now.
“Are you?” Eddie whispered.
Richie gulped, nodding even though he had a feeling Eddie already knew the answer. In fact, it was seeming more and more likely that Eddie was privy to much more than Richie’d thought he was, and that realization was terrifying.
“Good, I’m glad we have that settled.” Eddie stated in an almost business-like fashion. Richie almost cracked a smile. "Hopefully our second date goes better than this one has."
Richie’s entire face went blank.
"THIS WAS A DATE?!" Richie shouted, earning a shush from Eddie through unrestrained giggles.
"Come on, Rich, I'm not completely oblivious. I knew you were asking me on a non-official-date date. I've known you for years, I know your tells."
"What tells? I have tells!?"
Before Richie could get an answer, Eddie was joining their hands once again, this time dragging Richie behind him towards the theater exit.
"What tells, Eddie?!"
Eddie simply looked over his shoulder, all innocent eyes and bashful smile. He seemed determined to keep his secrets for now, and to Richie's surprise, he didn't care all that much.
Because Richie was holding Eddie's hand, and it was infinitely better than that silly kiss had been all those years ago. This signified something, it was the start of Richie’s fantasies bleeding into reality, tangible in the way Eddie’s hand slotted perfectly into his.
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sjw-publishings · 4 years
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Man-aging your time
Foreign Relations
(Asian twist on @dumb-and-jocked story, Corporate Progression)
Edgar Han was never fond of conferences, specially ones he was forced to attend due to pressure from his company. As a college intern, he gave it his all to ensure a good grade and possibly a head-start in his business.
He was wrong.
Working at Wong.Inc, the 21 year old was constantly asked and tasked with menial errands all day, filing papers and serving coffee. Now he was asked to be an usher for a conference meeting with TenHaken Corporation.
Dressed in a black polo and khaki pants, he tapped his dress shoes impatiently, being forced to come far too early and way before any of the other interns showed up. He was pretty lean, sort of lanky as he did not do sports. Long hair was tied to a ponytail, as he kept it maintained and groomed so as to not leave a bad impression.
He wondered if it was because they were aware that he and his boyfriend, two of their interns, were gay. But he seemed to be getting the shorter end of the stick...maybe cause he actually cared about his grades and future career, they ended up treating him harsher?
Nevertheless, he did have a slimmer of hope, maybe if he left a good impression today, he could maybe...
“Aren’t you going to shake hands with me?”
Standing before him was a tall, handsome daddy who was bulked up with muscle, thick biceps straining against his suit, and the most devious looking grin that screamed corporate evil...but....it was so hot.
“S...Sorry Mr TenHaken Sir!”
He extended out his hand, as the Boss of the other company grabbed it and gave it a good shook. Snapping his mind away from his worries...and distracting it with...his strong scent infused with cologne.
And those hands, those warm..., and manly hands.
“So you are one of the few interns that...?”
“Yes...alongside my boyfriend...”
He responded in a daze, entranced by the scent. Yes he may go through several hoops just to impress the higher ups, even at the expense of his relationship with his boyfriend, but he would never reveal their relationship in a workplace setting...especially considering some of the higher ups may be homophobic.
A brief wave of disgust shown in the Boss’s countenance, before he returned to grinning madly as he let go of the shake. Giving a firm pat on the young asian man’s back, he spoke in his richly, deep voice.
“Splendid, you’d be perfect...”
The man sauntered into the conference room, bringing along most of his musky aroma and thick cologne with him...but of course, leaving some behind. The young intern blinked, realising what a poor attempt of a greeting that was, and to the BOSS of the other company too!
What is he going to do?
“Did ya watch the game last night?”
Snapping out of his thoughts, a suburban looking man in a suit asked him the question, sticking out his hand with a dopey looking grin. Almost sporting a similar thickness of the cologne the Boss wore...but more mild...and friendly.
“Uh...maybe I did?”
He grabbed ahold of the other mans hand, giving a firm shake as rehearsed. He may just be an intern, and maybe he fumbled with the greeting with the Boss, but he was going to give it his all with the next few introductions.
The shake, while it was a matter of seconds, seemed to last longer in his mind, as he felt the warm spreading from the thickness of those fatherly palms, and rough wrinkles that had definitely were from the years of prime in his youth.
“What maybe I did? Of course I did!”
Of course I did? He thought, scratching his head with his other hand, which felt oddly warm as well. Mirroring the other, as those palms expanded with a former grip, sun-kissed tan bathing their digits as it spread all over their palms. Crunching the older man’s hands, as the university intern smirked.
“Of course I did!”
“Atta Boy!”
The older father figure looped his arms around him, as he...slightly reluctantly, did the same. The tan had spread down his wrists, past the forearms and to those biceps. Giving a firm masculine boost as testosterone swelled his arms, thickening like he definitely lifted a lot.
He wasn’t into sports much, but he did lift a little...especially after some pestering with Mr Craig, the really nice man from the other company. Tasked to do some stock checking and other stuff before the event, they chatted quite a bit and surprisingly had clique very well.
“So what are ya doing out here shaking hands?”
“Oh I...uh was asked to shake hands?”
“What are ya talking about? That stuff was for the interns!”
Bedgaric blinked, interns? But wasn’t he...no. He moved past that stage a couple of years ago, and thinking back, the company never asked him to go stand at the door and shake hands when he was interning in Wong.Inc.
But he felt like...he needed to do this. Setting a good example for the future interns, and hoping they don’t slack off like his lazy young boyfriend. Straightening his back, not noticing he was now about the same height as Craig.
“Its merely in my good nature...gotta reflect well on the company!”
“And that’s right why we bonded right away!”
The man beamed, feeling at ease with his colleague as they were often paired together to strengthen relationships between both companies. Despite the obvious age and ranking differences, it was clear to the company that he was fit for the job.
As his mentor-figure rubbed against his sore shoulders, his shoulder blades clacked, as it was evident that the dark tan worked its magic there. Working out and making up for those wasted years, the 28 year old definitely made gains as his back rippled against the Polo tee he wore. Strapping muscles that he could recall several men, and girls ogling after him on a daily basis. Though he was into boyfriend Conan, many others were also into him too.
“Anyways...remember that bit? TOUCHDOWN!”
“Ah yeah! Man was that CLOSE!”
Resting his strong muscular arm easily on the other man, he was really into football, though he never made the team when he was younger. Too much of a pansy back then, but Craig really manned him up like the big brother figure he is.
Often watching football during the breaks, and a couple of roughhousing with Craig and a couple of his older friends. They had a blast!
Bendgardict, being the tall and bulky asian man he is, was assigned to be on defence. Recalling the impact the football nearly hitting his core, but his strong goalkeeper-esque hands catching it...definitely something he picked up during his soccer days.
Indeed, he had played soccer a ton, he was a jock after all. Legs thickening to hard trunks, as the hot tan spread with light dusting of hair at every spot. Feet surely sprung forth, as the heavy clunking of those dark polished dress shoes now spotted his attire.
Giving a huge SWING to Craig, broad shoulders rippling beneath his attire, he crossed his arms and smirked. Clutching every football toss to his core, abdominals crunching numbers as pectorals bounced back with even more force, a defender to the core, that’s the man he was.
Standing firm and tall, his polo shirt could barely contain the rippling maturity as the sound of satisfying rips echoed his larger bod. Material shifting to a more presentable cotton, bleached white as sleeves rolled themselves neatly down his arms. Spotting on a white dress shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned, accenting his frame like the Chad he is.
He had some hesitations displaying himself, but he shook it off, knowing if God gave him a body like this, he should use it to the fullest. God? Must be Craig’s Church influencing him quite a lot, he believed, still new to it though.
“From production manager to executive director...Eugene definitely went bonkers last night...”
“Hah! Serves him right to go against our team!”
The two of them continued chatting about work experiences, the game, and altogether men stuff. Time flew by effortlessly, alongside maturity. The Associate ranking up as they laughed heartily.
It wasn’t long until the asian man surpassed his peer in height, stopping at 6ft 2. He laughed heartily like a big brother, even though he was clearly younger...not by much, 5 years or so.
But he certainly ranked up a lot, after all, he did share similar beliefs to his higher ups and colleagues...those ‘hip’ millennials call them boomers, but their values really resonated within him. Something his...intern would not understand, with all his constant flirting in the office.
Presentability. An upper coating of expensive fabric layered over his dress shirt, as well as replacing that of his pants. Beige with faint magenta straight lines, ironing the wrinkles over his suit pants and jacket combo with a matching pocket square.
He had earned quite a handful sum after all, spending it wisely in investing in stocks and proper attire. Not like those games that millennials waste their money on.
Masculinity. This was done without question, which represented his sunbaked complexion from working out and bonding with other men in the field.
It was also without question that the ridiculous ponytail began slowly retracting upwards, with sides shaved like a real man always would, especially in sports. Combing sideways with neat dabbing of gel, as the hard crusty dusting of aftershave went all over his upper lip and strong jaw.
He was nice, but pretty jock-centred in his beliefs. Both in his faith and how a man oughta behave. Big strong and masculine, the provider of the household, man and woman.
Man and woman...?
“Will see ya and the family on church this Sunday!”
“See ya!”
His mouth instinctively responded on autopilot, as his goofy grin waved goodbye to his long time friend, colleague, and church mate. His eyes blinked momentarily in light shock, making way to the bathrooms, and quickly closing behind one of the stalls.
LOCK!
“What...what in tarnation is happening to me? Haha?”
The stresses melted away into a grin, he always had a good natured stress-free persona, even when that gay intern confessed to him when he wasn’t into such things...wait no....
He felt compelled to...what? He barely knew the intern, plus he was more into ladies...in fact, he was sure his buddy Craig mentioned something about a family right? The air conditioning neutralising his heat emitting, he quickly fished for his-
“So warm...so fatherly...”
The middle aged man tugged his breeding tool beneath his pants, letting out soft groans like he was young. Ah the younger days, so simple, when men just liked women...when men just liked women!
Blushing to himself, as he tugged ferociously, letting out loud gasps as he felt his behind tightening with a SPANK. Disciplining away any penetration like his father would if he did not excel in his studies, swelling up to a sweet bubble butt reserved for...his love one.
He was raised in a traditional household after all, strong honour and an expertise in Mandarin Chinese. Which was why he landed his position in the first place.
But of course, he thanked God for everything after coming to know him in his college days. Strictness mixed with Kindness, Honour mixed with a loving father, Mr Benedgadict Kan understood who he was, as the firm but gentle brushes against his package were too much to bear.
“Forgive me...C...C....Cindy!”
He was a faithful man wasn’t he? It feels strange to even think about such ‘millennial’ thoughts! Haha, never understood them. Thankfully his wife Cindy and him raised their children well in the lord! Speaking of her...oh man!
“Cindy...you’re so beautiful!”
Gone were the dates of a gay man, replacing by a marriage lasting over two decades. Time well spent with her, His heart pumped in love with HER! Manhood rose in length and girth at the thought of her luscious hair, and soft lips that just made the man outta him.
Man and woman
THRUST!
She is your wife, and you are her husband.
THRUST!
You are a father.
“Ooooaaaah!”
The forty eight year old asian man gave a huge holler as he let out the remains of his homosexuality in an innocent bliss, slumping back as his eyelids closed without hesitation.
Stains looped around his left ring finger as a good man stays devoted to his wife. His member remained sturdy, hard and manly, but at rest. A golden necklace materialised, symbolising the gift she got him on their anniversary.
His married hand gave a good firm pat on his pouch, instinctively putting back his tool into hiding and zipping his pants up.
Almost as if Benedict Kang never tugged his manhood by himself, only engaging in it when multiplying with his wife. He was a good faithful man after all, his new genetics beamed to reflect that as he slowly opened his beady eyes.
“Oh lordee...Where am I?”
Managing Director Kang was your all around nice boss...dad guy. Ruffling his gelled hair, he laughed as he remembered praying and thanking the lord for his successes in his company and in his life.
Prayer time was always priority. He got results done, and had more than enough time to spend time with his family as well as watch the game. It had cut close sometimes, nearly missing a business proposal due to his son’s football game in school, but he always made it in the Bened-Nick of time.
Speaking of which...
“Oh shucks! What time is it?”
He quickly fished himself up from his mediation pronto, unlocking the door and strolling down towards the door entrance of the conference meeting, he quickly glanced at his ‘IanAs’ watch.
“Just in time! The Conference meeting was about to start!”
Mr Benedict Kang flashed his most genuine grin, stress melting away from the atmosphere as his wholesome presence was made known as he jovially walked in.
“Amen to that!”
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bottleofspilledink · 4 years
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God’s Watching, Put on a Show || Chapter IX
“So…” Eve began, staring at the various stands and stalls and tables with all sorts of different agendas, occasionally shifting her gaze to the people who would weave between it all.
In every sense of the word, today was, for lack of a better word, eventful.
This was most likely why, when they were gathered in the gymnasium for club sign-ups, the pair simply stood amidst the somewhat organized chaos, clueless.
“What now?” Eve pulled out the club sign-up form from her skirt pocket, thankful she hadn’t lost it in all the ruckus. “My offer still stands, I really don’t mind letting you pick the club we join.”
“I mean. I already told you earlier that I don’t really care what club we go to either way.” Lilith shrugged. She wasn’t trying to sound apathetic, but she couldn’t really remember the last time she enjoyed club time solely for it’s activities and not the friends she would do them with. “You pick.”
“Alright, we’re not gonna get anywhere with this, so how about a compromise?”
“I’m listening,” Lilith chuckled. Of course Eve would be the type to suggest something like that.
The girl in question blushed at the sound, but fought to gather her thoughts and continue.
“You can tell me the clubs you don’t like and I’ll do the same. After we narrow down the list, we can settle on a club that we both like, or at least a club that on of us can tolerate.”
“Okay, but let me tell you now, there are a lot of clubs I don’t like.”
It was Eve’s turn to laugh, her hand automatically coming to cover her mouth as she grinned and giggled.
“Tell me anyway.”
“No music club,” Lilith said, right off the bat. “I’m a mediocre singer and I don’t want to spend two or three hours a week singing hymns.”
“Reasonable enough.” Eve recalled being given a small flier when they entered, the colourful paper listing all available clubs and emptied her pockets once more in search of it before crossing out the words “music club” with a pen she had found while looking for the paper. “Anything else?”
“No home economics. You know why.”
Eve just nodded an drew a line across it.
She was doing this to make up for what she did, not draw attention to it.
“And lastly,” Lilith said, voice tinted with humor as she tried to lighten the mood, somewhat guilty when she saw Eve’s face fall when she mentioned home economics, “no math club. ‘Cause I’m not a nerd.”
The girl succeeded, getting a tiny, genuine laugh from Eve that made her heart flutter like a hummingbird’s wing whenever it graced her ears.
“It’s fine, I’m bad at math too.”
Lilith visibly perked up at the words, the teasing grin Eve had so missed making a comeback at long last, “I never said I was bad at math. I’m pretty good at it, actually. I just don’t like doing it more than I have to.”
“Really?” Eve joked, displaying a mock-disbelief. Lilith was no idiot, though judging by her work ethic when it came to CLE, Eve couldn’t help but make a few assumptions. “What score did you get on the practice test a few days ago then?”
“Ninety-four percent.”
At that Eve’s eyes grew wide as saucers. That was better than she had gotten, and, more surprisingly, it was better than what Mary had gotten, ninety percent, an A minus that paled in comparison to Lilith’s A.
“Oh. That’s neat.” What could she say in response to that?
Fortunately, she didn’t have to struggle to say more, as Lilith returned the question to her.
“What did you get on the test.” Lilith wasn’t the type to gloat, at least not to a person she liked, but the thought of Eve thinking her a fool or a failure wasn’t the kind of image she wanted to project either.
“Eighty-seven…” She stared at the floor in shame, suddenly enamored in the scuff marks a muddy sneaker had left on the floor, shame flooding her face in the form of blood, her cheeks taking on a soft pink for different reasons now. Who could have left this here? A student who had forgotten to clean the soles of her shoes? A janitor, maybe?
Lilith couldn’t help but melt at the sight, immediately speaking to comfort the girl.
“Hey, come on. There’s no need to be embarrassed, that’s a pretty good grade, especially coming from someone who says they’re bad at math!” She clasped Eve’s shoulder and gave a gentle, encouraging squeeze, trying to get her to look up from the floor. “That’s like, what, a solid B? A B plus even?”
When that didn’t work, she slid her hand down to Eve’s and ran the pad of her thumb over the soft skin before giving another, more tender squeeze. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to embarrass you when I asked that. If you want, I can help you review for the next test?” She put on a smile and tried to sound optimistic, mind running a mile a minute as she tried to figure out what to say next.
“There’s always room for improvement!” Lilith said, stealing one of Paula’s lines in the rare occasion that Joan flubbed a test or lost a game. She’d have to thank her for that later.
Meanwhile, Eve hoped that Lilith wouldn’t be able to feel her pulse through her wrist, the pink hue her face took on having faded, only to return with a vengeance when Lilith opted to hold her hand, the way the girl soothed her thumb over her knuckles nearly sending her into cardiac arrest, the momentary squeeze stealing the air from her lungs and running for the hills, if only for an instant before she mustered up enough breath to speak.
“You’d really do that? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better?”
“Are you kidding me?” Lilith grinned, incredulous. “Of course I’d help! With a score like that, there isn’t even all that much to do.”
The way Eve looked at her when she said those words, amber eyes adoring and brimming with marvel as it were, Lilith couldn’t bring herself to look away, it was like she was lost and slowly, willingly sinking into the entrancing, honeyed hue that was Eve’s eyes.
She could hardly handle being the subject of the girl’s gratitude-filled gaze, her heart clenching tenderly when Eve smiled at her, because of her, soft and sweet, dimples appearing on her rosy cheeks, unaware of the near-painful longing that welled up in Lilith’s chest.
In the split second silence, Lilith wondered whether it was for better or worse that Eve didn’t know how her heart ached whenever she made her smile, knowing that Eve, kind person she was, would never want to hurt her, even in the most gentle way, the soft tightening of her chest Lilith herself would sometimes even long for.
“Anyway,” Eve said, breaking the quiet that had settled over them, “I really can’t join the art club, so that’s out of the question. My drawing skills are literally non-existent.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! The best I can do are stick figures, bee doodles, and really loopy flowers.”
They scratched that off the list and began roaming around, Eve unsure of what clubs were a hard no for her but wanting to narrow down the list further.
“Oh, definitely no debate club.” She said out the moment she saw their stand, stopwatch, hardwood podium and all.
“Okay, but why?” Lilith took the list from her and crossed it out, skimming over it in search of clubs the both of them could enjoy.
“They’re sca-“
“Lilith!”
A girl with shoulder-length black hair swishing slightly with every step came up from behind them and hugged Lilith with a fierce grip, nearly making the both of them fall to the ground in the process, her long-suffering partner, local gossip girl, Margaret, merely trailing a few paces behind her, not wanting to be associated with the girl who managed to make at least eleven heads turn towards them.
“Joan told me everything this morning. Where is she?” The girl let go, swinging her head around frantically and craning her neck in an exaggerated search. “I’m gonna beat this chick’s ass if it’s the last thing I do!”
Finally, Margaret came closer and tried to put a stop to whatever was unfolding. “Swearing is against the rules, Julia. I can report you for that.”
The girl, Julia, apparently, turned to look at her partner, joyful demeanor fading in an instant.
“So is make-up and cheating, but you don’t see me yapping about it, do you?”
That shut Margaret up effectively, cheeks probably red with indignance under her foundation.
“Anyway, where is the bitch? I’ll-“
“Okay, before you finish that sentence, I think you should know that the girl you’re calling a bitch is right beside me. Right now.” Lilith said, grabbing her by the shoulders and making her face Eve.
Julia looked at her.
She looked at Julia.
“Hi.”
“Oh shit. Hey…” They stared at each other, a split second of tension filled silence passing between them. “I’m not taking back what I said though, you’re a bitch. I mean seriously, I get not being gay but did you have to- OW!”
Lilith’s elbow met Julia’s rib, harshly.
“When did Joan say all this?” She sighed. The last thing she needed right now was someone making Eve feel worse after everything that happened today, especially now that they were just starting to patch things up and talk free of any awkwardness.
“I already told you, she said all that this morning. We sat next to each other in CLE and passed notes while Sister Jane wasn’t looking.”
“Julia, you’re fucking nuts and I love you for that,” Lilith sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, “but now is really not the time. Go ask Joan or Paula to catch you up on things, they should be around here somewhere. We’re busy looking for a club. Until they tell you what happened earlier, you can not call Eve anything except Eve.”
“Oh wow, okay. I must have missed something big if you’re defending the girl who made you sob so hard, you almost-”
“The details aren’t important! Besides, you weren’t there, so you don’t know what happened.”
Julia raised a brow at the girl, shutting up to help her save face, but going in for one last tease before she went looking for Paula to see the whole picture, “I literally just said that Joan told me everything, but okay.” She put her hands up in a sort of surrender. “Say what you want, babe! I’ll get the truth out of you the next time we get wasted anyways, so yeah!” And with that she turned to leave before, rather impulsively, Eve called out to her.
“What club did you join?”
“You’re really gonna look at me and not immediately assume I’m in the softball club? You offend me, Eve. I mean really! You know what they say about softball. It’s the sport of my people!”
The blonde merely stood in silence, absolutely dumbfounded, mouth opening and closing like a fish yet not a syllable leaving her lips.
Julia cackled, tossing her head back and ruffling her soft curls. “Oh God, she doesn’t know?” She asked Lilith, her eyebrows raised so far up that no one watching would be surprised if they receded even further back to join the hair on her head. “You really know how to pick ‘em, sweetheart!”
She walked away, giggling and giving them – well, more Lilith than Eve – finger guns all the while.
“Okay, I’m just going to ask. What was that whole thing about softball about?”
At this, Lilith herself couldn’t help but laugh. “Basically, it’s kinda a stereotype that, and this isn’t a thing we made up, lesbians play softball.”
Eve’s look of confusion turned to bafflement turned to a somewhat exasperated and incredulous amusement. “That makes no sense, but I’m going with it anyway. How did that even start?”
“I actually don’t know, but we went along with it too, cause why the fuck not? You know?” Lilith shrugged and they continued walking again. “There’s probably a bit of truth in there somewhere. It’s how Joan and Paula got together, so there’s that! And Julia has an ex that used to be a member.”
Eve took the list back from her while she was distracted, eyes quickly scanning over it to see if Lilith had crossed anything out while it was in her possession. “I’m assuming there’s a story behind that?”
“Yup!” She snatched the flier away from Eve once more, holding it high above her head when the girl tried to get it again. “But not one you get to hear. Not yet.”
She huffed at that. Eve, despite already standing on her toes, the four inch height difference between them made it so she couldn’t get the list back from Lilith.
“Okay then. But one last question.”
“Yeah?”
“Sweetheart? Babe?” Eve asked, a twinge of jealousy in her. Granted, she had no right to be, at least in her own mind she didn’t. She wasn’t even supposed to be feeling anything for Lilith other than disdain, but what could she do? Her only consolation was the fact she’d yet to act on said emotions.
Technically.
Eve tried to justify what she could, mind jumping from hoop to hoop, connecting loose strings, drawing lines between dots that were barely there. Earlier wasn’t anything akin to love. It was just a friend taking care of a friend.
Yes.
“Oh, that? Yeah, Julia calls everyone that, really. It’s nothing personal.” Lilith felt delusional. Were her feeling for Eve so strong as to warp her mind and affect her hearing, going so far as to imagine Eve’s voice with a pang of envy. “If you get on her good side, she’ll probably call you something too. Not what she called you earlier, though.”
A wave of relief washed over the blonde… followed immediately by guilt for feeling said relief.
It was nothing another round of mental gymnastics couldn’t fix.
The only reason she was relieved was because Lilith not being in a relationship meant that she wasn’t beyond saving.
Of course.
“I hope so, too.” Eve said. They turned to walk down a different aisle, about forty-five minutes left for them to find and join a club.
The pair strolled between stalls leisurely, narrowing down the list bit by bit, encircling the ones they had taken a particular liking to, chatting about clubs.
“The gardening club seems cool.” Lilith suggested, looking at their small stall decorated with small, origami flowers, the girls who ran it not having the heart to pluck what they had grown just yet. “It’s outside so I get some fresh air and it’s no sport, so you won’t have to strain yourself like you did in gym. Whaddya think of it?”
She looked over at Eve, only to see her frowning, a mix of disappointment and contempt in her eyes.
“I’d love to join, but I’m not allowed. My mom doesn’t like me gardening.” Her frown turned into a pout, eyes growing glassy with frustrated tears that had been building up for nearly a decade now. “She made me stop when I was eight because my hands were getting rough…”
“Use me.”
“What?”
“Use me as an excuse. Tell her I made you join it.”
Her words were temptation, the apple offered to Eve by the serpent.
Lilith held the sign-up slip and the red pen out to her, the folded paper an open invitation to rebellion. She wouldn’t force Eve, however, wanting this decision, this sin, to be hers and hers alone, the girl refusing to even write her own name on the paper.
Eve could feel the fifth commandment ringing in her ears, as the Eve before her knew she was defying god.
“Honour thy father and thy mother.”
And yet, Eve could also feel the dirt between her fingers and under her nails, the weight of a trowel in her hands, the sun beating on her back through the gaps in the leaves of their oak tree, the scent of the earth and the flowers carried by the breeze.
The nagging voice in her ears faded and morphed to the gentle buzzing of the bees and the high-pitched chirping of the birds.
Eve took the form and filled it up.
Eve took the apple and ate of it.
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dweetwise · 3 years
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day 24: carnival
prompt from: cocktober pairing(s): felix x ace, dwight x steve, past felix x kate notes: i had a ton of fun with this one <3 thanks @razorvine for putting the idea of hot college professor felix in my head! warnings: implied internalized homophobia (aka felix has yet another gay panic) word count: 2680
Felix doesn’t remember when he’s last had this much fun.
Sure, he’s spent way more than he meant to on rigged carnival games and overpriced street food and only has a poorly made plushie and some heartburn to show for it. 
But the company more than makes up for it.
Ace’s gaze is glued to the wheel of fortune, watching it spin with an eager smile that reminds Felix of a child waiting for Christmas. He doesn’t necessarily approve of his boyfriend’s gambling habits, but he’s not against it, either, not even dreaming of denying Ace when he gave Felix his best puppy eyes and assured “Just one round, I promise!”.
Predictably, the wheel doesn’t land on Ace’s number, but it doesn’t seem to phase him.
“It was worth a shot!” Ace grins. “Now give me back my cock.”
Felix snorts and obediently hands the rooster plushie back to its rightful owner, silently adding another tick to his mental tally of how many penis jokes the toy has inspired. That’s six, now.
“Where to next?” Felix asks, carefully clasping Ace’s hand.
The bright smile and reassuring squeeze he gets in return is enough to calm his resurfacing nerves. This is the first time they’re in public together as a couple, and Felix isn’t even out yet, nor is his divorce finalized. They were supposed to go as just friends, Ace reassuring him he didn’t mind, insisting Felix needed to get out and enjoy himself after the stress of grading midterms and filing for divorce.
And even though Felix still feels a little anxious, the carnival spirit had hit him hard, and he found himself laughing and joking and playing childish games without restraint. Having Ace by his side was just so nice, and he’d realized they hadn’t even been on a proper date before.
When he’d grabbed Ace’s hand after they made absolute fools of themselves at the water gun stall, more focused on soaking each other than hitting the actual targets, it had felt new and scary but also right. From then on, it only became easier, lingering touches on his boyfriend’s shoulder or a casual arm around his hip, even daring to share a secretive kiss behind one of the tents.
“What about the ferris wheel?” Ace suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye. “If you’re nice I’ll even let you pet my cock.”
Seven.
“Oh no, I just remembered I’m afraid of heights,” Felix teases. “Looks like you and your cock will have to fly solo.”
Eight.
To think that just a few hours ago, he was nervous to even be seen in public with Ace, and now he’s holding his hand in the middle of a crowd and making sexual innuendos.
“Oh, what’s that?” Ace jokes, lifting the toy up to his ear. “Apparently, he’s bored of my attention and likes yours so much more,” his boyfriend purrs.
The ridiculous display shouldn’t make Felix blush but it does, suddenly feeling a little hot under the collar, awkwardly clearing his throat while trying to fight the flush creeping up his neck.
“Why don’t we get something to drink?” he suggests, noticing how dry his throat seems to be.
“Getting a little thirsty?” Ace smirks but, thankfully, drops the line of conversation that is very much not appropriate for a family event like this.
They have some trouble locating a food stall that doesn’t have a mile-long line but that’s alright with Felix, already feeling calmer as they leisurely explore the carnival grounds together. Felix points out some games he wants to try later and Ace half-heartedly tries to talk him into another round of the fortune wheel, and it’s a much needed break from hiding their relationship and worrying about the future.
Felix idly wonders when they’ll get to do this again. The carnival is taking place two towns over, which is one of the main reasons he agreed to come, knowing that the chances of bumping into someone he knows are slim. His social circle isn’t very big, but it’s mostly the school his worried about; running into colleagues or students wouldn’t necessarily put his career in danger, but it would make the rumors spread like wildfire. He’d rather keep his personal life private, at least until the divorce is finalized.
Luckily, the crowd has been nothing but unfamiliar faces the entire evening and he has nothing to worry about, at least for now. He grips Ace’s hand tighter as his boyfriend stops to finally look at a map after their aimless wandering, and he kind of wants to pull him in for a quick kiss, even in front of all these people.
Ace flashes him a bright smile before turning back to the map, oblivious to Felix’s intentions. Feeling his heart rate pick up, Felix swallows, looking around one last time to make sure nobody is watching—
And locking eyes with one of his students.
Felix freezes completely, not even realizing to let go of Ace’s hand, staring at the familiar young man in shock while Ace prattles on about something he saw on the map.
Felix doesn’t know whether the situation is made better or worse by the fact that it’s a student he actually likes. Dwight isn’t the top of his class by any means, but he’s hard-working and polite and Felix’s heart broke the one time he had to inform him he was about to fail a class. He’d hurried to offer additional assignments to get him a passing grade and Dwight had looked like he was about to cry from relief, profusely thanking him and apologizing over and over.
He doubts Dwight dislikes him, especially after that incident, but Felix is also pretty sure the entire school knows he’s married to the music teacher. Kate’s students love her and he’s already received a few hostile glares from sharp-eyed students who have either noticed their missing rings or maybe even asked Kate about it.
It feels like time itself slows down to a crawl as Dwight very obviously looks between Felix and his boyfriend. When his eyes widen in clear surprise, Felix stops breathing. This is it, it’s all over, tomorrow the entire school is going to know—
And then Dwight offers a small smile and a meaningful nod before turning back to his friend who looks to be engrossed in a game of ring toss. Felix lets out a sigh of relief and feels the tension leave his body. That was close.
“You okay?” Ace asks with a worried frown, and it’s only then Felix realizes how sweaty his palm is.
“Yeah, I…” Felix says, momentarily letting go of Ace’s hand to wipe his own on his pants. “Thought I saw someone. It’s fine.”
“We can leave if you want,” Ace says, always incredibly understanding of Felix’s anxiety. “Call it a night and watch one of those shitty slasher movies you like?”
Felix’s heart feels like it’s getting torn in different directions. His nerves are frazzled from the subconscious stress and the close call of getting outed against his will, but at the same time it’s the best day he’s had in years and he’s getting so, so tired of hiding.
Ace has been way more understanding than Felix deserves, patiently waiting for him to fumble his way through his first relationship with a man. There has been zero pressure from Ace’s side, other than ending things with Kate before things went further because “I’m a pretty shitty person, but not that shitty”. Ace had let him take things at his own pace, not making a big deal out of Felix’s clothes appearing in an empty drawer in his apartment or Felix’s toothbrush making a permanent stay next to his own.
And if the only thing Felix could do without freaking out was to hold his boyfriend’s hand in public, he’d sure as hell do it at every opportunity from now on.
“I’m alright,” Felix says with newfound determination, taking the inviting hand back in his own and intertwining their fingers. “I want to stay.”
He leaves out the “with you” and “forever” parts of the sentence. That will have to come later.
“Okay,” Ace agrees, though he still doesn’t look entirely convinced. “But it’s a standing offer. We can bail whenever you feel like it.”
The consideration melts away the last of Felix’s tension from the Dwight incident. He’s never understood how Ace can be so easy-going, expertly reading the room and always adapting with a smile on his face. Felix doesn’t even realize he’s been leaning closer until Ace’s smile widens into a roguish grin, tilting his head up and waiting for Felix to kiss him—
”Mr. Richter!”
Felix flinches away and reflexively drops Ace’s hand like burned, not missing the hurt flashing across his boyfriend’s face before it’s covered up by a pleasant smile. God, why is he like this, he can’t do anything right—
“Mr. Richter! Over here!” the voice is getting louder and Felix grits his teeth and turns to acknowledge its owner.
He sees another of his students, the Harrington kid, excitedly running over to him with a mortified Dwight hot on his heels.
“I thought it was you, dude! Good to see you!” Steve grins happily and Felix can’t find it in himself to be mad over a student just so genuinely happy to talk to him.
And then he realizes the consequences of this particular student seeing him in public with a man.
Steve isn’t a bad kid, but he is somewhat of a troublemaker, thankfully calming down a little after switching from a bad crowd to Dwight’s group of friends. But it’s not a harmless prank or poorly timed joke or interruption of a lecture that Felix is worried about.
It’s Steve’s absolute inability to keep his mouth shut.
“Hello Steve, Dwight,” Felix nods politely to them both, trying not to let it show that he’s screaming on the inside. He feels a little better when Dwight gives him an apologetic look from behind his friend and mouths a “sorry”.
“Hi, Mr. Richter,” Dwight says, hurriedly pulling on Steve’s arm. “We’ll just be on our way—”
“Where’s the missus?” Steve asks with a grin, peering behind Felix as if expecting Kate to appear out of thin air, and Felix clenches his fists and tries not to freak out even more than he already is. What the hell is he even supposed to answer to that?
“Oh, are you students of his?” Ace butts in, saving Felix’s sanity.
“Yeah, we’re in his physics classes!” Steve exclaims.
“Ah, taking a well-deserved break after midterms?” Ace effortlessly starts making casual conversation. “I’ve heard the physics teacher is a real hardass.”
“W-well, I think he’s really fair,” Dwight stammers, giving Felix a nervous glance.
“I mean yeah, he’s pretty strict but he also makes sure everyone understands, even if they’re a complete dingus,” Steve says and looks at Felix with a happy little grin. A tinge of pride blooms in his chest, always enjoying hearing his students compliment his work ethic.
There’s a beat of silence and Felix realizes everyone’s waiting for him to say something.
“This is Ace,” Felix starts, hesitating on how to introduce him.
“Hi, boys,” Ace hurries to take over, once again saving Felix from his inner turmoil. “Good to meet you.”
“Hey, man!” Steve greets cheerily. Then his eyes flick to the toy in Ace’s hands. “Nice cock.”
Ace barks out a hearty laugh while Felix chokes on his own spit and Dwight’s face goes beet red.
…Nine?
“Steve!” Dwight hisses in embarrassment while Steve just snickers.
“What? It’s a cool plushie!” Steve protests innocently.
“I like you, kid,” Ace grins in approval, before turning to Felix. “Why don’t I go grab us those drinks while you guys catch up?”
Felix gives him a wide-eyed look that simultaneously screams “please don’t leave me” and “please go away before I accidentally kiss you in front of my students”.
“Okay,” he manages with an unstable voice, not sure how he’ll survive Steve’s questions without Ace’s help, but knowing that splitting up will make them seem less conspicuous. Ace gives him a reassuring smile and turns to leave—
“Hold on, I’ll go with you!” Steve exclaims and Felix swears he hears Dwight mutter an exasperated “fuck”.
Ace looks at Steve in surprise before glancing at Felix, and when he doesn’t protests because he’s too busy internally panicking, Ace gives a one-shoulder shrug.
“Sure! It’ll be nice to have company in the three-hour line,” Ace grins.
“Cool!” Steve returns the smile, before turning to Dwight. “You want something, babe?”
…Hold on. “Babe”?
“N-no, I’m good, thanks,” Dwight stammers, face flushing red and fidgeting awkwardly. “I’ll wait here.”
“Alright, see you soon!” Steve offers with a goofy grin before leaving into the sea of people with Ace.
Felix stares after them for a few seconds too long before finally looking at Dwight, mouth opening and closing and not quite figuring out what to say.
“Okay, look, I’m—” Dwight nervously breaks the silence. “I’m so sorry about Steve, he just… really, really wanted to say hi, I don’t think he realized what he was—um, interrupting,” Dwight’s face somehow flushes even redder and Felix clears his throat, feeling heat rise on his own cheeks. “We’ll be out of your hair as soon as he gets back. Sorry.”
“That’s alright,” Felix lies, because he knows neither boy meant any harm and doesn’t want them to feel bad. “Can you… could you keep this to yourselves?”
“Oh! Of course!” Dwight hurries to reassure. “I, um, I know what it’s like. Steve used to have a girlfriend, and it took a while before he was ready to—err. You probably don’t care about any of that, sorry,” Dwight realizes, looking down at the ground in shame.
Felix does care, in fact he’s downright curious how the pair managed to deal with the situation, but he doesn’t know how to convey that without crossing the line of professionalism. Damnit, if only Ace was here—
“It’s just… You don’t have to worry about us telling anyone,” Dwight continues. “I-I’m sorry we, like. Invaded your privacy like this.”
“I suppose I could say the same,” Felix says. “I never knew you were a couple. I’ll be sure not to tell anyone.”
“Yeah, it’s… not necessarily a secret, anymore, but… thanks,” Dwight offers him a nervous smile. “Not everyone knows, and we’re cool with that.”
Relief floods over Felix as he realizes his secret is safe, at least for now. It never fails to amaze him just how mature his students can be, dealing with the exact same life problems as adults his age, and it just reminds him of why he became a teacher in the first place.
“Do you want to sit down while we wait?” Felix suggests, spotting a nearby bench that miraculously seems to be unoccupied. Dwight responds with a nod and a friendly smile, and soon they’re sitting down and making pleasant small talk about the carnival.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but… how did you meet?” Dwight asks cautiously after a while.
Felix knows he shouldn’t share his private life with a student, but he’s not on the clock and Dwight was the one to offer, seeming genuinely curious, so he starts talking.
And even if Felix ends up gushing about Ace like a schoolboy, Dwight doesn’t seem to care, adding cute “aww” comments and even sharing some of his best memories with Steve. Felix realizes it’s the first time he’s been able to openly talk about his relationship with someone who he knows won’t judge, and he feels like just a normal guy in a new relationship, hopeful and excited instead of anxious and paranoid like before.
And when their boyfriends eventually arrive with a lapful of food and drink and another rooster plushie, Ace making the tenth cock joke for the evening and Dwight chuckling while Steve laughs like a hyena, Felix feels like he's finally found a place where he belongs.
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katsuukiwii · 3 years
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Proud-Levi X Reader Chapter Two
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Chapter Two- “Normal Days...For Now, At Least.”
Chapter Warnings: Language, Implied Masturbation, Gay Relationships, Tattoos, Implied Gay Sex.
Contains: Fluff
Levi holds Liam’s hand as they walk through aisles filled with costumes. The smaller boy’s icy blue eyes twinkle as he stares at all of them. He then spots a costume out of the corner of his eye and runs up to it, dragging Levi over with him. Liam points out a ‘My Hero Academia’ costume, “Ooh! Look, Papa! I can be Bakugo!” Levi smirks at the boys enthusiasm, pulling the neatly packed costume set off the wall. “C’mere. I need to check if this is your size,” he stares intently at the costume measurements, then to Liam, then back to the measurements. “It should fit you. Do you wanna be Ba...Baku…” Liam smiles, “It’s Bakugo! And yes!!” Levi chuckles, “Alright, here you go,” he hands the bag to him, “If you find a costume you like more tell me.” They continue to walk around the costumes. 
Levi grumbles, he hates costume shopping, if it's for him at least. But, like he told Jean, he was desperate. “Hey Liam, what should I be for Halloween?” Instead of Liam's voice, he hears someone else’s, “You should go in drag.” Levi turns around, seeing one of his closest friends, “Very funny, Mike.” Liam listens to the two men talking confused on almost EVERYTHING they were talking about. But, nonetheless, he answers, “You should go as something creepy! But not too creepy, ‘cuz I won’t like it..” All three of them looked around as Levi and Mike talked. 
Suddenly, Levi sees something that catches his eye. A wall filled with simple things you could pair with any normal clothes. Yeah, he’s kinda boring. Mike speaks up, “God, you’re no fun dude.” Levi sends him a glare, grabbing a pair of mid-length black horns and large black wings. “Yeah, I know. But every other costume is either a fucking joke, extra, or sexual.” Mike rolls his eyes, “Fine. Y’know, the ladies might like you more if you have an out-there costume!” Mike argues. Levi smirks, shaking his head in disbelief. He speaks quietly, but loud enough so that at least Mike can hear, “I can’t believe I’m doing this just to get pussy.” Mike laughs, patting Levi’s back, “It’s okay dude. You’ll get some eventually.”
...
Levi bought the costumes, and now he was laying on the couch watching Liam color. Suddenly the boy turns around and looks at him, “Papa?” Levi raised a thin brow, “What is it?” Liam stands up, grabbing some markers, “Can I color in your drawings?” He lays there, confused until he realizes what he meant. “Oh! My tattoos?” Liam nods his head gleefully and Levi sits up, taking off his shirt and lifting his right pant leg up to his knee, revealing two hidden tattoos. 
One started on his left upper arm, covering part of his chest, it contained daffodils and two cobras. Kuchel loved daffodils, and Levi helped her get over her fear of snakes by getting one, named Sir Racha (pronounced like sriracha). He obviously didn’t have a cobra, but he was fascinated by them. The second one started the side of his right calf, reaching down to his ankle. That one was a small portrait of Liam, with a border of things he loved. Everytime Liam started to like something new, Levi got it added. Technically, it was more than two tattoos, but it still counts as two to him. On there, he had Mr. Krabs (his favorite character in Spongebob), the ‘My Hero Academia’ logo, Tigger from Winnie The Pooh (since he’s so energetic), and a cat drawing Liam made when he was 3 (his favorite animal). Yes, it looked very childish, and often became a conversation topic, but people loved the story behind it. 
Liam moved to sit next to Levi, and started coloring the one of his chest. While he waited, Levi would start his homework, “Papa, what color is a cobra?” Levi looks at him and ruffles his hair, “Whatever color you want them to be.”
...
Levi was dropping his boy off at his elementary school, “Bye, Papa!”
“Cya buddy. I’ll pick you up today, alright?” He watches in the mirror as Liam jumps happily in his seat, “Yes! I don’t have to take the bus today! Woo hoo!!!” Levi smirks, “Nope, not today. Have a good day, I’ll see you later kid.” With that, Liam gets out of the car, waving goodbye before walking into the school. 
Levi loved him, he really did. But as soon as he drove away he took out one of his Mr. Bungle CD’s (!dont use headphones when listening!)and turned up the volume. He listened to somewhat... strange music. He had no idea what the hell he was supposed to call it other than that. But hey, he liked it nonetheless! He makes a left turn, pulling into the school’s parking lot, choosing one of the spots closest to the exit. He steps out of his car seeing a familiar blonde figure outside, staying away from the crowd of kids waiting for the doors to open.
“Yo, Erwin. What’s up?” The large man turns to look at him, nearly looking straight down, “Hey. We’re you listening to the with Liam in the car?” Of course Erwin had to mention his choice of music. “No! And who’s his father? Me. Not you.” The taller man shrugs, and Levi speaks up again, “I heard about Petra’s party. Are you going?” Erwin shrugs, “No, I’m not all for parties and-” Levi smirks, interrupting him, “But maybe you can hook up with someone. I know you’re still a virgin!” The blonde glares at him, “Levi, no offense, but you’ve had sex with more women than you can count. I, however, don’t want to waste it on women I don’t know.” Levi rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I hate when you’re right.” 
Just then, someone comes to unlock the doors, and everybody walks in. He taps Erwin’s shoulder, “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna cover my tattoo.” Erwin nods, and Levi walks into the locker room (it was closer than the bathroom). Just as he does that, he notices four feet instead of two in a stall, two of those feet quickly moving up to hide themselves. Levi shakes his head laughing, “It’s just me.” He starts to wrap some cloth around his tattoo, rolling his eyes as he hears two shy “hey”s and the stall opens. Levi turns, seeing Marco and Jean, “Have a good time?”
Marco blushes, “We were just having a little makeout…” Jean nods, “Yeah, people are too gossipy around here. We’re smarter than you.” He finishes wrapping the cloth around his arm, pulling the t-shirt sleeve back over and grabbing his backpack, “Yeah. Well, at least you know not to be like me.” 
...
The bell rings, and he’s finally done with school! He gets into his car and gets a call. He puts it on speaker and starts driving, “Hello.” Suddenly, Hanji’s voice comes from the other end, “Hiya, Levi,” he hears muffled voices, until he hears Liam’s, “Hey, Papa!” He smiles to himself, “Hey bud. How was school? Did Aunt Hanji teach you guys anything?” 
“Uh-huh! We’re learning all about the moon! We have one, but Jupiter has 79!” Levi makes a sound of acknowledgement, “That’s cool buddy. Do you know why Hanji called me?” He hears Hanji and Liam giggle, and Hanji speaks yet again, “Can I hang out with Liam today? I know you have work, and I don’t have much to do!
He shrugs, “Sure, just make sure he doesn’t eat too much sugar. I’ll take him home around 6? That gives him three hours with you.”
They both squeal, “Thank you Papa!” He laughs, “No problem. I love you, be safe.”
“Yes sir! Hehe” And they finally hang up, Levi turning back to drive home.
...
Levi groans out of boredom getting up to look for something to eat, legs shaking and arm hurting from a...busy afternoon. He passes the counter spotting something orange and white in the corner of his eye, he stops, taking a couple steps backwards to see what it was. A bag of Goldfish crackers, hell yeah. He grabs the bag and walks back to his room, flopping on the bed and curling up in warm blankets. Shit, maybe letting Hanji babysit wasn’t the worst.
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The Date
Description: You and Kakashi go out on a date.
Fandom: 
Naruto
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Reader

Word Count: 
2.9k+
Warning(s): 
None.
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      You’re out to dinner with Team Gai, which doesn’t happen as often as you’d all like. Lee and Tenten are often busy with missions, as are you, and Gai has been spending so much time at the academy that he might as well sign on full-time; He’s good with kids and he’s good for kids, with his endless enthusiasm and praise. 
The barbeque sizzles in front of you, and you’re beginning to feel full, but Tenten and Lee are still leading the charge through your ridiculously large order. Twenty minutes after the sake comes out is when the conversation shifts from prospective Jonin promotions to yours and Kakashi’s flowering romance.
“You guys just don’t get it. Our relationship is… Relaxed. I don’t really like going out all that much, and neither does Kakashi. We spend time together in our own way.” 
“But where’s the romance?” is the immediate response you receive. “In order for a relationship to last, you need to woo each other,” Gai states enthusiastically, taking another gulp of sake before pointing at you and exclaiming: “You need to sweep him off his feet!”
“W-What?” you stutter.
“Have a date night!” Lee suggests.
“Yes! A date night!” Gai latches on to the idea, and refuses to let go of it. “You need excitement! To surprise each other with romantic gifts and occasions. You have to keep things fresh - To feel the heat of your eternal summer!” 
You don’t think they know what they’re talking about because as far as you know, Lee’s never dated anyone and Gai is more often off-color than anything else. “Sweep him off his feet?” you repeat, unconvinced. 
“Exactly, my friend! You and I, we’ve known each other for a long time. Would I steer you wrong?” Gai attempts to convince you further, waving his arms around and gesturing so loudly he rocks in his wheelchair. Some of the other patrons glance at your table, but quickly avert their eyes once they realize you’re all shinobi. 
You hold your tongue when you think, amused, about all the times Gai has absolutely steered you wrong. You won’t ever forget when you were still Genin and he’d led you and Raido so deep into Tsuchigakure controlled territory that you were nearly captured, and you were only looking for a lost cat!
Unimpressed, you take a chance to gauge Tenten’s reaction to all of this because she’s usually the voice of reason, but she remains quiet all the while, shovelling slices of barbecued pork into her mouth, unconcerned with appearances. She catches your eye and shrugs, not necessarily disagreeing, but not jumping to your rescue either. It hits you that you’ve known Tenten and Lee since they were genin, and now they’re fully fleshed-out Chunin. Equals, in yours and Gai’s eyes. 
Maybe they’re onto something. 
So you shrug and promise Gai and Lee to consider their suggestions, and the night unfolds after that.
***
      A week later, and you still haven’t been able to get Gai and Lee’s advice out of your head. You think about how you and Kakashi haven’t done anything ‘official’ yet every time you see him, and see him almost everyday so you think about it a lot.
You’re picking apart the pack you take on missions, when you think again about Gai’s advice of ‘wooing’ Kakashi, and suddenly, you can’t keep it to yourself anymore. You’re calling out for him before you have a plan of approach. 
“Kakashi…” 
“Hmm?” he’s sideways on the couch, reclining, with his nose in some book he plucked off your shelf. He’d been taking up space in your living room since he decided he wasn’t needed in the Hokage’s office earlier this morning. You’re sitting across the room at the kitchen table.
Though Kakashi is no longer considered an active duty shinobi (he’s only sent out when he’s specifically required) and barring his little, personal excursions to check up on states of affairs, you’re still very much on the active roster and sent out regularly. 
“Would you like to have dinner? Sometime when I get back?” Maybe you feel confident and bold because you know you’re leaving and won’t be returning for at least a week to face his reaction to what you’re about to suggest. 
“Dinner? Do you want me to cook for you or something?” he looks up from his book, amused, to tease you, thinking maybe you don’t know how to ask him to make you something. He’s been told he’s very good in the kitchen. 
“No, I mean… like a… hmm...” This is dumb. You’re an adult and you’re lack of experience in these sorts of situations is leading you to lose your resolve. You can confidently carry out all your duties owed to your village, you can pull on a snake mask and wield your tanto in the face of death, but you can’t ask the man you’re already sort-of dating out on a date. 
He’s waiting patiently for you to finish.
“Like, on a date.” You conclude quietly, gripping the kunai you’d been sharpening tightly. 
Without his mask on, you can see a blush crawling up his pale cheeks and it makes you feel a little more confident, in control. “A date.” he states. 
“Yea,” you can feel yourself start to resume sharpening the blade, “A date. When I get back. Lee and Gai were talking about a new restaurant that opened, that serves food from Suna.” 
He looks back down at his book, but you can tell he’s not reading from how his eyes stare at the same spot on the page. He shrugs. “Sure, sounds like fun.” But the blush doesn’t go away and it makes you smile wider than you probably should. 
He catches the hint of amusement in your tone and glances back up at you. “What?” 
You only shake your head and return the Kunai to its proper pouch. “Nothing. I look forward to it, then.”
***
      When you return, Kakashi isn’t at the village gates, but you don’t necessarily expect him to be there. He’ll make his presence known when he wants to, and you understand that you’re both busy professionals anyways. 
You’re also not surprised when you find him sitting with half his ass on the window sill under the window you usually enter your apartment through, with his faded copy of ‘Icha-Icha: Paradise’ comfortably in hand. In such an odd sitting position, five stories up above the alley cats pawing at garbage bins, he looks like a stray. 
He looks up when you round the corner, then scooches over and drags the window to the side with him so it opens as you approach without so much as greeting you. You pause below him, looking longingly up at your open window and the bottoms of Kakashi’s feet before pushing your tired legs to just make it up to your apartment one last time. 
Rocking back on your heels, you force your chakra to pool on the soles of your feet, then expand outward, assisting your jump as you leap halfway up the building next to yours, then spin around and propel yourself past Kakashi, and into your living room. 
As you stand for a moment, in the stale apartment, you hear Kakashi swing around into the living room behind you. “How was the mission?” he asks as you drop your pack, rolling your shoulders. Afterwards, in a practiced set of motions, you loosen your armor and gear just enough to be able to pull it all off in one motion. He catches the hard chest plate in a hand before it can hit the floor and make a sound. 
You’re too busy with your hand up your shirt, pulling apart the knot keeping the bandages tied tight to your chest to come up with a better response than “Fine. Successful.” The knot loosens and you sigh as your breasts are given space to breathe, “How’ve you been? Do anything fun?” 
You turn to watch as he flops down onto the couch and runs a hand through his hair, dragging his forehead protector off and leaving it on the cushion beside him. “Mm,” he hums thoughtfully. “No. Just a lead on more of Orochimaru’s research that went nowhere.” 
You pause in undoing your sandals, and drag your eyes up to finally get a good look at him. Your eyes meet, warm each others gazes, and he holds his arm out in a silent invitation. You toss the sandal in your hands to the floor and flop into his side without another word. 
Now on the couch and huddled into his warm side, you toe your other sandal off while he pulls his gloves off, the two of you jostling each other a bit until you settle back into a comfortable position. He pulls you up farther and tugs the tie out of your hair, letting it fall around your face, and you hiss at the ache, but he begins to run his naked fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp and so you close your eyes and wrap the arm not wedged between your body and the couch around his torso, eventually dipping down to push your fingers up under his shirt just to touch the warm skin of his midriff. 
“Anything else happen while I was gone?” you ask absentmindedly, rubbing circles into his side with your thumb. 
He pulls his fingers through your hair one last time, sure that there are no tangles, and then twists his body to hold you more fully, resting his cheek on the top of your head. His breath is hot through his mask, and he grunts, then pulls it down below his chin. 
“No,” he says, resting his cheek back on your head, “honest. It’s been unusually quiet. No life-threatening incidents, no non-life-threatening incidents. Naruto even seemed bored when I gave him my report.” 
“Report?” you ask.
“Just a quick border check.”
You sigh heavily, already feeling yourself being lulled by the rumble of his voice in his chest and the secure warmth of his hold. “That’s good… Sounds like you… Got to relax a little.” Your train of thought begins stalling, and Kakashi laughs warmly at your loss of concentration. 
“Yea, and it sounds like it might be your turn to take it easy.”
“Mhmm?”
“Yea.” 
You yawn, and then pull your hand out from under his shirt and set it on his chest, curling your fingers into his shirt when your hand begins to slip. “But what about our date?” 
“Tomorrow,” he says, “or the day after. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Alright, then,” you breathe, “I’ll hold you to it.” 
***
      In the morning, before the sun rises, you leave Kakashi with a gentle kiss and a promise to see him later, tangled in the sheets of your bed. 
As the sun begins to stain the sky red, you’re once again out in the training fields with Gai, Lee, and Tenten, working through the same set of morning exercises you’ve practiced since your days as a stringy genin, with an unreadable teacher and over-confident teammates. 
As the sun pales, and shines its damp rays over Konohagakure, you kneel before your hokage and deliver your mission report. 
As the sun begins to harden in the sky, cutting through the cool mist left over from the night, you find yourself leaping once again, through your window into a now empty apartment. You don’t have much else to do, so you find yourself puttering around, watering the plants Kakashi no doubt watered for you while you were away, and inspecting your various shinobi gear for wear and tear, a habit meant to pass the time. 
Your thoughts eventually drift back to yours and Kakashi’s relationship, and the date he agreed to. He’s never needed much for as long as you’ve known him, and left to his own devices, he becomes rather domestic; but Gai, and by extension Lee’s, ideals regarding a relationship have you as worried as you can be over personal matters like these. Above all else, you don’t want to risk losing Kakashi. You’re glad you decided on action, rather than letting the idea of taking him out on a date burn a hole in your skull.
After checking all of your gear twice, you gather the unrepairable scraps and toss them in the trash bin, then meander into the kitchen to begin considering your choices for lunch. Your fridge is disappointingly empty except for some fresh herbs that Kakashi no doubt brought from his own apartment, so you settle for a plain meal, and after eating, a simple nap.
You don’t see Kakashi again until you sense him strangely at your front door. It’s now late-afternoon-pushing-evening, but the summer sun does nothing to betray the time. He knocks, like a respectable visitor, and so you pad over to the entrance way and when you slide the door open, you find him standing there in his usual uniform, but holding a bouquet of flowers. 
“I promised you a date, didn’t I?” He says with a sheepish smile, raising his hand to scratch the back of his head. 
You purse your lips, and when he sees your lack of reaction, he lowers his hand and looks at your slight frown seriously. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head. “Nothing,” you say, forcing yourself to straighten your back and smile, “but I just wanted to take YOU on a date. Not… The other way around, I guess.” 
“Well… I guess,” he looks thoughtful for a moment, “we could both take each other out… on a date.” 
You smile immediately. “You always know what to say, Kakashi.” you bounce up to peck his cheek over his mask then turn on your heel, “Let me get some clothes on.” 
***
      You both decide on Yakisoba after finding out the restaurant Gai told you about was reservation only. Neither of you have lost any spirit over the slight snag in plans. 
You take your bowls graciously from the vendor and perch yourselves up on a high retaining wall, backs to a small community garden within walking distance of the ever developing commercial center of Konoha. More and more, you’re bearing witness to all of the changes as the village grows. 
Kakashi has already told you of the Hokage’s tentative plans to build another, larger wall encircling the current boundary of the village to give the residential district some breathing room, though he also told you it was difficult negotiating with some of the civilians who own the land just outside the walls. 
“Have you talked to Gai lately?” you ask before shoving another mouthful of noodles into your mouth. Kakashi shakes his head while chewing, and you let out a sharp, reprimanding puff of air. “Gai was complaining about you this morning, you know.”
Kakashi shrugs helplessly, “I’ve been busy...” 
“You just told me last night how weirdly quiet it’s been.” you accuse, and Kakashi smiles the way he does when he knows he’s been caught in a lie. 
“... Avoiding him. I’ve been busy avoiding him.” he finishes lately, and you snort, then nudge your elbow into his arm. 
“Don’t be mean to him,” you say, “I’ll kick your ass.” He looks at you with such sudden admiration that you feel your face flush and immediately look back down into your bowl of Yakisoba, cursing yourself for being so easily embarrassed. 
“I know. I’ll catch up with him sometime. Promise.” 
***
      The sun sets far later than it should, and you and Kakashi find yourselves strolling aimlessly through the old commercial district as paper lanterns are lit. A couple minutes later, you blink as one by one, flickering light from the neon lettering most shops nowadays are adopting drowns out the mellow lantern light. 
New and old, the juxtaposition of technology and entrenched traditions is something strange to witness. Much like the strange, out of place life breathed into the village after the third shinobi war, the death-bred boom in industry, you’re watching once again as the world progresses faster than you can keep track of. Everything is just swept along with the leaps and bounds each new generation brings about. 
You mention the popularity of neon to Kakashi, and he stares at the bright lights for a few moments before uttering, “It reminds me of how after Pein, or the… Third Shinobi war, the village just seemed to come back twice as strong.”
Your wandering eventually leads you both to Kakashi’s apartment complex.
“That was fun,” Kakashi says at his doorstep. You’re loitering, suddenly embarrassed and unsure if he’s going to invite you in. “It didn’t really feel like a date though.”
“... Yea.. Just sort of like… We were just spending time together,” you say distantly as he opens the door and flips the lightswitch next to the entrance, warm light spilling out and over you into the hallway. You stand there, just inside the threshold, wanting to sink into the warmth of his apartment, but unable to do so without invitation. 
He’s taken off his shoes and shrugged out of his outer layer before he realizes you’re still standing there, not entering. “Do you not want to come in?” He turns to look at you, mask still stretched over his nose and mouth, eyes curious and dark. 
You scoff, relief flooding your body, and shake your head. “I was just enjoying the breeze. Y’can’t blame me for that.” You step into the apartment and shut the door behind you, content in the wake of an evening that will follow a successful date.
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White Noise (What an Awful Sound) Ch.2 (Crystal/Gigi) - Meta
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter! I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it. Please leave any feedback/opinions/suggests you have, I love reading what people think about my work! :)
“Gigi, breakfast is ready!” The sound of her mother’s voice woke Gigi up. She rolled over to check the time on her phone, 9 am. Ugh, who the hell wakes up this early on a Sunday? Her parents must really be laying into the new “suburban” lifestyle. Breakfast together early every morning, family dinners. Oh maybe they’ll even have movie night! Gigi ignored all the texts she’d received from her friends back home while she was asleep, rolling herself out of bed and walking to the bathroom. She rummaged around in the box labeled “Gigi’s Toiletries” in her mom’s beautiful cursive. Pulling out her face wash and moisturizer before turning to the sink where her toothbrush rested from the night before.
Once back in her room Gigi picked out an outfit for the day. Scanning through the clothes she’d already put away in her closet, she decided on a long, pale green skirt that had a small slit revealing some of her left leg and just a cropped white shirt. Gigi gave herself a quick once over before rushing downstairs.
“My god, would you look at that. Sleeping Beauty has finally joined the rest of the living.” Gigi’s dad said. He was sitting at their dining table sipping coffee out of a mug and scrolling on his phone. Gigi was willing to bet all of her savings he was looking at Facebook. These damn 40’s somethings, always on their goddamn phones. Just shameful.
“There’s so evidence to prove I’m not sleep walking right now.’’ She said, taking a seat next to her father.
“You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and got dressed.” Gigi’s mother replied, poking her head out of the kitchen.
“Right…so what’s for breakfast?” She eyed her father’s plate but he had already eaten what was on it.
“Cereal for you since you decided to take so long.”
“Paul stop it,” Her mom hit his arm playfully before putting a plate of waffles in front of Gigi, “apparently, your father’s version of unpacking the kitchen is only taking out the waffle iron.”
“Hate to say it but I’m not surprised.” Gigi said.
“I am shocked and appalled by how little you two think of me, really. Just wow.” He replied, feigning hurt. Gigi’s dad stood from the table, taking his plate into the kitchen and placing it in the sink. He whispered a small ‘thank you’ before pulling Gigi’s mom in for a kiss. The teen just ignored her parents, public displays of affection were normal in their house. Gigi had a theory that her father was so affectionate to make up for how much time he spent at work back in LA, always hugging, kissing, or holding her mother’s hand just to let her know he’s still there.
“Anyway, Gigi honey, your father and I need to go to the store and get some things for the house. Do you want to come with us?” Gigi just shook her head, she could use this time to unpack her room some more. “Okay, well we should be home before 4. Please don’t forget, we’re going over to have dinner with the Methyd’s at 5.”
“I will be ready, promise.”
Her parents made their way out the front door, her mom yelling something about wearing a jacket if she left the house. Please, like Gigi was gonna leave the house. Where would she go? To hang out with all her friends here in Missouri? No Gigi was going to go back upstairs and unpack her room. She hated living out of boxes, even if it had only been a day. Back home she waited until the very last second to pack up all her things. Nicky, her best friend, had told her to ‘stop stalling and pack your shit already’ to which Gigi argued that she hadn’t been. Now she was willing to admit Nicky had been right. Just because she refused to throw some random crap she’d had all her life into a box didn’t change the fact that the ‘For Sale’ sign outside her house was real. But now Gigi was ready to settle into her new room.
About an hour later Gigi had made good progress on her room. She’d just finished organizing her books when she heard a crash followed by a lot of expletives that she was glad her parents weren’t around to hear. Gigi walked over to her window, trying to see what was going on. She chuckled to herself as she watched Crystal struggle with an easel on her porch. “Oh my god she’s losing a fight to a fucking easel.” Gigi said, slipping on a pair of white sandals before running downstairs and out the front door. She made her away across the street, still smiling at the sight.
“Want some help?” She asked, finally reaching the other girl.
“Jesus, fuck. You were not supposed to see this.” Crystal laughed. She ran a hand through her curls before looking up at Gigi, a fake pout painted across her face. She is way too adorable for her own good, holy shit.
“Well, too bad.” Gigi said. She bent over and started picking all the art supplies that, she guessed, had been knocked over during the struggle.
“I can’t get it to stand up. I don’t know what’s wrong, it was fine up in my room.” Crystal sighed, giving up and letting it drop to the floor. Gigi nodded.
“Okay, well how many times did you let it do that?” She joked.
“I-I may have dropped it three times while dragging it down the stairs, yeah.”
“I think I may know what your problem is.” She said.
“Wow, you know I am so glad Missouri has someone of your intelligence level living in it now. If it wasn’t for you I would still be fighting for my life against that thing.” Crystal pointed in disgust towards where the easel lay on the porch. Gigi just laughed in response. A silence fell over the girls. To Gigi’s surprise, for one of the only few times in her life, it wasn’t an awkward silence. Crystal wasn’t expecting a response from her, instead she turned her attention to focus on organizing her paints.
“Uh, okay, I, um, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out today?” Gigi shifted in her spot, running a hand awkwardly through her hair. Crystal raised her eyebrows and smiled.
“Actually, I’m just not entirely sure I can handle a full day with you,” Crystal said. Gigi’s eyebrows furrowed, “I mean you just have such an overpowering personality.”
“Right, yeah, I’ve heard that about myself many times.” Gigi nodded in relief.  Just as she finished talking Crystal phone vibrated, she pulled it out of her back pocket to check the notification.
“Well Ms. Gigi Goode, you’re in luck. My friend Lux just asked me to go thrifting with her. Wanna come?” Crystal stood up and walked closer to Gigi. She bit her lip while waiting for the brunette’s response.
“Oh um, yeah sure. I’d love to.” Gigi said. In that moment she was positive she would’ve said yes no matter what Crystal invited her to.
Crystal ran inside to grab the keys to her car and say bye to her mom before dashing back to Gigi and grabbing her hand, “Okay let’s go.” She pulled Gigi toward her car, her skin burning where they’d made contact. Crystal’s car was very old and a horrendous mustard color but she loved it because it got her away from her parents. She was the only one in her friend group with a car, which meant all her friends loved it too. Gigi had to admit, Crystal was not a very good driver. She was always just a little bit too far over the speed limit for comfort and drove with her left leg up on the seat. They drove in silence, well Gigi was silent. Crystal couldn’t help but sing along to every song that came on as they made their way in town to the thrift store. Crystal’s taste in music was definitely different from Gigi’s, playing songs from King Princess, Cage the Elephant, and Hozier, whereas Gigi was more of a pop girl. She basically played Dua Lipa on repeat 24/7. Sitting so close to Crystal while Cherry Wine played throughout the car made Gigi feel overwhelmed, she tried to slow her breath as she stared down at where their hands both rested on the console. She resisted the urge to intertwine their fingers together, missing the feeling from earlier. She studied the other girl’s fingers, the way they dance ever so slightly to the music, the chipped purple nail polish she wore. She had rings on almost all of her fingers.
“You okay?” Crystal asked, glancing at Gigi out of the corner of her eye. She looked like she was going to be sick. But as soon as Crystal spoke Gigi snapped out of it, smiling and peeling her eyes away from their hands to look up at Crystal.
“Yeah, just uh- never mind.” Gigi stopped herself from saying something stupid. She felt foolish, she hadn’t even known this girl for 24 hours and she already had the urge to profess her love to her. She didn’t even know if Crystal was gay. Well, actually that’s not true, she listened to King Princess and Lana Del Rey. The girl was definitely some flavor of gay. Plus nobody that dressed like that was straight.
“What? No, tell me!” Crystal pouted.
“It’s nothing. Just your music makes me feel like I’m in a coming-of-age movie or something.” Gigi said. She tried to fight off the blush creeping across her cheeks. Crystal just laughed, making Gigi regret she said it.
“I like to listen to this kind of music when alone or like painting. It makes me feel calm and inspired. Or like I’m gonna be the next great sapphic artist,” Well, shit, there it was. The confirmation Gigi needed to insure her gaydar wasn’t completely broken. She swallowed hard, not wanting to show any reaction. “I just need to find my muse.” Now it was Crystal who was stealing glances at their hands, moving her hand just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from Gigi’s. Missing that same heat when she reluctantly pulled her hand away so she could pull into a parking spot.
The girls made their way into the small shop that was filled with very loud clothes. The way Crystal dressed suddenly all made sense. There were only three other people in the shop, they were all standing together loudly talking about how horrendous the huge bubble gum pink dress in front of them was.
“Oh thank fuck, finally. Crystal you have to try this on!” One of them said, grabbing the dress off the rack and running up to Crystal. She stopped and gave Gigi a confused, but welcoming look. The girl looked so much like a fairy, Gigi had to suppress the urge to ask her how Tinker Bell was.
“Hi, I’m Daya.” Another girl, the tallest in the group, came up to them and put her hand out for Gigi to shake.
“Gigi,” She said, taking her hand. Gigi couldn’t help but notice how pretty they all were. What the hell is in the Missouri water?
“That’s Lux,” Crystal said pointing to the small blonde who was being swallowed by all the fabric of the dress she was holding, “and that’s Daegan.” Crystal pointed to the girl who was standing next to Daya.
“I really like your hair.” Gigi said, looking at Daegan’s bright pink hair. She wished she could pull off a color like that but alas she was destined to have boring brown hair for the rest of her life.
“Oh, my god thank you.” Daegan said, “I like her, Crystal can we keep her?” She made puppy dog eyes toward the girl who just laughed.
“Excuse me, hello?!” Lux huffed from under the dress, “Can we get back to Crys trying this on please.” She whined.
“Holy shit, yeah babe you have to try it on.” Daya said pushing past Gigi and taking the dress from Lux. Gigi felt her heart drop into her stomach. Babe? Crystal had a girlfriend? Not just that but a fucking hot girlfriend? Ugh the homophobia of it all. Gigi just walked over to the nearest rack and started looking through all the clothes, trying to ignore the giggles coming from Crystal as Daya pushed her into a dressing room.
A few minutes later Crystal emerged from the dressing room, pulling the thick velvet curtain back dramatically. She walked confidently out into the middle of the store and spun around for all her friends to see.
“You’ve never looked better.” Daegan said as she pulled her phone out to take a video of Crystal dancing around like an idiot. Crystal curtsied and let out a ‘thank you’ in a horrible British accent.
“I think we found your prom dress!” Lux added jumping up and down like a little kid. Crystal made a disgusted face.
“I’m not going to prom, and even if I was, I would never wear a dress.” She put a finger in her mouth and pretended to throw up.
“Ugh not this again. Crystal Elizabeth Methyd you’re going to prom, you have to,” Daya crossed her arms and stared sternly at Crystal for a few seconds before giving up and turning to Gigi, “Tell her she has to go to prom.”
Gigi looked between the girls confused. What kind of power did they think she had over Crystal? They’d just met, you couldn’t even classify them as friends yet. Shouldn’t Daya be the one to convince Crystal, she’s the one that’s her girlfriend here not Gigi. “I-I’ve never been to prom before but I’m sure it’s really fun. My mom says everyone should go to at least one of their proms.”
Crystal rolled her eyes, “Your mom sounds like mine.” Why couldn’t her friends just leave it alone? She already told them a million times she wasn’t going, although the thought of seeing Gigi in a prom dress did intrigue her. Crystal turned around and walked back into the dressing room.
The girls stayed in the shop for a couple of hours, trying on ugly hats and way too big sunglasses, before Lux declared that they had to leave because she was hungry. Crystal bought three button up shirts, that Daegan said looked something her dad would wear, and a bright turquoise and pink windbreaker that Gigi’s mom definitely would have owned in the 90’s.
They all climbed into Crystal’s car, Daegan complaining that making her sit in the back was transphobia. Crystal just ignored her and opened the passenger door for Gigi. She felt awkward in the front, shouldn’t Daya be sitting here so they could hold hands or something? Gigi ignored her thoughts, enjoying the way Crystal’s perfume smelled.
Being in the car with Crystal’s friends was very different than being with just Crystal. Daegan immediately stole the AUX to play Megan Thee Stallion, Doja Cat, and Nicki Minaj while Lux complained that she wanted to listen to Grimes. Crystal just ignored them trying to focus on driving with all the yelling going on around her.
They had finally calmed down, Lux accepting that there was no chance in hell Daegan was changing the music for her, until the question of where to eat came up. Daya voted for Taco Bell while Daegan complained that they had Taco Bell last time. Lux suggested Chick Fil A before being shut down by Crystal, reminding her that they no longer supported the restaurant because of their anti-lgbtq beliefs. Lux rolled her eyes while Daegan joked that the only reason she ate there was because their hatred for her existence made it fun.
“What about pizza?” Gigi offered. Before anyone could protest Crystal said yes, giving everyone in the back seat a stern look. They all murmured reluctant okay’s before changing the subject to gossip about someone from school.
They finally pulled into a small pizza place with picnic tables scattered out front and a burnt out sign that read ‘The Big Slice’. Daya and Lux grabbed a picnic table while Crystal and Daegan went in to order, Gigi opted to stay outside and wait for them to come back.
It was kind of awkward without Crystal there and Gigi found herself racking her brain for something to say. The other girls hadn’t said anything since they sat down either, instead staring at their phones.
“Uh, so uh Daya how long have y-you and Crystal been dating?” Gigi asked, nervously looking between her and Lux.
Daya choked back a laugh, “What? Crys and I aren’t dating. Ew that would be like dating my sister.”
“Oh I’m sorry, I-I just heard you call her babe and assumed.” She couldn’t help but feel relieved, hoping her face didn’t show it. Lux busted out laughing at the idea of Crystal and Daya together and couldn’t stop.
“I call everyone babe, don’t worry.” Daya assured her. Gigi swallowed, oh god could she tell that Gigi liked Crystal. She thought she had been discreet when she looked at her but apparently not.
“Oh I’m no-” She started to protest.
“What’s so funny?” Daegen asked as she and Crystal made their way to the table. She sat in between Daya and Lux while Crystal planted herself right next to Gigi.
“S-she,” Lux tried to get out, pointing at Gigi, “she thought you two were dating.” Daegen joined in and after a couple of seconds Daya found herself laughing too. Gigi tried to laugh but it just came out as an awkward chuckle. The only one who wasn’t laughing was Crystal. She wore a horrified expression, her eyes bouncing between Gigi and Daya. “Why, why, uh um why would you think that?” Crystal’s eyebrows furrowed as she turned attention completely to Gigi. But she just shrugged and said it didn’t matter.
The conversation was forgotten as soon as the waitress brought out the pizza and everyone was too busy stuffing their faces to talk about how bad of a couple Crystal and Daya would make.
As time passed it became easier for Gigi to be around Crystal’s friends, she actually enjoyed how loud they all were. With everyone else fighting to talk over each other no one really noticed Gigi’s lack of input. Thank god, she used to hate how her friends back home would always try to pull her into the conversation. Why couldn’t they understand if she had something to say she would goddamn say it.
“Oh shit. It’s almost 4. My parents are gonna be home soon and I promised I would be there to get ready for tonight.” Gigi said looking down at her phone. She started to stand up from the table.
“Oh okay, I’ll uh drive you home.” Crystal said, standing up too.
“You don’t have to, I can just walk or uh call a lyft or something.” Gigi said, secretly hoping Crystal would insist.
“Excuse me, what about us?” Lux whined.
“Also what’s tonight?” Daya asked.
“Huh? Oh Gigi and her parents are coming over for dinner.” Crystal mumbled, knowing there was bound to be teasing from her friends. They all raised their eyebrows but before any of them could say anything inappropriate Crystal pushed Gigi toward her car. Crystal yelled at them to find their own way home.
“I hate you, bitch!” Daegen shouted at Crystal. She just put up her middle finger and held it up as she climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t let her make you listen to One Direction Gigi!” Daya added before Gigi closed her door, unable to hear them anymore. She couldn’t help but laugh.
The drive was quiet, but this time it wasn’t a comfortable silence. Both of them wanting to say something but too afraid to say it. Crystal put on the same music from before, calm love songs that made Gigi feel like she never wanted them to stop driving.
“Why did you think I was dating Daya?” Crystal asked abruptly, pulling Gigi out of her daydream.
Gigi’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?” God why was she bringing this up again? Gigi never wanted to think about that again.
“C’mon I wanna know,” Crystal pouted, “please!” She begged, turning to look at Gigi.
“It’s nothing, I uh, heard her call you babe and I just assumed,” She shrugged trying to look anywhere but at Crystal.
Crystal didn’t respond, instead they just fell back into uncomfortable silence. Gigi tried to come up with something to say. God the one person she actually wanted to talk to and she couldn’t come up a single fucking thing to say.
“This doesn’t sound like One Direction.” Gigi said.
“Yeah I uh, I only bring that out with people I like,” Crystal shot her a devilish smile, “sorry.”
“You’re such an ass, oh my god.” Gigi laughed, hitting Crystal lightly on her shoulder. She watched as Crystal picked up her phone and unlocked it, quickly changing the song to ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ making Gigi laugh even more. “That’s more like it.”
Crystal finally pulled into her driveway, reluctantly putting the car in park. Gigi lingered in the passenger’s seat, not wanting to miss the heat from Crystal’s body. She slowly unbuckled her seat belt, grabbing the handle to the car door.
“So uh, I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” Crystal asked, unbuckling her own seat belt.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m looking forward to it.” Gigi pulled herself out of the car.
She was halfway down Crystal’s driveway when she heard her name. Gigi spun around to face her, “Yeah?”
“I had fun, uh with you,” She stopped as if she was searching for a difficult word, “today. I had fun with you today.” She ran a hand awkwardly through her hair.
Gigi chuckled, “I had fun with you too, Crystal.”
“Okay, good.” Crystal spun around and stumbled cheerfully up the stairs of her porch, turning around to wave at Gigi one last time before disappearing into her house.
Gigi continued walking back to her own house, smiling the entire way.
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sortasirius · 4 years
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Timers (15x09 Coda)
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Words: 1450
AN: Y'all know I had to do it to em.  Wow WHAT AN EPISODE AMIRIGHT???  Anyway, they gay.  Hope you guys enjoy! :)
Read on AO3 here!
Dean wakes up.  Alone.  His head hurts.
Looking around, he sees no one.  The Leviathan, Cas, gone.  Nothing but him, a broken angel trap, and a still smoking Leviathan to keep him company.
Fucking Purgatory, man.
Dean remembers, like a flash of lightning across a stormy Kansas sky, the first time he was here, how he spent a year looking for Cas, though he only called him “the angel.”  Didn’t want the monsters to realize how incredibly important he was to Dean.
“Cas?” he calls out, thinking that, surely, Cas had fought the Leviathan and gotten away.  Just like last time. 
No one answers.  A pit in his stomach begins to form.  He tries again.
“Cas?”
His voice echoes across the clearing.  He knows he’s drawing too much attention to himself.  It’s not like he’s alone here, there are god knows how many monsters that want his blood lurking in every shadow.  But, he never had much sense when it comes to Cas.
Nothing.  No movement.  No khaki trench coat coming through the trees. 
“Okay,” Dean whispers, squaring his shoulders and reminding himself that he doesn’t have time to be afraid, “Find the angel.  Take two.”
He spends the next few precious hours walking through the unending forests of Purgatory, generally back to the rift created by Michael.  He keeps an eye on the clock, and, as the seconds turn into minutes turn into hours, the desperation in his heart grows. 
He nearly breaks into a panic attack when he sees what looks like a trench coat piled next to a tree.  He scrambles to it, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get to it.  He grabs at the pile, terrified of seeing blank blue eyes staring up at him.
Leaves crunch under his hands.
He huffs out a relieved laugh.  He keeps going.
As time ticks by, he starts breathing harder, his throat sore from calling Cas’ name over and over, but that doesn’t stop him.
“Cas?”
He checks his phone again.  29:55.
What the hell is he supposed to do?
“No, no, no,” he breathes out, looking around, trying to will Cas to come back.  To come back to him.
You couldn’t forgive me, and you couldn’t move on.  You were too angry.  I left, but you didn’t stop me.
The words echo in his head, bouncing off the walls like one of those shitty 2000s screensavers that he and Sam would stare at when the research had been stalled.
Be honest, a voice in the back of his head tells him.
And Dean begins doing what he had done every single unending night in Purgatory.  He prays.
“Cas?” his voice is quieter than he expected it to be, he had intended to speak normally, but something was different here.  Something had always been different here.
“Cas I hope you can hear me.  That wherever you are, it’s not too late.”
I need you to come back, he tries to say, but he couldn’t lie in Purgatory, he had never been able to, and the words that he had fought for nearly eleven years to push into the tiniest part of the back of his mind made their way to the front, falling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
“I shoulda stopped you.  You’re my best friend, but I just let you go, cause that was easier than admitting I was wrong.”
He feels the tears, hot, stinging the cool air around him.  He lets them come.  He lets the weight of what he’s done, the idea that it might be too late, that things with Cas, because he will find Cas, he always finds Cas, are too damaged, too broken.  His knees buckle at the thought and he hits the forest floor, the roughness of the bark of the tree he clings to the only thing that keeps him from floating away.
“I don’t know why I get so angry. I just know that- I know that it’s always been there, and when things go bad, it comes out.  And I, I can’t stop it.  No matter how bad I want to, I just can’t stop it.  And I, I forgive you, of course I forgive you.  I’m sorry it took me so long-”
He breaks off.  Not even Purgatory could drag that admission out of him.
“I’m sorry it took me til now to say it.  Cas, I’m so sorry.  Man, I hope you can hear me.  I hope you can hear me.”
He looks around.  He waits for the angel.
The angel doesn’t come.
He never did here, anyway.
“Okay.”
Dean stands, forcing his legs to keep working, keep moving, keep looking for the angel.
Five minutes.  He can see the rift, glowing in the distance. 
Where are you?
2:56.
Please.  Please.
“Dean.”
He lifts his gun.
There’s the angel.  He has blood on his face, but he’s there, alive.
“Cas?”
Cas stands, shaking the dirt and the moss of his coat.
“You made it.”
“I made it?”
Cas stumbles towards him, and Dean hugs him with all he has, letting out the kind of breath he didn’t even know he was holding.  Cas is warm despite the chill, his hands grip Dean’s back, and, despite the fact that Dean wants to stand there with him forever, he lets him go.  They’re on a schedule after all.
“You okay?”
“Fine.”
He’s lying, he has that little crease in between his eyebrows he gets when he lies.  Dean doesn’t know if Cas knows he sees things like that.
“What happened?”
“They were after me, not you, I figured it would be safest to give myself up.”
“They take you to Eve?”
“Yeah, we were en route.  I waited until I saw this.”
Cas, beautiful, amazing, incredible Cas pulls out the ugliest looking flower in the universe.  A Leviathan blossom.
“It got a little...smushed.”
Cas smiles, Dean can’t ever get enough of that smile.
“Once I had the blossom I fought, caught them off guard, they fought back.  I managed to get away.”
“You did it,” Dean’s grins spreads across his face, he wants Cas to know how important this was, how important he was to Dean, “You did it, Cas.”
“Well, they’re still after me.  We should hurry.”
They should, they should hurry.  All reason says they need to get out of there as soon as they possibly can.  But the voice is back.  Be honest, it says.  With Cas here, really, solidly here in front of him, maybe it was time to...
“Okay Cas, I need to say something-”
But Cas cuts him off.
“You don’t have to say it, I heard your prayer.”
Cas smiles, turns away, and Dean’s brain is screaming to call him back, to say that’s not what he wanted to tell him, but Dean’s gotten very very good at hiding that part of himself away, what’s a few more decades?
Dean tries, once they get back, he tries to focus on the ritual, tries to focus on defeating Chuck, tries to focus on losing to Chuck, but through it all, that voice is at the back of his head, scratching at the little box he kept that part of himself in.
It doesn’t go away, not even back at the bunker, not when he tells Sam they’ll find another way, not when Sam gives him a tight smile and leaves to shut himself in his room, not in the silence that follows between him and Cas.  So, what can he do?
“Hey Cas?”
“Yeah?”
“I knew you heard the prayer.”
Cas looks up at him, and Dean makes the supreme effort to look him in the eyes.  He had to see Dean, really see him for this.
“And that wasn’t what I was going to say.”
Cas says nothing, still staring at Dean, staring at him in that way that made it a little easier to say this.  He takes a deep, steadying breath.  He hears the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall.
“I love you.”
Cas takes a full five seconds to process his words and, four 4.99 agonizing seconds, Dean thinks that he may have just made a terrible fucking mistake.
And then, Cas smiles this radiant smile, the kind of smile that’d warm anybody up from their head to their toes, and Cas leans forward, without any hesitation, and presses his lips to Dean’s.
It’s gentle and brief and exactly way too short for Dean’s taste, but the look that Cas gives him when he pulls away is everything Dean’s ever wanted.
“I love you, too.”
Time ticks by, but this time, Dean doesn’t mind.
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ur-not-reddie · 4 years
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I Think I’m Okay
chapter one
pairing: Reddie
word count: 1723
warnings: hints of abuse
prompt: best friends to lovers
Modern day AU, aged up to 18
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"That is so ridiculous," Richie says as he leans back in his chair, sipping his milkshake. "There's no way in hell Spiderman would beat Thor in a fight." 
"You never know," Eddie shrugs his shoulders. 
"The Hulk can't even pick up Thor's hammer, so there's no way in hell Spiderman would ever win." he says and leans in closer to Eddie. 
"Why do you have to underestimate Spiderman?" Eddie defends himself. 
"Because he's literally purposeless, he wasn't even in the Avengers until later."
"He was in the originals," Eddie snaps. Richie rolls his eyes as he laughs. 
"Purposeless," Richie whispers.
"You're purposeless!" Richie looks at Eddie, giving him an 'oh-please' look. "You're not," Eddie says softly and takes their shared milkshake from Richie's hands. 
"I love your comebacks," Richie sighs adoringly. 
"Why?" Eddie furrows his brows at the other. 
"Because they're awful," Richie giggles. "But it's okay, shitty comebacks are my thing anyway." he winks. A small smile forms on Eddie's lips as he looks at Richie. Richie smiles in return and grabs the drink back. "Also I'm paying today."
"No you're not," Eddie says quickly, almost cutting Richie off. "You paid yesterday, it's my turn." 
"Well I'm paying again," Richie says as he asks the nearest waitress for the bill. 
"I pay every Monday, Wednesday and we split Friday. It's Wednesday in case you forgot." Eddie says, frustration behind his tone. 
"I didn't forget, I'm just paying again." Richie says calmly as he gets the money out of his pocket. Eddie copies his actions by also grabbing his money, but Richie already hands his to the waitress before Eddie can even get his out. "Ready?" Richie asks, Eddie turning on his heels and heading out the door, not even waiting for the other boy. "Oh really? You're seriously not mad over, like, a few dollars?" Richie asks running after him. "Come on, get on." he says signaling towards the piggyback rides he always gives Eddie. Richie swears that Eddie sits on his back more than he actually walks. 
"No," Eddie mutters as he continues on. 
"No?" Richie asks in genuine shock. "Since when does Eddie Kaspbrak reject a piggyback ride?" he asks and walks after Eddie once again. "Fine, I guess I'll hold your hand then." Richie grabs the other boy's hand only for Eddie to pull it away. "Okay, then I guess I'll hold your finger." he grabs Eddie's pinky finger, Eddie pulling away again. "Damn, I guess I'll hold your fucking elbow." Richie huffs and grabs Eddie’s elbow, this time Eddie doesn't pull away. "Oh, so I can hold your elbow but not your fucking hand?" Eddie tries his best not to smile but fails miserably. "Yeah, you can't be mad at me." Richie smirks as his hand slyly slides down Eddie's forearm and lands itself right in Eddie's hand. 
"Shut up," Eddie says as he looks down, trying to hide the obvious blush that's forming on his cheeks. 
"Piggyback ride now?" 
Eddie quickly pulls his hand away from Richie's and hops onto his back. Richie throws his arms out to the side and starts running around making airplane noises. Eddie grips onto him tighter as he's a giggling mess. Richie runs around, spins in circles and ducks under tree branches causing Eddie to laugh even harder. 
The thing about these two is that they're not dating. But every other human is fooled; the Losers even think they're dating and just hiding it. They do coupley things like getting milkshakes everyday after school, building forts on the weekends and having movie nights. Sometimes they'll even sneak out of their houses because they can't handle being away from each other for so long, even though they'll see each other the next day at school. They are so infatuated with and by one another that they can't seem to get enough. They're only satisfied when they're together. 
"Ladies and gentlemen," Richie says in a low, deep voice. "We have arrived at our destination; Richie Tozier's shitty car." Richie drops Eddie at the passenger side door, opening it for him. Richie closes it and hops in the drivers side. 
"Wanna come over?" Eddie asks sweetly. 
"I can't," Richie sulks as he starts the car. "My moms home." his words are filled with sorrow as fret builds its way up in Eddie's veins. 
"Richie-"
"I'll be okay," Richie cuts Eddie off. He knows that if he lets Eddie talk about the subject of Richie’s mother, he'll never stop talking. He will go on and on and beg Richie to stay at his house. And as much as Richie wants to, he can't. "She wants me home."
"You can't though, I just, I-"
"Eds, I'll be okay. I promise. I'll even pinky promise." Richie says as he holds out his pinky finger. Eddie gives Richie a look of dismay. 
"You can't do that because you know it won't be okay, and we don't break pinky promises." Richie frowns and the two sit there for a second before Richie heads off to Eddie's house. The car ride is silent, but it's not awkward. Eddie knows exactly what's going to happen when Richie gets home and Richie knows too, even though he doesn't want to admit it. 
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Richie says softly as he pulls into Eddie's driveway. 
"Please," Eddie begs through teary eyes. 
"You know I would if I could," Richie looks down at the steering wheel. 
"Call me or text me?" Eddie sniffs and wipes away his tears that are now streaming down his tanned cheeks. Richie nods and gives a weak smile. They say their goodbyes before Eddie heads on inside and Richie drives away. 
"How was AV club?" Eddie's mother, Sonia, asks. Eddie has built up this lie to where he tells his mother that he stays after school everyday for AV club when in reality he just hangs out with Richie. He knows his mother would never allow this, not on a daily basis at least, so he just tells her he has AV club. 
"It was good. I've got a lot of homework to do." Eddie lies as he runs up to his room. He shuts his door and plops down on his bed, waiting for Richie to text or call but he never does. 
*
The next day at school, Eddie doesn't hesitate and storms his way through everyone to find Richie. He's upset that Richie never contacted him last night, but he's also worried that bad things happened to him as well. Eddie finds Richie at his locker, Eddie leaning up against it, waiting for Richie to notice him. 
"Hey, Eds." Richie says in the most chipper tone he can. 
"Don't," Eddie says coldly. 
"Don't what?" 
"Why didn't you text or call last night?" 
"I was busy with homework," Richie lies and looks down at the floor. 
"You and I both know that's bullshit," Richie snaps his head back up at the sudden attitude. 
"I was just busy, okay?" Richie shuts his locker and rests the side of his head against it. The two boys stare at each other for a while before Eddie impulsively grabs Richie's wrist, telling him to come with him and drags him to the boys bathroom. He pulls Richie inside the big stall and locks themselves in. "I don't know what you're up to, but this is really gay." Richie snorts. 
"I'm not fucking around Richie!" Eddie's tone is more strident, his words hit Richie like a million knives. "Show me." 
"Woah, Eds." Richie throws his hands up in defense. "I'm not showing you my dick." Richie tries to joke again, but Eddie clearly isn't having it. Eddie grabs the bottom of Richie's sweatshirt and lifts it up, revealing big blue and purple bruises. He only sees a glimpse of them before Richie aggressively pulls his sweatshirt back down. Richie stares at Eddie, speechless.
"And you tried to pinky promise last night," Eddie's voice cracks as he tries to hold back his tears that are threatening to spill out of his eyes. 
"It's fine," Richie tries to reassure the other but fails. 
"No it's not," Eddie says in a calmer, softer tone. 
"I just don't want you to worry about me," Richie says just as gently, looking down at his shoes.
"Of course I'm going to worry about you!" Eddie says as if it's obvious. 
"And that's what I'm afraid of! You don't need to worry about me because I'll be okay. I don't want to put that stress on you, I don't want to put that fear on you. It's not okay for you." Richie lets a few tears slide down his face. It's rare that Richie cries in front of anyone, but Eddie's not just anyone. Richie hardly cries, but when he does, it's usually around Eddie. 
"But you think it's okay for you?" 
"This is not your problem to fix, Eds." 
"Richie!" Eddie says as he walks forward and cups the boy's face gently. "I want to help you. Just please, let me help." Richie leans his forehead against Eddie's as Richie lets out silent sobs. Eddie gently rubs his thumbs across Richie's cheeks, staring at his lips. He wants to kiss Richie so badly, but he knows he shouldn't. It would be wrong, wouldn't it? 
"I'm just scared for you," Richie pulls away and looks Eddie in his warm, chocolate eyes. 
"Why for me?" Eddie asks, puzzled.
"Because I'm afraid that one day you will see me the way that I see myself. And if that day ever comes, I know you will walk away. I don't want you to walk away." Richie whispers the last part as he chokes back more tears.
"Oh, Richie." Eddie sighs and pulls the other in for a tight hug. "I'm never going to walk away, even if you wanted me to." Richie pulls away and gives Eddie a broken smile. Eddie leans his head against Richie's again for a few seconds then pulls away wiping his tears. "You okay?" Richie nods and the two exit the stall only for them to receive weird looks from a few guys.
"It's not what you think you sick minded fucks!" Richie spits and speeds out of the boys bathroom. 
'There's my Richie' Eddie thinks as he smiles to himself.
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